Finally Gordon seemed to tire of the game. Though he hadn’t yet climaxed, he reached down and hoisted Mara to her feet in a surprisingly strong grip. He dragged her to the bed and pushed her facedown onto the mattress. Her hands were numb in the too-tight rope, her arm muscles throbbing with fatigue from the forced position held too long.
To her great relief, Gordon began to pluck at the knots and unwind the rope from her wrists. She lay inert as the blood flowed back into her arms and hands. The cool sheets felt good against her cheek.
Gordon spoke from behind her. “You were a bad girl, resisting Blackbeard as you did. You will have to be punished. I should make you walk the plank, or at the very least give you to the swabbies, but since you’re just a frightened virgin, I’ll take pity. Twenty strokes should suffice to teach you a lesson. Get on your hands and knees, ass offered to the cane. Make sure you stay in position or we’ll have to start over.”
Biting back a sigh of exhaustion, her arms and hands tingling painfully to life, Mara did as he ordered, praying he knew what he was doing and wouldn’t cut the skin. She heard the whippy sound a fraction of a second before the cane flicked painfully across her ass. “Ow!” she cried. After a week of Alex’s intensive training, however, she managed to keep her position.
“One,” Gordon announced. The cane struck once more. “Two.” On and on it went until Mara’s ass and the back of her thighs were painted in fiery lines of stinging pain. Through it all she somehow managed to stay in position, her face buried against the sheets, her poor, stinging ass offered up for the sadist’s cane.
When he reached twenty, she sagged with relief, though she didn’t dare to move. The mattress heaved as the man settled on the bed beside her. He pulled her down to her side and spooned her body with his, his hands circling around her body to cup her breasts. His fully-erect cock pressed hard against her lower back.
“All is forgiven,” he crooned softly into her ear. “I’m impressed with how you took what was coming to you. Blackbeard will fuck you now, as a reward.” Mara tensed as Gordon shoved his cock between her ass cheeks. For a moment she was afraid he was going to use her ass. She stiffened with panic, certain she would never be able to take that monster dick in her tight passage. To her immense relief, he slid farther down until he found her pussy.
The bed was soft and comfortable, and he held her gently, moving slowly as he nudged against her entrance. After his earlier brutal treatment, she almost welcomed his tender touch.
She let her mind drift again, focusing once more on peaceful images of water and sky, willing her body to relax, to open and receive this man as if he were her lover. Once he was fully inside her, he began to move, his arms still around her. Though she took no pleasure from the man’s touch, at least he wasn’t hurting her, if she didn’t count the press and friction of his body against her welted ass and thighs.
Recalling Dawn’s “ecstasy training” Mara made simulated sounds of sexual pleasure, glad he couldn’t see her face. It wasn’t long before Gordon began to grunt as he heaved and jerked against her.
“Yeah, yeah, oh fuck, yeah!” the man cried, all trace of his faux British accent gone. He shuddered and then stilled, save for his labored breathing in her ear. His sweat slicked her back and stung the tender skin on her ass. She was longing to pull away from his embrace, but she forced herself to stay still. Finally he let her go and rolled onto his back.
“Come here, babe,” he said in a lazy, satisfied voice.
Mara shifted onto her back. Gordon reached for her and pulled her close, forcing her cheek to rest on his hairy chest as he brought his arm around her. They lay still for a while like that. I did it, Mara thought with some satisfaction. I made it through my first presentation.
The first of how many? How long would she be enslaved on this island, forced into sexual servitude, into a life of suffering, pain and terror? She’d gotten off easy with this man. There would be others who were worse, much worse. And what of Alex, Wallace, DJ and the doctor, all of whom had carte blanche to use, torture and rape her whenever they felt like it? How long before they tired of her—before she was used up, before she was sold?
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
Shit! Mara hadn’t realized she’d made a sound, but she must have done something to give herself away. Aware Alex might still be watching from the observation room, she said, a little louder than she might otherwise have, “Nothing, Blackbeard, sir. Everything is fine.”