Pretty well

"Is this right?" Sandra pulls back long enough to look up at me, "Do you get off on seeing this pure young woman debasing herself like this?" She stares up at you nervously even as her fingers squeeze your cock experimentally.

Before you can find the words that that sadistic guard might say, Sandra once again lowers her lips to your cock, only this time she takes the whole head in, and you can feel her tongue swirling experimentally around the head. Neither of your girlfriends ever gave you blowjobs, not like this anyway. Your last girl would sometimes kiss and lick your cock to get it hard before letting you make love to her, but she never worshipped your cock like this.

"Oh, Fuck Sandra!"

"Not Sandra, Stephen." Sandra lifts her warm mouth off of you long enough to correct you. "This is Rae, the innocent Cleric of St. Cuthbert who has to please the demanding guard in order to keep him from abusing another innocent young woman." Once again, before you can answer her mouth has engulfed your head and this time you feel her hand pumping the shaft of your cock spreading the dripping saliva up and down the exposed column of flesh where her lips do not reach.

"That's right you little strumpet." You growl coarsely. If Sandra wants to experience what it's like to be at the mercy of an evil villain, the least you can do is give her what she wants. "Whoever buys you is gonna like having those whore-lips blowing on his trumpet."

"Please, Mister." Sandra pulls away long enough to plead with you, "I'll do this if I must, but don't be so nasty." By now, you think you have a pretty good sense of what this pretty coed wants from you. If you're wrong, you'll have to do some pretty serious fence mending, but you don't think you are. You grab her head with both hands you pull her back against your cock rubbing your junk all over her face.

"Shut up princess," it's frighteningly easy to play the role of this evil henchman, "you pretend to be a pure little angel, but the first time you see a man's schlong you fall to your knees and suck it like a newborn calf at its dame's teat." True to your words, when you push your penis back to her mouth, she opens wide and lets you slide right in. "That's right, you fucking cunt. I know there ain't much there, but you suck it, suck it good." With your hands in Sandra's thick dark hair, it is easy enough to control the pace of the blow job.

You push deeper into her mouth until she gags on your meat, but when you start to ease up a little she grabs the back of your legs and pulls you back until she coughs and even more spittle drips from her chin. Two more times she tries to deepthroat you, each time gagging and coughing when you get too deep, finally she pulls back long enough to catch her breath.

"Saint Cuthbert give me strength." Sandra looks up at you with a steely determination as she speaks. "This wicked man is going to **** his severed meat into my mouth and use me for his pleasure. Help me Lord, help me endure this humiliation."

"Your fucking god isn't gonna help you here, bitch." You laugh doing your best to sound like a deranged lunatic, "On this ship, in this hold, your only god is me. Got that?" With that you push your cock deep into her mouth without the slightest hint of compassion.

This is a new experience for you, fucking a woman's mouth like she's nothing but a piece of meat for your pleasure. As wrong as it is you know that is exactly what that sick slaver would do to his hapless captive, and for just this once you let yourself sink completely into the role. It doesn't take long before you can feel the familiar tightening of your balls and the pulsing in your rod. The only question in your mind now is if you should cum into her mouth or pull back and spray her face and tits with your spunk.