Another thick leather belt was secured around her waist, securing her to the chair tightly. “What are you going to do?” She was afraid of the answer, the tight bondage sure to keep her from moving. Moving away from what? She didn’t have to wait long for an answer, the Captain opening a cupboard on the wall. Stefani was shocked by what she saw.
He enjoyed the look in her eyes when he opened the cupboard, his collection of whips hanging from hooks inside. “Yes, these are going to be used on your lovely body tonight. You will soon learn the difference between the different whips, from the harsh thrashing to the delicate, sharp bite, all used to induce a particular degree of pain, all used for different parts of your body. No part will be spared, the whips visiting the most intimate parts of your body to elicit the undeniable pain.”
“NOOO! Please don’t,” she cried out. “I’ll suck your cock!” She even used that word, anything to prevent the pain he intended to inflict on her body. She shut her knees, a sharp bite of a riding crop on her upper leg catching her attention.
“Keep them open,” he ordered her, another quick slap on her other leg enforcing her compliance. “No need to suck my cock tonight Princess. I want to be rock hard for your virgin pussy tomorrow. I want you to feel every inch of it inside that hot tight virgin hole. You’ll remember my cock for your whole life, girls always remember the first time, no matter how brutal.” He picked up a lambskin flogger to start on her titties. It had soft edges and wouldn’t have the bite of the more severe floggers. The tails were over sixteen inches long, forty of them in all, more then enough to cover her ample breasts. He picked up a four inch block of wood.
He pinned the block between her back and the chair, the four inch block of wood pushing her chest out. She looked down, her breasts thrust out obscenely as is she were offering them up to the whip. “Please no, don’t,” she begged, tears in her eyes as she stared at the flogger, not knowing how hard or soft it would be, just knowing that it was only the beginning, the cupboard filled with harsher whips.
“I like the way your titties are presented for me Princess. I’m going to enjoy punishing those beauties.” The Captain let the flogger fly through the air, the whoosh of the tails scaring Stefani, purposely leaving her on edge.
Her bound position was already painful with the straps digging into her flesh and the block of wood digging into her back. But she knew it would only get worse. She heard and felt the whoosh as the flogger passed through the air, Stefani holding her breath for the first strike. She couldn’t do anything but watch the Captain’s eyes, seeing his hand raise up and swing the flogger again, this time moving from the side, the flogger hitting her left breast with a thud. She gave out a tiny yelp, surprised that the pain wasn’t as bad as she expected. The flogger’s tails were soft lambskin. While there was an initial stinging, it went away rather quickly. Another swing, this time on her right breast, her breasts bouncing as the Captain put a little more power behind the blow, swinging upward, catching her breast from beneath, bouncing it up and down on her chest as the sting raced through her tender flesh. “EEEHH,” Stefani gritted her teeth at the unexpected pain this time. She looked down at her nipple. It was huge, over two inches long and was so hard that it almost hurt. Could she be getting excited by the whipping? Was her nipple hard in anticipation of feeling the sting of the flogger on the blood engorged tip? She looked at him, seeing that he noticed the same thing, a big grin on his face.
He enjoyed the way her titties danced for him. He slapped both of her titties, moving from one to the other without pause, watching as they both bounced up and down, the white skin already taking on a pink color. He purposely missed her nipples but aimed close, the tails bouncing over her dark areolas, making the nearby nipple hard. She only made tiny yelps of pain, suffering the flogging, her hands clenched tightly over her head.
After about twenty slaps with the lambskin flogger, it was time to move on to a harsher version. He pulled out his favorite, the horsehair flogger. Over a pound of horsehair. Looks were deceiving. It not only stung but struck with a thud. He dragged the horsehairs over her breasts, this time her nipples were not neglected.
God, the horsehair wasn’t as soft as it looked, especially when he dragged it over her neglected nipples, feeling as if a sharp knife touched them. If she could have, she would have pushed her breasts out farther, the tips so sensitive, wanting the touch of anything on them. The horsehair trailed over them, first the right one, Stefani watching as her nipple peeked out from under the horsehair, the tip so hard and long, the blood throbbing in the end, tender to the touch. Then the left one begged for the touch, the Captain smiling as he brushed it over and around the nipple, teasing it to erection. She thought it would burst, afraid of would when he would slap it with the horsehair flogger.
The Captain noticed a change in the Princess’ demeanor. It seemed that the orgasm induced by Gretchen had brought out a desire that was previously locked in her virgin body - the joys of a sexual awakening. He watched her clench her eyes tightly as he drew back the horsehair whip, letting it swing sideways, catching one of her breasts from the side, the multitude of hairs striking across her swollen nipple, drawing a gasp from her lips.
“AAAAGGGHH,” she cried out as her nipple bore the brunt of the flogger, the harsh slap of so many hairs dragging painfully over the tip. The pain shot down through her breast, sending a strange shiver through her spread legs that confused her. While it hurt, she also felt something different, difficult to explain even to herself. She had little time to contemplate these feelings as the flogger struck her other breast with a thud. The Captain delighted in sending the brunt of the hairs across her other swollen nipple, lashing out at the sensitive nerves on the tip as her hardened nipple begged for the attention. “GGGODDD have mercy on me,” Stefani cried out, her ass raising up from the chair as the pain shot through her body, straining to keep her legs bowed out for him. She struggled with the desire to close her legs, to squeeze her pussy tight, anything to quench the desires she felt down there. If only she could feel the touch of Gretchen on her body again, to make her cum again. What had the ruthless pirates done to her, making her desires so unquenchable?
The Captain crisscrossed her breasts with the horsehair flogger, delighting in the way her heaving breasts danced to the beat of the flogger, punctuated by screams of pain that made his cock jump in desire. The white flesh of her bosom turned a deeper pink, the horsehair drawing the blood to the surface. Her nipples seemed to grow larger and larger, the Captain making sure they received the maximum amount of stimulation each time the flogger crossed her chest. He looked between her legs, seeing her muscles taut as she forced herself to keep her legs bowed out for him, her pussy slick with her juices. She may cry out in pain, but her pussy juiced in pleasure. He stopped, her eyes pleading as he let his hand move to her silky thighs. She jumped as he touched her, startled back to reality.
She could only watch as his hand slid up her thigh, moving closer and closer to her pussy, her legs spread for his pleasure. He knew her secret, her pussy lips pulled back, her pink inner lips slick with her juices. It wasn’t any longer from Gretchen’s tongue, it was from the flogging of her breasts, unable to comprehend her own desires. His finger teased her labia, running up and down her puffy lips, pulling on her hairy bush, yanking an errant hair until it plucked out painfully.