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  Isabelle felt the cool, soft leather touch her cheek and then slide under her jaw. Pressure from the crop forced her to turn her head back to face him. Her eyes widened in fear when she saw what he was holding. Surely he didn’t mean to use that on her like he did his belt!

  “Place your hands between your legs and open your cunny lips nice and wide.”

  “I can’t,” she whimpered in abject fear.

  In a flash, he removed the crop from her face and flicked it ruthlessly against her exposed nipple. Isabelle cried out and covered the injured breast as he flicked the second one.

  “Stop! Stop!” she cried out. “It hurts.”

  “It will hurt a great deal more if you don’t start doing as I say without question or hesitation,” warned Chance.

  Sobbing, Isabelle removed her hands from her stinging nipples and gingerly pinched her cunny lips, pulling them open slightly.

  “Wider,” barked Chance.

  This time Isabelle obeyed.

  Chance was pleased to see the glisten of arousal coating her pretty pink hidden skin. Stepping closer, he brushed the leather tongue of the riding crop against her exposed clit. Isabelle’s breath left her in a rush as her cheeks flamed scarlet. The feel of the leather brushing her hidden nub made her dizzy.

  Using his free hand, Chance fisted his cock and stepped closer. Tracing her lips with the tip, leaving a shimmering sheen of cum, Chance commanded in a low voice, “Open your mouth.”

  Raising tear-filled eyes with a final pleading look, Isabelle reluctantly obeyed.

  Chance flicked his wrist, snapping the riding crop tongue against her cunny in a stinging rebuke.

  Isabelle cried out in pain. Chance used the opportunity to push the head of his cock into her mouth.

  Startled, she raised her hands to try to push against his hips, trying to form words of protest.

  “Tsk, tsk. Such manners,” chided Chance. “Don’t talk with your mouth full. Put your hands back where I ordered unless you want another kiss of the crop.”

  Dropping her hands from his hips, she placed them against her cunny, using her index finger and thumb to pull the lips open despite the stinging pain.

  “Good girl. Now keep your mouth open nice and wide.”

  Chance pushed his cock in further, loving the feel of her tongue as it swirled around his shaft.

  Her mouth instinctively tried to bite down as he forced himself deeper. “Ah, ah. No biting,” he teased as he tapped her clit with the tongue of the riding crop again.

  Isabelle immediately opened her lips wider, not wanting to be punished further. She choked as his cock hit the back of her throat. Vainly trying to push the offensive thing out of her mouth with her tongue, she could not help tasting him. Musky with a hint of the salt water. His cock felt both soft and hard as it forced itself past her lips. Her fear escalated as the large head started to push even deeper, cutting off her air.

  Chance looked down at her tear-stained face, her lips stretched thin around his wide shaft. He could see the panic in her eyes as the head thrust past the back of her mouth and started to push down her throat. The contracting of her throat muscles as she coughed and gagged sent ripples of pleasure through his cock.

  Pulling on her hair to compel her to tilt her head back further to give him better access, Chance said in a soothing voice, “Breathe through your nose, baby. I’m going to help make it feel better.”

  Rubbing the leather tongue of the crop in a rhythmic circular motion over her clit, Chance sent a different kind of shock coursing through Isabelle’s body. Keeping up a steady pressure on that little bundle of nerves, he used her distraction to thrust deeper into her throat. Never in his life had he wanted to grab a woman by the back of the neck and thrust into her waiting mouth with abandon as he did in this moment. He wanted to fuck her mouth, to feel her throat tighten around his cock as he forced it to accept him. Then finally to see his cum coat her tongue, knowing she was tasting him, consuming him.

  The direction of his own thoughts caused Chance to thrust harder, ignoring the imploring look from her eyes. With each push, he pressed the crop against her cunny. Isabelle was tortured with conflicting emotions. Frightened and scared, her jaw ached and her lungs burned as her mouth was callously used for his own pleasure. On the other hand, the tremors with each press of the crop, humiliated her as much as it gratified.

  Showing more restraint then he thought he was capable of, Chance resisted the urge to squeeze deeper into her throat, knowing that swallowing all nine inches of his shaft without injury, would take time and lots of practice on her part. Content with feeling her throat close around the first few inches, he gave her a few quick thrusts before pulling back and cuming with a growl of satisfaction.

  A primal rise of possessive male pride surged through his blood as his cum dripped like honey from her still open lips.

  “Lick your lips,” he growled again. “Taste my cum.”

  Isabelle closed her eyes to try to block out his powerfully intense stare as it bore into her soul. She could still see those emerald green eyes behind her lids as the tip of her tongue swiped her lower lip, tasting the musky, male essence of him. In some strange way, it soothed her sore throat.

  “Your turn, mon petit trésor,” groaned Chance as he watched the innocently seductive movement of her tongue along her lips.

  Moving the crop at a faster pace, he watched her cheeks flush a deeper pink as her breath caught. Of its own volition, Isabelle’s body opened to his masterful touch. Her head fell back as her knees opened even wider, pulling on her cunny lips without having to be told, actually giving the crop better access to her body.

  Chance flicked her clit a few times, causing a soft sting that only heightened the tingling tension she was feeling.

  Fighting the unwanted sensations, Isabelle moaned, “I can’t. I can’t,” as she tossed her head from side to side.

  “You can and you will.”

  The sound of his voice commanding her to his will pushed her over the edge. Screaming a release, she fell back with abandon. Sprawled on the cabin floor like a wanton. Her nipples erect. Her legs spread open. The taste of him still on her tongue.

  Uncomfortable with the unwelcome urge to take Belle into his arms and hold her, Chance distanced himself. He fucked women, he didn’t cuddle with them like a god damn milk toast. Raking her body with hooded eyes, he taunted, “Looks like I was right in calling you wench.”

  Reacting as if he had slapped her, Isabelle sat up, covering her body with the wrinkled bath linen. “You, sir, are no gentleman!” she stormed.

  “No, madam, I am not. I’m a pirate, and you would do best not to forget it,” he stormed back before tossing on a pair of britches, grabbing his boots and socks and strolling bare-chested out of the cabin.

  The last thing she heard was the click of the lock as it fell into place. Tears streaming down her face, Isabelle wondered if Marina was as miserable.

  Chapter Four

  Two on One

  “So the pub keeper says, ‘only if it’s with my dog!’” quipped Marina with a bark of laughter.

  Drake slapped his knee as he threw back his head with hearty laughter. “My god, woman, you know how to tell a dirty tale!”

  Pouring another draft of rum for them both, he cheered, “Here’s to the female who yields to a man, here’s to the man who’ll fuck when he can!”

  “For fucking creates all our joy on earth, from fucking you know, we all date our birth!” Marina laughingly finishing the popular toast.

  “You are a fine wench!” said Drake appreciatively.

  Marina beamed under the praise. She was a simple girl after simple pleasures. When the ship was first attacked by pirates, she swooned from the thought of what would become of her. Tales of dirty, scurvy men who were missing limbs and teeth scared her to bits! But the man who claimed her was vastly different. Handsome, tall and strong with good teeth! She could not believe her good fortune. Never one to walk away from a good tumble, she licked her lips in anticipation.

  * * *

  “I’m taking the helm,” snarled Chance as he stepped onto the bridge.

  Gregor gave his captain a quick once over. Bare-chested and angry, he hardly looked like a man who had just bedded a fine wench.

  “Couldn’t get any billow in the sail?” he teased. Captain had as legendary a reputation with the women in port as he did on the high seas. The idea that the little black haired, blue-eyed wench might have bested him was vastly amusing.

  Chance grabbed Gregor by the shirt linen and got up close to his face. “I’m not here for your amusement, pirate. Now get out of my sight before I decide to take you and your brother’s new sport away from you.”

  Knowing Drake was at this moment preparing their little captive for a night of debauchery, Gregor was not about to let her slip from their fingers. “As you said, Captain. You have the helm,” he acquiesced.

  As he strolled down the passageway to his cabin, he could not help wondering about the lass tucked away in the captain’s cabin.

  Chance’s thoughts strayed to the little spitfire as well, wondering if he had been bewitched by a pair of sapphire eyes.

  * * *

  Marina stared at the fearsome pirate who straddled her hips as he lent over her with a vicious looking knife. The sharp blade resting between her ample breasts, forcing her to take short, shallow breaths lest she be cut. Eyes wide, she stared at the man trying to anticipate his next move, struck by the display of raw, male power.

  Drake stared down at the small female under his control. Her honey-brown locks stretched across his cot. Her big, brown eyes looking up at him with confusion and fearful anticipation. He hesitated for a moment.

  “Oh just cut it off already!” shouted an excited Marina.

  With a grin, Drake flipped the knife in his palm so he could slash downward, cutting through the knotted stays on her corset. Being a poor companion, she did not have the luxury of travel garments like her lady friend.

  The corset fell open. Her breasts clearly visible through the course chemise, made thin from years of careful washing. Dropping the knife, he tore through the thin fabric with his bare hands. Diving into the pleasure of her large bosom, he latched on to one dark, pink nipple while painfully palming her other breast.

  “Oh god yes!” panted Marina. “Make it hurt, pirate.”

  “Oh I intend to, lass,” smirked Drake as he drew his tongue up the underside of her breast to once again suck the perky nipple deep into his mouth.

  “Room for one more?” asked an amused Gregor as he shrugged out of his shirtsleeves.

  Marina let out a surprised shriek and tried to cover her bare breasts while attempting to wriggle out from between Drake’s thighs.

  “Just warming the wench up, brother,” said Drake as he gave Marina’s breast a swat, silencing her screams.

  An incredulous Marina watched as Gregor toed off his heavy boots and began to unbutton his britches.

  “No. Wait. You can’t mean…” She stopped, having a hard time forming the words. “You can’t both mean to… to…”

  “Don’t worry. A saucy wench like you will probably have some fun,” offered Drake. “If not… well…” He finished with a shrug of his shoulders and a telling look.

  Marina was no wilting virgin, but she was still a good girl and had never even considered such a thing was possible. As she was still trying to come to terms with what they were expecting, Gregor dropped his britches and underclothes. With wide eyes, she stared at the sheer girth and length of his cock.

  No, she thought. “No! I can’t!” she cried out, again trying to shimmy her way off the bed.

  “Why don’t you give the lass something else to do with her mouth while I finish getting her bare assed,” said Gregor to Drake.

  Drake captured her wrists and held them tight above Marina’s head. Leaning up on his knees, he brought his crotch close to her chin. Unbuttoning the front of his britches, his large cock sprang free, the head hitting against her lips. Marina tried to turn away but with her arms stretched up against her ears, she could not move her head freely enough.

  “I’m going to fuck that saucy, dirty mouth of yours,” warned Drake as he fisted his cock and pressed the head against her tightly closed lips. “Be a good girl and open up, or my brother will have to give you the lash.”

  With that, Marina turned wide eyes on the second brother who was taking an evil looking black leather cat-o-nines out of a trunk. She had no way of knowing it was crafted with soft leather and was meant more for pleasure than pain.

  Tears filled her eyes as Marina closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

  The bulbous head of Drake’s cock pushed past her lips, filling her mouth. Her tongue involuntarily swept against the tip, tasting him. As it forced its way deeper into her mouth, her tongue was pushed flat.

  Drake closed his eyes in appreciation as her tight mouth stretched to the limit accepting the wide shaft. He could feel her tongue pressed tightly against the underside of his cock. Its silky movement spurring him on. Leaning up higher on his knees, till his thighs cradled her jaw, he thrust in deeper, feeling her throat contract around the head of his cock.

  Marina tried to scream as the cock was forced deeper down her throat, the sound coming out as a muffled whimper. Drake groaned all the same. Her efforts tightening her throat and sending spasms of sensation up his shaft. “Scream all you want, lass.”

  Once she had swallowed all eight inches, Drake paused, letting her get the rhythm of breathing through her nose. Grabbing a wrist in each strong hand, he tilted his hips and prepared for his assault on her poor throat.

  “I’m going to start to fuck your throat. It will be better for you if you don’t struggle,” Drake warned.

  Marina’s eyes popped open as he pulled his cock almost all the way out of her tortured mouth only to thrust back in to the hilt. The hairs around his balls tickled her chin and nose as he continued the slow thrust in and out. Ignoring his warning, she started to kick and struggle, only to be shocked when a pair of warm hands encircled her ankles. She had forgotten the other brother!

  Gregor sat on her flailing limbs and made quick work of tearing off the rest of her pantalettes and stockings till she was stark naked before both men.

  “That’s a fine pussy.” He nodded in approval, taking in the soft brown curls and her wet cunny lips. “Hurry up, Drake, so I can have a taste.”

  Drake thrust harder into her mouth, careful to not truly harm her, the scrape of her teeth as her jaw tired only serving to pleasure him more. With one final thrust, he flooded her mouth with his warm cum.

  Marina choked and sputtered as his cum coated her tongue and lips. Drake grabbed a piece of her shredded petticoat and wiped her mouth. “You were a good girl. Now’s time for your bit o’ fun.”

  Ripping off his belt, he secured her wrists to the bedpost before climbing off her. Marina tested the bounds, but they held tight.

  “Give me her ankles,” said Drake.

  Gregor forced her ankles up, almost bending her in half and dreadfully exposing her cunny and little puckered back hole. Once again, Marina felt warm, strong hands close over her ankles. This time it was Drake.

  “Let’s make your cunny even sweeter,” teased Gregor before he poured a draft of rum over her pussy. Leaning before her bent form, he lapped up the rum and cunny cream.

  The cool liquid against the heated flesh of her pussy startled and thrilled Marina. The rough sweep of Gregor’s tongue had her forgetting her plight. As Drake secured her ankles, Gregor masterfully worked her pussy. Using his tongue to sweep and circle the sensitive bundle of nerves till her hips raised to push him for more.

  “Such a good girl with such a pretty pussy,” soothed Gregor as he swept his tongue along the seam of her lips. He then moved lower, pressing the tip of his tongue against her tight puckered hole.

  Marina was shocked. “Oh no. Don’t lick me there! It’s wrong!” None of the other boys she had allowed between her thighs had ever attempted something so wicked. They usually just climbed on top of her and stuck it in her pussy. Never her… her other hole thought a confused Marina.

  Gregor and Drake exchanged a heated look across her naked flesh, knowing soon they would both be doing much more to her tight little back passage.

  Gregor pushed two fingers into her slick pussy. Twisting his wrist, he swirled and thrust, swirled and thrust till Marina came with a scream.

  Drake released her wrists as he, too, removed the rest of his clothes. Marina was left flushed and dazed in the middle of the bed, too sated to move or think of escape.

  “Time for you to take us both on wench.” The deep timbre of Drake’s voice, breaking through her reverie.

  “Both?” she asked, bewildered.

  “Both,” affirmed Gregor with a smile as he pulled her into a sitting position.

  Marina’s eyes teared up as she looked between both brothers. “Please don’t put it in my mouth again. My throat’s so sore. I didn’t like it,” she whimpered.

  Drake cradled her jaw. “You will have to learn to like it since I haven’t seen a better cock swallower in many a port, lass.”

  Marina gave him a watery smile. Despite herself, she liked the praise and compliment even if it was for something she found scary and wrong.

  “If you wrap that tight pussy around my cock, I promise we won’t put it in your mouth tonight,” cajoled Gregor.

  “All right,” Marina tentatively agreed. She awkwardly climbed on top of his prone form. Her small thighs straddling his strong, muscled ones. She could feel the gentle brush of the rough hair on his skin against the delicate skin of her inner thighs.

  “I’m… I’m not sure… I’m not sure how… how to,” stammered an embarrassed Marina. Having only tumbled with footmen and the occasional tradesman, she was only used to lying underneath the man.

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