From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Kidnapping (FM+, romance)[1/5]
Date: 15 Jan 1996 17:32:48 GMT

			    The Kidnapping
				  by
				Nicole
			       Part One

	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.

	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, 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...

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Kidnapping (FM+, romance)[2/5]
Date: 15 Jan 1996 17:33:33 GMT

			   The Kidnapping
			       Part Two
				  by
				John
			  The Lessons Begin

	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
travelling 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
hypnotised 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...

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Kidnapping (FM+, romance)[3/5]
Date: 15 Jan 1996 17:34:30 GMT

			   The Kidnapping
			      Part Three
				  by
				 John
		       Nicole Becomes A Woman

	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 wonderous," 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...

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Kidnapping (FM+, romance)[4/5]
Date: 15 Jan 1996 17:36:21 GMT

			   The Kidnapping
			      Part Four
				  by
				Nicole
		    Nicole Pleases The First Mate

	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."

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Kidnapping (FM+, romance)[5/5]
Date: 15 Jan 1996 17:37:19 GMT

			   The Kidnapping
				  by
				 John
			      Part Five
			 Nicole Is Recaptured

	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."