Skulls, Bones and Flowers 10

Alceste stepped close behind Marguerite, and Nesrin could see how the blonde suddenly panted, and her eyes widened. Then, she watched the loincloth of Marguerite move; Alceste had grabbed the part covering her cleft and slowly pulled it from between her legs.

»You may take the shirt and pants over there and get dressed, he said, releasing her from her bonds and pointing to a corner. The girl obeyed after a last pitiful look at Nesrin, and Alceste brought the loincloth to his nose, taking a deep breath.

Without a warning, his left darted forward, grabbing Nesrin’s hair and forcing her to raise her head. Marguerite, who was just putting the shirt over her head, protested, but Alceste forced the loincloth into the helpless girl’s mouth.

»She might want to have a memory of you!«, he laughed as he then loosened the gag hanging around Nesrin’s neck. He wedged the knot between her jaws, forcing the loincloth even deeper inside Nesrin’s oral cavity, and then knotted it at her nape, tighter than it had been applied before.

Nesrin retched and hyperventilated through her nose. Her main problem wasn’t that the cloth had been between Marguerite’s legs for some hours, though this added to its vile taste. But the gag was also large, and it was still damp with sea water. She mewed and squirmed in her bonds, ignoring the pain in her strained shoulders.

»No! You are hurting her!«

Marguerite now stood beside Alceste, dressed only in the shirt that covered her butt and loins. She wanted to get to Nesrin, but he stopped her by grabbing her arm.

»I am sure the little whore is fine! However, I might ease things a bit for her and the brunette – if you behave well, Marguerite!«

He let her go, and Marguerite stood there, her eyes wandering between him and Nesrin. Nesrin knew what Alceste had in mind, and she also knew that it would only make things worse for Marguerite the more she wanted to help her. So, She forced herself to stop squirming and mewing, and she just stood there, staring at Marguerite’s feet and oppressing the urge to swallow.

Alceste told his henchman to get one of the others in, too. Then, he turned to Marguerite, grabbing her chin.

»Of course, since you will be my wife soon, you may also have some saying in how these two are treated! Do you want them to be released from their strappado?«

»Yes!«, Marguerite blurted, and to the surprise of the girls, Alceste ordered the two men that just entered the cave to release the girls’ hands. They were warned not to touch their gags, but were allowed to shake their aching arms and rub their wrists. Then, however, Alceste looked at them and said:

»These – things you are wearing around your loins – give them to me!«

»Alceste, you promised-«, Marguerite began, but he just raised his hand to shut her up. Then, he explained, in a way as if it was the rules of a funny game:

»I promised to make things easier for them! And without these – things, it will be easier for them to follow nature! After all, they will have to stay here for some time!«

Lilly and Nesrin stood motionless. They had understood the man’s order, but none of them wanted to lower the last barrier between them and complete nudity. Alceste grinned.

»Marguerite, your friend needs a little help! And the brunette may choose whether she does it by herself or wants one of my men to assist her!«

Now, both henchmen stared at Lilly who had reflexively crossed her arms over her breasts. As one of them made a step towards her, she sighed and put her hands on her hips. Trying not to give too much of a display, she peeled down her black panties, stepped out of them and handed them into Alceste’s hand. Then, she withdrew to the wall, shielding her boobs with one arm whilst her other hand covered her pubic area.

Marguerite had meanwhile approached Nesrin and hissed her cheek before putting her hands on the other’s hips.

»Forgive me, please!«

It took her all her remaining strength to slightly nod, and Marguerite then lowered her panties and handed them to Alceste who examined both in a way that made Lilly and Nesrin blush. Then, he handed Lilly’s panties to Marguerite.

»Put these on!«

Marguerite stared at the garment as if it was a venomous snake, but when one of the men reached for the whip, she reluctantly stepped into the leg openings and pulled them up her legs, trying to keep her loins covered by the shirt. Alceste tossed Nesrin’s purple and white striped panties to the other man and told him to gag Lilly.

Lilly knew that whatever she would do would only prolong the ordeal by seconds, and maybe, she would even get whipped. Or, even worse, Nesrin and maybe even Marguerite would get whipped. So, when the man loosened her gag, she took a few deep breaths and then, she reluctantly opened her mouth.

»Cat babies! Cat babies!«, she thought, repeating the image like a mantra as she tried to ignore the bitter and salty taste of the cotton panties, and the fact that they had been worn by Nesrin since their abduction – was this really just two days from now? In between, they had been used to gag Marguerite, and in addition, they still tasted of the Caribbean Sea.

Once the panties were stuffed into her mouth entirely and the knotted cloth had been reapplied, Alceste looked at them and ordered:

»I can make things easier, but we have to make sure that you stay here! In addition, those of my men I will leave behind to guard you will not have their way with you only if I grant them at least a few liberties!«

Both Lilly and Nesrin had to kneel on the stone floor; then, the two henchmen once again tied their hands by crossing their wrists behind their napes and fixing the ends around their necks, albeit the latter was loose enough to not block their breathing. However, the position forced them not only to present their breasts, but to also thrust them out a bit.

They then had to get up, and now, all interest focussed on Lilly, or, to be more precisely, on her tan lines. The fact that she had obviously exposed herself to the sun just wearing a bikini seemed to prove that she was a slut, and though Lilly knew the truth, she blushed all over, even more as there were more comments on her partially shaved pubic hair.

Marguerite once again pleaded, and Alceste stopped the men who started groping the two then. Now, Lilly and Nesrin had to stand back to back, right under the ceiling beam their wrists had been tied to previously. Ropes were threaded under their arms from the front, and though this led to more groping, the men just tied the ends off to the beam. To the girls’ surprise, these ropes were quite loose, and they guessed that they perhaps even could sit down.

Next, their ankles were tied to the ends of two sticks, each some yard in length. The position wasn’t painful, not even inconvenient, but now, they no longer could close their legs. Alceste now whispered something into the ear of one of the men, and then, he reached for a black cloth.

»Allow me!«

He tied the cloth over Marguerite’s eyes, but left her otherwise unrestrained. The girl had put on the pants, and she offered no resistance as he now led her away, once again reminding her that Lilly’s and Nesrin’s well-being depended on her own »good behaviour«.

Once they had left, the two men approached, one holding another rope in his hands, whilst the other brought a folded blanket.

»Don’t worry, we will only do what Alceste told us – taking care you are comfortable, and don’t get touched too much!«

The one with the blanket placed it under their feet, but Lilly was more concerned by the other one who let his eyes wander over her exposed front as he doubled the rope. Then, he slung it around her waist, and when she heard a mew and felt the touch of Nesrin’s back and buttocks, she knew that the rope belt tied the two of them together at their waists.

»We are so obedient, you even get a chastity belt!«

He pushed the rope ends between their open thighs, and his comrade who stood din front of Nesrin took them. Lilly mewed with uneasiness as the rough hemp touched her soft flesh – a mew that turned into a squeal of pain when the man now pulled the slack out. Nesrin joined in the squirming and moaning when the rope was threaded through her rope belt and then got tightened  again. The rope ends were long, and so, the men repeated the game of threading them between their legs two times before the ropes were knotted off.

Both girls stood with heaving chests as they tried to cope with the painful irritation of no less than six rough ropes running between their legs, chaffing their clits and labia. Each movement now seemed to have consequences on their most intimate parts.

»As long as the Countess behaves, these will only come off to allow you to follow nature!«, one of the henchmen chuckled. Then, he bowed. Lilly thought it was a mocking gesture, but he grabbed the stick spreading her ankles.

»And in the meantime, you may even sit down!«

He firmly pulled on the stick, and on the other side, his accomplice did the same to Nesrin’s spreader bar.

»Hhrrrrrmmmmm!«

»Uuhhmmmmmmm! Mmhrrrrmmmmmm!«

Both girls screamed as gravity forced their bodies to the ground. This had the effect that the ropes between their legs tightened even more, and in addition, the ropes running through their armpits and below their breasts now also were quite taut.

»Uuuhhmmmm!«

»Mph! Ghhmm! Hhrrrmmm!«

The two men watched their squirming and panting until one of them patted the other’s shoulder. They sat down close to their captives, and whilst one produced a bottle, the other took a leather mug with three dice from his pocket.

***

As they were led out of the female slaves’ quarters, Daisy desperately hoped that Sayana had just made a strange compliment to her when she had mentioned her temporary weakness. However, she was more dragged than led by the two men holding her arms, after they had blindfolded her with a rag. Two others had taken care of Daisy who tried to break free, but to no avail.

Toussaint led the little group, and they were brought to an elderly white man who seemed rather annoyed that he had to take care of two returned fugitives.

»As you may have noticed, the Comte’s daughter got abducted! I know, some of the slaves may think that this is a good opportunity to run away, but at least, these two didn’t get very far!«

»So, you want us to get them back to the hut, Monsieur?«, Toussaint asked. Though he also was a slave, he sounded disappointed. The white man groaned with annoyance.

»Of course, they have to be punished! Just have them whipped!«

Daisy gasped, and the man let his eyes wander over them, as if he was noticing her and Sayana for the first time.

»Hm, this one’s quite pretty, and the other one’s the Comte’s – personal witch! Well, just find something that doesn’t leave permanent damage!«

He turned on his heels, and the two girls were dragged towards the pier where Daisy spotted something that made her legs go wobbly: solid-looking gallows on a wooden podium. On Toussaint’s orders, daisy was leaned against the edge of the podium that was about the height of her waist. Its edge length was  some four feet, and there were iron rings on each corner. Daisy’s wrists were tied to the rings at her sides with leather thongs, and she felt a slight relief that obviously, the gallows would not be used on her. So, she spoke to Toussaint:

»Why are you doing this? Do you think they will show you any respect if you follow their orders? They will juuuhhmmph!«

Toussaint took a cloth from his belt and firmly stuffed it into Daisy’s mouth. The cloth was greyish, and she realized it was Sayana’s loincloth. She retched and tried to fight getting gagged with the foul tasting rag, but Toussaint just grabbed her scalp and forced her head backwards, so he could press the gag to the back of her throat.

»Uuhhmm! Ghhmmm!«

»The taste of the witch! You should like it!«

He produced a contraption made of leather and metal. An iron plate was forced between Daisy’s teeth, and leather straps were buckled at her nape, so tight it cut into the corners of her mouth. Daisy fought her gag reflex, but another strap now went over her head and under her chin, forcing her to bite down hard on her gag when it was buckled tight. Finally, a wet piece of leather was tied over the lower half of Daisy’s face. Then, Toussaint said something in an African idiom. The two men that had finished tying her wrists now grabbed her ankle and lifted her a bit, so she was sitting on the edge of the podium. Toussaint, who still stood so close the tips of her breasts touched his chest now slowly peeled down her white lacy panties. Daisy fumed and squirmed, but he took the garment from her, placing it in his belt. Then, he stepped onto the podium.

Now, Daisy’s legs were raised and pulled over her, so she had to lie down on her back, staring at the gallows’ noose above her head. Toussaint and one of the men tied her ankles to the other two rings on the podium’s corners, so Daisy had to look up between her splayed legs, and her butt pointed into the air. Toussaint placed his meaty hand on her exposed pubic mound and groped her middle whilst he watched as his comrades took care of Sayana.

Daisy’s panties were forced into her mouth, before another harness was buckled in place, fixing her jaws and preventing her from spitting out her gag. In her case, not only was a wet leather band tied over her mouth, but also over her already blindfolded eyes.

Her arms were folded behind her back and tied wrist to opposite elbow with leather thongs. Then, another thong was doubled, slung around her waist and threaded between her legs. Sayana, who had suffered silently so far, now whimpered and groaned as the thongs were brought over her folded lower arms and then, the man pulled until the straps had completely disappeared between her labia, and the crotch strap seemed to bisect her crotch. The ends were brought back to the front and, after a few pulls to get them even tighter, they were tied off at her navel.

Though the slightest movement increased the pain between her legs, Toussaint made er climb the podium, where her legs were tied above the knees. Then, by grabbing her scalp and directing her, he made her kneel and pressed her face between Daisy’s legs.

»Mhhmm! Nnngg!«, Daisy protested as she felt the touch of the other’s face, and even her pants from her nostrils. Toussaint addressed his men:

»You heard Monsieur, no lasting damage!«

He added something in his mother tongue, and the four men gathered around Sayana and Daisy. Then, the punishment started. Toussaint pushed Sayana’s face deeper into Daisy’s womb, so she was nearly choking. With his other hand, he began to spank the woman’s thrust out butt.

Daisy mewed when she felt the vibration of Sayana’s oppressed groan. Then, however, the other men came to work. Two of them now slapped her buttocks, and the other two took care of her soles by tickling them.

»Mmhhrrrrrrmmmmm! Ghhhmmhhmmhmmmm! Nnnngggg!«

Helplessly, Daisy thrashed in her unyielding bonds and screamed into her gag, forced to spasm and gasping from helpless laughter. The tickling was terrible, it even distracted her from her tingling buttocks, and from the face pressed against her pussy she was rubbing all over it in her frantic struggling.

She had no idea how long the ordeal had lasted, but only when she finally saw something else than bright stars dancing in front of her eyes, she realized it had stopped. She panted heavily, and now, she felt the burning of her buttocks as the distraction of the tickling and Sayana’s screams had vanished. Her body was covered with sweat, and her throat felt numb from her helpless screams.

»You will soon forget about that pain!«, Toussaint promised, patting her tingling buttocks. Then, he slung a doubled thong around her waist and threaded the ends between her legs from behind. Daisy reared up and moaned as he pulled the slack out, holding the ends he had pushed through her waist strap again in one hand, but not knotting them off.

»Nnggg! Mhhmmph!«

To her horror, Sayana was now lifted from the ground, and the noose was put over her neck. It was not too tight, but Daisy soon felt the next perfidy of the men: carefully, they lowered Sayana down onto her, so she had to stand on Daisy’s thrust out buttocks. Daisy was an athletic woman, but the strain in her back had been bad before, but now, it became agonizing. The small and rather petite Sayana couldn’t weigh more than some 100 or 110 lbs, but to Daisy, it felt as if her lower spine was breaking, and she groaned through her gag.

Toussaint tied the ends of Daisy’s crotch rope off to Sayana’s unbound feet. He had tied them so she could still move her feet, trying to find better balance as her toes brushed over Daisy’s pubic mound, and her heels dug into her sore buttocks. The crotch rope wasn’t as tight as Sayana’s, but if she staggered, she would not only strangle herself, but also make Daisy suffer even more.

»See you tomorrow!«, Toussaint laughed and jumped from the podium. The men left, leaving Daisy and Sayana alone in their agonizing predicament.

***

After some minutes on horseback, Alceste had taken off Marguerite’s blindfold, and when they approached the mansion, he stopped and dismounted.

»It would look a bit strange if we sat in the same saddle«, he said with a grin, and Marguerite just shivered. During the trip, he had told her what to say, so their stories about her »rescue« would match. Also, he had taken advantage of the fact she had been sitting in front of him, men’s style, wedged between the pommel and Alceste.

What had confused her more than his hand on her breast, or the pommel constantly pressing against her pubic area, had been what she had felt touching her backside. Being raised at a plantation, Marguerite knew how men and women differed, and after having read a forbidden book an acquaintance of her had once showed her, she also had a vague idea of what wife and husband were doing when they were alone. How their bodies were meant to fit to each other.

»Wife and husband!«

The idea of becoming Alceste’s wife disgusted her – and now, as he walked silently in front of her, leading the horse by its reins, she thought that somehow, the whole idea of being together with a man wasn’t too appealing.

»However, I will have to get used to it!«

Alceste’s plan was mean, even monstrous – but it was also brilliant. Even if he kept his mouth shut, people would assume that the pirates had taken her virginity, and she would no longer be considered a good marriage. Her potential fiancés would be 50 years old plantation owners whose first wife had died – or men like Alceste who weren’t of noble birth, but considered honourable enough. After all, she was just the daughter of a little Comte from the colonies, not a Royal Princess.

»Honourable!«

In Marguerite grew the wish to grab a stone and slam it on Alceste’s head. However, he would have blocked her, or, if she managed to hurt him, punish her. And even if she would hit him hard enough, what would be won? Perhaps, her father would not marry her to him if she told him her version of the story, but she had no idea where Nesrin and Lilly were kept. To save Nesrin, she had to join in Alceste’s game.

The had reached a hill from which she could see the beach, and at the pier, she could see that despite her abduction, the plantation’s routine was going on: obviously, one of the slaves had done something to be punished by what her father called »standing the gallows«. The slave would be put into the noose, but placed onto a stool, tied, and he would be left for hours, knowing that if he staggered, he would die.

Marguerite lowered her eyes. Somehow, the last two days had make her question her opinion on races. She remembered how Daisy had acted and behaved like one of the others, and how they had accepted it. Neither Nesrin nor Lilly had felt appalled by her behaviour.

When she thought of Nesrin, she felt a painful grip on her heart, and she oppressed a sob. She hoped that Alceste would keep his word – and the thought that his benevolence depended on her compliance made a shiver run down her spine.

»The Countess! It’s the Countess!«

One of the kitchen slaves plucking a chicken in the yard had seen them, and soon, the news of her return had spread. Marguerite found herself surrounded by people, black and white, and she could hear indistinct murmur, as if she was watching from a distant point.

Her father forced himself through the crowd, a relieved smile on his face. Marguerite heard him say something, but when she saw him take Alceste’s hand and shook it firmly, the girl suddenly saw everything go in circles, and then, she fainted.

***

Daisy had no idea if they were guarded by someone sitting where she couldn’t see him, but nevertheless, she knew that she wasn’t going anywhere if nobody would come for help. Those who had tied her wrists and ankles had done a good job.

After some writhing, she had found out that, if she relaxed her leg muscles, she could lower her lower back to the planks, giving it a little relief. However, this forced Sayana to go on the tips of her toes, and so, Daisy had always forced herself to raise her pelvis after a short time, though now, her spine was aflame, and she had muscle cramps. The leather band over her mouth had dried in the sun, adding additional discomfort to her gag. Her jaws felt numb, and the dense packing had soaked off her saliva, drying her throat.

She looked at Sayana, who had it even worse. She was tightly blindfolded, but of course, she could feel the noose around her neck, and she knew that she was standing on Daisy’s buttocks and thighs. The mere look of the crotch rope made Daisy feel pity: her own was inconvenient and irritating, but Sayana’s was much tighter, turning every move into a false move.

She looked at the sky that was quickly darkening, and she remembered what Toussaint had said about them having to stay like that until the next morning. However, perhaps, Marguerite and the others could figure something out.

She heard a commotion, and by arching her head back, she could see the yard in front of the mansion, albeit upside down. There was a horse, and on it, a girl with long blonde hair. People had gathered around her, and then, she had fallen from the horse and had been carried inside.

Daisy was sure it had been Marguerite – but why had she arrived on a horse, and why had there been no sign of either Lilly or Nesrin?

She could find a few explanations when she thought about reasons for their absence, but they all had in common that they were very discouraging.

***

The way Alceste’s henchmen had placed them, only Lilly could watch them gamble and drink, accompanied by laughing and cursing. One of them always seemed to be outside, to guard the cave, so there were usually three of them. Occasionally, the one who had to be on his post was replaced, and sometimes, one of the men went for a new bottle or followed nature. On these occasions, this man always strolled over to the girls and fondled them a bit, but so far, they hadn’t gone further in molesting their captives.

Not that Lilly had much to be happy about. The way they were tied not only hurt, sitting back to back forced both of them to sit upright in an inconvenient way. The rope under her arms prevented her from leaning forward, but the ropes between her legs had told her the hard way that she should only do very small movements, and no abrupt twitching.

Lilly gulped. She shivered, for now, a disgusting melange of sea water and saliva ran down her throat, filtered by Nesrin’s panties. Now, she knew what Marguerite had endured the night before, and she let out a faint groan.

She flexed her numb fingers, brushing over Nesrin’s as she did so. The touch of her friend was the only thing that offered a little solace, and she tried to keep the grip.

Nesrin, who had to stare at the wall, was suffering even worse, since she knew what Alceste would Marguerite force to do once he had brought her back to the plantation. The thought of the blonde Countess was so dominant Nesrin ignored the pain between her legs and in her limbs, the vile taste of the loincloth in her mouth, and even the rough hands that occasionally groped her breasts. Even the dire fate waiting for her and Lilly, given the fact that Alceste kept his word, wasn’t as strong as her worries for Marguerite.

She felt Lilly’s fingers, and though she sensed the other’s kindness and compassion, Nesrin let out a deep, long sigh as she carefully shifted her position.

***

»Thank you, I prefer being alone!«

The maid, one of the kitchen slaves that had been told to do Fleur’s job, curtseyed and left the room. Marguerite leaned back in the bathtub and stared at the ceiling.

When she had regained her consciousness, she had found herself in her own bedroom, with two of the female slaves taking care of her. They had taken the borrowed clothes from her, and when one of them had frowned at the black panties, Marguerite had told her to put these aside.

A bath had been prepared for her, and Marguerite had gratefully sunk into the water, being able to wash away the salt and dirt, albeit not the bad memories, and her fears about the future. Somehow, she had managed to act as usual when the slaves had washed and brushed her hair, and the only difference was that she was friendly, almost shy, not even complaining when the hairbrush felt a bit painful when working its way through her tresses.

However, she now wanted to wash herself in private, and so, she sent the remaining maid away. Whilst she used the washcloth, she thought about what she could do to avoid becoming Alceste’s wife without endangering Nesrin.

»Perhaps, I can poison him!«

Marguerite was a bit dismayed by such thoughts, but what concerned her more was that she had no idea how she could get any poison. Sure, they had some arsenic for the rats, but she had heard it tasted so disgusting that a man would even notice it in rum or coffee. In addition, it would take her weeks until there would be an opportunity. Weeks in which Nesrin and Lilly would be still in the clutches of the four gangsters!

»Uhhmm!«

Marguerite mewed with panic when suddenly, a hand clamped over her mouth. She tried to fight it off when she looked into the grinning face of Alceste.

»I came over the balcony – just like the pirates the night before did!«

He told Marguerite not to scream, and then, he took a towel, waiting for her like Fleur would have done. Marguerite desperately hoped for one of the maids to enter, but Alceste towelled her. Then, he told her to tell the maids they would not be needed until the next morning.

Pale as a sheet, Marguerite obeyed, and when she had closed the door, Alceste turned the key. Then, he let his eyes wander over her naked body.

»I just had a longer talk with your father, Marguerite! Of course, he was very upset about your well-being, but I could assure him that you are not physically hurt. Of course, no one can say what the pirates did to you that can’t be seen!«

»Th-the same th-thing you w-want to d-d-do to m-me«, she stammered, and Alceste began a loud laugh, but managed to oppress it to a chuckle.

»I hope you will find it more appealing! After all, it will be what we will do once we are married. Or, maybe, even a bit earlier!«

He approached her, and Marguerite shied back until the bed stopped her.

»I-I’ll scream!«, she croaked, and Alceste showed a mean grin.

»If so, your father will storm inside, and I will tell him that I got confused by the signals you sent me when I discovered you on that raft, almost naked. Maybe, he will believe you – but in that case, your poor friends won’t see the sun again!«

Marguerite’s lips trembled. Alceste had her in his hand! She watched him reach beside her, and when he withdrew, she saw Lilly’s panties dangle from his index finger. Then, he handed them to her, licking his lips.

»To be honest, I have another talk with your father soon! I just wanted to see if you are all right! So, if you put these on for me, and then kiss me, I will retire – until, one not so far day, I will not be able to longer keep away from my future wife’s bedroom!«

Marguerite, feeling disgust, relief and fear at the same time, put on the panties, closely watched by Alceste who once again  licked his lips. Then, he forced his mouth upon her, and somehow, Marguerite managed not to retch when she felt his tongue.

»You seem a little shy, my dear! Seems that the pirates didn’t go too far, and that I will be your first man! Too bad I can’t tell that to your father!«

Alceste groped her breasts before he left via the balcony. Marguerite stood there, naked except for her panties, and her chest heaved from her heavy panting. Some merciful God had prevented her from getting raped now, but even Alceste’s kiss had told her that she couldn’t endure more, not even to save Nesrin!

She thought of Daisy and Sayana. Those two wanted to prepare the potion and meet with her at the mill! Sure, the two had heard that she had returned without them, but together, they could perhaps figure out a plan!

Marguerite knew that if she left now, she would never be able to return to her old life. She thought of her father, this man who had spoiled her, but not showed too much affection, being more interested in running the plantation – or in getting a new concubine.

Marguerite looked at her image in the mirror, and reflexively, she straightened and then, she clenched her fists determinedly.

»I maybe can’t do everything to save you, Nesrin, but I will do whatever I can!«

***