Chained Cargo (4 page)

“
Mais je vous connais!
You once
visited
our plantation
with your maitre
!”

“Yeh and I remember
z
you
z
. You
z
liked to watch the
slave
whippin’s and you
z
used to come for some black cock from time to time when master away.”

He made her sit down at the ship’s side and chained her yoke to the ring along from her daughter.

“Iz gonna leave youz now. Therez empty buckets for youz to use and fresh water in the buckets over there.”

He put out the lamps and left them in the dark. Then he made his way back up to see Quinn in her cabin, Swift was with her.

“Iz left ‘em chained  as you asked cap’n. And cap’n - the ma recognised me.”

Quinn smiled. “But she didn’t recognise me! I guess I’ve changed a lot. After all I’m thirteen years older and I’ve been through a lot. We’ve had a good night. Have some rum Fletch.”

Swift looked up at Quinn, puffing on his clay pipe. “What’s the plan now cap’n?”

“The rendezvous for the exchange is in four days, at the eastern end of Green Island just east of Nonsuch Bay, Antigua. I want to be in British waters with plenty of known coves to hide in. We will also have the protection of the forts either side of the entrance to Nonsuch Bay, particularly Fort Harmon the nearest. They won’t know we’re pirates, we’ll be flying the red ensign. This should deter Pierre de Moncey from using the French Navy.”

Swift laughed. “It seems ironic that as pirates we’re going to use British forts to protect us! What’s to be done with the daughter? She’s a nice young girl. Can we use her?”

“No, we don’t want to spoil the merchandise. We’ll see what she’s made of though. It would be nice to ruin her for her husband to be.” Quinn got up to get a cigar. “To get there we’ll retrace our route back to Antigua on the Caribbean side and once north of Guadeloupe we’ll make our way to the south east of Antigua and the Atlantic. It’s around one hundred and fifty miles and should take us three days if all goes well. I left instructions in my note to De Moncey that he’s to come ashore alone at Man Of War Point with the gold. We’ll put a small party at the rendezvous point the day before to keep a lookout. On the morning of the exchange Françoise and Sarah will be taken to the point. The location is good because we can also off load some of our booty at Conk Point afterwards and have it transported to our hiding place near Harmony Hall. The Scorpion will stay anchored close by to the north - out of view.”

Swift looked puzzled. “You didn’t mention the mother?”

Quinn paused to light her cigar. “I’ve other plans for her. Besides we need to keep some collateral in case the count gets tricky. We’ll think about releasing her at a later date.”

Swift was not happy. “But we may lose her ransom and end up with the French Navy after us for months!”

“Look, the count will have no choice except to pay us both ransoms and the French Navy’s always after us, so what’s the problem?”

Swift was still puzzled. “What are we going to do with her then?”

“For the next few weeks we’re going to keep her chained below. We’re going to whip her and use her. She owes me.”

Quinn, or
Christine Cartwright
as she was known then,
had
also, like Sarah,
once worked
on the
D
e
Moncey
plantation on
Grand Terre,
Guadeloupe.
She was only
eighteen when she first arrived there and was employed to look after the young four year old Françoise as well as to teach English to her and
the countess
Danielle
de
Moncey.
Danielle, who was in her early thirties at the time,
had become jealous of
Christine’s
youth and beauty. She also knew that
her husband Pierre
had been using her.

After Christine had been there for a couple of years, there had been one incident
after dinner
when
Danielle
had peered unseen through the smoking room
window. She had
seen
Christine
on all fours,
naked in front of
Pierre
and t
hree
of his friends
. Christine
w
ore a dog collar and lead and was being led from one man to another.
Her task was to
suck their cocks as they smoked cigars.
Danielle stayed long enough to witness her husband fuck Christine from behind as she sucked his friends. This had been the last straw for Danielle and Christine’s days at the plantation were soon to come to an end.

3. Guadeloupe to Green Island

They had covered a good forty miles during the night and at dawn they were level with the Îles des Saintes just south of Guadeloupe. Basseterre could be seen looming in front of them.

Fletch went below to check on the prisoners. They were sitting, leaning against the ship’s sides looking hot and exhausted. Fletch unfastened Danielle and made her stand. He then
thr
e
w
her chain
through a ring hanging from an overhead beam.
The chain
was pulled tight and padlocked to a ring on the ships side beam.
He went to the chest and got out a
four foot leg iron with two ankle loops
, similar to the yoke but without the neck loop. He attached and
locked
it
to her ankles.
He tightened the chain once more and
Danielle
was now spread and on her toes.
He washed her all over.

Sarah was watching. “Hey! I’ve been here nearly two days! I need a wash too.”

“Beez careful what youz wish for woman!”

Fletch felt between Danielle’s legs. “
You
z
need a shavin’.”
He
explored further and s
he tensed.
“Ha! You
z
slut! You
z
wet from the chainin’
and washin’
! Like that do ya? And you
z
daughter watchin’ and all! I
z
likes that! Iz
gonna nail ya
!
”

He undid his britches and let his cock hang out
; i
t started to erect. He rubbed his hand up and down until it stood out at right angles to his body. It was every bit as big as was rumoured, a good twelve inches long and as thick as
a
lady’s forearm.
He turned and showed his cock to Françoise.

“You
z
maybe gonna suck this sweety. You
z
ma will soon and you
z
can watch.”

He walked back to
Danielle.

“
Laissez ma fille, espèce de sale gorille noir!
”

“Only if you
z
do as you
z
told ma.”

He attached another chain to a centre ring on her leg iron, threaded it through the same ring above her head and pulled hard. Her feet left the ground and were raised to be level with her yoke. Her hairy crotch was wide open. Fletched attached the other end to the same side ring
as her neck chain, then h
e walked back over to her. She grunted at the pain in her ankles and wrists.

Fletch put his fingers into her. “You
z
cunt
’
s as wide and as wet as any whore! You
z
gonna take me cock right now and you
z
gonna feel this bitch
!
” He slid his huge cock into her vagina. “Je
ez
you
z
ready
!
I
z
slipping into a greased cave!” He held her hips and pushed it in as far as it would go. She moaned
in response
. Then he moved his hips backwards to withdraw by several inches then thrust hard. His pubis hit her crotch with a slap. She had taken his full length.

“Aaaaah!
Merde! Quelle tige! Y
ou’re big black boy and
‘
ard!”

Fletch established a rhythm and shafted her
without pity
. “You
z
can take it bitch. You
z
had black cock before.”

“Aaaaaaaah!
Oui! Plus fort
!
Aaaaaaaaaaaah!
”

She writhed in her bonds as she came, yelling and squealing. Fletch continued to shaft faster, then he withdrew and held his cock in his hand, letting it squirt over her stomach.

“Ugh, youz white bitch took it good. Iz be back for more.”

He unfastened the chain holding her legs lowering her feet to the floor and went up top. On the weather deck he bumped into Swift.

“Ah Tom! Iz just fucked the old lady good, youz should have a go! She’s nice and greasy!”

Swift and Fletch went back down to the women’s compartment. They set up a low wooden table with its side against the ship’s side ribbing. They undid Danielle’s neck chain and pushed her back against the table’s edge. They re-chained her yoke to the slave attachment ring just behind her head on the ship’s side ribbing. As they tightened it Danielle was forced backwards with her back on the table. After removing the leg iron her ankles were chained to the two rings on the adjacent ribs, lifting her legs and spreading them wide. Her back was supported by the table to her waist but her backside hung free over the table’s edge.

Fletch then started to
dry shav
e
her
pubic hair with a sharp razor
using her
sweat
to
assist the process.

“Well old lady, chained like this youz be more available for shaftin’.”

Danielle remained silent and still, offering no resistance as Fletch stroked the razor close to her labia. She quietly watched Swift, who was standing to one side, britches open, as he stroked his erect cock. He was big, but not as big as Fletch.

Fletch had finished shaving her and he ran his fingers up and down her slit.

“Nice clean shaven cunt! And youz now pretty wet bitch, Iz can seez it! Swift’s gonna warm youz up and then Iz takes over again.”