But it was a different story with Pal.Two days and nights move slowly when the deadly loneliness of a locked room is the entirety of your world. Pal g...ew restless and nervous long before Paul came for her. She almost welcomed the breaking of the monotony, even though it meant more degradation and humiliation -- more performances that she would lie and regret and hate herself for when she was locked again in the lonely room for another two days.As Paul saw her weakness -- her absolute phobia. The captain shouted for them to clean me and take me to his cabin. Rough hands scrubbed drying seed from my body and then oiled my firm and muscular body. I was my tribe's champion and now I was worse than a whore.Despite myself I felt my rod harden before their ministrations. I felt even lower that my cock that had debauched a 1000 enemy women in my 18 years was hard from the touch of men.I was lead naked and hard into the captain's cabin. He looked at me and smiled. " Now you know you are no. Oh... why won't she penetrate me already!? I need it! I need it soooo desperately! I need her inside of me worse than a man crossing the desert needs water. I need it more than anything I've ever needed. I couldn't have ever been prepared for the primitive yet powerful urges of a horse in heat, and my will is easily crumbling before it...But my male ego is still there. Still fighting for control. Still trying to find a way to escape this situation.I'm just shaking off the effects of my body's. " With that statement Gillis slipped a hand under the overhanging swell of her huge tits and hefted it. "Just these alone will bring the guys running and along with these," he squeezed both breasts in turn, "you have a pretty face and the sexiest mouth I've ever seen." Reverend Gillis. You're embarrassing me. I'm not pretty... not sexy." Tell me dear, are you a virgin?" Uh... oh," and the girl's cheeks flamed scarlet, "of course I am." Why do you say 'of course'?" Because... like... I don't.