Skulls, Bones and Flowers 11

Daisy ached when she moved her hips, sending agonizing tingles through her lower spine. The strenuous position with her legs pulled over her head, Sayana balancing on her pelvis, and being stringently gagged took its toll, and she knew that she would either shake off Sayana, forcing her to strangle to death, in a desperate attempt to ease her position, or she would faint.

So, when she was writhing weakly, she took some time to realize the drops landing on her body. Being clad with sweat, and with Sayana’s sweat dripping down on her, Daisy could hardly notice any more moisture on her skin, but then, she felt that it had indeed started to rain.

»Uuuhmmmm!«

First, she just thought of the little refreshment they would get from the drops, though it would make them feel even more thirsty, being unable to sip some of it with their firmly gagged mouths. But at least, it would cool her heated body, allowing her to perhaps endure until the next morning.

More and more, the rain turned into a thunderstorm, and daisy felt Sayana’s feet shuffle on her middle, trying to balance out the wind. So, the rain came as a blessing in disguise.

In the light of a lightning strike, she looked up at her companion, and she could see that Sayana still was trying to keep herself upright, despite her predicament being even worse than Daisy’s. For her, it was the third time within 24 hours she was restrained in such a way, and Daisy remembered how it had taken Lilly and her some hour to even untie her.

»We even had to moisten the leather straps, so we could open the knots!«

Then, with the power of a lightning strike, the implication of this sentence struck her: they had been tied up with leather thongs, and in the rain, they would get soaked! Daisy moved her wrists. She felt a pain tingle through them, but then, she realized something else: the tingling was a reaction to her blood circulating again, for they had loosened a bit.

Biting down on her gag, Daisy started to pick on the knots. She whimpered with relief when the first one loosened, remembering the scene from »Amistad«, where Cinque had pulled the nail from the planks. She continued her work, ignoring pain and exhaustion, and finally, her right hand came free.

»Mhhrrmmmm!«

Her triumphant cry was stifled by her gag and the sound of the rainstorm, and so, once she had trust in her arms once again, she massaged her aching spine whilst working to free her other hand, too. Then, she reached up, grabbed Sayana’s feet to signal her that they would soon be free.

Sayana twitched at the surprising touch, and Daisy faced the next problem: had she been tied on her own, freeing her ankles would have been a matter of minutes, but she still had Sayana balancing on herself, and if she moved too much, she would stagger and fall.

So, though her already hurting muscles felt like she would die from pain now, Daisy stretched her arms, and distorted her body, so she could reach her foot and work on the thong tying it to the ring. It came loose, and then, she indeed passed out for a few seconds when her leg swung back into a more natural position.

»Nnnggg! Gghhmmm!«

Daisy blinked, realizing she was still lying on the planks, with one ankle still tied. Her thighs and back were aflame, and she was lying on her side now, having reflexively changed into an almost foetal position. Also, there was a pain between her legs.

»Nnnggg!«

Another lightning stroke, and she saw Sayana, swaying helplessly in her attempt to keep one of her feet on Daisy’s body. She screamed through her gag and tried to change her position, so Sayana wouldn’t strangle herself, whilst she also worked to free her other leg. Sayana’s big toes dug into Daisy’s pubic mound and lower abdomen, but as long as she felt the pressure, she knew that Sayana wasn’t hanging from her neck.

When her ankle came free, she made one last effort to sit up, reaching for Sayana’s legs. Then, she sat there, her lower legs dangling down the podium, with Sayana standing on her thighs. She had slung her arms around the other’s legs, and she wept from relief as she felt how the pain in her body ceased, and she felt that Sayana still was alive and now could stand more easily.

»All right, just a few more knots!«

She began to untie the straps around Sayana’s ankles, and then, she groaned as she was able to remove the crotch rope that had irritated her for hours. It hadn’t been as agonizingly tight as Sayana’s, but it was an experience she never wanted to have again.

Once this was done, Daisy collected her strength for the next task that would be more difficult, for if she failed, she would kill Sayana. She had to get up, so she could remove the noose. And the only way to do this was risky, for she wouldn’t get a second chance.

»All right, Sayana, close your eyes and think of the sensual times we had!«

She reached for Sayana’s crotch rope, and though she felt the other cringe and heard a mew, she tried to ignore the additional pain she was inflicting as she placed her other hand and one foot on the podium. Taking a few breaths, she then darted upwards.

»Uuuhhmmmm!«

»Hhrrrrrrmmmmmm!«

Both girls screamed through their mouth stuffings; Daisy as the swift move made her aching muscles cramp, and Sayana as she felt as if she was split upwards. For a terrible moment, Daisy staggered, but then, she managed to grab the neck rope above the noose whilst her other hand prevented Sayana from falling, albeit she now held her weight by her crotch rope.

»Al right, one more hurdle before we can enjoy the Champaign!«

Daisy pulled on the noose with one hand, trying to get it over Sayana’s head. The knot loosened, and then, she slipped and fell.

»Uuhhmmm! Nnngggg!«

It felt like an eternity, but in reality, it was just a second before she landed in the mud in front of the podium. After a few more seconds, she realized that Sayana was lying on top of her, squirming weakly. She had done it!

She hugged the gagged and blindfolded companion before she started to pick on her bonds, starting by the end of the crotch rope tied to her lower arms. She felt how Sayana cuddled against her, and again, there was this unnatural warmth, accompanied by a slight tingling.

»Save your powers, we will need every bit of it!«

She loosened the rope, and Sayana cringed and let out a deep, long groan. Daisy suddenly felt hilarious, despite what was going on.

»Next time, I want a nice dinner before!«, she thought, pushing her hand between Sayana’s legs to tenderly massage her whilst she untied her wrists. Once her hands were free, Sayana hugged her, and for a few seconds, they just lay there, enjoying their regained freedom. Daisy’s hand was still trapped between the other’s thighs, but she let her go when she tried to pull it away, knowing that this wasn’t the time to go further.

Instead, they untied Sayana’s blindfold and their gags. Daisy panted when she could finally spit out Sayana’s loincloth, and she opened her mouth to drink some of the fresh rainwater. When she looked up again, she saw Sayana put on her panties she had been gagged with before.

»Hey, these are mine!«, she wanted to protest, but she understood: to put on her loincloth, Sayana would have had to tie a rope around her waist – at the very point where she spotted rope marks from her crotch rope. With a sigh, Daisy grabbed one of the thongs, knotted it around her waist, and then pulled Sayana’s loincloth through it. In the rain, a little saliva wouldn’t matter.

»Now what?«

In their efforts to get free, none of them had taken care of the world around them that had turned into a minor chaos. This wasn’t a hurricane, not even a real storm, and yet, they now could see people running around on the yard: loose things had to be fastened, and horses and cattle in their stables had to be soothed.

»We need the potion!«, Sayana yelled, seeing no need in lowering her voice. They sneaked up the pier, to see how they could get to the slave quarters unseen, when they spotted something else: a woman, clad in a white gown, was running from the mansion, followed by two men.

»Marguerite!«

Then, they also recognized the two others: it was Alceste and Toussaint, and they were catching up to Marguerite.

***

Some hour before, Marguerite had made a decision: she would not only try to free Nesrin and Lilly, but also run away from her old life. She thought of her father, but his image only caused a minor pain: since her return, he hadn’t even looked after her. Sure, it was understandable that he had left it to the female slaves to help her refresh and bathe, but since then, he had preferred to conspire with Alceste about the reputation of his dishonoured daughter instead of looking after her.

»Maybe, you can adopt Alceste, make him the son you always wanted!«

She had decided to write a few lines when she had noticed the beginning thunderstorm, and the air had become chilly. Noticing she was still only wearing Lilly’s panties, she had wanted to get dressed – only to realize that the door was still locked. Most likely by sheer thoughtlessness, Alceste had taken the key with him when he had left via the balcony. Marguerite cursed; then, with little other choice, she put on her nightgown and her robe, plus a pair of silk slippers.

It was hardly the dress for a daring escape, but it would have to go. After all, she had climbed down the trellis before, when she had been a little girl.

So, Marguerite stepped onto the balcony, felt the cold wind and the rain, and looked around before she swung her leg over the railing. The trellis and the roses were still there, and so were her climbing skills. However, either, the grid had rotted over the years, or Marguerite had gained weight, for after just two feet, it broke. With a scream, Marguerite landed on her backside.

She got to her feet, realizing that she hadn’t suffered anything worse than maybe a bruise, when she noticed that her scream had alerted someone: Alceste, who had been coming from out of one of the stables.

»He!«

Alceste ran towards her, and Marguerite spun around, blindly running away from him. She heard him call something, but she didn’t even dare to turn her head. There were the bushes, she had to-

»Eeek!«

Marguerite had lost one slipper whilst climbing, and now, she staggered, once again nearly falling. She managed to stay on her feet, but now, she felt a grip on her arm, and she noticed Toussaint, the tallest of the overseers.

»Hold her!«, Alceste panted as he caught up to them. Marguerite squirmed in the man’s vice grip, but to no avail. On Alceste’s face, a grin appeared. The girl stood like petrified.

Suddenly, as he was just a few steps away, his grin turned into a grimace, and he stiffened in his motion. Like a puppet whose strings had been cut, he then collapsed, and whilst he was squirming on the floor, he let out a gasp, and pressed his hands to his groins.

Daisy had put all her strength in the hit when she had rammed the stick between Alceste’s legs from behind. She had lost her club, but for some time, this man would be too occupied by his balls swelling to the size of melons to even think of attacking. However, there was still Toussaint who, still holding Marguerite’s arm, now turned towards her, reaching for the knife in his belt.

The sound hardly resembled a human voice, and Daisy needed a few moments to realize it came from Sayana who stood beside her. Even over the distance of a yard, she could now feel the vibrations radiating from her, and she approached Toussaint, uttering throaty words in an unknown language. As on keyword, she was lit by a lightning strike, showing Toussaint her face that had turned into a frightening grimace.

Toussaint let Marguerite go, and in his growing panic, he crossed himself, hoping that the belief forced upon him would help him. Sayana stretched out her hand, he felt a tingle, and when the next thunder roared, he squealed like a baby and ran away.

»Uuuuhg!«

Alceste, who had been struck by an all too earthly power, now tried to get to all fours. Marguerite, who had watched the outburst of Sayana’s powers with disbelief, suddenly screamed, darted forward, and kicked his face.

»Bastard!«

Her bare heel hit his nose, and she felt joy when she heard his nasal bone break. She was about to pick up the club when Daisy grabbed her arm, albeit softer than Toussaint had done, and pointed at a group of people approaching.

»Let’s go!«

The three girls headed for the bushes, and they didn’t stop running until they were sure that they had shaken off their pursuers. Under a tree that offered some shelter, they fell to the ground, panting and wheezing. Marguerite, once she had regained a little breath, turned towards Daisy and looked at her with disbelief.

»You – you saved me!«

»Oh, I only wanted-«, Daisy began, only to be interrupted when Marguerite suddenly hugged her. Daisy repeated the gesture, though only the thin silk of Marguerite’s gown was between her and the other’s breasts. She knew that this was a big step for the daughter of a slaver, but now, other things were on the agenda.

»Nesrin and Lilly!«, she whispered, and Marguerite let her go, staring at her as if Daisy had poured an ice bucket over her. Their situation was still far from being rosy: the thunderstorm had ceased, but it was still raining heavily, and they had nothing but the little cloth they were wearing, which would have been insufficient for even one woman.

»Can’t you find them, with your powers?«, Marguerite asked Sayana. She then gathered her gown, reaching for the black panties she wore underneath.

»These are Lilly’s! Can’t you – track them?«

»I am not a dog!«, Sayana snapped, feeling insecure about what she had to think about Marguerite. She knew the girl for some ten years, and during these years, she had been the slave and Marguerite the Mistress. In addition, her sister Nyala had been Marguerite’s Lady’s maid, a point that had not made Sayana like her more. Marguerite, however, just stared into the night.

»We must find that cave!«

»Cave?«

For the second time, Daisy grabbed Marguerite’s arm. The blonde spun around and told them that the others were kept inside some cave, not far from the mansion.

»But I was blindfolded when I was brought away from it!«

Daisy, however, rubbed her chin. When she and her brother had been children, shortly after their grandma had fled from Haiti with them, they had spent some time playing pirates and exploring the island of Martinique.

»The cave – what was it like?«

»What do you mean? Like a cave, a tunnel in the rocks, with some wooden beams!«

Daisy now grabbed Marguerite’s shoulders, focussing her.

»And the floor, was it sloping?«

»Well – yeah?«

Now, it was on Daisy to hug Marguerite.

»The old mine! Or, maybe, it’s not old now, but I know where it is! All we have to do is to find out where we are now, and to avoid getting captured, and we can free Lilly and Nesrin!«

***

»There’s a routine even in hell!«

Naked, bound and gagged, the two girls had been sitting back to back for some hours now, occasionally getting molested by one of the men who still didn’t do more than some groping and fondling, though this was bad enough. And yet, their ordeal had been the same for this time, and so, they had calmed down whilst the four men had gotten more and more drunk.

»Maybe, we can figure something out when they are asleep!«

So far, they had repeatedly checked their bonds, even tightened a few of the knots, and so, the girls hadn’t dared to work on the ropes. However, two of the men had already dozed off, and the other two also seemed to get more and more wasted. One of them repeatedly made mistakes by counting the numbers on the dice, and the other one also had quite glassy eyes.

Now, number three sank to his side, starting to snore. The last man looked at Lilly, and he drooled over his chin when he licked his lips. She didn’t understand his words, but she could read the look in his eyes as he tried to come to his feet, trying to open his pants with one hand.

»Uuhmmph! Nnnggg!«

Perhaps, he wouldn’t be able to finish, but Lilly definitely didn’t want to experience getting touched by him! She squirmed as he finally came to his feet, staggering. With a sheepish grin, he grabbed his crotch taking another step towards her. Then, he slipped, and a moment later everything went dark.

»Mhhmm?«

Nesrin squirmed, but Lilly couldn’t tell her what had happened: the man had slipped, and, according to the noises he made, fallen asleep, too. However, he had landed on the only candle left, leaving them in pitch black darkness.

She could feel Nesrin starting to tremble, and Lilly felt for the other’s fingers, pressing them, and trying to prevent her from panicking.

»It’s all right, the bad guys just went to sleep, until they wake up, we will be left alone and may even be able to work on our bonds! Just relax, don’t choke, and don’t wet yourself, we are sitting way too close for that!«

It was impossible to verbalize her words through Nesrin’s panties stuffing her mouth, but she tried to make soothing sounds through her gag whilst she pressed Nesrin’s fingers and brushed over her hands with her thumbs. She could hear faint whimpers, accompanied by hyperventilating, and she felt Nesrin was trembling like aspen foliage. Then, Lilly felt the water.

For a terrible moment, she feared that Nesrin had lost control over her bladder, but then, before she could even cringe with disgust, Lilly realized that there was way too much liquid, and that it was cold. Nesrin seemed to have realized it, too, for she shrieked through her gag.

Lilly now could hear another sound, like a gurgling and swooshing, and then, it was her who was about to panic:

There was a thunderstorm, or at least a heavy rain, and the cave was running full of water!

***

It had taken the girls just a few minutes to figure out their position, and of course, since she knew it was the mine they were looking for, Marguerite could also help in finding the way. Once or twice, they had seen lanterns in the distance and heard someone yell Marguerite’s name. Obviously, they were searching for them, but hadn’t detected them so far.

»There!«

Marguerite pointed at a rock, and they carefully approached, ducking as they heard male voices. Daisy reached for a stick. Obviously, these were the guards Alceste had left!

»I – I can’t get in there!«, one of them now complained, sounding a bit whiny. Frowning, Daisy sneaked closer, and now, she could see four men gathered at what seemed to be the entrance of the mine, a hole in the rock secured by beams.

Daisy tightened the grip on her stick and thought what to do. They were four men, though they didn’t look very impressive. None of them wore arms, their clothes were in disarray, and at least one of them had vomited over his chest. It seemed that they had been roughly sobered up by someone or something.

Suddenly, she felt a cold grip on her heart, as she understood what had happened: the cave had run full of water by the rain, taking the drunk men by surprise. They had been able to save their naked lives – but not thought of rescuing Lilly and Nesrin!

»Fuck!«

She retreated and told the others. Sayana just frowned, not too acquainted with the concept of a mine, but Marguerite’s eyes widened.

»Are they- a-are they-?«

»I didn’t ask them!«, Daisy snapped, but regretted being so rude immediately. She grabbed Marguerite’s shoulders:

»This mine belongs to your father! Is there a second entrance?«

The girl just stared at her, and daisy was about to slap her when Sayana suddenly pointed to a bush close to them. Beneath it was a hole, some yard in diameter. Daisy looked inside and concentrated if she could hear something, but there was nothing but a faint gurgling.

»All right, at least, we have to try! Sayana, come with me! Marguerite, you take care of the exit!«

The blonde protested, but Daisy insisted that someone who couldn’t swim would only endanger herself, and she didn’t want to tell Nesrin she hadn’t taken good care of Marguerite whist she was away. So, Marguerite just watched with fearful eyes as the two Blacks climbed down the chimney. After some three yards, it ended in a horizontal drain, and the water reached up to Daisy’s belly button. When Sayana had reached the bottom, the smaller woman had it go to her breasts.

»If your powers are of any use, now is the moment to show it!«

Since the drain had only one direction, the choice was easy, and the girls worked themselves along the corridor, feeling for their way. Daisy could vaguely remember the cave from her childhood games: the mine wasn’t big, no labyrinth like others, but it was dark, and they had been there years ago.

»Uuuhhmmmmm! Mmmhhmmmmm!«

The sound came from in front of them, and Daisy felt her way forward, desperately trying to listen. Something poked her toe, and she cursed. Then, however, she dived down, picking up the knife one of the men must have left.

There was another mew, now followed by a spluttering sound, as if the water had reached the mouth of the moaning girl. Daisy worked herself forward, felt an opening in the wall, and she then was inside a bigger cave.

»Hhrrrmmmmmm!«

»Lilly! Nesrin!«

Blindly, she followed the direction of the moan, feeling something soft in her hand: a female breast. Taking the knife between her teeth, she quickly felt for the ropes, then sawed through them. She tried to ignore the mewing and only tried to get the girls loose. Sayana tried to help, and soon, they could get the still gagged and partially tied girls towards the corridor. They had to keep their heads above the surface, for the water had risen, leaving only a gap of some six inches to the ceiling.

There was the air drain, and in the sparse light, daisy could see something dangle: a noose, made of something white. She reached for it, and when she looked up, she could see Marguerite’s head.

»All right, get her!«

She wanted to lift up Lilly, but could feel the girls were somehow connected to each other. With a curse, Daisy felt, and her fingers touched the combined crotch rope. She ignored Lilly’s and Nesrin’s squeals as she roughly pulled on these ropes so she could cut them. Then, she stepped into the noose, grabbed Lilly by her sides and lifted her. From above, Marguerite pulled on the girl’s armpits, and together, they managed to get her out. Nesrin was next, and then, Sayana and Daisy climbed out of the drain.

Here, Marguerite had pulled the gag out of Nesrin’s mouth, covering her with kisses as she worked on her still bound wrists. Daisy approached Lilly and cut her bonds, so the girl could ungag herself. Only now, they noticed that Marguerite was naked except for Lilly’s panties: obviously, she had sacrificed her robe and nightgown to create the makeshift rope ladder.

A cry of one of the men, though not meant for them, reminded them of their still not save situation, and Lilly handed Nesrin’s panties back to her.

»They are too big for me!«

She tied Marguerite’s loincloth between her legs, whilst Nesrin put her damp panties back on. Now, there was more yelling, and the girls withdrew from the noise, ending up at a small beach. Here, a small rowboat was towed, even smaller than the dinghy they had used for their last escape.

There was a yell, followed by a shot, and all five jumped on board, loosening the rope, and they frantically rowed for the sea as three men now reached the beach. One of them aimed at them, but his comrade hit his arm, and he misfired.

»I-I think we are out of reach!«, Lilly gasped after a few minutes. Daisy and Sayana had pulled like mad, and in addition, the tide was helping them to get away from the shore. Daisy let her oar sink, panting. Then, she suddenly gasped:

»The potion! It’s still in your hut!«

After their latest adventures, it felt like a punch in the stomach. Getting back to the mansion wasn’t an option, and sooner or later, boats for an advanced search party would be organized. Sayana sat up, looking at the other girls.

»Maybe, I can do it without the potion! At least, I can try!«

She looked at Marguerite, and added:

»Of course, it would mean you’d have to come with us, too!«

Marguerite just grabbed Nesrin’s hand.

»That’s why I am here!«

Nesrin kissed her, and daisy realized that Sayana had not mentioned the fact that she would also have to leave the time she knew – the time in which her younger sister was still living. Then, another thought came up within her:

»Sayana – without the potion, you will need even more of your powers, isn’t it?«

From behind, she slung her arms around Sayana, letting her hands wander over her belly, touching her breasts. Sayana gasped, beginning to understand. Lilly cleared her throat, and Daisy explained how she could help to level up Sayana’s powers, so to say. Lilly giggled.

»Tease and Denial Time Machine!«

Daisy smiled; then, she kissed Sayana who chortled with surprise.

»Was that – your tongue?«

»Well, the French have also brought a few good things, including their way of kissing!«

She continued kissing her, now also massaging Sayana’s left breast. Lilly watched with fascination; then, she reached for the Black’s other breast. When her arm touched Daisy’s, she whispered:

»I want to go home, too!«

Sayana of course noticed that now, two girls were caressing her, but she kept her eyes closed, even when they changed their position: Lilly embedded Sayana on her lap, massaging her boobs, whilst Daisy removed her panties from her companion. Then, she pushed her hands under Sayana’s buttocks, lifting her slightly as her lips and tongue began to explore the hot moisture of her pussy. Sayana sighed with surprise, then obviously with pleasure.

Nesrin looked at Marguerite, seeing that her cheeks had reddened. She kissed her lips, but then, she sat down, reached for one of Sayana’s legs, and started kissing the back of her knee whilst caressing her foot. Sayana groaned, and Marguerite gasped. Then, however, she began caressing Sayana’s other leg.

For a while, Sayana just writhed, moaned and enjoyed. Then, as the others, especially Daisy, sensed that she was heating up more and more, vibrating like an engine, they withdrew. Sayana let out a disappointed mew. Then, she blinked and smiled at Daisy.

»Thank you!«

She kissed her lips, and then, she thanked the others, kissing them, too. When it came to Marguerite, she shortly hesitated, but then, she also kissed her.

Then, she began to concentrate on her spell, and the others watched in awe as Sayana now mumbled strange words and was cowering in the centre of the boat. Nesrin and Marguerite had cuddled to each other, and Nesrin whispered:

»I will teach you how to live in my time!«

Then, as the boat began to rotate, and the purple clouds appeared, she added:

»Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt!«

Nevertheless, there was some screaming as the boat spiralled through the thick purple fog. Then, it suddenly came to a halt, except for some dumpling, and the fog cleared off. Lilly blinked as the sun hit her.

»We did it!«

She hugged Daisy, and Nesrin and Marguerite stared with disbelief at the bright daylight. Sayana had sunk to the planks, feeling exhausted and panting heavily. Then, however, Marguerite frowned, pointing at the horizon.

»This isn’t Martinique!«

The others followed her eyes, and though Lilly could only see a distant shadow, she understood that this land was far too big to be Martinique. She frowned.

»Maybe, we have come off course a bit!«

Suddenly, Marguerite shrieked, pointing in the other direction from which a steady sound was coming up. As they looked, they spotted a ship in the distance. It was some half a mile away, but they could see it not only had three masts with the sails not set, but also a smokestack from which black clouds emerged; on the side, there was a white half-circled object, under which a large wooden wheel was stirring the water.

Marguerite and Sayana stared at the ship as if it was some dragon or sea monster, but Nesrin was the first being able to give it a name.

»A – a paddle steamer!«

The ship continued its trip, close enough they could see the red flag on its stern, with a big Union Jack in one corner. The girls looked at each other, and Lilly breathed:

»Where are we? And when? And why?«

To be continued…