The Island of Marquis Gallance

Chapter One-4

“But, Marquis—” goggled the Captain.

“Oh, my good Captain, will you not understand?” He shook his head pityingly. “Please. This is my cunt, nothing more, nothing less.” Their host grew more assertive, squeezing and fondling the girl’s high young breasts through the fine material of the beautiful dress. “These firm young t**s, for example,” he said. “Who could resist?”

As all eyes watched in amazement, the Marquis Gallance simply ripped the thin fabric asunder, baring fine young mammaries that bounced free before his guests’ wondering eyes. The girl’s breasts were small and round and white, beautifully upstanding and firm as they hung right in his face. Her pink-brown n*****s, it could not be helped to notice, were taut and crinkled, full with the excitement that the lustful Marquis’ grand catalog of remembered debaucheries had brought.

“You see?” nodded Gallance in triumph at the evidence of the girl’s ready arousal. “You see? Ah, what a slut have I! What joy!” He caught the erect nubbins in his fingers and commenced to plucking and twisting them mercilessly. The beautiful thing bit her lip prettily at his wild, possessive caresses but otherwise did not deign to react.

Eying the girl narrowly, the Marquis fingered those vulnerable n*****s with ever more ardor. He breathed heavily as he rolled and plucked and tweaked the sensitive flesh, trying to make her respond. He watched her nostrils flare, watched her dark eyes shine. Yet she would not utter a word, either of protest or of encouragement. It thrilled the Captain, secretly.

“It takes more than this to make one such as you cry out, eh, cunt?” asked Gallance in admiration. “You like to tease first, do you not? ‘Tis your secret game, no?”

The bare-breasted young thing batted her dense lashes in mocking innocence. “Oh,” she said slyly as Gallance played with her erect n*****s, “le Marquis must think this one is the most wicked slut ever…” Her soft, smiling voice filled the Captain’s head like some intoxicating liquor. It was syrupy and sweet, impossibly inflaming.

“Think!” cried Gallance, working her over happily. “Say know instead! Thou beautiful tease, thou w***e, thou slave! You are indeed a supple slut, an open-legged c**k-wringer, a dirty sperm-sponge—and you love it!”

“A good girl, Marquis,” said the girl slyly, “would not enjoy such treatment.”

“If a good girl does not, cunt,” insisted Gallance, “then we know that you do! Your greatest joy, thou wicked tease, is to be used—without scruple, without remorse. The ejaculate you have mercilessly coaxed from the purpled members of your purported ravishers would float these gentlemen’s lost ship.”

“Why, mon Marquis!” The girl smirked down at him almost challengingly. “So much c*m in this little girl’s furry pink p***y? Oh, no, sir—it is not possible.”

“I believe otherwise, slut,” maintained the man, fondling her ripe young breasts enthusiastically. “Think of how many dozens of dozens of c***s have emptied themselves into the ravenous depths of that hungry hole over the long years, again and again.”

“Well…” The girl thought about it unblushingly. “I have indeed been prostituted to more than I can easily recall. Surely I have lain naked and spread-legged and open beneath—” After a pause she shrugged and shook her head with a smile. “No, I cannot count.”

It was impossible, marveled the Captain—the wicked poise, the terrible indulgence. Yet possible it somehow was. His mind reeled at the wild, unutterable freedom such a girl would bring to a man. She would allow anything—anything!

“Uncountable—of course!” exclaimed Gallance. “And add in those who have rolled you face-down in the sweaty sheets so that they could mount that tight young rump of yours.”

“Ah,” she nodded slowly, “I did not take that population into the reckoning. Yet those round white cheeks indeed have fascinated many.” She shrugged faintly with her eyebrows. “Judging by the way a man begins to gasp and clutch my buttocks and hips, the way he soon drives himself balls-deep up into my ass again and again and again until almost immediately he has squirted off and filled me with every gout of his gluey gray sperm, I do believe that that entrance, sir, is tighter than even my supple pussy.”

“Oh, indeed,” acknowledged the Marquis graciously, fondling her bare little breasts all the while. “Even the most experienced cocksman must succumb after but a few delirious strokes.”

“Why, thank you, Marquis,” said the girl politely.

“And yet do not forget those whom you have gagged to the back of your whorish throat, thou rabid knob-gobbler,” he insisted, fingers deft upon her engorged n*****s.

“Oh, of course, sir,” she agreed. “I would not forget those. Why, that is one of my specialties. It is very pleasant to feel some anonymous man’s great member suddenly spurting in my mouth and absolutely filling it with c*m, and to know that I have brought it to that point. And yet,” she asked teasingly, “what about the red c***s that have merely burst upon my face, monsieur? Those who, unable to wait their turn for my mouth, have at last simply squirted upon my pretty lips, sir, and then dripped in stringy dollops onto my young breasts?”

What a sly, knowing tease she was, realized the Captain again, entranced. Even now, when it might have been assumed that in her servitude she was merely some faceless cipher to be used and discarded without a thought, still she charmed them, she lured them, she snared them with the set of her sly red lips and her faintly mocking gaze. Yes, she had done all of the wild, dirty things that her master had commanded, but it was all at her indulgent sufferance as well. The slight flare of her nostrils, the excited gleam that lurked in her half-lidded dark eyes—they told that even now the teasing young wench was nearly begging for another such fevered bout of s****l release. How the Captain’s heart went out to her!

“Ah!” exclaimed Gallance, giving the girl’s n*****s a particularly excited stretch. “You remember now, you beautiful slut. Yet neither forget the fortunate c***s your eager little hands have jerked off.”

“Oui, mon Marquis,” agreed the girl, glancing down at the pink-brown treats with which her master toyed. “I will try to remember. I do always enjoy to serve like that—to feel the red flesh swelling in my hands, veins full and pounding. It is a pretty game to see how far I can make them squirt.” She shrugged helplessly. “Yet it is so many, many men to keep in mind…”

“Precisely!” agreed Gallance. “Surely,” he suggested, “that is enough c*m to float these gentlemen’s ship.”

“That is just possible, mon Marquis…” she said.

“And if we add in those loads which men themselves, untouched by your caresses, have m*********d onto you, into you, or because of you—”

“Enough to float a sixty-gun man-of-war, Marquis?” she wondered slyly. The Captain watched her self-possessed, impudent face in rapture.

“Ha!” laughed Gallance. He looked at the wide-eyed men around him. “Dear guests, do you see? Do you see what a cunt we have here? Ah, no c***s shall be left undrained tonight!”

“Le Marquis is too kind in his praise,” murmured the girl, her flush of arousal masquerading as a blush of modesty.

“Oh, thou tease!” shot back Gallance. “You shameless w***e! You wish to make us lust like animals, eh, cunt? You long to make a man rigid and helpless with desire, for then it’s that much better when we finally just rip your sticky hole open and hammer it full of c*m. It is best for you to get used again and again and again, no?” Vengefully he tore at those tender peaks of pink-brown flesh.

The girl’s lips pursed impudently. “Oh, oui, mon Marquis,” she replied with a syrupy sweetness. “You do know all of my naughty secrets.”

“Oh, thou superior little slut,” Gallance laughed, “if it’s a mindless ravishing that insatiable body desires, that is precisely what we shall grant it.”

“That is too kind, monsieur,” the girl murmured deferentially, her half-lidded eyes bright.

“Ha!” snorted Gallance to the Captain. “How she begs for the spunking!”

The poor Captain, open-mouthed, could make no reply. He longed to feel her, taste her, and smell her! His body craved the girl, and yet his confused mind would not let him move a muscle. He knew not what he should do.

“Still you disbelieve, good Captain?” wondered Gallance with a tolerant smile, seeing the man’s astonishment. “Perhaps this may convince.” He released those alluring n*****s for a moment and worked at his breeches. Then his manhood sprang suddenly out, shockingly naked. The thing rose from the tight dark curls of the man’s lower belly, towering straight up over balls obviously heavy with lust. The great blind pillar was full and demanding, darkened with blood. Its foreskin was stretched tight over a fat head, and as it twitched there to the beat of his heart, Gallance peeled back the sensitive membrane to reveal the swollen red flesh beneath. Already the overexcited tip glistened with a droplet of clear fluid that pulsed, overflowed, and ran, oozing, down into the sensitive wrinkles of the underside of the man’s foreskin.

The Captain felt a quick stab of envy. Oh, how he wished it were he with his wild erection pulsing straight up, he with his throbbing red member bared before her unblinking gaze! He looked quickly at the girl, but her reaction betrayed no surprise—let alone the shock or disgust one might have expected. She gazed down steadily at the protruding red thing, almost indulgently. Her beautiful lips pursed in a secret little smile.

“I do understand your uncertainty, dear Captain,” said Gallance gently. “This cunt is, after all, not the usual after-dinner dessert for you and your men, and perhaps it is only natural that at first it might seem an object of suspicion. If you wish your host to sample this morsel before you, to assure you of its wholesomeness, I will not be offended.”

Groaning, the Marquis reached back up and pulled at the peaks of the girl’s little breasts, hard, so that she gasped prettily and swiftly bent at the waist, her lovely white face suddenly in his lap. “That’s right, cunt,” agreed the Marquis with a superior little laugh, “submit, and enjoy! Gorge yourself on flesh and fluids!”

“Oui, mon Marquis,” the girl whispered gratefully. “I have been craving a thick mouthful of c**k for hours, sir—mm, a swollen purple head plumped up all fat just for me, the shaft so thick and hot and smooth, those heavy balls twitching around their roiling juices…” Obediently she clasped her hands behind her back and kissed the underside of the head of his organ, carefully licking off the thin drizzle of seminal fluid. With aplomb she wrapped her mouth around the purpled knob at the end of the man’s swollen c**k, gazing up worshipfully into his eyes for a moment. Then she placidly let her flushed lids slide closed, and with a contented little sigh she leaned down and sucked him slowly to the very back of her throat.

“Smooth as silk,” murmured Gallance, a trifle unsteadily, “but juicy as cunt.” His breathing wavered as the girl’s tongue began to flutter and swirl within her sticky mouth. “Her technique is…is indescribable.”

As the Captain and his officers and men looked on in amazement and in unwilling, wicked arousal, Gallance began to manipulate her movements with rough commands upon the pinched nubbins of her most sensitive of flesh. Up and down the Marquis jerked the unresisting girl, tugging her vulnerable n*****s down into his thighs one second, yanking them high the next. Her lips were wet and noisy, her cheeks concave and flushed as she accepted him again and again into the very depths of her mouth. She sucked at his intrusive red c**k with as natural and innocent a hunger as any newborn babe at the breast.

Yet though this swollen object, they all knew, was made to release a thick white fluid just as was any mother’s fat, spurting n****e, that product would be not smooth and sweet but instead clingy and sour. Despite what the man had said, it was difficult to imagine that such a beautiful young girl really would let that dirty thing explode in her sweet mouth. And yet still she nursed at the threatening red thing, heedless—licking, sucking, engulfing, smacking her lips. The uncertainty gave the scene a deliciously perverse atmosphere of suspense.

The Captain watched entranced, trying to imagine the sensations which the demanding Marquis received. How beautiful it all looked, and how good it must feel! Such a lovely young face, flushed, appreciative, adoring— And her mouth, soft and wet and slippery, surrounding one’s most sensitive places— Even the sound of it was enough to set one rigid, the liquid sliding of her pretty red lips, the shameless slurping, her fluttery little moans of enjoyment— Oh, the joy Gallance must be experiencing, the utter bliss!

And when the man was done, the poor Captain could not help but wonder again, when his reddened member could take no more of the sweet torture and his swollen balls veritably turned themselves inside-out in their delighted release, what would such a girl’s reaction be? What would be the look upon that pretty face when the first urgent spurt shot across that unsuspecting tongue? Would she flinch in disgust, held to her task only by the man’s relentless fingers tugging down upon the stretched flesh of her sensitive n*****s? Or, his mind ran on, could the Marquis’ apparent boasts really be truth? Would she really consent—?