But their joy was short-lived because, when they arrived at the camp, the fire was out, the camp was destroyed as if wild animals had trampled it, but worse... Mia had disappeared.

Mike's eyes scanned the area, searching for any clue of what had happened. The sand was messed up, and there were footprints everywhere. They weren't their own. "Pirates," he murmured, his face tightening with a mix of anger and concern.

"What?!" Emma's eyes widened with horror. "They took my mother!"

Mike nodded grimly. "I need you to stay here, okay? Don't move from this spot. I'll go and get her back."

"But how will you find them?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"I know these islands like the back of my hand, and I know how they operate. Trust me, I'll find them." He gave her a reassuring smile, trying to hide his own fear. He kissed her hard, leaving the taste of him on her lips, and then took off in the direction of the footprints, his muscles flexing as he sprinted through the sand.

The sun was just beginning to rise, casting long shadows over the beach. Mike could see the pirate's footprints; he knew that they led down to a shoreline. It was a miracle they hadn't spotted him and Emma earlier. He had to move fast.

He found their trail easily enough and followed it into the dense jungle. The air was thick with the scent of tropical flowers and the buzz of early morning insects. The sounds of the ocean were muffled by the foliage, replaced by the rustle of leaves and the distant calls of exotic birds.

As he moved deeper into the jungle, he could hear the faint sound of laughter and rough male voices. His heart raced with a mix of anger and fear as he approached the pirates' camp, where a small boat was tied up. He had to be careful. He couldn't just charge in and hope for the best; they were outnumbered, and he didn't know how many of them there were.

The camp came into view, and Mike's eyes narrowed as he spotted Mia, tied to a tree, her blonde hair matted. She looked terrified but alive. One pirate was busy around a fire, alone, cooking something that smelled like a mix of fish and...something else he couldn't quite identify.

He took a deep breath and prepared to make his move. He had to get Mia out of here without alerting the others. It was going to be risky, but he had no choice. He was going to save her, no matter what it took.

Mike grabbed a handful of sand and crept closer to the pirate, his eyes never leaving Mia. His heart pounded in his chest, and he could feel the sand slipping through his fingers as he tightened his grip. He waited for the perfect moment, watching the pirate's movements. When the pirate's back was turned, Mike sprang into action. He threw the sand into the air, creating a small cloud that momentarily blinded the man.

The pirate yelled in surprise, swinging his knife wildly. Mike ducked and rolled, his military training kicking in. He was on his feet in an instant, charging the pirate. They collided with a thud, and Mike grabbed the man's wrist, twisting it until he heard the satisfying snap of bone. The knife clattered to the ground, and the pirate crumpled to his knees, howling in pain.

Mike didn't waste a second. He rushed to Mia, his eyes flicking to the ropes that bound her. He used the pirate knife he had retrieved and began to saw at the thick ropes. "It's okay, I've got you," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the tension of the situation.

Just as he managed to cut through the last rope, a shadow fell over them. He looked up to see a second pirate emerge from the jungle, a knife glinting in his hand. The man was as tall as Mike and built just as powerfully, but there was something different about him. His skin was the same rich shade of brown, but his eyes were cold and calculating, a stark contrast to Mike's warm gaze.

For a tense moment, the two men stared at each other, the air thick with the promise of violence. Then, inexplicably, the newcomer's expression changed. The tension drained from his face, and he threw his head back, letting out a roar of laughter.

"Hurricane! You old dog, I never thought I'd see you again!" the pirate exclaimed.

Mike's eyes widened in shock, and then a grin spread across his face. "Weasel?"

The pirate stepped closer, sheathing his knife with a flourish. "The one and only," he said, extending a hand. "It's been what, one or two years?"

Mike took the hand, gripping it firmly. "Three. And I'm not here for a social visit, Weasel."

Weasel's grin grew wider, showing a set of surprisingly white teeth. "Oh, I see. You're on the job, I take it?"

Mike nodded, his expression serious once more. "I need to get her out of here."

Weasel looked at Mia, who was staring at the two men with wide eyes. He chuckled. "Ah, so that's how it is. You've always had a penchant for the dramatic, haven't you?"

Mike's grip on the knife didn't waver. "Weasel, I'm not kidding around. We need to get out of here now."

Weasel's eyes flicked from Mike to Mia and back again, his grin never leaving his face. "Ah, I see. You've picked up a bit of cargo, have you? Well, I can't say I'm surprised; you always did have a knack for stumbling into trouble." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But tell me, Hurricane, who's the lovely lady?"

Mike's hand tightened around the knife handle. "Her name is Mia, and she's... a friend." He didn't want to reveal too much about his relationship with Mia, not to Weasel.

Weasel's eyebrow arched. "A friend, you say?" His gaze raked over Mia, who had managed to get to her feet, though she was visibly shaking. "Well, she's certainly a fine piece of... cargo."

Mike stepped protectively in front of Mia. "Back off, Weasel. This isn't what it looks like."

Weasel chuckled, his eyes glinting with curiosity. "Oh? Do tell, old friend. What's your story this time?"

Mike took a step back, keeping Mia behind him. He needed to keep the conversation going to buy them time. "It's nothing you'd be interested in," he said, his voice low and even. "We met on their boat. I was just trying to get away from a fisherman who had an incomprehensible murderous urge toward me. You know, this kind of thing."

The Weasel's laugh boomed through the jungle, echoing off the trees. "Ah, yes. Those pesky fishermen and their murderous urges." He tapped Mike on the shoulder with a knowing smile. "And I'm sure that good fisherman had a wife or a fiancée, right?"

Mike couldn't help but laugh too. "Even a daughter, if you know what I mean." The tension between them dissipated, if only slightly.

Weasel's laughter grew louder, and he slapped Mike's shoulder hard enough to sting. "Oh, you always did have a way with words. But let me guess, this lovely lady just happened to be on the wrong boat at the wrong time?"

Mike laughed too, adding, "Anyway, we got caught in a storm, and I found myself here with this beautiful white woman all to myself." He knew Weasel would appreciate the irony of the situation. The pirate's eyes danced with amusement as he took in Mike's disheveled appearance and the stark fear etched on Mia's face.

Weasel waved his hand dramatically. "Ah, the classic tale of the dashing hero and the damsels in distress.

"How delightfully cliché." He stepped closer to Mia and took her hand, bowing low. "Pleasure to meet you, Mia. I'm Weasel."

Mia looked from Mike to Weasel, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Friend?" she murmured, her voice laced with skepticism.

Mike stepped aside, keeping his body between Mia and the pirate. "Yes, Weasel and I go way back. We grew up together on these very islands," he said, his voice steady despite the knot in his stomach. "We've had our...differences over the years, but he's not going to harm us."

Weasel's smile grew even wider, revealing more of his teeth. "Ah, the trusty Hurricane, always ready to jump to conclusions." He turned to Mia, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Don't let his fierce exterior fool you, Mia. Though I am a pirate, I'm as gentle as the creature I was named after."

Mike rolled his eyes but couldn't help the smirk that tugged at his lips. "Weasel was the fastest thief in the islands until he switched to piracy. And who's the guy I knocked out earlier?"

The Weasel let out a hearty laugh and pointed at the unconscious pirate. "That one's new," he said, jerking his thumb at the pirate. "He thinks he's tough because he can show off with a knife."

Mike couldn't help but chuckle. It had been a while since he'd heard Weasel's signature laugh, and it brought back a flood of memories from their childhood.

Weasel continued, "He's our new cook. We came this morning to see if there was anything left to eat at our old camp, and what did we find? A sleeping succulent mermaid." He winked at Mia, who looked utterly confused and a little horrified. "We just wanted to save her, but she didn't understand our concern, and we had to tie her to this tree."

Mia's eyes narrowed as she took in the pirate's words. "That's not true. You grabbed me by force," she spat out, her voice trembling with rage and fear.

Weasel's smile didn't fade. "You break my heart, Mia. Ah, but you see, we had such big plans for you."

Mike's expression darkened. He turned to Weasel and asked, "Does Motumbo know about the girl?"

Weasel nodded, his smile fading. "Alas, yes, the young cook wanted to be overzealous. Now Motumbo wants us to bring her in for 'questioning'."

Mia's eyes widened with horror. "Questioning? What kind of questioning?"

Mike's jaw clenched. "Don't worry about it," he told her, his voice firm. "Weasel, go wake your friend up. I need to explain our situation to Mia, and it'll go better if it's coming from me."

Weasel nodded and walked away to join the unconscious pirate. "Take what you need," Mike called after him. "But make it quick."

"Same as usual, boss. That way, no surprises. Take your time, lovebirds," Weasel replied.

Mia watched as Weasel bent down and slapped the pirate's face a few times, bringing him back to consciousness with a groan. The man looked around, his eyes widening when he saw Weasel standing over him with a knife. He stumbled to his feet, his expression shifting from confusion to fear.

Mike stepped closer to Mia, his eyes boring into hers. "The situation is going to get worse," he warned, his voice low and serious. "Their leader, Motumbo, is a real sadist. If we're going to get out of this, you need to do exactly what I say, no matter how shocking it seems.

"But above all, you're going to have to trust me; otherwise you and your daughter are lost. If you understand, nod your head."

Mia nodded slowly, her heart racing as she took in the gravity of the situation. Despite the chaos surrounding them, as always, she felt a strange comfort in his presence.

"Good," Mike said, his voice firm. "First, you should know that one of Weasel's jobs is to prepare the women for Motumbo."

Mia's heart sank at the revelation. The thought of what 'preparation' might entail sent a shiver down her spine.

Mike's eyes searched hers, and she could see the unspoken promise in them. He wouldn't let that happen to her. "No, Mike, please," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Everything, but not that. I'm only yours now."

He stepped closer, his hand gentle as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. "Then we're going to play a game, Mia," he murmured, his voice a low, reassuring rumble. "A dangerous game, but one that could save us all."

Her eyes searched his, desperation and fear mixing with a flicker of hope. "What kind of game?" she whispered.

Mike leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. "One where you have to let Weasel think he's won," he said. "You need to act scared but willing. Make him believe he has the upper hand."

Mia's eyes searched Mike's, the horror of what he was suggesting plain on her face. "What do you mean?"

Mike leaned in closer, his expression unwavering. "You're going to tell Weasel to go ahead and do what he wants, and he loves to ass-fuck his females," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "But here's the twist, Mia. You're going to suggest that we do it together. That way, you're not alone, and I can keep an eye on what's happening."

Mia's eyes widened in shock, but she nodded. "Okay," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "If you are sure, I will do it. I trust you."

Mike's face remained stoic. "I am, Mia. It's the only way to keep you safe. If Weasel thinks he's got what he wants, he won't go looking for more trouble."

Mike stepped back, his expression hardening. He turned to Weasel, who was watching them with a predatory smile. "Weasel," he said hoarsely. "She's ready. You can take her. But get the other pirate out of the way. That way, she'll be a little comforted."

Weasel punched the young pirate in the shoulder and pointed toward the jungle, then turning to them he said, "Well, the kid's going to get some supplies. He'll be good for an hour or two. Right, kid?"

The young pirate rubbed his shoulder with a scowl, glaring at Weasel. "Aye, Weasel," he grumbled before stomping off into the dense foliage.

Weasel winked at Mike, his voice thick with innuendo. "Look what I found at camp," he said, leering at Mia. "The same potent elixir your shaman grandpa used to 'treat' his lady patients. You must've had your hands full, keeping that fiery woman in line, Hurricane."

Mia's cheeks flamed with a mix of embarrassment and anger as Weasel thrust the bowl of massage oil at her. She took it, her trembling hands betraying her fear. Mike's gaze was intense, and she could see the silent plea in his eyes.

"You, slut," Weasel said, his voice as coarse as sandpaper. He pointed at Mia, his leer making her stomach churn. "Coat your holes with it," he instructed, his eyes raking over her body.

She knew it was the same oil they had used for their private moments before this nightmare began, but now it felt dirty and foreign. The irony of the situation was not lost on her. The very thing that had brought them pleasure was now a tool in this game of survival.

Mia looked up at Weasel, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and fear. "You're a monster," she spat out.

But Weasel just chuckled, his gaze raking over her body with a hunger that made her want to retch. "Choose, Mia," he said, his voice a low growl. "Your mouth or your twat.

"Or perhaps," he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear, "you'd prefer I take you up the ass?"

The words were a blunt assault, designed to strip away any semblance of dignity she had left. Yet, Mia found a strange strength within herself. She knew Mike was watching, waiting for her to play her part. She had to be strong for both of them.

Forcing a shaky smile, she looked up at Weasel through her lashes. "Oh, Weasel," she said, her voice dripping with feigned sweetness, "how gallant of you to give me a choice." She took a step closer to him, her heart racing as she held out the bowl of oil, her hand trembling slightly. "But why should I choose when I can have the best of both worlds?"

Weasel's eyes widened in surprise, his expression morphing into one of pure, unfiltered lust. "Both?" He chuckled, his gaze flicking to Mike and then back to Mia.

"Yes, both," Mia replied, her voice steady despite her racing heart. She had to sell this. For Emma's sake, for her own sake, she had to play the part.

Weasel's grin grew wider, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Ah, a greedy one," he said, his voice thick with lust. He grabbed the bowl of oil from her, his calloused hand brushing against hers. "Fine, I'll give you what you want. But remember, you're not in charge here."

Mike's jaw clenched as Weasel stepped closer to Mia, but he forced himself to stay put. He knew he had to let this play out. Weasel's hand slid around Mia's waist, his grip tightening as he pulled her against him. She gasped, the fear in her eyes unmistakable. But she didn't pull away, not even when Weasel's hand traveled up to cup her breast, his thumb flicking over the hardened nipple.

"So, which is it, skank?" Weasel's voice was a taunting drawl. "The back door or the main entrance? And since I'm a good sport, the other one will be for Hurricane as you want."

Mike's eyes blazed with icy fury. "Watch what you say, Weasel," he growled, his voice a deadly whisper. "She's still a lady, no matter how much you've lost touch with your own humanity."

Weasel's laugh was a deep, throaty sound that sent chills down Mia's spine. "Oh, don't worry, Hurricane. I know exactly how to handle your little whore." He leaned down and whispered into Mia's ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her neck. "I'm going to give it to you so good, you'll forget all about your precious hero over there."

Mike clenched his fists, the muscles in his jaw popping as he held back the urge to attack. He had to trust in their plan, as degrading as it was. Weasel's hand slid down Mia's body, reaching her sweet cunt. She bit her lip, stifling a cry as his fingers grazed her thigh. "The back door it is," he said, licking his lips. "I've always had a taste for the exotic, and nothing's more exotic than a tight little ass like yours."

Mia forced a whimper, playing the part perfectly. "Y-yes, Weasel," she stuttered, her voice shaking. "I'll do it. Just don't...hurt me."

Weasel chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with a malicious pleasure. "Oh, I won't hurt you, darling," he promised, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I will show you what it feels like to be claimed by a real man." He turned to Mike, a smug smile plastered on his face. "I hope you've taught her how to take it deep, Hurricane," he jeered. "I'm not one for gentle lovemaking."

Mike's teeth ground together, but he managed to keep his cool. He had to for Mia, for their plan to work. "Just remember, she's mine," he said, his voice a low growl. "You fuck with her, you fuck with me."

Weasel just laughed, his hand squeezing Mia's ass. "Don't worry, old friend. I'll just be borrowing her for a bit."

Mike clenched his jaw, trying to ignore the way Weasel's fingers were digging into Mia's soft flesh. He had to keep his cool; any misstep now would ruin everything.

Weasel's laughter grew even more raucous as he saw Mia's submissive posture. "See, Hurricane? Your little slut is eager for the plunder," he sneered, his hand squeezing Mia's ass cheek harder so that she winced. "Look at her, begging for it without even a whimper."

Mia, her cheeks stained with a mix of anger and fear, took a deep breath and played along. With trembling hands, she dipped her fingers into the bowl of oil, the liquid warm and slippery against her skin. She spread it over her trembling thighs, her eyes never leaving Mike's as she worked the oil into her skin with feigned enthusiasm. Her heart hammered against her ribcage, but she knew she had to keep her composure. For Emma's sake, she had to go through with this.

Her eyes filled with determination, she reached behind her and coated her ass cheeks with the oil, making sure to moan and gasp as if she enjoyed the feeling. Then, with a boldness she didn't know she had, she slid two fingers into her pussy, her face contorting in a mix of revulsion and fear. She could feel Weasel's gaze on her, his breathing growing heavier with each movement.

"Ah, now that's what I'm talking about," Weasel murmured, his voice thick with lust as he watched Mia's performance. He stepped closer, his hand sliding over her oiled skin, his thumb circling her anus.

"Looks like she's already warmed up for us," he said, his voice thick with lust. He stepped closer, his hand reaching for the bowl of oil. "Let's get this party started."

Without answering, Mia took a deep, shaky breath and, removing Weasel's hand, slid two of her lubricated fingers into her ass.

The sight of her doing this was more than Weasel could bear. He grabbed her roughly, spinning her around, and wanted to push her towards the trees. She stumbled, her legs weak with fear, but Mike stepped up, his hand firm on her waist to steady her. "Easy," he murmured, his voice a low, reassuring rumble that she felt more than heard.

Weasel's laughter grew louder, the sound of it grating on Mike's nerves. "You've always had a way with the ladies, Hurricane," he said, his eyes glinting with a dark amusement. "With you, we don't need the 'magic powder' to make them spread their legs."

"It's not a gift," Mike said through gritted teeth, "it's respect."

Mia nodded, understanding the unspoken message. She pressed her back against Mike's chest, her body trembling as Mike's calloused hand gripped her pussy, his rough fingers spreading her lips, which were beginning to swell despite her fear, to reveal her clit. She held back a gasp as he began to peck at her neck, kissing her with surprising gentleness, sending waves of pleasure through her.

Weasel's eyes never left them, his own arousal evident as he watched Mike's fingers dance over Mia's sensitive flesh. "Look at her, Hurricane," he taunted. "She's begging for it. She loves the way you treat her."

Mike ignored the pirate's words, his focus solely on Mia. He could see the conflict in her eyes, the fear warring with the unwanted pleasure he was coaxing from her body. He whispered into her ear, "Remember, it's just a game. We're going to get out of this." His voice was a soothing balm against the horror of the situation, and she nodded slightly, her breath hitching as his thumb brushed over her clit.

With a skill that betrayed years of practice, Mike's calloused thumb began rubbing Mia's clitoris in slow, deliberate circles, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan that tried to escape. To her dismay, she felt her body react, heat spreading through her.

Mia's breath hitched as Mike turned her around; his tongue started to trace a heated path across her skin. His teeth grazed her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Her moan grew louder as his mouth moved down her body. When he reached her breasts, he took one of her nipples between his teeth and gently tugged on it. She gasped, her back arching under his touch.

Weasel's eyes were glued to the scene, his lust palpable in the heavy air of the jungle. "Keep going," he urged, his voice gruff with need. "Show me how much she enjoys it."

Mike's teeth grazed Mia's nipple, eliciting a soft cry of pleasure that made Weasel's cock throb. He watched as Mike's hand moved in her soaked cunt, his thick fingers slipping into her tight channel with ease. Mia's body responded to his touch, her hips rocking against him as she sought more.

With a groan, Mike stepped back, his own arousal evident. He looked into Mia's eyes, his expression filled with a mix of hunger and determination. "It's time, baby," he said, his voice a deep rumble. "Show him what you can do."

Mia nodded, her face flushed with a mix of fear and arousal. She turned to Weasel, her eyes meeting his with a defiant glint. She dropped to her knees, her trembling hands reaching for his thick, hard cock. It stood proudly, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

"Looks like you're ready for a real woman, not one you have to pay to let you fuck her." She taunted, her voice filled with a bravado she didn't quite feel. She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as she stroked the shaft with her lubricated hands.

Mia's eyes never left Mike's, her mouth wrapping around Weasel's cock with a determination that belied her fear. She bobbed her head up and down, her cheeks hollowing with each stroke. Her tongue swirled around the head, coating it with her saliva.

Weasel's eyes rolled back in his head, his grunts of pleasure growing louder with each pass. "Ah, yes," he groaned, his hand tangling in Mia's hair as he guided her movements. "You're a natural at this, slut."

Mike watched, his own cock pointing to the sky as he fought the urge to take over. But he knew the stakes were too high. He had to wait, had to keep up the act. With a nod from him, Mia pulled away, her mouth glistening with Weasel's desire.

"Impale yourself," Mike said, his voice gruff as he laid down on the sand of the beach. His cock stood tall, a testament to his need for her, despite the situation.

Mia's heart raced as she positioned herself over Mike, her lubricated ass pointing towards Weasel. She knew she had to play the part, had to make him believe she was willing, but, lost in her own desire, was it really a part of the plan, or did she love being treated like a sexual object for these men? With trembling hands, she reached back and grabbed Mike's thick, rigid member. The oil made it slick, and she could feel the pulse of his desire under her grip.

With a deep breath, she lowered herself onto him, her tight snatch stretching around his cock. She bit back a moan as he filled her, the sensation overwhelmingly erotic. Mike's eyes never left hers, his expression a mix of rage and tenderness as she sank down onto him.

Weasel's eyes were glued to the scene, his lust-filled gaze watching as Mia's cunt almost swallowed Mike's entire length.

"Now, slut," Weasel said, his voice gruff with desire, "ride him like the whore you are."

Mia's eyes narrowed, but she did as instructed, her body moving in a way that was both sensual and degrading. She began to grind herself on Mike's cock, her hips gyrating in a slow, deliberate motion that had Weasel's eyes glazed over with lust.

The pirate's rough hands gripped her hips, forcing her down onto Mike's thick shaft until she was completely filled. She moaned, the sensation of being stretched to the brink of pain mingling with the intense pleasure that was building inside her.

Mia's eyes watered as Weasel's calloused hands yanked on her hair, making her arch her back. She could feel Mike's cock hitting her G-spot with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure rushing through her body.

"I am sure you're very tight, you slut," Weasel grunted, his cock swollen with lust. He pushed her forward, forcing her to crush her heavy breasts against Mike's chest, driving his cock deeper into her cunt. "You're going to love this, aren't you?"

Mia's face was buried in Mike's neck, her teeth sinking into his skin as she moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain. She could feel Weasel's hot breath on her back, his hands rough as they groped her breasts, pinching her nipples.

Weasel's cock, thick and menacing, prodded at her oiled anus. "Ready, slut?" He sneered, his voice thick with lust.

Mia's face was then pressed into the sand, the grit of it sticking to her sweat-slicked skin. The weight of Weasel's body was heavy on her back, and she could feel his cock sliding against her ass. She took a deep, shuddering breath, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to mentally prepare herself for the onslaught.

"You're so tight," Weasel grunted, his breath hot against her neck. "It's like fucking a virgin."

Mia's eyes watered, and she bit back a scream as Weasel's thick cock pushed into her ass. The pain was intense, but she knew she had to keep playing the game. Mike's nibble on her shoulder was almost comforting as he whispered, "You can take it, baby. Just think of me."

Weasel's cruel laughter filled the air as he began to thrust into her, his movements rough and punishing. "You were right, Hurricane," he said, his voice strained with effort. "Her ass is gold tier."

Mia's face was still buried in the sand, her eyes squeezed shut as she endured the pain. But she could feel Mike's warmth under her, his hands spreading her ass cheeks wide. The sensation was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but feel a gratitude that he was with her, that she wasn't alone in this.

"Take it all," Mike whispered in her ear, his teeth nibbling on her lobe. “You shouldn’t be ashamed to love this.” His voice was a seductive caress that sent a shiver down her spine, mixing with the pain of Weasel's violent thrusts. And as much as she hated to admit it, she did like it. The feeling of being filled so completely. The way that every thrust from Weasel reminded her that she had Mike’s cock completely buried inside her.

Mia's pussy was so tight around Mike's cock, her inner muscles clenching and releasing in time with Weasel's brutal rhythm. Despite the sand biting into her skin, she found a strange comfort in Mike's words. His voice was like a beacon in the storm, guiding her through the darkness.

Each time Weasel pushed in a little deeper, she could feel Mike's cock hit her g-spot, the pleasure building and mixing with the pain. The feeling of fullness was intoxicating, and she found herself moving her hips in time with the pirate's brutal strokes.

Mia's moans grew louder, more desperate, as she felt her body betray her. She was close, so close to climaxing, and she knew it would only make Weasel more excited. She clenched around Mike, her pussy tightening around his cock as she rode him.

The sensation of being filled by two men, of being used and degraded, was something she had never experienced before. But here, on the beach, with the sound of waves crashing against the shore, it was a reality that she couldn't escape.

Weasel's cock pounded into her ass, stretching her to the limits of what she thought she could take. The sand ground into her face, the gritty feel a stark contrast to the slickness of the oil on her skin. Mike's cock, buried deep inside her cunt, stoked the fires of her desire, each thrust sending her spiraling closer to the edge.

Mia's moans grew more desperate, her body responding to the depraved act she was being forced to perform. The feeling of being torn apart and filled at the same time was an agony she never knew could be so sweet. And as Weasel's grunts grew more urgent, she felt her orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure and pain that threatened to shatter her.

"Look at her, Hurricane," Weasel taunted, his grip on her hips tightening as he drove into her ass. "She's loving it."

Mike's eyes were locked on Mia's, his jaw clenched with a mix of anger and desire. He knew they had to play along, had to make Weasel believe she was enjoying this as much as he was. And as he watched her body convulse around his cock, her muscles tightening in pleasure, he had to admit she was doing a damn good job.

Weasel's cock buried deep into Mia's ass, he lifted her pelvis slightly. It was the signal Mike had been waiting for. With a low growl, he began to thrust into her, his movements matching the pirate's rhythm.

With a growl, Mike slammed into her, his cock pumping deep and hard. His teeth grazed her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "You like that, don't you, tramp?" Weasel asked, his voice a dark rumble. "Two big, black cocks filling you up."

Mia's eyes widened as she felt the dual penetration, her body responding in ways she had never imagined. The sensation was intense, the pleasure almost too much to bear. Weasel's taunts grew more vulgar, his language crude as he reveled in her body's response.

Mia's eyes rolled back in her head, and she couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her lips. The pain and pleasure were a whirlwind of sensation, and she felt her orgasm building with every crude word he spat at her. Her cunt clenched around Mike's cock, her muscles rippling as she neared the edge.

Mia's body tensed, her muscles tightening around both cocks, and she couldn't hold back anymore. With a keening cry, she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her like a hurricane. It was the most intense, mind-blowing climax she had ever experienced. Her body spasmed, her cunt and ass clamping down on the thick, invading cocks.

Weasel's taunts grew even more lewd, his voice a grating soundtrack to the depraved scene. "That's it, floozy," he hissed. "Take it like a champ." His thrusts grew more frantic, his grip on her hips bruising as he chased his own release.

Mike watched as Mia's body undulated between them, her eyes glazed over with a mix of pain and pleasure. He knew he had to keep his cool, had to make sure their plan didn't fall apart. But as he felt her tight cunt squeezing around his cock, he couldn't help but lose himself in the moment.

"Looks like you're enjoying this, Hurricane," Weasel said, his voice thick with lust. "It's like old times, isn't it?" He smacked Mia's ass hard, making her yelp. "Remember those days when we used to hunt these bitches for fun?"

Mike's eyes narrowed, but he didn't miss a beat. "Oh, I remember," he said, his voice filled with mock nostalgia. "Back when we had nothing better to do than fuck our way through the islands." He thrust deep into Mia, her body jolting at the sudden intrusion.

Weasel's grin grew even wider as he watched Mia's body respond to their combined assault. "You always did have a taste for the finer things in life," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's no wonder you picked this one."

Mia's breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes glazed over with a mix of passion and horror. The two men had turned her from a trembling victim into a writhing sexual plaything, and she hated how much her body was enjoying it. The pleasure was a betrayal, a white-hot flame that burned away her fear and replaced it with a fierce need for more.

Weasel's taunts grew cruder, his voice a harsh counterpoint to the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. "Look at her," he sneered to Mike, "the way she's begging for it. We've turned her into a real cock-hungry cumdump."

Mike clenched his jaw, his eyes never leaving Mia. He knew she was putting on an act; even though he'd taught her to love being submissive to him, she couldn't possibly love being treated like this. Yet her passionate reaction couldn't be faked; she couldn't possibly play it that well.

Weasel's eyes were alight with triumph, watching as Mia's transformation unfolded before him. "You see, Hurricane," he goaded, his strokes into her ass growing more flakier. "She's a natural-born whore."

Mike's gaze remained steadfast on Mia's, the fiery passion in her eyes unmistakable. Despite the situation, she had become a force of nature, a succubus craving the very degradation she was being subjected to. And suddenly, her moans grew louder, her body writhing like a snake caught in a fiery dance.

The two men had found a rhythm that kept her on the edge, her orgasm a never-ending wave of sensation that crashed over her again and again. Then she looked straight into his eyes, and he knew. She loved doing this because she was doing it with him as Mia's lips formed a silent 'I love you.'

Weasel's grunts grew more frantic, his strokes into Mia's ass becoming less controlled. The pirate's face contorted into a mask of lustful pleasure as he pounded into her, her moans egging him on. "Fuck, you're going to make me cum," he growled, his grip on her hips tightening.

Mia's eyes rolled back in her head, the pleasure overwhelming. Her body was a live wire, every nerve ending on fire as she felt herself being used by the two men. She had never felt so degraded, so utterly consumed by lust. Yet, in the throes of passion, she found a strange empowerment. Her body was responding in ways she never knew possible, each thrust pushing her closer to another peak.

Later, looking back on the moment, Mia would be unable to remember the number of orgasms she had during that torrid sex session, but suddenly she felt Weasel's thrusts become more erratic before he groaned loudly as he emptied himself deep inside her.

Weasel leaned down to kiss her neck, saying, as if it were the ultimate compliment, "Mike was right, you're a great lay. I even think our boss will keep you for a while before selling you to a brothel." Then he withdrew from her ass.

Mia, lost in her pleasure, didn't understand the meaning of these words until a few moments later when Weasel parted her hair to slip a leather ribbon around her neck and tied it like a collar on a dog.

Weasel stepped back, his eyes gleaming with victory. "There you go, Bella," he said, using the nickname Motumbo had given his new slut over the phone. "You officially belong to the captain now." He winked at Mike. "But don't worry, Hurricane. I'm feeling generous. You can have one last go at her." He slapped Mia's ass, sending a fresh wave of pain and pleasure through her. "Consider it a reward for being such a good hole. Enjoy Hurricane's cock because this is the last time you'll have him inside you. Good fucking, lovebirds."

Incredulous, Mia felt tears rolling down her cheeks as if she knew deep down that Weasel was telling her the truth.

And it was while crying that she pressed both hands on Mike's chest before straddling him like Calamity Jane or Annie Oakley. Her stomach slapped more and more violently against Mike's thighs as an orgasm even stronger than usual rose within her, as if fate wanted to give her a magnificent farewell gift so that she would never forget that, contrary to what the leather band around her neck announced, she belonged to only one man: Mike.

She turned her head towards him. It was when she saw his face, expressing a contradictory mixture of intense pleasure but frozen in a fury such that one could have believed there was a monstrous storm raging in Mike's eyes, that Mia understood at that moment why his nickname was Hurricane.

Mike's face softened as he saw the love in Mia's eyes. He then tenderly took her head and leaned it forward. Kissing her like a lover with his beloved, he finally released himself, pouring a tumultuous stream into Mia's welcoming snatch.

"I'm sorry for what you're going to have to endure, but I promise to protect you and your daughter, on my word as a gentleman."

"I believe you, Mike. Know that no matter what happens, I will be yours forever."

This wonderful moment, as if suspended in time, was abruptly interrupted by Weasel's thunderous laughter, mocking him: "Fucking hurricane, you really have the gift of being a true 'Jinetero'.

"She has exactly the same eyes as that redheaded student you 'picked up' in a Cayo Jutias nightclub last time we worked together."

"Remember, it was the little slut who gave you a blowjob as a farewell thank you, even though she was hearing me selling her cheap to some filthy brothel in the fishing port."

Before she even had time to realize it, Mia was yanked from Mike's cock and quickly found herself bound by her wrists and ankles.

While he finished immobilizing her, Weasel continued in a calm, professional tone, as if it were normal to prepare a woman like a chicken for the oven.

"While you two finish saying your goodbyes, I've got the captain." He laughed, adding, "I won't hide from you that he wasn't jumping for joy knowing you were still alive, Hurricane. On the other hand, he's glad you succeeded in your mission, even if it took longer than expected.

"He also adds that it would have been easier to find you if, in his own words, you had used your head and not your cock. We had a hard time convincing your friend, the 'famous' fisherman, to tell us where he left you.

"His daughter is quite a cutie, by the way. I understand why you were tempted because she has a fiery temper. Especially since we went back to the old method of 'taming' her since you were no longer there. Don't worry, it will be useful in her and her mother's 'new' job, hehe.

"Okay, the boss orders you to deliver the other slut here tonight. I'm dying to know if you trained her daughter as well as that cum hole she was born from.

"Bring her back and don't make a fuss. You know I'm sentimental; it won't give me pleasure to hurt you, Hurricane."

Mike didn't reply, just nodded. He left for the forest, then, turning around, said. "Tell Motumbo I'll have another present too. Just so he sees I'm ready to bury the hatchet." Then he was gone, leaving Mia, trussed up like a turkey but mostly shocked by Weasel's revelation, realizing she'd been the butt of the joke since the beginning.

"I hope for your sake that he doesn't try anything stupid. The last time I had to hurt him, he limped for a week... and I'll hold you responsible."

In response, Mia spat on him. Laughing and without wiping himself, Weasel said, "Well, we're going to have fun with you, that's for sure. But rest assured, I've broken some tougher ones, believe me."

He left her there and went to serve himself some food in peace, waiting for the young pirate to return before delivering Mia to the famous Motumbo.

As he returned to camp, Mike reflected on the situation. It wasn't a bright spot. Mia was captured, Emma no match for the experienced pirates. No, her only chance lay in the contents of the suitcase he had hidden at the beginning of their adventures.

He set out with a determined step to find it.

Emma looked up when she heard a noise, but instead of seeing Mike returning with his mother, it was a grim-looking Mike, as if ready to kill someone, who returned to camp... alone.

"Your mother was captured not by pirates but by slavers. And they're very good. I know because I was part of their gang before leaving, disgusted by this life."

Emma covered her mouth with her hands to keep from screaming in horror. Once again, Mike was impressed by the young woman's courage when she told him. "So what do we do now? I can see in your eyes that you have a plan. No need to go it alone; we're doing this together."

"Be careful, princess. This isn't a game. You can lose more than your virginity there. Are you willing to risk becoming a slave to a gang leader before he sells you to a seedy brothel when he's had enough of you?"

"Stop scaring me, Mike. I just told you, we're going to do this together."

"Okay, Princess. Do you see this?" Mike said, opening his hand and showing her a small bag of white powder. "It's called 'Pink Dream.' It's an aphrodisiac drug that slavers use to 'control' their slaves. With a small dose, a woman can only think about spreading her legs and sucking cock. Above all, you avoid taking it. There's only one cure: fuck until the drug is eliminated from your body."

"Okay, understood, but I don't really see what use this will be."

"That's where it's funny. While this drug sets your pussy on fire, making you just good for getting stuffed in every hole by men. On us it has a hypnotic effect. We become like zombies."

"Okay, so we just have to make them swallow this shit, and that's it."

"It won't be that simple. Their leader, Motumbo; his second-in-command, Weasel; and a few others are immune to the drugs. I'll take care of them, and you'll manage the rest of the crew."

"No worries, you can count on me."

"Emma," Mike said, with the most serious expression she'd ever seen him wear. "For this to succeed, you have to promise me that you'll leave if I order you to, and without question or looking back."

"I promise, Mike."

Mike wasn't convinced by Emma ​​but didn't show it to her. But he trusted her to make the right decision if things went south.

As he was preparing small bags of drugs for the evening, Mike suddenly felt Emma's hand slide over his biceps, then down his stomach before reaching his cock. He felt the young woman's warm breath on the back of his neck as she began to gently jerk him off.

"I want you," she whispered in his ear. Mike leaned back so she could kiss him, which she happily did. Then, playfully, she flipped him over so he was lying on his back. She moved forward on all fours on top of him, her heavy breasts caressing his face. She didn't stop until she was completely on top of him. With her mouth slightly open, she began licking the head of his penis. Then, as if driven by a consuming hunger, she swallowed him down to his pubic bone.

Her pussy was perfectly poised above Mike's face. He wasn't outdone, already forcing her to sit on his face. His voracious mouth sucked her clitoris before his thick tongue plunged deep inside her twat.

They savored each other's treasures with their mouths for a few minutes of pure bliss. Then, recklessly, Emma, releasing Mike's cock, continued forward. She straddled Mike's abs and, wedging his cock between her legs, began to masturbate herself with it. She slid her wet pussy up and down, coating it with her moisture.

She felt Mike stiffen and struggle not to dominate her and submit her to his will as he had the day before. Then, whispering as if to herself, "I'm sorry, Mike. I am not ready for...more." And she sat up to ass-fuck herself on the cock that had become her world, the world where she was a student in love with her teacher who had taught her to love sex.

Mike was so surprised by the young woman's audacity that he was obliged to close his eyes and concentrate to keep from ejaculating immediately. This was the moment Emma had been waiting for to steal a bag of drugs without his knowledge. Then, in a voice husky with sexual pleasure, she said, "Mike, let go; you need this, my love. Use me to release your tension. Empty yourself deep inside me."

And for the first time in a very long time, Mike accepted an order. His cock twitched as he began to come inside her.

Mike then said, without even realizing it, "Thank you, Coconut. I love you," while sending powerful jets of hot cum deep into her bowels. Surprised, Emma turned around and saw that Mike had dozed off. His face was calm and serene, as if she had managed to pierce his armor and allowed him to make peace with himself.

She leaned over her sleeping love, brushing her lips against his, whispering, "Sleep, my love; I'll be here when you wake up."

And it wasn't until sunset that Mike woke up to Emma cuddled up against him. Waking her gently, he whispered, "This is the last time you can refuse if you want."

He didn't need her to say anything, as he saw the determination in her eyes. She was like an Amazon ready to go into her first battle.

"All right, Princess. Let's go, remember. You must never use the powder on yourself. Do you understand?"

She looked at him with the expression of a cheeky little girl who has something stupid on her mind but is acting like a good girl in front of her parents.

Laughing, Mike said, "Come on, it's time to go see Motumbo and his pirates. But above all, let's save your mother."