Captive of Barbary

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The story of Barbarossa and his consort in piracy the beautiful Angelique is well known. What we shall do here is tell the tale of the early years, when a youthful Barbarossa, in the service of Ali Dayud the sinister Lord of Algiers, took the maiden Angelique from the ruins of her family castle in the midst of her wedding celebration and carried her as booty to the infamous Dayud where she suffered cruely, prey to his every perverse whim and desire.
But her fate was not to end as one of the broken slaves in his seraglio but rather to be rescued from her captivity by the same man who had stolen her from her home and heritage to begin with!
Barbarossa haunted by what he had done, the fate he had consigned her to, returned and rescued Angelique from her gilded prison.
Their love was the stuff of legends and their buccaneering exploits in succeeding years would make them the 'Scourge of the Mediterranian'

Here then is their story...

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This is a closed thread for SexyAmber and myself...others may be asked to participate as the story develops.

This is a tale of makebelieve though the pirates of the Barbary Coast were real enough.

 

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Barbarossa takes a captive...

Somewhere on the coast of France late in the 16th century.....

Barbarossa, Grand Admiral of the Lord Ali Dayud of fabled Algiers and the Barbary Coast, sat behind the massive oaken table in the great room of Castle Béziers and took stock of the treasures he would be returning with.
Laughter and screams could be heard through the open windows as his men dispatched the last of the prisoners and raped the village girls.
He took a long draft of rich red wine. Though a converted Muslim he'd been born a Christian and not so very far from here. He'd been 15, not much younger than the girl and had retained his taste for wine.
The girl...

He looked at her again, tied securely in the chair facing him. Her arms lashed behind the chair back, her young breasts thrust forward, barely contained within the torn white silk of her bodice. Her golden hair hung in disaray and a bruise darkened her smooth cheek. She had fought like a tiger.
He looked at his hand still weeping blood from her sharp angry teeth.
If she not been the Comtesse Angélique de Béziers, the new bride of the man lying murdered in the courtyard, his corpse still dressed in marriage finery and had she not been the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, he would have killed her as soon as she bit into his flesh.
As it was she would be invaluable as a gift to Ali Dayud, cementing once and for all the aliance of the Lord of Algiers and the pirate chieftan.
She would be even more valuable if...

"Are you a virgin?"
He demanded once again and was greeted again with stoney silence.
"We can find out you know...I can find out right now!"
More silence.

Anger rose in him like a black cloud.
He stood up and for the first time a hint of fear could be seen on her face.
Barbarossa was a big man.
Well over six feet in an age when a man a foot shorter was cosidered average.
His chest was broad and his waist narrow. Bronzed sinewy arms thrust from the white sleeves of his
shirt. His hair and beard were a rich auburn and his eyes the color of blued damascus steele.

"Admiral!"
A voice cried through the window,.
"Cavalry!...an army is coming!"

"Damn!"
Barbarossa cursed his luck and walked swiftly to the girl, slashed her bindings and picked her up under one arm. She began to kick and beat her fists on his back.
"Little Hell Cat, wait till Dayud gets a hold of you."

He tossed her to several of his men.
"Take her aboard and lock her in my cabin."
He strode quickly through the Castle keep, kicking his men off their victims and selecting a score of the comliest girls he ordered them put aboard along with the rest of the booty.

By the time the French soldiers arrived Barbarossa's ships were mere specks on the horizon

 

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[SexyAmber]

Her mind raced as she leveled her amber gaze on him. Her lithe limbs tugging at the bindings against the chair. Her ivory corseted in disarray, tainted with blood, sweat, tears and dust. Her new husband slain before her eyes and now this barbarian questions her. He was due no answers.


"Are you a virgin?"

His question was met with no response save the low hiss in her throat. The golden decorative sparkles of gold painted on her high cheekbones now smeared from the struggle. Crimson marred her chin with Barbarossa’s blood. That scarred hand her only satisfaction at this moment. The only thing keeping her sane.

She was dimly aware of the burning in her fragile cheek from his violence against her. What a savage he was, the way he tore at her bodice. And now her creamy breasts heaved against the strained material in efforts to calm herself. Her hatred was evident in the depths of her bronze gaze that refused even now to grant him the respect of looking at him. She would not mourn her husband, he would not receive that satisfaction from her.

As he rose and barreled toward her with his rage at her denying him answers she flinched, her eyes widened, revealing the fear she held. It was quickly stifled by the interruption from the window. Perhaps a tinge of a smirk fell across her beautiful visage hearing an army was coming but it was quickly smothered as he tossed her to his shoulder.

As she was tossed to the men, the groped her, violated the untainted flesh of her delectable form and she bite and kicked and punched until they groaned and growled in pain. Most wanting to slit her pretty throat but knowing that was not the order they received.

And so she was tossed to his cabin, again retied to the a sturdy chair, and this time her head fell forward cloaking her in a blanket of platinum tresses as the soothing rocking of the ship coaxed her exhausted body into slumber.

 

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"You look damned uncomfortable Countess."
His voice was rich and deep.

She looked up with a start, tossing the mane of blond hair over her shoulder with a twist of her head, refusing to look at her tormentor.

The deck pitched suddenly as the 'Tigress', Barbarossa's flag ship came around to a new heading and caught the wind in her big lateen sails.
Angélique's face drained of color and her stomach turned alarmingly.

He laughed...He laughed!

"BASTARD!...BASTARD!"
She wanted to kill him.

"So you can talk. You have a tongue, a pretty one too I'll bet."
He took her chin in his rough hand and looked at her closely. Yes, amazingly beautiful a clear complexion, full curved lips, high cheek bones...
She spit in his face.

He slapped her hard enough to send the chair skittering across the deck.
Barbarossa fought down the blind rage that welled up within him....careful...careful...she's not yours...not yours.
"Are you a virgin? I ask again for the last time. Have you ever known a man?"

silence...

He moved into her field of vision, he'd stripped off his shirt and she could see the extraordinary width of his powerful shoulders, his skin was dark from the sun. Scars were etched against the sleek sinews of his muscles. He would have made two of poor Francois, lying dead in his wedding vestments.

He sat on the bed and slid off his boots.
Then he stood up and smiled at her unbuckling his wide belt and began to strip off his tight breeches. They were half way down his powerful thighs, his masculinity was filling his codpiece like a tightly balled fist...

"What are you going to do!?"
Her voice was edged with alarm.

He didn't answer but turned his back to her and finished removing his clothes.
Her heart was racing, she twisted in her bindings...no use.

He had the body of a bronze Greek God...he was turning around!
She wanted to close her eyes but...

He confronted her, crossing his massive arms across his naked chest. His cock was thickening and rising with the heated blood this girl was causing to course through his veins.

"I told you that I'll find out if you were a virgin even if I must take your maidenhead myself!"

 

[SexyAmber]

She would give anything to stop the maddening rocking of this ship, the way it caused her stomach to be in a perpetual knot of fury against her body. He was ruthless cruel, that menacing deep laugh at her apparent discomfort. What a savage he was.

She was almost arrogant in her disgust for him. Never has anyone even dared to treat her as such and so when he cupped in her flawless face she spit from those lips that seemed to be carved out of mahogany. The blow was blinding as she was sent reeling across the floor, She scurried to a cower in the cabin’s corner but his massive form was surprisingly swift as he stalked after and seared the skirt from the forbidden swells of her heavenly body. Legs of sheer ivory curled up quickly in efforts to shield herself from his vision, she had gasped at his raping of her decadent dressing skirt. Her corset seemed to clung possessively to the mounds of her breasts refusing to leave her creamy skin. Her breaths were rapid though she hid it but it was revealed in the heaving of her delectable bosom.

Then he began to strip with that smug smile. The fright tinged her voice as she asked what he was going to do. His body seemed carved of bronze, such a contrast to her pale satin skin. His muscles seemed to ripple with each movement, her body a contradiction in it’s inviting softness.

As he turned around she cast her angry copper gaze to the window. Her pools lighted with fire in their immense amber depths yet her stare was drawn to him as he stood boldly and proudly naked before her, he demanded her attention with his defined tanned body. And she felt the stink of his handprint on her cheek as her eyes caught his manhood. She could feel the blush rising to her immortally stunning face and she knew at that moment he was not kidding. The words like a snake’s venom hissed from her garnet tiers yet the alarm could not be masked. She was not one who could be tamed but she was sensible enough to know that he was deadly serious. yet she couldn't quite keep her curious gaze on the art that was his strong body.

“Yes I am”

Her mind raced for a reason to curb his appetitie.

"And perhaps worth more that way"

In blind effort she tried to reason with the greedy side of this experienced pirate.

 

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His reaction surprised her.
He laughed!

"Indeed you are...indeed you are.
A kings ransom little Countess."
Then amazingly he began to get dressed!

She cowered nearly naked on the bed, looking at him slip his breeches over his formidable manhood and then slide on his boots.
He came over to her, his mahagony chest still bare and she could see the tracery of scars that cut across it.
"Get up."
She didn't.
"Get up!"

Slowly she began to uncoil from her position.
Not fast enough...
He pulled her up by her hair, taking the thick honeyed mass in his hand, he lifted her off his bed.
Tears welled up in her eyes from the pain and then his lips were on hers in a brutal kiss.
His smelled of oak, and salt, and the smoke of the fires that had burned her home.
She fought him.
His arm came around her narrow waist nearly crushing her. His lips burned into hers, she felt her own lips parting...a brief brush of his tongue.'

"NO!" she gasped, and he released her.
She nearly fell but managed to right herself grabbing on to the edge of the chart table.
He looked at her, only the ragged remains of her white gown still hung around her waist but it too was so torn that one perfectly formed leg was exposed, as were her breasts.
Her breasts...
Pointed ivory mounds thrust high and heaving with each breath, her nipples pale rose buds excited by her exertions, standing up, waiting...wanting...
She was suddenly aware of her own nudity and tried to cover herself.

"Behind you."
"What?"
"Behind you. The head...The necessary room.
Youve been tied upo for 6 hours, use it if you have to. Wash up there's water in the basin. And don't shut the door."
She looked at him aghast!

"Don't worry girl, I'll be busy with my charts. I'll send someone to get you some new clothes."

She fled into the tiny closet, thankful at least for not being raped, but was she?

 

[SexyAmber]

His brutal kiss seemed to stain her pouty mouth with his scent. Marking her with his raw masculine order and she pushed and shoved at his broad shoulders trying to fight the invasion into her petal soft mouth. His tongue slashed across hers and she attempted to spit in his mouth but his grip was like a corset around her, their saliva mixed in that moment were he raped her lush mouth and they had now tasted each other, willingly or not.

As she was shoved back she stumbled back, arms flaying to grab anything to steady herself, hearing the blatant tear of her gown and she immediately rushed her hands up to cover her gems. Her breasts a creamy ivory that slightly upturned the peaks painted a soft coral color against her porcelain flesh. They were seemingly painfully erect in her breathless struggle, the nipples tiny, quarter size, compared to the abundant pert mounds that graced her chest. It was if this angel had never seen the sun in her alabaster hue.

"Behind you."
"What?"
"Behind you. The head...The necessary room.
You’ve been tied up for 6 hours, use it if you have to. Wash up there's water in the basin. And don't shut the door."

Her face flushed with a cinnamon hue in both anger and disgust. Then she scoffed and arrogantly with as much dignity as possible tossed her hair over her shoulder and turned. Inside she felt defiled and hissed her anger as she walked into the small closet. Her delectable body coiled downward as she squatted over the basin on the floor, the soft splashing sound of her amber stream echoed against the wooden planks as she groaned softly at this humiliation.

She stood and leaned over the basin, the water smelled of salt and sunshine. She took the rag within and began cleansing herself. The harsh scratch on her face was freed of the dried blood and she raked her fingers through the riot of platinum tresses that lay in disarray, from being grabbed by it. Her whole body ached, her flesh was meticulously cleansed until each divine inch smelled of the ocean. She huddled her body in the corner, refusing to come out until someone arrived with the clothing. Her bewitching azure gaze peered through the wide slats in the door way to look at the man that held her prisoner.

 

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He was trying on her clothes!

No, he was holding them up in front of him, looking at a mirror she couldn't see.
Those were her clothes! Angelique was stunned. When had the marauders had time from raping to sack her wardrobe?
One after the other he was picking up her favorite gowns, her peasent dresses, her chemises, her...unmentionables, and throwing them in a ragged pile at his feet.
For some reason this was infuriating her!

*Silly frills...useless for shipboard...she'll break her neck in these...*
The thoughts raced through his mind as he contemplated keeping her clothed and safe on shipboard for the next ten days. Throwing the last satiny dress on the bed he strode over to his own wardrobe and threw the door open.
She saw his herculean shoulders, rippling with muscles even as he made the simplest of movements...what was he doing!?

He turned then with a bundle of white cloth in his hands and walked over to the closet.
"Stop hiding! God's blood, I won't eat you...your too valuable. Come out!"

Angelique stuck her gold tressed head around the corner.
"Give me my clothes!" She demanded.

"Useless fripperies...we'll save them for Dayud, he'll love to tear them off your body...
Now come out!"

Her cerulean eyes flashed lightening, "Not without my clothes!"

"Suit yourself then."
He threw the white cloth into the closet.
"There's a shirt of mine, it'll cover you to your knee's while I have the sailmaker stitch you some pantaloons."

Pantaloons!

But I'm tellin' you now that's my head and when I need to use it...I'm coming in."



Barbarossa...thanks Amber...

 

[SexyAmber]

(whew he looks sexy!)

She was furious. Her throbbed as fantasies of him laying dead in a pool of blood were her only comfort. His strong hands tainting all her beautiful clothing. The heated banter continued back and forth until the white tunic hit her in the face. She huffed and creep behind the protection of the planked walls and slid it over her decedent body.

The material, slithered, clinged, as if a mind of it’s own around her curves of divinity. It was huge on her compared to his massive torso, it fell against the arc of her ivory knees. Demure bare feet walked against the wooden floor as she once more appeared. Her platinum mane seemed to produce a shimmering halo of gold around her as the sun sought entrance through the slatted windows. Fingers mad at work in trying to cover the swells of her cleavage that the huge neckline scantly revealed. She groaned softly, having never before shown her legs to a man, that would be considered scandalous. Each calf seemed carved of the finest porcelain. How beautiful she would look once the sun had stained her skin a mouth-watering caramel.

Her indigo gaze narrowed at him as the eternal curls of butter still sought refuge on the curves of her body. The barest hint of her coral nipples shown through the oversized tunic which she quickly covered with her mane.

Her beauty was stunning now in this clean state. The scratch on her face had been cleaned though still visible and she leaned against the wall in the farthest corner from him.

"Pantaloons!!!"

She shimmered to a low fiery smolder, her voice full of venom and hatred as her feline gaze snapped to his god like visage.

"Are you planning on starving me to death?" She had an idea.

 

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She swayed inside the big loose shirt and backlit as she was against the sunset outside the stern windows, he could see each delicious curve of her body.
She was bold, bold as brass. Her back straight , her sculpted chin thrust forward...eyes flashing.

"Are you planning to starve me to death!"

Her breasts filled the open neck of his shirt with ripe soft curves.
Her nipples tented the fabric darkly and sent creases from their points like arrows pointing to a feast...

"Well...are you!"

Small delicate feet, the nail of each toe carefully groomed. His eyes journeyed up the alabaster curves of her toned smooth legs...
She would be a supper worth relishing into the wee hours of the night.

She stamped her pretty foot in frustration.

He rose from the table where'd he'd been so boldly staring at her and poured a goblet of wine.
He gestured to it.
"Come here and sit girl. This will do you more good than food right now. We're about to get into some heavy weather."

Indeed the Tigress was beginning to roll and pitch even worse than before.
She walked to the table as though every step was costing her very life.

Suddenly she felt a wave of heat rising in her and the cabin began to swim.
She pitched forward into Barbarossa's oak like arms and he grabbed her tight to his chest. She felt the roughness of his hair against her face.
Angelique's arms held on to him for support and she felt the leonine strength of his body, his heat, his smell...
She pushed away!

"I, I'm fine...Just let me sit down."

He helped her into the chair and sat back down.
His eyes traveled hungrily up the length of ivory leg and thigh that his disheveled shirt exposed.
Trying to keep a distance from this woman would be a damned hard thing to do.

 

[SexyAmber]

With the brutal sway of the ship she was sent crashing into his sinewy arms. It was like crashing a pillow into a wall. Their contrast was potent. Her softness, His steely embrace. Those enticing nipples were dart like against his muscled chest through the scant material of the shirt. Her small fingers dug into his shoulders as she clung to him. For a moment her golden head rested on his shoulder. A mutiny of her silken buttery mane over took his copper chest as her sinful body melted to his. Like molten lava her curves seemed to mold to his form.

The spinning would not stop. His scent an assault on her. Masculine, salty. Her scent a spell cast on him, enthralling and feminine. His body was like being kissed by the sun, eternally warm and heated to the touch. Her own body slightly chilled in scarce tunic she wore as the sun set. Small hands shoved from him with a scratch of her nails down his right chest leaving evil red trails of her fury once more. Like a hellcat she scorned herself for relying on him in that moment for his physical strength.

"I, I'm fine...Just let me sit down."

As he escorted her to the chair, azure eyes were hidden by the heavy hooding of her lids, lashes of honey seemed endless, and her sadistically beautiful body swayed and it was than her head fell forward with a soft whimper, each wave the “Tigress” crested seemed to feel as if the earth was rotating off it’s axis. Stability…please just stability. With each sway his shirt that now adorned her form shifted upwards, offering a persuasive view of the richness of her creamy thigh. Her milky skin covered in tiny bumps as she shivered. Harsh fingerprints tainted the tender flesh above her knee, one of the many bruises she had incurred as his men dragged her to his cabin. But now, the unrivaled beauty of her face was shielded by the silken tendrils of sunshine as her fingers curled beneath the chair to steady herself.

A single teardrop of sweat began it's lustful voyage down her throat and sinfully raining toward her cleavage as an aggravated hiss left her lips admist the whimpers of agony. She spoke softly, yet her hypnotic voice was coiling with disgust.

"Why me?"

Nightfall was coming, she could see from the portal, he had to sleep, that was her chance...he had to sleep...or did he?

 

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She sipped the cool wine and it seemed to steady her a bit.
He stood up and walked to the stern windows, his hands crossed in the small of his back. The lantern light whose wick he had just struck cast him in sharp hued chiaroscuro, gold and deep shadow etched the sinews of his body. Outside he could see the running lights of the rest of the squadron coming on.
The girl was a fearful distraction. He needs must deliver her intact to Dayud but....
But.....

He rocked side to side easily compensating for the roll of the ship, the corded muscles of his thighs clearly seen beneath the skin tight deerskin breeches.

Angélique took another drink and several deep breaths. She shut her lustrous blue eyes for a moment and tried to calm herself. She had to survive this somehow.

"You are magnificent.'

Her eyes snapped open. He was towering over her, her face on a level with his powerfully muscled abdomen.
She swallowed hard.
His rough fingers gripped her shoulders like two vises then slipped beneath the fabric of the loose fitting shirt and slid down over the ivory smoothness of her breasts...

She leaped up and the shirt split down the front to the hem as she wrenched herself away from him.

"DON"T TOUCH ME!"

Barbarossa's brow knit in seething anger, his hands clenched into tight fists nearly as large as her face.

She backed away as he advanced on her.

"You spoiled bitch...You're lucky that I don't throw you to my crew....In fact that's what I'll do."
He lunged at her.

She came up fast against the chart table and looked around desperately for a weapon of some sort.
He couldn't be serious....he couldn't!

"How would you like that, Comtesse. I have some very nasty men out there, who would kill for a chance to spread your legs
wide open and rape you!"

"Nooo..."
her voice caught in her throat.

He was on her now and his hands tore the shirt from her body.
His lips were crushing hers in a brutal kiss and she was being pushed back...back onto the table, her tender perfect breasts crushed flat against his steel hard chest.

What could save her now!

 

[SexyAmber]

His mouth was like as damaging as his fist on her pouty silken mouth, her fingernails dug into the flesh of his shoulders as she kicked beneath him. Her body was no match for his brute strength, surely he held a maiden down before. Her revealed hips bucked against his strong ones and she drew her hand upwards, her breath was stolen from her own lungs and sucked greedily into his mouth. Her ripe alabaster breasts melted against his bronze chest of rock texture.

Her arms lifted and her fingernails became talons on his cheek as she cupped over eye and dug deep in the skin in a thrashing rake trying to push his feeding and demanding mouth from hers. Her screams were stifled by his smothering kisses of fierce and wanton need.

She would fought until her breath was gone. His tongue explored and claimed the warm, moist chamber of her mouth. She could taste him, he filled her mouth, salty and masculine. An exasperated moan left her crimson tiers as she felt the blood trickle from below his eye to her own cheek and mar her exquisite buttery tresses.

 

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She tore his cheek.
He grabbed her wrists and jerked them away, pinning her arms to the oaken table. His mouth was on hers, smashing her down, soft yield of breast and belly under him.
He thrust his hips between her legs. Pushed the bulge of his ferocious manhood against the vulnerable cleft of her sex.
She fought him, her arms trying desperately to break free.
In anger she was even more beautiful. Her face flushed with passion, her eyes a fierce shining cobalt....

You!..You, bitch!...You Vixen!...I'll have you by God! Dayud be damned!

His mouth was on her breasts, ravaging , raping .
He sucked her nipples into his mouth, flattened them between his teeth.
She cried out!
He had never tasted anything so sweet.
He released her hands and gathered the jutting mound of her breast in his hands, squeezing upwards, forcing her nipple even further into his thirsty greedy mouth.
She flailed against his back, struck his head.
Arm under her back...lifting her like a toy...

Bastard!...Bastard!...I will kill you!

He flung her down onto the bed, she slithered away into the jumbled sheets.

He stripped off his breeches like a madman and now she could see him completely, dangerously rampant.
Thrusting up from a mass of curling black hair, his cock stood thick as an oak sapling, curving up to a tapered purple head on which she could see a glint of oily moisture.

He advanced on her like an irresistable storm cloud.

Anger replaced fear and like a cornered tigress she lept at him!

 

[SexyAmber]

There was no doubt he was amazingly beautiful, most women probably begged him to bed them when he arrived in ports. But to Angelique was a the ruthless barbarian that slain her husband and destroyed her village.

The coral peak of her nipple lengthen double like a flower about to bloom. Her alluring body thrashed beneath him as his mouth feasted almost possessively on the tantalizing nub. She cried out as his canine teeth began scraping it, nipping it, biting it. Her divinely swelled hips swung up to try to throw him off her, her head tossed side to side in fury as blonde tresses kissed her flush face. Her addicting crimson tiers gaped open in agony as he cupped her nipple like a chalice and forced more into his mouth. It was as if he had just been giving the greatest treasure of all his journeys and he wanted to devour her whole. His large hands cupping her rounded upturned breasts as he fed it to himself, how perfectly it fit in his large palms, how her skin was like the finest silks. His tanned digits against the flawless ivory of her skin, and her nipple puckered wickedly as he demanded it’s arousal with his forceful, starved mouth. He had tasted her flesh, it was intoxicating addicting in it’s sugary flavor.

As his hand released her wrists to claim her breasts greedily, she swung at him.

Bastard!...Bastard!...I will kill you!

He picked her up and tossed her effortlessly, she was seemingly weightless against his strength. Her look was lethal and deadly, her eyes mere slits as they narrowed like the stormy seas they seemed to swirl with anger. And then he stripped as she lay dishelmed on the bed. Her eyes widened as fear swept through seeing his monstrous manhood, blonde tresses licked hungrily at the swells of her breasts now red with his fingerprints, her downy sex smooth and slick save a small patch of buttery hair above her mound. Each delectable feature of her was tinged crimson with fury. As he stood before her, for a brief moment her eyes leveled to his gaze and she felt the fear. Then she hissed softly and lunged at him. Her arms swinging and her nails scratching. Tiny fists pounded into his chest as she screamed breathlessly for help. His threatening manhood pressed to the taut curve of her alabaster belly. Hands searching blindly for anything on the oaken table tops and a dagger lie there one he no doubt used for cutting fruit and bread, it was small and worn, her fingers curled it and she swung her arm up, leaving a wicked slash above his heart, not deep but causing his blood to immediately swim down his bronze muscled chest.

“BASTARD UNHAND ME LEST I KILL THEE”

She was so determined, so spirited, and so utterly beautiful. She didn’t have the force to even penetrate the pathetic dagger through the solid muscle of his chest if she tried, yet she was relentless, holding the dagger in a shaking hand to his chest once more. Any who viewed this scene would find it almost humorous at the feral damsel threatening the huge naked man before her.

 

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She'd cut him!
He looked down at the slice above his heart that was beginning to seep crimson.
*She'd cut him...and now she came at him again!*
He grabbed her slender wrist and stopped another lunge of the blade just short of his chest.
He took Angelique around the waist and crushed her against him, her entire body soft and fever hot painted on his own.
"Vixen!...he breathed in her ear. I'll have you crawling on the floor for me!"

Her teeth sunk into his neck and he lept back, blood streaming from the new wound!
All was rage now, lust had given way to a murderous reaction.
He twisted one fist into her hair and drew back the other...
Shh saw his massive hand knot up, hard as broken iron, prepared to deliver the final blow.
Good, she thought, he will kill me and I can be with my poor husband at last.

He hesitated.
She was a treasure. She was worth gold. Lot's of it. Let Dayud have her...let him eat her alive...

"Admiral!"

A pounding at the door!
He released her and she fell back into the swaying bed.
He threw the door open and if the crusty sailor standing there saw anything strange in Barbarossa's appearence, naked with blood streaming from two wounds, he didn't show it.
"Admiral, we see a ship's lights off the port bow, two leagues ahead. It may be one of the pilgrim vessels bound to Rome."

He started to throw on his clothes and gestured at Angelique.
"Throw her in the cable tier and lock it. We'll see how well she keeps in there for a day or two."
He stood up, once again the virile Pirate chief.
He looked at her as the seamen took her away.
"You and I are not finished!"

 

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(((((bump)))))
Have at it Amber!

 

[SexyAmber]

The unbridled rage seethed through her as she was tossed like a used doll to the cabin tier, a soft hiss left her throat as she heard the lock of the heavy iron. It was then she sank down against the wall slowly. Her platinum was deshelved around her flawless face and her trembling digits drew through it in blind effort to tame it. Her naked alabaster flesh was now tainted with dirt, his blood and those huge handprint of his.

Her knees drew up to shelter her heavenly naked form, her head falling forward, as if blanketing herself with her golden mane. Tears silently slithered down her porcelain face as all was silent save the rocketing of the ship as it crashed through the waves. Her silver gaze drew toward the port hole…night would soon come. She prayed he would be killed by the approaching ship. She thought of her husband…her family…then of him as her flaxen lashes closed and she drifted to sleep.

 

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The chase was long and frustrating and in the end unrewarding. They were indeed rich laden pilgrim vessels but unlike most these were savvy and fast.
Barbarossa's ships on the other hand were already up to the gunnels in plunder and their bottoms fouled from two months at sea.
They never came within cannon range and on the evening of the second day, the fiery bearded Pirate, slammed his spyglass closed and turned to his mate.
"Papal galleys, six of them have met the bastards.
Make signal to bear away...south to Algerie."

Below in his cabin Barbarossa, quaffed the best part of a bottle of Provencal wine, and stalked up and down. His mind fired by frustration and his loins fired by need.
Should he take the girl or not?
How much would it lessen her value to Dayud if he did...

The memory of her scented flesh, the feel of her yielding ivory skin in his hands, the taste of her coral hued peaks stiffening in the heat of his mouth.
His throbbing cock had lay within the very folds of her steamy young sex...one thrust..one thrust and...
His fingers went to the blood still caked on his chest...The wound stung and he'd bear the scar forever.
He hurled the bottle against the wall and the fact that it didn't shatter made him even angrier!
Fuck the Dey of Algiers!
He'd have the little vixen now!...right now!

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"Get away from me." Angelique said., her hands clutching in the darkness for a weapon.
The filthy bosun, more a wild boar than a man continued to advanace on her in the nearly pitch black hell of the cable tier.
She had scurried into the farthest corner and now was trapped. She could see the huge swollen head of his cock swaying theateningly in front of her.
"Come on you French Whore...Give it to me before the Captain sells you to..."

The small door burst open and the enormous figure of Barbarossa filled it completely.
The Bosun stopped, frozen in place...She could see his face had become a mask of fear!

Without a word the bosun was wrenched up like a rag doll and dragged screaming out of the tier. She heard the sound of crunching bones and then silence.
She shut her eyes dreading what might happen next and was surprised to find herself picked up in the pirate chief's strong arms and carried from the dank chamber.
"Keep your eyes closed...too much light now and it will hurt you."
She was a doll in his huge arms, small and weak and suddenly realising just how vulnerable she was.

He kicked the door to his cabin open and sent her once again into the small side compartment to wash herself from the 'funk' of the cable tier.
"I'll have food ready when you get out."

As she stripped her rags away and began to wash she wondered if all of this was going to repeat again. Wondered if this time she would have the strength to plunge the dagger into his heart.

 

[SexyAmber]

-it felt good to have the filth washed from her porcelain skin. An almost contented sigh left her as the liquid rushed the curves of her virgin flesh. Her flaxen mane hung in damp curls to her waist as she stepped from the bathing chamber and she kept the towel safely around her. Her silver hued gaze scanned the room, all that was there was one of His shirts, the sleeves gone and a wispy white material like gauze to protect his massive form from the sun’s revenge. She slipped it over her head, it came nearly to her ankles. She paused a moment realizing how large a man in stature he was compared to her. She stuck out on this ship, her skin and untainted ivory compared those bronze images around her. Her silken mane fell gently down the curve of her spine, still damp from the much need bath. Her angelic face now clean only revealing the stunning beauty of her more boldly. Her lips always carrying a port wine hue to match her cheeks. She almost felt at peace again, as if with the bath, the water had washed away all those men’s handprints and the burning rape of their eyes. And his blood was gone from her too….She could have killed him, if only a bit stronger…next time….next time.

She leaned against the wooden walls, feeling the rock of the ship. Still quite dizzy from the motion. Food she needed food. Her smoldering gaze fell again to the portal and it seemed the skyline ate the sun. Darkness approached, her first night here. She could see the small glow on the deck where the torches were being lit. Her teeth captured her bottom rubied lip as saw a map laying on a table. She walked to it, her ethereal body still sore, she held her side softly and looked upon the stewart’s map. His map would be better to view…where are they..where are we going? She studied the map, barely able to understand anything as it seemed these pirates spoke many different languages. She could smell the scent of food and her stomach rumbled. This salt air had made her so thirsty , so hungry. She sat in the chair afforded the room and awaited her meal. Surely they would give her eating utensils. She thought of His rage when he walked into his cabin and saw the Bosum trying to ravage her. The fear in the Bosum’s eyes and the pure hatred in Barbarossa’s. She was worth a fortune to someone. She needed to find out who and why they picked her to live. She needed to find out who and plot her revenge on them all, but first..gain your strength you must eat, she told herself and with that she waited.

 

[ariosto]

Her fingers were still idly tracing imaginary lines of escape on the battered map when Barbarossa came back ito the cabin.
The door slammed against the bulkhead and there he was.
She spun quickly to face him, already tensing up, preparing for whatever was to come but she froze when she saw him standing there looking at her with luminescent eyes of a great cat, her heart betraying something that her mind would not accept.
He'd stalked in like a prowling tiger. He'd just come down from the deck where stripping naked, he'd had several crewmen throw buckets of cold seawater over his body and then had scrubbed himself thoroughly.
Now he was there before her, the yellow light of the burning tapers turning his skin to darkened gold. His long black hair was wet and spread across his shoulders and hung halfway down his back.
Angelique tried to remain uneffected by the broad hard musculature of his chest and the corrugated bands of sinew across his belly. She could see the fresh wound that her knife had made.
He was cald only in tight fitting breeches that did little to hide the
formidable bulge of his cock.
She tore her eyes away...and met his...her lips parted to speak.

"A joint of mutton, bread and wine are on their way."
It was as though he read her desperate need for food and drink.

He jammed his frame into a chair that seemed much to small for him and grabbed her wrist.
She pulled back, but with a jerk of his massive arm he yanked her back against him.
Her breast was against his cheek, she could feel the stubble through the thin fabric of his shirt.

"You told me you were a virgin."
His voice was deep as thunder.
She barely nodded....whispered, "yes".
"You won't be much longer Comtessa."

"Ere y'are Admiral...what you asked for."
A one eyed sailor had unexpectedly brought in the steaming joint on a platter along with warm fresh bread and disappeared immediately.
Angelique suddenly could think of nothing else...food!...GOD it had been 2 days since she'd eaten anything. She broke away and grabbed at the bread.
He caught her hand once again.

"Look at me."
Her eyes were on the savory meat laid out before her.
"I said...LOOK AT ME!"
Barbarossa jerked her head around and stood up. He towered over her.
"I've cleaned you, dressed you and fed you. I've kept you safe from my crew who'd cut my throat if they thought they could lay hands on you...."
He tilted her head back and buried his face in the warm arch of her throat and then kissed his way up to the trembling coral wetness of her lips.

"Eat..."
He pointed at the food.
"And when your finished...willing or not, I'm going to take you little slave."



OOC...your PM box is full darlin'

 

[SexyAmber]

She jumped back as the door slammed open. He appeared before her. Her stormy enchanting gaze drew instantly to him and a gasp left her. He was breath taking in reality, a man used to women begging to grace his bed chamber. Bronzed and muscled, the very essence of masculinity. She internally punished herself for even thinking this barbarian had the least bit of physical appeal. His whiskey hued gaze demanded her gaze and she peered through a veil of flaxen lashes with her captivating molten gaze of silver. Her bottom coral tiers was captured in her teeth as she could feel herself holding her breath beneath his gaze. Was he going to yell that she wore his shirt? Yell that she had slashed him? She back slowly to the wall.

"A joint of mutton, bread and wine are on their way."

A soft blink fell over her lashes as he could subconsciously see her inner thought. Her spell binding voice spoke with a new acquired rasp from all her screaming.

“Thank you”, a mere whisper

Thank you? She was thanking him? Her angelic face begin to contort into a scowl before he seized her arm effortless. The curve of her ripe young breasts were melted securely to his cheek and she gasped.

"You told me you were a virgin."
His voice was deep as thunder.
She barely nodded....whispered, "yes".
"You won't be much longer Comtessa."

If only she wasn’t so close to him could she mask her fear, yet with her breasts against him the tremble of her form began to ripple through them both, like lightening through a cloud. Her bewitching gaze transfixed to the slash she gave him before…

"Ere y'are Admiral...what you asked for."
A one eyed sailor had unexpectedly brought in the steaming joint on a platter along with warm fresh bread and disappeared immediately.
Angelique suddenly could think of nothing else...food!...GOD it had been 2 days since she'd eaten anything. She broke away and grabbed at the bread.
He caught her hand once again.

"Look at me."
Her eyes were on the savory meat laid out before her.
"I said...LOOK AT ME!"
Barbarossa jerked her head around and stood up. He towered over her.
"I've cleaned you, dressed you and fed you. I've kept you safe from my crew who'd cut my throat if they thought they could lay hands on you...."
He tilted her head back and buried his face in the warm arch of her throat and then kissed his way up to the trembling coral wetness of her lips.

Again he imprisoned her in his rough grip, a soft cry left her as his strength was even unknown to him and surely he was not the type to ever handle a woman with gentleness. His fingers weaved in her flaxen mane and her head was yanked back, a small cry leaving the back of her throat. She could smell him…the salt and the masculine scent of him almost melting into her flesh…most certainly on the shirt she wore. Then those lips against her throat. Dominating and strong lips claiming the flesh of the slender ivory column of her delicate throat. Her fingernails dug into his massive biceps in blind effort to free herself from his grip, to which he did not even flinch. His mouth continued it’s claim on her throat, then she felt his mouth on hers. Demanding and strong against her glossy divine lips. The melding of strength and fragility. The pout of her tiers was encompassed against the brute force of his kiss. He had tasted her mouth, the sweet warm moisture that her mouth had held. Her body seemed to freeze as his mouth met hers and he forced his raping kiss against her virgin tiers.

"Eat..."
He pointed at the food.
"And when your finished...willing or not, I'm going to take you little slave."

She was released from the passionate imprisonment of the kiss. Her ripe breasts heaved as she struggled to capture her breath. The coral upturned peaks of her nipples were prominently silhouetted against the gauzy material. She was speechless and she yanked from him angrily..confused…trying to mask everything. Her delicate small digits began devouring the food as she brought it to her mouth, she was famished. She reached for the wine and her feline gaze lifted to him.

“Can I have this too?”