Our tale continues.
Walking to my cabin, and further delights with my Bitch, I noticed Jorge's door ajar and peeked within. My eyes widened in surprise: the beautiful captive had overpowered my First officer, binding him in the hanging chains and gagging him as well! She was swinging on his back with a short whip, and appeared to be enjoying it: her nipples were hard and her nether lips swollen.
She stopped for a moment, reaching around his hips to stroke his rampant cock. At once he responded, moving his hips in time with her motions. The sleek beauty allowed it only a moment, then her hand slid down to squeeze his balls, earning her his screams.
Moving back to whipping distance, she stroked his muscular ass, making it dance and jiggle in answer. His moan was pitiful and I truly considered rescuing him, but chose to hold back as a lesson. She proved her versatility, switching the whip to her other hand to ease the beating of his other side. Again, after perhaps ten minutes, she rubbed against him to tease, stimulated him, then once again squeezed his jewels. He screamed louder this time.
Stepping around his front side, she stood on a small stool and rubbed her tits against his face, using her fingers to transfer her sweat and pussy juices to his moustache. When she finished, the juice was running down to his lips, and he was again moaning with excitement. The cruel wench laughed with delight, stepped off the stool, and stropped the whip on his hard cock while staring into his eyes. Her fingers ventured to her love button, and she watched the tears of frustration fall from his eyes while she flagrantly frigged herself before him.