Chapter 10

ROYAL ROMANCE

"By the Beard of the Prophet." Prince Ali exclaimed after his second ejaculation, "I have never enjoyed a fuck like this with any woman."

I pulled my index finger from his rectum and was surprised to receive the grateful lips of Prince Ali on my pussy and clitoris. He sucked away greedily, swallowing plenty of his own sperm along with my cunny-juice. I made believe he was making me come like a house on fire.

Of course, by now, the Prince, with his Oriental passion, was deeply in love with me.

Too bad. I would pay with my pussy to the Prince for the trip on his yacht.

I was to expect every night to have his rock hard prick penetrate my most intimate opening. I was to give him a pleasure I would not share.

But, to say the truth, he was quite nice and I liked him very much for his kindness, and, well, he would be the last one, so.. .I appreciated his Royal elegance and treatment of me, so I gave him whatever he desired from my body.

He treated me like a harem favorite, shoving his stiff penis into me a fantastic number of times during the day and night. Once he even spread my legs while I was following the call of nature on the commode. This seemed to arouse him tremendously and he thrust his terrific pecker-head right up my rectum. His shaft was so long that it hurt, and it was a shitty situation so to speak, when he ejaculated in my upper anus but Ali was so charming. I even sucked his pecker immediately after he withdrew from my rectum.

"If you do this, then I will believe you sincerely care for me." he declared in his regal manner.

There were only six passengers on board.

The two couples I mentioned and me and the prince.

On the other hand, the crew contained at least thirty men, all Matese.

The captain, a sturdily built fellow, in spite of his white uniform and braided cap, still looked very much like those Arabs that rape women in the desert.

He never failed to fix me with his fiery eyes whenever he saw me walking scantily dressed on the deck.

If it hadn't been for the Prince, it was obvious he would have tried to shove his prong in too.

Soon I realized that the premonition I had had before accepting the invitation looked like being true. For a few odd things were happening on board the yacht.

For one thing, the radio practically never stopped working, sending messages.

And nearly without stop, a sailor devliered wires to the Prince who read them quickly and at once dictated his answers. And as they were all written in his language I didnt' understand a word.

I thought the voyage would last a pretty long time, but I was wrong. We had hardly sailed beyond Suez when we started speeding up to an unusual rate for a pleasure cruise.

Then I overheard a conversation that edified me.

The prince was talking with the European couple, and, with them, he had to speak in English, so I could understand what they were saying.

"I hope to arrive this afternoon," the prince said.

The man answered:

"Your Highness, we must arrive this afternoon."

"I know, but we're doing thirty knots and the diesels are turning at top speed."

"Your Highness, you must try to go faster still. A delay of one hour could be fatal."

"Yes, my dear, but don't forget that the soldiers of the capital are all for me."

"Yes, Your Highness, but the Royal Guard and the superior officers will remain faithful to your brother."

"Bah. They're just a handful of men."

"Yes, but resolute and courageous. Believe me, Your Highness, order the captain to make the yacht go still quicker. We should arrive at noon."

The prince smiled and assented.

He called the skipper who gave the order:

"Engines at 3.000."

Soon the hull shook with the powerful drive.

I didn't want to stay ignorant so a few moments later I hailed the prince.

"Ali," I said, for I called him Ali when I was alone with him, "tell me the truth, what's the meaning of this unusual speed for a yacht? And why all these conspiratorial conversations, etc.? "

With his Oriental diplomacy, the prince said, playfully tapping my hands the while:

"Dear Venus, what strange ideas are you entertaining in that pretty blonde head of yours? Where have you heard any conspiratorial conversations? We're simply testing this yacht for speed, that's all."

"But you must admit that your haste to arrive in the capital is, to say the least, odd."

"Not at all. You are, in fact, the cause of all this haste."

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

All of a sudden, he became grave. He put his arm around me and made me sit beside him on a sofa, then he told me with a caressing voice:

"Rochelle, I have known many women, but you're the first, really the first to whom I felt I'm going to get attached.

I'm dreaming for you of the highest destiny. I hope that when we have arrived in my country, I shall be able to tell you: "Rochelle, darling, you're going to be a queen."

"A queen? But you can't be serious."

"Yes, I am. Don't forget it, I am a royal prince." I looked at him with eyes round with surprise.

"I repeat it," I said, "you can't be serious. I am Mrs. Peters and I intend to stay that way."

"We shall see, my love," he grunted as he reamed my rectum.

I stayed there for a while, thinking. I was beginning to get really worried.

I was alone as a woman on board this mysterious yacht with alarming men. In what hornets' nest had I put myself?

But how could I get out of it? One cannot very well step out of a ship in open seas.

I realized that I was at the mercy of the prince and his crew. Besides, what were all these men plotting?

I was soon to learn it.

At a record speed the yacht was bound for Haban, the capital of Ergezan.

The Prince was still considerate and loving towards me but I felt that he was very nervous. But it was impossible to get anything out of him: every time I asked him any precise questions, he replied something like this:

"Rochelle, darling, I shall lay on your blond head a crown of diamonds and two million subjects shall be at your feet."

What could I do? Impossible to reason with this stubborn Oriental. Every time I tried he would shove his cock right up my ass-hole. About the only place on board the yacht he hadn't bugged my rectum was at the dinner table, and I was afraid that would be next.

The following day, about noon, he showed me at the horizon a black line where one could already distinguish hundreds of square white patches that were in fact houses.

He took me by the arm and proudly said: "Haban, my capital."

Then he harped back on the same theme: "In a few hours you shall enter that town as an absolute mistress. Rochelle, never will my country get a prettier queen."

I preferred not to answer. In spite of all the cold-cream I used on it, my rectum was getting sore from his dong.

I looked for a long time at that land which was drawing nearer and nearer.

Suddenly we heard a boom and a green flare appeared flashing up with a hiss from the shore.

That signal made everything change in the yacht.

Feverishly, the crew rushed down into the hold and soon emerged from it dressed like soldiers and holding submachine-guns at the ready.

The skipper blew his whistle.

A small boat was lowered, and ten men boarded it and sped with it towards the shore, soon followed, by a second one, likewise manned.

At last, the prince appeared on deck. He was dressed in his richest uniform and accompanied by two officers, also dressed as for a gala.

"Rochelle, my dear Venus," he said.

"I'm telling you good-bye but only for a few hours, for soon you shall come and join me and all this ( he swept his hand towards the town) shall be yours. You shall reign at my side on all this kingdom."

He bowed and saluted, with his hand on the peak of his gold-braided cap.

He and the two officers boarded a third boat, smaller than the other two, and sped towards the shore.

I was dumbfounded.

A hand was laid upon my arm and a sailor told me:

"Madam, this place is dangerous. Please go into your cabin."

I was so nervous I'm afraid I was rude to the fellow.

"No." I nearly shouted.

"It's the prince's orders," he insisted.

"Shut up." I said.

I leant against the rail and looked at the capital.

Now the cannons were roaring uninterruptedly. Here and there fires started up in the town and black smoke curled up ominously.

Now I knew.

I was watching a revolution.

And what was I doing there, a British subject?

And how would it end up for me?

Two aircraft flew over the town. Suddenly one of them nose-dived. It had been hit by the other and suddenly it exploded in mid-air and flames shot out of it as it crashed down in the middle of the town.

"What a waste of a young, virile cock." I always thought to myself when I saw something like this happen.

In spite of the distance I could hear the sharp clacking of machine-guns and different noises that made it apparent that the whole town was in the turmoil of a revolution.

I remained a long time watching, engrossed by this bloody but exciting sight.

Suddenly a small motor-boat sped towards the yacht from the harbour. I recognized it, after a while, as being one of our boats.

Then as it happens in the tropics, the sun went down very quickly. But I could still distinguish the boat coming at full speed towards us.

At last it stopped alongside and there stepped out of it the captain, with his uniform all torn and mud-spattered, and, with him, ten men, also in a bad state, and some of them injured.

The skipper hurried to his post and shouted into the loud-speaker:

"Get under way. Weigh anchor."

The anchor was taken up in a deafening rattle of huge chains.

The captain then gave orders to speed towards the north, then he came back to the deck, panting.

Only then did he give a thought to me.

In English he told me, taking me by the arm as if I were a cabin-boy:

"Madam, go to your cabin. Your place isn't here."

I started and answered in an icy tone: "I don't have to take orders from you and, besides, what's up?"

"It happens that Prince Ali is a prisoner, that the coup d'etat has failed and that His Highness, before being captured, ordered me to escape with this yacht, which must absolutely not be seized by the police launches of the government.

I'm going to try and make for the territorial waters, I mean go beyond them.

In the absence of His Royal Highness, I am the only master on board and I order you to go down to your cabin. Your life is at stake."

I could see coming from the harbor, a few luminous points that were growing in size.

"You see, those are the police launches that are pursuing us. In a few moments they're going to open fire. Please don't talk and go down below."

He took me by the arm and drew me downstairs.

At that moment, we were dazzled by the glare of the searchlights from the launches. Then a spout of water spurted up alongside the yacht and at the same time a strong detonation was heard.

"That was the warning for us to stop," the captain explained.

He let me go for a while and went up the stairs, and gave orders to speed up to the maximum.

Then he ran down the stairs and blew three times on a whistle. Men appeared and, to my astonishment, removed a few tarpaulins under which were hidden guess what yes, guns.

Now I understood that the pleasure yacht was in reality only a camouflage.

Then orders were given to fire.

So we were answering the warning with firing at will.

The skipper leered lewdly and, taking me again by the arm, rushed downstairs with me. He opened the door of my cabin, pushed me inside, ordered:

"And now, don't move from here, understood? I have other things to do than to take care of you. His Highness gave me a mission and I obey his orders, that's all."

And he left me and locked me in my cabin.

Although I have always considered myself a strong and resolute woman, I confess that I felt despair taking hold of me then.

Put yourself in my place. I was locked in a boat manned by rebels and bombed by government launches.

I really got scared.

Especially since I knew that in addition to everything else, the Captain had a real hard-on for me.. . .

The hull of the yacht was vibrating under the effect of speed, and dull booms and thuds showed that the enemy fire was far from abating, and that from the yacht itself they were firing as much as they could. The captain had obviously no intention of surrendering.

It didn't take much brains to reflect that sooner or later we were bound to be hit by an enemy shell and sink.

I remained prostrate on the sofa.

Suddenly I was thrown to the floor by a brisk shock. The floor shook and my ears were assailed by a terrible booming sound accompanied by a sharp and dazzling flash of light.

Maybe I lost consciousness for a moment, I don't remember.

After a time I couldn't say how long the door of my cabin was hurriedly opened and the captain came in. He was pale and haggard and his eyes were feverish. He almost shouted: "We've been hit. I struggled to the last. We're now surrounded by seven launches. I don't want to surrender alive to the government men. But you are neutral in this combat. I'll launch a boat with a white flag and put you in it. The sailors of Selim III will pick you up. That is the order of His Highness." I stared at him.

Then suddenly I saw his expression change. He came towards me with his eyes looking fixedly and his hands outstretched.

I got up instinctively paced backwards. He stopped a moment then, with his eyes afire, he spoke excitedly:

"You mocked me when I looked longingly at you in the semi-nude, while you were walking on deck in a bra and panties only. I'm sure you were laughing at the idea of me, an Arab, who dared to want your white skin and golden hair.

Well, now you're going to pay.

Before attempting to save you, on the orders of my master, I shall taste all the delights of your body. Yes, take you as I have done so many times with women of my country. Only I've never had a European woman before, you understand? So, before I die, I shall at least have one. To take a proud woman, to shove my common cock up the cunt of Prince Ali's woman oh what a wonderful victory.

I have nothing to fear, for as soon as you've left this yacht I shall give the order to scuttle this ship and I'll die with it. The sailors of Selim III will not have me alive.

So, I shall take you, you, the beautiful

European girl, it will be my last joy." He came towards me.

I took hold of a vase and threw it at him. He ducked and the vase broke into fragments against the opposite wall.

Then he pounced.

I felt his hands cling to my light dress and soon it was ripped open.

Big hands took hold of my naked breasts. I clawed at his face.

But he didn't seem to feel the pain. He only laughed satanically and shoved me on to the bed.

I fell on it and I was there stripped naked and with my breasts pointing up at him.

He pulled off his pants, baring a very thick, stiff cock with a flaring circumcised head almost double the thickness of his cock-shaft. I screamed in terror, afraid of being ripped apart by his monstrous prick. He continued brutally to proceed with forcing me to fuck.

With his knees he tried to pry my legs open. I struck him with my heels. He brushed them aside with an iron grip and threw himself on me.

He acted like the unrestrained beast he was. He held me forcibly by the shoulders. I tried vainly to lift myself up from the sofa.

My efforts only resulted in accelerating the thrusts of his body. One brawny arm forced my thighs apart, then his hands pulled at my blonde bush until I moaned in pain and terror.

"Spread your legs, or I will pluck your pussy bald." he grunted.

As I exposed my cunt, his bull-prick began to thrust in. As he forced that enormous pecker-head up my hole, I yelled as my vagina was stretched to its utmost. Finally his shaft was completely rammed in and he began an animalistic debauchery of my cunt. His cock hurt only after the first brutal penetration, then as he kept fucking, his prong slid easily on the copious pussy-juice drenching my cunny.

He was now panting with pleasure. I was vanquished. I could only remain passive and submit.

So I surrendered to this hungry male, this harsh man who was raping with such satisfaction the violated cunt of a woman whom destiny had offered him on the last day of his life, on a yacht that was going to sink.