Taming the Duchess de Montfort Ch. 03

Since boarding the vessel, the abuse that the Duchess du Maurier had suffered at the hands of these villains only seemed to heighten her sexual arousal. The men in charge of her recognized the signs; she was a natural sex slave, a woman who at her very core desired to be used roughly by men who cared nothing for her pleasure or her comfort. They had seen it before in women of status and rank, princesses who wanted to be treated like lusty wenches. These women had spent their pampered and protected lives surrounded by weak, timid men and they dreamt of forbidden liaisons with dashing and dangerous characters. Raised in devout and pious instruction, they yearned to be taken without their permission, to be forced to experience sexual pleasure free from the guilt that their consent would cause them.

Now Therese was wild with excitement. She had been subjected to unspeakable sexual torments; handled in the most intimate ways in front of the crew, beaten and humiliated. Her sensitive bottom had been whipped and probed, and was now filled with an obscene foreign object. The feeling of being opened and stretched was indecent and immoral, and breathtakingly erotic. Through all this she had been brought repeatedly to the height of arousal but denied release. She was desperate for a climax, and so close she was almost there.

Jack looked down at the lovely French aristocrat with his one good eye as she pulled his hard cock from her mouth and rubbed it all over her face, kissing the shaft, nipping at the foreskin with her lips. He watched the lust-crazed girl worship his cock, tendrils of her tousled auburn hair plastered to her face. She worked her tongue around the head, seeking more masculine juice by probing the little slit in the end with the tip of her tongue, delving under the collar of foreskin to seek out the manly fluid. Her efforts were nearly frantic, eager for him to come and flood her hungry mouth with thick musky sperm. He reached for the puffy pink tips of her large taut breasts and pinched them between his fingers, pulling and twisting the nipples and adding to her erotic torment. She moaned and writhed, rubbing her moist thighs together in an attempt to stimulate her pussy as she felt the pressure of the fat butt plug filling her hot bottom.

But she needed more than that to bring her over the edge, she needed someone to touch her pussy. She wanted them to fuck her, to shove a hard fat dick into her weeping empty pussy hole and fill her belly. Even to have him rub the head of his cock on her screaming clit would do it, that would be enough. Pulling the wet pole of cock meat from her lips she groaned,

“Please, monsieur, baisez-moi! Fuck me, put your cock inside me, I beg you!”

“By Morgan’s beard, Cap’n, she is sure a willing slut,” chuckled Smitty at her desperation. He gripped the base of the butt plug and twisted it around in her succulent bottom, making her whimper and suck harder on Jack’s drooling cockhead.

“Aye, it’s tempting to stick it to the wench, ain’t it Smitty? But we have to make her suffer until she’s mad with the need for cock, just like with the other girls.”

“No, no,” gasped Therese, “Please don’t do that. I want you to fuck me, I’m giving my permission!”

Both bandits laughed at the idea that her consent had any influence whatsoever on their actions.

“You can take me any way you wish, please. Fuck my pussy or my ass, anything you want, please!” she begged.

“Get my cock back in your mouth, slave, and do a good job sucking. Then we’ll see what you may have,” commanded Jack.

Without hesitation she plunged her mouth over his dick, slurping and moaning around the swollen rod of flesh in a desperate attempt to win his favor. She shoved her head down hard on the pole until it bumped the back of her throat, then she stuck her tongue forward and relaxed her throat muscles until the fat cockhead began to advance. She had swallowed pirate cock before, in Renoir’s dungeon, and she knew how much it pleased these men. As she took Jack’s hard-on down her gullet she heard the buccaneer groan at the sensation of her throat muscles working on his member.

“Well, will ya’ lookie there, Cap. The harlot swallows cock with the best of ‘em!”

“By god, man. She’s like to suck it off my body if I let her,” Jack moaned.

He twisted his fingers in her beautiful red hair and held her head steady as he started to fuck her throat. She had lost control of the situation, if she had had any at all, and was now a passive receptacle for his thrusts. He had done something similar to her on the island, but without using her throat. As before she found the helpless feeling of being used this way only added to her lust, but the fact that his hard cock was in her throat was even more depraved and thrilling. She cupped his balls with one hand and pinched and twisted her own swollen nipples with the other, eager for him to pour his seed into her mouth. She hoped he would pull out of her throat before he came, so that she could taste the hot juice coating her tongue.

Hutton moaned louder, nearing his climax, and he did indeed pull back from her throat as his cock started to jerk. The first spurt washed over her tongue and filled her throat, and she swallowed eagerly. The fat rod filled her mouth, and her stretched lips formed a tight seal around the shaft so that the hot come could not leak out. Again his fat cock jerked, and again she tried to swallow the pungent sperm, but it was filling her mouth faster than she could swallow. With no place else to go, his seed filled her throat and backed up into her nasal passages, running from both her nostrils. Not wanting to suffocate this valuable property, he pulled his cock from her lips as he continued shooting ropes of hot pirate jizz into her mouth and over her face. Streamers draped her noble features and streaked her perfect skin, gobs filling her mouth and drooling from her lips. She wrapped her sperm-soiled fingers around the shaft and pulled it to her mouth so that she could suck on the end as his climax ebbed. She nursed on the purple head, gulping at the weakened trickle that ran over her tongue and down her throat. Therese rubbed the prickhead around on her face, spreading the accumulated come and licking it off the end of his cock.

Turning onto her back she spread her long legs wide, showing her shaved and swollen pussy to the two men.

“Fuck me, please. Fuck me now,” she pleaded, looking at Smitty as he stood at the end of the table.

“Not yet, me beauty, not just yet,” Smitty said.

Therese looked confused, as if she could not understand why he would not fuck her. Jack pulled up his trousers and tied the sash while Smitty wiped her face with a rag. Then the two pirates pulled her off the table and over to another part of the room. On the floor was a curved leather object that looked somewhat like a saddle. In the center was a raised knob, about two inches in diameter and only about three inches high. They placed her on the saddle and lowered her down until the short, thick dildo was poised at the entrance to her inflamed pussy hole. The butt plug was still in her ass, and it pressed on her vaginal canal creating a tight fit for the saddle-dildo as they slowly lowered her down, impaling the poor girl’s gushing pussy on the thick prong. She was gasping as she felt her tight hole stretch to accommodate the intrusion, the objects that filled her holes pressing together through the thin wall of flesh that separated her vagina from her anal canal.

On the sides of the saddle were leather straps, which the men fastened around her thighs and drew tight, so that she was held fast and unable to squirm or fuck herself with the dildo. The fat prong stretched her hole enough to stimulate her aching pussy, but it was too short to provide the deep penetration she needed. Therese’s engorged clit protruded from the top of her sweet slit, her position on the saddle not allowing any contact for the twitching bundle of nerves. Her pussy and ass were filled full, but she was unable to achieve even a tiny bit of friction for any part of the swollen flesh between her legs.

Attached to the floor about three feet on either side of the kneeling beauty were short poles, each with an iron ring fastened to the top. The men pulled her arms out to the sides and secured the chains on her wrist cuffs to the rings. She was once again completely helpless; naked and held immobile, her holes violated in the most humiliating way. And she was still desperate for sexual release; aroused, whimpering, pussy cream running down her thighs and the sides of the leather saddle.

“Oh, God, please. What are you going to do to me now? Please have mercy, I can’t take this any more. Please release me. Let me come, I need to come so badly! I beg you in the name of the Blessed Virgin don’t torture me like this!” the suffering princess whimpered, hoping to arouse some pity in the heartless villains. But her pleas fell on deaf ears as the buccaneers left the room without responding.

Four: More Visitors

A few minutes later Smitty returned, accompanied by three fearsome characters. Only the day before Therese had considered Renoir and his associates to be the most terrifying scoundrels she could imagine, but the crew of the Fortune Hunter were so gnarled and frightening that Therese considered Renoir’s crew to be positively comforting by comparison. To a man, everyone on this ship was scarred, heavily tattooed and dressed in a motley assortment of dilapidated garments. Some of them looked as though they would kill a man as soon as look at him; a woman too, for that matter. These three were as bad as any she had seen, and she trembled with fear as they looked her over.

She knelt before them, severely restrained, with objects inserted into her pussy and ass. She knew she was completely helpless to prevent them from doing anything they wanted to her naked body, and she had never felt so vulnerable.

“Remember, mates,” Smitty advised them, “you can amuse yourselves as ye please, but Cap’n Jack don’t want the wench havin’ her pleasure just yet, as it were. So you’d best not touch the slut’s pussy at all. Better not fuck her back porthole either, since I’ll wager this wench can probably come from that, too,” he laughed contemptuously as he smacked Therese across the breasts. She flinched at the blow and gasped in surprise.

“Aye, that’s less than I would want if I had me way, Smitty. But the Cap’n’s always done right by us so far, so you got my word.”

“Yeah, me too, I guess,” grumbled another one, whose head was shaved bare.

“Sure, sure,” added the third.

“All right then, I’ll be back in half an hour. There’s plenty others waiting for a go at her. And don’t damage the goods, lads!” Smitty laughed as he left the alarmed French aristocrat alone with the rogues.

The three men walked around the kneeling, bound young Duchess as if deciding how best to make use of the time they had been given.

Terrified, Therese could barely find her voice as she pleaded, “Please, don’t hurt me.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, darlin’. We won’t do any permanent harm to ye,” said one of them, and the others laughed.

“At least we can use her mouth, that’s for sure, Bill,” the one with the shaved head said as her held her chin in his hand and looked down at her face. He wore no shirt, and was covered with tattoos, some of the inked designs extending even to his neck and face.

“Aye, Swede, and I’ll venture we can come up with some other fun while we’re at it. It was right friendly of ol’ Jack to give us first crack at ‘er, as it were,” and he chuckled at what he imagined was a clever pun.

“No less than we’ve got coming, for the way we got that fellow to tell us where they had the treasure hid on the island,” Swede replied.

“That was well done, boys. Once he got started we could barely shut him up, eh!”

“Indeed! Shame how the poor fellow was so badly hurt by the time he opened up. Coulda saved hisself a lot of suffering if he’d a talked sooner!” said Bill.

“Well, you are a good one with that blade, Bill,” said the third man.

“Well thank you, Michael, it is my specialty, as it were,” Bill said.

As they talked they removed their trousers. Therese was frightened by their talk of torture, but somewhat reassured by the promise they had made not to hurt her. As she stared at the three semi-erect cocks in front of her, the captive girl was suddenly aware again of the sex-ache between her legs. The two objects filling her holes were still causing an uncomfortable degree of stimulation, and if her hands had not been bound out to her sides she would probably have tried to touch her pussy to relieve the throbbing.

Bill stood in front of her, his cock beginning to swell as he pinched one of her nipples, pulling on the sensitive nub and stretching it out from her body. She gasped at the stimulation, already aroused enough so that it caused her added pleasure rather than pain. The vile pirate moved closer, holding his cock and pumping it to full hardness as she watched. Then he let go of the stiff rod and it bobbed in front of her face, a large drop of fluid beginning to collect on the tip. Therese looked at the cock only inches from her face, and unconsciously she let her tongue slip out to lick her lips. She looked up and was momentarily startled at the cruel face that looked back, but even that thrill caused her to feel a jolt in her over-stimulated pussy. Her lips were parted slightly, and she wanted to feel his hard cock in her mouth; to have the taste of this low, depraved beast on her tongue. Slowly she opened her mouth a bit wider, and looked up at him again.

“Go ahead, darling. Take the old fella in that sweet mouth, like I know ye wants to,” Bill said.

She whispered, barely audible, “I can’t, I just can’t. Don’t make me, please.”

But the men knew from what Smitty had told them, that she had been kept in a state of arousal for some time, and what she probably wanted was to be forced to take him in her mouth. He moved a few centimeters closer, but still not quite touching her full lips. He held that distance and waited, and time seemed to slow down as the buccaneers watched the French beauty struggle with her desires. Ever so slowly her head moved closer to the end of his cock, almost as if she could not stop herself. As the distance began to close, the devious outlaw moved imperceptibly back, causing her to move ahead even more, until she was noticeably straining her neck forward, her lips open and the pink tip of her tongue protruding. She began to whimper, pleading now for him to enter her mouth. A tiny trickle of saliva ran from the corner of her mouth, dripping over her smooth chin.

Finally, even her tormentor ran out of patience and could restrain himself no longer. He moved forward the necessary few inches and plunged his dripping erection into the young Duchess’s salivating mouth. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed through her half-closed lids, and she moaned deeply as hot pirate cock slid over her tongue and bumped the back of her throat. His penis was large, and her lips were stretched tight to accommodate its girth. Although her hands were bound she could move her head freely, and she bobbed back and forth as she hungrily sucked on the stranger’s fat cock. She became aware that the other two bandits were standing on either side of her, their erect pricks pointing at her head. Therese pulled her face off Bill’s hard-on, strings of saliva and cock juice connecting the pole to her lips, and turned to face Swede’s erect member. She opened her mouth and plunged it over the purple head, her lips pushing back his foreskin as she took him inside. The Duchess slurped and sucked, unable to use her hands but using her head to the full extent she could.

Therese turned to the other side, where Michael stood, but instead of taking his cock in her mouth she eagerly licked at it with her dripping tongue. She bathed the head, then licked along the shaft, back and forth, nibbling down the side and back to the top. She nipped at the flesh of his foreskin with her lips, then licked along the underside. She stretched her neck as she approached the root, and he moved closer to give her better access. Her frantic tongue found his scrotum, and she lapped at the wrinkled sac, sucking on his balls while moaning deeply. She was trying desperately to squirm on the saddle and relieve the maddening need in her pussy, but she could barely move her ass at all.

The Duchess let the pirate’s soaked ball sac pop from her mouth and gasped up at the men,

“Please, please fuck me. Just untie me and put your lovely big cock in my pussy. I need to be fucked so much, I beg you to help me!”

“It’s certainly tempting, you sweet thing,” said Bill. “I’d love to fill you with me tool, but you know the rules. We’d be shark bait if we disobeyed the Cap’n’s orders.”

“Just touch my pussy, just a little. Touch my clit, please. Or untie me and let me touch it, that’s all you need to do!” She was talking fast, babbling as she pleaded for relief from her suffering.

“She’s talking too much, boys. I’m going to stuff something in her mouth,” Swede laughed as he shoved his hard prick into the whimpering girl’s lips.

There was no hesitation on her part as she sucked hard, bobbing her head, hoping that they would help her if she pleased them. As she fucked Swede with her beautiful face, Michael reached down behind her and took hold of the base of the butt plug protruding from her stretched ass. He moved it around in a circle, stimulating her bottom and causing her to moan around the cock in her mouth. Cream was bubbling from her pussy around the dildo, soaking the saddle leather and her thighs. Saliva and Swede’s copious pre-cum ran from her lips and over her chin to drop onto her bouncing breasts.

While the two men played with her, Bill looked around for something to add to the fun and saw the short whip that Smitty had used on her before. Behind her back he gestured to Michael to back away, and as she sucked as hard as she could on Swede’s rampaging cock Bill brought the lash down on her straight back. She jumped and twitched, but did not stop sucking, and the men laughed to see that her need for cock was so desperate that even a whipping could not distract her.

“Hit her again, Bill,” urged Swede. “She sucks harder when you whip her.”

He did hit her again, leaving red stripes across her perfect, smooth skin, and she did indeed increase the fervor of her sucking. Tears ran down her cheeks, but whether from the force of her oral fucking or from the pain of the beating was unclear. After Therese had taken a half-dozen strokes Swede was close to coming, and when Bill heard his gasps he stopped the whipping. Swede grabbed her head in his hands and fucked her mouth faster, plunging to the back of her throat as the first spasm of his climax began. When the first spurt of his hot sperm hit her throat Therese gulped it down without hesitation, swallowing again and again as her mouth filled. As the hot seed coated her tongue and the scent filled her nostrils she almost came herself, even without any friction on her swollen pussy flesh. But it was not quite enough, she needed just that little bit of contact to reach the peak, and the tormented princess whimpered with frustration when she realized it was not going to happen.

Swede pulled from her lips still coming, and his sperm ran from her mouth and over her lower lip to drip from her chin. He let the last few spurts land on her swollen breasts, then wiped himself on her hair and stepped back. The beautiful French girl’s body was glistening with oil, sweat, and come as Bill stepped up and shoved his cock into her panting mouth. He didn’t take long to come, and when he did he pulled out and shot most of his load on her face and breasts. Michael was next, fucking her mouth hard and fast and adding his vile seed to the others.