A Captive of Chance (6 page)

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.

“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 harder on her hair.

“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.