0 comments/ 41076 views/ 5 favorites Amy's Algerian Anal Adventure Pt. 01 By: amor_vincit Author's note: This is my attempt at a pastiche of a historical novel – a sort of Jane Austen meets the Lustful Turk. The views and attitudes of some characters represent those of the period and are not mine! I hope you enjoy the story. CHAPTER 1 In which Amy and Lucy's governess applies firm discipline Our story begins, gentle reader, in the tumultuous summer of the year 1815. They tyrant Bonaparte had been overthrown and exiled to St Helena and peace descended at last on Europe. As for myself, I had just attained the age of eighteen years and eagerly anticipated the pleasures of entry into society. One small cloud blighted the sunny face of this glorious summer. My beloved father, an eminent diplomat, was to be dispatched to Italy to conduct important negotiations on behalf of his Majesty's government. Despite all my pleadings he would not consent to my accompanying him on his outward journey. Finally after many remonstrations on my part he consented to accept that I should join him at a later date. It was agreed that on the conclusion of his business I should join him together with my cousin Lucrezia, our governess and a suitable chaperone. I should explain to you, dear reader, that my beloved mother has departed this life many years before when I was no more than an infant. However, my dear father had cared for me with the utmost solicitude from that dreadful moment onwards. Into our household came my cousin Lucrezia the child of my mother's sister who had married an Italian gentleman. Sadly, Lucrezia had been orphaned when cholera swept through the country of her birth and the small child had been brought to England and placed in the care of my own father. The education and upbringing of Lucrezia and me, or Lucy as she came to be called in our family was entrusted to our governess Miss Frances Burnley. Miss Burnley was the daughter of an impoverished parson somewhere in the North of England. Miss Burnley was what many would have described as a handsome young woman, sadly the beauty of her features was to my view marred by a severity of expression and manner. I came to realise as my perceptions sharpened with maturity that Miss Burnley harboured a mortal resentment towards those who had been born into more fortunate positions than herself. A more sensitive soul might have felt some pity towards two orphaned and motherless girls. Miss Burnley, however, only nurtured her antipathy towards us based, doubtless, upon her resentment at her need to take employment, albeit with an employer as benevolent and kindly as my father. While Miss Burnley was the epitome of charm and sweetness to my father, her manner towards Lucy and myself was one of coldness and impatience. Our lessons were conducted in an atmosphere of iron discipline and she was only too ready to chastise us for the smallest errors in our lessons or the slightest misdemeanours in our deportment. While my father was the gentlest and most loving of men, he believed in firm discipline and any complaints by Lucy or myself were shrugged off in his usual deprecatory manner. Miss Burnley knew best. Miss Burnley came with the best possible references from the most excellent families. The news that my dear father was to depart for Italy and leave us in the care of this cold hearted woman filled my heart with dread. In my father's absence her ruthless discipline would go unchecked and all the bitter resentments, which doubtless filled her bosom, would be poured out upon the two unfortunate girls in her change. Sadly all too soon the day came when my father's trunks were packed into his carriage and Lucy and I bade him a fond farewell. He reassured us that he would soon send for us and departed. In the meantime the overseeing of the household and indeed of Lucy and myself was to be in the hands of Lady Okeleigh, a widowed lady who was an old friend of my father's. Lady Okeleigh had arrived at our house a few days earlier and installed herself in the best bedroom other than my father's. There she spent much of her time attended by her own maid and a negro manservant by the name of Johnson. It quickly became apparent that Lady Okeleigh had little interest in taking responsibility for the running of the house or in the care and education of the two young girls who had been placed in her charge. She was only too happy to delegate the former to the housekeeper, while Miss Burnley was allowed a free rein in overseeing our daily activities. Within a few days the difference which this would make in our lives became immediately apparent. Lucy and I were taking our afternoon lesson with Miss Burnley who was instructing us in the intricacies of French grammar. While Lucy spoke Italian well, having learnt it from her mother, she had no grasp of the rules of language and found it difficult to pick up more than a few words of French using Miss Burnely's formal method of tuition. Lucy made error after error in the exercises set by Miss Burnley and our governess became increasingly irate at my cousin's lack of attention to her studies. Finally, Miss Burnley asked Lucy a question concerning the agreement of adjectives and Lucy burst out; "Really Miss Burnley, this is just too tiresome. May we not undertake some more interesting and meaningful activity. Perhaps we might go for a ride in the park?" Miss Burnley's face darkened and she said; "Miss Lucrezia, you will continue the exercise until you have completed it. If there are any errors you will remain in this room until you have corrected every one of them. If necessary, Miss Amy will go riding this afternoon without you." "But this is not fair!" exclaimed Lucy. "We have worked on these stupid French exercises all morning. I don't want to learn French, it's a stupid language anyway." At this she dropped her book and rushed into the next room. Miss Burnley followed her and although I remained seated I could hear raised voices through the open door. "Miss Lucrezia, you will return to the school room this instant." Miss Burnley cried in her most commanding tone. Lucy could be stubborn and willful but she dared not disobey Miss Burnley. Even trivial acts of disobedience could earn a loss of privileges and both of us had spent weary afternoons writing out lines when we should have been walking in the garden or riding in the park. Recently Miss Burnley had taken to a novel form of punishment. This entailed beating us on the hands with a ruler. The victim had to hold her hand out while Miss Burnley administered the specified number of strokes. She had once given Lucy six very hard strokes and she had been quite unable use that hand for the rest of the day. Reluctantly Lucy returned to the schoolroom followed by Miss Burnley who shut the door behind her. "Very well," said Miss Burnley, "I see I have no option but to teach you a lesson. And Miss Amy, let this be a lesson to you too concerning the punishment for insubordination. I will not be spoken to in this way." At that Miss Burnley strode across to a cupboard in the corner of the room and to my great astonishment returned bearing a long and wicked looking cane. Where she had obtained this I had no idea as neither my father nor any other member of the household had ever physically chastised Lucy or myself before. I saw Lucy quail for a moment and then attempt to recover her composure. "Bend over my desk," commanded Miss Burnley. "But, no" mumbled Lucy. "You can't, this is not right." "It is completely right and I shall punish you as I see fit," the governess said icily. "Now bend over the desk." Lucy hesitated one moment longer and then complied with the order which she had been given. I was unable to move, so shocked was I at this unexpected development. Lucy bent over Miss Burnley's desk which was just waist high. I could see she was now very apprehensive as to what was to come next. Suddenly to my surprise Miss Burnley grasped the hem of Lucy's dress and pulled it up folding her skirts above her waist. The action was so quick that neither of us had time to respond. In the summer months it was our custom not to wear drawers or other underclothes in order to enjoy a little coolness so Lucy's nether regions were now revealed in their stark nakedness. For one of Mediterranean ancestry Lucy was quite pale and the white moons of her plump little buttocks were now revealed spread across Miss Burnley's desk. I expected Lucy to react in some way but she was clearly so surprised and terrified that she remained frozen in her position. Before she was able to come to her senses, Miss Burnley raised the cane and brought it down with considerable force on Lucy's posterior. Lucy gasped in pain but Miss Burnley simply raised the instrument once more and brought it down with a swish on my poor cousin's naked buttocks. Still Miss Burnley was not content and seemed to raise herself in order to bring all her energies into a third stroke. This time the cane landed with an almighty crack and dear Lucy emitted a shriek of agony. As Miss Burnley stepped back I observed three cruel red weals across poor Lucy's pale buttocks. The final and most forceful blow had actually broken the skin and drawn blood. Miss Burnley appeared a little out of breath but abruptly stated, "Lessons today are concluded, you will both go to your room and remain there until teatime." Lucy hurriedly pulled down her dress and stood rather shakily. There were tears running down her cheeks and I quickly moved to assist her in leaving the room. I held her as she hobbled along the corridor to our room. Lucy and I had always shared a bedroom since she came to live with us and although my father had offered us separate rooms as we grew older we had always enjoyed the pleasure of one another's company. As soon as we attained the sanctuary of our room Lucy collapsed face down upon her bed and sobbed into her pillows. I sat on the edge of her bed and comforted her as best I could. Gradually the sobbing gave way to anger and, as was her wont when angry, Lucy lapsed into her father's tongue letting loose a stream of what I took to be Italian obscenities directed at our governess. Gradually I soothed her and reassured her. I promised that the next day I would inform Miss Burnley that we would not tolerate the use of the cane and that we would report any further attempts to chastise either of us in this way to Lady Okeleigh. "How does it feel?" I asked Lucy as her anger gradually subsided. "Is it most dreadfully sore?" "It is rather," she replied. I suddenly remembered that in my dressing table I had a salve which I had obtained form the apothecary in town. He had assured me that it would soothe any sore skin or minor abrasions and indeed it had proved a most efficacious remedy when I had suffered sore lips in the cold weather the previous winter. "Lucy, would you like to try some of my salve. I am sure it would soothe you a little. You might feel a little better," I suggested. "Very well," she said rather hesitantly. "Anything which might mitigate the infernal stinging in my backside." I fetched the little tin of salve. "Would you like to do it or would you rather I applied it for you?" I asked. "Oh Amy, do be a darling and rub it in ever so gently," replied Lucy. At this Lucy pulled up her dress and lay on her side facing away from me. I opened the little tin and took a small quantity of the ointment on my finger. Lucy's poor rump still revealed the cruel marks left by Miss Burnley's punishment. Along the edges of the fierce red stripes were also purple marks of bruising such had been the ferocity of the caning. I gently applied the salve all over the inflamed stripes. Once or twice Lucy winced as I rubbed a particularly tender spot. However, after a few moments I was gratified when Lucy announced that she felt soothed and that the pain had abated somewhat. I gave thanks that I had had the foresight to purchase the magical concoction which had so speedily alleviated my dear Lucy's distress. Both of us now cheered up a little, happy in the prospect that tomorrow we might put Miss Burnley to flight and that until the next morning we were released from the confines of the schoolroom. CHAPTER 2 In which Amy and Lucy discover Miss Burnley's secret The next day we presented ourselves as usual in the schoolroom following breakfast. Suddenly the confidence which I had displayed to Lucy the day before evaporated. I dreaded facing the awful Miss Burnley. However, I knew that I could not allow her to repeat her behaviour of the day before. "Very well girls, to work. Today I expect no idleness and no insubordination," Miss Burnley announced briskly. "Miss Burnley," I began rather timorously, "we do not feel that you have the right to chastise either of us in the manner which occurred yesterday." "I beg your pardon, Miss Amy," said the governess sternly. "I said, you have no right to use the cane on us," I replied. "You know my father would not approve of it." "Young Madam, in your father's absence I shall use whatever means of discipline I deem appropriate." Miss Burnley said. "Now take your seat unless you wish for a dose of the medicine which Miss Lucrezia received yeasterday." "Miss Burnley, I shall inform Lady Okeleigh of what has occurred and we shall see what she has to say about it." I said with as much confidence as I could muster. "Lady Okeleigh! Do you think she cares about you. She is more interested in her footman than you!" Miss Burnley screamed. "Now take your seat and get to work." The day seemed to drag endlessly. It was oppressively hot and neither Lucy nor myself felt inclined to apply ourselves to our lessons. Miss Burnley seemed to find fault in every exercise which we completed. I hoped that my act of defiance that morning might deter her from further resort to physical punishment but I was not sure. I dreaded the moment when she might extract her cane once more from the cupboard and use it for its dreadful purpose on one of us. During the afternoon lesson Miss Burnley told us that she needed to go and speak to Lady Okeleigh. She gave us strict instructions to work silently on the composition which she had set us and left the room. We heard her footsteps echo down the corridor. Lucy immediately began a whispered conversation with me. "Thank god that harridan has left us alone for a while at last," she said. "Do you think I have managed to put her off using that dreadful cane?" I asked. "I do hope so." Lucy replied. "I do not believe my poor bum could support another such thrashing as she meted out yesterday." We continued our whispered conversation in this manner for some minutes keeping our ears wide open for any sound indicating Miss Burnley's return. We were in the midst of analysing one the multiple character defects of our governess when I turned round and gasped in horror. There framed in the doorway stood Miss Burnley. Her face was like thunder. "Did I not instruct you to work silently on your compositions?" she asked in an icy tone. "Yes Miss," we both replied. "But instead you chose to fritter away your time in idle gossip. It is clear that yesterday's lesson was not learnt. You will both receive six of the best. However, we will first finish the lesson and then you may receive your punishment at the end of class." This was even worse that I had expected not only were we to be soundly caned but we would have to undergo the torment of waiting through the rest of the lesson before this torture was inflicted upon us. The rest of the afternoon dragged interminably. I tried to concentrate on my composition but found it difficult to focus on Caesar's invasion of Gaul while the prospect of a forthcoming laceration of my backside was looming. Finally the schoolroom clock showed the time of three o'clock, the time when lessons usually came to an end. Miss Burnley rose from her desk and asked us to hand her our compositions. "Miss Lucrezia, you will receive punishment first," she began. "Having experienced the cane yesterday you should now know how to comport yourself." I saw a look of dread appear on Lucy's face as she hesitatingly made her way to the governess's desk. She slowly bent over it assuming the position required for the punishment. "If you would please arrange your skirt, Miss Lucrezia," Miss Burnley ordered. Lucy very reluctantly reached down, pulled her skirt up to her waist and once more bent over the desk. Her poor buttocks still bore the marks of yesterdays beating, though the redness had faded somewhat thanks to the blessed salve which I had applied. Miss Burnley raised her cane with a look of triumph on her face and then brought the instrument down forcefully upon my poor cousin's exposed bare bum. Five more dreadful strokes succeeded the first until the dear girl's buttocks were simply covered in red stripes. To her credit Lucy gritted her teeth and refused to give the dreadful woman the pleasure of hearing her cry out. However, as she smoothed down her skirts and walked away from the desk there were tears of pain and frustration in her beautiful dark eyes. "Now Miss Amy," said Miss Burnley with a sinister smile. "You have escaped punishment for long enough, you wicked girl. You will now assume the position." All afternoon I had prepared speeches in my head, planning how I would defy Miss Burnley, how I would threaten to report her to my father. Sad to say when the dreadful moment arrive my courage fled and I meekly crossed over to the desk, hesitatingly raised the hem of my dress and bent over. Miss Burnley was breathing hard and I hoped desperately that she might have dissipated her energy in her assault on Lucy leaving less strength for her attack on me. This hope was soon dispelled as the first blow landed on my rear. The cane landed with an almighty crack perfectly in the centre of my buttocks. White hot pain shot through me and I emitted a small scream of agony. My buttocks felt on fire but I barely had time to register the pain before the second blow landed this time slightly lower. After the third blow I felt as if I could take no more. My posterior felt as if it were on fire and each blow sent a shock though my entire body as I fancy it might feel to be struck by lightning. There was, however, to be no mercy from Miss Burnley who appeared to have a ferocious energy when it came to the application of physical chastisement. The fourth blow landed and I felt as though I might soon swoon with pain. Mercilessly she laid on a fifth blow and then the final stroke. Perhaps the exertion was taking its toll or perhaps Miss Burnley perversely chose to change her target but the final swish of the cane landed across the top of my thighs. While my buttocks had achieved a a sort of numbness such was the degree of punishment they had suffered, my thighs were as yet untocuched and once more the white hot pain of that first blow shot through me. Miss Burnley collapsed in a chair breathing heavily. Panting she finally managed to announce that the day's lesson was concluded and that we were dismissed. Such was the dreadful pain in my backside and legs I could hardly walk and Lucy was hardly in a better state. Together we limped from the schoolroom and staggered to our room. We collapsed on our beds face down and lay there in shock for some minutes. It was Lucy who broke the silence. "Amy, I think I need your salve more than yesterday. I do not believe I shall ever be able to sit down again," she said. I struggled to my dressing table and once more found the little tin from the apothecary. I gently pulled back Lucy dress. Her poor buttocks were now criss-crossed with fierce red weals and I could almost fancy I could see them throbbing with pain. As gently as possible I applied quantities of the ointment. Once or twice Lucy flinched as even the gentlest of applications caused pain to a particularly tender spot. At last I finished and Lucy announced that the pain had abated somewhat and her bum felt soothed. Amy's Algerian Anal Adventure Pt. 01 "Now you must allow me to repay the favour," she said. "If you would I would be so grateful," I replied and rolled over now exposing my naked rump to Lucy. My buttocks were so tender that at the first touch of Lucy's finger I flinched. However, she deftly smeared the salve on my bruised buttocks and a wonderful coolness pervaded the flesh which had previously been burning with pain. I had no knowledge of the contents of this marvelous ointment but it certainly had almost magical properties for the relief of pain. After some minutes of gently rubbing the salve into my buttocks Lucy had entirely covered my backside with the creamy emollient and also rubbed it well into the skin. I expected her to desist once she had completed this task but her hands continued to rove over my buttocks and thighs. The sensation was not altogether unpleasant so I remained lying facing away from her and allowed her hands to continue their gentle exploration of my nether regions. Before long one of Lucy's hands had continued its exploration between my legs. Her fingers gently brushed the curly hairs between my legs and caressed my silken nether lips. I lay there frozen. No one had ever touched me in this forbidden place before yet here I was enjoying the sensation of being stroked in this soft declivity. It could not be right that I was enjoying the caresses of another female and yet it was clearly a source of pleasure. I moaned softly as Lucy continued her caresses. I could not resist the temptation to ever so slightly open my thighs giving Lucy easier access to the quivering slit between them. Now her fingers began to effect the most gently and insidious entry into my throbbing orifice. I could feel a trickle of wetness now between my legs. I remained facing away from Lucy, I dared not move, I dared not look her in the face. Yet the wandering caresses of her hands were like a sweet balm after the violent punishment inflicted by Miss Burnley. Soon her fingers were stimulating the engorged bud at the entrance to my gushing orifice. Such was my innocence at that time that I had still to fully realise the pleasure available to one of my sex from this exquisite little organ. It did not take Lucy long to educate me in this. Her finger continued to rub and caress me in the most delightful manner possible. Sweet waves of pleasure were sweeping through my loins. Soon I was riding a plateau of ecstasy. From that small center of pleasure a delirious feeling of the most exquisite delight crept through my whole body. Lucy was now massaging my little bud quite vigorously with one hand and I noticed that her other hand had crept between her own legs and was performing the same service upon her own tiny organ. Suddenly I was seized by the most delightful and uncontrollable spasms of pleasure. My whole body writhed in a kind of ecstasy. I had never experienced such feelings before. For a few moments I writhed in a helpless climax swooning and moaning with pleasure. As this climax subsided I turned over and smiled at Lucy. "Thank you, that was quite wonderful," I said. "Was that your first time?" she asked. "Well yes, I suppose it was," I replied puzzled. "You mean to say you have done this before?" "Never with anybody else," she answered. "But often at night when you are asleep I rub myself under the covers and give myself that wonderful feeling which you have just experienced. Now you have had your fun, are you going to finish me off?" I suddenly realised that I had selfishly permnitted Lucy to caress me to an ecstatic climax but that I had allowed her to remain unfulfilled. I reached across and let my fingers run through the thick bush of black hair which grew profusely between Lucy's legs. Exploring this thicket I probed deeper and found the valley at its center. I had never touched a woman's sex in this way before not even my own and I took pleasure in exploring the thick soft lips which surrounded the entrance to Lucy's female orifice. Spreading the lips with my fingers I could admire the tiny pink bid of her clitoris surmounting the entrance. I inserted one finger into her sweet pink canal and felt the wetness of her juices. These I smeared on the tiny clitoris and gently rubbed around this little organ. Lucy moaned in pleasure. I continued to slowly rub her precious bud. I loved the sensation that I was giving so much pleasure to my dear friend. My hand moved faster and Lucy moaned louder. She was now lying on her back on the bed with her dress drawn up around her waist. Her plump white thighs were spread wide apart as my hand buried itself deep in the black tuft of her pubis rubbing ever harder and faster. Suddenly to my intense gratification Lucy began to writhe with pleasure. It was clear that she too was now achieving a climax of the same intensity to my own. "Oh Amy, yes please, yes please," she cried over and over again as her body bucked and quivered in ecstasy. I plunged my finger deep into her quim and felt wave after wave of liquid nectar gushing out onto my hand. The muscles of her little channel tightened and contracted in spasms around my finger as her whole body was racked by wave after wave of intense pleasure. All too soon it was over. We lay together in one another's arms and whispered endearments to one another. Suddenly the gong sounded for afternoon tea rousing us from our reverie and summoning us to join the rest of the household. We passed our usual uneventful evening reading and sewing after dinner. Lady Okeleigh did not grace us with her presence and Miss Burnley maintained a stony silence throughout the evening, so we had not even the opportunity to play at cards, which was our usual pleasure. At nine o'clock we were sent to bed as usual by Miss Burnley and were soon lying in our beds discussing the events of the day. My bum still retained a residual soreness but thanks to the marvelous salve I was at least able to sit down and the pain was bearable. Neither of us could sleep. It was a hot and oppressive night and I opened our french windows which gave onto a large balcony below which was my father's Orangery. Our room was positioned at one corner at the rear of the house. Next door was Miss Burnley's sitting room and next to that her bedroom. At the other end of the corridor also facing the rear of the house was Lady Okeleigh's bedroom. All these rooms had large French windows which allowed access to the Orangery roof. It was thus theoretically possible to communicate form one room to another via the Orangery roof rather than the corridor of the house. Lucy and I had spent many happy hours playing on this roof as small children. The hour grew later and later and still neither of us could sleep. Despite the late hour it was still very warm and close. The clock on the stable tower had just struck midnight when Lucy said, "Let's go on the roof . It is so infernally hot in here." I quickly agreed and together we crept out onto the moonlit roof of the Orangery. Above us a huge harvest moon bathed the whole house in a brilliant white light. Outside it was a little cooler and we stood on the roof looking back at the house. At this late hour the whole house was in darkness but we noticed that the windows to Miss Burnley's bedroom were wide open. Lucy beckoned to me and we crept closer. Suddenly both of us froze. From within our governesses room came a soft rhythmic moaning. On tiptoes we crept further forward until we were at the window's edge and both of us cautiously leaned round to peer into the room. The sight which met our gaze was one which both amazed and delighted us. The moonlight filled the room, flooding our governess's bed in its white light. Miss Burnley was lying on top of the bed entirely naked. Her dark hair lay spread out across her pillows, her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed. I had to confess that she had a most fair figure with small but well formed breasts and slim pale legs. However, it was the activity between her legs which attracted most of out attention. . Between the governesses thighs was thick tuft of dark brown hair and her left hand was deep in this bush feverishly rubbing herself. Her right hand grasped a hairbrush, the handle of which was buried between her legs. Miss Burnley was energetically thrusting the wooden implement in and out of her gushing cavity. Now the rhythmic moaning was reaching a crescendo. The governess's rubbing of her excited little clitoris became increasingly frenetic and with each thrust of the hairbrush into her raging cunny she brought her hips up to meet it as if wishing to impale herself on the invading wooden implement. Finally her whole frame shuddered and she pushed the brush deep into her inner recess and held it there for a few moments, clearly enjoying the last sensations of her climax. Lucy and I quickly pulled back form the window, looking at one another gleefully. Lucy gestured to me that we should return to our room and we crept back though our own window as silently as possible. For a long time we whispered excitedly to one another concerning this new insight into the disposition of our governess. It would seem that beneath the stern breast of the ice maiden beat a passionate and lascivious heart. Finally after a much speculation as to Miss Burnley's other sexual proclivities the two of us fell into a deep sleep. CHAPTER 3 In which the true nature of the relationship between Lady Oakleigh and her manservant is revealed. We arrived at breakfast the next day and were surprised to see Lady Okeleigh at the table. Standing behind her chair was her manservant, Johnson, who seemed to accompany her everywhere. This negro was an imposing figure in his blue and gold livery coat and powdered wig. He stood over six feet tall waiting impassively but attentively for his mistress's command. Lady Okeleigh rarely emerged from her room before noon and generally took breakfast in bed. We wondered what had prompted her to join us this morning. It did not take us long to find out. Lady Okeleigh presided at the head of the breakfast table looking splendidily beautiful. Although close to fifty she remained a most handsome woman and, when she chose to display these qualities, still retained the sparkle and vivacity for which she was noted in her youth. It was rumoured that as Miss Harriet Emberton she had been courted by many of the most eligible young men in the country but no one was surprised when she consented to marry the fabulously rich and glamorous Lord Okeleigh and became the chatelaine of his mansion Okeleigh Hall. Lord Okeleigh was addicted to riding to hounds and sadly had died following a fall while hunting. Since that time Lady Okeleigh had run the affairs of the estate until her son George, the present Lord Okeleigh came of age. As a widow Lady Okeleigh had, it was said, attracted nearly as many eligible admirers as in her youth but for reasons best known to herself had refused all offers of marriage. Nevertheless, she remained a notable society hostess and was ever active on the social scene in the London season. As we tucked into bacon and eggs Lady Okeleigh suddenly addressed us. "I have a little announcement to make. I have decided to hold a small country house party at Okeleigh Hall. I would like you, Amy and Lucy to join us. I think you are now of an age where you should be becoming familiar with the ways of society and I am sure that you will find your time with us amusing. Miss Burnley, you will of course accompany the young ladies as chaperone." Miss Burnley opened her mouth as if to speak but was quelled by a glance form Lady Okeleigh. "Did you wish to say something Miss Burnley?" she asked imperiously. "Oh, no your ladyship, except that I am not sure what Sir Arthur would make of all this," said the governess. "Miss Burnley, Sir Arthur has entrusted his daughter and niece to my charge. I am sure he has every confidence that I always have their best interests at heart." Lady Okeleigh said forcefully. "Of course your ladyship," acquiesced Miss Burnley. "We shall depart in three days time and stay at the Hall for a week. I shall instruct the maids to pack for you," said Lady Okeleigh. She then stood up and swept form the table, followed by the ever attentive Johnson. Lucy and I looked at one another in glee. This meant that we were to escape the confines of the schoolroom for a few days and what is more experience the pleasures of society for a while. The prospect of spending time in the grand environment of Okeleigh Hall simply added to our excitement. In the meantime we faced the prospect of two more days under Miss Burnely's instruction. However, even Miss Burnley appeared to be in a better mood as we settled to our lesson Perhaps her activities of the previous night had assuaged her frustration or perhaps even Miss Burnley was cheered by the prospect of a change of air. Whatever the cause, the oppressive atmosphere in the schoolroom lifted and we were allowed to work without the usual barrage of criticism. Nevertheless the day passed slowly in the summer heat. Neither Lucy nor I could bear to endure the wait until our trip should begin. That night it was again oppressively hot and the moon shone brightly once more. Lucy and I chatted excitedly in our room about what adventures might befall us during our stay at Okeleigh Hall. Lucy hoped that there might be some handsome and charming gentlemen in the party who would dance with her. I looked forward to the opportunity for some new conversation. Suddenly Lucy spoke. "Amy, you don't think Burnley is at it again tonight next door." "Well you never know," I replied, grinning. "Shall we go and take a peek," Lucy asked. "Yes, let's," I replied. Once more we crept out through the French windows and onto the roof. A brief survey revealed that tonight Miss Burnley's windows were firmly shut and the curtains drawn so whatever vicarious activities that lady might be engaged in they were not to be revealed to our curious eyes on this occasion. Further examination of the façade of the house however revealed that a sliver of light was coming from between the curtain's of Lady Okeleigh's room. Finding this alternative target for our curiosity both of us were drawn to the window of her ladyship's room at the other end of the building. We both applied our eyes to the window pane and through a small gap in the curtains were delighted to be able to inspect most of the room within. The room was well lit with a number of candles and in the centre of the far wall was a great four poster bed. Lady Okeleigh entered the room carrying a candle and placed it on a small table beside the bed. To our surprise following behind her came Johnson who also placed a candle he was carrying on the table. If Lady Okeleigh was preparing for bed why was she not attended by her maid? This question which both of us were asking ourselves was quickly answered. Lady Okeleigh was indeed preparing herself for bed but appeared to prefer the services of her male servant for this office. Johnson unbuttoned the back of his mistresses dress and slipped it from her shoulders. He neatly smoothed the dress and disappeared out of sight presumably to place it in a closet. He swiftly returned and assisted Lady Okeleigh to remove a sequence of undergarments. Her tight corset required some unlacing before the servant was able to loosen it and remove it. Finally Lady Okeleigh stepped from her drawers and stood quite naked in the middle of the room clearly illuminated by the candlelight. For a woman of her age she certainly possessed a fine figure. Her soft and ample breasts still possessed much of the tautness and firmness of her youth. Released from her corset her belly now displayed a slight roundness and there was a slightly dimpled plumpness to her thighs. However, all in all this was a most handsome woman and I could well understand the rumours that she attracted admirers who were only half her age. Johnson appeared once more in our line of sight, having presumably completed his duties in putting away his mistress's clothes. She meanwhile sat in a chair still perfectly naked while the manservant proceeded to produce a hairbrush and to brush out her long dark hair. This was of a remarkable lustre and richness and hung in long wavy tresses over her shoulders. Next Johnson produced a jug of hot water and filled a bowl on the washstand at one side of the room. He placed a towel on the floor and his mistress stepped forward to stand on it. Johnson dipped a sponge in the water and proceeded to wipe it across her ladyships back. He worked thoroughly and methodically, first down her back and then down first one arm and then the other. Throughout this Lady Okeleigh remained impassive standing like some Roman stature of the goddess Juno, only raising her arms to allow the servant to cleanse the tufts of her armpits and the underside of her arms. Johnson now continued his ministrations on the front of her ladyship's body, which was facing us. Although his broad back partly obscured our vision of this process we were able to discern him steadily soaping and rinsing his mistress's breasts and stomach. Now he knelt at her feet and washed first one leg and then the other. Lucy and I held our breath, surely Lady Okeleigh would not permit a servant to wash the most intimate and private part of her anatomy. But no, Johnson continued his work gently soaping the generous bush of dark hair which thickly forested the lady's Mount of Venus. His sponge worked its way between her legs seemingly finding every crevice and orifice. For a moment the impassive look on Lady Okeleigh's face was replaced by a small smile of pleasure as the servant carefully rinsed the thicket concealing her pudenda. Finally, Johnson brought a large white towel and carefully dried every portion of his mistress's body. Lady Okeleigh now climbed onto the bed and still quite naked laid herself down on top of the coverlet. Instead of lying along the length of the bed she lay across it with her legs draped over the edge. To our astonishment Johnson did not leave the room but standing by the bed began to divest himself of his own apparel. All his clothing he neatly folded and placed on a chest in the corner of the room. Within a few moments our eyes were gratified by the sight of this huge Negro standing naked beside his mistress's bed. He was a most magnificent figure of a man, the rippling muscles of his arms and chest gleamed in the candlelight. What attracted our attention and held us spellbound was the huge organ which hung between his legs. At that time neither Lucy nor I had seen a man naked so we had no basis for comparison but my subsequent experiences have revealed to me that this black gentleman's rod was of quite exceptional proportions. Even flaccid as it was at this point I judged his mighty phallus to be at least twelve inches in length and of considerable thickness. Before we were able to admire this awesome instrument further, Johnson moved closer to the bed. He now stood beside the bed with his mistress's legs to either side of his own. He slowly reached out and grasped her calves spreading her legs wide and then sank to his knees before her. To my amazement Johnson began to lick the inside of Lady Okeleigh's thighs working his way up first one leg and then the other. When he reached the top of the second thigh his tongue began to rove across the profuse bush of dark hair between his mistress's legs. Finally his buried his face in this thicket and appeared to be lapping greedily at her ladyship's sex. I was both fascinated and horrified at this display of carnal voracity. It had never occurred to me that a gentleman might pleasure a lady in this way. Nevertheless, the prospect of this kind of licentious behaviour did serve to arouse some degree of excitement in my own loins. What was certain was that Lady Okeleigh was finding a degree of pleasure in the ministrations of her valet. Her head was thrown back on the bed and her mouth was open. A look of complete ecstasy crept across her face as Johnson continued to tongue her willing orifice. Amy's Algerian Anal Adventure Pt. 01 This display continued for some minutes until Lady Okeleigh began to writhe in pleasure. Suddenly Johnson pulled back from his labours and stood up. The enormous organ which had hung flaccid a few minutes earlier was now hardened into a huge erect pole standing out from the black man's muscled hips. Could it be true that all men were endowed with organs of this immensity? If so the whole process of procreation must entail some discomfort for the female partner. As I pondered this point, Johnson began to slide this monstrous instrument between her ladyships spread thighs. It was clear that the sheath between her legs was having some difficulty in containing this mighty sword. However, by dint of slow and gradual thrusting that enormous black sabre was slowly sunk into her scabbard, finally seeming to come to rest fully sheathed to its hilt. Johnson was still standing between his mistresses legs holding her thighs in his huge hands; the muscles on his forearms gleamed in the candelelight. Holding her like this he commenced slow deep thrusts between her ladyship's legs. I could only imagine the sensations which the penetration of that vast organ produced in Lady Okeleigh's tender female orifice. The lady herself appeared to continue her enjoyment in being used thus by her servant as he thrust ever deeper and harder into her channel of pleasure. After gratifying his mistress thus for some minutes, Johnson withdrew his huge manhood from her. His mighty phallus gleamed wet with her vaginal secretions. For a moment I assumed they had completed their coitus but no. The Negro giant took hold of his mistress and as if she were a doll lifted her and placed her on the bed on her knees. Her ladyship was now facing away from us and we had a clear view of her plump white buttocks and thighs only a few feet from where we were standing. Her full breasts now hung down almost touching the coverlet on which he placed her. Johnson now climbed on the bed kneeling behind her. It was now his broad, muscular back which faced us obscuring our view of his mistress below him. Between his legs I could just glimpse the two large spheres of his testes hanging low in their sac thickly covered with dark curly hair. The huge black men positioned his mighty pole at her ladyship's portal once more and thrust forward. I could just discern the huge shaft sliding between her nether lips. Now the big man began to thrust into his mistress like some giant machine. Grasping her hip he made long slow strokes penetrating further and further into the depths of his mistress's channel of delight. These thrusts became increasingly forceful and violent. I could see his great balls slapping against the lady's rear as he penetrated her with increasing force. The speed of his thrusts accelerated and soon he was ravishing his mistress as if in a frenzy. I was simultaneously aroused, fascinated and horrified by the scene which was unfolding before me. I had assumed that coitus would entail an act of tender love between man and woman yet here my chaperone was rutting like a beast with her Negro manservant and apparently obtaining the most exquisite pleasure from the act. Lady Okeleigh was now vigorously thrusting her own hips back to meet the mighty plunges from her servant's organ . Even through the glass, which separated us, I could discern the sound of moans of pleasure and animal grunts. These sounds now reached a crescendo of loud and rhythmic groans in tempo with the vigorous thrusting of his dark male body into her quivering white form. I could only assume that her ladyship was now achieving an ecstatic climax. Moments later her ebony skinned lover emitted a loud gasp and shuddered. His thrusts slowed but he continued to pump hard into his mistresses dripping slit as his own climax erupted within her, releasing a torrent of his seed deep into her womb. At the conclusion of this enactment Lucy and I turned to one another in amazement. We dared not speak so close to Lady Okeleigh's room but tiptoed away to our own chamber, bursting to discuss the night's events. No sooner had we reached the safety of our own room than Lucy could contain herself no longer. "Well fancy that! Her ladyship and that big black man. Would you believe it?" she exclaimed. "And she supposed to be our guardian while father is absent." I said somewhat primly. "But did you see the size of his member?" Lucy asked excitiedly. "Imagine what it would feel like to have that inside oneself." "It was really too awful." I said. "Imagine consorting with a servant in that way." "Oh Amy!" Lucy scolded me. "Don't be such a prude. Don't tell me you would not have enjoyed being pleasured by a man of those dimensions as her ladyship was just now." I had to confess to Lucy that the scene which we had just witnessed had aroused emotions other than that of repugnance in me. "And did you see the way he licked her between her legs." Lucy continued. "How wonderful it would be to find a man who would consent to perform such a service. Why had I money enough I would employ a manservant to perform nothing but that very function on a daily basis." I laughed wondering how far Lucy was jesting. "Yes I suppose that might be most pleasant." Lucy continued, "But of course in the absence of a valet with a willing tongue we could, I suppose, perform that service for one another." It required little persuasion from Lucy to me assenting to this suggestion. All too soon we had divested ourselves of all clothing and lay together upon her bed. I have to confess that at first I felt some constraint about giving and accepting caresses from another female, even one with whom I had developed an intimacy such as existed between my dear cousin and myself. However, Lucy in the sweetest and gentlest manner possible soothed my fear and laid me back upon her pillows. She commenced by nibbling my neck and throat while her hands roved across my belly and thighs. Moving her face ever lower her tongue found my breast and began gently to lap around the sensitive skin of my nipples. Gradually she took one of these sweet cherries into her mouth and began to suck upon it in the most delightful manner. Now her tongue roved ever lower across my belly finally lightly flicking across that most delicate little cleft between my legs. Her soft wet tongue caressed my outer lips offering the most exquisite sensations. Then she probed further exploring my moist valley and finally penetrating deeper and deeper with her tongue into the recesses of my sex.. The sensation of her soft wet tongue invading this most intimate orifice was quite unlike the probing of her finger which I had enjoyed previously and was characterised by a most delightful softness and smoothness. Now her roving tongue found the tiny bud of my clitoris and began to stimulate that tender little organ. This was indeed a sensation of the most intense sweetness. I felt as though my whole being were melting. Suddenly I realised that I was happily enjoying the caresses of my dear cousin without once giving a thought to reciprocating her gift of pleasure. "Lucy, pray one moment." I said. "It has occurred to me that with only the smallest adjustment to our situation we could offer one another mutual and simultaneous pleasure." At this I rolled Lucy onto her back and I straddled her face. Below me I could see her own sweet cleft clearly and leant forward to nuzzle her belly. At the same time I leant back until my own entrance was just above her waiting tongue. She greedily grasped my hips and pulled them back close to her so she could once more bury her tongue in my steaming cleft. I emitted a gasp as she once more penetrated my dripping slit. Now I applied my own tongue to its work and began to explore the delights of her anatomy. I slowly intruded my tongue into the delightful little valley running through the middle of her thickly forested pubis and tentatively ran it up and down this voluptuous little slit. My tongue probed further and I was gratified to discover a veritable spring of liquid gushing from the recesses of this hidden source. These juices afforded a most exquisite taste offering in equal parts a sweetness and a saltiness together with an exquisite pungency and aroma of what I can only describe as womanhood. As I eagerly lapped at this newly discovered nectar, Lucy was also wasting no time in exploring my own declivity with her most energetic and agile tongue. This activity was producing the most divine and agreeable sensations in my loins and served only to drive me on in my desire to offer the same sweet pleasure to my cousin. My tongue now found the moist little bud at the mouth to her entrance and began to gently stimulate its already hardened tip. Lucy is always quickly aroused by such clitoral stimulation and was soon moaning in pleasure as my tongue found a steady rhythm. While I aroused her in this manner Lucy was not idle her tongue roved in and out of my dripping channel, which like hers was now awash with juices. She caressed my throbbing clit with her tongue and slowly moved around further between my legs. Suddenly to my shock Lucy tongue was exploring not the cleft which she had been stimulating so far. Instead her lingual organ was gently probing my posterior orifice. I momentarily froze, so surprised was I to feel her soft tongue invading an aperture which until now I had only associated with the function of evacuation. Lucy stopped momentarily and said, "Sorry, would you rather I did not continue?" "By no means," I replied. "I was just a little taken aback but the sensation is not altogether unagreeable. Do pray continue." At that Lucy recommenced her lingual penetration of my anal opening. The sensation of a soft wet tongue sliding into one's posterior was indeed quite pleasant and the forbidden nature of this activity only served to heighten my own sense of excitement. I immediately set to stimulating Lucy's rosebud once more and she was soon gasping and moaning in delight as my tongue steadily rubbed that little organ of pleasure. It did not take long before I cold feel her reaching towards her plateau of ecstasy. Continuing the ministrations of my tongue I thrust a finger deep into Lucy's gushing hole coating it with her copious juices. With this well lubricated digit I gently anointed her much smaller puckered rear entrance rubbing a good quantity of juices around the entrance. Lucy moaned in pleasure. Once more I plunged the finger into her foaming cunt, all the while lashing her throbbing clitoris with my tongue. The dripping digit returned once more to her little anal entrance and gently probed the tight aperture. This time I was able to penetrate the tightly closed portal and felt for the first time the exquisite smoothness of the passage within. Lucy groaned loudly in pleasure at this anal invasion. She was now transported into another realm of pleasure, to the extent that she had ceased to caress my own opening and was wholly focused on the delight afforded by my tongue mercilessly lashing her clit and my finger which was thrusting and probing ever deeper into her rectum. Suddenly her whole frame shook as a tremendous climax took over her being. I continued to stimulate her with my tongue while my finger offered deep thrusts into her now well lubricated anal tract. She bucked and writhed like one possessed by some demon as I continued to extract the last waves of pleasure for her until finally the peak of pleasure subsided. We lay together panting for a few moments and then I turned myself so I was able to look into her face. She was flushed but beautiful in the aftermath of her orgasm. I gently kissed her on the lips for the first time and she responded to my caress. For a few moments we explored each others' mouths with our tongues tasting one more forbidden fruit and enjoying the soft pleasure of this moment. "That was a most memorable experience," said Lucy. "Now, my darling Amy, it is your turn to experience the exquisite delight which you have just offered me. Wait I have an idea." With that Lucy crossed the room to our dressing table and with a wicked smile on her face returned bearing her hairbrush. "Perhaps Miss Burnley has got at least one useful thing to teach us," she said mischievously. "Would you like to try." "Dearest Lucy, with you I would try anything," I replied. At that I lay back on the bed and allowed Lucy to position herself between my legs. Once more her sweet tongue explored the most intimate regions of my anatomy. I was now able to relax as her tongue again probed the tightly drawn little hole that was my anus. She lapped the juices from my flowing cunt and then slowly licked my hardened little clit. It was at this point as my juices were flowing moist copiously that she gently pushed the handle of her hairbrush against the moist entrance to my sopping sex. Slowly she insinuated the hard wooden handle into my willing opening, all the while gently rubbing my fevered clit with her tongue. I desired the invasion of this little substitute phallus into my throbbing cunt more than anything but suddenly something held me back. "Lucy, stop." I said. "Amy, is it alright. Am I hurting you?" Lucy enquired looking worried. "It's not that." I said. "It's just.. well I don't want to loose my maidenhead to a hairbrush." "Oh Amy, you prune," said Lucy laughing. "It does not matter. We will find another way to entertain ourselves. I know, I have it. Did you not become rather excited just now at the probings of my tongue into you're the delicious cavity of your posterior." I had to admit that I had found the sensation produced by her probings to be quite delightful. "Very well," she continued, "then I will use my little hairbrush on this alternative orifice. In this way you will able to experience the pleasure of being penetrated while keeping your precious maidenhead intact." I had to admit the logic of Lucy's argument though I still retained some reservations about so large an object penetrating such a tender and intimate orifice. Lucy reached across to her bedside table and produced a small pot of face cream which she was wont to apply to her face each night before retiring. "A little of this will no doubt assist the process," she said excitedly and opening the pot rubbed a large quantity of the cream onto the handle of the brush. I lay back and lifted my knees placing them wide apart to allow Lucy easier access to my rear entry. She now took her finger coated in the cream and slowly circled the tight little opening to my anus, gently applying increasing pressure as her finger centred on the hole. Suddenly the tip of her finger slid into the tiny aperture with almost no resistance. She slid the digit in and out of the little hole several times. The sensation was quite unlike anything else as I felt the lining of my rectum being liberally lubricated with the cool cream. As she did this her tongue found my clitoris once more and began a sweet soft circling motion. Once again I felt as though I was dissolving into liquid as I enjoyed this exquisite sensation. Suddenly I felt the hard roundness of the hairbrush handle being positioned at my anal entrance. I quivered slightly in anticipation, expecting Lucy to immediately thrust the implement into my waiting rectum. Instead Lucy softly rubbed the hard wooden instrument up and down the cleft between my buttocks. Then she gently circled the tiny hole, applying increasing amounts of pressure so that the wooden handle slowly began to work its way into the wrinkled little gateway. Almost before I knew it my postern gate was being invaded by this wooden pseudo-phallus. I felt an incredible fullness in my bowels as the instrument's head lodged itself deeper and deeper in my rectum. Sensing this slight discomfort Lucy arrested her forward progress but continued to lick my other opening in the most lascivious manner. Slowly my rectum became accustomed to this new invasion and she was able to recommence tiny thrusts into my nether entrance. With each minute thrust Lucy was working the hairbrush further and further into my bowels. After a few minutes the whole handle was lodged deeply in my anus. Now Lucy began to gently withdraw and thrust the implement to and fro within my passage. At first the sensation of penetration by the hard wooden implement felt like an invasion of a most intimate zone. However, after some minutes of stimulation both by Lucy's delightful tongue upon my clitoris together with the new sensation of a long hard cylinder sliding up and down my anal tract I had to admit to an increasing level of enjoyment. Once more the same sweet sensations which I had experienced previously as a consequence of the delightful ministrations of Lucy's fingers were now creeping though my loins. I was learning to enjoy the fullness of anal penetration and the exquisite feelings produced by the stimulation of this newly discovered portion of my anatomy. Perhaps in consequence of the excitement of our adventure into these new and forbidden territories or of Lucy's persistent licking and thrusting, I became highly aroused very quickly. Within a few minutes great waves of pleasure were breaking over me and soon after to my intense gratification I achieved the most memorable climax. This time my climax centred not only on the exquisite stimulation of my clitoris by Lucy tongues but seemed deeper and fuller as my anal passage opened up to deep penetration. Satiated Lucy and I lay together discussing the novel experiences of the day. Soon we realised how late it had become and how entirely fatigued we both were. I crept to my own bed and we were soon soundly asleep. Amy's Algerian Anal Adventure Pt. 02 CHAPTER 4 In which Amy and Lucy visit Oakleigh Hall and further secrets concerning Miss Burnley are revelaed Lucy and I had no more opportunities to spy upon our guardian and our governess before the day came when we were to depart for Okeleigh Hall. Lady Okeleigh's well appointed traveling coach pulled up outside the house. Lady Okeleigh, Lucy, Miss Burnley and I traveled in the compartment of the carriage while the ever-present Johnson was installed on the postilion's seat behind. A second carriage carried the maids and the baggage. The journey proved to be long and arduous. Despite the relative comfort of Lady Okeleigh's coach the roads were in a terrible state. It was hot and dusty. Opening the window meant an invasion by clouds of dust while closing it meant one was obliged to suffer the oppressive heat. We were all consequently relieved when the coach at last turned into the tree lined drive of Okeleigh Hall. As we passed along this avenue I could just obtain glimpses of the resplendent house standing at the it end. Finally the coach merged into the sunlight and there across the grass stood one of the finest houses in England, built by Lord Okeleigh's grandfather. The coach rumbled through an archway at the side of the house and into a cobbled courtyard. We had arrived. We were soon escorted into the magnificent hallway by the butler and thence to a grand reception room decorated with chandeliers and tapestries. Lady Okeleigh's son Lord Okeleigh greeted us warmly and offered us refreshment. We gratefully accepted a cool glass of wine following the ardours of our journey. Lord Okeleigh was a raffish young man, dressed in the very latest fashions from Paris. We knew little of him but he was rumoured to be a most popular member of London society and to enjoy gaming and horses. That night at dinner Lucy and I were seated at either side of Lord Okeleigh. Also present at dinner was Lord Okeleigh's close friend Mr Woodford who was seated on the other side the table from me between Lucy and Miss Burnley. Beside me was Lord Okeleigh's younger brother Thomas.. I noticed that during dinner that Lord Okeleigh's attentions fell chiefly on Lucy but was content to let her converse gaily. His lordship was undoubtedly a most handsome fellow with a firm chin and dark flashing eyes. For my tastes his manner was a little too charming and at times somewhat boastful. He described to Lucy how he had made a wager the previous month of one thousand guineas on a horse which had won at handsome odds. Mr Thomas Okeleigh was an altogether more taciturn young man that his brother. Throughout dinner he attempted to make polite conversation with me concerning the warm weather and my impressions of the house but it was his older brother who dominated the conversation and injected a welcome air of gaiety into the party. After dinner Lord Okeleigh proposed some music. In the saloon of the house was a fine pianoforte and he suggested that Lucy or I might like to play. Both of us were somewhat indifferent musicians but we managed to carry off our favourite pieces to applause form the assembled company. I suggested that Miss Burnley was a far more accomplished player than either of us and Lord Okeleigh immediately insisited that she might play while we danced. With some hesitancy Miss Burnley consented to this proposal. Lord Okeleigh asked whether I should like to accompany him in the first dance while his younger brother partnered Lucy. Even Lady Okeleigh consented to dance with Mr Woodford. Miss Burnley struck up a gig and the dancing began. Lord Okeleigh certainly danced well moving with a grace and ease. In the next dance I was partnered by Mr Thomas Okeleigh. While the younger brother was unable to match his brothers' style, he showed a quiet reserve and an assiduous attention to the needs of Lucy and myself which was far from unwelcome in my eyes compared to his overbearing elder brother.. The days at Okeleigh Hall passed quickly. Lord Okeleigh proved a charming host organising a variety of activities for his guests. Lucy and I were able to try our hands at archery and fishing. We strolled in the park and went riding on Lord Okeleigh's magnificent horses. In the evenings there were dancing, card games and witty conversation. It was all such a change from the narrow life which we led at home. To our surprise Lady Okeleigh who had been so withdrawn while staying with us came into her own, no doubt enlivened by the company and we began to perceive why she was so highly regarded as a society hostess. Towards the end of the week Lady Okeleigh suggested that we should stay for a further week. The prospect of delaying our return home and with it our return to lessons filled us with delight and we were only too happy to accept her invitation. The next morning over breakfast Lady Okeleigh asked what Lucy and I should like to do that day. Lord Okeleigh suggested a tour of the park with a picnic by the lake. To this suggestion we all assented and it was agreed that a picnic would be arranged with the housekeeper. By the time we assembled in the hall the sun was well up in a cloudless blue sky, the prefect prelude to our picnic. It was agreed that our party would walk to the lake which was about half a mile in distance from the house while the servants would follow us with the picnic hampers. It proved a pleasant stroll though the garden and across the park until we reached the lake. The water feature had been created by damming a small brook in the valley below the house. In the centre of the lake was a small island dotted with trees and standing on it was a small Grecian or Roman temple echoing the classical style of the house itself. We arrived at the lake to find a sort of small pavilion erected with rugs, cushions and folding chairs for seating and even a small couch of which Lady Okeleigh immediately took possession. Her ladyship explained that her skin could not abide bright sunlight and she would rest in the shade of the pavilion. The servants laid out a most magnificent picnic upon tables and then we were invited to partake of this veritable feast which had miraculously been transported from the kitchens. After we had all copiously indulged of this repast most of the party rested in the shade of the pavilion. The sun was now at its hottest. Miss Burnley and Mr Woodford appeared to have disappeared following the luncheon, no doubt taking a walk around the lake. Lord Okeleigh offered to show Lucy and I the little island in the lake. He explained that there was a small boat moored nearby in which he could row us across. I sensed that Lucy might want to be alone with her lord so I declined this offer but she all too readily assented and so that couple departed. At this point Lady Okeleigh noticed the absence of Miss Burnley and Mr Woodford and questioned her younger son as to their whereabouts. Mr Thomas Oakleigh suggested he could go and look for the missing pair and I volunteered to accompany him. Although it was warm outside I had no desire to remain in the pavilion alone with Lady Okeleigh who after all had a retinue of servants, including the redoubtable Johnson, to care for her needs. Mr Okeleigh and I wandered along the edge of the lake and waved at Lord Okeleigh and Lucy who were rowing towards the island. Suddenly Mr Okeleigh said in the most strange manner. "I suppose you are aware Miss Hernshaw of the relationship which exists between Miss Burnley and Mr Woodford?" I had no idea of any relationship between these two persons and was for a moment rendered speechless. "I can see from your expression that you know nothing of this." Mr Okeleigh continued. "Miss Burnley was formerly governess to Mr Woodford's little daughter. During her employment she formed an attachment to Mr Woodford. When Mrs Woodford discovered the affair she insisted on Miss Burnley's dismissal, although that lady was given the highest references and recommendations which is how she came to be employed by your father." "So you fear that Mr Woodford and Miss Burnley have taken the opportunity to renew this liaison now they are under the same roof together," I asked. "It would appear so," Mr Okeleigh replied. "I have a very good idea where we might find that pair and I intend to go there now. However, I feel this is a rather indelicate matter for a young lady such as yourself. Perhaps you should return to my mother." said Mr Okeleigh. "On no account, Mr Okeleigh," I responded. "Do pray let me accompany you, this is all most exciting." Mr Okeleigh at last acquiesced to my wish to accompany him and together we followed the little brook from its outflow down the valley. Soon trees closed in around the path and after some minutes of walking Mr Okeleigh turned off the main path onto a smaller path running away into the woods. He signed to me to be silent and I walked as quietly as I might. Up ahead was a small wooden hut, perhaps used by a gamekeeper or foresters. We crept up to the hut and together peered through the window. The light inside the hut was dim but it was possible to clearly discern the scene which was taking place within. On the other side of the hut was an old bed and lying on the bed naked form the waist down was Mr Woodford. Mr Okeleigh attempted to cover my eyes and pull me away but I would have none of it. I pulled away from him and once more peered through the window. At that moment Miss Burnley appeared in view and to my surprise was entirely naked. She climbed on the bed beside Mr Woodford and commenced kissing him on the lips while her hands roved over his body in the most lascivious fashion. You can imagine my shock to see my prim governess cavorting in this wanton fashion with a married gentleman. However, I must also confess a degree of excitement and arousal at witnessing such a scene. Mr Okeleigh seemed similarly transfixed and stared intently through the other side of the window. Suddenly, to my surprise, Miss Burnley shifted her position and placed herself so she was bending over Mr Woodford. She lowered her head and I watched in wonderment as she began to slowly lick Mr Woodford's manhood. This organ was of nothing like the proportions of Johnson's gargantuan tool and I was relieved to observe that not all men were so generously endowed. Nevertheless, this instrument shortly began to assume a much greater degree of firmness and thickness as Miss Burnley applied her mouth and lips to the said organ. Soon Miss Burnley was taking the now pulsating rod deeper and deeper into her mouth while her hands roved into every intimate corner of Mr Woodfor's anatomy. Her head began to bob up and down as she thrust her lover's throbbing pahallus in and out of her sucking lips. This activity had been unfolding for several minutes and I began to wonder how soon Mr Woodford might continue before he would explode in Miss Burnley's mouth. However, before the pair had reached this juncture Mr Woodford pushed the governess away from him and stood up. He seized Miss Burnley and placed her in a kneeling position on the bed and then climbed on himself so as to be kneeling behind her. His organ had now achieved its maximum dimensions and by virtue of the oral ministrations of my governess now looked ready to explode inside Miss Burnley. Mr Woodford now spat upon his fingers and used the liquid to lubricate the pulsating purple head of his manly organ. He held this pole in one hand and seemed to be lining it up in order to penetrate Miss Burnley from behind. I had assumed that Mr Woodford's intention was to enter Miss Burnley by the natural orifice However, on closer examination her was aligning his throbbing organ with the cleft between the governesses buttock cheeks. I t was clear that the gentleman's intention was to ravish his lover anally. He now commenced a firm thrusting into Miss Burney's posterior and had obviously accomplished his penetration when a few moments later an audible cry from Miss Burnley reached us. However, this did not deter her lover who continued with his act of sodomy. He now began to thrust mercilessly into the governess's rear orifice. It gave me some satisfaction to observe this woman, who had so mercilessly beaten Lucy and myself, being soundly buggered by her lover. To my astonishment the look of pain which had initially crossed Miss Burnley's face as she was rectally invaded was now being replaced with a look of pleasure. As Mr Woodford vigorously plunged his penis into my governess's tight little anus she actually appeared to be enjoying the operation. This conclusion was reinforced when a few moments later that lady began to rub herself vigorously between the legs. Within a few minutes this activity had obviously triggered a crisis in Miss Burnley she began to moan and scream to such a degree that it was clearly audible through the wooden wall of the hut. Mr Woodford now began to plunge with even greater vigour and enthusiasm into the lady's posterior until I saw his face also contort in the throes of climax. I could only imagine what sensations the lovers were experiencing; my governess of her tiny anal opening being stretched wide open and invaded by her lover's thrusting cock. Mr Woodford must at that moment have been experiencing the unique pleasure of ejaculating a flood of semen deep into a lady's bowels. Mr Woodford was indeed apparently pumping hard into my governess's posterior and himself uttering grunts and gasps of pleasure as he completed his anal ravishment of Miss Burnley. At that moment I felt my sleeve being urgently tugged by Mr Okeleigh. Reluctantly I allowed myself to be dragged away form the window. He pulled me back towards the path through the woods. "We must be away before they emerge." he said. "Now do you comprehend what species of woman is your governess." "Mr Okeleigh," I replied, "I have to confess I have had some intimations as to the true nature of her character." I then told him of the beatings which the governess had inflicted upon Lucy and myself with her cane and how we had spied on her abusing herself with her hairbrush that night. None of this came as a surprise to Mr Okeleigh who had clearly formed an opinion that Miss Burnley was a vicious and depraved woman. "But what of Mr Woodford?" I enquired. "He is not without fault in this situation. After all, is he not a married man with a wife and child?" Mr Okeleigh responded, "Miss Hernshaw, I am sorry to tell you that Mr Woodford bears little affection for his wife. He and my brother are two of a kind. Both are addicted to the most base and vicious forms of pleasure." "And pray, what sort of pleasures might those be?" I asked. "Well, for one things my brother and Mr Woodford belong to a club called the Society of Sodomists. They are inspired by the writings of the Marquis de Sade. Their goal is to explore the depths of sexual debauchery and vice. At this moment my brother and Mr Woodford have a bet as to how many women they are able to sodomise in the course of six months." "And who may I ask is winning the bet?" I enquired. "Well until now I believe the two gentlemen were drawing equal but I believe that Mr Woodford's recent conquest will give him the advantage." At that moment a dreadful thought crossed my mind. What if Lucy were Lord Okeleigh's next intended victim. Suppose that this gentleman had taken my poor cousin to the island on the lake with the intention of seducing or worse ravishing her. "Mr Oakleigh, I fear the worst for my cousin. Do you not recall that she has gone off alone with your brother. Do you think it is possible?" Mr Oakleigh suddenly realised what I was suggesting and said, "Indeed we must make haste to return to the lake and find out what is happening. We quickly made our way back along the paths through the woods and at last found ourselves back at the lake. The island with its little temple was still in the distance at the far end of the lake with the boat moored on the island. Of Lucy and Lord Okeleigh there was no sign. We hastened along the lake shore until we at last reached the pavilion. Lady Okeleigh was still reclining on her couch sipping at a glass of wine. Johnson stood beside her cooling her with a large fan. "Ah there you are my dears. I was beginning to wonder where everyone had got to. Did you meet Mr Woodford or Miss Burnley in your travels?" she said. Before I could respond Mr Okeleigh replied, "No Mama, despite our best efforts we saw no sign of them. We had a pleasant walk in the woods but of course there are many paths so I suppose we must have missed them." Lady Okeleigh fractionally raised an eyebrow and said, "Well as long as you young people are enjoying yourselves." I decided that the wisest course was to keep my counsel for now and said no more. Mr Okeleigh beckoned to me to join him outside and as we emerged from the pavilion I was pleased to see Lord Okeleigh handing Lucy into the boat at the edge of the island. Observing us Lucy gave a cheerful wave and my heart leapt. Lucy was clearly not distressed and I concluded that if Lord Okeleigh had any dishonourable intentions towards my cousin that he had not accomplished his object on this occasion. We waited on the shore as his lordship rowed my cousin back to the shore. Once Lucy had alighted from the little craft I took her aside as soon as possible in a vain attempt to quiz her regarding what had passed on the island. Her only response was to grin mischievously and inform me that all would be revealed later. CHAPTER 5 In which Lucy reveals what transpired on her visit to the island It was not until we were safely tucked up in our room that night that I was finally able to interrogate Lucy fully concerning the events of the day. I commenced by recounting my own experiences with Mr Okeleigh. I told her how we had searched for Mr Woodford and Miss Burnley and had finally discovered them in a hut in the woods in an act of passion. Lucy insisted on my describing what I had witnessed in the most minute detail and seemed particularly gleeful to hear that the martinet of the schoolroom had actually enjoyed being vigorously sodomised that afternoon. In my haste to tell Lucy of all these events I completely forgot to inform Lucy of the intelligence which I had received from Mr Okeleigh concerning the proclivities of his brother and Mr Woodford. It was clear that Lucy was bursting to tell me of her own experiences of the afternoon so I invited her to tell all. "My darling Amy, where shall I begin," said Lucy. "Lord Okeleigh is so entirely charming. Her began by rowing me to that delightful little island in the lake. It was so pleasant lying back in the dinghy while he manfully applied himself to the oars, drawing us towards our destination. On our arrival he gave me a little tour of the island and completed this by showing me the little Grecian temple. It is in fact dedicated to the goddess Venus, who is, as you know, the goddess of love. Inside the temple is quite exquisite. The walls and ceiling being covered in painted scenes depicting events in the life of the goddess. To my surprise there are comfortable couches and small tables in the single room of the temple and some servant had thoughtfully provided a small basket of refreshments and some wine though I was quite incapable of eating following our picnic." "Having described the temple to me and its paintings, Lord Okeleigh poured us some wine and told me he had a request to make of me. I was quite taken aback when he knelt before me and declared that he was deeply in love with me and hoped to make me the next Lady Okeleigh. I knew not what to say and finally replied that I had the greatest affection for him but felt I needed some time to come to a decision on the matter. Lord Okeleigh then asked if I might grant him another favour. I responded that for a gentleman who had just honoured me with a proposal of marriage I could hardly refuse his request. It was then that Lord Okeleigh asked if he might kiss me on the lips. I of course assumed that his intention was to kiss my mouth to which I readily assented offering him my lips. What Lord Oakleigh said next quite astounded me. He explained that he wished to kiss my nether lips and would be my slave for ever if I were only to grant him this wish. While I was taken quite aback by this I recalled the exquisite pleasure which the touch of your own sweet mouth and lips afforded me when you kissed that part of me. Well I reasoned, how much more pleasurable might it be to be kissed there by such a fine and handsome gentleman. Moreover what harm could befall me by granting this small favour. Amy's Algerian Anal Adventure Pt. 02 Accordingly I hitched up my skirts until my pussy was fully exposed and lay back on the couch opening my legs. Lord Oakley declared that he had never seen such a fine lady's pussy. I asked him if he had seen many ladies naked and he replied, ' A fair few but never any so ravishingly fair as yourself.' At this he bent his head and most gently kissed me on my pudenda. The light touch of his lips and of his mouth on my nether lips sent a shaft of excitement though my loins. As I did not object he pressed his cause. Very slowly he began to lick up and down the length of my lips. Slowly he opened up my pussy like a flower and having opened it he drank deeply of the nectar therein. His tongue slowly delved into my little cranny licking out the juices which were by then beginning to flow quite copiously. Suddenly he paused and said, 'Do you wish me to continue?' By this time I was in his thrall, I only wanted that tongue to continue its work so I replied, "No my lord, please go on." Now his tongue found my throbbing clit and began to circle that tiny bud. He sucked it between his lips and nibbled me with his teeth. I was truly in heaven. Now his tongue commenced its serious assault lashing my clit and probing my gushing vaginal opening. I could not bear for him to stop I knew that I must now go on to the end. Great waves of pleasure were washing through me. His tongue continued to ravage me clitoris, which was now the center of my being. Melting waves of ecstasy radiated form this center point through my body. I was riding a plateau of pleasure. The suddenly a rush of a quite uncontrollable sensation of pleasure took hold of my body. I was racked by uncontrollable spasms of the most exquisite sensations as his tongue continued to lash my quivering clitoris. At last when I thought I could take no more this incredible climax subsided. I lay there panting on the couch while Lord Okeleigh raised his head smiling from my soaking pussy and smiled in satisfaction. As I lay panting with pleasure upon the couch I though that I had fulfilled my promise to Lord Okeleigh but he now pressed me to continue further. He insisted that having afforded me such a degree of pleasure it was only fair that I should reciprocate. I asked him in what way I should pleasure him and I was shocked at his response. I had expected that perhaps his lordship would expect me to afford him the equivalent in oral pleasure to the way in which he had just pleasured me instead he asked whether I would be willing to surrender my virginity to him. I was reluctant to accede to this request. I felt that I would prefer to surrender my maidenhead to him upon our wedding night. I also had no desire to become with child until our marriage had been duly solemnised. It was then that his lordship made the most shocking and thrilling proposal. 'Madame,' he said 'there is of course another means by which we might both together scale the heights of ecstasy, It would not require you to surrender your maidenhead or carry the risk of conception. I refer to what I believe is known as entry by the tradesman's entrance.' It was then that I began to perceive his true intention. I was simultaneously thrilled and repulsed by the thought. The thought of my tiny rear entrance being invaded by such a large organ as this man's aroused fear in me, but the prospect of entering into such an illicit act with the man who I was soon to marry was simply too exciting. After some persuasion by Lord Oakleigh, I at last capitulated to his entreaties. He requested that I assume a kneeling position bent over the couch. He gently raised my skirts and arranged them around my waist so my posterior was quite exposed. Dropping his breeches and kneeling behind me he lodged his shaft in the cleft between my nether cheeks so its monstrous head was firmly aimed at my tiny rear portal. I was terribly nervous and while attempting to relax simply found myself tensing the muscles to my rear entrance ever tighter. George pressed his organ hard into my posterior but to no avail I was simply unable to afford him entrance. Then to my surprise he took a quantity of butter from the picnic basket with which we had been provided and proceeded to liberally smear this around by rear opening. Slowly he worked his finger into my tiny crevice generously lubricating the little orifice with the rapidly melting butter. I turned to see him holding his now erect organ in his hand. While nothing like the size of Johnson's monster phallus, I could not believe that he intended to penetrate my tiny bumhole with this huge rod surmounted by its swollen purple head. Before I had time to object I felt the head of the monster pressing against my little rear entrance. Slowly he increased the pressure until the distended organ at last popped into my backside. Although no more than the tip of George's manhood had entered my bum I felt a sharp pain stab through my bowels and then a tremendous sensation of fullness and being stretched in my little rear entrance. Fortunately, George proved to be a most tender and considerate lover. He waited a few moments until the strange sensations in me had begun to abate. When I confessed myself ready to continue he reassured me that he would use only the gentlest of strokes and would desist the moment I requested it. He then began to thrust with the most minute strokes back and forth inside my well lubricated little rectum. After a few moments I began to feel that this was not altogether unagreeable. I was still aware of a tremendous sensation of fullness but I was now altogether aroused by the though that my lover was insinuating his manly organ into my most intimate orifice. George's declaration that he too was eminently gratified by the sensation served to increase my delight. So by degrees, with me hardly realising it, George gradually intruded his tool into my little anal tract until I at last felt the monster buried to the hilt in my bowels. How delicious it was to feel myself speared by his mighty organ and to sense the thrusting of his manly hips against my posterior. George asked me if I were ready to receive some more vigorous thrusts and I declared myself ready to try. He now withdrew his rod almost from my little hole and then slowly thrust forward once more until his sword was sheathed to its hilt. He slowly repeated this in a series of long deep thrusts. My little bum hole felt as if it would burst asunder but I was also conscious of my own state of arousal; my other larger orifice was now dripping with secretions and my little clit throbbed with anticipation. As if sensing my thoughts, George reached forward and felt between my legs and found my erect little rosebud with his finger. Waves of pleasure rushed through me as he vigorously strummed by humming clit all the while continuing his long deep thrusts into my anus. I could feel this tender little passage opening now to receive his throbbing manhood. I knew that I would soon climax once more and wondered that I should attain this supreme pleasure twice in one afternoon. I could now think of nothing but being possessed by George's mighty cock splitting my poor little bum asunder. I gave myself up totally and surrendered myself to his ravishment and to the rising tide of pleasure which was starting to engulf me. I demanded that George take me harder. To my own amazement I was entreating him to ravage my little anus. I was giving myself to this man like some common whore and I was loving every moment of it. At last I could go on no longer, I let my climax flood through me and what a climax. The sensation of George's huge organ pounding into my posterior and ripping me open gave me a sense of the deepest penetration and possession. Deep and exquisite pleasure quite unlike any other climax swept through my whole being, I thought I would swoon. George meanwhile became like a man possessed. He began to assault my poor little anal tract in the most vigorous manner thrusting mercilessly deeper and deeper into me. I no longer cared, I was still convulsed by the last waves of my own climax as he hammered my little back passage like some huge battering ram. I was conscious of stabs of pain but also exquisite pleasure. George was groaning in ecstasy and then suddenly I felt a huge eruption of warm liquid spurting deep into my bowels as George also climaxed emptying his seed deep inside me. For some moments he continued to pump me filling me with a warm stickiness until he collapsed beside me panting hard. Suddenly I came to my senses. I was still bent over the couch with my skirts hitched around my waist. Warm sticky liquid was dripping from my back passage which felt as though it had been seared by a hot iron. I quickly adjusted my clothing and sat down. George arranged his own clothing and sat beside me. He asked me if I were quite well and whether I had enjoyed the experience. I declared that it had been quite delightful but suggested that we should return to the rest of the party before anyone became suspicious. George offered me his handkerchief and I attempted to clean myself as well as I could with this before we made our way back to the boat and thence back to the shore." "So tell me Lucy" I asked, "do you really believe that it was all worth it?" "Why of course" she said in surprise, "I have just had the most delightful and intimate experience with the man I love. I have not risked conception or lost my virginity and no one else need know. Where is the harm in that?" I almost agreed with her and said no more but at the last I remembered all that Mr Okeleigh had told me concerning his brother that afternoon. "Lucy I think you should know that I too had a sort of adventure this afternoon." I said. "Amy, you don't mean that you and Mr Thomas Oakleigh..." Lucy burst out excitedly. "No certainly not," I said, "but we did witness a certain encounter between Miss Burnley and Mr Woodford." I then described the events of the afternoon and how Mr Oakleigh and I had discovered Miss Burnley and Mr Woodford in flagrante delicto in the woodman's hut. I then went on to reluctantly explain to Lucy how Mr Okeleigh had described the bet between Lord Okeleigh and Mr Woodford. Lucy would have none of it. "I simply do not believe it. George loves me. This afternoon coold not have been about a bet. He has asked me to marry him." "Maybe you are right," I said, trying to reassure my cousin. "Perhaps Mr Okeleigh has made mistake." "But Amy I must be sure of this. Perhaps I should confront him?" Lucy suggested. I thought for a moment and then said, "No I have a better idea, we must keep Lord Oakleigh under close surveillance. If this bet exists and if he wishes to win it then surely he will need to find some other young lady who will allow him to have his evil way with her. We must be vigilant." CHAPTER 6 In which Amy and Lucy discover further evidence of Lord Okeleigh's true nature Lucy remained unconvinced by my insistence that her lover Lord Okeleigh was no more than a bounder and a cad. The poor fool remained convinced that he truly loved her and that his brother's tale of a bet was a mere fantasy. I knew that I only had a few days left to find proof of what I was now sure was true so that I could convince Lucy of the folly of her course. The next day Lucy attempted to arrange another assignation with Lord Okeleigh but to her surprise but not mine he announced to her that he had a most pressing engagement. I immediately insisted to Lucy that we must follow her lover and ascertain his destination. I was certain that he was intent on seducing some other poor deluded lady in order to further his intention of winning his wager with Mr Woodford. That afternoon while installed in the library we discretely observed Lord Okeleigh making his way across the park. Fortunately Miss Burnley had absented herself, no doubt on an assignation of her own. I entreated Lucy to accompany me in following Lord Okeleigh as fast as possible. We sallied forth from the house ordering the footman in the hall to tell Lady Okeleigh that we were going for a walk. Lord Okeleigh's course took him away from the house and onto a path leading towards the Home Farm situated about a mile distant form the house. We followed at a discreet distance and observed Lord Okeleigh enter one of the outbuildings of the farm. Lucy and I paused, if we entered the outbuilding and Lord Okeleigh was engaged in some innocent activity we would look foolish. I suddenly noticed a stone staircase running up the side of the building, at the top of this was a doorway, perhaps leading into a hayloft. We glanced around, there was no one around in the farmyard, so treading as softly as we could we ascended the stairs and crept through the entry. Inside we found ourselves indeed in a hayloft. We tiptoed through bales of hay until we were able to peer through a gap in the stacks of fodder and look down on the farm building below. This appeared to be a sort of milking parlour. A few cows were tethered along one wall and buckets, some full of milk and milk churns were arranged on the floor. Lord Okeleigh was talking to a young woman who appeared to be the milk maid. She was a plump but pretty country lass with pale skin and pink cheeks. She and Lord Okeleigh appeared to be engaged in some sort of debate. 'Very well two sovereigns you greedy whore but as I said I need to use the tradesman's entrance today. Do we have a deal?' said Lord Okeleigh angrily. 'Very well Master but just you go easy,' said the milkmaid. 'For two sovereigns I will go as I damned like,' retorted Lord Okeleigh. With that he emptied a couple of coins from his purse and dropped them into the girl's hand. The young woman now led Lord Okeleigh across the barn to the the farthest corner from us and away form the cows. She pulled up her skirts and still standing bent over a table which was standing against the wall of the barn. From our vantage point we could clearly see her large moonlike white buttocks and plump thighs revealed as she exposed her posterior to her employer. Lord Okeleigh quickly dropped his breeches and pulled out his hardening member. To my surprise it was not fully erect and he seized it in one hand and anointed the tip with some saliva. He then began to rub his organ rapidly with one hand until it attained a satisfactory degree of hardness and thickness. With no further ado he positioned the erect phallus between the servant's plump cheeks and gave a hard thrust. The wench grunted in pain and surprise as she received invasion of the full length of his organ deep into her anus. Without stopping to let her recover he proceeded to thrust vigorously into her tight little rear portal. The poor girl was now moaning and entreating her master not to thrust so hard but the villain continued his merciless ravishment of her narrow defile. For a couple of minutes he continued to relentlessly pound between the twin moons of the milkmaid's posterior. All of a sudden he uttered a loud cry no doubt occasioned by his climax. For a few seconds he continued to pump his seed mercilessly into the girl's rectum and then pulled away swiftly buttoning up his breeches. The milkmaid stood up and let her skirts cover her naked charms. Lord Okeleigh smiled and said, "Thank you my dear, you may not realise it but you have won me a large sum. Here's an extra half crown for your trouble." With that he tossed the girl a coin and strode out of the barn. Lucy and I looked at one another in amazement not daring to speak. We waited a few moments for Lord Okeleigh to move away from the farmyard. To our surprise the milkmaid picked up her stool and pail and recommenced milking one of the cows. As softly as possible we crept back through the hay and peered out of the entrance. All was quiet outside, so we quickly descended the stairs and slowly made our way back to the main house. As soon as we were clear of the farm Lucy excitedly said, "Did you see that! How dare he, my fiancé! With a common milkmaid and for money, how sordid among all those cows and their muck." "Lucy," I responded, "it is most cruel, but at least you now know the truth. Consider the situation had you married the despicable man and then discovered his true nature." "But I thought myself in love with him. I should so love to have been the mistress of this beautiful house and estate," Lucy wailed. "Dearest cousin, you know that cannot be. You must break off the engagement immediately." I replied. Neither of us could bear to return to the house immediately lest we face the prospect of meeting Lord Okeleigh face to face. We agreed we would sit or take a turn in the rose garden. We were soon installed on a shady bench sheltered in a little arbour within the rose garden. For some minutes the two of us sat in silence pondering the events of the last few days. At that moment we heard the voices of two gentlemen nearby. We quickly identified the accents of Lord Okeleigh and Mr Woodford. The pair were obviously strolling in the garden adjoining the hedge behind which we were concealed. "So you reckon you nailed the little governess yesterday Woodford?" said Lord Okeleigh. "I certainly did, what do you think we were doing when we went off into the woods?" responded Mr Woodford. "And you utilised the appropriate mode of entry?" enquired Lord Okeleigh. "Naturally, the little minx likes nothing better," Woodford replied. "So I believe that puts me one ahead. Are you ready to pay up like a man?" "Not so fast my friend," chided his lordship. "I have not been idle. What do you think I was up to with Miss Lucrezia while you were cavorting in the woods?" "No I don't believe it. The girl would not give in, even to your vile charms, so easily." "Believe it you must old boy. She thinks I am going to marry her and after I had licked her sweet pussy she was begging for me to take her up the bum." "You old dog! So we are even. I know, next one to score wins," suggested Mr Woodford. "Ah but there's more my friend," retorted Lord Okeleigh. "You see today I have just added another to my score, so just admit defeat and hand over my winnings." "Not little Miss Lucrezia again? Remember we agreed no going back to the same hole, if it was her it does not count," said Mr Woodford. "My dear chap, what do you take me for," retorted Lord Okeleigh laughing. "No, my little milkmaid obliged me, so I believe that brings my score to sixteen against your miserable fifteen. Now will you concede defeat?" "Far from it George. The wager expires at midnight tonight so I have a few hours to best you yet." At that the two men walked away and we were unable to catch any more of their conversation. Lucy and I remained in our little arbour and hatched a plan of action before we returned to the house. That night after dinner Miss Burnley played the piano and, as we often did, the other guests danced. I made sure that both Lord Okeleigh and Mr Woodford danced with me. While dancing I slipped a note to both gentlemen. The note read as follows. 'Meet me in the rose garden at midnight alone. I have urgent need of a service from you which only you can perform. Tell no one of this.' Later I took Mr Thomas Oakleigh to one side as the others were dancing and explained my plan to him. He readily agreed to assist Lucy and I. Shortly before midnight Lucy and I slipped out of the house through a window in the library. Moving through the shadows we slipped into the darkened rose garden. Lucy concealed herself in the deep shade of an alcove in the hedge while I paced up and down the central path. I knew that somewhere concealed in the shadows lay Mr Thomas Oakleigh. As the clock on the stable tower chimed midnight I heard feet crunching on the gravel and soon discerned the figure of Lord George Oakleigh approaching me. Amy's Algerian Anal Adventure Pt. 02 "Miss Amy is that you?" he said softly. "Yes my lord, I am here waiting for you." I replied. "And what is it you want from me?" he asked. "I think perhaps you know that already," I responded ambiguously. "I hope that it is the same thing as me," he replied. At that moment I heard more footsteps on the gravel and a moment later we were joined by Mr Woodford. "I hope I ma not interrupting anything," he said. "What the deuce are you doing here, Woodford," said Lord Oakleigh with some annoyance. "I might ask the same of you, Oakleigh" Mr Woodford replied. "I am here at the young lady's invitation." The lord went on. "So you have invited us both into the garden, madam," said Woodford, "and what pray do you intend to do with us now we are here?" "Possibly not that which you had hope for," I replied. At that I clapped my hands together and at this signal Lucy and Mr Woodford appeared from the shadows.. "What the devil is going on," demanded Lord Woodford. "Is this some form of foolish game or prank?" "No game or prank, my lord," I replied. "My friends and I are fully apprised of the wicked scheme devised by you who call yourselves gentlemen. Of how you made a bet with one another." "What of it, a wager between gentlemen is none of your business," Lord Oakley replied. "Oh but I think it is when it involves the dishonouring of one dear to me. You see my friend has apprised me of what occurred between you on the island the other day. You clearly have no intention of honouring your promise to her but you have most vilely defiled her for the sake of a mere wager." "I believe the young lady consented to what took place between us." At that moment Lucy interrupted, "I did indeed consent but on the understanding that I was giving myself to my future husband and not in the cause of some frivolous bet." Now young Mr Oakleigh spoke up for the first time. "It is clear to me that you have behaved most dishonourably to this lady and you must now make amends." "Very well I shall fulfill my promise of marriage to the lady," said Lord Oakleigh. "Indeed you shall not, you cad. I would not now marry you were you the last man on earth," interjected Lucy. "Perhaps I could make an alternative suggestion," said Tom Oakleigh. "I understand that you gentlemen made a bet of a thousand guineas. I propose that the bet is declared void and that you both now contribute five hundred guineas each to Miss Belucci by way of reparation. Of course should you refuse this offer it might be that word of your abominable conduct would leak out into polite society.' Lord Oakleigh and Mr Woodford conversed together for a few moments in whispered tones until at last his lordship spoke up. 'Very well we accept you offer. I say with deepest sincerity that I intended no harm or dishonour to Miss Belucci and only wished to engage her in sport. However, by way of a full apology we will both contribute to her the sum of two thousand guineas." Lucy's reply did not entirely surprise me. "I accept you apology gentlemen and I thank you for you most generous offer. However, I must confess that the recent incident was not without some amusement for myself. I would ask all of you present to swear never to speak of it again for the sake of my honour." To this all present heartily assented. "As for the sum of two thousand guineas," Lucy continued, "I would ask you to contribute it to some good cause, perhaps an endowment for the education of poor children. Mr Oakleigh perhaps you would be so good as to arrange it." And so we parted on terms of some friendship. The two gentlemen were as good as their word. Mr Oakleigh was able to establish an anoymous benefaction which provided sufficient income for several poor children to attend one of the finest schools in the country. Little would those children ever realise the means by which their education had been earned. Amy's Algerian Anal Adventure Pt. 03 CHAPTER 7 In which our heroines set sail on the Cerulea and encounter the Barbary pirates A few days later our time at Oakleigh Hall was at an end and we returned home accompanied once again by Lady Oakleigh and Miss Burnley. The summer passed and still no word came from my father. We amused ourselves by trying to spy on our guardian and our governess but few opportunities presented themselves for our entertainment. Instead we fell back on our former amusements in the bedroom. At last as summer turned to September a letter from my dear father arrived. In it he announced that his mission in Italy was over and that we were all invited to join him there for the winter. He told us that he had booked a passage for us on a ship leaving Southampton in three weeks time and we were to pack and prepare to depart. What excitement there was in the house. Maids and valets scurried around with trunks and boxes supervised by Lady Oakleigh and the housekeeper. Even Miss Burnley's normally dour spirits revived a little, though she refused to spare us from lessons right up until the day of departure. At last the day of our leaving came. Lucy, Lady Oakleigh, Miss Burnley and I climbed aboard while the two maids were seated outside. The ever present Johnson was also to accompany us but was left to oversee the conveyance of the baggage on a wagon. By nightfall we had reached the fair city of Southampton where we were to be accommodated overnight in an hotel. The next day we were conveyed to the harbour and for the first time laid our eyes on the vessel which was to transport us to Italy. The Cerulea was a fine looking vessel with clean trim lines. We were welcomed on board by the Captain and pleased to observe the scrupulously scrubbed decks and neatly coiled ropes which seemed to betoken a well run ship. The Cerulea was to take a cargo to the port of Naples but the Captain had graciously accepted my father's request that her also take on board our party as passengers. The Captain escorted us to our cabin which proved to be rather small and cramped with two bunks arranged on each side and a small porthole looking out on the harbour. Lady Oakleigh immediately announced that she could not possible share such cramped accommodation with three others and demanded her own cabin. The Captain appeared somewhat perturbed and asked if we would wait for one moment. After disappearing briefly he returned and announced that his first officer had agreed to give up his cabin to Lady Oakleigh and that he would share his own cabin with that gentleman in order to facilitate this. Far from showing any gratitude Lady Oakleigh demanded to be shown the cabin in question and continued to grumble at its inadequacies. At last we were settled into our new home on the waves. We were due to sail that afternoon at high tide. We paid a last visit ashore to eat some dinner in a nearby inn before returning to the ship for our departure. We were pleased to be informed that our baggage had arrived safely escorted by the reliable Johnson and had been safely stowed away. Soon after the ship was towed clear of the harbour by a team of small boats and the sails were hoisted. A stiff breeze from the Channel soon filled the sails and we were speeding towards our destination. Our initial enthusiasm soon subsided. In the confines of the small cabin Miss Burnley, Lucy and I came to resent one another's presence. Miss Burnley was a poor sailor and by the second day was continually seasick. I spent as much time on deck as possible, away from the thick air of the cabin and Miss Burnley's piteous moans and retchings. By the third day we were crossing the Bay of Biscay and a terrible storm broke. I myself became terribly sick and I thought Miss Burnely would die. At last we came through the terrible tempest and some days later arrived at the great rock of Gibralter. We were permitted a day to see the rock by the Captain while he unloaded some cargo and took on stores. That night we set sail once more and were at last entered into the Mediterranean Sea. Our first day in the Mediterranean proved a fine one; the wind blew strongly from the East and we were obliged to tack against it but the weather was clear and sunny. However, towards evening the sky darkened and the sea roughened, by the time darkness fell it was clear that we were in for a storm. We passed a most uncomfortable night in our cabin. The ship appeared to be tossed in every direction. We could hear sailors pounding on the deck above us and waves seemed to be crashing upon the ship. Miss Burnley was dreadfully sea sick and none of managed much sleep. As the first light came through the porthole the sea seemed to calm. I decided to go on deck and ascertain how our vessel had weathered the storm. I climbed to the poop deck where the Captain was conversing with the steersman. The Captain told me that we had been blown far off course by the storm and were now close to the shores of North Africa. Indeed looking southward I could discern land in the distance. Also not far off to our stern I noticed a large ship with black sails built in the Arab style. I stood and conversed with the Captain for some minutes as he told me that in consequence of the storm our passage would take longer than anticipated and that we might arrive in Naples a day or so later than expected. While we were conversing the Captain appeared to be distracted. He constantly glanced towards the stern at the large black ship which was closing on us fast. I became somewhat alarmed myself and said, 'Captain, what is that vessel to our stern. You appear somewhat concerned about it, Sir.' 'It maybe nothing,' the Captain replied, 'but these waters used to be infested with pirates. They are rarely seen these days but I think you had best get below, Miss, just to be on the safe side.' 'But Captain I would like to stay and see what is happening.' I said. 'Please Madam, you will get to your cabin now and lock yourself in with the other ladies,' ordered the Captain. I had no option but to obey such an order and taking a last look at the mysterious dark ship I took myself to the cabin. As soon as I entered the door I excitedly told Lucy and Miss Burnley what I had seen and heard. Miss Burnley was prostrate upon her bunk and showed little interest but Lucy was thrilled. 'A pirate ship! Oh how romantic. I hope they will not make us walk the plank,' she said excitedly. 'Don't be so silly, Lucy,' I responded. It is probably just an Arab dhow. And just supposing it were a pirate vessel this is a British ship armed with cannon. It would be more than a match for some Barbary pirates.' At that moment as we peered through the porthole the mysterious ship started to come alongside. It was clearly visible. A large black vessel with huge black triangular sails. To my horror the vessels gun ports were open and her cannon were pointing straight at us. On the decks were visible a large number of men in Arab costume. Suddenly there was a huge explosion and then a splash in the water just outside our porthole. I could not believe it, the black ship had fired upon us. Perhaps they were indeed the dreaded Barbary pirates of which I had read. I could hear shouting and running feet on deck. The black ship came closer but thankfully did not fire at us again. Why was our crew not returning fire like true Englishmen? I decided to go on deck and find out what was happening and told the others of my intention. Miss Burnley suddenly roused herself. 'If this is indeed a pirate ship you will stay in the cabin until our crew has seen them off. I forbid you to put yourself in danger,' the governess said. Lucy and I looked at one another and dashed from the cabin up to the deck. The deck and rigging of our vessel were full of sailors looking at the mysterious black ship. I found the Captain and demanded to know what was happening. 'Ladies, I believe I ordered you to your cabin. Why have you disobeyed my orders?' 'Captain we simply need to know what is taking place. Is that really a pirate vessel? Why are we not defending ourselves? Why are you not firing back at them.' 'Madam, that vessel is indeed a Barbary pirate. Do you see those flags on the other ship. They are signals. The message tells us to heave to and we shall not be harmed. The pirates wish to inspect our cargo but promise to leave all on board unharmed and free to go,' the mariner replied. 'But Captain, if these people are indeed pirates they are not to be trusted. Do you not know the reputation of the Barbary pirates. Their prize is human slaves not just the cargo of merchantmen.' I said. 'That may be true,' he replied. 'But we are heavily outgunned and outmanned. If we resist we shall be slaughtered. Maybe they will be true to their word and let us go free once they have plundered our cargo. We have no choice.' The black ship was now only a few yards away from us. The captain tore himself away from me and barked an order to pull in the sail. Soon the ship slowed almost to a halt. On the black ship a horde of ruffianly looking Arabs stood by the rail brandishing swords, pistols and other weapons. As the pirate ship closed with us several of their number threw grappling irons attached to ropes at our ship. Once secured they used these to draw the ships together. As the pirate vessel came alongside a swarm of the ruffians clambered across the rail and boarded our ship. Among the pirates was once who stood out. Although dressed in the Arab fashion he was marked by his European appearance with fair skin and blonde hair. He was clearly the leader from the quality of his clothes which were of fine silks, heavily embroidered and from the bejewelled rings which sat on every finger of both hands. The pirate captain ran straight up to our Captain and pointed his sword at him. To my surprise he spoke good English, though with an accent. 'Good day Captain. If I may say so you have made the right decision. In surrendering you have saved the lives of your crew and passengers. Please have all aboard your vessel mustered on the deck now.' The captain immediately ordered that Lady Okaleigh, Miss Burnley, the servants and the remaining crew be brought on deck and a few moments they appeared guarded by several of the pirates. Miss Burnley was shaking with fear while Lady Oakleigh appeared in a towering rage. 'Unhand me you villains. Do you not realise who I am. My god, you shall hang for this every one of you,' she roared. Before that lady was able to mouth any more such imprecations one of the pirates seized her arms while another stuffed a ball of material into her mouth effectively silencing her. Now the pirate captain spoke again. 'Ladies and gentlemen. I must apologise for misleading you. My name is Abu Qadir though I was once called Jean-Francois Leopold. You are of course my prisoners and I shall dispose of you now as I please. Should you wish to enlist in my service you will remain free men but those of you who refuse my offer shall shortly find themselves on sale in the slave market at Algiers. I myself am of French birth and was once taken by a pirate ship. Now I command one myself and I am a wealthy man. Join me and share in our plunder.' For a few moments there was silence. To their credit not one of the sailors who had been so miserably betrayed by their cowardly captain offered to join the pirate crew. Suddenly to my surprise a voice I recognised came from the other end of the deck. 'I will join you. I am a slave now so if you offer me freedom I will take it.' At that moment Johnson stepped forward in front of the pirate Captain. 'Welcome to our brotherhood, friend,' said Abu Qadir. 'From this day you are a free man. But who is your mistress?' Johnson pointed at Lady Oakleigh who was still struggling to free herself and making muffled noises through her gag. 'Ah Madame, enchante,' said Abu Qadir, 'we will deal with you later. Take her and these other ladies to their cabin.' With that two pirates seized each of us and we were dragged reluctantly back to our cabin. Lady Oakleigh attempted to remonstrate with the pirates as soon as her gag was removed. She demanded to be returned to her own cabin but the pirates signaled that she was to remain with the rest of us. So we remained with little option but to lie on our bunks in the cabin wondering what fate awaited us and the members of the crew. Lady Oakleigh was more voluble than I had ever known. She insisted that she would have the captain tried for cowardice and that the pirates would certainly be caught and hanged. Miss Burnley alternated between bouts of weeping and loudly lamenting that we would be taken to Africa as slaves. I tried to cheer the company, pointing out that from what I had read the Barbary pirates usually ransomed wealthy prisoners and that once our families heard of our plight and paid a ransom we would surely soon after be free. This only set Miss Burnley wailing again as she bemoaned the fact that her family would assuredly be unable to afford a ransom for her. At this I assured her without much conviction that my father would certainly buy her freedom if it were possible. CHAPTER 8 Miss Burnley has a dreadful experience at the hands of the pirates It seemed we had been in the cabin many hours when finally the door opened and two heavily armed pirates ushered us out of the door and along the passageway to the captain's saloon. We entered this chamber, which was the most lavishly furnished on the ship to see Abu Qadir seated in the Captain's chair at the head of his chart table. The pirates signaled for us to stand in a line along one wall. 'Good afternoon ladies,' said the pirate captain. 'I am sorry to inconvenience you but I have to ask you a few questions. First of all I need to know which of you are virgins.' I was shocked at the impudence of this question. Lady Oakleigh began to expostulate once more and was quickly gagged again by one of the pirates. 'Captain, that is a most personal and, if I may say, irrelevant question,' said.Miss Burnley. ] 'Madam, you are now my prisoner. You will follow my orders and answer my questions unless you wish me to have you flogged.' said the pirate leader. 'How dare you speak to me in that way. I am an Englishwoman and I will not be treated in this way.' 'Very well you give me no option' said Abu Qadir and signaled to his henchmen. Suddenly Lucy and I found ourselves firmly seized and held by four of the fiendish knaves. Meanwhile two others seized Miss Burnley and dragged her in front of the table. They forced her down so she was bent over the foot of the table and held her there. Abu Qadir nodded to one of the pirates who stepped forward. To my horror he was brandishing what I think is termed a cat o' none tails in the British navy, an evil looking whip. The pirate with the whip seized the hem of Miss Burnley's dress and petticoats pulled them up to her shoulders. She struggled to resist but was held fast by two burly pirates. Next the villain seized her drawers and pulled them around her ankles revealing her pale buttocks to the entire pirate company. 'Please Captain Abu Qadir, this is not necessary.' I said. 'I can assure you that my friend and I are unmarried ladies and are of course virgins. As for Lady Oakleigh she is a married lady and has had two sons.' At this I noticed Lucy blush slightly. 'And you lady,' said Abu Qadir. 'What is your state?' 'None of your business, you cur,' shouted Miss Burnley bravely. 'Very well,' said the pirate and nodded to the man with the whip. To my horror the blackguard immediately brought down the whip hard across Miss Burnley's bare backside with a loud crack. My sympathy for Miss Burnley was somewhat tempered by the thought that in one sense she was only getting her just desserts. I had only had time to briefly reflect on this when the whip came crashing down again, this time leaving a red line of blood where it had pierced the poor lady's skin. Miss Burnley's buttock's were now crimson with the lacerations of the many tails of the whip. However, the villain had no mercy and brought the lash down for a third time on the poor woman's posterior. This time the governess squealed with pain. 'Now Madam, I ask you once more are you a virgin or not?' said Abu Qadir. 'I am not married and have never been,' said Miss Burnley. 'Answer the question unless you wish to feel the lash once more,' the villainous Frenchman retorted. 'Very well, I am indeed a virgin,' gasped Miss Burnley. At this the pirates released her and she collapsed apparently in a swoon upon the floor. I felt sure that our governess was not telling the whole truth. I knew that she had yielded her rear portal to Mr Woodford when I had spied them in the cabin in the woods and felt sure that he had a some point also conquered the front entry. I wondered what the pirates might do if they found out she had deceived them. 'Ladies, it will be necessary to verify the truth of your statements,' said Abu Qadir. 'You must know that white skinned virgins fetch a high price in the slave market at Algiers. Indeed the most beautiful are destined for the harem of the Bey himself. However, my life would not be worth a sou if I were to send a woman to the Bey claiming she were a virgin when this was not true.' Suddenly the captain nodded to the two pirates who were holding me fast. Before I could resist they quickly propelled me towards the table and forced me to lie down upon it on my back. I was held fast by four of the swarthy knaves gripping each of my arms and legs tightly. Abu Quadir stood and walked to the other end of the table facing my feet. Without pausing he swiftly pulled up my dress. The pirates holding my feet suddenly seized my drawers and pulled them straight off me and before I could resist pinioned my legs once more. I was now entirely naked from the waist down with my legs spread wide apart my privy parts exposed to the icy stare of the blue eyed French Berber. Abu Qadir stepped forward and without pausing thrust his hand between my legs. I struggled to free myself but I was held fast. Slowly his finger invaded my secret place. I could feel the invading digit thrusting upward inside me until suddenly he met resistance. 'Ah, une vierge veritable!' exclaimed the pirate triumphantly. 'I think you Mademoiselle may be exactly what the Bey is looking for.' I quailed at this statement. If I was to be sold as a slave to the Bey, what prospect was there that I might be ransomed. I began to wonder whether it might have been better to rid myself of the encumbrance of my virginity. As I was musing on this I was rudely dragged from the table and taken to stand back where I was before. Now it seemed it was Lucy's turn to undergo the same humiliation. She too was dragged to the table and forced to lie down. Her drawers were ripped from her without ceremony and like me she was laid out naked from the waist down for the pirate captain's inspection. Abu Qadir thrust his finger mercilessly into my poor cousin's womanhood. A look of surprise came upon his face. He thrust the finger in deeper. He wriggled his hand around. It was clear he could find no trace of Lucy's maidenhead. I myself was puzzled. Lucy had been ravished in the rear by Lord Oakleigh but as far as I knew she had never surrendered her maidenhead to any man. Suddenly I remembered the games we had played with the hairbrush. Therein lay the answer. In one of these games too vigorous an action with the hairbrush must have deprived poor Lucy of her maidenhead. And now the pirates would not believe her a virgin. What would they make of this? Would they be angry and take revenge upon her? Abu Qadir certainly seemed angry. 'Petite putain!' he cried. 'Why did you not tell me you were no longer a virgin. You will pay for your lies.' Amy's Algerian Anal Adventure Pt. 03 At that he signaled his men to drag Lucy back into her place next to me. I attempted to speak to Lucy as she came back to stand beside me but the pirates holding me tightened their grip menacingly and I thought better of it. Now it was Miss Burnley's turn. I felt certain that she would not prove herself to be a virgin. Four of the pirates picked her up from where she was slumped on the floor and dragged her onto the table. Once more she was stripped from the waist down and her legs were pulled apart revealing the large patch of thick hair growing between her legs. Abu Qadir thrust his finger into the governess's secret passage as he had done with Lucy and me and showed his disgust when once more there was no sign of resistance. 'Sacre bleu! Are all you Englishwomen whores,' exclaimed Abu Qadir. 'Perhaps you are the last virgin left in England, Mademoiselle?' he said, leering at me. 'You at least will make a fine present for the Bey,' he said to me, ' but the rest of you whores will only fetch a poor price. So the least you can do is provide some sport for myself and my crew.' At that the pirate leader threw himself into the Captain's chair at the foot of the table and to my surprise began to unbutton his breeches. He opened them and revealed his manhood standing upright, clearly in a state of some arousal. He beckoned to the two men holding Lucy and they dragged her across the room to where he was sitting and forced her to kneel before him. 'Eh bien ma petite putaine,' he said. 'Have you taken a man's organ in your mouth before?' 'Certainly not and I do not intend to now,' Lucy spat back. 'Then perhaps you would prefer the treatment meted out to your governess? I could have you thrashed within an inch of your life, or perhaps you would like me to let my whole crew have their way with you?' the pirate said threateningly. At this Lucy quailed but did not speak. 'Leave her alone,' I said. 'My cousin may not appear to be a virgin but I can assure you, sir, that she is one!' 'Silence!' barked the captain. Immediately one of the pirates gripping me held an enormous and wicked looking knife to my throat. I knew I had no option but to obey this ruthless man. 'Now you will please do as I order and take my organ in your mouth,' said Abu Qadir menacingly. Hesitantly Lucy lowered her head and brought her lips around the man's enormous rod. She seemed uncertain what to do and for a moment remained bent over with her lips around the huge instrument which emanated from a nest of thick hair in the pirate's breeches. Suddenly the captain seized her by the hair and pushed her head down upon his organ so that the whole length disappeared deep in Lucy's mouth. I could not understand how she was able to accommodate the whole length, which surely must have reached the back of her throat. Now the villain lifted her head so that only the tip of the monster remained between her lips and then once more thrust her head downwards plunging his organ fully into her mouth once more. 'Now you understand that which you must perform Mademoiselle?' Lucy grunted as best she could with a large male organ filling her little mouth. Now she commenced raising and lowering her head taking the whole length of the man's throbbing phallus into her mouth and then pulling back once more. I felt quite unable to assist my friend and watch helplessly, a knife at my throat, as she was forced to perform this unspeakable act upon this rogue. After a couple of minutes of vigorous sucking by Lucy, the knave began to grunt and moan in the most vile manner. The pirates standing around began to cheer in time as Lucy's head bobbed up and down upon the man's organ. Suddenly Abu Qadir emitted a loud moan and grasped Lucy's head. It was clear that the wretch had reached his climax and was now forcing my poor friend to swallow every drop of his seed. I could hear Lucy gulping as she attempted to swallow the copious flood of hot liquid which the cruel Frenchman was now erupting into her mouth. The pirate gave a final gasp of satisfaction and then pushed the wretched girl to one side. Lucy collapsed on the floor retching and attempting to spit out the remnants of his vile seed which remained in her mouth. Two pirates seized hold of her and dragged her to be seated in a chair at the side of the saloon. 'Now madame, I think it is your turn to entertain my men,' said Abu Qadir turning to Miss Burnley. The poor governess was still lying on the floor in a dreadful state after her flogging. I could not believe that these wretches intended to impose still further indignities upon that lady, although I had little enough affection for her myself. Two burly Arabs took hold of Miss Burnley, hoisted her from the floor and deposited her on her back on the table. The poor governess gasped in agony as her lacerated buttocks came in contact with the hard wooden table. Suddenly one of the villains produced a huge knife and held it to Miss Burnley's chest. I feared the poor woman was to be stabbed and attempted to break free from my captors but the blackguard with the knife pushed it so hard against my throat I feared he would cut the skin and I knew my resistance was in vain. Instead of stabbing my governess the pirate proceeded to slit the front of her dress and then drew the knife down the full length of her garments. There was a loud ripping sound as he cut a slit the full length of the front of her gown. The rogue pulled back her dress leaving her naked except for her corset around her middle. Not content with this he took his knife once more and proceeded to also slit this garment, exposing the front part of the governess's body entirely. Miss Burnley recovered herself sufficiently to try to wrap her vestiges of clothing around herself but the two pirates who had seized her now pinned her to the table by her arms. The poor woman was now entirely exposed to the gaze of the whole party of buccaneers. Her pale breasts heaved as she sobbed spread out upon the table like some sacrificial virgin. Abu Qadir now spoke to one of his men in Arabic and the man strode forward. Quickly he unbuttoned his breeches, like his captain before he had a large and obviously aroused organ and there was little doubt what he intended to do with it. The villain climbed upon the table and with no further ado plunged his throbbing manhood between the governess's thighs. The poor woman gasped in shock as the grunting pirate forced his inflamed sword into her tight little sheath. To my surprise the villain did not last long he made a few swift thrusts and then gave a cry and collapsed on top of Miss Burnley. No sooner had he emptied his seed into the governess than another of the pirates pulled him aside ready to take his place. This rogue was clearly in less of a hurry. He commenced by licking the governesses ample breasts and then sucked greedily on each of her nipples in turn. Next he lowered his breeches and squatted across her chest. His organ was not yet fully erect. Like all the male organs of these Arabs it had undergone circumcision and the bulbous purple head of his short thick phallus was clearly visible as he held it out to Miss Burnley. She attempted to turn her head away but the villain held her head and forced her to accept his manhood into her mouth. Squatting over the helpless Miss Burnley he proceeded to thrust his enflamed organ in and out of her mouth. The governeses protests were quickly muffled by obstruction of her mouth by a portion of the pirate's anatomy.. The pirate continued this motion for a few minutes but clearly felt that he was obtaining no satisfaction from it. He accordingly changed his position to one between Miss Burnley's legs and like the pirate before him lost no time in burying his now fully erect organ in her private passage. The pirate's change of position freed Miss Burnley's mouth once more and she began to shriek imprecations upon those around her. However, this was quickly cut short when one the pirates looking on stuffed a rag in her mouth effectively silencing her. The pirate who had mounted her continued to thrust vigorously between the unfortunate governess's thighs. He clearly had more staying power than his companion and continued this activity for some minutes before he too climaxed loudly adding his contribution of seed to the deposit already made in Miss Burnley. As this pirate climbed from the table a dispute seemed to arise between two pirates. I could not understand a word but I sensed that there was a conflict as to which of the villains would have his evil way with Miss Burnley next. Suddenly Abu Quadir shouted at his men and the dispute immediately ceased. He barked some kind of order at the men in Arabic and Miss Burnley was immediately lifted off the table and placed in a nearby chair. For a moment I hoped that the poor lady would now be spared further torment by these monsters. To my surprise one of the rogues jumped upon the table and lowered his breeches. Two of the other villains now dragged poor Miss Burnley from her chair once more and thrust her across the room until she was facing the foot of the table. They suddenly seized her remaining shreds of clothing and ripped them from her shoulders. The unfortunate lady was now left entirely naked while the grinning pirate on the table leered at her and thrust his now exposed manhood upwards towards her. The two pirates who had just stripped her now pushed her head down onto the erect pole of their prone colleague. Our poor governess was once more forced to take the throbbing manhood of one of the pirates into her mouth and to suck on the monstrous implement like some giant lollipop. However, the poor lady's torments were not to end here. She was now bent over the pirate's form on the table her head bobbing up and down upon his throbbing phallus. Her plump buttocks were exposed to the lascivious gaze of the assembled pirates and clearly showed the lacerations of her earlier lashing. At this moment another pirate stepped forward, an evil looking rogue with a patch over one eye, perhaps concealing an injury taken in some former battle. The blackguard unbuttoned his breeches and revealed a large dark skinned pole now in the final stages of tumescence. The pirate placed himself behind Miss Burnley, who was still unaware of his intentions, occupied as she was with her act of fellatio upon the man on the table. The man with patch held his erect organ and proceeded to line it up not with the expected target but placed it squarely between the cheeks of Miss Burnley' s backside. Realising that she was about to be sodomised, Miss Burnley attempted to wriggle free but she was still held fast by the two burly pirates who had dragged her from the chair earlier. Patch continued his assault now lodging his organ firmly between the lady's buttocks and attempting to gain admittance at her postern gate. The rogue made several thrusts to no effect. It was clear that the tiny aperture would not permit the entry of so large an organ easily. Not to be deterred the pirate stepped back a moment and spat upon his fingers and then thrust two of them deep into Miss Burnley's tight little orifice moving his digits in and out a few times for good measure. He then repeated the process this time anointing the throbbing purple head of his circumcised monster before once more lodging it against the sobbing governess's fundament. This time the pirate appeared to achieve his objective and with a mighty thrust pushed his instrument firmly through the tight aperture. Despite still having her mouth filled by the other pirate's invading organ, Miss Burnley emitted an audible squeal of pain as her tight little entrance was so cruelly stretched by the patched pirate's mighty pole. The monster allowed the poor lady no time to get used to the unnatural invasion of her excretory orifice by his procreative organ but now commenced to thrust vigorously into her back passage. Poor Miss Burnley was now being ravished both in the mouth and at the other end of her alimentary tract by two pirates simultaneously. The villain on the table was the first to climax and jetted a stream of his seed into the lady's mouth. The two pirates holding her forced her to swallow the hot, sticky stream by holding down her head and the poor woman struggled to breathe, spluttering and choking. This cruelty only seemed to further arouse the passions of the pirate with the patch who now proceeded to bugger the poor governess with even greater vigour than before. Mercifully, he too climaxed a few moments later letting forth a hot stream into the governesses bowels and groaning with pleasure as he emptied the seed of his loins into her rectal cavity. At that moment Miss Burnley appeared to swoon away entirely and I feared lest the ravishment of the pirates had caused her some fatal internal injury. The two pirates who had been holding her dragged her off the table and laid her down on the floor. Abu Qadir signaled to the pirates holding myself and Lucy to allow us to tend to her. I immediately bent over the insensible woman calling out her name and after a few moments she fluttered her eyelashes and then opened her eyes and gazed at me. 'Captain Abu Qadir,' I said, 'I must insist on taking Miss Burnley back to her cabin to allow her to recover from the dreadful torture which you have just inflicted upon her. Please be merciful and spare us from any further indignities.' 'Very well,' said Abu Qadir, 'Miss Burnley may return to her cabin with two of my men but you three will remain here. There is something which I wish you to witness.' I dreaded what new torment the pirates might subject us to and waited in terror for what would take place next. In the meantime two pirates following Abu Qadir's orders dragged the almost unconscious woman out of the saloon and back to our cabin. For a moment there was silence and then to my great surprise Johnson, Lady Oakleigh's manservant who had defected to the pirates entered. CHAPTER 9 Johnson exacts his revenge upon Lady Oakleigh Johnson stood impassively in the doorway to the saloon. 'Welcome friend,' said Abu Quadir, 'I believe you have some words to say to these ladies, especially to your former mistress.' The huge black man paused, seemingly uncertain how to respond and then he spoke. 'Ladies I think you should know the reasons for my decision to join these brethren of the seas. You must know that I was born a slave in the island of Barbados in the West Indies. The plantation on which I was born was owned by Lady Oakleigh's father. At the age of six I was sent to the great house to learn the skills of a houseboy. At first I was relieved that I should not have to work as a field hand cutting cane in the fields but this did not last long. I was a good looking boy and it was well known that Sir James often used the slaves both male and female for his own pleasure. Once while about my duties I was passing one of the bedrooms and the door was slightly ajar. One of the black maids was bent over making the bed. Suddenly Sir James came up behind the poor woman and pulled up her skirt. It was clear that this was not the first time he had undertaken such an action for the poor woman simply stood where she was, bent over the bed while my master unbreeched himself and proceeded to ravish her from behind. I watched the whole proceedings from behind the door and then fled.' 'It was a few months later when I was waiting on Sir James one morning. It was my responsibility to take him his morning tea. I placed the tray on the table beside his bed and bowed as I had been trained to do. "Please shut the door and come here boy," said Sir James. I obeyed and returned to standing by the bed awaiting his next order. "Now boy take off your clothes and get into bed with me," my master ordered. "But master..." I protested. "Do you want a thrashing boy?" bawled my master. "Do as you are told. Strip and get into this bed." I was terrified and immediately removed all my clothes and crept into the bed beside my master. The evil old rogue then proceeded to use me in an unnatural manner. I felt humiliated and degraded but knew that as a slave there was little I could do. This abuse continued occasionally for some months until thankfully my master returned to England.' 'Two year later Lord Oakleigh asked for this lady's hand in marriage. At that time it was the height of fashion in London society to employ black servants and Sir James' daughter the future Lady Oakleigh insisted that I accompany her to her new life to be trained as her valet. I had no wish to leave my mother and family in Barbados but as a slave I had no choice. I waved a tearful farewell to them for the last time and departed for England. Since then I have served her ladyship faithfully, administering to her every need. Not once in all those years have I ever received a word of thanks from her or any token of appreciation of my service. In all those years I dreamed of returning to Barbados and seeing my family once more but whenever I requested this it was denied. Now I am a free man and I will sail the seas with these gentlemen. Perhaps the day will come, when I have made my fortune, then I shall be able to return to the West Indies and buy the freedom of my family.' 'But for now our fortunes are reversed, Lady Oakleigh. I am at last a free man and you are about to become a slave but before you become someone else's slave you shall serve as mine. Captain Abu Qadir has granted me this as a favour in return for my joining his crew.' At this Lady Oakleigh drew herself up and said, 'Johnson, I do not understand this talk. I know not what nonsense these pirates have filled your head with. For my part I have always tried to be the best of mistresses to you. I simply do not believe you were ill used by my father but even if it were true my father's sins can surely not be laid at my door?' 'Madam you will pay both for your own cruelties and for those of your family.' replied Johnson coolly. 'You will feel what it is like to be totally in someone else's power, to feel degraded and humiliated. Now you will remove your clothes.' 'How dare you speak to me your mistress in this way,' said Lady Oakleigh in complete astonishment. 'No man has a right to make such demands of me, least of all someone who is my servant.' 'You will remove your clothes as I order now or I shall ask these gentlemen to do so for you,' said Johnson threateningly. Lady Oakleigh bravely still refused to comply with her servant's order and stood her ground. Johnson gestured to the two pirates guarding her and they dragged her to the table and stretched her out upon it. Johnson strode forward and pulled a sharp knife from his belt. With this he began to quickly cut at Lady Oakleigh's clothes. She courageously struggled to free herself from the grasp of the two rogues who were holding her fast but in vain. At last Johnson dealt her a might blow across the face and she lapsed into stunned silence as he cut away the last vestiges of her garments and with them any remaining shreds of her dignity. Johnson now indicated to the two pirates that he wished Lady Oakleigh to be turned over so she lay face down upon the table; they quickly complied with this. He then seized her ankles and pulled her backwards until her feet rested on the floor. She was now standing at the foot of the table with her body bent over it. Her arms were held fast by the two roguish Berbers on each side while her large milky white bosoms spread out across the table. Her plump pale backside was now fully exposed and I waited fearfully to see what indignity would be imposed on the poor lady next. Johnson now unbuttoned his breeches and for the second time exposed his mighty male organ to my gaze. Having now seen several of the pirates similarly exposed I was able to ascertain that Johnson's rod was of particularly prodigious proportions measuring I would estimate at least twelve inches in length and also being of abnormal thickness. The servant's organ was already in a state of some tumescence and he now rubbed his hand up and down his huge pole with no trace of embarrassment until the might rod had achieved a state of complete firmness. Amy's Algerian Anal Adventure Pt. 03 I had already seen that Lady Oakleigh enjoyed the sensations of penetration by her servants massive rod and I wondered why Johnson intended to adopt this course if his intention was somehow to take vengeance on his mistress. Perhaps he felt the indiginity of being ravished before the assembled pirates would be sufficient to repay the debt he clearly felt Lady Oakleigh owed him. It soon became clear that Johnson's intended target was not the aperture which it had been his wont to enjoy. Holding his huge black organ in his hand Johnson positioned the tip squarely in the channel between Lady Oakleigh's quivering buttocks. I could not believe it were possible that an organ of such mighty dimensions could penetrate so tight an orifice but it was clear that Johnson's intention was to sodomise his mistress. Johnson began to press the massive bulb which was the head of his organ against the tight aperture of Lady Oakleigh's rear portal but appeared to make little headway. Lady Oakleigh began to scream with pain and attempted to shake off her assailant to no avail. Johnson continued his thrusting for some moments and then roared in frustration. Suddenly he appeared to have an idea, he pulled off his breeches entirely and walked across the saloon to a cabinet set against the wall. To my amazement he reached inside and found the silver container used by the captain and his guests for butter. Smiling Johnson carried this back to the table and took a large lump on the end of his index finger. He now proceeded to rub the butter around the tiny nether orifice of Lady Oakleigh. As he pulled the cheeks of the poor lady's buttocks apart the tiny pink rosebud was clearly visible lavishly smeared with the butter. He then continued by inserting his finger into the tight hole and worked more of the butter into its interior. He repeated this process several times until he was satisfied that tight little shaft was adequately lubricated. Now the rogue turned his attention to his own organ, generously anointing the tip with butter and rubbing further quantities along the whole length of the mighty shaft. Lady Oakleigh obviously sensed what was coming next and moaned. 'Oh Johnson, dear Johnson. Please do not do this unspeakable thing to your mistress. Please spare me. Oh Johnson!' At that moment Johnson once more laid siege to her ladyship's little postern gate, attacking the secret entrance with his mighty battering ram. At first he again made little headway but after a few moments appeared to have effected a partial entry as Lady Oakleigh screamed in pain. I could only imagine the agony that poor lady was suffering as her tiny aperture was stretched by the invasion of his massive head. The monster did not pause to allow his mistress to recover but continued to thrust his swollen rod further and further into her anal tract. After some moments of vigorous thrusting about two thirds of the huge member was buried between Lady Oakleigh's plump cheeks. This did not seem to satisfy the enormous black man, he was clearly intent on burying the whole mighty phallus in her bowels and continued to saw back and forth in his efforts to make further inroads. Lady Oakleigh continued to alternate between screaming for mercy and uttering the most unladylike curses on her former slave. Finally, it would appear that the monstrous pole was fully buried in her ladyship's rectum as Johnson rested with his hips firmly pushed against the cushions of his mistress's buttocks. For a moment he reached forward and caressed the plump breasts spilling out across the table, perhaps remembering former amorous encounters with his mistress. Then perhaps he remembered his true purpose in the encounter and, seizing the rosy pink tips, he cruelly squeezed them until Lady Oakleigh once more screamed in pain. Now the ebony giant began his assault in earnest. He withdrew the huge piston of his manhood until only the tip remained embedded and then thrust the full length into her ladyship's narrow shaft. This action was repeated at first slowly but with an accelerating pace like some monstrous engine. Again and again the thick ebony spear impaled Lady Oakleigh's delicate cleft until Johnson appeared to be in a frenzy like some giant rutting beast. Lady Oakleigh who had at first screamed with pain at the vicious rending of the delicate opening of her posterior now began to moan with each thrust. Although clearly in much pain from the brutal ravishment by her servant I began to wonder whether she was also experiencing some degree of pleasure from this harsh treatment. This impression was further confirmed as Johnson uttered a loud cry and climaxed. As the dark man let his seed erupt into his mistress's bowels she moaned. 'Oh Johnson, you have truly possessed me at last.' Once more I pondered the mystery of the relationship between these two. Having completed his act of buggery, Johnson stepped away from his mistress and put his clothes on once more. Lady Oakleigh was left slumped across the table, a sorry figure. 'Captain sir,' I said. 'Please I beg of you allow me to take Lady Oakleigh back to our cabin with my friend and permit us to attend to her.' I had feared that Abu Qadir would allow his men to further violate Lady Oakleigh or even worse turn their attention upon Lucy and myself. I was therefore surprised when he acceded to my request. Lady Oakleigh had collapsed from the table and now lay upon the floor. Lucy and I picked her up and carried her as best we could, accompanied by two of the pirates brandishing pistols and daggers. We staggered back to our cabin and laid her ladyship upon the spare bunk. The pirates left us but mounted a guard outside our cabin. Miss Burnley was already there upon her bunk, apparently fast asleep. I enquired softly of Lady Oakleigh whether there was anything I might do for her, she still appeared in a state of some shock and I could only imagine the sensations of pain and degradation which she must have been experiencing. Suddenly I remembered the salve from the apothecary's shop which I had used so successfully to soothe Lucy following her caning by Miss Burnley. 'Lady Oakleigh,' I said, 'I hope you will not think this indelicate. I have a wondrous salve which I obtained form our local apothecary. It can truly perform marvels in soothing wounds and soreness. I wonder whether you might permit me to apply a little to your afflicted area. Miss Lucy here will answer to its effectiveness for she has had occasion to use before now.' 'Oh yes Lady Oakleigh,' rejoined Lucy, 'I would recommend Miss Amy's salve most highly. I am sure it would offer you some relief from your...er... soreness.' 'My dears I am in the last state of agony,' announced Lady Oakleigh. 'I am sure that there is nothing to be done but I shall simply curl up and die on this ghastly ship.' 'Please your ladyship,' I insisted, 'do let me but try to offer some alleviation of your misery.' 'Very well, child,' said her ladyship. I quickly found the little pot of salve in my case and gently rolled Lady Oakleigh onto her side so she was facing away from me. I hesitated to touch such a grand lady in so intimate a manner but resolved that there was nothing for it but to proceed. I gently pulled apart her ladyships plump buttocks and proceeded to examine the area around her little rosebud. The puckered little entrance was now swollen and bright red and gaped slightly open. To my horror a small trickle of sticky white liquid came from the entrance but this soon eased when I cleaned the tiny aperture with a cloth and some fresh water. Lady Oakleigh winced as I bathed her. I then applied some salve to the afflicted organ and she immediately pronounced this as effective in offering relief. I asked her if she desired me to apply a little of the salve internally and she assented. I therefore gingerly diped my finger into the ointment once more and began to gently insinuate my finger into her ladyship's contused little orifice. She gasped in pain as my finger explored the violated channel. I worked the ointment around the entrance as best I could and then withdrew. 'Ah Miss Amy, if I were not so sore that would be really quite agreeable.' said Lady Oakleigh to my surprise. 'I must say that salve of yours is quite marvelous and has quite entirely alleviated my distress.' 'For that I am glad, your ladyship,' I replied. By now all of us were quite exhausted. Lady Oakleigh soon fell asleep. Lucy and I remained talking quietly for some time, speculating as to why we had been spared the dreadful ravishment meted out upon our companions and contemplating what might face us the next day. CHAPTER 10 Amy and her companions are sold into slavery I was awake early the next morning and rose to look out through our porthole. Land was clearly visible and I wondered whether we might be coming into a port shortly. We attempted to leave the cabin to take a little air but two pirates guarding the door indicated that we were not to leave. I signed to them that we were hungry and needed food and after some time we were brought some water, bread and dates, a curious breakfast. We were all famished and even Lady Oakleigh fell upon the food and quickly consumed it. Miss Burnley was still most distressed and sobbed constantly but Lady Oakeleigh seemed returned to her usual haughty good humour. She had found a clean dress and put it on and appeared none the worse for her ordeal of the previous day. I attempted to prevail upon Miss Burnley to employ some of my salve but she would have none of it and simply sobbed more vociferously when I suggested it. The land I had seen came closer and it was soon apparent that we were approaching a city of some size. Houses streamed down a hillside to a port and the skyline was punctutated by the minarets of the mosques at which the Muslim peoples are wont to worship. We were soon entered into the harbour and then tied up at the quayside. The stone wall of the dock then obscured my attempts to see further and we were obliged to sit and listen to the sounds of sailors running on the deck above and shouts in a strange tongue coming from the quayside. After what seemed an eternity our two guards ushered us onto the deck. To our amazement the entire crew was assembled on the main deck guarded by heavily armed pirates. The captain and all his men were chained like convicts. Now to my horror two pirates approached us carrying a bundle of chains. They proceeded to shackle each of us in turn with chains between our wrists and our ankles. Finally a long chain connecting Lady Oakleigh, Miss Burnley and myself was passed through our wrist chains. The two maids who had accompanied us on the voyage were now led forward and they too were shackled and joined to the ladies' chain. I could not understand why Lucy was not joined with us in this way. A pirate prodded me with his sword indicating that I should lead the others down the gangway to the quayside. I looked up to see Abu Qadir upon the poop deck. 'Captain,' I cried, 'Why is my friend, Lucy, not accompanying us as we depart form the ship?' 'Your friend will stay here with me,' said Abu Qadir. 'I have other plans for her.' 'Please Captain, sir,' I continued, 'I beg of you do not separate us. If we must go into slavery let us remain together.' 'Madame, you will go, your friend will stay. Now go!' With that I took a last look at Lucy whose face was filled with tears. One of the pirates then forced me away at swordpoint and I led the other ladies down the gangway and onto the dock. Behind us filed the ships' crew also in chains, betrayed by their cowardly captain. We were escorted through narrow streets by the pirates. Along the way Arab men stared and a few jeered at us in our sorry plight. We arrived at last at a gateway leading into a courtyard. Around the courtyard were many doors with barred windows. I feared that this would be our prison and was soon proved correct. One of the pirates spoke to a villainous looking Arab who unlocked one of the doors. The pirate then removed the chain linking us together but left our shackles on our wrists and ankles. One of the maids was pushed unceremoniously into the small cell behind the door. It was clear that we should have to enter voluntarily or suffer similar treatment so I led the rest of the party into the small confined space. Our gaoler then slammed the door behind us and locked it. Our new abode was a tiny room some eight feet across and perhaps twelve feet in depth. There was no light except what came through the barred opening in the door. The room was devoid of any furniture except that a wooden bench ran around three sides of the walls. I wondered what facilities might be available to answer the call of nature until I noticed a filthy bucket in the gloom in one corner of the cell. I began to wonder whether dying honourably resisting the pirates might not have been a better choice than the pitiable condition to which we were now reduced. We spent the rest of the day in the miserable hole. The heat was unbearable; Lady Oakleigh complained incessantly and Miss Burnleigh simply sobbed inconsolably for most of the time. I conversed with the two maids who told me that they too had been violated most horribly by the pirates the day before. We had little to do but to speculate upon our fate which could only be too terrible to contemplate. Twice during the day the gaoler brought us a little food and water. I attempted to find out from him how long we would remain in this prison but he appeared to speak no English. At last night fell and we tried as best we could to sleep on the hard cramped wooden bench. The next day there was a great bustle in the courtyard outside. Other prisoners appeared to be being chained together and marched away. Eventually our cell door was opened, we were once again lined up and chained together. I recognised some of the pirates from the ship who had come to escort us to our unknown destination. Once more we were marched through the narrow streets. Soon we arrived at a large gateway and were passed under it. We were driven along a long hallway, finally emerging into a great open chamber lit by windows high up in the walls. In the centre of this large room was a platform on which were standing a group of large black men. All around the room men in Arabic robes were standing. It quickly became apparent that this was a slave auction. The groups of men on the platform were sold and were led away to be replaced by another group. While the bidding was going on we were watched by our pirate guards. After a few minutes Abu Qadir himself swaggered up dressed in his most magnificent apparel with even more gold and jewels sparkling on his fingers. 'Ah Mesdames et Mesdemoiselles, so glad to see you again. You are no doubt excited at the prospect of meeting your new masters,' he said. 'Captain, I beg of you,' I said. 'Please contact our families, and let them know we are alive. They would pay handsomely for our release. There is no need to sell us to these people.' 'Mademoiselle, perhaps you new master will ransom you. I cannot wait for your family to find the money. You will be sold now to finance my next voyage,' Abu Qadir replied. 'And my friend, Miss Lucy, what have you done with her?' I asked him. 'Ah, your pretty friend,' he said. 'Why, she will accompany me on my next voyage. I think the life of a pirate's wife will suit her well.' Before I could protest further Abu Qadir moved away. The two maids were pushed forward and placed on the platform. There was much shouting and after a few moments they were pulled from the stage by two mean looking Arabs. I was barely able to shout a quick farewell before they were taken away. Lady Oakleigh was taken up to the platform next. Her purchaser appeared to be a huge corpulent gentleman who led her away accompanied by a pair of attendants. She passed me by and entreated me to take care of myself, assuring me that her son would doubtless shortly secure our release; for myself I was not so sure. Miss Burnley was next to mount the platform and attracted the interest of several bidders. In the end the successful bidder was a benevolent looking gentleman. He permitted her to spend a few moments taking her leave of me. I had never liked my governess but I was now sorry to see her, the last of my English companions, leaving me alone in this nation of strangers. I expected to be forced to mount the dais so that I too could be sold off like some beast. Just at that moment a clamour broke out in the assembled throng. The crowd parted and a gentleman, obviously of some importance from his clothes and the size of his entourage entered the chamber. The aforesaid gentleman was of middle years with a long dark beard, streaked with grey. He was dressed in richly coloured clothes embroidered in gold and on his head wore a turban with a magnificent brooch mounted with a large jewel, perhaps a ruby. He was attended by a number of fierce and muscular looking black servants. One held a fan to cool his master and another a parasol to shade him from the sun. The remainder were armed with spears and scimitars and appeared to form a sort of bodyguard. To my surprise this distinguished gentleman walked straight up to me and looked me in the eye. Abu Qadir came running up and bowed low before him. There was a quick conversation in Arabic of which I was unable to decipher any meaning. At the conclusion of this Abu Qadir bowed to the gentleman once more. The pirate turned to me and said, 'This gentleman is the Grand Vizier to the Bey of Algiers. He will conduct you to your new master. Au revoir Mademoiselle et bonne chance.' I had no opportunity to speak further for two of the large black servants seized my arms and marched me away behind the Grand Vizier and his procession. Once more we entered the narrow and labyrinthine streets but soon we emerged onto a broader throroughfare. This I could see led towards a large edifice which I assumed was the Bey's palace or citadel. High walls surmounted by towers and minarets towered above the smaller buildings of the surrounding city. As we crossed a bridge and entered through a large and ornate gateway guards came to attention for the Grand Vizier and his retinue. I wondered what fate now had in store for me in this great palace. The procession made its way through beautiful gardens where fountains and running water cooled the heat of the North African day. We passed through a series of courtyards and gardens until we came to a large iron studded door set into a high wall. One of the attendants knocked on the door which was opened by another black servant. The Grand Vizier spoke to him briefly and he indicated that I was to follow him. To my surprise the Grand Vizier and all his entourage remained outside so I followed the black servant down a long corridor until I was ushered into a room furnished with richly upholstered divans, cushions and small tables. The sole occupant of the room to my astonishment was a fair haired woman of European appearance. I was even more surprised when she spoke to me in perfect English. 'Good day, Miss,' she said. 'I hope you have not had too tedious a journey. Would you care for a glass of lemonade?' 'Er.. yes, thank you,' was all I could stammer at first. 'But please tell me why am I here?' 'Of course, how rude of me,' said the lady. 'Let me introduce myself. My name is Miriam but I was once called Mary Onslow. You are now in the harem of His Excellency Ahmed Rashid, the Bey of Algiers. His Excellency learned of your capture by Abu Qadir and wished to meet you himself so he arranged with Abu Qadir for you to be brought to his palace.' 'You mean he bought me as his slave,' I said. 'You are here as a prospective concubine of the Bey. Should he choose you as such it would be considered by most women as a great honour.' Miriam replied. Amy's Algerian Anal Adventure Pt. 03 'I have no wish to be a concubine to the Bey or anyone else,' I responded. 'I simply wish to be reunited with my companions and continue my journey to Italy to meet my father.' 'I am afraid that will not be possible. Now tell me your name and come and sit down and have some lemonade,' said Miriam. I could see that argument was useless; I was a prisoner, albeit in what appeared to be a gilded cage. I decided to bide my time and find out more about Miriam. I took a seat on the divan next to her and accepted the proffered glass of lemonade, which was deliciously refreshing after the ordeal which I had just suffered. 'My name is Amy Northcott,' I said. 'You said that you were formerly called Mary Onslow, Miss Miriam. I was curious as to how you came to be living in the palace of the Bey of Algiers and why you changed your name' 'Ah, my dear Amy,' said Miriam, 'I was once like you an English lady traveling the seas. I was employed as a governess to a British gentleman resident in Constantinople. Thus I became familiar with the ways of the Orient. On my return to England over twenty years ago I too was captured by Barbary pirates and brought to this country. The Bey's father heard of this and ordered that I be brought to him. He immediately fell in love with me and made me one of his concubines and installed me in his harem. Like you, I spoke no Arabic, though I knew a few words of Turkish. I was lost and alone in a strange land. However, the Bey treated me kindly and lavished gifts upon me. In Turkey I had been treated as little better than a servant, now I was treated like a Queen with servants to wait on me. I soon learned the Arabic language and began to study the religion of Islam and in due course decided to embrace it as my own. Seven years ago the old Bey died and there was a struggle over who should become his successor. I feared for my own position. Eventually Ahmed Rashid the old Bey's son established himself as the rightful successor. He asked me to assume the position of guardian of the harem. My chief responsibility is the training of the young ladies who are newly arrived in the harem so they are fully prepared for their duties. You are the first English lady to join us for some years but it is pleasant to be able to converse in my mother tongue once more.' 'Have you no desire to leave this place and return to England?' I asked. 'Why no,' Miriam replied. 'this is now my home. Besides I have no family remaining and in England I faced only a life of service caring for the ungrateful children of others. I have grown used to the ways of this place and its people though they seemed strange at first.' 'I shall never accept being a slave in this country,' I said. 'Besides, I have my father and my cousin Lucy, not to mention many friends and a home in England. You may have lost little in coming here but I have lost everything. I pray the Bey may take pity on me and allow me to return to my own people.' 'Do not pin your hope upon that my child,' said Miriam, 'but rather groom yourself to a respectful acceptance of what Allah has ordained for you in his mercy.' At that moment I did not feel that Allah had been particularly merciful to either myself or my companions on the voyage but I felt it was better not to make these feelings known to Miriam. 'Now you must be very hungry after your journey.' said Miriam as if I had just arrived at a friend's house in a carriage. With that she clapped her hands and the black servant who had brought me to her room departed and shortly returned bearing a tray with a variety of delicious looking foods. I suddenly realised what a voracious appetitie I had developed having had little to eat in the last two days and set to eating the repast before me. 'This gentleman is Hamid, my eunuch,' said Miriam. Once you are settled you too will allocated a eunuch to look after your needs.' I though for a moment that a eunuch would be of little use for some of my needs but again decided it would be inappropriate to make a joke upon the subject. 'So these eunuchs are quite without...er' I said not knowing how to phrase the matter delicately. 'Without male equipment,' said Miriam helpfully. 'Absolutely, it is removed by surgery when they are small boys. You see no men, apart from the Bey, are allowed in the harem. You will have observed that even the Grand Vizier was not admitted on your arrival.' 'So their er equipment is removed so that they may not be tempted to interfere with the ladies of the harem?' I asked. 'Exactly so,' she replied. 'They are trained to be totally loyal to the Bey. My advice is to remain on good terms with them as they can make your life most pleasant or most difficult. You should particularly respect the Chief Eunuch, Mahmoud who is one of the most powerful officials in the palace.' 'Now you must be tired,' said Miriam. 'I will allow you to settle in to your new quarters. Tomorrow your training as a concubine will begin. If you need anything please call for me. The eunuchs should be able to attend to most of your needs. They do not speak English but you should be able to make yourself understood with signs.' With that Miriam signalled to the eunuch who was silently standing by the door. He opened the door and escorted me along a maze of corridors bringing me at last to what was to be my own room. This contained a large soft bed, a divan and several large cushions together with small tables and chests for clothes. The walls were hung with silken drapes and tapestries creating an altogether rich and exotic atmosphere. Once the eunuch had departed I looked out of the window observing that I had my own balcony overlooking one of the beautiful palace gardens. For a moment I felt that this might not be such as bad place after all. Then I suddenly remembered Lucy and my father. I wondered what had become of Lady Okeleigh and Miss Burnley and I feared that I might never see any of them again. CHAPTER 11 In which Amy's training begins and she visits the Turkish baths The next day I was awoken by my eunuch bringing me breakfast. I had already met this personage the day before. Like most of the eunuchs he was of a dark African appearance rather than having the character of the lighter skinned North African Arabs. Like the other palace servants he was dressed in baggy cotton trousers and loose fitting silk shirt with a richly embroidered waistcoat. I later discovered that these waistcoats indicated the rank and role of the wearer in subtle elements of their colour and design. Suleiman, who had been allocated to serve me wore a pale blue waistcoat embroidered in yellow and white, which indicated that he was in the service of a lady of the harem and had a relatively junior status. Suleiman handed me a tray with hot dark coffee, fresh flat bread, dates and a substance resembling curdled milk. I tried a little of this and it proved to be quite creamy with a slightly sour tang. I later found that this was a delicacy known as yoghurt. I was still making up for two days with little food and eagerly devoured the breakfast. Having eaten, Suleiman came to take away the tray and indicated that I should dress in a set of clothes which he had laid out upon the divan. The clothes were, of course, of Eastern design and were loose and flowing, quite unlike the tight fitting garments to which I was used. I soon, however, experienced a wonderful sense of lightness and freedom to be liberated from my corsets and tight fitting bodices. After I had dressed Miriam entered my room and informed me that my training as a member of the harem was to start straight away. I asked her of what this training would consist. She explained that I would need to learn a little Arabic as quickly as possible so that I could communicate with other members of the harem and the servants. I would also learn deportment and etiquette and most importantly the arts of love. I pondered that this was not far removed from my lesson with Miss Burnley, except that I should now be learning Arabic instead of French. Nevertheless, I looked forward to lessons in the art of love, a subject which had never appeared in Miss Burnley's curriculum. The remainder of the morning was passed in my first Arabic lesson. I was no more adept in this than French but by the end of the day had mastered a few phrases which I went away to practice on the eunuchs who laughed out loud at my poor pronunciation. Suleiman, however, patiently corrected me and when he responded spoke slowly so that I might understand some of what he was saying and by this means I slowly began to pick up the language. After a week I began to tire of the repetitive nature of my days. I felt confined within the walls of the harem. Certainly the other ladies and I were permitted to walk in the harem gardens which were exquisitely beautiful and carefully tended by their own corps of eunuch gardeners (dressed in green waistcoats). However, I longed to escape the confines of the walls and explore the mysterious and fascinating city outside but above all I longed to see Lucy again and to be reunited with my father. I expressed these sentiments to Miriam one day during our lessons but she showed little sympathy. 'Amy, my dear,' she said, 'your lot is not a hard one. Consider the majority of the human race who are forced to labour from dawn till dusk whether as slaves or as paid workmen and women in the country we came from. Here you have a life of ease, waited on by servants. You have only to make yourself available to the Bey when required. I believe that many women should gladly exchange places with you.' 'But Miriam,' I said, 'what I lack is my freedom to go where I please. I may be well treated by the Bey but I am still his slave. I wish for a husband who will love only myself and treat me as his helpmate and companion. I will never have that in this place.' 'This attitude will serve you ill,' said Miriam. 'I advise you to make the best of your situation with a quiet acceptance. Learn to enjoy what you have and through that find contentment in what Allah has given you.' I could see that this debate would profit me little and spoke no more on the matter with Miriam. The next day Miriam announced that the Bey wished to meet me and that it was necessary that I was prepared for him. That afternoon I was to take a bath and then I was to be dressed and prepared for His Excellency. I had assumed that the taking of a bath would involve a similar process to what took place in England whereby a servant would fill a tub with hot water and I should soap and rinse myself clean. How mistaken I was. I was now in the Orient where baths are taken in the Turkish style in what is termed the hamam. I was escorted by Suleiman to the harem baths that afternoon. He handed me over to a huge female slave who appeared to preside over the place. She started to remove my clothes but I signaled that I would do this for myself. I felt strange standing naked before this huge woman but she indicated that I should follow her and led me into the next room. This was a stone chamber full of heat and steam, the like of which I had never experienced before. She indicated that I should lay myself on one of the wooden benches around the room. I noticed a number of other ladies presumably other members of the harem also lying around the room in a state of undress. They chatted amiably in Arabic but I found it impossible to understand their conversation. On the bench opposite I could discern a large Oriental looking woman laying on her side. She had huge slightly pendulous breasts and a plump belly and thighs. What struck me most was the huge matt of dark hair between her legs which extended almost to her navel. I later realised that this was far from uncommon in Eastern ladies. To one side of me was a dark black African woman. Her skin was like ebony and shone darkly from the perspiration created by the intense heat of the room. The African woman had a sharp hooked nose and a haughty expression. She wore great gold hoops in her ears and her jet black hair was trained into tight braids. Unlike the woman opposite me the African was slender with a lean muscular build. Her breasts were small but stood firm and erect and the hair between her legs was sparse and composed of dark curls. My third companion in the hot room was of more European appearance. Her skin was of a sallow colour and she had long dark hair tied back from her face. These combined with her large dark coloured oval eyes gave her a Mediterranean appearance. I tried to address her in French and then in Italian but she showed no signs of understanding. Suddenly she spoke to me and I recognised her words as one of the few Arabic phrases which I had so far mastered, she had asked my name. I struggled to remember the appropriate answer and was able to reply in Arabic that my name was Amy and I came from England. This led to a murmur from the three other ladies. I tried to engage them in further conversation but my efforts were hampered by my limited vocabulary and difficulty in understanding their questions. I did manage, however to learn their names. The Mediterranean girl was called Anastasia and she was Greek. The African lady said little but Anastasia said she was called Koumou and had been an African Queen but had been captured and sold into slavery. The plump lady's name was Fatima but I did not manage to find any more about her history. The intense heat of the bath began to make me feel sleepy and I lay on my back on the bench and closed my eyes. Without realising it I was soon actually asleep. I was awakened by strange sensations. Someone was very lightly stroking the inside of my thighs. I opened my eyes to see Anastasia sitting at the end of my bench; she was very slowly trailing her fingers up and down the inside of my legs. The sensation was most pleasant and I felt no inclination to protest at her actions. I suddenly realised that Fatima was sitting by my head at the other end of the bench. Very slowly she bent over me and to my surprise began to slowly circle one of my nipples with her tongue. The sensation of this too was quite exquisite. In the process of bending over me her huge plump bosom was left dangling before my face. I wondered whether I should reciprocate and tentatively reached for one of the huge dark nipples hanging in front of me with my tongue. I was just able to gently lick the tip and Fatima moaned in appreciation. As this seemed acceptable I seized the huge breast with both hands and brought it closer to my mouth. I was now able to take the whole nipple into my mouth and suck upon it gently. It was like being suckled by some large soft cow. In the meantime Anastasia had moved her hand further upwards and was now gently stroking the inside of my thighs where they joined my body. Her hands roved closer and closer to the very centre of my womanhood. At last she gently brushed the downy hairs between my legs and then softly stroked my outer lips. The sensation was quite delightful and I allowed her to continue while I avidly sucked upon the bountiful mammaries of Fatima. Anastasia was now probing further into my hidden depths. Her fingers explored the wetness between my outer lips and gently stroked up and down my now dripping slit. I ached for her to touch the throbbing bud of my clitoris but she continued to stroke up and down the inside of my lips, occasionally exploring the little fold of skin between my two openings and then caressing the tiny entrance to the tighter hole below. I wondered where Koumou, the African Queen had gone and turning my head I suddenly realised that she was lying on the bench opposite watching us and luxuriously rubbing herself between her legs. Suddenly she raised herself from the bench and crossed the room. She moved Anastasia into a kneeling position between my legs and seated herself behind her. She then began to vigorously lick the Greek lady between her legs and up and down the cleft between her firm buttocks. Anastasia grunted with pleasure and spurred on by this stimulation proceeded to do the same for me. Her tongue at first gently probed my dripping slit and then she at last found my humming clit and began to stroke it with her tongue in the most delightful manner. I continued to suck first one and then the other of Fatima's massive breasts while she began to rub herself furiously with her free hand. Soon waves of pleasure began to radiate outwards from the tiny nub which now seemed to be the center of my being. Anastasia was clearly practiced in this art and seemed to know exactly how to produce the most exquisite sensations by the ministrations of her tongue. Within a few moments I felt as though I were floating away on a cloud of ecstasy. I was overwhelmed by a huge surge of pure pleasure far in excess of what I had previously experienced, suddenly I was engulfed by a huge climax. I could no longer breathe and ceased to suck on Fatima's nipple, instead I uttered a loud cry of joy as wave upon wave of pleasure washed over me. My body writhed in sheer delight as I climaxed repeatedly under the caresses of Anastasia's tongue. At last the waves of pleasure slowly subsided and I became more aware of my partners in the bath. Koumou had two finger deep inside Anastasia's anterior orifice and was thrusting deeply in and out of this. Her other hand was stimulating the Greek lady's clitoris while her tongue appeared to be engaged in stimulating her smaller posterior orifice. Anastasia began to groan with pleasure at this triple stimulation. Before I could move myself further, Fatima moved herself so she was squatting over my face. All I was able to see was the huge mat of black hair which now engulfed me. I carefully parted this rug and was able to penetrate to the interior. Licking up and down Fatima's plump lips I was pleased to find that she was already well lubricated and for a few moments I enjoyed the delicious salty taste of her juices as I licked out the interior of her dripping slit. I then turned my attention to her clit. This proved to be swollen to quite prodigious proportions for a lady's tiny organ, having almost the dimensions of a tiny penis. This did not deter me and indeed I delighted in my ability to suck the little organ as if perfoming the act of fellatio, as it is termed in the Italian. I terntatively inserted one of my fingers in Fatima's dripping channel as I continued to suck her engorged clit. She appeared to appreciate this and moaned in pleasure so I repeated the operation with two digits and began to slowly thrust them in and out of her gushing slit. I could no longer see what was passing between Anastasia and Koumou but I could hear the Greek girl screaming in pleasure and could only assume that Koumou had brought her to her climax by virtue of her technique of triple stimulation. I thought to try this for myself and taking my finger which was copiously coated with the Arabess's lubricant juices I pressed gently against the tiny starfish of her bumhole. Like her mount of Venus, this orifice was liberally forested with thick dark hair. Once more she moaned in ecstasy and indicated that I should proceed on my mission. I pressed my finger beyond the tight outer ring and was admitted to the silken interior of her rectum. I slowly stimulated the tight little hole as my other hand found the wider and freely gushing channel. My lips and tongue continued their feverish sucking or her throbbing organ of pleasure. This seemed to arouse Fatima to new heights of excitement for she quivered in pleasure and began to cry out in such ectasy that I feared she might bring the attendant to enquire what was taking place. However, in a few moments she had achieved her climax, bringing her hips down in a series of firm thrusts upon my fingers and tongue and uttering a cry of joy. Amy's Algerian Anal Adventure Pt. 03 As Fatima pulled herself away from my face I was at last able to observe what was taking place between the other couple in the chamber. Koumou was now laid out on her back on the floor and Anastasia was kneeling between her spread legs eagerly lapping at her open slit. I slipped off the bench and joined them kneeling beside the African Queen and applying my lips to her firm pointed breasts. I gently tongued her firm ebony nipples until they stood erect. They were of unusual length and I was able to suckle one in much the same way as I had sucked Fatima's mighty clitoris. This seemed to give the African Queen much pleasure when combined with Anastasia's ministrations to her lower regions and in a few moments we had brought her too to a quivering climax. For a few moments we all rested in the steam room. It was oppressively hot and this sensation was amplified by the exertions which we had all just undergone. When everyone seemed sufficiently recovered Fatima spoke to the others in Arabic and they all stood. She beckoned to me to follow and they accompanied me into the next room which contained a large pool of water. The pool was lined with tiles of the deepest azure while the walls of the entire chamber were covered with more of these beautiful ceramics in the most intricate patterns. My three companions entered the pool via a set of steps and plunged into the water. I followed them and immersed myself. The water was startlingly cold after the heat of the steam room but immediately served to revive and refresh my senses. I was just beginning to enjoy the coolness of this enticing experience when the huge woman who supervised the hamam appeared and beckoned to me. I wondered whether she had heard what had passed in the steam room and was now taking me for punishment but the others waved encouragingly for me to accompany her and I bade farewell to them in some of my few words of Arabic. The giantess showed into a third room which contained a number of benches or flat couches. She indicated that I should lie on one of these and I obeyed. The woman now gestured that I should roll over onto my front, I wondered what would happen next. The attendant now took a small bottle of what appeared to be oil and poured a few drops on my back. The oil was sweetly scented and the fragrance immediately relaxed my senses. She then proceeded to work the oil into the skin all over my back. For such a large and coarse woman her hands had a marvelous delicacy and as she gently rubbed my shoulders and back it seemed as if all the cares and worries of the last few weeks slipped away. I could now feel her applying more oil to my legs and thighs as she continued her smooth action across my skin. At the conclusion of this operation I felt supremely relaxed by also invigorated. Suddenly I remembered that tonight I would meet the Bey himself and all my fears returned. What would he think of me I wondered. If he found me attractive perhaps he would proceed to ravish me this very night. What if he did not find me to his taste; would I be sold into some worse form of enslavement? All these thoughts ran through my mind as the attendant brought me my clothes and assisted me to dress once more. I thanked her and left the hamam only to find Suleiman waiting attentively outside. He then conducted me back to my room. I had only been returned to my room for a few minutes when Miriam knocked at my door. 'Did you enjoy your visit to the hamam?' she asked. I was not sure what to make of this and wondered whether she was aware of what had taken place. 'It was most relaxing and invigorating,' I said ambiguously. 'I must warn you that some of the harem women engage in immodest behaviour in the hamam.' said Miriam. 'It is well known what goes on but it is frowned on. My advice is to keep aloof from the other women and keep yourself out of trouble.' 'I will try to remember that,' I replied. 'Now we must dress you ready for your visit from the Bey,' she said. Miriam opened one of the great chests and began to sort through the carefully folded garments within. She finally selected a gown of pale blue silk with exquisite silver embroidery upon the bodice. She asked me to try it on and to my delight I found it fitted perfectly. She then combed my long blonde hair and pinned it up into an elaborate arrangement. She selected a white scarf of some gauzy material and arranged it on my head. Finally she unlocked a small casket on a side table and produced a beautiful silver necklace which she hung around my neck. When I admired myself in the mirror I appeared transformed into an Eastern lady albeit one with pale skin and fair hair. However, I was not displeased with the effect and hoped that the Bey would be similarly impressed. It was still an hour before I was due to have my audience with the Bey. Miriam spent the rest of the time rearranging my clothes and hair, dabbing perfume behind my ears and instructing me how to speak and behave before His Excellency. At last Suleiman knocked upon my door and beckoned me to follow him. I was led through the labyrinth of corridors of the harem until we at last arrived at a large set of double doors guarded by two of the Bey's bodyguards in their crimson and gold uniforms. The bodyguards swung open the doors to admit us to the chamber within. This was a richly furnished room within the harem set aside for the Bey's entertainment. He was reclining at the other end of the room on a pile of cushions upon a small dais. Two more of his bodyguards stood behind him and he was fanned by a slave standing to one side. Another slave was attending to a large hookah or water pipe from which the Bey occasionally took a puff. Lying beside the Bey was a stunningly beautiful woman with long dark hair and flashing black eyes. I walked to the edge of the dais and prostrated myself before His Excellency as instructed by Miriam. I was initially reluctant to submit myself in this way, however, when Miriam pointed out that this man held the power of life and death over me and that it might be wisest if I humoured him I acceded to her advice. The Bey called me to sit beside him and I took my place on the dais on the opposite side from the dark haired woman. My Arabic was still most imperfect but I was able to comprehend sufficiently to understand when the Bey introduced the dark haired lady as Leyla one of his concubines. He enquired in a formal way about my health and whether my accommodation was satisfactory and I replied politely that I was well and that I found my apartment quite delightful. All this was as I had been instructed by Miriam. The Bey himself was a relatively young man, I judged him to be about thirty years of age. He was of a handsome appearance possessing a fine aquiline nose and alert dark eyes. However, he appeared to be inclining to corpulence perhaps brought on by the indulgence of his lifestyle. After a few moments of rather stilted conversation in which I attempted to use my few Arabic phrases, he clapped his hands. Immediately the great doors opened once more and a troop of eunuchs from the harem kitchens entered bearing great trays piled with food. Serving the Bey first they proceeded to distribute food to all those present. This feast was of the most delicious sort offering meat, fish and fowl of many varieties together with rice, breads, vegetables and sweetmeats. The food appeared not to be served in courses as in England but was simply laid out on large plates around which groups of diners sat and helped themselves to whatever they fancied. No cutlery was provided and I followed the example of the Bey and the other diners selecting what I desired and eating with my fingers. After everyone had eaten slaves arrived with water bowls and napkins so that we might cleanse our hands. I thought that once the meal was concluded I might be dismissed. However, after a few minutes the Bey clapped his hands once more and a group of musicians began to play a loud wailing variety of tune. Immediately a group of female dancers entered the room. These ladies were clad in long pantaloons rather than skirts and on the upper part of their bodies wore only a short bodice type garment which revealed their bellies and waists together with a large part of their breasts. All the women wore large quantities of gold and jewels including large stones set in their navels by some means. The dancers proceeded to perform a dance the like of which I had never seen before, swaying and gyrating their hips in the most sensual and provocative manner. The Bey appeared to be highly entertained by this and applauded loudly together with all those present at the conclusion of the performance. As the dance proceeded I became aware that Leyla's eyes were not upon the dancers but that she was examining me in the greatest detail and regarding my person with a look of the greatest malevolence. I wondered whether she considered me as a rival for the Bey's affections and prayed that she would not turn the Bey against me by some means. Following the performance by the dancing troupe, Leyla herself performed a solo dance in a similar style for the Bey, he seemed much pleased with this and embraced and kissed her warmly at the conclusion of her performance. Soon afterwards the Bey stood up as a signal that he was about to leave. Most of the others in the room instantly prostrated themselves so I followed suite. The Bey took Leila's arm and led the way from the chamber followed by his entourage of bodyguards, pipe and fan bearers and various other attendants. Once the Bey had left a murmur of conversation swept through the room. It was clear that the women of the harem now felt they could relax and gossip among themselves. A number approached me and attempted to engage me in conversation. I responded as best I could until Miriam arrived beside me and assisted by acting as my interpreter. If Leila had a grudge against me there was no sign of this amongst the other ladies I spoke to who welcomed me to the harem like some long lost sister. I spent an altogether agreeable evening in their company before Suleiman conducted me back to my chamber. CHAPTER 12 Amy continues her instruction with Miriam The next day my training with Miriam continued. When I arrived at her room she looked pleased. 'I have had a message from the Bey. He was much taken with you last night. He wishes you to be prepared to spend time alone with him,' said Miriam. 'Do you understand what this means?' 'Well, I suppose I shall have to work harder at improving my Arabic,' I said. 'Oh that is important, naturally,' responded Miriam, 'but you must understand that the intercourse which the Bey will require with you will not merely be in the form of conversation?' I began to understand the full import of what she was saying. 'But Miriam, charming and powerful though he may be I have no desire to enter into such intimate relations with His Excellency,' I protested. 'Amy, my dear, this is not a matter of choice for you. You are now the Bey's slave and his concubine. Your position here depends on your ability to please His Excellency sexually. Do you understand?' I grudgingly acknowledged that I had little choice. 'Very well,' said Miriam. 'Today we will begin our lessons in love. I must tell you that you could have no better teacher for, though I say it myself, I am well versed in these arts. It was not for nothing that the Bey's father regarded me as his favourite concubine. I shall assist you to acquire that position with his son.' 'I have no wish to be the favourite concubine or indeed a concubine at all,' I said indignantly, however, I see I have no choice so let us commence our lessons.' For the next three hours Miriam instructed me in the arts of love. She was an expert in all the ways a woman might please a man best. Despite my reservations at permitting the Bey to partake of the intimacies of my body, I gradually became fascinated by the subject of my lesson which was far more stimulating than the dull Mathematics, English grammar and French vocabulary which had been enforced upon us by Miss Burnley. Miriam instructed me exactly which parts of a man's body were most sensitive, of how to use the lips, tongue and fingers. She explained how a man's pleasure might be prolonged. After a break for what passed for luncheon in the Harem we rested for a while. The day was now at its hottest and it was the custom of the ladies of the seraglio to take their ease or sleep in their rooms. I lay upon one of the divans in Miriam's room and she told me a little of her history. Before becoming a concubine she had had several lovers including the gentleman who employed her in Constantinople. He had been a wealthy widower and having employed her to care for his children quickly became infatuated with her. She had consented to become his lover and he treated her well lavishing her with presents and gifts. Unfortunately she discovered that he was also conducting an affair with a Turkish lady and immediately gave notice that she wished to leave his employment and return to England. It was on the journey home that she was captured by corsairs and enslaved, coming at last to the court of the Bey's father. At the conclusion of our conversation Miriam announced that we would have a further lesson that afternoon. She stated that the lesson would be of a practical nature and would entail practicing some of what I had learned that morning. She ordered me to disrobe as I would need to be naked for the exercise. I was somewhat taken aback by this but assumed that Miriam knew what was best. While I removed by garments Miriam herself disappeared into her bedroom which adjoined the sitting room where we had been talking. I sat on the divan for a few moments feeling somewhat embarrassed to be naked in such circumstances. However, to be without apparel in such heat was pleasant and I could feel a light breeze from the window. After a few minutes Miriam called me into her bedroom. To my surprise she was lying on her bed like myself entirely naked. It was the object between her legs which attracted my attention for strapped to her waist and thighs was a large phallus like object which protruded stiffly above her belly. It appeared to be carved from ivory or some similar material and was marvelously polished and smooth. It was indeed a perfect replica of a male organ. In addition to the rod of the penis itself, with its perfectly carved circumcised head, the device included a large pair of testicles. 'Come here and sit on the bed beside me,' said Miriam. 'I will explain the reason why I am wearing this instrument as I can see you are surprised. You will learn the art of love best by practical experience. Of course it is quite impossible that you undertake this practice with any man but the Bey. However, by my taking the part of the man it is possible to replicate some of the skills which it will be necessary for you to acquire. Do not fear, we shall not use this instrument to penetrate you today. The Bey has no doubt paid dearly for your virginity and he himself will wish to take that prize. But there are other arts which you may learn in this manner. One of the skills which you will need to become proficient in is the art of fellatio.' This was not a term with which I was familiar, so Miriam explained that one of the most delightful pleasures a woman might offer a man was to take his organ in her mouth and to gently suck it. She explained that this could be a form of what she termed foreplay, that is means of arousing the gentleman prior to him inserting his organ in the lady's sex or as a means of procuring a climax in itself. She explained that if I could learn to swallow the gentleman's seed upon his climax that this would be much appreciated as many ladies were unwilling to see through the operation to this conclusion. Miriam now asked to me imagine that the phallus was a real male organ. She ordered me to perform the act of fellatio upon it as I thought best. I bent down and took the bulbous tip of the huge rod between my lips and immediately began to suck it vigorously. 'That is good,' said Miriam, 'however, my advice would be to adopt a little more subtlety in your technique. Begin by gently teasing the organ or even the surrounding area. This will increase the man's passion and also prolong the pleasure.' Although I had enjoyed caressing the ladies in the hamam I now hesitated to apply my lips to Miriam's own body but that was clearly what she was suggesting. I accordingly tentatively licked the inside of one of her legs. She murmured her approval and told me to move higher up. Using my tongue I gently caressed the upper part of her thighs. She raised her legs and spread them apart to allow me full access. Her Mount of Venus was covered by the base of the phallus but the lower part of her sex was exposed and gently I probed it with my tongue. 'Remember that I am a man in this game, Amy. I have no hole there, said Miriam. 'However, a man might much appreciate your tongue stimulating the hole with which he is endowed.' I understood her meaning and moved my tongue further down to explore the tiny puckered opening further to the rear. I gently teased the wrinkled little entrance and then gently pressed inwards with my tongue. Miriam groaned with pleasure and assured me that if I performed this well for the Bey he would be well pleased. After I had stimulated Miriam's tiny orifice for some minutes she seemed to remember the purpose of the lesson. 'Now Amy, please apply your tongue to the phallus next,' she said. Remembering her advice I did not immediately take the ivory instrument into my mouth but gently ran my tongue up and down the shaft. 'That is good,' said Miriam, ' you are using subtlety. Carry on' I now proceeded to lick the highly polished testicles. Miriam encouraged me by telling me that this would be much appreciated by a real male lover. Finally I gently applied my lips to the head of the organ at first just gently nibbling the tip and gradually taking more and more of the shaft into my mouth. I was unable to get the whole length into my mouth but I then proceeded to draw my lips up and down the pole. Miriam approved of all this and announced that I had clearly mastered the art of fellatio and would shortly be ready to practice my new skills upon a real lover. Finally Miriam began to thrust the strap on phallus deep into my mouth and then to my surprise a quantity of liquid began to spurt from a small hole in the tip of the carved member spurting into the back of my throat. Miriam commanded me to swallow and I gulped the cool liquid as it some quantity was squirted into my mouth. Afterwards Miriam told me that the liquid was merely yoghurt which was concealed in a receptacle in the base of the instrument. She added that the seed of a true gentleman would taste rather different but it would be instructive to practice swallowing in the prescribed manner. Miriam now suggested that I learn another technique which she said was known as soixante neuf . I understood well enough that this signified the number sixty-nine in French but remained puzzled as to its significance until she explained that the position of the numbers 6 and 9 reflected the relative positions of the lovers in this arrangement. Miriam ordered me to lie upon my back; she then proceeded to straddle my head so that the ivory phallus was hanging close to my face. She instructed me to continue my action of fellatio upon the pretend penis as before and I continued my sucking of the device. Miriam now bent her own face forwards and began to lick me furiously between the legs, commencing with my outer lips and then proceeding to probe my littele slit which was gushing with moisture such was the degree of excitement occasioned by my exertions so far. Now Miriam found my little nub of pleasure and began to rhythmically stroke it with her skilful tongue. At the same time she began to thrust the phallus ever deeper into my mouth. So skilful were her ministrations that within a few minutes I was brought to a quivering climax. Amy's Algerian Anal Adventure Pt. 04 CHAPTER 15 Lucy's story I remember the horror of that moment when we parted on the deck of the ship. I feared what might become of you, carted off in chains to who knows where. I also feared for myself now alone and in the hands of what we had already seen were a cruel and ruthless bunch of pirates. Later that day I too was escorted in chains from the ship but rather than being taken to the slave market I was forced to follow Abu Qadir and some of his men to his house on the outskirts of Algiers. It was a large and commodious white villa overlooking the sea but its entrance was guarded by two of the ruffians who served the pirate chief. That evening the pirates drank and feasted seemingly celebrating their latest spoils. I sat at the table with Abu Qadir but was able to eat or drink but little dreading what might be coming next. Eventually Qadir left the table in a drunken state and dragged me alongside him to his bedroom. He ordered me to undress him which I did reluctantly and then ordered me to undress also and join him in his bed. I was reluctant to acceded to his request but he again threatened to throw me to the mercy of his men and I thought better of my refusal. Slowly I divested myself of my garments one by one until I was standing in nought save my drawers and chemise. Suddenly Quadir became enraged. "Petite putaine! Do not pretend to be coy, you false virgin!" he roared. At that he leapt of the bed and began to tear my clothes form my body. Having ripped my chemise to shreds he proceeded to clamp his mouth upon my breasts sucking and biting my tender nipples until they were most dreadfully bruised. Next He pulled my across his knee and drew down my drawers to my ankles. I felt most dreadfully exposed revealing my posterior and my sex to this cruel man. He began to fondle my buttocks in the most lascivious manner and then all of a sudden dealt a sharp blow to the one of the cheeks of my posterior. This was succeeded by further sharp slaps to both my buttocks and occasionally my thighs. I could feel my nether cheeks reddening and stinging quite horribly. All of a sudden when I thought I could bear it no longer the knave ceased. I was suddenly horribly aware of the hardness of his male organ which was pushing up against my stomach as I bent across his knees. He pushed me back into a kneeling position so my face was poised just above his tumescent phallus. The long fleshy pole surmounted by its purple head was inches form my face. Without warning the knave pushed my head down so my lips care into contact with the engorged mushroom. I knew I had no choice and enveloped his throbbing member in my mouth. Once more I was forced to undergo the same awful humiliation I had endured on the ship. Once again I obediently bobbed my head up and down on Quadir's raging pillar of flesh and he moaned in pleasure and finally deposited his liquid tribute at the back of my throat. I hated the acrid taste of his seed but obediently swallowed. The monster fell back on his bed and within minutes was asleep. Having nowhere else to rest I climbed into the part of the bed farthest from him and exhausted I soon also fell asleep. The next day I awoke and Qadir had already left the house. A servant woman brought me fresh clothes and some breakfast. I was free to wander the house and its walled garden but the two ruffians guarding the entrance made it clear that I could go no further. In the late afternoon Abu Qadir returned. Suddenly he was all charm and offered me the gift of an exquisite little necklace which I intitally rejected knowing it was probably the loot of one his piratical adventures. However, eventually he prevailed upon me to wear it for him. During dinner, Qadir talked animatedly recounting his adventures in a most amusing way. For a while I forgot that the man was a violent murderer, robber and rapist and began to see him in the light in which he painted himself as a swashbuckling buccaneer of the high seas. He pressed more and more wine upon me and I soon became light headed, laughing and giggling at his anecdotes and giving no heed to the fact that I was in reality his prisoner and slave. Eventually Abu Qadir announced that it was time that we went to bed. The violence of the night before was replaced by a new tenderness. He slowly removed my garments one by one. As he did so he feasted on my body gently kissing my neck and shoulders. Perhaps it was the wine or the sense of unreality at suddenly being transported into this strange world but I found myself unable to resist his advances. Soon I found myself lying naked upon his bed as he gently suckled on first one and then the other of my breasts. The sensation was quite exquisite and I could feel strange sensations of longing flickering in my loins. Perhaps it was a reaction to the dangers and excitements which I had recently passed through but I longed for someone to show me some tenderness and take me in their arms and here despite his previous callousness was this pirate doing exactly that. Soon Qadir's kisses moved down my body. His tongue nuzzling my stomach, his fingers lightly caressing my thighs and his lips kissing my hips. I felt a rising tide of excitement in me which I found hard to control. I knew I should resist but did not want to. I knew that in giving way to his wishes I was losing every last vestige of honour and virtue but I also knew that resistance was useless and would doubtless simply result in further violent treatment as I had seen the night before. Before long the decision was made for me for Abu's mouth was gently brushing the hair of my sex then his tongue gently traced the line of my nether lips. I quivered in pleasure and anticipation. Suddenly he found the bud of my clitoris and gently circled it with his tongue. It was like an electric charge through me and I gasped with pleasure. His nimble tongue continued to manipulate my clit in the most delightful manner evaporating any last vestige of resistance to his advances the he was eagerly lapping at my sex, his tongue probing my orifice which was now dribbling with my feminine juices. I felt mounting waves of pleasure and knew that if he continued I would surely reach an intense climax. Suddenly he changed position and was on his knees between my legs. I could feel him positioning his organ at the mouth of my gushing sex, its bulging head pressed past my open lips and slowly thrust inward stretching my tight virgin pussy. Although I had already broken my hymen due to our games with the hairbrush no man had yet penetrated that virgin channel and even though my natural lubricants were flowing freely it was with some difficulty that he succeeded in lodging his organ fully to its hilt in my tight orifice. He paused a while to allow me to accustom myself to his penetration. Once more his fingers fond my throbbing clit and I could not forebear from moaning softly as he stimulated that tender bud. I knew that what I was permitting was dreadfully wrong and I should at least offer some display of resistance but the waves of pleasure in my loins seemed to wash away any scruples I might have. Slowly Abu began to thrust inside me and although initially I felt a constriction in my love channel this quickly eased and I was able to take his thrusts with ease and rode the mounting waves of pleasure. This was akin to the delightful sensations which we had produced in one another in our own bedroom games but I have to confess of a much greater intensity. My whole inner being throbbed with ecstasy mounting towards a crescendo. My head was swimming with a floating feeling as Abu continued to hammer inside me. As I uttered a final cry of pleasure upon the peak of my climax I felt him relinquish a flood of his seed within me as he too grunted at his own release. Afterwards I lay in his arms as he caressed me tenderly. I could not believe that this was the same monster who had ravished my companions and who had beaten me the night before. "Ma cherie, you must tell me something and tell me truthfully," said Abu. "You told me before that you were a virgin and I did not believe you. Tell me now the truth, have you ever before been with a man?" I was unsure how to respond. I sensed that Qadir would know if I did not tell the truth. Technically I had been a virgin but I had also yielded my other virginity to Lord Okeleigh. "I will tell you the truth Monsieur Qadir and I swear on my dead mother that this is the truth," I replied. "I was once with a gentleman, though he scarcely deserves that appelation . He deceived me into thinking we were engaged to be married and then he pressed me to commit an act of intimacy with him. But I swear that he did not take my virginity from me, at least not what is conventionally considered a woman's virginity." "So what was the nature of this act of intimacy?" asked Abu. "I would rather not say, it is too shameful to repeat." I replied evasively. "Do not be so coy, mon petit chou, perhaps you allowed this gentleman access to an orifice other than your petit con," he went on pressing me. "Yes, I must confess though I a deeply ashamed of it," I acknowledged. "So perhaps you allowed this gentleman to t'enculer. How do you say in English, to bugger you, hein?" My silence at this point made it clear that the answer to his question was affirmative. "Ma cherie, there is no shame in this," said Abu. " I thought you a little putaine for losing your virginity but it is not so. In France many girls entertain their lovers by the porte arrière in order to preserve themselves for marriage. There is no shame in this." I was shocked at his logic but relieved that he thought no worse of me. Suddenly it struck me that I had yielded my virginity to him in exactly the manner that he had previously condemned. "But Monsieur Qadir, you do not think worse of me because I yielded myself to you tonight," I asked. "Ma cherie, you are now a pirate's wife. Next time we sail I shall marry us on the deck of my ship and we shall be legally tied," he replied. The thought that I should be forced to marry a pirate now filled me with horror and dread and I suddenly realised that in giving in to his advances I had perhaps offered Abu Qadir a false impression of my true feelings. I was suddenly filled with shame and remorse at my own weakness. I wondered what you would have done in the same situation and resolved that I could not continue to allow myself to be controlled by events. In short I decided that at the first opportunity I would escape or lose my life in the attempt. It was not long before an opportunity presented itself. The next day Abu Qadir announced that a his intelligence revealed that a valuable prize would soon be passing close to the Barbary coast. He planned to assault this ship and take its cargo for himself. Although women were not normally taken in such voyages he thought that as his future bride I should accompany him. Later that day we made our way back to the harbour and this time I was taken aboard Abu Qadir's own ship. I was shown his cabin and instructed to make myself comfortable. I became bored and restless waiting for the crew to provision the ship and was forced to wait in the cramped and airless quarters below. Abu Qadir shared a simple meal with me in the early evening and announced that he had to go ashore to conduct some business. The winds were not favourable and the ship would not be able to set sail until at least the next day. That night the crew availed themselves of large amounts of alcohol. Although as Muslims this was supposedly forbidden it did not seem to deter this band of ruffians and by late evening most of them were asleep or singing rowdy songs in their quarters. It was then that I resolved to make my attempt to escape. I had already searched Qadir's cabin and found a large chest of men's clothes. I now fitted myself out with some of them. They were a little large for me but I thanked my maker that I was tall and slim. With some scissors I was able to hack off my long hair and to complete my outfit I found a large felt hat which could be pulled down to cover my face. Once thus attired I slipped down the companionway and gingerly crept up the ladder to the deck. There appeared to be only two sailors on lookout and they were drinking from a bottle and talking to one another in slurred tones. Fortunately the two lookouts were at the far end of the ship from my position in the stern. I crept onto the after deck and looked around. The ship was moored some two hundred yards from the shore and I noticed a small boat tied up below. Carefully I lowered myself over the side and began to climb down some netting to reach the boat. The pair of sea boots which were several sizes too big for me did not help but at last I reached the boat and cast off. The sound of the oars in the rowlocks sounded dreadfully loud to me as I carefully tried to row towards the shore. My heart was in my mouth but no challenge came forth from the darkened ship's deck. I had little practice in the art of rowing but by degrees I was able to slowly propel the small craft to the shore and at last tied up and slunk my way up a flight of stone stairs. The harbour was dark and quiet at that time of night and I carefully made my way along the quayside wondering what I should do next. I passed several ships tied up along the dockside and kept my head down and my hat pulled down over my face. Suddenly to my surprise I heard someone conversing in my mother tongue of Italian. I looked up and two presumably Italian seamen were disputing over something at the foot of a ships' gangway. I found it hard to understand everything which passed between them as they spoke in a thick dialect which was unfamiliar to me. At that moment a plan formed in my mind and I approached the two men. "Excuse me gentlemen, are you Italian?" I said in my deepest gruffest voice. "Not Italian but Sicilian," said one of them proudly. "And you work on this ship?" I said indicating the vessel alongside. "Yes, we work for Captain Palozzi," they replied. "Does Captain Palozzi need any extra men?" I asked. "Well you are hardly a man," said one of the seamen laughing, "but now I think about it our cabin boy died of fever on the voyage out, God bless him, so Palozzi might be interested in taking you on." Moments later I was being led up the gangplank for an interview with Captain Palozzi. The Captain was a villainous looking fellow with long greasy black hair and a full black beard; far more the image of a pirate than Abu Qadir. He looked me up and down suspiciously as he sat at a table in his saloon drinking a bottle of wine. "So you want to sign on with us boy," he said in the same thick Sicilian dialect as his crewmen. "Yes Sir, I wish to work my passage to any European port," I replied. "So what brings you to Algiers?" he said narrowing his eyes and looking at me closely. I kept my head down and hoped that my large hat and the gloom of the cabin lit by a single lamp would conceal my features. "My last captain, he was a bad man. I had to leave his ship in a hurry." I said mumbling something which was at least close to the truth. "You will need to cook and wash my clothes, see to all my needs. The ship's cook's food tastes like shit, so the cabib boy usually prepares mine. Can you do that boy?" "Yes sir. I am a good cook. I can even sew and mend if necessary," I said. "Well if you shirk from hard work with me you will get lashed. You can work your passage as my cabin boy and leave the ship at Palermo that's our next port of call." "Thank you sir, I will work hard for you." CHAPTER 16 In which Lucy learns the true price of her voyage The seamen took me away and gave me something to eat. I had assumed that I would be required to sleep in the forecastle with the other sailors and began to wonder how easy it would be to conceal my sex from them living in such close quarters. However, when I had eaten one of the sailors told me that I would be sharing the captain's quarters and I should report to him immediately. I mad my way aft and knocked on the captain's door. "I need you ready to serve me at all times," said Palozzi, "so you will sleep here in the cabin with me." I noticed there was only one bunk. "Captain shall I sleep her on the floor?" I asked. "No that will not be necessary. There is room in the bunk for both of us," he replied. " I just need to answer the call of nature. Get yourself ready and get into the bunk and I will join you soon. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." This filled me with trepidation. How hard it would be to conceal my true identity from the Captain if I were sleeping in the same bunk as him. I resolved to get in and pretend to be asleep with my back to him and hope that I could keep up my pretence until at least we were clear of Algiers. Then if necessary I would throw myself on his mercy. A few minutes later the Captain returned and to my horror began to remove some of his clothes. I remained motionless pretending to be asleep. Next Palozzi climbed in the bunk and to my horror lay down close to my back. "Do not go to sleep boy," said the Captain. "You have one last duty to perform for your captain before you can sleep." Suddenly to my horror Palozzi reached around my waist and began to unbutton my breeches. "Captain what in the Lord's name are you doing?" I cried in dismay. "Come come boy, don't be shy. Your job is to service the captain's every need. Well, you shall service me tonight before we rest." Before I could protest further Palozzi had swiftly pulled down my breeches and I felt his hand reach into my private parts." "Mama mia!" he exclaimed. "You are not a boy you are a woman! What the devil are you doing on my ship!" I turned and faced him trying to pull my breeches back up to my waist. "Please captain do not be angry with me I beg of you. I was captured by pirates and escaped and I must get away form this accursed place to a Christian country. Please help me." "I suppose that you have no money to pay for your passage?" said Palozzi. "I am afraid not," I said despondently. "Everything I own was taken from me by those accursed pirates." "You realise that to help a runanway slave is punishable by death in Algiers. Why should I risk helping you?" demanded Palozzi. "Please Captain out of Christian charity. I can still work my passage. I was not lying when I said I can cook and wash and sew," I pleaded. "It is a big risk. If Abu Quadir even suspected I could never trade in Algiers again," said Palozzi. "The Barbary pirates do not tolerate many European ships in their waters. Fortunately I keep Abu Quadir supplied with alcohol so I am permitted free passage. Very well you may stay on the ship on two conditions. First you do not reveal that you are a woman to anyone else on this ship. You will stay in the cabin unless I give you permission to leave. Secondly you will work your passage and by that I mean you will provide all the services I demand of a cabin boy. Do you understand?" I began to wonder whether I had jumped from the frying pan into the fire but I knew that I had no choice. At least this way there was a chance that I might reach Sicily and escape, though it horrified me to think what price I might have to pay for my passage. I quickly agreed to the captain's terms. Palozzi ordered me to remove my breches and turn over once more. Reluctantly I slowly pulled off the outsized garment and lay waiting for what might come next. "You understand that my preference is for boys," said Palozzi. "Women are not really to my taste but if you can pretend to be a boy for a little longer I think we could get along very well. Now have you ever been fucked in the arse?" "Please, no captain," I pleaded. I will do anything for you but not that. I am a virgin. I am engaged to be married to Lord Oakleigh in England," I lied desparate to save myself from my imminent fate. Amy's Algerian Anal Adventure Pt. 04 "I don't give a fuck who you are engaged to. Let me bugger you now or get off my ship and go back to your bloody pirates and see how they treat you," said Palozzi. "Very well Captain I see I have no choice," I replied with reluctance. "Tell you what, as you haven't done this before I will make it a little easier." said Palozzi. At that the captain reached across to the table where he ate and took hold of a small bottle of olive oil, presumably normally used to dress his food. He poured a little into his hand and with his other hand rolled me onto my side. I suddenly felt the trickling sensation of the oil pouring down the cleft between my buttocks. Palozzi pulled apart my nether cheeks and proceeded to rub oil around my little puckered hole. I gasped at the rough sensation of his hands but knew I had no choice but to acquiesce to him. Soon he began to push a finger into my tight little rear entrance. When he had worked the finger to its full length he removed it and applied more oil. In a while I could feel that my whole rectum was coated with slick lubricant, his finger moved in and out of my orifice with ease and to my surprise he began to ease a second digit into the entrance alongside the first. Soon my anus was accommodating two fingers with surprising ease though it felt horribly distended by this operation. Suddenly his fingers were withdrawn and I felt something much thicker pushing against my tight little postern gate. I remembered my experience of being buggered by Lord Oakleigh. At least he had been gentle and had offered me some pleasure in return. I knew that I could expect little such consideration from Palozzi and indeed a moment after I had felt his member press against my entrance he gave a hard thrust so that my poor anus was speared by his weapon which sank to about half its length into my flesh. I shrieked as a sharp stab of pain shot through my innards. "Oh please captain, you are hurting me," I gasped. "Do I look like I care," the ruffian grunted. "Put up with it or go back to the pirates." I had no reply to that and lay still as Palozzi delivered another mighty thrust so that the full length of his organ was now completely buried in my rectum. Now the brute began to thrust mercilessly into me making no attempt at gentleness or restraint. After a few moments the initial stabs of pain, which had met each thrust of his organ into my vitals, diminished and I could feel my muscles relax and accept the invasion of his prodigious engine. However, as these stabs of pain diminished a burning sensation began to build up in the entrance to my bowels where the passage was at its tightest. Fortunately just as I could almost bear the pain no longer the brute emitted a mighty groan and I felt a hot jet of liquid spurting into my insides. With a grunt he withdrew his already softening organ and I could feel a trail of sticky wetness follow in his wake and drip down my thighs. Within minutes Palozzi had turned over and was snoring soundly. As for myself I lay awake suffering the smarting sensation of an abused rear end and wondering how many days of this I should have to endure before I could leave that stinking vessel. The next morning I was rudely awakened by Captain Palozzi shaking me and loudly demanding his breakfast. He explained that the cook would supply me with the necessary victuals and I should also brew a large pot of coffee. With the cook's assistance I succeeded in producing the requisite breakfast and Palozzi seemed contented with my efforts though he offered me no praise. I fed myself on the leftovers and was shown by the cook how to wash up the utensils in salt water. By now I desperately needed to answer the call of nature. I knew that sailors used what were called the 'heads' at the bow of the ship but how could I relieve myself in full view of the crew? Eventually after searching under Palozzi's bunk I found a chamberpot and decided to make use of that, intending to throw the contents into the sea through the porthole. I was just squatting over the pot, enjoying the intense relief of emptying my bladder, when to my horror Captain Palozzi entered. I hastily attempted to pull my breeches up around my waist. "Ah of course I should have explained the sanitary arrangements on this ship. You cannot of course piss over the side like the rest of the crew," he said. I am gald to see you are availing yourself of the facilities here. Pray do continue." "But ... but captain I had finished," I stammered. "Oh I am sure you can squeeze a little more out for me. Now piss girl!" With some reluctance I once more lowered my breeches and squatted over the pot. Palozzi watched me leering as I squeezed out another small stream my face suffused with embarrassment. "From now on you will wait untiI I am here to piss. You understand?" I had no choice but to comply with Palozzi's order. Fortunately he remained busy for the rest of the morning supervising the ship's departure. The wind had clearly got up for by late morning I could feel the ship beginning to move. I knew that I might have to undergo many more trials but at least I was on my way towards home and away form Algiers. However, it also struck home to me that I was going further away form my beloved Amy and I set to wondering where she was and whether she was safe from harm. I resolved that as soon as I could contact the British authorities I would insist on them mounting a mission to rescue her. At mid-day Palozzie entered the cabin bellowing in his usual obnoxious way for his dinner. I fled to the cookhouse and the cook who seemed a kindly man showed me where to find bread and meat to prepare a meal for the Captain. This I did and returned with the Captain's dinner which he ate quickly and greedily. I had hoped that once thus satisfied he would return to his duties above deck, however, Palozzi had other ideas. "You must be ready to make water again, cabin boy. Have a piss in the pot now I am here," he ordered. With the greatest reluctance I once more squatted over the chamberpot exposing my naked buttocks to the perverted gaze of the captain and released a stream of my water into the bowl. I was just about to pull up my breeches when Palozzi spoke again. "Come here my little cabin boy," he bellowed. "I am going to have my siesta in a minute but first I need you to service me again." I was horrified. I had been cruelly buggered the night before and my poor little bottom was still sore from the pounding it had received.. Surely the fellow was not going to demand that he use me in the same manner again so soon. "Come, open my breeches and take out my organ boy!" ordered Palozzi. It seemed to please him to still pretend that I was a boy. Clearly the captain had no taste for women but seemed able to find satisfaction with me provided we maintained the pretence of my masculinity. I reluctantly unbuttoned his breeches and pulled out his manhood which was not quite yet fully hard. His cock was not above average in length but of a considerable thickness. I noted that the Captain had been circumcised in the Moorish style which displayed the large purple mushroom head of his organ to maximum effect. "Suck it!" ordered Palozzi. I was reluctant to comply knowing that his organ had penetrated my own back passage the night before and I was quite sure that he had not washed himself since. The Captain pulled me forward by my hair and thrust my face into his lap. I had no option but to comply with his orders. Having been obliged to perform fellatio on Abu Qadir I was not entirely ignorant of the procedure and soon had his organ in a requisite state of tumescence. I could faintly taste the hint of my own back passage on Palozzi's prick together with the strong tang of his own male secretions. I felt somewhat revolted by this but resisted the desire to gag and obediently bobbed my head up and down on upon the captain's rampant cock, sucking it like some giant lollipop. I felt I was making good headway and hoped that I could speedily bring him to climax so that I might be left alone again for some time. It was not to be. Palozzi suddenly pushed me away. "Turn around," he barked as I stood up. "Bend over the table." I knew what was coming next but also knew that I could do nothing but once again submit. I bent over the table from which he had just eaten his food, moving plates and cups to one side so I could rest my arms on the table top. I passively remained in this pose as he drew down my breeches exposing my naked rump to his lascivious gaze. "Ah, for a girl you have a nice pert arse," murmured the captain appreciatively. "Please Captain," I pleasded. "I know what you are about to do. If you will not spare me I beg of you use a little of the oil as you did last night for the love of God." Palozzi merely grunted but he did reach for the oil and once again anointed my puckered rosebud working the oil in well until my tiny orifice was at least fully lubricated. Once he had completed this procedure he stood behind me grasping his organ in his fist and lined it up with my hole. This time he entered me to the hilt with a single mighty thrust. I gasped at the sharp stab of pain occasioned by this sudden intrusion and felt my bowels suddenly filled by the considerable girth of his organ. Once more he began to thrust vigorously into my poor little anus showing no consideration for the obvious discomfort I was suffering. Although I was still sore from the night before, in many ways it was easier on this second occasion. I began to learn how to relax my muscles and accept the intrusion into my back passage and soon enough I felt the familiar sensation of Palozzi jetting his hot seed within me as he grunted in pleasure at his climax. Once he had had his pleasure from me he lost all interest in me and lay back on his bunk apparently asleep. I cleaned myself as best as I could and set to my duties clearing away the utensils form lunch and taking them to the galley for washing. The only member of the crew who I really encountered much on the voyage was the cook who was friendly enough and advised me how best to please the captain by cooking his favourite meals. The cook was a battered old sailor with a wooden leg. He spoke with a different accent from the Sicilian sailors and I discovered he was a Genovese. He described to how me he had served in Napoleon's navy and had lost his leg in the battle of the Nile. He told me that ever since he had hated the English so I kept quiet about my English connections and pretended to be a poor boy from Naples. The voyage to Palermo took three days. After my first day I quickly learnt my routine. I had to be up early to make the captain's breakfast and then tidied his cabin. He would expect his dinner promptly at noon and would then expect to sodomise me over the table after he had eaten. After this he would sleep for about an hour. I was expected to wash and darn his clothes and attend to any other duties he gave me. In the evening I would cook and serve his supper, He usually got drunk after supper leaving the first mate in command. I used to hope he would get so drunk that he would collapse. Unfortunately he never did and each night I would be forced to share his bed. His routine never varied. He would climb into the bunk and lay behind me. He would lubricate my anus well with oil and then push his stocky organ into my tight back door. For a few minutes he would bugger me vigorously until he climaxed inside me and then turn over and fall asleep. I gave up a prayer of gratitude when after three days we sailed into the harbour at Palermo. At last I hoped I might leave that dreadful ship and return to civilization. Unfortunately my hopes were soon to be cruelly dashed. Once the ship was moored and the cargo had been unloaded I asked Captain Palozzi if I might now go ashore. "Leave the ship. Why do you want to leave?" thundered Palozzi. "Am I not a good master? Have I not treated you well. I have fed you. I have shared my bed with you and pleasured your every night. Besides I need you until I can find a replacement cabin boy and finding one with as tight an arse as yours who can also cook as well will not be easy!" "But Captain, you promised that when we reached Palermo I should be able to leave the ship," I protested. "Silence, you will leave my service when I see fit, now go back to your duties," ordered Palozzi. I was in despair. I had endured three days of abuse to get to Sicily and now my chance of freedom seemed to be fading. I spoke to my friend the cook as I was washing up after the captain's supper that evening.. "Tell me the truth, who are you really?" asked the cook. "I told you I am from Naples and ran away to sea after a dispute with my father. Now I wish I had never left," I said. "Not many girls run away to sea," said the cook observantly. "What do you mean?" I blustered. "That story about you being a boy. It may have fooled some of the other crew but not me. I spotted you for a girl straight away. The thing that I can't understand is why Palozzi took you on. Boys are usually more to his taste." "He seemed happy enough as long as he could use me in the manner of a boy." I replied. "I see and now you have a sore arse you want to get away." said the cook rather unsympathetically. "Please cookie, is there any way you can help me get off this ship." I begged. "Well tonight they will all go ashore and get completely drunk. They usually leave me to guard the ship. I suppose I could be persuaded to look the other way if you made in worth my while." "But cookie, I have no money. The captain would not pay me," I said. "I didn't ask for money. Perhaps you could let me have a little of what you offered the captain." said the cook leering at me. "I didn't offer it he took it. I had no choice." I protested. "Well you don't seem to have much choice now," he replied. "Very well what do you want from me?" I asked. The cook quickly unbuttoned his breeches and pulled out the most enormous cock. It was far longer than the captain's and at least as thick. "Here suck on this girl," he demanded. Reluctantly I knelt before him and took his organ in my mouth. I was now quiite experienced in this task and soon had his pole throbbing in my mouth as I sucked on it furiously, hoping to end the encounter as quickly as possible. "Not so fast little lady," said the cook. "Let's have a little more fun. I want some of what the captain has been enjoying. Bend over the table." I bent over the cook's kitchen table dreading what was coming next. He unbuttoned my breeches and dropped them to the floor. Almost immediately I felt him push his massive organ between my bum cheeks. He had it lodged hard against my poor bruised rosebud and was clearly intent upon having me in exactly the same manner as the captain. "Oh please cookie not there. You are so big you will damage me for sure." I protested as he began to assault my little postern gate with his mighty battering ram. "I can see that Palozzi's small dick has not stretched you enough back there. Let's find another hole," said the cook. Without more ado he plunged his cock into my pussy which was almost as dry as my arsehole. The cook was clearly in no mood for taking things gently for he thrust his organ into me several times until he had stretched my poor pussy sufficiently to accommodate about three-quarters of his massive cock. He then proceeded to cruelly ravish me from behind. My only consolation was that he had desisted from sodomising me with that gargantuan prick. However, my hopes on that score were soon dashed. I sensed that the cook was about to shoot his load into me as his gruntings reached a crescendo. Suddenly he pulled out from my pussy and once more lined his up tool with my puckered back door. With a mighty thrust he pushed the head through the portal stretching my poor anus beyond belief. I screamed in agony but the brute simply gave a few more thrusts. Thankfully before he had fully possessed by tender rectum his climax overcame him . Nevertheless his cock was sufficiently lodged in me for him to spill his seed into my bowels. When the cook had had his way with me I addressed him once more. "So you will assist my escape? Remember your promise. I would not want Captain Palozzi to find out what you have just done!" "You have a fine arse girl I will be sorry to see you go but I will be good to my word. Await my call tonight." CHAPTER 17 Lucy makes her escape and makes the acquaintance of Agnes and her family. The hours seemed to pass interminably slowly. When it got dark Palozzi and most of the crew left the ship. Before he went Palozzi warned me that if I attempted to jump ship he would flog me. I waited what seemed like many more hours. At last there was a knock on the cabin door. It was the cook. "The coast is clear," he said. "There is one other sailor on guard but he is busy eating some supper which I cooked him. If you make a run for it now you should be able to slip away." Despite his treatment of me I was grateful and thanked him. I carefully climbed on to the deck and indeed there was no one about. I crept down the gangplank hardly believing that it could be so easy. Soon I was on the dock and made my way up a darkened side street into the town. I had no idea where to go and it was getting late. Soon I found myself in what appeared to be a wealthier quarter of the city judging by the size and grandeur of the houses. I resolved to find somewhere I could pass the night and then try and find someone in authority to whom I might explain my plight in the morning. I was getting very tired as I stumbled past a large house set back form the road behind ornate iron gates. Suddenly a brass plate on one of the gate posts caught my eye. I could just make out the writing engraved on it in the light of a nearby street lamp. J.B. Collins Esq. British Consul I could not believe it I had stumbled by chance on the house of the British Consul in Palermo. Surely he would take me in and help me. I noticed a chain hanging form the gate presumably attached to a bell. After some ringing I at length heard a voice speaking in Italian. "Andante, andante. I hear you. I come." An elderly nightwatchman slowly swung back the gate and held up a lamp to my face. "What in the name of god do you want at this hour of the night boy?" he demanded. "Please my good man, I am not a boy but a lady. I am a British subject in distress and I have urgent need of assistance form the Consul." At that moment I swooned away entirely such was my state of exhaustion. I came round a few minutes later lying on a couch in a grand looking salon or reception room. "Where am I?" I gasped as a lady waved a bottle of smelling salts under my nose. "I am Mrs Collins, my husband is the British Consul. You are safe in the consulate madam," said the lady. "now pray tell me who you are and how you came to us in this state." "My name is Lucrezia," I said. "I am of Italian parentage but I was adopted by my British uncle when I was orphaned. I was captured by the Barbary pirates off Algiers and enslaved by them. I managed to escape and enlisted as a cabin boy on a Sicilian ship which brought me here." "You have indeed had some adventures," said the lady kindly. This is my husband Mr Collins. We will of course care for you and endeavour to have you returned to your family as soon as possible." Mr and Mrs Collins showed me every kindness. When Mr Collins found out that Captain Palozzi had kept me prisoner he insisted that he report the matter to the Sicilian authorities. I was too ashamed to relate to the Collins the full extent of my maltreatment at the hands of the Captain. Besides by the time the authorities had sent a squad of carbinieri to the port Palozzi and his vessel had sailed. I was simply glad to have escaped his clutches. Amy's Algerian Anal Adventure Pt. 04 Soon my health revived and I was able to walk in the beautiful gardens of the Consulate and admire the view over the blue Mediterranean sea. I explained to Mr Collins that my cousin and other companions were still in the hands of the Barbary pirates. He reassured me that the British authorities were fully aware of this and that as we spoke a British naval expedition was being mounted to attack Algiers and attempt to rescue the captives. It appeared that both my uncle and Lord Oakleigh had used their positions to put pressure on the British government to this end. Mr and Mrs Collins had a daughter about my own age called Agnes and we soon became close friends. She insisted that I share her room which was a large one with a balcony overlooking the sea. We spent many happy hours together sewing, sketching or simply talking about our lives. I had only divulged some of my adventures to Mr and Mrs Collins not wishing to admit the true price I had paid for my voyage to Sicily or how I had lost my honour to the pirate Abu Qadir. With Agnes it was different and during the days we spent together I slowly revealed the full depths of degradation I had suffered during my dreadful period of captivity. Agnes never pushed me to reveal more than I wished and never seemed to pass judgement on my actions. I instinctively knew I could trust her with my confessions and it was tremendously comforting to unburden myself of the secrets which I had carried alone. One night I awoke form a terrible nightmare. I dreamt that I was once more in the clutches of the pirates and I awoke screaming with fear to see Agnes sitting at my bedside. She soothed me and reminded that I was now safe. However, I was assailed by fears that the dream would return. "Would you like me to stay here with you in your bed," asked Agnes. "Oh would you please, that would be such a comfort," I replied. At that Agnes slipped between the sheets beside me. I am not sure what happened next exactly. One moment I was merely embracing Agnes enjoying the comfort of the warmth of her body, the next I felt her gently caressing me, stroking my hair and murmuring endearments in my ear. Before I knew it our mouths found one another and she was kissing me passionately. After the harshness and brutality of the men who had abused me so recently the softness and gentleness of Agnes and her feminine traits was more than welcome. Slowly we began to explore one another's bodies, Agnes taking the lead. She drew off my nightdress and then her own so we were naked together. I could discern the lineaments of her body in the moonlight which was streaming through her window. Her long dark hair cascade around her shoulders and was perfectly matched by the rich dark tuft of her pubis. She had smallish firm breasts with erect hard nipples like pebbles and I could not resist drawing one towards me and gently sucking upon it. Agnes moaned with pleasure as I suckled on her delicious mammaries. "Have you ever made love to a girl before?" I asked. "Yes several times," she replied. We had a maid who introduced me to the pleasures of Sapphic love, also several girls of my acquaintance in Palermo enjoy the touch of women. And what of yourself?" "My only experience is with my cousin," I replied. "Before our voyage we began to experiment upon one another. Can you believe that the pirate captain Abu Qadir would not believe I was a virgin because Amy had pierced my hymen with a hairbrush!" "Did Amy ever kiss you upon your nether lips?" asked Agnes. "Oh indeed Agnes," I replied, "and it offered me the most exquisite pleasure." "Then I shall offer that pleasure to you again," she replied. At this Agnes pulled her breast from my lips and positioned her head between my legs. Slowly she kissed her way up my inner thighs until she reached their junction. Her lips brushed the hair of my pubis and then her tongue flicked along the length of my outer lips. I was delirious with pleasure and anticipation. How different this was from the brutal invasion of my erstwhile ravishers. Applying the gentlest pressure with her tongue Agnes found the valley between the folds of my vulva and slowly explored it. Deeper and deeper her tongue penetrated until she was lapping the freely flowing juices from my sex. Soon her probing tongue found the engorged bud of my clitoris and she began to circle it in the most exquisitely subtle manner. She was teasing me and I longed for the release of a climax while at the same time savouring the subtle pleasure of her soft caresses. In her slow unhurried way she continued to pleasure me. Just when I thought I could bear no more she would change pace, now using her tongue now her fingers and now her lips. Several times she took me to the threshold of ecstasy only to pull back and watch as my plateau of pleasure was increased once more. Truly Agnes was a most skilled lover and while she possessed not the equipment by which those of the male sex may pleasure our fair gender, she more than made up for its absence with the finesse of her technique. At last I felt I was would burst, I longed for the release of my climax and pulled Agnes head into my pussy. "Please Agnes, take me over the edge, I can bear this no longer," I cried. At that she began to lash my clit furiously with her tongue while her fingers found the depths of my vagina. With two fingers she thrust firmly into its depths. Within minutes I was upon the brink of ecstasy the suddenly the floodgates opened, my pussy gushed forth its natural secretions and my body quivered in the throes of the most powerful orgasm I had experienced until then. When I had recovered I suddenly realised that I had been an almost entirely passive recipient of Agnes caresses. I felt the need to reciprocate the generosity of her spirit. First I kissed her face and neck. Once more I returned to those proud ruby nipples and lavished my praise upon them with my lips. Soon my mouth had found its way to its destination in Agnes' dripping sex. I tried to emulate the subtlety of her caresses but I felt clumsy in comparison to the exquisite techniques in which she was skilled. I licked the length of her pussy and Agnes lifted her legs offering me a full view of the length of her sex and of the tiny puckered brown opening beyond. On an impulse I quickly flicked this with my tongue and Agnes moaned in appreciation. "I see you like to be pleasured there," I observed. "Oh yes indeed," she replied. "I only neglected your other hole because I thought that perhaps it had taken enough of a pounding in recent days." I was glad of Agnes tact and sensitivity for indeed had she penetrated me anally it would have brought back the dreadful abuse I had suffered at the hands of Palozzi. However, I was happy to pleasure her back door if that it what she required. Soon my tongue was caressing the starfish of her anus and she was delirious with pleasure as I began to push the tip of my tongue past her tight sphincter. Soon I replaced my tongue with a finger and applied my tongue to her clit. Agnes was moaning in appreciation of my efforts and finally I worked two fingers into her cunt alongside the one in her back passage. Agnes appeared to find this double pentration together with my tongue which was working furiously on her clit highly arousing within a few minutes I had brought her too to a shuddering climax. Agnes and I became inseparable each night we would curl up together in the same bed and rarely a night passed but that we brought one another to the most intense pinnacles of pleasure. Part of me wanted to stay like this for ever. The Collins were the most assiduous hosts and slowly introduced me to some of Palermo's English community. Agnes became my confidant and lover and little by little I relived all my terribe experiences in the most sordid detail to her. The effects of this were truly cathartic and soon the memories of those times became less painful and my nightmares ceased. Throughout all this time I was concerned about my companions, most of all you my dear Amy. I longed to be reunited with my uncle and to hear any word of the expedition on Algiers. Mr Collins explained that my uncle was in Naples and that I might join him there and hopefully await the return of my companions should they be successfully rescued. I was reluctant to leave the delightful company of the Collins but decided that the time had come for my departure. A ship was leaving for Naples and Mr Collins had booked a berth on it for me and had even engaged a maidservant to accompany me. I bade a tearful farewell to Mr and Mrs Collins and especially to Agnes. I promised to keep in touch and they promised to visit me on their return to England. Soon I was sailing to Naples and there at last I was reunited with my dearest uncle. Within a few days of my arrival we heard the good news that the expedition against Algiers had been a great success and that any day soon we could expect the imminent arrival of the freed captives. And so it was that at last we were reunited. I was even pleased to see Miss Burnley and Lady Okeleigh though I would never have thought myself to feel glad to do so. EPILOGUE In which the eventual fate of our protagonists is revealed It is strange to sit and reflect upon the events described above. It is ten years since they occurred and so much has happened in the intervening period that they now appear as some strange dream. I set down the events that occurred partly in an attempt to assuage my own demons. Like Lucy I suffered nightmares in the aftermath to these events but I have found that by recollecting them clearly and setting out every happening I can purge those fears which have troubled me. It is as if the most terrible events happened to someone else than me. I also had another reason for setting down the exact course of these events. I wished someone else to know the truth of my situation and for him to be appraised of all that befell me no matter how unpalatable some of these events may be for my more sensitive readers. For you must know gentle reader that since my return form Algiers I am married and now have two beautiful children a boy and a girl. On my return I discovered that the main motivator of my rescue had been Lord Oakleigh. At first I had assumed that this was Lady Oakleigh's eldest son George and was more than a little surprised that this spendthrift and debauchee should be able to exert himself even in the cause of the release of his mother. It soon transpired that Lady Oakleigh's first son had been tragically killed in a duel very soon after our departure form England and the title had passed to his younger brother Thomas. It was Thomas the newly ennobled Lord Oakleigh who had placed pressure on the Admiralty to come to our rescue. I sought the first possible occasion to express my gratitude to Lord Thomas Oakleigh for his help in this matter. I was therefore exceedingly surprised when he asked if he might speak me alone. In my interview with him I was even more taken aback when he expressed his undying affection for me and asked if I would do him the honour of becoming his wife. You can imagine my feelings on the one hand to have the honour of being offered the prospect of a matrimony by one of the most eligible peers of the realm but on the other hand to have just come through the experiences I had suffered. I felt I had been dishonoured and in no way able to provide Lord Oakleigh with the wife which he deserved. My darling Tom however, perservered in the same way he had done when initially the Admiralty rejected his plan for mounting a naval attack on Algiers. Finally I agreed to accept his proposal on one condition. I would write my story in full sparing none of the shocking details of my experiences. If he still wished to become my husband knowing the depth of degradation to which I had sunk then I would willingly accede to his request. So it was that I came to write my tale. When I showed my account to Lucy she of course insisted on adding her chapters to complete her part of the story. In trepidation I presented the finished manuscript to Tom. He took my story away and spent several days reading and re-reading it. At the end of that time he asked to see me. "Miss Amy," he said, "there is nothing in your account which has made me change my feelings for you. I f anything it has increased my estimation of your character. For only a lady of the greatest fortitude and character could have survived those dreadful experiences in the manner you have done. There is no dishonour in your actions and I ask you once more to do the me the honour of becoming my wife." "My lord," I replied. "You do me the greatest honour and I have to say your attitude is one of the greatest enlightenment. I have to speak the truth and tell you that I do not love you but I have the greatest esteem and affection for you and I am sure that in time I shall come to love you as you do me. I accept your proposal with the greatest of pleasure." With that we kissed and for the first time I knew what it was to be kissed with passion by one who truly loved me as opposed to being the simple object of lust from those who had abused me before. Ours was long engagement and as I got to know Tom my feelings for him deepened into love. A year later our marriage took place and for the first time since my time in the Bey's palace my sexual feeling were once again awakened. The skills I had learned at the hands of Miriam were not wasted for I was able to please my husband in every possible way as I believe few women of my generation were ever taught. Tom adored my sucking his member and would insist on my doing so almost every time we made love. I in turn taught him the arts of pleasuring a woman and he was soon able to bring me to the most intense climaxes with his oral ministrations. We were intent on starting a family as soon as possible so most of Tom's ejaculations were deposited at my front entrance. Indeed within a few months of our nuptials I was expecting our first child. It was during my pregnancy that I first suggested to Tom that he might like to enter me via the tradesman's entrance. As my belly began to swell the only position I found comfortable for lovemaking was upon all fours with Tom behind me. One night as Tom was thrusting into me thus. I stopped him. "Tom, do you ever desire to use me as I was used by the Bey?" "You mean to come by the back door my darling?" he replied. "Why just so," I responded. "I thought your experiences would have put you off that path entirely my dear," he went on. "Far from it" I said. "Miriam taught me that men and women can take pleasure in multiplicity of ways. Too often we confine our search for pleasure to a single path when there are so many exciting byway to explore." "Let us then explore the road less traveled," Tom said. With that Tom thrust his fingers into my now dripping cunt and gently began to circle the rim of my puckered opening with his fingers gently lubricating its entrance. Soon his finger was exploring the interior of my rectum and spreading more of my own juices in its interior. Soon after his throbbing prick found my now quivering rosebud. I tensed in anticipation and for a moment the dreadful images of myself spreadeagled ready to be pierced by that red hot iron flashed through my mind. I soon pushed this though away, reminding myself that this was my dearest husband engaged in an act of love. Suddenly I longed for the feeling of fullness engendered by his hard knob pressing into the soft tightness of my back passage. Suddenly that feeling was a reality as Tom gently eased the head of his tool past my tight sphincter. Slowly I pushed out and relaxed allowing his organ full passage into my depths. The next few minutes were exquisite as I gave to my husband the gift of my secret place. His groans of pleasure and whispers that this was the greatest sexual experience of his life assured me that my gift was appreciated. I doubled my own pleasure as I rubbed by clit until at the moment he deposited his liquid tribute deep inside me and I brought myself to my own intense climax. So I have existed in a state of the greatest contentment with the man I have come to adore. And what of the other players in my tale? My dear cousin Lucy at length found love as well. She has recently married a gentleman by the name of Mr Phillips who owns a fine house only a few miles from our residence at Oakleigh Hall. We see each other often and our children will no doubt play together as they grow. Lady Oakleigh was not happy when her son announced that his new wife would be taking over as chatelaine of Oakleigh Hall. She decided to take up residence at the Dower House on the estate but these days spends much of her time In London where most of her social circle resides. Miss Burnley did not return to England with us. My father made it clear that his daughters were now of an age when they no longer required a governess. She had besides met an English family residing in Naples in need of a governess for their six children and was engaged by them on the spot. As for my dear father he too has found matrimonial bliss with a second wife a delightful widow some years younger than him so he will not be alone now Lucy and I are gone. As for some of the other players in my tale they disappeared into history. The Bey was forced into exile and died young of syphilis. Some years later Algeria was invaded and colonised by the French. Of Palozzi nothing more was heard. As for Johnson, Lady Oakleigh's servant, legend has it that he made a fortune from piracy and settled back in the West Indies paying with his ill gotten gains for the freedom of many of the his family and friends.