by Dreama Faire
He laughed wickedly. "Good, eh? You only take four inches, so far."
She gasped at his intent. He couldn't possibly put the whole thing into her, but what she'd felt so far was incredibly good, and she didn't care if it was too big. She just wanted it—all of it. She rocked her hips against the steady advance of the thick shaft. If Nick wouldn't fuck her, she'd enjoy this for all it was worth.
"Good, Baby. That's right, take it all. Make plenty of room for me."
The cucumber skin became more slippery with her juice, and he began to thrust harder and faster. Her lips swelled and her cunt muscles grasped the intruder. With a final push, the cucumber slid deep inside her and she writhed with the fullness, every nerve end touching the giant organic penis.
He stepped away. "Don't move. I be back."
Her throat tightened with surprise. Where was he going? How long would he leave her there, tied up and impaled? His footsteps faded as he left the galley. Left alone, panic set in and she suddenly felt terribly vulnerable. What if someone came in? Maybe she'd been wrong about Nick—maybe he'd planned to bring other men back for a gangbang. What had she been thinking? This was more than adventure—this was madness, even dangerous. Surprisingly, the thought of being the focus of a group of sex hungry sailors didn't have the daunting effect she'd have expected. On the contrary, the idea fueled the simmer in her gut, and the erotic sensations between her legs erased her anxiety. She squeezed her cunt muscles around the cucumber, and a stab of pleasure grabbed her clit. The exquisite feeling began to grow and she squeezed again, then again, masturbating against the thick shaft deep inside her. The pulsing turned to a throb as her clit swelled. She thought about men touching her everywhere, and she squeezed harder and faster, willing the growing wave to rise up and crash down on her, give her the release she craved.
A noise at the door sent her pulse into overdrive. Nick stepped up beside the table and gave her a knowing look. Warmth raced up her neck and across her face, knowing he'd been watching her solitary pleasure.
He wiggled the cucumber, sending her heat level even higher. "Still feels good, eh? Next course, coming up."
19
Amanda took a shallow breath, listening closely to Nick's movements as he opened and closed cupboard doors and drawers. A moment later, he grinned and held up a bottle of cooking oil and a long thin carrot. A startling jolt of expectation rammed through her belly, bringing every nerve to attention. Oh, m'God, what is he going to do with that? He smoothed the oil over her asshole, and she knew. Heat raced through her core as his finger slipped easily inside, explored, and withdrew. She felt another slather of oil slide around the opening, then his finger slithered inside again. Her cunt clenched harder around the cucumber as fearful anticipation rolled through her chest and fire blazed in her clit. The narrow tip of the carrot began to slowly move through the tight anal ring, and she closed her eyes as it continued, sending hot flames of pleasure and pain across her butt and through her groin. Sharp rushes of pleasure in the point of her clit enhanced the torture. As if he knew her thoughts, Nick slithered his thumb over the hard nub and jiggled it, urging her toward climax. He gently pushed the carrot in a little, then drew it back slowly, then pushed it in farther, and drew it back, each time driving her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
"If you like this, you will love when I butt fuck you. I saw you watching Boxer rip that girl's ass apart. You liked it." Her body vibrated with the myriad sensations roaring through it. She couldn't concentrate on any one area of delight, as the jumble of pain and pleasure rolled through her, melting into one feeling. She rocked her hips, feeling the cucumber move inside her cunt, pressing against her clit as Nick massaged it. She bucked against his fingers, trying to bring on her orgasm.
He slapped her thigh. "No! You come when I tell you!"
The sharp sting of his hand sent her raging desire to an even higher level. She rocked harder against the cucumber buried in her cunt. The carrot filling her ass heightened the sensation.
Slowly, Nick withdrew the carrot, then swiftly pulled the cucumber from her cunt. With a growl, he buried his face in her pussy and grabbed her clit with his teeth, making her cry out. Her cunt muscles clenched, sending scattered shots of pleasure into her captured clit. His teeth held her firmly while the hard tip of his tongue rubbed the engorged kernel without mercy. She pressed against his torture, willing her orgasm to explode. He sucked and nipped, and every fiber of her body responded. As she crawled again toward the pinnacle of passion, her senses hummed. It was what she'd waited for, thought about, dreamed about, eagerly anticipated for the past week. No—for her entire life.
Suddenly, he released her clit and straightened. The letdown nearly made her cry. He moved around the table to stand beside her.
A wicked smile crept across his exotic features, and he winked. "Time for dessert."
She turned her head to stare at his thick engorged cock rising from a mound of curly black hair. The tip glistened with his juice. The brown-pink skin stretched tightly over the rigid shaft textured with large veins, his pulse visibly throbbing through them. Large dark-brown balls, swollen with his seed, nestled behind the shaft. She licked her lips and gave him a hot look. God, how she wanted to feel that rod inside her.
He nodded and smiled his acknowledgment of her desire. He pulled a small foil packet from some secret hiding place, and tore it open. She smiled, remembering her concern about unprotected sex, then she almost giggled. No chance of catching something from a cucumber, but that certainly wasn't what she'd anticipated.
He gazed at her face while he pulled the condom from the packet. "This special, just for you."
She looked at the white object in his hand. What could be so special about a rubber? She watched while he set the small ring on the head of his penis. Seeing something so private, so sensual, sent a rush of eager anticipation into her throbbing pussy. Her eyes widened as he unrolled the fine membrane and smoothed it down over his huge cock. The condom was covered with rigid little bumps from the tip to about midway, then deep ribs banded around it for another two inches, and the base of the sheath was pebbled with more nubs, larger than those at the tip. Those bumps and ridges would scrape against every inch of her pussy, rub her already tortured clit, massage the aching flesh inside her. A jolt punched through her cunt at the erotic vision.
Nick walked back toward the foot of the butcher block, his white-hooded cock bobbing in perfect cadence with each step. He slipped his hands under her hips and lifted, scooting her butt closer to the edge of the table. He loosened the scarves around her ankles, pushed her knees up, then retied her feet higher on the table legs. The weight of her legs pulled her knees outward, leaving her fully open and accessible, ready to take all of him. He stepped forward and brought his cock into line with her gaping pussy.
He looked at her from between her legs. "Ready?"
She nodded eagerly, and he narrowed his eyes, a frown furrowing his eyebrows. Panic rushed in—she'd broken the rules again.
He tilted his head and gave her a calculating look. "No, I think I wait until another night."
"Nick, I'm sorry! Please, please, fuck me. Fuck me hard. I can't stand this. I want to feel your cock inside me."
A wicked grin twitched his moustache. "A feisty one, huh? What would folks back home think? The prissy schoolteacher getting fucked. Tsk, tsk."
In one swift movement, he rammed his cock into her slippery cunt, burying himself fully. She gasped and bucked against him. The release of finally having him deep inside captured her need. He pulled out slowly, dragging the rough sheath across her tender, tortured flesh, sending stabs of ecstasy through every nerve. He grabbed her butt, digging his fingers into the flesh, then plunged back into her. She took his cock, clenching her cunt around the incredible feeling. Each bump and rib of the rubber sawed across her clit as he pumped into her, faster and faster. She could barely breathe, her energy consumed by the rising tide of passion plunging through her body. Deep inside, th
e muscles and nerves gathered, tightened, crushing into an explosion of release. The needle of exquisite pain stitched through her clit, and she moaned.
His fingers tightened, sinking into the soft flesh of her butt, and he began to grunt, his words coming out in short jerks with each thrust.
"Cunt...feels...good."
Her clit swelled with the building tension of her steady march toward orgasm, and she focused on her core, willing the growing ache to explode. Nick's body hammered against her crotch, his cock penetrating to the deepest reaches of her, battering her clit with his wickedly sheathed weapon. With an effort, she lifted her head to look at his face. His eyes were closed, the veins on his temples stood out, pulsing with his heartbeat, and sweat glistened across his forehead as he slammed into her. Seeing his passion, and knowing she had caused it, made the power of that moment the ultimate aphrodisiac. Her climax grabbed her suddenly, savagely ripping through her clit with unbelievable force, surging through her cunt like a windstorm. Nick rose to meet her passion and fucked her harder.
She closed her eyes and wailed as an avalanche of ecstasy crashed through her soul.
Nick threw back his head and shouted, his release echoing in the cavernous room, and bouncing back from every corner.
20
The echoes of passion faded, and Amanda heard only Nick's rasping breath and her own thundering heartbeat. Her cunt still sheathed him, and she wanted to capture the feeling forever. For so long, she'd ached for him, craved having his cock deep inside her. She didn't want it to end just yet. Her pulse began to level out, and she exhaled slowly, savoring her introduction to womanhood.
A raspy voice ricocheted through the silence. "Awww. Did I miss the party?"
The harsh intrusion sent a shattering wave of fear through her gut. Nick abruptly pulled out of her, and whirled around to face a sailor leaning against the doorjamb.
Nick's tone was sharp. "You weren't invited, Boxer. Now get the hell outta here!"
The man pushed away from the bulkhead and lurched forward, his speech thick, his words slurred by a night on the town.
"Nikko, you ain't bein' very charitable. We only got three cunts on this ship. You gotta share."
Amanda's pulse leaped into a frenzy as Boxer advanced slowly toward them. He had at least a sixty pound advantage over Nick, and was five inches taller. She squirmed against her bindings, terrified that Nick wouldn't be able to protect her from the steadily advancing man.
Nick held his ground, trying to use his crew seniority to dissuade Boxer from his obvious intentions.
"Not tonight, Boxer. I'm not finished with the lady. You can have her tomorrow night."
"Nah, I think we should gang-bang her. I'll fuck her mouth, and you do her ass. Then we can switch." He leered around Nick's shoulder and wiggled his eyebrows at Amanda. "How's that sound, sweetheart? We'll untie yer hands, and you can play with yourself while we're doin' ya."
Nick lunged for Boxer's throat, but the bulky ex-fighter was still quick on his feet. He dodged sideways, threw a punch, and caught Nick squarely on the chin, dropping him like sack of potatoes. Boxer's evil cackle reverberated off the walls as he stared down at the inert body.
"That'll hold him long enough." He looked over his shoulder at Amanda. "Mighty thoughtful of ol' Nikko to truss you up for me."
Horrified, she stared at the man who would take her. She remembered how horny she'd gotten, watching him fuck Danielle that night on the deck. At the time, it had seemed so erotic, exciting, forbidden. Watching it happen to someone else. Now, faced with the prospect of being the receptacle for his brutal lust, she almost fainted. Bile rose in her throat and her pulse clattered in her ears, making logical thought almost impossible. Maybe she could talk him out of it, promise to meet him later. Her stomach heaved. She was kidding herself. There was nothing she could do to save herself.
Boxer slammed the galley door shut and pulled down the locking handle until it snapped loudly into place, sealing her off from any hope of rescue. He turned around and unzipped his pants, releasing a long thin cock. He swaggered slowly toward her, his sickly pale dick waggling back and forth, leering at her with its one red eye that already glistened with a drop of his cum. He stopped beside Nick's still form and stared for a minute, then, apparently satisfied that his opponent was out cold, he started toward Amanda. He stopped at the side of the table, so close she could smell his sour body odor. He reached toward her and she recoiled at the stubby hand with dirty fingernails. He grabbed a nipple and pinched hard until she cried out at the pain darting into the flesh.
"Like that, huh? Well, wait'll you get a taste of my dick."
She closed her eyes, repulsed at the thought of his filthy penis touching her, let alone... Oh God, please help me. He cruelly tweaked the nipple once more, then stepped back and headed for the end of the table.
Desperation took over, but she tried not to whine.
"Please don't. I can meet you another time...maybe on the deck, like you did with Danielle..."
Her voice trailed off. Boxer's beady eyes stared at her from between her knees, and he sneered as though he thought she was nuts.
"Yeah, right." His eyes dropped to her gaping pussy. "Like I'm gonna pass up this sweet cunt when it's all set up so pretty."
She writhed against her shackles, frantic to keep him from touching her, but it was useless. He grabbed her swollen lips and squeezed hard, pinching her, hurting her. Tears sprang to her eyes and she began to sob.
His evil snarl drifted on the air. "Quit blubbering, bitch. You know you like it. You wouldn't be here if you didn't. All you cunts love it rough."
He pinched harder, and her sobs deepened. He flicked her clit with his thumbnail, sending sharp needles of pain into her soft flesh, flesh that had swooned under Nick's passionate attention only minutes before.
"Yer little friend, the college cunt...she hollered real good. Nice tight little ass, too." His gaze dropped to Amanda's vulnerable crotch and his eyebrows lifted in pleased surprise. He spread her cheeks apart and grinned. "Well, lookee here! Nick's even greased ya up for me."
Darkness billowed in from all around her, and she welcomed it. She couldn't cope with what was about to happen. Boxer's dirty fingers were probing around her butt hole, pulling her cheeks apart and positioning the tip of his penis against her. He released his grip and her flesh closed against his shaft, sending terror into her chest. He pinched her clit hard, and sharp pain darted into her cunt.
"On yer mark, get set, go."
Tears poured down her temples as his hands grabbed her butt and he began to push the tip of his vile cock against her, a violation beyond her most barbaric nightmares. She squeezed her ass as tight as she could, trying desperately to keep him from entering. It was her only hope. The butt muscles began to jerk with the extreme exertion, and she knew she couldn't save herself. With a deep sob, she closed her eyes and tried to disappear to someplace safe.
Boxer began to pump harder against the resistance, his breath coming in ragged grunts. Pain shot through her inner thighs as the tight anal ring began to widen to allow him in.
Suddenly, the cavernous kitchen echoed with a loud clang, and the pressure against her flesh disappeared. Boxer grunted and exhaled sharply, then relaxed his hold on her ass. She opened her eyes in time to see him disappear from view.
Nick stood at the end of the table, breathing hard, a dark red flush spreading across his skin. A deep purple bruise darkened his chin. Another loud clang bounced off the hard surfaces, and he exhaled slowly. Moving quickly, he untied her legs, then released her arms and helped her sit up.
"Hurry. We leave now." He thrust her clothes into her lap, ignoring her questioning look.
"But, what—?"
He grabbed her arm and hauled her off the table.
"Now! I mean it!"
As she fumbled into her clothes, Nick returned to the end of the butcher block and crouched down.
His tone was sharp. "Open the refrigerator door."
He had Boxer by the armpits and was dragging the bulky body toward her. A minute later, Nick stepped back into the galley, closed the door, and snapped the handle back into the locking position.
He grabbed her hand. "C'mon."
As she followed him toward the door, she glanced at the floor beside the butcher block. A large black iron frying pan lay on top of a pile of chiffon scarves and vegetables.
21
Amanda gasped for breath as Nick dragged her down the passageway to the stairs.
He released her hand and stepped aside. "Go straight to cabin." He threw a look back toward the mess hall. "I'm right behind you."
She grabbed the handrails and hurried up the steep ladder to the next deck. At the top, she hesitated, but Nick gave her a shove in the direction of the next stairwell.
From the main deck, the night-lights of Caracas blazed a rainbow across the dark sky, and faint sounds of the city drifted on the warm air. A burst of laughter from somewhere close by sent a stab of panic through her gut. Nick grabbed her arm and yanked her into the shadow of the superstructure, pulling her tight against his chest and clamping his hand over her mouth. His strong heartbeat thudded against her breasts and he breathed heavily. She smelled fear on his skin.
The laughter faded toward the bow of the ship, and he relaxed his grip.
"Hurry," he whispered.
Quickly and quietly, they climbed to the second deck, then darted down the deserted gangway toward her cabin. Amanda's hands shook as she fumbled with the key. She pushed through the door, Nick right behind her. He set the deadbolt, then peered through the peephole.