by Zoe Blake
“Grab my cock, and rub it against your pussy,” instructed Gregor.
Marina wrapped her small hand around the shaft. Seeing her fingertips barely brush, she lost her nerve. Trying to climb off his hips, she begged, “Please don’t make me put that inside me! It’s too big! It will hurt.”
Grabbing her hips to steady her, Gregor commanded, “Look at me, lass. We both know that pain is part of the fun. Don’t you want to know what it feels like to have a real man’s cock between your thighs?”
Marina stared into his dark, compelling eyes, drawn in by their intensity as much as his words. “Yes,” she breathed.
Wrapping her hand around his cock again, she leaned up on her knees and rubbed the head along the seam of her pussy. Marina groaned at the soft friction as it teased the bundle of nerves hidden behind her pussy lips. She applied more pressure till his cock pushed past her lips to rub directly against her clit.
Gregor increased his grip on her waist and thrust his hips up, pushing his cock into her waiting wet hole. Marina gasped in surprise and pleasure. Placing both hands on his chest, she braced herself as he thrust just the first few inches in and out, opening her up for his true assault.
Her poor pussy ached and burned as the tight muscles were forced to accept his wide shaft. Marina whimpered as one thrust pushed him in further.
“Lean up and sit on my cock, let it go in deep,” growled Gregor.
“No. No. It’s already too much,” groaned Marina, and she placed her head against his chest.
Gregor nodded to Drake who was standing behind Marina with the cat-o-nine in his hands. With her head on Gregor’s chest, her ass was pushed higher in the air at just the right angle for Drake’s punishment.
The cat-o-nine made a low swishing noise before connecting with her soft flesh. Marina screeched in pain and tried to turn around to see what had caused the hurt, but Gregor wrapped his powerful fingers around her jaw, forcing her gaze on him.
Drake raised his arm and brought the leather whip down again on her delicate skin.
“Oh god! Stop! It hurts!” cried Marina as she struggled against Gregor’s grip.
“Ride my cock if you want it to stop,” said Gregor, his steady, determined gaze boring into her. Straightening his arm, he pushed Marina upright. Still she went up on her knees to avoid completely impaling herself on his thick cock.
Drake struck her again. This time hitting her lower back and bottom. Marina’s creamy skin was slashed with light and dark pink stripes from the strips of soft leather.
“Stop! Stop!” she sobbed. Each strike sent a wave of heat and pain through her body.
“Ride my cock,” Gregor said, boldly palming her breasts and giving them a squeeze.
Marina gingerly lowered her hips down further onto his cock, hissing at the sting of pain when her pussy lips were stretched beyond their limit close to the base of his shaft. There was no other sound in the room but her quick, shallow breathing as she tried to force her body to accommodate his length.
When it looked like she might relent and try to raise up on her knees to escape Gregor’s cock, Drake struck her with the hated cat-o-nines, catching her straight on the top and underside of her ass. Marina called out but fell down on the final inch. She was fully impaled on Gregor’s cock.
“Now ride it,” ordered Gregor.
At Marina’s confused, pained expression, Drake stepped in. Grasping the cat-o-nines half way down its length to shorten the straps, he whipped them in fast succession against her raised ass cheeks.
“Move your ass up and down. Now!” Drake commanded.
With each stinging blow, Marina raised her bottom to try to get away only to be forced to drop back down on Gregor’s length. The friction of his cock scraping against her delicate inside passage started to build a heat that reviled the skin on her bottom. Marina started to feel a tingling, growing warmth. Her passage grew slicker the more aroused she became. It was as if the pain had heightened each inch of her skin, making it hum. The pressure built with each strike of the shortened cat-o-nines till Marina could take no more and screamed her release, collapsing on Gregor’s chest. His cock still hard and pulsing deep inside of her.
“Looks like the lass is all warmed up for you,” quipped Gregor to Drake.
Drake dropped the leather whip and climbed up on the bed to position himself between Gregor’s outstretched limbs and behind Marina’s raised ass. Pulling the cork top off a small glass vial, he poured the contents down the crack of her ass, watching as it slid by her tiny puckered hole.
“What is that?” asked Marina as she felt the slightly warm liquid hit her skin. Gregor forced her head back down onto his chest.
“Just a little something we picked up in Asia,” said Gregor with a wink to Drake.
Drake ran his tightened fist up and down his shaft a few times feeling it get harder as he took in the splendid view of Marina’s backside ripe and ready for the taking, her pussy lips stretched taut over the base of his brother’s cock. Knowing it would push the girl over the edge again to feel both cocks impaling her… well… after she got over the pain.
Running the head of his cock through the oil spread across her skin, he moved his hand down his shaft, coating it as well. Finally, lining up the tip of his cock to her back passage, he started to push his way inside.
Marina cried out in dismay and surprise. “What? No! Stop!” Again she tried in vain to raise herself up but was held down by Gregor by the hair at the back of her neck.
Ignoring her cries, Drake pressed forward. Watching as her tight puckered hole relented to the powerful pressure of his cock. Her bottom stretched open wide around the bulbous tip before pulling it in and closing about the shaft. The feel of her ass tightening just below the head of his cock was pure pleasure for Drake.
Less so for Marina.
The sharp pain felt like a punch to her stomach. There was so much pressure and tension as her body struggled to accept his cock. As he thrust deeper inside her forbidden hole, the pressure built. Surely this would kill her? There was no way her small body could take on both large cocks.
“Please, please, please,” murmured Marina, almost unintelligible against Gregor’s chest. He could feel the wetness from her tears on his skin.
Gregor could also feel her pussy tighten as Marina’s muscles contracted and pulsed from the pain in her bottom. He could feel his brother’s cock as it pushed inside their little captive’s body, scraping against his, separated by only a thin layer of skin.
Drake pressed his hands against her ass cheeks, enjoying the heat radiating from her soft skin, compliments of the cat-o-nines, watching as his hands left white hand prints on the pink skin. He pulled his hips back, offering Marina a moment of relief from the pressure.
“Brace yourself, wench. Now comes the fun part,” said Drake with a nod to Gregor.
Both brothers started a practiced rhythm. One pulling almost out of her body as the other thrust painfully deep in.
“Oh god, you’re going to kill me!” sobbed Marina.
It was too much. The constant ebb and flow of pressure and tension as her body felt stretched and pulled. Her insides started to cramp from the strain. Still the painful thrusting continued, relentlessly.
“Goddamn, you have a tight little ass!” exclaimed Drake as her body closed around his shaft like a fist.
“Oh, brother, just wait till your cock gets a taste of her wet pussy,” moaned Gregor as he raised his hips off the bed to thrust inside her bruised body even harder.
Drake grabbed Marina’s hair and pulled her head back, forcing her body at an odd angle. “Tell us you want our cum,” he harshly whispered against her ear before giving it a quick bite.
Marina felt a strange wave of sensation at his primal command. Never thinking it possible, she felt a familiar tingling rush build. His harsh commanding way, forcing her to obey. Her body responded, even if her mind didn’t understand.
“Say it, wench,” commanded Drake, pulling ha
“I want your cum,” she breathed out, the pain of him pulling on her hair adding to her unexpected pleasure. Her body was learning to use the pain for its own ends.
“Louder,” ordered Gregor as he bent his form to latch his warm mouth around one erect nipple, matching the scrape of his teeth on her delicate flesh to the scrape of his brother’s teeth on the spot just below her ear.
“I want your cum,” screamed Marina, shocked to realize she meant it. She wanted to be filled by these two powerful men, to be used by them.
Placing his left hand under her jaw to keep her body upright, Drake plowed into her ass with more abandon, feeling his cock get even harder as his release neared. Gregor pinched both her nipples as his cock wildly thrust into her pussy.
Drake came first, bucking as the cum burst from his cock, pressing himself to the hilt, forcing her body forward. The sudden feel of the press of her breasts against his chest as her pussy tightened around his cock, wrenched a release from Gregor with a roar.
As she felt both men release deep into her body, Marina shivered her own third release of the night.
Leaving her sprawled naked on the bed, both men walked over to the table to take a swig of rum from the bottle.
“Got some for me?” asked Marina saucily, recovering from her ordeal.
Drake turned to her with a grin. “Lay on your back and open your knees wide. We want to see our cum drip out of your holes.”
Marina did as she was told. The delicate skin of her pussy glowed an angry red from the abuse. Her bottom hole was still open and slack from having to accept Drake’s wide shaft. Both holes glistened with the brothers’ cum.
Taking the rum bottle, Gregor placed the tip against her pussy and slowly twisted, coating the edge, watching as Marina’s eyes lit with mischief.
Holding the cum-edged bottle to her lips, he said seductively, “Drink.”
“Yes, pirate,” answered Marina with a shy look and submissive smile.
Chapter Five
His to Claim
Walking into his cabin, Chance was greeted by a porcelain chamber pot smashing inches above his head.
“So…I’m guessing you don’t want to cuddle anymore?” said Chance casually.
“Bastardo despreciable! Te veré ahorcado! Te veré muerto!” raged Belle as she swung about to look for another projectile.
His emerald eyes flashed amusement as he took in her unusual attire. Since he had deliberately deprived her of her dress trunks and effectively ruined her corset and pantalettes in their last encounter, the arrogant male in him just assumed he would return to his cabin to find a half-naked, half-willing wench.
She had obviously torn through his own attire and settled on an over-sized linen shirt cinched in at the waist with one of his thick leather belts and a pair of his knee socks. Judging by the state of his cabin, Belle had tried and discarded every pair of britches he owned before realizing she could not make them fit.
Her silky, thick black hair was flying about her in wild disarray. Deep blue eyes flashed fury and indignation. Catching a glimpse through the thin, cambric material of his shirt, Chance could just make out dark, pink nipples rising and falling with her deep, agitated breaths. She looked magnificent. Yet again, he felt a primal possessive surge at seeing her attired in his clothes, with his scent still on her skin, standing there in defiance. He smiled with the thought of how he was going to teach his little spitfire a lesson for greeting him so.
Looking about the chaos of open trunks, turned over drawers, and shattered pottery, he commented dryly, “It was very sweet of you, mon petit trésor, to straighten up for your man’s return. Once I am finished with you, I truly believe you could find yourself a nice little position as a housemaid or perhaps even a housekeeper!”
“¡Hijo de puta! Te voy a matar a mí mismo!” she screamed before launching a clay plate again at his head.
Working herself into a nice frenzy over the last few hours alone, Belle’s anger would not be contained. While she had perfectly justifiable reasons to be angry at him, he was a pirate who kidnapped her after all. If she were honest, she was angrier at herself for giving in to him, even for a moment. How could she have found pleasure at such treatment? Fortunately, for Belle, she was rarely that honest with herself.
“Pirata sucio!” she said scathingly.
Chance’s back straightened at her words. “Now that is grossly unfair. I bathed just a few hours ago. I have the scratch marks on my back from your loving care as proof.”
Belle’s eye widened in shock. “¡Oh Dios! ¿Como sabes español?”
“Sí,” Chance answered with a seductive grin before stepping away from the cabin door and approaching her. Everyone always assumed pirates were uneducated fools, he thought with a wry smile.
Instantly contrite and wary, Belle took a step back. There was no place to run or hide in the relatively small cabin.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl,” chided Chance. “As a general rule, captives usually don’t anger their captors by throwing objects at their head. In fact, and you may be surprised to hear this, for the most part they try to please their captors in an effort to save their lives.”
Closing in on Belle, he gently enfolded her wrists and raised them above her head, keeping them still with one hand. Tracing his free hand down the side of Belle’s soft jaw and neck to tease the collar of his shirt that hung loose over her breasts.
Belle tried to breathe easy, to calm her racing heart, to show him she was not afraid of his closeness, of him. Feeling the heat from his still bare chest as he leaned close, smelling the slightly spicy scent of his soft essence, she tried to show he did not affect her. She failed.
Running his hand lightly over the tip of her breast, he continued to trace the nip of her waist and the swell of her hip before sliding them across her stomach.
Belle licked her lips and uttered a small gasp at the suggestive touch. Chance caught sight of her plump lower lip and suddenly ached for a taste. An ache he denied. He would take from her what he wanted, but he was determined not to give her anything of himself that included the tender intimacy of a lover’s kiss.
Leaning in close, he whispered in her ear, “So tell me, Belle, are you ready to please me?” Chance bit slightly down on the soft curve of her earlobe. “Will you please your captor to save your life?”
Sapphire eyes clashed with emerald. Chance could see her hot Spanish blood rising at his provocation. Pride warring with self-preservation. Sweeping the tip of his tongue around the delicate shell of her ear, he taunted her further. “I want to hear you say it. Let’s see those pretty little pink lips of yours form the words ‘I want to please you.’”
Chance was caught in his own scheme. Realizing the moment he said the words, he fiercely wanted to hear her say it. How he wanted to bend this stubborn, fiery female to his will.
Pushing her further, he whispered, “Say ‘I want to please your cock.’ Say it, my Belle.”
“Never,” she choked out, confused by her conflicting reaction to his nearness, deciding to fight rather than think too deeply about it.
Chance smiled. “You never disappoint, my little spitfire. I was hoping you would say just that.” As he backed away, Belle moved to lower her arms and possibly find a weapon within reach, only to find her wrists had been secured to a beam above with the very belt she had been wearing! The pirate had used his provocative words to distract her. While she was focused on what he was saying and his nearness, Chance had unbuckled the already loose belt and used it to bind her wrists.
“Damn you,” she screamed as she tried to kick out at him.
“Tsk, tsk. Such manners!” taunted Chance as he removed his leather boots and socks, one by one, amused to see his large shirt open wider exposing more of her slight frame without the benefit of the belt.
Ignoring his warning, she kicked out at him as he approached. Capturing both her ankles, Chance pulled her legs up till they wrapped around his waist. Belle let out a startled gasp as she felt the evidence of his aroused cock brushing against her pussy. “Oh, oh,” breathed Belle.
Chance raised a knowing eyebrow before deliberately shifting his hips from left to right, rubbing her delicate hidden lips.
“Don’t worry, my dear. There will be plenty of time for that, but first I must see to your punishment,” he ground out before stepping away from her, letting her legs fall to the wooden floor. Fisting the thin, cambric material, Chance rent the shirt fabric, tearing it from her body. Belle was left bare and exposed with only his knee socks for cover. They reached past her knees but not high enough.
Chance took his time slowly drawing his narrowed eyes up and down her bare form. Taking in her beautiful breasts, so large they curved and flared past her narrow waist. The soft, sparse black curls that hid her pussy. Her long, lean legs that tapered to trim ankles.
Chance picked up his riding crop. Holding it by the long, smooth wooden handle, he tested the weight in his hand as he turned back to observe his beautiful captive.
“No! No! Please, you can’t,” cried Belle as she saw what was in his hand.
“There is very little I can’t do. This is my ship. My world,” answered Chance as he leisurely circled her strung up body.
Belle twisted to try to see him as he moved behind her.
Chance admired the curve of her ass. How it dimpled just below the pitch of her lower back, the smooth creamy expanse of skin. He ran the leather end of the riding crop down the center, tracing her spine, watching as her body shivered with fear or excitement… perhaps both.
“As much as I love the challenge of your stubborn nature, I cannot allow your temper tantrums to go unpunished, mon petit trésor,” he said quietly as he contemplated her soft skin.
Bending his arm at the elbow, he struck out, marring the creamy flesh of her left buttock with the leather tongue of the riding crop.
Belle cried out in surprise and pain.
Chance slashed again, giving her a matching red mark on her right buttock.
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