Amy's Algerian Anal Adventure Pt. 03

I had already seen that Lady Oakleigh enjoyed the sensations of penetration by her servants massive rod and I wondered why Johnson intended to adopt this course if his intention was somehow to take vengeance on his mistress. Perhaps he felt the indiginity of being ravished before the assembled pirates would be sufficient to repay the debt he clearly felt Lady Oakleigh owed him. It soon became clear that Johnson's intended target was not the aperture which it had been his wont to enjoy. Holding his huge black organ in his hand Johnson positioned the tip squarely in the channel between Lady Oakleigh's quivering buttocks. I could not believe it were possible that an organ of such mighty dimensions could penetrate so tight an orifice but it was clear that Johnson's intention was to sodomise his mistress.

Johnson began to press the massive bulb which was the head of his organ against the tight aperture of Lady Oakleigh's rear portal but appeared to make little headway. Lady Oakleigh began to scream with pain and attempted to shake off her assailant to no avail. Johnson continued his thrusting for some moments and then roared in frustration. Suddenly he appeared to have an idea, he pulled off his breeches entirely and walked across the saloon to a cabinet set against the wall. To my amazement he reached inside and found the silver container used by the captain and his guests for butter. Smiling Johnson carried this back to the table and took a large lump on the end of his index finger. He now proceeded to rub the butter around the tiny nether orifice of Lady Oakleigh. As he pulled the cheeks of the poor lady's buttocks apart the tiny pink rosebud was clearly visible lavishly smeared with the butter. He then continued by inserting his finger into the tight hole and worked more of the butter into its interior. He repeated this process several times until he was satisfied that tight little shaft was adequately lubricated. Now the rogue turned his attention to his own organ, generously anointing the tip with butter and rubbing further quantities along the whole length of the mighty shaft.

Lady Oakleigh obviously sensed what was coming next and moaned.

'Oh Johnson, dear Johnson. Please do not do this unspeakable thing to your mistress. Please spare me. Oh Johnson!'

At that moment Johnson once more laid siege to her ladyship's little postern gate, attacking the secret entrance with his mighty battering ram. At first he again made little headway but after a few moments appeared to have effected a partial entry as Lady Oakleigh screamed in pain. I could only imagine the agony that poor lady was suffering as her tiny aperture was stretched by the invasion of his massive head. The monster did not pause to allow his mistress to recover but continued to thrust his swollen rod further and further into her anal tract. After some moments of vigorous thrusting about two thirds of the huge member was buried between Lady Oakleigh's plump cheeks. This did not seem to satisfy the enormous black man, he was clearly intent on burying the whole mighty phallus in her bowels and continued to saw back and forth in his efforts to make further inroads. Lady Oakleigh continued to alternate between screaming for mercy and uttering the most unladylike curses on her former slave. Finally, it would appear that the monstrous pole was fully buried in her ladyship's rectum as Johnson rested with his hips firmly pushed against the cushions of his mistress's buttocks. For a moment he reached forward and caressed the plump breasts spilling out across the table, perhaps remembering former amorous encounters with his mistress. Then perhaps he remembered his true purpose in the encounter and, seizing the rosy pink tips, he cruelly squeezed them until Lady Oakleigh once more screamed in pain.

Now the ebony giant began his assault in earnest. He withdrew the huge piston of his manhood until only the tip remained embedded and then thrust the full length into her ladyship's narrow shaft. This action was repeated at first slowly but with an accelerating pace like some monstrous engine. Again and again the thick ebony spear impaled Lady Oakleigh's delicate cleft until Johnson appeared to be in a frenzy like some giant rutting beast. Lady Oakleigh who had at first screamed with pain at the vicious rending of the delicate opening of her posterior now began to moan with each thrust. Although clearly in much pain from the brutal ravishment by her servant I began to wonder whether she was also experiencing some degree of pleasure from this harsh treatment. This impression was further confirmed as Johnson uttered a loud cry and climaxed. As the dark man let his seed erupt into his mistress's bowels she moaned.

'Oh Johnson, you have truly possessed me at last.'

Once more I pondered the mystery of the relationship between these two. Having completed his act of buggery, Johnson stepped away from his mistress and put his clothes on once more. Lady Oakleigh was left slumped across the table, a sorry figure.

'Captain sir,' I said. 'Please I beg of you allow me to take Lady Oakleigh back to our cabin with my friend and permit us to attend to her.'

I had feared that Abu Qadir would allow his men to further violate Lady Oakleigh or even worse turn their attention upon Lucy and myself. I was therefore surprised when he acceded to my request.

Lady Oakleigh had collapsed from the table and now lay upon the floor. Lucy and I picked her up and carried her as best we could, accompanied by two of the pirates brandishing pistols and daggers. We staggered back to our cabin and laid her ladyship upon the spare bunk. The pirates left us but mounted a guard outside our cabin. Miss Burnley was already there upon her bunk, apparently fast asleep. I enquired softly of Lady Oakleigh whether there was anything I might do for her, she still appeared in a state of some shock and I could only imagine the sensations of pain and degradation which she must have been experiencing. Suddenly I remembered the salve from the apothecary's shop which I had used so successfully to soothe Lucy following her caning by Miss Burnley.

'Lady Oakleigh,' I said, 'I hope you will not think this indelicate. I have a wondrous salve which I obtained form our local apothecary. It can truly perform marvels in soothing wounds and soreness. I wonder whether you might permit me to apply a little to your afflicted area. Miss Lucy here will answer to its effectiveness for she has had occasion to use before now.'

'Oh yes Lady Oakleigh,' rejoined Lucy, 'I would recommend Miss Amy's salve most highly. I am sure it would offer you some relief from your...er... soreness.'

'My dears I am in the last state of agony,' announced Lady Oakleigh. 'I am sure that there is nothing to be done but I shall simply curl up and die on this ghastly ship.'

'Please your ladyship,' I insisted, 'do let me but try to offer some alleviation of your misery.'

'Very well, child,' said her ladyship.

I quickly found the little pot of salve in my case and gently rolled Lady Oakleigh onto her side so she was facing away from me. I hesitated to touch such a grand lady in so intimate a manner but resolved that there was nothing for it but to proceed. I gently pulled apart her ladyships plump buttocks and proceeded to examine the area around her little rosebud. The puckered little entrance was now swollen and bright red and gaped slightly open. To my horror a small trickle of sticky white liquid came from the entrance but this soon eased when I cleaned the tiny aperture with a cloth and some fresh water. Lady Oakleigh winced as I bathed her. I then applied some salve to the afflicted organ and she immediately pronounced this as effective in offering relief. I asked her if she desired me to apply a little of the salve internally and she assented. I therefore gingerly diped my finger into the ointment once more and began to gently insinuate my finger into her ladyship's contused little orifice. She gasped in pain as my finger explored the violated channel. I worked the ointment around the entrance as best I could and then withdrew.

'Ah Miss Amy, if I were not so sore that would be really quite agreeable.' said Lady Oakleigh to my surprise. 'I must say that salve of yours is quite marvelous and has quite entirely alleviated my distress.'

'For that I am glad, your ladyship,' I replied.

By now all of us were quite exhausted. Lady Oakleigh soon fell asleep. Lucy and I remained talking quietly for some time, speculating as to why we had been spared the dreadful ravishment meted out upon our companions and contemplating what might face us the next day.

CHAPTER 10

Amy and her companions are sold into slavery

I was awake early the next morning and rose to look out through our porthole. Land was clearly visible and I wondered whether we might be coming into a port shortly. We attempted to leave the cabin to take a little air but two pirates guarding the door indicated that we were not to leave. I signed to them that we were hungry and needed food and after some time we were brought some water, bread and dates, a curious breakfast. We were all famished and even Lady Oakleigh fell upon the food and quickly consumed it. Miss Burnley was still most distressed and sobbed constantly but Lady Oakeleigh seemed returned to her usual haughty good humour. She had found a clean dress and put it on and appeared none the worse for her ordeal of the previous day. I attempted to prevail upon Miss Burnley to employ some of my salve but she would have none of it and simply sobbed more vociferously when I suggested it.

The land I had seen came closer and it was soon apparent that we were approaching a city of some size. Houses streamed down a hillside to a port and the skyline was punctutated by the minarets of the mosques at which the Muslim peoples are wont to worship. We were soon entered into the harbour and then tied up at the quayside. The stone wall of the dock then obscured my attempts to see further and we were obliged to sit and listen to the sounds of sailors running on the deck above and shouts in a strange tongue coming from the quayside.

After what seemed an eternity our two guards ushered us onto the deck. To our amazement the entire crew was assembled on the main deck guarded by heavily armed pirates. The captain and all his men were chained like convicts. Now to my horror two pirates approached us carrying a bundle of chains. They proceeded to shackle each of us in turn with chains between our wrists and our ankles. Finally a long chain connecting Lady Oakleigh, Miss Burnley and myself was passed through our wrist chains. The two maids who had accompanied us on the voyage were now led forward and they too were shackled and joined to the ladies' chain. I could not understand why Lucy was not joined with us in this way. A pirate prodded me with his sword indicating that I should lead the others down the gangway to the quayside. I looked up to see Abu Qadir upon the poop deck.

'Captain,' I cried, 'Why is my friend, Lucy, not accompanying us as we depart form the ship?'

'Your friend will stay here with me,' said Abu Qadir. 'I have other plans for her.'

'Please Captain, sir,' I continued, 'I beg of you do not separate us. If we must go into slavery let us remain together.'

'Madame, you will go, your friend will stay. Now go!'

With that I took a last look at Lucy whose face was filled with tears. One of the pirates then forced me away at swordpoint and I led the other ladies down the gangway and onto the dock. Behind us filed the ships' crew also in chains, betrayed by their cowardly captain.

We were escorted through narrow streets by the pirates. Along the way Arab men stared and a few jeered at us in our sorry plight. We arrived at last at a gateway leading into a courtyard. Around the courtyard were many doors with barred windows. I feared that this would be our prison and was soon proved correct. One of the pirates spoke to a villainous looking Arab who unlocked one of the doors. The pirate then removed the chain linking us together but left our shackles on our wrists and ankles. One of the maids was pushed unceremoniously into the small cell behind the door. It was clear that we should have to enter voluntarily or suffer similar treatment so I led the rest of the party into the small confined space. Our gaoler then slammed the door behind us and locked it. Our new abode was a tiny room some eight feet across and perhaps twelve feet in depth. There was no light except what came through the barred opening in the door. The room was devoid of any furniture except that a wooden bench ran around three sides of the walls. I wondered what facilities might be available to answer the call of nature until I noticed a filthy bucket in the gloom in one corner of the cell. I began to wonder whether dying honourably resisting the pirates might not have been a better choice than the pitiable condition to which we were now reduced.

We spent the rest of the day in the miserable hole. The heat was unbearable; Lady Oakleigh complained incessantly and Miss Burnleigh simply sobbed inconsolably for most of the time. I conversed with the two maids who told me that they too had been violated most horribly by the pirates the day before. We had little to do but to speculate upon our fate which could only be too terrible to contemplate. Twice during the day the gaoler brought us a little food and water. I attempted to find out from him how long we would remain in this prison but he appeared to speak no English. At last night fell and we tried as best we could to sleep on the hard cramped wooden bench.

The next day there was a great bustle in the courtyard outside. Other prisoners appeared to be being chained together and marched away. Eventually our cell door was opened, we were once again lined up and chained together. I recognised some of the pirates from the ship who had come to escort us to our unknown destination. Once more we were marched through the narrow streets. Soon we arrived at a large gateway and were passed under it. We were driven along a long hallway, finally emerging into a great open chamber lit by windows high up in the walls. In the centre of this large room was a platform on which were standing a group of large black men. All around the room men in Arabic robes were standing. It quickly became apparent that this was a slave auction. The groups of men on the platform were sold and were led away to be replaced by another group.

While the bidding was going on we were watched by our pirate guards. After a few minutes Abu Qadir himself swaggered up dressed in his most magnificent apparel with even more gold and jewels sparkling on his fingers.

'Ah Mesdames et Mesdemoiselles, so glad to see you again. You are no doubt excited at the prospect of meeting your new masters,' he said.

'Captain, I beg of you,' I said. 'Please contact our families, and let them know we are alive. They would pay handsomely for our release. There is no need to sell us to these people.'

'Mademoiselle, perhaps you new master will ransom you. I cannot wait for your family to find the money. You will be sold now to finance my next voyage,' Abu Qadir replied.

'And my friend, Miss Lucy, what have you done with her?' I asked him.

'Ah, your pretty friend,' he said. 'Why, she will accompany me on my next voyage. I think the life of a pirate's wife will suit her well.'

Before I could protest further Abu Qadir moved away. The two maids were pushed forward and placed on the platform. There was much shouting and after a few moments they were pulled from the stage by two mean looking Arabs. I was barely able to shout a quick farewell before they were taken away. Lady Oakleigh was taken up to the platform next. Her purchaser appeared to be a huge corpulent gentleman who led her away accompanied by a pair of attendants. She passed me by and entreated me to take care of myself, assuring me that her son would doubtless shortly secure our release; for myself I was not so sure.

Miss Burnley was next to mount the platform and attracted the interest of several bidders. In the end the successful bidder was a benevolent looking gentleman. He permitted her to spend a few moments taking her leave of me. I had never liked my governess but I was now sorry to see her, the last of my English companions, leaving me alone in this nation of strangers.

I expected to be forced to mount the dais so that I too could be sold off like some beast. Just at that moment a clamour broke out in the assembled throng. The crowd parted and a gentleman, obviously of some importance from his clothes and the size of his entourage entered the chamber. The aforesaid gentleman was of middle years with a long dark beard, streaked with grey. He was dressed in richly coloured clothes embroidered in gold and on his head wore a turban with a magnificent brooch mounted with a large jewel, perhaps a ruby. He was attended by a number of fierce and muscular looking black servants. One held a fan to cool his master and another a parasol to shade him from the sun. The remainder were armed with spears and scimitars and appeared to form a sort of bodyguard. To my surprise this distinguished gentleman walked straight up to me and looked me in the eye. Abu Qadir came running up and bowed low before him. There was a quick conversation in Arabic of which I was unable to decipher any meaning. At the conclusion of this Abu Qadir bowed to the gentleman once more.

The pirate turned to me and said, 'This gentleman is the Grand Vizier to the Bey of Algiers. He will conduct you to your new master. Au revoir Mademoiselle et bonne chance.'

I had no opportunity to speak further for two of the large black servants seized my arms and marched me away behind the Grand Vizier and his procession. Once more we entered the narrow and labyrinthine streets but soon we emerged onto a broader throroughfare. This I could see led towards a large edifice which I assumed was the Bey's palace or citadel. High walls surmounted by towers and minarets towered above the smaller buildings of the surrounding city. As we crossed a bridge and entered through a large and ornate gateway guards came to attention for the Grand Vizier and his retinue. I wondered what fate now had in store for me in this great palace.

The procession made its way through beautiful gardens where fountains and running water cooled the heat of the North African day. We passed through a series of courtyards and gardens until we came to a large iron studded door set into a high wall. One of the attendants knocked on the door which was opened by another black servant. The Grand Vizier spoke to him briefly and he indicated that I was to follow him. To my surprise the Grand Vizier and all his entourage remained outside so I followed the black servant down a long corridor until I was ushered into a room furnished with richly upholstered divans, cushions and small tables. The sole occupant of the room to my astonishment was a fair haired woman of European appearance. I was even more surprised when she spoke to me in perfect English.

'Good day, Miss,' she said. 'I hope you have not had too tedious a journey. Would you care for a glass of lemonade?'

'Er.. yes, thank you,' was all I could stammer at first. 'But please tell me why am I here?'

'Of course, how rude of me,' said the lady. 'Let me introduce myself. My name is Miriam but I was once called Mary Onslow. You are now in the harem of His Excellency Ahmed Rashid, the Bey of Algiers. His Excellency learned of your capture by Abu Qadir and wished to meet you himself so he arranged with Abu Qadir for you to be brought to his palace.'

'You mean he bought me as his slave,' I said.

'You are here as a prospective concubine of the Bey. Should he choose you as such it would be considered by most women as a great honour.' Miriam replied.