Time to give in.

Johanna could feel her legs spreading further apart, her hips rising to meet Bone’s, and she realized that her body had already made its decision. She was going to be fucked, and she was going to enjoy it. Bone’s cock continued to rub up and down against her lower lips, and his tongue had made it’s way up to her ear. His arms were hooked under her shoulders, holding her close to him, and she let out a long, breathy moan against his shoulder.

“Johanna,” Bone whispered, his hot breath brushing against her ear.

“Unf.”

“This is it, Johanna. Are you ready?”

“Gods, yes.”

“Good girl.” Bone pulled back, positioning himself, then thrust forward, filling Johanna’s wet, hot hole completely in one sure, solid stroke. She quivered around him, climaxing yet again, and this was the most intense orgasm so far. “There,” Bone said, sounding as confident and powerful as ever, “It’s done. You’re mine, now.”

Something deep in the back of Johanna’s mind wanted to argue, but she knew it was true, so she simply moaned in reply.

“That’s right,” Bone continued, beginning to move his cock in and out of her, now, “You belong to me now, don’t you?”

Johanna quivered and moved her hips in time with his, helping him to fuck her deeper.

“You resisted, but it was just a matter of time.” Bone pulled his upper body away from her, and when she tried to rise with him, to keep her body close to his, he pushed her back down. “Captain Johanna Stern,” He grinned, “Moaning around my cock like a common whore. Beautiful.” He was fucking her harder now, and deeper, and if Johanna had any opposition to being compared to a whore, she couldn’t voice it. Soon she had yet another orgasm, and she screamed her satisfaction to the jungle. Bone smiled at this, and let her enjoy it for a moment, then pulled out of her.

This got Johanna’s attention. “No… don’t stop…”

This was a silly request, as Bone had no intention of stopping just yet. “Turn over. Hands and knees, Johanna.”

Johanna was clearly exhausted, but she still managed to get turn over on shaky hands and knees. She stayed there, and when Bone didn’t immediately mount her, she turned to look over her shoulder at the large man, and whimpered.

Bone palmed her ass, admiring the view. “Beg for it. Ask your captain to fuck you like a whore.”

Two days ago, Johanna would have killed the man who spoke to her like that, but a lot had changed since then. She let out a low whining gasp, then begged. “Please, captain, please keep fucking me. I need it. Please, please fuck your whore. Captain, please, please- Ah! Yes!”

Satisfied at her obedient begging, Bone had knelt down and filled Johanna with his cock once more, driving her into another series of incoherent moans and whispers. One of his hands reached up to grab her hair, first pushing her face down against the ground, then harshly pulling her up against him, so his other hand could squeeze her breast while he growled into her ear. “That’s right, Stern. I make the rules, now. I’m the captain, and you’re the whore. Now scream for me, whore. Scream for your captain.”

The captain tossed the whore back to the ground, and thrust deep inside of her, triggering yet another orgasm. The whore obediently screamed, much to the delight of her captain. Satisfied, he decided it was time for him to climax as well, and he deposited his seed deep within her. It seemed to Johanna that Bone’s orgasm lasted forever, continuously pumping his hot semen into the deepest parts of her twitching pussy, and she reveled in the sensation of it. Eventually, though, he finished, pulling out before spinning her around and drawing her mouth towards his messy prick. She eagerly licked and sucked at his softening length, loving the the way their combined fluids mixed in her mouth. When he was done with her, he shoved her to the ground and left her there. Johanna twitched and panted, utterly satisfied. She knew, deep down, that she had lost, that she was a changed woman. She was no longer the confident, commanding voice of reason. She was no longer a captain. She was Bone’s plaything, now. His whore. A willing and eager tool to serve his pleasure.

And she loved it.