Ravished by the Pirates

“Don’t stop, please. Let me cum,” she begged him, hoping he would give her the release she so badly desired.

“It is time for punishment again. This time on the table Princess.” He picked up the leather straps again, waiting to bind her in the position he wanted.

She wasn’t even sure why she said it, regretting doing so almost as soon as it came out his mouth. “Don’t tie me up. I get into the position you want me.”

“Even if I want you to spread your legs wide so I can whip your pussy again? You’ll keep the position even after the first time the whip slaps through your lips?” He looked at her, the sweat glistening from the candlelight off her naked body, her nipples so hard and pointed that they looked as if they would burst, her legs slightly spread, as she stood naked before him, her chest heaving up and down.

She didn’t even if know if she could do it, spread her body open for him to cruelly lash at her most intimate parts of her body especially after the first blow of the whip. She only knew that she had to cum, cum soon. If it took another whipping before he would masturbate her again, then she would suffer, hoping that he would let her cum. “Yes.” She climbed onto the hard wooden table, sliding carefully, her cheeks still red and tender, not wanting a sliver of wood piercing her intimate sex. She got into the center of the table, leaning back onto her arms, her knees drawn up slightly, her thighs together, waiting.

The Captain looked at her, seeing the arousal in her eyes, her thighs wet from her juices, her nipples so hard they looked as though they would burst. “Since the Princess is so accommodating, you pick what I will use on your pussy. Will it be a riding crop, or maybe a paddle? You haven’t felt the severe bite of a bull-whip or a quirt, both will bring about such exquisite pain to your pussy. Or a cane like the English use on their children. They can tear flesh if administered properly.” He waited for her answer.

“Your hand,” she murmured, almost hoping that he didn’t hear her.

“You want me to spank your pussy with my hand Princess?”

She lowered her head, not wanting to look into his eyes. “Yes Captain.”

“What a lovely thought Princess. I love the sound of flesh meeting flesh and the feel of your pussy beneath my punishing palm will excite my cock. Excellent idea Princess. I will punish you with a pussy spanking.” He went over to the bed, returning with a pillow, placing it behind her. “Lean back and lie on the pillow.” He watched her as she reclined, her legs laying flat down on the table. “Bend your knees and keep your feet flat on the table.” He helped her get into the position he wanted, his gazing continually returning to between her legs. With her feet flat, she would be able to raise her ass up from the table, her pussy more accommodating for the spanking. He pushed on the insides of her thighs, making her spread her legs wider until he was satisfied with the obscene spread of her thighs. “Very good Princess. Now raise up that pretty ass,” his hands under her cheeks as she slowly rose up. “Higher now Princess, get your pussy up in the air.”

She felt her pussy juicing as he manipulated her body, feeling her pussy lips part at the wide expanse of her legs, his hands making her spread them farther then she would have, her crotch beginning to ache. She looked down as her ass rose from the table, his large hand under her urging her up, seeing how vulnerable she was becoming. He finally let her stop after her ass was a foot off the table, her body arched up submissively. He began to run his hand up and down her inner thighs, rubbing the reddened flesh, feeling her jerk when he rubbed a welt too harshly. He pushed out on her thighs, feeling her legs spreading open wider, seeing her pussy lips pull back widely. “Yes, I like that,” sure that her crotch was feeling like it was splitting up the middle. He let his hand fall down on her sex, resting it as she watched him carefully.

She was afraid of him, afraid of what she had agreed to. His hand rested heavily on her sex and already she trembled in fear. She looked down at the front of his trousers, his cock straining to burst through. She felt his hand move, pushing out her thighs, making her legs open wider and wider, aching as he spread her too far, but she dared not complain. He would only tie her up and do what he wanted with her. His hand began to slide up and down her slit, already feeling good as his rough skin rubbed her inner lips sending delicious shivers through her body. Her hips began a gentle motion, pushing up and down, trying to feel the rough touch more on her sex.

He noticed that she was already rubbing up against him, masturbating her pussy on his hand, feeling her juices getting his palm wet. This was to be the punishment, not the pleasure. He let his hand rise up in the air. “Keep your legs spread wide Princess,” he warned her before he let his hand swing back down, smacking hard against the center of her sex, the sharp splat ringing out in the room. He felt her body shudder when he hit her, her hips falling down from the powerful blow, the Captain not sparing her anything, hitting her with the flat of his hand.

“GGGGODDDD, that hurt,” she screamed out in pain, the vivid recollection of the pussy whipping quickly returning to her brain. She pushed her ass back up into the air, even higher then before, not wanting to disappoint him, even though her sex was ablaze in pain. His hand rubbed her sex again, this time not much pleasure, her labia feeling swollen and tender. She didn’t have much time to recover, his hand moving up and down, this time slapping a bit lower, between her legs, catching her at the juncture of her legs, two fingers slapping harshly between her lips, pushing apart them and striking painfully on her inner pussy. “EEEEEHHH,” she yelled, the Captain striking her harder, almost bruising her pelvic bone as his palm smashed into her delicate flesh.

The Captain would slap her tender inner thighs when she wouldn’t spread her legs wide enough, a sharp staccato to each side making her more amenable to him, following up quickly with a powerful slap to her pussy, enjoying her sharp cries of pain each time. If she thought this would be enjoyable, he would make sure that the thought would never enter her mind again. He slipped his hand under her ass the next time, holding her raised up, his hand slapping her on her pussy, his hand holding her in place, her sex taking the full brunt of the punishing blow. Tears were running down her face before he finished, her thighs trembling as she tried to keep them position, each time her sex set ablaze in pain by his powerful slaps. Ten times he spanked her pussy while she sobbed in pain, her cries now hoarse and trembling.

“Very good Princess. I enjoyed that.”

She would never do that again, volunteering her own punishment, barely able to close her legs as he drew her back over to the bed. He made her sit down, pulling her wrists to her ankles, securing them to a pair of straps that he placed around her ankles. She was bent over, her arms drawn between her legs, her knees drawn up, pulling her body tightly together. He pushed her over onto her sex, her ass pushed out against him. She waited, waited for his hands to masturbate her again.

“Good night Princess. Get some sleep for your wedding day.” He blew out the candle, quickly stripping off his clothes, pushing up against her ass, his hard cock throbbing as it touched her hot flesh.

No, he couldn’t do this. Her body craved the orgasm that she suffered so much for. Even worse, she could feel his cock only inches from her pussy, only inches from satisfying the lust in her loins. She began to rub her ass up against his cock, feeling it slide back and forth, not even caring when it slipped between her cheeks to bang against her anus. A sharp slap to her ass stopped her.