Enslaved in his Harum

[angelique127]

{ The year 1851...off the southern coast of Italy on an American passenger ship sailing back to the the city of Savannah in Georgia. Newlyweds Isabelle Lynne Anderson and her husband Charles are returning home after a visit to Paris on business of a cotton sale contract in Europe. They are a wealthly young couple, she a beautiful blond entitled, spoiled southern belle, he the rich dashing son of a planter and slaveowner. }

It was mid morning and Isabelle and her husband Charles were strolling upon the deck. Although they were first class passengers she found their cabin rather cramped and stuffy. The weather was fair and the day was sunny and the sea calm. Isabelle carried a parasol to shade her skin from the summer sun. Her expensive gown was of the latest style, purchased in Paris, as was her corsett and fine silk stockings and other delicates she wore despite the heat. It was important to dress in style and be fashionable. Charles also was dressed in a fine tailored suit, which showed off his status as a wealthy gentleman. Together they were a striking handsome couple.

" I do declare, Charles, I just can't wait to be back home ! Paris was lovely but I miss our plantation. " Isabelle said as she walked arm in arm around the deck with her husband.

" Yes, I need to begin production now that we have our new deal. They expect our export within weeks darlings. " Charles was exited to have negoiated the new contract.

They paused at the rail looking out at the sea. Charles then kissed his wife. " I love you Isabelle. "

" And I love you Mr. Anderson. " she whispered returning his kiss. Isabelle couldn't ever remember being so in love with someone. Charles had pursued her, one of many admirers but he had swept her off her feet. Isabelle was no doubt content with her choice...

" Captain sir, you might want to see this ! " A sailor shouted from above deck, offering him the telescope. Both Isabelle and Charles glanced towards the direction the first mate pointed. A ship was approaching in the distance. At first they were not alarmed or sensed any danger until the captain suggested that they both go below to thier cabin.

" Do you think we can outrun them sir ? " the first mate asked.

" We have no choice, we are not armed. "

Charles took his wife and escorted her below to their cabin.

" Who are they Charles ? " Isabelle asked suddenly filled with dread. She had heard rumors that barbary pirates were very active this year, although they were usually not this far west off the coast.

" I'm not sure darling. Perhaps it is only a merchant ship. " Charles answered bolting the door, wishing he had a pistol to defend them with.

" Do you think they are pirates ? "

" Let's hope not. " Charles was aware that besides the plunder the pirates valued white female captives to enslave and or ransom. He was determined not to let his beautiful wife become captured by these barbarians. What he needed was a pistol or a sword at least.

" Stay here and do not open the door for anyone but me. " Charles ordered, wanting to go above deck and find a weapon.

" Where are you going Charles, please don't leave me here all by myself ! " Isabelle pleaded, near panic...

" I will be back, I promise love ! Now lock the door behind me. "

Almost in tears she nodded having choice to listen to her husband. Within a moment she heard a cannon fire but felt no impact, Isabelle had no doubt that they were under attack. She prayed that their ship could outrun the pirate's, knowing that it was their only chance. What seemed like hours Charles finally knocked on the door.

" It's me Isabelle let me in. "

Relieved she unbolted the door, collapsing in his arms. Charles had managed to find a knife in the galley, offering little protection but it was better than nothing. A cannon sounded again this time exploding and hitting the ship. Isabelle screamed in fright. Charles shoved Isabelle's heavy chest full of clothes in front of the door, knowing it wouldn't stop the pirates if they managed to board the ship. Another cannon boomed which rocked the ship and they could hear shouting and cursing from above. Several gunshots were heard but Charles knew the ships lightly armed crew were no match for the bloodthirsty pirates. He felt powerless to defend himself and his beautiful wife. Isabelle trembled with fear in his arms, awaiting their fate...

The resistance didn't last very long, most of the crew must have surrendered. The cries of victory were heard. Soon the thud of boots were heard on the steps and suddendly the door was kicked wide open...

 

[Homerun2611]

Captain Handsome Anthony Giancarlo had been a pirate captain for only a bit over a year. Despite his brief tenure his dashing looks and fearless attacks were quickly becoming legend up and down the Barbary Coast. His ship, the Black Cobra, was fast and nimble, carrying a crew of on 40 men, they would close quickly on their target.

Such was the case that late warm morning, "Ay Captain, off the starboard side, 3/4 of a mile, she's flying a US flag." Anthony took the telescope and it only took a moment to understand how easy the identified target would be to seize. It was a luxury sailing vessel, bloated and slow, likely headed to London where the affluent travelers would be transferred to an interocean steamer.

In less than 45 minutes the Cobra was less than 100 yards away, and it took only two shots to render the luxury yacht dead in the water...ropes cast, the pirates quickly boarded the quickly ailing ship. The orders were clear, grab any food, jewelry, gold or able bodied passengers who might be sold at auction in Algiers.

Three pirates burst into Anderson cabin, but stopped short when the saw the beautiful blonde. Next they saw the small weapons in Charles' hand. The pirates pulled large swords and laughed, You can surrender and live, or try to fight and be dead and your woman brutalized?" The surrender came immediately, despite how badly Charles wanted to fight.

"The Captain will want this one brought to his cabin personally, put him in shackles and tie him with the others. As the men knocked on his quarters and walked in, he knew they had something good. "So how much gold and cured meats did we get, any passengers who might bring a premium. His first mate smiled, "We have a special surprise" and with that pulled Isabella into the room, tossing her on the floor in a heap.

Anthony was standing there, towering above her smiling. "Leave me with her...was she traveling alone?" The pirates explained how they had found her and her apparent husband before they left. Anthony looked down at her and then helped her up, running his powerful hands down her arms, and then looking in her eyes. "So tell me who you are?" He let his eyes scan up and down the beautiful blonde, "You are going to need to quickly decide if you are going to accept your fate and make the best of it...or get used and thrown away...there really aren't other options?....it starts now....undress for me...." He smiled a cold cruel, but handsome smile, "...please?"

 

[angelique127]

When the door was kicked open Isabelle couldn't help but panic at the sight of the bloodthirsty pirates carrying weapons. All she could do was desperately cling to her husband who only had a little dull knife to defend themselves. The brutes laughed and advised Charles to submit without a fight and be spared. He wisely did so. Then the beautiful southern belle was torn from her husbands protective and safe arms and forced from the cabin. Despite her protests Isabelle was taken to the captains quarters and thrown down upon the floor at his feet...

The crew told their captain when asked if she was traveling alone that she was with a male who was probably her dear husband. Isabelle was grateful that she was wearing fashionable gloves which hid her gold wedding band and diamond engagement ring or they would have been stolen by now and they were worth a small fortune, not to mention their sentimental value.

The captain dismissed his crew and helped his blonde prize to her feet. His strong hands ran up and down her arms in a soothing manner and Isabelle got a closer look at him. He was rather handsome despite his cruel and dangerous dismeanor. His chest was broad and his brown arms well muscled, and he looked as of spanish or north african descent. His eyes were dark and mysterious and seemed to undress her before he stared directly back into her own blue eyes. Isabelle felt almost as if spellbound ...

The captivated married blonde barely heard what he was saying at first when her captor asked who she was and to accept her fate and some other words until he told her to undress for him...

Isabelle suddenly snapped back into reality !

" How dare you...you...you common brute, insist that I undress for you. I'll have you know that besides being the daughter of the governor of Georgia, I am a married woman and would never consider undressing for anyone other than my husband ! " Isabelle said indignantly, ignoring her fright.

The captain seemed to smirk and seemed amused. His eyes gazed boldly down at her creamy white round cleavage. The corset she wore, underneath her low cut gown, caused her breasts to to appear even fuller and more enticing. Isabelle wanted to slap his face, like any proper lady would when insulted by a gentleman but something warned her not too do it, that he nothing like a gentleman, only a brutal barbarian.

" May I remind you, captain, that my father has at his disposal several American warships and he will hunt you down like the dog you are if you dare touch a single hair on my head. " Isabelle threatened. " If you were wise, sir, you would release my husband and I immediately. "

They stared at each other for several moments, Isabelle trying to hide her fear. Perhaps she should have tried the ransome offer instead, because the captain didn't seem very intimidated or scared...

 

[Homerun2611]

She was a spunky one, she was, a wry smile on his lips. " How dare you...you...you common brute, insist that I undress for you. I'll have you know that besides being the daughter of the governor of Georgia, I am a married woman and would never consider undressing for anyone other than my husband ! " A light chuckle, "Hmmm, you wouldn't would you?" If he was fishing he liked it when the fish put up a bit of a fight. The outcome was inevitable, just as this was, but a bit of a chase was entertaining. A BIT

She was a pretty one, and she would fetch a fine price. Being with husband, she clearly wasn't a virgin, so that premium was gone, but nevertheless, she had skin like cream, smoothe like butter, and full breasts, rounded yet firm hips, eyes you cold almost fall into like Mediterranean pools, and he bet she was tight, and her ass virgin. Before they reached Algiers he would know all of her holes and whats more, she would be begging him to take them. They all did, even the most fair of them, like this one

" May I remind you, captain, that my father has at his disposal several American warships and he will hunt you down like the dog you are if you dare touch a single hair on my head.... If you were wise, sir, you would release my husband and I immediately. " He reached a hand down and helped her up, he took his hand and cradled her jaw. He leaned in and did no kiss her or even attempt, he simply inhaled. "You smell like the freshest of lilacs."

All of her huffing and puffing and that was his sole response. "You my lady, are a flower I will enjoy in my bouquet, you can either thrive and flourish as other flowers have done, or I can throw you out as I have also done with flowers that proved too difficult to grow in the salty sea air adn alas we discarded them overboard.....The British, French and Spanish fleets all have a bounty on my head, yet here I am...your father, from all the way in America scarcely concerns me....Now I asked you once, I won't ask you again, please remove your garments and let me enjoy my flower, or shall I have my men do it for you? I have no real wish to hurt you, but I am also not negotiating....I will have as I want."

He moved to his chair and sat down....ready to enjoy her show, or call on his men to shackle and strip her...he smiled, "You do not want to see my rough side...my threats are not idle...oh, and once you are stripped...please tease you nipples...I want to see if they are responsive...it will tell me all I need to know."

He spoke well, she would learn he had been formally educated in England, his father was a captain of industry back in his homeland, his vocation as a pirate was a choice...and he loved the choice he had made...and today was turning into a very good day!

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle blinked her long eyelashes in surprise when he compared her to a flower. His tone and proper use of english spoke of an education somewhere. Perhaps he was a man of reason and not really a filthy ignorant outlaw, yet this did little to ease her dread.

Still the captain had issued a ultamatuim and expected her to obey his wishes and strip. If she didn't do so willingly he threatened to have his crew do it for her...

The last thing the young wealthy wife wanted was to be manhandled by the filthy brutish pirates again. Isabelle knew she was at this pirate captains mercy and was his captive, having no choice in the matter. She never imagined this would happen to her, although she had heard the stories of white females being abducted at sea by bloodthisty pirates and sold into slavery. Yes most white females were a very high valued prize. In some cases if you came from a rich family, as Isabelle did, you were lucky enough to be ransomed. That however could unfortunately take months or even years. In the meantime you would have to endure a life of submission.

The captain sat in a chair waiting...Isabelle felt like a helpless mouse caught by a dominant cat ! Still she decided to try to reason with him since her threats didn't scare him...

" Please captain, sir, you seem to be an educated man and a man of honor. My father is very wealthy and would pay a reasonable price to have his daughter and her husband returned to him unharmed. " Isabelle offered hoping she wasn't testing his patience.

The captain continued to stare at her from the chair with his arms crossed waiting...

Suddenly Isabelle dropped to her knees before him. " Oh please sir, I will do as you wish but please promise me that my husband, who is your prisoner will not be harmed. "

 

[Homerun2611]

Captain Anthony had removed the bandana, and his long brown hair flowed out, framing his handsome face. He couldn't help but have a bit of a smirk on his face as he watched her, and listened to he protestations and attempts at negotiation. It belied not only her sense and life of privilege, but also an innocence that was quite beguiling.

Captain Handsome Anthony Giancarlo was no ordinary pirate, in fact he was as unique as you cold find. His father was a wealthy Italian trader. At 16 He had been sent to England, trained at Oxford. He could recite Shakespeare as well as any scholar and had a mathematical mind that could rival Euclid. School came easy to Anthony, and the idea of following his father into the mundane world of commerce had felt a fate worse than death.

Traveling back home at 19, his ship was attacked by pirates. Originally taken prisoner, the pirate captain noticed the young man. The ship had faced a horrific storm, their compasses and maps destroyed. Anthony had heard the crew and realized they were lost at sea. He asked to see the Captain to speak and the hardened man was fascinated by the young man's brilliance, almost as much as the young man was intrigued by the utter sense of freedom. Anthony was strong and smart, and quickly became the Captains top mate. Eighteen months ago when the fever took the Captain, there was really no other choice.

Once in charge, Anthony had proved bold and fearless, and under his leadership the crew had earned more in the last 18 months than they had in the prior five years. Their galley was full of fine rum and wine and cured meats. Thus his crew was fiercely loyal. He had also proven himself quite the cocksman, and had women waiting wantonly in nearly every port ready to spread their legs and enjoy the talents and charms of the man quickly becoming a legend. Thus was the situation young Isabelled now found himself.

He looked down at her. "You really don't understand your peril do you?" He reached down and cradled her smooth cheek in his strong rough hand. He gently pulled her up, and leaned in, not kissing her, but letting her feel his breath on her cheek, the pheromones from his musk, as he enjoyed the honey lilac scent that he found intoxicating.

He spoke now in a whisper, speaking softly in her ear. "You may not appreciate this, but you are fortunate it was me who found your poorly equipped boat. I have a certain soft spot for truly beautiful women, so I am giving you wider birth than you deserve, and certainly more than oher pirate might, but we are done negotiating if that is what you thought this was. You can give up any hope of being let go, that will not happen. How the rest goes will ultimately be is up to you? You can fight me and force me no other course than to whip you into submission...or, you can realize this is a new chance, and you can enjoy all the pleasures I can show you....when we are done here, I will have meat and wine brought to my quarters and you will have dinner with me."

He was finished, negotiations were through, she now had a choice, "It is time for you to make a decision, you may either strip naked and tease your nipples as I asked, or I will send you away, and after that, what happens to you will no longer be my concern..."

 

[angelique127]

" It's time for you to make a decison, you may either strip naked and tease your nipples as I asked, or I will send you away, and after that whatever happens to you will no longer be my concern. "

Isabelle knew it was useless to plead or try to negotiate with him. She was his captive and at his mercy now. The captain had only so much patience...and the alternitive was simply unimanageable. The crew would only ravish her and use her for their pleasure. Even now Isabelle could hear the screams on deck of the other female passengers who were being ravished. At least she was somewhat safe here with the rather handsome captain even though he was waiting for her to obey him and remove her gown and petticoats.

" I do delare young captain, it is almost impossible to unbutton my own gown in the back. It requires assistance and I am without my maid or my loving husband. " Isabelle hinted by turning around and offering her back. She closed her eyes, telling herself that she had no choice in the matter and must be obediant if she and her husband were going to survive this dreadful ordeal...

Oh how she wished they were home in Savannah at their plantation. As a young girl Isabelle was pampered and spoiled by her father, had black servants to attend to her every wish. When the beautiful cultured blonde came of age she attended balls and parties and flirted with many of the available young men. Isabelle had her choice of suitors all competing for her hand. After considering her choices she decided upon Charles Mark Anderson, the oldest son of a wealthy landowner. Their wedding was like a fairytale, no expense had been spared...the priviledged couple was to live happily ever after...

The captains fingers on the buttons of her fine expensive gown brought her back to reality. Isabelle was now the one enslaved and her future uncertain. She was being undressed by a dangerous pirate who was not her loyal and trusted husband...

The gown fell to the floor at her feet, leaving her still clad in layers of silk taffeta petticoats and her tightly laced corset. Her creamy full breasts were exposed and Isabelle covered them with her gloved hands, although her back was to him. Another silky layer of petticoat followed and then another was removed. Isabelle realized that soon she would be standing before him in only her delicate french panties and garters which held up her silk stockings that were purchased in Paris and were meant to be seen only by her husband's eyes only...

 

[Homerun2611]

Even when she reasonably should feel dread and terror, she had an attitude and kept her poise. He was increasingly taken with the young maiden, despite himself. He couldn't even help himself from smiling as she turned, to him, lifting her hair, " I do declare young captain, it is almost impossible to unbutton my own gown in the back. It requires assistance and I am without my maid or my loving husband. "

Suddenly he was back in London, the young Casanova, wooing and bedding both the young and older women of London society. God, they had been like shooting fish in a barrel, but how he had enjoyed undressing them, unwrapping presents, then enthusiastically offered to him, as he hoped to soon train this one. He briefly held her waist, letting her feel both the strength and command in his hands. He could have easily torn the thin, fine silk and cotton laced garments from her body in one strong pull, and someday he might just let her enjoy the thrill of a man who cannot be slowed in his desire. But not today, he wanted to enjoy the feel of the fine garments and smooth buttons in his hands as he unwrapped every succulen layer, slowly revealing the treasure of her body beneath.

Slowly he unbuttoned, enjoying her as he might a sip of fine cognac swirled on his tongue before swallowing. This was a trip back to the fineries of aristocratic life, a life he had abandoned gleefully, but never forgotten. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "So which am I today, cuckold husband or obedient hand maiden...." He last button undone, he slid his hands over her shoulders and down to her bare breasts. Slowly he cupped them as he pulled her gently back against his broad muscular chest. "I take it not many men have been allowed to enjoy what I now hold, what a shame as they are truly magnificent."

With that he began to slowly roll her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. He heard her stunted breathing and assumed she was terrified but also hoped she was enjoying the lightness and experience of his touch. "Was your husband experienced when you married, or did you learn together? Have you ever been with a man who has pleasured many, many beautiful women, made them scream in delight as they fornicated? How do you enjoy it best, with his fingers, tongue or cock? Is he big, did he fill you as a woman should be filled? Does he help you reach orgasm after orgasm until your body shudders and you forget where you are?"

Her nipples were now hard in his fingers, and so he released them and turned her around so he could gaze upon her. "There, I did it for you this time, let me see what I have...." He let his eyes pan down, take in the fine french panties and garters, he licked his lips. "....Mmmm, yes, very nice...you look every bit as spectacular as you feel. Would you like to join me for dinner? Trust me, it will be far different that what is fed to the prisoners below."

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle was somewhat shocked as her body betrayed itself, when her sensitive nipples stiffened under his touch...

The captains forbidden words didn't help her situation but only added to her growing arousal. No man had ever dared to speak in that suggestive manner, not even her husband ! The tone of his voice and the words that he used to inquire about the private matters of her marriage were slightly seductive if not proper. Isabelle bit her lip to keep from moaning with desire, finding it difficult to breath, the tight corset not helping much. Nevertheless the blonde married captive refused to respond to his personnal questions, although her body couldn't help but do so...

Suddenly Anthony turned her around to face him. His bold eyes seemed to gaze every inch of her almost naked body as Isabelle stood before him clad in only her fine silk sheer french panties and stockings and heeled ankle boots. Her corset did little to cover her full round breasts, in fact it helped to push them upwards. For some reason despite feeling modest and vurnable Isabelle resisted the urge to cover her exposed chest with her hands...

" Mmmm, yes, very nice...you look every bit spectacular as you feel. Would you like to join me for dinner ? Trust me it will be far different that what is fed to the prisoners below. "

Isabelle couldn't help but blush at the way he was looking at her, it was as if the captain meant to devour her for dinner...or dessert. She was hungry, having not eatten since a breakfast but could not help but think of her husband who was a prisoner below deck.

" Why thank you sir. I am famished...but I can't help worrying about my dear husband who is your prisoner below deck. Perhaps you can find it in your heart and as a man of decency to make sure he is not neglected and is fed also. I would be very grateful sir." Isabelle suggested, hoping to appeal to his honor...

 

[Homerun2611]

The Captain looked at the true prize of his crew's pirate capture of earlier in the day. Isabelle was quite simply gorgeous, and on that basis alone, he knew that she would fetch an incredible award if put to auction. However, she was not quite ready to achieve what he knew was her potential. Her innocence while having a certain charm would not appeal to the sultan.

While he had no desire to purchase a whore, he would likely want to sample, and if pleased, would make sure she was never put to bid by paying a king ransom for he and he alone, the perfect complement to his royal harem. The fact her nipples had so quickly and thoroughly responded to his touch was a good start, but she was still reserved and under the misguided assumption she might someday be with her husband again, he smiled as he looked at her, and under the incorrect assumption that that is what she would want.

He thought he almost saw a smile at his invitation, and even more encouraging was the observation that as he looked at the delicate silk panties, there was a slight change in color as her panties went down near her crotch. As he looked back up at her eyes his smile was based on the mere thought that his beautiful woman was potentially standing in front of him with wet panties.

Typically the bold Captain would have crossed the gap between them and slide hand down between her thigh to caress tender cunt, and confirm his observation. But his instincts told him to move slow and carefully. Drop a frog in a pot of boiling water and it would jump out, but slowly let the water warm, and that same frog would be dinner. He couldn't wait to dine on the young beauty, but he would take his time and show her that there were experiences out there for her to enjoy that she had no idea even existed.

" Why thank you sir. I am famished...but I can't help worrying about my dear husband who is your prisoner below deck. Perhaps you can find it in your heart and as a man of decency to make sure he is not neglected and is fed also. I would be very grateful sir." He smiled, and as far as Pirates went, he was a man of honor, however honor was not his motivation here, earning her trust and gratitude were. "If I do this, then it will be test of your honor as well. You ask a favor and promise your gratitude, I will expect you to live up to exactly that promise."

He ordered cured meats, cheeses, bread and wine brought to his quarters, and then so she could hear he ordered her husband separated from the others and fed a meal of bread, cheese and even a bit of wine. However, he also arranged for Carlotta to join them after dinner. She was a most favored member of the crew, and she and the Captain often enjoyed the satisfaction of their hedonistic needs in the Captain's bed. She would be a fine assistant in demonstrating to their new guest the considerable talents of the Captain, and how the skills of a woman could bring out the very best in a man to their considerable MUTUAL enjoyment.

"Your husband is taken care of, he will eat alone and enjoy bread, cheese and wine thanks to your request. I have upheld my part of the bargain and our dinner is being prepared...." As he spoke the food, a feast given the circumstances, was laid out on his table and then the servers departed. "...wine, cheese, cured meats and fresh bread...for as long as I am pleased, I would like you to dine with me, and tonight I would like you to sit on my lap, and I would like you to remain as you are now." He went and sat down at his table and spread he legs to give her access. He had a smile on his face, as he winked at her, "Are you cumming, dinner is served? I am famished as well."

 

[angelique127]

The food was served and laid upon the table. Isabelle had heard the pirate captain order that her husband Charles be seperated from the other prisoners and fed well. He had upheld his end of the bargain of sorts. Now he sat in the chair and indicated that she join him.

" Are you coming, dinner is served ? I am famished as well. "

Isabelle could hardly refuse. She was grateful that her husband had been fed. Perhaps if she played her cards correctly she could get Charles other such priviledges as well. Wishing that her full breasts were covered instead of exposed, Isabelle sat down in Anthony's lap.

" Why thank you kind sir. " she said, her fear of him slowly abating. Perhaps he was not the cruel dangerous savage she thought him to be at first. Isabelle, not wanting to seem selfish picked up a piece of cheese and placed it in Anthony's mouth. He seemed somewhat pleased by her behavior. Isabelle took a bite and then fingerfed Anthony a slice of roast beef before having some herself.

The blonde captive could not help but notice the captain's bulge in his trousers as she sat in his lap. Despite herself Isabelle's panty was damp with arousal and her nipples were still stiff and aching to be touched...

How could this be happening ? Here I am, a faithful married woman, in love with my husband becoming excited by my handsome captor...

Trying to distract herself Isabelle inquired, " So tell me captain sir, how many females have you kidnapped and sold into slavery ? "

 

[Homerun2611]

She may not have been happy, but she did not hesitate in doing as he requested. He opened his strong thighs, and she was light as a feather as she took her position. Her legs were closed, and she sat on the leg, his right, which was opposite the pant leg where his cock had hardened and now pressed against the heavy fabric, stress testing the seams of his trousers in the urgency he had to be released and greet the potential new mistress. Captain Anthony was not only good looking and charming, but he was hung. With nearly ten inches of length and a bit over two inches thick, he knew of only one other man whose cock could rival his, and that was the very sultan to whom he hoped to sell Isabelle.

As she fed him the cheese, he ran his hand over the bare, smooth skin of her hip, and firmly held her waist. As she fed him the roast beef, he took her hand and licked and sucked the meat’s flavorings off her delicate fingers. He contemplated many things he wanted to do to her, but other than once letting his finger slide down, and briefly play along the inside waistband of her panties, he was a gentleman. Yet his body was on high alert, he saw the eyes scan down to the bulge in his crotch, how the nipples got achingly hard, and the moist heat that was radiating from the covered cunt transfixed on his leg.

Once as she fed him, he let his face lean in, and his three day beard brushed against the perfect little pebble of her hardened nipple. He smiled as she tried to steer the conversation away from the rising heat between them. " So tell me captain sir, how many females have you kidnapped and sold into slavery ? " He reached up and cradled her cheek, so he could look into her beautiful, scared eyes, and she look into his Mediterranean ble/green ones.

“Sweet, beautiful lady, you worry too much. Yes, I have captured many ships and sold the treasures I claimed, people included. I have frankly lost count. And I have also had a few ladies similar to you, but none as beautiful....” He ran his hand down and around her hip, and gently caressed her thigh. He ran his hand up her arm and around her shoulder, and then turning his hand ran th back of his hand up her neck and ran his fingers through her full soft hair. “Your skin is like milk, yet soft like it has been bathed in oils. Your skin smells of perfume, and your hair reminds me of spun gold, yet soft as the finest silks.”

He cupped her breast, and held it as his lips covered her nipple. His tongue encircled her aereola, and then his lips pursed and sucked on the hardened nipple as his tongue teased the very tip. “Never have I seen or tasted such perfect breasts, the orbs of a goddess. They deserved to be suckled and enjoyed, you could take my food, if you gave me the pure enjoyment and ability to nourish from your magnificent teet!”

He looked again in her eyes. “I don’t sell a woman like you into slavery, at least not any slavery that I know. I will put you into a life of unsurpassed luxury, and if you prepare and let it, unsurpassed physical pleasure. You will learn you body is a magnificent playground, an instrument of unusual capability and talent. It just needs the right conductor to let it play. I am not selling you into slavery, I am giving you access to paradise.”

Her eyes had drifted again to his bulge, and so he took her hand and placed it firmly on top so she could feel the magnificent length and hardness, even as it throbbed through his pants. “Shhh, it is okay. You must be wondering how any woman could ever tame such a beast. I am guessing you have never enjoyed a truly large and magnificent cock. You will need to learn.”

He saw the look of fright in her eyes. “No my lady, not like that. I am going to bring a woman in here, and I want you to watch how a cock like this can bring rapture that you could never imagine. If not mine, then soon you are likely to have the privilege of enjoying a real man, and learn what a tool of this magnitude can deliver to a woman. Watch her, watch what she does, her reactions, she will not only take this beast, she will beg for it, and it will serve her well.”

As if on cue Carlotta entered the quarters. “You called for me my Captain...” She was stripping naked as she spoke, licking her lips. “....is she going to watch? Yo know how I enjoy an audience.” She walked over near Isabelle and ran her fingers through her hair. “Very nice! The fairest yet...watch our Captain, learn what he does, and what a man like that needs...and at any time, should you want to join, you are welcome...I don’t mind sharing, and I enjoy women as well as men!”

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle sat in his lap feeding them both with her fingers. The young captain complimented her and took the liberty of caressing her body in the most sensitive places, although he remained a gentlemen for the most part. Still she realized that the pirate captain was most seductive...and the rather large bulge in his trousers wasn't helping much in resisting his charm.

What am I thinking ? the blonde married captive admonished herself. She was a loyal and faithful wife despite being in captivity. When his face brushed against her stiff nipple Isabelle had no choice to distract him with a question !

As Anthony was answering her question, he explained that a female crew member was going to join them and she was going to watch them engage in adult activities. Isabelle couldn't believe that he would make her witness such a depraved act...and then the door opened and a very pretty dark haired temptress entered.

The eager whore, she could not be labeled a proper lady, immediately shed her garments. Standing naked, and not constrained in a corset Carlotta showed off her body. Isabelle had to admit to herself that the slut had some nice full and firm breasts she could certainly be proud of.

To add injury to insult Carlotta approached Isabelle, completely naked and sized her up and then had the nerve to invite the married captive to join them if she wished. The dark haired whore even had auducity to run her fingers through her blonde hair as if appraising her.

Isabelle was simply speechless...she wanted to flee from the room but was more afraid of the wolves outside the door. They would ravish her silly ! At least she was safe for the meantime Isabelle reasoned. The pirate couple was not forcing her to join them.

They went behind the curtain that surrounded a bed. Isabelle refused to look and turned her pretty head. That did nothing to block out their soft moans and the sounds of them kissing.

" She is a pretty little thing...don't you think ? How much do you expect to fetch for her on the market ? " Carlotta inquired.

Anthony presently engaged, only grunted in response.

" Do you think I can have that big diamond wedding ring and pearls she is wearing ? "

" Perhaps. " Anthony committed.

Isabelle overheard...Over my dead body bitch, you will never have them ! she thought. Both were a gift from her beloved husband. Actually Isabelle was lucky she still retained them from the greedy pirates who treasured anything of value.Isabelle couldn't resist the urge to glance through the half open curtain. Her eyes opened big in fascination... Carlotta was on her knees, using her mouth and holding in her hand the biggest manhood Isabelle had ever seen ! The captain was huge and hung like a horse ! Embarrassed at the private scene taking place before her very eyes Isabelle quickly looked away...but soon gazed at them both again. By comparison her dear Charles was only about five inches if most

The handsome captain reminded her of a young black stable boy on her fathers plantation. Of course this was before she was a married lady...she and her sister and cousins used to spy on him while he worked the stallions and other horses. He was well muscled and had an enormous bulge in his trousers. Late at night in her bed, the young innocent southern belle used to have forbidden fantasies about him, imagining the well hung stud mounting her like she was a willing white mare in heat...

...and now right in front of her was a handsome young muscled bronzed stud ready to take his willing female whore...

Isabelle's fingers couldn't help but disappear inside the waistband of her fine silky french made panties and touch herself there...What is happening to me ? Why am I behaving like this ? For god sake I am a married woman... she wondered, yet continuing to play with her wet and naughty pussy...

 

[Homerun2611]

Using the curtain had been a ruse, to draw in Isabelle and not make her embarrassed, but let he slowly engage, set the bait on the hook, let the line linger in the water, watch the bobber and at the right time, snatch the catch. The initial opening was perfect, giving the pretense of privacy and the opportunity to be a voyeur. The captain also knew she could hear every word, Isabelle was used to being a winner, and he wanted to play to that competitive spirit, the sexy young blonde sitting on the other side of the curtain was not used to playing second best to anyone.

Similarly he had chosen Carlotta specifically. Other than also being stunningly beautiful, the two women couldn't have seemed more opposite, at least on the surface. Where Isabelle was blonde and fair, Carlotta was dark and sultry, both women had balconies you could recite Shakespeare from, but Isabelle was fair like cream her skin soft and buttery, Carlotta was a bronze goddess, a sexy amazon. And where Isabelle was a near innocent, only slightly more experienced than a virgin, Carlotta was a predator, a woman who loved a hard cock and spread her legs wantonly to satisfy her near insatiable need, she had skills and experience and she did things to a man, with her tongue, hands and strong core that could bring a lesser man than the captain to his knees, whimpering and begging for more.

However, that was the superficial view. The Captain sensed something far different, and despite the difference in appearance, he sensed something special in the young blonde wife. There was a latent tigress, an inner whore, who need onl be awakened. Not by a fairy tale kiss of a handsome prince, but from the observation and awareness of how much she had been missing. As Carlotta released his massive organ and handled it in her two skillful hands,Barely able to hold his python. The Captain stole a look and saw the young wife trying to shyly take a peak. And couldn't help but smile.

He turned up the competitive heat a bit as Carlotta broached a topic he knew the new bride held dear, " Do you think I can have that big diamond wedding ring and pearls she is wearing ? " He didn't have to look as he knew the young maiden would be listening closely to his reply. He was intentionally nonchalant, " Perhaps. ". He turned his head away, just in case she was watching and allowed himself a little smirk. If there was one thing even more desirable t a young woman than a nice hard cock of a handsome young man, it was diamonds. He wanted Isabelle to feel threatened and what she might be willing o sacrifice to keep her precious gem? There was no way Carlotta would have that, however he himself, that was a different question altogether and for Isabelle to keep her treasured ring, she would need to figure out something else she might provide him that he would find just as valuable.

This time as the Captain looked over, the young maiden had succumbed to her urges and he saw her young delicate fingers reaching down to relieve her wanton need. Her fingers while buried beneath the delicate french panties, left little doubt as to their purpose, and with that realization he had the fish nibbling the bait. He slid the curtain further open and looked at Carlotta as he spoke, but his message was for Isabelle.

"I think we have an audience, and I think the lovely maiden deserves a show." He let his hands go down and run his fingers through the dark raven hair, grabbing her head and giving to hard thrusts as he fucked the gorgeous sluts throat. Carlotta gagged and pulled off for a second as she licked her lips and spit on his dark, swollen head. "God, I love this cock..." She turned and looked directly into Isabelle's eyes. "I saw your husband, he does not have a cock like this does he? I doubt he is even half the man I have here?" She worked his massive prick with both hands and spit again on the head as she worked her hands in opposite directions stroking him. "The first time I was even not sure...but God, OH GOD..watch him. Once you have been filled by a cock like this you are forever spoiled, my cunt now craves him...needing to be pumped and filled by his greatness..." She looked up at the Captain..."Please...now, I can't wait any longer!"

She got up and climbed up on the edge of the bed on all fours, as Isabelle looked on, she watched the woman present herself, a bitch in heat, a mare that needed a stallions cock. She was looking directly at Isabelle as she almost panted, "Please Captain...please mount me...fuck your whore!" The Captain was almost regal, he body a perfect combination of muscle and cock. His sword was hard and angled up in front of him, it dripped of her saliva and his precum. He grasped his massive shaft in his strong hand, and slid his head up and down her needy slit as she tried to push back into him. It was an obscene vision of lust and want, she needed cock and wanted the best. The Captain working on the perfect way to satisfy one woman while ensnaring the oher. He teased here pussy as she whimpered and begged, and then his cannon aligned, he grabbed he hips and drove himself in as he pulled her back, driving his sword into her velvety, tight, slich sheath. In he drove his cock, taking her, as she shrieked in delight and pleasure...and soon he was pounding the gorgeous slut...POUND, POUND, POUND...only then did he glance at Isabelle to see her reaction.

 

[angelique127]

The blonde married captive watched the attractive couple with a mix of fascination and embarrassment. Isabelle although married was more or less inexperienced when it came to sexual matters outside of marriage...her pretty face flushed pink when the powerful captain looked in her direction and discovered her observing them with interest and touching herself. Caught in the act Isabelle quickly looked away and removed her hand from her panties ! If they only knew how aroused she was herself...

Carlotta stared directly at her with Anthony's enormous penis in her hand, after praising and worshiping it using her wicked mouth. " I saw your husband, he does not have a cock like this does he ? I doubt he is not half the man I have here. "

Isabelle did not like the mocking way Carlotta said it but bit her tongue, refusing to respond to the little slut. Besides to tell the truth Charles could not compare to the pirate stud. Charles did not measure up, a mere five inches when erect. While not really an issue in their marriage, Isabelle confided to her sister that she felt something was lacking in the bedroom. Not that Isabelle didn't love him but maybe there was not enough passion...it was usually over quickly and the private act was only performed in the missionary position.

The sultry little pirate whore begged the powerful captain to mount her and 'fuck' her, Isabelle never used that word and considered it beneath her. Very unlady like to say the least...begging for it, Carlotta crawled up upon the bed. Isabelle watched while the captain got behind her and mounted her taking his enormous shaft in his hand and seemed to tease her with the tip, sliding up and down the length of her unmentionables before easing inside, causing the whore to cry out with pleasure !

Anthony turned his head and looked at her, a devious and satisfying smile on his handsome face. It was sort of mocking in a way as if he was showing her what he wanted to do with her ! Isabelle had to admit to herself that he was a magnificent male specimen, despite his tattoos. He was all solid muscle and cock and enjoyed ravishing females.

Carlotta was screaming and moaning with delight as he continued to pound her from behind. By now Isabelle's finger was back inside her panty. To be honest she could not recall ever being so aroused in her entire life as the scene played out before her very eyes. The captain was dominating her and the dark haired pirate whore was loving every minute of it ! Isabelle watched in total fascination as the Carlotta arched her back, and with a look of pure ectasy on her face screamed out in pleasure. She had reached the point of no return ! The young blonde captive realized that she had just witnessed Carlotta having a rather intense orgasm. Isabelle couldn't help but be somewhat envious, she had only experienced a few in her entire life at the most and that was when she was committing the forbidden act in privacy by herself...

Anthony continued to use his whore, not stopping yet and he turned to gaze at Isabelle again. This time she didn't look away or even remove her hand from her panties. It felt so good that she didn't care if he saw...as far as she concerned it was all his fault. It was like as if another person had taken over her body and made her behave in such a wicked manner...All her life Isabelle had been spoiled, sheltered, and pampered, protected from what really could happen between a male and a female !

Staring back directly at Anthony with some defiance in her pretty blue eyes Isabelle spread her legs further apart so he had a perfect view and dared to have an orgasm of her own !

 

[Homerun2611]

At first glance he saw that Isabelle had stopped playing with herself, he looked her up and down, she needed to move at her own pace. He want back to fucking the hot young slut. Momentarily forgetting about his guest, and focusing on enjoying the drilling of the sexy whore Carlotta. In and out he drove his cock, putting one foot on the bed, the other on the floor as he pulled her ass up toward him and angled he body for his pleasure to drive ever deeper. He fucked her harder and harder until she was crying out in ecstasy her juices washing over his cock, and down his balls. This was what he had held for, and his body erupted firing his massive load deep in her pussy, filling her cream pie!

Now when he looked over at Isabelle she was a different woman, her legs were spread wide revealing herself to him completely. her fingers fucking herself hard, working her clit. He pulled out and and turned toward Isabelle, he wanted her to see him at his very hardest, his manhood extended like a spear, glistening with his lover's juices and his own cum. He saw Isabelle start to cum. "That's it beautiful lady, cum, cum for me. There is no right or wrong here, only the pursuit of pure physical pleasure...Be selfish, be needy, don't be afraid to take what you want...your body is spectacular...Carlotta, look at her cunt, how it glistens. I bet it is sweet, have men ever told you how delicious your pussy is, do they moan as they taste you, lick your honey, drink your nectar...have you ever had a man who really knew what he was have is mouth worship your sweet and tender cunt?"

Her body looked amazing and now he was only inches away, "Have you ever tasted yourself? You should? And that is not all..." He waited for a minute, his cock there just inches away from her face, "Would you like to touch it? Taste it? It is your choice, but I won't deny you." Now he was referring to his massive, glistening prick. He waited for her reaction, and when she was through he worked his way back to Carlotta, who was still on all fours ready to go again or at least feel his hot cum fill her again

"I want to show Isabelle here something else..." H again looked at Isabelle, "...your ass is virgin isn't it...you are yet to enjoy how good if feels to have a man take you there...let me show you something with Carlotta." Moving behind her, he spread her ass cheeks wide and then he let Isabelle watch as he leaned in and rimmed the gorgeous wench, and then tongue fucked her ass. "Every part of a woman is a treasure, you will learn to enjoy it all! Now he spoke to Carlotta..."you ready baby?" Carlotta was panting half crazed at what he had done. 'Oh Fuck yes, please, yes, fuck my ass, fuck it hard..."

She angled her ass up, and wiggled it, the she took her hands and spread her ass cheeks fo him, showing her clear desire...she moaned as he entered her, "OH FUCK...Hurts so good...oh fuck...so gooood!!!" Isabellle was now watching the Captain take her forbidden hole, fuck it hard, and then she saw Carlotta reach up and start to finger her clit...masturbating as teh Captain pounded her....and now the Captain again looked over as he grabbed her hips and buried himself deep...this time it wasn't long...until the were both coming again.

Carlotta got up smiling both of her holes filled by the Captain. She grabbed her clothes, but would walk out naked, enjoying being marked by the Captain. As she was leaving she went over and leaned in and kissed Isabelle deeply on the lips. "So...I assume you are spending the night in the Captains chambers...call me if you want a third?" She was laughing as she left and the Captain brought over a glass of wine for he and Isabelle, "Yes, you will sleep in my bed, but that is to protect you....although I will enjoy it too!" He winked and gave her, her glass....

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle was simply overwhelmed by what she had just witnessed before her very eyes. Anthony seemed to like to taunt her, showing off his male prowlness and tempting Isabelle into wicked and sinful behavior. The captain actually flaunted his large weapon in her face asking if she wanted to touch it or taste it like his pirate whore had just done. When the married blonde lowered her long eyelashes and looked down away from him Anthony returned to the bed and once again engaged his willing slut and took her from behind, this time in derriere. Isabelle was amazed that Carlotta could take such a large shaft there in her most private place...but she seemed to enjoy every moment of it by the way she was begging for it ! It wasn't long before they were both sated and satisfied !

After a few moments Carlotta gathered her clothes and shocked Isabelle by kissing her fully on her lips as she was leaving, informing the the startled blonde wife she would return if Isabelle so desired. In all her life Isabelle had never been kissed by another female, except on the cheek and that was by her dear sister. Even so Isabelle was in no reason to object.

Once alone Anthony informed her that she would sleep in his bed for her protection. Who will protect me from you ? she wondered. Thankfully the captain offered Isabelle a glass of wine and she drank the entire contents in one swallow in an attempt to calm her nerves. The young naive wife had just witnessed an erotic animalistic act that she never imagined to see...

Anthony poured her another glass of wine. Isabelle suddenly felt naked, her bare breasts exposed and uncovered. Of course the smug captain didn't seem to mind as his bold eyes gazed upon her nakedness.

" Please captain sir, if I am to stay here in your cabin tonight, as your prisoner, I would be so ever grateful if you could have my trunks containing my clothes and nightgowns brought down here to your cabin for me to wear. As you can see, what I am wearing is very uncomfortable to sleep in. " Isabelle appealed, not wanting to sleep in his bed next to him completely nude.

Anthony sipped his wine and seemed to consider this.

" Please sir, a married lady in my position needs to maintain her modesty. As I said I would be forever grateful ! " Isabelle batted her eyelashes in an coy attempt to get her wish. She was used to getting her way, both her daddy and husband would do whatever it took to please her. However she wasn't so sure about the dominant pirate captain...

 

[Homerun2611]

The Captain smiled as he saw her quickly and nervously down the first glass in only a single swig. Things were progressing nicely. What a specimen she was and he let his eyes linger on her full breasts and her stiff, succulent nipples. Her panities were soaked from her recent masturbation, he had enjoyed how had the young bride had cum, and that was without a single touch. The only disappointing, but hardly surprising thing was her refusal to touch and enjoy his cock when he had offered. He was confident she had never seen another like him, and he hoped her curiosity might have gotten the better of her, he had seen the look of hunger in her otherwise innocent eyes.

The Captain had quite intentionally immersed her in sex and debauchery this evening, he was assessing if she was worth the effort. But the way she had finally spread wide and revealed himself, letting him watch her tease her far too innocent cunt, a momentary look of defiance and lust in her eyes, had convinced him that she was worth the effort. He poured her another glass, filling the fine crystal goblet to the brim, her glass would not be empty tonight.

" Please captain sir, if I am to stay here in your cabin tonight, as your prisoner, I would be so ever grateful if you could have my trunks containing my clothes and nightgowns brought down here to your cabin for me to wear. As you can see, what I am wearing is very uncomfortable to sleep in. "

He sat down, and swirled the wine in his glass and took a healthy swig himself. It wasn' rum, but it seemed far more appropriate accompaniment for the highly inappropriate thoughts he was having. His eyes just traveled up and down her body. For a woman who was trying to be so holy, she had been cursed with a body that was the devil's playground. " Please sir, a married lady in my position needs to maintain her modesty. As I said I would be forever grateful ! "

He had to stifle a chuckle as she batted her lashes. Not that it didn't breathe oxygen into his firelog throbbing between his legs, but the last thing it made him think about was compliance. He crooked his finger and and signaled her over to him. The confidence in every one of his actions and gestures, was something she was obviously not familiar with. He played along for a moment, a smile appearing on her face as she assumed she was about to get her way.

Her wine was in her hand. "I hope you are not going to offend me by not drinking the fine wine that I so generously shared with you?" He stopped and waited as she took another healthy sip, and now stood there, wondering what was next. "Good...thank you...I will pour us both more in a minute." He took the glass from her hand and set both his and hers down on the decorative table next to him. He motioned for her to face the other direction and face the other way, only to turn her head and toss he thick beautiful blonde hair over he shoulder as she looked back.

"I am sure this corset, no matter its irrefutable beauty, is most uncomfortable, so let me remove it for you." He heard her gasp, but he was not unfamiliar with removing a ladies corset, and the ties flew off in his expert hands, and soon he was casting it aside. He turned her around and let his strong hands now grip her bare waist, as his chest heaved in obvious desire. "Is that better?"

And with that a wicked smile crossed his face. His hands slid down her hip and slid inside the waistband of her fine french panties. "But you truly are not comfortable yet, and how could you be with this WET lace and silk pressed against your delicate flower?" She looked in his eyes, yest he knew how wet her panties were, how wet both his actions and her response had made them. And without further adieu, he slid the fine garment over her hips, and as he went to his knee, he slid them down her legs for her to steip out of, still wearing her bootlets.

Now down here, and looking at her from this angle, she was even more spectacular. He ran the back of his hands up the insides of her legs and thighs, until the edge of his hand lightly brushed her delicate pussy lips still glistening with her sweet dew. His mouth was now mere inches away from her mound, and he stayed there and inhaled deeply of her rich musk. He leaned and gave her lips, a single soft and tender kiss, and slipped in only the slightest bit of tongue into her still glistening slit. He was smiling like the proverbial cat who had swallowed the canary as he stood back up, "There now, isn't that better, and I hope you don't mind the kiss, but how could any man resist such tenderness and beauty?"

Now with her completely naked he picked up the bottle and refilled their glasses, and took her hand and walked her toward his bed. "As for your request, it is reasonable, but I ask you indulge me first?" He took her hand and spread it over his fine sheets. "My linens are of the finest silks from the Orient, feel them, enjoy them. I never sleep any other way than naked as you have never felt anything so fine and luxurious envelope your body in your life. Give me tonight, and let your body enjoy what it feels, if you do not agree in the morning, I will allow you to wear something else to bed from your trunks and I will have them brought to my chambers first thing tomorrow. I am sure you have other pieces of lingerie to show me?"

He lifted his glass and offered a toast, "Too new and exciting experiences!" He clicked his glass o hers and as he drank he began to disrobe preparing to slide in between those exotic sheets...

 

[angelique127]

Anthony offered to have her trunks brought up in the morning, for tonight she would have to endure sleeping next to him on his fine silk sheets entirely naked. And that was what she was afraid off...the captain had already removed her corset and her moist panties while beguiling her with compliments. He had even kissed her delicate pink petals after inhaling her musky woman scent. Isabelle had not dared to protest, although she thought the act somewhat inappropreiate considering that she was a married woman. But in reality she knew that she was his prisoner now, helpless in a way, and must abide by his wishes or else. Her husband was held below in confinement under unimaginable circumstances and was unable to save her. The young wife's fate was uncertain at the moment but their was a possibility Isabelle would be sold into slavery to a powerful sultan and whisked off to a harum, perhaps never to be seen again.

At least the pirate captain had not forced himself upon her... yet. Besides that did not seem to be his stlye, Anthony probably had dozens of females who were more than willing to to fall in bed with him. Just like that little slut Carlotta...who had the nerve to offer to that if her presense was needed to just summom her return. How Isabelle would just love to scratch the little slut's eyes out, but after all said and done, Isabelle was a dignified lady and that was beneath her.

Anthony refilled thier glasses and proposed a toast to new and exciting experiences. Isabelle drank eyeing Anthony over the rim of her glass. His confidence could almost be mistaken for arrogance and the married blonde resolved to resist his seductive manner.

The captain blew out the lamp and naked as the day he was born, climbed between the sheets and patted the place beside him. Relieved at the darkness to hide her nakedness, although she was sure he could still see her profile, Isabelle got in bed and immediately turned her back towards him. His hand boldly touch her hip as he snuggled up against her. Isabelle was tempted to remove his hand from her hip before he started exploring further, but in the end she didn't bother. Anthony would not be so easily discouraged...

Isabelle tried to ignore the large bulge pressed against her lower back just above her the rounded cheeks of her derriere...

 

[Homerun2611]

He patted the spot next to him and waited for the beautiful lady to join me, she turned her back to him and he pressed his body into hers. He slipped his strong hand to grip her waist and pulled her back tighter, until his very large hard cock was pressed between himself and the soft, perfect pillows of her bottom, pressed up and slightly into the crack of her ass. "How does it feel?" He whispered into her ear, his strong, muscular chest pressed against her back, "Does it feel as good as I promised, have you ever felt anything better? I know I haven't!"

'How long has it been?' he thought. 'How long had it been since he had seduced a woman, since he had to seduce a woman?" He knew he didn't really need to seduce Isabelle, she was his property now, whether or not she wanted to be. However, he let the outside of his hand run down her hip and lightly tickled the outside of her thigh. His breathing was heavy, his passion and arousal clear.

"I had forgotten what a woman like you felt like..." He let his lips brush against her ear, his breath, on her neck. "...I'd actually forgotten a woman like you existed." Now he turned his hand and let his finger tips work their way back up until his hands cupped her breast and his fingers worked her nipple. "You skin it is so soft, a ladies skin, a ladies scent, and whether or not you like it, a body that was designed by God to create and enjoy pleasure. No God would put such an incredible specimen of feminine perfection on this planet and not allow it to do what it was meant to."

He brushed her hair in his fingers and smelled her lovely scent. His cock now throbbing against er backside snuggly between her perfect cheeks. "You didn't answer me Isabelle, have you ever felt anything better?...These sheets, has anything ever felt this good?" He rolled her firmly, but slowly back and his cock now lie across her leg. The heat of their bodies were radiating, and his hand brushed across both of her nipples and then worked down her arm until he held her hand.

Taking her hand in his, he guided her to and then slid her fingers around to grip his cock. He felt her start to pull away and he held it. "Shhh, I will let you pull away in a moment if you want to...I just wanted you to see it doesn't bite, qite to e contrary...and Isabelle, I will not force myself on you for you to do anything to me beyond this, unless you want to. But feel it, it won't bite you, and I will make certain it doesn't hurt you, my intent is to only bring you pleasure."

He looked into her eyes, he wanted her to fully understand what he was saying. "This is your chance Isabelle, your chance to be with a man who is willing to work with you and train you for the next phase of your life. If you let me, you will be prepared to truly enjoy what comes next? If you don't and you are unprepared and the sultan is not pleased, he will dismiss you, selling you to the brothels where you will be used and discarded. You have a chance to have an incredible life, luxuries that make your father's wealth trivial in comparison, and with your beauty, you have the ability to be the very top woman to one of the wealthiest men in the world."

He let go of her hand, "Let me teach you Isabelle, let me make love to you, I will be gentle and patient, I will treat your body as the treasure it is and I will show you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams...Let me help you Isabelle, I know it is crazy, but trust me...and you will never regret it."

He had spoken the truth, what was unclear to him was why he cared so much, but he did and he rolled back on his back and rolled her next to him. He wanted to hold her in his strong arms, he had given her much to think about. And he waited for her reaction....

 

[angelique127]

Anthony whispered sweet compliments, words of seduction while his hand run down the length of Isabelles thigh. His large shaft was stiff pressing against round buttocks showing just how much her desired her. Isabelle could hear his breathing quicken and she tried to control her own lest he could tell of her own rapid pulse and arousal. Anthony's lips brushed lightly on her ear and his heavy breath on her neck but it was when his fingertips moved softly back upwards along her body and cupped her breast and touch her sensitive nipple causing a shiver of delight to go up and down her spine Isabelle's resolve began to melt...she let out a little gasp !

The young married female couldn't believe the pirate captain making her feel this way ! Her body was on fire and betraying herself as well as her dear husband...

" You didn't answer me Isabelle, have you ever felt anything better ? These sheets, has anything ever felt this good ? " Anthony asked in his husky deep voice.

" No...never ! " she whispered, barely loud enough to be heard.

Anthony turned her over on her back. His fingers continued to skillfully play with her nipple, making it stiffen and Isabelle was unable to hide her growing excitement. Suddenly his hand slid down her arm and gripped her wrist, placing her hand on his swollen shaft. Her first re action was to pull away but he held it firm. Anthony' words of encouragement eased her anxiety and she felt his power ! This male specimen could make almost any ladies head swoon...it was so big...and hard. He offered to make her ready, teach her pleasure so that when she was purchased buy a rich powerful sultan Isabelle would be prepared for her fate...

The handsome captain took Isabelle in his strong and safe arms. His hand released her wrist but she did not pull her hand away. Instead the blonde held still until very slowly she began to explore its' firmness, the thickness the heat of it's entire length !

" So...you do plan to sell me into white slavery ! I heard virgins fetch a high price...of course you are aware that I am not a virgin. "

Anthony only groaned...

Isabelle had heard rumors that young beautiful blondes were valuable also.

" So you are willing to teach me the skills I will need ? Perhaps I need to learn to pleasure a man the way your slut...forgive me sir... Carlotta did with her mouth. I have never done such a thing with a man, not even my husband. " Isabelle confessed. Truthfully she simply dreaded being sold into a harum, competing against many other females who were alot more knowledgable in the art of pleasure. Perhaps if she learned to please him he might decide to keep her or maybe ransome her to her father for a reward...

The blonde captive threw caution to the wind and moved downward, closer to the center of attention, her long silky tresses softly touching his stomach...

" Tell me what I should do next, sir... I am willing and ready to learn. "

 

[Homerun2611]

The Captain’s approach had been bold, he knew things were moving very fast for the innocent and privileged young bride. However, they had to. Part of the Captain was desperately tempted to keep his beautiful bounty. However, if the Sultan ever found out he had recovered such a treasure and not shared her with him, he would not only have lost his most valuable customer, but he would have made an enemy of a man that he could not afford to make an enemy. At best he might negotiate certain access privelige, and if he enjoyed her, he most certainly would. He had shared women with the Sultan before, the sultan had certain fetishes and sharing the holes of his women was one, watching them service other giant cocks was another. The Captain willingly obliged in both as the wives of the Sultan, along with his servants were both the talk and envy of the Mediterranean.

" No...never ! She replied to his intentionally suggestive question, in a response that could only be described as a purr. They reached a key point, as he released her hand, she was clearly transitioning, her will power failing as the Captain’s charms an physical gifts began to tempt her in ways she never expected. She kept her hand on, first tentatively and then more wantonly touching, groping and finally gently stroking his massive, hard sex organ.

" So...you do plan to sell me into white slavery ! I heard virgins fetch a high price...of course you are aware that I am not a virgin. " He chuckled, such a harsh word. The women and men below will be slaves, reduced to menial labor, and fed scraps or simple porridge. You my dear, if you prove as worthy as I intend to make you will be treated like a goddess. You will be bathed by your own servants, rubbed in oils and perfumes, dresses in the finest fabrics and rarest silk, all designed to magnify and enhance your beauty. Each meal will feel like a feast, entertainment will abound, and almost anything you might desire will be brought to you at the mere clap of your hands...Virgins do, yes, but real men like the Sultan appreciate a woman of both beauty and skill. Believe you may retrieve the highest price ever, and you must prove yourself worthy of such!”

The Captain was quite certain this aspect would appeal to Isabelle, she would like being seen as such a rarity, and her competitive juices would flow. And he knew where they would flow from, he slid his hands down, this times between her thighs. He felt the slickness even before he touched her petals. He was not really surprised, but was instead pleased as he slid a finger inside her tender folds and found her absolutely soaking. “You are aroused? That is good, a woman’s sweet fruit is so much more appealing when it flows in her nectar and honey.”

" So you are willing to teach me the skills I will need ? Perhaps I need to learn to pleasure a man the way your slut...forgive me sir... Carlotta did with her mouth. I have never done such a thing with a man, not even my husband. " The Captain Let his finger idly play up and down her slit, he leaned over and pressed his mouth over her hard nipple and flicked it with his tongue before sucking on her ample breasts. “Tell me Isabelle, and I expect you to be honest. Did that idea excite you? Have yo ever seen a cock like mine, did you wonder how it would feel?”

He felt her slide down his body, " Tell me what I should do next, sir... I am willing and ready to learn. " He smiled at her, this was a different woman, she had to be scared, but he also sensed incredible desire. “We are going to start slow, I want you to get a feel for my cock...take it in both hands, and then kiss just the tip, twirl your tongue around it, and then suckle just a bit...mmmm, yes, no run your tongue over the slit.” It felt great, but then he stopped her.

“That is good, now come up here. Before you can learn to truly please me, you need to understand how true pleasure feels.” He let her lay on her back, looking at him expectantly. He pressed her legs apart, and moved kneel between them. As he leaned down and tenderly licked and suckled each breast, each nipple. As he enjoyed her full breasts, he pressed his hand over her pussy and slid two large fingers inside. Kissing and sucking her breasts his fingers fucked her tight cunt, warming her up, and then his lips left her breasts, and he began to kiss down her body. He couldn’t wait to kiss her petals, he couldn’t wait to eat her sweet cunt!

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle's senses were completely overwhelmed. The young wife was the helpless captive of the notorious rake pirate captain Anthony Giancarlo. She was at his mercy, in his bed. Her whole world had been turned upside down and her future was uncertain. At the moment her husband was also a prisoner, being held below deck in chains and unable to rescue her from this rogue pirate. Anthony was making the faithful married female behave in ways she never imagined possible.

Anthony sucked her sensitive nipples causing them to ache but what he did to her pussy with his fingers drove her crazy. Isabelle gasped and spread her legs for him to give him easier access. Deep down she knew she should putting up more of a resistance to his advances...

" Oh please sir...please don't...we shouldn't be doing this ! "

The captain chuckled, seeming to enjoy himself as he kissed his way lower down across her stomach.

" Oh my God, captain ! Please..." Isabelle pleaded, aware that his nose was a mere inch away from her exposed pink womanhood. He inhaled her musky female scent...

Isabelle realized Anthony was making her behave as a wicked wanton slut !

 

[Homerun2611]

Charles Anderson was confused. He had been separated from the other prisoners and was now held captive in his own cell. He had looked up and down for his young, innocent wife, and had heard note that a special bounty had been taken to the Captain’s chambers. He also heard talk amongst the other former female passengers, none of which could compare to his innocent and faithful wife. What they said about the Captain, admiring his rugged looks, and his muscles, nearly made him sick. He was so glad he had such a sweet and loyal spouse. These women sounded like wild dogs in heat, speaking of being mounted and taken by the disgustingly handsome cabin.

It was then that Carlotta entered the room. This was on orders of the Captain. She could hardly hide her disappointment when she loosened the trousers. Charles did not know how to respond. He was of course offended at the audacity of the very beautiful woman. However, the way she looked and frowned at his smallish penis, also sent a thrill through his system that made it rocket up to almost five inches in length. Now Carlotta has gotten quite used to her Captain magnificent cock. As a matter of fact she had enjoyed it less than two hours earlier as his sexy bitch had watched them.

She reached out, disappointed how tiny in comparison it lay in her hand. “Is that it? I don’t suppose you might have more?” Charles shook his head no, as his little cock twitched in her hand almost like a minnow. “Well, My orders are to pleasure you, but, fucking is out of the question. My Captain has just stretched my pussy so good, I don’t think I’d even feel you.” She looked Dow at the size disadvantaged member and shrugged her shoulders as she went to her knees. The only good news was three quick sucks and out popped his little spittle of cum. Not even a teaspoon, in comparison to the nice thick milkshake of her Captain.

Charles had cum fast, he always did, but he had been unfaithful, albeit not of his choosing. His little cock felt so good, but he had been such a naughty boy, he mustn’t ever let sweet faithful Isabelle know, ashamed he slumped off to sleep, his little hard on in toe.

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Meanwhile in the Captain’s quarters, the young housewife just having speculated on learning how to give oral pleasure to the Captains large, throbbing prick, had been spun and rested back on her back as the muscular handsome rouge began his descent to her honeypot!

He felt her open her legs, heard her moan despite herself before she uttered, " Oh please sir...please don't...we shouldn't be doing this ! "


" Oh my God, captain ! Please..."

He chuckled as the first was a most disingenuous attempt to stop him, the second a gutterall begging to please her. The Captain lowered his have and buried his nose in her upper rust, young muff. Pressing his hands against her thighs, he spread her obscenely, and pushed back a bit to admire her beautiful, wet young cunt! Lowering again, he began by kissing, long slow tender kisses her soft, light pink, outer lips. As the kissing continued, working up and down her slit, he let his tongue enter the fray.

First just quick flicks, tasting her honey and teasing it’s increased production. Then opening her lips with his fingers, he began long slow lapping of her considerable nectar, taint to clit, as her ass wiggled on one hand, and her heated moans echoed throughout the cabi on the other. What a glorious specimen she was, and there was no sight that thrilled him more than the feedback he got from a woman as, for the first time in her life, she understood what her cunt was really meant to do and feel.

Finally he hardened his exceedingly long and talented tongue and entered her. Slowly fucking her hot twat, as his hands worked up her body to pinch her rock hard nipples...

 

[angelique127]

If the rogue captains skilled fingers were not enough to drive her over the edge his experienced tongue combined with his lips was. Never before in her entire life had a man make her feel this way...Isabelle gripped the silk sheets with her fingers, gasping, her legs spread as far as they could possibly go as Anthony's wicked tongue went lower towards it's objective...when his tongue finally found her delicate pink pussy lips she was almost delirious.

Isabelle had never imagined this much pleasure was possible. No man had ever did this to her before. She grabbed his head, wanting to urge Anthony forward but at the same time wanting him to stop ! In her mind it was so wrong to be enjoying another man that was not her husband providing her with so much desire...

His tongue entered her delicate pink folds, exploring forth. Isabelle held her breath trying not to scream but could not help arching her back and forcing the handsome well hung captain's face forward. Her whole body shuddered and her pussy spasm and Isabelle's gushed...for the very first time she experienced a sensation like she had never felt before...

" Oh my God...captain... sir...I never...imagined this ! " Isabelle panted, moving her pussy up and down his face. Although she wouldn't admit it Isabelle wanted nothing more than to have her wicked pussy filled with Anthony's big horse cock...