Date: Fri, 8 Mar 2002 09:52:59 -0800 (PST) From: Glinda Goodwitch Subject: Desires of Rebecca Ch. 5 Transcribed by Glinda Goodwitch gaspar50@yahoo.com The Desires of Rebecca (F/F F/f f/f rom) by Olivia Ravensworth Chapter Five One afternoon everything changed. Mother Curry and I had just come in the front door of that sordid tavern, heading for the solitude of our room, when a tall, heavily bearded sailor in the corner chanced to glance in our direction. He stopped, his gaze fixed upon us, his head cocked as if considering some matter. He murmured something to his companions, then, to my surprise, he purposefully caught Mother Curry's eye. Pursing her lips, she broke stride. With a reassuring pat on my hip she motioned me to wait for her, then she went over to the man's table. He was a rough-looking fellow with gigantic bristling red mustachios and beard which obscured the lower part of his face. Flaming red hair flowed out from beneath his battered hat, down the back of his tattered green greatcoat. At his table sat three or four coarse women dressed as sailors, drinking blithely. I would have shrunk from entering such a dark, smoke-heavy den of villains even with such an imposing companion, but these women seemed unconcerned. I tried not to stare. But Mother Curry was speaking to the man about something important-that I could tell. Though at first she shook her head adamantly, the big man kept pressing her, now and then inclining his head in my direction. I looked around to see if perhaps the sailor was indicating some other, but there seemed to be no one else he could have meant-and I did not like what I saw about me. I stood in an open space in the center of the low-ceilinged chamber, a defenseless girl, surrounded by vaguely menacing groups of twos and threes sitting at stained tables barely more than an arm's reach from me. I could feel the wicked eyes upon my goose-pimpled flesh. I could hear their salacious murmurs. I could smell their stink of tobacco and drink and sweat. Despite the close air, I shivered, feeling unaccountably chill. I kept mine eyes resolutely upon Mother Curry and the man as they argued. Soon, I told myself, soon this would be over. After a number of minutes the big man drew a purse from his coat and began counting out coins. Mother Curry shook her head again-but more slowly this time, I thought. She frowned uncertainly and shot a quick glance at me, but I could not read her expression. The sailor waved the palmful of silver beneath her nose as if she were blind. For a long time Mother Curry stood there, motionless. Finally she swallowed, then took the coins. With a trembling hand, she waved for me to join her. Hugging myself, I threaded my way gingerly between the tables of cutthroats, rogues, and bleary-eyed topers. I was close enough for them to touch now, but no one quite dared. They all knew Mother Curry somehow, and in that, it seemed, was a faint protection. Still I shrank back from those fiends as much as I could. As I approached, I saw the reason for the boldness of the sailor's female companions in such a tavern-all carried heavy knives prominently at their belts. And the man himself, I noticed, was even more heavily armed. Eyes bulging, I huddled close to Mother Curry. "Rebecca...," she began quietly, her eyes on the floor. "Rebecca, I'd like thee to meet this gentleman." She jerked her head at the man, and, despite myself, my gaze followed. But at the sight of his eyes, my gaze jumped quickly back to Mother Curry. Those overly attentive green orbs had gleamed brightly beneath strangely arched brows, boring straight into me. "Now, child," said she, "go thou upstairs with this gentleman, and old Mother Curry will be up in but a little while." "Why?" I choked out, clinging to her skirts. I wanted nothing to do with such a beast. "Well, now, dearie," the old woman said, still not looking at me, "just run along upstairs, eh?" She looked into my terror-stricken eyes and tried to smile sweetly. "Thou knowst I'd not let thee come to any real harm." "But Mother Curry-" "That's enough, child!" she snapped sharply. "I'll be up when thou'rt done." Her eyes were hard. She nodded at the sailor. Taking the key to our room from Mother Curry, the man grasped me firmly by the upper arm and led me up the stairs. I wanted to run, I wanted to hide-yet I was too confused and petrified even to raise any objection. I knew not what was happening. My feet were unsteady upon the wooden steps, but the man pulled me along, stumbling. When we reached Mother Curry's room, the sailor unlocked the door and pushed me in, not altogether roughly. I whirled back to face him, trying to find my voice, but his eyes-cool and bold and steady-made the blood freeze in my veins. Tears welled up in the comers of mine eyes, and I swallowed hard. "What dost thou want from me?" I sobbed finally, retreating a pace, then another. The man said nothing, but merely smiled beneath his barbaric beard ...and turned and locked the door. My mind raced. Perhaps this, I thought in panic, was what the other girl had meant about my abandonment- My back was against the arched board at the foot of the bed. "What dost thou want?" I asked again in a hoarse voice. Those steady green eyes, almost effeminate somehow, locked with mine. "Thee," he whispered. I gasped, but he strode forward quickly. He caught me by the shoulders and threw me back onto the bed. I struggled as best I could, but the beast was far stronger. He pinned down my helpless wrists and covered me with his long body, and as I opened my mouth to scream, he thrust his tongue inside and kissed me savagely. I gagged at the sour taste of rum and the nauseating feel of his mouth against mine-yet, ever recoiling, I felt my flesh respond inside. How could it be? My poor mind raged helplessly. How could it be? I was mortified at the very thought. That a man should touch me-and make mine own body betray me! It was unthinkable! Yet though I cringed at the body lying hand against my breasts and belly and thighs, the mouth upon mine was fierce and skilled. My stomach lurched alarmingly at such contact with a man, but I could scarcely deny the terrible tingle deep within me. My pulse pounded strangely, with rage ...and some unwanted, baser emotion. I was suddenly wet with a panicky sweat-and more, I realized, dismayed. No matter how my betraying flesh might respond, however, my feminine sensibilities would not allow it I would die before submit to any-any Man. Face burning in shame, I wrenched one of my hands free and started scratching furiously at the sailor's hairy face. And as I pulled, his mustache and beard-false trimmings-came free. I gasped, staring at the woman's face beneath-I was too stunned to move or to speak. Behind that brutish disguise, I realized dazedly, my ravisher was another woman. My mouth opened, but no words came. This tall woman was sharp-featured yet beautifully fair. She was older than I, certainly, yet her smooth unlined visage suggested she was still short of her thirtieth year-and beneath her clothing, I knew, her pale flesh would be equally desirable. The woman's nose was slim and elegant, while her cheeks were prominent and her jaw strikingly V-shaped. The red lips above that pointed chin were mobile and expressive, and her penetrating eyes gleamed sparkling green beneath dense auburn brows. A mane of golden-red waves tumbled down about her rounded ivory neck. I saw now why Mother Curry had told me to go upstairs. Those succulent, sardonic lips smiled enigmatically at me ...and dropped wordlessly down onto my mouth again. Mind reeling, I lay passively beneath her as she released mine other wrist and brought her cool white hands up to my flushed cheeks. I let her push back my face, let her hungry tongue swirl possessively between my cheeks, across my fluttering tongue. And, despite the taste of the liquor, I found myself responding instinctively. What resistance I had melted at the knowledge that this was no coarse sailor but a passionate woman like myself. She was not tender, was not coy-but her natural lust for me was undeniable, and that realization was a powerful aphrodisiac. I, too, was a girl-a woman-a creature like her, white and round and smooth, a being capable of giving and receiving love as only a woman truly can. I returned her kisses passionately. At last the woman's cool white hands released my flushed cheeks, and her lips left mine. She raised herself up and looked down into my face, smiling crookedly. "Yes, I thought so," she chuckled, running a hand across my swelling young bosom and finding my nipples shamelessly erect. "I could tell it by thy walk, and the set of thy face ...." She pinched playfully at those tingling peaks through the fabric of my dress, and I gasped in pleasure. "I've picked out many a wench in the fleshpots of ports around the globe, yet none quite so eager as thee. Too few are the lasses who really know how to enjoy another woman." She winked at me. "What's thy name, girl?" "Rebecca," I whispered, biting my lip. I wanted her to stroke my breasts again, wanted her mouth upon mine. Between my legs I was pleasantly moist. "Well, Rebecca," she continued, smiling, "you may address me as `Captain' " "Yes, Captain," I said softly. I watched in silence as she rose from the bed and began stripping the clothes from her long body. First she unbuckled the heavy belt carrying her sword and knives and hung it across the back of the chair. From somewhere beneath her voluminous greatcoat she produced a dangerous-looking pair of pistols and set them into the chair's seat. Then she threw off her coat and started to unfasten her dark blouse. "Thou aren't one of Curry's usual girls, art thou?" asked the woman, fixing me with a penetrating stare. I thought about the question for a moment, unable to take mine eyes from her. "No, Captain," I breathed finally, no little distracted. She pursed her lips at my frank gaze but made no reply as she continued undressing. She was perhaps six feet tall, yet without the bulky clothing, very womanly. As her tapering fingers loosed button after button, the fabric of her blouse slowly pulled apart under its own weight First her neck was revealed, then collarbone, then rounded white shoulders about which her flaming red hair cascaded. Did she like to be kissed there as I did? I wondered, the blood hot in my face. Would she squirm pleasurably to a worshipful set of feminine lips and tongue dancing across that cool white throat, those silken earlobes? I held my breath as another button was released, and another. Slowly the woman's blouse drew back to expose a pair of swelling ivory handfuls. I let my gaze roam that delightfully feminine bounty. Her breasts were high and round, larger than mine, each pale creamy mound topped with a stiffened strawberry nipple veritably ripe for the sucking. Her firm flesh jiggled as she tossed away the garment. The woman watched me, smiling knowingly, as she unfastened her loose trousers and let them slide slowly from a surprisingly narrow waist, past shapely swelling hips, down long smooth-muscled legs, over polished black leather boots, down to the floor. Her abdomen was lovely and firm, her navel deeply indented. And beneath, the rounded triangle of her lower belly bristled with tight moist curls of the most beautiful chestnut. Silently the woman walked up so that her dense, fragrant thatch hung bare inches from the pillow where my head lay motionless. The lips of her redheaded cunny glistened, close before my face. She smelled so wet and musky, so powerfully attractive-I could scarcely restrain myself. Biting my lip, I let my hand creep tentatively up her strong pale thigh. I looked up and saw her staring down at me steadily. My heart pounded beneath my stiff-nippled young breasts. Then she climbed over me into bed-and for a dizzying split second her open womanhood rolled above my face, open and moist and shining-and she lay down beside me. Shuddering, I quickly stripped myself as she fluffed the pillows and made herself comfortable, shamelessly naked. In a moment I had kicked off my clothing and was bare, trembling in wordless anticipation. Expectantly I rolled over to face her. "Get down there, Rebecca," said the Captain evenly, staring into mine eyes. Her voice was firm but not unkind. "Wh-what?" I stammered. My hand, almost upon her breast, froze in its path. She was so abrupt-- "Suck my cunt," she said. "Y-yes, Captain," I whispered meekly. Fiercely aroused by this woman's frankness, I slid down the bed to where her hips lay rounded and sleek. Her smell was powerful. She flexed open her thighs and drew up her knees, and at the exposure, the intoxicating perfume of her sodden pussy wafted out even stronger, a heavy fragrance of undeniable arousal which filled my dilating nostrils. Mouth watering, I beheld the sight. The dense triangle of the pale red fur covering her beautifully rounded mons was moist with eager sweat, ripe and alluring with the musky scent of her urgent femininity. And where that tangled thatch split gloriously apart to reveal her glistening interior, she was so wet that the lubrication had slicked those shining hairs shamelessly. Suddenly I was flattered-and restlessly excited-that I had affected this jaded woman so. How delicious it was to realize that merely the thought of me-of me!-could do that to another woman, to this desirable stranger. Beneath her soaked fur lay thickened pink lips already parted in arousal. The soft bud of her clitoris had begun to protrude from its hiding place between her labia, and I gaped at the naughty organ wonderingly. I longed to pull apart those dewy petals, to stare into them and push my fingers into her inviting depths, to reach back up and stroke the impudent nubbin of bliss which would make her shapely body convulse with the joys I craved to lavish upon her. How I longed to pleasure her, to make her mine! My jaw trembled as I positioned myself between her open black-booted calves. Gazing happily upon the fair treasures of the Captain's womanhood, I took a deep breath, inhaling the warm scent of this stranger's moist intimacy. I quivered before her liquid nakedness. "Lick me, Rebecca," commanded the woman impatiently. Then, more softly, she continued, "My clit has an itch, and I don't feel like scratching it. Lick me..." "Yes, Captain," I breathed. My pulse throbbed between my thighs. I wrapped my quivering hands about the succulent white cheeks of her buttocks, holding her nakedness before my face as one might grasp great joints of meat at a feast I dug in both thumbs and spread the velvety lips of her cunt. Her labia squelched stickily as I parted them, juicy and sweet-smelling as some overripe fruit. Within that glorious flower of satiny pink was revealed the glistening morsel of her untouched clitoris, the seat of all the intimate fleshly desires. I swallowed suddenly as a swimmer might before diving from a great cliff. She wanted me, I realized again. She had picked me out, had chosen me--me!--to favor her shapely body. And I was to use not merely my hands-but my mouth ...could any other act, I wondered dizzily, be more intimate, more naughtily arousing? Heart palpitating beneath my thick-nippled young breasts, I licked my suddenly dry lips. "Now," said the woman urgently ...but her voice had softened to a whisper. I could not deny her, could not deny myself. I took one last deep breath and, finally, dropped my open mouth onto her liquid femininity. The treasure of her nakedness, wet and warm and smooth, filled my wondering mouth, and I let my heavy-lidded eyes slide contentedly closed. Sighing blissfully, I sucked the swollen nubbin of the Captain's trembling clitoris between my lips and across my reverent tongue. I cupped it there for a moment, lovingly. And then I began working that sensitized morsel of flesh within my mouth as I knew instinctively it must need. My hips began to grind, almost of their own accord. I tasted her juices shamelessly, my flushed cheeks slick with musky lubrication. It was a delight to roll my lips around the succulent bud of her clitty, to suck at it, to push my tongue within her sweating hole and drag that shameless muscle purposefully along the underside of her seat of pleasures. Jaded and worldly though she must have been, the Captain trembled as I wallowed so unabashedly in her beautiful red-haired pussy. It thrilled me that I could pleasure her so. I was the willing slave to her lustful desires-yet she was at my mercy as well. I realized it wickedly, my heart fluttering. The Captain's strong sensuous fingers reached down across her taut belly and twined themselves in my golden tresses, and though she tried to pull my face deeper into her welcoming quim, I drew back teasingly. Opening my flushed eyelids, I stared down into the sodden depths of her beckoning cleft. Dirtily I licked at the thick, hairy lips into which my thumbs were dug, lapping the tangy juices from the open pink funnel of her cunny and drawing the savory dollops about the moist tangles of her flaming nether beard. I kissed the engorged flesh of her portals of temptation and sucked at them one by one. Then, smiling at my tantalizing ministrations, I worked my naughty lips along the trembling flesh of the Captain's tender white thighs, making her shiver in erotic agony. I tongued her creamy skin, kissed it, nibbled at it-smiling to myself all the while, for though already I knew that the headstrong Captain would not shrink from ordering whatever intimacy she desired, no matter how dirty, I was discovering -wickedly pleased-that she did not possess the will to free herself from my torture. Oh, that imperious woman could have commanded her climax with but a stern word-yet she did not. Despite my previous dallyings, I was still a comparative innocent, new to the ways of womanly pleasures. Already, though, I had learned the joyous power of a slow, wanton tease.... I tickled her white thighs with my lips. I pushed my nose into the rounded triangle of curling reddish fur at the soft base of her belly and nuzzled her wet mound. I kissed her slippery little clit tenderly ...then craned my neck to draw my wanton tongue within the sensitive bowl of her navel, making her shiver. She writhed against me, breath fast and hoarse, her fingertips trembling in my hair. I kept her in that excruciating erotic torment for as long as I dared ...and as long as I myself could stand. I wanted to torture her, to keep her in my power just as I knew I was in hers ...but I could hardly restrain myself. This welcome abandonment to the wild desires of femininity was nearly as pleasurable for me as it was for her, and I thrilled to the sight, the smell, the taste of her. She was helpless beneath me, her taut body aflutter with unfulfilled yearnings only I could satisfy. She was so beautiful in her sensual agitation, yet my soul craved to make her even more beautiful. Finally, shuddering, I could not keep myself from dropping my hungry mouth back into her dripping cunt and tongue-fucking her lovely pussy for all I was worth. I lapped at her salty clit frenziedly, grinding my naked belly against the sweaty sheets in a pleasurable ecstasy of frustration. I enveloped that succulent morsel, cupped it between my nibbling lips, sucked at it, tongued it passionately-on and on and on, breathlessly, until, to my delight, the Captain threw back her pretty face and cried out helplessly in climax She was mine, I exulted, mine! Her sweating white thighs gripped my blazing cheeks, her black leather boots pressing against my sides as her tortured clitoris spasmed within my appreciative mouth. I wallowed shamelessly in her glistening pink pussy, lapping up the musky juices of her excitement, drinking the secret fluids of her shapely body while stray rivulets ran shining down my face. I nursed contentedly within her until she was done. The Captain's breathing slowed by degrees, and as she lay back, satisfied, I nestled my face into the matted fur of her crotch and let mine eyes slide blissfully closed. I felt soft and womanly and wanted, gloriously happy. I had performed the ultimate act of feminine love, favoring this beautiful, demanding stranger as my body instinctively recognized it should. Deep within my soul I felt at peace, wondrously fulfilled. Yet despite my natural contentment, some nameless hunger fluttered betrayingly within me. I hesitated uncertainly, but the urge pulsed ever more strongly. There was no mistaking it now. Perhaps the Captain was drowsy enough that she might not notice, I reasoned. Sighing, I pushed my naughty hands down my sweaty belly... "Ah-ah-ah, little Rebecca," the Captain chided quietly. Biting my lip, I raised my head sheepishly and found the woman propped up on her elbows, looking down at me with a knowing expression upon her flushed, beautiful face. "Yes, Captain?" I asked meekly. "Thou art a born pussy-licker," she said mildly. I blushed fiercely at her frank words ...but I could not help smiling a little in pride. What the Captain said was true, I realized. I could not deny it-and I knew that I had not the slightest wish to. Her compliment was perhaps the highest that could be paid to such a girl as myself. My nipples were so stiff they hurt. "Perhaps," continued the Captain judiciously, "such an eager student of the feminine arts deserves some reward for her behavior ...." Lips pursed, I watched in silence as she rose gracefully and made her way back to the heavy green coat draped upon the chair. Her muscles rippled smoothly beneath her pale satiny skin. Her bottom was round and plump, and when she bent, I caught a tantalizing glimpse of her moist, auburn-fringed slit shining with her lubrication ...and with my saliva. "After all," continued the Captain, reaching into the depths of her coat pocket, "I dare say that was not what old Curry had in mind when she took my silver." "What dost thou mean?" I asked uncertainly. "Why, that old whore mistress didn't see through my disguise," she chuckled mirthlessly, glancing back at me over her rounded white shoulder. "She didn't?" I gasped. My mind reeled suddenly. Once I had taken off the Captain's beard, I had naturally assumed that Mother Curry had sent me upstairs with this beautiful woman as some pleasant little treat, merely a new facet of my education into womanhood. But if she had not known the Captain was a woman--- "That Curry was loath to part with thee," continued the Captain, "and I can see why. But with her kind the clink of coin will eventually change their tune." The blood drained from my face. Could it be? 1 wondered in shock. Could she really have abandoned me so, thinking it was to some-some man? Suddenly everything made sense-the other girls, the long walks through the city, the corridor of private rooms... Why, she kept those girls merely to be whores, I realized slowly, to be mounted by whatever sot had the coin to pay, their tender flesh to be filled with men's disgusting bodies and filthy fluids... And in the end she would have condemned me to such a fate. There could be no other explanation, I realized bitterly. Then the Captain turned around with a strange smile, holding a peculiar object in her smooth white hands. The thing was a bowed, almost yellowy cylinder about a foot and a half long, perhaps two. It was ivory, quite thick about the middle and tapered on both ends. Around the great swelling middle of the shape, narrow leather straps were affixed with little brass rings screwed in tight. Mine eyes widened. "Wh-what is that?" I gasped. The Captain strode slowly forward, her half-lidded green eyes unblinking. "This, Rebecca," she replied quietly, "is called the Tusk of Delight. This heavenly instrument was cunningly worked many years ago in the East Indies from the ivory of an old cow elephant. They say this consoler belonged to a Rajput maharanee, a decadent little wench married off to a doddering old fool of eighty who hardly remembered she even existed. She was a precocious young morsel, well-read in the ancient Tantric arts of that sultry land." The Captain smiled knowingly down into my face. "The little maharanee liked to take the Tusk to the harem and while away the hours ...." She shrugged. "Eventually the princedom lost the Tusk in a war with the Mughals. I captured it from a trader off Africa, someone who thought only of its value in coin." She smiled briefly. "For myself, I never go wenching without it" I stared at the ominous shaft as she approached. "I-I don't understand..." "Curry sent you upstairs for a good fuck, Rebecca," said the Captain quietly. She smiled humorlessly as the understanding dawned upon my face. "That's exactly what you'll get." I bit my lip, looking for some way out, but the Captain's shining green eyes held me locked, as a bird before some great snake. The look on her face was strange-lustful, yet at the same time almost remote. She was smiling in an odd, determined fashion, as if her mind were not only upon my nakedness but also upon some inscrutable task she had vowed to herself she would perform. With her eyes gleaming beneath arched smoky red brows, her lips curving slyly, her glowing hair cascading about her bare shoulders, she was so terrifyingly beautiful. Her fixed gaze frightened me, but I could not help feeling the faintest bit aroused as well. I was naked before her, vulnerable and available. I did not yet know what this powerful woman wanted, could not fathom precisely what she craved, but I knew as surely as I knew mine own name that she would have her way with me. I would give myself to her, unreservedly, and she knew it as well as I. There was nothing I could do but submit as the Captain pushed me back against the mattress and stared down lustfully at my naked white body. I trembled in anticipation beneath her searching eyes, the points of my high young breasts crinkled up tight and hard My pulse throbbed within my wet blonde cunt. The great tusk in her hands was like a savage's monstrous club-but I knew that I could not deny her, no matter where her reckless passions might lead. I licked my dry lips. Lying there silently, I stared wide-eyed as she raised one of her legs to put her booted foot up on the bed. The lips of her smelly quim opened before my face, deliciously, and the smoothed shaft of ivory swam closer between her pale thighs. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of the rounded tip nudging the portals of her sticky labia. Then, smiling fixedly, almost as if proving some point, she gave the Tusk of Delight a slow, purposeful shove and began sliding it up into her well-lubricated cunt, inch by tantalizing inch. I quivered wordlessly at the sight of that curving pillar of ivory penetrating her shameless womanhood, stretching the furry lips tight, rubbing inexorably against the tremulous morsel of her tender clitoris. Deeper sank the shaft, deeper and ever wider, until it was lodged snug within her slippery depths, between her shapely hips. The other end rose up, threatening and powerful-like, I imagined, some perverse surrogate prick. Yet though I had vowed never to accept the intrusive embraces of men, something within me stirred at this display of inventive feminine desire. I watched in awe as the Captain silently pulled the leather straps about her belly and hips and buckled them tight. My mind raced feverishly in anticipation, and in dread. I knew not what to think Surely, I thought, surely she would not... Yet the Captain's intentions were all too clear as she climbed back into bed with me and knelt between my quivering thighs. Her knowing green eyes measured me appraisingly, up and down. Finally she nodded slightly. "Thou hath a pretty little pussy Rebecca," she murmured. "I thank thee," I whispered, blushing. How I longed for her fingers there, and her mouth, for the shameless joys I knew she could give me... Yet she purposefully avoided touching my trembling flesh. "Open thyself for me, Rebecca," said the Captain quietly. "Yes, Captain," I breathed. Shamelessly I put my fingertips into my slick quim, pulling apart the thickened labia to bare my untouched clit, which stood up full and pulsing in the cool air. The torture of keeping my fingers away from that quivering nubbin was excruciating, but I dared not disobey her by taking liberties without permission. I was fiercely aroused, and with this woman, I knew, the only modesty I could have was that of coy pretense. If she had commanded it, I would have frigged myself off before her, gladly. "Spread thy legs wider, Rebecca," she said huskily, staring down at me through her dense lashes. "Yes, Captain," I said meekly. Stretching, I obeyed, exposing my musky womanhood to her experienced eyes. Just months before, I remembered, I had given commands such as these to my dear Magda. How delicious it had been to control her young body-yet how pleasurable it was, I discovered, to be controlled as well, to disport myself shamelessly before this demanding mistress. The air was cool upon my wet pink flesh, and I felt myself opening up deep inside. I could smell myself, salty and wonderfully feminine... "Now raise thy knees," continued the Captain, breathing deep. "Use thy hands." "As thou wish, Captain," I whispered slyly. Slowly I complied, raising my calves from the bed. Holding onto the sweating white flesh of the bottoms of my thighs, I drew my knees up about my shoulders. My dripping cunny was angled higher, and I thrilled to the dirty act, knowing how it afforded the shameless redhead a clear view into the beckoning pink of my sticky depths. Mine eyes slid closed as the Captain inclined her swelling hips toward me. Before me, I sensed, bobbled the Tusk of Delight I felt it nudge my swelling haunches, felt it brush my moist fur. The shaft was still faintly warm from being carried beneath her clothing, warm and dry like some curious fingertip, a- great feminine digit blithely unconcerned with false modesty. The pale, cream-colored thing played tantalizingly about my most secret reaches. Then the round, tapering head landed squarely at the gaping entrance to my slick interior. My breath caught in my throat, but I made no other sound. I lay there trembling, completely at her mercy Slowly, slowly the Captain let the smooth head move ...back and forth, back and forth, merely half an inch, smearing my copious lubrication about the tip of the Tusk Hesitantly I opened mine eyes the tiniest bit and saw her towering above me, beautiful and serene. Her smile was impudent. Gazing beatifically down upon my naked young body, ripe and available, the Captain slowly edged her ivory member into me. I was tremendously aroused, the wet lips of my cunny swollen and open, and at first the Tusk of Delight slid smoothly. Yes, I thought, it was merely like a finger, nothing to fear... Yet soon the penetrating Tusk seemed more like two, or even three fingers. I bit my lip nervously. Though I had learned the joys of fist-fucking Mother Curry's sturdy body, never had mine own flesh received such wondrous penetrations. Despite my natural curiosity, I had never been able to bring myself to request such a deliciously dirty act. Certainly I had taken a finger now and then-even two, blushing coyly-but no more. I was too young, too tight. I wondered in sudden anxiousness whether my flesh could survive any such treatment. I craved the Captain's possession, but still I could not banish the cloying fear that my tender body might not be able to accommodate the great instrument which loomed between my naughtily raised thighs. The welcome tip of the Tusk of Delight was so smoothly seductive, so warm and reassuring ...but each further inch grew thicker within me. I tried to remind myself that this was what I longed for-no foul, hairy man but a clean-limbed girl such as myself. I had lapped within this lovely woman's vulva, I told myself-surely my body would respond to her as she desired. And, I remembered, my mind reeling, just as one end of that marvelous instrument was slid into me, its other end was plunged deeper still into her. Even as the Captain eased the curving rod of smoothed ivory down into my tight slit, slipping with excruciating slowness back and forth beneath the quavering bud of my sensitized clitty, the Tusk was sunk to the musky depths of her own wanton cunny as well. As she tortuously stimulated me, she did the same to herself. Moments ago I had joined our supple feminine bodies with my adoring face, and now the Captain joined us just as intimately, with something which nestled in the very core of her being. My blonde-curled labia stretched wide. The dildo was thick beneath my belly, uncomfortably so, but I could do nothing to stop it-and, despite my discomfort, I was far from sure that I wanted to stop it. My clitoris tingled pleasurably, but I knew I needed more, and more. If this strange, exciting lovemaking was what the Captain wanted, then I would accept her as best I could. Breathing rapidly, I tried to calm myself, tried to let my feminine muscles relax. I presented myself, naked and unashamed, to the Captain's lustful gaze and to the great shaft of ivory we shared between us. This instrument of bliss had been wrought by the most skilled and decadent artisans of the ancient lands of the Hindustan, polished with the finest of cloths ...and, I realized with a secret smile, with the slipperiest of pussies. Year after year, luscious Indian slavegirls had offered themselves up to their imaginative mistress, willingly. Those ladies, I imagined, were none the worse for wear. The thought of their shameless appetites, their loving submission-the sweaty couplings which must have taken place beneath the demure eyes of the many girls of the harem-made my heart hammer joyously beneath the quivering mounds of my stiff-nippled bosom. The Captain chuckled dryly as she edged her supple hips forward and back between my thighs. Blushing, I looked up and saw her smiling down at me. She must have been watching my face all the while. "Tell me, Rebecca," she said softly. "Wh-what, Captain?" I stammered. "Tell me what thou wantest," she smiled coolly. She moved the Tusk of Delight forward another inch, and I felt that ivory member press deeper within my welcoming cunny. I could not help but gasp, and I saw her lips twist knowingly at the helpless expression upon my flushed face. "Tell me, Rebecca..." Often had I tortured the coy Magda so, and now, it seemed, I was being paid back. I lowered my lashes demurely, trying to tease her as I had before, but the Captain had her own little games. Slowly she pulled herself back, and though I struggled against the inexorable slide, the great dildo threatened to slip from my eager labia. "Captain!" I protested suddenly. "Yes...?" the woman purred softly. "Please," I whispered. "Please." My body quivered. "What, Rebecca?" taunted the Captain. She thrust the tapering prick deeper into me and withdrew it quickly. "Please, Captain," I breathed. I gasped as she thrust teasingly into me again, but she pulled back just as swiftly. She would not release me, I realized suddenly, my flesh trembling in an agony of erotic torment. Unless I did exactly as she said, this beautiful, wicked woman would torture me just as I had done to her. The thought was tremendously arousing-but I was frustrated beyond belief. If only my fair seductress would pleasure me. "Please," I said again, pleading. "Please, Captain!" "What, Rebecca?" Her green eyes smiled mockingly down at me, and though she dipped into my cunny again, it was merely another tease. "What dost thou wish...?" "More...," I begged. Lips pursed, the Captain leaned forward, and the Tusk of Delight pressed deeper into me, deeper, stretching my netherlips. I tried to angle myself to take more of the ivory rod within me, but my sopping quim was raised as high as it could be. I was completely at her mercy. "I beg thee...," I whispered-yet those cool eyes still held a question. "Please-" I swallowed suddenly. I could scarcely find the words. My face burned. "Yes...?" she murmured. A swath of her chestnut hair spilled from behind one ear and tumbled beautifully across her finely sculpted visage. Her supple lips mocked me. I could not deny her. Hoarsely I found my voice. "Please, Captain," I whispered, "please fuck me." The Captain smiled enigmatically, and I whimpered and bit my lip as she bore down steadily, breaking my maidenhead. My buttocks were suddenly wet with an ominous trickle of sticky warmth, but as the pain subsided I felt a glorious fullness within my throbbing loins such as I never had felt before. The Captain leaned into me, pushing deeper, deeper, penetrating me to the very core of my femininity, and I cried out in sudden ecstasy. Smiling triumphantly, the Captain lay her long white body down atop mine and wrapped her hands about the quivering mounds of my breasts. She dropped her face deliriously onto my thickened peaks, sucking me savagely, tenderly, while she stove between my raised thighs. My swollen nipples throbbed in sympathy with my hungry womanhood, and I reeled on the precipice of a whirling climax, feeling split wide open, possessed as I had never been. The surrender was exquisite. I gave myself up to her as her lovemaking pulsed sweet and hot in the very pit of my ravenous cunt. The Captain's fragrant, glowing hair spilled about my flushed face as she rammed her hips rhythmically into me, plumbing my whorish, virginal depths in a frenzy of delight. Her lips left my nipples to the ministrations of her merciless fingertips, and as I writhed beneath her heady caresses, her mouth leaped onto mine. I gasped gratefully, feeling her willful tongue twining about mine in passion. I felt filled, above and below, my body exposed and open and yet filled with her wild love. The salty wet smell of our joined bodies filled my dilated nostrils, and I could hear nothing but our own moaning and the slippery smack of our cunts slapping together. We rode the great swelling dildo together like wild animals, hugging its rounded girth with our hungry lips, joyously impaled. Pleasure glowed honeyed and rich somewhere deep within my soul, coiling beneath my belly and spreading inexorably outward through my palpitating flesh. My whole being was aflame. I clasped the woman's slender body to me desperately, swooning as she lunged lovingly into me, ever deeper. I cried out in shameless bliss as the culmination of my desires welled liquidly up from the very core of my being, on and on and on.... Transcribed by Glinda Goodwitch gaspar50@yahoo.com