The Angels and a Pirate

It was over a half hour before Brewster return to the cabin where Jill still remained kneeling with her hands and feet tied around the ship’s mast behind her.

“Where have you been, baby?  I’d hate to miss any of our time together,” she asked, trying to sound perky and seductive as she fished for information.  As much as his presence threatened her chastity, it was even more terrifying to let her imagination run wild with thoughts of what he was doing or preparing when he wasn’t with her.

Brewster shot her a quick glare, then ignored her as he activated a large, boxy television set.  Then he rotated a second set on another shelf to face her and also activated it.  He pulled cables through a hole in the bulkhead and attached them to the antenna leads of the two sets before turned the rotary dial to the appropriate channel.

“What are you doing?” Jill asked, but Brewster ignored her.  After a few moments, the snowy images on both screens settled into clear pictures.  One was Sabrina and the other was Kelly.  The shot revealed both women’s breasts, indicating that they were at least topless, and probably completely nude.  Between the way that their shoulders were pulled back, and the ball gags pulled between their teeth, it was also obvious that they were tied up.

“What you’re seeing is a live video feed.  This is actually happening in staterooms, just down the hall, right now,” Brewster circled around Jill as he watched her reaction.  “Your friends returned.  I assume they did that in order to ‘rescue’ you?”

“Please, they have nothing to do with this.  Let them go,” Jill pleaded.  On the screens, Kelly and Sabrina were looking around nervously.

“It’s too late for that.  We’re well out to sea and they have been caught trespassing on my vessel, my sovereign domain.”  Brewster grabbed the blonde’s head and forced her to face the monitors.  “But I will allow you a chance to save your friends…”

On her screen, Kelly suddenly jumped and her eyes grew wide. Her body shook and a muffled cry was heard before she caught herself.  Next Sabrina’s back arched, she let out a brief scream before clamping her eyes closed and biting down on the rubber ball in her mouth.

“One of your friends is experiencing a pleasurable vibrating stimulation, the other’s genitals are being tortured.  If you can guess which one is receiving the torture, I will stop it before she is permanently damage.  If you guess wrong, both of them will be tortured until they beg to be fed to the sharks.”

Jill looked back at the monitors.  Sabrina was twisting and thrashing, obviously fighting her bonds.  But her body’s sudden quivers made it clear that something was happening to her below the camera line.  Meanwhile, Kelly was looking around with obvious fear in her eyes.  Her body was twitching and it was obvious that she was fighting to suppress her reactions.  Knowing her friends, Jill realized that both women would assume that the large video cameras aimed at them were there to record their reactions for their capture’s amusement, so they would be doing their best to suppress their responses.  That was going to make Jill’s job much harder, but she had to come up with an answer quickly…

“Okay, I think it’s…” Jill started to answer, but Brewster cut her off.

“Oh no, it’s not that easy.  You’re not allowed to guess until after you’ve satisfied me.”  The kneeling Jill turned to see that Brewster had stepped up to her and pulled out his erect penis, which he brushed against her cheek.  It was long and quite thick with a large scrotum containing a pair of heavy testicles.

Without moving her head, she turned her eyes to look back at the video of her friends, both writhed and fought to suppress reactions to, what were obviously, strong stimulations.  If this wasn’t stopped soon, one of them would be permanently, horrifically disfigured.  Afraid to take her eyes off of the screens, she bit her lip for a moment to gather her courage.  Then she turned her head and reluctantly lifted her lips to kiss the small drop of lubrication that had begun to seep out of the head of the cock being presented to her.