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This story is the 2nd part of Stacy's Voyage, a bawdy tale that has
sex, spanking, dancing, pouting, bondage and revenge. If you can't handle sex
stories, run for your lives!
This story is a tribute to the mythical world of Romance Novels, where
the s/m themes run deep yet never are explored. This tale gets silly but I
hope you enjoy it as much as my wife and I have enjoyed writing it. Feel free
to archive, re-post and critique just please spell my name right <g> Also
visit my site at http://members.aol.com/Lord Shon/index.html so that I can see
if I should make an archive of my stories for future generations. Enough web
hits and I will feel it's my duty to do so.
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Stacy's Revenge
She woke slowly, first remembering her tender thighs. Lying beside Sea
Tiger she watched the sun shine down upon his slumbering form in bed,
illuminating his golden body. She traced with a soft fingertip the elaborate
tattoo on his left arm. Stacy was fascinated with the picture of the tigers
roughly mating. The way the male had the female's neck within his teeth
reawoke a fire in Stacy. Although last night had been satisfying to the point
of exhaustion, she looked on Tiger and considered awakening him with her
urgency. To feel him inside her was to feel whole and to not have that true
oneness was to be as empty as the sea.
Dierdre lay on the other side of him. Her long dark hair fanning over the
bed, spilling onto Tiger and herself. Stacy bitterly remembered the other
evening. Stacy had brought Tiger to the point of pleasure using only light
lappings with her tongue. He had been maddened by the tantilizing sensations
and was almost to the point where he would pick her up, throw her to the bed,
and rut her like a heaving maddened bull. This she had worked so hard for and
then that strumpet Deirdre had interfered!
That long haired hussy had come behind Tiger and let her shining black hair
fall over him and Stacy. Stacy begrudgingly adimitted to herself how
wonderous it felt, like cat's breath it brushed her face, her shoulders,
teasing her
breasts, stroking the jeweled clamps and sweeping over her back. Tiger and
Stacy had no choice in pausing, Dierdre had commanded their attention and
took full advantage of the situation. Stacy had had to satisfy herself with
Dierdre's mouth while she watched Tiger's beautiful member impale Dierdre.
Only much later, when Deirdre was sated and asleep could Stacy enjoy Tiger's
pleasures herself. Damn the wench, she shouldn't have had to wait!
Stacy calmed herself and slid out of the bed. Tiger had bought her new
clothes and she was eager to take a look at them. They were going into the
infamous pirate town Port Royale and Stacy had nothing to wear but the clothes
she had been joyfully abducted and ravished in. She opened the package
carefully, curious about it's heaviness. She sat at the table bare of clothes
and soon that body was flushing crimson with pleasant suprise.
It was all leather, rich black leather. She walked to the mirror hesitant but
eager especially as Dierdre and Tiger had not yet woken up. She unwrapped the
apparel and held each piece for appraisal. They absorbed the light reflecting
a dark gleam. The smell was intoxicating, brining to mind stables... handsome
grooms... and a powerful horse between her thighs...
The first item she donned was the corset. It fit tightly, half-cupping her
smooth pert breasts. The nipples just peeking over the top, glittering jewels
dangling freely. It laced down the front and unlike most corsets was designde
so to be easy to tie onto oneself. Her breath sucked out she stood tall and
gracefull, admiring herself in the mirror. She marvelled at how shapely she
appeared in the new corset and was became moist at the sight of her own body.
Even though she was bare except for the new corset, she felt as if she were a
lady again.
Then, more eagerly, she tried on the boots. They came to her thighs and she
had to sit on Tiger's chair to put them on. She slowly pulled them up,
enjoying each second of leather creeping up her body, feeling the smooth
perfection of well made leather. Stretching out her foot she held her leg
there admiring her leg almost as if she had never truly seen her own beauty.
The small foot growing out to the slender calf forming to the thigh where just
inches away lied her moist, eager sex. The boots highlighted the path she
imagined Tiger's mouth taking.
The skirt was next, flimsy as it was. It was designed more like an islander's
grass skirt with long strips of leather. It was very indecent in the way it
hid nothing and try as she could, she found no unmentionables in the package.
She thought for a moment... and when she realized that Sea Tiger wanted to
see her in this she quickly snapped it on. She stood there and then twirled.
The strips slayed out in a fan that went as high as her waist and she laughed
at the sheer naughtiness of it.
The gloves were long and black as well. They fit almost as perfectly as Sea
Tiger fit into her. The outfit was complete and she was, for a brief moment,
she was proud Stephanie, although a little more scarlet. She smiled wickedly
and walked over to Sea Tiger. Shamelessly straddling him while kicking
Dierdre awake.
"Oh thank you my beloved!", as she kissed him ardently.
Dierdre eyes flashed with envy as she surveyed Stacy's new clothes.
"Where are my new clothes?", she demanded with a pout.
Sea Tiger's response was mumbled under passionate kissess. Coming up for air
he looked dreamily at Stacy. He drank in her clothes... her smell... and
finally looked at Dierdre as Stacy planted light kisses on his chest.
"Dierdre, I bought you new clothes a month ago."
"These rags? They are not fit for HER much less me!", she verged on
screeching.
"Now Dierdre...", he warned.
Deirdre stood on the bed, her hair a tangled mess over her petite body. Stacy
thought she could easily enjoy Deirdre if it weren't for these childish
tantrums. Dierdre grabbed the rafters and jumped up and down on the bed
screaming about injustices done to her. Stacy quietly rolled off and went to
pour herself something to drink while Sea Tiger neatly snatched Dierdre's
ankles.
Stacy calmly drank her morning wine as Tiger slung Dierdre over the footboard
of the bed. He proceeded to spanked her hard and fast, never breaking pace
as Deirdre screamed for him to stop. Stacy couldn't turn her eyes from
Dierdre's pale buttocks growing bright red. Each hand print fading from her
bottom was a reminder to Stacy of the passion she was missing out on. When
Sea Tiger was begining to tire he mounted Dierdre from behind, forcefully
ramming into her tender backside.
"No, I can't let her do that.", Stacy thought, "Everytime I seduce Tiger,
she interjects herself. Of course her tantrums deserve punishment, but that
just enflames Tiger more. I must put a stop to her."
Stacy began to ponder this as she began ot munch on the breakfast brought in
by a crewmember. Dierdre was on the verge of satisfaction as Stacy buttered
her bread. Tiger's body was surging as Stacy consumed her eggs. Her napkin
was dabbing at the corners of her mouth as Dierdre collasped onto the floor
panting and Tiger laid back spent.
"No, this will not do at all...", Stacy swore.
They debarked from the ship at dawn. Into town they went, Stacy elegant in
her new clothes and Dierdre sulking in her 'rags'. Sea Tiger was splendid in
his garb and it became apparent that he was a man of some prestige in this
fine city. At every shop, men came to him to pay their respects. From every
window, ladies waved their affections to the visiting Sea Tiger. From the
most high born to the most common of the street wenches, they all called his
name with longing.
"Why,", Stacy thought "it is like being with royalty! I would have never have
had this much status as Stephanie Micheals !"
But for every compliment Stacy received from a gentleman, Dierdre would smile
sweetly and whisper something questionable to the gentleman as he turned away.
For every gift Sea Tiger bought Stacy, Dierdre would insist on something
even more splendid for herself. And every kiss, every embrace, every tender
moment, Dierdre would make sure to get her share and more.
Flustered, Stacy's mind raged at Dierdre's constant one-upmanship. "Why, why,
she is as bad with getting her share as a... a... MERCHANT!"
As the night drew to a close, they stopped at a beachside tavern to eat and
drink the night away. Stacy looked at the sign and was fascinated by the
picture that accompanied the words 'The Naughty Mermaid'. In particular,
Stacy was curious how the mermaid could possibly bend herself in that way...
Inside was even more intriguing to Stacy. The walls were made of rich wood
panels (of a type she was unfamiliar) and glowed from constant care and
lantern light. The place was roaring with the laughter of good friends and
the clanging of mugs. The people ranged from pirates, to wealthy land owners,
and of course included quite a few women for the men's delight. Some of the
women were even dancing shamelessly on the tops of tables and the bar. Stacy
held her head up high as she surveyed the women and saw that not a one of them
was sporting clothing a fraction as exotic and exquisite as she had. The
women in the room looked at her as a group absorbing the seductive sight she
created. For the first time in her life she was the only one in the room that
mattered and she wanted it never to end.
They took their place at a large table, Tiger holding Deirdre's chair for her
like a gentleman. Stacy was upset as Tiger than sat down and her frown turned
to delight as he pulled her onto his lap. Sitting there on his lap, arms
around him she smiled cruely at a fuming Deirdre. Gayly they sat and drank.
Stacy fed Tiger sometimes dropping food on her chest for him to playfully
retreive with his mouth. She spilled wine down his chin so she would have an
exscuse to lick it up. And all the while she would shift her bare ass on his
trousered manhood feeling him swell to his lovely girth.
Only twice did his attention shift. First when a tall carribean woman walked
by bare chested with her nipples shining with gold rings. Tiger's breath
inhaled as he saw that they were not clamps but actually pierced jewelry. His
eyes followed her chest, his breath taken away. Stacy saw this and following
his gaze was impressed herself. Stacy tied to imagine if it would hurt much
but dismissed the idea on thinking of the peircing of her ears. Deirdre had a
look of horror that warmed Stacy's heart.
"Why she hasn't even had her ears periced!!", Stacy noticed.
"How much more convient than these clamps that slip and chaff too" she mused.
"And how much he is fascinated with them as well! Oh what an easy thing to do
for my Sea Tiger."
The second time was whem Deirdre flirted too long with the pirate Lyon
Mandrake. Sea Tiger watched with angry intent as Deirdre fawned a bit too
much on the handsome Captain Mandrake. He breathed quiet angry breaths as
she touched Mandrake's arm and commented on his strength.
In a inspired thought, Stacy seized on this jealousy and changed the subject
before the inevitable punishment and coupling took place between her man and
Deirdre. She had to use this anger and keep it alive for her plan to work.
An idea sprung to her mind and she stood up quickly. Sea Tiger began to grab
her when she sprung up on the bar.
Stacy stood there for a moment debating whether or not she had lost her own
mind. She had been studying the girls and with hesitant steps she walked up
and down the bar. She swayed her hips like she had seen Deirdre do and was
amazed at how natural it was. She stopped in front of Tiger and looking only
at him she touched her legs. Here she would win him or lose him forever.
She bent down and touched her feet, spreading her legs. She could look
through her legs and see her bare ass reflected in the mirror behind her.
Slowly she brought her hands up, palms down on black leather. She stood up
straight touching her breasts pushing them upward to entice her Sea Tiger.
She shifted slowly to one hip and then to the other. Her skirt trailed her
motions and she was conciously aware for the first time how many eyes were
upon her. Her heart faltered at all this attention but when she saw the look
of adoration on Tiger's face, her fear melted. This was for him.
The night's musician picked up a slow raunchy tune on his guitar. Stacy
took her que and listened for the soft rythym of the music. Catching the flow
of the usic she started to rotate her hips to match the swells of sound.
Tiger's eyes feasted as she gyrated her hips in a way that was so very close
to the things they shared in the cabin on the ship. Stacy danced with total
abandon now, the pleasure in Sea Tiger's shining eyes being all she needed to
lose control. Her hands danced up and down the sides of her body touching her
self softly, teasing at the sesitive feminine places. She rocked to the music
now, faster as the guitar player picked up the tempo. Rocking, shifting,
tantilizing, all for the unmistakeable pleasure of Tiger. The other men in
the room wear sheerly mesmerized, even Deidre's flirting partner Captain
Mandrake. Soon the music rose to a fevered pitch and Stacy's movements rode
the wave, Faster and more daring untill finally neither she nor the guitar
could take any more. Her dance ended with the final chord of the third song
and a broken guitar string.
The men cheered and the room roared with admiration for Stacy. But it was
Tiger who was loudest and proudest of all. He shouted for all to hear "That
is my Stacy, the greatest treasure in these islands!!"
Dierdre was stunned. This quiet proper lady had outdone her and had surpassed
Dierdre in sheer audacity. For the first time in her pampered life, Dierdre
was chastised.
They left shortly afterward. Stacy invited Captain Mandrake to accompany them
to the ship, much to Tiger's irritation, but she had a method to her madness.
Lyon agreed and took Dierdre's catatonic arm. Tiger tried to show his
casualness but it was obvious to Stacy by the tightness of his grip how
possessive he could be. Her plan had reached the coup de' gras.
"Tiger, my love, I want to have my nipples percied for you.", she announced
suddenly.
Deirdre stopped dead in her tracks.
"Are you mad?", she accused.
They all stopped and looked at her. Deirdre with her accusing eyes, daring
her to push it this far. Lyon Mandrake paused in amusement, understanding
flickering across his face. But in Tiger's eyes there was only the glow of
the possibilites with such as the peircing.
"No, Deirdre", Stacy began. "I wish only to be pleasing to Tiger, and I
could tell how much he liked the idea. Don't you want to be done with these
silly clamps when we could be wearing gold rings with maybe jewels in them?
Why shouldn't we sacrifice such a minor thing to please our lord when he is so
good to us?"
Dierdre stuttered "B-B-B-But it would hurt so much!"
"True", Stacy lied through her pretty lips. "I imagine the pain would be
worse than that of a sword stroke but for my Sea Tiger, I, I, I would brave
the Spanish for him!!"
Sea Tiger smiled and looked with burgeoning malice at Dierdre "I do provide
very well for you Dierdre, this is but a simple way to make me happy."
Dierdre was in shock as she saw the conviction on Sea Tiger's face. In one
night she had lost his attention, his heart, his lust and now apparently his
mercy. She had pushed too hard and now she realized that he could only be
this cruel to her because of all her games. All of her ploys of disobediance
that had entranced his soul now only fueled his resentment that Dierdre had
made his life so difficult while Stacy worked so hard for his pleasure. She
had lost.
Dierdre threw herself at Lyon's feet and sobbed trying to gain pity with the
best of her skills.
"Now Tiger,", Mandrake began, "Why do you need two women when you have such a
lovely lass in Stacy? Please let me buy Dierdre from you and save you the
trouble of having such a disobediant wench. I'll give you a hundred dubloons
and an oath of alliance for this tender fearful lass."
Sea Tiger's broad shoulders slumped slightly. It was true, he was tired of
Dierdre's tactics but had never realized it until now. He looked at Stacy and
saw happiness that would require no guile, no cruelty and his heart warmed to
the idea.
"No, Lyon, take her from me with only your promise to tame her. She has
served me poorly and I would not sell a rotten vessel to a fellow master of
the sea. Take her with you and go with my good will."
Lyon laughed and with a single motion slung the sobbing Dierdre over her
shoulders. He bowed and walked away, Dierdre's long hair trailing his back.
"Now,", Tiger said, crushing Stacy to him, "Let's find out where we can find
someone to adorn you as you requested."
Later that evening, Stacy examined her nipples. Simple gold hoops pierced
her and were very tender. She marveled at the way it made her nipples catch
the light. It was as if her breasts were tipped by starlight. Her corset
discarded she held her beautifull breasts up and grew warm at the thought of
Tiger's mouth tugging with his tongue at the hoops...
He entered the bedroom. He had given his orders for the night and was ready
to have Stacy to himself with no distractions. He stripped off his shirt and
embraced her with his sinewy arms. She collasped into his chest and gasped
with the sting of her ringed nipples against his chest. She traced his tatoo
of mating lions with her fingertips and a wicked idea came to mind.
She reached up and brought his head down to her face. Passionately they
kissed, his mouth was liquid into hers and she forgot her plan for the
moment. Right now she had to take as much of him as she could. She had to
let him drink her kisses and like she always did, she drowned in his
tenderness. If all they ever did was kiss for the rest of thier lives, it
would be enough for Stacy.
He broke the kiss for air and she kissed his chin. Her lips traveled to his
neck. Lingered on his cheek with a lover's touch. She guided his head to her
collarbone to feel his mouth on her flesh. And while his earing was right in
front of her mouth she acted.
She bit the ear at the earring and felt Tiger froze. For an eternity they
stood there. Finally he tried to gently push her away but she only bit down
harder, threatening to tear the earring right off. He stayed as still as a
statue.
"We are going to the bed now, so don't make any sudden moves.", She
commanded.
In silence they moved to the bed. He was her prisoner and she knew by the
bulge of his pants pressing against her that he was enjoying it. She laid him
down and as she bit his ear she fastened him to the bed with those bonds he
had used so many times on her. Stacy had learned well how to secure him for
she always watched him closely in case Dierdre needed to be put in her
place...
She released his ear and stood. She quickly pulled his pants off and gazed
lovingly at his glorious body. He was completely quiet, awed by this new
Stacy that he had never hoped to imagine. His cock throbbed with new
anticipation. Stacy walked about the room searching for his scabbard.
She found it and returned to the bed. With little urging he rolled over and
presented those wonderfull muscular buttocks for her. She reached down and
touched them. She tried to knead them but they were so firm, thet resisted
her attempts to pinch them. With no warning she brought the scabbard down on
him. A loud crack reverberated into the night. His buttocks clenched in such
a lovely manner she thought. Again she brought it down, and again, and
again. She was enraptured by this power. the ability to make those pretty
red marks, the power to make him grip the bed in silence, the ability to
make his body tense after each blow. She spanked him with delight.
Her own experience taught her to look out for him to begin grinding against
the bed. As soon as he started she stopped and rolled him on his back. His
eyes looked up at her with such chained power she became lost in his gaze.
Only his unconcious rocking of his hips shook her out of his gaze. She
looked at his proud manhood and she bent down to kiss it. His cock throbbed
immediately and Stacy knew she had to be pateint.
She climbed beside his head. Her knees to either side of his face, she sat
down on that delicious mouth. Shivers ran through her as he probed her
gently with his tongue. A new respect was washing over him as he put his
entire being into trying to please this new glorious woman he had just found
all over agin. Stacy's juices were strting to flow. He could feel her
muscles clench with raw need, and he realized how much passion she held just
barely in check. Teasing her with his tongue he felt shivers run up and down
her body, her legs tensing with passion screaming for release.
She then withdrew, pulling herself away from that gloriously gifted mouth,
watchin Tiger pant with his need, not knowing that for once he felt he could
truly release all his passions. He was ready to give all of himself to this
woman instead of restraining himself as he always had before. Stacy traced up
and down his body with loving gentle kisses, interspersed with tiny nips at
his salty skin. Teasing his nipples with her tongue, tasting the sweaty skin
of his abdomen. The new rings sore and tender, she rubbed the cold gold
against Tiger's hot flushed body. After kissing him deeply and with a power
and connection like they had never felt before, Stacy could no longer wait.
She walked around the room, reeling with the undiguised passion she felt in
Tiger, scared to give so much of herself, but needing to, and wanting to... in
ways she could not even visualize. She thought no longer, the decision had
been made that first night. She went to Tiger, admiring once again the
perfection of his hard muscled body, glorying in the passion they would both
share. Tiger tensed knowing he was lost to her, but wondering what she would
do to torture him still. Then she straddled him. He shuddered with relief as
she slowly lowered herself onto his member. Noting that it seemed hotter and
harder that ever before, but surely it was her imagination. Tiger groaned
with the feel of her soft wet sex. shivering as he entered her.
Both were lost now, their bodies taking over as they peered into one
another's souls. Tigers hips thrust with power unleashed, and Stacy met him
grinding hard against his thick cock. They rocked against the bed, countering
the ship slow motions. Beads of sweat mingled as their bodies crushed
together in a feveed pitch. Tiger was beginning to throb, and with each pulse
Stacy's muscles contracted to meet his pulse. Harder and faster they climbed
the waves together, rising ever higher until they reached the pinnacle of
pleasure and passion, diving over the edge together with graceless abandon.
Stacy and Tiger lay breathless and spent in one another's arms, glorying in
the love and satisfaction they now shared. And Stacy's final thought before
drifting to sleep was "He is mine, now and forever, he is mine!"
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