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ROBIN CRUSOE by Victoria Crane CHAPTER 1 - TARIQ The first time I laid eyes on Robin he was on the slave auction block in Tripoli. I later learned that he was a young sailor in the English navy, and his ship had been captured by pirates. The entire crew was sold as slaves here in the most important city of the Barbary Coast. He was just a scrawny young man. His only notable feature was his nearly white blond hair, but that wasn't enough to generate interest in him from the bidders. It looked like he was doomed to work in the salt mines. The mines bought the cheapest slaves and worked them to death. My wife, Thiyya, tugged on my sleeve and urged me, "Buy him, Tariq." I looked at her and saw that she was transfixed by the boy on the auction block. "What would I do with a boy like that?" I asked. I am a Passion Master; one who trains and sells love slaves. I am the best at what I do in Tripoli. I need beautiful girl slaves, not scrawny boys. "Just do it, Tariq!" She pleaded. "I'll explain later." Thiyya is a beautiful, smart and devoted wife. She asks for little from me, so when she does ask I never refuse. I bid and won. The blond boy slave was mine for just four coins. We led the boy home in chains. I pushed him into a chair and said to my wife, "Explain to me why I'm the new owner of a useless slave." Thiyya grinned. "The Izza Elixir, Tariq! I will use it on him and make him a perfect companion for the Prince." The Izza Elixir was a magical potion that I'd heard of, but thought was just a legend. It was fabled to be able to change a man into a pretty she-male. It was significant that Thiyya suggested its use. In addition to being a devoted wife, she was a witch. A talented witch who'd demonstrated her abilities to me many times. If Thiyya believed in the Izza Elixir, then so did I. "The Prince would pay dearly for pretty blond she-male," I said. About a month previous, Thiyya had learned that our Prince preferred boys to girls. I don't know how she found out, but I had no doubt that it was true. My wife did not spread idle gossip. Thiyya's smile widened. "Yes, he will," she replied. "Leave him to me, Tariq and I will turn this worthless slave into a most valuable property." I turned to the boy. "What is your name and how old are you, slave?" He didn't speak our language but I spoke English. "Robin, sir. Robin Crusoe," he answered. "I'm 15." That could be a good thing. His youth might make him more malleable by the elixir. "You will address me as master, Robin. You are my slave. Is that understood?" "Yes ... master," he answered. "Go with my wife, slave. Do everything she commands or I'll give you twenty lashes. Understand?" Robin's face went pale. He understood alright. "Yes, master!" Thiyya put Robin to work cleaning the house. He was good at it; the British Navy prides itself on cleaning the entire ship every day. Meanwhile, Thiyya used the next three days hunting for the ingredients of the elixir in markets and shops all over the city. She spent significant amounts of gold to obtain the rarest of the ingredients, but I trusted her. She brewed the elixir, and let it settle for a day. Thiyya explained to me that the elixir is powerful but slow-acting. The slave would drink a small amount once a month for two years, and his changes would take at least those two years to complete. Thiyya brewed enough of the elixir for the entire two year process. Thiyya gave Robin a small amount of the elixir to drink and we put the rest in a little cask and stashed it in our storeroom. As soon as Robin drank his dose, he closed his eyes, dropped the cup and grinned. It was the manic grin of ecstasy. He swayed and his hands ran all over his body. "Robin?" I tried to get his attention, but it was no use. He was in another world. Thiyya took Robin's hand and led him to his room. The slave followed like a happy puppy. She put him to bed and he quickly fell asleep. "Is his reaction normal?" I asked. "I don't know," Thiyya admitted. "I've never used the elixir before." Two days after Robin drank the elixir, I noticed he was sweating and his skin was flushed as he went about his cleaning duties. I put my hand to his forehead; he was burning with fever. "How do you feel, Robin?" I asked. Robin hesitated, clearly he didn't want to complain. "I feel hot, master. My body aches all over," he admitted. I sent him to bed. I found Thiyya and told her about Robin. "Is it a reaction to the elixir?" I asked. My wife looked puzzled. "It shouldn't effect him that way," she said. "His changes will be slow and will take years to complete, so I don't think the elixir is to blame. He's probably just sick." The next day Robin was back at work and his fever had passed. It must've been an illness, but I kept a close eye on him just the same. Five days later it was obvious that Robin was changing, and much more rapidly than Thiyya had predicted. His shirt fit tight across his swelling chest and the stitches of his pants strained to contain his bigger butt. His facial features softened, lips plumped and he had no beard. His voice cracked when he spoke. His shoes flopped on his smaller feet. Thiyya brought Robin into my office. "Slave, you've been stealing elixir from the storeroom. Explain yourself!" I thundered. Minutes earlier Thiyya had discovered that the two-year supply of extra elixir she'd brewed was almost all gone. Robin broke into tears. "I'm sorry, master!" he sobbed. "Please don't punish me. It tastes so good and makes me feel brilliant! I won't do it again." I grabbed his arm and shook him. "You could've killed yourself, you ignorant ass! The elixir is powerful!" "I'm sorry!" Robin wailed. "Take your clothes off," Thiyya ordered. Robin's jaw dropped and he just stared at her. "Do it," I rumbled. There was no mistaking the menace in my voice. Robin stripped as fast as he could. "Allah have mercy," my wife gasped. I was too stunned to speak. Robin was already mostly girl. His shapeless clothes had hidden the true extent of the changes. He tried to cover his chest and crotch, but Thiyya ordered him, "Hands at your side!" His breasts were firm, round and would be the envy of any teenage girl. His waist was narrow and his stomach flat. His ass was round and pert, arms and legs sleekly muscled, and feet tiny. All in all, an extraordinarily cute girl. If he continued to ripen well he had the potential to become the best looking woman in Tripoli. A woman with a tiny cock. It was already very small and I assumed it would continue to shrink. Tears continued to roll down Robin's cheeks. "Master," he asked, "what's happening to me?" I decided to tell him the truth. "The elixir is a magic potion. It has the power to change a man into woman, although he keeps his dick. You drank it much faster than you were supposed to, which changed you hard and fast." "But why do you want to turn me into a girl, master?" "You will learn in time, slave," I answered. Thiyya poured the remainder of the elixir in a cup and handed it to the nude slave. "That's the last of the elixir. You might as well have it now. Drink it," she commanded. Robin eagerly poured the elixir down his throat. Instantly his body relaxed and a smile spread across his pretty lips. His eyes rolled up and his hands roamed slowly over his body. He swayed as if dancing to unheard music. Thiyya stepped up to the slave and licked his tit. Robin moaned, then giggled. His eyes were tightly closed as he grabbed my wife's head and pulled it against his breast. Thiyya sucked his nipple and the slave groaned. I watched the erotic spectacle for a moment then decided to join in. The drugged slave was too enticing to resist. I sucked his other nipple into my mouth. Robin arched his back and yelled, "Oh my God!" His little prick jerked and thin streams of cum arced through the air. Robin's legs collapsed but I caught him before he fell. "Wow," Thiyya laughed. "He is amazing." I lifted Robin into the air and held him like a baby. He'd passed out. "That he is," I agreed. "I think your plan is going to work." A beautiful woman with a secret between her legs; the perfect companion for the Prince. I carried Robin to the bath, and left him there alone with Thiyya. I went to the next room, then looked back into the bathhouse through a special panel. It allowed me to watch them but remain unseen myself. My wife knew I was there, but we didn't want Robin to know. Robin woke and looked around him, "What is this place, mistress?" he asked. "It's a bathhouse," Thiyya answered. "Haven't you seen a bathhouse before?" Robin shook his head no. "In the navy we washed with a sponge once a week. The Captain liked a clean crew." Thiyya grimaced. "Here you will bathe every morning. Bathing is an art -- the first of many that I will teach you." She removed her clothes. Robin stared with lust at my beautiful wife as she stripped, but he wasn't stupid enough to reach out and touch her. I was glad of that. Good slaves instinctively know how to avoid punishment. Robin swallowed hard and asked, "Mistress, why is it so hot in here?" His naked body was sweating. Thiyya removed her sandals and stood before him completely naked. "The steam makes your body sweat, which removes dirt and poisons from your skin." She took up a silver scraping tool and skimmed it all over his body. "See how the dirt is swept away? Do this first every time you enter the bathhouse." I admired Robin's self-control. He remained still as my wife scraped all over him. His little cock stiffened but he just covered it with one hand. His face betrayed some distress and discomfort, but his body did not. Thiyya led him to a shelf lined with alabaster jars. She scooped a handful of soap from one and rubbed it briskly over Robin's body. The soft soap lathered and gave off the scent of lavender. Robin sneezed from the scent and I almost laughed out loud. She washed his hair, then filled a large bowl with water from a fountain and poured it over him, rinsing away the soap. "Now I will rid your pretty body of all that nasty hair," Thiyya explained. Her hand drifted over her own bare pussy and his eyes followed eagerly. "Moorish women are kept as smooth as silk all over." Robin's eyes bugged out, but he remained still. Impressive. Thiyya scooped a green paste from another of the jars on the shelf. She checked his chin and said, "The elixir has done away with your beard, but you're a hairy mess elsewhere. Raise your arms." She smeared the paste under his arms, then had him lower his arms again. She covered his entire body from the neck down with the green stuff. Including his cock, balls and ass crack. Robin squirmed and his face turned bright red, but he accepted it without protest. Then Thiyya just stood there for a few minutes and watched him. His face registered mild pain and he finally gasped, "It burns, mistress!" "That just means it's working," Thiyya replied. She removed the paste from his body with a wet cloth. As it disappeared, Robin's pale skin was revealed to now be pink, smooth and hairless everywhere. "You don't have to use this every day," Thiyya explained. "Just as needed to prevent hair growth." "Yes, mistress," Robin mumbled as he gawked at his hairless body. Thiyya led Robin into a square pool filled with hot water. As they eased their bodies down into the water, Robin asked, "I'm already washed, mistress. Why do I need to get in the tub?" Thiyya sighed and closed her eyes. "Because it is relaxing." Robin settled in and smiled. "Aye, it is." They bobbed in the water for a long while, silently enjoying it. My wife floated over to the slave and put out a hand to caress his cheek. "You make a pretty girl, Robin." Robin looked down and turned red. "Don't do that, Robin," Thiyya instructed him. "Keep your eyes on me when I talk to you." "Yes, mistress," Robin softly agreed and he looked her in the eyes. Thiyya leaned forward and kissed him lightly. I thought it was too early in his training for that, but my wife literally had the situation in hand. "In the next few weeks I will train you in many things. If you are a good student and obey me in all things, you will be rewarded." Her lips brushed his again. "Understand?" "Yes, mistress," he murmured as he leaned in to kiss her. Thiyya grasped his nipples and twisted hard. Robin's back arched and he yelped in pain. "Don't forget your place, slave. I decide when you get rewards. Get out of line and you'll be punished." She released his tits. Robin gasped and his hands flew to his aching nipples. "I'm sorry, mistress. I meant no harm." Thiyya took his hand and led him out of the pool. "I know, Robin. But you must always think before you act. A slave does not initiate kisses with his mistress." "Yes, mistress. I won't do it again, mistress," Robin said. I closed the secret panel and went to my office, confident that my wife would begin the training of our new slave well. Even though the elixir had run out, Robin's physical development raced ahead. His voice became a breathy whisper that never failed to stir my cock. He had the cute and innocent face of a young girl with a small and slightly upturned nose. Lips nothing short of plush. Tits big and round as melons sat hight and firm on his chest. Tiny waist. Bubble- butt topping long sleek legs. Such lush curves on a 15-year-old body boggled my mind. Robin was perfectly stunning. Thiyya dressed him in typical harem-girl outfits. A translucent veil covered his face from the eyes down. A strapless silk top held his boobs and left his tummy bare. Silk thong panties just covered his crotch and held his tiny cock in place. The translucent material of his harem pants did nothing to disguise his shapely legs. Every day Thiyya honed Robin's body through physical exercises and trained him in belly-dancing, massage, make-up, hair-care, and overall feminine comportment. My beautiful wife is a hard taskmaster. She had Robin up at dawn and worked him straight through until nightfall. "How is he progressing?" I asked Thiyya. It was late, the house was quiet and we were in bed. She'd been working with Robin for one week. "I've trained worse," Thiyya replied. She works with all the new love slaves. "He's fairly strong but had no flexibility. I'm loosening him up. He sometimes resists make-up and other very girly things, but a few kisses quickly break down his defenses." I put my arms around Thiyya and pulled her against me. I remembered her kissing him in the bathhouse. "Is he a good kisser?" I asked. My wife smiled and sighed. "Oh yes, and getting better every day." I laughed. "You little minx. How far have you gone with him?" Thiyya giggled. "I had his top off today and sucked his pretty pink nipples. He really likes that -- he melts into a big puddle." "Did he have your top off as well?" Thiyya grinned and kissed me. "Jealous?" "Maybe." I wasn't used to having a male love slave in the house. "Of me or him?" she taunted me. I rolled on top of her. "Don't forget who's the master of this house." "Never," she assured me, then she kissed me hard. Thiyya brought Robin to our bedroom the next night. She stripped herself, and then him while I sat fully clothed in chair and watched. We wanted to introduce Robin to a male presence in a non-threatening way. The nude beauties slid into bed and began kissing. The slave stole nervous glances in my direction, but my wife worked to distract him. They kissed, sucked and played with each other for an hour. Robin relaxed and ignored me. I stripped out of my long white robes and got into bed with them and Robin instantly tensed up. But I didn't touch them. In fact I turned my back to them and went to sleep. They woke me a few times during the night with their gasps, giggles and shaking the bed. I pretended to sleep straight through the night. I woke at first light and admired the tangle of arms and legs on the other side of the bed. They slept soundly after their tiring night. My cock came to attention at the beautiful sight, but they were off-limits for now. I went for my bath. I was surprised when Thiyya and Robin entered the bathhouse a few minutes later. They were still naked and Robin blushed prettily when he saw me there. "Good morning," I greeted them cheerfully as I scrubbed my back. "You look happy." It was true. They absolutely glowed. Thiyya giggled. "We had a very good night," she replied as she began to skim the sweat from Robin's magnificent tits. Robin looked nervous that I was there, but started to use a skimmer on my wife's tits too. I rinsed and stepped out of the bath. As I toweled off, I gave them a good long look at my cock. Robin had to get comfortable with it. I left the bathhouse as they soaped each other. I heard Robin expel a sigh of relief as I went. Later I was at my desk going over some business records when Thiyya entered the room and hugged me from behind. I raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be training Robin?" I asked. "The poor dear is too tired," she answered. "I let him take a nap." I smiled. "You're becoming soft," I teased her. She sighed. "It's hard to be strict with him." I looked at her. "Are you falling for our new slave?' "It's impossible not to. He's so cute and eager to please!" She hugged me tighter. "Just wait until it's your turn with him; you'll see. He's irresistible!" The next night was the same as the first, except that Thiyya moved from Robin to me a few times to kiss me and play with my cock. The third night I fucked Thiyya while Robin uncomfortably watched. Thiyya lured him into kissing her while I pounded her pussy. The fourth night we were a true threesome. Thiyya tied Robin's arms and legs to the four posts of our bed, and tightened the ropes to make him immobile. She warmed him up with kisses on his lips, neck and nipples. Then she suckled his little cock slowly and softly. Robin moaned with lust and excitement. After several minutes, Robin's body was covered in sweat and he was desperate for sexual release. My wife expertly kept him close to the edge, but didn't push him into orgasm. When the timing was right, I dropped my robes, leaned over Robin, and licked one of his pink nipples. He immediately strained against the ropes and tried to get away. "No! Don't!" he yelled. I lifted from his tit and smacked him hard across the face with my open palm. "Quiet, slave," I commanded. I licked him again, but he screamed, "No!" and pushed me away. I was furious. "Refusing your master is a serious offense. You must be punished." Thiyya untied his legs and I his arms. Then I grabbed him dragged him face down over my knee. He was too afraid to struggle. My wife handed me a paddle. It whistled through the air before hitting Robin's fat ass cheeks. Robin yelped. "No, please, master!" "Silence!" I yelled. "Not one more word of insubordination or I'll do much worse than paddle you." Whack! The paddle smacked down again and Robin gasped, but he was smart enough to hold his tongue. The punishment continued for 10 strokes. At the finish, Robin sobbed uncontrollably and his butt was bright red. I tossed away the paddle and traced my finger-tips over the voluptuous curves of his ass. His skin was hot to my touch. "It's over, Robin," I assured him with a soft voice as my fingertips continued to soothe his pain. "You're okay; you're okay." I leaned forward and kissed the peak of one red ass-cheek, then the other. I pulled him upright and settled him into a seated position on my lap. He winced from the pain of his ass but didn't try to get away. I kissed away his tears. Robin closed his eyes and frowned but accepted my touch. "I don't enjoy punishing you, Robin," I explained. "You're a good boy and you're learning to be a good slave. But you must never ever refuse your master anything. Is that understood?" "Yes, master," he said softly. I stroked a finger across his lips and he shuddered. "Your old life is over, Robin. That cannot be changed. But I can help you make a fine new future, filled with luxury and pleasure. I promise. You have but to trust me." I turned his chin and looked deep into his eyes. We were only an inch apart. "Prove that you are ready to move ahead without punishment, Robin. Kiss me." Robin hesitated once, twice, but then gave me a quick peck on the lips. I was overjoyed. Thiyya leaned in and gave Robin a real kiss. "Such a wonderful boy," she praised him. I put Robin on the bed again, but this time we didn't tie him to the bedposts. Thiyya sucked his tiny wiener into her mouth and I licked his nipple. At first Robin flinched away from my touch, but once caught up in passion he accepted my attention as readily as Thiyya's. We caressed and licked him all over, although I carefully avoided his cock and he stayed clear of mine. He squirmed and gasped under our onslaught. I kissed his luscious lips until he learned to kiss back with abandon and suck my tongue with enthusiasm, just as he did for Thiyya. Thiyya jerked and sucked his tiny cock to multiple orgasms, which rewarded and reinforced his willing compliance with anything we demanded. Our threesomes continued for a week, but I was careful not to try too much or push Robin too far. Thiyya decided when he was ready for the next stage of his training. I slipped into bed and caressed Robin's leg. He looked around and asked, "Where's Thiyya?" I pulled him against me and kissed him. "She's busy tonight. We don't need her to enjoy ourselves." Before he could respond I kissed him again and pinched his big nipples between my fingers and thumbs. "Ugh," he grunted, but he didn't try to get away from me. I moved my mouth to the side of his neck, bit him there and continued to pinch and squeeze his sensitive nipples. Robin squirmed under my assault. "Master!" he gasped in pain, but still didn't try to get away from me. Good. I rolled on top of him and sucked a nipple into my hungry mouth. His fat tits were works of art and I couldn't get enough of them. My tongue slurped all over his big mounds and they became slick. His nipples were rock-hard and he breathed so hard that his chest rose and fell dramatically. I swirled my tongue around both nipples then asked, "Do you like that?" Robin blushed furiously, but he admitted, "Yes master." His head was turned to the side to avoid my eyes. I grabbed his chin and forced him to look at me. I grinned and said, "Don't be embarrassed, Robin. You're supposed to like it." I kissed him softly for a few minutes. When I broke the kiss his eyes were unfocused and there was a smile on his face. "Always look your lover in his eyes, Robin. Do you understand?" Robin swallowed hard, but the smile didn't fully leave his mouth. "Y- yes master," he whispered as he stared into my eyes. "Good slave," I praised him, and I quickly kissed him again. Then I crawled up his body and stuck my cock in his face. "Get it wet, Robin." Robin hesitated, "Master?" It was the first time I'd asked him to touch my cock. "Lick it and take it in your mouth, Robin," I explained. In a stern voice I added, "Do it now, slave, or I'll whip you." Robin's face paled and he trembled, but his tongue snaked out of his mouth and he timidly gave my cock a lick. "Do it like you mean it!" I roared. "Lick it hard, with your whole tongue and not just the tip." Robin complied. "Good," I praised him. "Now into your mouth." Robin trembled so hard he shook, but he opened his mouth and sucked my dick. "Keep your eyes on mine, Robin!" His eyes immediately locked on mine like the obedient slave he was. "Smile!" I commanded. "Show me you like it or I'll whip your ass raw!" Fear darted across Robin's face, but he quickly replaced it with a rather wooden expression of excitement. "Better." I pulled my cock from his lips and Robin desperately tired to follow it. With a chuckle I pressed his boobs together and slid my spit-slick cock between them. They were still wet from my licking earlier and it felt terrific. "Ahh, your tits are heaven, Robin." He blushed again, but a hint of pride was on his face too. I tweaked his nipples with my thumbs and he purred. My cock poked out from the top of his tits on my in-strokes. Robin surprised me by licking the tip of my cock each time it appeared. It looked so playful that I laughed. A few more strokes and I shot a load of spunk all over his face. I got another surprise when Robin used his fingers to collect my cum and put it in his mouth. His eyes held mine as he swallowed it. I could tell he didn't like it but he smiled and licked his fat lips slowly. Robin was a natural. "Such a good slave," I murmured as I laid beside him and kissed him. I didn't like the taste of my own cum, but I knew that the Prince wouldn't hesitate to kiss a cummy mouth. Our tongues dueled. Following a few minutes of kisses, I grasped one of Robin's hands and moved it to my stiffening cock. His fingers slowly closed around me and I encouraged him to stroke it. Robin's soft hand did a good job on my cock as we continued to kiss. I took a container of grease from the nightstand and scooped a glob onto my fingers. I reached around Robin and nudged my slick fingers into his ass. His body went tense and he looked at me in fear. "Please, master. Not that!" he pleaded. He could see where this was headed. Buggery was common in the English navy. "Hush," I replied. Two fingers worked into his ass to the first knuckle. Then to the second. Robin grunted, "Arrgh! Please, master! No!" "Quiet," I commanded. "You know better than to refuse me." Then I stoppered his mouth with a kiss. I jammed a third finger into his ass and worked them in an out, greasing his tight butt. Robin groaned around my tongue in his mouth. I rolled onto my back and pulled Robin on top of me. I positioned his ass over my hard cock. I looked him in the eyes and said, "Do it, Robin and your life in my house will be unending joy and pleasure. Refuse this and I will make your life a living Hell. I'll use a searing hot iron to brand your fat ass. I'll cane you every day. I'll chain you naked on the street and let anyone use you as they wish." Robin trembled again and looked like he might cry. He grimaced, bit his lower lip and slowly let his weight slowly descend onto my cock. My cock entered his greased tight hole smoothly. When it was about half-way in, I bucked my body and slammed the rest in all at once. Robin yelped and pulled away, but I grabbed him and yanked him back down onto my cock. I bounced him back up, then yanked him back down again. "Ride me, Robin! Bounce on my cock!" I held his arms so he couldn't get away. Robin obediently followed orders and tried to match my thrusting rhythm. I gradually moved less and less, and Robin rode up and down my prick on his own. Sweat glistened on his skin, discomfort showed on his face, and his breath came in gasps and grunts. "Look at me, Robin. Always hold your lover's eyes!" He did. "Good. Do you see how much I'm enjoying this? Be proud! You are making me very happy with your wonderful plush ass. Now smile! Giving pleasure is pleasure! Enjoy yourself." Robin forced a smile. "Yes, master." "Squeeze me on every down-stroke!" I ordered. He did and it felt great. "Excellent. Do you feel it Robin? Do you feel how hot and hard my cock is in you?" "Yes, master!" He continued to slide up and down. "Now move faster, Robin," I said. "I'm almost there." I released his arms and grabbed his ass to urge a faster pace. Robin put his hands on my shoulders and quickly rocked back and forth on me. His ass squeezed me tighter and my body went stiff. Cum rocketed up my shaft and deep into him. Robin slumped onto my chest and I held him there as my cock slowly deflated in the tight grip of his ass. A few tears ran down his face. I gently wiped them away. "Don't cry, little one," I murmured. "Your sexual abilities will be your fortune. Be proud of what you are." I eased him off me, and laid him by my side. He fell asleep still wrapped in my arms. Robin became my nearly constant companion. We were only apart during the two hours each day when Thiyya continued his lessons in the skills of a good love slave. I didn't have to teach Robin obedience; it came to him naturally, maybe as a result of his early navy training. But I did teach him how to anticipate his master's wants. He was an excellent student and I never had to discipline him again. The third night we spent alone together was a breakthrough. Robin was on his back, ankles on my shoulders. My weight pinned him to the bed and he was bent in half with his knees nearly touching his own shoulders. Thank goodness for Thiyya's flexibility exercises! It was our first time in the missionary position. His bent position presented his ass high enough for me to skewer it with my cock. I leaned all my weight on him and embedded myself to the hilt. His tiny cock and balls were squeezed between our bodies. Robin groaned. I kissed him, then kept kissing him as I very slowly pistoned my cock in and out. My motions rubbed his cock as I fucked him. I continued for several long minutes. Robin's body stirred beneath me. He could barely move because of my weight, but his pelvis and legs strained to move in time to the motions of my cock. I kept my lips locked on his and picked up the tempo of our fucking. Soon I approached my peak and I could tell that Robin felt it too. His arms wrapped around my neck and his kiss became hungry. The movement of his lower body became frantic. I came and that triggered Robin's too. "Oh!" Robin gasped and his whole body spasmed. Thin streams of cum spurted from his tiny cock and spread between our sweating bodies. Robin broke our kiss and looked mortified. "I'm sorry, master!" he wailed. He tried to wipe it off from between us. "Please, master. I didn't mean to!" I laughed. "Calm down, Robin. I'm not mad." My cock stopped throbbing and I rolled my weight off him. Robin moaned as he straightened his legs. I embraced him. "I'm glad you came. It shows that you enjoyed it, and that's exciting for me too." Robin was like a limp noodle in my arms. "Really, master?" "Yes, really. I want you to try to come every time I fuck your ass. Do you understand?" Robin shuddered. "Yes, master. I'll try." I licked his neck. "Getting off feels good, doesn't it?" "Y-yes, master." After that our nights alone in my bed were a joy. Robin took my cock in his mouth and ass with willingness that bordered on enthusiasm. By accepting his fate as a love slave, his life became easy and enjoyable. He was fed well, exercised, bathed, pleasured and generally pampered. My home was very comfortable, and my bed was surely the largest and softest he'd ever experienced. It was a quality of life that he could never have imagined as a poor and hungry boy in England. My wife teased me about how Robin had replaced her in my bed, but we both knew that Robin needed constant attention from a man at this stage in his training. "Didn't I tell you he's irresistible?" she taunted me. "You better be nice to me or I let him take your place permanently," I threatened her. She just laughed. Thiyya didn't mind sleeping alone for now because she knew that Robin wouldn't be in our house much longer. He was destined to live in the royal palace. I taught Robin how to behave in public and took him with me on my business around the city. His rare blond hair and extremely curvy body drew the lust of every man who crossed his path. He wore only his usual revealing harem-girl outfit. Robin was terribly intimidated by the attention and clung to me. In crowded situations when men pressed closely around us, he literally shook with fear. Robin was right to fear the men of the city. His hair and lush tits and ass made Robin a prize of immense value. Only my status and reputation in the city prevented others from stealing him from me. One day in the marketplace I spotted the prince. He browsed disinterestedly through the stalls with two bodyguards in tow. He knew me well so I approached him. "Prince, may I introduce a rare jewel? This is my slave Robin." The Prince smiled politely. "Her hair is beautiful," he commented. I moved closer to the Prince and whispered in his ear, "She is actually a he, sire. And as skilled a love slave as any in the land." The Prince's royal jaw dropped. He whispered back to me. "No. That cannot be a boy." "I assure you he is, my Prince," I replied softly. "His little prick spurts lustily every time I stick mine in his ass." The Prince's eyes grew huge and his face got red, but he didn't know what to say. "I fear that Robin is too valuable a treasure to be owned by a humble man such as myself," I told the Prince. "Surely he belongs in the palace with royalty." The Prince smiled. He knew a sales pitch when he heard one. "If what you say is true, I am interested. Consider your price and let me know." He turned and left me there. Visions of piles of gold danced in my mind. Robin fed me another date, which I chewed happily. The sweet fruits are delicious. We were alone in a room deep inside my house. I reclined on soft pillows and Robin knelt by my side. "Master, may I ask you a question?" Robin asked. "You already have, Robin," I smiled. "What do you want to know?" "Are you going to sell me to the Prince?" Ahh. I sat up and faced him directly. "That's what we trained you for, Robin. If the Prince agrees to my price, I will sell you." Tears swelled in Robin's eyes, but he was too self-disciplined to argue with me. I wiped the tears away. "Don't cry. The palace will be a spectacular place to live and the Prince is a kind and gentle young man." "But I want to stay here with you, master," Robin sobbed. "Please don't make me go." I hugged him. "I would love to keep you, Robin, but I have to think about my future. I'm not a young man and I have no children to look after me in my old age. So I must gather as much wealth as I can while I'm still able." I paused and held Robin at arm's length. "You are worth a great deal of gold, Robin. You see, the Prince likes boys. Very few people know this. To protect his reputation and maintain his status as our future ruler, he has to keep the company of women. That is why you are priceless to him. The world sees you as a beautiful woman, but in private you can be the Prince's male lover. You are the solution to his problem." Robin was obviously dejected. "Yes, master. I understand." He was morose and weepy the rest of the day, but I let him be. This was no time for punishment. When I pulled Robin into bed that night he burst into tears again. I just held him close until we both slept. In the morning I woke Robin with little kisses. He kissed me back and we cuddled for a few minutes. "Robin," I asked, "did I not save you at slave market? You were headed for the salt mines and an early death before I intervened." "Yes, master," Robin quietly answered. "Did not Thiyya transform you into a thing of beauty and train you in all the ways of love?' "Yes, master." I took his little prick between my fingers and rubbed it. "Did I not pleasure you night after night here in my bed? Did I not bring you to ecstasy countless times?" Robin squirmed as his tiny dick got hard. "Yes master. You did." "I've tried to be a good master to you, Robin, but now my fate is in your hands. If you go to the Prince sad and tearful, I will be ruined. He will be humiliated that you're rejecting him and he will take it out on me. He will take back his gold, take Thiyya and my dancers, and even take this house. I will be a beggar on the streets, or I may be sent to the salt mines." Robin stared at me in shock. "No, master! He can't do that!" I moved my hands to his tits and played with his nipples. They quickly extended and grew rigid. "He can and he will. If you go to him unhappy and reluctant, I am ruined. If you go to him as the exciting, energetic and loving slave that I know you really are ... then I am saved. The tables are turned and I rely on you to save me." "Oh, master," Robin cried as he threw his arms around my neck. "I'm sorry for the way I've acted, but you can count on me. I-I'll be the best slave ever and make the Prince happy!" We kissed and then we made love for the last time. Hours later I walked through the streets with a goddess on my arm. Robin's blond hair was all in tight curls with two long gold ribbons tied in at the sides. His skin was oiled and glistened in the sunlight, which was important because almost all of his skin was on display. Robin's magnificent tits were bare and bobbled as he walked. A white skirt was his only garment. It was long and tight and see-through everywhere except at the critical area between his legs. A golden collar surrounded Robin's neck. A small gold ring on the front of the collar attached to a thin gold chain. I proudly held the end of the chain. Robin was gorgeous and on display as never before. His cheeks glowed pink, but he kept his chin up and a smile on his face. He moved with a sensuous grace and confidence. A growing crowd followed us to the palace. On the steps of the palace we stopped and turned to face the people. Robin glanced at me and stuck his chest out more. I said in a loud voice to the crowd, "Today I present this priceless treasure to our Prince. Long may he reign with such a beautiful love slave by his side." The crowd cheered and we turned to enter the palace. We were led to the Prince's chamber and we found him there alone. "Truly a beautiful creature," the Prince said as he eyed Robin suspiciously. "I do not believe your claim about her true nature." I untied Robin's skirt and let it fall to puddle at his feet. His tiny cock and balls were exposed for the Prince. "You can trust me, your Highness," I said and gave him a bow. The Prince stared at Robin's groin then looked at me. "I see that I can. I trust that we will keep this secret forever?" "Yes, your Highness," I answered. I stepped forward and handed Robin's chain to the Prince. Robin knelt before his new master and the Prince dismissed me, "A chest of gold is on its way to your house, and if there is anything I can ever do for you just ask. Now if you will excuse us, I want to get to know my new slave." I bowed, then left. It took every ounce of my self-control to not race back in there and beg the Prince to give Robin back. --- CHAPTER 2 - THE PRINCE I watched Tariq go, then let my eyes wander over the lush curves of the slave's body. "Where," I asked, "in the name of Allah did Tariq find a creature as magnificent as you?" "I was an English sailor, my Prince," Robin answered. "Tariq's wife is a witch whose elixir changed me to look this way." "The Izza Elixir!" I exclaimed. I thought it was just a legend. "Yes, master. That's what they called it." "I did not know that Thiyya was a witch," I said as I took off my robes, "but I'm grateful that she is." I put my stiffening cock to his lips and Robin sucked it in. My fingers kneaded his scalp as the slave fondled my balls. A single slim finger found my asshole and pushed. "Stop!" I commanded. "What a naughty little thing you are." I lifted him and sat him on the edge of the bed. I knelt before him and took his foot in my hand. I kissed it, ran my tongue along the arch, and sucked each toe in turn. Robin's breath became heavy and he shivered with delight. I pressed kisses from his ankle up his lovely leg to his inner thigh. His cock was tiny but adorable; like a jewel. I sucked it into my mouth and he gasped. Much later, Robin sucked furiously on my long slim cock as I tried to match his actions on his tiny dick. My hips jerked and I shot my load down his throat just as his spurts in my own mouth. It was the third time in our first hours together that we brought each other to simultaneous orgasm. Robin turned head to toe, put his arms around my neck and kissed me. Our cum-slick tongues danced joyously. He broke the kiss and asked me, "Are you happy with your purchase, master?" "Ecstatic," I truthfully replied. "You are the wonder of our age, Robin. Are you happy to be mine?" "Yes, my Prince," Robin replied matter-of-factly. "Tariq said you would shower me with gold, jewels, the finest silks, and the best food. Is that true?" "All that and more will be yours if you keep me happy, slave," I answered. Robin grinned. "I will do my best, master." I gave Robin rich silks for making more clothes, piles of jewelry loaded with exquisite gems, and only the finest of fruits and meats to eat. But the gift that Robin appreciated most was Oma, a slave girl. She became my love slave's personal attendant, and the only person in the palace who knew Robin's secret apart from me. Oma was 5'1", three inches shorter than my Robin, and dusky skinned in comparison to my pale lover. She had a cute face and a tight little body with small breasts and a perky butt. Her most striking feature was her long straight black hair, which she normally kept braided in a pony-tail that reached mid-way down her back. She was 14 years old, one year younger than Robin. Robin didn't know what to make of Oma at first. He was trained to take care of himself and was used to serving others not being served himself. To her credit, Oma quickly sized up the situation and took control. She was a slave from birth and knew exactly how to serve Robin, even without any orders from Robin himself. Soon it was difficult to tell who was master and who the slave between them. Oma did all the work, but she also told Robin how and when things were done. Robin accepted the younger girl's guidance and orders meekly. He's a hopeless natural submissive, which delights me no end. My days and nights were filled with bliss as I enjoyed my new slave. I pushed my tongue into his navel and wiggled it about. "Ahhh!" Robin gasped. I turned Robin onto his stomach and sat on his butt. My royal hands smoothed in lazy movements over his shoulders and back. Robin was practically purring. I leaned forward to lick the nape of his neck. My tongue trailed down his spine and he gasped. I left my perch on his ass and scooted lower as my tongue continued its wet path down the curve of his spine. I kneaded the perfectly matched globes of his posterior and his hips rolled in response. Robin pulled his knees up under him and his ass rose into the air. It waggled at me mischievously. "It wants you," Robin giggled. Months passed. My initial flame of lust for Robin dimmed, but it was replaced by something deeper. My fingers traced up and down Robin's tight, flat stomach. The naked slave reclined next to me in my bed. I thought about how Robin perfectly matched my needs. He was a magnificent creature and I knew I'd never find anyone else half so beguiling. "Do you love me, Robin?" I asked. The question startled the slave, and he didn't answer directly. "I - I am my prince's obedient slave. I will do anything for you." "Anything?" "Yes, master. Anything without question," Robin replied earnestly. "Then marry me, Robin. You are the perfect mate for me, and it is not unheard of for royalty to marry a lovely slave." Robin was stunned. He sat up in bed and stared at me. "Master ... I ... I don't ..." I interrupted. "You said you'd do anything for me, Robin. Did you mean it?" Robin's face blushed red and he trembled visibly. "Yes, master, I did," he assured me. He paused for a long moment then added, "I will be proud to marry you, my Prince." I tackled him and joyfully sucked his tiny cock until he spurted cum down my throat. The traditional Moorish wedding dress is an elaborate affair that covers the bride nearly from head to toe. It would be a sin for Robin to wear so many clothes, so with the help of the best seamstress in Tripoli I devised something unique for my bride. I couldn't wait to see Robin in it, so I went to his room before the wedding. His slave Oma gasped when I walked in and said, "It is very bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the ceremony, my Prince!" "Rules don't apply to me," I told her. "Leave us for a few minutes. I want to be alone with my wife-to-be." The girl skittered out of the room. Robin stood and turned a full circle for me. "Do you like it, master?" he asked. "You're gorgeous," I said with lust in my voice. "The outfit is better than I could've hoped." Robin smiled shyly. "My husband-to-be has a true talent for clothing design, although the back is a little skimpy." He turned his back to me again, looked over his shoulder with a smile and wiggled his ass at me. His back and butt were naked save for a few thin straps, just as I'd planned. Robin's wedding outfit was a dazzling array of diamonds and gold. Diaphanous white silk formed a veil that covered the lower half of his face but did nothing to hide his beauty. As usual, Robin wore a strapless bra-top, but this one was made of tiny diamonds that totally covered the same diaphanous white silk as the veil. His pink nipples winked through the thin material and jewels. Robin's mid-section was bare except for a large diamond piercing his belly button. Thong panties woven from pure gold thread hid my lover's precious little cock. Over the thong, a gold chain hung low on Robin's hips. Long strands of tiny diamonds affixed to thin gold chains dangled from the chain around his hips. This "skirt" of gold and diamond strands nearly reached the floor, but only on his front side. His pink bum- cheeks were bare except for the thong strap wedged between them. Gold sandals with diamond-covered straps decorated Robin's feet. Robin stepped toward me and the diamond strands parted for his long sleek legs. I closed the distance between us and kissed him hard. I hugged him tight and begged him, "Tell me you love me. Tell me you're not only marrying me because I own you." Robin's face went red and he looked down. "Master," he began. I stopped him. "Call me Atbir. It is my name and means 'dove.' We both have bird names, Robin." Robin looked up and smiled but his face was still red with embarrassment. "A-Atbir, you are a kind and generous master. I am willing to devote the rest of my life to being your wife. Please don't ask for more." I was disappointed but that was my own fault. I shouldn't have asked. I kissed Robin softly and cupped his plump ass in my hands. Suddenly there were loud noises in the hall and my personal guards burst into the room. "Pardon the intrusion your Highness, but we have a serious problem. Delegations from other cities who are here for your wedding have drawn swords and are attempting to take the palace." My guards barricaded the doors to Robin's room and we waited. Screams echoed throughout the palace. I found a black cloak and wrapped Robin in it. It was long and hooded, and it hid his beauty completely. I shuddered to think what would happen to him if he fell into the raiders' hands. Something heavy thudded against the doors. My enemies smashed their way through and we tried to repel them with our swords. But no matter how many we slayed, more poured through the doors to take up the fight. An attacker's sword sliced open my belly and I crumpled to my knees. Robin yelled, "Master!" and tried to come to my aid. My attacker swung his sword at him, he jumped back out of reach, but tripped and fell out an open window. "Atbir!" he screamed as he fell out of sight. --- CHAPTER 3 - THE CAPTAIN I met Robin when my ship was in the Atlantic, about ten miles off the coast of north Africa, east of Casablanca. We were a merchant vessel, bound for Brazil with a load of cargo from France and Spain. My crew and I are Portuguese. "Small boat off the port side!" an eagle-eyed member of the crew yelled. I looked. There was indeed a small boat drifting there. Usually I would ignore something like that, but we were ahead of schedule and I was in a good mood. "Furl the sails and bring the ship about," I ordered. We were surprised to find a beautiful girl laying the bottom of the drifting boat. She was unconscious. Her Moorish harem-girl outfit was studded with diamonds that sparkled as she was lifted on board. I was the captain of my ship, but I was also all we had in the way of medical help. Our crew was too small to include a doctor. The girl was brought to my cabin, then I sent the curious and lustful crew back on deck to get us underway. I closed my door to keep them out. A wet cloth on her forehead and some drops of water in her mouth were enough to bring her around, thank God. "Water," she wheezed. I gave her plenty of water and some fruit to eat. Robin told me her name, then the story of how she came to be floating in the Atlantic in a small boat. She was in the palace in Tripoli when it was attacked. During the fight she tripped and fell out a window. Luckily she was only on the second floor and was uninjured. She wrapped a cloak around herself and ran through a city in chaos. Her master was dead and she didn't want to be sold to another, so she made her way out of the city and west along the coastline. She found a small boat in a fishing village and traded some diamonds from her clothing for it. She sailed out into the Mediterranean, hoping to sail north to Italy or France. Before she could get far, a huge storm came up. For six days and nights the storm lashed her little boat and she struggled to keep it afloat. The gale winds blew her far eastward. The storm finally ended but the sails were ruined and she was very weak. She drifted for two more days then passed out. The next thing she knew she was in my cabin. "But why were you in Tripoli?" I asked. She was obviously English. "And why are you in that ... amazing costume?" Robin blushed red and hung her head. "I'm embarrassed to tell my story, but you've saved my life and I owe you a full explanation. Believe it or not, I was born a man and served in the British navy. Our ship was captured by Barbary Coast pirates and the entire crew sold as slaves in Tripoli. I was bought by a man named Tariq. His wife was a witch, and she fed me a magic elixir. It turned me into a girl." I frowned. "Come on. You're pulling my leg. What's the real story?" "I can prove that I'm really a man," Robin said. She stood and pushed down her golden thong. Out popped a tiny cock and balls. My mouth dropped open. "Unbelievable!" I exclaimed. "A witch did this to you?" Robin pulled her panties back up as she nodded yes. "They changed me and ... trained me ... then sold me to the Prince," she said. Tears pooled in her eyes and ran down her cheeks. "The Prince wanted to marry me. That's why I'm dressed like this. It's my wedding dress." My head spun. This was too much to take in all at once. "Wedding? You were going to marry the Prince of Tripoli? Even though you're ..." Tears continued to flow down Robin's cheeks. "He likes boys. Or he liked boys; he's dead." She broke down in sobs. I stared at the diamond-encrusted outfit and the beautiful body that it fit so well. The story was wildly implausible but I was forced to believe. "I believe you," I told her. "The diamonds on that outfit will pay for your passage to Brazil. Unfortunately we have no cabins for passengers. Unless you want to sleep with the entire crew, you'll have to share my cabin with me." Robin dried her eyes and said, "Yes, thank you." "Don't thank me yet," I replied. "You are still a slave. Running away doesn't make you free. I am now your master and you will be sold when we reach Brazil." "No, captain! Please don't!" "It's decided and I won't change my mind. If you cause me the slightest bit of trouble I'll let every man onboard fuck your ass. Do you understand?" Robin hung her head. "Yes, master," she said in a tiny voice. I let Robin rest in my cabin for the next 24 hours. I told the cook to give her all the food she wanted. Mostly she just slept and ate. The next day Robin looked and acted much better. I took her on deck with me. A steady breeze filled the sails and the ship made excellent time. The sun shone and the sea was calm. It was all a sailor could hope for. One of the crew spotted Robin and yelled, "Three cheers for our good luck charm! With her onboard we'll make record time to Brazil! Hip hip ..." "Hurrah!" the entire crew yelled in unison. "Hip hip ... hurrah! Hip hip ... hurrah!" "The men think you're good luck," I explained to the bewildered Robin. "We've had perfect sailing weather since you came aboard." Robin smiled. "I'm glad I'm good luck for something, if not for myself." Most of the men gathered near us on deck and stared at the beautiful Robin. She looked to me for assistance and I ordered, "Get back to work, men. You're making our guest nervous." The men chuckled and one said, "Can I polish them diamonds for you miss? You don't have to take them off. I can rub them up as they are!" The crew laughed and other men made wisecracks about Robin too. But they went back to work and I didn't discipline them. Robin seemed almost wistful as she watched the crew go about their duties. "Do you miss the navy?" I asked softly so nobody else could hear. Robin shrugged. She answered in an equally soft voice, "I come from a poor family, and the navy gave me three meals a day, a place to sleep, and a few coins to spend when in port. I thank them for that. But I was the lowest of deckhands and the work was hard and sometimes dangerous. I don't miss it." She stayed with me while I stood my watch on deck. The men constantly stared at her and sometimes laughed among themselves, but they kept their distance as long as she stayed by my side. Robin's outfit sparkled in the sunlight and reflected points of light all over the ship. The men enjoyed that. When my watch ended I returned to my cabin with Robin. I had no pressing administrative duties to tend to, so I decided to play with my slave. "Do you know how to dance like a harem girl, Robin?" I asked. She nodded. "Answer me correctly, slave," I reminded her of her place. "Yes, master," she answered. "I can dance." "Good. Dance for me and strip off those clothes," I ordered. Robin raised her arms overhead and shook her hips. Her abs flexed and her breasts shook. She turned and bounced her ass around. Her torso undulated like a snake. The moves were intricate and sexy as hell. Even without music it was beautiful. She pulled her bra-top off over his head and tossed it to me. Then she shimmied her hips as she slowly pushed down her thong. It dropped to her feet and she kicked it to me. Robin stood before me naked and still as a statue. I patted my knee. "Come sit." She sensuously crossed the room and eased onto my lap. I rubbed her nipples and they quickly stiffened. I kissed her for a long time while playing with her big tits. Robin's breathing became faster and her hands caressed my shoulders and head. "Go bend over the side of my bed," I ordered. Robin hopped off my lap. By the side of the bed she spread her legs and bent over. Her ass was high the air. I greased her bum-hole and my cock, then pushed my way inside. She was nicely tight and warm. I worked harder and faster. Robin pushed back to meet my strokes and squeezed my cock on every out-stroke. I moved my hands from her hips to tits and pinched her big stiff nipples. Robin groaned and shot cum on my bedsheets. I laughed at her responsiveness and pounded her ass even harder. In a few more minutes I filled her ass with my hot spunk. Our good luck with the weather continued for the next few days. The men greeted Robin with cheers whenever she went on deck. They also became bolder with their wisecracks and lewd comments. They ventured closer to us while we were on deck and spent hours just staring. I didn't like it. In contrast, the time we spent in my cabin was delightful. Robin responded to all my instructions quickly and with at least feigned enthusiasm. The sex wasn't the only good thing. I enjoyed talking to her. I got her to tell detailed stories about her time in Tripoli. She didn't like to talk about sexual experiences with her previous masters, but I found that I could loosen her tongue by playing with her little dick. When excited she spilled the beans on everything she'd done. Those stories always ended with us reenacting the best parts in glorious mind-blowing bouts of sex. I wondered if Robin made things up just to act them out later with me. Once, Robin told me about the day Tariq sold her to the Prince. "So, did you love Tariq?" I asked. Robin gave me a puzzled look. "Don't be silly. He was just my master, I didn't love him." "You just told me that you begged him to keep you, then paraded through the streets of Tripoli nearly naked to save him. Isn't that love?" "No, I owed him my life and I suppose I respected him. I couldn't love him," Robin denied. "Do you still think about him?" I asked. From the way Robin spoke about him, I knew she did. "Yes," she admitted with a small voice. "Often?" Robin paused, not wanting to admit it. "Yes." Tears welled in her eyes. I looked at her for a minute then said quietly, "It's terrible what men do for money." Then I went out on deck for some fresh air. Our cargo included two chests of fancy dress gowns bound for one of the wealthiest families in Brazil. I looked through the gowns and found one that, to my untrained eye, was about Robin's size. It was yellow silk with a low-cut bodice, narrow waist, and a very full skirt. I also found a corset and the petticoat needed to go along with the gown. Robin was lounging in my bed. She sat up when I entered. I handed her the gown and undergarments in a stack. "What's this?" she asked. "A proper gown for a beautiful young lady," I replied. Robin's face turned beet red. "I-I've never worn a gown, and I'm no lady." "You can't continue to wear that scandalous harem-girl outfit on deck. You drive the men insane with lust." Robin's eyes widened. "I don't even know how to put this on." I grinned. "I'll help you. I've undressed enough ladies to know the basics. But first you need a bath." My servant filled my metal soaking tub with hot water. The tub was my largest indulgence at sea. Robin eased herself into the steaming water, then I dripped in a little perfume that was also part of our cargo. Robin began to wash herself, but that wasn't what I had in mind. I took the soap and washcloth and gave her a light scrubbing from head to toe. I paid special attention to Robin's tiny cock and to her tits, and her nipples grew rigid. Robin rose from the tub and I patted her pink skin dry. Robin took a few minutes to fix her hair and make-up. Another drop of perfume between her lovely breasts and she was ready to dress. We started with the corset. It was white silk with elaborate embroidery and boned for strength. It laced in the back. The corset was cut straight across the top, which exposed the tops of Robin's breasts. The tightness of the corset pushed her big round orbs up and squeezed them into an even fuller round shape. I pulled the laces tighter and tighter until Robin complained that she couldn't breath. Two more big tugs on the laces and I tied them off. I stepped back to admire my handiwork. The corset squeezed Robin's waist down to a tiny diameter and highlighted her big boobs in a fantastic way. "Please, master," Robin whined as she tried to pull the corset up to better cover her nipples, "does this really have to be so tight?" I chuckled. "That's how corsets are worn, Robin. Get used to it." The petticoat was much easier to get on. It fit snugly up top, and left the tops of her tits exposed, but was loosed and full around his legs. Then Robin stepped into the silk gown and we pulled it up over her body. It was a wonderful fit. The low-cut bodice barely covered the corset, and fit snugly around her middle. The skin of her chest and the swell of her breasts looked terrific framed by all that fancy embroidery. Long sleeves covered her arms. The skirt was very full and held out somewhat by her petticoat. The gown may have been meant to be worn with more petticoats or even hoops under the skirt, but the weather was hot and I didn't want Robin to pass out from wearing too heavy clothes. Robin looked down at the gown and blushed red again. No doubt the lush femininity of the dress distressed her. I thought it was beautiful. "Turn in a circle for me, Robin. Slowly," I ordered. She was a vision of loveliness. It needed just one thing to complete the picture. I fastened a fancy jeweled choker around Robin's neck. The diamonds sparkled and Robin touched them timidly. "You're beautiful, Robin. You look as fine as any lord's lady in the world." I meant every word. Robin's voice shook as she stared at herself in the mirror. "But I'm not a lady and I shouldn't wear such things." "Nonsense. You're the lady of my ship." I slipped high-heeled boots on her feet. Robin frowned. "A lady now, but when we reach Brazil you'll sell me as a common slave." I shrugged. "Not so common, Robin. You'll fetch a pot of gold." Robin fumed. I saw disgust and frustration on her face. "Getting mad won't help. You're a slave and a slave you will remain. I'd keep you onboard as my own, but the crew would eventually want a turn with you and that could only lead to trouble," I explained. "So smile my lady, and enjoy the good life while it lasts." I led Robin from my cabin out onto deck. The men were appropriately appreciative of Robin's beauty and grace. They bowed and doffed their caps when she walked by. Every eye followed the rise and fall of Robin's magnificent bosom as she breathed, but nobody said anything inappropriate. In her harem-girl outfit, Robin was sexy and wanton. The crew leered and made crude comments. But put Robin in a gown and the men treated her as the proper lady that she appeared to be. That evening at dinner in my cabin, Robin began quietly crying. I knelt by her chair and asked, "What's wrong, Robin?" "This dress," she sobbed. "It makes me feel like such a ... girl. But I'm not. I'm not a girl! I want my life back. I don't want to be a girl or a slave." Robin stopped for a moment, then implored me, "Please don't sell me as a slave in Brazil! I'll do anything you want, but please don't sell me!" I frowned. Why was she making this so hard for me? "Robin, you are a slave. A valuable slave. I cannot change that. You must be sold." On a sudden impulse I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the bed, face down. I threw her gown and petticoat up over her head, exposing her bare ass. Then I held her down with one hand while I spanked her ass hard with the other. Robin yelped and wailed. "Quiet!" I thundered, "Or I'll get a whip and carve your butt into a bloody mass of raw meat! I don't want to 'mar the merchandise' but I'll do it if you keep up this nonsense. Now be silent and take your punishment like the good slave you are." I continued to spank her with my bare hand, and Robin took it quietly, only sobbing softly. After twenty smacks her pert ass glowed a fiery red and I stopped. Thunder rumbled overhead and a strong breeze rocked the ship. I left Robin there to go on deck to check the weather. The storm came up suddenly and within a hour the seas were mountainous and the winds howled. Our sails were all furled but the storm played with the ship like a toy. My ship is a serviceable vessel, but old. Dangerously old. The pounding from the storm opened seams in the hull and we took on frightening amounts of water. All hands manned the pumps and we tried to make repairs where we could. Just three hours after I spanked Robin we were in a desperate situation. The ship's hold was filling with water and we rode too low in the water. Large waves broke over the deck and the ship could break up any minute. "Get everyone on deck!" I yelled to my second in command over the loud howl of the wind. "We have to