Chained Cargo (6 page)

“Merci, tu es gentile. I’m not too hungry right now; maybe I’ll eat it later.”

Sarah stirred. “Hey what about me? All I’ve had all day was some bread and water.”

“Youz keep quiet or youz get fucked by crew as well. Seez you in mornin’.”

Early the following morning the Scorpion encountered heavier seas as it sailed north between Guadeloupe and Antigua. The ship had slowed to five knots and was pitching with the waves. Quinn was in high spirits.

“Fletch, let’s have some fun! Get those women below in those exercise irons! This sea will test them!”

Fletch grinned, he knew exactly what she meant. He went below and got out three tee-shaped metal bars. These were very similar to the leg irons that they had been using, but they had been modified to include uprights at their centres that terminated in what looked like sword handles or hilts. The grips to the hilts were ten inches in length and two inches wide, rounded at their tops with a pommel. They had guards or quillians that stuck out at right angles and curved upwards.

Fletch started with Sarah, who was still sitting naked chained by her yoke. He pulled her up by her chain and transferred it to the ring in the ceiling beam. He pulled on the chain forcing her to stand and move to the centre of the compartment. The ship pitched as she moved making her lose her balance. When the chain was tight she was more stable against the ship’s movements. He attached its other end to one of the many rings on the ships side.

“You’re not going to whip me are you? I’ll do whatever you want.”

“No whippin’s yet. Youz see.”

“Please wash me Fletch, I stink.”

Fletch gave a long look then got a sponge and soap and washed her. She spread her legs to let him wash her crotch. Once this was over he took one of the tee bars and laid it on the deck in front of her. She stared at it wondering what he was going to do with it, but she was in no position to resist, Fletch put her ankles into the iron ankle loops at each end of the iron, spreading them by the same distance as her wrists. He then picked up the upright with its sword handle and swung it up close to her crotch. It was telescopic and he extended it until the entire thick handle disappeared into Sarah’s vagina and the quillians were aligned and almost touching her groin and vulva. He secured the tee in its position and went over to adjust the chain attaching her to the beam in the roof. He pulled it until her heels were off the deck but no higher, then he reattached it to the ships side. The ship pitched and swayed violently and she had to move her legs to balance. The tee bar moved as well, pushing further into her vagina and groin.

“Ah! You devil! This thing’s fucking me as the ship moves!”

“Let’s seez how youz rides these waves!”

Fletch moved to where Françoise was chained and attached her in the same way. Then he went over to Danielle. She was still lying on her back asleep when he approached her.

“Oh Fletch, please don’t whip me again zis morning. I just can’t take it today. I’ll wash and suck your cock if you want. But don’t whip me.”

“My cock needs a good suckin’. ‘Twas rock hard when I woke. Iz was thinkin’ of last night.”

Danielle got
onto her knees and started to undo the front of his tight britches. His erect
black
cock bulged inside. Once released, it stood out rigid in front of
her
. She took hold of it and admired it.

“You
’
re
zee
big
gest man I’ve ever seen
.”

She spat on it and washed it carefully with water from the bucket.

“It’s nice to see it close up. You fuck me really well, I like it.”

She moved her head forward and opening her mouth took its end sucking gently.
Fletch moved forward
to help her. She moved her head up and down letting
as much of it
move to her throat
as she could
. She pulled away, spit dripping from her half open lips and moved
both
her hands up and down on his shaft. Then her mouth was back once more.
Fletch
’s eyes were closed and he moaned. She sucked and pumped his cock
enthusiastically, almost lovingly
.
Fletch
was close to coming and she pulled her mouth away staying close as she pumped
quick and
hard on the shaft.
He
grunted
as
the first squirts of white come hit her face. She bent her head back to receive it. She squeezed his shaft and squirt after squirt fell either on her face or on
to her chest and breasts
.

He was spent and he took her head in his hands.
“The cap’n decides on youz whippin’s, not me. Iz justs has to doos it. Iz gonna chain youz now for the storm, just like the others.”

During the morning the ship had been tossed about by the waves of the Atlantic and Quinn descended to the middle deck to see how the women were taking it. Françoise and Sarah were looking exhausted, their heads bowed. Françoise’s nightshirt stuck to her sweat drenched body and Sarah’s body shone in the half light. The deck underneath each of them was wet where they had relieved themselves. Thick liquid had trickled down from the shaft of the hilt that had been inserted into Sarah’s vagina and on to the rod below it.

Quinn was quick to notice it. “Ah Sarah! Enjoying it I see?” Sarah grunted and her eyes rolled. “You’re not finished yet? How many times have you come?”

Sarah regained her breath. “I’ve lost count – dozens of times. Have mercy captain.”

Quinn approached Françoise and peeled her nightdress from her sweaty thighs and lifted it. “What about you Françoise?” Again thick liquid had trickled down the shaft, this time almost to the bottom of the rod. “You’re enjoying it as well! You drool more than Sarah!”

Quinn went forward to Danielle. She was vigorously gyrating against the rod, grunting and shaking. Her whip-striped back shone with sweat. The deck beneath her was also wet and her rod glistened with her vaginal fluid. It had oozed all over its entire length and on to the floor. Quinn watched for a few minutes then went back up top.

Fletch was on the weather deck and Quinn called him over. “You’d better take the women off those shafts soon, they’re enjoying it too much!”

The following morning the Scorpion anchored off the northern shore of uninhabited Green Island, just east of Nonsuch Bay, Antigua. A small landing party went ashore with the three women. All of them were in their iron yokes and were being led by chains. Françoise still had her filthy nightdress on; Danielle and Sarah were both still naked.

The women were made to bathe in the sea off a small beach. Fletch went in with them with some soap and washed them thoroughly. His hands went all over the women’s bodies, particularly between their legs, but they were in no position to complain. Danielle and Sarah seemed to enjoy it, Françoise had some difficulty with it. Fletch soaped her nightdress well to try and get it clean.

“Therez ya are girls! All nice and clean for tomorrow.”

They came back onto the beach and were allowed to dry in the sun.

Meanwhile the rest of the landing party had set up a camp for the night close to Man Of War Point. Two short posts each with a top cross bar were constructed and sunk deep into the sand at the edge of the beach at the point. When all was ready, all except three men returned to the ship. The women were left chained on the main deck for the rest of the afternoon and night. They were thankful for the sun and the fresh air.

4. The Exchange

The morning came and a small landing party led by Swift went ashore with just Sarah and Françoise. This time the girls had their hands roped behind their backs and were gagged. Françoise still had her nightdress on and Sarah was still naked. Two of the men who had been there overnight were watching nervously for the approach of any ships from the south. The other man was acting as a signaller on the top of the hill behind them. He was there to keep in touch with the Scorpion hiding on the other side of the island.

Eventually a sailing ship was spotted several miles away, they warned the Scorpion and prepared for the ship’s arrival.

Françoise and Sarah were taken to the tee posts and made to kneel upright in front of them with their backs to the posts. Their arms, still tied at the wrists were forced behind them over the crossbar. Ropes were then wrapped tightly around their waists and the posts. Finally their ankles were tied together and then tied to their wrists behind the post, immobilising them completely. They were now both on display for Françoise’s approaching father and neither of them was going anywhere until he arrived

Late morning the ship had anchored around three hundred yards off shore. It was the Espadon once again, her rudder repaired after the boarding a few nights before. A row boat was lowered and a two men crew with Pierre de Moncey as passenger made their way across the shallow turquoise bay towards the beach.

Swift rose to meet them, the others stayed well back. “Ahoy there! Pierre de Moncey I assume!”

“Yes it is!” De Moncey looked through a small spy glass at the women. “I see my daughter’s tied to that post! I hope she’s alright?”

“Don’t worry, she’s fine and has come to no harm. As soon as we receive the ransom you can untie her and take her away.”

“I can see another woman; she’s naked and it looks as if she’s been whipped recently!”

“That’s your governess, Sarah.”

“She wasn’t part of the bargain! Where’s my wife?”

“I’m sorry but we’re not liberating your wife just yet. She’ll be kept until we’re safely away. We’ll inform you of when and where she’s to be released and you can arrange to have her picked up. You get your daughter right away, unharmed and that’s not bad.”

“But that’s not what was arranged!”

“We know, but that’s the way it is I’m afraid.”

Two heavy chests of gold coins were dump on the beach and opened. Swift checked all was in order and then signalled to his men to come over and take them away. Four men took the two chests and headed back to the edge of the beach and out of view.

“Sir, your daughter is all yours.”

Swift waited whilst De Moncey went over to the two women and he watched to ensure that the other two men had returned to the boat. Pierre de Moncey released his daughter and they both made for the boat and climbed in.

Swift looked at him sitting in the boat. “Aren’t you taking your governess?”

“I can see she’s been well used. She was useful for a while when she came to us, but I don’t need her anymore. I’ll replace her.”

“But we don’t want her either. Unless you take her she’ll be left here.”

Pierre ignored Swift and signalled to his men to cast off. Swift shrugged his shoulders and helped to push them off the sand. The two men started to row back to their ship and Swift watched them go. When he was sure they were well on their way back to the Espadon he turned and joined his men. The group of them and the chests of gold started to head for the gap that would take them around the headland and back to their ship.

Sarah made as much noise as she could through her gag. Swift heard her, but tried to ignore it. Then he stopped, letting his men continue. He reluctantly turned and went back to her.

He removed the gag. “Don’t leave me here!”

He got out his pistol and put it to her temple. “Would you like to leave right now?”

“If you don’t take me with you I’ll die a slow death! Have mercy, I’ve done nothing wrong. If I’m of no use to anyone then please blow my brains out right now.” She burst into tears.

Swift grinned at her and returned his pistol to his waistband. He undid his breaches and released his cock. He massaged it until it grew hard and grabbed the hair at the back of her head with his other hand.

“Your cute and I’ll take you back with me. But the captain won’t be pleased. First I’m gonna fuck your face. So suck my cock well and swallow my come or I may change my mind.”