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degree of realisation dawned on her. He was using his tongue as a phallus. She
was astonished. There was no mention of this in her father’s medical almanac.
    As his face and tongue squirmed around against her genitals, she
realised that he must be slavering profusely as she felt wetter and wetter from
the touch of his mouth. Taking a moment to gather his breath, he plunged back
again, grabbing one of her labia in his teeth and drew back teasing her open.
How defiled she felt! Then his brutal tongue began once more to invade her.
This time though he pressed it hard against the little pea-like nub above the
opening of her vagina and fluctuated between lashing it hard and drawing hard
little circles around it with the tip of his tongue.
    “Oh! No !, No, no, no, no!” Prudence yelled.
This she knew. That little pea-like nub, she was aware, could be the source of
the most delightful pleasure, a fact she had discovered alone in her room, back
at home acting out her fantasies. She was all too aware of the outcome of any
degree of attention to that secret little place. It was then that she really
became aware of how she felt, how similar the attention of this brute was to
the feeling she would have in her loins when she would make herself up like a
fallen woman and play out the scenarios in private. Of course, the wetness
between her legs was not just from the slavering, drooling brute. She was
contributing too.
    She tried to protest, conscious of the cheering clamour of the pirates as
they looked on, but her bearded assailant was not going to stop. His tongue was
lashing at her, his lips enveloping her clitoris as he sucked it into his
mouth, holding it there somehow, extended , super
sensitive. Prudence began to tremble. Her breathing became deeper and her pulse
was racing. She tried to resist, to ignore the
sensations that were building within her. She was blowing now, short sharp
trembling exhalations of breath, trying to control herself. She felt a
tightening in her womb.
    “Please...” She gasped “please stop!” But he went on.
    Her resistance was failing her. “Please stop.” Her
voice tight in her throat, through clenched teeth. “No!” feeble, her
heart full of trepidation. She was going to embarrass herself if he didn’t
stop. In front of all these men, that strange, breathtaking upheaval would grip
her body and she knew she would struggle to control herself. This was so
different to before. Stretched out on her bed at home in the middle of the
night, her hand busy between her legs, slowly easing herself to that point,
gently, protracted, she would come and whimper gently as she was immersed in
the waves of pleasure, careful that she should not make too much noise less it
disturb her parents and alert them to her abominable actions. This time, his
assault on her was frantic, forceful and was driving her, remiss of her
consent, towards orgasm and she could do nothing to stop him.
    It happened so suddenly that it caught her by surprise. Before she knew
it a crushing climax gripped her and she felt herself thrash and shake, her
body convulsing with pleasure and she was aware of rasping wail singing out
around her. The sound was coming from her own lungs, the bearded brut between
her legs laughed raucously and then dropped her to her feet.
    Prudence staggered as she landed, her orgasm still not spent. Her knees
buckled and for a few moments she dropped to her haunches, as much as her arms
bound around the mast would allow, and endured her hypersensitive clitoris
throbbing between her legs, sporadically sending out aftershocks which made her
tremble and gibber. Her head hung low as she tried to hide her face and what
she felt must be the glaringly obvious ignominious behaviour of her sex. Oh!
How wretched she felt.  The pirates were making merry now, the bearded
brute was dancing in circles with several other pirates, a bottle of rum in his
grasp, celebrating his triumphant coercion over her. His beard was matted