Terry And The Pirates: Punishment for two, pleasure for three (Patreon)

1942: Pat Ryan, his old flame Normandie Drake, and her daughter Merrily have fallen in among the Chinese guerrillas led by the Dragon Lady. While innocently at play, Merrily startles the Dragon Lady, who attacks her. Seeing the confrontation, Normandie strikes the Dragon Lady. Now she faces the consequences of her foolhardy action…

Lai had been quick to outline how Normandie would pay for what she had done.

In many ways, she was getting off light. Lai would still be allowing her and Merrily to stay with the guerrillas. There would be no whips, no lashings, not even being sent to bed without supper. It shamed Normandie that Lai was far more merciful than her husband. All Lai wanted was to keep Normandie for a time, bound and gagged in one of the wardrobes Lai traveled with.

Lai, of course, agreed. She asked only that she could get Merrily situated before she began her penance. Of course, she was a little concerned Lai might keep her in the wardrobe forever—the Dragon Lady had also stipulated that Normandie tell Pat nothing of her punishment. But Normandie wasn’t too worried. She knew that if she went missing for long, Pat would tear up the camp to find her.

So she allowed Lai to tie her up and gag her, telling herself it would only be for a short while. Once locked up in the wardrobe, she shuffled around to make herself comfortable, closed her eyes, and tried to keep a disciplined, even-keeled mind. If she didn’t allow her thoughts to run away from her, she knew she could stay in here for hours—far beyond the time it would take for the Dragon Lady to be satisfied she’d paid for her ‘crime.’

She actually managed to drift off, thinking of Pat and taking comfort in the memory of him. When she awoke, the light was on in Lai’s tent—it shone into the wardrobe through the slatted teak that made up the doors. Normandie blinked her eyes open, got them to focus, and found herself automatically looking through the slats to see what had woken her. The bed was placed right under the looming wardrobe and Normandie was suddenly looking upon Pat and Lai. She gasped through her gag to see them naked. Her eyes bulged to see them fucking.

Normandie suddenly felt dizzy. She had to lean against the wall of the wardrobe before she could steady herself. Then she feared Pat would see her, but in the dark of the wardrobe and with him so preoccupied, she was virtually invisible.

But why should I care if he sees me? She asked herself. He’s the one who should want to hide this from me!

She wanted to shout and scream and kick around until Pat realized she was there, but she couldn’t move, could barely breathe—not when she was watching this lascivious scene unfold before her. Pat lay on his back, his swollen prick thrust upward with lust, almost all of it sunken into Lai’s mouth. She was sucking him off!

Normandie watched her man lying there, the same overjoyed expression on his face as when she fondled him. But he looked far more joyous at the moment. She’d only felt his big cock through his trousers; Lai was sliding it in and out of her hot, wet mouth. Normandie craned her head for a better look as it flashed in and out of view. She was finally seeing Pat’s bare erection, but only because the Dragon Lady was bobbing her head so enthusiastically on it.

He’s going to come in her mouth! Normandie thought as she watched it. She didn’t know why she kept watching, knowing that was going to happen—why she just lay there like a lump, her body frozen? Lai hadn’t said anything about Normandie having to sit through this. Surely, if Pat knew what was really behind whatever seduction Lai had hung on him, he would put his foot down! Lai would have to call off Normandie’s punishment and have her ‘relationship’ with Pat soiled.

But Normandie did nothing to call attention to herself. Part of it was embarrassment at being caught in these circumstances, but part of it was the avalanche of thoughts coming down on her confused mind. She wondered how it felt to the Dragon Lady to be fucking a man who belonged to someone else. Pat had made it very clear that she was the love of his life. And yet Normandie didn’t have his cock in her mouth, had never had his cock in her mouth.

Normandie had thought that only she had a hold on Pat’s heart, but now she was realizing that Lai—and probably many other women with the Dragon Lady’s luscious looks—could have an effect on him. However much he loved her, it could only mean so much compared to the passion that Lai could summon up!

Normandie realized that the longer she did nothing, the harder it would be to change the course of the evening. Her sense of outrage was slipping away—she could see how much Lai was enjoying herself and Normandie couldn’t blame her, couldn’t blame Pat either. She was the one who’d denied herself this bliss, time and time again. And now she was beginning to feel like a peeping tom, watching them unawares, even if the Dragon Lady had wanted that outcome.

And to her horror, Normandie began to feel herself being overtaken by the sensuality of what was happening before her eyes. It was evident that Pat was about to come, about to ejaculate into Lai’s busily sucking mouth. Normandie held her breath while she waited for it to happen. How would the Dragon Lady take it? Would she enjoy it, be outraged—maybe even want him to come on her face instead? Normandie would’ve wanted that, if she were in Lai’s place… for Pat to mark her as no other man ever could.

But Lai had her own plans, with Pat ready to come. She thrust back her inky hair and Pat’s swollen endowment popped out of her mouth, flecks of saliva coming off it as it twitched in the air.

“You’ve taken enough pleasure from me,” Lai proclaimed. “It is time for the Dragon Lady to get just as much out of this rendezvous!”

“Sure thing, hon,” Pat grinned sarcastically. “I’ll just go and fuck your hair out.”

Still grinning, he seized hold of the Dragon Lady and threw her down onto the bed beside him before mounting him. Lai squealed, quite undignified, and gave him a haughty look.

“You take great liberties with your hostess!” she announced.

“Somehow I think it’ll be a good long time before you register an objection!”

And it was just as clear to Normandie that the Dragon Lady liked being manhandled.

Now had to be the time to stop what was happening if it was going to be stopped at all. Normandie was about to start pounding on the wardrobe and yelling when suddenly something caught her attention.

The Dragon Lady’s pussy.

Lai had opened her legs when Pat thrust her down onto her back and Normandie found herself staring right at her sex. The woman had no pubic hair. Not that Normandie was ignorant of how little a thatch Asian women had, but the lady was absolutely hairless. And then Normandie realized she had never really seen another woman naked—especially not gaping open the way Lai was.

Being a woman herself, Normandie of course knew what a naked female body looked like. Nevertheless, she found herself staring at the bright pink slit flared open between Lai’s shapely thighs. The lack of body hair made everything there all the more prominent—so different from her own conservative and censorious pubic hair.

But Normandie could still tell that Lai was wet, wet as Normandie had only been when fresh from the shower. Oh, she’d gotten a slick feeling alright, especially with Pat—never with Tony—but when had it ever been as excessive as it had to be with Lai? The woman was practically dripping!

It was Pat. Lai had allowed herself to indulge with Pat and here was her reward. Normandie knew how good it felt to have a light little coating of morning dew; how must it feel to have it trickling down your thighs like the Dragon Lady?

To her astonishment, Normandie felt her own sex heating up, watching what the two lovers were doing. She wished she were on that bed with Pat, about to have the hell fucked out of her like the Dragon Lady was.

Pat’s fingers felt at the glistening inner flesh of the Dragon Lady, pushing aside her labia and reaching into her glossy pink folds. Normandie saw Lai’s body jerk as she was opened up and entered, but that was just a prelude for her taking his cock. It still jutted, big and potent, from his muscular loins.

Normandie’s hands were bound, but they were free enough to go down to her groin. She whimpered into her gag when she pressed down on her soft pubic mound, trying to smother the flames being stoked there. But they only got worse. Her nostrils flared, her breathing roughening, and she feared that Pat would hear her. But he only had eyes for Lai.

“Okay, Lai,” Normandie heard him say. “Let’s see how much cock a dragon can take.”

“Quit bragging and give it to me!” Lai panted. “This dragon’s cunt is about to burn up!”

Pat fit his tremendously engorged prick to Lai’s sex. Normandie watched it thrust aside her tender pink pussy lips and start into her depths. God, they’re really doing it right in front of me!

And she wanted them to. She wanted to watch. It didn’t matter that it was Pat Ryan, didn’t matter that it was the Dragon Lady. All that mattered was the sex. Normandie wasn’t jealous. In fact, she wanted Lai to get fucked hard. So long as she could watch.

And somehow enjoy some tiny taste of what they were experiencing. As Normandie watched Pat drive himself relentlessly into the Dragon Lady’s cunt, she realized how starved she’d been of sex. She’d done her best to do without, but the time spent with Pat had built her urge to a fever pitch. And now the lewd spectacle Lai was putting on was pushing it even further, turning the heat inside her pussy into an inferno!

“Mmmmm,” Normandie sighed through her gag as she slipped her bound hands into her slacks and began to fondle herself. It wasn’t something she thought about doing. Her hands seemed to slip down on the aura of wetness she felt between her legs. By the time she realized what was happening, it was too late to stop. Or at least, impossible for her to want to.

The feeling of her fingers entering her inviolate cunt was more than enough to let loose her raging need. She’d been denied too long and seeing Lai’s pleasure was giving a form, a voice, to just what it was she needed.

Then a loud moan jolted her out of her own rapture. She looked back through the slats to see Pat fucking wildly into the Dragon Lady’s bare cunt. His long, powerful erection pumped relentlessly into her, dripping wet with her juices and getting wetter every time it went in.

That looks wonderful! Normandie thought, again wishing her hungry pussy was the one getting fed Pat’s hard dick. She tried to reach her fingers further into her inner passage, but she couldn’t reach, not with the bindings around her wrists. But maybe, if she got her pants unzipped, then she’d have more room to maneuver. Groaning inwardly as she was forced to pull her hands away from her groin, she quickly flipped open the catch and jerked down the zipper.

Her pants fell, pushed down by Normandie’s bound hands and wiggling down her shimmying legs. She only got them down around her ankles—Lai had been sure to tie Normandie’s ankles too. Still, now all that held her cunt was her panties.

Normandie leaned forward to better see the madly fucking couple, her hands disappearing inside her underwear. She moaned aloud, trusting the gag to bury the noise, as she twisted her hands around painfully until she could slip two fingers into her tight sex.

Inside herself, she stroked and curled them up and down. Her hips ground forward as if she were making it with the Invisible Man, but sight wasn’t what was missing from her lover. No, sight was all she had of Pat—the Dragon Lady had the rest.

She had never been fucked like that, Normandie thought regretfully, and not for lack of trying. Pat was as hard as a rock, pistoning ceaselessly in and out of Lai’s cunt. Normandie actually leaned her weight against the door, ignoring how it creaked, so she could get a better look at his steely manhood pounding the Dragon Lady for all she was worth.

And she’s enjoying every bit of it, Normandie realized. Her juices had gushed over both her lap and Pat’s. His curly pubic hairs were wet, plastered to his groin. And Normandie was wet too, her fingers audibly sluicing inside herself as she masturbated—something that had never happened on the rare instances she’d tried self-exploration before. She added another finger, hoping it would be more like the big cock Lai was getting.