Skillfully wielded, the supple cane cut across Lois' exquisite naked bottom a third time, driving a squeal through the rolled up panties filling the young woman's mouth as she violently struggled against the sudden agony, the handcuffs that held her slender wrists anchored high over her head. The soft, slender globes of her bottom were now marked with parallel red weals on their almost translucent surface, creating a remarkable contrast on the satiny, pearl-like flesh . The girl's writhings and hopping had barely subsided when Fancha, her dusky features alight with enjoyment, delivered a carefully calculated fourth stroke, which angled across the markings of the first three and drove Lois' suffering to an excruciating level, exacerbating as it did the burning pain already inflicted.
Laughing gleefully, Fancha listened with appreciation to Lois' muffled howling, and watched with pleasure the mad dancing that her cane stimulated. Lois pulled desperately on the chain that held her, desperate to soothe the violated flesh of her burning buttocks with her soft palms. She had given up trying to preserve her dignity; the pain and humiliation were too much. Gradually the sharpness of the pain ebbed, and her vain efforts to distract from it slowed. As soon as she saw that the girl had relaxed her frenzied jerking, Fancha cut her again, with the cane now held at an angle. Several more vicious strokes followed, until she was out of breath enough to be obliged to desist. Dropping the cane onto the deck, and wiping her perspiring forehead, she stalked towards the slumping, shaking white body and thrust her dusky pointed breasts, their nipples fully erect, against the shuddering bosom of her victim. Fancha ripped away the tape covering the girl's mouth, and reaching in extracted the balled up, damp panty gag. Then she pressed her full lips against Lois' trembling mouth.
Lois had experienced deep French kissing, if only when making out in a car after the prom at her prestigious academy; but most certainly never with a woman. She flinched away from Fancha's probing tongue, closing her lips and averting her face. Her captor's breath smelled of liquor, though it was otherwise not unpleasant; strong brown arms encircled her waist, one squeezing a small though well-shaped breast, the other groping a tender buttock.
"Weeelll, looks like we aren't ready yet."
With her leering smile still on her face, seemingly not perturbed by Lois' rejection, Fancha stepped away from her bound victim and picked up the cane from the deck. Lois watched her apprehensively over her shoulder; however the caning did not begin again immediately. Instead Fancha drew a line on the girl's inner thigh with the tip of the cane.
"Step your feet apart. No, further."
Fearfully Lois complied, then wished she hadn't. The cane bit into the very soft skin of her inner thigh, driving a scream from her lungs as a new level of agony was created. She snapped her legs back together and clenched them desperately, swaying from the pipe in an attempt to deflect additional attention to that tenderest of places.
"You spread them back out now. Or I'll whip you across those nice little titties. Or maybe on that pretty face. "
The cane traced a line down her cheek. Weeping she separated her thighs again, and squealed with pain as the cane slashed across them several times. A cruel beating ensued, delivered to her inner thighs, bottom and the small of her long, shapely back. Screams echoed in the cabin; but the boat was anchored out in the bay, and there was no-one to hear. She was trapped in this horrible space entirely alone with her tormentor, who wore a look of almost fiendish delight as she inflicted these painful indignities. She writhed, shrieked, howled, begged that Fancha stop – if only for a moment. It was not however until many minutes later, when Lois had subsided into a hopeless, steady sobbing, that Fancha put down her instrument and, stepping forward, again brought her insistent mouth to the girl's bruised lips.
This time Lois submitted, allowing Fancha's probing tongue into her soft mouth, and timidly responding to its caresses with her own little pink organ. Fancha probed her entire oral cavity, licking the insides of her cheeks, exploring her pearly teeth, sucking on her and forcing her mouth open to its furthest extreme. The Haitian girl's fingers explored the parting of her bottom, fingering her anus – the raised circle of muscle was wet with perspiration and opened more readily than before. Lois made little resistance to these attentions; she was quite sure she could not bear even one more stroke of the vicious, supple cane. Strong fingers probed her soft pussy, finding her clitoris and fondling it, which brought a gasp from the girl.
Two fingers buried themselves in her narrow vagina, and began a strong stroking motion. Humiliated, Lois moaned and writhed; she did not dare break the kiss, and stood linked to her captor at both ends. Standing on near tiptoe as she was, she could not lift herself off the impaling fingers; she was thoroughly massaged and masturbated, and the wetness created by her skilled partner soon began to make itself heard in squelching sounds that deeply embarrassed her. The scent of her musk began to fill the room; satisfied, Fancha paused the endless kiss, reached for the handcuff key and freed Lois' aching wrists. Motioning to the bed, she gave the pale huddled girl a push.
Lois shuffled carefully in the direction bidden, looking fearfully back at the dark figure of the Haitian. Gingerly she lay down on her side, gasping as her tender bottom touched the rough blanket. Fancha slid onto the bed facing her, placed a strong arm around the girl's slender neck, and drew her back into a kiss. She continued her exploration's of Lois' soft orifice, sucking hard on her tongue and dripping saliva onto its surface. Desperately afraid of being returned to the handcuffs, Lois made an attempt at a response; she caressed the stronger one with small fluttering and stroking, reciprocated the tongue sucking. A sudden sensation caused her to arch her body; Fancha had thrust a finger to its full length into her anus, where it probed and stroked. The passage was still tender from Junior's recent incursions, so that the sliding movements caused the girl to wince. Fancha ceased her probing.
"Now you squeeze my finger with your ass. Make like you're milking Junior's cock."
