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I The Corsair
Melissa screamed and fought like a tigress
as her clothes were torn from her body, but there were too many hands reaching
for her. She was jerked off her
feet and held by her arms and legs as one by one her articles of clothing
were removed. Then naked, she
was forced onto her knees and her arms yanked behind
her. Iron shackles were clamped
onto her arms just above each elbow and locked into
place. An iron bar connected
each of the shackles, pulling her elbows toward the small of her back and
forcing her to arch her chest forward.
Then leg irons were closed over each
ankle. A chain was run from the
rod connecting her elbows to the chain connecting her ankles so that she
was forced to remain in a sitting
position. Only then did her captors
move away from her, leaving her sitting in the middle of the
deck.
Melissa had never felt more vulnerable and
afraid. She was surrounded by
hundreds of heavily armed men all of whom had their eyes on
her. Those whose faces she could
see stared at her with undisguised lust.
She had been raped once by three
men. What would it be like to
be raped by hundreds? She began
to tremble, as sweat poured down her battle-weary
body.
The black-clad man who had defeated her had
disappeared, but the men around her parted and she found herself facing the
Shang leader who had directed the fighting from the command deck of the black
ship. He leaned toward her, the
golden spike on his conical hat glinting in the
sunlight. Up close, Melissa could
see that he was a man of middle years, perhaps in his forties or
fifties. In his hand he held
a steel shod black staff; perhaps a symbol of his
authority. His face was
impassive. Only the flicker of
his dark almond eyes betrayed any
interest. When he spoke, his
voice was high-pitched and strangely
accented. What are you
called, my little raptor?
Surprised that he spoke her language, Melissa
hesitated a second and then replied.
Melissa Noble, she said, trying to keep her voice from
shaking. She sensed that this
strange man wanted something from her, but could not conceive of what it
would be. What possible interest could this strange man have in
her? The green-robed Shang nodded
as if finding her answer satisfactory.
I am Qwang Gui,
high plenipotentiary to his esteemed majesty, High Emperor Sung Ja, the Son
of Heaven; blessed ruler of the Shang.
It was my honour to seek out and destroy the pirate menace that has
been disturbing the peaceful commerce of the Shang
empire.
You are something I did not
expect. A woman warrior of great
prowess. It shall be your good
fortune to witness the execution of your comrades.
Qwang Gui spoke with
absolute calm, as if he was merely discussing the
weather. But his words and tone
sent a chill of fear through her.
Turning to one of the soldiers he spoke words in a language that Melissa
did not understand. The man bowed
and shouted out orders. Immediately
a long line of captive pirates was lined up on the
deck. Under heavy guard they
were watched as they cleared the deck of the fallen bodies of their comrades,
tossing them over the side. A
few of the bodies groaned as they were picked up, but the Shang
guards ignored the moans and ordered the wounded men dumped into the
ocean. Then, as the last
corpse was disposed of, each pirate was shackled and forced to his
knees. Melissa saw to her horror,
that one of the shackled men was Slash Vandar.
No, she thought, not
again. Was the man she
loved to be killed in front of her the way her father had
been?
A tall, powerfully built Shang stepped
forward. The man was naked to
the waist and brandished a huge scimitar.
Two soldiers seized the first pirate in line, one pulling his hair
so that his neck was stretched out and the other holding his manacled wrists
to prevent him from rising. The
scimitar was raised high and then brought down with frightening force, severing
the pirates head from his
shoulders. Then with quick
efficiency, the manacles were removed and the head and body thrown over the
side of the ship. Horrified and
but fascinated, Melissa watched as pirate after pirate was executed in the
same way.
Most of the captives went quietly, but a few
begged for their lives. It made
no difference. The scimitar worked
with deadly efficiency. One by
one they were decapitated and consigned to a watery
grave. In less than an hour the
executioner worked his way through over a hundred
pirates. Finally only Vandar
was left. Melissa watched in
horror as the pirate captain was dragged forth and forced to his
knees. Vandar made no protest;
rather he knelt with his head erect, as if inviting the deadly
sword.
Melissa screamed as the scimitar was
raised. In a few moments the
man she loved would lose his head.
Naked and helpless she could only watch as her lover went to his
death.
No!
No! Please dont! she cried, her voice filled with
emotion.
Qwang Gui held up
his hand as the executioner tensed his muscles for the
downswing. This man means
something to you? You made no
sound when the other pirate scum were eliminated.
Hardly able to believe that Vandar was not
dead, Melissa raised eyes brimming with tears to the Shang
leader. Please, she
repeated. Do not kill
him. I will do anything if you
let him live.
Anything? queried the Qwang
Gui, his face
expressionless.
Anything, repeated Melissa
softly.
Qwang Gui said something
in Shang and one of the soldiers released the irons on her ankles and helped
her to her feet. Very
well, he said to Melissa.
You will have your chance to save your
man. He nodded to the huge
Shang warrior holding the scimitar and spoke again in his
language. The warrior grinned,
and setting down his sword, unbuckled his belt and removed his loose-fitting
trousers, revealing a huge erection.
The largest Melissa had ever seen.
As she stared at him in fearful anticipation, he lay down on the deck,
his mighty sword pointed skyward.
Dont do this, Melissa, cried
Vandar. Let them kill
me.
Melissas chest heaved in emotion, her
pink-tipped breasts quivering. She
said nothing, but allowed herself to be led over to the Shang
executioner. The man moved into
a sitting position and moved his engorged phallus so that it stuck straight
up. Melissa looked at Qwang
Gui.
If I do this you will spare
him?
Qwang Gui
nodded. You have my word
as a servant of the Son of Heaven.
Vandar started to protest, but his words were cut short
as a gag was thrust into his mouth.
He could only watch helplessly as the woman he loved made the ultimate
sacrifice for him.
Melissa took a deep breath and then slowly
lowered herself toward the upright
phallus. It was like lowering
herself onto a stake and she was far from ready for it.
Her sweet vagina was completely
unlubricated, and she was so filled with fear that her vaginal muscles contracted
even before she made contact with the fleshy rod beneath
her. Nevertheless, it was something
that she must do. She trembled
slightly, and then let herself settle onto the rigid
member.
Ugghh!
she grunted as her vulva parted
and the tip of the Shang warrior entered
her. Slowly she rotated her hips,
attempting to ease onto the huge shaft.
She gasped as it entered her outer folds and then let her weight impale
her fully upon the throbbing sword.
Aaahhh! Even though she had expected the pain, she could
not hold back a cry. The Shang
warriors immense member seemed to stretch her impossibly, and the friction
tore the delicate membranes of her vaginal
sheath. It hurt far more than
she had expected. As much as
the first time she had been raped.
With a sob, she felt something tear inside her and then let out a
scream as the Shang warrior gripped her waist and thrust up into
her. It was as if a pole had
been driven up inside her. She
writhed in agony as the Shangs fleshy sword ripped her
open. As blood from her ravaged
vagina began to run down her legs she wept in pain and
humiliation.
She turned her tear-stained face toward Vandar.
He was still struggling helplessly
to escape. The look of rage and
despair on his face broke her heart.
She knew that the sight of her painful sacrifice was tearing him
apart. Whenever the pirate captain
had captured a ship he had always made sure that any women on board were
not molested. It was one of his
standing orders and any anyone who defied it was thrown
overboard. To see Melissa defiled
in order to save him was cruel in the
extreme.
And then she was lost in the agony of the
rape. The Shang executioner shifted
his position, positioning himself on top of
her. After that she lost sight
of Vandar as the powerful soldier covered her body with his
own. Each powerful thrust of
the soldiers loins hammered her backside into the
deck. It was a most brutal and
painful rape, and Melissa screamed through most of
it. And then finally he jetted
the thick cream of his semen into her.
For a few brief seconds, Melissa felt a sense
of relief. But it soon became
apparent that her ordeal was not finished, but only
beginning. As soon as her assailant
had satisfied his bestial urges and rolled off her savaged body, she was
picked up by several other soldiers.
She was helpless to resist as these men immediately spread her legs
and took her standing up. Each
of the men holding her took his turn.
But the nightmare did not end
there. As soon as they were finished,
she was passed to another group who ravished her in
turn.
Melissa screamed throughout most of the first
gang rape or at least tried to.
Partway through one of her assailants bent her head back and forced
his penis into her open mouth.
After that she was much more concerned with trying to breathe than
screaming.
How many times she was raped she did not
know. It seemed to last forever,
although it could only have been a few
hours. None of the men took very
long to have their way with her, some ejaculating in only a minute or so,
but they never let up on her, squeezing and pinching her soft flesh mercilessly,
even when they were not raping her.
Eventually she was too beaten and exhausted to fight
back. Somewhere near the end
she fainted. The rape did not
stop; she simply was no longer aware of it.
She was lying on the floor of a large
cabin. The deck was hard beneath
her. Every part of her body hurt,
but especially her nether region.
For awhile she hurt too much to even move, and simply lay where she
was, hoping that somehow the pain would go
away. It did not, but actually
seemed to get worse. Being
unconscious had made her oblivious to the injuries she had suffered at the
hands of her assailants, but now she relived the anguish of her
ordeal. With a moan, she
tried to get up and instantly wished she had not
tried. It seemed that no part
of her body was without a bruise or abrasion and her breasts and vaginal
region were especially sore. So
great was her pain and discomfort that she would have
lain where she was forever, but she desperately
needed water. Her mouth and throat
were so dry that her moans came out as feeble
croaks. With a supreme effort
she pushed herself into a reclining
position. It was then that she
saw Qwang Gui.
The green-robed oriental was watching her
from the comfort of a cushion-covered divan only a few feet
away. His gold-spiked conical
hat was gone leaving him bare-headed.
She saw that his head was shaved.
It gleamed slightly in the dim light of the
cabin. She guessed that it must
be night, as several lanterns cast their yellow light around the
cabin.
You did well, my little raptor,
Qwang Gui said quietly, Although you weakened
somewhat near the end, my soldiers found you most
entertaining. Now you shall serve
me in the same way. But first
you must be presentable to one of my
rank. Everything you need to
clean yourself is here; you just have to use
it. There is a pitcher of water
and a jug of wine on the table as well as some
food. Clean yourself up and eat
and drink. I will return in two
hours. If you are not ready in
that time I will turn you over to my soldiers again and you can stay with
them for the rest of the voyage.
As he spoke, he rolled off the divan and padded toward the
door. Without further comment
he left the room, closing the door behind
him.
Melissa tried to swallow, grimacing as her
dry throat constricted. Forcing
herself to her feet, she staggered toward the
table. Everything was there as
Qwang Gui had said it
was. Food, drink, and a sponge
to clean herself. There were
even a few scented oils and unguents to smear on her
wounds. Next to the table was
a steaming tub of hot water.
Remembering the threat to turn her over to his men, she hastened to
prepare herself.
She drank and ate
first. She needed food and water
to help regain her strength. And
then she lowered herself into the hot water and gingerly began to sponge
away the evidence of her vicious ordeal.
It took her quite awhile; some areas of her body were much too tender
to touch but she managed to remove the traces of sweat and blood from her
body. She even washed her hair,
and spent a half hour combing it out.
Then satisfied that she was about as clean as possible, she rubbed
some of the ointments into her wounds.
Several of them seemed to posses special qualities, because she felt
the pain of her injuries lessen as she applied them to the bruises and abrasions
that covered her body. Then,
still exhausted both mentally and physically, she went to the divan and lay
down to wait. Almost instantly
she was asleep.
Qwang Gui surveyed
the body of the sleeping woman.
Even as badly ravaged as she was she was incredibly
beautiful. He had never seen
anything like her. She was so
unlike the dark-haired small-breasted women of Shang
society. The rise and fall of
her large, pink-nippled breasts he found highly
erotic. He moved closer to the
bed. He knew she would not
wake. The drug he had put in
her food would keep her sleeping peacefully for quite some
time.
Her blazing red hair was spread out over the
pillow framing her head like a crimson
cloud. Her features were
perfect. Full, pouting lips below
a straight slender nose; high cheekbones; and flawlessly arched eyebrows
of the same colour as her hair; created a stunning vision of
beauty. His lascivious nature
had him wondering what it would be like to have those luscious lips wrapped
around his penis. He
smiled. He would soon
know.
His eyes traveled down her body. Her figure
matched her face, from her high, rounded breasts to her incredibly narrow
waist, and flaring hips. Long
legs highlighted her perfect hourglass
shape. He licked his
lips. She was unconscious, but
he could not resist her. He
unfastened the gold clasps of his robe and let it fall
open. Then spreading the legs
of the comatose girl, he moved between
them. With a grunt of satisfaction
he slid between the folds of her vulva.
She barely stirred, only moaning softly in her
sleep. Probably still quite
sore, he thought. Slowly
he entered her. He took his time,
savoring the experience. She
was still amazingly tight, considering how many times her vagina had been
plundered. Tomorrow,
he thought, I will take her while she is
awake. It would be fun
to watch her face as she was violated yet
again.
Aahh! The
girls face twisted in pain.
He raised an eyebrow. That
was interesting. The sleeping
draught he had given her should have left her impervious to all
sensation. He would have to remember
that and increase the dosage.
Ungh! She grunted and her emerald eyes flicked open for a second. Then they slowly closed, as she slipped back into her drug-induced sleep. Qwang Gui leaned forward and took her right nipple between his teeth, biting on it gently. But this time there was no reaction. The rise and fall of her bosom indicated that she had lapsed back into sleep once again. He sucked hard on the nipple, feeling it harden into a tight pink bud. Other than that, however, there was no indication that the girl felt anything. He leaned forward as far as he could. She was so tall he could barely reach her lips without withdrawing his phallus from her tight love tunnel. He kissed her hard, biting on her lower lip. Then, tiring of the game of raping a sleeping woman, he finished her off, stroking in and out of her rapidly until he climaxed. Temporarily satiated, he climbed off the quiescent woman. Tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow he would make sure that she remembered the experience.
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