X Marks the Spot by Melinda Barron Read Free Book Online Page A

brought the crop in front of her face.
    “This leather will leave beautiful welts on your pure skin, marking you as mine.”
    Play the part, Lia mentally screamed at herself. She shook her head violently. In response, the Captain rubbed the crop against her breasts. With her hands bound above her head, her large orbs were standing at attention. Her hard nipples throbbed, and her muffled moan filled the room.
    She braced herself for the first switch. It didn’t come. Instead, the Captain rubbed the crop over the breasts gently. Lia knew from experience that gentle touches, which kept her on the edge when she wanted to feel agony, could be as excruciating painful as the feel of a lash, or crop. It drove her crazy to be teased when she wanted nothing more than for the Dom to lay the leather-wrapped fiberglass crop across her body. Or was it fiberglass? If they wanted to keep with the historical times, there was no telling what was under the leather.
    Not that it really mattered to her. All she wanted was to feel it kissing her skin. The Captain was a true Master. He teased her breasts, caressing them softly with the crop, rubbing the tip against each nipple as Lia squirmed under the gentle caresses. He traced it down her stomach and ran it between her legs.
    While he played with her, the room continued to fill. She watched as sailors and their women, the females totally naked, took up the few chairs. The women knelt next to the men.
    “All present and accounted for sir,” a male voice said.
    “Good,” the Captain replied. “Time for my captive to wear my marks, don’t you think?”
    “Aye, sir,” the man said with a chuckle.
    Lia glanced around the room. Everyone watched her, and she felt exposed, as if she were standing in the middle of a gathering of thousands of people. The most prominent of them was the new Captain. He eyed her, and she wondered what it would feel like to taste pain from him.
    The Captain took a step toward her, leaning in until his face was inches away from hers. “Perhaps you need to taste the both of us.”
    Her eyes widened, and the Captain turned to the first mate. “Bring me another crop for my friend. Ladies and gentlemen, you’ve not met him. This is Captain Nut. I’m Captain Cock.”
    Everyone laughed, and Lia was happy for her gag. She hoped it hid her smile. She let her gaze wander between the two men. Captain Nut was standing now, and in the blink of an eye he had a crop in his hand. It told her that this had been planned. Obviously, someone had placed the instrument outside the door so it would be close at hand.
    “Captain Nut and I are going to mark you,” Captain Cock said. “You’re going to feel every stroke, and when we’re done, you’re going to get fucked. In front of everyone.”
    She struggled against her bonds again, causing laughter to break out amongst the audience. Captain Nut had moved behind her. He rubbed the crop against her ass, which was still a little sore from the flogging she’d received last evening.
    The cropping began almost immediately. The first cut made her gasp, the second one made her cry out, the sound caught against the cloth in her mouth, and the third one made her eyes water.
    Soon, the men were striking her in perfect timing. Cock would hit her front, her pussy, her breasts or the tops of her legs, and seconds later Nut would hit her back, her ass and thighs.
    Lia lost count after a while. The captains laid the crops down harder and faster, and soon her entire body felt as if it could be used for a stove. She twisted and turned, trying to get away from them. The movement only meant that the crops sometimes landed on areas where it shouldn’t have, places where it burned worse than her bottom.
    The crowd yelled and screamed for them to “Give her more,” with each cut. To Lia’s amazement, their words excited. She’d never wanted to be on display before, because she was larger than most women. But hearing this crowd yell out their