Authors: Lesley Owen
The
Scorpion
had
a colourful history. She
had once been the Diligente, a twenty gun corvette of the French Navy. Built in Brest
around 1670
, she had been the lead ship of her class and was particularly fast
and
manoeuvrable. During her long service she had once served as a slave transportation ship before being
refit and
reintegrated into the
French N
avy. Originally armed with six
-
pounder guns, she was rearmed with heavier guns and now sported, twenty eight
-
pound carronades along her sides and four eighteen
-
pound guns, two to her stern and two to her bow, giving her a sting to her aft and forward.
A few years previously she
been taken by the
buccaneer
Captain Booth and given to Captain Quinn as a gift
for good service
.
The
Scorpion
was
an ideal
pirate ship
, at less than a hundred tons burthen, with
a seventy foot keel and weather deck twenty wide
, she needed only a small crew to man her
.
Quinn was deep in thought.
“The Espadon’s likely to stop at Roseau overnight
Fletch. L
et’s hope she lingers longer
. If she
stay
s
another night
w
e could board her
in the harbour
without firing a shot.
Let’s hope we get lucky.
”
“That be the best way cap’n. I know you
z wants
this bad.”
“Yes Fletch
. T
hese people owe me for
what they did
.
We’ll take the girl and
anything else
. The ransom will be high
. But you know it’s the m
other I
really
want.
I want revenge for those
six
years on
Île Saint-Joseph.”
Back in the captain’s cabin Swift had whipped Sarah with a short single tail whip and she was slumped exhausted and drenched in sweat in her irons. Her head hung down, her face covered by her clinging wet hair. She breathed rapidly as if she had just been running, but the reason for her exertion was evident, her body was covered in thin crimson stripes.
Quinn
entered and moved over to hold Sarah’s drooping head between her hands. She wiped the wet hair from her face.
“Well Sarah how does it feel to be whipped?”
Sarah looked up at Quinn defiantly, with anger in her eyes.
“You didn’t need to whip me! Anyway, I’ve been whipped before.”
“By Pierre de Moncey?”
“Yes - often - and by his friends.”
“Ah! How was she Tom?”
“I wasn’t too hard on her and she took it well. I think she was ready for it. She told me about
a large dowry of gold and jewels
.”
“That’s interesting. Anything else?” Quinn caressed Sarah’s breasts just as she had done before.
“It seems other family members may be on board or joining the ship.”
“Very interesting!” Quinn’s hands moved down Sarah’s stomach to her pubis.
Her fingers probed her crotch crease once more. Sarah moaned, but Quinn continued.
“Well you didn’t want me to stop earlier young girl and you’ve a nice wet cunt again.”
Sarah shivered in her irons. “Oh captain! Look I’ve told you everything I know!”
“Alright. You’ve been a good girl. As a reward Swift is going to fuck you now - my orders. So enjoy it, he’s good.”
Swift moved a table to support Sarah’s backside, pushing it so she could sit on its edge, her legs dangling. He removed the leg iron. Quinn moved over to the other side of the cabin and took out a small cigar from a box by one of the ships rear windows. She lit it and turned to watch as Swift started to neatly tie Sarah’s ankles to her wrists and then her elbows to her knees. Her legs were now spread wide open, her backside supporting her on the edge of the table.
Swift ran his fingers around her open crotch. “She’s really wet and open now cap’n!”
He unfastened his britches and his cock sprung out and erected to its full extent within seconds. He was big and he slid it into Sarah, who offered no resistance. She stared over towards Quinn with a defiant expression on her face.
Swift started to shaft her hard as
Quinn
calmly puffed her cigar, fixing her gaze on Sarah’s.
“Well Sarah how does it feel to be tied up and fucked?”
Sarah said nothing.
“Slap her cunt a little Tom. She’s too docile.”
Swift retracted and brought his hand down hard on her vulva. A loud slap rang out. Sarah gasped, but continued to stare back at Quinn. He repeated the action several times and she started to yell and writhe in her bonds. Swift started shafting again. This time Sarah’s eyes were pleading.
“Oh captain!”
“That’s better; your cunt needed some encouragement. Did Pierre de Moncey fuck you?”
Swift stopped and slapped her several times again. Sarah closed her eyes and moaned this time.
“Yes! Yes! I couldn’t stop him. He’s a wicked man. He likes women slaves, both white and black.”
The shafting continued, but Swift was ready to come. He pulled out his cock and squeezed it, coming over Sarah’s belly. Then he moved away to let Quinn replace him in front of her open legs. Quinn smacked her cunt hard several times and Sarah writhed and cried. Quinn then rubbed her clitoris hard. Sarah screamed as she came and Quinn’s hand slid inside her.
“Keep coming my young whore. Let it out. I know what Pierre de Moncey was like.”
Sarah came at least three times with Quinn’s hand, Quinn then moved then away.
“Take her down to the middle deck Tom and put her in a slave yoke. She can stay there for the time being.”
2. The Espadon
The
following afternoon as
the
Scorpion
approached
the Dominica capital Roseau
, they spotted the
Espadon anchored off
shore
. Quinn
was delighted and
decided to anchor in Woodbridge Bay about a mile to the north
. She
sen
t
the dory
and
a
small party ashore to
find out more about
the Espadon
’s
movements.
Swift
took
charge of the boat
and took it
into port. A number of ships were docked and
the quayside
was busy with the unloading
of exotic
goods from other
neighbouring
islands and the loading of cocoanuts and fruits from Dominica.
Swift
stayed with the boat
for safety
and sent the rest
of his men
to look out for any of the Espadon
’s
crew
in
the many taverns along Bay Street. Sure enough they found some worse for drink in
the inn
La Guinguette. They engaged conversation
over rum
and soon discovered that the Espadon was waiting for another passenger
from St Kitts
. She w
ould not sail until the following day.
Swift
and his party returned to the
Scorpion
.
Quinn was delighted at the news. Sarah had spoken the truth and they were in
luck
. T
hey
c
ould board the Espadon that evening after dark.
As soon as it was dark enough, the
three row boats were lowered from the
Scorpion:
the
dory and gig
from the weather deck and the aft
dory
. Quinn
, Swift
and Fletch
would command each boat and take ten men in each. A
rmed with pistols, knives and cutlasses
, they set off towards the Espadon.
They were expecting
most of the Espadon’s crew to have gone ashore and
only a light
night
crew
to have remained
, but
they
were not taking any chances.
The three boats glided silently through the black inky water towards the Espadon’s rear. The overhang of the aft of the brig would hide their arrival. All three boats made it unseen to the Espadon’s rudder
and two
ropes were thrown over the taffrail below the main cabin
. C
ompletely hidden from view on board, the first six men climbed up,
led by
Fletch
and Swift
. Hanging from the rail they
split into two groups and
made their way around to the
port and starboard
sides
, then
through the first gun port
that would
lead
them
to the main deck.
Once on deck,
they moved forward
silently, hidden i
n the shadows. Another six followed until two dozen were aboard. Quinn came up last leaving
six
men to man
the
boat
s below
.
There were only four men on watch on the main deck and they had been knocked out and tied up by the first wave of boarders. They
now
split into
three
groups to check the three lower decks. The
lowest deck and middle deck were empty, as was the
forward berth-deck
. T
here only remained the aft berth-deck with the officers and
the
captain’s quarters.
Swift’s g
roup made
its
way
systematically
through the
berth-deck cabins
and three officers were surprised and overwhelmed. In one of the cabins they found
Françoise
de
Moncey
in her nightdress
,
getting ready for bed.