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CHAPTER 7



In which our heroines set sail on the Cerulea and encounter the Barbary pirates



A few days later our time at Oakleigh Hall was at an end and we returned home accompanied once again by Lady Oakleigh and Miss Burnley. The summer passed and still no word came from my father. We amused ourselves by trying to spy on our guardian and our governess but few opportunities presented themselves for our entertainment. Instead we fell back on our former amusements in the bedroom.



At last as summer turned to September a letter from my dear father arrived. In it he announced that his mission in Italy was over and that we were all invited to join him there for the winter. He told us that he had booked a passage for us on a ship leaving Southampton in three weeks time and we were to pack and prepare to depart. What excitement there was in the house. Maids and valets scurried around with trunks and boxes supervised by Lady Oakleigh and the housekeeper. Even Miss Burnley’s normally dour spirits revived a little, though she refused to spare us from lessons right up until the day of departure.



At last the day of our leaving came. Lucy, Lady Oakleigh, Miss Burnley and I climbed aboard while the two maids were seated outside. The ever present Johnson was also to accompany us but was left to oversee the conveyance of the baggage on a wagon. By nightfall we had reached the fair city of Southampton where we were to be accommodated overnight in an hotel. The next day we were conveyed to the harbour and for the first time laid our eyes on the vessel which was to transport us to Italy.



The Cerulea was a fine looking vessel with clean trim lines. We were welcomed on board by the Captain and pleased to observe the scrupulously scrubbed decks and neatly coiled ropes which seemed to betoken a well run ship. The Cerulea was to take a cargo to the port of Naples but the Captain had graciously accepted my father’s request that her also take on board our party as passengers. The Captain escorted us to our cabin which proved to be rather small and cramped with two bunks arranged on each side and a small porthole looking out on the harbour.



Lady Oakleigh immediately announced that she could not possible share such cramped accommodation with three others and demanded her own cabin. The Captain appeared somewhat perturbed and asked if we would wait for one moment. After disappearing briefly he returned and announced that his first officer had agreed to give up his cabin to Lady Oakleigh and that he would share his own cabin with that gentleman in order to facilitate this. Far from showing any gratitude Lady Oakleigh demanded to be shown the cabin in question and continued to grumble at its inadequacies.



At last we were settled into our new home on the waves. We were due to sail that afternoon at high tide. We paid a last visit ashore to eat some dinner in a nearby inn before returning to the ship for our departure. We were pleased to be informed that our baggage had arrived safely escorted by the reliable Johnson and had been safely stowed away. Soon after the ship was towed clear of the harbour by a team of small boats and the sails were hoisted. A stiff breeze from the Channel soon filled the sails and we were speeding towards our destination.



Our initial enthusiasm soon subsided. In the confines of the small cabin Miss Burnley, Lucy and I came to resent one another’s presence. Miss Burnley was a poor sailor and by the second day was continually seasick. I spent as much time on deck as possible, away from the thick air of the cabin and Miss Burnley’s piteous moans and retchings. By the third day we were crossing the Bay of Biscay and a terrible storm broke. I myself became terribly sick and I thought Miss Burnely would die. At last we came through the terrible tempest and some days later arrived at the great rock of Gibralter. We were permitted a day to see the rock by the Captain while he unloaded some cargo and took on stores. That night we set sail once more and were at last entered into the Mediterranean Sea.



Our first day in the Mediterranean proved a fine one; the wind blew strongly from the East and we were obliged to tack against it but the weather was clear and sunny. However, towards evening the sky darkened and the sea roughened, by the time darkness fell it was clear that we were in for a storm. We passed a most uncomfortable night in our cabin. The ship appeared to be tossed in every direction. We could hear sailors pounding on the deck above us and waves seemed to be crashing upon the ship. Miss Burnley was dreadfully sea sick and none of managed much sleep.



As the first light came through the porthole the sea seemed to calm. I decided to go on deck and ascertain how our vessel had weathered the storm. I climbed to the poop deck where the Captain was conversing with the steersman. The Captain told me that we had been blown far off course by the storm and were now close to the shores of North Africa. Indeed looking southward I could discern land in the distance. Also not far off to our stern I noticed a large ship with black sails built in the Arab style. I stood and conversed with the Captain for some minutes as he told me that in consequence of the storm our passage would take longer than anticipated and that we might arrive in Naples a day or so later than expected. While we were conversing the Captain appeared to be distracted. He constantly glanced towards the stern at the large black ship which was closing on us fast.



I became somewhat alarmed myself and said, ‘Captain, what is that vessel to our stern. You appear somewhat concerned about it, Sir.’



‘It maybe nothing,’ the Captain replied, ‘but these waters used to be infested with pirates. They are rarely seen these days but I think you had best get below, Miss, just to be on the safe side.’



‘But Captain I would like to stay and see what is happening.’ I said.



‘Please Madam, you will get to your cabin now and lock yourself in with the other ladies,’ ordered the Captain.



I had no option but to obey such an order and taking a last look at the mysterious dark ship I took myself to the cabin. As soon as I entered the door I excitedly told Lucy and Miss Burnley what I had seen and heard. Miss Burnley was prostrate upon her bunk and showed little interest but Lucy was thrilled.



‘A pirate ship! Oh how romantic. I hope they will not make us walk the plank,’ she said excitedly.



‘Don’t be so silly, Lucy,’ I responded. It is probably just an Arab dhow. And just supposing it were a pirate vessel this is a British ship armed with cannon. It would be more than a match for some Barbary pirates.’



At that moment as we peered through the porthole the mysterious ship started to come alongside. It was clearly visible. A large black vessel with huge black triangular sails. To my horror the vessels gun ports were open and her cannon were pointing straight at us. On the decks were visible a large number of men in Arab costume. Suddenly there was a huge explosion and then a splash in the water just outside our porthole. I could not believe it, the black ship had fired upon us. Perhaps they were indeed the dreaded Barbary pirates of which I had read.



I could hear shouting and running feet on deck. The black ship came closer but thankfully did not fire at us again. Why was our crew not returning fire like true Englishmen? I decided to go on deck and find out what was happening and told the others of my intention. Miss Burnley suddenly roused herself.



‘If this is indeed a pirate ship you will stay in the cabin until our crew has seen them off. I forbid you to put yourself in danger,’ the governess said.



Lucy and I looked at one another and dashed from the cabin up to the deck. The deck and rigging of our vessel were full of sailors looking at the mysterious black ship. I found the Captain and demanded to know what was happening.



‘Ladies, I believe I ordered you to your cabin. Why have you disobeyed my orders?’



‘Captain we simply need to know what is taking place. Is that really a pirate vessel? Why are we not defending ourselves? Why are you not firing back at them.’



‘Madam, that vessel is indeed a Barbary pirate. Do you see those flags on the other ship. They are signals. The message tells us to heave to and we shall not be harmed. The pirates wish to inspect our cargo but promise to leave all on board unharmed and free to go,’ the mariner replied.



‘But Captain, if these people are indeed pirates they are not to be trusted. Do you not know the reputation of the Barbary pirates. Their prize is human slaves not just the cargo of merchantmen.’ I said. ‘That may be true,’ he replied. ‘But we are heavily outgunned and outmanned. If we resist we shall be slaughtered. Maybe they will be true to their word and let us go free once they have plundered our cargo. We have no choice.’



The black ship was now only a few yards away from us. The captain tore himself away from me and barked an order to pull in the sail. Soon the ship slowed almost to a halt. On the black ship a horde of ruffianly looking Arabs stood by the rail brandishing swords, pistols and other weapons. As the pirate ship closed with us several of their number threw grappling irons attached to ropes at our ship. Once secured they used these to draw the ships together. As the pirate vessel came alongside a swarm of the ruffians clambered across the rail and boarded our ship.



Among the pirates was once who stood out. Although dressed in the Arab fashion he was marked by his European appearance with fair skin and blonde hair. He was clearly the leader from the quality of his clothes which were of fine silks, heavily embroidered and from the bejewelled rings which sat on every finger of both hands. The pirate captain ran straight up to our Captain and pointed his sword at him. To my surprise he spoke good English, though with an accent.



‘Good day Captain. If I may say so you have made the right decision. In surrendering you have saved the lives of your crew and passengers. Please have all aboard your vessel mustered on the deck now.’



The captain immediately ordered that Lady Okaleigh, Miss Burnley, the servants and the remaining crew be brought on deck and a few moments they appeared guarded by several of the pirates. Miss Burnley was shaking with fear while Lady Oakleigh appeared in a towering rage.



‘Unhand me you villains. Do you not realise who I am. My god, you shall hang for this every one of you,’ she roared.



Before that lady was able to mouth any more such imprecations one of the pirates seized her arms while another stuffed a ball of material into her mouth effectively silencing her.



Now the pirate captain spoke again. ‘Ladies and gentlemen. I must apologise for misleading you. My name is Abu Qadir though I was once called Jean-Francois Leopold. You are of course my prisoners and I shall dispose of you now as I please. Should you wish to enlist in my service you will remain free men but those of you who refuse my offer shall shortly find themselves on sale in the slave market at Algiers. I myself am of French birth and was once taken by a pirate ship. Now I command one myself and I am a wealthy man. Join me and share in our plunder.’



For a few moments there was silence. To their credit not one of the sailors who had been so miserably betrayed by their cowardly captain offered to join the pirate crew. Suddenly to my surprise a voice I recognised came from the other end of the deck.



‘I will join you. I am a slave now so if you offer me freedom I will take it.’



At that moment Johnson stepped forward in front of the pirate Captain.



‘Welcome to our brotherhood, friend,’ said Abu Qadir. ‘From this day you are a free man. But who is your mistress?’



Johnson pointed at Lady Oakleigh who was still struggling to free herself and making muffled noises through her gag.



‘Ah Madame, enchante,’ said Abu Qadir, ‘we will deal with you later. Take her and these other ladies to their cabin.’



With that two pirates seized each of us and we were dragged reluctantly back to our cabin. Lady Oakleigh attempted to remonstrate with the pirates as soon as her gag was removed. She demanded to be returned to her own cabin but the pirates signaled that she was to remain with the rest of us.



So we remained with little option but to lie on our bunks in the cabin wondering what fate awaited us and the members of the crew. Lady Oakleigh was more voluble than I had ever known. She insisted that she would have the captain tried for cowardice and that the pirates would certainly be caught and hanged. Miss Burnley alternated between bouts of weeping and loudly lamenting that we would be taken to Africa as slaves. I tried to cheer the company, pointing out that from what I had read the Barbary pirates usually ransomed wealthy prisoners and that once our families heard of our plight and paid a ransom we would surely soon after be free. This only set Miss Burnley wailing again as she bemoaned the fact that her family would assuredly be unable to afford a ransom for her. At this I assured her without much conviction that my father would certainly buy her freedom if it were possible.



CHAPTER 8



Miss Burnley has a dreadful experience at the hands of the pirates



It seemed we had been in the cabin many hours when finally the door opened and two heavily armed pirates ushered us out of the door and along the passageway to the captain’s saloon. We entered this chamber, which was the most lavishly furnished on the ship to see Abu Qadir seated in the Captain’s chair at the head of his chart table. The pirates signaled for us to stand in a line along one wall.



‘Good afternoon ladies,’ said the pirate captain. ‘I am sorry to inconvenience you but I have to ask you a few questions. First of all I need to know which of you are virgins.’ I was shocked at the impudence of this question. Lady Oakleigh began to expostulate once more and was quickly gagged again by one of the pirates.



‘Captain, that is a most personal and, if I may say, irrelevant question,’ said.Miss Burnley. ] ‘Madam, you are now my prisoner. You will follow my orders and answer my questions unless you wish me to have you flogged.’ said the pirate leader.



‘How dare you speak to me in that way. I am an Englishwoman and I will not be treated in this way.’



‘Very well you give me no option’ said Abu Qadir and signaled to his henchmen.



Suddenly Lucy and I found ourselves firmly seized and held by four of the fiendish knaves. Meanwhile two others seized Miss Burnley and dragged her in front of the table. They forced her down so she was bent over the foot of the table and held her there. Abu Qadir nodded to one of the pirates who stepped forward. To my horror he was brandishing what I think is termed a cat o’ none tails in the British navy, an evil looking whip. The pirate with the whip seized the hem of Miss Burnley’s dress and petticoats pulled them up to her shoulders. She struggled to resist but was held fast by two burly pirates. Next the villain seized her drawers and pulled them around her ankles revealing her pale buttocks to the entire pirate company.



‘Please Captain Abu Qadir, this is not necessary.’ I said. ‘I can assure you that my friend and I are unmarried ladies and are of course virgins. As for Lady Oakleigh she is a married lady and has had two sons.’



At this I noticed Lucy blush slightly.



‘And you lady,’ said Abu Qadir. ‘What is your state?’



‘None of your business, you cur,’ shouted Miss Burnley bravely. ‘Very well,’ said the pirate and nodded to the man with the whip.



To my horror the blackguard immediately brought down the whip hard across Miss Burnley’s bare backside with a loud crack. My sympathy for Miss Burnley was somewhat tempered by the thought that in one sense she was only getting her just desserts. I had only had time to briefly reflect on this when the whip came crashing down again, this time leaving a red line of blood where it had pierced the poor lady’s skin. Miss Burnley’s buttock’s were now crimson with the lacerations of the many tails of the whip. However, the villain had no mercy and brought the lash down for a third time on the poor woman’s posterior. This time the governess squealed with pain.



‘Now Madam, I ask you once more are you a virgin or not?’ said Abu Qadir.



‘I am not married and have never been,’ said Miss Burnley.



‘Answer the question unless you wish to feel the lash once more,’ the villainous Frenchman retorted.



‘Very well, I am indeed a virgin,’ gasped Miss Burnley.



At this the pirates released her and she collapsed apparently in a swoon upon the floor. I felt sure that our governess was not telling the whole truth. I knew that she had yielded her rear portal to Mr Woodford when I had spied them in the cabin in the woods and felt sure that he had a some point also conquered the front entry. I wondered what the pirates might do if they found out she had deceived them.



‘Ladies, it will be necessary to verify the truth of your statements,’ said Abu Qadir. ‘You must know that white skinned virgins fetch a high price in the slave market at Algiers. Indeed the most beautiful are destined for the harem of the Bey himself. However, my life would not be worth a sou if I were to send a woman to the Bey claiming she were a virgin when this was not true.’



Suddenly the captain nodded to the two pirates who were holding me fast. Before I could resist they quickly propelled me towards the table and forced me to lie down upon it on my back. I was held fast by four of the swarthy knaves gripping each of my arms and legs tightly. Abu Quadir stood and walked to the other end of the table facing my feet. Without pausing he swiftly pulled up my dress. The pirates holding my feet suddenly seized my drawers and pulled them straight off me and before I could resist pinioned my legs once more. I was now entirely naked from the waist down with my legs spread wide apart my privy parts exposed to the icy stare of the blue eyed French Berber.



Abu Qadir stepped forward and without pausing thrust his hand between my legs. I struggled to free myself but I was held fast. Slowly his finger invaded my secret place. I could feel the invading digit thrusting upward inside me until suddenly he met resistance.



‘Ah, une vierge veritable!’ exclaimed the pirate triumphantly. ‘I think you Mademoiselle may be exactly what the Bey is looking for.’



I quailed at this statement. If I was to be sold as a slave to the Bey, what prospect was there that I might be ransomed. I began to wonder whether it might have been better to rid myself of the encumbrance of my virginity.



As I was musing on this I was rudely dragged from the table and taken to stand back where I was before. Now it seemed it was Lucy’s turn to undergo the same humiliation. She too was dragged to the table and forced to lie down. Her drawers were ripped from her without ceremony and like me she was laid out naked from the waist down for the pirate captain’s inspection. Abu Qadir thrust his finger mercilessly into my poor cousin’s womanhood. A look of surprise came upon his face. He thrust the finger in deeper. He wriggled his hand around. It was clear he could find no trace of Lucy’s maidenhead. I myself was puzzled. Lucy had been ravished in the rear by Lord Oakleigh but as far as I knew she had never surrendered her maidenhead to any man. Suddenly I remembered the games we had played with the hairbrush. Therein lay the answer. In one of these games too vigorous an action with the hairbrush must have deprived poor Lucy of her maidenhead. And now the pirates would not believe her a virgin. What would they make of this? Would they be angry and take revenge upon her?



Abu Qadir certainly seemed angry. ‘Petite putain!’ he cried. ‘Why did you not tell me you were no longer a virgin. You will pay for your lies.’

At that he signaled his men to drag Lucy back into her place next to me. I attempted to speak to Lucy as she came back to stand beside me but the pirates holding me tightened their grip menacingly and I thought better of it.



Now it was Miss Burnley’s turn. I felt certain that she would not prove herself to be a virgin. Four of the pirates picked her up from where she was slumped on the floor and dragged her onto the table. Once more she was stripped from the waist down and her legs were pulled apart revealing the large patch of thick hair growing between her legs. Abu Qadir thrust his finger into the governess’s secret passage as he had done with Lucy and me and showed his disgust when once more there was no sign of resistance.



‘Sacre bleu! Are all you Englishwomen whores,’ exclaimed Abu Qadir. ‘Perhaps you are the last virgin left in England, Mademoiselle?’ he said, leering at me. ‘You at least will make a fine present for the Bey,’ he said to me, ‘ but the rest of you whores will only fetch a poor price. So the least you can do is provide some sport for myself and my crew.’



At that the pirate leader threw himself into the Captain’s chair at the foot of the table and to my surprise began to unbutton his breeches. He opened them and revealed his manhood standing upright, clearly in a state of some arousal. He beckoned to the two men holding Lucy and they dragged her across the room to where he was sitting and forced her to kneel before him.



‘Eh bien ma petite putaine,’ he said. ‘Have you taken a man’s organ in your mouth before?’



‘Certainly not and I do not intend to now,’ Lucy spat back.



‘Then perhaps you would prefer the treatment meted out to your governess? I could have you thrashed within an inch of your life, or perhaps you would like me to let my whole crew have their way with you?’ the pirate said threateningly.



At this Lucy quailed but did not speak.



‘Leave her alone,’ I said. ‘My cousin may not appear to be a virgin but I can assure you, sir, that she is one!’



‘Silence!’ barked the captain.



Immediately one of the pirates gripping me held an enormous and wicked looking knife to my throat. I knew I had no option but to obey this ruthless man.



‘Now you will please do as I order and take my organ in your mouth,’ said Abu Qadir menacingly.



Hesitantly Lucy lowered her head and brought her lips around the man’s enormous rod. She seemed uncertain what to do and for a moment remained bent over with her lips around the huge instrument which emanated from a nest of thick hair in the pirate’s breeches. Suddenly the captain seized her by the hair and pushed her head down upon his organ so that the whole length disappeared deep in Lucy’s mouth. I could not understand how she was able to accommodate the whole length, which surely must have reached the back of her throat. Now the villain lifted her head so that only the tip of the monster remained between her lips and then once more thrust her head downwards plunging his organ fully into her mouth once more.



‘Now you understand that which you must perform Mademoiselle?’



Lucy grunted as best she could with a large male organ filling her little mouth. Now she commenced raising and lowering her head taking the whole length of the man’s throbbing phallus into her mouth and then pulling back once more. I felt quite unable to assist my friend and watch helplessly, a knife at my throat, as she was forced to perform this unspeakable act upon this rogue. After a couple of minutes of vigorous sucking by Lucy, the knave began to grunt and moan in the most vile manner. The pirates standing around began to cheer in time as Lucy’s head bobbed up and down upon the man’s organ. Suddenly Abu Qadir emitted a loud moan and grasped Lucy’s head. It was clear that the wretch had reached his climax and was now forcing my poor friend to swallow every drop of his seed. I could hear Lucy gulping as she attempted to swallow the copious flood of hot liquid which the cruel Frenchman was now erupting into her mouth. The pirate gave a final gasp of satisfaction and then pushed the wretched girl to one side. Lucy collapsed on the floor retching and attempting to spit out the remnants of his vile seed which remained in her mouth. Two pirates seized hold of her and dragged her to be seated in a chair at the side of the saloon.



‘Now madame, I think it is your turn to entertain my men,’ said Abu Qadir turning to Miss Burnley.



The poor governess was still lying on the floor in a dreadful state after her flogging. I could not believe that these wretches intended to impose still further indignities upon that lady, although I had little enough affection for her myself. Two burly Arabs took hold of Miss Burnley, hoisted her from the floor and deposited her on her back on the table. The poor governess gasped in agony as her lacerated buttocks came in contact with the hard wooden table. Suddenly one of the villains produced a huge knife and held it to Miss Burnley’s chest. I feared the poor woman was to be stabbed and attempted to break free from my captors but the blackguard with the knife pushed it so hard against my throat I feared he would cut the skin and I knew my resistance was in vain.



Instead of stabbing my governess the pirate proceeded to slit the front of her dress and then drew the knife down the full length of her garments. There was a loud ripping sound as he cut a slit the full length of the front of her gown. The rogue pulled back her dress leaving her naked except for her corset around her middle. Not content with this he took his knife once more and proceeded to also slit this garment, exposing the front part of the governess’s body entirely. Miss Burnley recovered herself sufficiently to try to wrap her vestiges of clothing around herself but the two pirates who had seized her now pinned her to the table by her arms. The poor woman was now entirely exposed to the gaze of the whole party of buccaneers. Her pale breasts heaved as she sobbed spread out upon the table like some sacrificial virgin.



Abu Qadir now spoke to one of his men in Arabic and the man strode forward. Quickly he unbuttoned his breeches, like his captain before he had a large and obviously aroused organ and there was little doubt what he intended to do with it. The villain climbed upon the table and with no further ado plunged his throbbing manhood between the governess’s thighs. The poor woman gasped in shock as the grunting pirate forced his inflamed sword into her tight little sheath. To my surprise the villain did not last long he made a few swift thrusts and then gave a cry and collapsed on top of Miss Burnley.



No sooner had he emptied his seed into the governess than another of the pirates pulled him aside ready to take his place. This rogue was clearly in less of a hurry. He commenced by licking the governesses ample breasts and then sucked greedily on each of her nipples in turn. Next he lowered his breeches and squatted across her chest. His organ was not yet fully erect. Like all the male organs of these Arabs it had undergone circumcision and the bulbous purple head of his short thick phallus was clearly visible as he held it out to Miss Burnley. She attempted to turn her head away but the villain held her head and forced her to accept his manhood into her mouth. Squatting over the helpless Miss Burnley he proceeded to thrust his enflamed organ in and out of her mouth. The governeses protests were quickly muffled by obstruction of her mouth by a portion of the pirate’s anatomy..



The pirate continued this motion for a few minutes but clearly felt that he was obtaining no satisfaction from it. He accordingly changed his position to one between Miss Burnley’s legs and like the pirate before him lost no time in burying his now fully erect organ in her private passage. The pirate’s change of position freed Miss Burnley’s mouth once more and she began to shriek imprecations upon those around her. However, this was quickly cut short when one the pirates looking on stuffed a rag in her mouth effectively silencing her. The pirate who had mounted her continued to thrust vigorously between the unfortunate governess’s thighs. He clearly had more staying power than his companion and continued this activity for some minutes before he too climaxed loudly adding his contribution of seed to the deposit already made in Miss Burnley.



As this pirate climbed from the table a dispute seemed to arise between two pirates. I could not understand a word but I sensed that there was a conflict as to which of the villains would have his evil way with Miss Burnley next. Suddenly Abu Quadir shouted at his men and the dispute immediately ceased. He barked some kind of order at the men in Arabic and Miss Burnley was immediately lifted off the table and placed in a nearby chair. For a moment I hoped that the poor lady would now be spared further torment by these monsters. To my surprise one of the rogues jumped upon the table and lowered his breeches. Two of the other villains now dragged poor Miss Burnley from her chair once more and thrust her across the room until she was facing the foot of the table. They suddenly seized her remaining shreds of clothing and ripped them from her shoulders. The unfortunate lady was now left entirely naked while the grinning pirate on the table leered at her and thrust his now exposed manhood upwards towards her.



The two pirates who had just stripped her now pushed her head down onto the erect pole of their prone colleague. Our poor governess was once more forced to take the throbbing manhood of one of the pirates into her mouth and to suck on the monstrous implement like some giant lollipop. However, the poor lady’s torments were not to end here. She was now bent over the pirate’s form on the table her head bobbing up and down upon his throbbing phallus. Her plump buttocks were exposed to the lascivious gaze of the assembled pirates and clearly showed the lacerations of her earlier lashing.



At this moment another pirate stepped forward, an evil looking rogue with a patch over one eye, perhaps concealing an injury taken in some former battle. The blackguard unbuttoned his breeches and revealed a large dark skinned pole now in the final stages of tumescence. The pirate placed himself behind Miss Burnley, who was still unaware of his intentions, occupied as she was with her act of fellatio upon the man on the table. The man with patch held his erect organ and proceeded to line it up not with the expected target but placed it squarely between the cheeks of Miss Burnley’ s backside. Realising that she was about to be sodomised, Miss Burnley attempted to wriggle free but she was still held fast by the two burly pirates who had dragged her from the chair earlier. Patch continued his assault now lodging his organ firmly between the lady’s buttocks and attempting to gain admittance at her postern gate. The rogue made several thrusts to no effect. It was clear that the tiny aperture would not permit the entry of so large an organ easily. Not to be deterred the pirate stepped back a moment and spat upon his fingers and then thrust two of them deep into Miss Burnley’s tight little orifice moving his digits in and out a few times for good measure. He then repeated the process this time anointing the throbbing purple head of his circumcised monster before once more lodging it against the sobbing governess’s fundament.



This time the pirate appeared to achieve his objective and with a mighty thrust pushed his instrument firmly through the tight aperture. Despite still having her mouth filled by the other pirate’s invading organ, Miss Burnley emitted an audible squeal of pain as her tight little entrance was so cruelly stretched by the patched pirate’s mighty pole. The monster allowed the poor lady no time to get used to the unnatural invasion of her excretory orifice by his procreative organ but now commenced to thrust vigorously into her back passage. Poor Miss Burnley was now being ravished both in the mouth and at the other end of her alimentary tract by two pirates simultaneously. The villain on the table was the first to climax and jetted a stream of his seed into the lady’s mouth. The two pirates holding her forced her to swallow the hot, sticky stream by holding down her head and the poor woman struggled to breathe, spluttering and choking. This cruelty only seemed to further arouse the passions of the pirate with the patch who now proceeded to bugger the poor governess with even greater vigour than before. Mercifully, he too climaxed a few moments later letting forth a hot stream into the governesses bowels and groaning with pleasure as he emptied the seed of his loins into her rectal cavity.



At that moment Miss Burnley appeared to swoon away entirely and I feared lest the ravishment of the pirates had caused her some fatal internal injury. The two pirates who had been holding her dragged her off the table and laid her down on the floor. Abu Qadir signaled to the pirates holding myself and Lucy to allow us to tend to her. I immediately bent over the insensible woman calling out her name and after a few moments she fluttered her eyelashes and then opened her eyes and gazed at me.



‘Captain Abu Qadir,’ I said, ‘I must insist on taking Miss Burnley back to her cabin to allow her to recover from the dreadful torture which you have just inflicted upon her. Please be merciful and spare us from any further indignities.’



‘Very well,’ said Abu Qadir, ‘Miss Burnley may return to her cabin with two of my men but you three will remain here. There is something which I wish you to witness.’



I dreaded what new torment the pirates might subject us to and waited in terror for what would take place next. In the meantime two pirates following Abu Qadir’s orders dragged the almost unconscious woman out of the saloon and back to our cabin. For a moment there was silence and then to my great surprise Johnson, Lady Oakleigh’s manservant who had defected to the pirates entered. CHAPTER 9



Johnson exacts his revenge upon Lady Oakleigh



Johnson stood impassively in the doorway to the saloon.



‘Welcome friend,’ said Abu Quadir, ‘I believe you have some words to say to these ladies, especially to your former mistress.’



The huge black man paused, seemingly uncertain how to respond and then he spoke.



‘Ladies I think you should know the reasons for my decision to join these brethren of the seas. You must know that I was born a slave in the island of Barbados in the West Indies. The plantation on which I was born was owned by Lady Oakleigh’s father. At the age of six I was sent to the great house to learn the skills of a houseboy. At first I was relieved that I should not have to work as a field hand cutting cane in the fields but this did not last long. I was a good looking boy and it was well known that Sir James often used the slaves both male and female for his own pleasure. Once while about my duties I was passing one of the bedrooms and the door was slightly ajar. One of the black maids was bent over making the bed. Suddenly Sir James came up behind the poor woman and pulled up her skirt. It was clear that this was not the first time he had undertaken such an action for the poor woman simply stood where she was, bent over the bed while my master unbreeched himself and proceeded to ravish her from behind. I watched the whole proceedings from behind the door and then fled.’



‘It was a few months later when I was waiting on Sir James one morning. It was my responsibility to take him his morning tea. I placed the tray on the table beside his bed and bowed as I had been trained to do.



“Please shut the door and come here boy,” said Sir James.



I obeyed and returned to standing by the bed awaiting his next order.



“Now boy take off your clothes and get into bed with me,” my master ordered.



“But master…” I protested.



“Do you want a thrashing boy?” bawled my master. “Do as you are told. Strip and get into this bed.”



I was terrified and immediately removed all my clothes and crept into the bed beside my master. The evil old rogue then proceeded to use me in an unnatural manner. I felt humiliated and degraded but knew that as a slave there was little I could do. This abuse continued occasionally for some months until thankfully my master returned to England.’



‘Two year later Lord Oakleigh asked for this lady’s hand in marriage. At that time it was the height of fashion in London society to employ black servants and Sir James’ daughter the future Lady Oakleigh insisted that I accompany her to her new life to be trained as her valet. I had no wish to leave my mother and family in Barbados but as a slave I had no choice. I waved a tearful farewell to them for the last time and departed for England. Since then I have served her ladyship faithfully, administering to her every need. Not once in all those years have I ever received a word of thanks from her or any token of appreciation of my service. In all those years I dreamed of returning to Barbados and seeing my family once more but whenever I requested this it was denied. Now I am a free man and I will sail the seas with these gentlemen. Perhaps the day will come, when I have made my fortune, then I shall be able to return to the West Indies and buy the freedom of my family.’



‘But for now our fortunes are reversed, Lady Oakleigh. I am at last a free man and you are about to become a slave but before you become someone else’s slave you shall serve as mine. Captain Abu Qadir has granted me this as a favour in return for my joining his crew.’



At this Lady Oakleigh drew herself up and said, ‘Johnson, I do not understand this talk. I know not what nonsense these pirates have filled your head with. For my part I have always tried to be the best of mistresses to you. I simply do not believe you were ill used by my father but even if it were true my father’s sins can surely not be laid at my door?’



‘Madam you will pay both for your own cruelties and for those of your family.’ replied Johnson coolly. ‘You will feel what it is like to be totally in someone else’s power, to feel degraded and humiliated. Now you will remove your clothes.’



‘How dare you speak to me your mistress in this way,’ said Lady Oakleigh in complete astonishment. ‘No man has a right to make such demands of me, least of all someone who is my servant.’



‘You will remove your clothes as I order now or I shall ask these gentlemen to do so for you,’ said Johnson threateningly.



Lady Oakleigh bravely still refused to comply with her servant’s order and stood her ground. Johnson gestured to the two pirates guarding her and they dragged her to the table and stretched her out upon it. Johnson strode forward and pulled a sharp knife from his belt. With this he began to quickly cut at Lady Oakleigh’s clothes. She courageously struggled to free herself from the grasp of the two rogues who were holding her fast but in vain. At last Johnson dealt her a might blow across the face and she lapsed into stunned silence as he cut away the last vestiges of her garments and with them any remaining shreds of her dignity.



Johnson now indicated to the two pirates that he wished Lady Oakleigh to be turned over so she lay face down upon the table; they quickly complied with this. He then seized her ankles and pulled her backwards until her feet rested on the floor. She was now standing at the foot of the table with her body bent over it. Her arms were held fast by the two roguish Berbers on each side while her large milky white bosoms spread out across the table. Her plump pale backside was now fully exposed and I waited fearfully to see what indignity would be imposed on the poor lady next.



Johnson now unbuttoned his breeches and for the second time exposed his mighty male organ to my gaze. Having now seen several of the pirates similarly exposed I was able to ascertain that Johnson’s rod was of particularly prodigious proportions measuring I would estimate at least twelve inches in length and also being of abnormal thickness. The servant’s organ was already in a state of some tumescence and he now rubbed his hand up and down his huge pole with no trace of embarrassment until the might rod had achieved a state of complete firmness.

I had already seen that Lady Oakleigh enjoyed the sensations of penetration by her servants massive rod and I wondered why Johnson intended to adopt this course if his intention was somehow to take vengeance on his mistress. Perhaps he felt the indiginity of being ravished before the assembled pirates would be sufficient to repay the debt he clearly felt Lady Oakleigh owed him. It soon became clear that Johnson’s intended target was not the aperture which it had been his wont to enjoy. Holding his huge black organ in his hand Johnson positioned the tip squarely in the channel between Lady Oakleigh’s quivering buttocks. I could not believe it were possible that an organ of such mighty dimensions could penetrate so tight an orifice but it was clear that Johnson’s intention was to sodomise his mistress.



Johnson began to press the massive bulb which was the head of his organ against the tight aperture of Lady Oakleigh’s rear portal but appeared to make little headway. Lady Oakleigh began to scream with pain and attempted to shake off her assailant to no avail. Johnson continued his thrusting for some moments and then roared in frustration. Suddenly he appeared to have an idea, he pulled off his breeches entirely and walked across the saloon to a cabinet set against the wall. To my amazement he reached inside and found the silver container used by the captain and his guests for butter. Smiling Johnson carried this back to the table and took a large lump on the end of his index finger. He now proceeded to rub the butter around the tiny nether orifice of Lady Oakleigh. As he pulled the cheeks of the poor lady’s buttocks apart the tiny pink rosebud was clearly visible lavishly smeared with the butter. He then continued by inserting his finger into the tight hole and worked more of the butter into its interior. He repeated this process several times until he was satisfied that tight little shaft was adequately lubricated. Now the rogue turned his attention to his own organ, generously anointing the tip with butter and rubbing further quantities along the whole length of the mighty shaft.



Lady Oakleigh obviously sensed what was coming next and moaned.



‘Oh Johnson, dear Johnson. Please do not do this unspeakable thing to your mistress. Please spare me. Oh Johnson!’



At that moment Johnson once more laid siege to her ladyship’s little postern gate, attacking the secret entrance with his mighty battering ram. At first he again made little headway but after a few moments appeared to have effected a partial entry as Lady Oakleigh screamed in pain. I could only imagine the agony that poor lady was suffering as her tiny aperture was stretched by the invasion of his massive head. The monster did not pause to allow his mistress to recover but continued to thrust his swollen rod further and further into her anal tract. After some moments of vigorous thrusting about two thirds of the huge member was buried between Lady Oakleigh’s plump cheeks. This did not seem to satisfy the enormous black man, he was clearly intent on burying the whole mighty phallus in her bowels and continued to saw back and forth in his efforts to make further inroads. Lady Oakleigh continued to alternate between screaming for mercy and uttering the most unladylike curses on her former slave. Finally, it would appear that the monstrous pole was fully buried in her ladyship’s rectum as Johnson rested with his hips firmly pushed against the cushions of his mistress’s buttocks. For a moment he reached forward and caressed the plump breasts spilling out across the table, perhaps remembering former amorous encounters with his mistress. Then perhaps he remembered his true purpose in the encounter and, seizing the rosy pink tips, he cruelly squeezed them until Lady Oakleigh once more screamed in pain.



Now the ebony giant began his assault in earnest. He withdrew the huge piston of his manhood until only the tip remained embedded and then thrust the full length into her ladyship’s narrow shaft. This action was repeated at first slowly but with an accelerating pace like some monstrous engine. Again and again the thick ebony spear impaled Lady Oakleigh’s delicate cleft until Johnson appeared to be in a frenzy like some giant rutting beast. Lady Oakleigh who had at first screamed with pain at the vicious rending of the delicate opening of her posterior now began to moan with each thrust. Although clearly in much pain from the brutal ravishment by her servant I began to wonder whether she was also experiencing some degree of pleasure from this harsh treatment. This impression was further confirmed as Johnson uttered a loud cry and climaxed. As the dark man let his seed erupt into his mistress’s bowels she moaned.



‘Oh Johnson, you have truly possessed me at last.’



Once more I pondered the mystery of the relationship between these two. Having completed his act of buggery, Johnson stepped away from his mistress and put his clothes on once more. Lady Oakleigh was left slumped across the table, a sorry figure.



‘Captain sir,’ I said. ‘Please I beg of you allow me to take Lady Oakleigh back to our cabin with my friend and permit us to attend to her.’



I had feared that Abu Qadir would allow his men to further violate Lady Oakleigh or even worse turn their attention upon Lucy and myself. I was therefore surprised when he acceded to my request.



Lady Oakleigh had collapsed from the table and now lay upon the floor. Lucy and I picked her up and carried her as best we could, accompanied by two of the pirates brandishing pistols and daggers. We staggered back to our cabin and laid her ladyship upon the spare bunk. The pirates left us but mounted a guard outside our cabin. Miss Burnley was already there upon her bunk, apparently fast asleep. I enquired softly of Lady Oakleigh whether there was anything I might do for her, she still appeared in a state of some shock and I could only imagine the sensations of pain and degradation which she must have been experiencing. Suddenly I remembered the salve from the apothecary’s shop which I had used so successfully to soothe Lucy following her caning by Miss Burnley.



‘Lady Oakleigh,’ I said, ‘I hope you will not think this indelicate. I have a wondrous salve which I obtained form our local apothecary. It can truly perform marvels in soothing wounds and soreness. I wonder whether you might permit me to apply a little to your afflicted area. Miss Lucy here will answer to its effectiveness for she has had occasion to use before now.’



‘Oh yes Lady Oakleigh,’ rejoined Lucy, ‘I would recommend Miss Amy’s salve most highly. I am sure it would offer you some relief from your…er… soreness.’



‘My dears I am in the last state of agony,’ announced Lady Oakleigh. ‘I am sure that there is nothing to be done but I shall simply curl up and die on this ghastly ship.’



‘Please your ladyship,’ I insisted, ‘do let me but try to offer some alleviation of your misery.’



‘Very well, child,’ said her ladyship.



I quickly found the little pot of salve in my case and gently rolled Lady Oakleigh onto her side so she was facing away from me. I hesitated to touch such a grand lady in so intimate a manner but resolved that there was nothing for it but to proceed. I gently pulled apart her ladyships plump buttocks and proceeded to examine the area around her little rosebud. The puckered little entrance was now swollen and bright red and gaped slightly open. To my horror a small trickle of sticky white liquid came from the entrance but this soon eased when I cleaned the tiny aperture with a cloth and some fresh water. Lady Oakleigh winced as I bathed her. I then applied some salve to the afflicted organ and she immediately pronounced this as effective in offering relief. I asked her if she desired me to apply a little of the salve internally and she assented. I therefore gingerly diped my finger into the ointment once more and began to gently insinuate my finger into her ladyship’s contused little orifice. She gasped in pain as my finger explored the violated channel. I worked the ointment around the entrance as best I could and then withdrew.



‘Ah Miss Amy, if I were not so sore that would be really quite agreeable.’ said Lady Oakleigh to my surprise. ‘I must say that salve of yours is quite marvelous and has quite entirely alleviated my distress.’



‘For that I am glad, your ladyship,’ I replied.



By now all of us were quite exhausted. Lady Oakleigh soon fell asleep. Lucy and I remained talking quietly for some time, speculating as to why we had been spared the dreadful ravishment meted out upon our companions and contemplating what might face us the next day.



CHAPTER 10



Amy and her companions are sold into slavery



I was awake early the next morning and rose to look out through our porthole. Land was clearly visible and I wondered whether we might be coming into a port shortly. We attempted to leave the cabin to take a little air but two pirates guarding the door indicated that we were not to leave. I signed to them that we were hungry and needed food and after some time we were brought some water, bread and dates, a curious breakfast. We were all famished and even Lady Oakleigh fell upon the food and quickly consumed it. Miss Burnley was still most distressed and sobbed constantly but Lady Oakeleigh seemed returned to her usual haughty good humour. She had found a clean dress and put it on and appeared none the worse for her ordeal of the previous day. I attempted to prevail upon Miss Burnley to employ some of my salve but she would have none of it and simply sobbed more vociferously when I suggested it.



The land I had seen came closer and it was soon apparent that we were approaching a city of some size. Houses streamed down a hillside to a port and the skyline was punctutated by the minarets of the mosques at which the Muslim peoples are wont to worship. We were soon entered into the harbour and then tied up at the quayside. The stone wall of the dock then obscured my attempts to see further and we were obliged to sit and listen to the sounds of sailors running on the deck above and shouts in a strange tongue coming from the quayside.



After what seemed an eternity our two guards ushered us onto the deck. To our amazement the entire crew was assembled on the main deck guarded by heavily armed pirates. The captain and all his men were chained like convicts. Now to my horror two pirates approached us carrying a bundle of chains. They proceeded to shackle each of us in turn with chains between our wrists and our ankles. Finally a long chain connecting Lady Oakleigh, Miss Burnley and myself was passed through our wrist chains. The two maids who had accompanied us on the voyage were now led forward and they too were shackled and joined to the ladies’ chain. I could not understand why Lucy was not joined with us in this way. A pirate prodded me with his sword indicating that I should lead the others down the gangway to the quayside. I looked up to see Abu Qadir upon the poop deck.



‘Captain,’ I cried, ‘Why is my friend, Lucy, not accompanying us as we depart form the ship?’



‘Your friend will stay here with me,’ said Abu Qadir. ‘I have other plans for her.’



‘Please Captain, sir,’ I continued, ‘I beg of you do not separate us. If we must go into slavery let us remain together.’



‘Madame, you will go, your friend will stay. Now go!’



With that I took a last look at Lucy whose face was filled with tears. One of the pirates then forced me away at swordpoint and I led the other ladies down the gangway and onto the dock. Behind us filed the ships’ crew also in chains, betrayed by their cowardly captain.



We were escorted through narrow streets by the pirates. Along the way Arab men stared and a few jeered at us in our sorry plight. We arrived at last at a gateway leading into a courtyard. Around the courtyard were many doors with barred windows. I feared that this would be our prison and was soon proved correct. One of the pirates spoke to a villainous looking Arab who unlocked one of the doors. The pirate then removed the chain linking us together but left our shackles on our wrists and ankles. One of the maids was pushed unceremoniously into the small cell behind the door. It was clear that we should have to enter voluntarily or suffer similar treatment so I led the rest of the party into the small confined space. Our gaoler then slammed the door behind us and locked it. Our new abode was a tiny room some eight feet across and perhaps twelve feet in depth. There was no light except what came through the barred opening in the door. The room was devoid of any furniture except that a wooden bench ran around three sides of the walls. I wondered what facilities might be available to answer the call of nature until I noticed a filthy bucket in the gloom in one corner of the cell. I began to wonder whether dying honourably resisting the pirates might not have been a better choice than the pitiable condition to which we were now reduced.



We spent the rest of the day in the miserable hole. The heat was unbearable; Lady Oakleigh complained incessantly and Miss Burnleigh simply sobbed inconsolably for most of the time. I conversed with the two maids who told me that they too had been violated most horribly by the pirates the day before. We had little to do but to speculate upon our fate which could only be too terrible to contemplate. Twice during the day the gaoler brought us a little food and water. I attempted to find out from him how long we would remain in this prison but he appeared to speak no English. At last night fell and we tried as best we could to sleep on the hard cramped wooden bench.



The next day there was a great bustle in the courtyard outside. Other prisoners appeared to be being chained together and marched away. Eventually our cell door was opened, we were once again lined up and chained together. I recognised some of the pirates from the ship who had come to escort us to our unknown destination. Once more we were marched through the narrow streets. Soon we arrived at a large gateway and were passed under it. We were driven along a long hallway, finally emerging into a great open chamber lit by windows high up in the walls. In the centre of this large room was a platform on which were standing a group of large black men. All around the room men in Arabic robes were standing. It quickly became apparent that this was a slave auction. The groups of men on the platform were sold and were led away to be replaced by another group.



While the bidding was going on we were watched by our pirate guards. After a few minutes Abu Qadir himself swaggered up dressed in his most magnificent apparel with even more gold and jewels sparkling on his fingers.



‘Ah Mesdames et Mesdemoiselles, so glad to see you again. You are no doubt excited at the prospect of meeting your new masters,’ he said.



‘Captain, I beg of you,’ I said. ‘Please contact our families, and let them know we are alive. They would pay handsomely for our release. There is no need to sell us to these people.’



‘Mademoiselle, perhaps you new master will ransom you. I cannot wait for your family to find the money. You will be sold now to finance my next voyage,’ Abu Qadir replied.



‘And my friend, Miss Lucy, what have you done with her?’ I asked him.



‘Ah, your pretty friend,’ he said. ‘Why, she will accompany me on my next voyage. I think the life of a pirate’s wife will suit her well.’



Before I could protest further Abu Qadir moved away. The two maids were pushed forward and placed on the platform. There was much shouting and after a few moments they were pulled from the stage by two mean looking Arabs. I was barely able to shout a quick farewell before they were taken away. Lady Oakleigh was taken up to the platform next. Her purchaser appeared to be a huge corpulent gentleman who led her away accompanied by a pair of attendants. She passed me by and entreated me to take care of myself, assuring me that her son would doubtless shortly secure our release; for myself I was not so sure.



Miss Burnley was next to mount the platform and attracted the interest of several bidders. In the end the successful bidder was a benevolent looking gentleman. He permitted her to spend a few moments taking her leave of me. I had never liked my governess but I was now sorry to see her, the last of my English companions, leaving me alone in this nation of strangers.



I expected to be forced to mount the dais so that I too could be sold off like some beast. Just at that moment a clamour broke out in the assembled throng. The crowd parted and a gentleman, obviously of some importance from his clothes and the size of his entourage entered the chamber. The aforesaid gentleman was of middle years with a long dark beard, streaked with grey. He was dressed in richly coloured clothes embroidered in gold and on his head wore a turban with a magnificent brooch mounted with a large jewel, perhaps a ruby. He was attended by a number of fierce and muscular looking black servants. One held a fan to cool his master and another a parasol to shade him from the sun. The remainder were armed with spears and scimitars and appeared to form a sort of bodyguard. To my surprise this distinguished gentleman walked straight up to me and looked me in the eye. Abu Qadir came running up and bowed low before him. There was a quick conversation in Arabic of which I was unable to decipher any meaning. At the conclusion of this Abu Qadir bowed to the gentleman once more.



The pirate turned to me and said, ‘This gentleman is the Grand Vizier to the Bey of Algiers. He will conduct you to your new master. Au revoir Mademoiselle et bonne chance.’



I had no opportunity to speak further for two of the large black servants seized my arms and marched me away behind the Grand Vizier and his procession. Once more we entered the narrow and labyrinthine streets but soon we emerged onto a broader throroughfare. This I could see led towards a large edifice which I assumed was the Bey’s palace or citadel. High walls surmounted by towers and minarets towered above the smaller buildings of the surrounding city. As we crossed a bridge and entered through a large and ornate gateway guards came to attention for the Grand Vizier and his retinue. I wondered what fate now had in store for me in this great palace.



The procession made its way through beautiful gardens where fountains and running water cooled the heat of the North African day. We passed through a series of courtyards and gardens until we came to a large iron studded door set into a high wall. One of the attendants knocked on the door which was opened by another black servant. The Grand Vizier spoke to him briefly and he indicated that I was to follow him. To my surprise the Grand Vizier and all his entourage remained outside so I followed the black servant down a long corridor until I was ushered into a room furnished with richly upholstered divans, cushions and small tables. The sole occupant of the room to my astonishment was a fair haired woman of European appearance. I was even more surprised when she spoke to me in perfect English.



‘Good day, Miss,’ she said. ‘I hope you have not had too tedious a journey. Would you care for a glass of lemonade?’



‘Er.. yes, thank you,’ was all I could stammer at first. ‘But please tell me why am I here?’



‘Of course, how rude of me,’ said the lady. ‘Let me introduce myself. My name is Miriam but I was once called Mary Onslow. You are now in the harem of His Excellency Ahmed Rashid, the Bey of Algiers. His Excellency learned of your capture by Abu Qadir and wished to meet you himself so he arranged with Abu Qadir for you to be brought to his palace.’



‘You mean he bought me as his slave,’ I said.



‘You are here as a prospective concubine of the Bey. Should he choose you as such it would be considered by most women as a great honour.’ Miriam replied.

‘I have no wish to be a concubine to the Bey or anyone else,’ I responded. ‘I simply wish to be reunited with my companions and continue my journey to Italy to meet my father.’



‘I am afraid that will not be possible. Now tell me your name and come and sit down and have some lemonade,’ said Miriam.



I could see that argument was useless; I was a prisoner, albeit in what appeared to be a gilded cage. I decided to bide my time and find out more about Miriam. I took a seat on the divan next to her and accepted the proffered glass of lemonade, which was deliciously refreshing after the ordeal which I had just suffered.



‘My name is Amy Northcott,’ I said. ‘You said that you were formerly called Mary Onslow, Miss Miriam. I was curious as to how you came to be living in the palace of the Bey of Algiers and why you changed your name’



‘Ah, my dear Amy,’ said Miriam, ‘I was once like you an English lady traveling the seas. I was employed as a governess to a British gentleman resident in Constantinople. Thus I became familiar with the ways of the Orient. On my return to England over twenty years ago I too was captured by Barbary pirates and brought to this country. The Bey’s father heard of this and ordered that I be brought to him. He immediately fell in love with me and made me one of his concubines and installed me in his harem. Like you, I spoke no Arabic, though I knew a few words of Turkish. I was lost and alone in a strange land. However, the Bey treated me kindly and lavished gifts upon me. In Turkey I had been treated as little better than a servant, now I was treated like a Queen with servants to wait on me. I soon learned the Arabic language and began to study the religion of Islam and in due course decided to embrace it as my own. Seven years ago the old Bey died and there was a struggle over who should become his successor. I feared for my own position. Eventually Ahmed Rashid the old Bey’s son established himself as the rightful successor. He asked me to assume the position of guardian of the harem. My chief responsibility is the training of the young ladies who are newly arrived in the harem so they are fully prepared for their duties. You are the first English lady to join us for some years but it is pleasant to be able to converse in my mother tongue once more.’



‘Have you no desire to leave this place and return to England?’ I asked.



‘Why no,’ Miriam replied. ‘this is now my home. Besides I have no family remaining and in England I faced only a life of service caring for the ungrateful children of others. I have grown used to the ways of this place and its people though they seemed strange at first.’



‘I shall never accept being a slave in this country,’ I said. ‘Besides, I have my father and my cousin Lucy, not to mention many friends and a home in England. You may have lost little in coming here but I have lost everything. I pray the Bey may take pity on me and allow me to return to my own people.’



‘Do not pin your hope upon that my child,’ said Miriam, ‘but rather groom yourself to a respectful acceptance of what Allah has ordained for you in his mercy.’



At that moment I did not feel that Allah had been particularly merciful to either myself or my companions on the voyage but I felt it was better not to make these feelings known to Miriam.



‘Now you must be very hungry after your journey.’ said Miriam as if I had just arrived at a friend’s house in a carriage.



With that she clapped her hands and the black servant who had brought me to her room departed and shortly returned bearing a tray with a variety of delicious looking foods. I suddenly realised what a voracious appetitie I had developed having had little to eat in the last two days and set to eating the repast before me.



‘This gentleman is Hamid, my eunuch,’ said Miriam. Once you are settled you too will allocated a eunuch to look after your needs.’



I though for a moment that a eunuch would be of little use for some of my needs but again decided it would be inappropriate to make a joke upon the subject.



‘So these eunuchs are quite without…er’ I said not knowing how to phrase the matter delicately.



‘Without male equipment,’ said Miriam helpfully. ‘Absolutely, it is removed by surgery when they are small boys. You see no men, apart from the Bey, are allowed in the harem. You will have observed that even the Grand Vizier was not admitted on your arrival.’



‘So their er equipment is removed so that they may not be tempted to interfere with the ladies of the harem?’ I asked.



‘Exactly so,’ she replied. ‘They are trained to be totally loyal to the Bey. My advice is to remain on good terms with them as they can make your life most pleasant or most difficult. You should particularly respect the Chief Eunuch, Mahmoud who is one of the most powerful officials in the palace.’



‘Now you must be tired,’ said Miriam. ‘I will allow you to settle in to your new quarters. Tomorrow your training as a concubine will begin. If you need anything please call for me. The eunuchs should be able to attend to most of your needs. They do not speak English but you should be able to make yourself understood with signs.’



With that Miriam signalled to the eunuch who was silently standing by the door. He opened the door and escorted me along a maze of corridors bringing me at last to what was to be my own room. This contained a large soft bed, a divan and several large cushions together with small tables and chests for clothes. The walls were hung with silken drapes and tapestries creating an altogether rich and exotic atmosphere.



Once the eunuch had departed I looked out of the window observing that I had my own balcony overlooking one of the beautiful palace gardens. For a moment I felt that this might not be such as bad place after all. Then I suddenly remembered Lucy and my father. I wondered what had become of Lady Okeleigh and Miss Burnley and I feared that I might never see any of them again. CHAPTER 11



In which Amy’s training begins and she visits the Turkish baths



The next day I was awoken by my eunuch bringing me breakfast. I had already met this personage the day before. Like most of the eunuchs he was of a dark African appearance rather than having the character of the lighter skinned North African Arabs. Like the other palace servants he was dressed in baggy cotton trousers and loose fitting silk shirt with a richly embroidered waistcoat. I later discovered that these waistcoats indicated the rank and role of the wearer in subtle elements of their colour and design. Suleiman, who had been allocated to serve me wore a pale blue waistcoat embroidered in yellow and white, which indicated that he was in the service of a lady of the harem and had a relatively junior status.



Suleiman handed me a tray with hot dark coffee, fresh flat bread, dates and a substance resembling curdled milk. I tried a little of this and it proved to be quite creamy with a slightly sour tang. I later found that this was a delicacy known as yoghurt. I was still making up for two days with little food and eagerly devoured the breakfast. Having eaten, Suleiman came to take away the tray and indicated that I should dress in a set of clothes which he had laid out upon the divan. The clothes were, of course, of Eastern design and were loose and flowing, quite unlike the tight fitting garments to which I was used. I soon, however, experienced a wonderful sense of lightness and freedom to be liberated from my corsets and tight fitting bodices.



After I had dressed Miriam entered my room and informed me that my training as a member of the harem was to start straight away. I asked her of what this training would consist. She explained that I would need to learn a little Arabic as quickly as possible so that I could communicate with other members of the harem and the servants. I would also learn deportment and etiquette and most importantly the arts of love. I pondered that this was not far removed from my lesson with Miss Burnley, except that I should now be learning Arabic instead of French. Nevertheless, I looked forward to lessons in the art of love, a subject which had never appeared in Miss Burnley’s curriculum.



The remainder of the morning was passed in my first Arabic lesson. I was no more adept in this than French but by the end of the day had mastered a few phrases which I went away to practice on the eunuchs who laughed out loud at my poor pronunciation. Suleiman, however, patiently corrected me and when he responded spoke slowly so that I might understand some of what he was saying and by this means I slowly began to pick up the language.



After a week I began to tire of the repetitive nature of my days. I felt confined within the walls of the harem. Certainly the other ladies and I were permitted to walk in the harem gardens which were exquisitely beautiful and carefully tended by their own corps of eunuch gardeners (dressed in green waistcoats). However, I longed to escape the confines of the walls and explore the mysterious and fascinating city outside but above all I longed to see Lucy again and to be reunited with my father.



I expressed these sentiments to Miriam one day during our lessons but she showed little sympathy.



‘Amy, my dear,’ she said, ‘your lot is not a hard one. Consider the majority of the human race who are forced to labour from dawn till dusk whether as slaves or as paid workmen and women in the country we came from. Here you have a life of ease, waited on by servants. You have only to make yourself available to the Bey when required. I believe that many women should gladly exchange places with you.’



‘But Miriam,’ I said, ‘what I lack is my freedom to go where I please. I may be well treated by the Bey but I am still his slave. I wish for a husband who will love only myself and treat me as his helpmate and companion. I will never have that in this place.’



‘This attitude will serve you ill,’ said Miriam. ‘I advise you to make the best of your situation with a quiet acceptance. Learn to enjoy what you have and through that find contentment in what Allah has given you.’



I could see that this debate would profit me little and spoke no more on the matter with Miriam.



The next day Miriam announced that the Bey wished to meet me and that it was necessary that I was prepared for him. That afternoon I was to take a bath and then I was to be dressed and prepared for His Excellency. I had assumed that the taking of a bath would involve a similar process to what took place in England whereby a servant would fill a tub with hot water and I should soap and rinse myself clean. How mistaken I was. I was now in the Orient where baths are taken in the Turkish style in what is termed the hamam.



I was escorted by Suleiman to the harem baths that afternoon. He handed me over to a huge female slave who appeared to preside over the place. She started to remove my clothes but I signaled that I would do this for myself. I felt strange standing naked before this huge woman but she indicated that I should follow her and led me into the next room. This was a stone chamber full of heat and steam, the like of which I had never experienced before. She indicated that I should lay myself on one of the wooden benches around the room. I noticed a number of other ladies presumably other members of the harem also lying around the room in a state of undress. They chatted amiably in Arabic but I found it impossible to understand their conversation.



On the bench opposite I could discern a large Oriental looking woman laying on her side. She had huge slightly pendulous breasts and a plump belly and thighs. What struck me most was the huge matt of dark hair between her legs which extended almost to her navel. I later realised that this was far from uncommon in Eastern ladies. To one side of me was a dark black African woman. Her skin was like ebony and shone darkly from the perspiration created by the intense heat of the room. The African woman had a sharp hooked nose and a haughty expression. She wore great gold hoops in her ears and her jet black hair was trained into tight braids. Unlike the woman opposite me the African was slender with a lean muscular build. Her breasts were small but stood firm and erect and the hair between her legs was sparse and composed of dark curls.



My third companion in the hot room was of more European appearance. Her skin was of a sallow colour and she had long dark hair tied back from her face. These combined with her large dark coloured oval eyes gave her a Mediterranean appearance. I tried to address her in French and then in Italian but she showed no signs of understanding. Suddenly she spoke to me and I recognised her words as one of the few Arabic phrases which I had so far mastered, she had asked my name. I struggled to remember the appropriate answer and was able to reply in Arabic that my name was Amy and I came from England. This led to a murmur from the three other ladies. I tried to engage them in further conversation but my efforts were hampered by my limited vocabulary and difficulty in understanding their questions. I did manage, however to learn their names. The Mediterranean girl was called Anastasia and she was Greek. The African lady said little but Anastasia said she was called Koumou and had been an African Queen but had been captured and sold into slavery. The plump lady’s name was Fatima but I did not manage to find any more about her history.



The intense heat of the bath began to make me feel sleepy and I lay on my back on the bench and closed my eyes. Without realising it I was soon actually asleep. I was awakened by strange sensations. Someone was very lightly stroking the inside of my thighs. I opened my eyes to see Anastasia sitting at the end of my bench; she was very slowly trailing her fingers up and down the inside of my legs. The sensation was most pleasant and I felt no inclination to protest at her actions. I suddenly realised that Fatima was sitting by my head at the other end of the bench. Very slowly she bent over me and to my surprise began to slowly circle one of my nipples with her tongue. The sensation of this too was quite exquisite. In the process of bending over me her huge plump bosom was left dangling before my face. I wondered whether I should reciprocate and tentatively reached for one of the huge dark nipples hanging in front of me with my tongue. I was just able to gently lick the tip and Fatima moaned in appreciation. As this seemed acceptable I seized the huge breast with both hands and brought it closer to my mouth. I was now able to take the whole nipple into my mouth and suck upon it gently. It was like being suckled by some large soft cow.



In the meantime Anastasia had moved her hand further upwards and was now gently stroking the inside of my thighs where they joined my body. Her hands roved closer and closer to the very centre of my womanhood. At last she gently brushed the downy hairs between my legs and then softly stroked my outer lips. The sensation was quite delightful and I allowed her to continue while I avidly sucked upon the bountiful mammaries of Fatima. Anastasia was now probing further into my hidden depths. Her fingers explored the wetness between my outer lips and gently stroked up and down my now dripping slit. I ached for her to touch the throbbing bud of my clitoris but she continued to stroke up and down the inside of my lips, occasionally exploring the little fold of skin between my two openings and then caressing the tiny entrance to the tighter hole below.



I wondered where Koumou, the African Queen had gone and turning my head I suddenly realised that she was lying on the bench opposite watching us and luxuriously rubbing herself between her legs. Suddenly she raised herself from the bench and crossed the room. She moved Anastasia into a kneeling position between my legs and seated herself behind her. She then began to vigorously lick the Greek lady between her legs and up and down the cleft between her firm buttocks. Anastasia grunted with pleasure and spurred on by this stimulation proceeded to do the same for me. Her tongue at first gently probed my dripping slit and then she at last found my humming clit and began to stroke it with her tongue in the most delightful manner. I continued to suck first one and then the other of Fatima’s massive breasts while she began to rub herself furiously with her free hand.



Soon waves of pleasure began to radiate outwards from the tiny nub which now seemed to be the center of my being. Anastasia was clearly practiced in this art and seemed to know exactly how to produce the most exquisite sensations by the ministrations of her tongue. Within a few moments I felt as though I were floating away on a cloud of ecstasy. I was overwhelmed by a huge surge of pure pleasure far in excess of what I had previously experienced, suddenly I was engulfed by a huge climax. I could no longer breathe and ceased to suck on Fatima’s nipple, instead I uttered a loud cry of joy as wave upon wave of pleasure washed over me. My body writhed in sheer delight as I climaxed repeatedly under the caresses of Anastasia’s tongue.



At last the waves of pleasure slowly subsided and I became more aware of my partners in the bath. Koumou had two finger deep inside Anastasia’s anterior orifice and was thrusting deeply in and out of this. Her other hand was stimulating the Greek lady’s clitoris while her tongue appeared to be engaged in stimulating her smaller posterior orifice. Anastasia began to groan with pleasure at this triple stimulation. Before I could move myself further, Fatima moved herself so she was squatting over my face. All I was able to see was the huge mat of black hair which now engulfed me. I carefully parted this rug and was able to penetrate to the interior. Licking up and down Fatima’s plump lips I was pleased to find that she was already well lubricated and for a few moments I enjoyed the delicious salty taste of her juices as I licked out the interior of her dripping slit. I then turned my attention to her clit. This proved to be swollen to quite prodigious proportions for a lady’s tiny organ, having almost the dimensions of a tiny penis. This did not deter me and indeed I delighted in my ability to suck the little organ as if perfoming the act of fellatio, as it is termed in the Italian.



I terntatively inserted one of my fingers in Fatima’s dripping channel as I continued to suck her engorged clit. She appeared to appreciate this and moaned in pleasure so I repeated the operation with two digits and began to slowly thrust them in and out of her gushing slit. I could no longer see what was passing between Anastasia and Koumou but I could hear the Greek girl screaming in pleasure and could only assume that Koumou had brought her to her climax by virtue of her technique of triple stimulation. I thought to try this for myself and taking my finger which was copiously coated with the Arabess’s lubricant juices I pressed gently against the tiny starfish of her bumhole. Like her mount of Venus, this orifice was liberally forested with thick dark hair. Once more she moaned in ecstasy and indicated that I should proceed on my mission. I pressed my finger beyond the tight outer ring and was admitted to the silken interior of her rectum. I slowly stimulated the tight little hole as my other hand found the wider and freely gushing channel. My lips and tongue continued their feverish sucking or her throbbing organ of pleasure. This seemed to arouse Fatima to new heights of excitement for she quivered in pleasure and began to cry out in such ectasy that I feared she might bring the attendant to enquire what was taking place. However, in a few moments she had achieved her climax, bringing her hips down in a series of firm thrusts upon my fingers and tongue and uttering a cry of joy.

As Fatima pulled herself away from my face I was at last able to observe what was taking place between the other couple in the chamber. Koumou was now laid out on her back on the floor and Anastasia was kneeling between her spread legs eagerly lapping at her open slit. I slipped off the bench and joined them kneeling beside the African Queen and applying my lips to her firm pointed breasts. I gently tongued her firm ebony nipples until they stood erect. They were of unusual length and I was able to suckle one in much the same way as I had sucked Fatima’s mighty clitoris. This seemed to give the African Queen much pleasure when combined with Anastasia’s ministrations to her lower regions and in a few moments we had brought her too to a quivering climax.



For a few moments we all rested in the steam room. It was oppressively hot and this sensation was amplified by the exertions which we had all just undergone. When everyone seemed sufficiently recovered Fatima spoke to the others in Arabic and they all stood. She beckoned to me to follow and they accompanied me into the next room which contained a large pool of water. The pool was lined with tiles of the deepest azure while the walls of the entire chamber were covered with more of these beautiful ceramics in the most intricate patterns.



My three companions entered the pool via a set of steps and plunged into the water. I followed them and immersed myself. The water was startlingly cold after the heat of the steam room but immediately served to revive and refresh my senses. I was just beginning to enjoy the coolness of this enticing experience when the huge woman who supervised the hamam appeared and beckoned to me. I wondered whether she had heard what had passed in the steam room and was now taking me for punishment but the others waved encouragingly for me to accompany her and I bade farewell to them in some of my few words of Arabic.



The giantess showed into a third room which contained a number of benches or flat couches. She indicated that I should lie on one of these and I obeyed. The woman now gestured that I should roll over onto my front, I wondered what would happen next. The attendant now took a small bottle of what appeared to be oil and poured a few drops on my back. The oil was sweetly scented and the fragrance immediately relaxed my senses. She then proceeded to work the oil into the skin all over my back. For such a large and coarse woman her hands had a marvelous delicacy and as she gently rubbed my shoulders and back it seemed as if all the cares and worries of the last few weeks slipped away. I could now feel her applying more oil to my legs and thighs as she continued her smooth action across my skin.



At the conclusion of this operation I felt supremely relaxed by also invigorated. Suddenly I remembered that tonight I would meet the Bey himself and all my fears returned. What would he think of me I wondered. If he found me attractive perhaps he would proceed to ravish me this very night. What if he did not find me to his taste; would I be sold into some worse form of enslavement? All these thoughts ran through my mind as the attendant brought me my clothes and assisted me to dress once more. I thanked her and left the hamam only to find Suleiman waiting attentively outside. He then conducted me back to my room.



I had only been returned to my room for a few minutes when Miriam knocked at my door.



‘Did you enjoy your visit to the hamam?’ she asked.



I was not sure what to make of this and wondered whether she was aware of what had taken place.



‘It was most relaxing and invigorating,’ I said ambiguously.



‘I must warn you that some of the harem women engage in immodest behaviour in the hamam.’ said Miriam. ‘It is well known what goes on but it is frowned on. My advice is to keep aloof from the other women and keep yourself out of trouble.’



‘I will try to remember that,’ I replied.



‘Now we must dress you ready for your visit from the Bey,’ she said.



Miriam opened one of the great chests and began to sort through the carefully folded garments within. She finally selected a gown of pale blue silk with exquisite silver embroidery upon the bodice. She asked me to try it on and to my delight I found it fitted perfectly. She then combed my long blonde hair and pinned it up into an elaborate arrangement. She selected a white scarf of some gauzy material and arranged it on my head. Finally she unlocked a small casket on a side table and produced a beautiful silver necklace which she hung around my neck. When I admired myself in the mirror I appeared transformed into an Eastern lady albeit one with pale skin and fair hair. However, I was not displeased with the effect and hoped that the Bey would be similarly impressed. It was still an hour before I was due to have my audience with the Bey. Miriam spent the rest of the time rearranging my clothes and hair, dabbing perfume behind my ears and instructing me how to speak and behave before His Excellency.



At last Suleiman knocked upon my door and beckoned me to follow him. I was led through the labyrinth of corridors of the harem until we at last arrived at a large set of double doors guarded by two of the Bey’s bodyguards in their crimson and gold uniforms. The bodyguards swung open the doors to admit us to the chamber within. This was a richly furnished room within the harem set aside for the Bey’s entertainment. He was reclining at the other end of the room on a pile of cushions upon a small dais. Two more of his bodyguards stood behind him and he was fanned by a slave standing to one side. Another slave was attending to a large hookah or water pipe from which the Bey occasionally took a puff. Lying beside the Bey was a stunningly beautiful woman with long dark hair and flashing black eyes.



I walked to the edge of the dais and prostrated myself before His Excellency as instructed by Miriam. I was initially reluctant to submit myself in this way, however, when Miriam pointed out that this man held the power of life and death over me and that it might be wisest if I humoured him I acceded to her advice. The Bey called me to sit beside him and I took my place on the dais on the opposite side from the dark haired woman. My Arabic was still most imperfect but I was able to comprehend sufficiently to understand when the Bey introduced the dark haired lady as Leyla one of his concubines. He enquired in a formal way about my health and whether my accommodation was satisfactory and I replied politely that I was well and that I found my apartment quite delightful. All this was as I had been instructed by Miriam.



The Bey himself was a relatively young man, I judged him to be about thirty years of age. He was of a handsome appearance possessing a fine aquiline nose and alert dark eyes. However, he appeared to be inclining to corpulence perhaps brought on by the indulgence of his lifestyle. After a few moments of rather stilted conversation in which I attempted to use my few Arabic phrases, he clapped his hands. Immediately the great doors opened once more and a troop of eunuchs from the harem kitchens entered bearing great trays piled with food. Serving the Bey first they proceeded to distribute food to all those present. This feast was of the most delicious sort offering meat, fish and fowl of many varieties together with rice, breads, vegetables and sweetmeats. The food appeared not to be served in courses as in England but was simply laid out on large plates around which groups of diners sat and helped themselves to whatever they fancied. No cutlery was provided and I followed the example of the Bey and the other diners selecting what I desired and eating with my fingers. After everyone had eaten slaves arrived with water bowls and napkins so that we might cleanse our hands.



I thought that once the meal was concluded I might be dismissed. However, after a few minutes the Bey clapped his hands once more and a group of musicians began to play a loud wailing variety of tune. Immediately a group of female dancers entered the room. These ladies were clad in long pantaloons rather than skirts and on the upper part of their bodies wore only a short bodice type garment which revealed their bellies and waists together with a large part of their breasts. All the women wore large quantities of gold and jewels including large stones set in their navels by some means. The dancers proceeded to perform a dance the like of which I had never seen before, swaying and gyrating their hips in the most sensual and provocative manner. The Bey appeared to be highly entertained by this and applauded loudly together with all those present at the conclusion of the performance. As the dance proceeded I became aware that Leyla’s eyes were not upon the dancers but that she was examining me in the greatest detail and regarding my person with a look of the greatest malevolence. I wondered whether she considered me as a rival for the Bey’s affections and prayed that she would not turn the Bey against me by some means.



Following the performance by the dancing troupe, Leyla herself performed a solo dance in a similar style for the Bey, he seemed much pleased with this and embraced and kissed her warmly at the conclusion of her performance. Soon afterwards the Bey stood up as a signal that he was about to leave. Most of the others in the room instantly prostrated themselves so I followed suite. The Bey took Leila’s arm and led the way from the chamber followed by his entourage of bodyguards, pipe and fan bearers and various other attendants.



Once the Bey had left a murmur of conversation swept through the room. It was clear that the women of the harem now felt they could relax and gossip among themselves. A number approached me and attempted to engage me in conversation. I responded as best I could until Miriam arrived beside me and assisted by acting as my interpreter. If Leila had a grudge against me there was no sign of this amongst the other ladies I spoke to who welcomed me to the harem like some long lost sister. I spent an altogether agreeable evening in their company before Suleiman conducted me back to my chamber. CHAPTER 12



Amy continues her instruction with Miriam



The next day my training with Miriam continued. When I arrived at her room she looked pleased.



‘I have had a message from the Bey. He was much taken with you last night. He wishes you to be prepared to spend time alone with him,’ said Miriam. ‘Do you understand what this means?’



‘Well, I suppose I shall have to work harder at improving my Arabic,’ I said.



‘Oh that is important, naturally,’ responded Miriam, ‘but you must understand that the intercourse which the Bey will require with you will not merely be in the form of conversation?’



I began to understand the full import of what she was saying.



‘But Miriam, charming and powerful though he may be I have no desire to enter into such intimate relations with His Excellency,’ I protested.



‘Amy, my dear, this is not a matter of choice for you. You are now the Bey’s slave and his concubine. Your position here depends on your ability to please His Excellency sexually. Do you understand?’



I grudgingly acknowledged that I had little choice.



‘Very well,’ said Miriam. ‘Today we will begin our lessons in love. I must tell you that you could have no better teacher for, though I say it myself, I am well versed in these arts. It was not for nothing that the Bey’s father regarded me as his favourite concubine. I shall assist you to acquire that position with his son.’



‘I have no wish to be the favourite concubine or indeed a concubine at all,’ I said indignantly, however, I see I have no choice so let us commence our lessons.’



For the next three hours Miriam instructed me in the arts of love. She was an expert in all the ways a woman might please a man best. Despite my reservations at permitting the Bey to partake of the intimacies of my body, I gradually became fascinated by the subject of my lesson which was far more stimulating than the dull Mathematics, English grammar and French vocabulary which had been enforced upon us by Miss Burnley. Miriam instructed me exactly which parts of a man’s body were most sensitive, of how to use the lips, tongue and fingers. She explained how a man’s pleasure might be prolonged.



After a break for what passed for luncheon in the Harem we rested for a while. The day was now at its hottest and it was the custom of the ladies of the seraglio to take their ease or sleep in their rooms. I lay upon one of the divans in Miriam’s room and she told me a little of her history. Before becoming a concubine she had had several lovers including the gentleman who employed her in Constantinople. He had been a wealthy widower and having employed her to care for his children quickly became infatuated with her. She had consented to become his lover and he treated her well lavishing her with presents and gifts. Unfortunately she discovered that he was also conducting an affair with a Turkish lady and immediately gave notice that she wished to leave his employment and return to England. It was on the journey home that she was captured by corsairs and enslaved, coming at last to the court of the Bey’s father.



At the conclusion of our conversation Miriam announced that we would have a further lesson that afternoon. She stated that the lesson would be of a practical nature and would entail practicing some of what I had learned that morning. She ordered me to disrobe as I would need to be naked for the exercise. I was somewhat taken aback by this but assumed that Miriam knew what was best. While I removed by garments Miriam herself disappeared into her bedroom which adjoined the sitting room where we had been talking. I sat on the divan for a few moments feeling somewhat embarrassed to be naked in such circumstances. However, to be without apparel in such heat was pleasant and I could feel a light breeze from the window.



After a few minutes Miriam called me into her bedroom. To my surprise she was lying on her bed like myself entirely naked. It was the object between her legs which attracted my attention for strapped to her waist and thighs was a large phallus like object which protruded stiffly above her belly. It appeared to be carved from ivory or some similar material and was marvelously polished and smooth. It was indeed a perfect replica of a male organ. In addition to the rod of the penis itself, with its perfectly carved circumcised head, the device included a large pair of testicles.



‘Come here and sit on the bed beside me,’ said Miriam. ‘I will explain the reason why I am wearing this instrument as I can see you are surprised. You will learn the art of love best by practical experience. Of course it is quite impossible that you undertake this practice with any man but the Bey. However, by my taking the part of the man it is possible to replicate some of the skills which it will be necessary for you to acquire. Do not fear, we shall not use this instrument to penetrate you today. The Bey has no doubt paid dearly for your virginity and he himself will wish to take that prize. But there are other arts which you may learn in this manner. One of the skills which you will need to become proficient in is the art of fellatio.’



This was not a term with which I was familiar, so Miriam explained that one of the most delightful pleasures a woman might offer a man was to take his organ in her mouth and to gently suck it. She explained that this could be a form of what she termed foreplay, that is means of arousing the gentleman prior to him inserting his organ in the lady’s sex or as a means of procuring a climax in itself. She explained that if I could learn to swallow the gentleman’s seed upon his climax that this would be much appreciated as many ladies were unwilling to see through the operation to this conclusion.



Miriam now asked to me imagine that the phallus was a real male organ. She ordered me to perform the act of fellatio upon it as I thought best. I bent down and took the bulbous tip of the huge rod between my lips and immediately began to suck it vigorously.



‘That is good,’ said Miriam, ‘however, my advice would be to adopt a little more subtlety in your technique. Begin by gently teasing the organ or even the surrounding area. This will increase the man’s passion and also prolong the pleasure.’



Although I had enjoyed caressing the ladies in the hamam I now hesitated to apply my lips to Miriam’s own body but that was clearly what she was suggesting. I accordingly tentatively licked the inside of one of her legs. She murmured her approval and told me to move higher up. Using my tongue I gently caressed the upper part of her thighs. She raised her legs and spread them apart to allow me full access. Her Mount of Venus was covered by the base of the phallus but the lower part of her sex was exposed and gently I probed it with my tongue.



‘Remember that I am a man in this game, Amy. I have no hole there, said Miriam. ‘However, a man might much appreciate your tongue stimulating the hole with which he is endowed.’



I understood her meaning and moved my tongue further down to explore the tiny puckered opening further to the rear. I gently teased the wrinkled little entrance and then gently pressed inwards with my tongue. Miriam groaned with pleasure and assured me that if I performed this well for the Bey he would be well pleased. After I had stimulated Miriam’s tiny orifice for some minutes she seemed to remember the purpose of the lesson.



‘Now Amy, please apply your tongue to the phallus next,’ she said.



Remembering her advice I did not immediately take the ivory instrument into my mouth but gently ran my tongue up and down the shaft.



‘That is good,’ said Miriam, ‘ you are using subtlety. Carry on’



I now proceeded to lick the highly polished testicles. Miriam encouraged me by telling me that this would be much appreciated by a real male lover. Finally I gently applied my lips to the head of the organ at first just gently nibbling the tip and gradually taking more and more of the shaft into my mouth. I was unable to get the whole length into my mouth but I then proceeded to draw my lips up and down the pole. Miriam approved of all this and announced that I had clearly mastered the art of fellatio and would shortly be ready to practice my new skills upon a real lover.



Finally Miriam began to thrust the strap on phallus deep into my mouth and then to my surprise a quantity of liquid began to spurt from a small hole in the tip of the carved member spurting into the back of my throat. Miriam commanded me to swallow and I gulped the cool liquid as it some quantity was squirted into my mouth. Afterwards Miriam told me that the liquid was merely yoghurt which was concealed in a receptacle in the base of the instrument. She added that the seed of a true gentleman would taste rather different but it would be instructive to practice swallowing in the prescribed manner.



Miriam now suggested that I learn another technique which she said was known as soixante neuf . I understood well enough that this signified the number sixty-nine in French but remained puzzled as to its significance until she explained that the position of the numbers 6 and 9 reflected the relative positions of the lovers in this arrangement. Miriam ordered me to lie upon my back; she then proceeded to straddle my head so that the ivory phallus was hanging close to my face. She instructed me to continue my action of fellatio upon the pretend penis as before and I continued my sucking of the device. Miriam now bent her own face forwards and began to lick me furiously between the legs, commencing with my outer lips and then proceeding to probe my littele slit which was gushing with moisture such was the degree of excitement occasioned by my exertions so far. Now Miriam found my little nub of pleasure and began to rhythmically stroke it with her skilful tongue. At the same time she began to thrust the phallus ever deeper into my mouth. So skilful were her ministrations that within a few minutes I was brought to a quivering climax.

For a few moments I lay there gasping for breath while Miriam turned herself around and cradled me in her arms. She kissed me softly on the forehead and announced that I was truly ready to fully become a woman.



CHAPTER 13



Amy puts her training into practice on a visit to the Bey



I was not wholly surprised when the next day a eunuch I had not met before knocked at the door of my room and announced that the Bey had summoned me to his bed that night. A thrill of anticipation ran through me. I had no wish to be ravished by a heathen who I hardly new but the prospect of putting into practice my new found skills was enticing.



I immediately rushed to Miriam’s apartment and told her the news. She showed no surprise but informed me that I would need to visit the hamam and then prepare myself. I was taken to the bath house by Suileiman. To my surprise there were no other ladies present that day. Perhaps they had been instructed to stay away so I would no be distracted from my preparations. Once more I lounged in the steam bath and then plunged into the cold pool. I was massaged and pummeled by the huge slave woman and then escorted back to my room by the faithful Suleiman.



That evening I shared a meal with Miriam. After the food had been cleared away she showed me the robe sent by the Bey which I was to wear that evening. It was made of gold satin embroidered with flowers, Many small semi-precious stones were embroidered into the design which was marvelously intricate. I dressed myself in the robe and Miriam then arranged a veil upon my head. Miriam applied some colour to my cheeks and lips and sprayed some sweetly scented perfume over me. I was a virgin decked out ready to be deflowered.



At the appointed hour the eunuch who had delivered the summons that morning arrived accompanied by two palace guards. I was escorted through the corridors of the harem and into a part of the palace I had not seen before. We arrived at a large elaborately carved door. Two more guards stood at attention outside. The eunuch opened the door and ushered me into the room, closing the door behind me. I found myself in what was obviously the Bey’s bedchamber, for in the centre of the room stood a large bed surmounted by a canopy with richly embroidered curtains. The Bey himself was seated on a couch and gestured for me to join him. I crossed the room and as instructed by Miriam bowed low before him. He took my hand and raised me up looking straight into my eyes. His own eyes were dark and intelligent and a playful smile lurked around his lips.



I could not understand everything he said in Arabic but he appeared to be trying to reassure me. He asked me to sit on the couch next to him and offered me some mint tea. This was strongly flavoured and very sweet but most refreshing. We carried on a slightly stilted conversation in Arabic as I was still far from fluent. Suddenly the Bey bent his head and kissed me fully on the lips. At first I knew not how to respond so sudden had his motion been but after a few moments I found the sensation not disagreeable and I was able to respond to his caresses with some passion. This seemed to please him as he smiled and murmured in appreciation and kissed me once more. This time I felt the sensation of his tongue invading my mouth. Again I was shocked at this intimacy but soon learned to enjoy the pleasure of this osculation, even offering my own tongue in return which also seemed to please him highly.



After a few minutes of passionate kissing, the Bey motioned me towards the bed. I was not sure what the etiquette for this next stage was. Miriam had instructed me what to do once in bed but not how to get there. The Bey quickly sensed my confusion and taking my hand led me to the side of the bed. He removed my veil himself and then unbuttoned the back of my robe. I let the garment slide to the floor, underneath I had no underclothes and I now stood rather shyly quite naked before him. He looked at my naked body with satisfaction and told me that he found me very beautiful. He asked me to help him remove his own garments. Somewhat hesitantly I did this. The final item of clothing was a pair of baggy satin breeches, I gently eased these down to the Bey’s ankles, bending to remove them as he stepped out of them. As I looked up my face was almost level with the Bey’s manhood which was standing firm and erect. His organ like his skin was deep golden brown rising from thick forest of dark hairs. Like all Muslim men the Bey was circumcised exposing the round pink bulb of the tip of his organ. The Bey thrust his hips forward indicating what he wanted me to do. Now I would have to make use of Miriam’s training on a real man.



Gingerly I leant forward and licked upward with the tip of my tongue from the base of the Bey’s manhood to the tip. He emitted a groan of pleasure so I repeated the movement several times. I remembered what Miriam had taught me about subtlety and did not immediately take his organ into my mouth. Instead I began to gently lick the Bey’s large and hairy testes. Once more he moaned in delight. Now I worked my way up his shaft with tiny kisses licks and caresses from my tongue. This seemed to delight the Bey still further. At last I arrived at the tip of his organ and circled the distended pink bulb with my tongue. Only then did I engulf the top of the throbbing member with my mouth and gently suck it in the manner I had learned. I took as much of the pulsating column of flesh as I could manage into my mouth and gently began to move my head up and down rubbing the shaft with my lips. I could hear the Bey moaning with delight. Suddenly he seized my head and began to thrust his organ deeply into my mouth. I thought I would choke as the huge rod reached almost to the back of my throat. However, my master seemed to be in a frenzy and continued to thrust his throbbing organ into the back of my mouth. Suddenly he uttered a loud cry and I felt hot sticky liquid jetting into the back of my throat. I had no choice but to swallow the viscous cream which unlike the yoghurt I had swallowed in my training had a strong acrid taste. He continued to hold my head and pump more of the burning liquid down my throat until he fell back on the bed exhausted.



I wondered whether the Bey would now be satisfied and would dismiss me for the night. Instead he motioned to me to join him on the bed. I lay back on the plump silk cushions of the bed wondering what the Bey would expect of me next. Despite my training with Miriam I had not been prepared for the manner in which he had ravished my poor mouth. Nor had I realised how unpleasant the taste of his seed would be spurting into the back of my throat.



To my surprise the Bey now turned his attentions to pleasuring me. He began to gently kiss the inside of my thighs which offered me the most delicious sensation of excitement in my loins. I had thought that he would proceed straight towards my secret place but instead his mouth roved upwards planting caresses across my quivering belly. He then proceeded to gently suck and nibble each of my breasts in turn. As his lips closed on each of my little ruby nipples they hardened and the fire in my loins was fanned still further. Now his tongue roved lower and lower caressing my belly and then brushing tantalisingly across the forest between my thighs. At last his tongue plunged into my mossy cleft and began to explore the valley within. Tiny ripples of pleasure began to run through the lower part of my body. Suddenly a dart of pure ecstasy as his tongue found my sweet centre of pleasure. His tongue began to gently rub my little organ of pleasure and I could no longer restrain myself as I let out gasps of pleasure. After a few minutes of this I knew that I could not defer my climax much longer. I longed to feel this man’s throbbing organ inside me, ravishing my virgin channel as I reached my own climax.



Just when I felt I could hold off for no longer the Bey lifted himself up and positioned his now once more tumescent organ between my thighs. I felt him align the head of his erect pole at the mouth of my now gushing tract then with a firm thrust he possessed my virgin sex. I felt a small stab of pain as my as my hymen yielded to his piercing weapon and then a wave of pleasure as I was possessed for the first time by a male organ. He began to thrust into me stretching the walls of my tight little sheath. My sex opened up like a flower to accommodate his entry and gushed with my mingled blood and juices.



I had expected more pain but all I could feel were waves of pleasure as his large organ battered my no longer virgin shaft. Suddenly the climax which I had been holding off for some time began to engulf me . I was floating on a wave of pleasure. As the Bey continued to thrust rhythmically into my quivering orifice ecstasy washed over me. My whole body throbbed and I could not forbear from crying out with pleasure. As the waves of ecstasy subsided the Bey continued to thrust into me and suddenly himself let out a cry as he achieved his own climax. I felt his warm seed jetting into my body and he continued to thrust slowly into me seeming to want to squeeze the last drop inside me. He lay upon me for a moment and I felt his mighty pole soften and slip from inside me. The Bey then lay back beside me with a small smile upon his face.



I was unsure whether the Bey was pleased with my performance or not for he gave no indication of this and did not speak.



‘I hope your Excellency was pleased with me,’ I said.



‘Yes, most satisfactory for a new girl,’ was his reply. ‘Now you must return to your quarters.’



I had hoped that the Bey might show me some token of affection following this scene of intimacy but he simply rang the bell summoning one of his eunuchs to take me back to my chamber. I was forced to dress myself hurriedly in full view of the eunuch before being ushered out of the room.



I went to sleep that night with mixed feelings. Part of me felt used by the Bey. I was after all simply another slave girl to be used to slake his lust. He would no doubt tire of me eventually and I wondered what would become of me then. Another part of me was secretly thrilled. I had finally crossed the boundary into womanhood and experienced a pleasure which was quite unequalled, even when compared to the caresses I had experienced at the hands of Lucy and the harem ladies.



CHAPTER 14



Miriam takes Amy’s training to the next level



The next day I was summoned to visit Miriam. She questioned me closely about what had happened the night before. I was embarrassed to relate such intimate details but eventually told Miriam everything. She seemed pleased with what I related to her. ‘The Bey must be pleased with you to have spent so long on you. If he had not liked you he would have spent in your mouth and sent you away.’



I was horrified that the Bey would treat a woman in this way but also secretly pleased that he had deigned to go on to pleasure me in the way he had.



‘We must continue our lessons,’ announced Miriam. ‘I am sure that the Bey will summon you again and there is more that you must learn.’



‘But did I not perform well last night?’ I asked. ‘What more can there be for me to learn?’



‘Do you think that the Bey will be satisfied that he has taken you in the mouth and the cunt? He will now want to try out your last hole!’



I was shocked both at the unladylike language used by Miriam and at what she was suggesting.



‘You mean the Bey will want to perform an unnatural act upon me?’ I wailed.



‘Yes girl, these Arab men love to bugger their women. You yourself told me how those pirates treated your friends. The Bey will want your arse sooner or later.’



‘But I couldn’t,’ I cried. ‘I mean Lady Okeleigh and Miss Burnley suffered terribly when they were treated in that way by the pirates.’



‘It doesn’t have to be painful,’ replied Miriam. ‘In fact many women believe that it can be a great source of pleasure.’



‘Is that what you think?’ I asked.



‘The Bey’s father was a great devotee of sodomy both with boys and women. I learned to enjoy the practice, especially when performed by a man of sensitivity and finesse. Now today we are going to perform some exercises which will prepare you.’



I had no idea what these exercises might be until Miriam produced a carved wooden box and proceeded to open it. The box was lined with velvet and inside was a collection of what I could only describe as phalluses carved from ivory. The phalluses varied in breadth from the thinnest which was only the thickness of a pencil to a monster which was perhaps three inches thick and about a foot and a half long. I gasped in fear.



‘Please Miriam, don’t tell me you are going to push that great big thing up my backside!’ I pleaded.



‘No of course not,’ she responded. ‘For anal work we only use the smaller ones. But you will have to get used to increasingly large phalluses until you are able to accommodate one the size of the Bey’s.’



I remembered how big the Bey’s not inconsiderable organ had been when erect the previous night. It had filled my tight little pussy and then stretched it. I shuddered to think how my little bum could accommodate something of that size. Miriam ordered me to climb onto her bed and to pull up my skirts. I was soon lying on my side in Miriam’s bed with my backside exposed to her ministrations.



‘Don’t worry we will start with some gently massage using lubricating oils before we start to make use of the phalluses.’ said Miriam.



I felt Miriam pour some cool liquid into the cleft between my bum cheeks. She proceeded to slowly rub the slick lubricating liquid up and down the little valley. Next her fingers found my tiny puckered hole and began to circle the tight little orifice massaging more of the oil into the entrance.



‘Now I just want you to relax,’ said Miriam.



I tried hard to relax but it was difficult to get used to this new sensation. Moreover, Miriam was now applying gently but firm pressure to my little rosebud with her finger and soon had it buried to the knuckle inside my tight little hole. Miriam withdrew her finger and coated it liberally with more of the oil Once more she gently insinuated into me and began to massage me inside with the oil. The sensation was not unpleasant and was even mildly arousing. Soon Miriam had her finger buried right into my now well lubricated little anus and began to slowly thrust it in and out. Next she selected one of the smaller phalluses and slowly inserted this into my rectum. The phallus was a little larger than her finger and my little hole felt quite stretched for the first time. She thrust the slim ivory phallus in and out of my passage until gradually the little orifice relaxed and accommodated this new invasion. Satisfied with this Miriam moved up a size. My little rosebud accepted this larger instrument with more difficulty but Miriam applied firm pressure gradually easing the head of the ivory organ into my channel. Soon this too was buried in my rectal cavity and once more Miriam began to slowly thrust the instrument in and out until my sphincter was sufficiently relaxed to fully accept its girth.



Miriam now selected a phallus which was perhaps as large as the organ of a smaller man. To me it looked impossibly large but she proceeded to once again impale me with the ivory implement until she had sunk it fully into my bowels. I felt horribly full and stretched but also intensely aroused at the though of being penetrated in this way. Finally Miriam selected a large phallus, not the largest in the box but certainly one which any man would have been proud to possess. The instrument was at least ten inches long and over an inch in diameter at the base. The head was a monstrous bulb carved exactly in the shape of a male organ.



‘No Miriam, please I can’t possibly take that huge thing up my behind,’ I pleaded.



‘Nonsense,’ Miriam retorted you can and you will. ‘The Bey’s father had an organ even bigger than this and regularly ravished my little bottom with it. What’s more I came to enjoy it.’



‘Well I shall never enjoy being buggered by some heathen,’ I exclaimed, ‘I want to go back to my room.’



‘Just lie still,’ said Miriam. ‘Look I am putting the phallus back in its box.’



Now I felt Miriam’s finger’s exploring my other orifice. Her digit slipped easily into my channel which was already gushing with the excitement of the morning’s exercises. Slowly she pushed her long slim middle finger until it was deeply embedded in my vaginal tract. She withdrew it a slid it in and out several more times. My loins were now aching for release. To my delight her finger traveled forward and explored the region between my nether lips. Her index finger spread the moisture from my leaking quim upward until it found contact with the engorged nub of my clitoris. How I quivered as her finger slowly stroked my own vaginal juices across the throbbing surface of that tiny organ. She gently massaged the centre of my pleasure and I let out a low moan. As she continued to caress me in this way I sensed her move and take something form the box. I dared not try to turn round as I feared this might interrupt those delightful caresses which were now producing such exquisite waves of pleasure in my lower body.



Suddenly I felt something hard pushed against my anus. I jumped in surprise but Miriam continued to stroke my clit in such a deliciously sensual way that I quickly relaxed. I was now sure that the bulb of the monstrous phallus which I had just seen was poised at the entry to my tiny aperture. By now, however, I no longer cared; so long as Miriam continued to rub me in the way she was doing I would allow her to do anything to me. I ached for release but Miriam had no intention of allowing me to climax, her strokes were slow, gentle and exceedingly subtle keeping me constantly on the edge of climax. In the meantime she slowly increased the pressure of the head of the instrument on my tiny back door. Very slowly the crinkled little entry stretched wider and wider until the tip of its huge bulb was invading my back passage. I felt as though my rectum was being stretched to an impossible degree and pain stabbed into my bowels as the huge head finally lodged itself in my anus. Yet this was combined with the heavenly sensations of Miriam’s finger rubbing my juices into my fully engorged clitoris.



As my rectum began to accommodate itself to the invasion of this massive instrument, I once more felt Miriam exert pressure on the rod as she slowly eased its bulbous head further inside my anal tract. With tiny movements she eased the head forward and back wards each time progressing the length of the cylinder further up my tight little shaft. I was grateful that Miriam had lubricated my insides so liberally. Although my poor little bum hole was now horribly stretched, at least the mighty phallus slid in and out with little friction.



Soon the full ten inches of the ivory organ was buried in my gaping rectum. Miriam now began to almost fully withdraw it and then thrust it back to its full length in long slow strokes. Each stroke delivered a stab of pain in my innards but gradually this abated and was replace by a pleasant sensation of fullness in my bowels. Accompanied as it was by the constant ministrations of Miriam’s finger to my clit, this sensation produced further waves of pleasure in me. Soon Miriam was thrusting harder and faster, eventually the huge phallus was leaving my body entirely as she withdrew it and then plunging savagely up to the hilt into my now gaping anus once more.



I no longer cared. I was being possessed anally for the first time by this ivory monster while at the same time having my little organ of pleasure stimulated. Miriam’s fingers now feverishly rubbed my clit while she stabbed me repeatedly in my rear end with the giant dildo. Suddenly giant waves of pleasure took me over. Each stab of the phallus produced a deep shudder in me while the probing finger took me to higher and higher levels of ecstasy. Suddenly my body exploded I thrashed on the bed pleading for mercy but Miriam continued to sodomise me with her instrument while at the same time plunging two fingers into my steaming cunt. For a few moments she ravished both my entrances as I continued to quiver and shake as further waves of pleasure washed over me. At last I lay exhausted on the bed. Miriam sat beside me holding the giant ivory phallus shining with its lubricating oil. I marvelled that I had taken such an instrument in my tiny back passage.

‘You see anything is possible if you are in the right frame of mind,’ said Miriam.



CHAPTER 15



In which Amy achieves even further intimacy with the Bey



I continued my training with Miriam for two more days. Miriam had hoped we would have more time together but on the third day I received a message brought by one of the Bey’s personal eunuchs summoning me to his presence that evening. I ran to Miriam to tell her the news.



‘This is excellent my child. The Bey is clearly pleased with you or he would not have requested you for a second night. This is you chance to make a real impression and knock that schemer Leyla from her pedestal.’



‘What do you mean?’ I asked, ‘What has Leyla done to upset you?’



‘Why she hates all the European women and would like to see me banished from court or worse. She persuaded the Bey to have one of the Circassian girls severly flogged and banished to working in the kitchens because she crossed her.’



‘But if I supplant her in the Bey’s affections won’t she want to do the same to me?’



‘Not if you are the Bey’s favourite. You will be the one with influence.’



I perceived that Miriam might be seeking to find influence with the Bey through me her protégé but I hesitated to point this out.



‘But Miriam, do you think the Bey will wish to use me unnaturally tonight.’ I said



‘Don’t be such a prude. The word is bugger. And yes, I am sure the Bey will want to bugger you so make sure you give him a good time and look like you are enjoying it,’ Miriam replied.



‘I am not sure I wish to be used… I mean buggered. Oh Miriam, I just want to be home in England,’ I said.



‘Nonsense, just enjoy yourself and think soon you could be the most powerful woman in Algiers.’



I felt events were sliding out of my control and that I should end up becoming a pawn in other people’s power games. However, I could see little option but to play the game as best I could.



That afternoon I was once more summoned to the hamam to be bathed and massaged. Again none of my friends seemed to be present and I bathed alone apart form the corpulent attendant who assisted me. I returned to my room and took a little food. I dressed myself in yet another magnificent robe and veiled myself ready for my summons.



At last a eunuch knocked at my door and I was escorted once again to the Bey’s quarters. Once more I stood before the large carved doors as they swung open and I entered his chamber. The Bey stood and smiled moving forward to embrace me. He motioned me to a divan and an attendant brought mint tea and sweetmeats. If anything I was more nervous than my first visit and struggled to swallow the hot sweet tea. My Arabic was improving and I was able to understand more of the Bey’s conversation and reply politely to his questions.



After some minutes of polite conversation the Bey said, ‘Shall we retire to my bedchamber.’



‘If that is your, wish my lord,’ I replied in the prescribed manner.



The Bey motioned me though the doorway into the next room. As I had been trained I waited momentarily and followed a few paces behind him. Once more I stood in his bedroom and he closed the door. He lay upon the bed and I waited unsure what he wanted of me.



‘Please disrobe and join me on the bed,’ he ordered. I hesitated momentarily, despite all that had gone before still embarrassed to reveal myself naked before a man. However, I did not wish to risk the Bey’s displeasure and quickly began to remove my garments. Soon I stood naked before the man who had become my master. For a few moments he surveyed me minutely from head to toe smiling in satisfaction. Then he beckoned me to join him on the bed.



To my surprise the Bey did not himself undress but embraced me as he lay beside me. As before he kissed me passionately on the mouth at the same time allowing his hands to rove across my body. His fingers traced across my back and arms. He gently kneaded my breasts in his hands and rubbed my nipples until they stood firm and erect. He slid one hand between our bodies and stroked downwards across my belly until at last his fingers brushed the curls between my legs. His finger tips found my secret valley and gently crept between its two mossy ridges finding at last the hidden declivity. I felt a trickle of wetness gush forth as he opened up my secret place with his exploring fingers. I dreaded what might come next but felt excitement mixed with apprehension at his intoxicating kisses and caresses.



The Bey now proceeded to use his tongue to caress and stimulate my body. He explored my neck and ears and then with soft kisses and gentle nibbles explored my chest and breasts. His mouth nuzzled at my twin mounds and his lips suckled at their ruby tips. I was in a trance, my head reeling with pleasure, intoxicated once more by the sense of intimacy with a man and pleasure at such divine stimulation. The Bey’s explorations led him further and further downwards until it was not his fingers but tongue that were exploring the mossy valley between my thighs. Forgetting all modesty I spread my legs and allowed him unimpeded access to the delights within. Eagerly he drank from the nectar streaming from my gushing channel. I longed for release but he would not permit this. He continued to stimulate me with his tongue in the most exquisite manner but each time I thought I would explode with pleasure he slowed his caresses keeping me always it seemed upon the edge of a precipice from which I longed to leap and fly.



After keeping me thus just short of the absolute peak of pleasure for some minutes, the Bey rolled me onto my side. He lay close behind me and began to nibble the nape of my neck. At the same time he passed one arm in front of me and reached down to resume caressing my gushing pussy. His fingers found my throbbing clit and rubbed it for a few moments bringing once more the verge of a climax. Just as I was about to explode his hand moved away and found its way between my legs from behind. He thrust two fingers into the dripping slit of my vagina and coated them liberally with juices. Taking his hand he moved backwards and applied his lubricated fingers to my rear cleft. Gently he anointed the puckered little entrance at the base of the cleft. I flinched at first unused to a gentleman taking such liberties with my person. However, he repeated this several times caressing this most intimate little orifice and I began to feel the same pleasure I had experienced when Lucy and my friends from the harem had stimulated my posterior in a like manner.



I was now bursting for the release which climax would afford me, yet I dreaded what was to come. I knew that the Bey now planned to take my anal virginity and was appalled that I an English lady should consent to be taken in such a way by a heathen. However, I pondered what choice had I but to submit and enjoy what pleasure I might find in this novel form of intimacy.



The Bey now reached across to a small table beside the bed and picked up a small pot seemingly made of gold and set with coloured stones. He removed the top but as he was resting behind me I could not see what he did next. However, all too soon I felt the tip of his finger once more caressing my derriere. It was plain that he had coated his finger with some species of cream or unguent as I could feel the smooth coldness of the substance as he carefully spread it around the tightly closed aperture. I sensed him dip into the pot once more and again felt his finger applied to my behind. This time he applied the gentlest pressure slowly insinuating his digit into my tender orifice. At first just the very tip of his finger entered my anal passage and he gently worked the cream around the entranced. My muscles involuntarily tightened around his finger and I told myself that I must relax and enjoy this experience.



Once more the Bey dipped into his little pot and this time his finger entered me more easily. He slowly slid it into the narrow entrance, first up to the knuckle and then the full length of his index digit was thrust to its full length in my virgin rectum. Once more he carefully moved his finger within to ensure that the whole aperture was fully lubricated. The sensation of his finger sliding in and out of my posterior cavity was too delicious. My sense of excitement from the clitoral stimulation which I had already experienced now reached fever pitch as I enjoyed this new and forbidden sensation. I dreaded my impending anal defloration but also longed for it. I could already imagine the sensation of total possession as my tiny orifice was invaded by the Bey’s bulging organ.



I did not have long to wait. All too soon I felt the Bey position himself behind me. He grasped his tumescent pole and placed it squarely between my tender buttocks so that the throbbing purple head of his organ was lodged firmly at my well lubricated entrance. For a moment I was unable to forbear tightly clenching the puckered little orifice. However, I reminded myself that my duty was to relax and try to afford my master entry. The consequences if I failed to please him did not bear thinking about. I breathed in deeply and suddenly I felt the tip of his mighty knob slip into my entry. I immediately felt as though the poor little aperture had been stretched to its widest limits. I had only just got used to this first invasion when I felt the huge organ thrust further up my passage. I could not forbear to gasp slightly as my tight orifice was stretched yet wider. A final thrust ensured that the full length of the Bey’s not inconsiderable manhood was buried fully in my rectum. For a moment I felt dreadfully violated and experienced an awful sensation of fullness in my bowels. I struggled to conquer the desire to evacuate and once more breathed deeply in an effort to relax myself. To his credit the Bey appeared sensible to the difficulties I was experiencing in accommodating his prodigious organ and lay still behind me murmuring soft words of encouragement.



‘Are you ready to continue, my lady?’ he asked after a few moments.



‘Of course my lord, I am here only to please you,’ I replied in the manner in which I had been trained.



The Bey now began to withdraw his organ slightly and thrust it inward again quite slowly and gently. At first I found these renewed invasions painful and experienced a sharp stab with each incursion. However, after a few moments the penetrations became less painful and I began to experience a feeling of excitement and pleasure at this new stimulation. This pleasure was quite unlike that I had felt when the Bey had originally taken my virginity nor that consequent upon the stimulation of my nether parts by hand or tongue. Instead I felt a deep sense of fullness as though I were more completely possessed by my ravisher than before. I felt my anal passage gradually relax and open up to accommodate the Bey’s thrusts.



Suddenly the Bey withdrew his organ from my posterior and sat up in the bed.



‘My lord,’ I said, ‘I hope you are not displeased with my performance.’



‘On the contrary,’ he said, ‘for a beginner you are performing most creditably. I merely wish you to change position. Please place yourself on your elbows and knees.’ I immediately discerned the Bey’s intention and obediently adopted the posture he had requested.



I felt momentarily naked and vulnerable. There I rested on my knees with my derrière protruding behind me. The Bey smiled playfully and surveyed my plump little posterior. Without thinking I looked behind to see what he would do next. All at once to my shock he brought his hand down hard on my buttocks delivering a loud slap. I felt a sharp stinging pain on my rump. ‘Do not look behind woman. Concentrate. Prepare yourself to be truly buggered now..’ At that the Bey delivered two more sharp slaps to my behind. I wanted to cry in pain but bit my lip and stifled any exclamation.



‘Tell me what you desire, my lady’ said the Bey.



‘Master, I desire only to give you pleasure.’ I said using the prescribed formula.



‘And what do you think would give me pleasure?’ he asked.



‘I think that perhaps my lord wishes to bugger me.’ I replied hesitantly, not wishing to upset my master.



‘That is correct.’ he replied. ‘So once more, what does my lady desire?’



‘I desire that my master should bugger me without mercy,’ I replied.



The Bey seemed pleased at this response and prepared to indulge himself.



First the Bey took more cream from his little pot and thrust his finger with what felt like a considerable quantity into my already stretched and reddened little aperture. He also anointed his distended organ, which I quickly glimpsed as he was busy, glistening in the light from the lamp like the club of some ancient warrior. Once more he positioned his throbbing pole at the mouth of my orifice and with a single firm thrust lodged the full length of the might pole in my tender little fundament. Although I had already been possessed by his organ in this way I once more felt the sensation of stretching and fullness engendered by his invasion.



This time the Bey wasted no time on gentleness but began to firmly thrust into the depths of my rectum. I thanked the lord that he had prepared me so well with lubricant as even with this my little anal channel felt as though it were on fire. Despite this, sensations of pleasure were beginning to creep through me. Each stab into my posterior was sweet agony but this was combined with rising waves of pleasure. Soon I realised that I was once more on the verge of the climax for which I had longed throughout the evening. Part of me wished that the relentless pounding of my tight channel would cease but another part of me prayed that the Bey would not spend too soon so that I might enjoy the release of my own climax.



The Bey was now kneeling behind me thrusting his now throbbing and fully distended manhood between my still reddened buttocks. My anal aperture now at last relaxed gaped open, allowing him to withdraw his organ and thrust it mercilessly into the depths of my innards. I knew that the tight little orifice of my anus must be being pounded and stretched most horribly yet I was now past caring. I wanted only for that mighty engine to pound me and possess me with its force. Once more the mounting waves which I knew signaled to onset of my climax were begin to wash over me. As the mighty piston of the Bey’s organ repeatedly bored my narrow little cylinder my whole frame began to shake in a crescendo of pleasure. Soon I could no longer control myself; I began to shriek with ecstasy. I demanded that my master should ravish me still harder and he rose to the task thrusting harder and deeper than before mercilessly pillaging my throbbing anus.



At last as I felt that I could take no more, the Bey himself uttered a mighty cry and delivered up his own climax. I felt a hot gush of fluid wash my bowels as his seed erupted within me. He continued to pump successive spurts into my insides until he collapsed exhausted beside me and I too fell contentedly into his arms.



CHAPTER 16



Amy displeases the Bey and faces a dreadful punishment



The next day I was once again summoned to Miriam’s rooms. I recounted all my experiences of the night before and she expressed herself to be well pleased with her pupil’s performance. Later Suleiman brought me a vase of the most exquisitely scented roses. He told me they were a gift form the Bey. Only girls who had offered the Bey an exceptional degree of pleasure were afforded gifts such as these. I was truly privileged. I wondered whether I might be summoned to the Bey’s bed again soon if he had been so pleased with me but for some days I was left to my own devices. Of Miriam I saw little, she told me that I had learnt what I needed to know and that she soon would be responsible for starting the training of another girl.



At last after days of boredom I was summoned once more to attend the Bey one evening. I had assumed that I would be spending an intimate evening alone with him as I had before, I was therefore surprised when I was ushered into his suite to find he was not alone. The Bey lay upon a divan but around him were a number of girls in varying degrees of undress. Of these I recognized Leyla.who had been present when I first met the Bey together with Anastasia and Komou who I had met in the hamam. There were also two or three other slave girls who I did not recognise.



The girls were lying around the Bey’s divan on cushions. Immediately in front of him was a plump dark skinned girl with huge breasts. She was lying on her back naked with legs spread apart. Komou, the African princess was greedily lapping between her legs as she moaned in pleasure. To one side Anastasia was kneeling on all fours on a cushion while Leyla was crouched over her. At first I could not make out what was passing between them. Then I noticed Leyla had what appeared to be a belt around her naked waist and some leather straps around her thighs. It was only when I looked more closely that I realised that these straps held in place a simulated phallus carved of ivory or wood. Leyla was plunging the phallus repeatedly into poor Anastasia’s posterior and the wretched girls was moaning more in pain than pleasure. The girl’s discomfort was not surprising when I was able to observe the dimensions of the monstrous tool which Leyla was employing. Its dimensions almost exceeded those of the prodigious organ possessed by the black slave, Johnson who had so cruelly buggered Lady Oakleigh after we were captured by the pirates.



The Bey was lying with his breeches open and a girl I had never seen before was bent over him sucking his member as he enjoyed the spectacle of his slave girls cavorting for his pleasure. When I looked more closely I noticed that the girl was of European appearance, possibly even English with fair hair, rosy cheeks and plump ruby lips clamped around the Bey’s throbbing organ. The girls seemed somewhat inexperienced in the art of fellatio and slurped noisily as she attempted to stimulate the Bey’s rod.



As I prostrated myself before the Bey in the prescribed manner, he pushed the girl to one side and summoned me.



“Amy, come here,” he said. This girl is called Elizabeth. Like you she comes form England. I am afraid she has no idea of how to perform her duties yet. Perhaps you could demonstrate how to perform this art for her benefit.”



“Master, your wish is my command.” I said obediently.



I immediately knelt in Elizabeth’s place and began to gently run my tongue around the rim of the bulging purple head of his cock. I licked along the length of the organ and stimulated his balls. He moaned in approval.



“Watch this girl and learn. She is truly a mistress in the art of fellatio.”



Elizabeth watched my every move goggle eyed. Like me, he poor girl must have only been around eighteen or nineteen and looked quite pure and innocent. She was clearly quite horrified at the spectacle unfolding before her. After a few minutes of enjoying my gently sucking and licking, the Bey motioned me away and clapped his hands. All the girls paused and sat up paying attention.



“You, new girl,” he said pointing at Elizabeth. “Kneel in front of me on hands and knees.”



It was clear that the poor girl had no notion of what he was saying as she spoke not a word of Arabic.



“Master, with your permission I will translate” I said and spoke to her in English adding. “It is best that you do exactly as you are told here. The Bey has the power of life and death over you.”



The girl assumed the required position and then the Bey made a signal to Leyla. She left Anastasia and crossed the room to position herself behind Elizabeth. She looked magnificent with her long dark hair flowing down her back and her beautifully proportioned creamy breasts set off by dark erect nipples. From her dark bush sprouted the monstrous phallus looking so unnatural against her feminine form. A cruel smile passed over her face as she knelt behind the girl.

I suddenly realised what was about to happen to this innocent young girl. Her large blue eyes were beginning to fill with tears and her plump little breasts which were hanging down quivered slightly as she began to sob. Leyla positioned the huge head of the phallus between Elizabeth’s plump white buttocks. The girl continued to sob helplessly. I was in an agony of indecision. I knew that if I intervened I might be punished severely but how could I allow this innocent young girl who was probably still a virgin to be anally ravished by Leyla?



Leyla grasped the girls hips and lunged vigorously against her tightly clenched anus. At first she made no headway into the tiny orifice but after several firm thrusts she succeeded in penetrating her sphincter. The poor child screamed in agony but Leyla relentlessly thrust on. Suddenly the girl pulled away and ran across the room into my arms.



“Please Miss, for the love of God If you are a Chrisitian, save me from these heathen barbarians,” the girl implored. “Master, please be merciful on this child.” I said to the Bey in Arabic. “If you give me time I will train her. Here let me take her place. Leyla will pleasure me.”



I dreaded the thought of being sodomised by Leyla with her monstrous dildo but I could not bear to stand by and watch the poor girl suffer.



“Very well, take her place. But you girl, your disobedience will not be forgotten,” said the Bey.



I wondered whether I had rescued the poor girl form the frying pan only to let her fall into the fire. I knelt before the Bey on my hands and knees and Leyla squatted behind me. The Bey gave a signal and she positioned the hideous engine at my rear portal. The head was smooth and polished and felt as though it had been covered in some form of lubricant. Even so the thought of my poor little posterior being stretched by this mighty rod filled me with dread. The instrument’s dimensions were at least twelve inches long and perhaps two inches in diameter.



I felt its massive head probing against my tender little anus and then with a brutal thrust Leyla pushed it in through my sphincter and with a further thrust lodged a good part of its length deep in my bowels. I felt a sharp stab of pain as I was impaled by the monster and had to stifle a scream. My tiny orifice felt cruelly stretched but I had no time to get used to the sensation. Leyla commenced her assault in earnest beginning to thrust mercilessly into my rectum. Doubtless the spiteful woman was taking pleasure in inflicting pain on me who she perceived as her chief rival for the affections of the Bey. The vile woman continued to thrust the infernal instrument in and out of my unnaturally distended orifice. Each thrust corresponded to a sharp stab of pain in my vitals and my poor anus was becoming increasingly sore as Leila had not even taken the precaution of lubricating the tight entrance before she took possession of it. Unlike the intercourse I had had with the Bey this penetration offered me no pleasure, I was being buggered in the most brutal way imaginable.



Fortunately after some minutes Leila emitted a piercing cry and seeme to have climaxed. I wondered whether the device was double ended so that each thrust into me delivered a corresponding thrust into Leila’s pussy. She certainly seemed to be deriving as much pleasure form the exchange I was I was deriving pain. Leila collapsed on a cushion behind me the penile simulacrum still jutting obscenely into the air from her loins. I thought that my trials were at an end, little did I realise that they were only just beginning.



“Hey you girl!” said the Bey gruffly pointing at the unfortunate girl Elizabeth. “You may have escaped from being buggered but you must be punished for your disobedience. In future if I order you to be buggered you submit in silence. Komou, Ayesha seize her and hold her down over that table!”



Before the poor girl could move the muscular African Koumou and another large black woman had pinioned her arms and dragged the wretched Elizabeth across the room to a table. They bent her over the table and firmly held her down. I was still kneeling on the floor trying to recover form my ordeal. My poor little arsehole stung abominably and I longed to find some salve to soothe it.



“Amy, you will administer her punishment, bring me the cane!” shouted the Bey.



Another girl hurried across the room and collected a long cane which I had not noticed before. “Take the cane Amy, strike hard I want to see twelve red stripes on that girl’s arse.”



I was horrified. Having saved the poor girl from being buggered I was not being expected to administer a thrashing to the poor young lady. I knew I should stay silent and follow the Bey’s order but I could not hold back. This was an innocent young English girl, she had done no wrong and if I could not end her torment I was determined not to become one of her tormentors even if, as was likely, it meant taking a whipping myself.



“Sire, please spare this poor girl. She is only young and she has done no wrong,” I pleaded. “Silence woman!” You dare to challenge my authority again,” boomed the Bey. “This girl must learn obedience and as for you, you shall be punished as well.” I was now in a state of dread. It looked as though thanks to my outspokenness that not only would Elizabeth face a caning but myself also. “Here give me the cane, it seems I must administer the punishment myself said the Bey buttoning up his breeches and reaching for the cane held out by the waiting slave.



In two bounds the Bey had crossed the room and delivered a resounding blow across poor Elizabeth’s rump with the cane. The poor girl emitted a shriek of pain which seemed to only encourage the Bey. He stepped back and took another mighty swipe landing across the top of the wretched girl’s thighs. This he repeated blow after blow until the child had received the full twelve strokes and her buttocks were a criss cross of red stripes.



I now fully expected to be the next victim and waited attempting to appear calm and courageous but inwardly dreading my punishment. Suddenly the Bey roared, “Guards” and two muscular eunuchs rushed into the room. “Seize her,” he cried pointing at me and the two eunuchs took hold of my arms.



“Amy I thought that in you I had found a true jewel. You showed a natural aptitude for the arts of love and through this you could have risen high in my court. But I now know from my faithful servant Leila what treachery you are capable of and tonight I have seen the heights of disobedience of which you are capable. Tomorrow I will see you punished for your base ingratitude. Take her away.”



“But master, my only wish is to serve you faithfully,” I protested. “Whatever, Leila has said of me was out of jealousy. Allow me to defend myself.”



All this was to no avail and I was dragged away by the two guards through endless corridors until we arrived at last in a dank underground passage. The guards opened a stout wooden door reinforced with iron straps and I was thrust into a small dark room that was in effect a prison cell. I lay on a hard wooden bench for what seemed like hours not knowing what would become of me. At long last the door opened and I was surprised and delighted to see Miriam.



“Oh Miriam, am I to get out of this dreadful place,” I asked. “Have you spoken to the Bey?”



“No, Amy there is nothing I can do. I was lucky that the guards allowed me to come and see you. I am risking my life if the Bey were to find out about my visit. This may be last time I can speak to you,” she replied.



“What do you mean Miriam, you are not going away and leaving me?” I cried.



“Amy you do not seem to realise the seriousness of what you have done. You have offended the Bey and for that the penalty is almost always death,” she went on.



I was horrified. “What you mean they might kill me just because I upset the Bey!”



“It is highly likely. If you are lucky it will be swift and painless by beheading.”



At this I broke down and wept. “If I am lucky! And what will happen if I am unlucky?”



“That is too awful to contemplate,” said Miriam offering me little comfort.



Miriam remained with me for a few more minutes attempting to console me but I was in a state of shock and soon the guards called on her to leave. Mercifully Miriam was allowed to leave me a small oil lamp to lighten the darkness of my cell and this afforded some small comfort as I passed a night of fear and trepidation awaiting my fate on the morrow.



It seemed many hours later and I had been unable to sleep properly when the guards roused me and dragged me from the cell. In reality it was still early morning judging from the coolness of the day and the height of the sun. I was taken by two burly soldiers from the gloom of my confinement blinking into the brightness of a courtyard. At one end the Bey sat upon a dais surrounded by guards and attendants. To one side stood members of the harem veiled. It was difficult to recognize individuals but I could pick out Miriam from her height and posture. The guards dragged me forward and threw me to the ground in front of the Bey. I remained prostrate hoping for mercy.



“Amy, you have displeased me by your behaviour,” announced the Bey. “I will not tolerate insubordination from my concubines. You will therefore be made an example of to the rest of the harem. I condemn you to death by the flaming sword. May Allah have mercy upon your soul.”



“My lord, I beg of you to have mercy upon me. Rescind this sentence and you will find in me the most faithful and loving slave a master could wish for.” I cried, knowing that my life depended on this moment.



“Guards, carry out the sentence,” shouted the Bey ignoring my plea.



Immediately I was seized by the arms and dragged across the courtyard. I now noticed a strange wooden frame towards which I was being taken. Next to it was what appeared to be a brazier full of red hot coals. I still had no idea of my fate but I was now in abject terror knowing that what Miriam had feared, a fate worse than beheading, was now about to befall me. The guards roughly pushed me towards the wooden frame which was waist high. I was forced to bend over so my hips were lying across the top of the frame. The guards then bent me double so my hands were close to the ground, these were secured to the opposite side of the frame to my feet with leather straps while my feet were similarly secured. One of the guards then pulled out a fearsome looking knife. I thought my end had come and he was about to slit my throat but instead he used the sharp blade to cut away my lower garments until at last I was naked form the waist down.



I was now bent double over the frame firmly secured by leather straps around my wrists and ankles. My posterior was naked and exposed on top of the cruel frame which stretched my legs apart leaving my private parts wholly exposed to the gaze of the harem. I struggled in a futile way to release myself from my bonds and continued to beg for mercy. By now I was in a state of complete terror. I knew that I was about to die and probably in a most painful manner. The proximity of the brazier full of burning coals suggested that heat or burning might be involved and this added further to my trepidation. I attempted to writhe and wriggle upon the evil frame but I was held fast and there was no escape.



By dint of twisting my head I could see one of the guards who I took to be the executioner to one side of me. He was a huge muscular black man stripped to the waist sweating form the heat of the brazier and the sun which was now beating down on the enclosed courtyard. The executioner stepped towards the brazier and reached out one hand encased in a thick leather glove to grasp a metal object protruding form the glowing coals. I had now ceased my struggles realising that resistance was futile, I lay strapped across the frame in the most abject terror. The executioner brandished what looked like a steel spike or poker the tip of it glowed red hot and suddenly the full horror of my predicament hit me.



I remembered reading in one of my father’s history books about the death of King Edward II in Berkley castle. This poor king had been murdered by having a red hot poker pushed into his most private orifice. Legend had it that his screams could be heard for miles around. I froze in horror at the realization that in a few seconds I was about to meet the same fate. My posterior was presented upwards and my buttocks were pulled apart by the stretching of my legs upon the frame exposing my poor little anus still reddened from the abuse it had suffered the night before. I was perfectly positioned for the executioner to thrust his red hot steel spike deep into my bowels. I wanted to scream for mercy but I was in such ahject terror that my mouth froze and my limbs turned to jelly. I had felt fear when we were captured by the pirates but that was as nothing to what I felt at that moment. I waited every muscle taut for the sensation of searing red hot pain which I knew would shortly shoot through my bowels. I hoped that oblivion would quickly follow and I uttered a short prayer for the safety of Lucy and my father.



Suddenly there was loud boom in the distance like the sound of thunder. My eyes were upon the executioner who was brandishing his red hot poker to the onlookers in preparation for delivering his fatal thrust. To my amazement one moment the executioner was grinning with relish at my imminent demise and the next where his head had been a gush of blood spurted upwards like a fountain and his body slumped to the ground. At the same time a large piece of masonry from one of the parapets surrounding the courtyard crashed to ground, fortunately avoiding contact with any of the onlookers.



The Bey clambered to his feet and began shouting orders. “Guards, to your stations. The city is under attack. Women take shelter in the citadel.”



People began to run in all directions but nobody seemed to be concerned about my predicament. At last the courtyard was empty except for one veiled woman who I took to be Miriam and the decapitated body of the executioner lying in a pool of blood. Miriam hurried across to me and began to unbuckle the straps holding me to the frame. I was still petrified from the awful experience I had just undergone and confused as to what was taking place.



“Hurry we must get away, the citadel is under attack. We will take shelter and perhaps there will be an opportunity for you to make your escape in the confusion,” said Miriam in her decisive manner.



I was completely undone and ready to swoon such had been the mortification I had just experienced. “What is happening?” I said. “Why is that man dead? What is that loud noise?”



For indeed another loud boom like thunder could be heard at the moment Miriam had released from my bonds.



“That is cannon fire,” replied Miriam. “Fortunately for you my girl your executioner was decapitated by a cannon shot. Let us take shelter before we too meet the same fate.”



Miriam tenderly wrapped a shawl around my waist to cover my nakedness and placed one of my arms around her shoulders. My legs were like jelly and I could hardly support myself. My whole body shook with great tremors as it came home to me how close to death I had recently passed. Miriam staggered towards a nearby entrance dragging me with her as more cannon fire began to bring down masonry into the courtyard. We stumbled down corridors and staircases into the depths of the citadel at last finding an empty shelter where we took refuge.



We remained in the cellar for what seemed an eternity. I still shook and wept partly in response to the trauma I had just undergone and partly at the prospect that imminent death might be awaiting us at the hands of those who now appeared to be attacking the palace. The booming of cannon fire continued for some time but then all went quiet. We wondered whether this would be the prelude to an all out assault. Perhaps we would be captured by the city’s besiegers and ravished and then put to death. All these thoughts crossed my mind and as I verbalised them Miriam soothed me with reassuring words telling me that nobody had successfully captured Algiers for hundreds of years. After about two hours of waiting nothing seemed to be happening. Miriam suggested that she venture forth to test the lie of the land and if all were clear she would attempt to facilitate my escape.



I waited for what seemed again a long time, in reality perhaps no more than half an hour. Suddenly I heard footsteps, loud voices and what sounded like the clank of metal, perhaps weapons. I shrank into the darkest corner of the cellar, shaking with fear. If these were soldiers then they were either the Bey’s men come to take me for execution or they were the besiegers of the citadel at whose hands I might expect little better. Just as I had given up hope I heard Miriam’s voice.



“Amy, are you there. Come out we are saved,” she called.



I tentatively crawled out of my hiding place to find to my amazement Miriam surrounded by what appeared to be a group of British soldiers. All of a sudden a gentleman, obviously an officer from his dress stepped forward.



“Good morning madam,” he said. “I am Lieutenant Campbell of the Royal Marines. I am glad we have found you.”



“But what… how?” I stammered in shock.



“Amy, the citadel has been surrendered to the Royal Navy. These gentlemen are come to your rescue,” said Miriam. “Go with them now and you will be safe.”



I insisted on Miriam accompanying us. I was still in a state of the most dreadful shock and the thought of being left alone with a number of strange men, albeit Englishmen, was more than I could bear at that moment. Lieutenant Campbell led me upstairs to one of the palace reception rooms and introduced me to Captain Healy of the Royal Navy who was in command of the landing party.



The Captain explained that after a few volleys of cannon fire the citadel had surrendered to the Royal Navy and the Bey had fled. His brother had assumed power and had brokered an agreement with the British that he would suppress all piracy against European shipping and would hand over any European captives for repatriation to their own countries. He went on to explain that both my father and Lady Oakleigh’s family had brought strong pressure to bear on the British government to effect a rescue. The British authorities were in any case becoming increasingly concerned at the activities of the Barbary pirates so the decision had been taken to mount an attack on Algiers and suppress the pirates once and for all. There had also been a battle with Abu Quadir and a number of other pirate vessels off Algiers. Abu Quadir himself had been killed in the battle and many of the other pirates as well.



“Lucy, my cousin Lucy, did you find her aboard Abu Qadir’s ship?” I asked.



“We released a number of captives both male and female madam but your cousin was not among them. We had hoped to find her when we captured this palace,” said Captain Healy.



“We were separated. Abu Qadir said he wanted to keep Lucy as his own slave. Surely she must have been aboard his ship.” I replied.



Captain Healy assured me that no trace of Lucy had been found and that they were at that moment continuing to search the palace in the hope of finding her.



“I am sure she was not brought to the palace,” said Miriam. “All the European slave girls are put into my care for training. I would have known of it if she had been admitted to the Bey’s harem.”



I refused to give up hope and wondered whether Lucy might in some way have escaped or whether she would yet turn up in Algiers.



The days that followed were a mixture of joy and apprehension on my part. Joy that I had at least been released from my captivity and had so narrowly escaped a most horrible death Captain Healy assured me that my father was waiting for me in Naples and that the Navy would swiftly transport me thither to be reunited with him. I was also pleased to learn that two of my companions Lady Oakleigh and Miss Burnley had been found safe in Algiers though both had suffered the ordeal of slavery like myself. While I had never formed any great affection for either of these two ladies I was still gratified that they had come though their ordeal alive. However, in the back of my mind lurked a growing fear for Lucy’s safety and I would not rest until I knew that she was safe.

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