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Conquest

By: eroticfiction



As I drive down the street where he lives, I tell myself that I am going to seduce him and that I am going to be successful. It's Saturday afternoon and the Magnolia trees are loosing some leaves because the rain is coming down so hard. 

I am, not so casually stopping by his house to say hello. For some reason, severe weather makes me horny. The reliable summer afternoon thunder and rain of New Orleans is one of the many reasons I chose to live here. There's something about the lightning before the sound, I never know when or where it will strike or how loudly. Mother nature's fury and power I suppose, is erotic to me. It's a reminder that there are some things in existence that man cannot control. I park my car on the street in front of his house. I am five foot three, have dark brown chin length hair, dark brown eyes and am usually wearing an impish grin. I have full breasts and a plump round ass. I weigh about 125 pounds. I am wearing my pink and green flowered body-clinging sundress with spaghetti straps.

My hair and dress are saturated even though I ran from my car to his door. I knock. After a moment he answers the door. I smile as water drops fall from my face as he invites me in. We are alone.

He is about six foot one, lean, dirty blonde with piercing blue eyes. He is 30, almost two years my senior, but there is something child like or boyish about him. He possesses an element of innocence. There is something inside of him that's never been discovered by another person. He isn't a virgin, but I think the raw base animal instinct in him hasn't been unleashed. He is wearing khaki shorts and a red, white and blue tee shirt.

He offers me a towel to blot the rain. I slowly sweep the towel across my face, neck and cleavage and gift him flirty smiles. We make small talk about work and other mundane but real topics, but that's not what is on our minds. All that passes through my mind is how badly I want to be naked and entwined with him and how incredibly intense it could be. I know he is thinking like I do, I can feel it. Animals can almost always sense attraction, so long as both possess it. The aroma of sensuality and lust emerge from our pores and glances.

His window unit air conditioner is working so well that my nipples become hard under my wet dress. I know he notices this, his breathtaking blue eyes are drawn to them. He turns his head away and lightly blushes with a smile as he notices that I know he's looking. I take his left hand and place it in the middle of my chest and tell him it's ok. He smiles in mild surprise and places his right hand on my chest to companion the other. My nipples become even harder as his masculine but gentle hands rub and fondle them through the material of my dress. He rolls my taut nipples with his index fingers and thumbs. 

He bends down to kiss me. Lips slightly parted, met mine with soft, slow and light tongue interaction. The kind of kissing that causes an insatiable desire for more. The rain is my music. I place my little hands on his cheeks and run them down his body-from face to neck, down his broad shoulders and across his firm chest. The heat absorbed by my hands from his body is like coals being added to a fire. My hands then slide behind him and grab his full ass. Our kissing becomes more passionate as his hands gently move across my chest and pull down the spaghetti straps. The pouring rain is now accompanied by light thunder. My hands move to his front and grab his cock. It's rock hard and bulging. His kisses venture down my neck as we move towards the bedroom.

He sits on the side of the bed and I stand in front of him. The desire in his eyes blows over me. Slowly and teasingly he pulls down the front of my sundress to reveal my breasts. My nipples are hard and plump like raisins. His hands take hold of them gently and fumblingly. His lips are wet with saliva and stare at my breasts as if they had eyes of their own. His warm lips and tongue meet them delicately, with alternating kissing and licking. I feel moisture build between my legs. The rain is beating down harder and the thunder is getting louder. The rain places itself in scattered patterns, the lightning strikes randomly, but it places and strikes mostly in me.

I anxiously pull his shirt up over his head and off his arms. My hands slide over his chest and shoulders slowly feeling his strength and body fire. I unbutton and unzip his shorts. He stands up so we can remove them. He sits back down. I quickly drop to my knees as I stare at his huge and beautiful cock. I take his cock into my hands and begin to rub it on my face, neck and tits as I look into his eyes. I love the feeling of a smooth, hard cock rubbing against the softness of my skin. I rub the head and all the sweet pre-cum across my lips while I lick it ferociously. I put the head in my mouth and begin a slow in and out motion sucking hard. I move it faster and take it all in, so his balls hit my chin. His fingers run through my hair as he moans in pleasure.

I get up and push him down onto the bed. Climbing on top of him, I pull the hem of my dress to my waist. He can see that I shaved myself completely bald. Straddling, I tease him by rubbing my wet flesh against his hard cock. I lean down to kiss him when I position my body to allow only the head to enter and slide back out. There is a pain inside me now. His lips reach my nipples and suck them hard. My desire is so overwhelming that my breathing pattern is crazed. The rain is roaring now. Thunder snaps incredibly loud. My kiss teases, it begs him to abandon all self control and take me. 

His hands wrap around my back and grab opposite shoulders. He rapidly pulls my body down onto his rock hard cock. His hips move with the rhythm only a drummer could possess. His slow, gyrating motions drive moans of mind scarring ecstasy from my body. I approach orgams while my eyes shed tears of supernatural pleasure. My hot pussy gushes my sweet juice all over his cock and balls. The beat of his rhythm increases in speed. He drives out my orgasm, pumping me and releasing me as his release joins mine in harmony with the rain and thunder. He shoots his hot cum into me and moans loudly. I collapse on top of him.

He tries to cuddle with me and I slip away. I tell him I have some errands to run and have to get going. Looking exhausted and disappointed by my departure he replies, "Alright, but, call me later?" I get up and attend to my disheveled appearance. I kiss him one last time before my retreat. I walk away not looking back. I reach my car as saturated as I was when I entered his house. I then open my day-planner and scratch "get laid" off of my "to do list."

Conquest



He smiled as she crawled toward him, loving the gleam in her eye and the wicked smile on her lips. He had waited a very long time to experience this. 

All of the women he had known had performed this act on him willingly enough. Most had done so happily, even passionately, and all of them had believed their mouths to be something special but the unfortunate truth was that hardly any of them were. Their misplaced confidence had apparently been based more upon successes with typically overexcited men who couldn't suppress their climax for more than five minutes rather than the result of any real gift on their part, and only one or two had been able to regularly bring him to climax unaided, so he had taken this girl's boasting with a grain of salt. Oral sex was never unpleasant, he thought, and he had little to lose, save a thin layer of skin if she happened to be one of the clumsy ones who never seemed to figure out that repeatedly scraping their sharp teeth against his shaft as they bobbed obliviously on his erection was somewhat distracting and rather painful.

Still... when she spoke of his manhood, of touching it, holding it, of sucking it, she spoke with a sense of reverence, almost as if pleasuring him in that way were an act of worship, and he ached to experience that. Like most men, he loved receiving oral sex but as wonderful as it felt, he had always found it somehow lacking. He'd never known girl as hungry, as greedy, as desperate to have him in her mouth as she seemed to be, and he felt that her hunger could provide the critical element, the element that all the others lacked; he believed she could capture his imagination.

He watched her closely as she crawled, determined to soak in the experience, to capture it in his memory. Her eyes were fixed intently on his erect member and she slowed as she neared him, prolonging the moment, enjoying her own anticipation of what lay ahead. When she was close enough she slid her hands up his legs and around his hips, moistened her lips, and pressed her cheek to the inside of his thigh, rubbing it slowly up his leg until her nose nestled in his pubic hair, her lips nearly, but not quite, touching him. Her eyes slowly closed and she took a long, deep breath, drawing his scent into her nostrils, breathing him, before placing her lips against the base of his cock and softly kissing it.

Cupping her hand loosely around his cock and pressing it tenderly to her mouth, she parted her lips and extended her tongue, broadly licking him with excruciating slowness, sighing as she tasted him for the first time. Holding her open mouth against his shaft, she trailed her wet tongue slowly upward, then took his velvet knob into her mouth with a quiet whimper and softly suckled it, rolling her head in slow, languid circles while licking until he it wet and slippery. Taking him from her mouth, she kissed his glistening cock and raised her face to his, smiling at him briefly, distractedly, as if to say "Oh, hello... are you still here?" then closed her eyes and began luxuriantly rubbing his stiffness across her cheek. Softly moaning, she drew it across her eyes, her forehead, slowly traced the line of her jaw to her chin and kissed it lovingly as it brushed against her lips, bathing in the scent and texture of his hard cock.

He groaned. She had hardly begun and he was entranced. She was already losing herself in this, immersed in her own pleasure, savoring and delighting in his engorged tool until he, the man, nearly ceased to exist for her. The beautiful, hard penis she held in her hand was her sustenance, her manna, it was her life force and she was feeding. She was beautiful, he reflected, but he thought that she might never be more beautiful than she was at this moment. She was beyond happy, beyond blissful, she was enraptured.

She opened her eyes and closely examined his cock, drinking in the sight of it from all angles as she held it in her hand, as if considering her next selection from a richly laid buffet. Deciding, she slathered his glans with her tongue then covered the sensitive underside of his shaft with her mouth and quickly shook her head from side to side, pressing her lips and tongue against the soft skin with a quick, intense flurry of movement, delighted with his moans of pleasure. Taking his hardness back into her mouth, she sucked, whimpering as she drew him deeply into her mouth, then flicked her tongue teasingly against him as she slowly withdrew, her lips wetly smacking, then slurped him back into her mouth and repeated the cycle, sucking him in with a moan then making a muffled "yummy" sound as she licked back up, relishing the taste and feel of him.

He sighed. Her mouth was incredible, and her quiet, unguarded sounds of hunger and appreciation were thrilling. This was what he'd waited for, he thought, and laced his fingers through her hair and began firmly thrusting into her mouth but she quickly pulled free his cock, eliciting from him a groan of frustration. This wasn't the main course, she smiled to herself, this wasn't even the appetizer, she thought, suppressing a mischievous chuckle at his distress; she was merely whetting her appetite while wetting his stiffened dick.

Still grinning, she wrapped her hand loosely around his wet shaft and began lightly stroking him, making sure her fingers bumped against the pronounced rim of his knob each time, then quickly squeezing the end of his cock as her hand slid up and off, squirting his slippery cock out of her hand with a delightful, sexy little squishing sound. She then lowered her mouth to the base of his cock, gazed up into his eyes and started licking his shaft as she might lick a dripping ice cream cone. She knew that the poignantly submissive image of her face under his cock, softly whimpering and hungrily licking his cock with her eyes raised to his in supplication would inflame him, and she knew she had hit the mark when she heard his breath catch and he leaned a little forward, watching her intently, his eyes riveted on her. Careful to keep the light, squishy stroking constant and her eyes on his face, she began licking and kissing his balls, whimpering and moaning, draping his balls across her face as she worked her mouth lower, knowing that the sight of her, and the feel of her hands and mouth on him were building his excitement to a fever pitch. She played her tongue against his balls, his thighs, against the base of his shaft, her quiet sounds of contentment never ceasing, licking, kissing, gently nibbling, rubbing her face on him, and whenever his cock began to feel dry in her hand she quickly plunged her mouth down on him and wet his cock again, then returned to her stroking and licking, her eyes never leaving his.

She was everything he'd hoped she would be, hungry, yearning, thirsty for his hardness. She worshipped his cock as no one ever had, and he was simply on fire. He fought for control of himself; it was all he could do not to take her hair in his hands and ram his cock into her mouth, but he'd promised that she could have her way with him this time, that she could give him the gift she had ached to give for so many months and he forced himself to allow her to continue as she wished. He had no idea how long she made love to him this way, his arousal had twined into her hunger and need until he was enmeshed in an endless swirl of sensation and longing. She never stayed in one place for more than a few moments, alternately licking his balls, nuzzling and licking his shaft, stroking and greedily sucking his straining cock, whimpering with pleasure all the time, keeping his senses awake and vibrant, increasing his excitment until his balls ached for release.

She knew he was nearing his peak, that in spite of her best efforts to prevent his climax, to prolong his pleasure and hers, it was only a matter of minutes until he would climax. It was time. Wrapping her hands around his hips, she sucked his throbbing member into her mouth and drove it deeply into her throat until she choked, then pushed herself deeper on him until he was completely engulfed by her hot, wet mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, pressing against his body while her gagging throat convulsed, pulsating around him. Pulling quickly off him again, leaving him very wet, she wrapped her hand around his erection and began rapidly pumping his cock. Quickly burrowing under his balls, she lapped wetly, hungrily at his asshole, whimpering and moaning, until, nearly delirious with passion, he lifted his knees and scissored his legs around her neck, pulling her face tightly against him and began moaning loudly while grinding his ass roughly against her mouth. She masturbated him furiously, squeezing his rigid cock as hard as she could while still allowing her hand to slip quickly and smoothly along his shaft, her fingers still bumping along the ridge of his knob and squeezing moistly off of him with every stroke until his groans of ecstasy all but drowned out the feral sounds of her own urgent pleasure.

He’d wanted her to finish him herself, wanted to learn if she could really bring him to climax with her mouth, but that seemed no longer in question and he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to climax, he had to climax NOW, and there was no way he was going to spray his belly with a perfectly serviceable little slut so available, and so desperately hungry for his cum. He pushed her away from him and stood up, then took her by the shoulders and shoved her roughly sideways, knocking her off her knees. No sooner had she sprawled to the floor on her ass, than he had taken her hair in both his hands and jerked her head up and back, forcing her to frantically scramble until her back hit the foot of the couch and her neck pressed against the cushion, head angled sharply backward. Keeping one hand twisted in her hair he straddled her and slapped her face.

"Open your FUCKING MOUTH!" he ordered, quite unnecessarily, for she was already raising her head, hungrily opening her mouth to suck him again. He shoved his cock viscously down her throat, gagging her, pulling her head hard against him until his cock was completely buried in her.

"You want my dick, you fucking cumhungry little cunt???" he growled as she choked, her eyes wide. "Well, HERE IT IS!" he shouted, "TAKE IT!!!" 

He twisted both his hands in her hair and began fiercely fucking her mouth, slamming her head savagely down on him with every thrust. She was choking and screaming around his cock, her throat vibrating against him, her head bounced off the couch with every brutal thrust, but he was lost in it, he had lost all control and her frenzied reaction only aroused him more. She might be panicking, she might be thrilled, she might be terrified, she might be wildly aroused, she could even be suffocating for all he knew, but he was beyond caring; he was going to fuck this incredible little slut’s throat until she was coughing his cum out of her fucking nose. He would deal with the damage afterward.

Her hands found his hips and tried to push him out of her mouth, away from her, fingernails digging fiercely into his flesh. He struggled against her, determined to finish, but she clawed at him until the pain of her nails brought him to his senses, and he pulled, mortified, out of her mouth. Oh my God, he thought, what have I done? He had had no idea what this girl was prepared for, what she could take, and he had completely lost control of himself and had brutalized her beyond all reason. He knelt quickly beside her and laid his hand on her quaking shoulder. He couldn't see her eyes, her head was lowered and her hair covered her face. "Baby? Baby???" he asked her worriedly, "are you okay?"

She was silent for several seconds, then raised her gasping face to him. Her eyes were puffy and filled with tears, her cheeks flushed and wet, her swollen mouth and chin were slick, smeared with her own dripping spittle but she made no move to wipe it from her face. She looked so wretched and degraded, so completely humiliated and abused, gazing tearfully, pitifully, pleadingly up at him as she fought for breath, and despite his growing concern, he felt his cock stiffen at the intoxicating memory of what he'd just done to her. She was panting uncontrollably, unable to catch her breath, unable to speak, but after a moment or two she managed a hoarsely whispered plea... "Harder please."

"Oh, you fucking slut!" he growled, laughing with relief, and straddled her again, shoving back into her wounded mouth and fucking her tear-streaked face with a wild, savage abandon he’d never known. No matter how forcefully he battered her mouth, no matter how she screamed and struggled, her hands on his hips pulled him harder into her; it seemed impossible to exceed the limits of her lust for his cock, for his cruel abuse. He was no longer concerned that he might split her lip or bloody her nose, that he might rip out a handful of her hair. She would heal, her hair would grow back, it just didn’t matter anymore. He’d never been so aroused, had never felt such a primitive, consuming passion. He had never felt so free to unleash the aggression and cruelty he’d kept bottled inside him his entire life, measuring himself out in careful doses so many times, only to discover, all too soon, limits, restrictions, constraints. With her, he knew, he would be challenged to discover his own limits because for him… she had none.

He drove his cock ferociously into her ravenous mouth, his balls slapping her chin, her struggles to take it, to just take it, to take everything he could give, to suck and lick his stabbing member even as he cruelly assaulted her, ignited him, drove him wild, urged him on, and he pounded pitilessly into her bruised and swollen lips. His hands, twisted painfully in her hair, sadistically slammed her ravaged face against his belly again and again as she screamed around his ruthlessly thrusting cock. He rammed himself deeply, unmercifully down her throat until his hot spew spilled into her mouth and she began hungrily swallowing, sucking his gushing cock as if her very life depended on consuming every drop of his steaming cum, loudly moaning her abandoned need as she eagerly, greedily drank his spurting semen. He threw back his head and roared in conquest as his viscid essence coursed into her gulping mouth, a conquest not of this delightful, amazing girl...

...but of himself.



Conquest



She is dancing with her friends in a club. The crowd is hyped up on the upbeat dance music, their bodies moving silhouettes, writhing rhythmically, bumping, grinding. It's pitch dark except for the intermittent movement of a great many colored strobe lights, the sparkle off the shiny disco ball dispersed across various surfaces in the room. She came here with a group of friends, guys and girls alike, celebrating the start of the weekend after a grueling workweek. However, she'd lost sight of everyone in her company, not that there was any way to see anybody in the dark, with the glaring, flashing lights anyhow. She dances to the music in complete abandon, feeling other bodies bumping into hers occasionally, not minding them and writing off the occasional bumps and gropes as accidental, merely the results of an enthusiastic group of exuberant party-goers. Various random bumps from carefree party-goers inadvertently land her in a dark corner of the club, dancing energetically on the outskirts of the writhing mass.

She closes her eyes, feeling the heavy bass of the uptempo music pulsating through her body. Her movements are a mixture of slow seductive curves and twists here and there, her arms gracefully extending over her head, running over her body, moving out along her sides, while her voluptuous hips swayed side-to-side, and round and round alternately. That was when she felt it.

At first she thought it was another accidental brush from a wayward dancer who was just blindly moving in the dark, but then, she feels the fingers slowly and deliberately creep up along her spine, tracing the moist skin exposed by her near-backless dress that left a part of her luscious butt uncovered. She gasps and turns quickly, her eyes instantly flying open trying to see the face of her molester despite the dark. For a moment she begins to panic, but manages to maintain her composure. She ignores the fingers and moves out of reach, retreating further into her corner.

Minutes pass and she dances uninterrupted, hindered only by the closeness of the walls in her corner. She dances, turning in circles now, but before she can complete her last turn, she feels two hands on her hips holding her in place, facing the corner. She tries to get out of the corner, now spooked by the strong grip at her waist. The hands are firm and she is unable to break free or get around them... she tries to push her way out, backing away from the corner, but she is blocked by a broad body. From what she can tell, the person is taller than she, and for all the hard, chiseled muscles she feels press against her, the person is definitely male. The body closes in and instinctively she puts her hands between herself and the wall to avoid colliding hard with it and possibly ending up with a broken nose. Suddenly, she realizes that all that hardness is not just chiseled muscles, but in addition, a rock hard bulge pressing into her behind. She writhes and squirms rebelliously, trying to break free, even resorting to making loud noises of protestations, hoping to get the attention of other dancers, but to no avail. The music was just too loud.

The large hands move deftly - one pressing against the middle of her back, the other on the nape of her neck, masses of her wavy hair, caught partially in the strong grip. The body presses even closer, harder, as if this person would imprint their form on hers if they could. She shudders, feeling hot breath creep along the side of her neck, unexpectedly sending tingling shocks along her spine, triggering unwanted sensations of pleasure in her heat. A low, rich male voice speaks in her ear, not shouting, but loud enough to be heard over the music at the close range. "Don't move... stop that hopeless squirming, or I just might accidentally snap your delicate little neck in half."

The voice sounded calm, totally in control and she believed him as every word was stated cooly, confidently as mere statements of fact. His hands were enormous and she felt his strength - she did not doubt for one second his warning. Frightened, she stops moving completely, only her chest heaving heavily as her heart raced with panic. "Good girl... thank you, it'd be a shame to hurt you unintentionally," came the voice in her ear, this time it was velvety and warm, the words rolling out as smooth as silk. All manner of thoughts ran wildly through her head - who was this man? what kind of man does this and says thank you? She was confused and furious, petrified and perplexed all at once.

All thoughts flew from her head instantly when the hands began to move, massaging and applying pressure along her neck and back. An involuntary moan escapes her mouth and her body shudders, despite her fear. It felt good and somehow he knew how to touch her just right and where. He chuckles low, "Hm... so you like this? Not such an unwilling victim after all." Shame and fury boil within her at his words, but to her further degradation, she felt herself heat up and become sticky and wet in-between her thighs. She growls, blind with anger.

The man chuckles with amusement, applying more pressure now and clutching her hair even more tightly. "Mmm... looks like I caught myself a little tigress..." She pushes back at him and he nips at her shoulder hard, issuing a warning of pain. "Stop that. Now." His voice rung out in an angry growl. Suddenly, the hand from her back creeps lower, caressing over the top of her butt, the fingers disappearing under her dress. He maintains his hold on the back of her neck, while his other hand felt her up, cupping and squeezing her round, smooth butt. She tries to remain still, her eyes wildly gazing at the rest of the people dancing away in the club. How could they not know? How could no one notice what was happening?

He gains her full attention again when his hands find the bands of her thong, tugging at it, making the cloth stretch tightly over her slit. Meanwhile, he kisses her bare shoulder, nipping and licking along the way. He nips at her ear, then speaks in a husky drawl, "Don't worry, I'll take care of you too... trust me, you will be begging me for more once I'm done..." Her breath catches in her throat, but this time, oddly enough, it was not because he had frightened her. His words had struck her deep somehow, and she felt the heat stirring up deep in her belly.

The man moved on to assault different parts of her body, his rough, callused hands touching, caressing, squeezing everywhere, his lips exploring and kissing in almost-perfect tandem with his expert touch, all the while keeping his grip at the nape of her neck. She whimpers helplessly, a spell of dizziness coming over her as her arousal begins comes to life further. His wandering hands find her taut nipples through the thin fabric of her dress and he begins to take his time pinching and twisting each one, cupping and squeezing her firm, well-endowed breasts in-between. She can't keep from writhing in pleasure at this point and in response, the man begins to grind his hard bulge on the curve of her round butt, up and down. "Look at you... so responsive... wonderful, " he observes, his voice dripping with approval, but also taunting and teasing. He moves his hand away from her breasts and trails them down till he reaches the hem of her dress at her mid-thigh. He slips his hand under, lifting her dress in the process, and finds her hard little nub. Finding her aroused and wet, her clit taut, he moans with approval in her ear. "Mmmm... yes, good girl.. ready for me already, I see..." The very words make her shudder with pleasure involuntarily again. His damned voice and the way he spoke - he just pushed her buttons somehow.

He removes his hand from her for a moment, fumbling with his belt and his jeans. Out of nowhere she feels what she can only assume is his warm, thick length rubbing against her butt cheeks. His hands go back to her heat, rubbing along her slick folds, pinching and teasing her little stiff nub.With a low growl and no warning at all, he rips off her thong right off of her and flings it aside. Just as quickly, he rams his girth inside her tightness, stopping only when he's filled her to the hilt, the abruptness of his entry causing her to cry out loudly, her back arching sharply.

He stays motionless inside her, planting kisses along the silky skin of her shoulders, giving her time to adjust to him. He then wraps a long arm around her torso and begins to thrust inside her in slow, long strokes. "So tight...," he growls in her ear. She can feel his warm breath on her skin, coming in short pants now as he exerts himself thrusting inside her harder and harder and harder still. His arms pulling her to his body, his hips pounding into her, her body jolts roughly. She begins to cry out at each of his thrusts, her moans betraying her pleasure. Unable to control herself, her body acting with a mind of its own in response to the intense pleasure of being stretched and filled so completely, she begins to push back at him, grinding her hips and impaling herself even further on his thick, long shaft. "Yeah, that's it, little slut... fuck me, move on my cock... I told you you would like this..., " his silky voice spoke in her ear, with his grunts of effort resounding in each word. He moves her so her ass juts out to him more, and keeps fucking her hard and rough, his hand rubbing her clit in circular motion, slick with copious amounts of her juices. He removes his hand from her hot cunt and runs it in between her ass cheeks, spreading her juices there. With one finger he coats her tight, puckered little hole with her own juices and without warning jams two large fingers inside her dark hole. She shrieks with the searing pain and he pulls hard on her hair, warning her to be quiet, not that it would make any difference amidst the loud music pumping through the club. He thrusts his fingers and his cock with perfect timing relentlessly in her pussy and ass. Dazed in the throes of utter pleasure and lust, all she can do is brace herself with the flat of her palms against the wall, her fingers curling with pleasure every time his manhood bottoms out inside her.

Her back arches and she rises to her tiptoes suddenly shaking and writhing as her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave. He grunts harder, fucking her even more, motivated when he feels her taught, hot sheath contract wildly around his manhood as she reaches her peak. Wave after wave after wave, orgasms wash over her until she's completely weak. Without warning, he pulls out and says quickly, "This will only hurt a bit.." and with a single stroke rams his cock hard into her tight little ass. She screams, white flashes of pain dotting her vision, and he quickly moves his hand from her neck and places them over her mouth. He thrusts into her ass mercilessly, his assault seeming endless to her. With his free hand, he grabs her hips towards him, forcing her body to meet each forceful pounding thrust. Tears begin to flow from her eyes as she shuts them hard against the searing hot pain of his abuse. He leans closer to her ear, smacking a juicy butt cheek hard, and speaks with strain in his voice, "Mmmm... sooo good... I had my eye on this luscious ass since I saw you waiting to get in... don't cry... shhh... i promise you'll come to like this..."

Every thrust forces a muffled whimper from her mouth, her breasts bouncing as her ass is fucked violently. With a great growl, and deep grunts, the man clutches her body tight and spills his seed inside her bowels, filling her full so that it even overflows splattering in between her butt cheeks. Panting with breath, they both stand still for a moment. He withdraws from her ass, his cum, seeping out and dripping along her thighs. He turns her towards him and squashes her with his huge body against the wall, planting a passionate kiss on her full lips hard. He had taken her, he had brought her to her fullest pleasure forcefully, and took his own pleasure. And it had felt good. Suddenly all she could think of was how empty her body felt without his thick length inside her. Unconsciously, she admits total surrender and wraps her arms around his neck, responding deeply to his kiss.



Conquest



They brought her to the throne room doors, in chains, and not exactly in the mood to meet the pretender who sat on the Ebon throne. But there was no stopping them now. Both the guards were slack-jawed orcs of the elite regiment, and her charms wouldn't work on them. 

An pair of slim, pale-skinned elves appeared, their gauze robes doing nothing to hide their nakedness. Despite the semblance of immense weight, they pushed the giant onyx doors open easily and with a flourish; apparently this was the elves' only purpose, as they disappeared without a sound into some secret back chambers, probably some thin slit in hiding in the folds of the rocky walls. 

Ra'Shandra paid them little heed. The throne room was, even by her exalted standards, a sight to behold. 

Garish lighting came from gas lights in strategic places, softened only somewhat by candles. The roof was a dim shape within a a cloud of mist some seven storeys up. The throne room was a choice cavern at the centre of the Black Keep. Its walls, like the rest of the castle, were hewn out of the living rock; basalt, or something like it, black and rough. A crimson carpet seem to disappear into the distance as it ran the length of the hall. The throne itself was unmistakable; she'd read about it enough times. It was a small mountain, almost a storey tall itself, its peak carved into the Ebon Throne. There sat Morgoth, shrouded in shadow. Lit from below by gas torches, Ra'Shandra could only tell that he was very tall, and that his head was crowned with a set of twisted, foot-long horns. She had never seen him, or even a drawing, just rumours, and they were wrong. 

Soldiers stood at attention at intervals, faces grim, but alert. Barons, earls, their attendants and hangers-on filled the huge chamber, reclining on couches, drinking at low tables, and biding their time until the main event. Even some wealthier commoners had been allowed in. Comfort slaves from across the realms served drinks or allowed themselves to be groped, most willingly. The Shadow's Pacts indoctrination methods were notoriously effective. It was the grandest gathering the young princess had every seen. 

And it was all for her. 

Ra'Shandra, the princess of the Heryn, the last free Kingdom (that mattered), was about to be paraded before Morgoth, Demon-Prince of the Shadow Pact, but at the rate his war machine was going, she'd soon have to call him Emperor of all the Known Realms. 

The guards tightened their grip and led her straight towards the throne in mute procession. Somewhere she heard the sound of a drum rumbling a pagan beat through the chamber. With a breath she tried to keep her head up and pointed forward, to stay proud and defiant in the face of this humiliation. She didn't allow her eyes to waver from the throne, and she especially kept her glance from the black walls, lined with the pennants of conquered lands, each lit from below in eerie amber. Too much loss there. 

Aides stepped forward and formed two rows on either side of her path bearing arms, pennants, and other ceremonial garb she refused to acknowledge, all of it black, grey, silver, and crimson. None let their eyes linger on her slim, perfect form. Of the highest human breeding, she was almost annoyed that they didn't try to drink her in, in nakedness, without her mantle, cape, or ceremonial armour. The lack of restraints just made it worse: escape was so impossible that her freedom of movement made no difference. 

She felt exposed, uncomfortable, but she strode without shame. Like the rest of this charade, it just angered her. In fact, she wanted him to look. She hoped Morgoth would be too busy gushing over his newfound prize to lead his army properly. Even captured, and probably without hope of rescue, she would still fight, still try to distract and hinder Morgoth's progress to her final breath. If it her bought her kingdom another day, it would be worth it. 

Finally they came to foot of Morgoth's mountain-throne. The long line of aides took a coordinated step back. Humans, goblins, demonkin, and a half-dozen other types she didn't recognize bowed their heads without utterance to Morgoth. No sound save the for the faint rustle of rich clothing dared disturb the stillness. 

Ra'Shandra broke the silence. 

"I am Ra' Shandra, she who sits on the Elm throne and who bears the Holly Crown. And I will not tolerate this lack of protocol! Under the treaty of Gilfir I am to be given chambers, refreshment, and chance for parley! I....uh..."

She had really expected him to interrupt her. She'd seen would-be world conquerors before, well, read extensively about them. Didn't they love to jump in and proclaim their magnificence? That resistance was futile? 

"And furthermore, no monarch is to be treated as a slave! I have the divine right to speak to you as an equal!"

Silence. 

"And I demand you answer me! That you offer terms! I am prepared to negotiate, but not in this place, before these, these, sycophants!" 

Morgoth shifted in his chair slightly. Was that a slight smile across his crude lips? If only she could see him better. Puzzle out what he wanted from her. She held a hand across her eyes to block out the light. 

Morgoth waved a hand. He must do this often, because swiftly and silently the room cleared. Every one of the hundred or so attendants and nobles and onlookers cleared the room, scuttling into antechambers or striding through the front doors as though they suddenly had important business to attend to. And without so much as a bow! She never would have stood for it in her court. 

"I can understand the need for privacy." 

She wasn't sure at first the voice had come from Morgoth, but it must have. They were alone with the massive chamber. It was deep, yes, slightly raspy, but not the tortured growl she had expected from the Demon-Prince.

"But I do not recognize your terms."

"The treaty is quite clear!" She wailed, trying to ignore the echo of the place that made her feel so small. "Nobles captured on the field of battle must be -"

"I know what it says!" He gave into stereotype, growling over her tiny voice. "I was there when it was created! But I have not defeated your army on the field of battle. I have extinguished it. I have stormed your keeps, taken your cities, and added your former kingdom to mine. That treaty was to help nations recover from periodic wars, to ensure each side was afforded certain...courtesies. But there is no other side any longer. Only mine. Your kingdom is now a province of the Empire."

As he said this, he stood, and advanced down the steps toward her, punctuating each word with a - by the gods - a stamp of his hooves. He was almost seven feet tall, grey-skinned, broadly-built, and apparently naked. His long black hair hung in a ragged mane about his head. His face was mostly human, but the angular brow ridges and pointed chin made him look carved of stone. Like a gargoyle. His eyes shone, like a cat's, only reflecting red. 

He continued, "In fact there is but one thing of yours left for me to take."

The weight of this fell upon Ra'Shandra's shoulders as though dropped from the heights of a parapet. "You want to me to be your... queen?"

"No."

She blinked. What then? It became all too obvious when he took another step, bringing his pelvis in line with Ra'Shandra's head, the light revealing his proud erection -- covered in sharp bumps, and proudly thrust forward at an angle. 

"Your concubine?" She said.

"I call things as they are. And I call you Slave."

With that he caught her head with a quick swipe of his large hand, and roughly shoved her face down on his cock. She tried to close her lips and fight him, but he was simply too strong. He worked the head between her lips as she shot him a look of pure hate. He pushed again, suddenly and sharply, taking her off guard, forcing it into her mouth. She bit down -- hard -- but it seemed to make no difference. Morgoth's cock felt slightly scaly to the touch, no doubt a defense against just this sort of thing. 

She fought him. Her arms found his hips, and she pushed, scratched, but it was no use. Morgoth fucked her mouth exactly has he pleased, and without any regard for her comfort or safety.

Gagging as he pushed even deeper, she surprised herself when his cock popped into the back of her throat. Screaming uselessly, shame overcoming her, she was thankful that the room was empty, but then something caught her eye. 

She happened to glance to one side, following a glimmer of movement, and saw that an imp had crept back into the room. He wasn't alone, in fact he was probably the last one in! Attendants, near-naked concubines and demonkin, all had reappeared, many of the later were furiously masturbating or taking out their aggressions on the various court slaves. 

But all had their eyes upon her, acting purely on their lust for her shame. 

There was no way the Princess of the last free kingdom was going merely take this, becoming merely a receptacle for the demon's cum! Kicking violently, still howling through the cock down her throat, she was determined to break free. That's when she the mighty organ pulsing - it was already too late. With a howl, Morgoth pushed even deeper, her nose squishing against his rock-hard abdomen. Her eyes went wide as she felt his cock pulse and twitch as though alive, wriggling in her throat like she'd swallowed a live eel. 

She felt the warmth of it first, his cum, pouring down her throat, straight into body, polluting her. With revulsion she realized it was her struggles that had set him off - her struggles just excited him further! And now he was shooting off straight down her throat like some two-silver whore, and in front of this disgusting shadow court. 

She was running out of air when the Demon finally finished cumming. She collapsed to the floor as he released her, coughing up several cups of the vile semen onto the floor. It was black, and seemed to move as though alive itself. The groans of imps and cries of concubines filled the room, as many chose that moment to finish too. 

But at least it was over. Morgoth won the war, raped the Princess, but at least it was all over. 

Massive hands took her by the hips, thumbs almost touching as they spanned her delicate waist. She was hefted in the air before she understood what was happening, and halfway down on Morgoth's cock before she screamed. He held her by the waist, her feet dangling in the air has he fucked her at the foot of his throne. 

She looked down to see the massive organ, as wide as her upper arm, disappear impossibly into her, inch by inch, wriggling around for purchase. It hurt, but not as much as she was expecting. It was almost... good. 

No. It couldn't be. She refused to enjoy it. 

He wasn't even thrusting now -- he violated her purely by moving her body up and down on his cock as easily as someone might use a sex toy. That's what she was now. Cum from the first rape trickled down her chin and onto her perfectly formed breasts as Morgoth used her body. They jiggled up and down, causing the cum dampen the rest of her body as the violation continued unabated. 

The sensations were too much -- fear, shame, disgust, and now pleasure creeping up on her like a killer in the night. Her head fell backwards, limply, like the rest of her limbs. She submitted to him, completely. She told herself that this might make him lose interest, since he seemed to like it when she fought back, but this lie sounded hollow even to herself. 

She could see the whole room now, though upside down. A green, misshapen imp shamelessly fucked the mouth of a too-perfect concubine, who kept turning to watch Ra'Shandra as she furiously rubbed her clitoris, a desperate look in her eyes. His long green fingers almost encircled her entire head, and his dark skin contrasted with the slave's elven ivory. The imp's tongue lolled out as he came, sputtering uncontrollably as he unloaded into the pale whore's mouth. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she too, came, sucking away greedily at the cock in her mouth, desperate for another load. 

Ra'Shandra tried to turn away in disgust, but everywhere she looked it was the same: orgiastic violations in every corner, in every combination, celebrating, exalting her shame. 

She almost forgot about what was happening. Some musk had crept into the room, a metallic smelling incense, and it made her head light. She was reminded when Morgoth again came, lodging himself as deep into her as he could possibly go, howling inhumanly and loud enough to drown out the chorus of moans and screams. To her own horror, Ra'Shandra lost herself in orgasm too as Morgoth's prehensile cock wriggled within her, hungrily seeking every crevice and filling it with his seed. Her thin voice joined his in an infernal harmony. 

Suddenly she was lying on the floor. Morgoth must have dropped her. She hadn't even noticed, lost as she was in the sensations, the sheer unreality of it. 

"Get her cleaned up and brought to my chambers." 

They descended on her then -- the Seven Sacred whores, each a pale impish creature with tiny horns above the eyebrow -- what men might call succubi. Their builds varied, but each of the Seven was a beauty in her own right, from the most voluptuous to the most nubile. Perhaps she might yet salvage some of her broken dignity. 

She felt their hands, and then, their tongues, each several inches long and forked. Three lapped up the cum that had already split on the floor from the first rape. Three more eagerly lapped at her cunt and body and the final, their leader presumably, kissed Ra'Shandra deeply on the lips as she lost consciousness. 



Conquest at Sea



She had lived in New England all her life, when her father's business failed and the family decided to move to California, her heart had cried out at the idea of leaving the culture and society that she had always known. The day that they went down to the harbor and boarded the old ship they had almost had to force her on board. Surprisingly after a day or two at sea, she found that she loved the quiet and the gentle rolling of the waves against the hull. It was a time of calm and rumination and she came to terms with the idea that a new chapter of her young life was about to begin.

She was a lovely young brunette, her figure perfect enough to show even through the restraining clothes of the time with the huge petticoats, the high ruffled collars and the voluminous yards of fabric that a lady of distinction wore for the dual purpose of hiding her figure and enticing those men of imagination that could always see through to the truth of a woman. Her walks on deck were usually closely watched by the sailors, which caught several of them whippings at the hands of the mate who felt that there was no time for such foolishness and secretly desired her for himself. She blushed when a sailor would whistle or the catcalls would echo down from the sails where the hands bustled and climbed like monkeys to keep the ship moving southward ever southward to the Isthmus of Panama where they would transfer to land and then across to the Pacific Ocean to join another ship bound for San Francisco.

The weather was beautiful, it became ever more temperate as they left the North Atlantic and moved south along the coastline of North America, their first port of stop would be in the islands of the Bahamas and then they would continue to Panama for the trek across the Isthmus. She took to wearing less layers of clothing as did her sister and mother and the two other women aboard, the clothing became damp from the sea spray and weighed them down as well as being much too hot for the region. Of course, this only served to enhance her beauty and made it ever more evident that she was a young woman of delicious ripeness. Her ready smile and flashing eyes charmed all on board and the crew began to respect and admire the sweet girl who now stopped and chatted with some of them on her walks on the deck.

The exception was the mate, he became more and more desirous of her and would spend his time dreaming of ways to make her his. He was an uncouth man, large, brutal, with a terrible temper and a hand that was always ready and eager to whip or manhandle the crew. It angered him greatly that the girl had taken a dislike to him early in the voyage and would barely respond to him when he spoke, yet spent hours wandering among the flotsam that manned the sails and deck smiling and laughing as if she were at a lawn party. His eyes followed her incessantly, and his nights were filled with demonic plots of rape and kidnapping.

Somehow, she sensed his lust and kept her distance, when she saw him she would retreat to the family quarters or visit the captain in his cabin to listen to tales of seafaring, wonderful ports of call and pirates. The stories of the pirates were her favorites, she imagined them as romantic swashbucklers who were in all reality displaced lords of the sea who had been outcast by their governments or families and who pillaged and burned ships to protest their treatment at the hands of the various kings who owned the lands they traveled through. The captain was somewhat of a rum hound who never disparaged her ideas of grandeur and adventure regarding the pirates, after all, they brought him the company and attention of a beautiful young girl who would sit enthralled as he told his stories.

They finally reached the islands of the Bahamas and pulled into a bustling seaport. Ships from all over the world were anchored in the bay and there were large boats traveling back and forth to each ship for the purpose of loading and unloading cargo and passengers. The girl and her sister snuck aboard one of the launches headed to shore and quickly melted into the seething crowd on shore.

They wandered from store to store, from booth and stall in the markets, oohing and ahhhing over the silks and beads and jewelry from far and distant lands. They laughed and held their noses as they passed the livestock pens where the beasts were penned before they were shipped to the new lands to the west. They stopped for a quick snack at one of the outdoor booths and sat on bales of cotton traveling from the American south to the cities of Los Angeles and San Francisco where they would be transformed into cloth and then altered into clothing to fill the shops of the new frontier. The girl never felt the two sets of eyes on her. One of her admirers was the mate, he had seen her board the launch and head for shore and had followed her with lust in his heart and a dastardly plan in his mind. He planned to somehow get her alone and take her for his own purposes then leave her stranded as the ship moved on in its journey.

The other set of eyes was a young man, hard looking but with a sardonic grin on his face, as if he knew something that the rest of the world had somehow missed. His green eyes followed the girl, and then noticed the mate lurking nearby. A chuckle broke from his lips and he rose and walked along the shops and stalls in the market, nearing the girl and her sister slowly and coming up behind the mate quietly and with no warning. He carried a sword of intricate design on the hilt and across his back was strapped a large knife, the blade fully 18" long and razor sharp in a doeskin scabbard. As he neared the mate, his eyes made a disturbing transition from sea green to a pale sky blue, his brow knitted with concentration and his step became as silent as a jaguar in the jungles of the lands directly to the west.

The mate was caught completely by surprise when the young man pulled a belaying pin from his belt, cracked it on the back of his skull and dragged him into an alleyway between buildings. Two dark, dangerous looking seamen appeared almost immediately and bound the mate, tied a canvas sheet over his head and dragged him away towards the seaport.

The young man continued his approach to the young lady and her sister, as he passed one stall he stopped and grabbed a coconut from a pile of them, poked two holes in the shell and walked to the girls with a charming smile on his face and a glint in his eye. "After eating that spicy food these islanders prepare, I've found that a drink of fresh coconut milk soothes the fever on your tongue and slakes the thirst", he said.

The blush that came over her face was sudden and delightful to the young man. His eyes met hers as he absently handed the coconut to her younger sister and they locked in on the green orbs filled with hidden fire that stabbed through to his very soul. After an awkward moment filled with meaning, he turned his gaze to her younger sister and said, "I hope you enjoy the coconut milk, it's not a treat that ladies from your part of the world often get to sample."

The younger girl giggled and smiled and drank from the coconut, declaring "but it's so sweet, I would never have guessed!" She clapped her hands excitedly as she passed the coconut to her older sister who lifted the nut to her lips. 

As the older girl drank from the coconut it overran her lips and a trickle ran down the side of her face to dribble on her blouse. Her eyes fluttered, and cast downward when the young man laughed and said, "If you're going to spill it, I'll be happy to help you clean it up."

She gasped at his forwardness and blushed again; her eyes remaining down turned and didn't see the look on his face as he watched her reaction. Any man watching would have recognized the look, he wanted her, he planned to have her, and from the way he watched her he was willing to do whatever it took to make her his. His face was set in hard lines, belying his age. This man had done and seen things that men twice his age had never dreamt of and his commanding mien reflected the power that he held and was used to.

Soon enough, the girl looked back up and grabbed her sister's hand. "Its time for us to return to the ship sister," she said, "we'll be pulling up anchor soon and heading for Panama."

The young man took this information in without a movement or acknowledgement that she had given away her destination. "Let me order you ladies a carriage to carry you back to the docks, this really isn't the kind of place you should be wandering around unchaperoned," he said.

Before they could protest, he raised his hand and gestured. A carriage pulled by a large black stallion pulled from under a copse of trees and quickly came at his signal. The girls were loaded onto the carriage and after a brief word with the native driving the carriage, the young man stepped back and waved to them. "May your journey be safe and happy ladies, and if we should run across each other please remember me fondly."

With a smile and a quick turn the young man disappeared into the shadows between buildings as the carriage made its way back to the dock where the girls would board the launch to return to their ship. The driver of the carriage noted carefully which launch the girls boarded and watched them return to the ship, writing down the name.

In a brief time, the ship pulled anchor, even though for some reason the mate had disappeared and pulled into the waning sunlight on its journey south and west to the Isthmus of Panama. A new mate was appointed and the girl and her sister twittered and laughed about the charming young man on shore, how attractive and strong he was and how nice and pleasant he had been.

As the sun fell into the western ocean, no one noticed the double masted schooner with the dark sails slip into their wake in the distance and follow them as a shadow through the night.

The next day found the ship far from land, in calm waters with little wind moving slowly across the Caribbean. The captain was once again drunk, the new mate was a deck officer who had been promoted and hadn't yet learned how to get the most out of his crew, and there was generally a lackadaisical air about the ship. The lookouts in the crows' nest must have dozed off or be just enjoying the bright sun and pleasant calm, so no one noticed when the schooner behind them suddenly approached to within a mile.

The helmsman had turned briefly to see what the following weather looked like; the schooner had come clearly into view and was approaching at an alarming rate. The merchant ship being heavily laden, old, and not built for speed was at a total disadvantage especially considering the way the schooner was stealing the little wind that was available. By the time the helmsman had given the alarm the Jolly Roger on the stern of the schooner was clearly visible. Hearts raced and men scampered about the merchant vessel trying to grab just a little more wind as they changed course toward the distant shore. Perhaps if they could get into a sheltered cove they would be able to hold off the pirates, though they were certainly overmatched in weapons and skilled fighters.

The captain was finally roused and came on deck, he lifted the spyglass to his eye and immediately turned a pale white, uttered the word "Questor," whereupon he fell dead on the deck from a heart attack. 

The mate in hearing the word turned to the deck and yelled to the crew to prepare for boarding, get the passengers into their cabins, and "may God have mercy on our souls!"

Within minutes, the black schooner was alongside the merchant ship, cannons poised on deck, a crew of remarkably degenerate appearing sailors at the starboard side armed to the teeth and shouting vulgarities the likes of which most people had never heard

In the cabin, the girl and her sister were hidden in a wardrobe, their arms around each other while their mother and father fretted in the cabin, peering out the small porthole but unable to see anything but the black hull of the schooner as it came alongside. Without even a cannon shot, the crew from the schooner boarded like wild men onto the deck of the merchant ship and disarmed the crew who really had no desire to be slain and thrown overboard.

The crew of the merchant ship was gathered up and placed under guard and the looting and searching of the ship began. The passengers were also pulled up onto deck and held separately from the crew, there was always a possibility of ransom for them. The girl's parents joined the others, but kept silent about the location of the girls.

Just when it appeared that the pirates had found the goods they wished to remove and were preparing to depart, a single figure swung over to the deck from the schooner. Dressed in black, a cutlass at his side and a large knife on his back in a sheathe, he looked like a young lord compared to the brigands who manned the pirates ship. As he walked across the deck, the pirates cheered and whistled and deferred to his passage until he stood before the passengers and looked them over with a set of eyes gone a stark mad blue. "Where is the girl?" he said quietly and with more than a hint of menace in his voice.

One of the passengers, perhaps more foolhardy or braver than the others replied, "and who would be asking young man?"

The pirate's gaze turned ferociously on him, "I am called Captain Questor, the Lord and Scourge of the Caribbean. I ask one more time, where is the girl?" 

The man backed up quickly and looked down at the deck, murmuring apologies under his breath and assuring the Questor that he had no knowledge of the girls' whereabouts, but rapidly pointed to their mother and father and stated, "those are her parents Captain, perhaps they will tell you."

The pirate turned and put the full force of his stare on the father, "Sir, I mean no disrespect, but I must know where the girl is. If my crew has to find her, I'm afraid that her treatment will be savage and quick."

The girls' mother started crying then, and the Questor turned to her, reaching out he lifted her chin and said, "now, now, Missus, I promise to treat the girl as if she were my very own ... please stop your sobbing and help me keep her as safe as possible." At the same time as he spoke these words, strange, forbidden thoughts of what he would actually do once he had the girl in his possession flashed through his mind, and his already eerie blue eyes became even more strange and beckoning.

As one, the father and mother threw themselves on the mercy of the pirate and pleaded for the girls' safe treatment, then told the Questor of the hidden compartment in the wardrobe where the girls had huddled.

With that, the Questor laughed a great roar of pleasure and grabbing the mother thrust her to his crew. "Alright me hearties, enjoy her pleasures, but do not harm her as she will be held for ransom and must be presentable when she is redeemed."

The father cursed and wept as his wife was torn from him, then made a mistake, which almost cost him his life. He lunged at the Questor, enraged, face beet red and grabbed the pirate by the throat. The Questor's hand leaped to the hilt of his sword, drew it and then instead of gutting the man, crowned the father with the ornate hilt driving him to his knees and then into unconsciousness. As he turned to the cabin he stated to his men, "keep the women passengers, if any of the males give you problems throw them to the sharks, otherwise place them with the crew so they can carry the message back to their homes that the Questor is holding their women for ransom."

The Questor did not hear the weeping and cursing behind him as his men separated the passengers, nor did he notice the two splashes, which followed his departure. His mind was set on one thing; he must look into the girl's eyes again and claim her for his own.

The girls were listening for any sound in the cabin outside, while the old ship was not the fastest or staunchest ship on the seas, it had been built well and so they had no knowledge of what had happened on deck. As the Questor entered the cabin, his eyes seeking the wardrobe and a smile transforming his face into that of a handsome, dashing young lord, the girls thinking their father had returned pushed the door open.

The younger girl looked at the pirate and giggled, she remembered the coconut and the pleasant mannerisms of the man on shore. The older sister was more wary and tried to hold her back... The younger girl dashed out of the wardrobe and looked around for her mother and father, not spying them she turned to the pirate and asked him, "Do you know where my parents have gone kind Sir?"

The Questor merely smiled and tilted his head toward the deck; his eyes were intent on the green-eyed beauty still lurking in the shadow of the wardrobe. As the young girl sprinted through the passageway to the deck he approached the object of his affection.

She saw the look in his eye, even though she was young and inexperienced, there was no mistaking that look. She felt like a mouse being watched by a feral cat. His disturbing blue eyes pinned her to the floor and her breathing became ragged and fast.

When he stepped forward and grabbed her hand she lashed out with the other and cracked him across the face with a ringing slap. "Take your hands off of me Sir," she spat.

His response was to slap her back. With her ears ringing and her eyes tearing the man then grabbed her hair and pulled her to him. His eyes bored directly into hers for the briefest of moments, and then his lips pressed against hers in a long and hungry kiss.

She swooned.

He lifted her into his arms and carried her up onto the deck. His eyes swept the deck; he noticed that as usual his men had acted with precision and discipline. He was not a Captain who allowed his men to act in a manner, which would bring dishonor or hatred to his name. While he was a pirate, a brigand, a thief, and a kidnapper, he believed that discipline and control were more effective than brute power and careless destruction. He was not however above killing or punishing anyone foolish enough to tread on his toes. Many men had discovered that the young pirate while pleasant enough one second was a deadly as a jungle cat and as quick to respond to a slight.

"Good job men!" he called to them as he came into their sight. They had already moved the crew of the merchant ship and the male passengers into the holds where they would remain until they could break out of the locks his men had placed to hold them. The women passengers were being loaded onto his ship, shackled and chained together where they were taken to a common room in which they would be held until he decided which would be ransomed and which would be given to his crew for their pleasure.

He carried the girl to the side of the ship and then up onto a board they had put across the space between, he lifted her to his shoulder and like a dancer moved across the open space quickly and gracefully. On the deck of his ship he looked to his mate, "take this wench to my cabin, chain her and leave her on the deck, I will deal with her later."

The pirate ship pulled away from the merchant vessel and quickly disappeared into the distance, the girl's father one of the first to break free of the hold raced to the deck and looked fore and aft but there was no sign of the Questor's ship. The mate came on deck and looked at the haunted man, then ordered the crew to set sail for the closest port of call. It would take them two days after which they would find out how to either track the pirate or arrange for payment of the ransoms.

A couple of hours passed, the girl remained shackled and laying on the floor of the Captain's cabin. The pirate had gone to the common room, talked with the ladies there and divided them into two groups. One group was to be given to his crew for their amusement, with the strict orders not to be harmed or scarred in any manner. The others were women of substance; their families would be able to pay a ransom. If they didn't then they would be sold at auction on one of the pirate islands and used for scullery maids or whores.




Conquest at Sea



The girl's mother and sister, against the protest of several of his men were in the second group. He had plans and they didn't include giving the girl reasons to resist him more than she had already. She obviously was an innocent, and though full of energy and sass had never lain with a man, never mind be used the way the Questor planned on using her. He took the mother and sister and put them in a small cabin close by his where they would be available as trump cards if he needed to use them.

Finally he entered his cabin; he glanced down at the girl who stared at him with a rage that made her eyes fill with fire. He grinned at her with an almost boyish grin and then ignored her as he hung up his coat and removed his sword and knife and placed them on the table by the large window on the aft of the ship. Above them could be heard the boots on deck of the sailors as they moved to and fro from the helm to the sails and tied down any loose cargo that had not been stored in the holds.

When he turned back to the girl after several minutes he was again struck by her beauty. Her rage had brightened her eyes and face, and the small tears that ran down her face in no way diminished her appeal. In fact for the pirate, the tears were like sparkling diamonds and something he expected to see much more of.

The young Questor as previously stated was not the typical young man. His father had been a dignitary and island governor in Barbados. His wild partying and womanizing habits had put him in disfavor with his family and they had been shipping him back to England. On the second day of the return to England the ship he had been on had been sunk by pirates after a long and vicious battle. He had floated on a piece of wood for 3 days when he was spotted by another pirate frigate passing by and hauled aboard. His charms and sophisticated manner was laughed at by the scurvy pirates that he had been put amongst, but the mate had been a lieutenant in the Royal Navy before joining the ranks of the outcasts, and took pity on the boy. He was to become a cabin boy, and one of the most trusted men on the ship with secrets and plans. The captain had also looked forward to the company of the young man and frequently called on him to serve the officers' dinners. As the years flew by and the boy became a man he was hardened to the life of a pirate, he saw much too much and the ports of call where the ship would stay were dens of evil and debauchery. He developed an appetite for rough sex and dominance that was spectacular. This was the man that looked at the girl lying on his cabin deck.

"Release me Sir," she cried out upon noticing his attention on her. She squirmed and twisted but was unable to right herself and remained on her side with her arms shackled behind her and her ankles tightly chained together.

He watched with an amused gleam in his eye. "And, if I do release you girl, what will you do then?"

"I shall find my mother and father, and my sweet sister and we shall depart your vile company Sir!" she spat at him.

He reached down and yanked her to her feet by her hair, then led her to the window overlooking the endless expanse of sea. "And are you that good a swimmer then girl?" he chuckled.

"If that is the only way to leave your presence Sir, I will swim back to Boston!" she cried out in frustration.

His eyes became a darker shade of blue, and anger wrote itself across his brow. "If you are that eager to leave, then perhaps I should help you girl," he growled. At this, he dragged her down the passageway, up to the deck and took her to the starboard side of the ship. He looked around and spotting one of the deckhands he said, "you there man, grab a line and tie it tight to the bulwark."

The girl watched him with fear in her eyes, the men starting to gather around in anticipation of one of the Captain's "lessons", as he liked to call them. He grabbed the other end of the line and tied it around her bodice and under her arms, then slipped the rope between her legs like a harness and back up to secure it between her shoulder blades.

The next thing the girl knew, she was falling from the side of the ship and screamed as she entered the warm water of the Caribbean. The pirate let out line until she was trailing behind the ship as it rolled through the calm waters and the harness miraculously kept her head above water. Her arms still shackled behind her and her ankles still chained she would have sunk straight to the bottom if she had any slack or the ship slowed down.

How long she was dragged behind the ship, gulping water and screaming until her throat was raw she never knew. All she knew was that when the rope was pulled in and the hands pulled her back up on deck she was both grateful and for some strange reason aroused by the power this man had exhibited over her. Little did she know that her "lessons" had just begun.

She was pulled spluttering and drenched from the sea, rough hands coursed over her body as the crew passed her to the next sailor and then the next till she was deposited unceremoniously at the feet of the Captain.

He looked down at her, her clothes clinging to her form like silk to a dancer. A grim look crossed his face and he leaned down close to her. "Still thinking about swimming to shore, girl?"

He then turned his back on her and told two of his crew to take the girl to the room where her mother and sister were being kept. As the men hustled her off the deck he watched from the corner of his eye, pretending that he wasn't aware of her, that her form didn't fill him with lust that the look in her eyes was one that he wanted strictly for himself. He joined his men in preparing the ship for sailing to a nearby pirate port to sell the cargo they had seized and to arrange for sales of the women who would not be ransomed to the local brothel.

His thoughts kept returning to the girl, all day as he worked and gave orders, walking among his men, accepting their loyalty and admiration. He became irritable and tense, something unusual for him and his crew remarked upon it in the privacy of their own discussions. It was obvious to them that the beautiful girl had cast a spell on their captain, and that jaded though he was his feelings were affecting the way he ran the ship. In fact it became so obvious that one of the crewmembers, a little tipsy on grog mentioned it within his hearing. The young pirate's eyes turned on the man, changing again from sea green to the deep dark blue that signaled intense emotion. Without a word, he nodded to his mate. The drunken crew member (a crime worth death on this ship anyway) was tied to the mast and the crew was assembled. At the last moment, the captain turned to his cabin boy, "bring the girl and her mother and sister. They should see this."

The girl and her family were led to the deck, bound together with shackles and chains they were pulled into a position where they could clearly see what was happening.

The mate walked over to the man bound to the mast, pulling his head back and sneering into his face. "The captain has ordered 10; if you are still standing at the end of 10 you will be spared. If you fall, you will be cast to the sea. Are you ready man?"

The man on the mast nodded his head yes, he had become sober immediately on being tied to the mast. His eyes were haunted but he bit his lip and waited for the first blow.

The mate uncoiled the snake. He stepped back and snapped his wrist leaving the long black whip stretched out behind him. When his arm moved forward it was nothing but a blur, the first bite of the whip crossing the man's back from his shoulder to the curl of his waist. Fabric exploded underneath the heavy leather and blood welled to the surface where the welt remained red and angry on his flesh. The ensuing blows tore the cloth from his back, bit into the flesh and left weals that would not soon heal, if ever.

The girl's mother and sister hid their eyes at the second blow, their heads downcast and their bodies trembling. The girl on the other hand lifted her head and watched carefully. She would not show fear, this girl was a stubborn one and she knew that to show weakness was not to her advantage. She found herself anticipating the blows, the sound of the whip biting echoing in her head in a strange erotic symphony. She discovered that she was thinking about what it might be like to have that happen to her, and was shocked to discover that the fabric over her nipples was irritating them due to a swelling and sensitivity that she had never before felt.

The man was cut from the mast and managed to stagger to his station on deck. The captain watched for a moment, then signaled to his mate to have the man taken below decks and treated. He had shown great courage and strength, two things that the captain admired.

The women were returned to their cabin and the captain moved on to the hold where the women who were to be sold were being kept. He notified them of their fate; surprisingly only 2 of them were upset by the news. In fact, he could have sworn he saw a smile on the face of the other 6 or so of them. The two who were upset were led to another room to be used by his men for their entertainment and to prepare them for the life they would soon be leading. The men who were off shift lined up with smiles on their faces, they'd be happy to help educate the women.

The captain then ordered the cook to prepare a meal for him and the girls and their mother and have it served to his cabin. He ordered the cabin boy to find their clothing and have presentable clothing provided for them. Then he retreated to his cabin, dressing in his finest dinnerware, typically all black but silken shirt, tight breeches, knee high black doeskin boots and fine linen coat which accentuated his wide shoulders and trim waist. A final touch was to pull his long hair back from his face and secure it with a chain made with black pearls surrounded by platinum.

The women were led into his cabin bound together and under heavy guard. The Questor looked at them and said, "I hope that we can enjoy our meal without any unpleasantness, do you think that's possible?"

The girl remained quiet and stared at the captain with a curious gleam in her eye. Her mother on the other hand, remembering her manners and not wanting to be exposed to another punishment like the one she had witnessed earlier replied for them all, "yes Sir, we will be happy to enjoy civilized company and to break bread at your table. Would it be possible to have our shackles removed during the meal?"

The captain smiled, a brilliant affair, which sweetened his face in the candlelight. One could almost imagine a fine young lord entertaining in his villa by the pleasant demeanor he exhibited. He waved to his men to remove the bindings and to remain outside while they ate.

Dinner was quiet, the food was excellent, but the air was full of tension. The girl and the pirate spent most of their time glancing at each other from the sides of their eyes. The mother and the sister ate heartily, watching the two antagonists, realizing that much depended on the way the two responded to each other. There was finally a break in the meal, coffee was being prepared and the main course had been cleared off the table, the pirate turned to the mother and with a sweet smile said, "so Mrs., tell me of your home, your family, the trip you are embarked upon and most interestingly tell me of your daughter. You must realize that I am planning on keeping her, and I am not used to being denied."

The mother blanched, she wasn't sure exactly what to say and was fearful for her daughters. It was the younger sister who finally spoke up, "Sir, we are from Boston, my father is a merchant by trade but his business recently failed so we are going to California to try to start again. I am a young girl of only 14 but my sister turned 20 last month and has yet to be married or betrothed. I'd like to ask you one question Sir if you don't mind?"

The captain smiled at the brash young girl, as stated before he admired courage, and replied, "what is it you wish to know girl?"

"Well Sir, when you say that you plan to keep my sister, do you mean to marry her?" the precocious young girl asked.

The captain burst into laughter, his face turning red in his glee, almost choking from the laughter he took a sip of wine and when he had gathered himself replied, "no girl, I do not plan to marry her, I plan to make her my wench, my slave girl as it were, to use as I see fit, in any manner I choose. She will be my toy, and will remain under my protection as long as she obeys and serves to my liking. If the time comes that she cannot fulfill those duties, I will sell her like the women in the hold as a common street harlot. Does that satisfy your curiosity girl?"

The mother burst into tears, "my poor girl, my darling daughter, oh what have we delivered you to, he's a monster a beast not fit for a treasure such as you!" she wailed.

The girl comforted her mother, "mother, I'm not afraid of him. He's naught but a pirate and will never have me. I'm stronger than that and he'll have to kill me before I'll let him take me."

The pirated chuckled, "aye girl, there may be times when you beg for death before I'm through with you, but its more likely that you'll beg for me."

The coffee was brought in and the captain drank a cup, glaring at the three women as they huddled together and whispered. Finally he signaled to his cabin boy to have the mother and younger sister returned to their quarters. The girl of his interest was to remain in his room but shackled and bound plus chained to the leg of his bed. The other two women were led out, and he began to prepare himself for sleep. He glanced at the girl, tied and chained on the floor by his bed and turned to face her as he stripped from his clothing. His blouse came off first, his chest and shoulders full and strong, his arms long and powerful. He sat on the edge of the bunk and removed the boots, then stood and let the trousers drop to his ankles. Underneath he was naked, and the girl ... never having seen a grown man in such a state was shocked, yet aroused. She glanced at the man, his waist was small, his legs strong and finely developed and his .. at this she blushed ... his penis was bigger than she had suspected, and seemed to be hardening even as she watched.

He looked down at her, a sardonic grin plastered on his face as he held his stiffening cock, pumping it a few times until the fluid oozed slowly from the slit at the top of the head and shone in the lamplight.

She found her mouth going dry, and a sudden need to squish her thighs tight together. Her body seemed to twist and her eyes were glued to his manhood. The blush that swept over her engulfed her entire body from her nose to her toes. She was embarrassed, excited, and her body was feeling strange passions which caused her to tremble, she noticed that her private parts were suddenly damp and sensitive. She let out a long moan as he stood above her, fisting his cock in her vision then caught her breath as he rolled into his bunk lying on his back.

She couldn't see him from where she was but she heard his breathing and a rhythmic sound to the bunk that suggested he was moving to some beat. A few minutes later, she heard him groan loudly then a rag dropped onto the floor near her. Soon afterwards, he dropped off to sleep with a gentle snore and she finally relaxed enough to follow him into dreamland.

The next morning found the girl stiff and cold from lying on the deck. The captain leaped out of bed with a cheery smile and threw open the portholes to let the fresh sea air in. Turning back to the girl he chuckled and said, "beautiful day to be at sea isn't it?"

She looked at him like he was crazy. Finally getting her nerve together, she replied, "no, it's not a beautiful day, I'm bound and tied like a beast at the foot of your bed. I am not happy at all about this treatment, have you no experience in how to treat a lady?"

He looked at her with amusement, "a lady? You want to be treated like a lady? Think about it girl, think carefully, would you rather be treated like a lady or a woman."

"You act as if there is a difference Sir, I don't see the distinction."

He smiled, "would you like to see the difference girl? Would that make your decision easier?"

When she replied that she would, he placed a collar around her neck with a leash and led her down the passageway. She was intensely aware of the collar and leash, and grumbled something to herself about not being a dog. First they entered the quarters where her sister and mother were being kept. The captain took off his hat, bowed and bade the two ladies good morning. He asked them if they had breakfast yet and if there was anything they needed. He then informed them that they would be ransomed when they reached port and that the husband and father of them would be given the opportunity to have them returned to his company.

The two women watched the girl curiously with the collar and leash attached as well as her arms being manacled behind her. She held her head high and did not blanch as the pirate pulled her close against him and caressed her hip, but her eyes filled with tears at being treated so in front of her mother.

Soon enough, the pirate yanked the leash and led her out of the room. "Now you will see how a woman is treated girl."

He dragged her up onto deck and then into the quarters where the women who would be sold as whores were being kept. One of the women was bent over a table while an off duty crewmember violated her repeatedly. His large hands held her face down while his hips drove his cock in and out of her yawning cunt. The girl blushed fiery red and then gasped when she realized that the sounds coming from the woman were not a plea for help. She was screaming, "MORE, HARDER, FUCK ME YOU BASTARD, IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE. COME ON LAD, FUCK ME!!!"

The girl swallowed hard, the collar on her throat suddenly very tight. She found she couldn't look away as the woman stared back over her shoulder at the seaman and cursed and railed at him as he pumped furiously into her. From the vantage point the girl had she could see the matted hair on their pubic areas and the flying fluids as they slammed into each other then separated. She was fascinated by the way the man's cock disappeared as if being swallowed into the woman's body and the color of the head, the firmness of the shaft and the sounds of the two rutting.

The Questor watched the girl, noticing the way her nipples hardened, the way her tongue absently ran across her lips over and over again, the way her eyes were fixed and intent on the scene before her.

The girl never noticed the Questor moving behind her, his hand caressing her hip and then slipping across the roundness of one of her buttocks. The first warning she had was the low and unnatural growl that escaped his throat as he leaned close to her ear and pressed his groin against her ass. Her first reaction was to push back against the hardness she felt, her second reaction was to screech in disgust and try to move away.

He held her tightly by this time, his hand freely roaming her ass, her hips and sliding around to her belly. The moans she was exuding were music to his ears, the trembling of her body where he pressed against her drove him mad, and the cry that escaped her lips when the two protagonists on the table finally exploded in ecstasy putting a grim smile on his handsome visage. She would be his soon, it was inevitable.

Shaking and dazed, he dragged her from the room and back to his cabin where she was again shackled and left to lay on the floor chained to his bed. He left the cabin and went back up on deck to check on their progress and to let the events of the morning fester in her memory. Soon he would pull a trump out of his hat and totally capture the girl's emotions and leave her reeling.




Conquest at Sea



He walked to the brig on the ship, stopping to chat with several of the hands on deck. His mate followed closely, a handsome devil himself with a full head of golden red hair and a well-trimmed beard, the mate was nevertheless a man with little sense of humor or patience. The men under his command feared his temper and made sure to perform at their absolute best when he was around. Strangely enough, he was also admired by them and well liked. Raj, as he was known was a soldier who had appeared from out of the Far East one day. He told wonderful stories of the great mountains there when he was drinking and of a war that almost consumed the world. When he had had much too much to drink, he talked about flying the winds above the mountains, that was usually the point where the men would be quiet and let him talk, for to interrupt him in that mood could be fatal. He had a strange limp and more than one man had commented he walked as if he had a metal leg.

When they arrived at the brig, the mate stood guard at the door and the captain entered alone. He could be heard talking with someone who was locked in there and gruff voices filled the air. The captain strode out a few minutes later and nodded to the mate. He then retreated to the helm and watched the deck from behind the wheel.

Soon the door to the brig opened and a figure slunk out onto the deck. If you had been on the merchant ship you would have recognized him immediately. It was the mate with the lust for the girl. He glanced up at the helm, then moved quickly to the passageway leading to the captain's cabin. He disappeared into the shadow of the hall and moved stealthily towards the room where the girl was bound and chained.

The girl, unsuspecting was alarmed and frightened when the door burst open slamming against the bulkhead. The shape in the hall looked vaguely familiar and when he entered the room she screamed in horror. The mate had been beaten and tattooed on his face but still she recognized the beast that had tailed her. He stood for a second savoring his good fortune and then moved in a swagger towards her. "So you thought you'd been rid of me did you? You thought you were safe from the mate, that I had disappeared and you had nothing to fear from me? Well, lassie, I've got you now and I'm going to use you like a common street harlot."

The man bent over her and tore her clothing loose from her body. Her naked young body contorted and drew in upon itself while the mate slobbered and cursed over her. His hands started to stretch her body out and he fell beside her putting his knee between her legs and starting to pry them apart. His filthy hands and rancid mouth roamed her breasts, pinching and nipping at her and just when it looked as if he would force her legs open for the deed, he lurched up straight as if lifted by a great force.

The girl was screaming and her eyes had closed in preparation for the inevitable, when his weight was removed she opened them and stared at the spectacle before her.

The Questor was behind the mate, his Bowie was buried in the man's spine and he was literally lifting him off the ground with the strength of his one arm while the other curled around his throat. Blood sprayed from the mate all over the cabin, the girl screamed and the captain let loose a roar as he slit the man open from behind. He threw the dead man to the side and dropped to his knees beside the girl. His eyes watched her and when her madness began to subside he gathered her in his arms and cradling her soothed her with soft words and tender caresses.

She found herself trembling in his arms, protected by his strength, grateful that he had stopped the monster and attracted like never before to this man who had now saved her life. She was totally unaware of course that he had let the man loose, told him where to find her and set this whole scene up simply to gain her trust.

She realized that she was naked in this man's arms at about the same time it became evident that he was very aware of her nakedness. She pushed her hands against his chest and whimpered, "no, no, Sir don't do this."

He growled under his breath, a low deep growl from his chest and squeezed her closer, then reluctantly released her slowly. As she slunk to the floor shaking from the adrenaline and the feeling of his body pressed against hers, he turned to his bunk and swept a fur off it to cover her with. He lifted her to the bunk and stormed out of the cabin, on the way he told the mate to release her bonds and to bring her mother and sister to her, whereupon he returned to the helm and stared angrily out to sea.

The mate Raj released the girl's shackles and then went to fetch her sister and mother. When the mother opened the door he was struck with her beauty, he could see where the girl had received it. She in turn was taken by the tall red-haired man with the yellow tinge to his eyes and a slight limp, and thought to herself that he was rather a pleasant man for a pirate. It wasn't until he turned to lead them down the passageway that she noticed the whip hanging from his belt and remembered the man tied to the mast. She watched him more warily now, but still found herself admiring his broad shoulders and regal mien as he led them to the captain's quarters.

The girl was lying on the cot, covered in furs, still trembling when her mother and sister entered the room. She broke into tears and leaped from the bunk forgetting that she was naked under the blanket. Her mother spying her condition gasped and raised her hand to her chest. Had her girl been hurt? Had the vile pirate taken advantage of her? Was she deflowered? All these questions and more raced through her mind and out of her mouth.

The sister watched curiously, and then skipped around the room looking at things on the desk, fingering a small whip looking device hanging on the wall, running her fingers over phallic toys made of everything from wood to gold and generally giggling like a fool.

The mother and elder daughter held each other closely and whispered in each other's ears. The girl telling the story of the ferocious captain who had saved her from that brigand mate who had been on the freighter, and the mother blushing and telling the girl of the mate, his wide shoulders and pleasant personality. If you had been listening in, you would have sensed the attraction these women felt for the pirates even against their better natures.

Raj returned to the cabin with some clothing for the girl, she had never seen clothes like this. They were made of the finest silks but were somewhat diaphanous and figure enhancing. As she dressed silently in the clothes supplied she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She stopped dead, "oh my god, was that me?" she thought. The girl in the mirror was beautiful, long raven hair that swept over her shoulders, green flashing eyes set in an oval face with a natural olive complexion, her body full and womanly with firm rounded hips, an ass that jutted naturally and proud erect breasts tipped with eraser sized nipples that protruded through the fabric in a brazen display. She was naturally a shy girl, but for some reason she felt alive and bright in this shell.

Her mother also watched, her breath taken away as her daughter turned to her and smiled. "Ravishing," she thought to herself, some man would be fortunate indeed to take for his wife. Then she remembered where they were, and the intentions of the captain. She prayed that the man would be kind to her girl, that he would treat her like the precious treasure she was, but she had a feeling that his intentions were crueler than that.

Soon, Raj returned and took the mother and sister back to their quarters, he chained the girl's ankle to the bunk as per the captain's instructions and smiled as he followed the other two out of the room. The girl noticed that he was walking very close to her mother and blushed when she saw his hand slowly trail up her leg to her buttocks where he grasped her tightly and caressed the full bottom. Her mother seemed to push back into his hand and threw a welcoming smile over her shoulder at the tall handsome mate, and then the door was shut. The girl couldn't believe her ears when her mother giggled like a schoolgirl and the sound echoed down the passageway.

Time passes slowly when you are tied to a bunk in a ship at sea. The gentle roll of the waves, the retreat of the adrenalin rush, the feeling of calm that came over her, and the memory of the handsome captain saving her from that beast all overwhelmed her at once and she drifted off to sleep. She awoke as the sun was setting, the shadows long and dark in the cabin since they were sailing directly into the setting sun. She heard a cough and turned her head sleepily. He was sitting in a large chair by the window watching her, his hands templed in front of him, his eyes a raving blue and his brow knitted with concentration.

He spoke, "girl, do you know what I have in mind for you?"

"Well Sir, you mentioned something at dinner the other evening, but I am not sure if you were teasing or serious. I believe that you are an honorable man, and would not take advantage of an innocent girl without her consent." She spoke the words only half believing them to be true. She did indeed believe he was an honorable man, but his definition was certainly not the same as hers, as far as taking advantage of an innocent girl, she could only pray that her words did not fall on deaf ears.

He stared blankly at her, his eyes never moving yet somehow absorbing every nuance of her body and her carriage. He said nothing for a long time, and when she began to become extremely anxious he rose and walked to her. He put the collar on her neck again, attached the leash and released her ankle from the shackle. "Its time for dinner let us join your mother and sister."

They made the short trip down the passageway, he tugging on the leash, she holding back somewhat irritated that he had her on a leash like an animal. They stopped outside the door to the quarters where her mother and sister were being kept and the captain swung the door open even as he pulled the girl to his arms and in front of him.

The girl couldn't believe her eyes. Her mother was naked, on her knees in front of the mate Raj, her mouth pleasuring his large cock. The moans coming from her mouth and the pleasure on her face were apparent. Raj had his hands in her hair and was pumping her head back and forth even as she sucked and kissed his tool with great delight. He grunted with each thrust and held her face tight to his groin until she squirmed from lack of air then allowed her to back off. At that moment she looked over and saw her daughter standing in the doorway with the captain behind her. Her face reddened and she tried to pull away but Raj was having none of that, a grin split his face that was echoed by the captain and he continued to slam his cock into the woman's face. Her eyes rolled and she surrendered to his passion, until he exploded with a groan into her mouth, the spunk dripping from the corner of her mouth and her lips and tongue racing across the head of his cock with great gusto.

The captain roared with laughter, and reached around the girl to tweak her nipple cruelly. "It appears your mother has already eaten girl."

The girl was shocked at her response, her loins were soaked from the vision she had seen, her nipple was hard and responsive under his fingers and she pushed her ass back to grind against the hard protuberance in his pants. She stammered and choked and finally turned her face away from her mother in embarrassment.

The captain observed every nuance of the girl's reaction. He could smell the musk of her as the excitement built in her body. Goosebumps raised on her arms where he held her, and her ass was warm and inviting where it still lingered against his hardened manhood. He felt the girl resist the sensations sweeping over her and then as they became overpowering accept them. He continued to manipulate her nipple until she moaned, not noticing that her hips were gyrating in a suggestive fashion. Her head lolled back and rested against his strong chest and she moaned gently.

The captain let go of her nipple; he pushed her to the side and looked at the mate and the girl's mother. "Get dressed you two its time for dinner, and Raj go man the helm, your services are required on deck. The mother crawled away in embarrassment and Raj, smiling broadly buttoned his trousers and departed up to the deck.

The captain pulled the girl back into the hall, pushing her against the bulkhead and staring into her eyes without speaking. Her eyes looked boldly into his, then dropped as her lashes covered them and she looked downcast at the deck. At that moment her sister was led down the passageway to their company, apparently she had been on deck with the cabin boy watching over her while the mother was servicing the mate. She literally skipped down the hall at the sight of her sister and exclaimed, "Sister, you look so beautiful in those clothes, I don't think I've ever seen anyone lovelier!"

The door to the mother's quarters opened and the sheepish looking woman came out to join them, whereupon they retreated to the captain's quarters where dinner had been placed on the table. It was a fine meal, but strangely enough only the captain and the younger girl had an appetite. They laughed and chatted about her visit to the deck and the joy she exhibited at the sights they had seen. There had been dolphin, and islands in the distance, and once she thought she had spotted another sail but they had changed course quickly when she mentioned it.

Dinner was finished and the mate came and fetched the younger sister and the mother. Once again, the girl watched as the mate familiarly caressed her mother's buttocks on the way out the door. She also noticed lightness in her mother's step that she had not seen in years. Her sister, completely oblivious skipped off to the room they were being kept in and then the Questor shut the door and stood between it and the girl.

He looked her up and down for what seemed an interminable time. She felt uncomfortable under his gaze and finally squirmed and looked down to the deck. When she looked up again, he had moved across the cabin, silently and quickly and stood in front of her. His hand reached out and lifted her chin, gazing into her eyes. She watched as they changed, a totally odd experience, from a sea green to the deepest blue. Finally he spoke, "its time girl, disrobe." With that he turned his back and began disrobing himself. His jacket was placed on a hangar and the silk shirt he wore was thrown casually across a chair, he turned and sat in a chair to remove his boots when he noticed that she had not moved.

"WHAT IS THIS!" He roared. "I told you to disrobe." He rose from the chair and stepped to her, his hand reaching out and tearing the bodice of her blouse from her. Her breasts sprung free and with a scream her hands flew up to cover them, His hands dropped to the skirt and tore it loose in another quick move. One hand flew from her breasts to cover her moistening treasure and her legs pressed tight together as she tried to twist away.

She cried out, "Sir, no, you mustn't, I'm a virgin. This is not how I planned my first time. Please Sir, for all that is holy, I beg of you don't do this."

He looked at her as if she were mad. "I know you are a virgin girl, did you expect me to wait for your wedding night?" he said with a derisive laugh. "You are my property, and it is time you were used properly."

He yanked her hand away from her breasts, the proud beauties standing firm and strong, the nipples hardening before his eyes. A bead of sweat ran down between her breasts and he slid his finger beneath it, lifting it to his lips and licking the salt taste of her off.

She moaned watching him and was surprised when he placed his hand on her breast and shoved her back onto his bunk.

"Now girl, will I have to tie you there or are you going to behave?" She rolled over and tried to leap from the bunk, which again brought a laugh from him. He fell on her and grabbing silk scarves from the sides of the bed he secured her wrists and ankles until she was laid out wide on his bunk.

He then sat back down in the chair and removed his boots, then stood and slid his breeches down his strong masculine legs.

She was crying softly, but watched as his cock slipped from the pants and stood out hard and angry. The purple head mesmerized her as he stood and moved toward her. It bobbed and jumped seemingly as if it had a life of its own and she found herself licking her lips.

He strode slowly to her, his cock jutting straight out menacingly. The sack beneath them was heavy and full, drawn up from lust, and surrounded by a curly down of a reddish blonde hue. Sitting on the bunk next to her, he reached out and touched her belly. She flinched in fear and then softly moaned as he gently caressed the flesh up to the base of her breasts. The muscles under her skin rippled in anticipation and his touch sent fire coursing through her blood. He cupped her full, tight young breast, feeling the weight and running his thumb across the nipple. He was delighted to see it tighten even further and the aureole crinkled and drew in pushing the nipple up and out from the breast. His eyes traveled up from the nipple to her mouth, her full lips seemed dry, her tongue restlessly running across them and her mouth opening a bit to suck air into her lungs. His gaze continued to her eyes, the green eyes surrounded now by a ring of fire as she stared back at his stark blue orbs. He twisted her nipple savagely as their eyes locked and saw her flinch from the pain, the eyes becoming heavy, lids drooping and then snapping back open.

"Where did you feel that slut?" he asked.

She held her tongue, refusing to answer him. The truth was that she had felt it in her breast, in her stomach, in her nether regions and the sensation had rippled through her entire body setting her nerves on edge.

He twisted the nipple again, watching her carefully then dipped his head and slashed his tongue across the tip.

"What are you doing, Sir? she cried. "You mustn't, its not proper. I'm a virgin, you can't treat me this way! Sir, you must stop!"

Her body struggled against the bindings, she was frantic with fear, yet more afraid of the feelings that were coursing through her body.

He lifted his lips from her nipple, a strand of saliva stringing out from his lips and falling gently across the orb. He laughed, he roared, he turned red from the pleasure he was taking at her discomfort.

He lowered his head again quickly and bit her nipple savagely. She screamed. His lips surrounded the swollen nub and he sucked it hard between his lips, his tongue circling the tip and slashing at it. Her body reacted in an explosion of terror her hips bucking up, her head thrashing from side to side, the violence of her reaction almost loosening the tie on one of her ankles.

He paid her reaction no mind; he was suckling her young flesh, driving her mad and fueling his own unnatural lust. She knew not what kind of man he was; he would have her no matter what. He cared not at all about her virginity, if she had been a common whore who had captured his fancy he would have treated her the same. When he was done with her, she would be no more than the chattel who gathered at the piers when the ships came in to the pirate ports. His interest lay in making her his, she would remember this night her whole life or he wasn't the Questor. His appetite was legendary among his peers and the girls who cried themselves to sleep for lack of his company were legion.

His hand drifted down her belly, the ripple again noticeable and over the edge of her mons. Again she shrieked, "NO Sir, you mustn't touch me there, I'm not for you, I'm a virgin, do not do this!!"




Conquest at Sea



His hand slid over the soft fur of her womanhood and across the sweet tight lips of her. He smiled softly at the dew that gathered on his fingers and when he had extended his hand all the way over her cunt he curled one finger and ran it between her labia stroking the fresh pink flesh until the blood began to engorge it and the color deepened to a scarlet red.

She held her breath. Somehow she knew that something was about to happen. Her hips rose unbidden to his touch, the finger magically sliding through her lips to the little opening deep between her thighs. She squealed almost quietly when he entered her, but her legs bent and lifted her weight upwards to the touch. His finger pushed into her slowly, she was tight, and the juices were not yet flowing fully.

He knew how to fix that. Without a word he pulled his finger from her and slid down between her legs. Her head thrashed from side to side trying to see what he was doing and she let out a long haunted cry when she found out. His tongue slipped easily between her lips and the pointed tip, moistened by his own saliva slid deep into her tunnel. She was delicious. He fed at her well spring, his mouth covering her cunt and sucking, his tongue delving into her mysteries, his teeth nipping at her lips when they slipped into his mouth.

Her body went insane. She thrashed and lurched and struggled as hard as she could, when suddenly she found herself grinding her pudenda into his face. She felt cold and then hot all over as she realized that something was going on that she had never suspected was possible. She moaned with lust and pushed her hips into his face, her fists clenched and unclenched in the bindings and she found herself wishing that she could wrap them in his hair and hold him there forever.

His hands slipped under her buttocks lifting her slightly off the bunk, the angle perfect for his hunger. His face rolled and pressed into her flesh, her scent filling his nostrils, her taste permeating his tongue and lips like a gourmet meal. For the longest time he was lost in the succulence of her, and when he finally lifted his face to look at her the juices made his face glisten and dripped softly from his chin to her belly. He looked like a wild animal that had fed at his prey's entrails, eyes feral, teeth showing, tongue licking the juices from his face. A grin broke over his face which brightened the room somehow and then he rose to all fours like a giant cat stretching and crawled over her body to look down at her.

Her eyes were turned upward, a tinge of fear in them at the appearance of the wild man above her. Her mouth however, continued to moan softly and her hips unknowingly gyrated with need. The man had awakened a desire in her that was as vital as the one which ruled his passions. This girl was a match for his lust; she would give as good as she got given the opportunity.

"What should I do with you, girl?" he asked. "You would bring a king's ransom if I were to sell you inviolate. I could buy another boat with your price and a small plantation on the mainland."

She looked at him with fire in her eyes, "do what you will Sir, you have already done too much. Sell me, use me, it matters not, I am undone. I am no longer pure, I bring no value to a husband, no honor to children yet unborn, I am nothing but a girl who has been kidnapped and treated like a whore by the vilest of men. It were better that you had slain me."

He leaned back and chuckled as she spewed her venom at him. His hand slid across her belly and his finger again entered her. This time the finger slid easily for a short distance and then was caught up by an obstacle. He ground his finger against the stoppage and then pulled his finger back. Suddenly he slid a second finger in next to the first and began stretching the walls of her entrance.

She blushed and squirmed and cried aloud, but to no avail. Biting her tongue she determined she would show this man that he could take her body but not her spirit. Problem was, the feelings he was engendering in her were exquisite, beyond any she had ever suspected and she felt every thrust and twirl of his digits through her whole body. Soon she was panting and again, much to her chagrin, thrusting her hips up to his searching fingers and trying to force them deeper. He worked in silence himself; though an occasional low growl issued from his throat he seemed intent on preparing her for something.

Finally, he crawled between her legs. She felt his body covering hers and was once again confused by her desire for the truth of the man and her repugnance at the deed he was perpetrating.

When he placed his cock against her tunnel she arched her back and tried one last time to stop him. "No Sir, please don't, you must sto .........."

He grabbed her face then and looked deep into her eyes, he wanted to see her when she became a woman. With an animal grunt he shoved his hips forward. His cock shattered through her hymen, in a single thrust her removed her virginity and pierced her through to her soul. The anguished cry which tore from her lips was not one of horror or hatred or anger, it was a scream for MORE! Her body was on fire and all she could feel was the heat and hardness of this man as he possessed her most treasured prize. Her eyes blazed back at his with a sexual fury which triggered a madness in him.

His hand slid from her face to her hair, he twisted it till she winced but still she would not speak. His eyes burned deep into her soul, a blue rage filtering through the green fire of hers and possessed her with his lust. She reacted by bowing her back and thrusting up against his savage pounding.

Again and again his rampant cock slashed through the tender flesh of the girl, again and again she pounded back, completely absorbed by the sensations, the lust, the madness of it all, but most especially by the man himself. She had never suspected the fires that burned in her. This man had shown her things about herself in a short time that would forever change her.

For himself, the pirate had one goal and one goal only, complete and utter submission of this girl to him. She would be his in every way; he would not be satisfied with less. Her lust was alarming for a girl who had been a virgin just moments before. Something about her called to him, it spoke of lonely years on the seas that no longer had to be, it spoke to him of purity, something he believed had left this world. Her soul cried out to him to take her and make her complete.

They strove together for a short time, which seemed like an eternity. The girl was young and untested but she had met every challenge he had presented to her. The sounds filling the cabin were reminiscent of animal sounds, of tigers mating in the jungles. The scents that filled the air were musk and salt and sheer passion. The bodies that writhed together on the bunk were poetry in motion, and when the Questor released her bonds, her arms and legs enfolded him pulling him tighter to her and beginning the process of the end.

He growled in the girl's ear, "you are Mine; I have taken you and made you. You will remain with me as long as there is breath in these lungs, do you understand? I am your Master."

Those words sent her over the edge, "oh yes, call it what you will, but I am yours, you are my Master. I am the property of a pirate and scoundrel, a violator of young innocent women and shall remain so as long as you will keep me."

They both burst into ecstasy at the same time, her cunt washing the sins from his cock, his cock blasting his seed deep into her. Their bodies twisted and coiled and spasmed together in a dance as old as time. They became one.

Later, they held each other quietly in the candlelight. Soft kisses, tender caresses explored each other's flesh. There was peace in their union, it would certainly not remain so, but for the moment calm ruled their souls. There would be other days, and other tales of how the girl fireinnereyes and the Master Questor would grow and live together. But this is not the time for those. This is a time for leaving two young lovers to their happiness at having found each other in such a dark and dangerous world. May fortune shine on all of you and may such happiness fill your souls and hearts forever. 



Conquest of KoC



Prologue

Achteon crept quietly through the town. He'd already visited the armory and the barracks. He'd committed to memory the size of the enemy army, their weapon supplies, and their armor. Now, all he needed to do was make it back to safety and relay the information. After that, his job was done. He could just kick back and relax and let the fighters do the rest of the work. The trick was getting home alive.

He slipped silently through the darkness, praising the night for its cover. As he danced from shadow to shadow along the quiet street, he peeked through the open windows of the buildings around him. More out of habit than anything else. The training process of becoming a spy had a tendency to instill plenty of habits into young minds like Achteon's. It was the view in the next window that would bring Achteon on the stop and cause him to crouch down and peer inside--all in order to gain information on the enemy, he told himself.

There, in full view of Achteon, bathed in the pale light of the candles spread around the room, was the General. He could barely see her belly-button over the lip of the bathtub in which she knelt. Two young handmaidens knelt beside her bathtub, drawing sponges up out of the water, gliding them along her body. Achteon's gaze followed a sponge as it caressed her stomach, washing along the curve of her hip, easing up along her side. It disappeared from his view behind her back, only to reappear at her shoulder, brushing along her neck, and stopping just below her collarbone. Lithe fingers squeezed the sponge, forcing a cascade of water to flow down her chest, encasing her breasts in the waterfall, causing them to glisten in the candlelight even as the water trickled away.

A sound drew Achteon's attention away. The night watch was coming down the street, their hounds sniffing for his trail. After one last, longing glance at the General, Achteon turned darted down the street toward the town's wall. Scaling it was no problem for the trained spy, and moments later, he was running over the open plain beyond, heading for the safety of his army's encampment.

Kings of Chaos

I unsheathed my sword, Freud, for the umpteenth time and began to spar with an imaginary foe, mostly to kill time. I hate waiting for spies to return. They're always so unpredictable. Most of my spies had returned already. All of them, in fact, except for one. Achteon was still in the field, and I wouldn't start the attack without him back in camp. Unless he was dead, of course. But my spy network was good, and Achteon was one of my best--and one of the most thorough. It was best to wait.

But I hate waiting.

I had all the information I needed from my other spies. They were able to bring back everything I needed to know. Enemy troupe size was minimal, their treasury was full, their defenses were strong, but that can be overcome. Maybe Achteon was taking it upon himself to do a little sabotage? He certainly has the skills, and if the right opportunity presented itself, he could very well have taken the chance.

Just then Achteon came running into camp. He came before me and knelt.

"I bring my report, Sir."

"I've already gotten all the information I need from the others."

"Oh."

"What was it that took you so long, Achteon?"

There was a silent pause. Achteon's lips curled slowly into a large, boyish smile. His eyes glazed over slightly, staring off at some memory that only he could see. "I saw…their General, Sir."

"And…?"

"And…" He stood. The smile on his face grew slightly, changing into a roguish grin--a type of grin with which I was all too familiar. "…and, I'm not sorry that I'm late." He turned and dashed off, heading deeper into our encampment, seeking out, presumably, the tent of "entertainment".

The attack would come at night, under the cover of darkness. My troops were ready to move as soon as.…

The gate of the town wall broke open under the assault of our siege. My army surged forward, trained soldiers and mercenaries leading the less experienced. Inside the town, their night watch sounded the alarm, then charged to meet us. The sound of battle filled the air--swords clanging on shields, the sharp twang of bowstrings, the cries of the fallen. A squadron of my men rushed forward to their vault, and began loading silver coins into sacks. Shoulders squared, standing tall, I walked deeper into the town, glorious battles raging all around. Suddenly, the armies, still fighting, parted to either side, and there, at the end of the tunnel of battle, she stood.

General Boudicca.

She stood, flanked by two handmaidens, each dressed in filmy gowns, their hair wet and slicked back. I walked slowly down the corridor of battle, until I stood before them.

The General was lovely. Cast in the soft glow of the moonlight, she looked just like a…well, like a Celtic Goddess. Her features were strong, yet feminine. Her light, white dressing gown clung to her still damp body, showing all the gentle curves of feminine grace. Yet, those curves could not hide the power that lay within. She stood, tall and proud, refusing even to shiver against the cool night air that only added to her beauty.

As I stood, gazing at her a few paces away, my sword rose.

Boudicca's gaze met mine. When she spoke, her voice was harsh, throaty, and resonated with the power inside her. "I have no spear here, Sir."

My gaze descended along her body, peering through her translucent gown in the moonlight, and noticed the obvious truth of her statement. My sword hand shivered at her voice. My sword quivered, and finally, fell, it's tip pointing earthward.

My lips curled into a slight grin. "I certainly don't mind, Goddess."

With ease, I thrust downward, burying my sword into the dirt of the road beneath my feet. I stepped forward, past the handmaidens, to stand before Her. My hand reached out, my arm snaking around her waist, drawing her to me. My lips crashed into hers, parting them easily, the tip of my tongue finding hers in between. With her body pressed to mine and our lips locked together, the world fell away. In that space of eternity, I knew only the soft flutter of her tongue, the torrid pulse of her heartbeat against my chest, the fresh scent of her skin.

And, when my army had retreated with it's ill-gotten booty, I eased away, disappearing, like the fading mist, into the darkness, leaving only a memory upon her lips….