“Tad!”

“That’s Pirate Tad to you, you little whore.”

My heart beats harder. He knows I love the dirty words. Whore and slut and trollop. All of them, they make me crazy and wet. They make me come. “Please, no!” But I shiver in his arms as a cool breeze floats by.

“Loose women got the stocks,” Tad growls, carrying me around the corner. Even as I thrash and protest, he sets my head and shoulders in the hollow half moons of the wooden stocks and sets the top down over me. I am trapped. Tad tugs at my tiny shorts and gets them around my knees. My panties join them and I am dizzy from want. I push my ass back at him, begging him to use me. Whatever he wants, however he wants. I’m trapped and helpless and his. All his. His loose woman.

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