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Nicole and the Pirates
By Anon NixPixer Author (no address)

***

My heart beats fast beneath my breast as I contemplate 
my predicament. Your men have taken the liberty of 
removing my heavy silk gown, leaving me with only my 
chemise and petticoats. They are exceedingly loyal to 
you, and have left me untouched... (Mdom/F, FF, rom, 
bd)

***

Their loud, raucous voices drift to me as they leave 
the cabin:

"The captain will not be barking orders this night! For 
he'll be held captive by the charms of that dark beauty 
as surely as she is bound upon his bed. Pleasures await 
us ashore this night mates."

The ship grows quiet except for the gentle slap of 
water against the hull, and the creaks and groans of 
the planking. My eyes roam the room as they grow 
accustomed to the dim and soft candlelight. Your 
possessions fill the cabin, objects I am unfamiliar 
with, but which certainly must be nautical instruments 
and maps, and books line the shelves on the opposite 
wall. 

The mingled scent of spices, exotic perfumes and oils 
envelope the air, evidence of the bounty collected from 
faraway ports. In every corner of this room lies the 
evidence of a strong-willed and powerful man accustomed 
to dallying over the charms of a complacent and willing 
bed-partner. 

Surely my fate awaits me upon the opening of the cabin 
door as I lie helpless upon your bed. Why have I been 
bound here in this manner with only my skimpy 
undergarments to hide my nakedness? And what is this 
strange sensation I feel, lying here nearly naked, 
waiting for my pirate captor to walk through that door?

I struggle helplessly with the bindings which hold my 
arms high above my head. I know not of the ways of men 
and women, other than the fearful descriptions I have 
heard in hushed whisperings from the servants of my 
household. And I fear my fate will be such this night 
as I lay here bound, helpless and naked. I fall into a 
fretful light sleep, until I hear heavy footsteps 
approach the door and hear it crash open on its hinges.

My eyes behold a tall and strong figure outlined in the 
light of the open doorway. Even in my fear I can sense 
the vibrancy of life in my captor, and my steadfast 
gaze upon your face brings a smile to your lips, and 
you laugh, and say: "Ah! My men were inaccurate in 
describing your beauty. And your obvious innocence 
greatly stirs my need and desire of a woman. I'll have 
you this night my dark beauty, and many nights 
thereafter. You are indeed a prize to be captured!!"

My gaze follows you as you move purposefully about the 
cabin, closing and bolting the door behind you. "There 
will be no interruptions this night dear one, while 
your lessons of love and the ways of a man begin. You 
are mine, and bound thus, you will be at my will to 
please me as I desire."

Your eyes rake over the curves of my body, covered by 
mere wisps of undergarments, which leave little to your 
imagination. You notice my quickened breathing with the 
rise and fall of my full breasts. My struggles have 
left a goodly portion of my legs exposed, and a vision 
of my legs clasped around you as you enter me flashes 
through your mind. 

You move to a corner of the room to fetch a flask of 
wine, and as you turn back to me, you find my eyes 
roaming over your body... your full white silk shirt is 
open to the waist, exposing the dark hair of your 
muscled chest... and my gaze drops yet to the bulge of 
your manhood, and to the firm, tensed muscles of your 
thighs visible through your clinging breeches. 

In the dimness of the room, I am unaware that I am 
being watched as I assess you, my feared captor. You 
are pleased with the emotions that cross my face as I 
follow your movements...you can see desire there, 
unknown yet to me. You think to yourself: "I will make 
this beauty want me with a passion equal to my own, and 
she will beg me to take her, again and again this 
night."

You approach the bed and sit at my side, gently tracing 
the tip of your finger along the line of my chin, down 
the side of my neck and across my breasts. Your touch 
causes me to shiver, and you notice the hardening of my 
nipples beneath the silk cloth. Your other hand lightly 
caresses my thigh, moving slowly upward, till you can 
feel the warmth emanating from the center of my being.

"Fear not, little one, I'll not harm you. You will 
experience pleasure this night like none you have known 
before, as I make you mine!"

Your hands gently reach for the panties beneath my 
petticoats and pull them down my long, silken legs. I 
sigh with obvious desire as you kiss my inner thighs, 
brushing your face against the soft hair between my 
legs, and then you pull my petticoats down, covering my 
legs. "You will be mine this night. You will feel the 
full length of my need deep inside your warmth, but 
first we will have a light meal. My men tell me you 
have been here in wait near most of the day, and you 
must be famished."

You lift my head, my hair cascading around your arms, 
as you hold a glass of wine to my lips and allow me to 
swallow. My limited motions have caused my chemise to 
drop yet lower, exposing even more of my full breasts 
to your gaze. You sense the tingle of desire in your 
loins as you hold me close to you thusly. You set the 
glass of wine on a chest near the bed, and speak: "What 
is your name, my dark beauty, and where lies your home. 
From whence did my men take you?"

I speak in an unsure voice, tinged with fear, "My name 
is Nicole, and my home is along the coast, at Carmella. 
Your men took me from my merchant ship, the Sea Nymph, 
nearing its journey end from the Virgin Islands. We 
were carrying a cargo of sugar cane and indigo, bound 
for my hometown. Your men took me from the deck of my 
ship and brought me here and bound me thus, for what 
purpose I know not, but surely you will undo this wrong 
and return me forthwith to my home?"

You listen to my words intently, partaking of the wine, 
and laugh loudly at the conclusion of my short speech. 
"Ah, perhaps I will return you, my beautiful Nicole, at 
a time of my choosing. And then perhaps I will take you 
with me on my sea travels. You could bring warmth to a 
man's lonely nights at sea, and fill his bed with 
pleasures!"

"Pray tell me your name, and whither is this vessel 
bound?"

"My name is John, Long John Silver, and my vessel is 
bound for Malaysia. We will be long at sea. You'll not 
be home at your coast town of Carmella for many months 
Nicole. My men have brought you here to fill my 
pleasure and wants on this long ocean voyage. My temper 
is more bearable when softened by the beauty of a 
woman."

A dark look crosses over my face at your words, and I 
retort: "Oh, the infamous Long John Silver." I am 
embravened by my anger and go on, "Stories of your 
escapades have even reached my home town. You are 
feared far and wide, and the men fiercely protect our 
women from your taking. Ha!! Shall I fear you, my Lord 
John?? The feared pirate, who must bind his women to 
his bed, to assure their desire??" My mocking laughter 
fills the room, and you become angered, yet my audacity 
only serves to intensify your desire.

"Ah Nicole. Desire me you shall!! You'll beg for me 
before this night is over. And you will do my bidding. 
You are mine to do with as I please. You'll not escape 
your bonds." You fill the wine glass and hold it again 
to my lips. "Drink Nicole, and we shall eat." You feed 
me small bites of food, alternating with the sweet 
taste of the wine.

The wine slowly begins to relax me. You move again to 
the far side of the cabin, to the cabinet lined with 
oils and perfumes. You select a bottle from the shelf 
and return to the bed. You place the bottle on the 
chest next to the bed, and reach for the knife in the 
scabbard at your side. The candlelight shines brightly 
on the blade as you lower it. My eyes fill with panic. 
You gently kiss my lips, tasting the sweetness of the 
wine lingering there, as you place the knife beneath 
the cloth of my chemise. 

With a swift pull and the ripping sound of fabric, my 
upper body is fully exposed to your view. You brush the 
torn wisps of fabric away from my skin and kiss the 
peak of each breast. My nipples grow hard under your 
tongue as you swirl it around each one. Your hands 
grasp my waist and move over my hips and thighs. You 
place the knife at the waistband of my petticoats and 
pull again, ripping the fragile lace, until my entire 
body is naked upon your bed. You place the knife on the 
chest, and pick up the bottle of oil, pouring a small 
quantity into the palm of your hand.

You rub your hands together, and then place them at my 
neck, massaging the oil into my skin, over my breasts, 
giving attention to each nipple, down over my waist, 
noticing the shudder of my body as you reach my hips 
and work across my lower stomach. You fill your hands 
again with oil and rub the length of each of my legs, 
widening them to your gaze as you do this. My woman 
place is fully exposed and I wince as you lower your 
face to my soft hair.

"Nicole, your body is beautiful. My desire for you is 
great. You should be proud. Never have I felt such 
desire for a woman as you stir in my loins. Look, sweet 
Nicole, see the evidence of my desire." You drop your 
clothes to the floor as you disrobe. Your manhood is 
hard and standing firm against your stomach. "Nicole, 
look" as you turn my head to face your body. "See what 
desires you awaken in me."

You kneel between my legs, and open then fully to you 
again. You run your tongue along each thigh, stopping 
as you reach the place where they join. You then slowly 
lower your head to my soft beckoning womanhood, as your 
fingers part my hair, exposing the soft inner folds. 
Your finger traces the outer edge of each petal, and 
you feel the warmth and wetness flowing from within me. 

You touch my pleasure point with the tip of your 
tongue, and I arch my back and sigh deeply, as my knees 
clasp your head between my legs. My smell and taste 
fill your senses, and your hands then stroke and cup my 
breasts, squeezing the nipples, stroking the sensitive 
skin, as your tongue probes and flicks over my pleasure 
place and the opening of my desire. You continue until 
you feel the beginning shudders of my release, and stop 
suddenly.

"No, Nicole. Not yet! You'll beg me before this night 
is over. You will beg me to plunge deep within you and 
take ever inch of you."

You kneel over me, pushing your hardness toward my 
face. "Take me Nicole, take me within your mouth. Taste 
my need." I look up at you with fear, mixed with desire 
and my own need. "Take it you will Nicole. Remember, 
dear one, you are here for my pleasure. You are bound 
and helpless to my every whim. Please me! Take my seed 
within you."

You press your cock towards my lips, and rub it gently 
across them. A small drop of your juices touches my 
lips, and my tongue tastes it, taking it within me. I 
open my mouth to your probing member, and swirl my 
tongue over the head, feeling it pulse and tense with 
my gentle ministrations. I allow you to press yet 
further within the warmth and wetness, and I close my 
tongue over you and suck gently, seeking more of your 
salty taste. "Yes Nicole. Pleasure me, taste me, take 
me within you and love me."

I continue to tongue you, alternating with a gentle, 
raking of teeth along your pulsing sides as you plunge 
in and out, losing yourself to the sensations of my now 
obvious passion and desire to please you. You pull away 
from me and look into my eyes, glazed and twinkling 
with unabashed need. "Let me hear the words Nicole. 
Tell me. Tell me what you desire from me."

A moment of uncertainty, and then, "Let me taste you 
John. Fill me with your desire. I want you, I want to 
please you. Let me pleasure you."

You move your hardness again to my mouth, and I lift my 
head and take the length of you within me, allowing you 
to touch the back of my throat, licking the length of 
you, sucking the tip of you, beckoning your sweet 
juices to reach my tongue, and fill me. 

Thoughts of your muscled body pass through my mind... 
thoughts of your tongue upon that place between my 
legs... of your manhood pressing into the opening 
between my legs... my desire for you grows as does your 
need, and I work with more intensity, until I feel you 
tense and shudder, releasing yourself within me, and I 
swallow, tasting your saltiness, and swallow yet again 
and again... taking every drop you have to give me, 
licking the tip of your cock, and my own lips as you 
withdraw.

I close my eyes, smiling with happiness that I have 
been able to please you, enjoying the sensation that I 
am still bound upon your bed, and knowing that there 
are places you have yet to fully explore. You will take 
me this night. I lie here helpless still, and your need 
is not yet expended. My own desire is now heightened by 
my very helplessness, by the bonds which hold me upon 
your bed, waiting for your touch again upon my body... 
waiting for you to pleasure me the way only a man 
can... waiting for you to...

CHAPTER II


You wait for me to take you, to pleasure you, as only a 
man can. At last you will feel that pleasure, that 
warm, tingling intimacy that until now has only been 
the subject of your private, guilty speculation, and 
you close your eyes in anticipation.

You sigh, the taste of my passion still damp upon your 
lips, and wait for the feeling of my warm hands, 
exploring the now eager length of your young body.

And yet you are surprised by the harsh sound of the 
door bolt being pulled back, and the feeling of cold 
salt air entering an open doorway. Your eyes fly open 
as you realize I am leaving.

"Oh, ho, where are you off to now, you blackguard," you 
taunt, wriggling sinuously. "Off to take the virtue of 
yet another woman in one of your many taverns at your 
next port-of-call?" You find a curious mixture of 
disappointment and relief swirling through your now-
warmed heart.

I pause before slamming the door behind me. "Ah, my 
dark captive, don't you worry... it is your virtue that 
is to be my next prize. Allow me but a brief time to 
secure the deck for this incoming storm, and I will 
return to plunge my pirate's rapier deep within you. 
Tonight you are but a girl... but by tomorrow morning, 
you will truly be a woman indeed."

Your face twists into a grimace as you react to my 
taunting words.

"I am a woman now."

I smile, a knowing look on my face as my eyes rake 
across your naked body with insulting familiarity. "We 
will see," I murmur, and then am gone.

Minutes pass, and you lay with a curious sense of 
lethargy, sinking into the warm bedding, still flushed 
with your passion of a few moments before. You listen 
to the wind outside, beginning to pick up in pitch, and 
feel the gentle swaying of the ship beneath you.

Your eyes close again, as you try to sort out the 
myriad emotions that flicker within you. To know such 
passion is something you have always longed for... but 
like this? And the fear of change overtakes you, as 
well, the fear that after this night you will never be 
the same, and that your life alone with your governess 
will never again be bearable.

Lost in thought, and lulled by the rocking of the 
waves, you drift into sleep. You don't even notice your 
bonds holding your wrist slowly working their way free 
as you enter the comfortable familiarity of your 
dreams.

In your dreams, you meet with the lover you have met 
many times before, in fantasies that would come to you 
as half-remembered visions, as you rose the morning 
after, a gentle smile on your lips. And yet now he has 
a new-found solidity, and the dream has so many new 
details that were a mere haze of longing before.

Again and again, you feel the hard warmth part your 
lips, feel the hot flush overtake your body as your 
passion rises in time with his thrusting, a warm, hard 
intrusion deep in your throat... and again and again 
you taste the hot, violent spurts of his love, 
overwhelming you as you swallow spasmodically, your 
eyes opening to fix upon your lover... to find that 
this time, he is wearing the clothes of a pirate... and 
he is reaching for the warmth of your inner being, 
slowly stroking you there as he approaches you 
purposefully with his long, stiff manhood...

Your first thought, as you slowly awake, is to notice 
the aching of your muscles as you move your arms 
slowly. "Did we..." you think, then your memory 
returns. "Not yet!" Then you realize that your hands 
are no longer bound! You look in wonderment to the 
lengths of leather at your wrists, now slack and untied 
from the rough bed frame.

"Should have tied me tighter, John," you murmur in 
satisfaction, as you leap from the bed and look around 
uncertainly. One could hardly escape from a pirate's 
ship naked as the day she was born! And yet you spy a 
familiar pattern of cloth and uncover your traveling 
bag, captured with you during the boarding of the Sea 
Nymph. You break into a smile as you rummage through 
the bag for some serviceable clothing.

You find a plain cloth dress that would serve you well 
in the cold outside, and begin pulling it out when you 
hear a faint cough behind you.

"Actually, I was thinking you'd look better in the lace 
of the white nightgown that you tucked away in that 
bag, my lovely captive," I interrupt with a lascivious 
chuckle.

You whirl about, clutching the fabric of the dress 
against your body to hide your nakedness, your eyes 
whirling about looking for escape. "You devil! You 
snuck up on me!"

"Aye, and I will do more than that, my sweet prize. Get 
back on my bed. You are mine now." I approach you 
purposefully.

Thoughts of flight slowly ebb as you realize that you 
are helpless, aboard a pirate ship anchored in the 
middle of a storm-tossed bay, locked in the cabin of a 
pirate captor who is determined to take your innocence 
from you as surely as the morning will bring the dawn.

"Don't fight it, Nicole," I sooth. "This was ordained 
in the stars, as surely as we breathe. I have dreamed 
of love, of passion, but never before knew what I 
longed for... until now."

A pause, and then my voice begins again, mesmerizing, 
soothing. "I want you, Nicole. Don't deny me. Feel that 
warmth between your thighs, even now trickling from 
deep within you? You want it too, don't you?"

As if still within your dreams, you slowly reach into 
the bag for the fragile wisps of lace that your pirate 
captor has demanded, and with slow, languid movements, 
you pull it on, staring as if hypnotized at the rapidly 
lengthening evidence of my arousal beneath my breeches.

"Yes, someday I will return you to the mainland, and 
your life there. But let us drink deep of love while we 
may, my innocent one. Let me have you, let me love you. 
I have need of your tenderness, your soft sex 
surrounding my hard, thrusting need."

Your thoughts are a tumult within you as you are meekly 
led to the bed as an innocent lamb to slaughter, and 
you raise your hands to accept your bonds once again, 
as you gaze deep within the steely eyes of the man to 
whose passion you have now chosen to surrender.

The soft leather tightens around your wrists once more, 
and you are held fast upon my bed, helpless to resist 
me. You watch as I pull my clothing from my body, 
revealing my hard, insistent desire.

"The lessons begin," I declare with a smile, and I 
trace my hot member slowly over your face, down your 
throat, and across your breasts, resting against one 
nipple. "What is this?"

"That is your male..." you begin, then falter as you 
watch my face, a slight scowl marring my features. 
"That is... your... cock," you murmur with an 
embarrassed flush.

"Very good," I murmur, desire deepening my voice. "What 
is it?" I repeat.

Your voice becomes bolder. "It is your cock," you sigh.

I climb onto the bed and push a wisp of lace aside to 
slowly massage your breasts with my warm hands. "And 
what am I going to do with my cock?"

You flinch, and turn aside. "You... will..."

I ease your thighs apart, and part the wet tangle of 
hair there with the warmth of my fingers. "Yes, my 
love," I murmur. "What will I do with my cock?"

"You will love... you will... will take..." You watch 
my face cloud over again, and turn to face me again. 
Desire begins to overtake you, and your body can no 
longer hide its response. Your breath is coming faster 
now.

"You will fuck me," you correct yourself, ending with a 
gasp as you feel my fingers enter deep within you. "You 
will... FUCK me," you repeat, this time without urging, 
as my insistent fingers find your wet warmth and rub 
gently within it.

"You will... FUCK... me... FUCK me...!" you gasp, and 
this time it is a plea, a cry from the depths of your 
soul, an urgent request... a request that I could not 
deny, even if I were to try....


CHAPTER III


You close your eyes as you feel the weight of my warm, 
male body, soon to be fully known, ease onto the 
bedding beside you. Your body aches with a strange 
longing that you have never before felt so strongly, 
and you moan in anticipation. "Ohhh, John..."

My warm hands ease your legs apart, and my body pins 
you down, as I begin licking slowly at the insides of 
your thighs, teasing you, arousing you further. Your 
head thrashes from side to side, as you moan your 
response.

"If this is to be, John... then let me taste you 
again." You watch through a haze of newfound lust as I 
angle my body so that my swollen, oozing member may 
take your mouth once again, while my tongue works its 
way toward your beckoning, warm, moist womanhood.

The hot, gently throbbing length of my hard cock slowly 
parts your lips, sliding deep within you, stroking 
deep, and you move your head to accept more of its hot 
warmth. In and out it strokes, insistently, as a salty 
taste overwhelms your senses, betraying my excited 
state.

At the same time, you feel my questing, loving tongue 
as it slowly wends its way to your pulsing womanhood, 
now slick with the evidence of your own desire. It 
finds your pleasure point, circling gently, probing 
with a light touch, teasing you. Your back arches as I 
slide my tongue down, exploring your welcoming, soft, 
female cavity, circling again, then returning to probe 
at your hot, tight focus of tension in a way that 
causes increasing waves of pleasure to overtake your 
body.

"Does this not feel good, my beauty?" I ask, pausing in 
my gentle, maddening ministrations between your legs. 
"Does this not bring pleasure to you?"

"Oh, John, it does indeed feel wondrous," you moan. 
"But don't stop!

I want you to continue until my love overflows, and I 
gasp in pleasure

"Ah, and I will continue, my little one. But not like 
this. I need to fulfill myself within you, to take you 
fully. And I will not be denied. You begged for me to 
fuck you. And now you will be mine."

You feel an unexpected feeling of panic as my body 
eases up, and I turn to lay upon your body, my face 
gazing into yours as my hands part your legs, and my 
hot maleness burns against your inner thighs.

"Now? I'm not sure I'm ready..."

"You are ready, Nicole, my dear one. Pleasure me now. 
Abandon yourself to love."

Steadily, the stiffness of my cock eases itself closer 
to your soft, female opening, lubricating itself with 
the warm honey of your secretions. Up and down it 
slides, positioning itself just inside you, as your 
pleasure increases anew.

"Now you will become a woman, Nicole. The time of your 
girlhood is now past. Tell me what is on your heart."

A flush of pleasure, of hot lust, rises within you to a 
degree that completely overwhelms you, and you moan, 
"Yes, John. Oh, please fuck me. FUCK me with your hard 
cock, I beg of you. Plunge deep within me. Take me 
completely. Do it now, or I will die!"

With one even, strong, sure thrust, I slide my cock 
completely within you, as I gaze with love into your 
eyes. There is a brief stab of pain, quickly submerged 
in the sweetest pleasure you have ever known. Your back 
arches again, and you moan in your ecstasy, and I see 
your eyes cloud over with unashamed, wanton abandon.

"Yes!" you moan. "Again!" I withdraw, and slide deep 
within you. Your body responds in kind, thrusting up to 
meet me. "Oh, yes!" you cry, as I begin to impale you 
again and again, the weight of my body pressing you 
deep within the bedding. You feel your bonds tug at 
your arms as you sink deeper beneath me, and you 
realize that you would be helpless to stop me, even if 
you wanted to....


CHAPTER IV


You close your eyes as you feel the weight of my warm, 
male body, soon to be fully known, ease onto the 
bedding beside you. Your body aches with a strange 
longing that you have never before felt so strongly, 
and you moan in anticipation. "Ohhh, John..."

My warm hands ease your legs apart, and my body pins 
you down, as I begin licking slowly at the insides of 
your thighs, teasing you, arousing you further. Your 
head thrashes from side to side, as you moan your 
response.

"If this is to be, John... then let me taste you 
again." You watch through a haze of newfound lust as I 
angle my body so that my swollen, oozing member may 
take your mouth once again, while my tongue works its 
way toward your beckoning, warm, moist womanhood.

The hot, gently throbbing length of my hard cock slowly 
parts your lips, sliding deep within you, stroking 
deep, and you move your head to accept more of its hot 
warmth. In and out it strokes, insistently, as a salty 
taste overwhelms your senses, betraying my excited 
state.

At the same time, you feel my questing, loving tongue 
as it slowly wends its way to your pulsing womanhood, 
now slick with the evidence of your own desire. It 
finds your pleasure point, circling gently, probing 
with a light touch, teasing you. Your back arches as I 
slide my tongue down, exploring your welcoming, soft, 
female cavity, circling again, then returning to probe 
at your hot, tight focus of tension in a way that 
causes increasing waves of pleasure to overtake your 
body.

"Does this not feel good, my beauty?" I ask, pausing in 
my gentle, maddening ministrations between your legs. 
"Does this not bring pleasure to you?"

"Oh, John, it does indeed feel wondrous," you moan. 
"But don't stop! I want you to continue until my love 
overflows," and I gasp in pleasure.

"Ah, and I will continue, my little one. But not like 
this. I need to fulfill myself within you, to take you 
fully. And I will not be denied. You begged for me to 
fuck you. And now you will be mine."

You feel an unexpected feeling of panic as my body 
eases up, and I turn to lay upon your body, my face 
gazing into yours as my hands part your legs, and my 
hot maleness burns against your inner thighs.

"Now? I'm not sure I'm ready..."

"You are ready, Nicole, my dear one. Pleasure me now. 
Abandon yourself to love."

Steadily, the stiffness of my cock eases itself closer 
to your soft, female opening, lubricating itself with 
the warm honey of your secretions. Up and down it 
slides, positioning itself just inside you, as your 
pleasure increases anew.

"Now you will become a woman, Nicole. The time of your 
girlhood is now past. Tell me what is on your heart."

A flush of pleasure, of hot lust, rises within you to a 
degree that completely overwhelms you, and you moan, 
"Yes, John. Oh, please fuck me. FUCK me with your hard 
cock, I beg of you. Plunge deep within me. Take me 
completely. Do it now, or I will die!"

With one even, strong, sure thrust, I slide my cock 
completely within you, as I gaze with love into your 
eyes. There is a brief stab of pain, quickly submerged 
in the sweetest pleasure you have ever known. Your back 
arches again, and you moan in your ecstasy, and I see 
your eyes cloud over with unashamed, wanton abandon.

"Yes!" you moan. "Again!" I withdraw, and slide deep 
within you. Your body responds in kind, thrusting up to 
meet me. "Oh, yes!" you cry, as I begin to impale you 
again and again, the weight of my body pressing you 
deep within the bedding. You feel your bonds tug at 
your arms as you sink deeper beneath me, and you 
realize that you would be helpless to stop me, even if 
you wanted to....


CHAPTER V


Your eyes follow me as I walk to the front of the ship, 
settle myself on a crate, and gaze wistfully out to 
sea. Despite my loneliness for my home, I've grown to 
love the sea, because I see it through the eyes of the 
man I now love, the man whose bed I share at night, and 
who fills those nights with pleasure and boundless 
passion. I know soon we return to my home, and it pains 
me knowing that you will return me there, and these 
past months at sea will become as a dream.

From your place behind the wheel of the ship, you watch 
me silently, unaware that a sigh has escaped your lips 
and is heard by Eric, your first mate. You think I am 
lonely only for my home, and that I gaze across the 
waters, searching for landfall, and a time when I can 
escape my captivity.

"She loves you John. She no more wants to return home 
than you want to leave her there. Are you so blind as 
to not see it?"

You look at me again, wondering if Eric's words ring 
the truth.

"She watches for the shore of her home, Eric. Everyday 
she sits there and watches. She knows we draw near. 
She's not said a word to me. She waits to return."

"Fool!" you hear Eric mutter as he turns away to attend 
to an instrument.

You allow his remark to go unanswered, but you are lost 
deep in thought, wondering if he could be right in his 
assessments.

You think over the many months of the voyage, and to 
the nights you and your dear sweet Nicole have shared 
in your bed. Your lessons have taught me well. In your 
arms at night, I drop my veil of shyness, and love you 
with a lust equal to your own. You feel a quickening in 
your loins as you recall my words to you only the night 
prior. Your body was heavy upon mine at the time, 
filling me with your passion. I spoke breathlessly in 
the manner I knew gave you pleasure. "I am yours John. 
So great is my need of you, I am yours to do with as 
you see fit. Anything you require of me, I abide by 
willingly, only so I can have you like this at night."

You remember the tightening of your groin as those 
words fell from my lips and touched your ears in my 
whispered frenzy. Were those words sincere? You recall 
how pleasurably my own passion increased to meet yours, 
and you took me with new fury, as the import of my 
words became clear to you. Certainly I spoke true. I 
had been yours these many months. Everything you taught 
me, everything you asked of me, all your wishes, had 
been fulfilled.

You muse, "Perhaps Eric is correct. My Nicole, early on 
my submissive captive, has truly since become mine. She 
has denied me nothing, nor WILL she deny me."

You turn to Eric, watching him about his work. You 
recall how well you praised him months ago, at the 
beginning of this long voyage, for preserving that 
lovely beauty at the bow of your ship for your 
pleasure. You had questioned him at that time about the 
preparations he took with me, how he had bound me to 
your bed, in only my undergarments, and left me there 
untouched. His loyalty had been impeccable, and you had 
promised a reward, but thus far, none had presented 
itself.

You have begun to formulate a plan, which if it can be 
brought to fruition, would not only please you greatly, 
but would test your lovely Nicole and her professed 
need of you.

"Eric, you have long been at sea, and you remain aboard 
when we dock. 

Have you not felt the need of a woman these many 
months?"

Eric's face reddens slightly and he mutters words you 
cannot hear.

"Eric! You want my lovely Nicole. Certainly! You as 
well as I have seen the charms of her tender body. She 
was an innocent then, but now she is a lusty wench with 
needs and passions that I have well taught her. You 
shall have her Eric! And she shall willingly abide my 
command. Meet us in our cabin this night, Eric, as the 
moon climbs high in the sky."

* * *

Dinner in our cabin passes this night much as others. 
You are amused by my seeming shyness as I turn my gaze 
from you, but you've already seen my passion there 
blazing as my violet eyes meet yours.

You come to stand behind me and lightly caress my hair 
and neck. You smile pleasantly as you observe my 
quickened breath and know that this night will be like 
all our nights upon your bed, frenzied and passionate, 
as my needs are released with the snuffing of the 
candlelight which brightens the room. Already, your 
barest touch upon my body has awakened my desires.

"Nicole, your body speaks to me this night as always. 
You have need of me, have you not?" Your arms envelop 
mine and you bury your face against my long dark hair, 
feeling the beat of my heart increase as you hold me. 
"Tell me of your need of me."

I sigh. The words pass through my mind, but I am 
embarrassed by my unquenchable desire of you, which I 
feel night after night.

"Nicole, it will please me to hear of your need. Tell 
me love. Be now that lustful wench that would please me 
upon my bed in the dark."

You arms embrace me tighter, circling me and holding my 
body close to you. Your nearness and my desire to 
please drive away my shyness. "John, my body cries for 
your flesh. I need to feel your manhood within me."

"And what is it you crave my dear Nicole? Tell me!"

I hesitate only a moment, and carried away by my 
mounting passion, I blurt out, "John, take me as every 
night since I first begged you. Fuck me!"

You are well pleased. You know the time grows near when 
Eric will come to the cabin as summoned.

"Nicole, is your need of me so great that you would 
please me with anything I demanded of you?"

I am puzzled, but nod my head in compliance. "John, I 
am your captive. I serve you, with pleasure. You have 
taught me how to please you, and I desire to do this. 
What is it you wish of me this night?"

You point in the direction of your bed. "You are to 
remove your clothing, leaving only your chemise and 
petticoats, as you were the first night you came aboard 
my ship, and you will allow me to bind you there upon 
my bed."

A tingling sensation washes over me. I know not what it 
is you desire, but already I feel familiar stirrings 
between my legs as my want increases. You HAVE taught 
me well. I remove my clothing as instructed, leaving 
only the chemise and petticoats, and position myself in 
the center of your bed, allowing my hands to be bound 
high above my head.

"You are helpless now, Nicole. You will do what is 
required of you?"

I nod seductively, my shyness entirely abandoned. I 
know the pleasures of a man, and I long for that now, 
thinking I am soon to have you.

A knock sounds on the door, and you smile at my 
startled expression. 

"OUR guest has arrived, Nicole."

"John, no!" 

"Nicole, no harm will come to you. I desire this, and 
you will abide by it. It will please me."

You open the door and allow Eric to enter the room. My 
embarrassment is evident, but I remain quiet. You well 
know the passionate, lusty wench I am, and that my 
resistance will not last.

After Eric's entry, you bolt the door tight. You confer 
with Eric out of range of my hearing, all the while 
your eyes fastened compellingly on mine, conveying 
their message, "I will allow what it is you desire!"

Despite my reticence, I grow restless upon the bed. 
Fastened thus, and helpless, my desire has quickened. 
You can immediately sense the change in my demeanor, 
and you know I will now obey, willingly, and with the 
eagerness of a whore!

"Nicole. These long months at sea, Eric has not 
partaken of shore leave. His need of a woman is great. 
Many months ago I promised he would be rewarded for his 
loyalty in bringing you to me untouched. Tonight, in 
this room, Eric shall have his reward. I desire it 
thus. You will obey this."

Eric is not unattractive, and he has been kind to me on 
the long voyage, protecting me, when you have been busy 
about the ship's business, from the lecherous needs of 
other members of your crew not so loyal to you. The 
evidence of Eric's erect manhood strains against the 
cloth of his breeches. Your wishes are suddenly clear 
to me and the game is one which I will play to please 
you.

My eyes drop to the bulge of Eric's manhood, and I lick 
my lips. I look to my pirate captor, and plead, "John, 
my need this night is insatiable. Help me."

You look at me and question, "What is it you desire 
Nicole?" I know the words you long to hear.

"I want Eric's cum, every drop of it. I love the taste 
of a man's cum upon my tongue, and the feel of it upon 
my body."

"His need is great Nicole, and his load will be heavy. 
You will still succumb to this?"

"Yes, I must have it. Let me have what I crave or I 
shall go insane!"

Eric is stunned. The scenario unfolding before him is 
beyond his wildest expectations. He is uncertain if he 
is to take your woman or not.

You pull your knife from the scabbard at your side and 
hand it to Eric, gesturing to where I lie helpless upon 
your bed. "You heard her words, Eric. She is yours and 
you well know what she begs for. Unclothe the wench, 
pleasure yourself with her body, and then give her what 
she craves."

Eric crosses the room to the bed, and in one sure, 
swift gesture, rends the cloth covering my body with 
the sharp blade of the knife, revealing my nakedness to 
his eyes. His lips and hands travel over my body, 
exploring and caressing the flesh he had longed to 
touch months ago, but that he had dared not then.

Eric's touch upon my body has heightened my arousal, 
and I speak in ragged breaths, "Eric, let me taste your 
cock. I can wait no longer."

He quickly removes his clothing, allowing it to drop to 
the floor, and my eyes fall upon his large, throbbing 
manhood, already wet with his desire. Eric positions 
himself over my body, as if to enter me, and I beg, "No 
Eric! I long to taste your cum. Fill my mouth with your 
cock. I need to taste your cum."

Eric now straddles me, pressing his lower body into my 
face and allowing his rigid member to enter my 
beckoning mouth. I close my lips over his hardened cock 
and suck him within my warm, wet cavity. He withdraws 
and I swirl my tongue around the tip, willing him to 
again enter me, seeking his sweet cum. Eric continues 
these motions, each time permitting himself to slide 
deeper within my mouth, until I can feel him touch the 
back of my throat. He is close, and soon I know his 
heavy load will slide down my throat. 

Long months of abstinence are apparent, as Eric 
abandons himself to my ministrations, as he can hold 
back no longer. His first hot jet of cum slides down my 
throat, and a second. I cannot take it all, and he 
withdraws, still stroking himself, milking his member 
of its load, allowing it to shoot over my face and 
lips, into my hair, and down over my body where a 
goodly portion slides between my legs and into the hair 
of my female place. When his release is expended, Eric 
sits beside me on the bed a moment, awaiting your next 
directive.

You are pleased as you watch my tongue lick the portion 
of Eric's cum which found its way upon my lips. You 
know that the amount I have been given has not been 
enough to satisfy my need, but the evening is young 
yet, and I shall have what I want before dawn breaks 
upon the sea. You smile at the image of my beautiful, 
lush young body writhing expectantly upon the bed, 
covered in Eric's cum, and wanting release.

You speak to Eric. "Did we not take passengers on board 
ship this day?"

"Aye, Captain. Celeste was among those passengers. She 
travels a short distance with us this voyage."

You recall other voyages when you were accompanied by 
Celeste... a randy whore surely, who knows how to 
please a man!

"Bring her here, Eric. Celeste will serve my purposes 
well tonight!"

As Eric leaves to fetch Celeste, you approach the bed 
and look down at me. "You have pleased me Nicole, and 
you will please me further. I have other delights to 
teach you of my, love."

Eric returns with Celeste, and again bars the door upon 
your command. Celeste sees you and her eyes brighten. 
"John!" she says in a husky voice, as she presses her 
body against yours. "What luck that we chance to meet 
again! Many nights have I longed for you and a repeat 
of past entertainments!"

"Ah, Celeste, a true whore as always! And tonight you 
shall entertain me once again. Look there, Celeste, 
upon my bed. See my captive. She has been learning 
these many months how to be my whore. I told her I have 
other lessons and delights to teach her of. You will 
help, will you not, Celeste?"

"But certainly, John. I see you've already been 
entertaining yourself with her. Her body bears evidence 
of that already," as she walks over and allows her 
tongue to lap up some of Eric's cum.

"You will clean her up for me Celeste?"

In answer to your question, Celeste removes her 
clothing and moves upon the bed beside me, opening my 
legs and kneeling between them. You detect the 
uncertainty in my eyes, as you catch my glance, and nod 
reassuringly. "Nicole, this will bring you pleasure, 
and me as well. I desire for Celeste to take you in 
this manner."

I sigh with submission, and close my eyes as Celeste 
begins her exploration of my body. First she allows her 
tongue to pass gently over my lips and my face, finding 
Eric's cum and cleaning it from my skin. Her hands pass 
over my breasts and my stomach, and her lips and tongue 
follow thereafter. Every inch of skin is taken in this 
manner, as Celeste washes my body of Eric's juices. 
When she is near my pussy, where there yet remains 
evidence of Eric's passion upon my body, you stop her 
for a moment. 

You position her upon her back, but so that her face is 
still within reach of my womanhood. I can feel her soft 
breath upon that place between my legs. At some point, 
you have removed your clothing, and when I open my 
eyes, I see you kneeling over Celeste's body, holding 
your member in your hands, and stroking it. You nod to 
Celeste to continue her exploration of my body. 

Her tongue comes into contact with my clit, where she 
takes more of Eric's cum within her mouth. She 
methodically works her tongue in and out of the creases 
of my flesh, teasing and stimulating, as she seeks 
Eric's salty deposits. My response to Celeste's actions 
is pleasing to you, and you say to me, "Ah, Nicole, you 
ARE a little whore."

I nod in agreement.

"Tell me Nicole."

I gasp as I near climax. "John, yes, I am a whore."

"Yes, sweet Nicole, you are my whore. Celeste pleases 
you, does she not? But yet you crave something further, 
do you not? Tell me!"

"YES! YES! It is your cum that I want, that I need. I 
am your whore. I need..."

You can hold back no longer now as the cries of my 
passion fill the room as Celeste finds my pleasure 
point and brings me to orgasm. Your member pulses in 
your hand, and your seed falls upon Celeste's body, as 
earlier Eric's had fallen upon mine.

"There Nicole. If you desire my cum, you must take it 
from Celeste." You untie one of my hands. I reach over 
to Celeste and touch her, and finding a drop of your 
cum, pick it up with my fingertips, rub it over my lips 
and then taste it with my tongue.

"Lick her Nicole."

I proceed to clean Celeste, in the manner she had shown 
me. You watch with pleasure as I explore her body, 
licking and sucking, taking note that I have found 
every drop of your cum and lapped it up, yet I continue 
my exploration of Celeste's lush body. My tongue finds 
her clit, and I bury my face in her hair, taking in her 
scent and now her taste, as I seek her opening, and 
insert my tongue as far as I can. It isn't long, and 
Celeste's cries fill the room, as she reaches 
fulfillment.

You are again hard, as is Eric, after witnessing my 
newfound pleasure. You know that I desire your cock 
within me, before I will be satiated and can turn to 
sleep. That shall be private between us. You speak 
quietly to Eric, "Take Celeste, Eric. I'm sure she will 
willingly serve any other needs you have this night."

The door closes quietly, and we are alone. Your 
fingertip brushes my cheek as you trace its outline and 
speak to me lovingly, "Nicole, you are truly mine. You 
would please me in any manner I desire."

My free hand reaches for your hard member and I close 
my fingertips around it, feeling it tense in my grip. 
"Yes, John. I am yours."

"You are mine, your body is mine."

"Truly, John, I am for your pleasure. Fuck me, John! I 
have need of that now. Fuck me. Plunge deep within me 
and take me. Let me be your whore."


CHAPTER VI


You brushed your blonde hair from your eyes as you 
finished your business accounts at last, in the 
flickering light of the tavern's main hall. A good 
month, you concluded, straightening with a pleased 
expression. You looked around you as you stretched and 
sighed gently. The prices for brocade had dropped 
recently, but demand had not, and you thanked fortune 
for smiling upon you and giving you a good profit.

You paid the innkeeper, who smiled broadly at such a 
pretty lady, and walked into the chill night air, 
smelling of salt from the sea, and you thought briefly 
of a time in your life when that smell dominated your 
senses, the smell of salt, and fish, and the mustiness 
of ship's rigging... your days of captivity aboard 
John's pirate ship. The ledger book was heavy under 
your arm, and you shifted its weight to make yourself 
more comfortable.

You smiled despite yourself, turning the corner, 
thinking thoughts of pleasures enjoyed there... then 
shook your head, annoyed at yourself. As pleasant as it 
was, you realized it was no life for you. It was a pity 
you had to leave without saying goodbye to your gentle 
captor, but you just didn't know what to say... but you 
had found other pleasures, certainly... And you smiled 
again, as you thought of them, as well. No, John was 
now part of another life, another time.

As your thoughts cleared again, you looked around to 
notice that two men, walking along the street with you, 
had veered rather close... too close. You looked 
quickly for an exit, but they quickly eliminated the 
gap... and you gasped as they grabbed you. The ledger 
book dropped from your grasp, falling to the cobbled 
street.

"How dare... mmmph... mphhh!" you tried to get out, as 
a strong hand clamped over your mouth, and unyielding 
arms encircled you and held you. Careless, careless, to 
have let your thoughts lull you like that! You 
struggled not to panic, not to think of what the 
evening may have in store for you... A stray thought 
struck you, as you realized that you'd put on your most 
expensive silk undergarments this morning, in 
anticipation of an evening of pleasure with your new 
lover. "If they glimpse THAT..." you thought with a 
shudder, and you dared think no farther.

"A fine young beauty," purred the roughly dressed man. 
"We'll enjoy our task tonight, Trag," he added, 
satisfaction in his voice.

"Aye, she'll remember us, won't she, Bill!" the other 
spoke, his voice rough, and holding a tone you didn't 
like. You struggled as the two led you away, down a 
dark alley, around corners... further and further from 
the safety of familiar streets... till at last they 
pushed you into a rough room, lit by flickering 
lamplight cast across a quilted bed.

"Ah," you thought, divining their intent without too 
much difficulty. "Stupid, stupid, to allow myself to be 
caught!" And then your breath caught in your throat as 
a man stepped from a dark corner of the room, and you 
recognized a familiar face.

"Eric!" you sobbed, then straightened with a flush. "So 
John is responsible for this outrage! Where is he, I 
want to give him a piece of my mind!" You felt the rush 
of anger, but also felt a sudden peace, a sense of 
relief. If John was behind this, surely no harm would 
be done. Oh, he would know your anger!

"Aye, you'll be giving someone a piece, my lady," Trag 
chuckled, and you looked to Eric... and something in 
his face told you that you actually had every reason to 
worry, indeed.

Eric looked flustered, and a little sad. "Yes, you'll 
see John tonight, Lady Nicole. But first we have a task 
he ordered us to do."

Rough hands laid you on the bed, and began tearing at 
your clothing, and Eric added, as you were pinned to 
the bed, "John ordered us to bring you to him, lady. We 
are ordered not to strike you, and not to raise a 
bruise on you... but we are not to return until you are 
with us, and after you have been taken abed by the 
three of us."

Surely John was toying with you. His men had never 
touched you before now. And yet you felt your clothing 
being ripped, being cast aside, and warm hands on your 
body. You began to panic as you heard the musical 
tinkle of a belt buckle, as it was loosened, then felt 
your legs being pried apart, against your will.

You closed your eyes, but that still didn't stop the 
warm, heavy weight you felt against your inner thighs, 
moving upwards, and then piercing deep within you, 
sliding deep within that secret place. You opened your 
eyes to see Bill's face, enrapt with pleasure, as he 
began stroking within you, his breathing quickening.

And thus began an interval that lasted for what seemed 
like days, though later you realized that it must have 
only lasted a few hours. First Bill had you, grunting 
and heaving as he came. Then Trag was upon you, taking 
you with long strokes that became less than gentle 
towards the end, as he found his release and filled 
you. The big man was big in other ways, as well, and 
you winced as he hurt you a little.

Last of all, Eric covered you with his young body, as 
the other two held you fast. "I would have hoped for 
happier circumstances than this, lady," he murmured, 
too low for the others to hear, and he was gentle, very 
gentle... but he took you, nevertheless.

After that you were made to dress in the torn remnants 
of your finery, blindfolded, and gagged. Strong hands 
bound you efficiently, and quite beyond the possibility 
of escape.

Now entirely unable to see, you were led to a waiting 
dinghy, and soon you found yourself onboard the heaving 
deck of John's ship, with the familiar tang of salt in 
your nostrils, mixed with the smells of tar and hemp.

You were led inside, and found yourself at last tied to 
a rough upright redwood beam, at which point your 
blindfold was finally removed. Trag and Bill winked at 
you slyly, and Eric ducked his head shyly, as they left 
you. As your gag was still stoutly in place, you had no 
words to say.

"So what happens now?" you thought... and eventually 
you began to realize that the answer was... nothing. 
Your arms began to ache, tied high over your head, and 
you swayed but did not fall, as your feet were bound 
too. You heard the sounds of the sea, and the soft 
murmur of voices, far away... snatches of conversation 
too low to hear. Your body swayed again, with the pitch 
of the ship. You looked down at your expensive clothes, 
now ripped beyond mending, exposing generous patches of 
bare skin here and there across your body.

With a growing sense of shame, you realized that warm 
rivulets of the intermingled leavings of your three 
kidnappers were slowly coursing down your inner thighs, 
and you blushed to remember how they took you.

Anger gave way to fear, which gave way to boredom, 
which eventually gave way to sleep, though you later 
wondered how that was possible. And when you awoke, you 
saw, by the light of flickering candles, the face you 
most wanted to see.

"John!" you tried to shout, but with the gag, your 
words were unintelligible.

* * *

John didn't speak for a long moment, and you became 
uncomfortably conscious of the helplessness of your 
position. Surely he had plans for your body, plans that 
no doubt would include pleasures that you flushed even 
now to remember... and yet you wished you could talk to 
him. Oh, that he would take off this cursed gag! 

There is so much you wish you could say to him... 
Doesn't he know that? And doesn't he know how 
uncomfortable this position is? And you felt another 
discomfort, as well, from the effects of the ale you 
consumed so many hours ago, now a pressing need in your 
body... you needed to be untied so that you could be 
led to the bathroom! But how could you tell him that 
with your mouth gagged?

"I am not at all pleased with your latest activities," 
John spoke at last, his voice low. "I see that my men 
have adequately... prepared you..." At this his eyes 
raked across your tattered finery, and across your 
body. But one thing remains before you are ready for 
the punishment that I have planned for you, my wayward 
lady."

And with this, John left, closing the wooden door 
behind him.

* * *

More hours passed. John was not pleased, eh? Well, YOU 
were not pleased with HIS recent activities! You 
seethed with helpless rage. WHEN would he return? You 
watched as the sunlight from the open window slowly 
moved across the deck, as the day progressed. And your 
own pain progressed, as well, from the ache in your 
limbs, and the ache in your abdomen... "If John does 
not return soon and untie me, I'm going to very well 
piddle on his precious floor," you fumed, then realized 
that this was extremely likely... and the thought made 
you feel helpless and humiliated.

You dozed, despite yourself, and woke to such pain in 
your abdomen that you could barely maintain control 
over your bladder, agonizing cramps that racked your 
body and caused you to spasm with pain, whimpering into 
your gag like a little baby.

You were startled as the bolt to the door drew back, 
and John entered, in the company of a young woman with 
a mane of long, flowing red hair... very pretty 
actually, though you couldn't think of that long, as 
your body dissolved into pain once again, and you 
whimpered despite yourself. 

"Ah, yes, Celeste, she's just about ready," John 
murmured, then faced you and added, "Celeste, would you 
be so good as to tickle our lovely captive?"

TICKLE? No! You can't be serious! But John was. Celeste 
reached out with two hands, a mischievous grin on her 
face, and began tickling you on the ribs... and with a 
sudden spasm, you lost control of your bladder, sending 
endless fountains of urine in a warm gush down your 
legs, puddling on the floor. Your release went on and 
on, uncontrollable, splashing, gushing... your shame 
grew such that you wished you could die, yet it went 
on, and on...

"That's better," John chuckled, pleased with himself. 
His face turned hard then, and he said, "Since you 
can't seem to control your urges, my dear one, I 
thought I'd let you feel a loss of control in other 
ways, as well." He stepped carefully around the puddle 
on the floor, then pulled out his knife, long and 
gleaming. Your eyes grew big with fear.

With a series of rips, the knife cut through your 
expensive finery, causing it to fall away from your 
body, to the floor. You cringed as portions of the 
fabric fell into the dark, wet stain on the floor, then 
realized that the clothing was now no good anyway, 
ripped by your three kidnappers and further cut asunder 
by John's glittering knife. You felt the cold steel of 
the blade as it edged through your blouse, your skirt, 
then your panties... and you were completely helpless, 
naked before John and this strange woman, with your 
lower body glistening wet with urine... You whimpered 
now from shame, your pain now forgotten.

How could John do this? What was he going to do with 
you? Your mind whirled with thoughts, each one a 
torture to you. You watched as, very slowly, very 
deliberately, he unfastened just his belt, and removed 
it.

"When you left me, my beautiful FORMER captive," John 
said, putting a bite into that word, "My heart was 
broken. I felt such pain, such loneliness... But when I 
heard you had taken a lover in town, as well, my 
torture began in earnest.

SLAP! John struck you across the buttocks with his 
belt. SLAP! Pain shot through your entire body as he 
hit you again, wrapping the leather around your long, 
exposed legs.

"I loved you, my lady, with all my heart, and this is 
how you repay me," John said bitterly. If only this gag 
was removed! What you would say to him! You tried to 
speak anyway, but only muffled whimpers came out.

SLAP! Another stroke of the belt, across the stomach, 
stung like fire.

You whimpered again, tears in your eyes.

"And so now I am going to help you realize what 
tortures I endured, dear lady," he concluded, and you 
braced yourself for... what? Would he strike you again? 
You closed your eyes to prepare for the sting of more 
angry blows, but no blow came.

Instead you heard a sigh, and the creak of John's 
bedsprings, and you opened your eyes to see Celeste and 
John locked in an embrace, and John's hand cradling her 
breasts, stroking along her long, beautiful body...

And he was going to make you watch. You felt horror 
pass through you, dread, jealousy, revulsion. How far 
would he take this?

Very far indeed, you realized, watching Celeste take 
off her clothing, and John strip out of his as well. 
You saw his length, hard and straight, and a feeling of 
jealousy stabbed your heart.

"No, no," you tried to moan, but still it continued, as 
Celeste spread her legs to accommodate John's body over 
her... She wore only panties by this time, and John 
pushed the fabric aside and with one thrust he was 
inside her. She moaned gently as he began to move over 
her.

You closed your eyes again, unable to watch, yet you 
heard their moans, becoming louder and more 
insistent... and you opened them again to see John's 
release, as he pulled free at the last moment, 
fountaining his hot cum into the fabric of her panties.

"Oh, yes, lover," Celeste crooned, "I'm not done yet... 
finish me...."

"In a minute, love," John murmured, pulling her now-
soaked panties from her body. He wadded them up as if 
to throw them aside, and then got up from the bed and 
walked over to you.

"That gag must be uncomfortable, my lady," he said to 
you, as his hands reached behind your head to fumble 
with the knot that kept the gag tight. You moaned in 
anticipation of the gag being removed.

Suddenly it came free, and you gasped for air, 
breathing heavily. A few more gasps of air, then, 
"John! Stop this, I beg you! Please don't..."

You got no farther, as John suddenly forcefully pushed 
the soaked, wadded-up panties in your mouth, gagging 
you again, and then he replaced your gag over it, 
rendering you mute again. You gagged on the taste in 
your mouth, a taste of John's heavy semen, slowly 
oozing down your throat, mixed with Celeste's various 
perfumes.

And then, while you watched, John proceeded to finish 
her off. Her moans grew, became more insistent, until 
she cried out with her release, as John pistoned his 
long cock deep within her.

* * *

Later, after John and Celeste had said their goodbyes, 
and both left the cabin, Eric came to you with a 
washbasin and a sponge, and slowly began to wash your 
body, starting from the neck, down your long torso, 
cleaning the sweat from your body, and the now-dried 
liquid from your legs. As he worked, he talked to you 
softly.

"Please forgive him, Lady Nicole," he murmured, as the 
warm soapy liquid cleansed your body. "He was a man 
destroyed when you left... he has entirely been beside 
himself with grief. I have been running the ship for 
him, as he is completely unable to command. Only you 
can give us back our commander, dear lady. Please 
return to him."

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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