Now Veronica could feel his breathing against her exposed thighs, her gown’s many layers gathered at her waist, his rough hands now running up her inner thighs.  Then she remembered!  “Well,” said Jorvak, “My Lady is a minx, I see.  How naughty of a proper young woman so beautiful, learned, and curvaceous as yourself to carry so lethal a weapon in such a…  secret place.”  He pulled the knife ever so slowly from between her tingling skin and the garter at her left thigh.  It came away from her flesh, and the following quiet made her fear this man even more.  He looked her in the eyes again, holding the blade in his large fingers.  “I shall have to show My Lady what such a weapon is truly useful for.”

With great speed his slashed forward, cutting the ribbons that bound the front of her dress, pulling open the thick outer materials revealing the cotton shift beneath.  He cut at the layers beneath, slicing away at the petticoats and garments about her waist, tearing free what he could not cut.  She soon realized that with her skirt up about her waist and her stockings reaching only to her garters, she was naked from thigh to abdomen.  Jorvak stabbed the blade into the post next to her right hand, just out of reach.  He grabbed for her neckline and pulled it down, freeing her large milky breasts.  Veronica screamed only once.  The air cooled her hot sweaty skin and her nipples quickly hardened.  She looked away, feeling her cheeks flush with color, squeezing her eyes shut against what lay ahead. 
 “My Lady, despite your apparent attempt to kill me and my crew, I must admit – you are a strikingly beautiful young woman.”  Veronica thought back to the dreams she had of the Sultan, the late night fantasies of being in the harem and made love to in decadent ways in a land of beauty.  Still, she could only guess what was in store for her at the hands of this rogue as he spoke to her.  Despite the fear and panic of the truth of sex and her completely hopeless situation, she shivered in anticipation.  Jorvak was now squeezing her large breasts, running his fingertips and tongue over the soft pink skin, a trail of saliva running from one swollen mound to the other.  Veronica whimpered a protest against the sensuous attack and shivered despite her rigid stance.  “Mmm, you are, I’d say, about eighteen years of age, of a noble house, and,” and Jorvak bit her erect nipple lightly as he kneaded her breast, “your mother was quite the looker.” 
His hands roamed over her cheek in a surprisingly soft gesture, but then pulled the knife free from the bedpost and he finished shearing through her shift with the blade.  He sat back, straddling her hips, obviously appraising her body, trapped and exposed completely beneath him.  Veronica moaned again through the gag as he ran calloused hands back up her stockings, her only remaining stitches, and a finger found the dark curls between her shapely legs.  His finger came away damp, to which he raised an eyebrow at her, then tasted her juices on his fingertip.  She turned her head away in shame. 
 Jorvak leaned over her petite frame, his trimmed goatee tickling against her belly.  “It seems, My Lady, that perhaps a part of you wants me to ravish your body.”  She could feel his tongue trace circles across her flat belly, dropping into her navel, continuing down her abdomen.  Veronica felt his breath against her upper thighs, her own now coming in sharp gasps.   “I think I can guess which part.”  With that his tongue tasted her womanhood’s lips, teasing the tight curls first and then the inner thighs below, running up and down each inch of pink flesh.  He embraced her with his mouth, his tongue delving into her velvety folds.....