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Dark Dreamer - Pirates! 

Pirates (1) - MMMMMf/Ff/rape/Pain/B&D




It was her boredom which decided Jordan to go on the little
sailing jaunt with Bucky Smith and Darcy Rhodes. The summer seemed
endless, and the things which others considered to be of
exceptional interest she had long tired of.

She had many sports cars to jaunt around in, had gone to all
the movies, theatre shoes and concerts, had skydived, bungie jumped
and scubadived, and spent countless hours on the beach, by the
pool, or at parties.

She'd even grown bored of shopping, and that was surely an
amazing thing to those who knew her, who said her credit cards had
to be made of platinum because anything else would melt.

Jordan had decided that there was only one thing left to do,
and that was to give up her precious virginity, and start to
explore the realm of sexuality. Perhaps there, for a while, she
would be able to assuage her boredom somewhat.

She had chosen Bucky Smith for several reasons. He was, of
course, gorgeous, which Jordan thought she surely deserved. He was
tall and blonde, with beautiful hair and a model's face. He had
broad shoulders and a powerful physique.

He was filthy rich, and from a good family, and, importantly,
had a tight lip about his sexual adventures. There were many others
who weren't so tight-lipped, mostly women who spoke of just how
good he was in bed.

Jordan had no intention of letting her first time be to some
fumble fingered, drooling fool. She wanted an expert, or very
nearly one.

And she wanted it to be done right. She thought that a sailing
yacht out at sea would be memorable and romantic. What she hadn't
counted on was Bucky's idiotic little sister Brianna coming along.

Jordan had at first considered ordering him to dump the girl,
for she wanted just the two of them on the boat, but then she found
out it required at least two people to sail the damned thing in the
first place.

So what she did was to invite Darcy Rhodes along. Rhodes was
a handsome, if somewhat sleazy guy, and Jordan was reasonably sure
he'd decide that the best use of his time was to try and get
Brianna out of her panties.

Whether he succeeded or not wasn't important to Jordan, just
so long as he occupied the other girl while she got a good fucking
from her brother.

Quite frankly Jordan wanted nothing to do with Bucky's sister.
The girl was absolutely not part of the in crowd. She was, from
what Jordan remembered, never having paid much attention to
unimportant people, a short, mousy brunette.

Jordan, on the other hand, was the kind of young woman that
made men stand up and take notice...in more ways than one. She was
tall and perfectly proportioned, with endlessly long legs and
flawless ivory skin.

She had long, silky black hair that framed a gorgeous face
with a narrow, aristocratic nose, sharp, piercing brown eyes, and
full seductive lips. Her breasts were large, but not overly so, not
enough to make her seem busty. She had a narrow waist, flaring
hips, and a nice, tight ass.

And she moved with a flowing grace that other women twice her
age envied. She had a perfect smile which, with the slightest
movement of her eyes could change from conveying amusement to
contempt.

She had picked out exactly the right kind of suit to wear, a
brazilian cut string bikini with a design by Meloff Fagoso. It cost
her eight hundred dollars or so...not that cost mattered, and set
off her coloring just perfectly.

She had a matching coverup, of course, with cute little
sandals that went with it. She was sure Bucky would appreciate the
effort.

She parked her Porsche and carried her bag down onto the dock
to where Bucky's sailboat lay. Darcy was sitting on the deck, and
rose lazily as she climbed up.

"Hello, beautiful," he grinned.

Jordan gave him a barely tolerant smile.

"We've been waiting for you for forty-five minutes, Jordan.
What happened? You're early."

Jordan glowered at him briefly, but really, he was beneath her
notice. She brushed past him and went to the rear, almost bumping
into Brianna emerging from below deck. The girl was wearing cutoffs
and an ugly plaid shirt, of all things.

"Well, hello, dear," Jordan said tolerantly.

"You're late."

"Perhaps you were simply early," Jordan smiled.

"I was on time. You're late."

"Suck a sweet child," Jordan said, with an icy smile.

"Oh quit it," Brianna said. "You act like such a stuck up
bitch, Jordan. It's no wonder no one likes you."

"What the little people in life think is not of any concern to
me," Jordan sniffed.

Jordan gave her a look of amused contempt then pushed past her
and went down the stairs. She found Bucky sitting at a table
reading a comic book.

"Bucky dear," she said.

He tossed the comic away and stood up quickly, hugging her and
kissing her cheek. 

"Glad you made it," he said.

"Are we going to start sailing now or something?"

"Hmm? Oh, well, sure, we'll cast off now that you're here."

"Good. I'll change. Where is my cabin?"

Bucky grinned in amusement.

"In there, with Brianna," he grinned.

She raised an eyebrow.

"Well it's not like we'll be sleeping over, Jordan. We're only
out for the afternoon. You can change in there."

"And what if I want to...lie down...for a rest.." she
whispered, pressing herself against him.

"Mmmm. I guess you can use the master's cabin where I am."

"Do I have to call you master?" she taunted, sliding her
tongue along her lower lip.

"You can call me anything your little heart desires," he
grinned, sliding his hand down onto her ass and squeezing it
through her eighteen hundred dollar Maillani dress.

She pulled away and went into the second cabin to change.
Bucky licked his lips and then went upstairs to help Darcy and Bri
cast off. He started the engine and slowly manoeuvred the seventy
foot boat out of the crowded marina and onto the open sea.

Jordan let them wait for a half hour, then, her suit and make-
up and hair perfectly set in place, and her robe covering her, she
made her way up the cabin and out onto the deck.

Bucky was at the wheel, while Darcy and Brianna were sitting
on a long padded bench at the rear of the boat. 

"Well, here you are," Bucky smiled.

"We thought you were seasick and barfing in the toilet,"
Brianna said.

Jordan gave her an icy look.

"I just wanted to look my best for you, Bucky dear," she said,
smiling sweetly.

"Then you should go back below for another few hours," Brianna
said.

"Don't you have somewhere to play, dear?" Jordan asked
contemptuously.

Brianna held up her middle finger and Jordan scowled at her.

"Knock it off, Bri," Bucky called back.

Bucky held her finger up to him too, then got up and went
below. Jordan moved over to the long bench and gracefully removed
her wrap, carefully not looking at either of the men there, knowing
they'd be admiring her firm, trim figure.

"I just love sailing," she sighed, leaning over the side
slightly. She turned suddenly to find both of them admiring her
ass. She smiled tolerantly. "I think I'd like to get some sun," she
said.

"Why don't you climb up the mast and sit on it?"

Jordan scowled as Brianna returned, carrying a towel,
sunglasses, radio, suntan oil, and a book.

The girl gave her a rude look, then went past and up forward.

"Little bitch," Jordan said to the others.

"Yup," Bucky nodded.

The brunette dumped everything, then reached down and undid
her pants, letting them fall to her ankles. She stepped out of them
as she undid her shirt and pulled it back over her shoulders.

She was wearing a one piece suit underneath, one in a very
unfashionable color, green, and totally out of style, Jordan noted.
It was bandoleer style, with two strips cross her chest over her
surprisingly large breasts and going behind her back, leading down
over her ass and then coming up between her thighs to fasten up
high at her hips.

Jordan was surprised at how revealing it was. The two strips
covered not much more than the center of the girl's breasts,
exposing round breast meat below and above. The strip coming down
her back was little more than a thong, baring her buttocks
entirely, and the little triangle of clothe over her crotch did not
go up very far at all.

Jordan frowned in amazement. What was the little tomboy doing
wearing something like that? She was amazed she had the courage.
She was also annoyed, for Darcy was licking his lips in definite
appreciation as he watched the girl sit down on the deck.

She had wanted him to occupy himself with the girl, of course.
That was the plan, yet still she felt jealous. She didn't like any
man finding more interest in another than in herself.

"I'm surprised your parents allow that child to dress so
provocatively," she said to Bucky.

"What?"

"Your little sister's suit. It really is quite revealing, you
know."

"Yeah," Darcy grinned.

Bucky glared at Darcy, then looked up forward at Brianna.

"I mean, she's little more than a child," Jordan said.

"She's two years younger than you, Jordan," Darcy said.

"A world of difference I assure you," Jordan sniffed.

"Well, there's nobody here to notice anything anyway," Bucky
said with a frown. 

Darcy didn't comment.

Jordan decided she had more interesting things to do than
cause trouble for the brat anyway. She pressed herself close to
Bucky and whispered in his ear. He grinned and turned to Darcy.

"Hey, Darce. Hold her steady for awhile. Me and Jordan are uh,
gonna get a snack."

"Happy eating," Darcy said deadpan.

Jordan gave him a vicious look and he grinned insolently.

They went below and into the main cabin. After a half hour of
heavy petting and groping her juices were flowing and her insides
were scalding, but she didn't want to lose her cherry here in a
bed, even if it was on a boat.

"Bu...bucky," she gasped, pushing his face away from her
exposed nipple.

"What?" he gulped.

"I...I want to do it up top."

"What?"

"I want to go up top and lay on the deck naked and have you
take me," she purred.

He swallowed rapidly.

"But...Brianna and Darcy..."

"Make them come below."

"I can't do that. How?"

"Darcy will do whatever you say. You're a leader. He's just a
follower. As for that little brat...find something for her to do
and make her do it!"

"Wait here," he gulped.

He ran upstairs and found Darcy away from the wheel. Well, the
wheel didn't have to be attended to as long as someone was making
sure they didn't run into another boat. He looked forward and found
Darcy kneeling next to Brianna, rubbing oil on her back. 

He frowned suspiciously, but at that moment his body
considered other things more important than being a protective
brother.

"Darcy!" 

He waved him over and then grabbed his collar.

"Look, Jordan wants you two off the deck for a little while."

"Fuck her," Darcy scowled.

"That's what I'm gonna do!"

"Oh," Darcy laughed.

"She wants to do it on deck out front."

"Can't I watch?"

"No. I want you to keep Brianna below too. Make sure she
doesn't come up top."

"Okay."

Darcy went below and Bucky went forward to Brianna. After a
brief argument she agreed, angrily, and with a bribe of letting her
use his CDs whenever she wanted, to go below and stay there for a
little while. She looked back at Jordan, who had just come up on
deck.

"Slut," she said under her breath. Then she moved to a little
trap door, opened it, and climbed down the steep little stairwell
to the main cabin below.

Bucky returned to the rear and wrapped his arms around Jordan,
his hands sliding down the rear of her bikini panties and groping
her soft, firm buttocks as their lips melded.

"Let's go up front and get naked," she purred, after a minute.

Then she halted. "Who's that?"

A boat was coming towards them. It was small and ugly and
making a lot of smoke. Bucky frowned, then got a pair of
binoculars.

"Looks like just one guy," he said. "I don't know him."

He put down the binoculars and Jordan grabbed them, staring at
the approaching boat. Her eyes widened as she saw the gorgeous man
behind the wheel. He was a tall, muscular, handsome latino with a
bare chest and tight little bikini briefs.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm going to start the engine again and turn away."

"Whyever for?" 

She wanted to meet his gorgeous hunk of manhood.

"Because it can be dangerous out here, Jordan. There are
pirates who go after boats like this, you know."

"Pirates!?" She laughed in amusement.

"Oh, Bucky, please," she chortled.

"I'm not kidding."

She brought the binoculars to her eyes again, shaking her head
in admiration. That guy was absolutely adorable. She'd much rather
fuck him than Bucky.

"Maybe he needs help," she said as the engine coughed to life.

"Maybe he doesn't."

"Oh don't be so frightened," she said. "After all, there's two
of you. Why be afraid of just one man?"

"He could have a gun," Bucky glared.

"Oh please," she said in contempt. "Don't be such a rabbit. He
probably just needs directions."

She reached to the key an turned it, and the engine went
silent.

"Jordan! Damnit!"

"I'm just being polite," she said.

"What's going on?"

Brianna appeared at the top of the stairs, with Darcy behind
her.

"Someone coming," Bucky said.

The other two moved to the side of the deck, while Jordan
snatched the key out of the ignition and put it down the front of
her bikini bottoms, grinning at Bucky.

"Give me the fucking key," he snapped.

"You can't talk to me like that!" she scowled in anger.

"Give me the key or I'll strip you!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

He grabbed her bottom and tore it off. She squealed in
embarrassment and ran below decks as the key tumbled into a corner.

Bucky scooped it up and stuck it in the ignition again,
turning the key. The engine hesitated, then burst into life. The
smaller boat was almost alongside by then, however. The man behind
the wheel smiled and waved.

"Hallo!" he called. "My compass ees broked. Do ju know weech
direction ees land?"

"That way," Brianna pointed.

"Turn off," Darcy said as the bow of the smaller boat
continued to aim right for their side. At the last minute the boat
turned, just as the sailboat started to pick up speed.

But two men sprang up from behind the man's seat and jumped
across. Brianna screamed as the men attacked Darcy and Bucky. The
small boat pulled directly alongside and the handsome man and two
others jumped aboard.

Brianna tried to run belowdecks where the spare radio was but
one of the men grabbed her by the hair and yanked her back. She
screamed. Then a fist caught her in the face and flung her
backwards against the rail. She slumped to the deck, dazed, while
the men finished dealing with Darcy and Bucky.

Both were beaten unconscious, then thrown overboard. The
sailboat picked up speed as the engine was throttled forward. The
men laughed and high-fived each other, then noticed the moaning
girl.

One of them went over and grabbed her by the hair, dragging
her to her feet. She screamed in pain, but they only laughed. The
man pinned her arms behind her back and pulled her head back as the
others grinned and snickered.

One of them reached for the top of the suit, pulling the
strips aside to bare her firm round young breasts. She sobbed in
terror, blood trickling from her lip as the men fought each other
to cop a feel of them.

Hands pinched, groped, squeezed and slapped at her rounded
orbs. Then the bottom of her suit was grabbed and the whole thing
was torn off her. The men fought like dogs over a bone, shoving at
each other as they flung the young teenager to the deck.

She screamed and a fist caught her on the side of the face,
stunning her again. One of the men ripped her legs apart and groped
at her soft pussy mound, then jerked his cock out and pressed it
against her opening.

She whimpered fearfully, then cried out in pain as he tore her
pussy lips apart and thrust into her with crude lust. She cried out
again, then again as he threw his hips downward and stabbed his
cock into her tight little slit.

The men laughed and joked in Spanish, which wasn't a language
she could understand. She didn't care what they said anyway. Her
mind was filled with pain, terror and humilation as a fat, hairy
man grunted above her and forced his hard cock meat deeper into her
pussy tunnel.

Her insides burned with agony as his cock twisted around in
her soft belly, churning up her guts. He laughed at her, drooling
on her face as he thrust into her again and again. Pain flared
inside the young woman as his cock drove back and forth in her
tender belly.

Then man lunged against her again and again, his thick prong
ripping through the tight meat of her insides and punching against
her cervix. The others knelt around her, giggling, watching, and
groping at her flesh as they waited their turn.



Jordan had quickly wrapped a towel around herself in the
cabin. She had gone back up the stairs to snarl angrily at Bucky,
but then she'd heard shouts and seen men jumping aboard the ship
and fighting with Darcy and Bucky.

She staggered back downstairs, filled with fear now and
looking for somewhere to hide. She ran into the smaller cabin,
thinking the men would surely search the main one for things to
steal. She hid under a bed as she listened to the sounds from
above.

She spoke Spanish, having found it an easy course to take in
high school, and deciding it would be handy to have in order to
make sure the servants did their jobs properly. Now she could
easily hear the words of the men who were only feet from the
stairwell.

She could also hear the cries of Brianna, and knew full well
what was happening. She was even more terrified, knowing that
surely the men would love to rape her even more.

"Fucking Yankee whore!" she heard.

"Filthy rich slut!"

"Now you see what you're worth, rich bitch!"

"You like a man's cock in you, American bitch?"

"Stinking rich American whores!"

She cringed under the bed, sure the men would find her. Then
she had a daring idea. She crept out and desperately searched
through the cabin for Brianna's clothes. She found a pair of dirty
oversized overalls. She stripped and pulled them on. They fit,
barely.

She mussed up her hair and then snuck into the main cabin and
used her cold cream to remove all her makeup and even nail polish,
doing it under the bed there.

Then she huddled there, listening to the obscene words of the
men above and the sobs of the little brunette. She couldn't help,
even in her fear, from taking a kind of nasty delight in Brianna's
plight. The little bitch was getting just what she deserved, Jordan
thought. She probably even liked it.

Then she heard the sound of feet coming down the stairs. It
moved around, then came into the cabin. She held her hand over her
lips to keep from screaming. Then suddenly there was a face looking
under the bed. She screamed into her hand, and he motioned her out.

It was the handsome man.

She came out from under the bed, trembling and shaking.

"Please, sir," she said in Spanish. "Please don't hurt me. I'm
just a poor servant girl."

"A servant, huh?" he sniffed.

"Yes, sir. I'm just a servant girl. I just make the food and
clean up, that's all," she whined.

Her mother was Italian so she had a kind of mediterranean look
to her. She hoped she could pass for a latino.

"Is that all you do for them?" he leered, pulling her head
back by the hair.

"Yes, sir! Please sir. I...I'm just a servant."

"So why should we let you live and tell everyone what we do
here?"

"I...I won't tell, sir! I swear! I hate them, sir! They...they
beat me! A...and they don't pay me what they say, and when I
complain they say they will send me back to Mexico!"

That, in fact, had been exactly what had happened to one of
the servants who had complained about not being paid. But Jordan
didn't intend to point that out.

"Filthy American pigs," he growled

"Yes! Yes! I hate them too!"

"Come with me then," he said, pulling her out of the room. He
still held her hair, but didn't force her head back. He transferred
his grip to her upper arm, leading her up the stairs to the deck.

Brianna was laying spreadeagled on the deck, a tall, thin man
pulling her hair as he crushed his lips against hers and thrust
into her. She was whimpering and moaning, but no longer resisting.

Jordan stared at her in fear, yet also felt a kind of cruel
satisfaction. If she wasn't terrified of the same thing happening
to her she would have actually enjoyed the spectacle.

The thin man got off and another man gripped her legs and
shoved them back against her slender young chest. Jordan could see
her exposed crotch, traces of blood around it. She wondered if the
whore had been a virgin.

"See what we do to the stinking American bitch?" the man
grinned.

"Yes! Yes! Good! I'm glad!" she gasped, trying to smile at
him.

"What is your name?" he demanded.

"I am Consualla," she said.

"My name is Jose. We will let you live since you are one of
us."

"Oh thank you!" she gasped.

"When we are done with this whore, though, we will kill her.
What do you think of that?"

"I don't care!" she said. "I don't care what you do to her!
She is...she is a little slut bitch anyway!"

Jose smiled and turned her to watch as the man atop Brianna
pounded his hips down against her upturned buttocks. Her knees were
grinding into her chest as the man let all his weight come down
behind his cock. He was skewering the gasping, moaning girl as his
hips crushed her buttocks.

He fucked for long minutes, then moved aside. Another man
moved into position. He rolled her onto her belly, then gripped her
hair and put an arm under her waist, jerking her up onto her hands
and knees.

Brianna sobbed in pain as her head was pulled back, only to
receive several hard slaps on the head. The man thrust into her
cruelly, and soon she was shaking and jerking violently under the
hard impact of his pounding hips.

Her breasts were wobbling back and forth below her, when the
men around her weren't groping or slapping or pinching them. A man
sat down on the bench and bent far forward, griping her hair, then
dragging her towards him.

The other man followed, resuming his hard fucking as the man
on the bench pulled the teenager's lips down against his hard
erection. She moaned and tried to turn her head away but he reached
under and crushed her soft    breast in his hand until she
screamed.

"You suck, whore! Suck my cock, yankee slut!"

He pulled her hair hard and shoved his cock into her mouth
when she screamed, then fucked hard and fast as the other man
pounded his meat into her back crack.

"We will let you go when we get ashore, "Jose assured Jordan.

"Oh thank you sir," she whined.

She watched in horrified fascination
as the men pulled the girl's slim wrists up behind her back, then
bound them tightly together with coarse rope. Then the man in front
of her pulled her head back hard by the hair, leaned forward, and
thrust his cock into her throat.

Jordan could actually see Brianna's slim throat bulge out as
the man's cock entered it and slid down. It silenced the girl's
whining and moaning, for which Jordan was thankful. The man pushed
his cock right down her throat until her face was crushed up
against his groin.

She was writhing and thrashing, but the men laughed and held
her easily, the man behind her still rutting like a maddened dog,
pounding his thick prick down her fuck crack like he hadn't had a
woman in years.

"I once worked in a rich man's house," Jose said to Jordan.
"He had a bitch daughter who made my life miserable. She treated
the servants like scum."

"This one is just like that," Jordan gulped. 

"We will make her sorry," Jose smiled grimly.

The man in front of her was fucking his cock in and out of
Brianna's small mouth. Her eyes were bulging and she was still
straining to escape, but as Jordan watched her flushed face turned
white and her eyes started to glaze.

But the man pulled his cock out then. It emerged, glistening
wet, and the girl coughed and gulped in air, gasping and moaning as
the man behind her continued to rut into her pussy hole. The men
laughed as the man sitting on the bench held her tightly by the
hair and rubbed his spit-wet cock all over her face.

Then he made her scream by pulling hard on her hair, and
forced his cock into her open mouth again. His cock plunged down
her throat and he began to fuck in and out.

It was an incredibly erotic sight to Jordan. She even found
herself getting a little hot at the sight. She was reasonably sure
she had now fooled this ignorant wetback, and that she would be
safe. All she had to do was continue to act like a stupid servant.

What was being done to Brianna was disgusting, yet she
couldn't take her eyes off it. It was like passing a gory wreck on
the highway. She was fascinated.

The man rutting into Brianna halted, his cock buried deep in
her young belly. He groaned and his eyes fluttered as he hugged her
to him. He ground his pelvis against her buttocks slowly, then
halted, and slowly eased back.

The man fucking her face pulled out too, just before she would
have passed out. He got up, dragging the girl over the side of the
bench and moving behind her. He spread her legs as she trembled and
coughed and moaned.

Then he positioned his soaking cock against the entrance to
her rectum. Jordan caught her breath in horror and a kind of sick
glee as she saw him press forward and saw his cock slowly forcing
the hole wider, then pushing inside.



Dark Dreamer - Pirates! (2) NC/rape/MMMMf/Ff/Pain/B&D


Brianna cried out in pain, then in horror, her upper body
wriggling as she sobbed in misery and tried to pull free. The men
laughed in delight.

"You're gonna get a good one now, bitch!"

"Gonna get reamed out, yankee whore!"

"Whatsammater, rich bitch? Ain't you never took one up the ass
before?"

"Look at the tight-assed bitch whine!"

"Rip her asshole open, Manuel!"

Manuel laughed and lunged forward repeatedly, soon burying his
thick meat in the shaking, sobbing teenager's rectum. He ground his
hips against her, then started fucking hard and fast, pounding his
cock up her ass while his buddies cheered.

Brianna was gripped by horror and shock, her heart pounding
and her head threatening to burst. She could not believe what was
being done to her and had no way of dealing with it. As she felt
the hard male organ thrusting into her guts with cruel force, and
the laughter and cruel voices of the men poured down upon her, she
could only cling to some fragment of sanity and pray it would soon
be over.

The man buried his prick inside the young girl and ground his
crotch against her. His hands slid under her and squeezed her
breasts harshly, digging his fingers into the soft meat. Then he
resumed his hard pumping, grunting with pleasure as her hot asshole
rasped against his sensitive glans.

He groaned as the pleasure grew greater, thrusting harder,
bouncing himself off her round rump as his cock boiled over and his
scum spewed down into her rectum. He cursed in glee as his juices
flowed, ramming himself into her with even more powerful strokes.

Then he sighed and eased up. He gave her ass a slap, made an
obscene remark, then pulled his softening prick out of her gaping
ass.

Another man moved in behind her, thrusting into her snatch,
fucking hard for a few minutes, then driving his hard cock up her
ass. He reamed it out until he came, then pulled away.

Every man had now had the miserable young girl twice, except
Jose. He moved in with a smug grin, reaching down and gripping the
girl's tangled brown hair to drag her up and back. She whimpered as
he turned her around on her knees and held her by the hair.

He pulled his cock out and slapped it against her face, then
pushed it into her mouth. She sucked dazedly as he ran his hands
through her hair.

"Maybe we not kill this one, heh," he said to the others. "I
sell her down south maybe."

He began stroking into her face, fucking his cock through her
soft lips with growing speed. Then he forced her head back and
jammed his cock right down her throat, laughing as she twisted and
wriggled like a fish on a hook. His cock slid down to the balls and
he began stroking.

"Dees ees all juo're good for, jankee whore," he sneered in
English. "Maybe I take you to Mehico and sell you to peemp, eh! He
put ju on floor and have lineup of men to come fuck ju! A hunred
men a day, mebbe two hunred an' steek deir cocks een ju, leetle
beetch!"

He pulled his cock free and she choked and coughed violently
as he slapped it against her face. He gave her barely enough time
to gulp in air before he stabbed his boner back down her throat.

Jordan stood off to the side, nervously flicking her glance at
the other men. They were eyeing her with less than friendly looks,
and she wondered if they were looking for more meat to play with.
Surely they'd gotten their rocks off enough on Brianna. she
thought.

Jose looked at the men around him then and shouted for one to
check the course and reset it, and for two more to go below and see
what kind of loot there might be. The fourth man went below to join
the others, afraid they would pocket the best stuff. The last man
did the same after hurriedly swinging the wheel around to the
south.

Jose pulled out and fisted his cock, pumping it rapidly as he
held the hapless teen by the hair. His juice spurted out, thick
stringy wads of white the coated her forehead, nose, cheeks and
lips. He laughed down at her, then rubbed his cockhead over her
skin, smearing his juices into her pores.

He let go of her and she swayed weakly, her eyes glazed, then
fell backwards, laying there moaning and staring at the sky. Jose
turned to Jordan with a nasty smile.

"Go ahead, Consuella," he said. "Take her."

"Wh...what?" Jordan gulped.

"We have taken our pleasure off her. Now you can do so."

"I...uh....I don't understand."

He frowned suspiciously.

"What do you mean you don't understand? Make her eat you!"

Jordan gasped in shock.

"No Mexican girl would ever turn down the chance to have her
rich bitch boss give her pleasure on her knees," he glared.

"But uh, I...I uh, don't want to do anything in front of
everyone."

"Do you want us to let you go?"

She nodded her head rapidly.

"We will, because you are one of us, and because you too will
do enough to put yourself in jail should the Americans catch you.
Now take that off and have this one pleasure you. Or you will wind
up as she."

Jordan looked at Brianna in distaste. The girl was a mess. Her
face bruised and bloodied, her body covered in sweat and sperm. She
almost said that the girl was too dirty, but then realized that she
was supposed to be a latin, and she didn't think Latin's ever cared
about dirt.

They were all animals, after all.

She had experimented in lesbianism a few times when she had
gone to boarding school, and had liked it as a recreational
activity. Now she knew what she had to do if she was going to save
herself.

She slowly unzipped the coverall, praying that Jose, having
already raped Brianna's mouth, wouldn't want to touch her. She
blushed as he gazed on her nude body.

"No underwear?" he leered.

"I cannot afford any," she gulped.

She stepped out of the coverall, hoping to get things done
before the other men came back. She approached Brianna, hardening
her heart by telling herself the girl was just a big nothing
anyway, and remembering how snotty she'd been before.

She reached down and gripped Brianna's arm, pulling on it. The
girl hardly noticed her, and Jordan was not strong enough to pull
her up. Jose was looking on impatiently, and, as she started to get
desperate, she transferred her grip to her hair and yanked on it.

Brianna sobbed anew, gasping and moaning as she forced herself
to her knees. Brianna started to feel the heat between her legs
again, more from Jose watching than because of Brianna. 

She wondered if she might arrange to fuck him alone in the
cabin. He was incredibly sexy, after all. She wouldn't mind some
hot sex with him.

She pulled Brianna's face into her gash, worried now about the
girl talking. If she started calling her name, started asking her
why she was doing this, Jose would catch on. He spoke English,
after all.

"Suck me, bitch," she said in Spanish.

She ground her crotch into Brianna's face, and felt a tingling
burst of heat in her heart. She had always loved to be in charge,
and never before had she been in charge in quite so masterful a
way.

She rubbed Brianna's pretty face into her crotch, spreading
her legs as Brianna moaned and mumbled. Jordan felt her heart
quicken. What was the girl trying to say? If she said anything it
could mean the end for Jordan.

"Suck me, whore," she hissed in English. "Lick my pussy, you
fucking rich bitch!"

She forced the girl's face up into her crack and rubbed
herself against it. Brianna had never done anything with women,
however, and didn't know what to do. She was bewildered by Brianna
doing this, acting like this, and could not understand what she
wanted.

"Suck me! Lick my cunt! Lick my cunt, you whore!" 

Brianna cried out as her hair was pulled repeatedly. Jordan
kept demanding she lick her, so she did, pushing her tongue out and
sliding it along her slit.

"Sit down," Jose said. "I will give her more enthusiasm."

Jordan backed up, pulling Brianna with her, then sat on the
edge of the bench and slumped down, spreading her legs wide as she
held the girl's face against her. Her nipples were rock hard now
and she wanted to force the girl to pleasure her, wanted to hurt
her.

When Jose removed his belt and doubled it up in his fist,
Jordan almost came. She stared at it, then down at the girl
kneeling helplessly in front of her. Brianna was licking awkwardly
at her slit as Jordan tightened her grip on her hair.

Jose brought the belt slashing down across her ass, and
Brianna screamed into her gash. Brianna mashed her face down at the
same time, muffling much of the scream in her pussy.

"Suck me, yankee whore," she gasped, her insides starting to
steam with heat.

Again the belt lashed down across Brianna's soft white ass,
then again and again.

"Lick her, you bitch!" Jose shouted.

Tears poured down Brianna's anguished face as she licked
desperately at Jordan's pussy. Jordan moaned and reached down with
her fingers, spreading her pussy lips open as the girl pushed her
tongue inside.

"Yeees! Oh yesss! Lick me! Lick meeee!" she moaned.

Her knees bounced in mid-air as she humped up into Brianna's
face. Her insides were starting to boil over, and she stared past
Brianna at Jose, who was standing behind her watching in
satisfaction.

"Again," she gasped. "Beat her! Whip her ass!"

Jose grinned and swung the belt down hard, cracking it across
Brianna's buttocks. Brianna screamed and sobbed into Jordan's pussy
as the belt descended again and again on her aching, burning ass.
Then Jordan came, arching her back and flinging her legs around
Brianna's head, jerking her in against her crotch as her cunt blew
like an overheated furnace.

She humped wildly as Jose beat his belt down and the fire
roared in her skull. Her insides twisted and roiled as her sexual
juices boiled over. She felt wicked and wanton and wild, and basked
in the feeling of power she held over Brianna.

The come slowed and she moaned and relaxed her death-hold on
the girl's hair. She released her legs, and Jose halted his cruel
beating. Jordan saw that two of the men had come up the stairs and
were watching with interest. She closed her legs in embarrassment,
then grabbed her coverall and jumped into it.

Brianna was sobbing miserably as she zipped it up to the top
and glared at the men.

"You...you...you fuc...fucking biiitch," she sobbed.
Jordan stared at her in fear.

"You ca..."

She lashed out in desperation, her foot slamming up into the
girl's belly as she bent over. Brianna gasped in pain, the air
knocked out of her. She was thrown back, and landed on her back on
the deck, legs splayed, gasping and choking.

"This trash has not yet learned her place," Jose said.

He leaned over her with the belt, then fed the end of the belt
through the buckle and closed the loop, slipping it over the
trembling girl's neck and tightening it. He lifted his arm and the
loop tightened still further.

Brianna choked and gasped, rising on her shaky legs as Jose
pulled upward on the belt. He lifted higher still, and Brianna's
face began to turn red as the loop tightened around her throat.

He lifted his arm, higher, and Brianna rose to her toes. Then
he used both hands, lifting the struggling teen right off her feet.
Brianna hung there by the neck, twitching and jerking, her feet
kicking as her face turned dark red and her eyes began to glaze
over.

She went still, losing consciousness. Jose dropped her to the
deck and loosened the loop, then bent and gave her mouth to mouth
resuscitation. In seconds she was breathing again. He stood up with
a smile.

"No point in wasting good flesh," he she said. "And someone
will pay good money for an American whore in Mexico."

Jordan had felt shocked at the sight of Brianna being hung,
but now she felt a twinge of disappointment. She would have been
safe if the girl had died. Now there was still a chance she would
start talking and reveal who Jordan was.

The men left her on the deck. Most went below deck to play
cards. Jordan also was forced down below to make some dinner. She
did it as quickly as she could, terrified that Brianna would wake
up while she was gone and tell Jose about her.

The food wasn't very good, for despite a few home economics
classes she'd been forced to take in boarding school, Jordan had
virtually no experience at cooking, nor much interest. Fortunately,
the men didn't have much of a discriminating taste.

They grabassed her while she worked, but she managed to push
them off.

"Go and fuck the Yankee whore up above if you're horny," she
said often.

A few did just that, returning within minutes, zipping up
their pants.

As soon as she could she hurried up above. Brianna was laying
on her back on the bench, more for the comfort of the men than
hers. Her legs were spread, and she looked up without apparently
seeing anything.

Jose was at the wheel. He swept her against him and kissed
her, and she returned it willingly.

"We'll get good money for this boat...and the whore," he said.
"Maybe you can come to Juarez with me and we'll have a little fun."

"Sure," she said. 

A couple of the men staggered up the stairs. They'd been
consuming a lot of the liquor on board, and were ready for some
more fun. They went straight for Brianna and dragged her off the
bench, laughing and joking.

Brianna moaned in misery, her eyes lighting on Jordan and
catching the nasty little smile on her face.

"Wh...wh...Why don't you take her?" she sobbed. "Take her!
Fuck her! My brother was..."

Jordan's fist struck her face with real anger behind it. The
little bitch was going to ruin everything! What was the matter with
her?! So what if they wanted to fuck her! She'd already been fucked
twenty or thirty times! The filthy whore!

The blow rocked her head back, and she would certainly have
fallen if the men hadn't been holding her up. Her head shook weakly
and she moaned. 

Jordan held her aching fist, gasping in pain.

"There is a much better way to teach a whore manners," Jose
said, pulling his heavy belt from its loops again. 

He motioned to the men and they dragged the girl back to the
bench, then lifted her legs and spread them wide, wide apart. One
pulled her hair, forcing her head back over the top of the bench
and arching her back.

Jose handed the belt to Jordan, who took it with surprise.

"Show her some manners," he grinned.

Jordan looked at the girl. She couldn't even see her face
because her head was bent back so far. But her crotch was so...open
and vulnerable, and her body strained.

She felt the same odd hunger she had when Brianna had been
eating her out and Jose had whipped her ass. She stared at the
girl's vagina, the lips swollen with abuse, and felt a dark,
desperate heat inside her own belly.

She stepped forward, almost trembling with lust, and swung the
belt down directly against her crotch.

Brianna screamed and thrashed madly as a blast of agony ripped
into her groin.

Jordan felt a blast of heat, but it wasn't pain, it was pure,
white hot pleasure.

She slashed the belt down again, and again, and again,
whipping the thrashing, howling girl's cunt as the men held her
tightly. The other men came up from below and watched, their cocks
bulging as Jordan whipped the sobbing, screaming girl's pussy
mound.

She shifted her aim upwards after a few dozen blows, squeezing
her thighs together now because of the intensity of the heat
boiling over inside her. She cracked the belt across her straining
belly, then across her right breast.

Brianna screamed her voice raw as the belt cut across her
breasts again and again. Finally, Jose grabbed her wrist.

"We don't want to ruin the merchandise," he said.

"Take her below."

The men pulled the sobbing, shaking girl off the bench and
dragged her below, already arguing over who would fuck her first.

Jose grabbed Jordan and pulled her against him. She threw her
arms around him, mashing her lips down as his hands squeezed her
ass. He unzipped her coverall and squeezed her breasts as her hands
went for his pants.

Jordan pulled him back onto the bench, spreading her legs wide
and gripping his cock, guiding it into her virginal opening as her
insides boiled as though scalded.

"Fuck me!" she gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Oh God! OOoh!"

He thrust into her. She had no actual cherry, having torn it
free with a dildo long ago, so there was no pain as his cock thrust
deep into her belly. 

Instead there was massive pleasure, and Jordan sobbed from the
intensity of it as she exploded into a powerful orgasm.

Jose humped into her, his cock pounding down her hole as she
threw her long legs around him and convulsed with sexual abandon.

Belowdeck the battered teen lay across a narrow table, her
head and shoulders falling over one edge, her legs spread wide. One
man was fucking into her pussy while another held her head down and
fucked her throat.

She could hear the sounds of grunting and hot, lewd sex coming
up the stairwell, and clung to Jose as another orgasm started to
swamp her mind and body.



She was one of the first to rise the next morning, gently
disentangling herself from Jose's arm and pulling on the coverall.
She went out into the main cabin, where a couple of the men were
sleeping drunkenly and went upstairs.

One of the men was awake. He grabbed at her ass and got a bit
before she slapped her hand away with a rude gesture. He snickered,
not terribly bothered anyway. 

She went past him and made her way down to the middle of the
sailboat. Brianna was there, against the main mast. Her arm had
been pulled up and back behind the mast, and bound tightly. Loops
of rope circled her head, right over her mouth, her throat and
belly, and snaked around each thigh, forcing them back hard. Her
ankles had also been pulled back and tied tightly.

She was firmly glued to the mast, unable to move anything
whatever. Her crotch was open and vulnerable, and Jordan felt a
small whiff of sexual excitement at the view. The girl was almost
delirious now from the pain and shock, and from lack of food or
water.

The front of her body was covered in angry red welts from the
beating Jordan had given her. Jordan traced her finger along one,
shivering a little.

She didn't give any sign of recognition as Jordan stopped in
front of her.

She looked her up and down, feeling guilt, a little bit of
regret, but also a kind of smug satisfaction.

"Well, dear," she smirked. "We see how blood does tell, don't
we. Some of us just always come out on top, and
others...well...Send me a postcard from whatever whore house you
get stuck in."

She went back to the cabin, passed the man there, then went
below and snuggled into Jose's arms. He woke and fucked her hard
and fast, then went out front. She lay on the beg, feeling
comfortable and relaxed, thinking of how long it would take for
them to get to shore so she could dump these people.

When she came out she saw Jose on the radio. He was talking
angrily. He ended the conversation and went upstairs.

"Make breakfast, bitch," one of the men said.

"Fuck you," she replied.

She did it, though, because she figured any Mexican whore
would have. Everyone knew these people were incredible chauvinists.

Afterwards she went up to. Jose had pulled Brianna off the
mast in case some other boat passed them. They brought her below
and dropped her on one of the beds. A few of the men fucked her,
then went back to playing cards.

A couple of hours later they pulled into a small fishing port.
It was an ugly little place as far as Jordan could tell. She
wrinkled her nose at the smell and shook her head in disgust at the
grotty looking people on the pathetic dock.

The place probably didn't even have a phone.

"Ju go ashore here," Jose said.

"Oh thank you, Jose," she smiled. "I promise not to tell
anyone."

"I'm sure you won't," he smiled.

He led her ashore, taking her arm, and they went to a ratty
looking, windowless building off to one side of the dock. Jose
knocked on the door and a very fat, greasy looking man answered. He
looked at Jose, then at Jordan.

"Si?"

"I got a girl I wanna sell."

Jordan thought at first he meant Brianna.

"Dis? Looks quality."

"She is. She's tight inside too."

Brianna stared at him in shock.

"What?" she demanded. "You're trying to sell me?!"

"Shut up, bitch."

"You can't sell me!"

He jerked her head back by the hair, then slammed his fist
into her belly. She folded and dropped to her knees, gasping and
choking.

"Stupid girl. Did you really think I didn't know you were an
American? Your Spanish is pathetic!"

"But..."

"I saw no reason to share you with those pigs. I like to have
some pussy to myself."

"My...my...my father is r... rich! He..."

"Your father is a fool! I sent my man to collect the ransom
and he was arrested. The other whore's father was more sensible. He
paid, and she will be going home."

"But...but...but you can't..."

"I don't intend to waste any more time on your father. And
this way at least I make a little profit."

He looked up at the fat man.

"Fifty fifty?"

"Sure," he said, scratching his balls.

Jose shoved her forward and she fell on her face at the fat
man's feet.

"I be back in a few months. Work the bitch hard. She's spoiled
and sneaky."

"I always work them hard," the man leered, his broken teeth
glinting.

The man reached down and grabbed Jordan with a beefy paw,
dragging her inside and slamming the heavy door closed. She
screamed, but nobody heard, and nobody would care anyway.

The man laughed as he tore her clothes off then threw her on
the floor and dropped atop her. Jordan was almost crushed under the
fat man as his cock thrust into her gut and started pounding. Her
head reeled in shock and she stared up at his leering face in
disbelief.

When he unlocked his door at noon she lay on a mattress in one
of the small rooms, naked, her wrists handcuffed behind her back
and a rope tying her throat to the bedpost.

A number of men rushed in, many asking about the new girl.

Soon the line formed in front of the door to the small room
while the sound of a creaking bed and a moaning, whimpering female
crept through the wood.

Jose was a man of his word. They took the sailboat out to sea,
sailed it south for a few days, then abandoned it and called the
coast guard. They found it within hours and retrieved Brianna's
semi-conscious body.

She was flown to California and spent a few days in hospital
recovering. There she was visited by Darcy and her brother Bucky,
both of whom had been brought back to consciousness by the cold
seawater, and had climbed into the boat the pirates had abandoned,
then made their way home.

The Mexican police searched for Jordan for some time before
giving up. Her father hired some people to take up the search, and
found her after only a few months. In their private report to her
father they estimated she had been raped and sodomized
approximately a hundred times a day during her four months of
captivity as a prostitute, or about twelve thousand times in all.

She had a whole bunch of sexual diseases, as well as lice, and
was pregnant. She wasn't able to talk. At first the doctors said it
was because her throat was severely bruised on the insides, from
multiple rapings. Later they said she was in shock.

She was catatonic for several months in the private hospital.
During that time several of the orderlies acquired a duplicate key
to her room and snuck in at odd hours to fuck or sodomize her.

When she came back to life one of them was fucking her hard
and fast, and her staring, blinking eyes so shocked and terrified
him that he not only lost his erection, but lost control of his
bladder as well, pissing inside her.

She recovered fully...eventually, but one thing that she never
regained was the arrogance and smug superiority she used to carry
around with her like a cloak.

That was just as well, because Brianna heard from the police,
who's estimate of her activities while she was in captivity were
the same as Jordan's father, and quickly spread the word that she'd
taken twelve thousand cocks from Mexican fishermen down her
asshole, snatch and throat.

Spreading the word was the least she could do, she said, sure
that everyone would be patient and sympathetic afterwards. She
smiled nastily when she said it, though.

end

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