by Don Winslow
The smirking henchmen approached their elegant captive with undisguised glee. And it was then that the full realization sunk in — a horrible, sinking feeling that her worst fears were about to come true: she had witnessed her friend and partner being fucked before her very eyes, and now she too, would be used, made to submit, forced to pleasure these crude, grinning bastards.
***
Special Agent Mallory Channing was buck naked, on her knees, kneeling before the black-clad Pirate Captain, who looked down on her with bland, pale eyes and bearded lips curled in insolent disdain. The dark-haired girl knelt sitting back on her heels, head lowered, hands at the top of her sloping thighs, fingers placed so that they partially shielded her furry sex. But he would have none of that!
“Hands at your side! Shoulders back! Head up! Look at me,” he demanded. “I want you looking into my eyes while those pretty red lips of yours are sucking on my cock!” For the first time the thought occurred to her: ‘What if their fearless leader wasn’t completely sane?’
“Unfortunately for you, since this cock has just been used to fuck your little girlfriend, you’re going to have to work a just a bit harder to make him stand up and take notice. My crew here has a bet that you can’t do it. But what do they know? I told them they’re wrong. I told them a good-looking cunt like number 9 would have lots of practice, hundreds of guys just begging for a blowjob from those sweet lips.”
He looked down with immense pleasure on the woman who was his: the fine-modeling of Mallory’s exquisitely carved face; the high-chiseled cheekbones, the luxuriant frame of soft black hair, long and thick and silky, loosely hanging to her shoulders; the natural pride in those haughty, aristocratic features, the startling blue of those bright intelligent eyes.
“Now, don’t embarrass me in front of my men. Show us what you can do.” A silence followed “Go on! Suck me off, you worthless cunt. And you better do a good job, or it’s back over the chair you go, and I’ll whip that insolent ass of yours so you won’t be able to sit for a week!”
He took a step closer, and waited. And she reached for him and with the lightest touch of her fingers, lifted his flaccid manhood on her cradling fingertips. He sighed.
Mallory took a deep breath and wrapped her cool slender fingers around his soft penis, she sensed the faint twinge of renewed lust that shot through his limp cock, felt it stir in her hand.
“Yeah, that’s good, go on…play with it a little. “
The girl obeyed, dutifully fingering her master’s prick, which gradually swelled under her ministrations, awakening once more to uncoil to its full length.
“Yeah..that’s it” She could sense him struggling to control his voice. “Now, my balls. Take ‘em out and play with my balls.
Carefully she peeled back the open fly of his black jeans, slid her fingers into the opening, cuddled the hairy sac she found there, and eased the rest of his masculine equipment out into the air. Warm and heavy was the softly furred sac that filled the cup of her curled fingers. She hefted their weight, caressed his balls, and gently rolled them, kneading them in her soft, delicate hand. She heard the man’s shivering moan of pleasure. His cock was rejuvenating, thickening, lengthening before her very eyes.
“Go on, lick them. Lick my balls.”
He looked down on the crown of her thick mane, waiting, wary for the first sign of resistance. But the girl did as she was told, submissively lowering her head, extending her tongue, to stab and lick at his hairy scrotum. She got a tight-lipped grunt from him as she flattened her tongue and drew it lavishly up the hanging sac. His hands were on her head, the fingers digging into the softness of her thick mane.
“Ohh, that’s good, baby. Yeah. Now do it. Suck my cock.” It was a low, whispered command.
She gave up his balls, and leaned forward, licking her lips, bringing them to the tip of the cock that by now had risen up as a semi-rigid blossom, awaiting her attention with a renewed surge of arousal. She was aware of the other men who were watching her with lust in their narrowed eyes, closing in now to crowd around her, to better see as she sucked cock. She sensed their arousal, the lusty, masculine presence. Kip was somewhere behind her. Helpless, and paralyzed from her own recent ordeal, the younger girl could do nothing but watch her mentor’s humiliation from her place where she sat, entranced by the eroticism of the unfolding scene.
Mallory reached out to take the man in hand, curled her fingers around the stiffening shaft, and tilted the bulbous head forward towards her pursed lips. Her nostrils flared as they filled with the smells of dried male spendings, mixed with a definite tang of feminine musk — the residue of love juices from the healthy young girl’s pussy. Looking up at him from under silken lashes, she slowly lowered her open mouth over her captor’s prick. Drawing in her lips to form a taut protective ring over her teeth, the girl ducked her head, taking in the man’s cock while she tickled the shaft with her flickering tongue. Her efforts brought a groan of helpless pleasure from the Captain.
The first touch of her lips had brought his wakening penis to full flower, and now his cock had swelled, hardened, filled her mouth as she went down on him. The pirate Captain felt a wild thrill of elation as he looked down on the beautiful dark-haired girl, on her knees before him, as she bent her head submissively to take his stiff prick into her lovely mouth. It was at such times that the dangerous job seemed worth all the risks.
Her head bobbed slowly, plunging down on him, and then slowly rising back up until his cock, rigid and gleaming with her saliva, popped free.
“Let’s get a little more action goin’! I want to see some enthusiasm here, or do I have to pepper that tail of yours to get you movin’?” he threatened.
Mallory took in the words, aware of her own rising excitement. She was a cocksucker! The words sent a crazy thrill through her. A perverse surge of lust rose in her own loins as the full realization of what she was doing sank in. She was determined to get it over quickly. She brought her flattened tongue up in long, wet strokes, slithering up his quivering length, topping each delicious shiver that went through him, by a lavish swirl around the taut crown.
His working fingers clenched, grabbing fistfuls of silky hair to hold onto as the girl used her wet, lively tongue, working him over thoroughly with lips, and mouth, and tongue. He arced back, his body stiffening in the throes of excruciating pleasure.
“Oooooh. Yeah that’s right. ” The groan that escaped his lips turned into a deep earthy rumble, “Suck me! Suck me off!”
His beautiful cocksucker dutifully went down on him with renewed determination, plunging deep, holding his throbbing penis in her warm moist mouth; then she began drawing on him, sucking gently, then more insistently, as her head began to methodically bob up and down in mechanical rhythm, the circle of her taut lips tight around his thick, wet shaft.
His cry was no more than a tight-lipped grunt. His trembling hands lightly cupped the girl’s head, as she bobbed up and down on him in an increasingly steady rhythm, sucking harder now. His roaming hands tightened on her, clamping her head. He held her as he drew back, extracting his glistening prick until she held only the very head between her lips. And then, holding her head rigidly between his hands, he proceeded to fuck Ms Mallory Channing’s pretty face. In the silence of that room you could hear the slurping, wet, sucking sounds as the pirate chief bucked his hips in ragged rhythm, driving his cock in and out of his cocksucker’s wet clinging lips.
No man, no matter how well controlled, could withstand such exquisite torture. Yet he struggled to hold on, clenching his fists, tightening his buttocks, while pressing the girl’s face into his loins
But the lusty man was clearly losing his struggle for control. Suddenly, his body was jolted by a mighty surge of lust, deep and powerful; a rutting urge welling up from his loins. His head shot back; his hands found her hair, and he used two fistfuls to pull free his pulsating prick just at the moment when he felt the primal urge that could not be denied. Frantically, he grabbed his
pulsating prick and aimed it straight at Mallory’s face.
His eruption, when it finally came, was massive; she managed to close her eyes as the first jets of cum splattered along her right cheek. He guided his spewing prick, painting her brow, her closed eyes that fine aristocratic nose, all with thick stringy wads of cum. He kept running the head of his cock over her face until there was nothing but a weak dribble left to decorate her lips and chin. The thoroughly humiliated girl knelt with head hung low, slumped shoulders heaving as she was forced to accept this lewd male offering. Gooey strings of cum festooned her delicate features like a sticky spider web, the residue slowly drying as it oozed down her chin.
She raised a hand to her brow to wipe away the worst of it, but a sharp word from him stopped her with her hand in mid-air. He liked the way she looked, he explained, smugly tucking his spent cock away. He turned away to leave Agent Mallory Channing kneeling there, naked, her features splattered with his cum.
In fact, he went on, lighting a cigarette, that he rather thought he could improve the picture with a contribution from his crewmen. Those two worthies had been watching the scene, with growing arousal and hard, obvious bulges pressing out the front of their pants. Now that their boss had satisfied himself, his underlings were welcomed to use Mallory for their own relief.
Naturally, the men leapt at the chance, taking positions on either side of the kneeling woman, unzipping, extracting their stiff erections for her attention. Dewayne’s cock was long and thin, slightly bowed, and tautly smooth, while the phallus that Merc took out was thick and sturdy, gnarled with veins, and already incredibly hard. Taking her limp hands, they placed one each on the powerfully aroused pricks. Mallory, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, knew it was best to jack them off quickly. Her long slim fingers, got a firm grip on each rigid penis and she began to piston her fists, masturbating the grinning crewmen with hard-determined pulls on their upright cocks.
Soon she had the two men grunting and gyrating. Dewayne was bucking his hips, while the big man tightened his muscular body. It didn’t take very much of this rough handling before she felt Dewayne’s cock began to jerk in her hand. She looked up at him as he wrenched his pulsing manhood free and aimed it down at her, pointing it towards her hair just as the first string of sperm flew through the air and landed with splat on the side of her thick mane. She flinched, but he followed her ducking head, coming in her hair, laying strings of the messy stuff all over the black folds at the side of her face; his partner climaxed with an urgent grunt, the big man spewing cum in an arc that splattered her twisting neck and chest, as he directed the spurting head towards her sleek-titted body. Thick wads of cum rained down on the naked girl, as the crewmen laughed and giggled.
As the eruptions weakened, they shook their cocks over her, sending the last few dribbles of cum down onto to her squirming body. Quite nonchalantly, they tucked themselves in, and stepped back to admire their handiwork, as Mallory knelt there with shoulders lowered, head hanging low. She was a mess! Wads and wads of creamy white cum decorated her face and nude body; her beautiful hair, matted with ropy gobs of the stuff. Seminal fluid dripped down to congeal in smears of glistening semen, leaving trails down her face and lips and upper chest, even her hands were sticky with cum.
As the two crewmen backed away, the Captain came forward to stand before his captive, booted feet widely planted. Because she knelt back on her folded legs, her head bowed, Mallory didn’t see the sneer of disdain crease his lips as he studied his naked, degraded prisoner. He reached down to grab her by the chin and lift her face up so that she found herself staring into those implacable pale eyes.
Mallory looked up into those eyes, her own seething with rage. It was the ultimate humiliation: an intelligent, well-educated woman like herself, a professional, highly trained in law enforcement, forced to her knees like common whore, made to service these crude bastards, her elegant features festooned with gooey strings of sticky cum.
He said not a word to her, but studied that beautiful, cum-soaked face for a long moment. Then he discarded her with a flick of his hand.
“Have her cleaned up,” he said, rubbing the stickiness on his thumb and fingers. “Get them dressed for supper.”
With that he turned his back on the two prisoners and strode out of the room, leaving them to the tender mercies of his grinning henchmen.
Chapter Seven
“Goddamn, wouldja lookat this. This here cunt is sure one helluva mess,” Dewayne tsked, shaking his head sadly. Lifting her under the arms, he hauled Mallory’s limp body back to the chair, and plunked the bedraggled girl down in it. He stood studying the splayed-out nude, as if contemplating the job before them.
“You wanna clean her up, Merc? The big man shook his head. “Nah, I don’t blame you. I don’t wanna do it either. Still, the Captain says it’s gotta be done. So I suppose someone’ll have to do it.”
He turned to look at Kip, with the grinning expression of a cat that had swallowed the canary. The girl’s eyes widened. As she realized what he was about to do, she cowered back in her chair, just as his hand shot out to grab her by the mop of hair and haul her to her feet.
“Nooo,” the naked girl squealed, as he dragged her stumbling towards her cum-besotted partner.
He ignored her shrieking protests; Kip found herself unceremoniously plunked down right across the seated woman’s lap. She struggled to get up, but the hand that held her kept her planted firmly in place, her hurting bottom squirming on Mallory’s bare thighs.
The young woman had no choice. She was forced to do it, ordered to submit to the disgusting task of licking the male spendings off her partner’s face under the watchful eyes of the laughing crewmen.
When she naturally refused to comply with the outrageously obscene order, Dewayne, who still held her by the hair, gave a vicious twist of his fist bringing tears to her eyes. Kip screeched, and this time, when the fistful of hair relaxed, she hesitantly obeyed, bringing her lips to Mallory’s cum-soaked features.
They watched the girl’s tongue peek out, the tentative tip extended to experimentally touch the glistening face. Impatient, Dewayne rudely shoved her face forward, forcing her lips into contact with the sticky cheek.
“Come on, Ms. 10, DO IT!”
Kip, with a deep breath, clenched her eyes in a grimace of distaste, and took a tentative lick, before doing the revolting job of lapping the drying steaks of cum from her partner’s cheeks and chin, running her tongue along the side of Mallory’s nose and face. Her nostrils flared, and she wet her lips, as she tasted the residue of male spendings, the bland, slightly starchy smell of creamy spunk. And as the man still held her by the hair, guiding her head, she was forced to lick over the closed eyelids, and across the smooth high brow. Mallory could do nothing but submit to the unspeakable indignation of it all, sitting there with closed eyes, burning with profound humiliation, wishing only that this dreadful, mortifying ordeal might soon come to an end.
Only when Dewayne was well satisfied that Kip had licked very drop of dribbling sperm from Mallory’s face, did he ease the pressure on her head.
“Hey, that’s a pretty good job good, except that you ain’t finished. Looks like somebody got those tits of hers all wet ‘n gooey.”
“What if we made Miss Sticky Tits cover them up; put her bra on right now?” Merc contributed.
His partner seemed to think that over. “Nah,” he concluded after a moment, “the Captain says she has be cleaned up, and that’s what we gotta do. He wants 9 all nice and squeaky clean.”
Dewayne’s hand cradled the back of Kip head, firmly guiding her down Mallory’s bare shoulders and upper chest, and beyond, rolling her face in the soft, cum-smeared chest, urging her on.
“Go on. You still ain’t finished, cunt.”
The two men watched in glee, laughing and joking, as Kip dutifully completed her humiliating task, licking Mallory’s gently mounded titties.
‘How like a kitten’s soft pin
k tongue licking your palm’ - the thought flitted through Mallory’s mind. Though the older woman had resolved to hold herself still as she was made to suffer this added indignity, the tantalizing tickle of the girl’s small agile tongue, lapping her glistening breasts, brought an unsuppressed wiggle of excitement. The closely watching men saw the telltale ripple course its way through Mallory’s narrow shoulders.
“Hey, I think this one’s getting turned on! Geezus, just look at ‘em nipples!”
Mallory clenched her eyes shut, determined to hold herself steady as the tickling tongue worked its way lower, completing its cleaning job by lapping up the last dribbles of cum that had trailed down to her belly.
The raunchy men were clearly enjoying the spectacle, snickering at how the girls were having such a good time at it, making crude jokes about sticky fingers and lesbian love.
“Maybe we can get a little girly action goin’ on here? Merc wondered aloud, with that characteristic smirk that Mallory hated.
“Nah, ain’t got time! He wants ‘em ready for dinner. Maybe later.”
***
Mallory felt a wave of relief when she realized that the prisoners would be given some time to shower and clean themselves up. But her gratitude was short-lived when they found the two women were required to wash up together, sharing the same narrow shower stall. Much worse, the glass door of the shower was to be left open — while Dewayne seated himself on a bench a few feet away! Privacy would be denied to them as they were forced to wash under their captor’s merry eyes. When Mallory protested his presence in the bathroom, he politely explained he was only following orders — someone had to keep an eye on the naked prisoners, lest they try to escape, he added with a grin.
