He is working to break it!

Marie surprised, caught off guard, with two things inserted into her precious holes, the index finger that had now gone all the way in and was going up and down quickly, a brush that was filling her anus and the more she stirred the more she felt him giving her new stimuli that she did not understand while the other was stroking her erect clitoris and much more sensitive than before. As if that were not enough that coward was playing with her breasts sucking like a child on her nipple, licking and biting it alternating randomly to give her new stimuli again and again.

<< NO! N... AH AAH ANF! OOOH! Staahp! Please! AAAH! NNAAH! >>

<< Sssh pussycat -starting off leaving him a trickle of drool on his tortured nipple- or you'll call all the servants. Just think, you enjoy so much now, who knows when I'll masturbate you in the hall of a party full of people! >>

<< NO! NO! OOOH! AAAH! >>

At that point Marie contracted all the muscles she had trying to resist as much as she could, but as she tightened and tried to squeeze all her muscles, the effect she received was to feel better the stick of the brush in her ass and the finger in her vagina, at which point sucking by biting her nipple Kellerman also put the second finger inside her pussy. An explosion of color appeared before the poor bodyguard's eyes. The fingers began not only to go up and down as the bristles of the brush were providing sparks to her clitoris, but they also began to try to spread Marie's vaginal walls making her moan even more. She couldn't take it anymore. She could resist no longer; something was putting pressure on her urethra to come out.

She began to hear a strange whisper from a corner of her mind. The little voice was saying to let go, it sounded like a voice from afar. She fought it as long as she could then at some point that little voice in her mind started repeating to her like a mantra “to relax.” Marie knew that if she listened to that voice, perhaps from her darker subconscious, she would be a **** forever, but the little voice was becoming more and more oppressive and was winning when suddenly...

Kellerman felt his victim's contracted body begin to relax. The few “no's” and “no more” he said gradually died down as his stimulation progressed, and although Marie was crying she began to moan to the rhythm of his thrusts, she was enjoying his massages. He intensified the pussy-nipple work and noticed how her suspended toes began to curl to spread in rhythm with his thrusts. She was on a high, her pussy was throbbing, so it was only a matter of minutes and after that she would be his forever.

Marie was no longer understanding anything she only knew that she was being **** to go through this, that she did not want to; that she was against it and refused. However, a part of her was enjoying these attentions to the fullest; was she really a lewd whore? Was she really a cat in heat? If she came as that painter had told her, would she really become his ****? She would soon find out because her body was telling her that now she would be free!

We are at the classic turning point, from here on this timeline will be very dark for Marie. More than 33 chapters are already ready where the pirateess will slowly become the painter's ****. If you do not like this story arc, please let me know. Or if you want something darker, I remind you that you may very well write it and I will gladly read it!