urgent and deep. With one final lunge, he lifted her hips away from the wall and she felt the hot liquid of his seed filling her.
His withered member fell out of her with a slow closing of her widened entrance. Monique shuddered painful sobs, and Deegan bent to kiss one of the welts. “It will be a shame when you get used to this.”
Deegan rose, and after reclaiming his pants he walked out of the cave, leaving Monique shuddering and still pinned to the wall by her obscenely bulging, reddened breasts. She leaned her head against the rocks and felt his juice, and what she was fairly certain to be blood from tearing, draining out of her tortured rectum. Anticipation of seductive tortures were far from her thoughts, and she hoped the pirate would stay far away from her.
By afternoon, she was hungry and terrifically parched while she continued to kneel with her agonized breasts, now almost dulled to a throb, secured to the wall. Sweat beaded and dripped down her body, replacing the tears that had dried up hours ago. Her head continued to sag against the hard wall of the cave, and her legs and arms were numb. Monique finally heard Deegan come back to the cavern.
“Your stubbornness and outbursts will only earn you punishment, girl. You have already been warned about not speaking until you tell me what I want to hear.” Deegan loosened the lashes binding her breasts and as blood circulated through the purpled mounds, she shrieked and fell onto her side. The pirate lifted her by her hair until she was kneeling again, and staring into his dark eyes.
Deegan had decided to intensify the training of his prize until she anticipated and strived to fulfill his designs for her. The thought that one of the other pirates might try to harm her, after they learned she had spoken another curse, made him nervous. He did not want the crew throwing her into perpetual silence for mistaking her actions with Tommy, so he had to make sure they knew he had her well controlled.
Deegan gripped her arm and led her out by the fire where he had food and tea waiting for her. He removed the gag but left her wrists bound, forcing her to kneel forward to eat. Monique sniffled softly while she ate and lapped at the cool tea. The pirate re-gagged her and left her kneeling by the fire while he walked around the clearing, repairing the lean-to and hacking at some jungle growth with a long knife.
In the afternoon, he brought her back to the beach where he had constructed a triangular device out of bamboo. It stood about waist height with another vertical pole buried in front of it, with strips of hemp attached to various parts of the structure. Monique dragged her feet in the sand and was already whimpering while the pirate moved her towards it.
He unsecured her wrists, and she fought while he bent her shoulder blades to the crossbeam of the triangle and lashed her cuffs to each end. There was a pole lying in the sand and, after avoiding her kicking, he secured it to her ankle cuffs, keeping her legs spread. The joints on the bamboo dug into her back, which was supporting most of her weight, and she had to close her eyes against the glare of the sun as her face looked towards the sky.
Her scream was muffled behind the plug when the pirate reached for a long strip of thin line attached to the vertical pole in front of her. He spread her pussy and ran the rough hemp along her moist pink folds and under her so that it traveled up the crease of her bottom to be secured tightly to the hair he had gathered into a tail. For any relief on her tender flesh, she had to tilt her head far back. Deegan then left to fish.
It seemed an hour before he returned, and Monique was quivering with sobs at the torture, her second of the day, for her display that morning. She felt his finger follow a bead of sweat dripping down her ribs to disappear in the juncture of
His withered member fell out of her with a slow closing of her widened entrance. Monique shuddered painful sobs, and Deegan bent to kiss one of the welts. “It will be a shame when you get used to this.”
Deegan rose, and after reclaiming his pants he walked out of the cave, leaving Monique shuddering and still pinned to the wall by her obscenely bulging, reddened breasts. She leaned her head against the rocks and felt his juice, and what she was fairly certain to be blood from tearing, draining out of her tortured rectum. Anticipation of seductive tortures were far from her thoughts, and she hoped the pirate would stay far away from her.
By afternoon, she was hungry and terrifically parched while she continued to kneel with her agonized breasts, now almost dulled to a throb, secured to the wall. Sweat beaded and dripped down her body, replacing the tears that had dried up hours ago. Her head continued to sag against the hard wall of the cave, and her legs and arms were numb. Monique finally heard Deegan come back to the cavern.
“Your stubbornness and outbursts will only earn you punishment, girl. You have already been warned about not speaking until you tell me what I want to hear.” Deegan loosened the lashes binding her breasts and as blood circulated through the purpled mounds, she shrieked and fell onto her side. The pirate lifted her by her hair until she was kneeling again, and staring into his dark eyes.
Deegan had decided to intensify the training of his prize until she anticipated and strived to fulfill his designs for her. The thought that one of the other pirates might try to harm her, after they learned she had spoken another curse, made him nervous. He did not want the crew throwing her into perpetual silence for mistaking her actions with Tommy, so he had to make sure they knew he had her well controlled.
Deegan gripped her arm and led her out by the fire where he had food and tea waiting for her. He removed the gag but left her wrists bound, forcing her to kneel forward to eat. Monique sniffled softly while she ate and lapped at the cool tea. The pirate re-gagged her and left her kneeling by the fire while he walked around the clearing, repairing the lean-to and hacking at some jungle growth with a long knife.
In the afternoon, he brought her back to the beach where he had constructed a triangular device out of bamboo. It stood about waist height with another vertical pole buried in front of it, with strips of hemp attached to various parts of the structure. Monique dragged her feet in the sand and was already whimpering while the pirate moved her towards it.
He unsecured her wrists, and she fought while he bent her shoulder blades to the crossbeam of the triangle and lashed her cuffs to each end. There was a pole lying in the sand and, after avoiding her kicking, he secured it to her ankle cuffs, keeping her legs spread. The joints on the bamboo dug into her back, which was supporting most of her weight, and she had to close her eyes against the glare of the sun as her face looked towards the sky.
Her scream was muffled behind the plug when the pirate reached for a long strip of thin line attached to the vertical pole in front of her. He spread her pussy and ran the rough hemp along her moist pink folds and under her so that it traveled up the crease of her bottom to be secured tightly to the hair he had gathered into a tail. For any relief on her tender flesh, she had to tilt her head far back. Deegan then left to fish.
It seemed an hour before he returned, and Monique was quivering with sobs at the torture, her second of the day, for her display that morning. She felt his finger follow a bead of sweat dripping down her ribs to disappear in the juncture of
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