Skulls, Bones and Flowers 6

Nesrin woke up from the stuffy heat in their little chamber. Not only had it heated up under the hot Caribbean sun, the close proximity of Marguerite also didn’t help the matter. She was wedged between the wall and her companion, and she tried to shift her position without waking up Marguerite.

The blonde slept with her mouth slightly open, and Nesrin felt that the other’s leg had found a way between hers. From the floor, she could hear some small sounds, but at least, Fleur had stopped snoring.

Nesrin looked at Marguerite’s face, so close to her own. She was the daughter of the man who had initiated their kidnapping, and she had personally spanked her. However, the thought that haunted her the most was how their lips had touched.

»Is she a Lesbian? Does she even know the word?«

She knew that the word referred to a woman from Ancient Greece, but had it been used in Marguerite’s time already? Perhaps, she was just curious, or in the need of some tenderness when she was in distress.

Nesrin herself couldn’t even say for herself how she felt. In the last three or four of her 18 years, boys had become a thing, but so far, she had never even been kissed, due to her extreme shyness.

»And just a few hours ago, I shook my boobies in front of a bunch of men! Who’s shy now, hm?«

She had to oppress a scoff, and then, her eyes once again wandered over Marguerite’s face. She was pretty, but admitting this didn’t mean anything, did it? At a sleepover, Nesrin and a friend had tried kissing; it had been a funny, yet not too sensual experience. However, she now felt the urge to brush the golden curls from Marguerite’s cheek, to touch her soft and warm skin…

»Oh my God, that’s what they call ›canned heat‹!«

She tried to get out of the bed without waking up the blonde, but Marguerite suddenly moved and yawned, looking up to her.

»Where are you going?«, she asked drowsily, Nesrin took the opportunity to get out of the bed and whispered:

»I’ll try to find something to drink that isn’t rum, and maybe some clothes! If they had some for Fleur, we might also be lucky!«

Marguerite insisted on coming with her, taking Nesrin’s hand. The corridor lay empty, and the whole ship seemed very quiet, compared to the noise earlier, when the pirates had celebrated and forced them to dance.

They stepped onto the deck, and here, some of the pirates were lingering in the shadow, or doing some seaman duties. They seemed to do some kind of Siesta, and when Nesrin asked for water, one just pointed at a barrel with a ladle tied to it.

The water tasted stale and had a slight stench, but both girls drank greedily, being both dehydrated and suffering from the rum they had been forced to drink during their dancing. Marguerite suddenly whispered:

»Do you know where on a ship – I mean, have you seen – chamber pots?«

She slightly blushed, and Nesrin looked around. Then, she remembered a visit to London a few years ago, when she and her parents had visited the H. M. S. »Victory«. On this occasion, they had seen something she by then had considered funny, not knowing it could ever become a necessity.

»Come!«

Trying to look as if they were just doing a walk, they strolled towards the bow, where Nesrin discovered a narrow ladder leading to the beakhead, a small triangular platform under the bowsprit. On its top edge, the figurehead was fixed, but there were also two wooden seats with holes that opened into the sea. Like on the »Victory«, this ship also had its toilet located here, and to Nesrin’s relief, the place looked clean. However, on the bowsprit, a man was sitting, grinning and waving to the girls.

»Let’s wait until he has disappeared!«, Nesrin whispered, but the pirate now made an inviting gesture.

»I just cleaned the place! Now, it’s clean enough even for a Princess! Just feel free to do whatever you came for!«

Marguerite gasped, and Nesrin wanted to go, but the man now clicked his tongue and produced a pistol from his belt. Still grinning, he said:

»I just invited you to do whatever you came for! Or do you need an extra invitation from my little toy here?«

For a while, none of them said anything. The pirate leaned on the bowsprit, letting the barrel of his pistol do little circles. Nesrin thought of telling him that the Captain sure would have him punished if he harmed them, but perhaps, he would feel provoked, and in addition, it would be a weak solace if he got flogged after one of them had been injured or killed.

»Oh merde!«

Marguerite glanced at the man, went to one of the seats and sat down, trying to drape her nightgown in a way that provided him from seeing too much. The pirate chuckled, but then, he looked at Nesrin.

»One seat’s still free!«

He played with the cock of his pistol, and Nesrin knew that she had to choose between dignity and her physical well-being. Reluctantly, she stepped to the other seat. Marguerite at least had been able to hide her private parts, but she would have to peel down her panties. The man licked his lips, and she slowly hooked her thumbs into the waistband.

»Ici!«

Marguerite got up, pointing at something in front of them. The pirate thought it was a trick, but then, he turned around, and when Nesrin looked, she could also see the small spot dancing on the waves. It was a small boat.

The pirate immediately turned serious and led them back on deck where he alarmed a few crew members, including the Captain who sent a man with a brass telescope up the mast. Soon, he yelled downwards:

»A small dinghy, with three – holy crap!«

Despite the Captain angrily asking what was going on, the man in the lookout just kept on watching the small boat that now could also be seen from the deck. The Captain yelled for a second telescope, and then, he climbed into the shrouds to see what fascinated his crewman so much. When he returned to the deck, he grinned like a Cheshire Cat and looked at the assembled men.

»Three months ago, when we were in the harbour of Bridgetown, did any of you not pay the whores?«

His men chuckled, but seemed confused, and he added:

»There are three women in this boat – all of them almost naked!«

Nesrin exchanged a look with Marguerite, but now, the girls were grabbed, and the Captain ordered:

»Now, we want to have a little fun! Bind and gag them, and get the black dancer here on deck, too!«

With two men holding each of them, Marguerite and Nesrin couldn’t do much as now, their wrists were tied behind their backs with rough hemp ropes. Nesrin’s hair was pulled back, and one of the men forced a large rag into her mouth, securing it by a cloth he tied between her lips. She could see that Marguerite was gagged similarly, and then, they were forced to crouch behind the railing. Nesrin saw that the man holding her down was the one who had tried to watch her pee.

»No sound, or it will be your last!«

He once again drew his pistol, and then, Nesrin mewed as he pushed the barrel into her panties.

»I said, no sound!«

He moved the barrel back and forth, so it rubbed over her pubic mound. Nesrin panted and bit down on her gag not to scream. In the corner of her eye, she could see Fleur who was also bound and gagged. She was guarded by the bulky man on whose lap she had been sitting, and he treated her all but respectfully, just keeping his muscular arm around her.

The Captain and a few others now put on clean blue jackets and three-piked hats, and though she got so humiliatingly distracted, Nesrin understood: they wanted to fake that they were honest seafarers. The Captain now held a brass megaphone to his mouth.

»Ahoy, dinghy! Seems you need help!«

After a few seconds, Nesrin could hear a female voice answer in English:

»We just need some water and food, and some clothes, we have to be at Martinique by the evening!«

It was Lilly’s voice! Nesrin mewed and wanted to sit up, but the man now tightened his grip and pressed her against the planks. Helpless, Nesrin overheard the conversation between Lilly and the Captain.

She remembered what the Captain had said about three almost naked women, and she wondered what had happened to Lilly – and who was number three, given the fact that one of the others was Daisy.

Of course, it had been careless of Lilly to say that they were just on their way to Martinique, as if they were doing a boat trip. In this century, women didn’t do such trips on their own; at least not improperly dressed. However, the Captain just told her to come closer, so they could hand her what she wanted.

»Like the bad wolf, luring Red Riding Hood to come closer!«, Nesrin thought and whimpered, but couldn’t do nothing as, hidden by the railing, two of the pirates prepared grappling hooks, waiting for the Captain’s order.

»All right, just a little closer!«, the Captain now ordered, and then, things happened very quickly. The grappling hooks were thrown, and then, Nesrin could see two or three men jump overboard. There were a few screams, and then, two more men produced a rope ladder and threw it down to the dinghy.

The first to enter up was Daisy, dressed in a white lacy bra and matching high-cut panties. She looked around and when she saw Nesrin, she approached her, but was stopped by one of the men grabbing her arm.

Next was Lilly, also just in black bra and panties, and she was also kept from getting to her. Finally, another black woman climbed up the ladder. To Nesrin’s amazement, she was completely naked. She was small, and when she saw the three bound and gagged girls, Fleur moaned, and the woman staggered forward.

»Nyala!«

»Uuhmmmmph!«

She too was grabbed, and now, Nesrin recognized her as the woman with the cloak who had been on the boat when they had been kidnapped. The Captain allowed the three girls to get up, and though the man withdrew his pistol from her panties, Nesrin felt far from being relieved.

»Seems to me you already know each other«, the Captain asked Lilly who stood closest to him. Lilly, trying to break free from the man’s grip, fumed:

»She’s a friend of mine! Let her go!«

»A friend? Really?«

His tone made Lilly frown, and Nesrin now felt a shiver run down her spine: if Lilly said something wrong, her cover would be blown!

»Nnnngg! Mmhhrrrmm!«

Nesrin desperately shook her head, trying to wriggle off her gag. Lilly stared at her, and she ordered:

»Let Nesrin go! Please!«

Now, Marguerite also groaned, and Lilly realized she had made an involuntary mistake. However, it was too late now. The Captain stepped in the middle of the ring built by his men, and he pointed at Nesrin.

»So – Valentine de Maine! Seems that you are known under an alias, eh? Or rather, Valentine de Maine’s the alias!«

He fell silent for a few moments, obviously having to think about the whole situation. Lilly now murmured an excuse, staring at Nesrin, whilst Daisy still angrily tried to break free. Sayana said something towards Fleur in her native language, but the men all seemed to wait for their Captain’s decision.

»Now«, he started after a prolonged pause, »what do we have here? Yet another barely dressed girl, and she seems to know you, Nesrin!«

He used her real name as if it was an accusation.

»Your friend seems to have nothing to wear, but she travels with two slaves!«

The ensuing laughter was interrupted by Daisy snapping:

»I am no slave, Bastard!«

This caught the Captain off-guard, for he just stared at her with an open mound. Then, however, he burst out laughing, and his men fell in.

»Captain Bastard!«, one of them crowed, and the Captain had to wait until he could continue his speech:

»Well, Milady«, he mockingly bowed towards Daisy, »I think we have to hand this subject to the proper authorities! If nobody will bid for you at the slave market at Bridgetown, you may be free to go!«

He approached daisy who writhed in the grip of two men.

»However, I am sure that someone will pay a nice sum for you – Milady!«

Daisy tried to ram her knee into his groins, but she was pulled backwards, and the Captain laughed. Then, he grabbed her bra between the cups and ripped it off with one brutal yank. Daisy gasped, and the men hooted as the Captain threw the torn bra to some raise hands.

»This one says ›34C‹!«, the literate pirate read from the label. However, most of his comrades were more interested in Daisy’s bare boobs. The Captain, however, now turned to Sayana who still was trying to talk to Fleur.

»Would you mind stopping your gibberish when I am talking?«

»She’s my sister!«, Sayana said in French, and the Captain’s knowledge was enough to understand her. He obviously was convinced that she didn’t also speak English, and so, he turned towards Lilly:

»Do you speak French, too?«

Lilly nodded, and he pointed at Sayana.

»She says that this girl«, he pointed at Fleur, »is her sister! Tell her that I can’t tell if there’s a family resemblance as long as one is still wearing clothes!«

This seemed to please the men who had already had the opportunity to admire Sayana’s forms, and who had seen Fleur a few hours ago. Only the bulky man seemed a bit hesitant. With her voice trembling, Lilly translated the Captain’s words.

»Leave her alone! Take me, but leave her alone!«, Sayana yelled. She vigorously fought to get her arms free, and suddenly, one of the men was indeed thrown to the planks. The other one jumped backwards when she let out a loud, animalistic growl. Sayana now stood bent forward, staring at the pirates with her eyes as big as saucers. Lilly’s chest heaved, and her heart pounded hard. This was a real witch!

The pirates stood around her; none of them was a coward, but they were all superstitious, and none of them wanted to be the first to make a false move. Sayana now moved like a wildcat, slowly, but alert, and she hissed at the man next to her. He jumped back, landing on his backside, and continued his retreat on all fours.

Now, Sayana paused, panting from the effort. The hours of bound and gagged torture at the mill took their toll, and she also needed to figure out what to do about Nyala. Another pirate stepped forward. His knees trembled, but he held a crucifix in his hand, raising it against her. Sayana hissed and made a step towards him. He dropped the cross and withdrew, but the moment of distraction had allowed the Quartermaster to hit Sayana’s back. The man had only used his fist, and she just staggered forward, but obviously, this little attack showed that Sayana wasn’t invincible.

Now, two, three, four men threw themselves upon her, wrestling her down. For a few moments, Lilly hoped that Sayana would raise again, throwing the men through the air to all sides, but after a short struggle, they were pinning her down. Sayana made muffled sounds from under the jacket one of the men had slung around her head.

»Tie some cannon balls to her feet – and then throw her overboard!«, the Quartermaster ordered.

»No!«

It was the Captain, and his protest made the men stare at him, some even grunting. Obviously, the majority was on the Quartermaster’s side. However, the Captain now showed his trademark wolfish grin, though it looked a bit strained this time.

»As we just could see, she isn’t almighty! All we have to do is stow her well, so she can never again try such a thing!«

»Are you mad? Do you want the ship to be doomed? And what do you want her for, a fucking mascot?«

Now, some of the men laughed nervously. The Captain waited until there was silence; then, he said:

»You remember the fugitive slave, the one who sold me the plan of the mansion? Well, he had something else to tell for his money!«

He told his crew that the former slave had mentioned the Comte had a real witch among his slave women, and that it was very unlikely that the woman still weakly struggling under the weight of the men wasn’t said witch. The Quartermaster repeated his demand to throw her overboard.

»If she really were that powerful, how comes that she’s still a slave, and the Comte still hasn’t turned into a toad – even if that would require little magic, if I remember how he looks like!«

This time, a few men laughed on the Captain’s joke, and he took the chance to pull the others on his side, too:

»I say, let’s offer her to him, too! If he pays, we have more gold to spend, and if he refuses, we can still send her to the fishes! So, who wants her dead?«

The Quartermaster immediately raised his hand, but only a few followed him. So, the Captain ordered:

»Get her away! And take extra good care she can’t even think of doing any more witchcraft to us!«

Whilst the men dragged Sayana away, the Captain looked at Fleur who had watched the outburst of Sayana’s powers and her defeat with widened eyes. The bulky man still stood beside her, but he looked more than puzzled.

»Now, Little John! Still wanna stick your dick in witch’s sister?«

The man shook his head and stepped one step back. The Captain pointed at two men and ordered:

»Get her and the other one into the cargo load, to the other loot for Bridgetown!«

A rather frightened Fleur and a still fighting Daisy were dragged away, too. Lilly protested, and the Captain looked at her, as if he had just remembered she still was there, too.

»Now, only you are left! You and your friend – what was her name? Or should I say, the most honourable Valentine de Maine?«

Lilly said nothing, and Nesrin also didn’t try to make herself noticeable through her gag. The Captain once again grinned.

»I think I know your little secret. For some reason, Marguerite de Rey got in contact with two whores. Maybe, she has some desires her father mustn’t know about; maybe, he even paid for you, to keep his little daughter happy. Anyway, you are liars – and thus, you deserve to be punished!«

On his order, Lilly’s hands were tied behind her back. Then, the Captain made Nesrin step forward, his hand brushing gently through her black curls. To Lilly, he said:

»Your friend’s a good dancer, and she also has very nice coconuts! So, if you remind me and my men about how pretty they are, I might not punish you two too hard!«

He tightened his grip on Nesrin’s hair, forcing her to stand still. Then, he expectingly looked at Lilly who stared at her friend. She could see how the Persian gulped, but then, she nodded slightly, and Lilly approached her.

Nesrin’s breasts were covered by the red sash she had taken from Fleur, and it was knotted at the small of her back. Lilly turned around, so she could reach for the knots, and she undid the cloth, so Nesrin’s breasts were revealed. The applause and hooting were a bit quieter than before: they had seen her like this before, they still were a bit shocked from the outburst of witchcraft they had just seen, and they wanted to know what kind of punishment the Captain had in mind.

»Sorry!«, Lilly whispered to her blushing friend. The Captain let the sash run through his fingers; then, he reached for a rag and without warning, stuffed it into Lilly’s mouth. The sash was then tied between her lips, and he then made Lilly kneel. To Nesrin, he said:

»Now, do you want me to only punish the little brunette?«

»Nnnnggg!«

Nesrin shook her head, though she knew that this was only the beginning of yet another frivolous joke. And indeed, the Captain told her to »show whether her friend was also worth a look!«

Nesrin stepped behind Lilly’s back, but when she had turned around and wanted to crouch, the Captain insisted that she kept her legs straight, forcing her to arch her back, her boobs pointing in the air, to reach for the clasp of Lilly’s bra. Since it was strapless, it came off easily, a gasp telling Nesrin that she had been successful. The men then commented on the fact that the girl’s boobs were fairer than the rest of her skin, since she had been wearing a bikini when she had been at the beach, a fact that was emphasized when she blushed down to her cleavage.

The Captain handed the bra to the man who could read, and he spelled:

»34C, too! I think it has something to do with the size of their coconuts!«

»Well, maybe, it’s a scale then?«, another man joked, and his comrades laughed. Lilly would not have considered herself prudish, but now with, two dozen men staring at her bare breasts, she would have longed for an oversized sweater. Nesrin was made to kneel beside her, and the Captain again raised his voice:

»All right, now, let’s get you punished! Marguerite, go back to your chamber!«

However, the blonde stepped beside Nesrin instead, so close she could touch her shoulder with her fingertips. The Captain frowned, and in a sharper tone, he said:

»Go to your chamber – unless I have to assume you want to participate in your – friends’ punishment!«

Marguerite let out a fluttering breath, and her legs trembled, but she remained by Nesrin’s side. The Captain shrugged.

»All right, maybe, I am doing what your father missed to do!«

He turned towards a man with a wooden leg.

»Cookie, get me a big coconut! I mean, a real one!«, he added, leering at the girls’ boobs. The man staked away and returned with the demanded little later. The Captain weighed it in his hand. Then, he told the girls to get shoulder to shoulder. They shuffled a bit closer, but he didn’t seem satisfied.

»Marguerite, I meant the shoulders of both your friends!«

This caused some mewing as the girls changed into the demanded position. Forming a triangle wasn’t the problem, but now, their breasts’ sides touched, a feeling that was quite awkward for them. The Captain took care that they were close; then, he grabbed the neckline of Marguerite’s nightgown and ripped it from her, rendering her naked, the girl moaned, but didn’t dare to jump up, for Lilly’s and Nesrin’s bodies were the only things protecting her from being completely exposed.

»Now, for the coconut!«

He reached over Lilly’s head, holding it between them, so the rough surface brushed over their breasts. Then, he announced:

»As long as this coconut doesn’t touch the planks, you will not get whipped! But if you drop it – well, the previous owner of this ship had a very nasty cat-o-nine-tails!«

He waited until the girls had understood his message and shuffled and wriggled until the coconut was nested between their breasts. They had to lean forward to prevent it from falling, forcing them to thrust out their butts.

»Just keep it up there, no matter what happens!«

He stepped behind Nesrin and, deliberately doing it very slowly, peeled her panties down to her knees. The girl’s breasts heaved, and she whimpered through her gag, but she managed to keep her position, her cheeks crimson red. Lilly’s panties were pulled down, too, followed by some more lewd comments on Lilly’s other tan line there, and then, the Captain stepped away.

Now, the music played, a rather slow song, with a slap on the tambourines every few seconds. Lilly wondered where, apart from the humiliation, the punishment was, when a few of the men started to walk around them in circles. The next time there would have been the tambourines, the sound was a triple »Smack!« when three strong hands landed on three pairs of exposed buttocks. The girls whimpered, and the Captain mockingly reminded them of the coconut. They bit down on their gags, mashed their breasts harder together, and tried to endure it as the spanking continued.

Maybe, it was because she came from a time where corporal punishment was the norm, but it was in fact Marguerite who was the last to start sobbing as the painful tingling became unbearable. As soon as all three girls cried, the Captain stopped the spanking, and the girls collapsed on the planks. Lilly could see the red marks on their breasts where the coconut had been, and she knew that their buttocks looked much worse.

Their ties were cut, and the men poured a few buckets of sea water over them. Lilly and Nesrin pulled up their panties, and still gagged, they staggered to the chamber, accompanied by a man who handed them a bottle of rum and then left, laughing. The girls ungagged themselves, and then, Nesrin looked at Marguerite, stark naked and panting.

»Why did you stay?«

As an answer, Marguerite kissed her.

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