Lady Black was shoved inside the cramped ship quarters. It was wet and dimly lit, no palace for a lady like her. Her arms were tied together with her torso and her shirt was partly ripped from the roughian pirates that handled her.
Expecting a normal interrogation, she sat almost relaxed until a familiar voice beckoned from the shadows.
"Lucia, it's been long!" The Puppeteer unveiled herself from the shadows. Lady Black looked like she had seen a ghost, but quickly composed herself in front of her old companion.
"It seems you're back to your thieving ways," the Puppeteer said, brushing her hand against Lady Black. The tied-up pirate felt uneasy and began squirming.
"Felicia, let me pay my ransom and be set free. Whatever the price is, those who have sent me will see it is paid."
The Puppeteer smiled. "I'm not here for coin. I'm here to discourage you from setting foot onto Havana again."
Before Lady Black could say another word, the Puppeteer grabbed her from behind and brought her down, still facing up.
The Puppeteer made it clear that she had to permanently discourage her old friend. Knowing her too well to give in to regular interrogation, she decided to take a more "personal" approach.
"You'll dance to my tune, Lucia," she said, spreading Lady Black's legs. She tore away Lady Black's shirt, exposing her breasts, and began fingering her while she screamed.
Lady Black tried to break free, but her arms were weak and her legs were locked by the Puppeteer's. The sensation was overwhelming for her and she began moaning, "I'll go, I swear, I'll go!"
The Puppeteer, much to her namesake, played and manipulated Lady Black to her heart's content.
Tags: bdsm, bondage, bound, femme domme, dominant female, corset, peril, leash, pirate, fingering
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Story by Ornels |
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Artwork by Altercomics |
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