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Subject: THE PIRATE 1/5
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 1996/11/23
Message-Id: <577qh2$b2q@sjx-ixn10.ix.netcom.com>
Organization: Netcom
X-Netcom-Date: Sat Nov 23 1:32:18 PM PST 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
THE KIDNAPPING
By NICOLE
My heart beats fast beneath my breast as I contemplate my predicament.
Your men have taken the liberty of removing my heavy silk gown, leaving
me
with only my chemise and petticoats. They are exceedingly loyal to
you,
and have left me untouched.
Their loud, raucous voices drift to me as they leave the cabin:
"The captain will not be barking orders this night! For he'll be held
captive by the charms of that dark beauty as surely as she is bound
upon
his bed. Pleasures await us ashore this night mates."
The ship grows quiet except for the gentle slap of water against the
hull,
and the creaks and groans of the planking. My eyes roam the room as
they
grow accustomed to the dim and soft candlelight. Your possessions fill
the
cabin, objects I am unfamiliar with, but which certainly must be
nautical
instruments and maps, and books line the shelves on the opposite wall.
The mingled scent of spices, exotic perfumes and oils envelope the air,
evidence of the bounty collected from faraway ports. In every corner
of
this room lies the evidence of a strongwilled and powerful man
accustomed
to dallying over the charms of a complacent and willing bedpartner.
Surely my fate awaits me upon the opening of the cabin door as I lie
helpless upon your bed. Why have I been bound here in this manner with
only my skimpy undergarments to hide my nakedness? And what is this
strange
sensation I feel, lieing here nearly naked, waiting for my pirate
captor
to walk through that door?
I struggle helplessly with the bindings which hold my arms high above
my head. I know not of the ways of men and women, other than the
fearful descriptions I have heard in hushed whisperings from the
servants of my household. And I fear my fate will be such this nite
as I lay here bound, helpless and naked. I fall into a fretful light
sleep, until I hear heavy footsteps approach the door and hear it
crash open on its hinges.
My eyes behold a tall and strong figure outlined in the light of the
open doorway. Even in my fear I can sense the vibrancy of life in my
captor, and my steadfast gaze upon your face brings a smile to your
lips, and you laugh, and say: "Ah! My men were inaccurate in
describing your beauty. And your obvious innocence greatly stirs my
need
and desire of a woman. I'll have you this nite my dark beauty, and
many
nites thereafter. You are indeed a prize to be captured!!"
My gaze follows you as you move purposefully about the cabin, closing
and bolting the door behind you. "There will be no interruptions
this nite dear one, while your lessons of love and the ways of a man
begin. You are mine, and bound thus, you will be at my will to
please me as I desire."
Your eyes rake over the curves of my body, covered by mere wisps of
undergarments, which leave little to your imagination. You notice
my quickened breathing with the rise and fall of my full breasts. My
struggles have left a goodly portion of my legs exposed, and a vision
of my legs clasped around you as you enter me flashes through your
mind. You move to a corner of the room to fetch a flask of wine, and
as you turn back to me, you find my eyes roaming over your
body...your full white silk shirt is open to the waist, exposing the
dark hair of your muscled chest...and my gaze drops yet to the bulge
of your manhood, and to the firm, tensed muscles of your thighs
visible through your clinging breeches. In the dimness of the room,
I am unaware that I am being watched as I assess you, my feared captor.
You are pleased with the emotions that cross my face as I follow your
movements...you can see desire there, unknown yet to me. You think
to yourself: "I will make this beauty want me with a passion equal
to my own, and she will beg me to take her, again and again this
night."
You approach the bed and sit at my side, gently tracing the tip of
your finger along the line of my chin, down the side of my neck and
across my breasts. Your touch causes me to shiver, and you notice
the hardening of my nipples beneath the silk cloth. Your other hand
lightly caresses my thigh, moving slowly upward, till you can feel
the warmth emanating from the center of my being.
"Fear not, little one, I'll not harm you. You will experience
pleasure this nite like none you have known before, as I make you
mine!"
Your hands gently reach for the panties beneath my petticoats and
pull them down my long, silken legs. I sigh with obvious desire as
you kiss my inner thighs, brushing your face against the soft hair
between my legs, and then you pull my petticoats down, covering my
legs. "You will be mine this nite. You will feel the full length of
my need deep inside your warmth, but first we will have a light meal.
My men tell me you have been here in wait near most of the day, and
you must be famished."
You lift my head, my hair cascading around your arms, as you hold a
glass of wine to my lips and allow me to swallow. My limited motions
have caused my chemise to drop yet lower, exposing even more of my
full breasts to your gaze. You sense the tingle of desire in your
loins as you hold me close to you thusly. You set the glass of wine
on a chest near the bed, and speak: "What is your name, my dark
beauty, and where lies your home. From whence did my men take you?"
I speak in an unsure voice, tinged with fear, "My name is Nicole, and
my home is along the coast, at Carmella. Your men took me from my
merchant ship, the Sea Nymph, nearing its journey end from the Virgin
Islands. We were carrying a cargo of sugar cane and indigo, bound
for my hometown. Your men took me from the deck of my ship and
brought me here and bound me thus, for what purpose I know not, but
surely you will undo this wrong and return me forthwith to my home?"
You listen to my words intently, partaking of the wine, and laugh
loudly at the conclusion of my short speech. "Ah, perhaps I will
return you, my beautiful Nicole, at a time of my choosing. And then
perhaps I will take you with me on my sea travels. You could bring
warmth to a man's lonely nites at sea, and fill his bed with
pleasures!"
"Pray tell me your name, and whither is this vessel bound?"
"My name is John, Long John Silver, and my vessel is bound for
Malaysia. We will be long at sea. You'll not be home at your
coast town of Carmella for many months Nicole. My men have brought
you here to fill my pleasure and wants on this long ocean voyage. My
temper is more bearable when softened by the beauty of a woman."
A dark look crosses over my face at your words, and I retort: "Oh,
the infamous Long John Silver." I am embravened by my anger and go
on, "Stories of your escapades have even reached my home town. You
are feared far and wide, and the men fiercely protect our women from
your taking. Ha!! Shall I fear you, my Lord John?? The feared
pirate, who must bind his women to his bed, to assure their desire??"
My mocking laughter fills the room, and you become angered, yet my
audacity only serves to intensify your desire.
"Ah Nicole. Desire me you shall!! You'll beg for me before this
nite is over. And you will do my bidding. You are mine to do with
as I please. You'll not escape your bonds." You fill the wine glass
and hold it again to my lips. "Drink Nicole, and we shall eat." You
feed me small bites of food, alternating with the sweet taste of the
wine.
The wine slowly begins to relax me. You move again to the far side
of the cabin, to the cabinet lined with oils and perfumes. You
select a bottle from the shelf and return to the bed. You place the
bottle on the chest next to the bed, and reach for the knife in the
scabbard at your side. The candlelight shines brightly on the blade
as you lower it. My eyes fill with panic. You gently kiss my lips,
tasting the sweetness of the wine lingering there, as you place the
knife beneath the cloth of my chemise. With a swift pull and the
ripping sound of fabric, my upper body is fully exposed to your view.
You brush the torn wisps of fabric away from my skin and kiss the
peak of each breast. My nipples grow hard under your tongue as you
swirl it around each one. Your hands grasp my waist and move over my
hips and thighs. You place the knife at the waistband of my
petticoats and pull again, ripping the fragile lace, until my entire
body is naked upon your bed. You place the knife on the chest, and
pick up the bottle of oil, pouring a small quantity into the palm of
your hand.
You rub your hands together, and then place them at my neck,
massaging the oil into my skin, over my breasts, giving attention to
each nipple, down over my waist, noticing the shudder of my body as
you reach my hips and work across my lower stomach. You fill your
hands again with oil and rub the length of each of my legs, widening
them to your gaze as you do this. My woman place is fully exposed
and I wince as you lower your face to my soft hair.
"Nicole, your body is beautiful. My desire for you is great. You
should be proud. Never have I felt such desire for a woman as you
stir in my loins. Look, sweet Nicole, see the evidence of my
desire." You drop your clothes to the floor as you disrobe. Your
manhood is hard and standing firm against your stomach. "Nicole,
look" as you turn my head to face your body. "See what desires you
awaken in me."
You kneel between my legs, and open then fully to you again. You run
your tongue along each thigh, stopping as you reach the place where
they join. You then slowly lower your head to my soft beckoning
womanhood, as your fingers part my hair, exposing the soft inner
folds. Your finger traces the outer edge of each petal, and you feel
the warmth and wetness flowing from within me. You touch my
pleasure point with the tip of your tongue, and I arch my back and sigh
deeply, as my knees clasp your head between my legs. My smell and
taste fill your senses, and your hands then stroke and cup my
breasts, squeezing the nipples, stroking the sensitive skin, as your
tongue probes and flicks over my pleasure place and the opening of my
desire. You continue until you feel the beginning shudders of my
release, and stop suddenly.
"No, Nicole. Not yet! You'll beg me before this nite is over. You
will beg me to plunge deep within you and take ever inch of you."
You kneel over me, pushing your hardness toward my face. "Take me
Nicole, take me within your mouth. Taste my need." I look up at you
with fear, mixed with desire and my own need. "Take it you will
Nicole. Remember, dear one, you are here for my pleasure. You are
bound and helpless to my every whim. Please me! Take my seed within
you."
You press your cock towards my lips, and rub it gently across them.
A small drop of your juices touches my lips, and my tongue tastes it,
taking it within me. I open my mouth to your probing member, and
swirl my tongue over the head, feeling it pulse and tense with my
gentle ministrations. I allow you to press yet further within the
warmth and wetness, and I close my tongue over you and suck gently,
seeking more of your salty taste. "Yes Nicole. Pleasure me, taste
me, take me within you, love me."
I continue to tongue you, alternating with a gentle, raking of teeth
along your pulsing sides as you plunge in and out, losing yourself
to the sensations of my now obvious passion and desire to please you.
You pull away from me and look into my eyes, glazed and twinkling
with unabashed need. "Let me hear the words Nicole. Tell me. Tell
me what you desire from me."
A moment of uncertainty, and then, "Let me taste you John. Fill me
with your desire. I want you, I want to please you. Let me pleasure
you."
You move your hardness again to my mouth, and I lift my head and take
the length of you within me, allowing you to touch the back of my
throat, licking the length of you, sucking the tip of you, beckoning
your sweet juices to reach my tongue, and fill me. Thoughts of your
muscled body pass through my mind...thoughts of your tongue upon that
place between my legs...of your manhood pressing into the opening
between my legs...my desire for you grows as does your need, and I
work with more intensity, until I feel you tense and shudder,
releasing yourself within me, and I swallow, tasting your saltiness,
and swallow yet again and again....taking every drop you have to give
me, licking the tip of your cock, and my own lips as you withdraw.
I close my eyes, smiling with happiness that I have been able to
please you, enjoying the sensation that I am still bound upon your
bed, and knowing that there are places you have yet to fully explore.
You will take me this nite. I lie here helpless still, and your need
is not yet expended. My own desire is now heightened by my very
helplessness, by the bonds which hold me upon your bed, waiting for
your touch again upon my body....waiting for you to pleasure me the
way only a man can....waiting for you to......
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