May 1799, Gibraltar
Katherine Abington, the Viscountess Dunsbrooke, the wife of the elderly Sir Henry Latham Abington of the Foreign Office, the most beautiful woman in the small English community in Gibraltor, was not happy. She rolled to the edge of the bed, letting the sheets drop down from her breasts, and made a dramatic, pouty sigh. Lieutenant Edward Hamilton ignored her. He had pulled on his breeches and was reaching for his shirt. He stopped for a moment, not to look back at the beautiful blonde Viscountess but to stare out the window at the rich blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea.
"You have made me very angry Edward," Katherine said with feigned displeasure.
"If His Majesty the King makes me a Duke I'll come back and fuck you with the proper cock of a peer," he said, still looking out at the sea.
"I like your cock the way it is. But I've heard those stories and you are not answering me."
Hamilton turned around. He sat on the edge of the bed, his shirt was on but not yet buttoned. He reached down for his boots but could resist a quick glance at her. She was blonde, with slight curls in hair that spilled down over her shoulders. She saw him watching her and lay back, sitting back against head board and casually letting her arms reach out to either side. His eyes fell to her breasts, now almost flattened against her. If he could change anything about her body he would make those larger. Or maybe not, it seemed to suit her. She casually brought a hand to her face then brushed it down over her breasts. He laughed. She knew he loved her nipples. They sat in the center of faint areolas and came erect at the faintest touch, and they tasted so good when his tongue flicked over her. Katherine had also twisted her hip, just slightly, bringing one smooth thigh over the other. That was all right. He had seen her cunt, and from very close up, and he did like her legs. She kept her pussy hair trimmed, a style taken from the most desirable French courtesans, or so she said, and only a faint line of blonde hair graced her mound. Katherine had insisted that she had her servant make sure her pussy was well cropped every morning, though Hamilton wasn't sure he believed that.
"I've heard stories about what it is like with the pirates," she said.
"Pirates? And which pirates would that be?"
"The Barbary Pirates, you silly man." She sat up and leaned against him, her breasts against his back. "You were just there! Do they really march their slaves into the city? You must tell me!"
"Yes, I was in Tunis. Just a few months ago. A fellow officer and I assisted them with a bit of a naval matter." He pulled his boots on. Hamilton and his friend Lieutenant James Wray had been sent with orders to help the Bey of Tunis develop more modern naval techniques. The Corsairs were pirates, but with the war against France now in its sixth year, England was not choosey about allies. The mission in Tunis was not, however, what they had expected. The two officers had been given a selection of beautiful sex slaves and informed that their task was to teach the women how to crew a small brig-sloop. Hamilton and Wray had managed to instruct them in basic sail handling, though nothing very complex, and the brig-sloop (which Massih Bey had named the Cunt and they re-christened the
Rose
) had sailed reasonably well on fair weather in the enclosed waters of the Lake of Tunis. There had been one day out in the Mediterranean itself, which had lead to a chase with pirates, but Hamilton didn't like to think of that. In the end the entire affair had just been part of a palace intrigue in Tunis, but Hamilton and Wray survived and had been rewarded by the Tunisian leaders.
"Did you see beautiful slaves?"
Hamilton turned to face her, his lips near hers. "In Tunis? Oh yes, I saw some beautiful slaves in Tunis."
"I've read about the pirates and slaves in French novels." Lady Dunsbrooke was very excited, with her arms around his neck. "In the Harem, the real Harem, the Sultan's Harem, they have only the most beautiful women in the world. They live in a special part of the Topkapi Palace, with servants of their own and baths and spices and silks to make them even more beautiful."
Hamilton laughed. "Is that what you read?"
"Yes! And then the Sultan takes his pick of the most beautiful maidens, he slowly walks along and looks at each one, and the one that is chosen is bathed and prettied up and then brought to his chambers while still naked. She is told to lie down on his bed and spread her arms and legs wide for him to see her, to see all of her."
"And these maidens all keep their virtue, of course."
"Silly man, those are English novels. In the French ones... oh... they do things! The Sultan ties the slave to the bed with cords made of the softest, whitest silk. He takes his time, leaning over to kiss her body, so gently, as he moves around the bed."
"That sounds like a fine story, Katherine." He touched her lightly. "I must be going to my ship."
"Is that what you were looking at out there? Your ship? Silly Edward! That window faces east, all those the ships are to the west."
"Yes, well..." Hamilton hesitated.
"Do you really have to go to your ship? So soon?"
"I do. I must report to the frigate
Ariadne
today. I'm Third Lieutenant, in case you want to know the rank of the cock that just slid into your cunt."
"You men are all alike with your ships and horses and cannon, you go there and ignore all of...this."
He watched her slide on hand down towards her pussy. Hamilton leaned over and pushed her down on the bed, his hand slipping down around her breasts and then down farther, where he rested it on hers as she touched her mound.
"She is a very beautiful ship," he said. "With such fine lines, a well set rake to her masts, and with sails that spread wide for the wind."
Katherine spread her legs. He moved his hand under hers and slid it over her slit. "And you prefer this ship to me?"
"You won't hang me if I desert you."
She laughed, putting her hand on his and grinding it into her pussy. "Tell me about the pirates, Edward."
He pulled his hand away and stood up, ignoring her frown, and picked up his waist coat.
"Edward! Now tell me how the Sultan fucks his slaves."
"The Sultan is in Istanbul. I was in Tunis."
"Tell me how they fuck slaves in Tunis! Tell me how you fucked slaves."
"I'm start to think, Lady Dunsbrooke," said Hamilton with a smile, "that you let me into your chambers just to hear about the beautiful pleasure slaves of Tunis."
"You are right, Lieutenant Hamilton. Well...perhaps that was not the only reason. Now tell me!"
He picked up his waist coast, looked back at her. What the hell? He dropped it back down on the floor.
"Yes, Edward! You can go to your ship later."
"Do you want to hear about the slaves?" He said as he moved back to the bed. He climbed on top of her and pinned her arms down on the bed. "Newly captured slaves are first marched into the city. I saw this myself, long rows of young women, all naked or clutching to what little was left of their clothes. The slaves are brought from the quays, their chains clanking, as people stop and watch. Now, some of these people are just looking, while others, a few of them, look at the slaves and plan their bids, thinking of how much they have to spend, and what they can do with a pretty sex slave; they can bind her, they can make her suck cock, they can flog or spank her, and, of course, they can fuck her."
"Ooo... I like this. Tell me more!"
"The slaves are lined up inside the market, in an enclosed courtyard. Now only those men who have the means to actually buy are allowed close to these beauties. These men walk up and down the line of women. They stop. They look very carefully. Sometimes a man will reach out and touch a slave here and here and here," as he spoke he touched Katherine's lips, her nipples and then her pussy. "The frightened slaves have to let the men touch them, they must obey everything or they are punished by one of the overseers using a stinging whip made from a bull's penis."
"I have read about that!"
"When a man finds a women that makes his cock hard without lightening his wallet too much, he haggles with the merchant. Perhaps she is too much, though, and he will forget her forever as he moves to inspect another. Or perhaps, for a few silver coins, the slave is sold. She is his property, ready to be used and fucked in any way that pleases him."
"Mmm... oh yes, I want to hear more!"
"In the palace some slaves are stripped naked and put in cages. Small cages. Now, where I stayed in Tunis, each of the household slaves -- and they were all very pretty -- had to spend a few hours in these cages every week. Sometimes the slaves would just sit, but at other times, if I man happened by who was liked the look of one or more of these women, he would take them from the cages and use them in the Pearl Room."
"Were they golden cages?"
"Of course," Hamilton lied.
"And do they fuck them in the Pearl Room?"
"Eventually. First the slaves are bound, either to the wall or the ceiling or suspended from poles. The man will explore and touch the slave. He might spank her. He might strike her ass with a cane or even crack a whip across her bare back. Then, after all that, he would fuck her."
"Do that to me."
Hamilton sat up. "I only have the cock of a commoner, Madame."
"Fuck me again! Fuck me like a slave in the Pearl Room."
Hamilton looked around the room as he pulled his boots off. The house that Lady Dunsbrooke had was by no means the largest in Gibraltar, but it was very lavish in its detail. The bed had four large posts from which a delicate flowered silk canopy was hung. Hamilton reached for it and pulled down a long length of silk.
"Oh! Edward!"
Hamilton yanked the sheet from the bed, leaving her totally naked and exposed. He took hold of her arm and flipped her over onto her stomach and then pulled back her arms. He bound her wrists with the torn silk.
"You are a sex slave now, Katherine the sex slave," he said, "and you will call me master."
"Oh! Oh yes..."
He spanked her ass hard.
