Danielles Dark And Dirty Dreams

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Chapter 1: Danielle meets Natalie

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"I've never been to a therapist before," I say. "What happens next?"

"You make yourself comfortable and tell me about yourself," replies Natalie, the young therapist.

I settle on the well padded leather couch and look at the smartly dressed woman with long slender legs. Natalie can't be much older than me. She seems far too young to be a qualified therapist, but the framed certificates on the wall say otherwise.

"Um. I'm Danielle. I'm twenty-four years old. A year ago I inherited my parents three-hundred square kilometre ranch, and enough wealth to keep me comfortable for the rest of my life. I suppose I have everything that I need, which means that you are probably wondering why I'm here."

"So, why have you sought my help?" prompts Natalie.

"Sally... she's my personal assistant... badgered me into making an appointment to see you."

"I see. One of your employees told you that you needed therapy, and you simply complied?"

"Yes. Well. Sally can be very persuasive. And she's more of a friend than an assistant. A really good friend. We've known each other since childhood. Anyway, the truth is, I'm bored to tears. I don't get full control of my inheritance until I turn twenty-five in three months time. The family lawyers have appointed four managers to run the ranch in the meantime. All I'm expected to do is to attend boring meetings... sorry, board meetings, twice a week. I'm not allowed to make any major decisions, not that I know enough about running a ranch to be trusted with anything like that. My brother was groomed to inherit the ranch, not me. I was the pretty wallflower to be married off as a trophy wife to some rich guy. Thereafter, confining my duties to producing and caring for a brood of kids."

"You said that your brother was groomed to inherit your ranch. How come you inherited it instead?"

"My parents and brother died in a helicopter crash on the ranch just over a year ago."

"Ah! My condolences. The file your doctor gave me doesn't mention your loss. Do you miss your family much?"

"I suppose I should say 'yes', but we were never a close knit family. I was packed off to boarding school as soon as I was old enough. That's where I met Sally. We shared the same dormitory at school. We were both sent to summer camp during the holidays. When Sally and I graduated we left to do voluntary service overseas. That ended abruptly when my parents and brother died."

"Which school did you attend?" asks Natalie.

"The Roderick Whipple Academy for Young Ladies," I reply.

"I don't believe I've heard of that school. What was it like?"

"Okay, I guess. Most girls passed their exams with good grades. The school teams excelled in several sports. The social life wasn't so great, but we rarely had time for any of that."

"What about discipline? I hear that some boarding schools can be something of a riot with students running wild."

"Oh that would never be tolerated at the Academy. The girls all called the school 'The Rod and Whip Academy for Obedient Girls', and it's a nickname that is fully justified."

"I see. How did you feel about having to return home early? Do you miss doing the voluntary service?"

"I miss the friends I made, and obviously I would have preferred to come home in different circumstances. However my four year assignment had only a few months left to run, so I would have needed to return home soon in any case."

"And when did Sally become your assistant?"

"The family lawyer recommended that I hire an assistant. By that time, Sally had completed her voluntary service and was on her way home. She was my first choice."

"Hmm. So what do you do when you are not attending board meetings?"

"Not much. I daydream a lot. That's why Sally persuaded me to come here."

"Tell me about these daydreams."

I take a deep breath and introduce her to my alter-egos; Emerald, Ruby and Sapphire.

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Chapter 2: Emerald and the Prince's Betrayal

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"Have you never seen a naked woman chained to the mast of a ship before?" I shout to the sailors as the warm summer rain washes across the deck of the two masted sailing ship.

My moment of defiance causes a ripple of laughter before the bosun orders his men back to work. I'm left to my shameful thoughts and my undeniable arousal. How did the daughter of a king end up in this situation?

For over forty years there has been peace between Tessal and our neighbours. The local merchants grew fat and rich from trading with the many ships visiting our harbour. Our army grew fat and lazy from having to do nothing. And our nobles simply grew fat. Then things suddenly changed. An upstart warlord violently seized power in a nearby kingdom and promptly crowned himself king. Then he set about expanding his new realm. Our tiny kingdom was one of several coveted by the self appointed King Mathias. We were unprepared for the war which followed. Fortunately there were ancient treaties with our neighbours to provide for mutual defence. Since our neighbours were also threatened by Mathias, those treaties were honoured. My father lead his pitiful troops into battle alongside his allies.

The war was mercifully short and not particularly bloody. I don't think anybody really won. King Mathias won a small piece of territory from a neighbouring kingdom, but his army was heavily outnumbered and so his ambitions were curtailed... at least for the time being. At sea it was another matter. Mathias's pirate friends blockaded our harbour causing much pain to the local merchants' wallets. A peaceful solution was quickly sought.

Our biggest loss was the death of my father. Not on the battlefield, but in the tavern afterwards where it is said that during the 'victory' celebrations he became so drunk that he took it into his head to give a demonstration of leaping onto his horse from the tavern's upstairs window. His stunt might have worked had he remembered to include a horse in the performance.

My elder half-brother, Ethelred, is now king. His first task was to remind me and my 20 year old brother, Francis, that our only value to his kingship are as instruments to secure alliances and peace. It was a cruel thing to say while we were still grieving for our father. However, I've known for years that one day I would be married to some foreign prince to secure an alliance through marriage.

The peace treaty between King Mathias, Ethelred, and the pirate sea-lord seems to satisfy my brother's desire to use Francis and I as the instruments he spoke about. More than likely, he simply wants us out of the way, and the peace treaty provides him with a golden opportunity to be rid of us.

"King Mathias and I have reached an understanding which should ensure peace between us for the foreseeable future," announces Ethelred to Francis and me. "He and his pirate sea-lord will be arriving tomorrow to receive what I promised them as our part of the bargain."

"What have you promised them?" asks Francis, never being the quickest thinker in our family.

"Why, you and your sister," laughs Ethelred. "The pair of you will be leaving here tomorrow. I suggest you go and make your preparations."

I ponder my fate. What sort of man is this King Mathias? And the pirate? The rumours about Mathias are dire, but my father told me that rumours started during wartime are rarely accurate. Nevertheless, I feel a twinge of nerves at the prospect of being alone with a man who was our enemy only a few weeks ago. If what I've heard about the two of them is correct then he and his pirate friend represent the bottom of the barrel when it comes to the human race.

The next morning Francis and I are summoned to the Great Hall. Ethelred is sat on his throne surrounded by many of our city's prominent citizens, and an array of guards trying to look fearsome. Apparently King Mathias and his pirate have arrived, and they are waiting in the ante-chamber to be admitted into Ethelred's presence. Ethelred tries, and fails, to exert some authority by having his guests wait longer than necessary. Finally Mathias and the pirate are summoned to the Great Hall and greeted with a fanfare of trumpets. Francis and I are made to wait on one side of the throne while Ethelred makes a pompous speech of welcome to his visitors. Mathias responds by belching and scratching his balls.

I go weak at the knees at the sight of King Mathias. The rumours about him must surely be false. He is a man in his late-twenties, so he must be about five years older than me. His bare chest and arms ripple with muscles, and his tiny leather kilt doesn't leave much to the imagination. He has the looks of a classic barbarian warrior. A good looking one at that. He has left his weapons outside, although his leather belt holds sheaths for an array of weapons. Fully armed he would be a one man army.

"Where's the fuck toy you promised me?" says Mathias in an accent that grates on my ears.

"Here," replies Ethelred pointing in the direction of Francis and me.

"Looks a bit scrawny, but I suppose it'll have to do."

"I am not scrawny," I shout out, angry at being referred to as a fuck toy.

"Silence, woman," snaps Ethelred.

"Ha, ha, ha!" laughs Mathias. "Does this green eyed beauty think she's the one you promised me? What a joke! Sorry, darling, but you are the wrong gender for my tastes. Now this young man here might show some promise once we build up his muscles."

"And what do you intend to do with my brother?" enquires Ethelred.

"You mean apart from make good use of his arse," laughs Mathias, "The oarsman in my personal galley are all former kings and nobles of my vassal states. When I don't require him to please my cock, your brother will spend the rest of his miserable life chained to an oar. He'll be in good company though. The former king of my land is already used to his new life. Ha, ha ha!"

"I never agreed to be your vassal," replies Ethelred, belatedly realising that he's perhaps gone too far in agreeing to hand over Francis.

"Oh but you will be if you value your life," sneers Mathias. "Pay the tribute I demand each year and you can keep your little kingdom. Otherwise, you can join your brother."

"You can't do this, Ethelred!" cries Francis as two guards force him towards Mathias. "I'm your brother."

Unfortunately, as king, Ethelred has the authority to do anything he likes with his subjects. And for whatever reason, he's chosen to buy his kingdom's existence for a while longer by sacrificing his brother. I become genuinely fearful what whatever Ethelred has planned for me.

"We are done for now, Ethel," says Mathias, deliberately misspeaking his name. "I'll leave you to settle your debt with the captain here." Mathias marches Francis out of the room to the shocked mutterings of the gathered crowd.

"Silence!" snaps Ethelred, quickly restoring order once Mathias has left with my hapless brother.

The gathered crowd is unhappy but complies with Ethelred's order. The only person in the room who seems unaffected by the events that have just unfolded, is the pirate lord who entered with Mathias.

"Captain Jack," says Ethelred turning his attention to the waiting man. "Or do we address you as One-eyed Jack? Isn't that the name you go by upon the high seas?"

"Either name will do, my lord," replies Captain Jack. "Do you have the gold that I've been promised?"

"Unfortunately wars are expensive and I've inherited a treasury which is somewhat depleted of gold," lies Ethelred.

"Your kingdom's treasury is reputed to have gold in abundance," growls Captain Jack. "Do you intend to cheat me of my payment? You might regret doing that when my ship continues to plunder every merchant ship trying to reach your harbour."

"I have no intention of cheating you, Jack," replies Ethelred. "I am just proposing an alternative method of payment. One which may interest you."

"Gold interests me. Anything else you give me will need to be converted into gold, so you will need to pay extra to cover my expenses."

"Fifty slaves; male and female, young, fit and healthy. They should cover the amount I owe in tribute," replies Ethelred. "I hear the markets in Puskin are offering top price for slaves at the moment."

"That is true. But fifty slaves only covers the amount I've been promised. What about my expenses in shipping these slaves to market. Nor does your offer allow for my time and trouble. I need something extra."

"Very well," smiles Ethelred, satisfied that his proposal hasn't been rejected out of hand. "To recompense you for your trouble, I give you my sister."

"I have no need of a wife," replies Jack. "The sea is my mistress. My ship is the only woman I'll ever love."

"There is no need to marry her. Fuck her to your heart's content and then sell her with the others."

"What kind of man are you that sells his brother and sister into slavery," growls Captain Jack. "I am no angel myself, and I've met men worse than me. But you sink lower than the worst of them."

"Mind your tongue, One-eyed Jack," snaps Ethelred. "Or you will be No-eyed Jack before long. Ha, ha, ha!"

"And you will be joining your brother behind an oar if you cross with me, my lord," replies Captain Jack calmly. "Where do I find these slaves that you speak of. I will inspect them before I agree to your terms."

"They are down by the dockside ready to board your ship," replies Ethelred. "Take my sister with you. I would hate for you to miss the next tide."

I would struggle and try to run away if for one moment I thought it would bring me my freedom. But my chances of escape are zero. I meekly allow Captain Jack to lead me from the Great Hall. Our departure is made to the angry mutterings among the gathered crowd. Whether they are for my plight, or for the fifty men and women who have undoubtedly been rounded up in secret and stripped of their Tessal citizenship.

I feel humiliated as I follow Captain Jack. He's taken the precaution of tying a rope around my neck and he's leading me like animal. We reach his ship and I see the human misery and despair my brother has created. The fifty slaves are all chained in a coffle. All are as Ethelred described, young, fit and healthy. The youngest little more than eighteen and the oldest no more than thirty. I dread to think about their individual misfortunes that resulted in them being here.

"The palace guard who brought this lot said they were our cargo," reports a sailor to his captain. "I've inspected them. They're all clean and healthy. No diseases or deformities that I can see. Should fetch a good price in the south."

"Hmmph," replies Captain Jack. "Get them into the hold and make sure we have enough provisions to reach Puskin."

"What about this one?" asks the sailor, pointing to me.

"I'll take care of her," replies the captain, leading me on board his ship and into a small cabin in the stern.

"Hmmm. Well Emerald, you and I shall become better acquainted on our journey south. What becomes of you at the end largely depends on how well we get on. Any questions?"

"My name isn't Emerald. It's..."

"Emerald is your name now," snaps the captain. "Now, I repeat. Any questions?"

"Why do they call you One-eyed Jack?" I ask, realising that the captain has two perfectly good eyes.

"Because when we are at sea I keep one eye on my ship and one eye on the beautiful woman I keep chained to the main mast."

"Is that what you intend to do to me?"

"I haven't decided. There are several delectable beauties in my hold who may want that privilege."

"You seriously contemplate keeping the daughter of a king chained naked to the ship's mast?"

"Naked?!? I didn't say anything about you being naked. But it's a nice thought. Are you sure you haven't done this sort of thing before?"

Oh shit! I've heard such tales before and my ever active mind has fantasised about being in that position, never dreaming that it might come true.

"You wouldn't dare," I reply.

So that is how I come to be in this position; naked and with my wrists shackled behind me around the mast. Captain Jack hasn't even allowed me to wear a loin cloth. My body is exposed to the lustful stares of the crew. Only the steady rain and the bosun's sharp tongue prevent the crew from lingering at the sight of my pert tits and rock hard nipples. It's as well that the rain disguises the juices trickling from my cunt.

But Captain Jack isn't deterred by the rain or the bosun. More than once he has come over to where I am chained and run his hands over my weakly resisting body. Now I long for another feel of his hands between my legs. Time after time he has brought me to the ecstatic heights no woman should be made to show in public. Like some backstreet whore, my body has played to his tune until orgasm after orgasm has racked through me. But so far his cock has remained firmly inside his trousers. I just wish that for once he would claim my virginity as he is entitled to do. At last he seems ready to do so. Standing to the side of me he reaches down and places a warm firm item in my hand.

"Do you know what this is for?" comes the question.

I feel the object carefully. It's a bar of soap! Huh?

"Stop daydreaming, Danielle. Finish your shower, or you'll be late for the board meeting!" says Sally, my long suffering personal assistant.

I groan in disappointment. Just as my fantasy was getting to the interesting stage I get interrupted. But Sally is right. I mustn't be late for the meeting. So farewell Captain Jack. I hope we meet again. And soon.

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Chapter 3: Ruby and Pirate Captain

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"Is this better for you, wench?" asks the ship's captain, as he tears my bodice open, freeing my tits from their tight prison.

I immediately regret complaining about my stained dress. The captain isn't the least bit interested in the state of my clothes, and I realise he is about to resolve my problem by simply ripping them from my body. I cringe at the closeness of his body. His strong manly smell from the sweat on his bare chest competes with the reek from those around me. Not that the smell around us seems to bother the captain as he kneads my tits and pinches my nipples. I feel ashamed that his attentions are making my nipples as hard as iron.

One-eyed Jack is no stranger to me, nor are many of the crew of the Red Hawk. Captain Jack was a frequent patron of the inn where I work... or rather, worked. I've a horrible feeling I'll never see the Banded Parrot Inn again. Nobody knows for certain how the inn acquired its name, since there are no parrots, banded or otherwise, native to Tessal. The inn is more commonly known as the Dead Parrot.

Working for Groat at the Dead Parrot would never be any girl's first choice of employment. But he at least provided me with a home and work when I had neither. Ever since I turned eighteen, I've waited tables and served drinks at the Dead Parrot. Six years of service. The inn is always popular with sailors and dock workers who frequent the bustling harbour nearby. They aren't the most considerate of people, particularly towards the serving wenches. Being slapped, spanked, groped and fondled all go with the territory. I've lost count of the number of hand jobs and blow jobs I've given while kneeling on the floor under one of the tables.

Groat left it up to me to decide whether I joined the whores who worked upstairs. The whores provide the inn's wealthier customers with more intimate services that I cannot provide under the tables in the public bar. I've been tempted to join them when business is slow and the tips from waiting tables have been meagre. But I've stood my ground, waiting for my dashing hero who will sweep me off my feet and take me away to exotic lands. Now it looks like I'm off to some exotic land, but not in the style which I dreamed about.