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Subject: THE PIRATE 5/5
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 1996/11/23
Message-Id: <577qlb$3nl@dfw-ixnews9.ix.netcom.com>
Organization: Netcom
X-Netcom-Date: Sat Nov 23 3:34:35 PM CST 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
NICOLE IS RECAPTURED
By JOHN
You brushed your blonde hair from your eyes as you finished your
business accounts at last, in the flickering light of the tavern's
main hall. A good month, you concluded, straightening with a pleased
expression. You looked around you as you stretched and sighed gently.
The prices for brocade had dropped recently, but demand had not, and
you
thanked fortune for smiling upon you and giving you a good profit.
You paid the innkeeper, who smiled broadly at such a pretty lady,
and walked into the chill night air, smelling of salt from the sea,
and you thought briefly of a time in your life when that smell
dominated
your senses, the smell of salt, and fish, and the mustiness of ship's
rigging... your days of captivity aboard John's pirate ship. The
ledger
book was heavy under your arm, and you shifted its weight to make
yourself
more comfortable.
You smiled despite yourself, turning the corner, thinking thoughts of
pleasures enjoyed there... then shook your head, annoyed at yourself.
As pleasant as it was, you realized it was no life for you. It was
a pity you had to leave without saying goodbye to your gentle captor,
but you just didn't know what to say... but you had found other
pleasures,
certainly... And you smiled again, as you thought of them, as well.
No, John was now part of another life, another time.
As your thoughts cleared again, you looked around to notice that two
men, walking along the street with you, had veered rather close... too
close. You looked quickly for an exit, but they quickly eliminated the
gap... and you gasped as they grabbed you. The ledgerbook dropped from
your grasp, falling to the cobbled street.
"How dare... mmmph... mphhh!" you tried to get out, as a strong hand
clamped over your mouth, and unyielding arms encircled you and held
you.
Careless, careless, to have let your thoughts lull you like that! You
struggled not to panic, not to think of what the evening may have in
store
for you... A stray thought struck you, as you realized that you'd put
on
your most expensive silk undergarments this morning, in anticipation of
an
evening of pleasure with your new lover. "If they glimpse THAT..." you
thought with a shudder, and you dared think no farther.
"A fine young beauty," purred the roughly dressed man. "We'll enjoy
our
task tonight, Trag," he added, satisfaction in his voice.
"Aye, she'll remember us, won't she, Bill!" the other spoke, his voice
rough, and holding a tone you didn't like. You struggled as the two
led you away, down a dark alley, around corners... further and further
from the safety of familiar streets... till at last they pushed you
into a rough room, lit by flickering lamplight cast across a quilted
bed.
"Ah," you thought, divining their intent without too much difficulty.
"Stupid, stupid, to allow myself to be caught!" And then your breath
caught in your throat as a man stepped from a dark corner of the room,
and you recognized a familiar face.
"Eric!" you sobbed, then straightened with a flush. "So John is
responsible for this outrage! Where is he, I want to give him a
piece of my mind!" You felt the rush of anger, but also felt a
sudden peace, a sense of relief. If John was behind this, surely
no harm would be done. Oh, he would know your anger!
"Aye, you'll be giving someone a piece, my lady," Trag chuckled, and
you
looked to Eric... and something in his face told you that you actually
had every reason to worry, indeed.
Eric looked flustered, and a little sad. "Yes, you'll see John
tonight, Lady Nicole. But first we have a task he ordered us to
do."
Rough hands laid you on the bed, and began tearing at your clothing,
and Eric added, as you were pinned to the bed, "John ordered us to
bring you to him, lady. We are ordered not to strike you, and not to
raise a bruise on you... but we are not to return until you are with
us,
and after you have been taken abed by the three of us."
Surely John was toying with you. His men had never touched you before
now.
And yet you felt your clothing being ripped, being cast aside, and warm
hands on your body. You began to panic as you heard the musical tinkle
of a belt buckle, as it was loosened, then felt your legs being pried
apart, against your will.
You closed your eyes, but that still didn't stop the warm, heavy weight
you felt against your inner thighs, moving upwards, and then piercing
deep within you, sliding deep within that secret place. You opened
your
eyes to see Bill's face, enrapt with pleasure, as he began stroking
within
you, his breathing quickening.
And thus began an interval that lasted for what seemed like days,
though
later you realized that it must have only lasted a few hours. First
Bill
had you, grunting and heaving as he came. Then Trag was upon you,
taking you
with long strokes that became less than gentle towards the end, as he
found
his release and filled you. The big man was big in other ways, as
well, and
you winced as he hurt you a little.
Last of all, Eric covered you with his young body, as the other two
held you fast. "I would have hoped for happier circumstances than
this,
lady," he murmured, too low for the others to hear, and he was gentle,
very
gentle... but he took you, nevertheless.
After that you were made to dress in the torn remnants of your finery,
blindfolded, and gagged. Strong hands bound you efficiently, and quite
beyond the possibility of escape.
Now entirely unable to see, you were led to a waiting dinghy, and soon
you found yourself onboard the heaving deck of John's ship, with
the familiar tang of salt in your nostrils, mixed with the smells
of tar and hemp.
You were led inside, and found yourself at last tied to a rough upright
redwood beam, at which point your blindfold was finally removed. Trag
and Bill winked at you slyly, and Eric ducked his head shyly, as they
left you. As your gag was still stoutly in place, you had no words to
say.
"So what happens now?" you thought... and eventually you began to
realize that the answer was... nothing. Your arms began to ache,
tied high over your head, and you swayed but did not fall, as your
feet were bound too. You heard the sounds of the sea, and the soft
murmur of voices, far away... snatches of conversation too low to hear.
Your body swayed again, with the pitch of the ship. You looked down
at your expensive clothes, now ripped beyond mending, exposing generous
patches of bare skin here and there across your body.
With a growing sense of shame, you realized that warm rivulets of
the intermingled leavings of your three kidnappers were slowly coursing
down your inner thighs, and you blushed to remember how they took you.
Anger gave way to fear, which gave way to boredom, which eventually
gave way to sleep, though you later wondered how that was possible.
And when you awoke, you saw, by the light of flickering candles,
the face you most wanted to see.
"John!" you tried to shout, but with the gag, your words were
unintelligable.
* * *
John didn't speak for a long moment, and you became uncomfortably
conscious
of the helplessness of your position. Surely he had plans for your
body,
plans that no doubt would include pleasures that you flushed even now
to remember... and yet you wished you could talk to him. Oh, that he
would take off this cursed gag! There is so much you wish you could
say
to him... Doesn't he know that? And doesn't he know how uncomfortable
this position is? And you felt another discomfort, as well, from the
effects of the ale you consumed so many hours ago, now a pressing need
in your body... you needed to be untied so that you could be led to
the bathroom! But how could you tell him that with your mouth gagged?
"I am not at all pleased with your latest activities," John spoke at
last, his voice low. "I see that my men have adequately... prepared
you..."
At this his eyes raked across your tattered finery, and across your
body.
But one thing remains before you are ready for the punishment that I
have
planned for you, my wayward lady."
And with this, John left, closing the wooden door behind him.
* * *
More hours passed. John was not pleased, eh? Well, YOU were not
pleased
with HIS recent activities! You seethed with helpless rage. WHEN
would
he return? You watched as the sunlight from the open window slowly
moved
across the deck, as the day progressed. And your own pain progressed,
as
well, from the ache in your limbs, and the ache in your abdomen... "If
John does not return soon and untie me, I'm going to very well piddle
on
his precious floor," you fumed, then realized that this was extremely
likely... and the thought made you feel helpless and humiliated.
You dozed, despite yourself, and woke to such pain in your abdomen that
you could barely maintain control over your bladder, agonizing cramps
that racked your body and caused you to spasm with pain, whimpering
into
your gag like a little baby.
You were startled as the bolt to the door drew back, and John entered,
in the company of a young woman with a mane of long, flowing red
hair...
very pretty actually, though you couldn't think of that long, as your
body dissolved into pain once again, and you whimpered despite
yourself.
"Ah, yes, Celeste, she's just about ready," John murmured, then faced
you
and added, "Celeste, would you be so good as to tickle our lovely
captive?"
TICKLE? No! You can't be serious! But John was. Celeste reached out
with two hands, a mischevious grin on her face, and began tickling you
on the ribs... and with a sudden spasm, you lost control of your
bladder,
sending endless fountains of urine in a warm gush down your legs,
puddling
on the floor. Your release went on and on, uncontrollable, splashing,
gushing... your shame grew such that you wished you could die, yet it
went on, and on...
"THAT's better," John chuckled, pleased with himself. His face turned
hard then, and he said, "Since you can't seem to control your urges, my
dear one, I thought I'd let you feel a loss of control in other ways,
as well." He stepped carefully around the puddle on the floor, then
pulled out his knife, long and gleaming. Your eyes grew big with fear.
With a series of rips, the knife cut through your expensive finery,
causing it to fall away from your body, to the floor. You cringed as
portions of the fabric fell into the dark, wet stain on the floor, then
realized that the clothing was now no good anyway, ripped by your
three kidnappers and further cut asunder by John's glittering knife.
You felt the cold steel of the blade as it edged through your blouse,
your skirt, then your panties... and you were completely helpless,
naked before John and this strange woman, with your lower body
glistening
wet with urine... You whimpered now from shame, your pain now
forgotten.
How could John do this? What was he going to do with you? Your mind
whirled with thoughts, each one a torture to you. You watched as,
very slowly, very deliberately, he unfastened just his belt, and
removed
it.
"When you left me, my beautiful FORMER captive," John said, putting a
bite into that word, "My heart was broken. I felt such pain, such
loneliness... But when I heard you had taken a lover in town, as
well, my torture began in earnest.
SLAP! John struck you across the buttocks with his belt. SLAP!
Pain shot through your entire body as he hit you again, wrapping the
leather around your long, exposed legs.
"I loved you, my lady, with all my heart, and this is how you repay
me,"
John said bitterly. If only this gag was removed! What you would say
to him! You tried to speak anyway, but only muffled whimpers came out.
SLAP! Another stroke of the belt, across the stomach, stung like fire.
You whimpered again, tears in your eyes.
"And so now I am going to help you realize what tortures I endured,
dear lady," he concluded, and you braced yourself for... what? Would
he strike you again? You closed your eyes to prepare for the sting of
more angry blows, but no blow came.
Instead you heard a sigh, and the creak of John's bedsprings, and you
opened your eyes to see Celeste and John locked in an embrace, and
John's hand cradling her breasts, stroking along her long, beautiful
body...
And he was going to make you watch. You felt horror pass through you,
dread, jealousy, revulsion. How far would he take this?
Very far indeed, you realized, watching Celeste take off her clothing,
and John strip out of his as well. You saw his length, hard and
straight, and a feeling of jealousy stabbed your heart.
"No, no," you tried to moan, but still it continued, as Celeste
spread her legs to accommodate John's body over her... She wore
only panties by this time, and John pushed the fabric aside and with
one
thrust he was inside her. She moaned gently as he began to move over
her.
You closed your eyes again, unable to watch, yet you heard their moans,
becoming louder and more insistent... and you opened them again to see
John's release, as he pulled free at the last moment, fountaining his
hot cum into the fabric of her panties.
"Oh, yes, lover," Celeste crooned, "I'n not done yet... finish me...."
"In a minute, love," John murmured, pulling her now-soaked panties from
her body. He wadded them up as if to throw them aside, and then got
up from the bed and walked over to you.
"That gag must be uncomfortable, my lady," he said to you, as his
hands reached behind your head to fumble with the knot that kept the
gag tight. You moaned in anticipation of the gag being removed.
Suddenly it came free, and you gasped for air, breathing heavily.
A few more gasps of air, then, "John! Stop this, I beg you! Please
don't..."
You got no farther, as John suddenly forcefully pushed the soaked,
wadded-up panties in your mouth, gagging you again, and then he
replaced
your gag over it, rendering you mute again. You gagged on the taste
in your mouth, a taste of John's heavy semen, slowly oozing down your
throat, mixed with Celeste's various perfumes.
And then, while you watched, John proceeded to finish her off. Her
moans grew, became more insistent, until she cried out with her
release,
as John pistoned his long cock deep within her.
* * *
Later, after John and Celeste had said their goodbyes, and both left
the cabin, Eric came to you with a washbasin and a sponge, and slowly
began to wash your body, starting from the neck, down your long torso,
cleaning the sweat from your body, and the now-dried liquid from your
legs. As he worked, he talked to you softly.
"Please forgive him, Lady Nicole," he murmured, as the warm soapy
liquid cleansed your body. "He was a man destroyed when you left...
he
has entirely been beside himself with grief. I have been running the
ship for him, as he is completely unable to command. Only you can give
us back our commander, dear lady. Please return to him."
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