Josephine, with Mr. Fuller a villainous pirate

Charlotte skipped over the first few chapters of Josophine and the Ottoman Turks. She had read the book so often that she did not even need to skim over the early developments of the plot, where the sweet French mademoiselle is introduced to the other gentlemen travelling together to Cairo. Nor how the heroine is **** by a vile Corsican steward and carried wearing only her nightgown into a small ship's boat; stolen away for what could only be wicked purposes.

Charlotte found the spot and started reading. She could only imagine how terrified the pretty French maiden must have felt as she awoke all alone in the sunny Mediterranean with the swarthy-skinned Corsican pawing at her pale flesh. The rat-faced man's dirty hands pulling at Josephine's nightdress tearing it open as the innocent French maiden struggles against the lecherous man's intent.

As she read the vivid description of the ****, Charlotte pictured herself in the heroine's predicament. Would she be able to fight off the wiry sailor as he **** open Josephine's thighs and clawed at her bosom? Her thighs squeezed tightly together and she rocked on her bed envisioning the dreadful fight. One hand groped her tit roughly mimicking the Corsican's **** while her other hand pulled at her wrist imagining herself trying to fight off his fearful attack on her swollen breast. What chance could any woman have, alone on a tiny boat against a brutal sailor intent on taking her virtue?

Breathing hard and tingling all over, Charlotte returned to the book knowing that the heroine escapes this heinous fate but still imagining the helplessness of Josephine's predicament. Before the rat-faced Corsican can overpower the chaste mademoiselle completely, their little boat is overtaken by a corsair with a huge, black triangular sail and her cowardly abductor is shot dead while trying to raise the tiny boat's sail. Josephine's initial relief turns to horror when she sees the turbaned heads of the crew that peer down at her from the sloop's gunwales. Barbary pirates - the scourge of the Mediterranean - the captain is delighted with his unexpected find, and has Josephine tied to a yardarm so she can be intimately examined.

It was for this exact section of the narrative that Charlotte chose this story. In her mind's eye the Captain of the coarse pirates was of course none other than Mr. Fuller with his blond hair and leering gaze and Charlotte knew all too well what it felt like to be an innocent maiden examined by this awful man. She knew now as never before how it felt to have the rough calloused hands of a sailor grope her tender flesh. As she read the account of the Barbary pirate lifting the modest cotton nightgown higher and higher on Josephine's naked figure Charlotte pulled her own gown to expose first her thighs then her sex and so on until finally the garment was twisted tightly around just her wrists binding her hands as tightly as Black Brand had in his cave.

Charlotte rolled onto her belly rubbing her sensitive breasts against the sheets as she read the explicit description of how the slaver captain explored every inch of Josephine's naked form. She wondered why Mr. Fuller had not stripped her bare and run his hands up her thighs just like the pirate captain did to the French maiden, but in her fantasy she knew that it was he. Until this moment, her legs had been clenched tightly together, but when the author described how the powerful pirate pried open Josephine's knees she slowly allowed her thighs to open. She could not help herself; she pressed her hips hard into the mattress grinding her mons against the bed as she pictured Black Brand forcing her open.

Lord forgive her, more than ever before she wanted to press her fingers into her womanhood like the Barbary captain was doing to poor Josephine, but she also loved the feeling of struggling to pull her hands free and knowing that she was completely helpless as her virgin sex was probed. It was all but impossible to avoid picturing Mr. Fuller examining her just like this in his hidden cave. The greedy slaver was delighted by what his fingers discovered, he saw Josephine's value triple because of her intact hymen. By this point Charlotte was back in the cave, Black Brand she knew had no reason to preserve her virtue and bound as she was she was in no position to stop him from taking what ever he wanted from her innocent body.

Her breasts and hips wormed against the smooth sheets of her bedding imagining just how Mr. Fuller with all his reasons to hate her family could have easily taken her. She had felt the size and firmness of his manhood as he pressed against her, and could only imagine how anything that size could possibly **** its way into her virgin passage. She pulled at the cloth wrapped around her slender wrists and her thighs opened and closed in rhythm to her gyrating as she imagined that huge, hard, meaty shaft forcing its way into -Aighhhhh

Charlotte tried to stifle the sharp cry that came with the flood of moisture at her core, but it was louder than she had ever been before. Nothing in her experience with the gentle fingering of her sex had prepared her for something like this. Silently she pulled her nightgown free of her wrists and wiggled back into the soft cotton garment as she listened fearfully for any sign that she had been discovered.