Part Three

Thirty year old, Captain William Edwards, better known as Captain Billy to his crew, and simply Billy to his family and closer friends, entered one of the many gambling and whoreing establishments in the small costal town. It was not one of the more ritzer ones in town, but being the eldest son and child of a famous pirate, Anthony Edwards, not to mention a wanted pirate himself, he knew better than to enter the ones where there would be private detectives watching out for men like him. He was only going to have a drink before going up to one of the rooms to entertain himself with one of the many ladies here, but a sideways glimpse of the lady standing on a table in the next room made him turn in there instead.

Billy, along with his first mate, James Conrad, stood in silence as the young beauty stood nervously before all the men there. He noted her long red hair, that hung well below her waist. He didn't know if it was the length of her hair that made her look so tall, or if she really was as tall as she appeared. The tightness of her black seductive dress told all there that her breasts would satisify any man. Her breasts weren't the only thing the dress revealed as she turned around. The black material clung very nicely to her flat stomach and the luscious curves of her hips and buttock. Once he got his eyes to leave her body, he noted the look of fear and dread in her eyes; tears forming at their edges, one in fact trailed down her cheek.

"Gentlemen," Billy heard the balding man say as he stood before the scared beauty as he got the attention of everyone. "What would you be willing to pay for this little beauty," he asked. "This one gentlemen," he said as he pointed to her, "has come of her own free will here to be sold. She has agreed to become the mistress of any man that purchases her. Willing to do ANYTHING that is asked of her!!! And... And... her father has personally guaranteed her to be a virgin."

At that statement, Billy watched as the single tear became a flood. She shamelessly covered her face with her hands and then just as quickly regained her composure. He could tell that this was no ordinary woman. Her perfect posture and high cheek bones showed that she was from fine breeding, but why was she here. AND WHY would her father agree to her selling herself. If she had been touched, he could understand, but why guarantee her to be pure if she wasn't?

"Five hundred pounds, gentleman," the auctioneer began. "Five hundred pounds is the opening bid. This is the minimal bid asked of her father."

Billy watched as first one man then another nodded towards the auctioneer. When the amount jumped from one thousand to one thousand five hundred pounds he turned to see who had jumped it so quickly. He frowned at the older man in the corner. It was none other than the very wealthy Ambrose Pierce. He was known everywhere for attending these kinds of auctions so he could buy a new mistress and then torture her. It was said that he could no longer get satisifaction unless he tied up these poor women and tortured them. Some of his former mistresses had been found near dead, some even dead in his hotel rooms. A few of them had been drove literally mad from his form of pleasure. But his wealth and power had kept him from going to jail.

Billy turned back towards the woman and saw the look of absolute terror on her face, her bottom lip was quivering and she was ringing her hands uncontrolablely. He wasn't in need of a mistress, but if he could save this beauty from Ambrose Pierce it would be worth it. "Two thousand pounds," he called out. Now every eye was one him. "Aw, Capatin Edwards," Ambrose called out, "do you really think that you can out bid me?" "I'll do my damnest," he called back, "if it keeps her from the likes of you. How many will this make for you, Ambrose? Fifteen? Twenty? More perhaps? And how many of them lived to tell about it? Those that do are left so sick in the head that they are never worth anything again." With that, he watched as an angered Ambrose rose and left.

The auctioneer turned back to Billy. "Two thousand pounds to you Captain Edwards. Any one else." There was a pause and then he counted out, "Going once. Going twice. Sold to Captain William Edwards of the Lusty Maiden for two thousand pounds. Come this way, Captain, and will settle the matter of the bill." Billy followed behind the woman and auctioneer as he went to pay.

Tears flowed from Jacqueline Daniels eyes as she quickly packed her few belongings as this Capatin Edwards paid for her. How had she let her father talk her into this? She loved him, that's how. But it was obvious now that he didn't care for her. He had talked her into selling her virginity to the highest bidder, just so he could settle some gambling debts to this place. Her mother had tried to stop him, but he had locked her in their room when it was time to leave. She had not heard her father enter the room, but when she turned to leave, he stood there.

"Don't shame me, girl," Jacqueline's father said coldly. "You do just what this man wants of you. And when he's done with you, you come back and we'll sell you again. I'm sure by then, I'll be needing the money again. I'm sure he will teach you things that your next owner will be proud to have you know. Some men are willing to pay for an experienced mistress. But this one apparently likes virgins. I'm sure he'll be finished with you once your maidenhead is gone and the hole between your legs is no longer as tight as he wishes it to be." He stepped towards her and pointed a finger at her. "You be sure and head right back her when he's finished with you. I have to stay in the lap of luxury somehow."

Jacqueline hadn't notice her new owner standing in the doorway or she wouldn't have gathered herself up to her full heigth of six foot and proudly stated, "You may be the Duke of Kent, and you may have forced me, your only daughter, to be sold to the hightest bidder, but I swear to you father, that this will be the last time you ever see me. I don't care how long he keeps me, or what I have to do once he's done with me, I will never return to you." She watched as her father raised his hand to slap her, but his hand was caught midair by the man who had bought her. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said as he threw her father's arm down. He then pushed him aside and turned so that she was behind his very broad and sturdy body. She peeked out around him and he continued to talk to her father.

"I see now that I not only saved her from one cruelity, but two. You can be DAMN sure that she never returns to you. If, and only if, I decided to be finished with her, she'll be given a place in my household so that she doesn't have to return to you."

Jacqueline released the breathe she was holding as her new master stepped towards her father and gripped the front of his shirt and lifted him off the ground so that her father looked this very tall man directly in the eyes. "And if you think of taking her from me," he said as he raised a mighty fist up as if he was going to strike her father, "I alone will make sure that you never leave. Do I make myself clear?" She watched as her father nodded his head very quickly, showing just how much this much younger and powerful man had scared him. When he was released, she watched as he ran away like a scared mouse.

Still behind this massive man, Jacqueline watched as he straigten his shirt and himself before turning to face her. She felt as if she would faint when she actually noticed him for the first time. Besides being very tall and broad, with massive muscles that bulged out of his shirt and pants, he was very handsome. She had obviously seen his black hair from behind and now she saw his eyes turn from a turbulant blue to that of the clear sky. His facial features were quite handsome and she felt sure that she would find herself staring at him a lot. And that just perhaps, being his mistress would not be so bad after all. It was also then that she notice his clothing. She drew in a deep breathe as it hit her that this man, this Captain Edwards, was a pirate.

The dark ride back to Billy's ship was short, and for the most part quiet. The small carriage lamp gave off just enough light for him to see the young beauty nervously playing with the material of her seductive dress. He had seen her father entering her room and had followed him without being noticed. He had heard every word that had been said between father and daughter. He now had his answers to why she had sold herself, but there was one that he had not thought to ask until now. He knew that being the daughter of the Duke of Kent, her title was, or rather would have been, a dutchess and that her last name was Daniels, but what was her first name.

Billy smiled at her as he leaned forward. He heard her draw in a deep breath as he did. "I'm not going to hurt you, Dutchess," he said softly. She raised her head so that their eyes meet. "Yes," he softly continued, "I heard every word that you and your father spoke. I know who you are only by reputation of your father. But I don't know your first name." He watched her release the breathe she held and swallow hard before saying, "Jacqueline. My first name is Jacqueline." "Jacqueline," he said as he leaned back into the cushioned seat. "A very beautiful name for a VERY beautiful woman." "I'm no woman," she said through a soft sob, her eyes going to the carriage floor, "I am only eighteen years old."

Billy patted his lap and then coaxed Jacqueline onto it. She continued to look down and to nervously play with her dress. He lifted her chin slowly that she wouldn't be anymore frightened than she already was. "You may call me Billy," he said. "All my family and close friends call me that." He gave her a big smile as be said, "And at some point, we will get to know each other very well, Jacqueline." He didn't have to have much light to see that her cheeks were now as red as her hair.

Billy slipped his hand into her hair and gently pulled Jacqueline towards him. Softly he kissed her lips. Then again. He paused long enough to look her in the eyes before kissing her again. He felt her acceptance as he parted her lips and slipped his tongue into her mouth. He felt her own as it began to dance with his. He heard heard soft moan and felt her ample breasts pressing to his chest. He pulled her head and top half closer to him as he continued to deeply kiss her. His other hand moved to her round ass and pulled her bottom half closer to him as well. He was sure that she could feel his hardening manhood agaist her thigh. He released her and kissed down her throat; stopping where the black material began just above her breasts. It was also then that he felt the carriage come to a stop. "We've arrived," he said as leaned back in the seat. He watched as her eyes fluttered from pleasure and she drew in a deep breathe as if her lungs were deprived of air.

Even though Billy hadn't been planning to purchase a mistress when he had entered the house of ill repute, and probably wouldn't have other than to keep her away from Ambrose Pierce, he was pleased to see that Jacqueline would indeed give into him easily. He was definately now in need of a woman, and he had feared that she would need some coaxing in order to fullfill the promise that she had made. But now he seen that she apparently was attracted to him as well and would easily give to him what he had paid for. He smiled as lifted her onto the cushion across from him and exited the carriage. He had to restrain a laugh when he had to nearly pull her from it as she was still in a state of need herself. "We've arrived at my ship," he said.

Jacqueline could still feel the butterflies in her stomach even now after Billy had closed the door to his quarters of the Lusty Maiden. She couldn't believe that this man could do so much to her after just meeting him. If she hadn't felt them before boarding his ship, she would have said that it was from being on board. She softly rubbed her fingertips across her lips and thought of the deeping kiss he had given her in the carriage. It was then that it occured to her that there had been another man with him at the auction, but he hadn't returned with them. He must have stayed behind to partake in whatever it was that they had originaly came for.

Jacqueline thought of Queenie; one of the whores back at the inn where she had been sold. She had told her that a mistress was better than a whore, but not as good as a wife. A mistress could gain whatever she wanted from her owner by simply fulfilling his requests. A mistress could get a home, clothes, jewelry, money, anything she wanted so long as she kept the man who owned her happy. But there was only two things she should never ask for: marriage and a child. She thought of Billy and wondered just how, and where, a pirate would keep a mistress.

Jacqueline didn't hear Billy enter, but she gave a startled jump when his strong arms wrapped around her body from behind. "Remove you shoes," he softly whispered in her ear. She did just that, but smiled as it only lowered her just an inch. "MMM," he moaned as she turned around in his arms so that she faced him. She noticed that at some point after entering the room he had removed his shirt. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he said, "You are indeed tall." She indeed was, but yet she was shorter than him by several inches. In fact, she had too look up to him. She felt his hands roaming her back, and then one by one, undoing the hooks that held her black dress together. She gasped as his hands touched her bare shoulders; carassing her gently as he pulled the dress from her body. She stepped back from him and removed her arms, allowing it to flow from her body and to the floor. Her body was naked except for the black corset. He quickly removed it as well.

Jacqueline couldn't breathe as Billy hugged her tightly to him. She felt herself being lifted and wrapped her long legs around him. She could feel the warmth of his belly against her womanhood and her breasts touching his bare chest. His mouth devoured hers as he walked them to the bed. She thought for sure that the weight of his body on hers would crush her, but he kept himself from doing so. In fact, his weight was quite welcoming. As was the way he kissed down her neck and to her breasts. She ran her fingers thru his shoulder length black hair as he gave attention to first one, then the other. He didn't just focus one, but went between them. She moaned and panted as he showed her this new experience.

Jacqueline felt the explosion deep in her. Just when she thought that it couldn't get any better, Billy kissed his way down her stomach. She felt like she was going to go up in flames each time his lips touched her skin. The further down he went, the hotter his kiss felt. When he finally reached the area between her legs, she thought she would pass out, or burn completely up. Through a heated gaze, she stared down her stomach and to him. She watched him playing with the patch of red hair there. "Oh no. He's not. He's not," she thought, as he moaned and he licked his lips. But before she could protest, he did in fact kiss that area too. "Oh God," she hoarsely moaned, thou it was very lightly.

Billy laughed at Jacqueline's reaction. Her reaction had been pruely innocent, thus he concluded that he would find her that way as well. And why not. Had his own father not thought differently of his own mother when they were first together. So..., was it not possible that this young beauty was truly prue like promised. He smiled at the knowledge that he was about to find out. He stood only long enought to remove his boots and pants. He smiled at her when she gasped after seeing him the first time.

Billy settled himself between Jacqueline's legs; his male hardness seeking out her womanly heat. With his knees, he spread her legs further apart, giving himself more room. He gave a lustful smile when his hardness found what it was looking for. Her surpising gasp as the head of him pushed into her was music to his ears. It was followed by a moan as he pushed a little further. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he eased a little further in. He lightly nibbled her shoulder when the tip of him found the thin membrain proving her father right. Her grip around his neck tighten, as did her womanly muscles around his hardness, as he took her virginity. He eased back and then pushed full in until the tip of him hit the wall of her womb. He felt her body shaking under her and he was afraid that she was now regretting everything that had transpired today.

Billy kissed Jacqueline's forehead. "It's alright," he said soothingly as he laid there. "It hurts," she softly cried. "I'm sorry," he said, realizing that no one had explained that part to her. "It always hurts the woman the first time, love," he said softly in her ear. "But it gets better the more I move in you." He looked her in the eyes as he slowly moved in her. He watched her close her eyes and bit her bottom lip as his first movements brought about the pain again. He sighed with relief when her muscles began to contract around him and the warmth and wetness began to flow. Her breathing slowly became labored and then she moaned a deep, pleasured moan. "Jacqueline," he moaned, encouraging her move with him. He smiled as she did.

The pleasure that Jacqueline was now feeling was better than anything she had imagined. Billy had told her that it would feel better and it was; it was beyond better, it was pure ecstacy. She moved with him, keeping time with him as he did. Each time their bodies came together she would shutter with pleasure. They each smiled as they stared into the others eyes. But she was startled when he, without any warning, rolled them over so that she was now on top of him. "Now what," she asked. He didn't answer her, but grabbed her ass and began to mover her on him. "MMM," she moaned as she moved on him. She didn't even notice when his hands had left her ass, but they now massaged her breasts as she rode. She found a pace that was easy to continue, as well as pleasurable. She moaned each time she felt the earth moving explosion in her.

Jacqueline was again surprised when she again found herself in a new position. This time she was on her hands and knees, facing the wall of Billy's cabin. She was so close to it that she could easily rest her cheek on it if she wanted to. Before she could even ask what he was doing, she felt him in her again. His hands again massaged her breasts, but this time he was moving in her as he teased her harden nipples. "Does it hurt anymore, Jacqueline," he huskily asked in her ear. "No," she moaned as she now moved with him. "Good," he said as he kissed her shoulders; makeing it feel as if he had just pushed himself deeper into her. "You're so tight, Dutchess," he groaned. "I'm no longer a Dutchess," she moaned. "You are to me," he moaned.

Jacqueline raised her hand to the wall and began to push back on Billy. She moaned as he again went deeper into her, feeling as if he would actually push through her womb. "Billy," she moaned over and over as she ground herself on him. "MMM Jacqueline," he groaned as one hand gripped her hip and the other her shoulder. She heard him let out a groan as she came with him. She felt his manhood throbbing inside of her, sending a new sensation through her, as he rested his forehead on her shoulder. "Good God, woman," he panted as he pulled her with him as he laid on his side. "I'm looking forward to the voyage home, my lady." He turned her head so that she looked up at him. He softly kissed her as he stroked her breasts. "And you, Jacqueline. Are you looking forward to the voyage to my home; your new home?" "Yes," she sighed, completely refreshed and placid. "Will everytime be like this," she asked as she snuggled closer to him. "If I have anything to do about it, it will," he said as he held her tightly to him. Together, they drifted off to sleep.

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