Alicia

I entered the captain's cabin while my two friends were being defiled by the rest of the crew. Min Mei lay face down on the desk while the captain worked her. It was Alicia who greeted me with a riding crop in hand, as the sailor threw me to the ground, naked and completely at their mercy.

Alicia glared at me with a cruel look, her fingers gripping the riding crop as a sadistic grin stretched her lips. The rough deck floor plowed into my knees as the sailor held me down, a heavy boot crushing the small of my back.

"On your knees, bitch," Alicia snarled, raising the whip.

A hiss cut through the air before the leather slashed my flesh, leaving a raw burn on my already bruised buttocks.

The whip whistled again, tearing through the air before crashing down in a line of fire across my lower back. My reddened skin shuddered at the impact, and a hoarse cry escaped me as Alicia giggled, her fingers gripping my hair to **** my head up.

"You like that, don't you?" she whispered, her voice trembling with unhealthy excitement.

I didn't say a word, but she knew me very well. She was right about our past moments of complicity. We had discussed our fantasies before planning this adventure. I also knew that she fantasized about making other women suffer. Given the opportunity, she wouldn't deprive herself of it.

• Tell me where you put the loot.

Her voice was a mixture of poisonous sweetness and threat, as the whip coiled around the back of my neck like a snake ready to bite. I gasped, my cheeks burning with shame and pain, my thighs trembling against the rough wood of the bridge.

"You want to play dumb?" Alicia sneered, tracing the tip of the whip in an icy line along my spine.

But before you fill me, she positioned her vagina in front of my mouth.

• Lick me and make me come.

I felt the musky aroma of her sex fill my nostrils as she crushed her flesh against my lips, a hoarse moan escaping her as my tongue traced a slow furrow along her wet lips. The leather of the whip tightened around my throat, forcing me to **** a little more with each flick of her tongue, each lick, and more.

"Faster," she growled, her fingers digging into my hair to guide my mouth with calculated brutality.

My tongue moved with **** submission, tracing rapid circles over her swollen clitoris as she arched her back, a hoarse moan escaping her. The leather of the whip constricted me more with each movement, my saliva mingling with her secretions as she rode my mouth with increasing greed.

I felt her muscles tense under my tongue as she grew closer to orgasm, her fingers digging more cruelly into my hair to keep me from pulling away. A pungent, metallic taste invaded my mouth as she crushed her sex against my lips, her moans becoming ragged gasps.

The whip tightened further, cutting off my breath as a final lick on her clit made her tremble violently.

• Yes, yes, that's good, dirty whore, here's a present, swallow it all.

An amber liquid fell into my mouth, as she held me from moving with her thighs, urinating in my mouth.

I gasped, the hot liquid filling my mouth and running down my chin, my throat constricting from the **** invasion. Alicia moaned, her trembling thighs gripping my head like a vice, her fingers twisting my hair to keep me from even coughing.

"Swallow, slut," she growled hoarsely, as a final hot jet splashed against my tongue.

I struggled to breathe, the last acrid drop trickling down my throat as Alicia finally released her grip. She stepped back, her breath still in gasps, a triumphant gleam in her eyes as she wiped her wet sex against my trembling lips.

"Now speak," she whispered, tracing the tip of the whip along my cheek, leaving a wet trail of saliva and urine.

I shook my head, and she grabbed my hair and shoved my head into the pool of drops I hadn't been able to swallow.

You're wrong, you'll pay for your stubbornness. Lick and clean it with your tongue.

Her fingers dug more cruelly into my hair, crushing my face against the damp floor where the drops of urine had formed a murky puddle.

My tongue stuck to the rough wood, each movement tracing a wet furrow in the acrid liquid. My taste buds burned, the metallic taste invading my mouth as Alicia held my neck pressed against the ground.

"Faster," she growled, tugging at my hair, forcing my cheek to rub against the puddle.

A muffled laugh sounded behind me—the sailor still holding me in place was amused by my humiliation.

The sailor's laughter turned into an impatient growl as he twisted my arm behind my back, forcing my chest to crash to the ground. Alicia struck again, the leather of the crop ripping through the air before biting into my already scarred flesh.

I finally licked the last trace, suppressing a gag, when a booming voice rang out.