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Her Captain looked at her as if she were a new prize. Tapping Her index finger on Her cheek as if She had something to say.
“Say…” She began, a grin slowly spreading on Her features as She playfully tilted Her head, “I never did reward you after your training from earlier…”
And before the sailor knew it, those lips she always dreamed of were on hers.
Her Captain was an amazing kisser– not like she could be anything but. Don felt dizzy, a hand gripping her chin to force her to stay in place. She kissed and kissed and kissed her over and over, no matter how dizzy she was. She squeezed her thighs together, gripping her Captain’s shoulder to steady herself.
Before she knew it, those perfect lips were gone, a string of salvia connecting the two. She tried to chase after them, but the hand on her throat kept her firmly in the chair.
“Y’know lass…” She mused, chuckling at Her deckhand’s squirming, “I didn’t call you here, so why did you come, hm?”
Don Quixote sighed, feeling a drop of drool leave her lips. “I…I couldn’t find my journal, in which I document your greatness. I almost killed another deckhand looking for it…”
Silence fell onto the room. Her Captain's face was unreadable now, gears turning in Her head. Was She displeased? Did She not appreciate acts of violence in Her name? How else could Don show her devotion, her submission to Her without? How could…
Her thoughts were cut short as She leaned in close, Her eyes glimmering in predatory excitement.
“That’s my good girl.”
Soon, those perfect lips were on hers again, swallowing the whine that slipped from her lips. She felt a hand keeping her head firmly in place as Her Captain took her breath away, another hand roaming just about her uniform, taking time to feel her entire body like a fresh diamond.
She felt used and vulnerable.
She loved it.
“Clothes off, lass.”
Her lips were gone, but her glee all but remained. She nodded, quick to unbutton her uniform and pants, all while Her Captain watched her do so, down to the smallest movement. She felt exposed, like an art sculpture at a museum being inspected, as those perfected hands on her body again, earning a sigh of contentment from her lips.
“You will listen to every command I give you without question, lass. Do I make myself clear?”
The sailor nodded, uttering out a small “Aye, captain…” Her head was dizzy, her body felt like it was on fire. The cold wind hit her body in waves, hitting her nipples so much they perked up. She took a deep breath, before finding fingers shoved into her mouth.
“Suck them.” Was all she heard, before gladly doing just that. Her tongue swirled around the digits in her mouth, squeezing her legs together in an obvious effort to give herself some sort of relief.
Her Captain noticed. Her eyes were as keen as they usually are. She let out a hearty laugh, quickly retracting Her hands from Her poor sailor's mouth, laughing even harder as Don whined at the loss.
“What, a little kissin’ got you worked up?”
Of course, She would know. Don couldn’t hide how affected she was, no matter how hard she denied it. She nodded, a cute whimper as she did.
“Never knew a deckhand on my crew is this touch deprived.” the captain idly commented, spreading Don’s legs open and rubbing slow, almost lazy circles on her cunt, “Pathetic, but I’ll allow it.”
She moaned, and drool dripped down her chin as Her Captain had fun with her. She squeezed her legs together, causing Her Captain to take Her perfect hands out her mouth and her other hand away from her cunt, grabbing Don’s face to force her to look Her Captain in the eyes.
“You move too much. Lift your arms.”
Don Quixote nodded, biting her lips but lifting her arms in the air. Her Captain chuckled, taking the belt strap off her uniform to tie it around the sailor’s wrist. Tight enough to where she couldn’t be freed and even tight enough to bruise her poor wrists.
“Better. Now make me proud and make some noise, lass.”
With that, She dipped her hand right back between the sailor’s legs, her lips on Don’s neck. Kissing her neck, biting hard just when her fingers dipped inside her, rough and ruthless. No matter how hard she tried, she clenched around Her Captain’s fingers, the only sound coming from her mouth were whines and whimpers for Her God.
She felt Her Captain bite into her neck, at that perfect spot to make her want to scream for the crew to hear. She felt Her breath on her neck, and in a calm tone asked her, “How’s my discipline feeling, hm? Are you as pathetic as ever? Are you close?”
Don Quixote nodded, an intoxicated grin on her face as she giggled between moans.
She heard Her laugh, before feeling Her breath in Her ear. “Then I think you should cum. Make sure to scream deckhand.”
With that, She sped up her movement, the wet sounds of her hands colliding with Don’s cunt were electrifying, hitting her sweet spot every single time.
Don's moans only got louder and louder with each thrust her cunt received and with every bite engraved in her skin as if she were nothing more than meat for a wolf.
She was so close, having praises sung in her ear continuously. Hearing her Captain praise her, commend her for taking Her fingers so well, hearing Her remarks, it was so much. “Captain, I’m so— fuck, ah…”
She heard Her chuckle, Her voice lowering until it was barely above a whisper:
“Then hurry up, your captain demands you to cum.”
Don threw her head back and screamed as a wave of pleasure crashed over her, her mind going blank as she arched her back into Her Captain’s fingers, the only thing keeping her upright was Her hand on the small of her back.
She was sure she was seeing stars; her vision blurring as she rode out the high of her orgasm, gasping for breath as her clit began to hurt from overstimulation. She felt those hands slowly pull out of her, her vision cleared as she saw Her take notice. She felt the belt disappear from her hands, finally forcing Don to let her hands down.
“Don’t think I’m done with you yet, lass.” Her Captain said, shoving a water bottle into her hands, “Drink up.”
Don Quixote nodded, watching her Captain stand and walk to one of the many cabinets she had in her room. She quickly unscrewed the water bottle’s cap and drank as much as she could, watching Her Captain attach some sort of harness to her waist.
Before she could wonder what it was, she felt a hand shove her flat on her back, yelling in surprise as those hands rolled her over and pulled her hips up, forcing her to squirm around so she wouldn’t be smothered by the mattress.
Don barely had enough time to breathe before she felt something slam into her, the sheer size spreading her needy cunt as she cried into the mattress.
It then began moving inside of her, slowly pulling out before Her Captain roughly slammed it back, filling her pussy up until it stung, forcing a moan out of her each time it did.
“Enjoying yourself?” She asked Don, chuckling as she babbled incoherently.
“Of course you are, I shouldn’t even be asking. I think I know the answer already.”
Don made a noise, a mix between a moan and a confused whimper. How did she–
Her thoughts were cut short as Her Captain bent over her body, Her breath tickling her ear. Nipping and dragging Her tongue over it to add another moan to the ones the strap forced out of the sailor. “Though I’ll admit,” She continued, moving down to Don’s neck, “I never expected you to be such a depraved little whore.”
She proceeded to punctuate the final word with a bite and a particularly deep thrust, causing Don to yelp from the combined pleasure. Her Captain holding her in place to stop her from grinding into the strap.
“This is what you wanted , right?” She asked, a touch of breathlessness in Her voice as she thrusted harder, Her fingers digging into Don’s hips hard enough to cause bruises, “For your Illustrious Captain to ruin you, for her to make you her personal little slut… Sounds familiar, doesn’t it? Got it from that journal of yours, after all.”
She nodded furiously, whining and moaning into the pillow that her face was buried in. Only to feel a sharp sting on her ass, the pleasure causing her vision to momentarily white out. Followed by another, and another, and another–
“Come on, now.” Her Captain chided from above her, the playful tone in Her voice nearly mocking as She spanked her ass, “Use your words.”
“Y-yes, Captain!” Don stammered out, drool pooling under her as she gasped from the pleasure, “Please use me, use me for wh-whatever you want!”
Her Captain laughed, dragging Don onto her strap to hit her on that sweet spot she knew she found. “There you go~ that wasn’t so hard, now was it, lass?”
Her Captain’s strap felt amazing, hitting every part of her in just the right ways, getting her more and more addicted to it in the short time it was in her, rocking her hips to Her Captain’s rhythm so the strap would hit her womb…
This was everything she fantasized about and more ; not even her wildest dreams came close to how euphoric this felt.
Her Captain cooed at the mess underneath Her, a hand letting go of her hips to roughly rub her clit.
Don’s eyes rolled back from the pleasure. She had just came, everything was so very sensitive; setting her body on fire with how painfully good it felt. The warmth in her cunt intensified as she was pushed to the edge once again by Her Captain, just as she always hoped she would be all those nights by herself.
She felt Her lips nip at her ear again, feeling Her free hand grasp at Don's throat to force her to lift her head up.
“Awww, you’re close again, lass?” She asked, Her voice sickly sweet as She buried the strap deep in her, practically shoving itself inside her womb and making her see stars. “Use your words now, I won’t be able to understand you otherwise.”
“Please , yes, I’m– I’m close– I’m so close–”
Her captain’s touch– her cock, it was all so addicting . She needed more of it, even if it hurt, even if it stung, it felt so good , she needed more. She wanted more .
“it’s in my womb you’re fucking my womb Captain please it feels so good please cum in me please please please—”
“Well come on then. Don’t keep your captain waiting, lass. Be a good discipline and cum.”
Then, the dam broke; she couldn’t hear herself scream, the senses gone buried under white-hot pleasure as her legs gave out, collapsing onto the bed as Her Captain let go of her hips.
The afterglow was intense, so much as she felt like she’d pass out. But soon she felt another bottle shoved in her hands, her Captain looking down on her.
She grinned. “As pretty as you look, My First Mate is coming around here. You better leave, lest you get yelled at, lass.”
Don nodded, slowly getting up and finding her clothes as Her Captain watched. She could barely hold herself up, having to sit down and put on her uniform several times. But she did with a smile, drool and tears dried on her face as she composed herself.
She stood up one final time, feeling the Captain watching her. She looked up to see Her smoking Her pipe, smirking all the while she muttered . “Your neck looks awful. I like it.”
The sailor giggled at the praise, before stumbling out the door.