The Adventures of Joan Minuit part III

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The Adventures of Joan Minuit

Part III

I was alone and naked, and quite alerted from the sounds above deck. Not knowing quite what to do and expecting my de facto master, whose name I know only to be James, to return quickly for his “payment” he so much enjoyed I merely slipped on my dress and began to munch on the hard bread he had left me. I sat in my hiding spot, where I had been violent by James, and be in constant hiding from other seamen while on the journey. The noise above me grew and I could hear the pattern of feet, and the yelling of commands muffled by the thick boards of wood.

It was dark, as I had no light of my own lest I would be found out, so I sat there imagined a picture of a beautiful house in the New World, lots of servants and a kind family. This picture of mine was shattered bythe sound of a loud blast—a cannon. It was only one distinctive blast, and it wasn’t from the vessel I was aboard, but another. My heart skipped a beat as I wondered what was going on. After a good while and an increase in the volume of the communication above me I poked my head about. I could see little for the darkness was rather thick about the lower parts of the ship, but this was a safety to me and I was thankful for that at least. As I peered out of my hiding spot my eye caught four figures move down into the hull, they were a motley crew of men. Two were bearing lights and six more followed them.

They were full of glee as they moved to and fro looking for loot among the large containers of the Alexandria. They were clearly not men of the ship I had boarded and I knew what they must have been—pirates. This conclusion came from the fact that they were wielding their swords and pistols as they rummaged through the hull of the merchantman and often emerged from the hull carrying a load of supplies or booty which they valued. More men came below but were busy on the side most distant from my hiding spot. However, the first four men who had come below before came nearer my position and I crouched behind a barrel and prayed not to be noticed.

I couldn’t imagine what these beasts would do to me, I feared the worst. Not only did I fear to be ravished by their entire crew, but I feared to be forced to walk the plank, or play some other more deadly game for their own sick benefit. The reason I had no real warning of their approach was simple, but one which I would learn of only later. After I had been left alone the Alexandria had been quickly overtaken by another ship, and while the crew of the Alexandria was a hardy breed, the Alexandria was not a hardy ship. It was but a merchantman and only means to carry cargo, not fight pirates. The captain of the vessel, who had refused me take lodging, struck his colors and surrendered the ship to the pirates. I was to later learn also that most pirates took kindly to sea goers and merely took their loot and left the ship and crew alone, that is why there was no action on board above me to alert my senses.

The four men moved nearer to me, and I hid the best I could trying to stay in the shadows, my heart raced with fear. One bearing a lamp flashed his light across me, but he didn’t notice me. I nearly died with fright. They looked all around, and then one, spotted the tankered which had been mine sitting on a barrel. The pirate told his mates and he looked around holding his torch high. He moved towards me and out of the corner of his eye he spotted my dress and then as he moved closer to me he discovered me, crouched scared half to death.

“Ooh,” said he to his mates “look what we have here what a pretty thing too.”
“Indeed” cried one.
“Well lets have a bit of fun with her shall we?” said one as he moved towards me andgrabbed me tight, his face next to mine in the obscured light.
The one who had found me came forward and holding his lantern and his sword he stood near by me and the cutthroat that clutched me.
“Nay, you know the rule.” He grimaced, “The capin’ gets ‘er first.”

The sea dog let go of me, and frowned. “Aye, ye be right. But it’s a poor rule. At least we get ‘er after he’s done with her.” He smiled at me as I recoiled from them all.
“Now come along nice wit us,” said the man who saved me from the first pirate I was to face. “or else we may just forget about that rule.”

I trembled with fear, but pride had the better of me, and I stood up straight and tall, expecting a fate worse than death and followed him. In the dark as we made our way to the deck one or two of them, grabbed a breast and one slapped my rear roughly before I emerged from the hull where I had spent so many days. The light was bright, and almost blinding to me as I had not beenin full sun for quite a while. The crew of the Alexandria was all huddled on one side of the ship, so bunched together than I couldn’t see the one who had kept my secret safe. All the pirates, and the crew of the merchantman stared hard at me, some in lust, some in bewilderment. There was another ship, so close to the Alexandria that they were almost touching. The pirates had come aboard upon long boats, and the Christopher, or so the pirate vessel was called, was only now moving to close with the Alexandria (this would make it much easier to load supplies from one ship to the other).

As the grappling hooks forced the two ships together the four pirates who had found me led me to the Christopher with ease. I had to hear many filtered words and awful habitures which I will not repeat. The four took me through a green wooden door and into a large cabin, where there was a man of rather large size in height. He had a dark red bear and red hair, his eyes were brown and his skin dark with the constant bombardment of the sun. He turned to me and looked at me first, then to his crew. His clothes were very elaborate and made of fine Belgium trousers and a dark green Dutch coat.

“What’s this here?” said the large man.
“Well capin’ we found this fine lass below the other ship, a stowaway I reckin’.”
“Leave her here,” said the Captain of the Christopher “and double quick back to your posts.”
“Aye Aye capin’,” said the group of brigands as they hurried away.

I stood in the large cabin a bit shaken, while I had stood up well to the crew, I knew this would be the beginning of the horrors to await me before my death. The man looked me up at down as he circled me and then after he had his eye full he went be hind a desk, which was bolted to the deck of his ship and sat down. The desk was covered with all sorts of nautical equipment. From a sexton to maps of the Indies, both east and west. The cabin was also full of all other kinds of maritime gadgets of which I have little knowledge.

“I am Samuel White, Captain of this fine ship the Christopher, and of her noble crew.” He smiled as he nodded his head a bit in what seemed a mockingly noble fashion. “And who might you be miss?” he questioned me, his eyes moving all about my body.
“I am…I am Joan Minuit.” I couldn’t pull up any other words in my mind, for I was too fearful.
“And were ye a stowaway upon yonder ship?” He pointed with his finger and motioned with his head.
“Indeed I was.” Said I “The captain would take no payment to escort me, and so I was, by circumstances forced to join, without out any payment, and in secret.”
The Captain laughed and ran his fingers through is red bear as he spoke in a loud voice “That was bold of ye lass, might bold. But just where were ye expecting to go?”
“The New World.” I replied, a bit awkwardly, why was this cutthroat so civil to me, when would he ravish me and throw me to the sharks, or so I wondered.
“Well, well “ he smiled, “it just so happens that I and me crew be heading there ourselves. I suppose you could come along with us…but of course there would have to be payment rendered you know.” He looked at me and leaned back in his chair a bit with a smile.

I knew well what he wanted, and something happened that I didn’t quite expect. It was something I did. I changed quite from the victim to a sensitive woman, from the would be virgin, to the scarlet clad harlot, from being a girl to being a woman. I knew how to please a man, at least with my mouth and hands. And now all the practice which I had been forced to do by my earlier captor I would use on this my new captor to woo him. I moved over to him as I spoke in an erotic tone which I had never spoken to any man.

“Well of course I could pay you, but only as I know how. I know you are a man of honor from your merchants and Iam sure you will keep me safe from any danger while I be aboard your ship.” I moved towards him and could see his smile turn into a very large grin.

I moved closer to him and moved in front of him as he was sitting near his desk in a very elaborate chair. I easily removed my dress, and throw it to the floor. He looked longingly at my body and he almost licked his lips for joy. I moved to my knees and moved my body against his legs and my hands against his chest. He likewise moved his hands to my breasts and moaned softly to himself with pleasure as he cupped them and squeezed them gently. I moved my hands to his buckle and unloosed his belt, his eyes widened with joy as I moved his trousers down slightly to reveal a very large cock. It was now a bit hard, and getting harder. It was much larger than the first cock that I had encountered, and I was a bit stunned by its size and width. Its width was large and its length was better than most I would encounter later in my life.After a few moments of kneeing my breasts his cock was fully hard, with the help of my hand moving around his large and hairy ball sack.

I looked up at him and spoke softly “I hope this payment will suffice.” I quickly moved my hands to his cock and pulled it out toward my mouth. I opened my mouth and placed my lips around his large cock. It felt different but was very enjoyable. I could hear him moan as I began to move my lips back and forth along his shake. His cock was rather thick and I took it in slower than I would have had it not have so large. I moved my mouth on his cock back and forth taking in only half of it for a good while. I used my hands to hold his cock and moved my hands along his shake nearer his balls where I could not fit my mouth.

I could see him moan with joy and great pleasure as I closed my cool lips tighter around his large tasty cock. I moaned a bit myself, one from the taste of this new large cock moving in my mouth and secondfrom the manipulation of one of my breasts. He had left one hand feel as the other was idol, he was too busy enjoying it all. I became a bit adventure and began to take in more of his long thick shake with each movement on his cock. I bobbed my head back and forth on his cock speeding up with each stroke. His moans became much louder, as I closed my lips tighter around his shake and sucked faster. He ceased from rubbing one of my breasts and just laid back in his chair and enjoyed the “payment” he was receiving.

I looked up at him and his eyes met mine, I moved one hand to his balls and squeeze them very gently, he moaned with delight as I massed his very large and hairy scrotum. The hand I had rubbing his shake I speed up along with the thrusts of my head upon his hard cock. After a bit of sucking in long strokes I slowed down, and moved my mouth to his cock’s head and sucked on it quickly as I moved one hand in long strokes along his thick shaft. His moans were quite loud and I knew he would not last long, I almost didn’t want him to climax too soon, I liked being in a position of power, even while I was on my knees.

I moved my lips back down his cock’s shake and almost his whole male member into my mouth, I almost choked but pulled back to his head and sucked a bit there, moving my tongue on his sensitive tip even while I had his head in my mouth. I then moved back to sucking in long strokes, but quickly and using two hands to rub his shake.
“Oh God…” He moaned.

I sucked harder, closing my lips even tighter around his now throbbing shake. I moved my lips along his cock faster and faster and then while my mouth was halfway down his shake I felt his warm juices shooting the back of my mouth. I continued to suck his shake, as I felt his salty semen fill my mouth. I swallowed what I could, but his large sack contained more than I could at that time swallow. I pulled off, yet I still rubbed his shaft vigorously with my hands and some of his warm juices flew upon my breasts before I could swallow his first volley into my mouth, and then dove once more upon the head of his cock. I sucked and sucked until I could feel no more of his semen shoot into my mouth. I then pulled my mouth away from his head and swallowed all of his juices.

I looked up at him, he was smiling with joy and almost aching in pleasure, then down at my breasts. The bit of his semen which had landed on my breasts was still sitting there, and I knew from experience that to remove it took a great deal once it had dried, so I grabbed my own breast and licked all that I could off, then I used one finger to wipe it up and licked my fingerprint dry from his gooey substance. At this he smiled and I moved my mouth back to his cock from one long slow suck along his shake. Had he was standing, even that large man might have fallen from the sudden pleasure mixed with the pain of his sensitive and depleted cock. I smiled at him and moved to my feet and leaned against his desk.

“Well” said he, “that payment will more than suffice. I will make sure you are treated well by the crew and you can share your quarters here with me.” He buckled his pants and sat still filled with the ecstasy of my pleasure him.
“Thank you very much.” I said a bit stunned, and yet not too surprised from his amount of pleasure.
“I have a number of dresses that might fit a lass like yourself,” said he “Took them from a rich Spanish vessel called the Balymarie” He stood to his feet and held me close as moved his hands up and down my body and gave me a number of kisses before letting me put my old and now quite stained dress back on.
So there my journey began with the pirates, had I only known that I would become much more fond to these salty seadogs than I ever would have known…