deliberately, his hairy,?well-muscled legs lying outside her smooth ones. Sitting back on?his haunches, his heels against his tight buttocks, he reached out his?hands to play with her. One moved forward to pinch gently at her? sensitive little nipples, the other moved behind him to tickle the soft?throbbing flesh of her sweet cleft.
Skye’s eyes narrowed like a cat’s and she murmured her pleasure.?”So, my lord husband, you would tease me. Two can play at the?same game.” And she cupped the sac of his manhood in her right?hand, rolling his balls with a provocative rhythm while her left hand?stroked his rod with equal expertise. She elicited a groan of delight?from him.
For several minutes they continued to caress each other until both?had reached a peak of excitement that offered only one satisfaction.?Skye enjoyed pleasuring Khalid as much as he enjoyed pleasuring?her. As always, she felt a thrill of excitement as she watched him?grow big and hard for her.
The bey watched his wife’s growing passion with delight. She?was so beautifully natural, so unlike all the skilled whores he owned.?To have such a wife was a blessing for which he was deeply grateful.?He swung off her body now and said, “Let me play the great desert?stallion tonight, my Skye. Roll over, and be my little wild mare.”
She knelt, her head resting on her arms, her white bottom facing him, ready. Kneeling, he gently inserted himself into her. Then one?hand moved to squeeze and fondle her hanging breasts while, with?the other, he did something he’d never done with her before. As she?approached her climax, he pushed a finger into her anal orifice and?sent her into such a frenzied climax that for one brief and terrifying?moment he thought he’d done her some awful damage. Then, realizing that she had only fainted, he took his own release. It was a?greater climax than usual because of his relief.
Afterward she lay relaxed in his arms and sighed with pleasure.?”I was worrying,” she said, “that our lovemaking would not be as?much fun now, but I see that it can continue to be just as delicious.”
“Why should anything be different, my love?”
“Because, my lord and husband, you are to be a father next?spring. Is that not wonderful?”
The bedchamber was plunged into deep silence. Slowly then,?awareness began to grow, and his face took on a brilliant glow. He?caught her to him.
“You’re sure?” he cried, tearfully, hugging her to him fiercely.
“Yes! Yes!” she gasped, laughing and crying at the same time.
“Oh my Skye! No one has ever given me a greater gift than you?have given me in yourself. And now you will give me a child, too.?It is too much, my love. Far too much. Thank you, thank you!” And?he wept, still holding tightly to her.
Skye cradled Khalid to her breasts crooning to him. This won-?derful man who had rescued her from God only knew what horrors,?who loved her, had made her his wife and given her a wonderful?life was thanking
“I love you! Khalid! Whoever I might have been I cannot re-?member, but I rejoice in the woman I am now for I am your woman.?It is I who should thank you.”
Silence again descended upon the room as the two lovers joined?once more, tenderly, and Khalid bent to kiss Skye’s faintly rounded?belly. Then they slept, entwined together on the bed, until long after?dawn.
It was Skye who rose first to greet the new day. Looking down?upon the sleeping Khalid, she let the great love she felt for him?sweep over her, leaving her teary. She noted every inch of him. The?light sprinkling of silver gray that had begun to touch his dark, wavy?hair. The faint scar on his left shoulder left by a wild Bedouin girl’s?dagger. The almost boyish look he had when he was asleep. Her?blue-green eyes traveled the length of him. Then, shivering, she?began to feel as if she were committing his face and body to memory.?Shrugging the feeling away, she went to her bath.
Skye would always remember that the day progressed with an?easy familiarity that offered no hint of the things to come. She?worked with Master Jean on the books of the trading vessels, amazed?that Captain Small had done so well. He was due again in Algiers?any day now. They had recently received word of his arrival in?London, where he had disposed of the last of the Spanish gold. She?was looking forward to seeing Captain Small again, knowing how?delighted he would be at her happy news.
After the midafternoon prayers, Jean’s Marie brought them a light?repast and the news that the bey had gone on his daily inspection?rounds early as he wished to spend the entire evening with his wife.?Skye blushed happily, then said, “My good Jean, you and your?Marie have been true friends to my lord Khalid and me. I shall?therefore share with you a secret known only to my husband. I am?to have a child in the spring.”
Marie cried, “Oh, madam! So am I! Is it not wonderful!?”
Delighted, the two women sat together and chatted happily while?Jean chuckled with amusement. Following his ex-master’s lead, he?had, soon after acquiring Marie, legally freed her and then married?her. He had learned that she came from a seacoast village located?in Southern Brittany near Poitou. It was only rarely that Barbary? pirates attacked the region, but on one of those infrequent raids, the?fourteen-year-old Marie, a postulant at a local convent, was carried?off. The pirate captain had stripped her habit off himself, but when?he saw how attractive and how young she was, he locked her in a?small cabin with several straw pallets, a bucket, and a tiny barred?porthole. Two other pretty young girls quickly joined her, one her?own cousin, Celestine.
The three naked girls clung to each other, terrified, through a?long night. On the deck above their little prison, the anguished?screams, pleadings, and sobbings continued throughout the night as?the village women who were unfortunate enough to be married and?older, or virgin but not pretty enough, were repeatedly raped and? sodomized. At least two girls committed suicide by leaping over-?board. Several died of abuse including a ten- year-old girl whose?mother was strangled when she tried to knife one of the men attacking?her daughter. Finally, toward dawn, the weeping survivors were all?herded into an open pen on deck where they stayed for the remainder?of the voyage-burned by the sun during the day, cold and wet in?the night, and easily accessible to any sailor seeking sport.
In their tiny cabin Marie and her two companions were little better?off. The heat during the day made the room an unbearable oven and?the damp night air chilled them to the bone. This, coupled with the?stink of the one bucket they had for relieving themselves, left them weak and listless. The bucket was emptied every other day. Food?was shoved through the grate in the door twice daily. They often?had a steaming bowl of a surprisingly tasty concoction of peppercom-?and herb-flavored gravy with tomatoes, onions, eggplant, and a?tough, stringy meat that Marie suspected was goat. They had no?utensils, but ate with their fingers and the small piece of bread?allotted each. A pitcher of water went with the meal, and they quickly?learned to conserve it.
When their ship reached Algiers the girls crowded together by?the tiny porthole watching as their female relatives and friends were?taken off the ship. Then from the bowels of the ship, the village?men were brought up, filthy, their newly grown beards matted and?lice-ridden. They too were quickly driven off the ship. As the three? wondered what was to become of them the cabin door opened and?the captain entered carrying something over his arm. Carelessly he?flung them each a garment.
“Put ‘em on,” he commanded in rough-accented French, and?when they obeyed he handed them each a heavy veil. “Pin it to your?hoods and follow me,” he said. “Open your yaps once, and I’ll turn?the lot of you over to my crew. They’d like that.”
Frightened, they scurried after him up to the deck and down the?gangway. On the dock was a large, closed litter.
“Get in,” snarled their captor, and they quickly obeyed. “You’re?going to the baths to be cleaned and prettied up,” he explained. “Do?whatever they tell you to do. You’ll be sold at auction tonight. Be?thankful Allah gave you beauty with your purity or you could have?ended up like the others in your village.” He yanked the curtains?shut and the litter began to move.
Celestine looked to her cousin Marie. “Shall we kill ourselves?”?she whispered fearfully.
“But if we are sold we shall be separated,” wailed Renee. She?had been the village innkeeper’s only child, and was terribly spoiled,?having been raised knowing that her dowry was the largest of any?girl’s for fifty miles around. “How could you, a nun, suggest we?yield to the infidel?”
“I am not a nun, Renee. I was a postulant for one short month.?I do know, however, that God has forbidden us to suicide. Whatever?I must endure in His name I shall. We are not in Tour de la Mer?any longer, and it is unlikely we’ll ever see it again.”
