Message-ID: <4888eli$9710151353@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: lordshon@aol.com (Lord Shon) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Stacy's Voyage {humor, bond, m/ff} Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971014213800.RAA08900@ladder01.news.aol.com> I wrote this story after reading one too many romance novels that hinted at bondage. I also wrote it by request for a freind who loves this theme. Visit my site at http://members.aol.com/LordShon/index.html to tell me what I can do to make this story or future ones better. Stacy's_Voyage By this guy called Shon The words of the defeated Captain were not reassuring in the least. Stephanie Babbcock (Stacy to her closest aquaintances) listened impatiently as the Merchantship Captain explained that the capture of their ship by the infamous pirate, Sea Tiger, was not a matter to be concerned with. He furthur explained that this Sea Tiger was a political pirate who despised the English but was gentleman enough to merely rob them, no harm should come to any of them. Stephanie was skeptical, to say the least. Her upbringing included a very thorough education on ruffians, highway rakes, and pirates. In this education she knew her virtue was up for the plundering and that she would likely never see her fiancee Sir Darren Michaels again. She could never marry into his family, as a woman of questionable virtue, which meant she surely would never be allowed into such an advantagous match... "It's not fair!" she stamped her foot. They were ordered to the deck to be accounted for. Stephanie marched with angry indignity to join the rest of the crew while the pirates searched their quarters. She stood among the crew, angry to have been subitted to such an outrage, and terrified of the possiblity of being reft of her future; just then, HE came on board. That he was so tall; captured her first thoughts. She had never seen a man so well over six feet tall before. He could have stepped off Michelangelo's pedastel, he was so defined in form. she had seen powerful men before but only with the layer of fat that comes from the comforts of life. Sea Tiger had never seen an easy day's work, and his body showed it in his shape, resembling that of a beast from the darkest of jungles. Smooth curves of muscles, large bulges of prowess and power carved on a frame much larger and more perfect than perhaps a woman could imagine. Then, his glorious mane of hair caught the light. So golden was it that it seemed to capture and command the sun. Stephanie was breathless as she watched a strand, caught by the wind, whip across his chest, teasing the opening of his shirt. Blushing under the sun, Stephanie realized his impossibly blue eyes were peering intently at her, but then she thought surely she was imagining it. Avoiding his face, she noticed his stance commanded repect, the way only true men of power do. He strode onto the deck, an easy smile on his face. Offering a crude joke to the captured Captain, he clapped a few men on the back and waited as the treasure was brought forth from the belly of the ship. Stephanie's heart raced as he bent down and flipped open a chest so easily, a job usually requiring the strength of two. The sun was torn over which should glory in its shine more, teh gold, or Sea Tiger. When he was done checking the gold, he stood and surveyed the captured crew. "Is this everything before we leave?" Stephanie would never be sure why she pushed through the crew like a wonton maid. She would never be sure why she tore the pins out of her long brown hair and let it fall indecently about her shoulders and face. Not even much later would she understand why she even tore the top laces covering her bosom dress as she approached the infamous pirate captain. "Not everything!", she pronounced with hands on hips. The crew was shocked! The pirates were even speechless; all but the Tiger. He walked slowly to her, tilted her chin up to his face and penetrated her soul with those burning sapphire eyes. Quietly somehow, with the roaring sea behind him, she heard him whisper: "If you come with me you will never again know your the life you kew before. If you turn from me now I will let you go in peace. Choose now lady fair." Her lips trembled. She is unsure of what she has said, but does not complain when scooped up into his arms to the rowdy cheers of his men. Like a new bride he carries her to his ship, she clinging to him and burying her face in his incredibly broad chest. Her heart racing she is carried to his quarters and gently set down upon his bed. She was here andcould never go back now. She raised her face up to meet his and could only stare blankly as he leaned down to kiss her on the lips. She was stock still as his mouth tenderly plying hers, awoke an unknown fire deep within her. She drowned, she died, and she was reborn in that first kiss. Finally he lifted his head and broke the kiss, Stephanie made a mewling sound she had only heard in cats. "Ahem." Stephanie jumped. Sea Tiger softly chuckled. The woman who entered the room rattled Stephanie deeply. She was very petite, almost like a china doll. Her long black hair curled to her waist and spilled over her shoulders trying vainly to cover her firm, round, bare breasts. Little jeweled clamps pinched her nipples in a way that looked painful, yet also seemed to accented them like earrings would an ear. The green of her eyes glowed from under dark lashes, the kind of lashes that made men pant and women scream of injustices to the heavens. The dark haired wench walked into the room with a sway that spoke of indecent famialrity unabashedly enjoyed. This, Stephanie thought, was what her mother had referred to as a scarlet woman. "My name is Dierdre you silly little slut and you had better learn your place, and soon!" Tiger laughed heartily but grabbed Dierdre by the waist and pulled her tightly to him. "I will not have you, or any woman claiming me Deirdre. I belong to no one and you two had better learn this, and quickly. I will take as I please, and you will both do as I say, to the letter, or so help me God you will learn the error of incurring my wrath.", Tiger said with intent. Both women were quiet. Only their eyes betraying their animosity for one another. Sea Tiger sat on his chair and gestured toward Stephanie. She approached, and at his bidding knelt. From a small jewelry box he produced another pair of clamps similar to the ones Dierdre wore. Stephanie looked at them woth wide eyes, but was eager to compete with Dierdre. At his bidding she unlaced her bodice till her soft breasts were exposed, fair skin glowing in the lamplight. She was proud of the way he held them as though they were as fragile as a Sparrow's eggs. She bit her lips as the clamps grabbed hold of her nipples. Like fire it was...but it also was as if someone had connected a line from her breasts to her most secret secret place. She had little time to think of this as he spoke again to her. "Your name My Lady?", he asked directly. "Stephanie", she softly replied. "No...that is too lengthy, I think I would prefer... Stacy. Yes, you shall be called Stacy from this day on." "What?", she declared haughtily. Tiger sprang to his feet and to the sounds of Deirdre's laughter he stripped her quickly and with more knowldege than was appropiate for a man to have. Tossing her clothes to the corner and grabbing her by the wrists he brought her back to his chair and slung her across his knees. All this he did with a quiet smile and grim satisfaction. Naked and utterly at a loss for words she laid limp in embarrased silence across his lap. Her hair over her shoulders she was very aware of her ample breasts hanging just over his legs, clamped nipples swinging freely. Stacy was even more aware of her warm sex pressing against his other leg. In the span of a few minutes she had gone from Stephanie of the respectable, if not wealthy, family Babbcock to an ashamed Stacy touching a man in the most indecent way she could have imagined. Stacy quickly came to know which she preferred.... "Deirdre, come here and assist me. Do you feel the soft curve of her buttocks? Notice the way she moves from your touch like it were burning her? Do you see how easily my hands cup her breasts, and how quickly her nipples harden like small cherries under my little toys? To see a woman chained at her nipples is to truly possess a her. Stacy, will you grant me a small request?", Tiger inquired. "Anything, My Lord!", she replied shamelessly. Dierdre sat before Stacy's face. Sitting crosslegged with her skirt open to her naked crotch she smiled wickedly at Stacy. Her eyes flashed with undisguised malice as she anticipated the Sea Tiger's request. "As you lay across my knee I want you to kiss Dierdre.", he instructed Stacy. "But ........she's a woman!!!", Stacy proclamed with horror. "Refusing me would not be wise..." Stacy cried out as Tiger's large callused hand came down on her bare bottom with a mighty 'SLAP!'. The sting traveled her body as he spanked her again. The second blow was harder and she became afraid. She struggled but Dierdre grabbed hold of her wrists and restrained her as the Sea Tiger covered her fair cheeks with sharp blows. She became aware of her buttocks in a way she had never before known. Her bottom grew warm and she knew it was reddening like rouge. As he continued his blows, never repeating a spot exactly , she knew that this magnificent Adonis was looking at her, and for a brief moment only her. She became hotter and her legs sought purchase. The blows rained down and without any concious thought she pressed that moist part of herself against his leg. Every slap thrust his leg against her hot, moist Delta. Every stroke of his hand was a disguised stroke to her female organ. Deirdre became aware of her quickened breathing and was about to warn Sea Tiger, whensuddenly, it was too late. A long moan interrupted the Tiger's enjoyment. His hand stopped as he became aware of the wetness spreading on his thigh. He watched Stacy slump across his lap as the heat emanated from both the back and front of her body. He laughed at the way she had made the most out of his punishment. "SLUT!!!", Dirdre cried as she got up and tried to slap Stacy. Sea Tiger's hand shot out and caught Dierdre's just in time, and glared at Dierdre till she made soft pleading noises. "Stacy?", Tiger whispered. "Hmmm?" "Kiss Dierdre now, so I do not have to deal with this cat-fighting any more." "Ah..I mean...Hmm?", she mumbled in a bit of a daze. Exasperated he stood, dumping Stacy uncerimoniously to the ground, beside a fuming Deirdre, as he stormed around the room pondering the problems with women. He paused at the bed with a fierce look of determination. Grabbing Stacy first, he laid her on the bed and with some lengths of rope, he tied her spread eagled to the four posts. Her body stretched and exposed to the sun coming through the windows , she winced as her tender rear came in contact with the Tiger's bed. Sea Tiger then snatched up a squealing Deirdre and tied her atop Stacy with one crucial difference, Stacy was facing with Dirdre's femininity as Dirdre was facing Stacy's. Laying there with this beautiful woman on top of her, Stacy was aware of an odd stirring. To feel the long hair of her antagonist between her thighs was very distracting, and she was suprised to find, was causing her to become wet again. She was not suprised to see Deidre's sex already glistening with moisture. Tiger climbed onto the bed from Stacy's side and released his organ. Memories of Stacy's fiancee vanished as she marvelled at Tiger's proud manhood. The thick proud member stirred the fire in Stacy already stoked by the sensation of Dierdre's hair on her wet pubes. As she writhed with an undefineable anticipation, it ground the jewelled clamps against her fellow captive, driving her to heights of frustration she had never known. Dierdre, too, was wriggling in expectant excitement. Tiger approached her with large cock exposed, angling so that it was very near her soft sweet lips. She opened her mouth instinctively, her toungue darting out, craving something she could not identify. She tasted him.... the salt.... the flesh.... the sheer maleness of his cock. She felt a self-satisfied pleasure as he groaned from obvious pleasure. Her tongue wrote him sonnets ...her lips sang melodies of love ....she adored all there was to him through her mouth. He pulled away from her enticements, and entered Deirdre's sex, just bare inches inches from her face. She looked on in envy as his swelling cock entered her ...filling the petite woman with what should be hers. Dierdre squirmed on top of her as Tiger slowly thrust inside her. With a wanton urge, Stacy's toungue snaked out to caress Tiger's globes, rejoicing in his obvious plesasure once again. She was aching with pleasure, only to have it brought to unbearable levels, as the works of Tiger on Dierdre only caused the clamps to rub her more insistantly. Watching his cock....feeling Dierdre's body arch and move .....being bound herself not even able to use her hands...Stacy feared for her sanity. Her heart rejoiced as her Tiger left off his pleasuring of Dierdre, and walked around to the other side of the bed. Dierdre's pleas made it clear she had not reached satisfaction, and this warmed a jealous place in Stacy's heart. She heard the unrequited moaning stop short as Dirdre's mouth was filled with Sea Tiger's thich member. As he thrust into her mouth Stacy felt her own exictement grow knowing what would come next for herself. After what seemed an eternity she heard Dierdre's cry of dissappointment once again and was in exstacy as Tiger's entered her. Long, slow thrusts filled an unbefore explored emptiness deep within her, very, very deep. Tears ran down her cheeks uncontrolled as she was swept away in a swirl of sensation unlike anything she could ever have imagined. Tiger slowly entered her parting her lips gently as though she were beyond value, beyond beauty, something that was priceless in every way. His rough hands were unexpectedly soft as he plyed her flesh his thumb rotating on her pleasure center. It was as though her was worshipping her body in the only way a man could. She rode waves of pleasure coming ever closer to the shores of that indescribable fulfillment. Sea Tiger groaned, almost carried away, untill he heard Dierdre's outraged scream. Remembering himself, and the situation he had devised, he realized he must stop, painful though it was to pull himself away from Stacy's incredible body, and all the wonders it had revealed. "Now ladies, here is your dilemma. I am going to the chair and plot our next course. If you desire any more pleasure you have each other, if you can stop squabbling that is.", Tiger chuckled and true to his word he went to his desk. Stacy was confused. How could they give each other pleasure? Her question was answered, as she felt a gentle almost tenative mouth approached her wetness. Stacy's eyes clenched at this most forbidden pleasure. Like a dream she felt the waves come again, fighting the sensations coming from the mouth of her enemy. Lips on lips... hot breath on open thighs... tongue lapping eagerly... mouth hungrily feeding... her hard jewel being suckled... the heat of her mound being consumed by the hotter heat of the mouth of joy... Shame washed away. Stacy was in paradise. Realizing the release Dierdre was affording her, she knew she could do no less that the same. With hesitation, she tasted thet woman's wet dark lips and was suprised to find it almost sweet. The musky scent of her delta made it an almost beastial craving. Dierdre's body writhed at Stacy's attentions, pressing hard against her mouth. Soft moans escaping the lips of both women. As Stacy gently probed, licking, tasting, seeking, Deirdre returned the care with more intent ministrations. There they laid, long into the night. The moonlight fell on their bodies... bodies that would rest... then caresses... then clench... then rest again... Toward the dawn, Sea Tiger returned watshing their final encounter. Intent upon the two women who so held his passions. Dierdre had just been completed once again. She fixed her mouth on Stacy. Stacy gasped with abandon, knowing no modesty. Her hair was wet again intantly. She began rocking her hips to a rythym that was instinctual. The lapping at her crotch was maddening, pushing her to arch harder, grind against the other woman, mewling she felt the build up of incredible passion, her body uncontrolled and uncontrollable. Her inner muscles began to clench in anticipation of glorious release. Then Dierdre started the serious work, the things she knew would drive Stacy to a frenzy. Grinding her hips to put pressure on Stacy's clamps, she began filling her passage with her tongue, over and over. Strokes with a probing tongue, pushing her lips apart, seeking deeper and deeper. Thrusting as though she needed Stacy's juices to quench an eternal thirst. Stacy's muscles began spasming, her hips clencking to Deirdre's face in spasmodic succession. The pleasure lapping over her in a glowing wash. Stacy found the center of her being. Crying out with the beauty of it all, Stacy slumped for the final time. Tiger was filled with pride at their mutual understanding . He believed he could enjoy them both forever. Little did he know... Continued in: Stacy's Victory! -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /