Tok eased back and then thrust again. Her groan matched his.
“Mmm,” Wex said. “She’s hot and juicy after such a hard punishment? Feels like this little pussy was wasted on the shelf.”
She couldn’t understand her body’s response. They’d punished and shamed her in the worst way. How could she enjoy his firm grip on her hips and the deep thrusts inside her? Why did she struggle to get closer to him?
“Open that pretty mouth,” Rollow whispered, pressing his cock against her lips.
She opened and obediently sucked.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Get me ready to fuck that hot little pussy.”
She whimpered a moan. Then she felt her lower body lifted, and Tok banged deep inside her one last time, then spilled his seed in several firm thrusts.
He’d barely only pulled out when the next hard shaft slid into her waiting channel. She moaned as Wex set a steady rhythm.
“Mmm. Feels really good. Like that, sweet girl? Red ass up in the air? Pussy full of cock?”
Roll popped from her mouth, squeezing himself as he panted. “That’s enough of your velvet mouth. Don’t want to spill my seed down that pretty throat.”
Wex roared out his pleasure, squeezing her ass hard enough to bring tears to her eyes again.
As soon as Wex pulled out, Roll took his place. Everything had become sore and achy.
Fingers tickled her clit. The hunter’s hand again.
“Please,” she rasped.
“I know what you need,” Tok said, staring into her eyes while his fingers played her body like an instrument.
The relentless thrusts connected with the sensations in her clit and her ass. She wailed, her body hitting a peak she’d never known existed.
Roll groaned and pistoned his hips, spilling another river of seed into her. She didn’t care. She came all over Tok’s fingers.
* * *
“I’ve got it,” Wex said, unstrapping her wrists.
She nearly slid off the table and melted into a puddle on the floor, but he caught her and scooped her up, dropping her over his shoulder, so her arms and legs dangled on either side of his torso. He held her in place with a possessive hand on her wounded buttocks.
She felt the soreness in her shoulders from being stretched out against bound wrists. She felt the persistent inflammation in her ass and the warm seed trickling down her thighs. It was surreal. Only hours ago she’d been plotting to travel the universe until she could collect her sister and move to a secret secure location. Now her body was the property of three virile pirates.
How would she be able to face Gissandre? She’d been thoroughly punished and used by a band of outlaws. And she’d enjoyed it. A fresh flush rose to her cheeks, and she stirred.
A strong hand squeezed her sore bottom. “Be still, handmaiden,” Wex commanded.
“Her body temperature’s falling. Take her to bed,” Roll said.
“Should I wash and lotion her first?”
“No, let her rest. I’ll take care of her in the morning.”
“So it’ll be,” Wex said, before striking out down the passageway.
When he lowered her into his bed, she could barely keep her eyes open.
