Osmond wanted to feel the inside of her pussy, needed the heat and the contact. He had never been within woman before; he was in fact a virgin. For something he had never experienced the captive knew it was a thing he wanted more than anything else at this moment. She would take his virginity, he would be impure for all other decent women after this, but he didn't care. It wasn't his fault, was it? He was tied down, forced to do this. It was rape...wasn't it? Was it wrong to like it? Was it really wrong to want her to continue? Before he could figure it out he felt the more incredible feeling engulf him.
It was warmth, moist slick caressing, constricting and sliding down all over his cock. He threw his head back and moaned. His captain threw her head back and screamed! It was a sound of pleasure and pain and he found he liked it. Osmond moved his hips upwards, pushing the massive cock further up into her body. He saw the effect and was both surprised and pleased.
Dahlia shivered and thrashed uncontrollably, pressing the palms of her hands down to try and still her lover's motion. She was so full of him, so crammed full of his manhood she could scarcely breath. The captain tried to relax, tried to hold still and give her body a chance to adjust, to open to this invader and make it a welcome visitor. It was slow going and then he thrust once again, driving just a bit deeper. She screamed again. "Owe, Stop Osmond! Stop...give momma a moment. It's...too big.... just.... wait!"
"Momma's pussy is too little for her little boy?" Osmond thrust upward once again and his captain screamed muttering incoherently. "You wanted a fucking? Take it! Take it you rapist slut!"
It was driving too deep, hurting her, stretching her. Dahlia remembered her first time, the pain and the blood. This was almost as bad. It was just too much and she suddenly wished she had continued drinking. "Osmond, please. It's hurting me; give me some time to work it in. Don't hurt momma."
The captive heard her words and his mouth hung open. Don't hurt momma? She had beat him, threatened him, almost killed him and now she begged him not to hurt her. He almost rammed his cock into her hard, nearly began slamming it up into her as deep as he could, but he didn't. She might have intended his first time to be humiliating and brutal, but it wasn't what he wanted. He knew how to coax her, how to play her now, so he did.
"Then get off!" Osmond called to her, "Get off my cock and find me someone who can fuck me. I am sure there must be some woman, a real woman, who can get me inside her. I thought that was you Dahlia, but your not a real woman are you? You're just a little girl."
The captain heard his words and it was her turn to feel embarrassed. She pushed down hard, sinking herself a little further on his cock. She screamed, eased herself up, and pushed down harder. She grunted and then wiggled her hips, pressing her weight down and lowering further. The pirate queen was talking, muttering between screams, but her words made no sense. Osmond moaned and watched, as she began working herself lower and lower like a woman possessed. Soon her musky damp curls were mashing into his, their hips touching. He sighed and moaned, she shivered and howled.
"It's in", she thought, "I got that big fucking thing in." And she finally felt her body opening. What choice did it have? He wasn't going to break her. She was a real woman, not a little girl.... A little girl? That bastard! She stretched, wiggled her hips, eased up and then thrust down. Her eyes opened wide, she could feel the tip of his cock bumping her cervix, a burning poker deep in her body. It awakened her, gave her focus. He had called her a little girl.
Osmond watched her take him inside her, feeling the wondrous sensations of being inside a woman. He finally knew what all the fuss was about. It was glorious. Then she worked her hips up and let herself fall onto him again and it was heavenly. She did it again and he could feel rough resistance on the tip of his cock. He moaned.
"It's all gone.... all inside my pussy. I'm not a real woman? You called me a little girl? Ha.... where is your cock Osmond?" She smacked him, snapping his head to the side, "Tell momma where your cock is!"
"Inside you. Inside a real woman." He moaned, accepting the smack with a smile.
She humped her hips again harder this time, "It's inside your momma. That makes you a motherfucker. You like fucking your momma, don't you?"
He moaned and started to pump upwards and she let herself fall downwards. Their bodies made wet smacking sounds as they impacted together lustfully. "Oh yes, almost as much as momma likes to get fucked."
She smacked him again and again, but never stopped lifting her hips up and down. Now she moved faster, harder, feeling a tingle in her clit and deep inside her with every penetration. Dahlia made a sound ever time the cock entered her, a grunting animal sound, over and over again. Osmond pushed up into her, making her scream every so often in pain and that only made her slam down harder on him. She tried to land her bottom onto the open gashes on his thigh, and when she managed to do it he winced in pain.
Dahlia was close, quite close to having yet another orgasm. She also knew that Osmond was not as close as she was, not nearly as he had already shot a load partially into her mouth and all over her. The captain worked faster and harder, pounding down on him, trying to cum fast and hard. She was exhausted, sore; she knew this last climax would be enough to sate her considerable carnal appetite.
Her captive watched her and enjoyed the bouncing of her full breasts. The feel of her slick, tight cunt working up and down on his cock was incredible. He wanted to feel what it would be like to cum inside her this way. He briefly thought that a baby might be made but he didn't care. He wanted to cum inside her, needed to cum inside her. It was more than lust; it was instinct, primal, a cry from the darkest part of his soul.
Dahlia could see him; see the set of his face. She needed more time. The pirate Queen squatted herself up and down hard, the bed groaning under them. She reached up and pinched and tugged on her nipples. "Not yet, wait lover, I'm so close. You are going to make me cum. Don't cum yet, I need you hard in me to cum. Wait.... hold it.... almost.... yes.... yes...yes...Please Osmond, not yet...don't...cum.... almost...there...."
Osmond heard her and tried to relax. "Yes Dahlia, cum on me. Let me feel your pussy cumming all around me." He willed himself not to cum, pushed his mind into a place away from the pleasure. It distracted him. He focused on the pain, the humiliation she made him feel and his need to cum subsided.