Guards on boat | Women's Prison 6 | bdsm stories

The commandant stepped inside the patio doors of the villa behind Pauline and immediately grabbed her roughly around the neck. In a mind-blurring whirl of confusion she was swung around and slammed face against the wall with his body pressing against her to pin her there.

“The time for payment has come,” he breathed excitedly close to her ear.

Pauline was shocked but excited, she had agreed to his price and to sleep with him, if this was the way he wanted it then fine.

His hands roamed her, one coming around to cup her breast and to squeeze through the clothing and the other caressing her buttocks beneath her short skirt. For a long time he fondled her before easing the pressure against her sufficiently to free his cock from his trousers and to pull her panties down to her knees.

Pauline was alive with pounding sexual thrill, it had be so long, so very long now since she had a man inside her, those wonderful feelings began pulsing in her once again and she welcomed his rough and crude assault on her.

She cried-out in protest and tried to struggle free but his arm came around her neck to pinion her. She began to scream but the other clamped over her mouth to silence her as his thick pulsing cock pushed up inside her anus.

He changed his hand positions, using one to press the side of her head hard against the cool wall, the other circling her waist to pull her slim body back hard onto him and then began thrusting into her.

She sobbed in humiliation and discomfort as his big cock violated her tiny private entrance, the dull burning inside her simply added to her agony. Hard and fast he rammed into her slowing later to pull his twitching cock from her tight little tunnel.

Pauline sighed heavily in relief as the cock withdrew and pushed up inside her wet pussy. Wet! She thought in surprise, the foul act had actually excited her and she hadn’t realised it. As he pumped furiously into her from behind, she felt a perverse pleasure at the way that he had abused her backside. Pauline relaxed to savour the feel of his stiff cock as it filled her pussy so delightfully.

Again he slowed and withdrew to move his cock up again to her anus and pushed in, no protest came from Pauline this time, her hips forced back to meet his as she took-up the pumping rhythm of his powerful hips.

No hold was required to steady her now, her hands raised to claw at the stucco wall, her mouth open and panting pressed against the cool plaster as she urged him on in silent pleading. His hand circled her to cup her mons, his thumb pressing and flicking her hard clitoris. It was too much for her; the pumping sensations built to a thunderous crescendo and tore through her like a tornado. Pauline screamed and shuddered as her orgasm ripped through her, she bucked and writhed as the wonderful sensations pulled at every nerve end in her slight body. The warm wash of his sperm being injected deep up inside her brought her orgasm to a warm and blissful conclusion.

Both her hands were tied tightly behind her; the elbows pulled in together behind her back agonisingly and secured also as Jenny was pushed naked out onto the little balcony at the far side of the governor’s quarters.

Two male guards, tall and powerful held her pressed against the balcony rail with her head pressed forward by one strong hand.

The small balcony over-looked the prison yard, a desolate and uninviting dusty square surrounded on all sides by small cell doors and several shadowy archways.

“Watch Jenny,” the governor’s voice intoned from behind her. “And see how the disobedient sluts serve their time here.”

She felt his cock press between her thighs and push up into her pussy, the two guards pressing her forward over the rail to present her more easily for the governor’s access.

In the compound below two guards appeared on the far side, a file of young women moved out from one of the archways silent and defeated. They were chained with their hands behind them, heavy collars linked one girl to the next as the shuffled out in file in the heavy ankle cuffs.

Lash after lash of the whips landed on the shuffling girls as the two guards savagely urged them forward.

In the centre of the compound they were halted, the senior guard looking up to the balcony for confirmation.

Inside Jenny’s pussy the governor’s cock pulsed and throbbed but he hadn’t moved, he remained still with his cock buried deep inside her warm cavern with his hips pressing against her buttocks.

Jenny watched enthralled as the leading girl in the chain was released and made to kneel, one guard holding each of her arms and pulling outward. Three more guards appeared, the ape-guard from the front gate leading and releasing his trousers.

He positioned himself behind her and rammed hard up into the girl and began pounding savagely into her slim body. The others looked on, mocking and cheering as he rode her from behind.

Jenny felt herself increasingly excited by the spectacle as each of the five guards took their turn in fucking the kneeling girl. Her pussy gripped in little involuntary spasms to grip around the governor’s cock buried deep inside her. The combination of the event before her and the feel of the thick cock inside her brought her close to her peak.

A loud cheering from below renewed her interest in the scene in the compound; a huge Alsation dog was being lead toward the kneeling girl. Jenny clamped her eyes shut and shuddered at the very thought. She hummed softly to herself to try to drown out the girl’s pitiful screams and then felt the governor’s seed spurt up inside her as he came to his orgasm.

It was at that very moment that she promised herself that whatever it took and whatever indignities she would have to suffer she would never allow herself to go to the guards.

The tiny little boat bobbed up and down over the waves as it chugged out of the bay and then turned toward the rear of the Island of Women. In the failing light of the evening Pauline could make-out the sinister looking outline of the prison itself as the little boat approached and the engine was cut.

About thirty-five the captain was Pauline thought although it was difficult to judge with is unshaven weathered face and grease stained clothes. He reeked of a mix of diesel oil and beer, his breath stank of stale tobacco and garlic but he had got her almost there and for that she was grateful. He turned to face her; a hideous grin on his face as his eyes searched the open neck of her blouse greedily.

He was against her in an instant, pulling her onto him and trying to kiss her on the lips, his hand fumbling crudely on her right breast.

Pauline fought with all her might against the powerful frame of the captain.

“You no pay - we no go,” he said standing back from her, aware that he wasn’t going to get anywhere by force.

She looked toward the island and then back at him, she swallowed and shuddered in disgust before nodding her agreement.

The beaming captain freed his cock from his trousers and indicated that she should kneel; his laughter could be heard across the bay as Pauline lowered herself to her knees before him.

The events in the compound still fresh in her mind, Jenny bent over and touched her forehead to her knees as she had been instructed. Naked and untied, she gripped the back of her knees tightly and steeled herself to take her punishment. The leash attached to her collar was passed between her legs and tension applied to keep her head down and touching her knees and then he struck.

The force of the blow was stunning; the heavy flat strap of leather slapped noisily across her buttocks and pouting labia as it protruded from between her legs.

Jenny clenched her teeth and gripped her knees as the pain surged through her. Again he struck, a blow equally cruel and uncaring. Twelve lashes in all she received before he stopped and Jenny was allowed to stand up. Her buttocks felt tight and warm from the thrashing, she straightened her body painfully.

She stood now before him naked except for the collar and long leash that he held on tightly to as he sat on the couch. Her head was bowed and eyes downcast as she was now required to do when before him, her hands were held behind her back as he insisted they should be.

“Am I to take it that you have lost some of your rebelliousness now?”

“Yes governor,” Jenny said meekly. There was no way she would give him the reason to send her to the guards. Her life up here in the relative safety of the governor’s charge was the better of the options here and Mandy had certainly been right about that.

“Only time will tell,” he said in an unconvinced tone. “But we will put it to the test very soon.”

In the cabin of the tiny boat Pauline wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, she shuddered involuntarily in disgust at having had to suck the captains’ cock, she was grateful for the fact that he hadn’t actually come.

Pushed forward now over the wheel housing with her skirt up around her waist and her knickers thrown casually aside she felt his cock nudge at the entrance to her pussy.

In and up the warm thick rod pushed, oblivious to her needs he was concerned only with his own and began a violent thrusting into her that slammed her slight body hard against the wheel-housing. Grunting and thrusting he gripped her soft hips to pull her hard back onto him.

Pauline accepted it; at times she felt that it even began to feel good. Had he been more pleasant and washed sometimes perhaps it could have been just that.

He jerked and came; muttering in his language as the last jerks of his hips against her soft buttocks emptied his thick seed deep up inside her.

He was singing, like a proud gondolier as he started the engine once more and steered the boat toward the small wooden jetty of the island. The dark wooden jetty came closer; Pauline went outside and positioned herself to make the transfer. Bobbing and bumping against the wooden planking as the waves lifted and lowered the small boat Pauline timed her leap and prayed. She landed, falling on to all fours on the thick wooden planks. She turned her head to see the face of the captain through the small circular window; his gaze straight up the back of her skirt as she knelt there - then the boat turned away.

Silent and slightly eerie was the impression that Pauline gained as she got to her feet and approached the tall gates. Her mind whirled with what she would actually say when she arrived there. Could she explain?

Would they understand? Pauline began to wish that she had after all contacted the consulate in Naples and not ventured out on her own.

The tall gates opened and a squat balding man walked out to meet her, two evil looking guards walked close to either shoulder and each of them grinning hideously.

“Miss Myers - Miss Pauline Myers,” the governor called to her smiling broadly. “Welcome to my humble establishment - as you are under arrest now you may as well come in!”

As the two guards advanced Pauline panicked, she broke and ran to the right of the prison. With heart pounding and fear tightening her stomach she pumped her thighs strongly to force her legs faster in her flight. She could hear them behind her, close and catching up. She stopped as she reached the sheer cliff-face and looked down into the crashing waves on the rocks below. Pauline turned hesitantly to see the two grinning guards strolling casually toward her. She began sobbing, her legs buckled and she fell to her knees with her hands covering her face defensively.

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