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Chapter 3
Suddenly someone grabbed me and carried me down the stairs. I saw it was my guardian, and I screamed at him to let me go. He pushed me into my cabin and locked the door behind me. In despair I threw myself on the bed and prayed like I had never prayed before.
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Chapter 4
Soon I was utterly naked. Men took away my garments and I stood alone, in the center, my arms and hands vainly attempting to cover myself. Now I had never given a great deal of thought about my physical appearance, but from the comments... |
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Chapter 5
His kiss was nothing like William's. William was always soft and gentle. The Red Devil was rough and rude, but very passionate. His beard felt strange against my face, but I liked the smell of it...
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Chapter 6
I realized my buttocks were sore and that reminded me of how I had been displayed before all the men I felt even more embarrassed when I thought of the pirate captain, the Red Devil. I could feel myself growing aroused just thinking about him |
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Chapter 7
I stood in a tub at the bow of the ship while the cabin boy filled it with buckets of sea water pulled from shipside. I obediently held my hands over my head as he poured the cold water over my body. I tried to ignore all the gawkers in the rigging and around the deck.
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Chapter 8
But now the captain was biting the nipples and sucking on my breasts. But even while he had one breast in his mouth his hand continued to massage and squeeze the other. It was a heavenly and intoxicating feeling. My sex was incredibly wet. |
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Chapter 9
I raced back to the captain and kissed his feet, dripping hot tears on his legs, wordlessly begging for mercy. But the Red Devil grew angry and shouted at me and in an even deeper shame I circled the room once again, wandering near the men along the edges of the room, looking at their feet...
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Chapter 10
"It is not the pain that I enjoy, exactly. It is the pleasure, the unbelievable desire of my sex. The pain prolongs the pleasure and makes it more intense. When there is enough pain the pain becomes a pleasure of its own, but only as a substitute for the pleasure... |
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Chapter 11
After the bath he stretched me out on the deck and massaged that wonderful ointment into my raw flesh. As he delicately worked on my buttocks he leaned across my legs and his leg brushed against mine. I felt his hard cock touch my thigh and I winced at the surge in my sex. I felt him pause and I knew he had felt it too and wondered what he thought. |
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Chapter 12
The honey tickled as it dripped off my body and I felt stimulated in several places at once. But soon the honey began to dry and I could already begin to feel the tightening of the skin surrounding my lower lips. The sensation was so close to a tickle or an itch I could not help but moan in self-pity and beg for some kind of release. |
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Chapter 13
He possessed a touch of kindness, an inner love that I saw was far more real and practical than my own. He was physically handsome and a fierce warrior. I knew he would fight to his dying breath to protect his men, and yet at the same time, if the situation warranted it...
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Chapter 14
I stood with tears rushing down my face and turned to the Red Devil. I bowed low, as gracefully as I could manage, and said, "I love you, Master." The Red Devil smiled at me, and it was the smile of a friend... |
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