Chapter Seven
I woke, screaming in joy, as the Captain mounted my unconscious body and without any preliminaries thrust the Tusk of Delight into the Depth of my shameless cunt.
There was a brief moment of dryness and a sudden stab of pain, but embarrassingly soon the petals of the open pink flower of my womanhood dripped with my eager lubrication. I gasped at the ferocity, the urgency, of her lovemaking. Her hands gripped my hips possessively as she lunged again and again between my hastily parted thighs. The sudden assault should have torn me asunder…yet it seemed somehow that my wanton flesh was ready for her, even in sleep. I knew it, wordlessly, deep within—and so did she.
Hands still bound helplessly behind my back, I writhed in the narrow bed, naked and sweaty and confused, while
