Agents In Harms Way by Don Winslow Read Free Book Online Page B

Kip moving with him, thrusting back her tight, little bum to meet his pounding loins.
    Mallory watched, fascinated to see the lines of his hard face tighten, the jaws clench, as a ruthlessly determined appeared in the pirate’s narrowed eyes. She couldn’t help admiring the man’s self-control: he never yielded to his own rising passion, but maintained the same slow deliberate pace, pumping into her partner with cold, methodical precision of a smoothly pistoning machine, while the wiry girl twisted in her bonds, her head and shoulders straining upwards against the attaching cords. His hands gave up her floppy tits, leaving them free to swing under her in the same jogging rhythm as he found a firmer grip on her hips.
    Now the fucking was faster, the Captain’s hips bucking in increased fury, while a staccato of tiny yelps came out from around the ball in Kip’s stoppered mouth. The excited girl rose up, shook her tousled mop, and brayed as the man fucked her from behind with a surge of animal passion. A muffled shriek came from the frenzied girl, as she reared back, pulling and jerking her bonds as a massive tremor of her orgasm rocketed through her. Her thin body went rigid and then she slumped over, shoulders heaving in the spasming aftermath.
    A few seconds later the deliberate pistoning slowed into deep powerful lunges, culminating in the pirate’s throwing back his head as every sinew in his lean body stiffened. His eyelids quivered at the first tickle of his surging climax rose up in his loins. He buried himself to the hilt, grinding his hips hard against the small, churning ass. The grimly determined lines of his face melted; a groan of pleasure came from his lips. He reared up, arching backwards, still joined to his partner, as the spasm of pure pleasure rippled through his rigid body and he issued a single grunt — a low animal groan that marked his point of climax; he came with a massive shudder.
     
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    For the naked prisoners, their ordeal that horrid evening seemed to go on forever. Once the pirate chief had dismounted, the sailors untied the spent girl, flinging her down in the chair over which she had been strung. Kip settled with a bounce on her tenderized rump, squirming in discomfort; but she stayed put in that chair as her gag was removed.
    The Captain sprawled back in a massive chair, booted feet splayed out before him. He didn’t bother to tuck his depleted cock away, but left it hanging out. Slug-like, it lay now against one thigh, somnolent, drooping slightly, a wet and gleaming penis left on lewd display with complete and utter indifference, directly across from where the naked agent sat watching him. He lit a cigarette, looking at Mallory, whose eyes were on his exposed manhood. He contemplated his captive with those cold blue eyes.
    A round of drinks was ordered; the Captain, feeling generous, included the prisoners. Mallory, her hands shaking, eagerly accepted the glass of Scotch, took a gulp of the fiery liquid; let the golden liquid warm her body and work its magic on her spirit. She needed a good stiff drink. For now, she knew, it was to be her turn.
    The smirking henchmen approached their elegant captive with undisguised glee. And it was then that the full realization sunk in — a horrible, sinking feeling that her worst fears were about to come true: she had witnessed her friend and partner being fucked before her very eyes, and now she too, would be used, made to submit, forced to pleasure these crude, grinning bastards.
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    Special Agent Mallory Channing was buck naked, on her knees, kneeling before the black-clad Pirate Captain, who looked down on her with bland, pale eyes and bearded lips curled in insolent disdain. The dark-haired girl knelt sitting back on her heels, head lowered, hands at the top of her sloping thighs, fingers placed so that they partially shielded her furry sex. But he would have none of that!
    “Hands at your side! Shoulders back! Head up! Look at