~Subject: Dark Dreamer - Pirates! (2) NC/rape/MMMMf/Ff/Pain/B&D
~From: an84561@anon.penet.fi (Dark Dreamer)
~Date: Mon, 11 Mar 1996 12:32:38 UTC
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories



Pirates2 - MMMMMf/Ff/rape/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.

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