Enslaved in his Harum

[angelique127]

The pirate captain encouraged Isabelle to tell her husband how she felt as he took her in her most private orfice. Her fingers found her little sensitive bud and she could not believe how wet and excited she was !

" I'm so sorry Charles...but he makes me feel like a female...they way he dominates me with his big hard penis ! Oh God yes, it feels so good " Isabelle confessed, unable to meet her husbands eyes, afraid of what she might see...

Charles could only watch helplessly while his beautiful bride was taken from behind by the handsome muscled stud. The expression on pure unadulterated lust on her pretty face was prove that she was enjoying every moment. Charles knew he was defeated and couldn't possibly compete with such a powerful man, their old way of life was over and there was no going back...he had lost her to the stronger and far better male...Charles cursed his small penis that betrayed him by getting hard while watching the scene before him. Never had he felt so hopeless and humiliated.

Meanwhile Isabelle sensed Carlotta's approaching orgasm as her body tense and her pussy shudder with delight when the pirate wenches pussy gushed...the blonde captive eagerly and obediantly lapped up her juices hoping to please her...

 

[Homerun2611]

Carlotta was in heaven. She was used to being roughly taken by the pirates, and even the handsome Captain, who was the best lover she had ever had, did not have the nuanced understanding of a woman. Isabelle, alternatively, was oh my fucking Lord good. As the beautiful young wife was eating her, she would never have believed that she was Isabelle’s first cunt. Her tongue was magical, her change of speeds, intensities, and delicate touch had her experiencing a new world, a world she hoped to revisit often.

“Oh Fuck yess, yesss, yess, yess, more, mooooore....my cunt...so good...I am going tooooo....” And she did, pressing and pushing, spasming and gushing, wave after wave of orgasmic delight, built, built, built, exploded, and then the most delicious after shocks. The Captain’s whore was sated by his new sex slave, and Charles could only look on in a combination of horror and never before realized sexual arousal. The baser Isabelle’s behavior, the more decadent and submissive, the more she belittled him in comparison to the enormously hung and masculine Captain, the more he wanted to see more, the more his little cock throbbed and spewed forth his pitiful seed.

The Captain had heard her, she was honest, he knew it, " I'm so sorry Charles...but he makes me feel like a female...they way he dominates me with his big hard penis ! Oh God yes, it feels so good "

To watch Isabelle so thoroughly pleasure Carlotta was even more evidence of the perfection of a sex slave he was so enjoyably sodomizing. Her gorgeous body was taking him, absorbing as he now pounded her virgin ass. He could see in the mirror her nipples were razor sharp, and her body, heart and soul had fully submitted, allowing her to now simply indulge and enjoy having her tight ass drilled. “Carlotta, return the favor, I want Isabelle to cum, I want to feel her orgasm try. To. Choke my cock, and I want you to taste our juices as we cum together, you need to pleasure my whore!”

Carlotta moved with the grace of a cheetah down between Isabelle’s legs, and soon her tongue was working her clit, her fingers fucking her pussy, and the Captain pounding her ass. It was obscene, and wonderful, the Captain smiled, Isabelle had earned this...and so had he...as his thighs tensed, and his cannon fired hot volleys of cum inside her no longer virgin hole!

 

[angelique127]

Almost immediately after the pretty pirate wench came Isabelle felt the pirate captain do so while buried deep inside her tight asshole. She collapsed with exhaustion, aware that her husband Charles had witnessed his wife's wicked and sinful behavior. Until now Isabelle had never realized just how sheltered her world had been, not exposed to life's realities, always protected from it by her father and husband. Ever since birth Isabelle had been pampered, entitled, spoiled and waited upon by servants and treated as a queen but in the last two it had all changed. Now she submissive, owned by a very powerful and dominant male who made her feel like a female, for the first time in her life...

Charles must have knew that he lost his beautiful bride, there was no way he could compete with the pirate captain. Anthony mastered all females, married or not, with his huge hard male cock, making them experience things they never dreamed of ! Charles had lost his beautiful, sweet wife forever and there was nothing he could do about it...

If only they decided to sail on the next ship for home...perhaps they would have never been attacked by these dreadful pirates and risk being sold into slavery...

Isabelle and Charles were helpless, at the mercy of these barbaric pirates. She knew her fate was sealed and would probably sold into some harum, forced into slavery by an arab shiek and used as a sex slave.

 

[Homerun2611]

Isabelle was again spectacular, willingly, even joyfully, taking it up the ass, eating Pusey, and finally nearly drowning the overjoyed Carlotta as she squirted, no, gushed all over the pirate whore’s mouth and breasts. It was the perfect crescendo to the symphony in sex the three had just engaged in. Isabelle had risen to every challenge and proved herself as capable as the most lustful slut. The Captain was taken, and as much as he was capable, he was in love.

He pulled out, and slapped her ass, “You are incredible Isabelle, your body is sexual bliss!” He had the wnces take her away, he wanted her bathed, oiled and perfumed for him, dress her in the finest, sheerest silks, and let her choose any gem or jewelry from my chest to adorn herself. Their were diamonds, emeralds, rubies and sapphires, there were rings, necklaces, earring, nipple and clit clamps, all hers to choose from.

When the women left, he went to Charles, now thoroughly defeated and ashamed. “It is not your fault, you were never built to compete against the likes of me. If it pleasures you to watch me and others take your wife, you are welcome. I truly mean you no ill will, it is just your wife deserves, and clearly needs a bigger cock and a man who can satisfy her desires.”

He went to order a special dinner for he and Isabelle, to dine alone, they only had a few days left at sea, and much he needed to discuss.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle was simply delighted to bathe with the assistance of the two pirate wenches. They sponged her body with warm water and lavender soap and washed her hair. It reminded her of when she was younger when she was attended too and dressed by her black female servants on her daddies plantation...the southern belle was worshipped like a goddess ! Now her future was uncertain and depended upon the handsome and dashing pirate captain.

" I do declare, would it be possible to go up on deck and get some sun before we dress. I do believe I have a case of cabin fever. " Isabelle asked Carlotta as they dried her off.

Carlotta seemed to think it over...she could see no harm in it and the crew knew that Isabelle belonged to the captain now and would not dare risk Anthony's wrath.

" I suppose it wouldn't hurt for a few moments but not for very long, the captain doesn't like waiting and he expects you for dinner. " Carlotta agreed.

Isabelle smiled overjoyed, not even minding that they were all almost naked. Angelina brought a bottle of fine french wine and they walked out into the bright sunshine. The warm rays from the sun upon her skin and the fresh brisk ocean air soothed her and had a calming effect. Soon they were giggling like schoolgirls but then the conversation turned serious when Isabelle asked, " Do you think the captain will sell me at the slave market ? "

" Carlotta's eyes roamed over Isabelle's naked body before she answered. " If he does he will make a fortune...blondes are in very much demand there. "

Isabelle was sorry to hear this, despite her marriage the young blonde captive was becoming quite fond of the handsome and dominating pirate captain. Never had a man made her feel so female...and she sensed that Anthony liked her alittle also.

They finished the wine and went downstairs. Her chest full of clothes and pocessions were brought to the ladies cabin. Isabelle choose a formal silk gown and sat down so that Angelina and Carlotta could fix her hair in an updo manner. A strand of pearls were placed around her neck and a pair of sparkling diamond earring put on her ears. A splash of french perfume was sprayed upom her enticing cleaveage and neck. Once finished primping and fussing over her, Isabelle looked simply divine, a beautiful southern belle dressed for an opera instead of dinner with a notorious pirate.

" You look ravishing, I'm so jealous. " Angelina remarked admiring their handiwork.

" Yes doesn't she look good enough to eat. Captain Anthony will simply devour you I think " Carlotta agreed.

Isabelle blushed crimson, prepared to meet her handsome captor and owner.

Gathering her resolve and with a swish of silk Isabelle walked down the short distance to Anthony's master cabin and knocked.

Anthony told her to enter...

 

[Homerun2611]

The good Captain had also prepared for the night. He had sword fought with the second best swordsman in the crew to have his bllood going, and senses at their most acute. He had hisbest wenches attend Isabelle, but he had two other island girls bathe him and trim around his manhood so his phallus when erect would look it’s very best and commanding. He was dressed in his best shirt with his favorite silk scarf around his waist as a belt, his boots shined. He wanted a night to romance the lady, he might not have this opportunity, not with a woman he felt about like he did Isabelle.

His traps had captured a four pound lobster tail, a feast when combined with red potatoes, drawn butter, and a fine French wine he had stolen and kept for over two years. He heard her soft. Knock, and fire burned up from his loins. NEVER had a woman made him feel like this.

He opened the door and she was ravishing, he hoped she found him as appealing. It was so unlike him to care or even consider such a thing. He had the rear French doors of his cabin open, they lead to a small private deck, and from where they stood you could see the brilliant orange, ruby red and soft violet of the setting sun. “As beautiful as God might paint the sky, it is nothing compared to the beauty I see in my arms.”

He held her tightly, and kissed her passionately, he felt her body melt into his, a brilliant flower ready to bend completely to his will. “Tonight is different, I don’t just want to take you, ?I want us to enjoy every aspect, every nuance as lovers, and then let me make love to your entire body, leaving not even an inch wanting...we must talk about what comes next, but for now, my fiddler is coming, I want to dance and dine with a beautiful woman, forget for one night that I am a pirate and you are my slave, but enjoy like it might be the only night we ever have!” And then...he kissed her again...even more passionately!!!

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle felt like she was under his spell...

Anthony looked so handsome and manly in his silk shirt which was buttoned only half way up revealing a hint of his broad and muscular chest. His breeches were tight and showed off the big bulge contained within. The black polished boots added to his height making him appear even taller. The captain had bothered to shave for her and this made him look younger, as well as handsome.

He took her out onto the back deck of the cabin. The sun was setting over the sea and the colorful sky looked simply breathtaking...he whispered sweet and endearing compliments in her ear before taking her in his powerful arms and kissing her passionately. Isabelle felt as if her body was melting and she was filled with a desperate desire...

Why did this rogue outlaw pirate tempt her so ? Anthony had the ability to make her feel like a lustful female, like no other male could, even her husband !

Anthony promised a night filled with passion for just the two of them. Isabelle was to forget that she was his captive slave and pretend that they were just a man and a woman...alone together in a cabin on a ship on the vast rolling sea ...

He kissd her again before taking her hand and leading her back inside and seating her at the small table. It was lit by several candles and a large plate containing a huge broiled lobster tail and red potatoes sat for her to devour. Isabelle absolutely loved the taste of lobster, it was her favorite meal. She took a sip of wine and gazed at the Anthony from across the table. " Why thank you sir ! It is a feast fit for a queen ! "

Anthony smiled, cutting a bite of the tasty white meat and placing it in his mouth. Isabelle did the same, dipping it in the drawn butter first, rolling her eyes with pleasure at the flavor.

" I do declare how did you guess lobster was my favorite, sir ? " Isabelle teased. Her eyes sparkled like the large diamonds which hung from her ears. She took another bite and a drop of butter dripped onto her creamy white breast above the low cut gown that she was wearing.

" Oh please forgive my bad manners sir ! I didn't mean to be so unladylike ! " Isabelle apoligized, using her finger to wipe the butter from her breast and then licking it off with her lips...

Anthony had stopped eatting for a moment and was staring at her ample full cleavage that was visable and so enticingly exposed. If Isabelle didn't know any better it looked as if Anthony would like to place her on top of the table, pull her gown down and hungarily ravish her ! Not that Isabelle wouldn't mind...

Not meaning to break the romantic spell of the evening, Isabelle took another sip of the fine wine and asked, " So sir, enlighten me please...what is to become of me ? "

Isabelle needed to know her fate. Deep down inside she hoped that Anthony would keep her for himself. The young southern belle felt safe with him despite the danger. She couldn't imagine being sold into slavery to some dreadful sultan, forced into submission and used as his personnal sex slave or plaything whenever he wished...

 

[Homerun2611]

Captain Anthony had thought through every detail of tonight. How he would be prepared, how his staff would prepare her. She didn't know it, but he had selected the dress, and more to his liking the lingerie and stockings that he would soon enjoy. He had selected the specific lobster, the preparation of the potatoes, the wine the goblets, the candles. The only thing he couldn't control was the weather and the sunset and there mother nature more than did her part.

He would never utter these words to her or anyone, but he had fallen deeply in love with Isabelle! She was the embodiment of physical and sexual perfection. He had worked to seduce her as he had never cared to do to another, but her submission and the degree that her stunningly beautiful body now reacted and longed for his touch, literally blossoming as he touched, enjoyed and even ravaged her. He knew he would never find another who was her equal. He cursed himself for letting his crew send word to the Sultan. From the outset he knew she was a treasure, they had sent ahead to ensure a market frenzy and alert the Sultan what it would require to win.

However now, he regretted that action, in fact he was very tempted to divert the ship and steal her away with him. To do so thought would be all of their death warrants, that was if his crew didn't mutiny in the meantime, killing him and doing God only knows to Isabelle. He was acking his brain to find a way, but until then he intended to enjoy her thoroughly and make certain she never forgot him.

He smiled as she dropped the lobster, and stared at the glimmer of butter that remained, after she attempted to sexily clean with her finger. He leaned over and cupped her breast, nearly releasing it from her corset and dress, and leaned down and licked her. "The lobster is excellent, but I prefer the taste of you..." He let his eyes pan up and down, "...and the even sweeter nectar that lies beneath that dress." He made no attempt to conceal his desire, but looking into her eyes, how they danced at his advances, neither did she, and he loved that more than anything. Did she even think about her husband, or was she so delighted in her submissive life now that he was but a distant and increasingly inconvenient memory?

He didn't want to answer when she did break the silence, " So sir, enlighten me please...what is to become of me ? " He didn't want to, his eyes looked down almosted ashamed, but she deserved to hear it, "Isabelle, when our boat finally docks, you will be taken ashore, you will be bathed, oiled and perfumed, you will have expert make-up applied and your hair combed up to perfection. You will be adorned in the most rare and shearest silks so your entire being can be put on display. And then you will be taken on stage and auctioned to a group of extremely wealthy and powerful men. I believe you will be purchased by the young sultan, his father just deceased. He is approximately my age, and he is just beginning his harem. You have the opportunity to be his first wife which will give you special stature, as you wil have some say and responsibility in selecting and training your sister wives. You will be a sex slave, make no mistake, but you will lead a life of the rarest luxury, just as long as you stay and are able to perform to the sultan's expectations."

He stopped and took a break letting all of his seep in. "If I could I would change my plan. I have come to appreciate you more than I thought possible. And as your captor even after sale, I will be allowed certain indulgences, but you will be his. It is my job to make sure you are fully ready to satisfy all of his needs. You have done well, but tomorrow we begin your advanced skill training, where you are not only sexally talented, but you learn to put on a show that will entertain others....but that tis tomorrow...tonight it is us..." And as he leaned in and kissed her ,sharing a piece of lobster she was just putting in her mouth, he began to unbutton her dress...it was time to partially unwrap his treasure while she still belonged to him....

 

[angelique127]

Anthony's deep voice and accent was seductive, as he explained her future in a harum of a rich and powerful sultan. Of course Isabelle was frightened but she realized that she had no choice in the matter. The southern belle hoped she could survive in such a strange foreign element which seemed to depend on her submissive sexuality and obediance. Alas the captain was the perfect teacher, making her feel like a female for the first time in her life. Isabelle sensed a genuine affection from him and if the truth be told she would prefer to remain with him as his property instead of being sold to another man.

" But that is tomorrow...tonight it is just us. " Anthony whispered, kissing her and sharing the sweet delicate lobster between them. It simply melted in her mouth like aphrodisiac...as well as Anthony's tongue as it explored her soft mouth afterward.
Anthony proceeded to undress her, undoing the buttons to expose the satin corsett that she wore underneath. It also acted as a bustier showing off her full creamy white cleavage. Being very daring, Isabelle lifted her breast out of the top of the lacy edge and offered it to her master...her fingers teased her nipple causing it to stiffen !

" Do you see how you excite me, sir ? " she asked, thrusting her chest upwards towards his lips. If he only knew how wet and aroused she was down there, creaming her little sheer french panties... but he would soon discover her secret as he slowly undressed her, layer by layer !

 

[Homerun2611]

Yes, he was her captor, and her master, but had anyone ever had so beautiful or willing a slave. They shared their food, sucking the sweet meat of the sea delicacy from each other’s mouths, only to entangle in long, deep, wet kisses. They as much consumed each other as kissed, both hungry with sexual appetites that could not be sated. " Do you see how you excite me, sir ? " as she took her full breasts, and achingly hard nipples from her silk corset, offering her meat up with the same unselfish enthusiasm as she had just the lobster. “Indeed I do, but I would be doing you a disservice to not return the flattery. For you, your beauty, your breasts, your firm, curvy body, and your smooth, tight and oh so tender cunt, excite me like no other has or will again.”

With one hand he took the small bowl of drawn butter, and drizzled a bit across her breasts and nipples. And as his mouth closed to lick it up, and suckle and nibble her nipples, his other hand took hers and pressed. It down to the covered bulge in his trousers and the cock was fully at attention and planning to serve her.

He licked and moaned, suckled and bit. He teased her nipples, until her back arched and he heard her moaning deeply. “You are so much tastier than the lobster, your meat so sweet, and I am still to taste your honey...”

With her hand still working his cock, he let go and finished unbuttoning her beautiful dress, spreading it open, and admiring her body still partially covered in lingerie. He looked down, smiling, “each time I undress you, I find your panties more wet, and your cunt yawning open in anxious anticipation. Now what might she enjoy first, my wicked tongue, my agile fingers, or my hard as granite cock? Each serve her differently.”

He slid his fingers to her waist band and undid the wet sheer fabric, casting it to the side. Tonight would be slow and tantalizing, and as his fingers entered her folds, his lips locked on hers. It was a brief kiss, as he too wanted to be tasted, and so, breaking the kiss, he clasped the back of her head and gently pushed her toward his crotch. “Unleash my snake sweet Isabelle, charm him with your lips and tongue, show him how you worship him, while my fingers delight your pussy. I want to feel as you get even wetter tasting me, show me that you have truly learned to worship your master’s cock!”

 

[angelique127]

Of course Isabelle didn't hesitate to obey her captor and started licking the base of his wonderful cock while gently tickling his testicals. Although for never having the pleasure of worshipping a man's penis before her capture the young southern belle felt her skill was certainly improving. Isabelle had learned that the membrane underneath the head of his cock was very sensitive to say the least. While making it the center of attention she was careful not overdo it and lick the entire length in a teasing manner...

Isabelle was eager to please him and show how much she adored his big shaft, it was simply the sourse of so much pleasure. Anthony had awoken her inner desires and made her feel like a 'female'. A slut if you will...he young wife had never dreamed how good a man could make her feel, especailly when he put his lips and tongue on her former neglected pussy before sliding his huge hard cock inside...

Desperate to please Isabelle ran her tongue from the base to the tip and then took several solid inches into her willing mouth as deep as she dared. Isabelle felt the muscles of his thighs stiffen and his sudden intake of breath....Anthonys fingers entwined in her long blonde hair while the other continued to play with her slick wet pussy...Isabelle was aware of her own excitement also growing, threatening to gush all over his strong hand. Anthony's middle finger was buried deep inside her cunt, making her wish that it was his huge shaft instead...

 

[Homerun2611]

He remembered the defiance when he had first taken her, and then how he had shown her the other side of life, the ones that were not wrapped in gold ribbon and put on a shelf, but the beauty of the heat created by a man and a woman, the gloriousness of pure lust, and the irresistible sensation of desires being quenched and satisfied.

She had been a beauty from the outset, a shell that needed breaking. But now, look at her, she was sexual perfection, the perfect face, hair, mouth, breasts, body and cunt, all as keen to enjoy the next romp as he, a body truly built for sin and delighting in every moment. She filled his body with fire, as she slid his cock willingly, waningly into his mouth. "You are so good Isabelle, so deliciously perfect!"

He moaned and arched his back, letting her tongue tantalize the underside of his cock , nearly driving him crazy with sheer delight and the purest of pleasure. She took him in and he ran his fingers through her locks. It was not lost on him, that as they sailed toward the sultan, the sands were running through the glass of this woman who he could not deny, but never would utter out loud, that he was madly in love with. He began to thrust, and smiled in ecstacy, and he felt her open her throat to take him.

"Oh, how you have learned my sexy pet, you are better than I ever dreamed. One on one, you could not be a more exquisite lover. Tomorrow, we will need you to enjoy being put on display, putting on a sexual show, but I am sure you will be perfect there too."

As she worshipped his cock, driving him near wild, he could not only feel her arousal as his fingers were awash in her copious juice, but he could smell her rich musk, the delicious aroma of her wanton cunt. He pushed one more time, hearing her gurgle and muffled gag. He pulled himself out. "My fingers will not due. Your cunt is far to hungry, and she knows what she wants doesn't she...shall I fill you my....LOVE?" Damn, he had said it, but who cared, she deserved to know how she had made him want her every bit if not more than she desired him.

He pulled her up, and as he laid her back on the bed, he raised her shapely arms up over her head, and held her wrists submissively. It was a token gesture, she had made it clear, her body was his...and then with one might thrust of his flesh sword, he impaled her!

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle took every inch of Anthony's huge cock, loving the way he dominated her with it ! Her face was pure bliss and couldn't hide the pleasure she felt. It only got better as Anthony mounted her like a stud and drove his horse cock deep inside her tight wet cunt ! Isabelle was simply helpless beneath him...wanting and needing to be ravished by him. Tonight the handsome pirate captain was her master, he owned her and she was his property to use as he wished. Tomorrow didn't matter...

The young wife lost count on how many times her pirate stub made her cum on his big beautiful cock. He played her like an instrument, an expert who know how to master her and provide pleasure like no man had ever before.

Isabelle woke in the morning, the sunlight streaming in the portal. She rested in his strong arms, content and sated. They were naked and entwined on the bed, a silk sheet covering them. Today Isabelle knew she would probably be sold to a strange rich sultan at the market to be sold and whisked far away as a sex slave.

If only her pirate captor would keep her for his own...

 

[Homerun2611]

They were still one day away from port, one last day with her, and as he woke up, he felt a peace, warmth, and yes, love, he never thought would be a part of the adventurous, and illegal life he had chosen. Only now, with this woman curled into his arms, did he begin to doubt the path he had taken what now seemed a lifetime ago. Damned the heart anyway, how had she crawled in and so easily made it her home. He was not ruthless, never had been. He was smart, strong, brave and lived for adventure. Surely, his passion for her was steeped partly in adventure, but ... there was more, and damn her, damn him, for such feelings, such sentiments changed a man's path, and in this case that change would be beyond reckless!

He took her in, enjoyed her, and then rolled her over on her back to slide his massive length in one more time and enjoy her. "Isabelle, we will have today, tonight, and then tomorrow we will port, you will be readied, and you will go to auction. I will be honest, I am cursing myself as I wish I could keep you, but it would not just mean my death, but likely yours as well."

This was different, he was being slow, tender, making love to the only woman he had ever loved. He arched up, nearly pulling out, and then sunk in again to her very depths. "Once we are done, you must be cleaned, and then dressed in a dress of veils. This is your last lesson. We will go on deck, and you will dance for me, in front of all of the crew and prisoners. You must dance seductively, slowly stripping and exposing yourself to me, and once naked, we will perform, I will take you, enjoy all of your sweet openings, as the people cheer on, proving you are a concubine beyond compare. Once you do that, you will be ready to have the sultan want you as he never has another...just as you have made me feel!"

They would still have tomorrow night alone, but he didn't take anything for granted. His passion for her was extreme, and he began to pound harder and faster, grunting in pure lust. "Wrap your legs around me my love, stick your talons into my back...mark me as yours, and mark me as the savage who could sell the only woman he has ever loved!"

 

[angelique127]

The blonde southern belle did as she was told, spreading her legs open for him, giving all of her cunt to Anthony. Her manicured fingernails dug into the hard muscles of his powerful back, urging him on. Isabelle could only compare her pirate captor to a well hung stallion dominating a mare...taking her as he wanted ! Yesterday didn't matter anymore, gone were the days when Isabelle was a prim and pampered married lady, sheltered from the realities of real life. Now she was owned by another man, made to be his slut to do whatever he wished. Her future was in his hands, Anthony could sell her to a rich sultan if he so chosed...Isabelle had no choice in the matter. She could only pray that he would keep her for himself...

Unable to help herself, Isabelle felt another climax coming, taking control of her body ! Very soon she was gushing all over Anthony's big thick shaft once again. The young blonde wife gasped in pleasure, her hips rising up to meet his powerful thrusts. Tonight the pirate captain was her master and Isabelle was more than content to let him use her body at his will...

Isabelle felt the very moment the captain spilled his hot seed into her. Anthony's cock throbbed first before eruting deep inside her cunt...

 

[Homerun2611]

Her body eased like a sexual wave underneath him, rolling her hips to greater satisfaction of them both before he roared like a lion, and drove. His cock deep inside her wanting cunt. To paint her womb in his seed. Fuck! She was perfection, and as he came he enjoyed, knowing she was the best he had ever, and might ever enjoy. He collapsed on top of her gathering her in his arms, loving her gorgeous body wrapped around him, thrusting and still kidding until both of them were finished, and the a bit more.

When he finally slid out and rolled on his back they both glistened in sweat, and. He felt exactly like the man and conqueror that she inspired him to be. He rolled on his side, running his fingers through. Her golden locks, running his fingers over her body, teasing and enjoying every delicious curve. “That was incredible, the sultan could not ask for more in a woman, you will fetch a record. But even after you are gone, sleep lightly, for you never know if a certain pirate just may steal you away again.”

He kissed her once more and got dressed, he needed to talk to his crew while his wenches fed Isabelle and prepared her for her public showing. His first mate saw the Captain first, “you do know that tomorrow we will give her up, there is no other option, and she will fetch us a fortune. The Captain nodded, and tried to make light of it, “The slave, oh she is beautiful, but at the end of the day, she is just a pussy, like ant other, and a treasure she will fetch us indeed, and the eternal gratitude of the richest man in these seas.”

The first mate knew his. Aptsin better than that, he saw how he handled her, tender and loving, he had feared the Captain turning soft, but he was satisfied. He gave the Captain a final test, “Shall I. Cancel the dance of the veils, her public fucking?” The Captain looked his mate in the eye, taking his measure, knowing mutiny was never far off any pirate’s mind, he laughed, “You must be joking, We need the whore to show she can perform, encourage the crew to have me put her through her paces, she needs to be a cunt worthy of the sultan, every single hole!”

 

[angelique127]

Once again the lovely pirate wenches prepared Isabelle for her public showing. They applied her makeup and fixed her hair, holding it up ontop of her head with a comb made of precious pearls. They fussed over the blonde, complimenting her on her fine features and soft white skin, telling her how lucky she was and saying how much valued light haired females were worth on the slave market. Meanwhile Isabelle could barely contain her tears, dreading the prospects of being sold to some strange wealthy sultan and into a harum. If only the handsome pirate captain would keep her for himself...but she was just another female to be sold for profit to the highest bidder. How many women had Anthony heartlessy enslaved, making them serve their wealthy shieks and masters ? Isabelle was a fool to think that she was any different...

Isabelle felt the soft transparent silk between her fingers. She knew that tonight when they made port into the city that she would be made to dance and expose herself in public for all to see, including Charles, her loving husband, if he was present. The very sheer material did little to hide the shape of her body, it was really as if she was wearing almost next to nothing.

The ladies nibbled on sweetmeats and other tidbets while they worked on her appearance. Carlotta insisted that Isabelle drink a tea prepared especially for her to make her relax. Within moments it had a very calming effect upon her, making her smile and somewhat content. Isabelle gasped with pleasure when Calotta applied a reddish ointment on her nipples, causing them to pucker and stiffen. The young blonde was aware that whatever they had given her was making her feel blissfully aroused...

Before the ship landed at port, Isabelle was dressed in heeled slippers and gems adorning her wrists and ankles, gold harum pants and bodice, made to look like a princess in a fairytale.

The next chapter of her life was about to begin...

 

[Homerun2611]

The Captain had dreaded this moment. They were still 30 minutes from port, and while Isabelle was being readied, so were the other prisoners who would also be sold, and the Captain himself as he would introduce the prize, and run her through her showing. The Captain was cleanshaven, excepting his thick mustache, and handsome goatee. He was dressed in his finest, emerald green, silk shirt, clean leather pants, polished boots, and in his finest feather plumed, wide brimmed hat.

At least he would have at least one more moment with her, once on shore. He anticipated putting on a show with Isabelle that would show the Sultan, she was the finest woman ever brought to his shores.

All of the younger and more attractive women were dressed in skimpy silks, that displayed their assets. Even if purchases as house servants, the promise of a sexual slave if desired would always maximize the bid. However, none were dressed as provocatively or seductively as Isabelle, she was the treasure, and no one would diminish her stage.

The Captain finally went to see Isabelle, and couldn’t help but smile at what he saw. Carlotta had done an amazing job, Isabelle was spectacular, of course, her spectacular body and beautiful face had made the task easy. The Captain sighed as he closed on her, and leaned in and kissed her for the last time in all likelihood, privately. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, I want you to know that. You have stolen my heart, and it hurts me more to let you go, than you will ever know. But at least for now, this is our fate, and tonight, for the Sultan, we will put on a show, that none who witness it will ever forget!”

 

[angelique127]

The young blonde slave knew she was dressed in the finest sheer silks and gems, which did little to hide her shapely body. Isabelle had been bathed and perfumed, her fingernails and toenails painted to match her outfit. Her pubic hair had been waxed and trimmed, only leaving a blondish strip of pubes, the way the masters preferred. Otherwise her legs and underarms were shaved clean and scented oil applied to her whole body. Soft jeweled slippers adorned her feet and a veil covered half of her beautiful face...

Anthony came to her appeared to be pleased by how she looked. He kissed her tenderly, whispering words of encouragement for the night to come. Isabelle held back her tears, not wanting to ruin her makeup, resisting the urge to fall at his feet and beg him not to sell her to some rich sultan or the highest bidder. If only Anthony would keep her for his own, Isabelle would spend the rest of her life trying to please him ! On the other hand, she realized that the captain had sold many helpless females into slavery and that she was just another woman to profit from...

Isabelle was determined to be obediant for her next master. Really she had no choice, she was just a sex slave now, a plaything for some rich male to do whatever he wished. By tonight the young blonde would be owned, someone elses property, forced to do their bidding.

After Anthony left to see to the tasks of overseeing the landing of the ship, Isabelle was taken to the other white female captives, who were clad in the same attire as she and forced to kneel upon the deck, awaiting the docking at the port and the dreaded slave market...

 

[Homerun2611]

As the kiss broke, the Captain had a heavy heart. He cursed himself for falling so completely for the beautiful American society woman and wife who he had now metamorphosed into the perfect sex slave. Yet he had, and tonight, at auction he might have his last chance to enjoy Isabelle. "Remember tonight, follow my lead."

He went and saw the other slaves, the younger women, dressed similarly but nowhere near as beautiful as Isabelle. He also saw Isabelle's husband. "Tonight, I will perform with your wife one last time. I hope you take comfort that she has taken to her new life and I think she will be fine. I will do my best for you as well, but I can't make any promises." The Captain went through the pairings for the auction performances. When the auction began, first the house and field slaves, male and female would be brought up for examination and bid. Next the young and attractive women would be brought on stage in groups of three groups of eight. Each would have a male stud, one of the Captain's crew, who they would be expected to start entertaining to demonstrate their skills. Bidders could walk around, touch, even participate for 10 minute increments. Then bidding would commence for that pool..Then the warriors would be brought on. Once all other bidding was done, the Captain woud bring Isabelle on stage. She would likely claim a price in excess of all others combined. The sultan and other nobles had been notified of her arrival.

That the Captain himself would be her stud was clear demonstration of the uniqueness of this piece of property, of Isabelle. The Captain would have her dance and then he would be expected to show what she could do, how the bidding progresses from there was anyone's guess. All the Captain knew as he guided the ship into port and dropped anchor was this was his final time with Isabelle, and he would make it count!

 

[angelique127]

The Slave Auction

From her vantage point behind the slave block Isabelle knelt with the other females who were about to be sold to the highest bidder. All were scadily clad in sheer silks and satins which showed off their best assetts with just a hint of modesty. The women were dressed in various different colors and she was the only dressed in gold.
For the most part Isabelle kept her eyes lowered, the auctioneer had gave strict instructions not to meet anyones eyes unless spoken too directly, and despite the hot climate she shivered in fear and apprehension.

First the males and unnattractive females were brought out, these to be sold as common labourers in the fields, or as house servants and attendants. Isabelle assumed her husband was among them and hoped that he would get lucky and serve in a house position. This would be alot easier for him as he was a gentleman and had not ever peformed manuel labor. Isabelle fought back a tears of sorrow, remembering their former life of easy luxury and comfort, attending grand balls and parties, being spoiled rotton by her daddy and husband....but somehow the southern belle managed to cry. It would not help to do so anyhow.

Isabelle could only hope that someone nice and decent would purchase her, someone not to mean or dreadful.

At last the common slaves were sold off to the highest bidder. The auctioneer made the first group of eight slaves rise and place their hands behind their heads to better show off their breasts. They were then paraded on stage and made to kneel once again. One by one the females were brought up upon a leather divan and were told to lift their breasts up with their hands in a sign of obedience and submission. A male then appeared at their side and instucted the female to lie back. Gripping her by her ankles he spread her legs apart to show off her womanhood for all to see through the sheer transparent materail. Interested buyers were then invited up on stage to inspect the female closer if they wished.

Isabelle couldn't help but risk a peek. She saw three arab men surround the helpless dusky dark haired woman and fondle her as they wished, admiring her firm hard body. Of course she dared not resist, knowing it was useless now, in fact the dark haired bitch only acted to increase her value by putting her finger down her sheer plantaloons and touching herself for them. The bidding then began.

The young blonde looked away. Fortunately the white females were last to be sold. She knew blondes were worth a fortune and she was only one of three. And Isabelle was the youngest and far more attractive. She had a feeling that she would go for a very high price...

 

[Homerun2611]

The Captain had mixed feelings, the auction had already been very successful, having collected nearly three stones of gold, nearly a king's ransom, and that was before his Isabelle and the other two white females were sold. Those sold to date had been laborers, sold for the strength of their backs, but not these women, their bidding was solely based on the beauty of their bodies, the tightness of their pussy, and the skills of their hands and tongues. the first two women went first, one accompanied by his first mate, the second by his best fighter, outside of himself that was.

His men were ready for the task. Elena the first was aroused by his man's fingers, raising eyebrows at the speed her pussy was wet, and how she moaned and arched her back as he fucked her. The bidding closed at a half a stone. Katerina was next, a 24 year old brunette, a few pounds overweight, smallish breasts, but a pretty face and full mouth. Above all else, she was enthusiastic. It was that enthusiasm, that enthralled the crowd. It had been a while since a woman had hit her knees and performed fellatio with such skill o enthusiasm. Taking the mates big cock, and sliding it deep down her throat, tonguing his balls, while she deep throated, and enjoyed. The mate was nearly delirious from her skills, his legs weakening as she made him cum violently down her throat, working his shaft and balls relentlessly to obtain every drop.

As she stood, licking her fingers and her lips, opening her mouth to show the last creamy deposit and then swallowing, she was a new crowd favorite. The bidding opened at half a stone, and closed at one and a half, the most the Captain had ever sold a captive, of course that was pre Isabelle. The Captain had watched the crowd and he was slightly concerned. The Sultan was there but so was Tariq Azul, a very wealthy man who was an enemy of the Sultan, although he wasn't sure if the Sultan understood the treachery of the man.

The Captain cared little of that, what he did care about was Tariq Azul's reputation as a masochist. If he were to buy Isabelle, she would be facing a life of nearly inhuman torture, all in the name of sexual gratification. He came up alongside Isabelle to guide her to the stage. "Isabelle, we must win the Sultan, in many ways your life depends on it. At first you will dance for me, your dance must make every man here hunger for you to dance for them as they have never wanted...and then, I will perform with you, fuck you in every hole, and every man, particularly the Sultan, must want to be me. You can do this...you are the best lover I have ever had....now I need you to show them, all of them, no sexier woman has ever been brought to auction!"

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle had watched with a mixture of fascination and dread as one after the other of females were paraded and sold to wealthy and powerful bidders. In a way this only prolonged her misery to be the last one purchased. She could only hope to be bought by a somewhat nice and decent master who didn't abuse her. Thankfully Carlotta had made her smoke some opium from a pipe before leaving the ship and it helped to ease her anxiety. Carlotta had also given her some advice when made to dance tonight for her potentail buyers, to close her eyes and let the music overtake her, sway and move with it naturally. Carlotta had also slipped her a buttonlike substance to eat before her performance which she promised to help Isabelle get through her ordeal.

Whatever it was, Isabelle relaxed after she injested it. She felt calm but at the same time, her whole body never seemed so alive and vibrant. Suddenly, like as if in a dream, Anthony was beside her, telling her to dance like her life depended upon it. Although the young wife had grown to adore him, perhaps even fall head over heels in love with him, Isabelle realized that he was going to sell her, for profit, as if she was nothing more than a piece of meat, to the highest bidder. Because of the handsome pirate captain, Isabelle, once a contented married and privileged young southern belle was going to be forced to live out her life as a sex slave in some harum.

Of course Anthony wanted to get a good price for her. The performance she gave depended upon it.

The drums set a slow and steady rhythm. Soon the flutes added to the music. Taking a deep breathe and closing her eyes Isabelle began to dance. Her body swayed and twirled in perfect harmony. She used her silks to her best advantage as she twirled about when the tempo quickened and then slowed down once again. Every movement seemed almost perfect and graceful and soon Isabelle fell to the floor in front of Anthony and the spellbound spectators. She writhed and rolled about, spreading her legs for all to see...her fingers slipping inside her sheer gold colored pajamas...only to touch herself. It was as if another wicked and sinful being had takien over her body...never in Isabelles entire life had she felt more female than she did at that moment except for when the studly pirate captain took her for the first time...

 

[Homerun2611]

Isabelle was on something, what had Carlotta done. He had told her to help Isabelle relax, he had assumed by licking her pussy, like the sexy little kitten Isabelle was. However, the Captain could not object to the result. Isabelle was sexy, erotic, pornographic, and the crowd was abuzz. The Sultan stepped up looking, but so did Tariq Azul, and he was whispering to his men to distract the Sultan. She moved she spun she stripped, and now she lay on the ground, her legs splayed, he fingers pleasuring the hottest and most beautiful pussy in all the Mediterranean.

The Captain could not let the Sultan be pulled away. "Look at the treasure I bring to you today...the finest woman to ever be sold on this stage...a woman suited only for a king!" He reached down and ripped the transparent silks open, exposing her open wet pussy to the sunshine and eyes of the arena. He leaned down and slid his tongue up her opening, "the taste of ambrosia, and the bouquet of lilacs!"

He pulled out his massive cock and he heard the oohs and ahhs of a jealous crowd..."she is tight, but her body is magic, and watch!" He pulled her head up, and Isabelle obediently spit on his head, swirled it with her tongue, hungrily lapped up and down his shaft moaning, and fingering her wanton cunt, and then she deep throated a sword as immense as any viewer had ever seen.

It was hard to say what had been more impressive, the size of the captains manhood, or how his slave took him balls deep, and how her tongue now lapped at his massive balls....The sultan stood up and approached the stage. "Fuck her Captain...can her cunt take your sword, as you are the only other who rivals me...and if she can...then I want to see if she can take us both? If she can my bid is 7 stones of gold, and she will be my lead wife...."

The Captain tried to object, "You do not need to go that high you eminence!" Seven stones was a king's ransom, never had any price been paid at auction unless it was a fleet of warships and slaves. This was one girl, an exceptional girl, but that payment made it so that if any man ever stole her away, the punishment was 30 days of torture and then dying on the cross as the vultures ate you alive. The sultan was very aware of the reason for his bid..."I am waiting Captain, fuck her!"

And so the Captain spread his gorgeous Isabelle's legs, and once again impaled her with is spear as she screamed out in ecstacy!

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle wasn't really aware of what was happening, she knew that she had performed an erotic dance for her future owner and highest bidder, who ever that may be. She had then displayed her body to entice the highest price for all to see. Isabelle was now nothing more than a female slave, forced to give her body to her master, whoever that may be...

And it wasn't going to be the handsome pirate captain. Anthony allowed her to be sold to the highest bidder washing his hands of her. Isabelle's very own existence meant nothing to him, she was a whore, to be sold for his profit. Anthony had used her, made her into a wanton slut for someone elses pleasure. He didn't care about her, only about the reward that he would earn.

The blonde slave was aware of the discussion and sensed that she was sold for a very high price. Suddenly the hansome pirate captain was above her as he mounted her. A vioce encouraged him to mate with her once again, in public, in front of everyone watching. Anthony thrust his hard manhood inside her wet pussy and Isabelle almost fainted with pleasure...Anthony then proceeded to dominate with his huge cock while everyone witnessed it, making her scream in pleasure. Her fingernails raked his muscled back, urging him onward. Isabelle didn't care about anything else only the stud who was pleasing her ! Before long she was gushing all over his thick shaft unable to hold back.

A single tear escaped her eye. Isabelle could not bear the thought of parting from her virile captor. She wanted to belong to him only but realized that she had no choice in the matter...