“Will it do me any good? You’ve both proven that you will not listen to me, both in physical matters and on the subject of the supposed treasure.”
Both of them chuckled, but it was Arch who said, “She’s right, of course. Let’s put on the third clamp and see what sort of a reaction we get.”
Lia wiggled her hips, mostly in invitation, but she hoped they saw it as a sign of resistance.
Archer’s next words killed that idea. “She wants it.”
“Let’s not disappoint her,” Keifer said.
Lia closed her eyes and tried to keep still. It was a hard thing to do, with two sets of masculine hands probing her folds.
“She’s so wet,” Archer said, “the clamp will probably slide right off.”
“Let’s give it a try,” Keifer said.
Their fingers continued to probe, sliding up and down her soaked lips. One of them, she wasn’t sure which one because by this time she was so far gone all she could do was moan and wiggle, slid his finger into her opening; soon there were two in there, and very soon after that, three.
Lia lifted her hips as much as she could to take them deep inside her. Meanwhile, the other set of hands attached the clamp to her swollen clit. It took several attempts, but soon it was resting around her silken folds, tightening enough to bring her to the brink of orgasm.
She opened her eyes long enough to see that it was Archer’s fingers moving in and out of her, and Keifer holding the clamp in place, tightening it as need be.
The pain was exquisite, shooting through her body like a cannonball from a barrel. Lia licked her lips, and the Doms tightened the screws, two times each. She let her gaze roam between the two of them. They were studying her, their expressions hard to read. They tightened the nipple clamps one more time, and Lia felt as if she would explode.
“About to…come,” she said, moving her hips even more. Her nipples were on fire, and she knew it would add to the orgasm she was about to experience.
“Not without permission,” Archer said. He withdrew his fingers. Keifer took the clamp from her clit.
“No, please,” she pleaded, “don’t take them…please.”
Neither of the men listened to her. They worked to unscrew the others from her nipples.
“I rather like these,” Archer said, as if he were having a conversation about which cheese to buy at the grocery store. “I think I might add them to my stash at the house.”
“They do seem to be rather…perfect,” Keifer said.
“Please put them back on,” Lia said, her voice breaking. They’d left her on the brink, her body craving more of the pain they’d delivered just moments ago.
“What will you tell us if we do?” Keifer asked.
“Anything,” Lia said. She writhed in the chair.
“Imagine that,” Archer said. “The little non-virgin likes pain. Shall we give her more?”
“Not yet,” they said, almost in unison, which made them laugh.
Lia continued to move as much as her bonds allowed. She was on fire, the need tightening her nipples and clit painfully.
“I’m…begging…” She couldn’t help herself. She needed the clamps again. She didn’t want to play the Victorian captive right now. She wanted to be a sub, submitting to the men standing on either side of her.
“What would you give us if we agreed to provide what you want?” Archer asked.
“Anything,” Lia gasped. “Please, just put them back on.”
“What if I said I wanted to fuck you in the ass?” Archer stroked her hair as he spoke.
“Yes,” she said.
“What if we both wanted to?” Keifer said. “Would you allow us to take turns?”
“Yes.” Lia shifted her gaze to the dark pirate. She knew it was too soon for this. In the books, the pirate captive held out longer.
“Prove it,” Archer whispered in her ear. “Tell us what we can do.”
Lia swallowed hard. Her orgasm was no longer right on the edge, but it wouldn’t take long to bring it back.
“Fuck me in the ass,” she said, her mind picturing them behind her, their hands on her hips, their hard cocks probing for entrance. Which one would take her first? Keifer, or Archer? She didn’t care. They’d planted the seed, and now her back door ached to be filled.
“Fuck me in the ass,” she repeated, sinking into the uncomfortable chair, hoping they would take her to the bed to do it.
“Naughty girl,” Keifer said. “But what if we wanted something else? Like information about the jewels?”
“What?” His question jarred her out of the fantasy that filled her mind.
“The jewels,” Archer said. “Tell us where they are.”
Damn them! They were going to continue to play out the fantasy, when all Lia wanted was to fuck. It took her several moments to get hold of herself. She’d paid good money for this event, and it was much too soon to let it fall apart.
“I would rather feed the jewels to the sharks then let you get your hands on them,” she said.
“Ah, the façade crumbles,” Archer said. “Before, she said she knew nothing about any treasure. Now she admits that she has information that will help us.”
“Amazing what a little…stimulation will do,” Keifer said. “Perhaps we should attach the clamps again. She seemed to enjoy it. Maybe the pressure will loosen her tongue.”
“Go to hell,” she screamed.
For a few moments, their laughter filled the room. But it was soon followed by the sound of her cry of pain. Archer had grabbed both of her nipples, and Keifer’s hand was on her clit, their grips tight and painful. Archer twisted the nubs, and Keifer popped her hard clit between his finger and raked his fingernail over it.
“No!” Lia yelled as they repeated the action, agony flowing through her. They released her sensitive parts as quickly as they’d grabbed them. She moaned softly as blood started to flow to the areas again.
And then they repeated it, pinching even harder, causing her to cry out once more.
“Stop, stop! Too much, no more.”
“Tell us where they are,” Keifer demanded. He raked his thumb over her clit once again, and Lia couldn’t help it.
She came, an explosion of stars blinding her. Her body felt as if she were being compressed in a vise, the orgasm taking over, sending her higher and higher.
When she finally came back to her senses, both men were stroking her arms and legs, whispering that she needed to come back to them, to settle into the chair and relax.
Her body shook and her mind raced.
“She’s back,” Archer said, and she glanced at him. He was smirking at her, and it made her smile.
“So good,” she whispered.
“Yes, it was,” Keifer said. He was undoing the bonds on her arms. Archer followed suit, and soon she was free.
“On your knees,” Keifer ordered.
Lia was still shaky, but she did as he demanded. His dick was soon in front of her mouth.
“Hands behind your back,” Archer ordered as Keifer pressed his cock against her lips.
“Take it,” Keifer said. She opened and he pushed inside. Behind her, Archer put his hands on either side of her head, holding it still while Keifer moved in and out of her mouth. She sucked him as hard as she could, fighting back the urge to gag when he hit places that prompted that response.
After a few moments they switched places. Archer was a little shorter, and she had to adjust the angle of her head. He fucked her mouth, sawing in and out while Keifer kept her from pulling away when she wanted to rest.
They changed places twice, their cocks seeming to meld into one, keeping her mouth full. Lia enjoyed giving head, but this was almost too much, too hard. She didn’t have a chance to complain, though, because while they were changing places, she was too busy trying to catch her breath. By the time Archer commanded her to “Swallow what he gave her,” she was grateful.
She took as much as she could, and moments later, they switched plac
es for the final time. But instead of filling her mouth, Keifer stood in front of her and completed his orgasm with his hand, shooting his cum over her breasts. Was there some meaning to this, she wondered? Why would one of them fill her mouth, and the other one claim her body?
It was on the tip of her tongue to ask when Archer commanded her to stand. Once she was on her feet, he offered her a glass of water. She drank it gratefully, taking the glass between her trembling fingers.
When she’d drained it, and refused a second glass, Keifer took a length of rope and wrapped it around her wrists. Without saying a word, they led her to the stairs.
The deck of the tall ship was empty. It was almost dark, with the moon cresting over the edge of the sea. Keifer led her to the side of the ship. There was a niche cut out.
“Bend over it,” he ordered. Lia obeyed, and soon they had lashed her into place, her bound hands tied to a rope that was already in place. She wanted to tell them she needed to rest, that it was too soon for another scene.
But the sudden intrusion of something cold and hard in her wet pussy made her gasp instead. This wasn’t a dick, at least not a real one. They worked it inside her, and then they slapped her ass, one time on each cheek.
“What a sight,” Keifer said.
“Beautiful,” Archer agreed.
“Don’t go anywhere,” Keifer said with a laugh. “We’ll be back later.”
“Wait,” she said, “Don’t leave me like this!” But Lia knew it was in vain. She could hear them moving across the deck. She looked down. All she could see was darkness as the night took hold.
This was something a pirate would do, she knew. They’d been romanticized in fiction, but they were ruthless people, not caring a wit about other people.
She knew that soon, the others on the cruise would be back on the deck. After all, Rachel’s gang bang was tonight. They would set up for it, or at least she thought they would. When they arrived, they would see her, on display like this, her pussy stuffed with a fake cock.
The thought made her smile. She was definitely getting her money’s worth.
Chapter Five
Arch took a swig from his tankard and stared at the lovely sight before him: their play toy, Lia, bent over the side of the deck, illuminated in the moonlight.
“I know we need to leave her like that for a while, but my dick has other ideas,” he said to Keifer.
“Mine too,” Keifer said. “But waiting leads to intense fucking.”
“True.” Arch bit back a groan as Lia rolled her hips. The only thing that would improve the view was if she was filled to the max, with a cock in her ass as well as her pussy. As it was, she attracted attention from all the mates who passed her. They’d stop and look, someone of them bending close to get a better look.
“How long do you think we should let her suffer like that?” Keifer asked.
Arch chuckled. “Suffer? She hasn’t voiced a complaint. I think she likes it.”
“That doesn’t answer the question,” Keifer said before he took a drink from his own mug. “Should we leave her there during the gang bang? It would drive her crazy to hear it and not be able to watch.”
“The perfect torture,” Arch agreed. “She wouldn’t know if she was going to be forced to take part or not.”
“Let’s go talk to her.” Keifer put down his mug and stood. Arch did the same. They approached Lia slowly. Arch could see her hips, moving gently, and he imagined her trying to bring the dildo into contact with her G-spot, so she could have an orgasm without their help.
Keifer and Arch exchanged a glance, both of them nodding ever so slowly. Keifer leaned his hip against the edge of the deck, while Arch trailed his finger over Lia’s back. Her sharp intake of breath made him want to fuck her right here.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asked her, keeping his tone low.
“No, Sir,” she answered. He traced his finger over her ass, drawing circles on each cheek. While he worked, he stayed silent. In some cases, silence was indeed golden, and drove subs insane. After a few moments, he found this was the case with Lia.
“Please, Sir, don’t…I beg you.”
“Beg me to what?” He parted her cheeks and looked at her asshole. It looked incredibly tight, and his cock pulsed in anticipation. He glanced at Keifer, and his friend understood the question. Without saying a word, Keifer waved at a crewmember. When he had the man’s attention, he mouthed the word, “Condom.”
Arch looked back down at Lia. Her hips were moving quicker now. She wanted it, but Arch wasn’t sure now was the time for it. It was almost time for the gang bang, and taking Lia’s ass right before hand, in public, would take away from the other woman’s event. But he could tease her, make her think she was about to get it when in actuality they would wait until after tonight’s festivities.
The crewman returned with the condom. Archer took it from him and then stared at it in confusion. In his tight pants, there was no place to store it until they needed it later. Keifer pointed to his boot, and Arch nodded. He shoved the packet in the space before he turned his attention back to Lia.
“Someone’s going to get her ass fucked soon,” he said, teasingly. “Do you know who that might be, Lia?”
“Me,” she said. She sounded quite satisfied with the idea. Archer slapped her butt and she grunted in pain.
“Guess again.” He gave her another smack.
“You?” her question almost made him laugh. Instead, he snorted in derision. Then he snapped his fingers at a crewmember.
“Find me a crop.”
Before he could leave, Keifer said, “Bring two.”
“Yes, sirs,” the man responded. Archer rested his hand on Lia’s back. She was considerably more tense than she had been a few seconds ago.
“You might save yourself some pain by reconsidering your answer,” Archer said.
“Keifer?” She sounded confused, and Archer chuckled.
“I’m not sure if she’s suggesting you bend over for me, or if she’s asking you for help, Keifer,” Archer said to his friend. “Good thing you asked for that second crop so we can get to the bottom of the matter.”
“Indeed,” Keifer said.
“It’s not fair to punish me when I truly don’t know the answer to the question,” Lia said. “Perhaps if you give me some sort of clue.”
Archer watched as the crewman approached with their requested items. He handed one to Keifer, and Archer took his.
“I would think it would be plain as day,” Keifer said. “After all, you are thick as thieves with her. I saw you talking on the day we took over your ship.”
“Oh, Rachel,” she said, her voice drifting up.
“Indeed,” Archer said. “Rachel. Tell us, Lia, would you like to join her. I understand she has disobeyed the crew, and to help correct her attitude, she will be fucked, by several of them, in front of everyone.”
“No!” she yelled out.
“No what?” Archer said. He leaned over her, pressing his crotch into her naked ass. “No, you don’t want to join her, or no, you don’t think she deserves what she is about to get? Please, be specific. I hate to misconstrue your meaning.”
“That’s a very big word for a pirate,” Lia said, her voice venomous.
Archer refused to rise to the bait. Doing so would give her power. Instead, he stroked her shoulder before he planted a kiss in the center of her back.
“Since you’ve decided not to give us an answer, I think we shall make one up for ourselves.” He thrust himself against her, satisfied with the grunt the movement produced. “Crewmen, bring out the plank. Our captive wants to see the show from a different point of view than the rest of us.”
“Aye, sir,” a crewman said, his glee obvious. Arch ran his hand over one of Lia’s cheeks while Keifer stroked the other. They nodded at each other and took a step back. Arch pointed to her back and Keifer nodded.
In unison, they rubbed the crops against her skin, Arch on her back, and Keifer on her ass and thig
hs. She danced and wiggled under the touch of the crops.
“No plank,” she whispered, over and over. Arch couldn’t help but smile. The Fingertip people had told him about the “plank” and how it could be used to keep a sub on edge. Doing it now, while the gang bang was about to start, would keep their little submissive teetering, in more ways than one.
He couldn’t wait to see her reaction to it.
The plank was an apparatus unlike anything Lia had ever seen before. When Captain Arch had said the words, she’d had visions of being extended over the edge of the ship, dangling over the water. It hadn’t made her happy, but then again, neither did seeing the actual device.
It was two long pieces of wood placed about one half foot apart. Two of the crewmen helped her to mount it, one foot on either board. Then, she was given a round piece of wood to hold. The idea was she had to walk along it, without losing her balance, or the consequences would be harsh.
Lia’s balance was not the best to begin with, and walking along here, naked, kept her on edge. She made a few passes, getting to the edge twice without falling off—and then they’d brought Rachel out.
Seeing her naked friend, with her hands tied in front of her, being led to a table made Lia’s nerves tighten. One misstep was all it took and she lost her balance, her foot sliding off the edge of the wood.
“Ow!” she said as she hit the deck. Behind her, Captain Arch and Captain Keifer laughed wickedly.
“Get back up,” Keifer demanded. “We’ll discuss your punishment later.”
Lia did as he asked, but she couldn’t help but watch the scene in front of her as she walked, which meant she wasn’t paying enough attention. She fell off three more times before she stopped and watched instead of walking.
The crewmen had lashed Rachel to the table. One of them was behind her, his hand on her crotch. Her friend cried out as the crewman grasped her hips and thrust inside her.
“Keep walking,” Captain Arch ordered. Lia did, the sounds of the crewman’s grunts and Rachel’s groans of pleasure filling the air. She’d made it to the end and turned around now. Her legs felt like jelly, and she wondered how long they expected her to keep walking.
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