0 comments/ 57855 views/ 13 favorites Adventures of Charlotte Ch. 01 By: QueenofDesire A loud noise outside woke her up suddenly and caused her to bolt upright in bed. She was disorientated, unsure exactly of where she was. Then she remembered. She was on a ship, traveling from England, her childhood home, to the south of France, where her new husband and new life awaited her. Everyone assured her it was a good match, but the ship felt like a prison, one that had been drifting for a week at sea, and had no escape. She had been reading in her room and must have drifted off. The sudden noise returned, shaking her out of her trance like dream. She pulled herself up, opened her door and peered down the hallway. All seemed quiet, but she decided to go up on deck and determine the source of the startling loud noise. She pushed open the door to the deck, and all was chaos. She instinctively shut the door and peered through the small portal window. She could see the crew hands running everywhere, pulling on ropes and securing weapons. She could faintly make out another ship, the two bows almost touching. The loud noise suddenly made sense -- it was cannon fire. Her ship was under attack. Despite the carnage that was taking place in front of her eyes, she couldn't turn away. Her own crew was battling an onslaught of men from the other ship who were boarding in waves. She heard the clash of swords, the fire of guns and the screams of battle. She watched everything unfold before her, unsure whether to run, hide or join the massacre. All at once, her eyes met those of a crew member from the invading ship. She felt his eyes bear down on hers and she was compelled to turn and run. Before she managed a full turn, she felt powerful arms grab and wrap around her waist. Her long skirt was caught under her feet and the powerful force behind her lifted her up. She attempted to scream, but another set of hands appeared in front of her face, one covering her mouth and the other her eyes. More men must have gathered around her as she felt the sensation of weightlessness as she was carried outside. Her attempts to scream went unnoticed. The noise outside had quieted down, it seemed like most of the battle was over. She eventually stopped struggling, understanding that her crew must have given up as well. The group of men carried her to the awaiting ship. The chaos around her, the bodies on the deck and the fear within must have caused her to black out, as the sky began to swirl and everything went black. She awoke to find herself in a large room lavishly decorated. A large poster bed sat against the far end, covered in red brocade and silk. For a moment she doubted that the attack was even real, that she had simply dreamt it, because she had never imagined a pirate ship to look like this. She motioned to rub her weary eyes, but realized her hands were tied behind her back and looped around a wooden chair. The faint noise of voices could be heard on the other side of the door which confirmed that the attack was real and she was a prisoner. She strained her neck to look out a porthole window but could only see the vast sea and a distant billow of smoke on the horizon. She feared that it was her ship, her crew, and her belongings flooding the sea and sky in thick smoke. The click of the door startled her. A tall man, finely dressed with a velvet coat and tall boats, holding his hat in hand, appeared in the doorway. He was certainly more handsome than the pirates her uncle warned her about, his thick curly hair well kept. He shut the door and slowly approached the chair she was tied to. She was unsure whether to speak and plead her case, or be strong and stay silent. The tall man broke her dilemma, "It appears that our fine beauty has awoken." He smiled, speaking in perfect English with a gentle accent she couldn't place. She opted to stay silent, begging might provoke him, she thought. "I am Captain Andre," he said more abruptly as he grabbed her chin, "And who might be our new shipmate?" She recoiled at his rough touch, but responded softly, "Charlotte." He smiled at this, and began the explanation that would remain in her mind for months to come. "I trust you understand who we are, a group of pirates that pillages mainly merchant ships heading to and from the Americas. But once and a while we come upon a passenger ship with a strikingly beautiful woman. As a crew, we use her in all of the ways we want until our next port. We usually leave her there, but sometimes, if she is still of use, we sell her to the highest bidder. It has turned out to be a profitable business and it keeps my crew very happy to have a woman available. It seems that you, Miss Charlotte, are our next conquest. Lucky for you, I find you to be particularly attractive and am considering keeping you all for myself, if you are properly submissive and obedient. When, or if, I tire of you, you will become the play toy of the crew. I warn you Miss Charlotte, that they are a particularly ruthless bunch that you do not wish to be involved with. But, if you remain behaved, I think I shall keep you in my bed for a long while." The Captain took Charlotte's head in his hands and began to stroke her golden curly hair gently. She could feel tears welling up inside of her eyes, but she willed them to stop. Captain Andre grabbed a fist full of her hair and tugged it hard so her head turned to look up at him. "I expect you will be obedient, if you wish to avoid the perverted desires of my crew." Charlotte shot him a sour look, but still refused to open her mouth to speak. She considered the irony of her present situation. She didn't want to marry a man she didn't even know, Charlotte craved much more than that. She wanted adventure, something unconventional. She realized now, she was getting her wish. Being kidnapped by pirates and a ruthlessly handsome captain was one of her desires, admittedly. She had heard about young women like herself getting kidnapped and becoming a part of pirate crews, sexually used over and over again. Most of these stories kept young girls up as nightmares, but the thoughts always intrigued Charlotte. However, all of this wasn't what she had imagined. The Captain moved behind her, undoing the tight ropes that were marking her wrists. He threw it to the side, "I'm sure we will need that for later." He pulled her up on her feet, their gazes meeting again. Charlotte kept her look of quiet determination while Captain Andre's original light heartedness had hardened at the prospect of this strong woman. He reached behind her with his strong hands began prying at the laces in the back of her dress. Becoming quickly annoyed, she could hear and feel his hands ripping the silk dress at the seam. He jerked the loose fabric off her body as she motioned to hold it up, but his strength pushed hers away. The silk fell in a large heap at her feet, billowing at her ankles. She was left in her tight bodice and lace petticoat, feeling bare and exposed in front of this abrupt man. Charlotte still didn't speak but she couldn't stop a meek whimper from escaping her lips. Captain Andre laughed, a deep roar of sorts that cut through her ears. He clutched her waist and drew up her petticoat, reaching his large hand behind her and groping the generous flesh of her bare ass. Charlotte wanted to bury her face in his chest and cry, maybe that would encourage him to slow down and comfort her. She could feel his cold hand exploring her soft and tender flesh the moment before his hand came down in a hard slap. The shriek involuntary escaped from her mouth, and Charlotte was disappointed to see that Captain Andre was smirking again. He continued to kneed the soft flesh of her plump buttocks before bringing his hand down to another slap. The imprint of his large hand stung her softness, but she managed to stay quiet. The Captain began to fumble with the back of her corset, loosening the laces. He moved behind her, one hand scratching at the cross laces, the other reaching for the front of her crotch under her petticoat. He roughly rubbed her soft mound and gently slapped it as he continued to remove the laces up the back of her corset. She could feel his own hardness rubbing through his pants against her ass. Charlotte dreaded what she knew would be coming eventually, but was equally embarrassed that the place between her legs was moistening. It seemed that Captain Andre noticed her body's excitement as well. "You are going to make the perfect whore it seems," he whispered. "Your silence betrays your pleasure Miss Charlotte. Soon you will show no resistance and you will be able to enjoy my ravagings of you. The more you learn to enjoy, the higher the price I can get for you one day." She shuddered at his words. Being his personal whore was one thing, but being sold at the next port after being spent by his crew was another. He pulled out the last lace of her corset and ripped it off her body while quickly pulling down her petticoat. He spun her around to face him. Charlotte felt her body completely exposed to his hungry gaze. She could no longer hold her head up in strength, but instead cast her eyes downward and fumbled to try and cover her nakedness. The Captain pinned her arms behind with one hand and squeezed one of her generous breasts with the other. She felt a deep moan rising inside of her, but caught it before it escaped her lips. However Charlotte couldn't contain the moan that escaped when his fingers brushed past her nipple. Captain Andre let out a deep laugh again before roughly clamping his teeth on the rosy flesh that was hardening under his hand. This time Charlotte yelped, the pain shot through her body as he continued to bite down on her large nipple. Captain Andre loosened his grip and roughly grabbed her wrists. He picked up the discarded rope and walked Charlotte over to the lavish bed in the corner. The Captain continued to hold her right wrist as he tied the rope around it tightly. Charlotte could already feel her circulation constrained. As he tied the rope around her wrist to the bed post, he smirked. "I want to make sure you don't try to run away as I take you for the first time. An unfortunate woman once decided that throwing herself into the sea was better than being ravaged by me. You won't be given the same choice." At his last words, the Captain threw Charlotte onto the bed, her right wrist roped to the post. He climbed over her to tightly secure the other side. She could smell him on top of her, the musky sea smell of a well travelled captain mixed with a fine gentlemanly odor that matched his rich clothing. The bed shook at his final strong knot, securing Charlotte from getting away and leaving her arms tied and body exposed to the whims of the Captain. He climbed off of her and pulled down his pants. He left on his shirt, coat and boats as he mounted the bed again. She could feel his prying eyes all over her curvaceous body laid out for him like a feast. Charlotte couldn't bring herself to open her eyes, afraid that she may involuntarily glance at his hardened cock. The moistness between her legs was no longer hidden as he pushed them apart to reveal her waiting slit. She felt embarrassed that her body betrayed her desire, despite her disgust at being treated and used by this man. The tears were welling again, but she knew it would only fuel the Captain's lust. Her eyes still closed, she felt a probing finger spreading her wetness all over her thighs. She felt another hand return to her breasts, roughly squeezing them and pinching her nipples hard. The whimper escaped involuntarily when the Captain twisted the tender rose of her hardened nipple between his fingers, which only caused him to twist harder. The wetness kept building as he continued to spread it gently over the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs. At once, everything stopped. She couldn't feel the Captain's hands or body next to her, and she dared not open her eyes. But they bolted open as he thrust himself abruptly inside of her. His hardness ripped at her flesh as he plunged deep inside. A scream escaped from her this time which echoed against the walls of the room. He kept his cock deep inside of her and Charlotte could feel the throbbing against her tight walls. The ropes in her wrist ached as her muscles clamped down on him. She looked up at him, hovering over her mostly clothed with his cock buried inside. He had so casually removed just his pants, leaving her vulnerably naked underneath him. Was this her new life, being tied to a bed naked and available? The questioning in her eyes seemed to please Captain Andre as he pulled out and thrust roughly back inside in one, swift motion. Every muscle in her body responded to the deepening invasion of her tightness. This time, the thrusts continued, each one harder than the previous. She felt the bed begin to rock under the movement, the ropes digging deeper into her wrists resulting in searing pain. A deep creak beneath her called out each time the Captain forced his thickness deeper. The Captain's hands reached for her sore nipples again and clenched them with his nails. She felt her tender flesh scratch under the pressure of his sharp nails and Charlotte couldn't help but scream again. "That's more like it," Captain Andre snarled. "I like my whores loud, reminding me and themselves of the brutal acts being committed. Your silence will not last. If you won't moan in pleasure for me, I will make you scream." He grunted as the thrusts increased in depth and roughness. Charlotte felt each invasion stretch her walls further and her own moistness could not longer be stopped. She willed herself not to moan for Captain Andre like he wanted, to not let him know that a small part of her was enjoying the pleasure and pain he was forcing her to receive. A part of her was satisfied, wanting to wrap her legs around him and even beg for more. But his brutality and Charlotte's own will kept her from moaning as she wanted. The nails digging into her tender breasts clutched harder as the Captain's entire body began to clench. The thrusts became faster, deeper and more invasive. He let out a deep moan as she felt his body tense into waves of spasms. The moisture between her legs increased as he released deep inside of her. His grasp of her breast was finally released, leaving bright red scratches across soft white flesh. She felt her walls tighten slightly around him, welcoming his seed deep inside. The Captain slowly withdrew. "How did my virgin whore enjoy a pirate's cock?" Captain Andre snickered. Charlotte was silent again, slightly stunned, and the troubled look on her face must have betrayed her. The Captain's expression turned to mild rage as he noticed the lack of virgin blood coating the bed. Charlotte hadn't spoken a word since whispering her name, never thinking to explain that she was not the pirate's ultimate prize, a virgin upper class maiden. It started with some curiosities with the stable boy, her childhood companion, which had turned to a secret love affair. Her parents were forced to send her away when they found out about their daughter's scandalous affections. On their final night together, Charlotte allowed him to take her, just that once, knowing they would never see each other again. Charlotte didn't think Captain Andre wished to hear any reasons as to why his ultimate prize had already been tainted by another man, even if it only happened once. After putting on his pants, with a disturbing calmly-air, Captain Andre provided his second explanation of the day. "It seems that you, a fiendish whore, have tricked me into believing that you were a proper lady. It appears that you can never be obedient and submissive to me, since another man has already taken your prize, heart and ultimate submission. It is necessary that you will be punished for your whorish ways, and especially for betraying me. I have no choice but to send you down to the crew, for I have no interest in experienced whores like yourself." Charlotte knew that any explanation on her part wouldn't help the situation now that Captain Andre was convinced. He moved to untie the ropes and she opened her mouth to speak before stopping herself. She hoped he would change his mind, invite her back to share his bed and be only his, just like he mentioned earlier. But she remained silent. He pulled her up off the bed, rope still around her wrists, and led her to the door. His silence was broken by the noise of the crew on deck who whistled and grabbed at her naked body being dragged into the deep hulls of the ship.... To be continued... Adventures of Charlotte Ch. 02 Charlotte's bare skin was stung by the cool breeze off the sea. Small bumps rose on her arms as the wind ripped through her hair. She began to shiver lightly as she was pulled along by the Captain. He had tied Charlotte's wrists in front of her, leaving her unable to shield herself from the prying hands of the crew. The men parted slowly as the Captain lead her across the deck, grabbing at what they could. She closed her eyes, but it couldn't shield her body from the onslaught of unwanted gropes. Charlotte felt rough hands on her breasts, pulling at her tender nipples. No screams escaped her this time, for she knew it would only provoke the men further. Others grabbed for her flowing hair, pulling it, smelling it, even tasting it. More hands felt her ass, pinching her cheeks still rosey from the Captain's light spanks. She felt a cruel whip graze her rear, but still she did not scream. The walk from one end of the ship to the other felt endless and the crowd of pirates never ceasing. Finally the Captain came to a door at the far end of the deck which he opened to reveal steep wooden steps. He moved quickly and Charlotte was tripping over her feet to keep pace. At least the crowd of unruly crew members were left on deck. It was dark and Charlotte was unaware of how deep this staircase would take them. They reached a first landing, lit sparsely by a dim lantern. The Captain pushed Charlotte to the ground. Without her hand free to brace herself, Charlotte hit the wooden floor hard. It was only then did she make a small sound. As her eyes adjusted, Charlotte realized she had been placed in a small cell with crude metal bars. The floor was covered in mud, most likely due to a small leak a few crew members were attempting to fix. Charlotte felt a deep sense of humiliation build inside of her. She was lying naked, in a muddy cell, a prisoner of a ruthless band of pirates. But she couldn't help be reminded of the wetness between her legs, the handsomely cruel Captain that had taken her. She was only humiliated because a very small part of her was reveling in this experience. Charlotte turned her eyes back to the Captain, who appeared to be talking loudly to someone else in a language she couldn't understand. The crew members fixing the leak appeared to have noticed her and were making whistling noises, intermingled with cruel comments. Just as she was turning back to the Captain, she felt a rough hand pull her back up on her feet and lead her out of the cell. The Captain was no where to be found, but she felt herself being pushed into a small room. Her eyes adjusted to the change of light once again. She found herself in a small bedroom, shoved onto a short bed. A man gradually came into focus as the door shut behind him. Charlotte felt no need to conceal her nakedness any longer, it seemed to be hopeless. She could only imagine what would happen next, and had gradually resigned to taking whatever was going to be forced upon her rather than trying to resist. The man appeared to be slightly older than the Captain, much taller and larger with endlessly broad shoulders. The Captain didn't instill fear in Charlotte, but the presence of this man glaring over her was unnerving. She continued to stare, waiting for him to speak or attack, whichever would come first. As he moved closer to her, standing over top of her, he finally began to speak. "Good afternoon fine Mistress Charlotte. I am Arceneau, the First Mate upon this ship." His voice was more powerful than his form, booming through the modest room. His accent was different than the Captain, far more abrupt and dominant. Charlotte involuntarily began to quiver slightly and fear was pulsated through her veins. Arceneau turned around and pulled a rag from a bucket of water. Charlotte was entranced by his strong hands which wrung the rag. He moved over to her and slowly began washing off the mud that covered the front of her body. He coiled her hair on top of her hand and very delicately wiped her entire body. As he moved to her breasts, he said: "The Captain is very disappointed with you, Mistress Charlotte. You betrayed him, and you have no choice but to pay for it." "Please, I didn't do anything wrong," Charlotte cracked. She realized these were the first real words she had spoken since telling the Captain her name. "I'm deeply sorry Mistress, but you have committed wrongs. You will soon learn the ways of this ship, and it is my job to teach them to you. Don't be afraid, you seem like an attentive student, and I'm confident you will succeed." Arceneau was now wiping her feet, so softly she could barely understand how such rough hands could be so delicate. He placed the rag back in the bucket and moved back towards her. Without warning, Arceneau stooped down to kiss her, parting her lips immediately with his tongue. Confused but compelled, Charlotte responded by opening her mouth further to facilitate his probe. She was embarrassed to feel a rush of excitement as he massaged her head and her hair, letting it fall back down her back. As their lips parted, he moved down to her neck, kissing the soft flesh with a brief fleeting peck. His calloused hand moved to her right breast. He took her soft aching nipple between his two fingers and gently massaged it as he continued to peck at her neck. Charlotte could no longer help the moan that escaped from her lips. She swallowed her pride, shame and embarrassment as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. He continued to gently feel her soft ample breast, the peaked pink nipple that was hardening with each stroke. As his rough beard grazed Charlotte's neck, Arceneau moved his hand to her soft inner thigh. Charlotte jumped slightly at the brief touch as his hand moved higher. She felt his lips move away from her neck and the hand from her breast gave one final stroke before moving away. His deep voice erupted softly, "Now Mistress Charlotte, it is important that you listen. You have been given to me by the Captain, not for sympathy, but for training. Once he learned that you were no longer a virgin, the Captain decided to prepare you for sale at the next port we dock. That means you need to be trained in order to obtain the highest selling price. My job is to supervise this training and administer discipline when necessary. The crew will aid in your training and discipline as well, but you are my responsibility now. Tonight will be your first lesson and after that you will be given to the crew for their use." Arceneau stroked Charlotte's inner thigh continuously as he spoke. His voice was soft, but its depth echoed in the small room. The content of his speech was frightening, but Charlotte was reassured by the gentleness of his words and his loving tender touch. The wetness between her legs was growing, but she was no longer embarrassed. She was anxious to show Arceneau that she was up to any challenge he put in front of her. Her imagination filled with ideas of what he might to do reward her good behavior. She felt no reason to hide her new found reverence of this man. He was causing her fear to dissipate and Charlotte almost felt safe under his strong gaze. Arceneau stood up, towering over her seated naked body. He began to fumble with his pants which quickly fell in a heap to the ground. With his hands on his hips, Arceneau stood tall revealing his hardened cock. Charlotte's eyes were immediately drawn to its form that protruded from between his large legs. "In order to serve our crew, and more importantly to fetch a good selling price, your mouth needs to be trained in order to take a cock. Kneel." With the Captain Charlotte always hesitated, but she felt no choice but to comply with Arceneau and furthermore felt no need to resist his orders. Her bare knees dropped to the ground, as she tried to brace herself with her bound hands. She timidly began licking the tip of the stiff cock that was presented to her. Charlotte licked the underside gently, placing soft kisses all the way up the shaft. Her tongue grazed the head a few times as she continued to lap up his stiffness. The gentle touches and timid strokes were quickly annoying Arceneau, but Charlotte failed to notice his growing agitation. She was eager to please her new master, but unsure of how to. "You may pretend to be an experienced slut, but you have no idea what to do, do you whore?" Arceneau grabbed her hair tightly and tilted her head up to meet his gaze. Charlotte began to feel the same sense of fear again, finally noticing the growing agitation and anger in his once soft eyes. She was afraid to answer, unwilling to admit her own lack of knowledge and disappoint him. She remembered what happened when the Captain became disappointed with her. To her relief, Arceneau's face softened as he released her hair and began to stroke it. "We will deal with your punishment for that later, but now we need to focus on your lesson." Charlotte nodded and took his cock back into her eager mouth. Arceneau placed his hand on the back of her head and gently guided it in deeper. She chocked on its size, the tip clogging the back of her throat, but his hand held steady as she learned how to breathe with this deep intrusion. Arceneau pulled her head back slightly and his cock slid through her lips. He moaned deeply as her lips reached the head. He repeated the process, slowly each time, and Charlotte gradually increased the pressure between her lips, careful to hide her teeth. Arceneau picked up the pace slightly, still keeping his hand on the back of her head, gliding it lightly in and out. "There you are Mistress Charlotte, you are learning now." Arceneau groaned more deeply with each stroke. He finally released his hand from the back of her head and Charlotte glided back and forth without aid. At the next down stroke, she took the length out of her mouth completely to briefly suck on the tip, before plunged the whole thing deep into her throat. Arceneau was pleased with his student, which he communicated to her through the increased depth of his groans and the hardness that continued to fill her mouth with each plunge. Charlotte began to move her face side to side, experimenting with pressure and breathing, depth and moisture. She allowed the saliva to build up in her mouth before spreading it generously all over his cock. The pace increased as she moved her lips up and down, faster and faster. Arceneau was smiling now: "Oh Mistress Charlotte, I know you were the whore the Captain said you were. Eager to please any man that puts his cock before you. You will catch a very good price for your talents and your body." He gently slapped her left breast as she continued to absorb his cock into her throat. Charlotte caught herself reaching out for him as he pulled away. This desperate plea to continue caused a bellowing laugh to erupt from Arceneau. "You'll have plenty of that to do later Mistress, once the crew gets their hands on you." She shuddered at the thought. The rough men on deck were nothing like Arceneau, and she had no desire to service them in this way. Charlotte was hoping that if she pleased Arceneau enough by licking and sucking his cock as much as he wanted, improving her technique all the while, he wouldn't give her to the crew. But she realized this lofty dream was just that - a dream. She looked into his eyes and realized that his expression had hardened considerably. He removed his shirt to reveal a muscular torso. "Get up off the floor and bend your front over the bed, now." Charlotte was surprised at this changed tone. The gentle deep voice that had compelled her into complete reverent submission was now harsh and loud. She pulled herself up, with some difficulty due to her bound hands. Her feet were arranged at the end of the bed as she bent over. Her plump ass was fully exposed to the gaze and punishment of Arceneau, and she instantly felt vulnerable. Before Charlotte was able to brace herself, a sharp sting erupted at her backside. She felt a cruel leather belt fall on her left cheek. Her sharp scream would have surely been heard on the top deck, where the crew was probably waiting with increased anticipation. The shock of the sting and her own voice surprised Charlotte, but she dared not move or attempt to cover herself for the next blow. She could feel her own breath begin to rise in anticipation. The cruel belt came down again, this time harder, on her already sore left cheek. She howled again, no longer attempting to hold back her screams as she did with the Captain. Charlotte couldn't help but feel betrayed by Arceneau who had seemed so gentle and soft with her in the beginning. Now he was whipping her ass mercilessly, harder than the Captain had, causing her entire body to recoil. The fear she felt at the beginning for Arceneau had suddenly returned. While she felt confused by his sudden change in character, she couldn't help but feel the familiar wetness begin to grow. How could this beating be pleasing to her? Was it possible for her to want Arceneau to continue, despite the rising heat and red colour of her cheeks? She resolved that her real desire was to see him pleased, even if it meant her ass turning a deep colour of crimson, covered with small welts from the punishment. She dared not move or attempt to get away from fear of a worse punishment. She could feel her flesh recoil with every strike, sending a wave of painful sensations all the way to her toes. Despite the rising intensity of the lashes, she could feel her nipples continuously harden under the weight of her torso. Charlotte's own embarrassment caused the cheeks of her face to turn the same colour as her painful ass. With each strike of the belt, Charlotte's screams did not quiet and soon she felt her voice breaking. The pain was rising and becoming unbearable. Just as she was about to break down in sobs and begin to beg Arceneau for mercy, she felt his rough hands gently massaging her plump reddened ass. She could feel his fingers softly graze the rising welts. Her body shivered in response to the tender touches. His lips delicately acknowledged her pain, pecking softly at the blistering redness. Charlotte could feel her desire rising once again. The beating did not quell her feelings of want for this cruel man, she still eagerly wanted to please him and respond to his every command. His voice had brought her into submission and even Charlotte admitted there was no turning back. "Mistress Charlotte, you have undergone your first round of training, received your punishment and now it is time for my reward. When I'm finished with you whore, I will bring you back to your cell where you will await being summoned for the crew." Arceneau's voice was back to its commanding bellow that caused the walls to shake momentarily. Charlotte felt meek and exposed under this man's presence, her ass still elevated to meet his continued gaze. He seemed to be marveling at his handywork with the leather belt when his hands first parted her sore fattened cheeks. "I'm afraid, Mistress Charlotte, that you will need to learn to enjoy this. The Captain has taken you first and therefore it is necessary that I claim my reward in other ways." Charlotte was once again entranced with his words and failed to listen to the content of his speech. Without warning she felt her cheeks spread further and a large thumb probing at her tight rosebud. Arceneau moaned deeply as he felt it's tightness wrap around his finger. He briefly inserted a finger into her pussy, still sopping from the Captain's exploits, which had been combined with her own ever-rising juices. She yelped at the invasion and quick departure. Arceneau spread his wettened finger on her exposed asshole. Partially in shock from the quickness of events, Charlotte was unable to respond when he first began pushing his large hardened cock against her tight passage. As the head passed the first barrier, a wave of pain shot through her body. He continued to push it in harder and a shrill scream erupted from Charlotte's mouth. His thickness was unwelcoming and pushing the walls of her ass past its tolerance point. It gripped his cock with ferocious intensity and her own scream, now culminating into a shriek, was joined with a deep moan from Arceneau. He continued to push, forcing every inch of his thickness deep inside on the first thrust. Charlotte was reeling, continuing to scream, but his firm hands held her hips in place. Just when she was reaching her final breaking point, Arceneau stopped pushing. She felt some of the length pull out slowly, rubbing cruelly against her stretched walls. As the head began to pass through, Arceneau shoved his entire length back in. Charlotte let out another sheer cry, shocked at the increasing pain. She grabbed onto the blankets and gripped them tightly with her hands while Arceneau continued to ravage her. As he stopped pushing and began to pull out slowly once again, Charlotte was able to recognize the wetness that was now dripping down the inside of her thigh. Her muscles were contracting and her humiliation was growing. Arceneau seemed to have noticed as well for she heard a deep chuckle erupt behind her, and a few fingers were dipped in her wetness. Her confusion was mounting -- this ruthless man was ravaging her, just as the Captain did, punishing her with pain and humiliation, but the wetness was no accident. "You are just as the Captain told me, Mistress Charlotte, a whore who savors her punishment. You will indeed fetch a good price, I can be sure of that. It will be a pity to see you leave though, I don't think I could grow tired of that meek look on your face combined with that unspeakable feeling of lust as I continue to use you." Another laugh exploded from Arceneau as he pushed harder into Charlotte's stretched ass. She couldn't help but continue to scream, even though she knew her cries were futile and he was probably enjoying the shrill sound. The pain was mounting, Arceneau was relentless with his pushing cock, but her scream originated from her confused frustration. His voice was continuing to persuade her, and despite the burning pain deep in her ass, she couldn't help but become wetter. He increased his thrusts, in intensity, depth and speed. The hands on her hips were gripping tighter to hold her thrashing body in place as the abuse on her virgin rosebud continued. The pain was not dissipating and her once perfectly plump ass was becoming ravaged, beaten on the outside and fucked on the inside, close to the point of breaking. Her mind began to go black and the room was starting to spin. Charlotte felt herself at the point of passing out when she felt Arceneau's cock begin to twitch inside of her. His final thrust was deep and powerful, causing one final scream to erupt from Charlotte's throat. Arceneau joined the chorus with his deep moan of satisfaction and he released deep inside her pained ass. Her muscles, although greatly stretched, still gripped his cock as he continued to come deep inside. She felt these final twitches as her scream died down. Arceneau pulled out slowly to reveal her reddened hole, now dripping with his seed. Her own wetness was still flowing down the inside of her thigh, which caused Arceneau to bellow again and Charlotte to shrink with humiliation. When her body began to slip off the bed, Arceneau realized that she had fainted on the final thrust. This caused a large smile to cover his face, proud of what he had done to this slut. He looked at her abused ass once again, the welts now defined and erupting in small patterns all over her ample behind. Despite his large form, Arceneau realized he needed help to carry her back. He knocked on the door and two crew members appeared. The three of them picked up her limp body, dripping from all orifices with spit, come, and tears. They threw her back into the dark cell, on top of the mud pile Arceneau had rescued her from. She was to stay there until she awoke from her trance like dream. Arceneau smiled, hoping for her sake that she continued to sleep a while... the crew would be waiting for her to wake and soon she would be begging for him to take her away from their merciless exploits.