Chained Cargo (5 page)

Fletch moved away and Swift took up position between Danielle’s legs. He inserted his cock and slid it in.

“Ooo this is a well lubricated cunt Fletch! You’d better get a few others down here.”

In fact three men had come down after overhearing Fletch on deck and had been watching from the other compartment. They entered.

“Ha! Youz guys want some too! Gets in line behind Tom and gets ready.”

Swift shafted Danielle hard, whilst she silently stared at the roof. Both Françoise and Sarah watched in silence and fear. Swift came, letting it squirt over Danielle’s belly and front. The others followed in turn and Danielle moaned from time to time. Then Fletch took over whilst the others watched. He was the only one to extract a real reaction. Danielle clenched her teeth and grunted as he buried his cock slapping against her crotch. She immediately began to writhe and then she screamed.

“Aaaaaaaagh! Salaud! Aaaaagh!”

“Youz cummin’ you bitch! Black cock – white whore! Iz not done yet!”

He continued as Danielle writhed and moaned. Then she came again more intensely.

“Aaaaaaaaaagh! Merde! Aaaaaaaaagh!”

Fletch still continued even harder, holding firm as she thrashed about, ignoring her yells. Danielle continued to orgasm.

“Aaaaaaaaaagh! Arêtez! Assez. Je ne peux plus!” 

He pulled his cock out and ejaculated over her.

“Ugh! Thatz good! Youz my size! Youz a good fuck, bitch!”

Fletch moved away. Danielle was panting heavily and her cunt was still wide open. White fluid had run onto her groin and was dripping onto the deck. Her chest and stomach were covered in thick white streaks from the five men.

“Youz look as though youz can take more! Youz really like being fucked! They sayz a woman at twenty’s scared o’ cock, but at forty sheez needs it real bad!”

Quinn came running down the companionway to see what the commotion was. “What’s going on! You could hear this whore coming all the way back on the quarter deck!”

“Aye cap’n. Sheez a whore alright. Sheez took five of us and loved it!

Danielle looked up at Quinn. “J’étais toujours pute - je l’avoue. Now I’m chained like zis, I see no reason to ‘ide it. You can fuck me all you want – je l’adore!”

Quinn grinned wickedly. “Okay! Tonight we’ll see just how much of a whore you really are! Fletch, get her up and spread her legs with a leg iron. Do the same with the daughter, she can watch. I’ll get my whip.”

Fletch got them ready. They were both facing one another, separated by ten feet. Quinn came back down the companionway.

“Well it’s time for your morning flogging Danielle! Blindfold her Fletch and pull her up so she’s on her toes. Gag the daughter.”

Fletch did as requested. Quinn removed her jacket and then her shirt in front of Françoise and Sarah. Her large breasts swung free under Françoise’s nose. Françoise’s eyes widened and she grunted at the sight. Through each of Quinn’s nipples were thick gold rings. Whip stripe scars cross-crossed her chest. She turned around to face Danielle and exposed her whip scarred back to the two women. Quinn’s firm shapely arse was also well exposed in her tight velvet britches. Sarah was also staring, transfixed at the sight of Quinn, but she kept quiet, hoping not to be noticed.

“I’ve a French prison whip here. We’ll see how you like the feel Danielle. Forty lashes should give you a good taster.”

Quinn walked around to Danielle’s back. She took aim and laid the whip on. The reaction was immediate; Danielle flinched and yelled as it bit her flesh. Quinn brought the whip around, looping over her head and gave a backhand stroke to lay a stripe the other way on her back. She continued this figure of eight movement, working down Danielle’s back to her backside. Danielle writhed and yelled as the whip cracked on her skin. Quinn’s breasts bounced and swayed as she worked the whip, the gold rings flashing as they caught the morning sun shining through the grills on the ships side. After twenty lashes Quinn stopped and moved back to stand in front of Françoise. She lifted her nightdress and put her hand between Françoise’s legs.

“Ah! The young woman is aroused!” Quinn moved forward, removed the gag and kissed Françoise full on the lips. Françoise responded opening her mouth and letting Quinn’s tongue penetrate. Quinn moved her hand up and down in Françoise’s slit. She moaned.

Danielle reacted at the sounds. “Laissez ma fille! Ne la touchez pas! Fouetez-moi si vous le désirez! But leave ‘er alone!”

Quinn continued to kiss Françoise and stroke her clitoris. Françoise pulled her mouth away to catch her breath. “Aaaaaaaagh!” she moaned as she came.

Quinn winked at Fletch, whose grinning white teeth shone in the shadows.

“Right, another twenty lashes Danielle! I’ll whip your front this time!”

Quinn put Françoise’s gag back in place and turned her back on her. She continued the figure of eight movement, her breasts bouncing. This time she worked on Danielle’s breasts, working downwards to her stomach and then to the front of her thighs. Danielle writhed and cried. Quinn stopped after delivering the full twenty lashes. Danielle’s head hung down and she was breathing heavily. Thick crimson welts rose on her flesh, several stripes filled with blood. Her sweat glistened in the morning light.

“I’ll leave you and Swift to amuse yourself here. Don’t touch Françoise; remember we don’t want to spoil the merchandise.”

Just before sunset, the Scorpion was passing Deshaies to the north of Basseterre, Guadeloupe. They would pass well to the north of the island some-time during the night and head north-east towards the east coast of Antigua and the Atlantic. It was a beautiful evening and they were making good progress, even though they were now beating to windward.

Danielle and Françoise had been taken up in their yokes to the weather deck. Françoise was still wearing her nightdress, which was now looking dirty and worse for wear. She was taken up to the quarter deck and positioned close to the rail so that she could have a good view. Danielle was made to kneel with her back to the capstan. When in use the capstan would have a dozen spars inserted, like the spokes of a wheel, for the men to turn it. Two of the wooden spars only were readied and put under each side of her yoke. They were lifted, lifting Danielle slightly and inserted into their square holes on the capstan. Danielle’s yoke was pulled forward until her wrist rings stopped against the diverging spars. Her yoke was secured in place with rope. Then her ankles were lifted to join her wrists and were also roped in place. Her wide spread legs were now open and available at the right height for the crew.

Quinn appeared from her cabin aft and stood next to Françoise. The whole crew, except for the helmsman, came over to watch.

Quinn addressed them all. “Crew! I’ve organised some entertainment for you tonight! We have a French whore roped to the capstan spars! You can all take your pleasure on her on deck! Break out the rum!”

A cheer came from the crew. They filled their tankards and stood in line. The first man was Swift who took up his position and started to shaft Danielle. Then the men followed one after another. Danielle laboured and writhed in her bonds.

Quinn turned to Françoise. “Any remorse for your mother? Should I spare her?”

“Non! Just look at ‘er. She’s just a filthy whore!”

Quinn stood even closer to Françoise. “You seem to like watching her getting whipped this morning?”

“She’s been a real bitch to me and deserves to be whipped for it. Anyway she’s my step-mother not my mother - my real mother died giving birth to me. I zink she was one of my father’s mistresses at zee time. ‘E married ‘er ‘oping for a son. But she’s barren and ‘e lost interest in ‘er some time ago.”

Quinn was surprised. “Your step-mother?” She had not realised that they were not mother and daughter. Quinn smiled to herself; from what Françoise had just said, no one would shed a tear for what was to be done to Danielle.

Quinn laughed. “Mistress, whore and step-mother!”

Françoise was breathing heavily. “Seeing her getting fucked like zis is making me wet!”

Danielle’s body shone in the light from the setting sun. She jerked her body and head in different directions as she was fucked. Her belly was soaked in come and sweat, it had trickled onto the deck.

Françoise was trembling. “Mon Dieu! Zis is a ‘ell of sight! My own step-mother!”

“Just a bit longer! Then I’ll relieve you.”

A little later Quinn led Françoise to her cabin and laid her down on her table. She lifted each leg in turn and roped her ankles to her wrists so that her legs were spread wide. Thick clear liquid had tricked from Françoise’s vagina and the inside of her thighs glistened with it. Quinn slid her four fingers into the wet crease and then into her open vagina.

“Oh! Merci captain. Zat’s what I need!”

Quinn worked her fingers in and out as Françoise laid back and moaned. Her fist slid into Françoise and she gasped.

“Mon Dieu! Zat’s good! Aaaaagh!”

Françoise came for the first time, but Quinn continued.

“You’re no virgin my young one! Who’s been here before?”

“My father’s friends and especially Sarah. Aaaaaaagh!”

Françoise came for a second and third time. She writhed, but Quinn’s fist was still inserted and Françoise just kept on coming. Eventually Quinn eased off and removed her hand. She left Françoise laying there and undid her own britches. She slid her hand down to her clitoris. Leaning on the edge of the table with her other hand, she rubbed vigorously and then came violently.

Françoise watched. “I could have done zat for you.”

“It doesn’t matter. Another time maybe.”

Quinn left Françoise on the table in her cabin and went on deck to check on the crew. A few of them were still milling around watching as the remainder shafted Danielle. Danielle was soaked in sweat and come from the fucking she’d received. It glistened on her front and dripped from between her legs. Fletch was managing the end of the proceedings.

Quinn approached. “Well Fletch, I can see you lot are still at it! And your cocks about to break out of your pants!”

“Itz was a good sight cap’n! This bitch’s taken most of the crew, some more than once!”

Quinn took Fletch aside. “Where are we?”

“About ten miles north of Guadeloupe cap’n”

“I can feel the sea’s getting rougher.”

“Yes cap’n. It’s a swell from the Atlantic. Could slow us down tomorrow.”

“When you’re done with her, take her below then come and see me.”

Fletch dismissed the remaining crew and swilled sea water from a bucket over Danielle, rubbing off the mess on her front and between her legs

“Youz some woman to take that fuckin’. Iz gonna put youz to rest now.”

Danielle lifted her. “You didn’t fuck me tonight big man?”

“No, Iz leavin’ youz to them. Iz already fucked youz today.”

“But I like your big black body and your dick. Some of zee crew made me come, but I really need you to finish me off.”

Fletch undid his britches and released his cock. He sighed with relief; it had been hard for some-time. He slid it into Danielle and she groaned, closing her eyes.

“Merci mon étalon noir. Aaaaaagh!”

Danielle, eyes shut, took a deep breath and clenched her teeth. She started to shake as Fletch slid in and out.

“Oh Fletch! Don’t take it out just come inside me, I want to squeeze it and feel you pump. Aaaaagh!”

Danielle was still coming as Fletch came.

“Ugh! Iz can feel you squeezin’! Ugh! That’s good!”

They both relaxed down panting, Fletch still inside her.

Danielle lifted her head. “Kiss me Fletch.”

Fletch lowered his head and met her open mouth. They gorged on each other for over a minute, then Danielle fell back.

“Merci. Je suis crevé.”

Fletch un-roped her and removed the capstan spars. She fell to the deck exhausted. He picked her up in his arms and carried her back down below deck. This time he removed the yoke and attached her by a slave collar and long chain. Sarah was in the shadows silently watching.

“Iz get youz some food and drink now.” He disappeared and returned with a plate of stew and vegetables, a tankard of ale and a blanket. “Youz worked hard tonight. Enjoy it, thatz good food. Therez some ale with a tot o’ rum in it for youz as well. Iz got somet’ing to rest youz head on - help youz sleep.”