Jacqueline nodded to Michel and Salvador. They moved in on Rob, seizing him before he realized that they meant to. When he uttered a loud protest, Michel smote him a hard blow in the belly, and Rob coughed out his breath. He raised his head, inhaling with a thin gasp, and Constance saw bewilderment and pain in his eyes.
She was as revitalized as if she'd been dipped in clear spring water, and with Rafe's help in untying her, got out from under William's unconscious body. Her dress fell back down over her, fine white like a cloud, but it stuck to her sweaty skin. She was better off without it, and wadded the material to wipe her body dry.
"Constance?" Rob asked again, plaintive now.
Marie scurried from the platform, and another sailor swung a bench into the spot where she'd been. It dawned on Constance with a sort of incredulous gratitude that this, too, had been Jacqueline's intention all along. She very nearly forgave the pirate woman – her
sister
! – for coercing their father into such depravity.
The men bound Rob face-down over the bench. His shirt was rucked up to his shoulders, and his taut buttocks were bared to the world.
"Hah, an excellent jest," he cried with a sort of frantic cheer. "I was almost taken in by it. Very clever. Now, untie me and –"
"Would you care to do the honors?" Jacqueline held out a switch that could have been the very selfsame one with which Rob had beaten her so cruelly.
Rob, seeing this, went first white and then plum-colored. "She wouldn't dare!"
Constance accepted the switch, liking the feel of it in her hand. She swept it experimentally, hearing the whickering noise as it sliced the air. Rob bleated as if he had already been struck.
"None of that, now," he blustered.
A coward. He was a bully and a coward, Constance realized, adept when it came to devising and delivering torments, but weak as water when he was on the wrong end of the switch. Or the cock! She glanced around, and got a nod from Salvador in return. The big Moor was half-naked already, and Marie was rubbing a good slippery coating of oil onto his cock.
"Constance, sister-mine –"
She brought the switch down in a whistling arc. It cut across Rob's buttocks and he screamed.
"That's for my virginity," she said, and was not particularly surprised to find that she sounded more than a bit like Jacqueline, cold and scornful. "And this is for
my
bottom, and this for Nana Eva!" She whipped him twice more, laying vivid red welts in criss-crossing lines. He yipped, he yelped, and it was veritable music to her ears.
A vicious spite descended on her. She strutted around him, not caring that she was as naked as the new day. A flurry of blows, one after the other, and his backside was covered in stripes, positively covered, and Rob was crying like a baby.
She leaned over him, her breasts on his back, her loins against his scarlet buttocks. They were hot as a bed of coals, and the touch of her skin made him jerk with pain.
"And now, brother-mine," she said, "here's something else for you. Let's see how well you like it, since you so readily do it to others."
"No, Constance, please," he said. "Not that, I know what you mean to do and not that, I beg you."
It did her a world of good to hear him beg, to hear the fear and humiliation in his voice. She looked at Jacqueline, and the pirate woman smiled encouragingly. Incredibly, this made Constance feel a surge of actual sisterly affection.
"I'll give you a choice, then, Rob," she said. "This is Salvador. See what a cock he has, so big, so dark?"
Rob's eyes were wet with tears. "Don't, Constance. I'm sorry for everything, so very sorry, don't let him near me."
"Sorry? Are you truly?"
"And I'll make it up to you, I swear. Anything that you ask of me, anything, and I'll do it."
"I am not interested in your repentance, Rob. I am interested in my revenge. Here is your choice. Take him in your mouth, or up your arse."
"No!" He recoiled, as well as he was able.
She lashed him again. "Choose! You told me you'd let a man suck you, once, so surely you know how it's done. And is your bottom untried, that you so vehemently protect it?"
"I will not do this, and you cannot force me to choose."
"Oh, but you’re wrong, dear brother," she said. "I can."
The switch came down again and again, and this time she did not restrict herself to his buttocks but striped his thighs, even landed a few blows so that the supple end of the switch bent under to strike his balls. Rob shrieked and carried on with such a clamor that William deGranville muttered and turned over, but did not wake.
"Choose!" Constance barked, winded and sure that her shoulder would ache on the morrow but not minding in the least. "Mouth or arse, Rob?"
"No," he sobbed. "No, no, no."
"Or both," Jacqueline suggested, sharing a devilish look with Constance.
"Both, it is!" Constance agreed.
"Oh, my lady!" chirped Marie, who had flung herself wholly into the spirit of this as much as she did anything. "If we place him just right, he can suck his father's cock while Salvador fucks his bottom."
Jacqueline raised an eyebrow at Constance. "This one is your revenge, sister. It is your decision."
She looked at their father, lolling unconscious on the platform. Yes, it had been under duress, but he could have sacrificed himself for her, and when the freedom had been his, he could have sated his urge in Marie instead. He was a beast, and the fact that she had enjoyed it, perhaps as much a beast herself, did not change the fact that he had still abandoned his nobility to fuck his daughter.
"Let them both be shamed, then," she said. "Arrange it, Marie, if you would."
"You cannot expect me to …" Rob could not even say it.
"To suck Father's cock," Constance said harshly. "You'll not be so apt to try and bite him, I think. And be sure you do a good job of it. Remember how you made me do the same to Enrique? You'll take it in your mouth, and you'll lick and suck, and you'll make him spend and swallow down what he gives you."
Rob looked sick, and ready to faint, but she got his attention with a brisk open-palmed slap of his bottom. Meanwhile, Marie had enlisted the help of Rafe and Michel, and they'd moved William deGranville so that he was stretched out below and in front of Rob's head, his now-slumbering cock within easy reach of Rob's mouth.
"I'll help him, my lady," Marie said, "and hold it up until it's nice and hard to stand on its own."
"Anything," Rob said. "Anything, Constance."
"It is far too late for apologies." She glanced at Salvador. "Are you ready?"
"Oh, yes," he said. His finger poked at Rob's bottom. "I like a nice tight virgin."
"Ah! No! Don't let him put it in!"
Salvador paid him no heed, rotating his finger to work it in to the first knuckle. Rob's response to this would have shattered glass and made dogs fall stunned, so high and piercing was his cry.
"And that only his finger," Constance chided. "How ever will you handle his cock?"
"Please," Rob said. "Please stop this."
Oil trickled over the cheeks of his bottom, stinging in the welts, and greased the passage where Salvador's finger pressed and twisted. It was to the second knuckle now, and Rob was whimpering.
"Is he ready?" Constance asked.
"Ripe for ploughing," Salvador replied.
"Then have at him, and do not bother to be gentle."
The Moor withdrew his finger. He laid the meaty length of his cock in the cleft of Rob's bottom. Rob tried with all his might to get away, in his absolute panic even lifting the bench from the platform as his body bucked and heaved. Jacqueline raised her booted foot and braced it on one side of the bench. Constance did the same on the other side with one smooth, bare leg. They held it in place as Rob thrashed.
Salvador set the tip of his cock at Rob's clenched opening, and leaned his weight forward.
"Noooo!"
Constance looked on in fascination and savage glee as the puckered ring of flesh was forced open. Salvador gave a sudden short lunge and embedded the head of his cock within. He paused only a moment, long enough for Rob to choke out another plea, then steadily pushed.
Oh, that is nice," Constance said, remembering what Rob had told her when the positions were somewhat rearranged, and she was the one being split asunder. "You should see it, Rob. Your pretty buttocks all white and striped with welts, all spread open, and his cock going in between them."
Bit by bit, his dark, veined shaft disappeared into Rob. The Moor's wiry thatch was flush with Rob's welted cheeks.
"Well, brother-mine," she said, "how does that feel? He's all the way in now. Do you like it?"
Rob, tearful, shook his head.
"And I could reach down under you, and give you a tweak," she said, and did just that. She found his balls contracted defensively against his body, and his cock semi-erect. "What's this, Rob? You couldn't be
liking
what he's doing, could you?"
"No! Ah, it hurts, it hurts!"
Salvador drew back, slowly, until only the head was still lodged in Rob's arse. Rob gave a shaky sigh, perhaps thinking that his punishment was over. Then the Moor slammed home again, and with ebony fingers indenting Rob's hips, pounded in and out in a relentlessly hard fucking. Rob screamed again and again, with each thrust, but the cock that Constance was fondling swelled in her hand even as a bit of blood from his torn anus oozed down his thighs.
"You
are
liking it," she said.
"Don't forget this one, my lady," Marie said. She, too, was fondling a cock. William deGranville was still insensate, but had risen to the occasion at her skillful manipulation. She held him straight up, near to Rob's head.
Constance seized her brother by his mop of tangled golden hair. She wrenched his head up and stared into his overspilling eyes. They were full of pain and shame, just as she'd hoped.
