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Interrogation of an Amazon
CHAPTER SEVEN
Journey
Glaina had been taken to the sailor’s recreation quarters, a long room that stretched the length of the ship. Soldiers and crewmen jostled for space on the crowded deck, the Amazon standing in the centre of the throng. bikini gallery The air was stale, rank with the stench of unwashed bodies. Hammocks strung from oak beams used every available inch of the ceiling. Both of the boat’s masts passed through the room acting as supports. Cannons ran along the walls, four each side, their barrels pointing outwards through open portholes. The floor was littered with pieces of rope, dirty clothing, shoes, and other personal possessions. Swords, bows, arrows, and knives were stored in an arsenal at the rear. Rats cowered in the corners.
Evening was drawing in and lanterns had been lit. The oil lamps hung from the rafters, their black smoke clogging the atmosphere.
“There’s something familiar about you,” said Trem, the ship’s bos’un. He moved closer to the Amazon. “Have we met before?’
The blindfolded woman looked in the direction of the voice. The lasso had been removed but her wrists and elbows remained brunette secretary tied.
“Hey,” said Trem, pulling at the warrior’s hair. “I’m talking to you”.
Glaina shook her head disgusted by his touch.
“If we had I’d have killed you,” she spat.
“Mmmm. Feisty!” said Trem, smiling. “Nice”.
The men looked on. None wished to interrupt the fearsome bos’un.
Trem cheerleader uniforms turned to face the audience.
“Who else thinks they’ve seen her before?” he asked, his arms spread wide, always the showman.
A voice from the back. “She resembles that woman in the square”.
Another from girls hot asses and thongs the left. “You mean the bitch who squealed when she was whipped?”
The voice from the back again. “Yes. Her hair’s different, but she’s got the same body”.
It pained Glaina to hear them talk. She knew they referred to her twin.
Trem looked back at the Amazon.
“Have you a sister my pretty friend?” he asked.
She looked away, but the bos’un had noticed the change in her mouth.
“That other bodyguard’s your sister isn’t she?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.
No reaction from Glaina.
He continued to taunt her.
“The one who was stripped and left to bake in the sun. She’s your sister!!”
He sensed a chink in her armour.
“I hear she stood up well thong bikini to being beaten”. He was on a roll. “She was silent during her whipping but shrieked like a stuck pig when that bastard poured vinegar into her wounds”.
The Amazon fought to brunette milf retain her self-control. This was harder to bear than any physical punishment.
Trem picked up a wooden club from the floor.
“Goodness knows what ordeals she’s been put through since she was snared,” he continued, poking her in the stomach with the club’s handle. “She’s the dungeon master’s favourite type. All breasts and muscle. Imagine, perhaps she’s writhing in agony as we stand here. Probably begging for mercy”.
He laughed. big ass jennifer lopez The others were silent.
“Going to rescue her are you?’
He pushed the woman against one of the masts. She stumbled on a piece of rope but managed to hold her footing.
“Next stop for your sister will be the soldiers’ harem. And when we get back I’m going to be first in line”.
Glaina lunged at the man, kicking out in his direction. He guessed she’d snap and was ready for her, sidestepping away from her foot.
“Untie me, coward,” she hissed. “Let me see you. Call yourself a man. Fight me one on one”.
“Later,” he said, smacking the club against her thigh more as a tease than in anger. “We have other entertainment first”.
Trem turned to Wex, his number two.
“Bring over one of the cannons”, he said. “Position it here”. He pointed to a spot in the middle shaved legs of the room. “Where everyone can see”.
* * manga girls *
The men were tired. They had carried Sempha for two days. Rufus noticed that the upper deck was empty. Only the lookout, positioned in the crows nest that topped the principle mast, saw the group arrive. Rufus waved to his colleague who reciprocated, the sailor too high up to get gilmore girls a good look at the bound woman. The sentry could see young female models that she was blonde, and clothed, but little else.
The group leader walked up the gangplank and down into the ship heading towards the Admiral’s cabin. He heard sounds of an excited crowd coming from the sailors’ quarters but was not distracted from his mission. Rufus rapped on the door.
“Enter”.
He walked over the threshold. Tevo and Costall turned around, anxiety on their faces, both men fat women preoccupied with how to break the news to Nemo of his son’s capture.
“Welcome back,” said Tevo. “Have you anything to report?”
“I have something for you”, said Rufus. “I think you should come and see”.
“What is it?” said Costall. “We’re very busy. Can it wait?”
Rufus pulled out the headband and threw it onto the table. It landed with a clunk. The puma’s sapphire eyes glistened in the lamplight.
The Captain reached for the jewelry.
“Where did you get this?” asked Tevo, sweat beading his upper lip.
“From our prisoner,” said Rufus, smiling.
“Let me see that,” said the Admiral. He studied the cat. “It has to be her”. Both the senior officers knew that bringing home the ultimate prize might appease the King so that he’d spare their lives.
“Is she russian girls here?” said Tevo not daring to believe that the Princess might have sweet pussy been taken.
“Like I said,” said Rufus, stretching out his moment of glory. “I have something for you”.
Costall and Tevo fell over each other in their rush for the door.
* * *
Trem watched while six men used all their strength to haul a gun carriage into the centre of the room, the oak wheels thundering. The whole deck shuddered, its planks protesting at the cannon’s weight. Glaina could only guess at what was happening. Her heart pounded at the thought of what these animals might have planned for her.
The six sailors stood up wiping their brows and stepped back to admire the beast. Its presence was awesome. The head of a Minotaur stared out from the black wrought-iron barrel, the raised design adorning the top of the gun midway redheads free gallery down its length. The barrel overhung the carriage by four feet and ran parallel to the deck. It took two men to lift the nine-inch diameter balls that the monster fired.
“Hold her,” said Trem. Hands grabbed her arms, the men enjoying her young flesh. Trem stepped forward brandishing a knife.
“Scum,” she snarled.
“Mind your tongue, bitch,” he barked.
Trem placed the knife in college girls her cleavage. The warrior felt the cold steel against her ample breasts and held her breath.
There was no sound from the crowd.
He pulled the blade towards him.
Snick.
The laces gave way, her jerkin falling forward.
The bos’un slipped the dagger into its sheath. He gripped the flaps of her jerkin and ripped open her hot cheerleaders in thongs garment. Her breasts spilled out. The men gaped.
“Remove it,” he ordered. Glaina fought as the sailors tugged at her jerkin. Within moments it lay in pieces around her feet.
She struggled against the ropes and the men holding her arms, her muscles straining, her stomach taut, her breasts swaying vigorously.
Trem wolf-whistled. The crew looked on in amazement. They had seen her sister paraded and whipped but most of them had witnessed the show from a distance, the redhead amateur crowd had been so large. Now they saw an Amazon close up. They marveled at her muscular torso, her flawless bronze skin, her shaved asians wide shoulders and tapered waist. Their eyes fixed on her remarkable breasts, her light brown nipples hard and prominent.
“Let’s play catch,” said Trem, his mouth an evil grin. “Release her”.
The men retreated and she stood alone, her muscled thighs working with the deck’s gentle movement. The rope around her wrists and elbows bit into her flesh. She clenched and unclenched her fists to keep the blood flowing.
A man shoved her from behind and she lurched towards Trem. He caught the Amazon, his hands gripping her powerful shoulders. They were the same height, their faces inches apart. He gnashed his teeth, pretending to bite her cheek. The men laughed. He spun the captive around and threw her back at the crew. She fell into the arms of Wex and Lipus, Trem’s cousin.
Wex held her while Lipus ran his tongue down her chest, licking the sweat from between her breasts. They swapped positions. Wex nibbled her ear.
“I’m going to have you,” he said under his breath, singsong in his voice.
Before she could react he’d smacked her thigh and handed her on.
For twenty minutes they pushed their helpless victim from man to man. They pawed at her body, held her, smelt her, and passed her on. They taunted her with jibes at Amphora, mauled her half-naked body, pulled her hair, slapped her quivering breasts, laughed when she stumbled young nude blindfolded against obstacles underfoot, and teased her about what was to follow. Tied and surrounded, she was powerless to stop the abuse. She finished up held by Lipus again.
“Enjoy that, bitch?” he asked, laughing and squeezing her nipples.
Trem stood in front of her. The Amazon was breathing heavily, her muscled torso wet with sweat.
“Let’s see those pretty eyes of yours,” said the bos’un and pulled off her blindfold. The warrior blinked and flung back her curly dark-orange hair.
“Green,” he smiled. “My favourite colour”.
He stood admiring her face, their eyes locked.
“Strip her,” he said calmly, retaining eye contact.
Instantly the sailors were all over her, ripping at her skirt and pulling off her boots. Moments later she stood naked but for the tease of her tiny white panties. The crew looked on, entranced by her muscular thighs. They looked forward to their promised reward.
“Prepare her,” hissed Trem.
* * *
Tevo ran down the gangplank towards the four men, the corpulent figure of the Admiral a pace behind. Even from this distance they could see that the woman tied to the pole was beyond merely another stunning Amazon specimen. She was beautiful in a way they had never seen before. Her thick blonde hair swung in the wind framing and reframing her face. That she wore a gag somehow body paint bikinis added to her appeal.
Rufus joined them.
Tevo and Costall inspected her briefly. The Captain wasted no time.
“Take her to the Admiral’s cabin”, he ordered, “and secure her”.
The soldiers turned and walked in the direction of the Lynx.
“One more thing,” said Tevo, his voice raised. The men stopped.
“You will all be rewarded handsomely. The work you have done here is of the highest order. I offer you my heartfelt congratulations”.
Smiles from the men.
“ I must ask of you a special favour”. naked brunette Tevo looked at each member of the group in turn. “I want her capture kept a secret. In fact I will double your reward if you keep this news between us. Everyone will know soon enough, but I need to extract maximum benefit from this remarkable development. Trust me please”.
“Yes sir,” they replied grinning, and walked on.
Tevo turned to the Admiral.
“Time to leave,” said the Captain. “Let’s get out of here before reinforcements arrive”.
Sempha struggled as they approached the boat. Her heart pounded. Her face reddened.
“Nnnnggghhhh”.
The truth had sunk in. Her worst nightmare had begun to unfold.
* * *
Glaina was pulled over to the gun carriage, two men on each tara reid bikini arm. Another stood ready with a knife and freed her wrists and elbows. They sensed she’d fight the moment she was free and prepared themselves. Their hunch was right. As soon as the ropes fell away she lurched forward, fists clenched. A man tackled her. He fell, his jaw broken. She grabbed Lipus and flung him to the deck, her hands clasped around his throat. He thrashed about in protest while she increased the pressure. His eyes widened, the veins in his neck protruding vividly.
“Get her off me,” he rasped.
Men piled on top of her. Their numbers were overwhelming and she was subdued.
The onlookers watched her muscles flex, the sinews stretching beneath her smooth skin They envied the men who fought her, her writhing teen girls that are hot giving the thugs fresh reason to paw her vulnerable body.
The gang threw her down against the cannon, her back against the gun, her head hanging upside-down off the end of the barrel. She was winded by the impact. Sailors tied her wrists under the barrel, her elbows too. Others drove hooks into the deck either side of the cannon’s base, the sound of their hammering a crescendo in the confined space.
More men grabbed the Amazon’s legs and forced them apart, one on each ankle, one on each calf. They wound rope around her ankles, trashy lingerie models tying the ends to the newly prepared hooks. Trem and his crew looked on, licking their lips in anticipation of her final reveal. The warrior fought her aggressors, her thighs rock hard as she struggled against her legs being spread.
“Wider,” said Trem, calmly. “Much wider”.
They circled her thighs with rope and pulled the ends to manacles located on each side of the deck. The sailors fed the cords through the metal hoops and tugged until her legs were spread cruelly wide. The helpless woman screamed, her flesh puckered where the hemp bit into her hamstrings. By the time they had finished their victim was tied fast to the cannon, an open invitation.
Trem walked up to the Amazon and took a moment to admire her irresistible body. With her head hanging off the end of the barrel her stomach became concave. She raised her head to confront him. Ridges of muscle punctuated the centre of her abdomen like a range of shallow hillocks.
“Are you so pathetic with women that you have to tie them up first?”
He smashed his fist into her unprotected belly. Glaina gasped, her head falling backwards.
“There’s more where that came from miss pretty,” he barked.
The bos’un walked around and stood between her legs. He reached down and ripped off her panties, the skimpy material offering no resistance.
He grinned.
“I’ve never had a redhead. I guess there’s a first time for everything”.
Laughter from the audience.
He pocketed her underwear; a souvenir.
The bos’un dropped his trousers, his belt buckle clattering against the floor. He stroked his rigid cock and pointed it at her crack.
“Time for an outing my trusted friend,” he said, a smirk on his lips.
“Come near me with that filthy thing and I’ll make sure you’ll never be able to use it again,” she yelled.
“We’ll see about that,” he smirked.
He stood poised, his legs spread wide, his member ready at her entrance.
With his hands grasping her breasts for support, in one gigantic thrust he penetrated the bound warrior. Brute strength forced him past her dryness.
“Ahhhh,” he grinned. “So tight”.
Trem pumped hard. Her breasts jiggled against his palms with each stroke. Within moments he was spent, a roar escaping from his throat - his face ecstatic. He withdrew.
Glaina lay sweating, her head girl teens posing in bras back, her long copper-coloured hair brushing against the deck.
“And asian babes now the other end,” he said. The bos’un walked around to her head, his semi-erect member dripping sticky white fluid.
He knelt down and grabbed her hair, forcing her head backwards. Her face was upside down, her complexion flushed. She closed her mouth.
“If your teeth so much as glance against me,” he hissed, “I’ll give you a beating the like of which you can’t imagine. Now open up”.
Glaina kept her lips sealed. Her chest rose and fell, her breathing deep, her breasts quivering provocatively. She struggled to get free but her efforts were futile. The ropes had cut into her wrists and elbows. Vicious sores had appeared around her ankles.
SLAP.
His open palm connected with her cheek, her head held in place with his other hand.
Her mouth stayed closed.
SLAP. SLAP. nude pictures SLAP.
Forehand, backhand, forehand.
Her face stung, his blows accurate and rough.
For Trem this had become a matter of women mud wrestling principle. She could not be seen to win in front of his crew.
“Wex”.
His number two picked up a club and stood between her legs. She blinked, her heart pounding.
“I said, OPEN”.
Nothing, her lips white.
Trem looked up.
SMACK.
Wex smashed the club onto her inner free redhead nudes thigh.
She winced. But her lips stayed firmly together.
The bos’un nodded.
SMACK.
Wex beat her again, the wood connecting with her other thigh.
“Don’t stop,” said Trem through gritted teeth.
With the eighth blow Glaina shrieked. Trem paris hilton nude was fully erect, the sight of her in nude girls pain exciting him. He seized the opportunity.
“AAArgghnnnngghh”. His monstrous penis throttled her scream.
He drove deep into her mouth and felt his end contacting the back of her throat. She wretched, his smell abhorrent, his phallus coarse against her tongue, his testicles bashing against her nose. The warrior closed her eyes and tried to divert her thoughts.
He thrust. He groaned. She waited.
He thrust harder. He groaned louder. She waited.
He thrust faster. He groaned longer. She waited.
Suddenly he stopped as if suspended, his expression frozen. This was her moment. She clamped her teeth onto his cock and bit hard.
Trem bellowed and fell backwards onto the deck. A mixture of semen and blood seeped through his fingers covering his wounded penis.
The audience was too shocked to react.
The bos’un lay writhing on the floor.
“Try that again and I’ll separate girls kissing girls you from that puny cock of yours, scum,” she snarled. She raised her head to address the throng. “And that goes for the rest of you vermin”.
* * *
“A Prince!” said Tolana, chief of the Amazon army, women kissing smiling for the first time in days.
“I know,” said Lema. “It’s incredible”.
“What else?” asked Tolana.
“I can tell you the Thoranians have no plans to invade Lumana,” said Lema. “You can stand down the army. The men with the Prince had come to find Sempha”.
“Thank goodness you thwarted them,” said Tolana. “Come inside and tell me everything you know”.
The two Amazons went into Tolana’s private tent where they could talk privately.
“Has Cercia left yet?” asked Lema.
“Yes”, replied Tolana. “She left with her group two days ago at sunset”.
“Do you think they’ll succeed with the rescue?” asked Lema.
Tolana looked away. “Twenty Amazons against the Thoranian masses? It will be hard. But Cercia’s the cleverest strategist I know. Anything could happen”.
“Can we do anything to help?” asked Lema.
“I would summon our army and follow,” said Tolana, juicy pussy “especially as it now appears the troops are not needed here. But the constitution states that only the Princess can command the army into battle on foreign soil. While there micro mini bikini is hope that Amphora is still alive, I will not risk drawing attention to Sempha’s hiding place by sending messengers to the Princess”.
“I understand,” latina ass said Lema.
Tolana thought for a moment.
“Maybe I could risk a visit to the Princess up at the Sycamore Caves,” she said. “Me alone - perhaps with one other for safety?”
“That is for you to decide,” said Lema. “Although the situation is unbearable for Amphora, at least women fucking big cocks Sempha and Glaina are safe”.
“Yes,” said Tolana. “I dare not imagine what they would do to Sempha were she to be captured”.
Both women shuddered.
* * *
Sempha was tied to a chair in the Admiral’s cabin. Guards had been posted outside the door. The Lynx was under full sail heading little girl vaginas back to Thorania.