Kill The President's Women (Joe The Magic Man Series Book 2) (42 page)

“I might when I can trust you, but not tonight.”

Jean let him have his way and he crudely fingered her and squeezed her breasts with a satisfied smile on his face the whole time. He then turned his amorous attentions to her Ladyship. She tried to kick him, but she was stuck in between Jean and the side of the ship beside her.

Pedro managed to get his hands through her legs and she spat at him spiritedly. He wiped his face and withdrew his hands to pull at her tits through her dress. “I don’t like this dress”, he complained. “Tomorrow night, I’ll have you both naked.”

The next few nights went the same way. Her ladyship gave in to Pedro with just a few choice words thrown at him. The further away from England they sailed, the more he seemed to trust them not to do anything stupid. He untied them at some point and both women made no move to leave the room, not even at night. There was nowhere to run to and if they went on deck without him, the crew would more than likely rape them.

Pedro liked talking; he told them that Captain Gomez had been captain in the Spanish army for years, until he found that being a pirate was more rewarding. He had spies in King Henry’s court and that’s how he knew all about the war chest.

Pedro also told Jean that Captain Gomez traded in slaves – among many other types of cargo – with a rich Arab Sheikh in Egypt that had ten wives. The Sheikh liked young, white girls with soft skin and so Pedro had to keep Jean out of the sun and well-fed. When Jean asked what would become of her husband and the Welshmen, he told her that the captain kept them because they all looked strong in the arms and chest, and so they would fetch good prices as galley slaves.

He also told Jean that if she wanted to stay alive in the Sheikh’s harem, as a concubine or as one of his wives, then she was going to have to pretend to enjoy having a lot of sex, learn to dance and learn to fake orgasms. If Jean was to give the Sheikh a son or two, then the Sheikh would hang on to her and she’d become one of his favorite wives. If she only gave him girls, he would sell her to someone else or give her to his men and if she was given to the men, she would die in two years or so, of the pox or some other disease.

Jean had never faked an orgasm and had never learned to dance. She made a mental note that it was something she had to learn as soon as possible. Jean got depressed at the thought of never seeing Steve-e-Joe again; she realized she would miss Steve-e-Joe the most for her first lover Steve was becoming a distant memory. Captain Morgan, now that she thought deeply about him, was just a man she had been infatuated with. In her horrifying situation, things seemed much clearer to her. It was Steve-e-Joe she longed for.

By the time they reached Spain, Jean felt she had spent a lifetime at sea, although it had only been weeks. She had no idea what month it was, but she was sure it was close to her nineteenth birthday. Jean said a tearful goodbye to Lady Josephine when they docked in Spain; her Ladyship would be held prisoner until her ransom was paid by her husband or King Henry.

They spent two nights at the Spanish docks with Captain Gomez coming on board just once to check his merchandise, telling Jean he would see her in Egypt next. His ship set sail a day before the English ship to see his friend the Sheikh. Jean asked Pedro if Captain Gomez had killed the Englishmen that volunteered to make up his crew or if had he sent them home. Pedro reminded her that the captain had given his word that he’d find the Englishmen safe passage home. According to him, the captain would keep his word, even if he didn’t like Englishmen.

The next few weeks were like hell for Jean. It seemed to take ages to reach Egypt. It didn’t help that they had to stop at another port to drop off some cargo. The time dragged by slowly and in the unbearable heat, Jean was forced to lay naked on the bed all day long. By this time, Pedro had become used to seeing her in the nude and took no notice of her as he complained of the heat. Jean was angry at him sometimes for paying her no mind and in those petty moments, she was glad that, unknown to him, she had been using him to learn how to fake a climax.

When they eventually docked in Egypt, Jean wasn’t sure she could go on deck, for she knew it would be the last time she’d see Steve-e-Joe before he would be dragged off to the slave market. The sight alone might literally kill her, she thought.

Pedro had told Jean that the captain was going to give his friend the Sheikh the first offer on her and if he didn’t fancy her, then she’d be hauled off to the slave market with the other men. Jean had just about run out of tears since the night Captain Gomez took the ship because every passing moment had been filled with a terrified anxiety. They docked late in the evening and Pedro told Jean that they’d unload the cargo first, while the prisoners would be taken ashore in the morning.

In the morning, Jean awoke in tears, waiting to hear Steve-e-Joe and the men being brought up from below. Pedro had promised her he’d take her on deck to wave goodbye but she was more convinced at this moment that she wouldn’t be able to handle such a goodbye. Jean heard Pedro speaking to someone outside the cabin and she turned her head slightly. Her head was heavy and hurt badly.

“Good morning Captain,” Pedro was saying, with a low bow like a servant, rather than standing up straight like a soldier.

“Good morning and how is the girl?”

“A little homesick,” Pedro said in English for Jean’s benefit. “But she’s not with child, I can promise you that. Not one prick has been anywhere near her.”

“Good man, I know that that must have been hard for you,” Captain Gomez said with a sarcastic grin. He turned back and walked to the hatch and shouted.

“Captain Morgan!” He waited for a response. “I know you hear me, I want to talk to you.” He motioned for their jailer to fetch him up. “Don’t do anything silly or I shoot you and there be no money in that for me.”

Captain Morgan was dragged up through the hatch, his hands tied behind his back, with his men cursing and shouting in Welsh at the Spanish Captain. Captain Morgan looked terrible. He hadn’t shaved or washed in the last two months, and the food they were given was just enough to keep them alive. Captain Morgan, dirty and malnourished, managed to stand up straight in defiance. He looked Captain Gomez right in the eye and said calmly. “If I do escape and we meet again, I’m going to kill you.”

“I expect nothing less, Captain,” came the equally calm reply.

Captain Gomez motioned with his hand to the second cabin. “But we talk first; perhaps there is way you and your men can get back home?”

They settled down in the cabin with two guards at Morgan’s side. “Untie him. Give him a drink.” Gomez didn’t wait, he went on. “My friend, the Sheikh has little problem with neighboring tribe, and if you can help him, he is willing to buy you off me for fair price then reward you and your men by setting you free.”

Morgan tried to snigger but it was a tired, lifeless sound. “Let me guess, he wants me and my men to kill his neighbors for him?”

“Close. His 10 year old son has been kidnapped and he wants him back.”

“If your friend is that rich, why doesn’t he just pay the ransom?”

“It’s not that easy. The two tribes are enemies for hundreds of years, and sons of Arabs are worth more than money. You may not know this. They not ask for ransom yet and they’ll kill the boy if the Sheikh tries to save him or attack the village. The boy’s blood will be spilled and it would be his father’s fault.”

“So as long as they got the boy,” Morgan asked suspiciously, “there will be no war between the tribes?”

“Oh there will be raids and other tiny attacks on my friend’s tribe but he cannot retaliate. If he do, they’ll kill the boy.”

“So what does he expect us to do?”

“They’ve had his son for eight months now. The Sheikh knows his son is alive and well. He has many spies, you see… he knows what family is holding the boy and where they are. And the plan is simple one.” Gomez laughed heartily. “It’s so simple it might just work.”

“Even before I hear it, I don’t like it. But you’re going to tell me anyway, aren’t you?”

“Yes… He wants you to attack their camp at night, shouting in English so they think they being attacked by British soldiers. They will leave the boy alone and not even protect him, just to have the chance to kill some British infidels. Trust me, they hate the British so much. They will come running out of their tents shouting, ‘Death to the infidels!’ Yes, they will.” He gave a twisted smile as he pictured the slaughter. “And your men will rain down arrows on them, while the Sheikh’s men grab the boy and kill as many men as they can. The Sheikh thinks when they hear you shouting in English and find arrows in their bodies, they can never think it’s the Sheikh’s men. By the time they realize there only few of you, it will be too late. The deed is done.”

Captain Morgan gave it some thought before asking, “The Sheikh knows I have only ten archers, and we’ve only got twenty arrows each?”

“Yes, but he has as many men as other tribe, and he’s hoping surprise attack in darkness will work so well, they kill half the tribe before they know what’s happening.”

They talked tactics for a while longer before Captain Morgan agreed, but on one condition: if they rescued the boy, Jean would be set free to come home with them. It didn’t take Captain Gomez long to say it should be alright, for the Sheikh would pay anything to have his son back.

“So Captain Morgan,” Captain Gomez said, smiling deviously, “do you say you will take on this little war of tribes? And will all your men agree to such suicide mission?”

“My men and I have grown fond of my squire and his wife, and would be willing to fight for her freedom as well as ours.”

“Very good then!” Captain Gomez exclaimed. “I waste no more time and get back to the Sheikh. You and your men will follow me with girl to the Sheikh’s village. I’m afraid I must keep you tied up until I hand you over – until the Sheikh pays me, of course. I’ll make traveling arrangements comfortable for you. I wish you good day Captain Morgan, and best of luck with your little war.”

Jean had heard them call Captain Morgan’s name loudly and had heard them fetch him from below. She rushed to place her ear to the door hoping to hear the ensuing conversation but they must have moved away for she heard nothing for a long time. When she finally heard something, it was Captain Gomez giving urgent orders almost as if something had gone wrong. It took another long spell before Pedro came and told her what had gone on: the two captains had had a business meeting.

Pedro told Jean she was to be given a bath and made ready to travel at once. She was joining Captain Gomez on a trip to be sold to a Sheikh miles away in the desert. There was some good news lodged in there somewhere: the meeting held a lot of potential for her future and as they left to meet the Sheikh, Steve-e-Joe and the men would be coming right behind them.

Jean and Pedro rode on one horse, behind Captain Gomez and four of his men who led the way. It took them two days on horseback to reach the village, and in that time together, neither Captain Gomez nor any of his men spoke to her or looked at her. Pedro whispered to her that it was because she might be the Sheikh’s next wife, and the Sheikh was known to kill men who looked at his wives. Eventually, even Pedro, began to act strangely towards Jean. He was nervous around her for he had taken the liberty of bathing her before their trip by horse and he remembered vividly all the times he had touched her throughout their voyage. When they eventually reached the Sheikh’s village, Pedro kept well back.

Jean was handed over to the women of the harem to bathe and dress her in silk – the way the Sheikh liked his women. Jean was glad that Pedro went over to stay with Captain Gomez and his men. She felt no animosity whatsoever towards him and wouldn’t want him to be killed by the Sheikh.

That evening, Jean was taken to the Sheikh’s tent. It was nothing like she had ever seen before; there were silk drapes hanging everywhere, and the huge bed was covered in huge cushions. She tried to summarize it all in her head: her voyage had been interrupted by a band of pirates and she had been sold to an old, fat man that already had ten wives.

What a trip!
She thought. It didn’t even seem like it would get better. She had been told it would be another day before the caravan with Steve-e-Joe and the men arrived at the village, and when it did, she was forbidden to look at any of the men. If the Sheikh found out that Steve-e-Joe and Jean had been married – technically, they were still married – he would promptly cut off Steve-e-Joe’s head off without so much as a second thought. The Sheikh was the law around here and he was not to be defied.

So Jean let the fat Sheikh undress her and feel her, and she smiled at him as if she admired him for she knew she had to play along with him. She knew she was stuck with him forever unless Captain Morgan and his men could manage to rescue the Sheikh’s son. Until then, she had to be the Sheikh’s wife, or sex slave, more accurately

The Sheikh clumsily lay her down on the huge bed and started to explore her pale beauty. He kissed her in many random places and Jean responded with different, rehearsed moans. He smiled victoriously as he touched different parts of her lily-white body and he nodded to show Jean he liked her. When he stripped himself naked, Jean noticed he didn’t have a big cock and she consoled herself with the thought that Captain Morgan just might pull off the impossible and she wouldn’t be with him for long. A cynical part of her reasoned that the Sheikh might not be pleased with her in the end and that he could sell her before the archers completed their mission. She dismissed the awful thought and looked at her new lover.

He was awfully hairy and sweaty but Jean put on a brave face and when he did finally shag her, she cried out with the fake cries of passion that she had learned with Pedro. There was no language barrier here, those cries meant the same in all languages and the Sheikh loved the noises she made. It seemed a lifetime away since Jean had been shagged by Steve-e-Joe, Sergeant Jones and the handsome Captain Morgan, and Jean used those memories when the Sheikh made love to her, and those cries were uttered passionately for them.