The First Officer stared at her nipples, the clamps biting deep into the flesh, the tips almost bursting as the blood rushed to the end. If she thought the pain was bad now, wait until he took them off. It would be twice as bad. He pulled on the ends of the chain, pulling them over to the far side of the shelf until they were stretched taunt. As he tugged, a new scream tore from her mouth. “Yes, hurts doesn’t it. Maybe you would like to ask your Mistress to suck the Captain’s cock now?” He saw her shake her head, unable to speak, the pain overbearing. He yanked on the chains, her breasts pulling, her nipples stretching, the clamps biting harder into her flesh. “Now, would you like to ask her now?” Another yank, another scream, her nipples now drawn out two inches, elongated and pointed, the flesh tortured beneath the sharp clamps. He secured them to the other end of the shelf, her breasts now pinned down.
He picked up a shaving strap, the belt over three inches wide, used to sharpen a straight razor. He bent it in half, the hard leather firmly pushed out at least a foot. He saw her eyes watch his arm as he raised it up, momentarily pausing before shooting back down, the leather strap hitting her squarely on both tits, slapping the flesh into the unyielding wood, bruising her tender breast flesh. Her screams made his cock jump in excitement. Another strike to the same place was rewarded with another scream, this not as intense as the last. The next blow struck her crushed nipples, tiny drops of blood on the tips testament to the force of the blow, her scream almost continuous now. He strapped her breasts six times, three times her nipples receiving the brunt of the punishment. He stopped, Gretchen unable to scream any longer, her breathing ragged, her eyes glazed over in pain. “Are you ready to submit, Gretchen?”
Stefani couldn’t believe the cruelty of the First Officer. Surely the Captain would intervene and stop the torture of the poor girl. But the Captain’s fingers joined in the cruelty, pinching and pawing her breasts harder and harder with each blow, his cock throbbing and jerking as it rubbed against her in unison to the lash of the strap. Gretchen’s screams were deafening in the small room, her face masked with the pain as her body shook.
“NO MORE!” Gretchen cried out in pain. “Please M’Lady. Submit to the Captain. I can’t take it anymore. He is ruining me. My breasts are already beginning to turn black and blue Please!!”
“Stop. I will submit to your evil demands.” She didn’t know how she would take his filthy penis in her mouth and let him have his way with her. And she didn’t know how she would survive him filling her mouth with his filthy seed. But she couldn’t let Gretchen bear any more pain. They were too cruel. “Just stop with Gretchen.”
The Captain turned Stefani towards him, watching her naked breasts push up against his naked, hard cock. He pulled her closer until he snuggled his cock in the cleavage of her twin peaks, pressing them together, encasing them in her hot flesh. “That isn’t the deal M’Lady. The First Officer will stop when you complete your task. When you have sucked the seed from my loins. And it is her sex that will receive the lash next. Her spread legs will receive the lash on her slit and her asshole. It’ll make your sucking of my cock that much enjoyable, to hear her screams of pain. It will also make her much more docile for the First Officer when he sodomizes her.
The First Officer was already preparing Gretchen. She screamed when he released the clamps, thinking the pain would stop, but finding it much more intense when the blood rushed to the crushed tips. The nipples stood out hard, over two inches, the tips an angry red, splatters of blood on them. His mouth engulfed each nipple, licking the blood from the tips, feeling her squirm in pain as he sucked the sensitive and abused tips into his mouth. He made her scream when he bit each nipple in turn, grinding his crooked teeth on them. He pulled her off the pole that shoved her tits out, bending her until she was on her back, her bound hands underneath her. He tied her down on the bench, a leather strap around her stomach pinning her to the bench, her head tilted back, staring up at the ceiling. She felt hands on her ankles, thick, harsh rope tied around each ankle, pulled tight, too tight. She could only look up as the other ends of the ropes were strung over the beams in the cabin, each to the side. She saw the First Officer pull on the other end of the rope, and her leg rose up. He didn’t stop until her ass began to pull up from the bench, her leg almost touching the ceiling. He moved to the other, this time her legs spreading as the other was pulled to the side. She felt her pussy lips parting from the wide expanse, her crotch beginning to ache from the wide spread. She felt so spread, the air in the room blowing on her widely exposed sex, knowing how open she was, how vulnerable her sex would be to the lash.
“Not That!” She screamed out loudly when she saw the five- strand whip in his hand. Each leather strand, already thick and hard, was tipped with a large knot. It was intended to hit the largest amount of area with each stoke and the knots were built to tear into tender flesh. The calloused hands of the First Officer rubbed between her legs, past her knees to caress her tender inner thighs, stopping to clench onto her flesh tightly, compressing the silky flesh between his powerful hands until she cried out in pain.
“Yes, such a tender cunt,” he remarked when he drew a cry from her lips. He stood between her widely spaced legs, her ass drawn up into the air, her pussy and even the tiny anal ring pulled up and wide, exposed to his hands and fingers. She could only sob and squirm as his hands ran over her sex, casually pinching her labia with his fingers, enjoying the luxurious feel of her satiny red pussy hair, yanking out strands of hair to hear her yelp in pain.
Stefani felt her body being manipulated into position when the Captain grew tired of masturbating his cock between her breasts. It felt as if they were burning when he dripped drops of hot precum between them as he stroked his cock back and forth in mock masturbation. He gripped her head too tight, feeling as if he had her in a vise, pulling her face towards his throbbing cock. As she got closer she had no choice but to stare at it, the dark red helmet on it almost purple in lust, the massive head the size of a baby’s fist. The shaft was thick, lined with large veins running its length down to a heavy ball sack, covered with hair that hung below him like a sack of potatoes. His cock must be at least ten inches long and three inches thick, a weapon that Stefani could never have imagined. How would she take such a foul thing in her mouth? Already she could smell him; the male musky odor penetrating her nostrils. She gagged at the first whiff, sure that she would vomit when her mouth was breached by the foul member.
The Captain let her stop about two inches from his cock, feeling her hot breath make it jerk in anticipation of being encased in her hot, wet mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around his girth to provide the necessary friction to stroke his cock to a climax. His hands stroked her face almost lovingly. “I want you to stick your tongue out and lick the head of my cock. You’ll get the taste of my juices.”
The whistle of the whip breaking the air in the room was the only thing Stefani heard, followed by the shrill cry of pain that broke the silence in the room. Stefani looked to the side, seeing Gretchen’s body still jerking in pain, deep red marks on her inner thighs, her labia speckled with drops of blood. The First Officer was grinning in delight as he stood between Gretchen’s legs, the whip in his hand, enjoying torturing Gretchen.