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bounding under his punishing hand. Kip’s ordeal continued, the pace and force quickening. In no time, he had the girl mewing into the rubber stopper at each glancing slap of those little bobbing rear cheeks. The paddle slammed into her bouncy butt, again and again.
    Then he seemed to conclude that she too, had had enough. Kip’s shoulders were heaving as she struggled for breath and shook her stinging bottom in wild agitation; the master disciplinarian stepped back to admire his handiwork — the ruddy blush imparted to Kip’s hard, young buttocks. There was a pause as the two girls struggled to regain their equilibrium. He rested a gloved hand on Mallory’s upraised buttocks, ran the hand over that throbbing rump, thoughtfully caressing Mallory’s well-punished posterior, while his still-inverted victim winced at even the slightest touch.
    “Untie this one. I want her to see this,” the voice behind her said.
    Mallory was being untied. Drained and hurting from her ordeal, she slid to her knees but as her sensitive bottom touched the carpet she bounded up abruptly.
    “Put her there.”
    Strong hands grabbed her under the arms, hauled her to her feet, and plunked her down in the chair she had so recently been bent over. The gag was thankfully removed. The nude girl sat gingerly on one cheek, shifting and squirming in her discomfit. She would much rather be standing at the moment, but he had wanted her sitting there, and sit there she must.
    The chair had been turned so that she faced her comrade, who looked at her from between still extended and tethered arms, with desperation in those big moist eyes. Her heart went out to the poor girl, but there was nothing she could do.
    The Pirate Captain grinned at her and stepped up behind her partner. She saw him work open the front of his pants to release a full-blown erection that stood proud and stiff lewdly pointing, like an arrow, to the underarch of the bent-over girl bound tightly before him.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
     
    The one they had called Dwayne stood behind her chair, one hand lightly clamping her bare shoulder. As 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 cock 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 cock into the hairy crotch. Pressing the head of his penis between the soft folds of her lightly-furred vulva, he fumbled with her cuntlips; then he fell on her, plunging into the slightly-built girl with a single brutal thrust that drove his rock-hard prick smoothly right up Kip’s slick, and surprisingly wet, young pussy.
    At the swift penetration, a jolt of pleasure rippled up through the girl’s folded body to emerge through her wriggling shoulders; her head shot up and she craned back. The Captain drove in to the hilt, and held himself there, his hips pressed up against those solid, jutting, and well-punished curves. For a long moment he held himself there, his hands clamping her hips, savoring the exquisite feel of Kip’s tight little pussy. He wiggled his hips, giving her innards a tickle, and got a whimpered moan that escaped from around the ballgag.
    Then he began to rock back and forth on his heels, driving his gleaming penis deep into the pinioned girl with the measured rhythm of a well-oiled piston. As he hunched over Kip’s bent figure, his hands slid around her arcing torso, reaching down to capture the dangling pendants of her frisky little tits. Clutching two handfuls of tittie-flesh he rode the jogging girl with a steady rocking that soon had