Adventures of Charlotte Ch. 02

Charlotte's bare skin was stung by the cool breeze off the sea. Small bumps rose on her arms as the wind ripped through her hair. She began to shiver lightly as she was pulled along by the Captain. He had tied Charlotte's wrists in front of her, leaving her unable to shield herself from the prying hands of the crew. The men parted slowly as the Captain lead her across the deck, grabbing at what they could. She closed her eyes, but it couldn't shield her body from the onslaught of unwanted gropes. Charlotte felt rough hands on her breasts, pulling at her tender nipples. No screams escaped her this time, for she knew it would only provoke the men further. Others grabbed for her flowing hair, pulling it, smelling it, even tasting it. More hands felt her ass, pinching her cheeks still rosey from the Captain's light spanks. She felt a cruel whip graze her rear, but still she did not scream.

The walk from one end of the ship to the other felt endless and the crowd of pirates never ceasing. Finally the Captain came to a door at the far end of the deck which he opened to reveal steep wooden steps. He moved quickly and Charlotte was tripping over her feet to keep pace. At least the crowd of unruly crew members were left on deck. It was dark and Charlotte was unaware of how deep this staircase would take them. They reached a first landing, lit sparsely by a dim lantern. The Captain pushed Charlotte to the ground. Without her hand free to brace herself, Charlotte hit the wooden floor hard. It was only then did she make a small sound.

As her eyes adjusted, Charlotte realized she had been placed in a small cell with crude metal bars. The floor was covered in mud, most likely due to a small leak a few crew members were attempting to fix. Charlotte felt a deep sense of humiliation build inside of her. She was lying naked, in a muddy cell, a prisoner of a ruthless band of pirates. But she couldn't help be reminded of the wetness between her legs, the handsomely cruel Captain that had taken her. She was only humiliated because a very small part of her was reveling in this experience.

Charlotte turned her eyes back to the Captain, who appeared to be talking loudly to someone else in a language she couldn't understand. The crew members fixing the leak appeared to have noticed her and were making whistling noises, intermingled with cruel comments. Just as she was turning back to the Captain, she felt a rough hand pull her back up on her feet and lead her out of the cell. The Captain was no where to be found, but she felt herself being pushed into a small room.

Her eyes adjusted to the change of light once again. She found herself in a small bedroom, shoved onto a short bed. A man gradually came into focus as the door shut behind him. Charlotte felt no need to conceal her nakedness any longer, it seemed to be hopeless. She could only imagine what would happen next, and had gradually resigned to taking whatever was going to be forced upon her rather than trying to resist. The man appeared to be slightly older than the Captain, much taller and larger with endlessly broad shoulders. The Captain didn't instill fear in Charlotte, but the presence of this man glaring over her was unnerving. She continued to stare, waiting for him to speak or attack, whichever would come first. As he moved closer to her, standing over top of her, he finally began to speak.

"Good afternoon fine Mistress Charlotte. I am Arceneau, the First Mate upon this ship."

His voice was more powerful than his form, booming through the modest room. His accent was different than the Captain, far more abrupt and dominant. Charlotte involuntarily began to quiver slightly and fear was pulsated through her veins. Arceneau turned around and pulled a rag from a bucket of water. Charlotte was entranced by his strong hands which wrung the rag. He moved over to her and slowly began washing off the mud that covered the front of her body. He coiled her hair on top of her hand and very delicately wiped her entire body. As he moved to her breasts, he said:

"The Captain is very disappointed with you, Mistress Charlotte. You betrayed him, and you have no choice but to pay for it."

"Please, I didn't do anything wrong," Charlotte cracked. She realized these were the first real words she had spoken since telling the Captain her name.

"I'm deeply sorry Mistress, but you have committed wrongs. You will soon learn the ways of this ship, and it is my job to teach them to you. Don't be afraid, you seem like an attentive student, and I'm confident you will succeed."

Arceneau was now wiping her feet, so softly she could barely understand how such rough hands could be so delicate. He placed the rag back in the bucket and moved back towards her. Without warning, Arceneau stooped down to kiss her, parting her lips immediately with his tongue. Confused but compelled, Charlotte responded by opening her mouth further to facilitate his probe. She was embarrassed to feel a rush of excitement as he massaged her head and her hair, letting it fall back down her back. As their lips parted, he moved down to her neck, kissing the soft flesh with a brief fleeting peck. His calloused hand moved to her right breast. He took her soft aching nipple between his two fingers and gently massaged it as he continued to peck at her neck.

Charlotte could no longer help the moan that escaped from her lips. She swallowed her pride, shame and embarrassment as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. He continued to gently feel her soft ample breast, the peaked pink nipple that was hardening with each stroke. As his rough beard grazed Charlotte's neck, Arceneau moved his hand to her soft inner thigh. Charlotte jumped slightly at the brief touch as his hand moved higher. She felt his lips move away from her neck and the hand from her breast gave one final stroke before moving away.

His deep voice erupted softly, "Now Mistress Charlotte, it is important that you listen. You have been given to me by the Captain, not for sympathy, but for training. Once he learned that you were no longer a virgin, the Captain decided to prepare you for sale at the next port we dock. That means you need to be trained in order to obtain the highest selling price. My job is to supervise this training and administer discipline when necessary. The crew will aid in your training and discipline as well, but you are my responsibility now. Tonight will be your first lesson and after that you will be given to the crew for their use."

Arceneau stroked Charlotte's inner thigh continuously as he spoke. His voice was soft, but its depth echoed in the small room. The content of his speech was frightening, but Charlotte was reassured by the gentleness of his words and his loving tender touch. The wetness between her legs was growing, but she was no longer embarrassed. She was anxious to show Arceneau that she was up to any challenge he put in front of her. Her imagination filled with ideas of what he might to do reward her good behavior. She felt no reason to hide her new found reverence of this man. He was causing her fear to dissipate and Charlotte almost felt safe under his strong gaze.

Arceneau stood up, towering over her seated naked body. He began to fumble with his pants which quickly fell in a heap to the ground. With his hands on his hips, Arceneau stood tall revealing his hardened cock. Charlotte's eyes were immediately drawn to its form that protruded from between his large legs.

"In order to serve our crew, and more importantly to fetch a good selling price, your mouth needs to be trained in order to take a cock. Kneel."

With the Captain Charlotte always hesitated, but she felt no choice but to comply with Arceneau and furthermore felt no need to resist his orders. Her bare knees dropped to the ground, as she tried to brace herself with her bound hands. She timidly began licking the tip of the stiff cock that was presented to her. Charlotte licked the underside gently, placing soft kisses all the way up the shaft. Her tongue grazed the head a few times as she continued to lap up his stiffness. The gentle touches and timid strokes were quickly annoying Arceneau, but Charlotte failed to notice his growing agitation. She was eager to please her new master, but unsure of how to.

"You may pretend to be an experienced slut, but you have no idea what to do, do you whore?"

Arceneau grabbed her hair tightly and tilted her head up to meet his gaze. Charlotte began to feel the same sense of fear again, finally noticing the growing agitation and anger in his once soft eyes. She was afraid to answer, unwilling to admit her own lack of knowledge and disappoint him. She remembered what happened when the Captain became disappointed with her. To her relief, Arceneau's face softened as he released her hair and began to stroke it.

"We will deal with your punishment for that later, but now we need to focus on your lesson."

Charlotte nodded and took his cock back into her eager mouth. Arceneau placed his hand on the back of her head and gently guided it in deeper. She chocked on its size, the tip clogging the back of her throat, but his hand held steady as she learned how to breathe with this deep intrusion. Arceneau pulled her head back slightly and his cock slid through her lips. He moaned deeply as her lips reached the head. He repeated the process, slowly each time, and Charlotte gradually increased the pressure between her lips, careful to hide her teeth. Arceneau picked up the pace slightly, still keeping his hand on the back of her head, gliding it lightly in and out.

"There you are Mistress Charlotte, you are learning now."

Arceneau groaned more deeply with each stroke. He finally released his hand from the back of her head and Charlotte glided back and forth without aid. At the next down stroke, she took the length out of her mouth completely to briefly suck on the tip, before plunged the whole thing deep into her throat.

Arceneau was pleased with his student, which he communicated to her through the increased depth of his groans and the hardness that continued to fill her mouth with each plunge. Charlotte began to move her face side to side, experimenting with pressure and breathing, depth and moisture. She allowed the saliva to build up in her mouth before spreading it generously all over his cock. The pace increased as she moved her lips up and down, faster and faster. Arceneau was smiling now:

"Oh Mistress Charlotte, I know you were the whore the Captain said you were. Eager to please any man that puts his cock before you. You will catch a very good price for your talents and your body."

He gently slapped her left breast as she continued to absorb his cock into her throat. Charlotte caught herself reaching out for him as he pulled away. This desperate plea to continue caused a bellowing laugh to erupt from Arceneau.

"You'll have plenty of that to do later Mistress, once the crew gets their hands on you."

She shuddered at the thought. The rough men on deck were nothing like Arceneau, and she had no desire to service them in this way. Charlotte was hoping that if she pleased Arceneau enough by licking and sucking his cock as much as he wanted, improving her technique all the while, he wouldn't give her to the crew. But she realized this lofty dream was just that - a dream. She looked into his eyes and realized that his expression had hardened considerably. He removed his shirt to reveal a muscular torso.

"Get up off the floor and bend your front over the bed, now."

Charlotte was surprised at this changed tone. The gentle deep voice that had compelled her into complete reverent submission was now harsh and loud. She pulled herself up, with some difficulty due to her bound hands. Her feet were arranged at the end of the bed as she bent over. Her plump ass was fully exposed to the gaze and punishment of Arceneau, and she instantly felt vulnerable. Before Charlotte was able to brace herself, a sharp sting erupted at her backside. She felt a cruel leather belt fall on her left cheek. Her sharp scream would have surely been heard on the top deck, where the crew was probably waiting with increased anticipation. The shock of the sting and her own voice surprised Charlotte, but she dared not move or attempt to cover herself for the next blow.

She could feel her own breath begin to rise in anticipation. The cruel belt came down again, this time harder, on her already sore left cheek. She howled again, no longer attempting to hold back her screams as she did with the Captain. Charlotte couldn't help but feel betrayed by Arceneau who had seemed so gentle and soft with her in the beginning. Now he was whipping her ass mercilessly, harder than the Captain had, causing her entire body to recoil. The fear she felt at the beginning for Arceneau had suddenly returned.

While she felt confused by his sudden change in character, she couldn't help but feel the familiar wetness begin to grow. How could this beating be pleasing to her? Was it possible for her to want Arceneau to continue, despite the rising heat and red colour of her cheeks? She resolved that her real desire was to see him pleased, even if it meant her ass turning a deep colour of crimson, covered with small welts from the punishment.

She dared not move or attempt to get away from fear of a worse punishment. She could feel her flesh recoil with every strike, sending a wave of painful sensations all the way to her toes. Despite the rising intensity of the lashes, she could feel her nipples continuously harden under the weight of her torso. Charlotte's own embarrassment caused the cheeks of her face to turn the same colour as her painful ass.

With each strike of the belt, Charlotte's screams did not quiet and soon she felt her voice breaking. The pain was rising and becoming unbearable. Just as she was about to break down in sobs and begin to beg Arceneau for mercy, she felt his rough hands gently massaging her plump reddened ass. She could feel his fingers softly graze the rising welts. Her body shivered in response to the tender touches. His lips delicately acknowledged her pain, pecking softly at the blistering redness. Charlotte could feel her desire rising once again. The beating did not quell her feelings of want for this cruel man, she still eagerly wanted to please him and respond to his every command. His voice had brought her into submission and even Charlotte admitted there was no turning back.

"Mistress Charlotte, you have undergone your first round of training, received your punishment and now it is time for my reward. When I'm finished with you whore, I will bring you back to your cell where you will await being summoned for the crew."

Arceneau's voice was back to its commanding bellow that caused the walls to shake momentarily. Charlotte felt meek and exposed under this man's presence, her ass still elevated to meet his continued gaze. He seemed to be marveling at his handywork with the leather belt when his hands first parted her sore fattened cheeks.

"I'm afraid, Mistress Charlotte, that you will need to learn to enjoy this. The Captain has taken you first and therefore it is necessary that I claim my reward in other ways."

Charlotte was once again entranced with his words and failed to listen to the content of his speech. Without warning she felt her cheeks spread further and a large thumb probing at her tight rosebud. Arceneau moaned deeply as he felt it's tightness wrap around his finger. He briefly inserted a finger into her pussy, still sopping from the Captain's exploits, which had been combined with her own ever-rising juices. She yelped at the invasion and quick departure. Arceneau spread his wettened finger on her exposed asshole.

Partially in shock from the quickness of events, Charlotte was unable to respond when he first began pushing his large hardened cock against her tight passage. As the head passed the first barrier, a wave of pain shot through her body. He continued to push it in harder and a shrill scream erupted from Charlotte's mouth. His thickness was unwelcoming and pushing the walls of her ass past its tolerance point. It gripped his cock with ferocious intensity and her own scream, now culminating into a shriek, was joined with a deep moan from Arceneau. He continued to push, forcing every inch of his thickness deep inside on the first thrust.

Charlotte was reeling, continuing to scream, but his firm hands held her hips in place. Just when she was reaching her final breaking point, Arceneau stopped pushing. She felt some of the length pull out slowly, rubbing cruelly against her stretched walls. As the head began to pass through, Arceneau shoved his entire length back in. Charlotte let out another sheer cry, shocked at the increasing pain. She grabbed onto the blankets and gripped them tightly with her hands while Arceneau continued to ravage her.

As he stopped pushing and began to pull out slowly once again, Charlotte was able to recognize the wetness that was now dripping down the inside of her thigh. Her muscles were contracting and her humiliation was growing. Arceneau seemed to have noticed as well for she heard a deep chuckle erupt behind her, and a few fingers were dipped in her wetness. Her confusion was mounting -- this ruthless man was ravaging her, just as the Captain did, punishing her with pain and humiliation, but the wetness was no accident.

"You are just as the Captain told me, Mistress Charlotte, a whore who savors her punishment. You will indeed fetch a good price, I can be sure of that. It will be a pity to see you leave though, I don't think I could grow tired of that meek look on your face combined with that unspeakable feeling of lust as I continue to use you."

Another laugh exploded from Arceneau as he pushed harder into Charlotte's stretched ass. She couldn't help but continue to scream, even though she knew her cries were futile and he was probably enjoying the shrill sound. The pain was mounting, Arceneau was relentless with his pushing cock, but her scream originated from her confused frustration. His voice was continuing to persuade her, and despite the burning pain deep in her ass, she couldn't help but become wetter. He increased his thrusts, in intensity, depth and speed. The hands on her hips were gripping tighter to hold her thrashing body in place as the abuse on her virgin rosebud continued.

The pain was not dissipating and her once perfectly plump ass was becoming ravaged, beaten on the outside and fucked on the inside, close to the point of breaking. Her mind began to go black and the room was starting to spin. Charlotte felt herself at the point of passing out when she felt Arceneau's cock begin to twitch inside of her. His final thrust was deep and powerful, causing one final scream to erupt from Charlotte's throat. Arceneau joined the chorus with his deep moan of satisfaction and he released deep inside her pained ass. Her muscles, although greatly stretched, still gripped his cock as he continued to come deep inside. She felt these final twitches as her scream died down.

Arceneau pulled out slowly to reveal her reddened hole, now dripping with his seed. Her own wetness was still flowing down the inside of her thigh, which caused Arceneau to bellow again and Charlotte to shrink with humiliation. When her body began to slip off the bed, Arceneau realized that she had fainted on the final thrust. This caused a large smile to cover his face, proud of what he had done to this slut. He looked at her abused ass once again, the welts now defined and erupting in small patterns all over her ample behind.

Despite his large form, Arceneau realized he needed help to carry her back. He knocked on the door and two crew members appeared. The three of them picked up her limp body, dripping from all orifices with spit, come, and tears. They threw her back into the dark cell, on top of the mud pile Arceneau had rescued her from. She was to stay there until she awoke from her trance like dream. Arceneau smiled, hoping for her sake that she continued to sleep a while... the crew would be waiting for her to wake and soon she would be begging for him to take her away from their merciless exploits.