He'd watched as there was one man who was wandering among the men as they practised correcting stances and giving instructions. He was clearly a fight...r and probably of his mothers order judging by the fact that he was completely unarmed.His mother had once told him that only three types of people who went without weapons, fools, mages and those that didn't need them. This man clearly fitted in to the last category.When his mother came out from visiting the captain, she'd greeted the stranger. Tom insists that I have another serving and I decline. Mark looks at me, but again, I politely decline. Kate bales me out by suggesting we play a game that they usually play around the table. The problem with the game is that I win and Tom ALWAYS wins the game.After that dinner, Kate brushes against me as we pass each other in the house. At first, I don't think anything of it, but usually women are very good about avoiding touch in those situations.Kate brushed against me three more times that. I wanted to feel the other cock inside me. I spread my legs and opened my soaking wet pussy wide for him. He smiled and knelt down between my legs. The tip of both of his thick vieney cocks made their own way to each of my holes and teased them.They were luke-warm and slippery as he massaged both of my tight holes. Then all of a sudden he thrust both of them inside me in one go. I've never been DPed before and the sensation was incredible. It was such a tight fit and so deep I felt like he was. She cupped them, hefting them towards Thrak. “Pierce her, Master.”“Yes,” I gasped, my pussy clenching out of fright and desire. I shivered, shook as he brought the needle closer, the point gleaming sharp. “Oh, Gods.”I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't want to watch. Thyrna licked my neck up to my ear. “Relax, Mistress. He loves you. He won't hurt you.”“I won't,” Thrak said and then proved those words a lie.“Las's pus-filled cock!” I screamed as the needle pierced through my nipple. I quivered, my.