FabSwingers.com forum: The Adventures of Charlotte

By *yron69 OP Man
over a year ago

Fareham

The ship creaked and groaned as it ploughed the mighty waves. Sailors soaked to the skin and more grappled with the sails as a mighty wind blew and rain crashed down soaking the already drenched men. Below decks a few terrified passengers huddled together in the gloom. Cold, wet, starved and bound with chains. These people were destined for a future of servitude in the colonies for being caught stealing to survive on the streets of 17th century London.

They were a mix of young and old, male and female and all thought capable of hard labour on the plantations.

Among them was Charlotte De Lancey, a young woman thrown into poverty in her early teens after her parents died of the plague. She survived by cunning but was eventually caught after lifting the purse of a gentleman. No mercy was shown to her as she had fiercely resisted the advances of her judge and those of her maritime captors. Her bruises testified to the struggle she put up and her rations were cut in spite. It was possible she might not survive the journey and several others had already expired and their bodies condemned to the deep.

But this night every soul from the captain down feared a watery grave due to the fierceness of the tropical storm,

Men openly cried though the noise of the elements drowned them out and none of these prisoners had ever been at sea living a meagre existence instead among the decay of England’s capital.

Charlotte was not sobbing although she was terrified. She was not easily scared and was respected among her fellow cell mates as tough. She was a shapely woman with long dark curly hair, green eyes and high cheekbones. With a good bosom she was admired by men but they knew not to cross her except her scurvy captors all of whom bore scratches and bruises from their failed advances.

A mighty crash and the cracking of timber. Cries and yells from the decks above and below..

“We’re breaking up! …Flooding!”

“She’s lost!”

“On God’s mercy! Save us……Abandon, abandon ship!”

The gloom hid the faces of the condemned shackled together.

But then the heavy door swung open.

“I’m not going to Hell for want of saving ye” cried a jailer and he frantically began to unlock the first prisoner chained to the rest all at their ankles .

One, two, three…Charlotte was eighth in the line, her fears masked in the darkness.

The jailer got to the sixth in the line of twenty when the ship rolled to an ever greater angle.

“God have mercy..” shuddered the jailer and he fled to the deck above.

The scrawny half dead sixth man reached for the key left in his ankle locks and freed himself. He crawled away. The seventh in line, a youth reached for the keys just beginning to slide down the deck and unlocked himself before giving the key in haste to Charlotte. She too unlocked her ankles and then as she gave the key to the older woman next to her, water poured in from above.

Charlotte managed to get through the door just as the ship rolled to the other side slamming the door behind her. She was fortunate to get to the deserted deck as everyone were all now scattered in the heavy sea. Many had already drowned. A wave carried her into the swell but as she struggled for life she was plucked from certain death by arms that reached from the crowded boat launched minutes before from the stricken ship.

Charlotte’s saviour was a seaman of over 20 years and went by the surname of Keetch.

“We’re overcrowded already “ cried one.

“Leave her to the sharks” cried another.

“Be quiet you wretches” shouted Keetch “if we’re to be marooned I want a woman with us.”

He jostled his crew mates and one went overboard . Nobody attempted to save him.

He put a wet blanket over Charlotte and gave her a shot of rum from a small bottle he’d filled quickly before abandoning ship.

He comforted her and whispered “if we survive this storm there is land nearby where we can camp and we can stick together. I’ll protect you from the others “ He huddled closer but Charlotte needed his body warmth to sustain hers.

The small boat pitched and rolled and by daybreak half of it's capacity were dead, drowned or eaten by sharks…

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By *igerman23Man
over a year ago

hayes

More i hope

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By *ucksguy2000Man
over a year ago

aylesbury

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By *kpiercedCouple
over a year ago

walsall

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By *nneedoffun2020Man
over a year ago

Grantham

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By *ary1001xMan
over a year ago

Hillsborough

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By *lderWiserNowMan
over a year ago

Kettrin

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By *yrman57Man
over a year ago

Ayr

Most intriguing !!!

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By *yron69 OP Man
over a year ago

Fareham

A fire here and there comforted the remaining survivors now stranded on a tropical beach. The half dozen had split into a few groups with no common allegiance. They were cold and frightened and with no provisions.

Charlotte was sat at a fire prepared by Keetch who already had fashioned a club from a piece of drift wood. Things could get ugly he thought.

Wreckage from the ship was already washing in behind them and those with a little strength left dashed into the surf to retrieve it. Most was just broken wood but a few casks and boxes of food washed in too. These were taken by a few of the stronger survivors including Keetch and dragged to dry out by the small fires.

Charlotte was not hungry but extremely thirsty and lay in the sand weary from her ordeal. Keetch had retrieved one of the few casks left on the ship containing fesh water, though now a little salty having some contamination from being in the sea.

He poured a little into the cusp of his hands and offered it to Charlotte. She sipped a little and offered a quiet thanks before falling back to the sand.

Keetch drank greedily from the cask and looked about nervously should any of the others be thinking of stealing his goods.

Then his hand reached for Charlotte's skirt and it went underneath, his hand moving slowly up her thigh..

Charlotte woke with a start. The beach seemed empty apart from the crashing of waves. A few fires still smouldered. She got up and looked about only to see a crowd further up the beach. A cheer arose and Charotte shuffled toward them. Another cheer. What joyish occasion was this? Had more food and water been found? Had they already been rescued?

The crowd became silent and looked around. They parted as Charlotte drew closer. Keetch hung upside down from a tree dripping blood. Others hung too in various states of death. This crowd were different somehow. These were not Englishmen. They were virtually naked, tattooed and armed with spears and bows.

The rest of the survivors had been slaughtered by them and the natives were looking greedily upon Charlotte..

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By *ary1001xMan
over a year ago

Hillsborough

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By *igerman23Man
over a year ago

hayes

Love this story.please more.

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By *oyntzMan
over a year ago

all over Ireland

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By *lderWiserNowMan
over a year ago

Kettrin

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By *yron69 OP Man
over a year ago

Fareham

Stripped and bound Charlotte was taken from the site of the grizzly massacre of her fellow shipwreck survivors. At haste the small band of fierce tribesmen headed away from the coast and into the jungle. It was hot and humid and was a very strange world for this former London girl.

The tribesmen chatted in their foreign tongue and laughed. A few slapped Charlotte's arse en-route and laughed all the more. It was quite clear they were excited by this delicious find. Charlotte was very frightened and she was starving and still very thirsty.

BUt one muscular captor fed her some water and stroked her hair. He grinned and grabbed her bottom.

After a long trek though the dense jungle they arrived at a large clearing populated by a mass of children and some women. Grotesque shrunken skulls hung from the trees and weird totems were planted here and there.

Much chatter came from the villagers. As well as the white woman the men also brought fish and a few deer caught whilst out hunting. A few had taken hats and waistcoats from the crew they had slaughtered and these generated much interest from the people. Charlotte was briefly ignored and thrown in front of a large thatched hut.

A man much older and larger in stature emerged in a cloak and with an elaborate headdress. He also wore much jewellery.

He called to his men and pointed at Charlotte.

Three rushed over and spoke with him. Soon some women came and took her away to another hut. They dressed a few cuts she had endured after being dragged through the jungle and gave her more water. One combed her hair. They were friendly and also fed her fruits and a little dried meat. They offered her rest and left her in peace.

Charlotte was still scared and sat at the rear of the hut her eyes fixed on the doorway. Much noise was going on outside and her fate was very uncertain.

Eventually the excitment died away and things grew quiter except for many small children who peered in at this stanger.

A woman came along and ushered them away and the chief arrived. He pulled a curtain across the door and the hut was illuminated through an opening in the roof. He removed his headdress and also his loin cloth. He had a very large and very hard penis.

Charlotte looked on in fright but was half expecting this. Another half of her mind feared being eaten as she had heard of horror cannibal stories whilst at sea.

Some other men came in carring buckets. These were placed onto the ground and they bowed to their leader and then left the hut. Two other muscular looking warriors came in.

The chief knelt and put his hand into the bucket removing a large oyster which he cracked open with a small flint knife.

He offered it to Charlotte and he gestured to her to eat it. She did relishing its salty taste.

The two warriors then grabbed Charlotte and pulled her into the centre of the hut and laid her upon a rug. They speadeagled her.

The chief slurped an oyster then opened another. With his fingers he slithered it into her vagina. The cold sensation made Charlotte quiver. The two men held her arms and legs firmly. The chief then knelt before her and put his face between her legs and mouth against her quim. He sucked the oyster back out and greedily swallowed. He laughed and his two companions laughed also and looked at Charlotte grimacing.

This ritual continued with another then another oyster and Charlotte's privates were soaking with a mixture of oyster juice and cold seawater.

One of the men relaxed his grip and lowered his loin cloth. He began to masturbate as did the other.

Charlotte knew there was no escape and lay nervous on the floor of the hut.

Suddenly an arc of semen was shot over her belly, then another over her boobs.

All the men were now cracking open oysters and eating them, taking it in turns to eat some from her vagina.

Then a sticky large cock was fed into her mouth by one of the men. It tasted salty but juicy. Charlotte's thighs relaxed.

She was a little disorientated still after the wreck and capture but had now been fed and watered. The tribesmen were now using her for their ritualistic pleasure but she was no longer frightened.

No longer was she gripped but was being fed oysters, given fruit and water and was a participant in a strange ritual.

A woman came in wearing a mask and waved a stick over Charlotte chanting.

She stood back and the chief wailed, his cock ever bigger and harder. He then jerked his member and spurted a large amount of spunk over her already soaked pussy.

He pulled Charlotte forward to lick him clean. She knew to please her captors as she had no idea of what was possibly to come.

The men left followed by the chanting priestess. Then other women came in to tidy up and comfort Charlotte. They brought her cooked fresh meat and also the raw liver of a recently killed anaimal. Charlotte ate it all.

The women laughed and giggled dressed her in a loin cloth and led her out and through the village and into another hut where there were hammocks. They offered her rest and Charlotte fell into a deep sleep.

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By *yron69 OP Man
over a year ago

Fareham

Charlotte awoke in the early hours and nobody else yet stirred. There were no guards on her and no fence around the village. But instinctively she knew the forest was their protection and her prison and in it alone she would surely perish. Strange squawks and other noises abounded in the trees. Nightmarish insects crawled and flew about outside. Then in the dawn light a dark creature slithered through the village. Charlotte screamed

“What in God’s name!”

Some men scurried out to investigate the commotion. They laughed when they saw Charlotte transfixed by the snake.

She had never seen a real one. In fact coming from London she’d hardly even seen a tree let alone any other animal apart from a cat or dog.

One of the men poked the serpent with a stick. It hissed and slithered away. They considered it a god and destroyer of things like rats which would eat their food. The snake didn’t.

Charlotte went back to her hammock. This was a strange world but the thing foremost in her mind was she was being well fed unlike with her miserable existence in London where good eating was stale bread and tasteless gruel.

But was to become she didn’t not know and for now she felt safe and did not hunger.

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By *obobMan
over a year ago

Tiverton

Well written interesting storyline

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By *lim_jim1964Man
over a year ago

peterborough

Great story well written ?? ?? ??

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By *lderWiserNowMan
over a year ago

Kettrin

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By *yron69 OP Man
over a year ago

Fareham

The village came alive as the sun rose in the sky. Children played and women came out and gathered in groups to perform various tasks. Cooking, weaving, grooming. Men cane out of the huts as well yawning and scratching and stretching.

A group of young women bare breasted came for Charlotte and took her into the jungle. They seemed in high spirits and led her down a steep slope and then onto a small lake.

Here the women removed their loin clothes and entered the warm water to bathe. They beckoned Charlotte to join them. Open water bathing or washing generally was not common for 17th century Londoners so she nervously removed her loin cloth and tip toed into the water behind them. The other women laughed and splashed her heartily saying things that Charlotte could not understand.

Just as she began to relax Charlotte spied a nearby scaly animal lodged on a nearby rock.

She pointed in terror at the lizard creature and the women briefly stopped giggling and looked on quizzically. One looked to Charlotte and pointed to her mouth and rubbed her tummy.

To the Indians the caymen were good eating and too small to be of any real danger to them.

The bathing continued and the women groomed one another and combed each other’s hair. Some touched one another intimately and pecked each other’s lips .

Charlotte relaxed but was not a natural swimmer so didn’t go out of her depth.

An older woman reached out to her and led her away from the group to a small cove.

She groomed Charlotte’s locks which were of similar length to their own black hair then slid her thumb into Charlotte’s vagina.

She tweaked her boobs with her other hand and Charlotte took a slow deep breath. She was in paradise although she was not yet aware of it but she knew whatever danger she might yet face it was a far better fate than being held captive on that ship.

The woman kissed her but deeper and longer than the other young women were doing. She took Charlotte’s hand and guided her it to her own vagina and Charlotte began to finger it enthusiastically. She had experienced woman love briefly in London but nothing quite like this. She began to respond and was herself kissing with passion. Her nipples swelled and the watery frigging was intensely pleasurable. She quivered and trembled and went into an involuntary spasm.

The woman cuddled and kissed Charlotte before retreating to the rest of the group.

A distant horn was sounded and the women got out of the water and headed back to the village with Charlotte in tow. In the centre much food was laid out for all to consume. Fish, meat, fruit and yams. The villagers were eating heartily and Charlotte did too although much of the food was strange to her.

The villagers were happy and it pained Charlotte that she had real difficultly communicating with them. But by gestures and smiles or frowns she more or less could tell what was being meant. The feast continued and people sat on the ground helping themselves to more food as their hunger dictated.

A warrior carrying a spear approached Charlotte from behind and put his hand on her shoulder grunting a command. Charlotte got up and he led her to a hut where the chief and several bronzed naked men were waiting with several buckets on the ground. The ritual of the oysters was to begin again.

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By *ary1001xMan
over a year ago

Hillsborough

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By *ishermanfriendMan
over a year ago

bearsted

Posting to follow this

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By *ikkiLeatherTV/TS
over a year ago

Southampton

Awesome. Great description with enough detail for the imagination to draw the pictures! Can't wait for more

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By *yron69 OP Man
over a year ago

Fareham

An hour later and Charlotte was soaked between the legs with oyster juice hi, salty water and from the slurping of oysters from her vagina. Several men had ejaculated over her and got her to suck their cocks clean.

But Charlotte had grown to enjoy this ritual along with the food and companionship she now had. Her former life was often cold with perpetual hunger as well as being dirty and sometimes violent. Here she was well fed, kept clean and was warm in the jungle heat. Even the warriors cocks tasted beautifully with their diet of fruit and fish and they were clean too. London cock had been pale, smelly and too often poxy.

Four warriors grabbed her legs and arms and spread her as the chief knelt between her thighs. He said something to his men and they laughed. This time he entered Charlotte his big helmet stretching her soaked quim. Holding himself up by his big arms he began to thrust slowly but then more rapidly his pot belly bashing against her taught stomach. The younger warriors grinned with relish until the chief let out a loud grunt and spurted his human milt into her. Charlotte quivered and shook as she was held firmly on the floor. This ritualistic fuck was most divine she thought and wanted it to never end.

The men all got up and embraced. Two more emptied their ball sacks over Charlotte and pulled her to her knees to clean their cocks with her mouth. They bowed to the chief who left the hut first, followed by the others. Four young women scurried in to clean up, grinning and looking at Charlotte enviously. It was a great honour to be fucked by their tribal leader.

Charlotte stood up and peered around the curtain at the hut’s entrance. Across from it was the chief’s large hut and at its entrance stood a stony faced woman in a headdress but bare breasted and wearing much jewellery. Charlotte took it be the Queen who didn’t appear to have approved of her husband’s infidelity.

Charlotte went back behind the curtain and put on her loin cloth. She then left the hut to find the hammock in which she usually rested.

After a morning snooze some young boys ran into the village shouting “Wichee! Whichee!”

The villagers all stopped and dropped what they were doing then fled to the path to the lake.

Some girls shouting “wichee!” grabbed Charlotte and took her with them.

Their was no panic but just the sense of an orderly drill. Everyone including the chief and his wife waded in along with held dogs and a few cats and some goats.

Then after the commotion died down everyone seemed to wait . Charlotte could not imagine though for what.

Then there was a high pitched sound and the rustle of a million tiny feet as a column of giant ants came down to the lake then skirted the water’s edge. Nobody showed any fear though the ants were carrying the bodies of many spiders and beetles and other creatures.

Some ants seemed to look out to the humans but then moved on swiftly . Charlotte had seen small ants at home but nothing of this magnitude. The column passed by in 20 mins whereupon the cheerful villages slowly trekked back home. One thing clear to Charlotte was that potentially lethal spiders and insects were no longer a threat for the next few days. The ants had spring cleaned the entire village and surrounds.

However a much more dangerous pack of creatures were soon to endanger this forest paradise..

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By *otonfoxMan
over a year ago

Southampton

Please continue this amazing historical tale

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By *ucksguy2000Man
over a year ago

aylesbury

Brilliant story

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By *ary1001xMan
over a year ago

Hillsborough

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By *lderWiserNowMan
over a year ago

Kettrin

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By *0 Shades of RedCouple
over a year ago

Edinburgh

Awesome

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Original and horny

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By *kpiercedCouple
over a year ago

walsall

Loving this !

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By *igerman23Man
over a year ago

hayes

Great story.Life back in the days of sea travel.very arousing.

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By *yron69 OP Man
over a year ago

Fareham

Charlotte was kneeling in a forest clearing and a small band of warriors were feeding her their stiff cocks. She slurped on one after the other. None were exactly small. All were circumcised.

She gulped another juicy load as the last of the warriors stood in front to have his cock sucked.

All wanted to fuck this white beauty found on the beach but they knew only their chief could enjoy her quim.

The warriors headed back to the village with Charlotte behind. She was to see the chief to be bred. He had indicated that he wanted another son and with her. He had ten children already mainly girls.

Charlotte arrived at his hut and he called her inside. His wife sat in a gloomy corner expressionless. He forced Charlotte to her knees and put his hard cock in her already salty mouth. He groaned with pleasure and held her head firmly as he pushed his cock back and forth slowly and steadily.

His wife did not react except to brush the occasional fly away from her.

He withdrew his stuff hard member and got Charlotte to lie on the ground which she did so eagerly. This man was a good fuck.

This time he rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her towards him and entered her from behind. She groaned as he pushed hard and gripped her firm buttocks pulling them apart slightly. He thrust deep and hard looking sternly at his wife. Charlotte’s pussy was very moist and juices ran down the inside of her thighs.

She squealed and herself glanced towards the Queen who stared at her back.

A flood of semen erupted as the chief let out a loud sigh. He pulled her around to clean his cock then gestured her to go away.

As Charlotte left the hut two young women accosted her and led her down to the lake for a bathe and some light petting.

In all it was a beautiful day and another pleasant one with these natives. It was hard to imagine these were the same people who several days ago had slaughtered the other wrecked survivors.

Charlotte laughed with the women and kissed them. They fingered her gently . Really they shouldn’t have been messing with the chief’s semen.

It was still morning and the sun was not yet at its zenith but it was nevertheless very hot.

But something was sensed and Charlotte was becoming accustomed to the rhythms of nature.

Charlotte was kissing one of the girls when she looked to the shore. Two natives of a kind different to her tribe were looking at the girls and holding stone axes. Behind them stood on a rock with a rifle was a swarthy white man. He was also holding chains..

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By *ary1001xMan
over a year ago

Hillsborough

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By *yron69 OP Man
over a year ago

Fareham

The two Indians rushed the girls and after a brief struggle they were dragged ashore. Charlotte headed away from the scene but could not swim so she could not cross the lake. The white man strode along the shore watching her very closely. He called out in a foreign tongue and two more Indians rushed in and quickly overpowered Charlotte.

She was dragged to the beach and thrown at the feet of him.

“Gracious. With a skin so ever so slightly red from the sun and such beautiful green eyes you can only be inglesa? Am I correct?” he asked cheerfully.

Charlotte remained silent.

“Do not play games miss. You can be sure of harshness from me and please, do not make me treat you any harsher than I should” he gloated.

“I am Charlotte from London” she grudgingly replied.

“Then I was correct you are inglesa scum. Your country killed my brother. Ok it was war but I will not forgive. I should string you up but you will make me money instead.“

The war he was referring to was the Anglo-Spanish war fought five years before. It was now 1635.

The three women were herded back to the village which was ringed by these other armed tribesmen and a few other Spanish.

The villagers were all knelt in the village centre with heads bowed. A few of their warriors lay dead in front of them. The chief and his wife stood outside their hut silent and stern.

The two Indian women were thrown in among the other villagers but Charlotte was held onto by the angry Spaniard.

He spoke in Spanish to the chief.

[Translated] “Why was I not told of this girl? She should have been sent straight to us?”

“We are sorry. We were keeping her for your next visit. We have kept her healthy for you..” pleaded the clearly worried looking chief.

It was clear he was some sort of vassal for the Spanish who allowed him to rule in exchange for goods and a regular giving of villagers for sl@very.

“I am not pleased” replied the Spaniard and he gestured a fellow man to step forward who was holding a torch.

“Burn his hut” he ordered which the man dutifully did.

“Today we are taking 50 of your people under the age of twenty but no infants. We also want half of your food provisions and half of your textiles.”

The Spaniard’s men chose 50 young adults and raided the huts for all the goods they could find then took a generous half of them.

Charlotte looked on with hate. She’d heard of Spanish cruelty but had never before encountered them. So sad was she to see these delightful people humiliated.

“Oh we found the bodies of the other Inglesa on the beach . Next time remember to bury them. The stench was terrible.” he laughed.

He turned to Charlotte and spoke in English.

“They killed your men under my orders. No inglesa are welcome here.”

It was now also clear that the villagers acted under Spanish orders but were meant to hand foreign white women over immediately.

With the crackling of flame from the burning hut the captive villagers were chained and herded away. Charlotte still naked was bound and thrown over a horse.

“Ha ha a fine catch” gloated the Spaniard and slapped her arse as he led the horse and followed the column of human misery.

The chief was crying and knew things would only get harder for his people from now on.

The party trekked through the hot and humid jungle and hacked their way back down to the beach where two ships were anchored.

One again Charlotte was to be imprisoned and taken away from home.

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By *0 Shades of RedCouple
over a year ago

Edinburgh

Oh what fate awaits her ?

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By *ucksguy2000Man
over a year ago

aylesbury

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By *yron69 OP Man
over a year ago

Fareham

The captives were loaded onto a boat in batches and taken to the two ships being split into two cargoes.

When Charlotte was brought aboard a Spanish nobleman noticed her. He had been dining on the deck with two other well dressed men.

He called out to her captor.

“Marco! Do not put that one with the others. Bring her here.”

Marco pushed her over to the table which was laid out with a feast of meat, fruit and wine.

“Inglesa?” asked the nobleman.

“Si, si” replied the swarthy Spaniard.

“Let her go Marco” ordered the nobleman “come here my beauty. You have nothing to fear and I assure your safety whilst aboard my ship.”

“Were you among the men that lie dead on the beach?” asked another man.

“Yes I was” replied Charlotte “…I was on passage to my father’s plantation when we were wrecked in a storm” she lied. There was no reason to let on she had in fact been a common criminal condemned to sl@very.

“Ah so you are a woman of wealth. In which case I’m sure we could arrange a deal with your father?” said the nobleman.

Certainly if Charlotte was to be ransomed she would get better treatment at the hands of the Spanish although she was lying and knew of no person she could actually appeal to . But Charlotte had spent most of her life living off her wits and she thought this ruse would hopefully bide her some time and keep her from being chained below decks.

“I forget my manners. Please pull up a chair and my servants will bring you some food “ said the nobleman “oh and someone preserve this lady’s dignity and find her some clothes.”

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By *im66123Man
over a year ago

newcastle

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By *ohn ACouple
over a year ago

andover

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By *1sexypairCouple
over a year ago

Retford

Fabulous story well written. Looking forward to the next part.

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By *ary1001xMan
over a year ago

Hillsborough

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By *otonfoxMan
over a year ago

Southampton

Can’t wait to read the next chapter

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By *0 Shades of RedCouple
over a year ago

Edinburgh

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By *antsguy007Man
over a year ago

Whiteley

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By *ucksguy2000Man
over a year ago

aylesbury

This is very good ??

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By *J GeminiTV/TS
over a year ago

Northumberland

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By *yron69 OP Man
over a year ago

Fareham

Charlotte was taken to a small cabin at the rear of the ship. It was a large vessel with a sizeable crew but the interior was rather cramped.

Charlotte turned to the nobleman

“May I thank you Sir for the hospitality you have given me .”

“Madame it has been my honour and please make yourself as comfortable as you can in our humble vessel. I’ll see Marco brings you some wine . We have plenty and let me know if you have any other particular needs…”

“May I know your name Sir?” asked Charlotte.

“I am Phillip, from Cadiz in España or Spain as the English call it. But please make yourself comfortable. I need to speak to the captain as we set sail in the morning.

“Oh, I thought you were the captain?!” laughed Charlotte.

“Ha ha. No. I am but a servant of our king. I oversee goods and ensure they are not stolen from our King.”

This was a great time for the Spanish as they plundered the wealth of the Americas. Gold, jewels, textiles…people.

But of course much was stolen as contraband and there was a great risk of piracy.

Charlotte had not known she was shipwrecked in what is now known as Central America and she was now going to be taken to a Spanish outpost in Florida. There a ransom note would be sent to her fictitious father but Charlotte hoped to abscond before her deceit was uncovered although to where she did not know as she could never return to England.

Philip left her cabin and she lay in the small cot like bed built into the wall. It was small but cosy. The door knocked and an angry faced Marco came in with the wine. He entered rudely without waiting for a reply. He slammed the bottles down onto a small set of drawers then turned to Charlotte.

“Señorita..compliments of the captain .”

He eyed Charlotte suspiciously.

“You have something to say, Sir?” asked Charlotte .

“I just noticed a little something..” replied Marco.

“And what is that?” said Charlotte.

“For such a fine lady… you have the hands of a beggar…” grinned Marco.

Indeed the short time in the jungle with the Indians has vastly improved Charlotte’s health but her worn hands forged from a life on the streets could not be disguised.

“See yourself out Sir, I’m sure you have better things to do rather than upset a guest of Philip..”

“I could have you thrown in with those stinking Indians you whore. You had better please me this voyage “ sneered Marco drooling like an animal sizing up some tasty prey. He quickly moved forward and pulled the breeches down that Charlotte bad been given to wear..

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over a year ago

Fareham

Marco! Marco!” came the shouts from above halting Marco’s unwanted advances.

He muttered in Spanish and left hurriedly minus a small dagger he had kept tucked into his boot. Charlotte quickly hid it. She was of course a deft pick pocket. He may be back later and she was prepared to kill him in self-defence.

The cabin door could not be locked as there was no key and neither any bolt.

But she undressed and lay in the bed with one eye on the door.

Dreams filled her mind, the sea, waves, ships and Indians. The ritual of the oysters. She fingered herself half-asleep hazily recalling the erotic experience of oysters and semen. She fell into a slumber until a few hours later as the sun began to set her door was knocked.

“Enter” shouted Charlotte clutching the dagger under her pillow in case it was the filthy Marco.

A meek member of the crew peered round the door and smiled and then brought in some supper of bread and dried fish, butter and a few pieces of fruit.

Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief and got up as the smiling Spaniard left her alone.

She broke off large chunks of bread, buttered them and put the fish on top. This she gulped down with a whole bottle of wine and returned to her bed.

The next morning when she awoke the creaking, groaning ship had already set sail. Being at sea was not to her liking though she was in considerable more comfort than last time.

The door knocked and the same sailor came in to bring some breakfast and clear the items from the previous evening. He then returned with a bucket of sea water for Charlotte to wash if desired. Fresh water was extremely precious on a voyage.

After the jungle experience Charlotte now appreciated being clean after years of being on the streets of filthy London. Maybe she could continue to pass herself off as a lady?

She washed and dried and put on the clothes given to her and combed her hair using a small wall mirror to help.

Marco’s reflection startled her as he peered through her door, leering and sweating. The dagger was over in the bed.

“Good morning señorita” he grinned “Philip asked me to check on you.”

“I am just about to go on deck so he can see for himself” Charlotte asserted.

She pulled on her boots and pushed past the sweaty Marco. He hardly budged so Charlotte had to pass close to his sweaty, stinking body. Out on deck she spied Philip and other senior members pacing about and checking the ship and it’s cargo.

“Ah Charlotte good morning “ said Philip cheerfully “we hope you are in comfort ?”

“I am Sir but I have no sea legs..” suddenly sickness overwhelmed her and she rushed to the side of the boat and was very sick over the side.

“It will pass my friend. Return to your cabin and lie down “ suggested Philip helpfully.

Charlotte dutiful did so and spent the rest of the morning fighting off the nausea. The lurking odour of Marco didn’t help her complaint either.

The door knocked and a different voice called to her and she replied for him to come in.

It was the captain with another burly man.

“Apologies miss but a dagger has been lost. We have to account for all arms as we have sl@ves onboard” announced the captain “May we search your room?”

“Of course” said Charlotte her head weighing down on the pillow that the dagger was under. The two men eyed the room and there wasn’t much in there to search. They did not check the bed..

“Esa tonta Marco [Trans] that fool Marco “ grumbled the captain as they left the cabin.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully for Charlotte except periods of vomiting into the bucket. She dropped the dagger into the watery mess as she reasoned nobody would look into there.

Marco reappeared in the late afternoon.

“I know you have my knife you bitch” he sneered and he rifled through the bed linen. He tried to grope and touch her but fortunately a demand for him was shouted from above decks. Obviously he was in considerable trouble for having a weapon unaccounted for.

It was only in the late evening as the seas became calmer that Charlotte went back on deck to get some fresh air. She wandered to the front bow of the ship.

“Come with me slut” said the foul, stinking voice of Marco as he crept from behind. The smell made Charlotte vomit once more. But her predicament did not stop Marco from attempting to grope her again, however as a veteran from the tough streets of London Charlotte could move fast. With a sudden roll of the ship Charlotte threw the study attacker against the ships wooden rail. Marco tried to reach for Charlotte his eyes wide but a final push from her and he went overboard.

Nothing was heard initially except then of a distant blood curdling scream as he was likely consumed by sharks. A pack had been seen following the ship feeding off the cook’s waste.

A voice cried out from above in Spanish

“Hombre sobre el sude!”

Answering the call for man overboard the senior members of the crew and a few others rushed onto the deck and called up to the crow’s nest.

Charlotte could not understand them but in fact the watch was asked what he had seen and he answered he had only heard a scream.

Philip looked worried and spotted Charlotte at the starboard side of the ship’s bow.

“Madam did you see anything?”

Charlotte did not know what the watch had seen but blurted out a quick untrue version of what had happened to her.

“Sir I came out to vomit into the sea. Marco came to my aid but as the ship rolled he fell forward…he appeared very d*unk..”

Philip sighed and spoke to the crew. Indeed Marco being in trouble for losing the dagger had began to drink more heavily then he already did.

In the inky darkness the chances of finding him were very slim. Plus the sharks were highly likely to have eaten him by now. Also he wasn’t highly thought of so the matter was quickly forgotten and the crew returned below as the ship ploughed on into the night .

“I wonder “ said Philip “ if you’d care to join me this evening?”

Charlotte answered yes to that but in the morning she had better get rid of the knife.

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Great story so well written xx

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By *onestjohn1962Man
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What a refreshing change

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over a year ago

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Charlotte was shown into Philip's cabin which also was not huge but somehow a massive four poster bed had been fitted in there along with a huge globe fixed to the floor. Scrolls and quills littered an adjacent bureau.

"Apologies" said Philip at the apparent mess but Charlotte beamed at the obvious comfort of his bed which had least two mattress upon it with many pillows and covers.

Philip coughed quietly and rather shyly began to remove his jacket, pantaloons and stockings and his fancy looking buckled shoes. Charlotte too began to disrobe and she was bemused to see Philip slip into a night gown. He consulted a large bible on his bureau for a few minutes then turned and gestured for Charlotee to lie down. For what he was about to do he bore some guilt being a married man and father of five, but his family were thousands of miles away and he needed the comfort of a fine looking woman. Charlotte had always looked him straight in the eye when speaking and he had admired her fit, curvaceous body.

On the bed Charlotte lay and then embraced Philip. They kissed passionately and his hands wondered over her body and tweaked her hard nipples. She could feel his semi hard cock through the gown. He was much older than Charlotte but he was well groomed though his tongue tasted of brandy and tobacco.

He rolled up his gown and slipped his ever hardening cock into her moist pussy.

It wasn't Indian cock but it was still fairly satisfying. In missionary position he fucked Charlotte but came quick and it was a large amount of semen. Philip didn't apparently mastrubate away from home being a good Catholic but he performed once more that night.

Over the next few days and nights, Charlotte relaxed in comfort and safety and each night Philip fucked her once or twice. He did nothing more than kiss and perform missionary position. Charlotte enjoyed his attentions but her mind did wander to the thought of the muscley warriors chained below decks. How she would enjoy serving all of them she thought as Philip poked her wet quim.

After 5 days at sea the ship docked at a Spanish colony in the Caribbean.

Philip took Charlotte ashore to the busy port which was alive with people and goods. She saw many captive animals and also unfortunatley people. How she pitied them. Philip took her to a stall selling wild birds and for the fist time Charlotte saw parrots and marvelled at them seeminlgy speaking in Spanish.

Later that morning Philip was summoned to the local govenor along with his colleagues. They recieved orders to stay and later board another ship as the ship they had been on was to offload its cargo and take just the textiles onto Florida.

"Charlotte it has been a pleasure" beamed Philip as he came back aboard later.

"Unfortunately the king has assigned us to another ship so I must say goodbye."

Charlotte was fearful at the thought of his departure. He had kept her safe and how safe might she be among the rest of the crew?

"Well good luck Sir but can you still guarantee me safe passage?" she asked "and future ransom to my family?"

"Yes, yes" replied Philip "I will ask the captain to watch over you and give him a small reward for his troubles.

A they spoke Charlotte caught sight of the Indian captives that had been on board chained and herded along the quayside to some miserable future.

Her heart went out to them but unknown to her centuries of human misery in the region were to follow as other humans stooped to cruelty for profit.

Philip and his few colleagues had their possesions gathered by some of the crew and they left the ship.

Charlotte felt an unease but was free to come and go as nobody kept a tight check on her. They were too busy with the ship or enjoying what time they had in this exotic little port.

Philip had given Charlotte some pesatas to spend and she went to a local bar where she had her first taste of rum. This stuff was strong and gave much more of a kick than wine or brandy.

She ate a hearty meal and wandered among the many stalls that were still selling wares into the evening. She thought about absconding but did not speak Spanish and didn't really want to flee into the jungle.

But fate was decided for her. Again she was to be taken captive and spirited away.

Down a small side street that she wandered in the darkness a hand reached out to clasp her mouth and a dagger was held to her back.

"Come with me you Spanish beauty" said a voice in English.

She was gagged and and bound and taken by two men out of the back of the town and up and over the hills and down to a bay.

In the moonlight she could she a small ship not much above the waterline.

Charlotte was forced into a small boat along with another two men who held the oars.

"Fine catch" said one eyeing Charlotte "captain will be pleased."

Along with some other contraband stolen from the Spanish the boat crossed over to the ship and she was hoisted aboard.

"Well done lads" said a burly man in black leather boots "just what we need.. careful with that brandy!" he bellowed.

"Dare not waste a drop. We've been dry for days and I intend to get d*unk along with this wench. Untie her."

A knife was used to cut her bonds and on her knees she pleaded

"Good gentlemen have mercy. I have been a prisoner of the Spanish and can bare no more torture.."

The crew looked on suprised as they had thought her a Spaniard too.

"Well, well all the more reason to celebrate!" cheered the captain from behind his bushy beard "a girl from home. Ha ha, fear not my lass we are not monsters but merely men of good appetite.

We mean no harm but noone has no place on this ship unless they are dutiful and what duties will you do for us? We can send you back the Spanish or even feed you to the sharks. So what will it be..?

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By *J GeminiTV/TS
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By *J GeminiTV/TS
over a year ago

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What a glorious tale indeed!

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By *yron69 OP Man
over a year ago

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Thanks for all the positive messages and comments xx

I will start another thread if interest called

Charlotte Among the Pirates.

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By *0 Shades of RedCouple
over a year ago

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Please continue

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By *J GeminiTV/TS
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"Thanks for all the positive messages and comments xx

I will start another thread if interest called

Charlotte Among the Pirates."

Cracking

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