I tried to sit up, but I felt weak. I groaned again. Hands lifted me up, and water was placed to my mouth. I drank until it was taken away. "Enough" a...voice said. I forced my eyes to open, and looked into the face of the captain. "What is your name?" he asked me. I groaned again. He gave me more water to drink."Zia" I said."Welcome back. I will bring you some food."While he was gone, I looked around. I was still chained to the stake, but we were somehow some where else, in a valley completely. Iwant you to orgasm really hard. Can you do that for me baby?" she askedwhile one of her hands had made its way down to my vulva. She startedto delicately diddle my molten slit, working my new sexual equipment asa concert violinist plays a Stradivarius.My eyes rolled up into my head. My toes clenched so tightly that Ithought a bone might break, and my back arched so hard my head bangedon the rim of the bathtub, with my legs as rigid as steel girders.I screamed, "Uhgnooof!" in my glass. It's exciting! I was... worried about it, at first. I was worried that I was just being... used. But it's not like that! It's sweet and gentle and good. And even when it's not-so-gentle, it's still good," she said, giggling. Her body shook in my arms, from her giggling."I worried about it, too," I confessed, "when Tess started talking about it." I knew it was her idea," Kim said."It didn't take much arm-twisting, for me to go along," I told her, squeezing her little breast gently."I'm glad. Her pussy was warming up to her touch and her mind was beginning to settle down. It’s just for fun, she kept reminding herself as her finger delicately traced the swollen lips of her pussy; swollen now from friction as opposed to excitement. She slipped a finger into the moist canal and could feel Don’s cum flow down across her knuckle and dribble out. The outer edges of her cunt may have been a little worn, but her g-spot was still alive with lust as she rubbed her fingertip across it. She.