4 comments/ 44437 views/ 15 favorites Charlotte & The Pirate Ch. 01 By: mcfbridge The following story is going to be at least a 10-parter, with each chapter in a different category. If you enjoy this story, I'm afraid you'll have to go find each part. Hope it's worth it. Charlotte D'Ormond was the daughter of Francois D'Ormond, Comte de Filleaux. She was 19 years old, and her father had finally arranged a marriage for her. It shouldn't have been difficult to find a husband for the daughter of a count, but Charlotte's father wanted the very best for his daughter. So, it had taken over two years for the Comte de Filleaux to settle on a man. The man he had selected was Andre Panvois. Lord Andre was 25 years old. He was also a rising start in the court. In fact the king had selected young Lord Panvois for a very important post. He had just been named governor of the island of St. Dominique in the Caribbean. France controlled the island but the area around it had become a pirate haven. The king had given Andre the task of rooting out the corruption that apparently had taken hold in this territory. Andre would be governor of the island for six years. If in 1688, at the end of his administration, he had cleaned up the area, Andre would be called back to court and be named a Duke. Charlotte had only met her future husband once, and that briefly. Andre had dined with both her and her father the night before he sailed for his new post. That had been almost a year earlier. Now it was time for Charlotte to sail to the New World and join her betrothed. They would be married upon her arrival and she would be the First Lady of the island. The fact that Charlotte hardly knew her fiancée didn't concern her. That was the way that all marriages among the aristocracy were arranged. And the young lady was very excited about being the wife of the governor of a tropical island. It was all just so exciting. Traveling by sea was dangerous, and the Comte de Filleaux was taking no chances with his beloved only daughter. Charlotte would sail on the Marie LaMont, a French galleon sporting 32 guns. Francois would make sure that his child was on a ship that no pirate would even consider attacking. The French warship was much too heavily armed for any pirate to even be a threat to her. The trip to the Caribbean was long and uneventful. Charlotte had made friends with most of the crew. After all she was a lovely and friendly young lady. By the time the month long journey was nearing its end, the young count's daughter had almost all the young men totally charmed. They were only four days away from their destination, before Charlotte even saw another ship. Early that morning, the lookout reported a small ship headed towards them. She was approaching off the port bow. These were pirate waters, and the captain was a little nervous. He knew that he outgunned any pirate craft, but he didn't want to be involved in any battle which might risk having the daughter of an influential noble injured. That was a good way to end a career. The captain was just going to order the crew to general quarters, when the lookout shouted that the ship was a sloop bearing a French flag. Both the captain and the first mate sighed with relief. Aside from the fact that a sloop only carried at most 14 guns, this was a friendly vessel. Also, if a French warship was already in these waters, then there would be no chance of any pirate encounters before reaching St. Dominique. The small ship passed within 100 yards of the Marie LaMont. Charlotte could see the crew going about their tasks on the deck. It was obviously a well-disciplined crew. As Charlotte watched, the little sloop turned to starboard, and began to slowly pull away. As the ship disappeared into the morning fog that was trailing the Marie LaMont, Charlotte went back to her normal activities. Neither she, nor any other member of the crew saw the sloop swing hard to port, and take a new course directly across the stern of the French galleon. Between the fog, and the fact that the ship was small and appeared friendly, not even the lookouts had paid attention to her as she had disappeared astern. Black Bill ordered the Anvil hard over. As she quickly came to her new heading, which would take her directly across the stern of the big French galleon, Bill ordered the portside guns ready. The huge warship badly outgunned his sloop, but the Anvil was very fast and highly maneuverable. And that galleon would be a very rich prize if they could take her. Black Bill. The name terrified sailors in the Caribbean. Bill himself thought the name rather silly, but all things considered, the nickname had really been unavoidable. William the blacksmith had been a young man in southern England only 5 short years earlier. Frankly, he had been a bit more that just a blacksmith, William was a very talented weaponsmith. By the time he was barely 20, his swords were the choice of many young knights preparing for tournaments. Unfortunately, William's judgement hadn't been as rewarding. He still remembered the night everything changed. William had accompanied a customer to a local pub. He had never seen the man before, but he had offered to buy the beer and that had been good enough for the smith. As they drank, several more men joined them. They appeared to be a tough lot, but William wasn't too worried. As a blacksmith, he was quite strong, and at a little over 6 feet tall, William figured he could handle anything that happened. The men continued drinking throughout the night. William really didn't even know how many pints he had downed. All he knew was that every time he finished one, his new friend bought another. By the time the club crashed into the back of his head, William was so drunk that he might very well have passed out anyway. William woke up with a headache and a very upset stomach. The headache he could understand, but why did the world feel like it was moving? When he stood up, William realized that the world felt like it was moving because it was. Or at least the ship he was on was moving. Someone passed by, and the young blacksmith tried to reach him. That was when William realized his hands were chained. Then someone called his name, and as William turned around, a man slapped him hard across the face. Young William glared at his captor, but he realized there was nothing he could do. So the smith just stood there and waited to hear what was going on. The man introduced himself as Edward. He was captain of the ship they were on, a merchant vessel named the Lovely Liz. The captain informed William that he had signed aboard as a crew member for the voyage to the American Colonies. Once there, the crew would pick up a shipment of furs and spices from the colony for sale back in England. William thought about objecting, but he realized there was no point in it. He was on the ship, and there just wasn't any place to go. Besides, the captain also explained that each crew member was entitled to a share of the profit. Even the small share a new crewman was entitled to would be more money than William had ever had in his life. The long voyage to America had been a challenge. The captain was a tyrant and the entire crew hated him. It was only the promise of the riches to be earned that kept the crew in line. Finally, the merchant vessel reached port, and everything went just as the captain had said. Within 2 days the Lovely Liz was back at sea, fully loaded with a cargo of fine furs, as well as numerous spices and fragrant woods. William wasn't well acquainted with these types of items, but he did know that they were every bit as valuable as the captain had claimed. Two weeks later, the weather had turned bad. The captain hated to delay his return, but there was no way he would risk his cargo. So, unhappily the man turned his ship south to avoid the storm that was definitely coming in from the east. The Lucky Liz successfully avoided the weather, but she had to sail south for several days. By the time she could safely turn east again, the ship was well behind schedule. The voyage would now take at least two weeks longer than planned. This meant that they would need more supplies. The captain told the crew that the British controlled an island another day to the south, they would stop there and resupply. The crew wanted to go ashore, but the captain ordered everyone to stay on the ship. Only he and two hands would go ashore. As the three men left, the rest of the crew was in a foul mood. There they were stuck on the ship, when a fine port with whiskey and women was just waiting there. Add to that the fact that the rum was running low, and there wasn't one happy man left on board. William never knew who the man was who broke into the captain's cabin. It didn't matter who it was anyway. The man had only been looking for something to drink. The crew was convinced that the captain had some fine whiskey stowed in his cabin. If he was going to leave the men aboard, then the least he could do was to share with them. They were right. The man found a case of good Irish whiskey. But not one man felt like drinking. They were all too amazed at the other thing that had been found in the captain's cabin. The other item appeared to William to be a small book. As it was passed around, William realized it was the captain's personal log. Normally, that was a sacred item on a ship, and no crewman would dare touch it. But the captain had left it open when he'd left, and the crewman had been so angry at what he read, that he had to take it. When it reached William, he read it as well. By the time he finished, the blacksmith knew that blood was going to spill on the deck of the Lovely Liz. Only a few men on the ship could read. It had been sheer Providence that the man who had entered the captain's cabin was one of them. But he could, and as he glanced at the log, he couldn't help reading the captain's notes on his expected profit. Edward was so proud of himself for fooling his stupid crewmen. The idiots actually believed that they would share in the sale of his cargo. As if he would share with that lowly lot of bilge rats. No, as soon as they reached port, Edward's buyer would send a crew aboard the Lovely Liz to retrieve his merchandise. He would pay Edward, and there would be enough men there to handle any member of the crew that complained. Edward would leave a rich man, and his crew would have the memories of a long voyage. Within an hour of the theft of the log, every crewman on board had either read it, or had someone tell him what it said. There was talk of murder, but cooler heads prevailed. Mutiny was a capital offense. The captain would be dealt with, but it would be when the ship was safely back out to sea. The next day, the captain returned with the stores, and the Lovely Liz set sail again. Two days later, the ship was in open water with no land anywhere in sight. The captain was simply walking the deck, when two of the larger hands came up to him. Edward started to ask what they wanted, when they simply grabbed him and slammed him to the railing. The angry man screamed at them, and told them what would happen to them for mutiny, but the men just laughed at him. Then, when one of them showed him the log they had stolen, Edward understood the real danger he was in. The captain tried to convince his men that it was all a joke. None of those things was really going to happen. As he talked, though more and more of the crew crowded in. Then someone yelled that he was right. None of those things were going to happen. William heard someone laugh. Then one of the men holding the captain laughed as well. He told his captain that he would be the one who would end the voyage with only memories. The other man grinned and told the captain that of course it was likely to be a very long voyage for him. After all, England was a long way off to have to swim to it. Edward barely had time to react, before several men had simply scooped him up and thrown him overboard. William knew the man was dead. Between the sharks and the distance, Captain Edward would never be seen by mortal man again. After the mutiny, the crew decided to sail for the nearest island. According to the charts, there was another English isle a week's sail away. The island they had left was closer of course, but they didn't dare go back there. It would raise way too many questions. A week later, the Lovely Liz reached her final port. The crew unloaded the cargo and scuttled the ship. She couldn't be left afloat for someone to find and begin to ask about her captain and crew. Besides, after selling the cargo, the crew would have enough money for them all to live comfortably. William had been one of the men who negotiated the sale. As it turned out, he was one of the more respected members of the crew. Between his huge size and quiet manner, William was trusted by almost everyone. The smith had wanted to return to England, but he knew that was impossible. The crew had mutinied and no English court would bother trying to decide which members of the crew were guilty and which were innocent. No, if they were taken, they would simply all be hanged as an example to other would-be mutineers. The sale was indeed profitable. The entire crew was rewarded with enough money to set them all up comfortably. That should have been the end of the story. The group of men should have lived out the rest of their lives uneventfully, enjoying themselves with drink and women. Unfortunately, it didn't work out that way. Tommy had been a deckhand on the merchant ship. He also didn't hold his drink well. He was drinking at one of the bars with some new friends, when one of them asked him where he had gotten all his money. Poor Tommy was so drunk that he told him the truth. Well that man told his friends and those friends told other friends. Within a few days, the story had gotten around to a group of navy sailors at another bar. The navy men were not at all amused by the story of mutiny. These criminals had to be taken, tried, and hanged. It was another two days before the sailors located the part of the island where the mutineers lived. Those two days saved William's life. The navy sailors planned a raid for the morning of the third day. But just like poor Tommy had proven, it is almost impossible to keep a secret on an island. By the end of the two days, most of the mutineers had heard the stories going around the bars. Most of the mutineers ignored it. After all they were rich men now. This story would just make them even more famous throughout the island. But a few of the men, William included knew what a disaster this was. The men quietly asked around, and very quickly found out about the naval sloop anchored off the south shore of the island. William and the other men knew that the navy wouldn't ignore any story of mutiny. No, they would come looking for them, and it wouldn't be long. It was William who came up with the plan that changed everyone's life. They had to get off the island if they wanted to live, and the only way off the island was by ship. As it happened, there was a fine sloop right off shore, and the crew of that sloop would be occupied looking for mutineers. Surely, while most of the sailors were involved in the hunt, the few who remained wouldn't object to lending them their sloop. The next morning, the navy men raided the mutineers' homes. Over thirty men were taken. At the same time, another twenty men were on their way to the navy ship. William and his friends had purchased fine clothes from town. They had also bought a small boat. Now they were sailing out to the ship. In the boat with them were cases of whiskey. To the five sailors left on the ship, they appeared to be nothing more than wealthy merchants coming to sell drinks to the sailors. Drinks which the men would be more than happy to buy. Sure enough, the twenty men reached the ship and began to unload the booze. William told the officer of the deck that the captain had purchased this fine whiskey. It was all bought and paid for. The men were to enjoy as much as they liked, and then stow the rest away. Well, the men had always known what a fine officer their captain was, but this was beyond anything he had done before. That deserved a toast, and within minutes everyone on board was drinking the health of the captain. Two hours later, the five crewmen were unconscious and adrift in the small boat. William and his crew ran up the sails, raised the anchor, and took the sloop to sea. To William's surprise, the men named him captain. After all, he had been the one who had come up with the plan that saved their lives. From here on, they would trust him to lead them. A sloop can handle a crew of 75. 40 men can handle her easily, but for 20 men, it was a challenge. William knew he had to get more men, but more than that, he had to come up with something for he and his men to do. They couldn't just sail around the ocean until the food and water gave out. After much thought and soul searching William came to the only choice he could make. He and his men would become buccaneers and stalk the ocean as pirates. Well, if one had a pirate ship, and one needed additional crew, there was only one place to go. Tortuga. The island of Tortuga. Controlled by a French governor, it was a haven for every pirate in the Caribbean. The governor made it very clear. As long as he and his friends were handsomely paid, no action would be taken against any pirate. Also, no warships would be allowed to land at the island. No one exactly knew how he kept those ships away, but the governor was as good as his word. Every pirate knew that the place to go and sell captured booty and buy supplies was Tortuga. It took about a week to sail to Tortuga. Upon their arrival, William and a couple of men began to wander the bars on the wharf. They spread the word that they were looking for men. When someone asked who the captain was, they were told it was William the Blacksmith. William the Blacksmith just didn't have that pirate ring to it, but as word spread around, the name changed. It became William the Black, and then Bill the Black, and finally, Black Bill. The next morning, over forty men arrived at the dock eager to sail with the notorious pirate Black Bill. William wanted to tell the men that this was actually his first voyage, but his mates quickly talked him out of it. So William and his crew selected 20 men from the lot, and thanked the rest. The new captain was delighted with his new crew. He had 20 experienced buccaneers. Most importantly, he now had 4 experienced gunners. It was one thing to have cannon on a ship, it was quite another to know how to aim and fire them properly. With a full crew, and a resupplied ship, William, or Black Bill as he was now known, sailed back to sea. As they began the voyage, the crew demanded that their ship have a name. It was terrible bad luck for a ship not to have a name. Many possibilities were thrown around, but at the end it was decided that if their captain was a blacksmith, then their ship was his anvil. And the Anvil she became. A pirate vessel needs good seamanship, a brave crew, and some luck. William had the first two, and three days out he got an incredible amount of the third. As the dawn rose on the third day, a large ship loomed on the horizon. She was a large merchant vessel. Not only was she heavy laden, but she had obviously been in battle and was very badly damaged. While normally, the merchant ship could have probably fought off the smaller Anvil, in her current condition she didn't even have enough firepower to try. The Anvil fired one shot over the merchantman's bow, and she quickly lowered her flag and surrendered. As the pirates boarded their prize, they found only 32 men left alive, and of those barely 10 fit enough to sail. The captain and most of the officers had been killed, but one of the two remaining mates told what had happened. A couple of days earlier, they had been approached by a pirate ship. Battle had been joined, and the ships traded several broadsides. The merchant vessel was on the verge of defeat. Her main mast had been destroyed and most of her guns were gone. Then, a lucky shot had hit the pirate's powder magazine, and a moment later, the enemy ship exploded into millions of pieces. After that, the remaining crew had tried to sail home, but between their limited number and the heavy damage, all they had really managed to do was drift. By the time the Anvil had attacked, the remaining men were almost relieved to see another ship. The pirates were welcome to whatever was on board, if they would simply help the remaining men and wounded to land. Charlotte & The Pirate Ch. 01 The pirates quickly agreed, and the huge merchant ship was taken with no struggle at all. Then, after searching the vessel, the crew couldn't believe their good fortune. The ship had been on her way home after a very successful voyage. The main hold was loaded with gold and gems, which had been used to purchase the very expensive fabrics and dyes the merchantman had brought for sale. The treasure was more than most pirate captains would see in their entire careers. The Anvil sailed back to Tortuga. When the locals saw the ship sail in so soon after leaving, they first thought that the sloop had run into trouble. But soon everyone was amazed to see the crew leave the ship with what appeared to be an unlimited amount of money to spend. As the story made its way around the island, the merchantman became less damaged, and bigger with each telling. Within a week, the bloodthirsty Black Bill had sunk three British Men O' War to take the rich treasure ship they were guarding. Two weeks later, the Anvil set sail again, with a captain who was already well on his way to becoming a legend. This time it was almost two weeks before the little sloop spotted a target. She was another merchant vessel, and this one flew a Dutch flag. As usual, the Anvil was outgunned, but the Dutch ship was slow and unwieldy. She turned slow, and her crew wasn't the best. The two ships traded broadsides, and within an hour, the merchant vessel was listing badly, while the Anvil was barely damaged. At that point, William pulled his ship into the merchantman, and his crew boarded her. The battle was short. William's crew were experienced swordsmen, while the Dutch crew were simple sailors. And while William himself wasn't overly experience with the blade, his shear size and strength made him a threat. Shortly, with only minor injuries, William had his prize. Once again, the Anvil sailed back to Tortuga, loaded with booty. This time, William and his crew spent a good six months on the island before they set sail again. During that time, William learned what a valuable skill being a weaponsmith was. It was easy on the island to get metal, but to get good blades, that didn't break the first time they were in combat was much more difficult. With William doing the work between voyages, the Anvil's crew was the best armed in the Caribbean. Over the next few years, Black Bill had taken several prizes. He had become quite wealthy, with treasure hidden numerous places. He had lost a few men, but most of his original crew had survived, and all of the original mutineers. By now the Anvil had a crew that was disciplined, extremely skilled, and fiercely loyal to its captain. Any ship that saw the little sloop, flying its white flag with a black anvil on it, tried to run immediately. No captain wanted to cross swords with Black Bill. Now as Black Bill struck the French flag, and ordered the banner of the Anvil flown, he expected the French galleon to react. He was surprised to realize just how well his little trick had worked. That huge prize was completely unaware of the Anvil. Well, they'd get an introduction in a moment. As she crossed the stern of the huge Marie LaMont, the Anvil fired her 7 port guns. William knew he only had one shot, but he trusted his crew. Besides, if this didn't work, the galleon was much too slow and turned too awkwardly, to be able to even begin to chase down his sloop. When the smoke cleared from the guns, Black Bill saw that his gunners had performed perfectly. Seven cannon fired into the Marie LaMont, and at least 3 hit exactly what they were aiming at. Just below the waterline on the stern, they destroyed the galleon's rudder and put holes into her keel. The galleon had gone from a fierce warship, to a ship unable to turn and sinking from the stern. William had his crew signal for the Marie LaMont's captain to surrender. The French captain didn't know what to do. He wanted to fight, but it was impossible to bring his guns to bear. His crew outnumbered the pirates at least 5 to 1, but unless they boarded his ship there was nothing they could do. A moment later, the pirates fired a second broadside, this one was loaded with grapeshot and fired into the rigging. The captain recognized this for what it was. Grapeshot would do no real damage to the sails, but it would be devastating if fired along the deck. That shot wasn't meant to do damage, it was meant as a warning. Normally, the captain of the Marie LaMont would have risked it. He would have absorbed the fire and hoped the pirates would try to board. But this wasn't a normal voyage. He had the Count's daughter aboard. Broadsides of grapeshot could kill the young woman, even if she wasn't really a target. So, with a heavy heart, the captain ordered the French colors struck and surrendered his ship. A huge cheer went up from the Raven's crew as they saw the French flag come down. Once again their captain had led them to victory over a much bigger, and apparently very rich foe. William ordered his ship to close with the galleon, and when they had pulled alongside, he and 20 of his men boarded the Marie LaMont. It was only as the ship pulled close, that the captain realized who he had surrendered to. He had to admit, that he was very curious to meet this pirate who had so quickly become a legend on the sea. William was led immediately to the captain. The Frenchmen was surprised, and pleased to see that the pirates were a well-disciplined and orderly crew. He had been a little worried that blood would be spilled, even after his surrender, but that was not going to be the case. The pirates simply disarmed his crew and escorted them to the bow of the ship. Then several of them began to search the vessel. The French captain asked what would become of his crew, and William assured him that as long as they swore to obey his orders, they would be well treated and released upon the Anvil's return to port. It was just then, that two of Bill's crew returned with a struggling young woman between them, and two chattering ladies following behind. William wasn't sure what to make of this, until the captain introduced the lady as Mme. Charlotte D'Ormond, daughter of the Comte D'Ormond, and betrothed to Lord Panvois, governor of St. Dominique. Well, this was a stroke of luck. A noble captive could be held for a substantial ransom, and the daughter of a French count, engaged to a French governor was quite a prize. After some thought, William informed the captain, that the Lady Charlotte would be held on board the Anvil until a ransom was paid. That ransom would be 10,000 gold pieces. The captain did not object. That was a huge sum, but he knew it was reasonable for the captive taken. It was taken for granted that Charlotte would be well treated. No one harmed a prisoner held for ransom in any way. Aside from the fact that it was dishonorable, afterwards, they would never be trusted again and would be unable to collect future ransoms. After the Anvil's crew finished their search of the French galleon, her passengers and crew were escorted back to the pirate sloop. The crew was shown where they would sleep, and Charlotte and her ladies were escorted to her quarters. The Anvil was a small ship, but decency demanded that a young lady be given private quarters. Although, for a young lady, the language the mademoiselle was using was quite colorful as she and her maids were led below. Four days later, the Anvil landed at Tortuga. The French officers and crew were released, with a ransom note to Lord Panvois of St. Dominique. The Anvil would sail again in a week, but she would return in a month after that. At that time, the ransom was expected to be waiting. The French captain saluted his counterpart, and he had his crew departed. The only people left on the Anvil were Black Bill, his crew, the Lady Charlotte, and her maids. Charlotte & The Pirate Ch. 02 The following story is going to be at least a 10-parter, with each chapter in a different category. If you enjoy this story, I'm afraid you'll have to go find each part. You can find Part 1 in Non-Erotic. Hope it's worth it. Charlotte wasn't sure what to make of the young pirate captain. She had heard stories about the notorious, bloodthirsty Black Bill. But this handsome gentleman hardly matched what she had pictured. The man was gigantic, and fantastically strong. But he was also soft-spoken and very polite. Certainly, after she had gotten over her initial fright, neither the captain nor any of his crew had done anything remotely threatening. When Charlotte asked how long she would be held on the ship, she was told until her ransom was paid, probably a month or so. William also wasn't sure what to do. He had a crew of forty men on board, and now he had four women as well. While his crew was well disciplined, a month at sea with those odds could prove difficult. And speaking of difficult, he had his own problems. The lady Charlotte was beautiful. With that long dark hair, and that incredibly curvy body, William couldn't keep his eyes off her whenever she walked by. During the first week of the voyage, Charlotte became well acquainted with the captain and his officers. She was invited to dine at the captain's table every evening. The young lady was even more surprised to learn that the captain spoke fluent French, as well as his native English. Of course that made perfect sense. Tortuga was a French isle, and a number of his crew were French. The captain was also a very intelligent and well-read man. To her amazement, she began to look forward to her nightly conversations with her captor. William also enjoyed these regularly evenings. He had always enjoyed reading, and the one thing voyages gave him plenty of time to do was read. His crew were well skilled, and needed little supervision. But only a few of them could read, and certainly none of them did so for pleasure. Charlotte was the first person he had come across that he could discuss books with in years. As the second week began, Charlotte and William became very at ease with each other. They joked and laughed, and Charlotte came to completely forget the fact that she was a captive. Not only that, but two of her maids had become friends with crewmembers, so they were happy as well. The one problem was Francine, Charlotte's oldest maid. She simply refused to associate with any of the pirates, and remained in her quarters at all times. William tried to speak to her a couple of times, but the woman simply stated that she did not associate with common thieves. After that, William and the crew left Francine alone. After a couple of weeks at sea, the Anvil put in at a small island. William didn't even know the name of the place, but there was a port. And where there was a port there were rum and women. With two of the crew now having female companionship on board, William thought it wise to allow the rest of the men to find outlets of their own, so to speak. The captain didn't know how close the two maids had become with his two crewmen, but however close it was, he didn't want it to stir discontent among the rest of the crew. Charlotte was surprised to see that the captain remained aboard. While still a virgin herself, Charlotte was not naive. She was French after all, and she knew what went on between men and women. When she asked him why he didn't want to go ashore, he admitted that while he certainly was known to custom a pub or two, at the moment he was simply enjoying her company. For the rest of the day, Charlotte and William simply remained in his cabin talking. While nothing romantic happened, the two young people were certainly becoming very fond of each other. The next day, the Anvil headed back to sea. The third day out, a prize almost fell into their laps. It was a foggy morning. The Anvil wasn't even really hunting, when she emerged from a fog bank. There barely 1000 yards ahead of them was a Portuguese merchant vessel. Even then, William wasn't sure that he wanted to engage the ship. With Charlotte on board, he really didn't want to take too many chances. But then the decision was taken away from him. The captain of the merchantman upon seeing the Anvil banner struck his colors and surrendered Well William could hardly turn this gift down. He sent a crew aboard the prize. She was a well-stocked ship. Nothing exceptionally valuable, but there was a stock of fine wines which would be added to the Anvil's galley. The Portuguese crew numbered 32 men. They were disarmed and led over to the Anvil. William sent 10 of his own crew over to his prize. They would sail her back to port behind the Anvil. Everything was going smoothly. There was really no reason to expect trouble. And if William had been paying closer attention, trouble might still have been avoided. But Charlotte was standing next to him, and the captain was more concerned with talking to her, than he was with watching the men being transferred. No one would know the name of the Portuguese crewman. No one would ever get to ask him what he was thinking. He appeared to be drunk, and perhaps he thought he would make a name for himself by killing a legend. Whatever he was thinking, as he boarded the ship, the man pulled a dagger from his shirt and lunged at the captain. William was still alert enough to avoid a fatal injury, but the dagger pierced him through the shoulder. A moment later, the crewman was skewered by at least five cutlasses. The unknown man was hurled overboard, and the crew rushed to their captain. William was bleeding, but the wound wasn't life threatening. The most serious injury really was to his pride. To be taken like that was foolish, and unbecoming of an officer. But that didn't matter now, Charlotte and the crew helped William back to his quarters. While he wouldn't die, he would be laid up a week or so, and the wound would have to be watched carefully to see that it didn't fester. The Anvil was about two weeks from Tortuga, and they already had a prize, so the decision was made to head back to port. William gave the order, and then left his first mate in charge. Charlotte stayed with the injured captain in his quarters. She changed the dressings and brought his meals. Bill tried to protest that he was strong enough to fetch for himself, but both Charlotte and the crew insisted that he stay still. There was no point in risking the wound becoming any more serious. It was around lunch of the third day, that William decided to get one of his books. Perhaps he was weaker than he thought, or maybe the ship lurched as he stood. Either way, the huge man stumbled. Charlotte wrapped her arms around him to keep him from falling. Suddenly, William found himself facing this beautiful woman, with her arms wrapped around him. He didn't really think about what he was doing, he simply bent down and kissed her. Charlotte and William just stared at each other for a moment. Neither was sure what to do. Then Charlotte pulled him back to her, and this time began a much more passionate kiss. Their lips began to explore each other, and the two of them sat back onto the captain's cot. There, the captain and the count's daughter pulled each other close, and continued to kiss and embrace. The kissing became more and more passionate and gradually, the two of them began to remove clothing. The captain, being laid up was only wearing nightclothes, and Charlotte had taken to wearing a simple shift while on board the ship. Minutes later, Charlotte and William were naked, and wrapped in each other's arms on the bed. Somewhere in the back of William's mind, a voice was telling him that he shouldn't do this. But she was so beautiful, and she was by far the most fascinating woman he had ever met. It took very little effort to still that soft voice. William's kisses began to wander. Gradually he moved down her throat and to her breasts. Charlotte's breasts were large and round and very soft. William kissed and fondled them gently. Circling them with his lips. Starting on the outside, and then working his way in with tighter and tighter circles. Finally, his lips covered one of the girl's nipples, and he softly sucked it into his mouth. He could hear Charlotte hiss, as he ran his tongue over the little stem. Charlotte was practically purring. Her pirate captain was making love to her, and it was wonderful. He was kissing and stroking her breasts, and the feeling was breathtaking. Then he was moving lower, kissing her stomach and abdomen. Certainly, she was a virgin, and her husband might have preferred her remaining so before their wedding. But it would not be unusual for a French lass to have been deflowered before her nuptial night. And Charlotte was not going to stop this for anything. Especially, since William had worked his way down between her legs, and whatever he was doing with his tongue was about to make her go out of her mind. The captain found his way to his lady's lower lips. He planted a kiss on them, and then gently poked his tongue between them. He found the little button over Charlotte's quim, and ran his tongue over it several times. William had to smile, as he felt the girl shudder and shake each time he licked her there. When he finally moved down to her opening, he found that the beautiful woman was sopping wet. Tentatively, he used a finger to explore inside her, and was not surprised to find that she was indeed virgin. As his soon to be lover continued to press against him, William moved back up her body. He brought his head even with Charlotte's and just looked into her gorgeous eyes for a moment. The love he saw there was almost overwhelming. Then the captain put his lips to Charlotte's and kissed her deeply. As they kissed, he set himself at her entrance and pushed inside. He was going to try and be gentle, but the moment Charlotte felt him there, she thrust herself against him. Her membrane tore in an instant, and William found himself completely embedded inside the incredibly beautiful French woman. Charlotte wanted it to last forever. She had been so excited when he had entered her, that she barely felt the sting of her maidenhead being pierced. And whatever little pain there was, was quickly overwhelmed by the incredible passion. She pulled her lover to her, and thrust back against him. She wanted him as far inside her as she could manage. William also wanted this to last. Charlotte was so gorgeous and so incredibly wonderful. He just didn't want this moment to ever end. He tried to be as gentle as he could, as he pushed in and out of his lover's body. William swore he could actually feel Charlotte's pussy trying to suck him back inside whenever he would pull out. The lovers made it last as long as they could, but some things are inevitable. William couldn't take it any longer. He couldn't stop any more. The man began to thrust deeper, and Charlotte could actually feel him become harder and larger inside her. Then one hard thrust put her over the edge. The maiden let out a howl, and wrapped her arms as tight as she could against her lover. She pulled him into her as hard as she could, practically trying to crush him in her passion. As her body squeezed down, William came right with her. The captain thrust deep into the lovely lass, and began spurting his seed inside her. Afterwards, they just lay that way for several minutes. With William on top, still inside Charlotte, and the maid with her arms tightly around her captain. When they recovered, the two lovers began to kiss again. This time the kisses were more of love and affection, than passion. But it was still wonderful. For the next two weeks Charlotte and William shared that cabin. They shared passion, love, and each other. The crew knew what was happening of course, and they were worried. But he was their captain, and they would follow him regardless. The men just hope that trouble wouldn't come of this. Finally, the ship arrived back at Tortuga. Charlotte and Bill were just planning where they would share the next few days, when word came that the ransom had arrived. With that one piece of news, reality hit home again. Charlotte D'Ormond and Black Bill might be in love, but they were from different worlds. As much as they might like to deny it, this couldn't last. Sadly, the two lovers kissed one last time. Then the crew took the gold aboard, while Charlotte's maids escorted her to the ship that her future husband had sent for her. William needed to go back to sea. He couldn't stand to be on land for a while. In a couple of hours, the Anvil was restocked and ready to sail. As his ship steered east, William watched another ship sail away to the west with the woman he loved. Charlotte & The Pirate Ch. 03 The following story is going to be at least a 10-parter, with each chapter in a different category. If you enjoy this story, I'm afraid you'll have to go find each part. Hope it's worth it. Part 1: Non-Erotic Part 2: First Time * * * * * * It took a few days for Charlotte's ship to reach St. Dominique. When they arrived, she expected her fiancé to be there to meet her, but he had simply sent an escort. Charlotte was taken by carriage to the governor's residence. Servants showed her around the palatial estate, and then escorted her to her quarters. A couple of hours later, Andre did come to see her. Charlotte tried to hug him, and thank him for rescuing her, but the young man simply gave her a somewhat chaste kiss, and informed her that they would be married the following day. The next day Charlotte D'Ormond did indeed become the Lady Panvois. The ceremony was attended by all the important people on the island. During the reception, the new bride was introduced to all of her husband's business associates. Then, the party ended and Charlotte was alone with her new groom. As much as she missed William, Charlotte tried not to think about him. Her husband deserved her total attention on their wedding night. After all, it wasn't his fault that she had been taken by the pirates. And it was his money that had rescued her. But very quickly, Charlotte realized that she wasn't the one who was distracted. Andre undressed her, but it was almost mechanically. Then her husband undressed as well, and climbed on top of her. Without any preparation or really anything else, Andre simply entered her. If he noticed or even cared that she was not a virgin, Andre certainly didn't show it by any reaction on his part. No, he simply began to thrust into her, as if she was simply there for his use, and he had a job he needed to finish. Charlotte tried to be interested in what her husband was doing, but it was hopeless. So she just laid back and waited for him to finish what he was doing. After he had cum, Andre withdrew from his wife and got up to leave. Charlotte asked him why he wasn't staying, and her husband informed her that his own quarters were down the hall. He would come to her room when he wanted her, otherwise he would sleep in his own. Then he simply said good night and left. When she was alone, Charlotte broke down and cried. Not because of anything her husband had done, but over how much she had lost when William sailed away. Now she had this huge house, a tropical island, and absolutely nothing. Andre was happy to have this over with. Being married was going to be a great inconvenience. The young lord remembered with a laugh how he had actually come to this god-forsaken island with the idea of cleaning up the area. How could he have been so stupid? Clean it up, Hell he would clean up all right. With the money the slavers were paying him he would return to France in just a few years with immense wealth. And all he had to do was allow the slave ships to dock at his island and restock. The whole world was turning against slavery, and it was difficult for the ships to reach their destinations in the Americas. With Andre's help, however, the slave trade was still flourishing. Of course, Andre had to keep all of this completely hidden. A man who consorted with pirates, like the governor of Tortuga was considered a scoundrel, a man who consorted with slavers was considered beneath dirt. If the French court ever found out how he was making his money, Andre would never be allowed to return to Paris. Now the governor had another little difficulty. He had a wife, and Andre had to be certain that she also did not discover the nature of his business. A lady would never understand his situation, and if she informed her father of what he was doing, the Count would destroy him. No, Andre would spend as little time with his wife as possible. Besides dealing with the slavers had other benefits as well. Her name was Laila, and she was the sister of Farouk Al Hasim, the chief of the slavers. Most of the slavers were Arabs. They would capture tribal African blacks and take them to the slave fortresses on the coasts of Algeria and Morocco. There, they would be placed on ships bound for the New World. It was a lucrative business, and the slavers would do anything to avoid interference. So Laila had been left behind to oversee Andre' operations. She was also to see that helping the slavers remained Andre's main priority. Oh, and the things Laila could do to insure a man's cooperation. When he had first met her, Andre had been infatuated. Laila was tall and dark. Her figure was very thin, and her hair was jet black and came almost to her waist. Andre had always heard that Arab women kept themselves veiled, but this beauty was always dressed elegantly, with a great deal of jewelry. As a courtesy to her brother, Andre had invited Laila to have dinner with him. That evening, the governor had been prepared to simply admire the girl, when Laila had very frankly explained her situation to him. Her brother and Andre had come to an agreement, which was very important to the slavers. And while Andre would be paid very handsomely, Laila was to do whatever she could to see that the governor remained happy with the situation. As she explained this, Laila lowered her dress, so that one small firm breast became visible. Then she smiled and asked the governor if there was anything she could do to insure that he was happy. The two of them had quickly departed to the governor's quarters. Andre was certainly a man of some experience, and the French court had hardly been a restrained environment, but the things this Arab beauty could, and would do, were exquisite. When she took him in her mouth, Andre couldn't help just sighing with pleasure. But then, when she rolled him onto his stomach, and actually began working her tongue into his nether opening, Andre actually had to bite into a pillow to prevent himself from shouting out in ecstasy. Over the next several months, Laila had spent almost every evening with the governor. She had taken him into every opening she had, in every position imaginable. Anything Andre even remotely wanted to try, Laila was game for. As long as Andre maintained his loyalty to her brother and the slavers, his wish was Laila's command. His new wife was of course attractive. Andre had to admit Charlotte's body was luscious. But Lord Panvois had no interest in anything which took time away from Laila. The pleasure she could provide was indescribable, and the young governor was going to have as much of it as he possibly could. Charlotte had been on the island almost a year when things changed. Her husband was polite, if inattentive. So she filled her time with riding, and visiting friends on the island. Late one afternoon as she was riding alone, a man ran into her horse. He was a black man, tall and very thin. Charlotte had been coming around a curve on the riding path, so the man probably hadn't seen her. The man ran right into the side of her mount. He fell off to the side, and Charlotte was fortunate not to have been thrown. When she got her horse settled, Charlotte got a better look at the stranger. He was a very dark black, and he looked like he hadn't had a decent meal in weeks. He wore no shirt, and the rest of his clothes were basically rags. The man also had marks on his back as if he had been beaten. The lady tried to speak to the man, but the sounds he made were in no language she understood. Then, a gang of men, including six of her husband's uniformed guard, came running. They beat the black man, and hauled him away. As they were leaving, Charlotte shouted at one of the guards to stop. She asked him who the man was. When the guard told her that he was an escaped slave, the governor's wife was very confused. St. Dominique had no plantations, and the local farmers employed the natives. As far as Charlotte knew, there were no slaves on St. Dominique. Charlotte headed back home. As soon as she arrived she found her husband and told him what had happened. Then she asked for an explanation. Andre started to give Charlotte a story, but then he decided to tell her the truth. After all, it was too hard hiding things, and if she didn't like it, who would she tell. They were on an island after all. The governor's wife couldn't believe what she was hearing. SLAVERS??!!! They were the absolute scum of the earth. How could anyone of any breeding or class deal with them? But her husband simply told her that they paid him well, and as his wife, she would just have to live with it. Charlotte was going to continue the discussion, when Andre's guards came in. They told him that the prisoner was secured, and that all was prepared. Andre started to leave, but then he stopped and told his wife that she should accompany him. When she asked why, her husband told her that he was going to deal with that runaway slave. He needed to be made an example of so that no other slaves would try running. Andre and Charlotte were escorted to the docks. There, the man that had bumped into Charlotte was tied to a makeshift scaffold of some sort. He was still shirtless, and standing near him was a guardsman holding a huge, brutal looking whip. Along the dock were at least a hundred slaves. Each of them looking as ragged and starved as the prisoner. Also on the dock were about 20 armed men. Charlotte had never seen them before, but they were dark, cruel looking people. One of the men on the dock announced that this man would pay the penalty for escaping. He would be given 100 lashes. With that, he stepped back and the man with the whip drew it back. Charlotte knew that what was going to happen would be horrible, but she didn't at that point realize just how much damage a whip could do. Then the man swung the whip, and it cracked across the prisoner's back with a sound like a gunshot. And right after that, the poor black man screamed. Charlotte couldn't imagine a human being in that much agony. Where the whip had hit the prisoner, there was a long open gash already bleeding down his back. A moment later the whip swung again. There was the same sound and the same scream. Charlotte wanted to turn away but somehow she couldn't. The whip landed again and again. Crack! after Crack! was followed by screams which tore at Charlotte's sanity. Soon, the prisoner's back was simply a bloody mess, but still the whip kept striking. Somewhere around 20 or 25 lashes, the screaming became quieter. The prisoner simply moaned constantly, and he would barely even move as the whip landed. By 50, he was obviously unconscious. Charlotte was sure they would quit beating him, now that he was out, but the whipping just continued. Blow after blow landed on the comatose slave's back. Blood was everywhere. By the time the count was up to 80, Charlotte knew the man was dead. She couldn't understand why they would continue to beat a corpse, but they did. The full 100 lashes were administered. Then the dead slave was untied, and his body was simply thrown into the ocean. With all the blood oozing from the body, it didn't take long for the sharks to arrive and dispose of it. Andre actually congratulated the slavers on an excellent demonstration. After that example, surely none of these slaves would be foolish enough to try anything. Charlotte, however, was in shock. She had never seen anything so awful. The woman didn't know how she would do it, and she didn't know how long it would take, but Charlotte vowed right then and there that some day she would end this horrid practice. Her mind made up, Charlotte tried to think of what to do. Somehow, word of this had to get back to Paris. Surely if the king heard of this, Andre would be removed and this disgusting deal with these slaves would be ended. The only thing Charlotte could think to do was to get word to her father. He was a good man, and if she could send him proof of this abomination, he would know what to do. But she had to have proof. Just sending a letter wouldn't be enough. Without absolute proof, no one would believe a Lord capable of such a disgrace and lack of honor. That day, Charlotte decided to do two things. First, she would begin a journal and record everything she saw, starting with the way that poor wretch was so brutally killed. Second, she would try to find some record of the dealings that her husband had with those slavers. For just a moment, Charlotte wondered if she was being disloyal to her husband, but then she decided that he had certainly never treated her as a wife. Besides, this blasphemy that he was involved in went beyond anything any decent human being could be expected to defend, or even tolerate. The next week, Charlotte began to pay much more attention to what went on around the estate. If Andre had been paying attention to his wife he might have noticed, but Laila had so much of his attention that he never saw it. It actually took Charlotte about 10 days, but she finally found the person that was Andre's main liaison with the slavers. He was a weasly little man, who went back and forth constantly between the docks and the estate. She also noticed that he was stealing from her husband as well. Each ship that landed would pay him what appeared to be several gold pieces when they landed. The man would see that their ships were restocked. Then he would head back to the Governor's estate. But on the way, he would hide one or two of the gold pieces he had been paid. Charlotte continued to watch the man for another couple of weeks. Then she made up her mind to approach him. He obviously was willing to be bribed. And while she didn't have money, Charlotte did have other things to offer. Her husband didn't appreciate her, but maybe this disgusting little man would desire her enough to give her what she wanted. She had grown up in France, and she knew what a woman could do for a man. And besides, if that didn't work, there was always blackmail. Surely the little weasel would not want her husband to know about the money he was skimming off. Her plan made, Charlotte saw no reason to delay. A ship was due the next day. So when Andre's servant headed for the dock, Charlotte just went to his hiding place. Sooner or later, he would come there to hide the gold he stole. Sure enough, right at an hour later, the man arrived. When he first saw Charlotte, the little man didn't know what to say. Anyone else he had found there, he would have killed, but he didn't dare harm the governor's wife. So he tried to calm down, and then he just asked the lady what she wanted. Charlotte told him that she wanted whatever ledger her husband kept of his trades with the slavers. Surely he had to keep some sort of financial record. The man, whose name she found out was Daniel, told her that yes her husband did keep such a book. To his astonishment, Charlotte told him that she wanted him to steal it for her. Daniel just blinked for a moment, then all he could do was ask the lady what she wanted the book for, and why she thought he would get it for her. Charlotte said that she would send the book to her father in France, and as to why he should get it for her, well.... With that, Charlotte dropped to her knees in front of the little man. Then before he could react, she pulled his breeches to the ground, and took his organ into her mouth. Then she closed her lips over it, and began to suck. The little weasly man didn't know what to do or say. He had heard about women doing this, but he had never actually seen it, and he had certainly never experienced it. And it was wonderful. The woman was running her tongue all over his rod, and each time she would lick it, it sent shock ways all through his body. Charlotte hated what she was doing. The only time she had done this for a man before, it had been for her beloved William during that short glorious time they had had. But she had to stop what her husband was doing, and she would do whatever it took to accomplish that. It was unbelievable. Aside from what that tongue was doing to him, the constant suction on his cock was driving Daniel insane. He so wanted this to last, but he couldn't take much more. Finally, he just grabbed the governor's wife's head and pulled her to him as hard as he could. Then he began to shoot and shoot into her mouth. The lady felt the little man grab her head, and she knew what was coming. A moment later, the first blast of seed landed on her tongue. It was awful doing this for this horrid little man, but she had to make him think she was happy about this. So, Charlotte continued to suck that thing, as she swallowed down everything it shot out. Well, at least she had found a man who apparently did appreciate her skills. After he had fired every drop he could into that fantastic mouth, Daniel pulled his cock out of Charlotte's face and pulled his pants back on. Then as he tried to breathe normally again, he asked Charlotte exactly what she wanted him to do. Charlotte fought the nausea she felt from having that awful man's stuff in her mouth. She'd managed to swallow it all down, and now she had to seal the deal. The lady collected herself and told her new conspirator what he was to do. The following evening, she and her husband were to attend a banquet. While they were gone, Daniel was to go into her husband's quarters and steal the book. Then, she would meet him here the next morning and collect it from him. After thinking about it for a minute, Daniel agreed under two conditions. First, after he stole the book, he would go to her quarters. She would meet him there when she returned. He would give her the book in exchange for another session with her. Second, along with sending the book to her father, she would send a request for money. When her husband was removed, she would pay Daniel 100 gold pieces. The second part of the demand was easy. Charlotte's father was a wealthy man, and he would be more than willing to send that gold to his daughter. But to meet this awful, dirty man again. Dear GOD! But she had come this far, it had to be finished. She had sucked his filthy thing once, she could do it again. So Charlotte just nodded and told Daniel that they had a deal. The next night went off exactly as Charlotte planned. She and her husband left the estate by coach for the banquet. She had even seen Daniel waiting in the halls for them to leave. The biggest problem Charlotte had was controlling her emotions at the dinner. She couldn't do anything to make her husband realize than something unusual was going on. Four hours later, Charlotte returned to her room. It was dark and quiet, and for a moment she was afraid something had gone wrong. But when she lit a candle, there was Daniel holding a small book in his hand. Charlotte reached for the book, but Daniel pulled it back. Then he smiled, and told the lady that he expected to be paid before delivery. Charlotte knew what he meant, and also knew that there was no point in arguing. Once again, Charlotte lowered the little man's pants, and sucked his cock into her mouth. Her first thought, as she ran her tongue over the thing, was to wonder if this man ever bathed. He tasted vile. But she had to do this. So Charlotte licked and sucked and prepared to swallow another mouthful. But then, Daniel was pulling himself out of her mouth, and pulling Charlotte to her feet. She started to ask him what he wanted, but when he started to undress her she knew. GOD! The man wanted to actually have sex with her. The fact that she was married didn't bother her. She had lost all sense of loyalty to Andre. But to let this little weasel inside of her. On the other hand, if she didn't, this whole thing could still blow up in her face. So, Charlotte fought back the urge to push Daniel away, and allowed the horrible little man to remove her clothing. Charlotte & The Pirate Ch. 03 After she was naked, Daniel began to run his hands all over her. He fondled her breasts and played with them. Then he ran a hand between her legs and probed around inside her. There was nothing romantic about it. It was more like a child playing with a new toy. When he had squeezed her boobs for awhile, and finished poking around inside her, Daniel simply bent Charlotte over the bed and entered her from behind. At least she didn't have to look at him. She could feel his thing up inside her vagina. It was jammed all the way in there. Then Daniel was pulling it back and beginning to thrust in and out. Charlotte tried to take her mind off it, and think about other things. But she just couldn't distract herself from feeling that thing stuffed up inside her. In and out it went. Daniel began to grunt and groan, and his thrusts became harder and deeper. Charlotte knew that in a moment or two, this pathetic little man's seed would be spurting inside her. And she had to allow it. She was so close to victory. Charlotte would pay any price to end this barbaric practice, and if having this one man enjoy himself inside her body would accomplish it, then she would allow it. Daniel couldn't believe what he was doing. He was inside his master's beautiful wife. God, she was so tight and so hot. It was glorious. He thrust and thrust into that tight, warm hole. Then he couldn't take any more. He slammed in deep, and began to shoot deep inside of Charlotte. He kept himself lodged up there, until he knew that her wonderful little cunny had drained every last drop out of him. After that, he simply rearranged his clothes and quietly left the room. The book, he just left on the bed with Charlotte. It was over. Charlotte collected herself and stood up. She could still feel the liquid from that horrid man inside her, but she would get over it. She had the book. Tomorrow it would begin its voyage to Paris, and in a few months this horror would end. Satisfied, Charlotte went to sleep. The next morning, Charlotte awoke to a knock on her door. It was her husband asking her to come out. Quickly, she hid the ledger and opened the door. There was Andre with two of those dark skinned slavers. And to her astonishment Daniel was with them as well. Even worse, Daniel was smiling and Andre was actually laughing. "My dear, dear stupid wife. Did you really thing that Daniel here would betray me. You are such a fool. He wasn't stealing that gold you idiot, that was his cut of the profits. Did you think I wouldn't know exactly what each ship paid?" With that he slapped his wife right across her face. "YOU BITCH!!! Your maid told me what a whore you were. She told me how you had given yourself to that pirate. I didn't believe her then, but after seeing you trade your favors to betray me, I see she was telling the truth." Charlotte tried not to cry. Her face stung, and everything had gone wrong. She was really scared now. Andre looked very angry and she had no idea what he would do. But a minute later, he spelled it out. "So, you don't like the slave trade. Well perhaps that's because you haven't seen enough of it. But we're going to change that RIGHT NOW!" With that, Charlotte saw that one of the slavers had moved behind her. He was swinging something at her. She tried to avoid it, but it was too late. Charlotte felt something crack into the back of her head, and then everything went black. Charlotte & The Pirate Ch. 04 The following story is going to be at least a 10-parter, with each chapter in a different category. If you enjoy this story, I’m afraid you’ll have to go find each part. Hope it’s worth it. Part 1: Non-Erotic. Part 2: First Time Part 3: Loving Wives For a moment when Charlotte woke up, she was sure it was just a bad dream. But then the ache in her head convinced her that it was all very real. She found herself in a small, dark room. Charlotte got up, and staggered to the door. She was almost surprised to find it unlocked. When Charlotte left the room, she realized that she was on a ship. As she started to get her bearings, one of those dark men approached her. "Ah, I see you are awake now. You are lucky, we had sold our cargo and were heading home when we acquired you, so you will not be crowded in with all the other cargo." Cargo, what cargo? Did he mean slaves? "I'm not CARGO! I am the wife of the governor of St. Dominique!!" "You mean you were his wife. Now you are cargo. I purchased you from him for fifty pieces of gold. A low price I must admit, but he seemed in a hurry to dispose of you." Bought?? She'd been BOUGHT!!! But how? As despicable as slave trading was, everyone knew that slaves were black. How could this man possibly believe she was a slave? "Listen to me! I demand that you release me this instant. I'm a white woman, you can't sell me as a slave." "You are right, miss, in your lands I cannot sell you. But in my land I will sell you for a great profit. Many sheiks will pay great sums to own a beautiful woman like yourself. Now, may I suggest that you return to your quarters. It will be a long trip and it will be much more pleasant if you remain obedient during the voyage. Obey orders and behave and you will be treated well. As long as you remember that you are my property, you will be well fed and unharmed. However, if you insist on being difficult, well then punishment may be necessary. It is entirely up to you. You may return to your quarters now. Good Day." With that, the dark man turned and left. But there were other dark and unpleasant men standing around. For the time being, Charlotte thought it indeed best to return to her room. Once inside, she took a look around. She left the door ajar, and enough light came into her quarters for her to see. Charlotte found that she had been left a candle and flint, and soon she had light enough of her own. Quickly, she shut the door and tried to regroup. At least, as she looked around, Charlotte could see that some of her things had been sent with her. In the corner there was a box filled with some of her clothes. Not only that, but the dress that her journal was hidden in had been sent, and the journal was still there. Searching further, she found the quill and the small container of ink she had stashed as well. Of course, none of her jewelry had been sent. For a few days, Charlotte just remained in her cabin. Food was brought, and her plate and chamber pot were retrieved at regular times. Finally, though, she decided to explore a bit. When she emerged, there was no one around, so Charlotte began to explore. It did not appear that she was on a large ship, and soon she found stairs going up. A moment later, Charlotte found herself on deck. It was indeed a small ship. Charlotte could see a dozen of more men performing various tasks. The most upsetting thing was that it was a clear, sunny day, and Charlotte could not see land in any direction. What she could see, though were curved swords which were obviously there in case the ship was boarded. The lady had never used a blade, but Charlotte took one on the chance that it might come in handy. Then, as she turned, Charlotte heard a voice call her name. There was that same swarthy man who had said he owned her. As he approached, Charlotte pointed the blade at him. She told him that she would kill him if he came too close. To her surprise, the man just laughed at her. "My dear lady, we are on a ship. Where do you intend to go? Now put the blade down, and I will forgive this one discretion, otherwise, you will be punished severely." Charlotte just waved the blade and told him again to stay away. Then she asked where they were going. "Why we are going to the Fortress of Al Jazzar in Morocco. There you will be auctioned off, and I will make a great deal of money." Charlotte started to tell him what she thought of his plan, when two crewmen grabbed her from behind and disarmed her. They dragged her kicking and screaming back to her quarters. She tried everything she could to escape, but they were much too strong. When they arrived, her owner simply said that it was time for a lesson to be learned. With that, Charlotte was bent over her cot, and her skirt and undergarments were pulled to the floor. Then, before Charlotte could even react to having her private parts exposed to this awful man, what felt like a long stick smacked across her behind. God that HURT! Charlotte screamed and looked back. A tall man was standing behind her with what looked like a long wooden rod of some sort. And he was swinging it at her bottom again. WHACK!!! OH GOD IT HURT!!!! Charlotte screamed and screamed, but the beating just continued. She continued to be held down, as that man smacked her behind with that rod. Poor Charlotte was actually thinking they might kill her the way that slave was killed, when the switching finally stopped. She was still being held, but at least her behind was not being striped any longer. "I hope this lesson will be the last one you need. You are my property. Your body is mine to do with as I will." With that, Charlotte was released and the men exited her room. At that moment, Charlotte finally realized how hopeless things were. She reached back to rub her behind, and found that she was actually bleeding from the stripes which had been given her. And where she wasn't bleeding, the poor girl could actually feel the large welts already forming. Lord, her behind burned so badly. Right then, it just became clear to her how really helpless she was. And Charlotte laid down on her cot, and cried. The next day, the poor woman's bottom still hurt terribly. Gingerly she got dressed and headed out on deck. At least it was nice to see the sun. Then the man who had said he owned her, whom Charlotte had realized was the captain and leader of these slavers, came over to her. Without any question or invitation, he simply told Charlotte he wanted to see how she was healing. So right on deck, in front of everyone, he lifted her clothes to expose the lower half of her body. Charlotte couldn't help it, she didn't even really think about it. But as her private areas came into public view, she jerked away from the man. The next second, Charlotte was dragged over to the railing and bent over it. She could see the ocean below her, and for a moment, the lady was scared they would throw her overboard. But then her skirts were lifted, and that switch landed again on her behind. Oh GOD!!!!! If it had hurt before, now with her behind already severely welted, it felt like someone had set her on fire. Charlotte screamed and struggled, but the switch just kept landing. The sounds Charlotte was making were absolutely incoherent. Her bottom was in absolute agony. Stripe after strip landed, and Charlotte just kept screaming. Finally it ended. Charlotte realized that the man was still holding her skirts up, and that her behind was completely exposed. And right that minute, she didn't care at all. Anything was all right, as long as her bottom wasn't whipped again. They just held her there for a minute or two, to allow her to come back to her senses. Then her owner explained her new station to her. "It is obvious that you need a lesson in obedience. You are my property and your body belongs to me. So remove your clothing and show me my property." Charlotte thought about objecting, but the flames on her behind convinced her otherwise. Very shortly all her clothes were on the deck, and Charlotte stood naked in front of the entire crew. Then that horrid man told her to open her legs, and as soon as she did, he simply placed his hand over her private area. "I need to demonstrate my ownership of you in two ways. First, for the rest of this voyage you will wear no clothing outside your cabin. If I wish to touch you anywhere, in any manner I will do so and you will not object." With that he actually inserted a finger into Charlotte, who could only stand there impaled, while he continued. "Also, you need not fear anyone else on board. You are my property, and you will find that no one on this ship will touch what belongs to me. While they would happily use your lovely white body, none of the crew will dare insult me by using what is mine without my permission. Now, if all this is completely understood, and you do not wish to object again, you may return to your cabin. Good day." With that, he removed his finger from Charlotte's vagina, and walked away. Leaving her standing naked again, in front of every man in the crew. For a moment, Charlotte was truly scared that she would be raped by every member of the crew. But just as the captain said, no one touched her. Oh they leered and gestured at her. And, although she could not understand the language, they made what were obviously rude comments. But that was all, no one threatened her in any way. From that day on, Charlotte did as she was told. Whenever she wondered the ship, she was completely naked. For the first few days, it was very uncomfortable, but then it simply became routine. No one touched her, not even her owner, and after a while it simply became completely normal for her to be nude in front of everyone. The trip to the African coast would take over two months. Charlotte had become used to her new owner. He would talk to her occasionally as she walked around naked, but he had not touched her again. She was actually beginning to almost think fondly of him, when about three weeks later, she got a horrible reminder of just how brutal he could be. Thank God, she wasn't the object of his anger this time. She had been the cause of it, though, if indirectly. Charlotte had been walking on deck for awhile as usual, when she decided to return to her cabin. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, someone grabbed her and dragged her to a corner. It was dark below, and she couldn't see much, but she felt hands roaming her body. Then she was thrown down, and she could hear a man removing his clothing. Charlotte tried to scream, but she only got one quick sound out, before the man got her mouth covered. She was being wrestled to the ground, and Charlotte knew she finally was going to be raped, when several men grabbed her assailant and threw him to the ground. A moment later, the leader was there. He told his crew to bring the man on deck, and he told Charlotte to follow. She was a little dazed and frightened from her attack, but Charlotte obeyed. When they were up in the sun, the captain glanced at Charlotte to see that she was unharmed. Then he ordered the offending crewman stripped naked. The man struggled and screamed, but soon he was stripped and still held. After that, the captain ordered him to the railing. The man must have known what was coming, because he fought like a madman. Charlotte asked the captain what he was going to do. After all, she was unharmed. He had been stopped before he could do any real damage. The captain just glared back at her. "You little idiot. This has nothing to do with you. I could care less what happens to your body. If you were not mine, I would allow my crew to play whatever games they wished with you. But you are mine, and I cannot let this insult to my person go unpunished. For a man to use a woman who belongs to me without my permission is an assault on my manhood, and it must be paid back in kind. Since he has insulted my manhood, he will lose his." As the captain was talking, the prisoner was being forced to the railing. Several men held his arms, while other pushed him into the rail. He was pinned there so tightly that he couldn't move at all. Then the prisoner began to scream and plead for mercy, as he was lifted and pushed forward so that his genitals rested on the rail. Charlotte hadn't seen the captain pick up the sword. The first she realized that he was holding it, was when he swung it down. It impacted into the rail, and the man's penis and testicles fell into the ocean. The victim let loose one last inhuman wail, and then sagged in the arms of his captors. The crew released him, and he collapsed to the ground bleeding from his ruined groin. The man vomited on the deck, and Charlotte assumed his torture was over. But then a crewman moved over to the maimed man, with a lit torch in his hand. As he lowered the torch, the captain just laughed and told Charlotte that they could hardly allow the man to bleed to death. That wouldn't be humane. Then the mutilated man screamed again, as the crewman held the lit torch right to his bleeding crotch. The prisoner writhed and shrieked, but the torch was held to his flesh for several seconds. When it was pulled away, Charlotte could see that the bleeding had stopped, but the lower part of the man's body was blackened and blistered. Charlotte thought she would be sick. Yes this man had tried to rape her, but she couldn't imagine people who would do this to another human being. The captain turned to Charlotte, and told her that to spare her sensibilities he would be merciful. "Normally this man would be chained in his cabin. He would live about three days, screaming in agony, unable to piss. But because you will not wish to hear his screams, I will allow him to choose to die if he wishes. WELL DOG!!! You have until I count ten." Charlotte was shocked to see that the horribly maimed man was still conscious. He was still writhing in agony, but he seemed to understand what the commander had said. The victim rolled and struggled until he could reach the railing. Then with one last scream, he pulled his hands away from his groin and grabbed one of the posts holding the railing. Using the railing, he managed to pull himself past the post and fall into the ocean below. Charlotte was too far away to see where the man fell, and he simply disappeared as the ship sailed on. Still trying not to be sick from what she had seen, Charlotte struggled back to her cabin. The fact that she was still naked didn't even register. What kind of people were these? How could they enjoy making another person suffer like that? Charlotte lit her candle, and recorded what she had seen in her journal. Then she laid down, went to sleep, and prayed not to have nightmares over what she had seen. The next four weeks or so passed without incident. Charlotte became so accustomed to walking the decks naked, that by now it was seeming totally natural. None of the crew touched or threatened her in any way, although they would whistle and tell her how nice she looked. Even the captain had started telling her that she looked nice. Charlotte was happy that her owner was pleased with her, although she couldn't understand why it mattered to her. Another week or so went by, and the captain kept telling Charlotte how pleased he was with her. Charlotte practically beamed each time he praised her. She even recorded in her journal how happy she was, that she had finally begun to please her master. Then one day, the captain called Charlotte into his cabin. He didn't threaten her. He simply removed his robes, and told Charlotte to please him. Not only did Charlotte know exactly what to do, she was actually excited to have the opportunity. Now she would be able to make her owner truly happy. With that thought, she knelt down and took the captain's organ deep into her mouth. The slaver closed his eyes in pleasure. He hadn't really been sure what skills or experience this woman had, and he needed to find out. The man was very pleasantly surprised at her skill. She was sucking and licking his organ, and she definitely knew what she was doing. In a moment he would reward her by allowing her to swallow his seed. Charlotte kept her mouth working. She could feel her master's penis begin to jerk in her mouth, and she knew how much she was pleasing him. The lady continued to suck and suck. She had to prove her worth to her owner. There it was. The first spurt of his cum landed on her tongue. Charlotte swirled it around in her mouth and swallowed it down. Then she continued to suck on the rod in her mouth, while it spurted more and more syrup down her throat. Charlotte made sure that she had drained every last possible drop from her master, before she released his organ from between her lips. Then the most wonderful thing happened, her owner patted her on the head and told her that she had done well. Charlotte left his cabin in ecstasy. She had to get back to her cabin and record how she had been praised by her owner. The next day, Charlotte was called back to the leader's cabin. Once again he told her that she needed to please him. Charlotte immediately dropped to her knees, but the captain quickly told her that was not what he wanted. Charlotte looked confused and hurt. Was her master unhappy with her? No, not at all, he simply told her that she needed to learn to dance for him. This was confusing. Charlotte really wasn't sure what was being asked of her, but her owner patiently explained what was needed. She would dance and display her body for him. Well Charlotte had never done anything like that, but if it would please him then she would try. Her first effort was awkward. Charlotte simply stumbled around the room, occasionally turning towards and away from her master. Gradually, though, he taught her what was required. How she was to come close, and lean over him so that her breasts hung down in front of his face. How she was to turn away from him and bend slightly, so that her bottom was jutting towards him. How she was to make that bottom move around while she displayed it. And finally how she was to come towards him and move her legs apart, so that her private parts were exposed and available. Charlotte struggled to learn this new skill. It seemed very important to her master, so she needed to master this task. The dancing lessons continued for days. Charlotte would come to the master's cabin naked. Then she would dance and present her body to him. After a while, she became quite good at it. She could see from his eyes, that her breasts were fascinating him as she dangled her nipples just inches from his face. Then she would turn so that her round bottom was towards him. She would stick it out back at him, and then she would make it move in gentle circles. Finally, Charlotte could actually see her master lick his lips, as she moved close to him and exposed her vagina to his gaze. There was no shame in exposing herself to him. Rather there was the absolute ecstasy of pleasing the man who owned her. Her last day of dancing ended differently. Everything was the same, until she had presented her private area to him for the fourth time. That time, her master moved his robes out of the way, and Charlotte could see his penis standing hard and tall. She didn't need to be told what to do. Quickly, she lowered herself onto her master's lap, and made sure that his rod entered her body. Charlotte screamed in absolute joy. She had her master inside her body. She couldn't believe how she had been rewarded. Charlotte moved up and down on her owner's organ. Thoughts of her own pleasure never entered her mind. Her only goal was to please this man. She moved around, and squeezed down on the rod inside her. As she did, she opened her eyes enough to see that her master was indeed pleased. With that knowledge, Charlotte began to work even harder. She squeezed her tunnel as tight as she could, and pushed her body down so that she could engulf as much of her master as possible. Then came the ultimate reward. Her master thrust deep into her body, and spurted his seed up into her tunnel. Surely her life had reached perfection. Charlotte had been rewarded with her master's juice. At that moment she could think of nothing more important in existence. Charlotte & The Pirate Ch. 04 The next day the ship approached land. Charlotte was called on deck, where she arrived naked as usual. Her master was there and she could see the coast fast approaching. Then her master was asking her if she still wished to please him. How could he ask such a thing, of course she wished to please him. There was nothing more important in life to her. So the captain told her that if she really wanted to please him, he would like her to show the crew how she could dance before the voyage ended. Charlotte never even gave it a second thought. If that was what her master wanted, then that was what she would do. The men were gathered, sitting in a circle with Charlotte inside. She began to dance around the circle going from man to man. She would approach one man, and push her breasts almost into his face. While another man would have her beautiful behind going around and around right in front of him. Still another lucky man, would have her in front of him displaying herself so that he could see all of her private parts. Charlotte made pass after pass around the circle, but the men never tired of having that beautiful woman display herself to them. Finally, though, the captain called a halt and sent Charlotte back to her cabin. Charlotte did as she was told of course, and headed back to her room. She didn't realize the captain was following her, and was very surprised to turn and find him in her room with her. The woman assumed that her master desired her body, and she moved towards him, but the captain pushed her away. Charlotte almost began to cry. How had she displeased him? But her master assured her that he was most pleased with her. "In a few hours, we will dock. You will dress and accompany me from the ship. It is most important that you remember your dance. Once ashore, you will be shown to several important men, and it will please me greatly if you will dance for them." That would be her pleasure, Charlotte assured her master. If it was important to him that she dance for these men, then she would do so, and she would dance as well as she possibly could. Her master assured her that he had absolute faith in her obedience and her talent. Then he left her to dress. Charlotte searched for her most beautiful dress, but before she put it on, she made sure to record in her journal what her master wanted, and how pleased he was with her. The slave master returned to his cabin. The voyage had gone perfectly. The aristocratic woman had been broken, and would now obey every command. She would dance before the sheiks at the auction, and he would become a very wealthy man. The captain was still smiling as the ship approached the dock and the crew made ready to drop anchor. Charlotte & The Pirate Ch. 05 The following story is going to be at least a 10-parter, with each chapter in a different category. If you enjoy this story, I'm afraid you'll have to go find each part. Hope it's worth it. Part 1: Non-Erotic. Part 2: First Time Part 3: Loving Wives Part 4: Exhib & Voy * * * * * The Fortress of Al Jazzar. It was actually a series of walls overlooking the harbor. On top of the walls were over fifty guns. No hostile ship could approach the harbor without being blown out of the water long before it reached the dock. Inside the walls was a bazaar where slaves were bought and sold. The slave ship sailed into this forbidding harbor, with Charlotte aboard. As soon as they docked, the captain led his slave to her new quarters. Charlotte wasn't sure what to say. Her room was luxurious. There was a soft bed, and a basin with fresh water and soaps. There was even a tub for bathing. Surely her master was the most generous man in the world. The captain had Charlotte's things from the ship brought to her. She was told to clean up and rest. "Tomorrow, I will bring you what I wish you to wear. You will bathe, perfume, and dress. Then I will escort you to the main hall. There you will dance for eight of the most important men in the world. Dance well, and I will be most pleased." "Oh master, I will dance for them. Anything to please you." Then the slave master retired, and to Charlotte's shock, three servant girls appeared. They brought hot water, and filled the bath for Charlotte. The lady couldn't believe the sheer ecstasy of being able to take a hot bath again. Charlotte stayed in the tub for almost an hour, and whenever the bath would begin to cool, the girls would bring fresh, hot water. When she was done, Charlotte got up, and the girls immediately began to dry her. Then they brought her a clean robe, and left her alone in her room. Charlotte went through her things, and to her joy, she found her journal and ink still hidden in the one dress. She didn't really know why she was keeping these things, but somehow she knew they were important. Anyway, Charlotte recorded how wonderful the day had been, and then she went to sleep. The next morning, her master appeared at her door. With him was a long dress of shimmering silk. The dress was thin, and iridescent. The captain told Charlotte she was to bathe again. The girls would attend her and dress her. When she was ready, her new maids would escort her to the hall where she was to dance. As he left, the same three girls returned, with more steaming water for the bath. Charlotte was delighted to obey her master's wishes. The bath was such a joy. The hot water just made her feel pleasant all over, and the girls had put some delightful perfume in the water as well. When she emerged from the tub, the girls had soft towels with which they dried Charlotte from head to toe. Then one of the girls dabbed some liquid all over Charlotte's body. The lady didn't know what it was, but it smelled heavenly. After Charlotte was clean and perfumed, she was taken over to a chair. When she sat down, one of the maids began to apply lather to her private area. Charlotte asked what was happening, and the maid simply told her that it was the master's wish. That was enough for Charlotte and she just sat back and let the maids work. The maids finished soaping Charlotte's vaginal region. Then one of them produced a razor and begin to trim the fur around that area. When they had finished, the maids gently washed down Charlotte's privates and then applied the perfume to that area as well. After her grooming, the maids brought Charlotte her dress. Charlotte asked about undergarments, but was told that none were to be worn, only the beautiful gown. Then the maids helped Charlotte into the dress, and then took her to the mirror. The sight was stunning. The dress covered everything and nothing at the same time. One couldn't quite see through it, but shadows of every inch of Charlotte's body showed through the shimmering silk. She could even see the dark areas of her nipples and pubic region, although the details of the areas could not be viewed. The final touch was a pair of lovely sandals, and Charlotte was ready. Her maids led her from her room, to a large hall. There, in the center of the room was a huge banquet table. Around the table were numerous men, all in very expensive clothing, with servants in attention at all times. Standing in the room, Charlotte could see her master. He was not sitting at the table, rather he was addressing the men, in that foreign tongue which Charlotte could still not understand. Then he was pointing at Charlotte and telling her to dance. As he gave the command, music began to fill the room. Charlotte realized that musicians had begun to play in one of the corners of the room. The tune was lovely, and Charlotte began her dance to its rhythm. She approached the first man, and got as close to him as she could without touching him. She bent over him, and allowed her breasts to get so close to his face, that the silk covering her nipples actually brushed his lips. After that she turned, and as she danced toward the next sheik, she moved her bottom around in front of both men. When she was in front of the next man, she leaned back and parted her legs. The only thing hiding her vagina from her audience, was the thin silk that had fallen between her legs. The man watching her could actually see glimpses of pink flesh, shimmering through the gown. Charlotte continued her dance around the table. It was obvious that her audience was fascinated with her. She was asked to dance again and again. Finally, when she had lost count of the number of times she had teased each man, her master retrieved her and took her aside. He led her to a corner of the room and told her to wait there. And he told her that she had done very well. Then he went back over to the table, and a great deal of loud talking began. Charlotte couldn't understand what was being said, but a long argument seemed to ensue. Then one of the men appeared to have won the discussion, and the room became quiet. Afterwards, her master returned and took her back to her room. The captain was thrilled beyond words. The lady had performed better than he'd imagined she could. All the sheiks were enchanted and they all had to have her. The bidding went on for almost fifteen minutes. When it was over, Charlotte had been sold to Sheik Galad Al Taran, for the price of forty-two thousand pieces of gold. It was an amazing sum, and the captain had become wealthy beyond his dreams. Charlotte had just finished recording how she had pleased her master again, when he arrived and told her to dress and gather her things. The lady removed the silken gown, and put on one of her normal outfits. Then she gathered her clothes, still being sure her journal was secure, and went off find her owner. She found him standing with one of the men she had danced for. They appeared to be talking, and the man looked extraordinarily happy. The captain told Charlotte she was to accompany this man from the fortress. Charlotte pleaded with her beloved master not to send her away, but he explained that she had been sold to this man and that he was her new master. The lady broke into tears. She begged her master to tell her how she had displeased him. "You little fool, you haven't displeased me at all. You have made me a very rich man. Now go with this sheik and serve him as you would me." With that, her master left, and her new owner escorted her from the halls. In a daze, Charlotte simply followed him outside the fortress. There, under the bright sun, was a caravan of camels and servants. Charlotte was led into a carriage, and when she was inside, the caravan departed. Charlotte was so lost. Why had her master sold her? Hadn't she pleased him? She had devoted her whole life to pleasing him. Her whole life... HER WHOLE LIFE!!!!!! WHAT WAS SHE SAYING???? DEAR GOD!!! What had happened to her? Somehow the shock of being sold, brought it all back to Charlotte. She began to remember her previous life. She wasn't a slave. She was a French lady. Still, that wouldn't help her here. Here she was a slave, and until she found some way to escape, she had to be careful. She had seen what these people were capable of doing, and she didn't expect that her new master was any nicer. The rest of the trip was spent with Charlotte reading and writing in her journal. She was still trying to understand what had happened to her. How had she so accepted being that man's slave? Somehow, though, between the horrors she had seen, and the way he had paraded her naked, it had just become how life was. Well it was over now, and Charlotte had to make sure that it never happened again. She was likely going to have to do things as a slave, but she would never again give her mind and being to a master. Sheik Al Taran's domain was actually very near the fortress. In less than a day, the caravan reached his palace. And a palace was the only way that Charlotte could view this home. It was beautiful, and it was huge. The entire outside surface appeared to be made of white marble, and it simply sparkled in the sun. Charlotte was taken inside where she was escorted to the women's quarters. There she met several other women, all obviously slaves, and was given a bed of her own. Charlotte had a bed, a small closet, and a piece of furniture for storage. This appeared to be identical to what every other woman in the hall had. Actually, the hall appeared to be some sort of dormitory, with living areas lined up along the walls. In an adjacent room, Charlotte found bathing and cleaning facilities. The lady looked around as she tried to settle in. There appeared to be a dozen or so other women living here. All except one, were that same dark tone as the men who had brought her here. None of these women spoke French or English, and while Charlotte was trying to learn the language, she still couldn't understand them enough to converse. But the other woman was white, and when Charlotte spoke to her, she turned out to be English. Her name was Priscilla, and she had been the maid to an English Lord and Lady. However, her masters had gambled with some of these people, and had lost a great deal of money. In exchange for the debt, Priscilla had been given as a slave to the sheik. She had been here for over two years now, and had no hope of ever leaving. Charlotte asked her what would happen to her, and Priscilla told her the situation. "We belong to the sheik. Most days we do nothing. We are well fed and well treated, but we are not allowed to leave this room. Every few days, one of us will be called to the sheik's quarters. There we serve him in any way he asks. And he asks some awful things. But you will do whatever he says. Any refusal, no matter how slight, will get you punished. And the punishments are terrible. He will not mark you, but he will do things to you that will make you scream to God to be allowed to die. I was punished only once, and I have never even questioned his requests again." "Also, he may occasionally offer you to a visitor. You must obey him as you would the sheik. But aside from that, we are left to ourselves. We may talk and do as we like in here, and new clothes, soaps, and perfumes arrive frequently. They are brought by two men who are the only two people who ever enter here. I believe they are eunuchs. Try to learn the language. It helps to be able to talk." Charlotte was delighted to find that Priscilla had arranged to take the bed next to hers. Over the next couple of days, they became good friends, as Charlotte tried to adjust to her new surroundings. Then, on the third day, Charlotte was called to the sheik. The large men, and they were indeed eunuchs, simply entered the room and announced that Charlotte was wanted by the sheik. Charlotte couldn't understand everything they said, but she caught her name, and the meaning was clear enough. The lady took a deep breath, and then stood up. Without another word, she followed her escort from the room. It was actually quite a long walk to the sheik's rooms. Charlotte tried to remember the way, but there were so many twists and turns it was hopeless. Finally, they arrived at a set of large double doors. The two men with her did not even knock, they simply opened them, escorted Charlotte into the room, and then turned and left without saying a word. The room was amazing. It was as big as some houses Charlotte had been in. The bed was twice the size of any she had seen, and the cushion appeared to be silk, filled with goose down. The furniture in the room was of fine woods, with jewels embedded in it. There wasn't as much style to it, as there was sheer wealth. It must have cost a tremendous amount of gold just to furnish this room. Sitting on the bed facing her was the sheik. This was the first chance Charlotte had really had to look at him. He was of medium height and build, and dark in color. He appeared to be in his forties, but it was hard to tell. He had dark hair mixed with gray, and a short, pointed beard which was graying as well. Physically, he was not an overpowering sight, but there was something about his eyes. His eyes were cold. There was no feeling in them whatever. Charlotte knew that this man was every bit as merciless as the others she had met. He would demand what he wanted, and if it wasn't forthcoming, he would have no qualms about making his displeasure known in whatever manner suited him. Charlotte felt no attraction to this man, but she knew she had better please him. She didn't know exactly what he would do if he was unhappy with her, and she didn't want to find out. The sheik simply removed his clothes and sat on the bed, with his legs hanging off. Then he signaled for Charlotte to come to him. There wasn't much question about what he wanted, and Charlotte unhappily came over to give it to him. Charlotte undressed, and then she walked over to the sheik, knelt down in front of him, and took his penis in her mouth. Charlotte despised this person, but she had no desire to find out what he would do to her if she refused. So she sucked and sucked, and worked her tongue along his rod. Then, to her surprise, he pulled out of her mouth. Charlotte was confused for a moment, but then he was pushing her up to the bed, until she was bent over with her upper body laying on it. A moment later, Charlotte felt the sheik enter her vagina from behind. The woman hated allowing this man to use her body like this, but at least she didn't have to look at him. She tried to think about anything else, while this bastard rammed in and out of her hole. Then, she was jolted back to reality, as he pulled his rod from her vagina, and set the head at her other opening. GOD! He wanted to bugger her. No one had ever done that to Charlotte, and when he pushed against her nether hole, it HURT! Charlotte couldn't help it, she screamed "NOOO!!!!" Then, to her utter amazement, the sheik pulled away and actually stopped. For a minute, Charlotte thought the man was actually displaying some kindness. But then he clapped his hands, and those two large men returned to the room. Before she could even move, the two men had picked Charlotte up and thrown her on her back, onto the bed. Then they simply lay across her so that she couldn't move. Charlotte couldn't imagine what was happening. She was trapped on her back on the bed, with the very lowest parts of her legs over the edge. A moment later, the sheik growled something at her. Charlotte looked up, and the man was holding a wicked looking leather strap of some kind. Charlotte struggled, but she couldn't move an inch. Then the sheik moved out of her sight and she struggled to see what he was doing. It was only a second or two later that Charlotte screamed in horrible pain, as the leather strap was slashed right across the soles of her feet. The woman couldn't believe how bad that hurt. Then the strap hit again. Charlotte writhed and pushed, but she just couldn't move. Again and again that strap bit into her feet. Charlotte screams turned to the kind of howls an animal might make. Nothing had ever hurt as bad as that whip on her feet. The woman began to beg for mercy, but the sheik would have none of it. He continued to whip and slash at Charlotte's defenseless feet. Fully twenty stripes were landed on the soles of the lady's feet, before the sheik threw the whip aside and commanded his servants to take Charlotte back to the women's quarters. The two men lifted Charlotte off the bed, but she couldn't stand. The moment her feet touched the floor, she screamed again and fell to the ground. The servants never said a word, they simply picked Charlotte up and carried her out. When they arrived back at her quarters, they just dumped Charlotte on the ground, and signaled for some other woman to follow them. A moment later, they were gone, and Charlotte was writhing in pain, grabbing at her poor ruined feet. Priscilla ran over and scooped Charlotte up. She was a sturdy woman, and was able to pick up the French lady with little effort. She carried Charlotte over, and laid her on her own bed. Then she ran to the bath and returned with wet cloths. She spent the next half-hour cleaning and caring for Charlotte's poor feet. The English girl worked on Charlotte, until she was finally able to stop crying. Then she laid Charlotte down, and tried to wipe the tears from her eyes. The French girl was really so pretty, and so nice. Priscilla couldn't help herself, she bent down and kissed Charlotte. For a second, Charlotte didn't know what to do. She was not a Lesbian, but affairs between women were not uncommon at the French court. Certainly, Charlotte was not disgusted or shocked by the advance. In fact, she had just been kissed by the only person in ages who had shown Charlotte any kindness at all. So, after a very short hesitation, Charlotte reached up to pull Priscilla to her, and kissed her back. Charlotte was still completely naked, and Priscilla was so thrilled that the lady had returned the kiss. Gently, she pulled Charlotte to where she was sitting, and then the two women proceeded to simply kiss and caress each other. Afterwards, Priscilla went back to look at Charlotte's feet. They were very angry looking, red and blistered. Priscilla washed them again with warm water, and then she gently kissed Charlotte's toes. After that, she slowly kissed her way up the French woman's legs. Priscilla wasn't sure how Charlotte would react, but the lady wasn't doing anything to stop her. When she reached the juncture of Charlotte's legs, Priscilla gently planted her lips on Charlotte's lightly furred furrow. All Charlotte could do was purr. That felt good, and it had been so very long since something had felt good. Priscilla was getting bolder now, and Charlotte could feel her actually running her tongue along her whole private area. Charlotte couldn't help hissing each time Priscilla would hit her little love button. Then Charlotte let out a shriek of ecstasy as Priscilla plunged her tongue right up inside her. Oh, that felt so good. Priscilla kept working her tongue in and out of Charlotte, and the pain in her feet seemed to just fade away. Priscilla was so happy. This beautiful woman was pleased by her efforts. It was going to be so nice to have a friend here. She continued to run her tongue in and out of the woman's passage. She was getting so wet, that Priscilla had to swallow a bit of her juices in order to keep at it. But the woman was so sweet, Priscilla was delighted to do it. Charlotte was going to cum. God that felt so wonderful. The woman just relaxed and let it happen. It would let her forget where she was for at least a moment or two, and God knows she needed something pleasurable. That tongue plunged in, and then swiped up to her button. Priscilla kept repeating that move, and about the fourth time, Charlotte went off. She just moaned and panted, and her body arched in orgasm. Then Charlotte just sagged back onto the bed in contentment. Charlotte & The Pirate Ch. 05 Priscilla climbed up her body, and Charlotte just pulled her to her and kissed her. She supposed she was tasting her own juices, but Charlotte didn't care. This woman was the most wonderful thing she had found in the God forsaken place. She threw here arms around Priscilla and hugged her close. Within seconds, Charlotte was asleep with her new lover held tightly to her. The next day, Priscilla was called to the sheik. There were tears in her eyes when she returned. She had allowed him to do as he wished, so she had avoided punishment. But he had used her in every opening, and she was hurt and humiliated. This time it was Charlotte who came over and comforted her friend. In moments, Priscilla was lying on the bed, and it was Charlotte who was covering her body in kisses. Charlotte had no qualms about pleasing this wonderful woman. She kissed and stroked her small breasts, and then kissed her way down her abdomen. When she reached her thighs, Charlotte put her head between them, and began to work her tongue the way Priscilla had worked it on her the previous day. It was wonderful to hear Priscilla moan in pleasure, as Charlotte would swipe her tongue over her little button. She got a really great reaction, when she sucked the entire little thing right into her mouth. Then, before Priscilla could settle, Charlotte plunged her tongue as far as she could, right up the woman's love tunnel. It was so nice. Priscilla's juices were so sweet, and Charlotte loved the way she was making her lover writhe in pleasure. Charlotte kept her tongue working, and in minutes she was rewarded as she felt Priscilla's vagina clamp down on her tongue, as the woman yelled and jerked in orgasm. While Priscilla regained her breath, Charlotte moved up and snuggled in beside her. This time, it was Priscilla who drifted happily off to sleep in the arms of love. The next three days or so were uneventful. The two new lovers spent most of their time together. On the fourth day, however, the sheik sent for Charlotte once again. Apparently, he had decided that she had had enough time to heal. Charlotte was still limping a bit, as once again she was escorted to her owner's rooms. This time she simply did as she was told. She took his organ in her mouth and sucked as ordered. Then she allowed it to be embedded within her vagina. And, finally, she endured having that thing jammed into her body anally. After the sheik had finished using her body, Charlotte was returned to the ladies' area. There, once again, Priscilla helped Charlotte forget about the day's abuse. Life went on that way for months. The two lovers grew even closer. When either of them was called by the sheik, she would stoically endure the various invasions of her body, knowing that the other one would help take away the misery as soon as she got back. Over that time, Charlotte learned to speak the language. She also learned the taste of every beautiful inch of Priscilla's body. And she knew the feel of Priscilla's tongue on every inch of hers. The only delight either woman had was the feel of her lover's hands and tongue, and the joy of trying to find new and exciting ways to please each other. Charlotte had been called to service the sheik many times. By now she was pretty much used to taking him in whatever orifice he wanted to use. She would get through it by thinking about Priscilla, who was waiting to make everything better when she returned. But then one afternoon, Charlotte was called to the sheik along with another girl. When she got there, the sheik was in his room, along with another man. The man was obviously European. The sheik was telling him to undress, and that the girls would be happy to serve them. In fact, there was a French girl for him, just as he had requested. Charlotte wanted to say something to the man, but there was no time. The two men's pants were down, and Charlotte knew she had better start sucking. The lady came over to the man, and quickly got his penis in her mouth. But then, before she had hardly started working, the man whispered to her in French and asked if she was the Lady Charlotte Panvois. Charlotte almost choked on the man's rod in shock. She started to come up and say something, but the man quickly pushed her back down on his rod. "Keep sucking, if he realizes what we're saying, we're both dead. If you are Charlotte just nod." Charlotte quickly bobbed her head up and down, while she kept the man's rod in her mouth. Meanwhile, the man kept whispering to her. "I'm sorry, but you're going to have to keep doing that. After we cum, the sheik will take his woman off and have him clean her, then we can talk. In the meantime, I'm afraid you'll just have to suck me off." That was no problem for Charlotte, the sheik has sent many loads down her throat. She'd happily take one from this Frenchman, if he could help her. A short time later, Charlotte was indeed swallowing his load down. Across the room, she could hear the sheik spending in his girl's mouth as well. A moment after that, the sheik did leave with his slave, and Charlotte and the stranger were left alone in the room. "Listen, I don't have much time. I was sent to find you by your father. He heard you were missing and became concerned. I traced you here, and now that I've found you, I'll report back to your father. I'm sorry I can't get you out of here now, but I will need your father's help to do that." Charlotte told the man that she understood, and that she was so grateful to him for helping her. She asked him if he needed anything, and the man said that he could use whatever she had that would prove who she was. Charlotte told him that she had exactly what he needed, but that she would have to return to her quarters to get it. "That won't be a problem. I'll tell the sheik that I was so fascinated by you, that I want your services again. Tomorrow he'll have you brought to me, and you can give me your proof." Then the sheik was returning. The man began telling Charlotte's master how wonderful Charlotte had been, and how much he appreciated his host's generosity. As Charlotte was escorted out, she could hear her benefactor requesting another visit from her the following day. As soon as she got back, she told Priscilla what had happened. There was someone who was going to help them. They were going to be RESCUED!! Oh not immediately, but soon. It was going to happen. With that, the two women proceeded to celebrate the only way they knew how. Within seconds, Priscilla and Charlotte's lips were locked together. After kissing passionately, they began to explore each other's bodies with their mouths. Shortly, each woman had made her way to the other's love passage. Each lady was purring as she plunged her tongue up inside her partner, while she felt the other's tongue working magic inside her own tunnel. The two women were both writhing and moaning, as each did her best to please her partner. This was the best way they had found to help each other feel loved, rather than abused and degraded. So both tongues were whipping away at both vaginas with an absolute frenzy. It was impossible to tell which woman went first. But after a while, both Charlotte and Priscilla were humping themselves against the other one's mouth as hard they could. Finally, both women wiped the juice from their faces, and then embraced each other. They just lay there holding each other for the longest time. The next evening, Charlotte was indeed called back to the sheik. What's more, Priscilla was called with her. Charlotte made sure to hide her journal in her clothes before she left the room. Then the two women made their way across the palace to their master's rooms. Sure enough, both the sheik and the Frenchmen were naked and waiting for them. As soon as they arrived, Sheik Al Taran told the ladies to sit on their laps. Charlotte's heart sank. She hated this more than she hated just about anything else. What the sheik meant was for the girls to lift their dresses and then climb aboard the men. But when the girl sat down, she was to make sure that the man's penis went up her bottom hole. Then the lady was to just sit there, with the man's thing up her butt. The sheik had made Charlotte do this a few times before. Once he had conducted a meeting with his staff, while Charlotte was sitting impaled on his lap. She had had his rod stirring around in her guts for over an hour. It had taken a lot of consolation from Priscilla to get her over that one. Charlotte really didn't want to do that again. Charlotte could see poor Priscilla taking her seat on the sheik. She could tell from the tears forming in her eyes, when the sheik's pole was making its way up her backside. Charlotte felt terrible as she saw the look of pain and shame on Priscilla's face as she came to rest on the sheik's lap. Then it was her turn. Charlotte started to climb on the Frenchman, but then she realized he might not know the rules. And if he did, surely he was her friend, he wouldn't insist on that awful thing. So Charlotte climbed on the man's lap, but instead of up her anus, she guided his rod right into her vagina. Charlotte had no desire to have sex with the man, but it was far better than having that thing rooting up her bottom. As soon as she was on board, Charlotte heard the man whispering to her in French. He was asking her if she had brought the proof. Charlotte didn't say anything. She just reached under her dress, and carefully handed the man her journal. With her body hiding what he was doing, Charlotte's friend carefully dropped the book into his clothes. Then, to Charlotte's horror, the man inside her cunny asked her if she wasn't supposed to be doing something else with his stick. Charlotte didn't know what to say, but the man just whispered that he thought she was supposed to have it up her bung, not her cunny. The lady tearfully told him that he was right, but that she hated that. If he just wouldn't say anything the sheik would never know. "I'm sorry my dear, but the sheik is my host. It would be dishonorable for me to keep something like that from him. Besides, your friend is obviously doing what she's supposed to. Now please, don't make me tell my host that there's a problem." Oh GOD! Why was this man doing this? He was supposed to be her friend. Well he said it was a matter of honor. That didn't sound exactly right to Charlotte, but her whole world was so insane that she couldn't argue. And there was no way she was risking punishment of any kind from her master again. So Charlotte took a deep breath and prepared to be buggered. Charlotte stroked the man with her cunt a couple of times, while she managed to sneak her hand under her dress. Then she lifted up high enough for the penis to escape from her passage. When it was free, she gripped it and pointed it at her other opening. Once it was nuzzling her poor little anus, Charlotte lowered her bottom back down and let her own weight force that stick right up her innards. It always felt so awful, feeling that thing worming its way up her guts. Finally, Charlotte felt her bottom land on the man's lap. At least the pole was up as far as it would go. Priscilla and Charlotte continued to sit with their bottoms plugged, while the two men just talked. The Frenchman thanked the sheik for his hospitality, and the sheik told the man to give his regards to his good friend the governor. Then both men just laughed. As she listened, Charlotte realized that she didn't even know this man's name. And who was the governor? Oh well, it didn't matter. He was taking her journal to her father, and within a very few months, she would be rescued. Then Charlotte was jolted out of her thoughts when the man grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down hard. At least another inch of penis was forced up into her rear passage. Charlotte hissed back and asked him what he was doing. The man just told her that he wanted to get a little more up her butt. Considering everything, he didn't think she'd really mind. Charlotte really did mind, but there was nothing to do about it. She already had the additional inch stuffed up inside her. Besides she didn't dare do anything to upset this man, since he was her only hope of ever getting out of here. After they had finished talking, the sheik told both ladies to get moving. That meant they were to start moving around on the poles, until they each had gotten a load shot up their butts. Priscilla and Charlotte both started moving up and down, and wiggling. It didn't take long. Within minutes, each lady had a large prick spewing up inside her guts. After they were done, the men pulled the women off their laps. When the girls were unplugged, the sheik had them sent back to their room. When they were back, Charlotte told Priscilla about giving that man her journal. They were going to be rescued. In the meantime though, both girls had very sore bottomholes. So very shortly, both women were lying down, and each had a friendly tongue working to soothe her angry abused anus. Each lady worked her tongue as far up her lover's bottomhole as she could get it. They both wanted to leave each other with more pleasant feelings up there. While this was going on, the Frenchman was saying goodbye to his host. He had gotten dressed, and carefully slipped the journal into his jacket. He shook the sheik's hand one last time, and then was escorted out. The sheik's guards would take him back to the fortress where a ship was waiting for him. By the following morning the man would be on board and beginning his journey home. The ship would take him straight to St. Dominique. Charlotte & The Pirate Ch. 06 The following story is going to be at least a 10-parter, with each chapter in a different category. If you enjoy this story, I'm afraid you'll have to go find each part. Hope it's worth it. Part 1: Non-Erotic. Part 2: First Time Part 3: Loving Wives Part 4: Exhib & Voy Part 5: Lesbian * * * * * Jacques Sartan. That was the name of the man Charlotte had given her journal to. Jacques had indeed been sent by the Comte de Filleaux. He was a new squire on the Count's lands, and he had indicated that he wanted to see the world. So his master had sent him on a trip to St. Dominique to check on his daughter. He was to take his greetings to Charlotte and report back on how she and her husband were doing. The trip to the island had been quite uneventful, but to his surprise, Jacques had been unable to find the governor's wife. She never left the estate, and no one on the island had seen her in months. Finally, completely confused, Mssr. Sartan decided to pay a visit to the governor. Presenting himself at the estate, Jacques simply announced that he was a visitor from Paris. Within moments he was being taken to the governor. The next three days were spent talking with Lord Panvois, and learning what had happened to his wife. When he was convinced he understood everything, Mssr. Sartan sailed back to France. As they were going through pirate waters, the governor had insisted that Jacques be taken on one of his warships. No pirates were sighted, however, and a few weeks later, Jacques Sartan arrived back in France. As soon as the ship had docked, the squire had ridden back to his master's lands as fast as he could. The roads were dangerous, but Jacques had two of Lord Panvois' personal guards with him. Upon arriving, Jacques found the count as quickly as possible. Frantically, he told the old man how his beautiful daughter had been sold into slavery in Africa. The Comte D'Ormond had wanted to gather his men, but Jacques convinced him there was no time. They needed to get to Paris quickly and see the king. Charlotte had to be rescued as soon as possible. God knew what terrible things she was enduring. Francois D'Ormond couldn't bear to think of his lovely Charlotte as a slave. He grabbed his coat, and followed the men to their horses. He had a stableboy bring him his mount, and within minutes the four men were on the road to Paris. At top speed, the ride would take over a day, and the men pushed their horses as hard as they could. About twenty miles away from the D'Ormond estate, Jacques' horse pulled up lame. He dismounted and went to check the horse's leg. He cursed, and declared that the horse had broken the leg and was useless. The count dismounted as well, and went over to check the horse himself. He had just lifted the leg up to check the horse's hoof, when Jacques Sartan ran his sword through his body from behind. The count was dead before he even had a chance to be surprised. Mssr. Sartan had indeed been horrified when he had first heard what happened to Charlotte D'Ormond. But over time, the governor had managed to explain the situation to him. Charlotte had become an obstacle to his success, and no man should allow a woman to stand in the way of his destiny. And Jacques himself was under-appreciated. Surely, the Count did not realize how important Mssr. Sartan was, or he would have made him a knight by now. Well, that was an oversight that the governor would be delighted to make right. For the next couple of days, Jacques and the governor had planned what to do. There was a great deal of gold to be made, but Charlotte was still a problem. Surely her father would expect to hear from her sooner or later, and when he didn't he would become concerned. If he took it upon himself to investigate, things could become awkward. And awkwardness was bad for business. Of course they could stage an accident and pretend that the Lady Charlotte was killed, but that might still bring her father to the island. No, an accident was indeed called for, but it must be the Comte de Filleaux himself who met with misfortune. Their plans laid, Jacques had sailed back to France. With him were the governor's retainers and a great deal of gold as payment. After they had killed the count, Jacques reported that they had been waylaid by bandits. They had fought them off, but in the struggle, the count had been tragically killed. No one had any reason to suspect any treachery, so the Comte D'Ormond was laid to rest and Jacques and his companions departed France. Their next stop was Africa. Lord Andre had suggested that as long as they were travelling, they might as well check on Charlotte. He didn't really care what had happened to her, as long as there was no chance of her escaping. If Jacques needed to kill her that was fine, but if she was safely locked away that was even better. So Jacques and his crew had spent the next few weeks sailing to northern Africa. His fondest memory of the whole trip, was sitting there with Charlotte on top of him, while he had his cock all the way up her tight ass. The stupid woman thought he was there to help her. But stupid or not, she had a fantastic pair of tits and one really nice butt. Now, however, it was time to head back home. Normally the trip would be incredibly boring, but his master's friend the sheik and given him a present to take along. She was black as night, and Jacques had no idea what her name was. It didn't matter, anyway. She couldn't speak French, and he didn't speak whatever God forsaken tongue it was that she kept speaking in. What did matter was that she was beautiful. Her hair was wiry and coarse, and absolutely jet-black. Her face was lovely and she had the biggest set of boobs Jacques had ever seen. He didn't have to be able to talk to her, she knew what she was there for and Jacques didn't expect to have any problems making it clear exactly what he wanted. As a matter of fact, since they were already underway, he might as well go below and break her in. Jacques did just that. He escorted his new toy down to his cabin. There he proceeded to unwrap it. The girl didn't seem overly happy about that, but that wasn't his problem. Mssr. Sartan couldn't believe it when he finally had those breasts out. They were enormous, the size of cannon balls, or even bigger. Jacques lost track of how much time he just spent playing with those things. He'd bounce them, squeeze them, jiggle them around, God!, they were simply amazing. After a while, however, he put the girl to work. He took of his pants, and had the girl start sucking. Jacques had no problem making the girl understand what she was supposed to do, and quickly she was kneeling in front of him with his cock in her mouth. She was quite good at it. Jacques loved the way she moved her mouth up and down, while she sucked. She didn't use her tongue much, but he figured he could teach her that on the trip. In the meantime, he just sat back and let the girl work. It felt wonderful, and Jacques tried to relax and just make it last as long as he could. Finally, though, he thrust forward, and began to shoot his load into the girl's mouth. She dutifully stayed where she was and took every drop. After she had swallowed everything down, Jacques pulled her up onto his bed. Then he literally used one of those huge breasts as a pillow and went to sleep. The next morning, Jacques woke with his new slave. She was asleep, but he tweaked the nipple near where he was sleeping, and she quickly awoke. After that, Jacques just laid the girl down and spread her legs. Then he reached in and spread her open, the equipment was just fascinating. The fur around her lips was that same dark, crinkly stuff, and it was fun to just run his hand over and pet it. It was soft and bouncy, and very different from that on other women he had been with. Then there was her quim itself. The outer lips were as black as the rest of the girl, but the inside was bright pink. For some reason, the color contrast really amused Jacques and he just kept the slave's lips pulled apart so he could look at it. When he was done starting at her cunny, Jacques wanted to use it. He just climbed on the girl, and stuck his rod into the hole. The girl was particularly wet, but that wasn't his problem. He began to thrust away into her quim, and after a while, he shot a load up in there. The girl didn't react much while he used her, and frankly, Jacques didn't care. After all, she was there for his pleasure not hers. The rest of the day was spent discussing business with the ship's captain, so Jacques didn't get back to his slave until that night. There was one more hole Jacques hadn't used, so he just bent the girl over and pulled her bottom apart. When she felt him poke a finger up her behind, the slave girl knew what was coming. Jacques didn't speak her language, but the whimpering sounds she made easily made him understand that she wasn't happy about what was going to happen. Not that he cared of course. He just set the head of his penis right at the anal dimple. Then he pushed as hard as he could, until the rod made its way up her back channel. The slave couldn't help it, she let a little scream and began to cry, as that awful thing worked its way up her insides. It was dry and it hurt. It didn't matter though, the rod kept plowing up her bottom hole, makings its way through her body. The girl desperately tried not to be sick, as she felt it worming around farther and farther up inside her. She knew that if she became physically ill, she would be punished horribly. So she struggled to simply accept that horrible man's thing going up her backside. It wasn't like this was the first time someone had done this to her, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Jacques knew the girl wasn't happy about what he was doing, but what did that matter? Her ass felt great. He pushed up against her, to get every last inch that he could up her tight bottomhole. Then he just began to drive in and out. The girl would let out this sort of squeaky moan, every time he drove back into her ass. It was a really cute noise. After a while, Jacques relaxed and just let himself shoot up her butt. After that, he just laid down on the bed, pulled the girl up and stuck his cock in her mouth, and went to sleep. The poor girl spent the entire night with that filthy man's rod in her mouth, but she didn't dare let it fall out. She had been punished by other masters, and she knew how brutal a master could be. In the morning, Jacques awoke with his cock still in the girl's mouth. She had actually managed to fall asleep that way. Jacques woke her up, got her sucking, and left a load in her mouth. Then he went off to find the captain and discuss more business. The next several weeks passed just like that. Jacques would alternate his time between speaking with the captain, and finding new and interesting things to do with the beautiful black girl. By the time they reached the Caribbean, Jacques had used every orifice she had in every position he could imagine. Frequently, he would shoot a load into the girl, and then spend the entire night with his rod just stuck into one of her holes. She seemed to particularly hate the times that he made her keep it stuffed up her butt, so he had begun to do that more and more often. The only thing more exciting to Jacques than his black toy, was the thought of how rich he would be at the end of this voyage. The governor had already paid him a substantial sum, and the balance that he had been promised would set him up for life. Then, just when he thought it couldn't get better, the lookout spotted something which would make both he and the captain even richer. She was a small ship. They couldn't make out a name or a flag. She had obviously been in a battle and had been abandoned. The main mast was lying across the deck, and canvas was everywhere. The mast had clearly been broken in battle, and the sails collapsed on the deck. There didn't appear to be a soul on board, so the crew must have taken to the boats and abandoned her after she could no longer sail. Of her enemy there was no sign, perhaps she had done enough damage to drive him off before she was abandoned. Under the laws of the sea, the ship was legal salvage. While her sails were down, she appeared seaworthy. There was a little smoke coming from her stern, but there was no major fire, and she didn't appear to be sinking. The much larger ship that Mssr. Sartan was on, would easily be able to tow her into port. And a seaworthy ship would fetch a great deal of additional gold. With that in mind, the captain set a course right for the derelict. They were less than a thousand yards from the ship, when the captain realized something was wrong. All of a sudden he could see men scrambling on the deck. And under the canvas he could see cannon being readied. The little ship only had about 12 or 14 guns, to his 36, but he was sailing right at her and couldn't bring his guns to bear. The captain had to turn his ship so that he could fight. Quickly he shouted to the helm to turn hard to starboard. A moment later, the ship began a sharp turn. It was then that the captain realized what a horrible mistake he had just made. But it was too late. A second later, the little ship fired seven guns right at him. This was the second time Black Bill had tried this trick. It had worked perfectly the first time, and he figured he had one more opportunity to use it before word got around. He had outfitted the Anvil with an extra mast and lots of extra canvas. Then they just sailed her into open water. William figured any passing merchant vessel would stop and try for salvage. Warships, on the other hand, would probably ignore her. There would appear to be no one to rescue, and a military crew would get no part of the salvage rights. After all, the hardest part of taking a prize was catching her. Many times the Anvil had spotted a likely target, and it had taken a day or two to chase her down. During that time, there was always the risk that a warship would show up, and they would have to abandon their prize. If the Anvil could get her quarry to come to her, so much the better. With the ship in the open ocean, William ordered the extra mast laid across the deck. Then the extra canvas was unfurled and just laid out covering as much of the ship as it could. Finally, a small fire was started in the rear. They used wet wood to make it as smoky as possible. The smoke also helped to obscure the ship. The first time they had done this, a lovely fat merchant ship had come right to them. This time, to William's surprise, a French warship was closing. She outgunned him three to one. But from a complete stop, there was no chance to run away. The Anvil only had one chance. Perhaps the French captain was a bit inexperienced, and would make a mistake if they surprised him. So when the warship was in range, instead of firing, he ordered his men on deck. Hopefully, when the French officer saw the trap, he would turn instead of continuing right at them. A more experienced officer would have kept coming. He would have known that his best chance at that point was to ram the much smaller ship. The huge warship could easily absorb one broadside fired straight into her bow. But this captain hadn't been put on this ship because of his experience, he had been put there because of his loyalty to the governor's gold. A moment after he gave the order to turn, the captain realized it was pointless. His crew were not manning the guns, and it would take several minutes before they could fire. Then, as the ship turned hard to the right, she began to list a little to the right as well. As she continued the sharp turn, her port side lifted out of the water a bit. When Bill saw his adversary do what he had hoped he ordered all guns fired. If the ship had come straight at him, he would have had a very narrow target, but now he had her port side to shoot at, with her keel coming out of the water. Five of the seven guns hit either below the waterline, or what would be below the waterline when the ship finished her turn. Bill then ordered full sail, and hard to port. It would take a little while for the ship to make speed, but the French ship was in no condition to fire. He would move out of range and see what happened. The French captain was beside himself. He had been beaten without ever firing a shot. His ship was doomed. Five balls had penetrated her keel and she was going down by the head. There was no way to stop it. They could fight the pirates off, but the ship would sink. At that point, they would either go down with her, or take to the boats. Either way they would be at the pirates' mercy. Finally, he called Jacques up to discuss it with him. After all, he was the governor's envoy. Jacques was terrified. Like most people who are delighted to take advantage of those weaker than they are, he was an abject coward. When the captain said that if they surrendered, the pirates would probably just seize the ship and take them prisoner, he immediately demanded that the captain do just that. Well the captain wasn't a much braver man than Jacques, so if the governor's man wanted him to surrender, than by God that's what he'd do. So the captain gave the order to strike the French colors. When the ship struck its flag, William moved the Anvil back in. He had his men board the French ship and disarm the crew. Then the French sailors were quickly taken over to the Anvil. The prisoners were quite orderly. They had no great love for their captain, and the pirates had not threatened to harm any of them. After that, the captain and Jacques were escorted to meet William. They were introduced to the pirate captain. William had no real interest in the French sea captain, but when he asked Jacques where he was sailing from, the man told Bill that he had been checking on the wife of the governor of St. Dominique. William desperately tried to not show how shocked he was by that statement. Why was this man checking on Charlotte? And where was he checking on her? The ship had come from the east. According to the captain, they had just come from Africa. What was going on, and where was Charlotte? Then things got even more confusing. One of William's men came running up with a beautiful black woman in tow. He told his captain, that he had found the girl locked in a cabin on the sinking ship. William eyes flashed, and he asked the two men how they could have allowed a lady to be left behind to drown. Jacques didn't understand. "She's not a lady! She's a slave. She's just property for God's sake. Just like the stupid governor's wife!" Mssr. Sartan didn't understand what he had just done. A person unacquainted with both groups might think that slavers and pirates would work together, both being basically outlaws. In fact, nothing could be further from the truth. A pirate crew was basically a democracy. Captains were elected by the crew, and stayed captain as long as they were successful. If the crew became unhappy with a captain, he was simply removed and another man elected in his place. Not only did all pirates consider themselves free men owing to no one, but many of them were escaped slaves themselves. On the Anvil, five of William's men were former slaves. While William never killed honest sailors if he could avoid it, when they captured a slave ship the crew was invariably sent swimming home. Of course, as far as William knew none of them had actually made it home. The men around Jacques, started to grab him, but William stopped them. The men had no idea why William wasn't allowing them to deal with this bastard, but if the captain wanted him spared he must have a reason. The men stepped back and let their captain do as he wished. William just smiled and told Jacques that of course he was right. And he asked him how he knew that the governor's wife was a slave. Well, the man told William everything that he had done. From killing Charlotte's father to using her body in Africa. He even told William that he had brought two special presents for the governor. It was a shame that one of them was going to sink with the ship, though. When William asked him what they were, Jacques told him: The Count's personal ring and Charlotte's diary. It was really a shame, too. The diary would really have amused Lord Andre. Charlotte & The Pirate Ch. 06 Well, Bill dashed away from the man and leapt back onto the sinking French ship. His men thought he had lost his mind, but he ran down to the Frenchman's cabin as fast as he could. The water was just starting to enter the room when he found the book. He ran back on deck, and easily got back onto the Anvil before the French warship sank. Meanwhile, the young black girl had found a couple of former slaves on the Anvil who spoke her language. By now, aside from what this French bastard had done to Charlotte, the men knew what he had done to this girl. When William made it back, the men had ropes around both of Jacques' legs, and the Frenchman was screaming for help. When he saw Bill, the Frenchman begged him to cut him loose. William just smiled, and then without saying a word, he lifted Jacques up and threw him overboard. Jacques was terrified. Were they going to cut him loose and leave him to drown? Then the ropes were being pulled, and he could feel himself being towed towards the boat. At least they were pulling him against the ship. He could grab on and survive. If the Frenchman had any more knowledge of sailing, he would have struggled for all he was worth to pull away from the Anvil. A ship's keel is made of smooth wood. But after any time at sea, it becomes covered with barnacles. These tiny little sea creatures are rock hard and razor sharp. When Jacques grabbed onto the ship, his hands were cut and bleeding. He tried to avoid the wood after that, but the men bounced him off the keel several times, and Mssr. Sartan was quickly oozing blood from all over his body. The man shrieked in pain as the salt water soaked into the cuts. He was still alive and screaming when the first shark showed up. It didn't take long for the sea wolves to follow the blood scent. For the men on the ship it was like fishing, with the French bastard as bait. They watched as one of the fish severed the man's arm right off. They heard one last scream as another shark grabbed his leg and pulled him under. After that, there was a small pool of red, but no more signs of Jacques Sartan were seen. William hadn't stayed to watch. It wasn't that he had any qualms about what had happened to Jacques. Actually, he had thought his fate rather merciful. No, it was just that he desperately wanted to find Charlotte. He had opened the diary and begun reading. Bill read the whole book, looking for anything that would tell him what had happened to the woman he still loved, and how he could get to her. Charlotte & The Pirate Ch. 07 The following story is going to be at least a 10-parter, with each chapter in a different category. If you enjoy this story, I'm afraid you'll have to go find each part. Hope it's worth it. Part 1: Non-Erotic. Part 2: First Time Part 3: Loving Wives Part 4: Exhib & Voy Part 5: Lesbian Part 6: Interracial * * * * * My Diary Charlotte Panvois April 23, 1684 I begin this journal out of terrible shame. My husband the governor is dealing with slavers. How can he do such a dishonorable thing? And today he had a poor man beaten to death in front of me. They lashed him with a whip until he was dead, and then they still kept beating him. After they were through, they just dumped the poor wretch's body in the ocean like so much garbage. Dear God I swear today that I will do whatever I can to end this beastly practice. April 30, 1684 I am still searching for evidence of my husband's wickedness. May 3, 1684 I think I've discovered something. There's a little rat-faced man who deals with the slavers for Andre. Not only that, but he steals some of Andres' money on the way back. Maybe I can get him to help me. May 20, 1684 I'm not sure I should write this, but if I'm going to honest, I must record everything I do. I met the disgusting little man. I asked him to steal Andre's financial ledger for me. At first he refused, but I knelt down and took his member in my mouth. He was dirty and filthy, but I had to have his help. And those poor people are worth anything I have to do. After he had spent in my mouth, I swallowed and asked if we had a deal. He agreed, but he wants two things. I will have to get gold for him from my father. And God forgive me, I will have to suck his thing again. I barely managed to get through it tonight without being sick, and I didn't have to think about it beforehand. Now I have to spend all day tomorrow knowing that awful thing is going back in my mouth. Well, I can do it, I'll be strong. May 21, 1684 God forgive me, that awful man just left. I have the book, but at what price. I put his thing in my mouth like I had promised, but he bent me over and put it up my cunny. I wanted to stop him, but I didn't dare. What if he betrayed me? What if he changed his mind and took the book? I had come too far. And Andre has to be stopped. So I just lay there and let him do his work inside me. Finally, he squirted up my channel. He stayed stuck up me for the longest time, but it must have satisfied him. After he was done, he just left without saying a word. I feel soiled, but at least I can save the lives of some of those poor creatures my husband is helping destroy. May 23, 1684 Is this God's punishment for what I've done? No, this is just more of my horrid husband's treachery. I have been sold as a slave. I am on some sort of ship bound for God knows where. Dear Lord please help me. May 30, 1684 God, they hurt me. I got up on deck and found a sword. I tried to escape but they caught me. Then they dragged me down to my cabin and beat my bare behind. My poor bottom is bleeding and it hurts so bad. But I do know where we are going. The captain said it was the Fortress of Al Jazzar in Morocco. God please save me. May 31, 1684 Oh Lord, they beat me again. My behind is striped and so sore. It burns every time I try to sit. That awful man was going to expose my privates to the crew. I couldn't help it, I tried to stop him. They just bent me over the railing and whipped my behind again. Afterwards, he just held my skirt up so everyone could see all my equipment. Then it got worse, horribly worse. The man made my undress in front of everyone. I didn't dare refuse. After I was naked, he just put a hand between my legs and stuck a finger up inside me. Then he told me that I was his property and I was to stay naked at all times. God, he just kept that finger up my slit while he continued to lecture me. Oh God. I'm going to have to be naked in front of all these men. I don't dare refuse, my bottom can't take another beating. June 15, 1684 It's so humiliating walking around with everything I have completely exposed to all these awful men. But at least no one has touched me. The captain told me that since I was his, no one would take advantage of me, but I didn't believe him. It does seem to be true, however. And even he hasn't touched me again. Perhaps he does have a shred of decency. June 25, 1684 One of those men tried to have me. He grabbed me outside my room, and I thought for certain that he would have my body. But before he could complete his assault, other members of the crew grabbed him and pulled him off me. After that he was dragged on deck, and I was taken up with him. I would have liked him punished for what he did, but sweet Jesus what they did to him. He was stripped naked and dragged to the rail. Then his genitals were placed on the rail and the captain mutilated the man with his sword. I can still see him bleeding and vomiting on the deck. After that, they burned him to stop him from bleeding to death. The captain threatened to chain him up until he died, but the emasculated man managed to drag himself over the side and fell into the ocean. These men are beasts. I must be careful that their anger never turns on me. July 3, 1684 I still walk the decks naked. No one dares assault me now. My master protects me. July 11, 1684 My master smiled at me today. I think he is still pleased. July 20, 1684 I am still naked as my master demands, and I am finally beginning to accept it as he has asked. July 28, 1684 My master actually told me today that I have pleased him. I didn't think he would ever tell me that. Oh thank God! August 1, 1684 Master has told me every day for the last few days how well I am doing. I work so hard to please him. It is just wonderful. August 6, 1684 Master is still pleased. Life is good. August 15, 1684 This has been one of the best days of my life. My master allowed me to do something just to please him. He called me to his cabin, and then he undressed. And then he let me take his penis in my mouth. I was so grateful. I sucked it and licked it all over and he seemed to like it. When he was ready, he left his load in my mouth and I swallowed every drop for him. I kept sucking until I was absolutely sure he was done. And then he patted me and told me I had been good. I am so HAPPY!!! I don't know if he will want me again tomorrow, but if he does my mouth will be ready for him. August 16, 1684 My master wants me to dance for him, and I don't think I did a good job. Oh master was very sweet and told me how much he appreciated how hard I was trying, buy I think I disappointed him. I am supposed to dance and display myself, and I'm just too awkward. But I will work harder at it. I can't bear to disappoint him. August 19, 1684 Becoming a better dancer, master seems pleased. August 24, 1684 I am becoming very good at this, and I can see that master is happy. He especially seems to like it when I open my legs so he can see my quim. I will make sure that I keep that exposed for him. I must keep him pleased. August 26, 1684 I'm not sure life can get any better. After I danced, Master had me mount him. I was allowed to take his member inside me. I'm sure I didn't deserve it, but I am so grateful. Not only that, but he actually came inside me. I don't know how a lowly slave became worthy of that, but I shall always remember it. Master is so wonderful. August 27, 1684 We are approaching land. Soon we will leave the ship. Master had me dance for the crew today. I must have done well, because he said he was pleased by my performance. I am glad I have learned what my master wanted. He tells me that when we land, I am to dance for some very important people. It seems to matter a great deal to my master, so I will be sure to dance as well as I possibly can. August 28, 1684 I can't believe this. My master has me treated like a princess. I have been bathed and rubbed. And I have a beautiful bed to sleep in. Oh thank you master!!! August 29, 1684 I have done so well. I was bathed and cleansed, and then master gave me the most incredibly beautiful dress. I danced for the men, and I could tell they all loved it. Master was so pleased. Maybe he will reward me and I will get to take him inside my body again. Oh I hope so, life is so wonderful when master is pleased. September 3, 1684 What has happened to me? How did I accept where I am? My master, that bastard, has sold me to someone called Sheik Al Taran. Damnit I am not a slave. I am Charlotte D'Ormond and so help me God I will not forget that again. They may still be able to force me to do awful things, but I will not ever do them again willingly. September 6, 1684 We have arrived at the Sheik's palace and I have been here a couple of days. I have met an Englishwoman name Priscilla who is a prisoner like I am. She has told me the awful things the sheik will expect. Well I will survive it, but I will never think of him as master. I will never think of anyone as that again. September 7, 1684 Oh God it hurts so bad. I was called to the sheik and I tried to do what he asked. But he tried to bugger me. I've never done that, and I couldn't help flinching. Then they beat my feet. My poor feet. I can barely walk now. I kept begging for mercy and they just kept hitting me. Lord, how can they be such monsters? And Lord thank you for Priscilla. Through her I will survive. She has cared for me, and may I say loved me. You can't believe how wonderful it is too find anything good and kind in this hellhole. September 8, 1684 The sheik used Priscilla today. He used her and buggered her. Her holes were so sore. I am not ashamed to say that I did everything I could to comfort her. She has done the same for me. God bless her. September 11, 1684 The sheik called me again. I couldn't avoid it, I had to take my first buggering. First he made me suck his filthy thing. Then he stuck it in my cunny for a while. After that, I was bent over the bed and I knew what was coming. I made up my mind to accept it. My feet couldn't take another whipping like that. I felt it push against my opening, and for a moment I thought it might not go in. But then my ring stretched and the head popped in. It took every bit of control I had not to shriek when that thing was stuck in my behind. Then he just started pushing it in. All I could do was lay there, as I felt more and more of it work its way up inside my bottom. Finally, his belly was resting against me and I could feel that entire pole wiggling around in my back tunnel. For a moment, he just held it there stuck up my rectum. But then he began to drive me. In and out of my ass went his thing. He would pull back each time, until the tip of his cock was just barely holding me open. I admit each time he did that I hoped he would pop out, but he never did. Then a moment later I would have the entire thing driven back up my guts. I don't know how many times that thing was jammed up me, but after what seemed like forever I felt it spurt its juice up in there. When he was done, he pulled out of my bottom and sent me on my way. I was almost too tired to make it back. Of course, I don't know why I'm making such a big deal of this. I know it's going to happen again many times over the months ahead. Please God, help this end somehow. If I have offended thee, please forgive me. The only reason I can even write tonight is because of Pris. If it wasn't for her comfort and care, I really don't know if I could survive this. Dear Lord, I do thank you for her. October 7, 1684 I haven't written for a while, but everything is the same. The sheik calls one of us and uses her body. Priscilla is a wonder. Her love is giving me the strength to get through this. With her here, I know I will survive whatever happens. November 23, 1684 I don't even know why I'm bothering to write. I get called to the sheik, I suck, I screw, or I get buggered. Fortunately, I only get called every couple of weeks or so. Priscilla is here always. Servicing the sheik is a small price to pay for her love. December 25, 1684 It's Christmas. That means nothing here, but I know back home my family is celebrating. I miss you father. I'm so tired. The sheik will call for me today, he told me so. I'm going to be buggered again. I don't want to be buggered. My bottom hurts for a day after he does it. At least Priscilla will be here when I get back. January 1, 1685 A new year. Please God let something change. February 22, 1685 Haven't written for a long time. I'm still here and I'm still alive. I will survive. March 18, 1685 Something has happened. This will be my last entry. A Frenchman has come. He knew me and was searching for me. He had the sheik call me so he could speak to me. I had to suck his thing and let him squirt in my mouth, so that the sheik wouldn't know we were talking, but after everything I have done already that was a small price. The man has been sent by father. He needs some evidence of where I am and that I'm alive to take home. I am going to give him this diary. May God speed him to my home. Be faithful my countryman. I don't know how long it will take for him to reach father. And I don't know how long it will take my father to reach me. It may take months or even years, but I have hope. I know my father will not abandon me here for any reason. Sooner or later he will come for me. That hope will keep me strong. Father, however long it takes for you to reach me, I will be alive and I will be waiting. Your loving daughter, Charlotte Bill finished reading the book. He gave one order before he went looking for the French captain. That man would know where the fortress of Al Jazzar was. Before William even reached the man, the Anvil was at full sail headed east. If anyone had seen her, they would have sworn she was practically flying over the waves. Charlotte & The Pirate Ch. 08 The following story is going to be at least a 10-parter, with each chapter in a different category. If you enjoy this story, I’m afraid you’ll have to go find each part. Hope it’s worth it. Part 1: Non-Erotic. Part 2: First Time Part 3: Loving Wives Part 4: Exhib & Voy Part 5: Lesbian Part 6: Interracial Part 7: Letters and Transcripts William was beside himself. How could that bastard do that to Charlotte? And poor Charlotte. Her last entry had been in March. It was now mid-September. That French son of a bitch hadn't been in any hurry to get home. Bill would have loved to pay the governor of St. Dominique a visit, but that would have to wait. Charlotte had been a slave now for over a year. William was going to get to her as soon as he could. The problem was the weather. It was hurricane season in the Atlantic, and the trip would be long. As desperately as William wanted to get to Charlotte, it wouldn't do either of them any good if the ship ended up at the bottom of the ocean. First he had to outfit the little ship for the long voyage. And while he did that, he put all the French prisoners ashore. Bill had offered to put the black slave woman ashore as well, but she had refused. She had become close to one of the crew who knew her tribe. And she wanted revenge. If the Anvil was headed to strike a blow against the slavers, than she was coming. William still didn't speak her language, but her friend was teaching her English. By the time they reached Africa she would be able to communicate without an interpreter. In the meantime, Bill had been told her name. He couldn't pronounce it exactly right, but it was very close to Tekumbe, and the girl seemed willing to accept that. The voyage was long and hard. The pirate ship went as fast as she dared. There were storms to sail around and warships to avoid. So, while the Anvil made the best time she could, it was late April of 1686 before she approached the African coast. The captain had given Bill the location of the fortress, but that didn't solve the main problem. With the fortress' guns overlooking the harbor, the Anvil would never survive the approach to the dock. William was still wrestling with the problem, when one of his lookouts spotted a battle. What Tekumbe identified as a slave ship was engaged in battle with another much smaller boat. In fact, as they got close, it became obvious that it wasn't really a battle at all. The other ship was merely a fishing boat of some sort, and she was already sinking. William had no idea who was aboard the other ship, but anyone fighting the slavers was worth saving. The Anvil sailed towards the battle. As they came into range, Bill noted that the slave ship was smaller than the Anvil. She had a few guns, but they weren't ready to fire. The ship had rammed the fishing boat and the fighting was taking place on that vessel. William ordered his guns to fire, and his crew put a broadside into the slave ship. It wasn't until then that the slavers even realized that they had another enemy. It didn't matter either. The pirates put two more broadsides into the slave ship, and she quickly headed for the bottom. After that, the Anvil came alongside the fishing boat. As soon as they could, the crew was over the side and joining the battle. It was almost too late, however. By the time they got there, only one man aboard the other boat was still alive. But he was a giant. He was a black man, although not as strikingly dark as Tekumbe. And as tall as William was, Black Bill barely came to this man's shoulders. Not only was he tall, though, he was also simply huge. He had no fat on him, but he looked like he could have picked the boat up and carried it. At the moment, he was swinging what looked like a huge piece of a mast and keeping five slavers with swords at bay. He had obviously been wounded several times, as there was blood running down his body in several places. The pirates changed things immediately. Three of the men attacking the giant were cut down almost before they could turn towards the new threat. The fourth man, got a swing at one of the pirates before three swords ran threw him. The fifth man dropped his blade and turned to run, but the huge black man just grabbed him and heaved him over the side and into the ocean. Bill had boarded the boat near the stern. There were no members of its crew alive there. But there were two slavers looting one of the bodies. William ran one of them through. The other one, who turned out to be the captain of the slavers drew his sword and faced the pirate captain. Swords clashed as the two men fought on the boat. The two men slashed back and forth each blocking the other's blade. Then William slipped on a spot wet with blood and went down. The other captain lunged down to skewer him, but he was much too eager. William dodged the slaver's lunge, and then jabbed his own blade into the man's now unprotected chest. The slaver simply let out a quiet sigh and collapsed next to William. Bill scrambled to his feet and found that the battle was over. The huge man, however, was still swinging that log as the pirates tried to convince him that they were friends. Finally, as no one was making any hostile moves towards him, the man lowered his weapon. William greeted the man, and was surprised to find that he spoke English quite well. He said his name was Barak. "I am a humble follower of Allah and his prophet Mohamed. These pigs defile his name and his teachings. We try to stop them and raid their boats when we can, but this time we were too close and they rammed us before we could escape. May Allah bless you for your rescue." William was trying to get this straight. He asked the man how he spoke English and why he and his men had hated the slavers. After all they were his people. "As to my English, we sell a great many goods to the English and so we learn their language. As to the slavers, I will forgive your insult as you could not know any better. My people are followers of Allah and Mohamed. His teachings command that we look out for those more unfortunate then ourselves, and that we accept all men regardless of their color. These bastards which you have helped send to Hell, claim to be followers but they are a disgrace before our god. They prey on the weak and unfortunate, and claim that because the wretches they capture are black that they are not worthy of the protection of Allah. Allah commands that we do what we can to destroy these blasphemers and protect their victims." "And you are willing to die for this?" "I do not wish to die, but if Allah demands my life in this service then I will give it. I am promised that he will reward me in the next life if I am faithful in this one. And more than that, I have the pleasure in this life of knowing that I'm doing what my god and my prophet would want." William offered the huge man passage on the Anvil, which he gladly accepted. When Bill told him that he was going to rescue a friend from the slavers, however, Barak told him that he would fight beside him. "I owe you my life, and you go to strike our enemies. I cannot possibly decline such an opportunity." Barak asked Bill where he was headed, and when William told him of the fortress Barak told him that he'd better have a very good plan. "I know that place, my friend. The harbor is well guarded. The only way this ship will reach the dock of the Fortress of Al Jazzar is in splinters." William asked Barak if they would be able to approach in a ship that the slavers would recognize. The giant thought they probably would, but where would they get such a ship? Bill just told him that they would steal one, they were pirates after all. "My friend, I am grateful to Allah for sending you. Generally, it would be an evil thing for me to take up with thieves and pirates, no offense. But as you mean to strike at these god-forsaken infidels, it will be my pleasure to serve God and his prophet with you." Barak was able to tell William two very important things. First, he knew the route the slave ships took when they left the fortress with slaves. Second, while returning ships were dangerous, Ships leaving the fortress were very poorly armed. They were over-crowded with the poor slaves filling every empty space available. Also, the crew didn't feel as much need to protect the slaves they were shipping, as they did the gold they returned with. With that information, the Anvil set sail into the sea. Bill took her about 100 miles out from the coast right in the middle of the lane that Barak had described. Then he simply waited for his prey to come to him. He had a challenge, however. While the enemy ship might not be able to put up much of a fight, they had to take her undamaged. So the Anvil was going to have to capture the slave ship without ever firing her guns. The first couple of days nothing happened, but on the third day a small ship approached. Very soon, the lookout was able to identify her as a slave ship. The Anvil was at a dead stop, and William had his crew signal to the other ship that they needed help. Perhaps they would come right to him and not be frightened off by the larger ship. The slave ship did keep coming, She passed so close to the Anvil, that the mate was actually able to shout at the other crew that they needed help. The men on the slave ship just laughed. One of them yelled over that if their ship couldn't sail, maybe they should all just swim home. Then the laughter died as the Anvil went to full sail and began her pursuit. It took a few minutes for the Anvil to get up to speed, but she was much faster than the clumsy slave ship. By the time she began to gain on her quarry, the Anvil was less then half a mile behind her. The slavers panicked. William could see them scrambling all over the decks. They were trying to ready their guns, but it was a disorganized mess. The ship appeared to only have eight guns, and the Anvil was gaining steadily. The Anvil was less than a couple of hundred yards from her, when the slaver turned hard to starboard. William knew she was trying to position herself to fire, and normally he would have tried to avoid her broadside, but this time he couldn't do that. The ship had to be taken, so the Anvil's crew needed to board her as quickly as possible. As soon as her starboard side faced the Anvil, the slaver fired his four guns on that side. He fired way too soon. None of the gunners had had the time to really aim their cannon, although even if they had, it was doubtful they had the skill to be much of a threat. Anyway, it didn't matter. Of the four balls fired, none of them even came close to hitting the pirate ship. Now with her quarry having turned, the Anvil was gaining at a wicked clip. William could have rammed her if he wanted, but that would have been as bad as shooting at her. Instead, he waited until he was the right distance from his target. Then he ordered his ship hard to starboard as well. The Anvil began her sharp turn, but her momentum kept her going forward as well. As she completed her turn, her port side slammed into the slave ship. The moment the two ships touched, the pirated swarmed onto the other boat with cutlasses in hand. William had honestly thought the fight was going to be much tougher than it was. After all, the pirates only outnumbered the slavers by about 10 men, and some of William's crew had to stay aboard the Anvil. But the slavers turned out to be complete cowards. Maybe a dozen of them stood and fought, but the rest just dropped to their knees and begged for mercy. Thirty armed slavers might have been difficult to subdue, but eleven or twelve weren't. In minutes, the slavers were dead, with only one of the pirates suffering a minor wound to his arm. The pirates then surrounded the rest of the quivering crew and waited for the captain to decide what to do with them. With the ship secure, William went below to search her. What he found made him fight not to be physically ill. Locked in the hold and stacked like wood were human beings. Men, women, and even children were crammed into every small space. There appeared to be very little food and the whole place reeked of human sweat and waste. Bill shouted for his men, and quickly the pirates began to help the wretched souls up onto the deck. As the mostly naked group was brought up, the men surrounding the remaining slavers began muttering threats and obscenities. The slavers may not have understood the words, but the meaning was clear enough. The Anvil's crew managed to get the slaves aboard their ship. William had the crew give them food and water immediately. Then he went back to deal with the slavers. Normally Bill hated to kill in cold blood, but after what he had seen, he had no problem with these bastards. Frankly, there was nothing he could think of that wouldn't be more merciful than they deserved. So, knowing that the slavers couldn't understand what he was saying, he quietly told his men what to do. The first five or six slavers were already splashing into the sea, before the rest even realized what was happening. At that point they tried to fight back, but it was much too late. They were now unarmed and vastly outnumbered. In less than a minute, every remaining slaver had been tossed overboard. As the last man was thrown over, one of the pirates slashed his leg with a knife. He was screaming and bleeding as he hit the water. It took very little time for the sharks to follow the blood back to its source. William actually smiled as the first shark hit. Bill really wasn't a bloodthirsty man, but he continued to grin as the sharks did their work. Then it was time to plan the next step. While his crew worked to help the freed slaves, Bill talked with Barak to come up with a plan to invade the fortress. It took a while, but they finally came up with something they thought would work. It would, however, require the help of Tekumbe. That didn't proved to be a problem, though. When it was explained to her, the dark beauty simply said that it would be her pleasure to help fight those bastards. Bill left ten of his men aboard the Anvil. They were to set the slaves ashore as soon as possible, and then follow the captured slave ship to the Fortress. They were to give Bill six hours to secure the harbor before sailing into the dock. Not one man questioned the captain. If Black Bill said the fortress would be secured in six hours, than it would be secured in six hours. The captured slave ship headed for the Fortress. The men held their breath as they entered the harbor, but the guns stayed silent. When the ship docked, ten men armed with swords and pistols were waiting to meet her. They blinked in astonishment at the group that came ashore. The Anvil had had some rich silks aboard her. They'd been captured from various ships over the years. Some of it had been used to create a robe for Barak. The huge Moor was the first man off the ship. Dressed in the shining silk robe, bare chested and in silken pants, he looked like an Arab prince. In fact, he introduced himself as Barak Akbar, a prince of Egypt. He told the men that he and his servants had come to purchase a special slave from the sheik Al Taran. They had heard he had a European woman of great beauty, and the prince was willing to spend whatever it took to have her. The guard actually bowed in astonishment. Behind the great prince came his personal guard. There were ten heavily armed men. The captain of the harbor guard went to speak with them, but the prince held up his hand to forbid it. He informed the men that his guard did not speak in his presence. If anything was required they should deal directly with him. His personal guard had only one function, and if this man was smart he would prefer not to witness it. The poor guardsman was actually shaking as he simply told the gigantic prince to please proceed to the fortress and to be welcome. As they approached the building, William who was acting as the leader of the guard took the opportunity to look around. There were almost five hundred armed men in the fortress, and the pirates had less than six hours to somehow dispose of them. It was now sundown. At about midnight, the Anvil would sail into the harbor. The full moon would give her plenty of light to steer by, but it would also give the fortress' gunners enough light to shoot with. As soon as they were inside, Barak began to tell the story he and Bill had come up with. He told his hosts that he had left Egypt with a great caravan. However, less than two days' ride from the fortress, they had been set upon by robbers. They had fought them off, but too many of the camels had been killed, and the chests of gold had been too heavy to carry. So the prince had left most of his men in the desert to guard the treasure, while he and his personal guard went on ahead. When they reached the coast, and began the last day's journey to the fortress Allah had smiled on them. A slave ship had been passing close, and the prince's men had been able to signal her. For a generous amount of gold, the captain had been kind enough to give them passage to the fortress. So here they were, safe and sound. However, the caravan with most of the gold was still in the desert. The prince would be willing to pay five gold pieces to any man who was willing to ride out immediately and help bring in the caravan. FIVE GOLD PIECES!!! That was more money than any man at the fortress would earn in two years. Within an hour, almost every soldier in the fortress was mounted and ready to ride. The only reason the 15 or so remaining men stayed was because the captain of the guard ordered them to. After all, he couldn't leave the fortress completely unguarded. William was actually afraid that a fight might break out in the fort before the men could leave, but Barak quickly informed the men that he understood that they wished to help, so if his treasure was retrieved they would be rewarded as well. With that said, 480 soldiers headed off to rescue the treasure caravan. Barak and William watched the army ride out of sight. Barak congratulated the captain on the loyalty of his men, then as the man was thanking him, the huge man reached out and smashed him in the face. The man dropped like a stone. The remaining few soldiers tried to fight but they were outnumbered and taken completely by surprise. Within moments, William's men and the unconscious captain were the only ones alive in the room. After that half of the men ran to the dock to wait for the Anvil. The others went about securing the fortress. By midnight, the Anvil was safely docked, and the fortress had been searched and found empty. Quickly William gathered his crew. He figured they had about four days before the fortress' army returned. By all accounts the sheik's lands were about a day away. That should give him plenty of time to rescue Charlotte and return. First, though, he needed the exact location of the place. At first the captain was reluctant to provide that information. But Barak, with the aid of a sharp knife, was able to change his mind. After that, the giant decided to throw the man off one of the fortress walls to see if he could fly. He couldn't. William chose ten of his best men. They, along with Barak and Tekumbe would head for the sheik's lands. The rest of the men would secure the fort and prepare a surprise for the returning army. Also, they would have the Anvil ready to sail the minute William returned. The plan made, William wanted to leave immediately. However, his men convinced him to get some sleep first. He would be no use to Charlotte exhausted, and the morning would be soon enough to leave. As dawn broke, Bill and his party were streaking across the sand headed for where Charlotte was supposed to be held. He prayed that she would be there, and that he had made it in time to save her. Charlotte & The Pirate Ch. 08 The little group made good time, and it was well before sundown when they reached the sheik's land. They were met by three armed men, but Barak just introduced himself as an Egyptian prince again, and they were all quickly escorted to meet the sheik. The sheik was overjoyed to meet such an important man. The huge prince was obviously very rich. From the way he talked and held himself, Al Taran was sure that he had just met a man who would greatly change his station in life. Barak told the sheik how delighted he was to meet him. And how impressed he was with his lands and his home. The sheik practically glowed as the "prince" continued to praise him. Then Barak told him that word had reached him of the beautiful French woman the sheik had in his palace. He told the sheik that he dearly wanted to see this flower, and if she was as lovely as he had heard, he would be willing to pay the sum of 200,000 gold pieces for her. And that for such a purchase, he would be in the sheik's debt. In fact, as a sign of respect to this great sheik he had brought a gift. Barak then had Tekumbe brought forward. The prince told the sheik that the beauty was simply his gift to his host. The sheik was completely taken with the girl. Her face was lovely and her figure incredible. The amazing thing was that with the rich silks that Barak and William had dressed Tekumbe in, the sheik didn't even recognize his own former slave. Instead he simply accepted the prince's most generous gift and had Tekumbe escorted to the women's quarters. The sheik didn't know what to say. As lovely as Charlotte was, 200,000 pieces of gold was an unimaginable sum. With that kind of money he could expand his holdings greatly. And if he could count on this prince as an ally, he could become a major military power in the area as well. Besides, he would still have the English girl. His mind made up, Al Taran asked the prince to please remain as his guest. He would find suitable quarters for him and his men, and he would have the French woman presented to him first thing in the morning. Barak, William, and the rest were escorted to an incredibly opulent room. William couldn't even look at it, though. He had wanted to demand that the sheik produce Charlotte immediately, but he knew that was foolish. Now he somehow had to get some sleep and be fresh to rescue the woman he still loved the next day. Bright and early, the sheik summoned Barak and his party to his quarters. When they arrived only the sheik was there. Before Barak could say anything, Al Taran assured him that he had already sent for the French girl and she would be arriving momentarily. He truly hoped that she would live up to the great prince's expectations. The sheik looked forward to a great friendship with Prince Barak. He would make a strong and welcome ally. A minute later, two huge men escorted a beautiful woman into the room. She was dark haired and buxom, and her eyes were simply enchanting. Barak glanced over at William, and the pirate captain nodded ever so slightly. This was the woman they had come so far to rescue. Charlotte wasn't even looking at the group of men. As soon as she had come in, she had seen that there were guests in the room. She was going to have to serve them and she knew it. She would leave here with very sore openings, and all Charlotte wanted to do was get it over with. Then things got strange. One of the men got up and came over to her. As he got up, Charlotte couldn't believe the size of the man. He was incredible. When he was standing, Charlotte barely came to the man's chest. Also the man was looking over at one of his own guards. The man he was glancing at was cloaked, and his head was down. But there was still something familiar about him. Charlotte tried to clear her head and figure out what was happening. The sheik was referring to this giant black man as a prince, and asking him if he was satisfied. The giant smiled and said that he was most pleased. Then he reached out to shake his host's hand. The sheik walked forward to clasp the prince's hand. As he did, the strange guardsman move over next to him. When the sheik passed him and his back was to him, the man drew a sword from within his cloak, and without a word cut the sheik's head from his body. Oh dear Lord. Charlotte couldn't help it. She started to scream, but before she could make a sound, the huge man clamped a hand over her mouth. The sheik's blood was everywhere. As delighted as she was to see the bastard dead, what did these men want? She was still drawn somehow to that one guard. Charlotte looked over at him and he looked up and let his cloak fall away. It was William. WILLIAM!!!!! Charlotte broke away from the black man and ran towards him. Then she threw her arms around him and held him as tight as she could. Bill just hugged Charlotte to him for a minute. It was so wonderful having this girl back in his arms. But there was still work to do, if they were going to leave this place alive. William pushed his love back a little and just looked down at her. Charlotte tried to ask how he had gotten there, but Bill just told her there was no time. He would explain all of it later. Now they had to get out of here. Priscilla, Oh Dear GOD! Priscilla. They had to rescue her. Charlotte started to tell William about her, but Bill told Charlotte that he already knew about Priscilla. They were going to see that she, as well as all the other slaves were freed before they left. But for now he needed Charlotte to do exactly as he said. With that, William put his pirates against the wall next to the door. Then he told Charlotte to scream. The guards outside the room heard the scream from the room. Quickly they came dashing in. The sight that met their eyes stopped them in their tracks. Their sheik was on the ground, beheaded, and standing over him was that giant black man swinging a sword like a madman. The guards just stopped for a moment, trying to decide what to do. A moment later, it didn't matter as the pirates cut them down from behind. With the guards dead, the pirate group made a run for the women's quarters. They met a few guards, but never more than two or three at a time, and they were easily dispatched. When they reached Charlotte's rooms, they found the girls cowering in the corner. Well all of them except Tekumbe. She was standing over the bodies of the two eunuchs. They both had their throats cut, and Tekumbe was holding the knife that she had had hidden within her silk robes. When Priscilla saw Charlotte come in, she ran over to her. The two women hugged, while the men searched the room. Priscilla was so confused, but Charlotte kept telling her over and over that they were free. Then she saw the man behind Charlotte and saw him throw his arms around her. Dear God! This had to be William, the pirate Charlotte had told her about. She had told her about him over and over, and he fit the description perfectly. But what was he doing here? In fact, Charlotte was asking the same thing. And now that things were settled a bit, William had time to explain things. He told Charlotte the whole story of how he had acquired her journal. And then he just held her close after he told her of the murder of her father. Poor Charlotte just wept on his shoulder, then she quietly asked if she could have her father's ring. Bill had kept it with him for his love, and he gave her the small piece of jewelry. Then he just sat and held the girl as she continued to sob and cry. While Bill held onto Charlotte, his crew began escorting the rest of the slaves out. They needed to begin the trek back to the fortress as soon as possible. William allowed Charlotte to grieve as long as he could, but soon he had to pull her to her feet and insist that they be on their way. It was already approaching noon, and the group rode for the fortress as quickly as they could. With all the former slaves with them, the return trip was much slower and it was approaching midnight when the finally reached Al Jazzar. William figured they had about two days before the army returned. That should give them enough time to leave an unpleasant surprise for them. The men found quarters for all the former slaves. They assured the girls that they would be taken on board the Anvil and given passage to the first safe port. Priscilla was lost. Charlotte had her love back, but what was she to do? She was all alone. Even in her grief, Charlotte could see her friend’s distress. When she saw Priscilla crying, Charlotte came over and just wiped her tears. She told her dear friend that she didn't know what would happen, but that Priscilla could stay with her as long as she liked. And that if there was anywhere in the world she wished to go, Charlotte would see that she was taken there. Priscilla was able to smile a bit after that, and she let the men lead her to a room with a nice big bed where she could sleep comfortably for the first time in years. Charlotte just followed William. She still loved him dearly, and she just didn't want to be alone. William knew how much pain his dear one was in. After the betrayal of her husband, the loss of her father had torn deeply at her heart. Bill took her to his room, and to his bed. It was late and they needed to rest. William simply kissed Charlotte and pulled her to him. Then he just spent the night with his arms holding her. Charlotte slept like a baby, and she felt safe for the first time in as long as she could remember. In the morning, William just kissed her again. Then he had to leave to begin the day's work. For the rest of the day, the men worked on the guns. William melted down cannon balls, and the men used the molten iron exactly as he explained. They were just laying the straw over the ground when a lookout shouted. The army was returning. They had apparently either made better time than expected, or they had discovered the trick and turned back. Either way, the Anvil needed to sail before almost 500 angry soldiers got within range. The men got the women on board as quickly as possible. William made sure that Priscilla and Charlotte were safe, then he ordered the Anvil to full sail. She needed to get out of the harbor as fast as she could. Already, torches could be seen in the distance indicating that the army was almost upon them. The Anvil had barely cleared the docks when the first soldiers entered the fortress. They had ridden night and day since discovering they had been tricked. Now they looked down in the harbor and saw that the men who had deceived them were escaping. They shouted back at their companions to hurry and then dashed for the guns. More and more soldiers streamed into the fortress and frantically began loading the guns and preparing them to fire. It took a few minutes, but long before the Anvil was out of range 12 of the guns were ready to fire. As soon as they had them aimed, an officer ordered the gun crews to fire. If the men loading the guns hadn't been in such a desperate hurry, they might have noticed that the ball and powder that they packed down the muzzle didn't go down quite as far as it should. As it turned out, the first time they noticed something was wrong was when the first gun exploded. William's men had done good work. Each gun had had a load of powder packed in it, and then a ball was loaded in on top. After that however, a man had taken a long pole and dipped it in the molten iron. The pole had been used to place the liquid against the inside of the barrel, just above the ball. When the iron cooled and hardened, it narrowed the barrel of the cannon just enough. As a gun was fired, it was the powder that William's men had loaded that exploded. The cannon ball packed with it, tried to exit out the muzzle of the gun. But the barrel was too narrow now to allow the ball to escape. With the muzzle jammed, there was only one place for the explosion to go, it blew the back of the cannon to bits. Seven of the guns blew up before the crews stopped firing. As they exploded, hot pieces were blown everywhere and the straw which had been laid on the ground caught fire. As it began to blaze, the gunners frantically began trying to stomp it out. What they didn't know, was that under the straw were several long fuses which had been lit by the blaze. Only one had really needed to light, and by the time the fire was under control five of them were burning away. The soldiers managed to get the fires out, and it was just as one of the fuses burned through a hole drilled in the wall that one of the men saw the sparkle of burning powder. He had just managed to shout to his officer, when the first burning fuse reached the main powder room. A second later, over 2 tons of gunpowder exploded. William's men cheered loudly, as the Fortress of Al Jazzar vanished from the face of the Earth. Pieces of her walls crumbled into the ocean, and flames could be seen shooting high into the sky. Perhaps they couldn't end the slave trade, but no man would ever be held as a slave inside those walls again. Bill was going to set sail back for Tortuga, but Charlotte pleaded with him to take her to France. She knew that it would be dangerous for him, but she had to get back to her father's estate. With him gone, the least she could do was see that their family's holdings were taken care of. William started to try to talk her out of it, but then he figured what the Hell? They were pirates. There would be people trying to hang them wherever they went. France was as good as anyplace. Charlotte & The Pirate Ch. 09 The following story is going to be at least a 10-parter, with each chapter in a different category. If you enjoy this story, I'm afraid you'll have to go find each part. Hope it's worth it. Part 1: Non-Erotic. Part 2: First Time Part 3: Loving Wives Part 4: Exhib & Voy Part 5: Lesbian Part 6: Interracial Part 7: Letters and Transcripts Part 8: Romance The Anvil made for the southern coast of France. Around mid September, she found a port and docked. The port was run by a harbormaster who was willing, for a price, to forget that the Anvil was docked there. William left a few of his crew in the harbor town, and then headed inland. They arrived at Charlotte's home about two days later. As soon as she arrived, a middle-aged man came running down to meet her. Then he just threw his arms around Charlotte. William just stood back puzzled. When she finally got loose from the man's embrace, she introduced him as Lord Pierre Duvalier. Pierre had been her father's dearest friend. When he got over the astonishment of seeing Charlotte, he told her how sorry he was to hear about her father. It had been such a tragedy, a random robbery taking such a good man. Pierre was still trying to console his old friend's daughter, when she began to tell him the most astounding story. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Lord Andre wouldn't dare. But apparently he had. And he had murdered his old friend. A fire lit in the man's eyes. A fire that hadn't been there in a long time. Lord Duvalier had no family. He had been married many years ago, but his beautiful wife had died in childbirth, and the baby hadn't survived. Despairing of life and seeing no purpose in his, he had met Charlotte's father. The man had treated Pierre like a brother, and when Charlotte was born, it was like she was his daughter as well. Six years later, when Charlotte's mother had died, it had been Pierre who consoled his dear friend. He convinced him to live on. If not for himself, than for Charlotte. Over the years, the two men had become inseparable. Now, finding out that his dear friend had been murdered was too much for the good man to stand. He would avenge Francois, if it was the last thing he did. In the meantime, however, the estate had to be put back into order. With the Count dead, and no heir around, running the estate had fallen to Bridget Ribot. Bridget was in her mid-forties and had been the head servant on the estate for years. In fact, Charlotte couldn't remember a time when the woman hadn't been around. She was honest and efficient, and Charlotte had honestly never heard anyone say a bad word about her. Actually, the reason that Charlotte couldn't remember a time before Bridget was simply that Bridget had been with her father since before Charlotte was born. She'd actually been a friend of Charlotte's mom, and when she and Francois had been married, she had convinced her new husband to employ Bridget. It was a favor that the count had never regretted. Bridget had been a loyal friend, and an efficient servant from that day forward. Within two years she had been given control of the entire staff, and had kept it in her capable hands. Now, with her master dead, she had done what she could to keep the estate together. And she had done a fantastic job. Under her leadership, the servants had been paid, the work had been kept up, and the house and lands had been kept out of disarray. Bridget was delighted to see Charlotte. Now with the heir returned, the estate would remain stable. Pierre wanted to go immediately to Paris and report what they knew to the king. But Charlotte begged him to stay for a while. She had been gone long enough, that she was unfamiliar with some of the people the estate dealt with now. She needed Pierre to introduce her to people and also to help William get acquainted with the area. Reluctantly, Pierre agreed to stay in the area through the end of the year. He did get one bonus out of it. Bridget. Bridget was a marvel. Oh she might not be a young maid any longer, and honestly she was a bit plump now. But she was still a fine figure of a woman with beautiful blonde hair, and just a pleasure to be around. Meanwhile, Charlotte and William were inseparable. Wherever Charlotte went, she made sure William was with her. She couldn't help it. She just felt safe when he was around. They spent every night together, and more nights than not they made love. For Charlotte it was so nice to please someone with her body because she wanted to, and not because she was forced to. And it was so wonderful to be with a man who actually wanted to please her as well. The second week they were there, she asked William to do something she had thought she would never do again. She asked him to take her up her behind. Bill couldn't believe that she wanted him to do that. After all she had always said that it was the most awful thing that she had been forced to do. Charlotte agreed that it had been, but she didn't want to always remember it that way. She wanted to see if she could do that with someone she loved, and make a pleasant memory out of it. In a strange way, Bill could understand that. He tried to be very gentle with his lover. He kissed her neck and gradually kissed his way down her spine. His lips and tongue brought little shivers from Charlotte. As he kissed her, he reached his hand between her legs and found she was already sopping wet. For some reason, the idea of this really had the girl excited. Bill bent Charlotte over the bed, and entered her cunny from behind. He was always amazed at how incredibly hot it was inside her body. It felt incredible, and from the moans Charlotte was making, she seemed to be enjoying it as well. William began to thrust in and out of her. He tried to go as deep as he could, but not too fast. He wanted to keep Charlotte excited and not cause either of them to finish yet. When Charlotte was so close that she was slamming her body back into him, William pulled his shaft from her vaginal entrance and placed it at the other aperture. Charlotte was so incredibly excited that she just had to have him inside her somewhere, anywhere. She slammed her body back, and plugged her own behind with William's cock. The woman had no problem getting it in. She had done this so many times, that part of it was no problem. Before, every time she had done this she had felt degraded and used. But this felt so incredibly good. William had reached around her and was rubbing her clit as she slammed her rear end against him. God she was so close, and that rod felt so wonderful up inside there. Then she couldn't take any more. Charlotte let out a howl and began slamming into William over and over, trying to drive his cock as far up her butt as she could get it. Finally, she just pushed her behind up against Bill as hard as she could, and then began wiggling her butt. A second later, William let out his own animalistic sound and began to cum inside that incredible woman. It was several minutes later, before two sweaty exhausted lovers could even gather themselves enough to speak. When they could talk, Charlotte asked William if they could just stay where they were. At first, William thought she just meant in bed. But then he realized she meant on the estate in France. His first reaction was shock. How could they possibly do that? Later, though, William began to think that it wasn't a bad idea. After all, he was a pirate, it wasn't like he had a real home to go back to. But what about Andre? He had to pay for what he did. Charlotte felt differently, though. "I know I should want revenge for everything he did to me, but it's so wonderful being here with you that I just find myself forgetting about it. Is that so bad? Maybe we just finally deserve to have peace in our lives." That made so much sense. What did he have to go back to? Nothing. He couldn't stay anywhere very long. On land, if anyone found out who he was, he would be caught and hanged. Here he could have a life. The estate was beautiful. There were vineyards rich with grapes, and he had a beautiful woman that he loved. And thank God, for some reason she loved him as well. Yes, they could stay. The next day, William told his crew what he intended. To his shock, they all decided to stay as well. After all they told him, they didn't have any more of a home to go back to then he did. William sent one of his men back to the harbor. The harbormaster assured him that if he continued to be paid, he could forget about a certain ship for as long as they wanted. Even Pierre thought it was a great idea. As much as he wanted to see Andre punished, he wanted to see Charlotte happy even more. And one thing he knew for certain was that William made her happy. It was just then that Bridget came in. She said that there was a problem in the vineyards. Charlotte was going to go with her, but Pierre told her to relax. He could take care of it. The lord followed Bridget to the fields. Sure enough it was a very minor problem. One of the field hands had fallen and broken an arm. With Bridget's help it took only a few minutes to set the arm and send the man on his way. For the rest of his life, Pierre would wonder about what happened next. He never really thought about it at the time. But somehow, a few seconds later he found himself kissing Bridget. They broke the kiss and Bridget just looked at him confused. He was a lord and she was just a commoner. Surely there could be nothing between them. He was wonderful man, but he was out of her reach. But then he was pulling her back to him, and this time she just let herself go with it. Later it might turn out to be a dream, but right now it was heavenly. Her lips found his and the two of them just kissed and embraced. Pierre could have stayed that way forever. He hadn't felt this way about a woman in so long, but they had to get back. So the two of them made their way back to the house. But Pierre kissed that lovely woman one more time before they went inside. After that, Pierre escorted Bridget inside and said his good-byes. William and Charlotte of course offered to let him take the guestroom and stay. He was going to politely decline, when Bridget simply announced that it was so nice that he was staying and that she would go make up the guestroom immediately. Well that was an offer Pierre simply couldn't say no to. The friends continued to talk for a while, but Pierre was a bit distracted. After all, maybe he had read more into that than there was. Maybe Bridget was just being generous in insisting that he stay. Well, he'd get his answer soon enough. Bridget had just returned and announced that Lord Duvalier's room was ready. Pierre said his good nights, and allowed the chief servant to lead him to his room. When they arrived, Pierre went in. Then Bridget followed him and closed the door. Lord Duvalier didn't need any more hints, he pulled the lovely blonde into his arms and kissed her deeply. In a moment, her arms were holding him just as tight, and her lips were hungrily meeting his. Bridget wasn't sure what to do. She'd never been married, and she hadn't been with a man in years. Oh she'd had a few dalliances when she was younger, but somehow they had never lasted very long. But this man was different. She'd known him for years and had always felt that he was one of the finest people she had ever known. He was kind and generous, and never looked down on anyone because they weren't of noble blood. If fact several times over the years he had taken time out to help her with some menial task she would be involved in as he passed by. Pierre was even more unsure than Bridget. He hadn't been with a woman since his wife had died, and he hadn't really thought he would ever feel attracted to a woman again. But Bridget was something special. In all the time he'd known her, she never seemed to let life beat her. Whatever had to be done, Bridget approached it with the simple knowledge that she could do it. After all the despair Pierre had gone through after the death of his family, he found that basic confidence incredibly inspiring and admirable. And now here was that wonderful woman, in his arms with her lips pressed to his. The two soon to be lovers had no illusions of where this was going. They continued to hold and kiss each other as they gradually undressed. There wasn't the desperate passion or desire of a younger couple. Rather just the calm realization that they had both found something incredible and that they were going to experience it together. When they were both undressed, Pierre took the opportunity to look at Bridget. Certainly, she was not a maid of 20. Her skin wasn't as firm, she had a little paunch at her belly, and her face was a little weathered. Her blonde hair had some gray streaks in it and her hands were rough from years of hard work. But she was still beautiful to Pierre. Her body was still lush and curved in all the right places, and her eyes just fascinated him. Every time he looked into her beautiful green eyes, it was like the world just stopped. Time would just stand still, and he would feel a glow of happiness go through him that he hadn't felt in as long as he could remember. Bridget came over and put her arms back around him. She also could see the age on her new lover. His hair was gray, and his face showed all the signs of the trouble and despair the man had gone through. When she looked at that face, all Bridget wanted to do was to bring that wonderful man some happiness and help him to live life again. She wasn't sure how she had ended up here with him. Surely, she didn't deserve to be here with a Lord, but this man certainly wanted her. Bridget also felt more alive than she had in many years. Pierre turned Bridget so that her back was to him. He reached around her to caress her breasts, as he began to kiss the back of her neck. The woman just sighed happily. It felt so good, and it was so nice to feel loved. Meanwhile, Pierre continued to cup her breasts as he turned the woman around to face him. Then he moved his mouth down to gently take one of her nipples into his mouth. Softly, he sucked the little nub and just stroked his tongue over it a couple of times. Bridget's breasts might not be as firm as they had been 20 years earlier, but they were still large and soft, and Pierre certainly had no complaints. Bridget loved the attention, and as much as she wanted to just relax and enjoy the sensations, she also felt an overwhelming desire to please this incredible man. She pulled his head up from her breasts, and kissed his lips. Then she began to slowly work her mouth down the front of his body. As she kissed his chest and moved down to his stomach, Bridget was delighted to hear her new lover moan with pleasure. When she'd made it down to between his thighs, Bridget wasn't surprised to find that Pierre wasn't hard yet. At his age, the woman knew it might take a little more for him to get going. Certainly, from his attentions, it wasn't because she didn't excite him. Anyway, she knew what she could do to get that thing up. So Bridget just opened her mouth and sucked the whole thing in. Pierre couldn't help it. He moaned again in absolute ecstasy. God, what that woman was doing. The feeling of her mouth on him was beyond wonderful. He could feel himself growing hard in there. Bridget just kept sucking and moving her mouth up and down on his rod. Finally, he couldn't stand it any more. As good as that felt, he had to get inside this incredible lady. Without saying a word, Pierre pulled himself out of Bridget's mouth. As she looked up at him, he lifted her to her feet and moved them both to the bed. Arms grasping each other, the two lovers simply fell onto the bed, entwined in each other's embrace. Pierre moved himself so that he was positioned between Bridget's thighs, and then he simply slid himself in. She was so wet and so hot, that it really took no effort at all. The two lovers wanted this to last as long as it possibly could. They simply lay on their sides, with Pierre inside of Bridget's tunnel. There was no rush. Pierre just slowly and gently slid in and out of Bridget. As for the lady, she kept her arms about her lover, kissing and caressing him, as he worked his magic inside her. It went on for a very long time. There was no overwhelming rush to orgasm. Rather the two of them kept it building slowly, but inexorably, until it just couldn't be held back any more. Bridget ran her hands down between Pierre's legs and fondled his balls. That was the end of it. Pierre just couldn't hold back any more. With a roar, he began to thrust hard and deep into Bridget. The man drove himself into her tunnel again and again, until every drop of seed, and every ounce of energy in his body had been drained from him. After the second or third hard thrust, Bridget was going right with him. She just screamed, "OH GOD!!!", and began thrusting back to meet Pierre. It was a few seconds after her lover had basically collapsed next to her, that Bridget also just fell back onto the bed, too exhausted to move. The two lovers didn't say another word that night. There was nothing to say. Pierre simply wrapped his arms around Bridget and pulled her to him. Moments later, warm in each other's arms, the couple was fast asleep. The next morning Pierre woke to the most incredible feeling. For a moment, he had no idea what it was. In fact he expected that he was dreaming. Then it all came back to him, the whole wonderful night. And there was Bridget. She had moved down the bed, and had his organ back in her mouth. She was just gently sucking it, and it felt like she was literally wrapping her tongue around it. When she saw that her love was awake, Bridget went to work more seriously. She began to suck harder, and she really began to stroke that thing with her tongue. Pierre was becoming big and hard in her mouth. It was so nice to be pleasing this wonderful man. He started to pull away from her, but Bridget just held him where he was. There would be time to make love again later. Now she just wanted to give her lover as much pleasure as she possibly could Pierre was just laying back now, as Bridget worked her magic on him. She could feel him starting to throb in her mouth. It wouldn't be long now. She pursed her lips, and sucking very hard, slid her mouth up and down the entire shaft. Then, when she felt it begin to erupt, she plunged down to engulf as much as she possibly could. The first blast of cum landed in her mouth, and Bridget kept sucking and working her tongue. She swallowed when she got the chance, but the main thing was to keep up the sucking. It was only when she was sure that this man she adored was completely done, and his now soft penis was shrinking and falling from her mouth, that Bridget took the time to swallow the thick, white syrup that had filled her mouth. It tasted fine, and the woman was just so happy to have been able to do that for Pierre. After she finished, Pierre wasn't sure that he would ever get his breath back. That had been unbelievable. When he had finally gathered himself, Pierre pulled Bridget back up so she could face him. Then he just kissed her and told her that he loved her. Bridget didn't say anything, she didn't have to. She just laid her head on the man's chest and cried. After a while, she did lift her head up enough to tell Pierre that she loved him, too, but from the smile on his face, he already knew it anyway. It was time for breakfast, and Bridget did need to get to work. Pierre tried to tell her that he could have someone else do it, but Bridget just smiled and said it was fine. She enjoyed what she did here. Everyone was very nice, and she really liked keeping everything running and in order. Now, Pierre needed to join his friends and she would be sure that a wonderful breakfast was brought to all of them. There would be time enough for their own private dessert later. Charlotte & The Pirate Ch. 09 Time passed, and the people on the estate gradually forgot their need for vengeance. Each knew that Andre needed to be dealt with, but life was so good, it was just impossible to be bitter. Bridget and Pierre were always together. They had quickly given up any pretense that they weren't a couple, and Pierre had simply taken up permanent residence in the guestroom, and Bridget had joined him there. Both of them couldn't believe their good fortune. After so many years, to have found someone so perfect. Many nights, they would make love and share pleasure with each other. While on other evenings, one of the two would use mouth and hands to see how much ecstasy his or her partner could be given. Charlotte and William were also deeply in love. William had slowly taken over the role of master of the house. While it may have seemed odd for a commoner and former pirate to be running the estate of a count, Bill's good nature, friendliness, and patience had the entire staff completely at ease. It had been over two years now, and William, his entire crew, Charlotte, Pierre, and Bridget couldn't even imagine how life could be better. Aside from the two couples, several members of the crew had now taken lovers as well. Some had even married. And those who hadn't, were still living very happily. There were many bars, and many beautiful women in the county. It was around Christmas of 1688 when they had a visitor. The man was a knight from Paris and he had been sent by the king. When he was introduced to Charlotte he became rather flustered. He turned to Lord Duvalier and told him that he didn't want to embarrass him, but that this woman had to be an imposter. The real Charlotte D'Ormond Panvois had died several years ago. Pierre smiled and told the man that it was all right. He had known this woman since she was a baby, and she was definitely Charlotte D'Ormond. Now the knight was completely confused. He told Charlotte that he had been sent by the king to take over the county. Lord Andre Panvois had informed the king that his wife Charlotte had been killed in a riding accident. With her father dead, control of the estate had passed to him. Since he had no use for it, Andre had very generously turned it over to the crown. The king had been extremely grateful for the young lord's gift, and had immediately sent him to begin to get the estate back in order. The young knight, who introduced himself simply as Sir Gerard, had no idea what to do now. Pierre just slapped the man on the back and told him that he would be delighted to ride back to Paris with him and explain the whole thing to the king. In fact, they could leave in the morning. Sir Gerard was ever so appreciative. He had no idea how he would have told this story to the king. With Lord Duvalier along, he wouldn't have to. The next morning, bright and early, the two men left for Paris. Pierre kissed Bridget goodbye and told her that he'd be back in a week or so. He also promised he'd bring something special from Paris for her. As it turned out he wasn't gone nearly that long. Four days later, as Charlotte and William were walking the vineyards, Pierre came riding back like a madman. His horse was almost dead, and Pierre was so exhausted that he collapsed as soon as William had helped him off his mount. William carried his friend back to the house, and Charlotte went on ahead screaming for water. Bridget came out to see what had happened, and saw William carrying her beloved Pierre. She screamed and ran to him. Thank God! He was alive. She grabbed his hand, and Pierre smiled at her and managed to tell her that he was all right. Pierre was carried into the hall. William helped him to sit, and a servant brought water and wine. After a few drinks of each, and enough time to catch his breath, Lord Duvalier was able to tell his story. "We got to Paris in two days. It was late, so Gerard and I were to see the king the next day. I have to admit, I hadn't spent the night in the palace before, and it is magnificent." "The next morning, Gerard and I were summoned. I tried to tell the king what had happened, but he wouldn't have it. He assured me that Lord Andre was a good and honorable man, and that if he said that his wife had died, then she had died. After all, he was giving the estate away, what purpose would it serve him to lie?" "Once again, I tried to tell his majesty the awful things that Andre had done. Finally, the king simply dismissed us. He told us that he would look into the charges, but that he was certain that Lord Andre Panvois could never be mixed up in such nonsense. Then, as we were leaving, he told me that if he found out I was lying he would have me arrested." "When were outside, I almost exploded. It was outrageous. What was the king doing? And to accuse me of lying. ME!!! It was an insult to my honor. If it had been anyone but his majesty I would have challenged him to a duel on the spot." "As I calmed down, however, I tried to think. It just made no sense. The king and Andre didn't even know each other. Why was this so important? I returned to my room and struggled with the problem, but I could come up with no reasonable answer." "It was two or three hours later, that there was a banging at my door. I opened it, and a frantic, breathless Gerard came in. He told me that he had heard from members of his squad what was going on. He knew he was betraying the king's trust by telling me this, but he considered me his friend and the king was not acting in an honorable manner." "First, he told me that I had to leave immediately. If I didn't, by sundown I would be arrested. The king would take no chances on my returning home." "That was because in two days, 50 knights would be sent to take over the county. Charlotte would be branded an imposter, and she and everyone in the estate would be hanged. It had to be done quickly, too. The king was expecting a very important man, very soon. No one knew who this man was, but he was to be given the D'Ormond estate and county as soon as he arrived in Paris." "As soon as I heard this story, I rode out of the palace. It wasn't hard. Palace guards concentrate on keeping people out, not in. I simply rode out as if I were on routine business and no one stopped me. As soon as I was out of sight of the palace, however, I made the best speed I could. By my reckoning, the king's forces will be here by tomorrow night. If we are all not gone by then, we will all die." For a few moments, everyone just stared at Pierre. Then Charlotte quietly began to cry. William put his arm around her, and she continued to weep. She had already lost her father, and now she would lose everything that they had had together. Charlotte didn't mean to cry in front of everyone, but it just hurt. Then, as she stopped crying, a look of steel came into Charlotte's eyes. "Well that bastard in Paris may be able to drive me off my land, but I'll be damned if I leave him anything. We need to get everyone and everything out of here, and then we're going to burn it all." William just stared at Charlotte, but she just nodded her head and said that yes, she meant every word of it. Bill sent riders out to find his crew. They were scattered throughout the countryside and it took the rest of the day to find them all. But by nightfall, they were all there. Some of them had brought families, and their wives looked puzzled and frightened. As soon as there were enough men, William sent them riding for the coast. There was no time to waste. The rest of them would follow tomorrow and the Anvil had to be ready to sail at once. There was no point in doing anything else that night. William suggested that everyone get some rest, tomorrow would be a very long day. All the men and women tried to find places to sleep. There weren't enough rooms, so people just slept in the halls and the main room. That next morning, Charlotte, Bridget, William, and Pierre assembled every buggy or carriage they could find. The men could all ride horses, but some of the women wouldn't be able to keep up. Also, there were a few babies, and one of the other wives was very pregnant. William wasn't sure how this would work aboard ship, but that didn't matter. These were the families of his crew, and he owed it to them to protect them. By noon, everyone but William and Charlotte were headed to the coast. Bridget had been told that she could stay, since there was no threat to the servant staff. But she had politely refused. There was no way she was leaving Pierre. The rest of the servants had been told the story, and they had all left the estate. The big house stood empty. Charlotte cried a bit, as she looked at her home for the last time. Meanwhile William was spreading oil. He had finished dousing the upstairs and was pouring it in the main hall now. After that, he and Charlotte would pour some over the edges of the vineyard. The weather had been dry for the last few days and it was a bit windy. Once the vineyard was lit, the rest of it would burn quickly. The vines and the wooden trellises holding them would fuel the flames beautifully. It was winter, and the vines lay brown and dry. It would have been spring before the vines were green again. Bill handed Charlotte a torch. A carriage was waiting for them, and she had already packed in it her most important heirlooms. There was just one last task to complete now. With a final quiet sob, Charlotte threw a torch into the estate. A second later, flames flared up in the main hall. At the same time, William threw one into the vineyard. Almost instantly, the beautiful fields were covered in flames. Charlotte and Bill just stood arm in arm and watched for a few minutes. But then they heard something. It was the sound of pounding hooves. The king's knights were coming. It was time to go. The two lovers hurried into the carriage and headed off to the coast. William needed to get the Anvil to sea as quickly as possible. Neither the king nor any of his men were going to be very happy when they found the burned out ruin they had been left. It was a fast ride to the sea. When William arrived, the Anvil was ready to sail. She had been supplied and the crew was ready. The pirate captain came aboard and ordered his ship to sea. When his men asked where they were going, he told them Tortuga. Tortuga was only the first stop, though. When they landed there, William intended to put the women and children ashore, along with any of his men who didn't want to leave their families. After that he was sailing for St. Dominique. There was someone there he had a score to settle with. Charlotte & The Pirate Ch. 10 The following story is the final chapter in a 10-parter, with each chapter in a different category. If you enjoy this story, I'm afraid you'll have to go find each part, or you can click on my name above to see all parts as well as my other stories. Part 1: Non-Erotic. Part 2: First Time Part 3: Loving Wives Part 4: Exhib & Voy Part 5: Lesbian Part 6: Interracial Part 7: Letters and Transcripts Part 8: Romance Part 9: Mature * * * * * When everyone was aboard, the Anvil set sail. The king's men weren't far behind, and as soon as they reached the harbor French warships would be after them. The little ship was crowded, but William tried to give the women separate quarters as best he could. They would have to double up, though. There wasn't any possibility of giving each lady a room. William would miss having Charlotte with him, but there was no way that would work. The men were having to sleep four or even six to a room. The captain was no exception. There was one nice surprise waiting for Charlotte. Priscilla was there. The English woman had said she was going to make her way back to Britain, but here she was on the ship. When Charlotte asked her what happened, Pris said that she really had intended to go home, but things just kept delaying her. First, there was no ship leaving for Britain for a month. Then she got a job in a shop for people she really liked. Well, one thing just led to another and somehow she never got around to leaving. When she heard what was happening, and that everyone would be leaving, Priscilla had left her job and headed to the coast to join the group. She realized she just had to see Charlotte again, and also that there really wasn't anything in England to return home to. So here she was. Charlotte gave her old friend a huge hug. Then she and Priscilla decided to trade cabinmates and take a room together. It would be like the only good parts of old times. Meanwhile, William was making for the open sea as fast as he could. A couple of hours had passed, and through his glass Bill could see a full-sized French man-o-war leaving the harbor to make chase. She would be at full sail shortly. With a good wind behind her, the Anvil would be a bit faster, but not much. And if the wind turned wrong, the huge warship might overtake them. Sporting over 40 guns, she would blow the Anvil out of the water in the blink of an eye. The Anvil was sailing for all she was worth. For three days she made her best possible speed. The French ship dropped back, but not much. She was still in full pursuit, and only about six hours behind. The Anvil had to make for the Straits of Gibraltar. If she could get though there, and into the open Atlantic, the French ship would never catch her. The wind remained friendly, and William thought he might actually make it. Another day had passed and the straits were in sight. Bill ordered his helmsman to make right for them. If they could just get through. Everything looked like it was going to work out. Then, as if fate was just playing games with them, everything went wrong. From out of the straits came three English warships. Each carried 36 guns and they were headed straight for the Anvil. There was nowhere to go. If she turned, the Anvil would end up in range of the French ship behind her, and if she kept going, the British would destroy her. Well it didn't matter, so William decided to press forward. They might as well take a path between the British ships. It at least led to freedom. They didn't have a chance of course. The English ships would turn and destroy the Anvil long before she reached them, but at least they would go down fighting. The Anvil closed on the British ships, faster and faster. To William's utter shock, the British ships just kept coming. They should have turned and blown her out of the water with broadsides. What were they doing? There was no time to wonder about it. The French ship was still behind them and the Atlantic beckoned in front. The pirate ship was almost right upon the British ships, when finally they began to turn. The Anvil was really too close to be a target, but she was going to have to slow and turn herself to navigate her way between them. And when she did, the French ship would make it into firing range. It didn't matter what the British did, in a few minutes the French would have them. William gave the order to turn. The Anvil dropped sail and slowed. There wasn't much room between the British ships. As she maneuvered, William waited for the sound of firing cannon that would mean the end of his ship. There it was. BOOM!!!!. And then another, and still another. What was going on? Bill looked around and realized that the English ships were firing on the French. The French ship was trying to return fire, but she was too heavily outnumbered. She fired a broadside at the British and a couple of balls hit one of the ships. But there was no serious damage. The French ship then tried to turn and run, but she was much too close. A few minutes later, the British fired again. Over 50 guns targeted the French battleship. One second she was there, a moment later a ball hit her powder magazine and the ship was splinters. After that, one of the British ships signaled for the Anvil to stop. Bill debated running, but it was pointless. The British could destroy them just as easily as she had that French ship. Besides, they could have blasted her already, and they had sunk the ship that was chasing them. More was going on here than William knew. So Bill ordered the Anvil to full stop and waited to see what happened next. One of the British ships pulled alongside the Anvil. Then someone shouted down for William to come aboard. Bill shouted back that he thanked them for the invitation, but he'd rather decline. He really didn't feel like walking to his own hanging. However, if the captain of the British ship would like to come aboard the Anvil, William would be happy to show his hospitality. Then, to Bill's absolute utter shock, the British captain shouted that he accepted. A moment later, Bill was still trying to sort out what was going on, as three British officers made their way onto the Anvil's deck. One of them introduced himself as Captain Langston of HMS Defiant. When he asked if he might have the pleasure of meeting the notorious Black Bill, William went ahead and introduced himself. Then, as if the day wasn't already strange enough, Captain Langston informed William that he had a full pardon for him from the king. A pardon. A PARDON!!! And why would James be wanting to pardon Black Bill? But the captain told Bill it wasn't King James, it was King William. William!!! Who the Hell was William?? It took a while, but Captain Langston finally managed to explain the whole thing. The British people had had enough of that sniveling worm, James. They had risen up in revolt. James, had escaped however, and had fled to France. The British had demanded that France turn James over to them, and when the French refused war was declared. At the same time, William and Mary of Orange had come to England from the continent and were now ruling the country. The new king needed every good naval officer he could get. And one of the most brilliant sailors of the time was the notorious pirate Black Bill. It hadn't taken long for the king to learn the whole story of how Bill had become a pirate. The king knew that he had been shanghaied aboard a crooked merchant vessel. And that he had been condemned in absentia for a mutiny that was more than justified, considering what the captain of that ship had been up to. Of course there was the matter of piracy, but for a price, the king was willing to pardon those crimes as well. And the price was simple. William would accept a commission as captain in His Majesty's Navy. When William asked what would happen if he refused the commission, Langston said that he would then have to return to his ship and all sorts of unpleasant things would begin to happen. Bill just laughed and said that he certainly didn't want to be responsible for any unpleasantness. So to prevent such hardship for his new friend, he would accept the king's commission. However, he wanted two things in return. First, he would remain in command of the Anvil and that he would also take command of the other two ships. Second, that he would be named governor of the island of St. Dominique. When the captain laughed and said that the British didn't own that island, William laughed right along with him and told Captain Langston that he intended to change that. Langston just shook his head. "Bill, I actually know what you want to do, and you'll have to forget it. There is a French fleet at St. Dominique. At last report there were five full-sized French warships, each carrying over 40 guns, anchored at the island. Apparently the governor of St. Dominique did some great favor for the king of France which helped him with James' relocation. William began to laugh so hard, he almost fell. The British captain wondered if the pirate had lost his mind. When he was finally composed again, Bill explained what had happened. He told Langston the whole story of Charlotte and her father's estate. Apparently, the secret guest who was supposed to take the place was James. The king of France would not be nearly as happy with Andre Panvois when he found out that the great estate he had given him was in ashes and ruins. "William, as much as I would like to stop you from this madness, I can't. I have strict orders to give you whatever you need to fight the French. And, it would be a great service to his majesty if the French fleet at St. Dominique was destroyed. I have a feeling it is more likely that it will be you who ends up at the bottom of the ocean, but so be it. The ships are yours, and their captains will be ordered to obey your commands. God speed and good fortune be with you." With that Captain Langston said goodbye and returned to the Defiant. A few minutes later she set sail, leaving the Anvil and the other two warships behind. As soon as they were ready, Bill ordered his new fleet west. It was a long sail back to the Caribbean and they might as well get started. William was a little worried about how the British sailors would adjust to their new situation, but it didn't turn out to be a problem. Sailors were pretty much sailors, and they all managed to get along. Also, the captains of the other two ships were both on their first commands. Neither had any experience at all in commanding a fleet and were more than willing to let William do it. After a couple of days, when everything was going smoothly, William finally got an opportunity to check on Charlotte. It was late and he didn't want to wake the lady if she was asleep. So he just opened the cabin door and peeked inside. Charlotte was definitely not asleep. And neither was Priscilla. They were both in bed, but there was nothing restful about what they were doing. Both women were naked on the bed, and they were deeply involved in kissing and fondling one another. William wasn't sure what to do. He was about to turn and leave quietly, when Charlotte looked up and saw him. For a second she was a bit embarrassed, but then she just smiled and waved at William to come over and join them. As soon as Bill reached the bed, Charlotte began undressing him as fast as she could. When he was as naked as she was, Charlotte pushed him down on his back and almost dove for his crotch. William let out a small moan, as Charlotte engulfed his organ in her mouth and began to lick and suck it. Priscilla just sat there puzzled for a moment until Charlotte waved at her to come join them. Pris moved her head next to Charlotte, and the lady lifted her mouth off of Williams' rod. It was standing firm and tall now. With it in between their faces, both women began running their tongues up and down it. Bill couldn't believe the feeling of those two tongues working on his cock at the same time. Just when Bill thought he might lose his mind from the sensations, the women both sat up. Charlotte quickly straddled him and then settled down with Williams' cock firmly up inside her. Priscilla just moved up to William's head. Before he could even think, she sat down so that her quim was directly over his face. Bill didn't need to be told what to do, he just began to use his own tongue to work on the little clit that was directly over him. William had to smile at the squeal that came from Priscilla when his tongue made contact with her. It was hard to concentrate on what he was doing, with Charlotte moving up and down on his shaft the way she was. He managed to focus though, and put all his effort into making Pris completely lose control. He ran his tongue down between her lips and straight up inside her. Then he worked his way back, and gently sucked her clit into his mouth. It took a few minutes, but Pris finally let out a shriek and began pressing herself into his face. When she finished, the blonde girl just sat there panting. Bill couldn't really see Charlotte. Suddenly, he felt her lift off him. He didn't know what she was doing, but then Pris was moving as well. Then, to his utter shock, Charlotte moved over his face and Pris moved down to his cock. A moment later, Charlotte's quim was at his lips, and his rod was embedded deeply inside Priscilla. William was astonished that Charlotte would be willing to share him like this, but he certainly wouldn't complain. God, it was incredible. Charlotte was already so close when William began to work on her, that he knew there was no way this could take very long. And that was good, because he wasn't going to last much longer either. Priscilla was moving up and down, and the sensations coming from being inside her body were just about to finish him. Barely five minutes later, it happened. Charlotte let out a shriek and began to bounce on William's face. Pris pushed herself down onto Bill's shaft as hard as she could. Bill could feel her muscles squeezing him. He thrust hard up into her, and began to shoot deep inside her channel. A few seconds later, Pris let out another squeal and began to cum along with her companions. When they were all done, Bill just ended up lying in the middle with the two lovely women snuggled up against him. One on each side. Within seconds, all three of them were happily asleep. The next morning, Bill awoke to the most incredible feeling. He looked down, and there were both women back at his groin. Once again, his shaft was between them and they were both whipping their tongues all over it. Then one of the women would move her head and pull his rod into her mouth. After she had sucked it a couple of times, she would take it out and her friend would come over and do the same thing. Bill couldn't believe the number of times his cock went in and out of each beautiful woman's mouth. The captain tried to make it last, but with all that attention he reached his limit very soon. Bill just threw his head back and began to shoot. He was inside one girl's mouth when he began firing and he didn't know which one. Then, he felt one girl quickly pull her head off his cock, and the other girl immediately suck it inside her own. William happily finished cumming down the second girl's throat. After that, the two women came back up and snuggled against William again. Bill stayed there a few minutes to catch his breath, but then he told the two ladies that he was sorry but he had to get back to work. Pris and Charlotte just smiled and told him that they hoped they would see him again soon. William staggered out the door and tried to concentrate on returning to duty. For a moment he felt a little guilty. It wasn't really fair for him to enjoy himself like this, when the rest of his crew had it much harder. But he consoled himself, realizing that he certainly hadn't planned any of this. So William made his way on deck, having decided that he would definitely be revisiting that cabin very soon. The next couple of months passed quickly. Bill spent many nights in that cabin. There was no limit to the attention the women would pay him, or that William would give them in return. The one night that they both bent over and asked him to take turns going up their backsides certainly surprised him. But after he was inside Pris' rear tunnel, it was obvious from the sounds she was making that she definitely enjoyed it. And then, when he pulled out and moved over, Charlotte could barely wait to be plugged herself. Bill only managed to make it through four or five turns up each girl, before he was shooting a huge load deep into Priscilla's bottom. After that, nothing shocked Bill. Each of the three would do his or her best to please the other two. Most nights Bill wouldn't even know which girl he would cum inside, or for that matter even where. The rest of the crew wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but they were all amazed at how relaxed and patient the captain was. When the lookout spotted Tortuga, William guiltily realized that part of him was disappointed. But he had to put that behind him, there was work to do now. At first, when the two British warships approached the harbor, the natives began to prepare for a fight. But when they saw the small ship between them flying the banner of the Anvil, everyone relaxed. The small fleet resupplied and got ready to sail again. The women and children were put ashore, and William made arrangements for their room and board. Three women stayed on board, however. They were Charlotte, Priscilla, and Tekumbe. There was no fun and games in mind for that decision. Rather, the three women wanted vengeance as much as the men. With all the arrangements made, the three ships headed out to sea. They would be badly outnumbered at St. Dominique, but even his new British allies had come to trust Black Bill. If William said they would take St. Dominique, then that's what they would do. Bill knew what he was facing. There were five warships at St. Dominique, and each one of them outgunned any ship that he had. But he did have a couple of advantages. The French didn't know he was coming, and they didn't know how many ships he had. Well away from St. Dominique, William split the Anvil off from the fleet and headed on towards the island. As he approached the harbor, his fears were confirmed. There were indeed five French ships of the line in the harbor. The French fleet commander couldn't believe his eyes. A small sloop flying a black anvil was sailing into the harbor. Then she turned and fired a broadside at his fleet. She was well out of range of course, so there was no damage. But how dare that scurvy pirate fire at his ships. Black Bill would pay for his arrogance this morning. After he had fired, William ordered the Anvil to turn hard and head back to sea. Behind him, Bill could see one of the French ships slipping from the dock and making chase. Apparently she had been ready to sail. William knew he'd better keep well ahead of her. If the French ship got within firing range, the Anvil would be done for. The chase went for six hours. The Anvil maintained her lead, but couldn't seem to pull away. Then she approached a small island. As soon as Bill had his ship past the island, he turned hard towards it. A couple of minutes later, the French captain lost sight of his quarry behind the little spit of land. The Frenchman ordered his ship to all possible speed. He wasn't about to lose the Anvil now. Aside from the fact that the cocky bastard had fired at him, the man knew that capturing Black Bill would make his career. The French ship cleared the island, and there was the Anvil still sailing away. But now the French ship was gaining. Slowly it was true, but inexorably the Anvil was coming closer. It was only a matter of time now before she was in firing range. Charlotte & The Pirate Ch. 10 It took a little over another hour, but the French ship had closed to where her cannon could reach the Anvil. The captain ordered his ship hard to port, and as soon as they came to bear he fired his starboard guns. Twenty-two cannon fired into the Anvil's rigging. A moment later, her two main masts came crashing down to the deck. The Anvil was almost dead in the water. She had one small mast still standing, but it didn't have enough sail to make any speed. The French ship closed very quickly now. As his ship closed on the Anvil, the captain was surprised to find that the pirate ship never fired. She must be preparing to be boarded and readying for the fight. He could of course simply stay back and sink her. But Black Bill was known to keep treasures of great value aboard his ship. There was no way the French captain was sending that ship to the bottom. The huge warship pulled into the side of the anvil. The crew grappled onto her and immediately scrambled over the side. The captain had no illusions about what was coming. The pirates had a well earned reputation as skilled swordsmen. But his crew outnumbered the pirates better than two to one. The battle would be fierce and bloody, but Black Bill would be taken. The French captain left his first mate and five sailors on his ship. Everyone else he ordered with him into battle. Except there was no battle. When the French crew boarded the Anvil, there was no one to meet them. The captain realized that Bill was trying to get them to split up. Then at the opportune moment, the pirates would come out of hiding and attack. Well the captain wouldn't give him that moment. Keeping everyone else together, the captain sent two of his sailors below deck to search. Their orders were to simply search. If they saw anything, they were to yell and immediately come back. As the two men crept below, they found it was pitch dark. There wasn't a lantern or any light of any kind. After stumbling around for a minute, one of the sailors went back to the stairs and found an unlit torch. He brought it back into the room and pulled out a flint. He struck it, and after a few tries the sparks caught and the torch lit. With the room lit, the two men were puzzled to see that the area was completely filled with dry straw. Then a moment later, as the smoke began to rise, the sailors realized that the sparks from the flint had lit some of the straw. In seconds, the whole room would be ablaze. Desperately, the two men ran screaming for the stairs. The captain heard the two men yelling and prepared his men for battle. A second later, the two sailors emerged and smoke began to pour up the stairs behind them. The French officer didn't even have a chance to decide what to do. A second later, the gunpowder that was under the straw reached the main magazine. The sparkling gunpowder ignited the first of a dozen full barrels of powder. A moment after that the Anvil ceased to exist. Sadly, William watched his little sloop die. He and his men had just managed to reach the island when the ship exploded. It was like losing an old friend, but it had been necessary. William had to capture one of those French ships. Even now, the two British ships had circled the island and were approaching the French warship. The Frenchmen were in shock. The blast had thrown the six men off their feet. In a split second, their entire crew had been killed. At least their ship was intact. The blast hadn't caused any real damage to the French vessel. Then it got worse. Two full-sized British ships were closing on them. There was no way six men could sail their ship. Sadly, the mate simply ordered the colors struck and surrendered. He really had no choice. An hour later, a boat was carrying William and his men to his new flagship. After leaving the French sailors on the little island, the three warships headed for St. Dominique. William was now only outnumbered four to three. But his ships were still smaller, and he barely had enough crew to sail the French man-o-war. It was night now, but there was enough moonlight to sail by. The harbor was on the south side of the island and William sailed his new warship directly for it. Meanwhile, the two British ships circled the island to the north and waited. Once again flying French colors, Black Bill's ship slipped into St. Dominique's harbor. Quietly, she docked, taking her position between two of the other ships. Then, as soon as she was positioned, William fired his portside guns. Twenty-two cannon firing into the French ship was the first sign that the harbor had of trouble. By the time they could react, the ship was already listing badly. A minute later Bill's starboard guns fired, and a second French ship was listing. But that would be the last cannon that would fire. The two French ships that William had hit were out of commission, but the other two couldn't be hit from where Bill was. It would be cutlasses now. In seconds, French sailors would be coming aboard the ship. Confusion reigned on the docks. The French had no idea what had happened. Then they realized that it was one of their own ships that had fired. The crews of the two crippled ships were working desperately to save them, while sailors from the other two ships were streaming onto the dock. A group of men headed over to William's ship to see what was happening. It was night, and they were still completely befuddled. Then, when they boarded the ship it didn't matter. Before they could even draw swords, a huge black man came out of the dark, and the next thing the sailors knew was that they were swimming in the harbor. While the confusion allowed William to win some time, he knew it wouldn't last forever. Sooner or later, an officer would organize the men and they would board his ship. He positioned his crew and waited for the battle. Meanwhile, the two British ships heard the cannon shots. It was what they were waiting for. They sailed as close as they could to the north shore of the island, and then all but a dozen men entered the boats and headed for the island. With the shots drawing everyone south, no one saw the six boats land. A couple of minutes later, a hundred and fifty British sailors were headed south towards the harbor. William's plan had worked better than he knew. The fleet commander had been killed aboard the Anvil, and a much more junior captain was left in charge. The original commander might have had the nerve to take his remaining two ships out of port and blow the captured one out of the water. But not this man. First of all, he had no idea what was going on. The thought that it was the pirates who had captured a French naval vessel never entered his mind. Second, he had already lost two first line ships. That would be bad enough to explain. He wasn't about to do anything to lose a third. Therefore, the only thing he could do was order his men to board her. The French numbered over 250 men, but there was still only one narrow entry onto the ship. William, Barak, and five of his best men waited for the French to come. They did their best to stay behind the rails and force the French to come onto the decks. If they could force the enemy to fight with blades they had a chance. But if the French could get targets within pistol shot, they would all be picked off. For twenty minutes the fight had gone well. The pirates had driven off four rushes onto the ship. The French were gathering for a fifth attempt, when things got more challenging. Unknown to William, five French sailors had climbed into the rigging of one of the sinking ships. They had swung over onto Bill's ship and were even now scrambling down to the deck. When the first man landed, all he could see was a black woman waving a rapier. She was obviously terrified, and had no idea how to use the sword. But she did have the biggest tits he'd ever seen. The girl was wearing some sort of tight leather shirt, which was obviously much too small to contain her incredible attributes. He had to get a better look at those things. They were... Tekumbe's rapier piercing the man's heart cut off any other thoughts he might have had at that point. The black girl managed to kill the next two men down, but then she got into trouble. The final two men dropped at the same time, and they had seen what she had done to their friends. They both attacked at the same time, and neither one took his eyes off Tekumbe's sword. After what they had seen her do with it, her boobs were no longer much of a distraction. Tekumbe screamed for help and tried to hold them off. The pirates had trained her with the rapier and she was very good. But she was no match for two large men with cutlasses. Sooner or later, their sheer strength would push through her guard. She continued to yell for help, but she knew it was pointless. No one would hear her over the battle at the other end of the ship. It took five minutes, but finally one of the men pushed Tekumbe's blade aside, and the other man's cutlass slashed into her shoulder. It sank to the bone, and Tekumbe's sword dropped from her now nerveless fingers. Bleeding, she sank to the deck and waited for death. Sure enough she saw one of the men standing over her raising his sword. Then to her utter shock, a moment later his head was cut from his body. With a roar, four pirates charged to Tekumbe's aid. They saw her fall with an armed man standing over her. Before he could move, a pirate slashed his sword through his throat. The other Frenchman saw the enraged pirates and tried to run, but he was cut down before had he made two steps. Then the men bent over Tekumbe to see how badly she was hurt. The wound was bleeding badly, but didn't appear to be fatal. One of the pirates, who had been sleeping with Tekumbe off and on, scooped her up in his arms and carried her to safety. Up until this, he had just thought she was a lot of fun. But when he saw her lying there bleeding, he realized how much he loved her. The man managed to stop the bleeding, and Tekumbe just smiled up at her savior. At the same time, the battle was going hot and heavy at the front of the ship. The French had thrown three more gangplanks over the rail and were now pouring onto the ship. William and his men were trying to hold them off, but they were gradually being pushed back. In a short while, the overwhelming numbers of the French would start to take their toll. But then, the tide of battle turned again. The British sailors reached the dock and charged into the French from behind. Taken completely by surprise and outflanked, fifty French sailors died before they were even able to react. A minute later, British tars were cutting their way towards the ship. The battle continued for a little while longer, but the French ultimately broke and ran. When everything settled, over 150 French sailors lay dead or wounded. William hadn't come through completely unscathed. Eight of his men were dead. Three of them had been friends from the original mutiny and Bill would mourn their loss greatly. Also, fifteen British sailors had died in their charge. Tekumbe of course was badly wounded, and Barak was bleeding from several sword cuts. The giant black man would live, but he would have a great many more scars to tell stories about. The harbor taken, Bill's force headed inland. Everyone knew where they were going. The governor's palace was less than a mile from the dock, and the little army was running there as fast as they could. Word of the battle had reached the governor's house, when fleeing sailors arrived and told what had happened. Andre wasn't overly worried. The worst thing that would happen would be that the British captured him and held him for ransom. After all, he was too valuable to kill outright. The governor went to the walls to spy the oncoming force. He ordered all his men to defend the palace, but there were only fifty guards. Even with the twenty or so sailors who had fallen back there, they would be no match for the oncoming force. A couple of minutes later, Andre saw the leaders of the army approaching. The man in front wasn't in uniform, but he was very big. And to his surprise, there was a woman running beside him. What was a woman doing there? And she looked familiar. Dear GOD! It was Charlotte. And Andre immediately began to suspect who the large man running with her was. Suddenly he was terrified. The frightened man ran for the back gate. To the utter dismay of his men, the governor fled the estate and flew into the woods beyond. Seeing the governor run sapped whatever morale the guards might have had. As the army entered the gates, they simply lowered their weapons and surrendered. The main force charged into the palace and began to search. After a few minutes they emerged with a prisoner. They hadn't found the governor, but a squealing Daniel was being dragged out. Charlotte just walked over to the weasly little man. She smiled and asked him where Andre was. Daniel just begged her to have mercy on him. Charlotte assured him that if he told her where Andre had gone, she would see that no blade touched him. Daniel thanked Charlotte over and over. He told her how Andre had fled out the back gate. The man sagged with relief as Charlotte and William ran off to follow Andre. He was so out of it, that he barely heard Charlotte yell back to hang him. As soon as they were out of the gate, William spotted tracks headed north. The area outside that gate was heavily wooded. William realized that he should have waited for some men to come with him, but his rage had clouded his judgement. Now Charlotte was already running ahead and there was no stopping her. William started to run after Charlotte, when an arm snaked out from behind a tree and grabbed her around the neck. A moment later, Andre emerged. One arm was around Charlotte's chest, while the other was holding a knife to her throat. William stopped where he was. He wouldn't give the desperate man any reason to use that blade. Andre screamed at William to drop his sword. The pirate did as he was told and backed away a bit. As the pirate stepped back, Andre told him that he would release Charlotte when he was safely aboard a ship. Until then, she belonged to him. Bill took a couple more steps back, and Andre began to smile. It was going to work. The idiot was going to let him go. Oh he'd give Charlotte back to him alive. At least she'd live a few seconds with a cut throat. Then, just as Andre was going to tell Charlotte to start walking, he heard a dull click. A second later, there was a loud pop and Andre felt a burning pain in his abdomen. He looked down, and Charlotte dove away from him. She was still holding the pistol that she had kept hidden under her bodice. The governor screamed as he looked down. He had been shot right through the stomach. As he sagged to the ground he pleaded with Charlotte to help him. His wife just smiled. "Andre darling, I couldn't really kill you. So we'll just leave you here in the woods. You'll live, well at least three or four days. If it hurts really bad, love, I hope you'll think of me." With that, Charlotte headed off back to the palace. William hesitated a moment, and then followed the girl back. They could still hear screaming from the woods as they went back through the gate. EPILOGUE It had been six months now since the battle. Bill had indeed been named governor of the island by King William. Also, while the king had demanded the return of all treasure William had stolen from the British, he had only demanded a tenth of the remainder. Bill had split most of the rest evenly with the pirates, and they were all now very rich men. The last quarter he had given to the British sailors, and even split 150 ways that was a very considerable amount of money. He and Charlotte had married immediately, and his beautiful wife was now expecting. The happy man rolled over in his bed and just looked at his beautiful wife. Charlotte just smiled back. Things were going wonderfully for everyone. Even Priscilla was happy. She had fallen in love with a British officer, and they were to be married the next day. Charlotte also couldn't help being amused by the fact that after everything she had gone through, she had ended up happily married to the governor of St. Dominique. And there would be another wedding in a month. Tekumbe had recovered from her wounds, and had agreed to marry the pirate who had saved her. Her sword arm would never heal completely, but God willing she would never need to hold a sword again. Charlotte did still remember the past, though. She still had dreams where she could hear Andre screaming in the woods. It was at those times that William would look at the woman he loved, and realize just how beautiful she was when she was smiling. THE END * * * * * Dear Readers, I hope this story has been enjoyable. I admit I've had a good time writing it. If you have enjoyed it please let me know. You can either send me feedback, or leave comments after this tale. Also, if you have liked the story and would take the time to vote for either this chapter, or any of the others, I would be very appreciative. For those of you who have asked, the third and last installment in the Casino series is next. I probably won't write much for the rest of the year, so look for the first chapter of "Casino Plot" sometime in January. In the meantime happy holidays to all and a happy New Year. mcfbridge.