Authors: Lesley Owen
“If she did it was youz who killed her. Maybe she’s back from dead.”
“Zat explains zee way I’ve been treated, zee whippings and now zis.”
“Everything youz did to her, so youz knows whatz to come.” Fletch undid the rope around her waist. “Iz gonna let you rest while cap’nz restin’.” He untied her legs then her wrists. She slumped to her knees trying to see the marks on her behind. Fletch reattached the chain to her collar. “Lays down on youz front, youz stretchin’ them wounds. Iz give youz more coolin’, then youz can rest a while.”
Fletch left her and went back up top to the weather deck. He sat down on the steps up to the quarter deck, head in his hands.
That evening after supper Fletch returned to
Danielle
and roped her tightly to the mast root once more. This time her back was
firmly pressed
against it. Fletch roped her well with ropes around her waist
,
shoulders and knees.
He
went back up to the weather deck and returned with a fresh brazier. He took out a number of irons
from the canvas bag
once more and placed
one
into the hot coals.
Quinn arrived with a tankard of rum in her hand. She appeared half drunk.
“
Let’s proceed to her nipples.”
Fletch
got out a
pair of tongs. These
were identical to the ones used by the French penal colony. They
had flat round ends with a
quarter inch
hole in them. He
took hold of Danielle’s left nipple with his free hand and pulled it out as far as he could. Danielle cried out in pain. He then
clamped
the tongs either side of the
end of her breast
aligning the holes in the middle of the
stretched
areoles.
He let go of the nipple, which was well clamped in the tongs.
Quinn handed him a thick red hot needle from the brazier. He let it cool to blue and p
ushed
the
hot
needle through the holes in the tongs through to the other side, piercing and burning a hole through the base of
Danielle
’s nipple.
Danielle
screamed,
watching
it burn through h
er breast. Fletch and Quinn pierced the other nipple in the same manner.
Danielle hung her head panting from her ordeal. Fletch took t
wo heavy two
inch
iron rings
. These were open slightly by nearly an inch, one open end was pointed and the other had a matching hole for the pointed end to fit into when the ring was closed. He threaded the pointed ends
through the holes
seared into
Danielle
’s nipples
and left the open ends at the bottom. Quinn inspected the rings twisting them two and fro. Danielle grimaced in pain.
“Close these rings Fletch. Then untie her, yoke her and chain her.” Quinn left.
Fletch placed each ring between the jaws of a small vice and turned the screw to force the rings shut. He melted a small pot of solder on the brazier and then holding each ring in turn with a gloved hand he applied solder to seal the rings.
After clearing away the brazier he started to untie Danielle.
“Fletch, what’s going to happen to me?”
“Youz see. Cap’ns got it worked out. Sheez tell you.”
Danielle slumped to her knees, both hands holding her breasts.
“Iz cool youz soon, just need to yoke ya.”
Danielle kneeled and offered no resistance as Fletch assembled the yoke on her neck and wrists. He attached the roof chain to it and pulled Danielle to her feet. He then washed her with cold sea water.
“Zat’s good Fletch, it eases zee pain. My tits feel strange after you pierced and ringed zem. Zey ‘urt, but in sexual way. I zink I need fucking.”
“Youz goin’ crazy!”
“No. Put zat leg iron on me and pull it up on zee other chain level with my yoke just like you did zee first time you fucked me.”
Fletch did not argue but prepared her as asked.
He held her hips
and
slid his huge cock into her vagina. “
Y
ou
z
really
ready
!
” She had taken his full length.
“Thems pierced nipples have really turned on youz heat!” He started to
thrust hard
, h
is pubis hit
ting
her crotch
each time
with a slap.
“Aaaaah!
Fuck me
black boy and
‘
ard!
I need it!
”
Fletch established a rhythm and shafted her
grunting at each thrust
.
She writhed in her bonds as she came, yelling and squealing. Fletch continued to shaft even harder.
“
Yes Fletch! I’m coming again! Aaaaaaaaaaaah!
”
Fletch stopped this time. Letting her writhe on his cock.
“Youz a crazy white bitch that likes to be treated hard! Iz let you down and you can suck my cock.”
He removed his cock and unfastened the chain holding her legs lowering her feet to the floor. He then lowered her yoke so that she was on her knees and positioned himself so that his cock was ready for her mouth.
She moved her head forward and open
ed
her mouth.
Fletch moved forward and holding her head inserted it into her mouth
. She moved her head up and down letting
as much of it
move to her throat
as she could
. She pulled away
to catch her breath
, spit dripping from her half open lips
.
“Hmm, I can taste my cunt juice on you.”
Then
her mouth was back once more.
Fletch
’s eyes were closed and he moaned. She sucked his cock
enthusiastically. Fletch
was close to coming and she pulled
back slightly, half of his cock still in her mouth. She remained still sucking and squeezing it with her mouth
.
Fletch
grunted and
started to come. She did not pull back but let him come inside her mouth, squeezing, sucking and swallowing as he did so.
Fletch was spent and withdrew his cock. She licked her lips.
“Hmm, your come tastes good. Why don’t you hang me by my ankles and whip my cunt?”
“Youz really goin’ crazy! Iz liked to but it’s time for youz to rest.”
Fletch slackened her chain and left her for the night.
A week later Quinn was standing leaning on the quarter-deck rail, watching Danielle down below scrubbing the main deck. Danielle was on all fours, naked, wearing only an iron collar and chain. Fletch held the free end of the chain, leading her like a dog around the deck. Her large breasts with their iron nipple rings swung to and fro underneath her as she moved around. As she scrubbed backwards and forwards her crotch became exposed for all the crew to see.
Sarah moved next to Quinn and watched with her. “Those brands on her arse look deep and she looks as though she’s been freshly whipped. I know she got you imprisoned and you suffered badly but how can you be so harsh?”
“Look you can’t imagine how hard it was on that infernal French island and it was all because of her. For six long years I was flogged, used and made to labour, day and night. Because I was young and good looking the guards would chain me up much like we do to Danielle and fuck me until they’d had enough. They would often torture me. She hasn’t endured anyway near what I have, but that will come.”
“Why were you tortured?”
“Because they enjoyed doing it and because I wasn’t supposed to survive.”
“What did they do to you?”
“I’ll give you one example. They erected a heavy wooden x-shaped cross near my hut. It had a short thick piece of wood sticking out at its centre that was v-shaped at its top. They would lift me on to it and attach my wrists and ankles to the cross. I would be left spread-eagled on this thing with my crotch on the V for hours. They would sometimes flog me on it as well. Once a month my warden would put me on it facing it and then give me my regular evening whipping. Afterwards he’d leave me on it all night.”
“My God! That must have been terrible!”
“Yes it was; but I survived. Now I want my revenge. Expect Danielle to suffer more lashings and torment whilst she remains in my hands, so have no pity for her. No one had any pity for me”
7. Port Royal
The Scorpion anchored in Riply Bay
late
one
morning
. Port Royal was bustling with activity. Dozens of ships were in port and the Scorpion was lost in a forest of masts.
Quinn and Swift went ashore to look around for anyone with any news of Captain Booth’s ship. They finally found an old pirate Will Tucker in one of the taverns
,
the Happy Hog. He recognised Quinn immediately.
“Jacqueline! Long time, no see! What ya doin’ in Jamiaca?”
“I thought I’d try and get a chunk of Spanish gold and see my mate John! What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with him?”
“A
rrrr
h, I lost me lower left leg to a cannon ball last year up near Tortuga. I’m still not too steady on this peg leg of mine. I’ve been shore bound ever since. I’m getting’ used to it though. Should be able to dance a gig soon!”
“Is the Fortune here?”
“No. Captain Booth sailed north a good month ago. He’s been operating around the Bahamas and the Turks and Caicos Islands. The Spanish treasure fleet pass by on their way to Spain and he hopes to take one.”
Swift was listening intently. “Why not operate from Tortuga?”
“The French have taken to controlling it; it’s part of San Domingue now. Only French pirates and privateers can use the island. British pirates in this region are all now centred here. The Governor turns a blind eye. It’s not ideal for attacking and plundering Spanish ships leaving Habana
.W
e have to sail a good distance north to intercept them. It’s all getting more difficult. Spanish treasure ships laden with gold and tobacco are
now
escorted by Spanish men o’ war as far as the Bahamas.”
Quinn looked concerned. “Is John going to be back any time soon?”
“No one knows.”
“Do you know where he’s likely to be?”
Tucker grinned. “
Yes. But l
et’s move to somewhere more private, have some drinks and talk about it.”
They found an enclosed wooden cubicle with a table at the back of the inn. Tankards of ale and rum arrived along with some jerk chicken and potatoes to eat. The inn had filled up and was humming with conversation. No one would overhear the three of them.