long, long time!”
“Pi-Please let me go back!”
“Now, now! Just relax and let me show you some affection, you lovely thing! What have we here?” A muscular hand cupped one of the small high breasts, caressing it strongly. “My, what an exciting bump you have there! Two of them yet!”
“D-Don't do that!”
“Here, let me see what those tempting bumps look like!” The lesbian pulled the girl's tunic down over satiny white shoulders, exposing the hard little breasts with their pale rosy nipples. “Why, they're just beautiful!”
The girl cried out softly as the lesbian's face suddenly pressed into the breasts, the thick lips nibbling the smooth flesh and finally seeking one of the nipples, closing about it with a wet greedy noise as she began sucking violently. The girl struggled vainly to free herself but the powerful arms held her fast. While she nursed with savage hunger, the lesbian slowly forced the girl upon her back to the floor, a hand crawling up between the girl's thighs.
“No! D-Don't!” screeched the terrified girl, thrashing wildly about. “D-Don't touch me there!”
The hand came flying upward, slapping the girl across the mouth in a stinging blow that silenced her screaming to muted whimperings of protest.
“Quiet, you ninny!” said the lesbian, momentarily taking her busy mouth from a nipple. “You'll enjoy this, you silly thing! All women enjoy it!”
“I – I don't l-like it! It's n-not natural! Y-You're a woman! You're n-not supposed to m-make love to another w-woman!”
Another slap, harder this time and the girl subsided into broken sobs of hopelessness, submitting to the hand which found her chubby mound and parted the velvety lips with fingers that caressed the wet interior until they found the clitoris. As they toyed with it, the lesbian's eager mouth sought a pink-tipped breast again. She sucked hungrily as her fingers played with the girl's tender cunt.
The girl moaned and writhed as the lesbian enjoyed the young breasts and feverishly handled the moist warmth of the slitted pubic mound nestled in its foliage of golden hair.
Without warning a rigid finger plunged into the vaginal entrance – and the girl shrieked, the shrill cry echoing throughout the compartment.
“Not so loud!” called the guard nervously. “You'll have the captain down here!”
“There, there!” soothed the lesbian mockingly, changing her position so she now knelt between the girl's spread legs. “It's only a moment of pain! It's over now. Just a few droplets of blood, my lovely! I'll soon have them washed away!”
The girl's hysterical sobs suddenly erupted into gasps as the lesbian's face lowered to the golden hair, her mouth engulfing the moist lips and she began nursing upon the girl's cunt with steady spasms of her jaws – a tongue sliding into the vagina with darting thrusts that kept the girl gasping and grunting as she squirmed in a frenzy of sensual reaction to the act being performed upon her sensitive parts.
“Oh… Oh… Oh!” she panted, throwing her head back and forth. “Oh, I can't stand the feeling of that much longer!”
The lesbian sucked and slobbered more swiftly.
Footsteps on the hatchway stairs sounded loudly and before the startled guard could whisper a warning, Ignacio had descended the steps and stood looking about suspiciously. The guard swallowed hard and trembled before his towering presence.
“I heard a scream,” he stated. “The captain sent me down to investigate. What has been happening down here?”
From behind the crates came a loud moan from the girl's tortured throat. The lesbian froze, lifting her head slowly and waiting. Ignacio strode to the crates and peered behind them, seeing the girl prone on the floor with the lesbian kneeling over her.
“Come out of there!” Ignacio ordered.
Slowly the lesbian rose to her feet. The girl got up weakly, following the lesbian out from behind the crates and facing Ignacio. His eyes gleamed with lust as they traveled up and down the girl's lissome curves. He gave the lesbian a brief glance of utter loathing and contempt.
“Sampling the cargo, eh?” he said coldly.
“You might say that,” jeered the lesbian. “She's no longer cargo. Not anymore!”
“I miss your meaning, warped one.”
“You'll understand it soon enough!”
His craving eyes ran over the trembling girl's body again. She stood with downcast eyes staring blankly at her feet, touseled locks hanging in loose disarrangement around her oval face.
“All right,” Ignacio said authoritatively, taking a deep breath and looking as though he had just made a decision. “On your way, twisted one. Stay away from here after this or you'll regret it!”
“We'll see who regrets this day!” she sneered.
“Come with me,” he said to the girl, leading her to the crates. “I wish to question you in privacy about what has happened here.”
The women watched him and the submissive girl disappeared behind the crates, exchanging a glance of understanding.
“He means to have her,” whispered the guard.
The lesbian nodded, a cruel smile lifting the corners of her broad mouth. “When you get off duty,” she murmured, “report that fact to the captain. I think he'll be better able to understand why the cargo consists of only eleven virgins – once he knows what that overbearing bastard has been up to! Now don't forget to report it!”
The guard nodded in agreement.
When Ignacio silently lay upon the unresisting girl and pushed her shapely legs apart with hands that shook from the lust shuddering within him, she closed her eyes and lifted her feet – presenting her dewy cunt to his avid gaze. With a muttered sound he pulled his stiffened penis from his pants, allowing them to drop to his knees, and holding the large reddish-tipped organ in his hand – guided it to the glistening lips encircled by her pale gold hair, grunting pleasurably as he thrust the cock into her. She moaned softly, wrapping her legs around his waist as he put his arms under her white shoulders, undulating his hips which drove the throbbing prick in and out of her tight hole in stabbing motions that drew sounds of enjoyment from both of them as he steadily fucked her.
“Isn't this… better… than a… finger?” he asked, without stopping the driving strokes. “Surely… you… can tell… the… difference.”
“It's… different,” she mumbled flatly.
“Raise your… bottom… when I… thrust… into you,” he requested.
She began doing as he asked, and the tempo increased as his lust boiled along the length of the rigid hose that went slipping in and out of her tunnel, his movements becoming more violent as his orgasm neared, inducing a frenzy of urgent need for release. Then he was pounding away at the tender crotch, growling his enjoyment as the hot juices exploded from the tip of his organ and went spurting deeply into her depths in savage spasms that ignited her own passion.
Squealing wildly, she clung to him – frantically undulating herself against him and riding the full length of the still-hard column upon which she was impaled, grunting softly as she came. When her climax had ended, she slumped back upon the floor in exhaustion, panting rapidly.
Ignacio smiled down at her. “That was just splendid, wasn't it!”
She nodded, smiling shyly.
“I'm sorry you were deflowered by the mere finger of a sickening pervert. I would have much preferred divesting you of your innocence, myself.”
“You would have hurt more. Your – your thing is so much bigger than a finger, and the finger was painful enough.”
“I suppose that's true.”
She shifted restlessly, wincing as she did.
“What's the matter?” he asked.
“I'm very sore down there now. Please remove yourself, sir. I hurt quite badly from all the attention that's
