Chapter Six
The one they called Dwayne stood behind her chair, one hand lightly clamping her bare shoulder. Mallory drew up one leg; the hand on her shoulder tightened in warning, but relaxed when she did no more than fold the leg under her, and settle back down, gingerly. She knew she could do nothing but watch as the grinning pirate, holding his stiffened c**k in his fist, prepared to mount her helpless partner from behind.
He stepped up and planted one hand on those pert, reddened domes, placed so invitingly before him. The girl jerked up in her bonds. She brayed frantically into her gag. He ignored her desperate twisting as the other hand guided his rampant c**k into the hairy crotch. Pressing the head of his p***s between the soft folds of her lightly-furred vulva, he fumbled with h
