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Collected by Djian

WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.

Piracy on the High Seas
by Sarah Jane Smith




Chapter One

Lucinda had never been away from home before and this had been an opportunity that she wasn't going to miss out on. But, now that she was bound at the mercy of these dreadful pirates, oh how she wished she’d listened to daddy’s advice and had stayed exactly where she was. She had never expected things to turn out the way they had and she now knew that the world was no longer a great adventure but a very scary place indeed.
Her father had finally relented and let her go on the cruise through the Caribbean, as long as she went with her best friend Tiffany. Both girls were very pretty, particularly Lucinda with her long blonde tresses down to her shoulders. She always seemed to outshine her friend Tiffany, but only because of her hair, for Tiffany was every bit as beautiful as her rich friend. They had made a striking pair as they walked along the gangplank to board the ship, with several stewards vying to carry the huge number of bags that they had brought with them.
Things had gone well initially; for they had been allocated the best cabin on the wonderful cruise ship The Aurora. They had paraded around in their bikinis showing off their fantastic bodies to all the young men and the male crewmembers around the luxurious pool. Neither of the girls had boyfriends but they certainly knew how to flirt with men of all ages, although they both had a penchant for older men.
They had toured each island that they’d arrived at wearing halter-tops and skimpy shorts, enjoying the admiring glances of locals and tourists alike. Every new port was an adventure for the girls, opening their eyes to the world of men where they could put on those secret parts of their wardrobes that their parents knew nothing about. The ridiculously high heels, mini-skirts and revealing dresses that they had carefully hidden were now brought into play to attract the opposite sex.
And this had worked especially well on a local man called Ben, who ran fishing trips from the harbour at Nelson’s Dockyard in Antigua. He had followed the girls for a couple of days and eventually persuaded them to go on a boat trip searching for swordfish out in the clear blue waters of the eastern Caribbean. The two girls had climbed on board Ben’s large speedboat ready for an exciting day’s fishing, totally unsuspecting of his motives.
Little did they know that Ben and his unusual friend Pete had very different plans for the two friends that had very little to do with catching the elusive swordfish. They had no idea that they themselves were in fact the intended prey or that another very different boat was waiting to pick them up, once Ben’s boat was well out of sight of the mainland. They simply thought that the ugly ship pulling along side was an old freighter of some sort, perhaps asking for assistance.
The girls just lay on the deck of Ben’s boat in their bikinis, completely oblivious of the fact that they were in great danger right up until the point when the pirates came aboard and accosted them. They kicked and screamed to no avail as the six burly black men manhandled them over to their own boat and down into the darkness of the hold. They had cried out for Ben to help them but he’d simply smiled at them, telling them that he’d see them later when they’d been prepared, whatever that meant.
The men had brutally tied the girl’s wrists behind their backs then thrown them into a tiny room at the bow of the ship. Filthy foul smelling water sloshed around between the cold metal walls and, as the door closed to leave them in total darkness, the girls were sure that they could feel something small and furry swimming around their feet. They had huddled together, not daring to speak lest they attract the attention of the creatures in the room with them or the evil men who had forced them in.
Eventually, after what felt like a lifetime, the door opened flooding the room with light. The girls jumped, especially when they saw the large menacing silhouette that filled the doorframe.
“Get out here you lazy sluts,” the terrifying form shouted as hands came forward to grab them.
“Leave us alone, you big bully,” cried Lucinda bravely.
“Shut your mouth you little whore and get out here!”
Lucinda felt that perhaps now wasn’t the right time to make any further protests so she followed Tiffany out of the room. When her eyes had become accustomed to the light she realised that the figure in the doorway had been none other than Pete, the huge black man who’d acted as Ben’s assistant on the fishing boat. His duties obviously extended further than helping the customers pull in the swordfish.
He’d helped to orchestrate an entirely different kind of fishing trip and Lucinda and Tiffany were clearly the catch of the day. Once the trio were out of the room he led the girls towards a set of steep stairs and leered at their cute bottoms as they both struggled to climb the steps. They used their arms as best they could, reaching round and twisting their bodies to grapple with the handrails but displaying all in the process.
Pete made sure that he had a good feel of their arses as they ascended for he always liked to check out the new goods before his boss got his hands on them. Young, firm and juicy, just like he preferred them and probably never been touched by anyone since their fathers last spanked their delightful backsides. He would certainly enjoy breaking in the one that the boss didn’t want that evening.
When they reached the top of the stairs he pushed them along the companionway to a bulkhead door, which Pete knocked against with a heavy blow. After a few moments the door opened and Pete pushed his two captives through to the room beyond, grinning as the girls almost stumbled as they lost their balance.
They found themselves in a large dimly lit room containing the strangest sight the two girls had ever seen in their short lives. From a chain hanging from the ceiling hung a naked girl, her long auburn hair tied up on top of her hair so that none of it fell on her body. To add to an already unusual scene the girl’s pale skin was covered with long gashes of the deepest red and she was moaning pitifully in obvious anguish.
Blood seeped freely from some of the wounds and the girls wondered what on earth had happened to the poor girl, until they saw who was sitting in a chair behind her. They instantly recognised the Ben grinning all over his handsome face with a wicked looking bullwhip coiled in his hand.
His perfect white teeth complemented his lightly tanned skin but his smile wasn’t warm and welcoming. In fact he looked positively demonic as he eyed the two girls cowering by the entrance to his lair.
“Welcome ladies, I’m so glad to see you here,” he cried in mock politeness. “I see that Pete has been showing you around my ship. What do you think of it?”
“Take us back to the island immediately you scoundrel!” Lucinda yelled at him boldly. “You’ve had your fun so now take us home!”
“Why my dear you’ve only just arrived,” insisted Ben charmingly. “And we have so much for you to do for us before we send you on.”
“Whatever do you mean?” Demanded Lucinda, still managing to retain her dignity despite the horrors around her.
“Well we’re going to play with you a little bit first,” explained Ben, his eyes roving over her scantily clad form admiringly. “Then we’re going to get in touch with your father and ransom you for as much money that we can!”
“That’s disgraceful,” exclaimed Lucinda indignantly. “My father is a powerful man, part of New York society and he won’t let you get away with this!”
“Is that right, my lovely?” Smiled Ben, standing up so that he could take a better look at her. “We’d better get on with it then hadn’t we?”
With that Ben grabbed her by her hair then forced her down to her knees before him, whilst yanking down his flies with his spare hand.
“So get on with sucking my cock whilst my colleague Ben there sorts your slut of a friend out!” Ordered Ben as he pulled out his already stiffening prick in front of her face. “You can give head can’t you, little girl, or didn’t your society daddy teach you that?”
He shoved his massive penis towards her mouth, expecting her to open it to let him in but she stubbornly refused to obey. Ben wasn’t very pleased with this reaction to say the least so he picked up his whip from where he’d dropped it and held it against the side of her head.
“You will give me a good blow job instantly or else I’ll whip you like that bitch Diane over there,” threatened Ben nastily. “She refused to serve Pete this morning before we picked you two up, so we strung her up for the day and I’ve just whipped her raw for her impertinence.”
Lucinda got Ben’s point very quickly and opened her mouth in order to avoid ending up like the hapless Diane. She had never seen a man’s member before, except her father’s when she had seen him coming out of the bath one day by mistake. She had no idea what to do with this growing stem of flesh in front of her, but she figured that if she treated it like a lollipop then that might appease this mad man.
Closing her eyes like a little girl she took the enormous penis into her mouth, stretching her jaws as wide as she could to fit it all in. The salty taste combined with the tip touching the back of her throat almost made her sick but she just managed controlled herself. She even twirled her tongue around the hard flesh, actually eliciting a moan of pleasure from her new master.
Much heartened by this response Lucinda continued to serve him as best her could, swallowing the pre-cum and moving her head seductively back and forth. She felt Ben go rigid above her then shoot his hot sticky load down her throat, which she laboured to take in. Gulping madly she drank his semen, the overspill dribbling over her chin like warm milk.
Once he had finished with her Ben withdrew his cock from Lucinda’s mouth, wiping it on her hair to clean it. He walked back to his chair to watch Tiffany serving Pete but unfortunately for her she wasn’t coping with giving him a blowjob at all. She kept gagging as Pete thrust his enormous prick into her mouth and trying to pull away from him, despite the awful warning that Ben had given her.
“Well, it looks as though this whore doesn’t want to suck black cock Pete,” announced Ben from his chair. “Let’s string her up and teach the same lesson that we had to teach Diane here.”
“No, please don’t, I’ll try again!” Pleaded Tiffany, throwing herself to the ground.
“Too late you lazy little slut,” laughed Pete dragging her up, “you had your chance but you didn’t want to serve the big black man did you?”
“No, please, I’m sorry…”
“No way bitch,” snarled Pete hauling her over to the spot wear Diane still hung
in misery. “At least not until we’ve taught you what happens to girls like you who disobey us!”
With a device on the wall Pete lowered the chain that held Diane off the floor, leaving her to fall in a crumpled heap at his feet. Viciously he kicked her out of the way so that he could attach the chains to the ropes binding Tiffany’s wrists. He didn’t bother to transfer her hands to the front so when the machine lifted the chains back up her arms were draw up painfully up her back.
He didn’t stop until she was lifted clear off her toes with her arms almost pulled out of their sockets. She cried out in agony but Pete simply laughed at her as he uncoiled his bullwhip behind her.
“There’s no point in complaining my dear,” chided Ben as he joined Pete with his bullwhip ready in his hand. “Now we’ll teach you what happens to naughty girls like you who refuse to serve us!”
“Please no, I beg of you!” Wined Tiffany pitifully.
Both men ignored her pleas and instead they began to thrash her mercilessly with their whips. Instantly vivid red lines appeared all over Tiffany’s creamy skin as she jerked around vainly attempting to avoid the burning lashes. The men were expert at their craft, for they made their whips wrap all around Tiffany’s body leaving the longest possible marks upon her,
Some of the gashes started to bleed straight away, but that didn’t seem to matter to the two men as they continued to beat her as hard as they could. Tiffany screamed at the top of her voice, feeling the anguish of every single stroke but totally incapable of doing anything about it. She absorbed the agony of every crack of the whips as she hung in misery with her wavering voice echoing round off the metal walls.
“Stop this I beg of you,” yelled Lucinda not able to watch this systematic torture of her friend any longer. “Please let me serve him instead and let her go!”
“Ah, a better offer from your friend at last,” said Ben turning to Lucinda who was still kneeling on the floor next to his chair. “Go on then Pete, let her have your cock whilst I carry on flogging this bitch!”
“But I thought you’d stop hitting her!” Whimpered Lucinda, her hopes of buying clemency for her friend dashed.
“Well, what about this,” offered Ben reasonably. “I’ll thrash this lazy slut until you make my friend come – how about that?”
Lucinda didn’t reply, for she correctly realised that this would get her into further trouble. Instead she shuffled over to Pete on her knees ready to take his gigantic black cock in her mouth. She didn’t think that she could repeat her previous performance but she knew that she had to try for the sake of her suffering friend. Pete’s member was already hard as he pushed towards her, its dark bulbous tip looming large in front of her.
Once more, like a schoolgirl, she closed her eyes so that at least she wouldn’t have to see what she would have to do. Pete on the other hand had no inhibitions so he took a handful of her hair then rammed his prick into her mouth. Lucinda choked straight away but pulled herself together quickly and tried desperately to please Pete in the same way she had with Ben.
She sucked on his penis with her newfound skill with the screams of her friend ringing in her ears all the time. She had to concentrate her mind on the job in hand despite, that fact that Tiffany’s piteous cries were constantly distracting her. Pete’s cock made it almost impossible to breath and she dreaded him coming for fear that his semen would drown her.
She felt his body stiffening above her so, realising that he was about to come Lucinda inhaled deeply whilst caressing him with her tongue. Sure enough Pete came with a tidal wave of semen bursting down her throat causing her to gag immediately. She swallowed as quickly as she could, taking down huge gulps of Pete’s boiling seed, its after-taste burning at her delicate throat lining.
For the second time that night she was made to feel like the lowest whore, serving her latest client then being instantly cast aside. Pete pulled out his penis then wandered over to Ben to resume his flogging of Tiffany. Lucinda’s mouth was full of his come so she couldn’t speak to stop this betrayal of what she thought was an agreement. She slumped onto the floor in despair as the brutal whipping of her friend continued not yards away.
Eventually, after the men had thrashed Tiffany raw they threw their blood stained whips to the floor then turned to the semi-conscious Diane. Laughing loudly they undid their flies again before urinating over her crumpled form, the golden showers blending with the blood still seeping from her wounds. She moaned loudly, hardly aware of this latest abuse of her battered body.
Once they’d finished they zipped up then pulled the weeping Lucinda to her feet before dragging her out of the makeshift torture chamber. They left Tiffany hanging in her bonds and Diane lying in a quickly drying pool of their piss. Lucinda felt for her friend, but there was nothing she could do except worry about what was in store for her wherever they were taking her.
They frog-marched her down a companionway to another room, which turned out to be the crew room. Most of the other pirates were in there enjoying a drink of liquor, but they were absolutely overjoyed when their captain shoved the scantily clad Lucinda into their midst.
“OK boys, you can have your way with this one,” shouted Ben lewdly to his men. “But don’t spoil the goods too much because she’s going to raise a dollar or two!”
Lucinda shrank back against Ben, but the men simply cheered then surged forward to seize her. Strong hands grabbed her as Ben pushed her towards the seething mass of pirates swirling around her. She screeched in terror, desperately trying to fight off the rabid men, but with her wrists still tied behind her back, she had no chance at all of keeping what was left of her honour.
Her bikini top was ripped from her quickly followed by her brief panties, which fell to the floor in a heap. One particularly large pirate shoved her to the floor then roughly forced her legs apart before rapidly taking out his already erect rod. Without checking to find out whether she was wet or not he entered her with brutal force, filling her dry pussy completely. He didn’t care about the unspeakable pain that he brought her for he was only interested in his own pleasure.
Lucinda writhed in agony on the floor beneath her assailant, unable to prevent him from sating himself on her fragile body. The other men stood back and watched the spectacle before them, obviously waiting their turn after the strongest amongst them. Not until he’d ejaculated into her with one final lunge did they squabble over who would take her place between her legs.
Once the first had lifted himself from her another man, who was almost as large as the first, flung himself upon her. He slammed his cock into her like a battering ram and the only relief for Lucinda was that her sex was still full of semen from her first violator, which at least lubricated the entrance of the second. The man pumped her as if she were nothing but a rag doll totally ignoring her pleas for mercy and for him to stop hurting her.
Eventually he came with another rush of scalding liquid up inside his victim but, before he could savour the moment, yet another pirate dragged him off Lucinda in order to have his turn. Pretty soon the men began to merge into a blur of abuse and she only registered when they changed her position or varied the way they used her.
At one stage they lifted her up then bent her over a table so that one could take her from behind whilst another made her suck him off. She was learning very quickly how to please the men but all she could taste was the salt of their cum and all she could feel was their hardness within her. One man even slammed his prick up her backside, ripping her delicate anus as he did so. Lucinda screamed even louder as he reamed her arse but this only made the men laugh even louder at her.
After a couple of hours the pirates grew tired of her, so two of them dragged her to a tiny room that turned out to be her cell. They threw her to the floor then locked the door behind them, leaving her lying with her arms still bound behind her. There was no bed and no light, so she remained in the darkness covered in semen and wept herself to sleep.
Her escape from her torment didn’t last long for the door was soon opened so that another pirate could throw Tiffany onto the cell floor beside her. She was still naked, bound and bleeding but she seemed to have regained consciousness.
“Tiffany, are you alright?” Lucinda asked quietly.
“No Lucinda, I hurt bad,” Tiffany replied hesitantly.
“What else did those bastards do to you?”
“I don’t want to talk about it…it was awful.”
“I know, sorry,” mumbled Lucinda, realising that this was probably the last thing that her friend wanted to talk about. “Why don’t you try to sleep and things might seem better then.”
Lucinda propped herself up against the cold metal wall so that Tiffany could rest her head on her thigh. Her friend’s wounds had stopped bleeding but she was still a mess of whip marks and dried blood. They’d both had a hard time so sleep claimed them both quickly, although Lucinda’s was shallow as well clouded with nightmares of huge cocks.
When the door crashed open the following morning both girls woke as tired as the night before. Two burly pirates hauled them out of their cell then pushed them down the corridor to a room containing a couple of freezing cold showers. For the first time since they’d been seized the girls had their wrists untied so that they could clean their battered bodies.
“Get in their you stinking bitches,” one of them growled. “We need to get you cleaned up for your special video appearances.”
They yelled in discomfort as the icy blasts hammered down upon them but the pirates made sure they stayed where they were by prodding them with boat hooks. The girls’ nipples stood on end with the chill, which gave the pirates something else to ogle as well as the girls’ beautiful bodies squirming under the cold jets. Droplets of water bounced from their young tender flesh as they danced around in yet more misery.
The pirates were having fun with their prey, but they knew that their boss wanted these two money-spinners up on deck as soon as possible. They turned off the showers then tied the girls' wrists with the same rope again before dragging them outside. The deck of the ship was almost empty apart from two naked girls, who were kneeling down scrubbing the wooden boards with tiny toothbrushes.
They had their hands cuffed in front of them but a large pirate stood behind them holding a machine gun just in case they made a break for it. He was shouting at them to work harder, occasionally kicking their backsides with his heavy boot to emphasise his point. The girls sweated in the heat of the day, making no impression on the grime covering the decking, but being forced to do manual work just for the hell of it.
When Lucinda and Tiffany reached him Ben was sitting in his deckchair next to the bridge wearing his swimming trunks and being served tequila by a beautiful blond girl. She too was naked, except for a pair of impractically high black leather court shoes with buckled straps around her slender ankles and a tiny white apron around her slim waist. She curtseyed prettily as she handed him his glass but he completely ignored her as he took it.
“Well girls, don’t we look better after your shower,” announced Ben staring at the two cowering forms in front of him. “You’re just about ready to be filmed now, although I think we’d better put your bikinis back on first, don’t you?”
“Why are you going to film us?” Demanded Lucinda, still plucky despite the ordeal that she’d been through.
“Oh, this won’t be the first time because I filmed your little party with my men last night,” exclaimed Ben laughing all over his hansom face. “My, you did look as though you were enjoying yourself and you served each and every one of them so well and so many times!”
“You bastard how could you?” Lucinda shouted at him, earning herself a slap across her face from one of the pirates.
“Listen, bitch, you and your friend here are both mine to do with what I wish,” Ben explained. “Last night I made a video of you that I will keep for ever and this morning I’m going to make a video of you to send to your father in New York!”
“What do you mean?” Demanded Lucinda, her confidence ebbing from her by the moment.
“He needs to know that we have you, as well as where to send the money when he finds out how much he needs to pay us to get you back!”
Not allowing her to respond to this revelation he motioned to his men to take both girls along to the brow of the ship where the filming would take place. A video camera was set up on a tripod pointing upwards so it would capture each of the girls as they stood right on the prow of the ship. Ben only wanted sea and sky as a backdrop so that those watching the video couldn’t tell what ship they were on.
Lucinda climbed up onto the platform first, finding it very difficult to keep her balance with her hands bound. She turned with her back to the sea, her string tied bikini back in place and stared piteously into the camera lens as the machine started to whirr.
“Daddy, please send the money where they want you to or else they’re going to make things very bad for me,” she implored, regurgitating the speech that Ben had told her to make. “They want five million pounds in the numbered Swiss bank account written on the envelope and they want it by the end of the week, or they’ll kill me!”
With that the camera stopped so that that Tiffany could make a similar speech up on the platform, with a slightly lower ransom demand. She pleaded even more eloquently than Lucinda on her tape as the lens as the lens also recorded the extensive whip-marks over her body. Ben knew that this would reinforce the threats of violence against both girls if the ransom wasn’t paid and the next time Lucinda stared on one of these videos he would ensure that she was similarly scarred.
“By this time tomorrow your daddies will have seen these priceless masterpieces and will hopefully be reaching for their wallets,” continued Ben once the two cassettes were safely in envelopes.
“Daddy will come and kill you once he sees that video,” yelled Lucinda.
“I hope not for your sake, my dear, for if anything happens to me, my men will come after you, and you know what they’re capable of,” Ben snarled at her, making her shrink back with fear at the memory of what they’d done to her.
“Now that this little interlude is over its high time we showed you a little more of the ship,” Ben went on affably, his mood completely changed. “But first we have to deal with a very naughty girl who tried to jump overboard yesterday when we were making her video.”
Ben clicked his fingers at one of the pirates who scurried off through one of the nearby hatchways. In the meantime Ben made Tiffany and Lucinda kneel down in the middle of the deck so that they could have a clear view of what was about to happen. After a few moments the pirate returned with an oriental girl with long black hair who was struggling for dear life.
She was naked and had her elbows as well as her hands tied tightly behind her with thin wire. Her body was covered with dark red whip marks from the many vicious floggings that she’d received since she’d been at the tender mercy of the pirates. She was clearly terrified of what was going to happen to her, but there was nothing that she could do to prevent it in the state that she was in.
“This is Soo Lin, the daughter of a wealthy South Korean businessman,” explained Ben as he also forced the whimpering girl to her knees. “He hasn’t paid up for over a month and so she thought she’d escape instead, which was clearly a mistake that she’s now going to pay for.”
“Why, what are you going to do to her?” Asked Tiffany speaking her first words since her ordeal had begun.
“Well, seeing as how you asked, we’re going to keelhaul the bitch,” Ben laughed, his true sadism shining in his eyes. “If she’s alive afterwards we’ll make one more video of her and if that doesn’t work she’s fish food!”
“How could you?” Demanded Tiffany, her boldness suddenly returning.
“If her father won’t pay she’s not worth the food we’ve been making her beg for over the last month.”
“But that’s despicable and you won’t get away with it,” Lucinda interjected.
“Oh but that’s where you’re wrong because I always do,” insisted Ben. “Now enough of this chit chat for we have a disobedient slut to punish!”
He nodded to the pirate who fetched a long thin chain, which he lowered over the front of the ship. It travelled back under the keel to the point where the three girls waited nervously at which point he attached it to both handrails. Then he dragged Soo Lin to her feet before winding each end around the girl’s wrists and neck.
Having secured the chain with two small padlocks he carried the now screaming girl to the side of the ship so that he could throw her into the sea. She cried out piteously as she desperately tried to keep her head above the surface but the pirate yanked the chain from the other side of the deck so that she disappeared under the water.
Lucinda was appalled by what was going on because she knew that the chain was pulling on poor Soo Lin’s neck. Not only was she under water but the chain was also crushing her windpipe as she was dragged under the ship. The pirate wasn’t exactly rushing to pull her through either for he seemed to be taking his time pulling on the chain.
“Hurry up you beast or she’ll drown!” Cried Lucinda.
“Silence whore, unless you want to go next!” Ben chided her.
Lucinda held her tongue, choosing to pray instead that Soo Lin would come up to the other side before her breath ran out. She strained her neck to see over the side then sighed with relief when she saw Soo Lin’s jet-black hair appearing under the prow. She burst to the surface with a large splash, gasping for breath and thrashing around in obvious distress.
She was alive but suffering greatly as the pirate hauled her back over the side of the ship then onto the deck. Salt water dripped from her as she writhed around fighting to get enough air into her bursting lungs. The poor girl was covered with blood from new cuts and gashes that had appeared all over her body, the salt in the water adding to her agony.
The pirate released her from her chains then yanked her up to her knees without attending to any of her wounds.
“So, Soo Lin, have you learned your lesson?” Demanded Ben sternly.
Soo Lin was unable to speak but she nodded her head to show that she would never try to escape again. The ordeal had been hideous with all the barnacles and limpets attached to the hull of the ship slashing her flesh as she struggled to breath. She never wanted to go through that ever again, even if it meant serving these monsters as well as she could for the rest of her life for she now knew that there was no escape.
“Good, now video the bitch then take her for a shower as she seems to like water so much,” Ben instructed the pirate. “Then she can go on toilet for twenty for hours!”
Soo Lin looked up as if to protest then immediately swallowed her unspoken words, going meekly with the pirate through the hatch instead. Lucinda didn’t have a clue what Ben had meant but it was obvious that Soo Lin wasn’t happy with what he’d ordained for her. This man was obviously a brute with no regard for the well being of those in his care, which unfortunately included herself.
“So, my dears, let’s go and see what else we can see on my ship this morning,” exclaimed Ben, indicating that the two girls should get up. “I’m sure that there are plenty of other naughty girls being punished who I’m sure you’d love to meet!”
With that he strolled off towards another hatch, beckoning the girls to follow him as he went. They walked along corridors with low ceilings, down steep steeps and passed many doors until they came to a tiny door in the bowels of the ship. Ben unlocked the door so that the three of them could enter what turned out to be a large dimly lit room.
In the centre was a girl bent double over a bar with her long auburn brushing against the floor. She was naked with her wrists and ankles bound widely apart to two sturdy posts that the bar was resting on. There were two of Ben’s pirates with her, one who was pulling on his pants whereas the other was starting to strip off. They didn’t even bother to look at the girl even though she was moaning in agony in her bonds.
“This is Anita, who comes to us all the way from Holland but her father, the owner of a shipping line, seems to be having his doubts about paying up as well,” explained Ben as he made the girls stand against the wall out of the way. “Consequently she is being videoed constantly whilst my men come an bugger her senseless one after another.”
Lucinda and Tiffany watched in horror as one of the men went up to the hapless girl, a mask over his face to hide his identity from the camera. Without any preamble he shoved his hard cock up her backside, ramming himself into her without any regard to her pathetic cries for mercy. She whimpered something in Dutch straight to the camera ending with the word ‘papa’ as she begged her father to end her torment.
“Very touching don’t you think?” Enquired Ben as he watched the pirate plug Anita’s sore arse. “Perhaps we’ll have to send pictures like these to your daddy’s house off Central Park if he’s slow in paying up!”
Lucinda remained silent, but she was terrified that she might end up in the same position as this unfortunate Dutch girl. She simply couldn’t understand why these girls’ fathers wouldn’t pay up, especially if they’d seen such pictures of their little girls suffering so at the hands of these wicked pirates. She shuddered at the thought of her own father refusing to pay on the principle of not pandering to the demands of kidnappers.
That concept worried her more than she cared to admit for she was sure that Ben wouldn’t hesitate to torture her half to death in order to extract the money from her father. Somehow she had to survive this ordeal and hope that her father loved her enough to save her from these fiends.

Chapter Two

Once Ben was sure that the girls had seen enough of Anita’s torment to learn another lesson about what happened to girls whose fathers didn’t pay up he led them back into the corridor. After another treacherous journey through the ship’s interior they came to a large kitchen where three naked girls, including the blonde who’d been serving Ben before Soo Lin’s keel hauling, were preparing food.
“Now these are my kitchens and these are my galley slaves,” said Ben sweeping his arm around the room. “They don’t have names any longer, just numbers that they have branded on the underside of their left breasts.”
Ben went on to tell them that these three had been captured when the pirates had taken the small pleasure boat they were sailing on in the Caribbean. The blonde’s father was the owner of the boat and the other two, sisters with long dark hair who were as stunning as the blonde, were her friends. The crew had used and abused the girls then decided to keep them on as ship slaves at their disposal twenty four hours a day.
That had been two years ago and the girls were still on board at the mercy of the entire crew, providing for their every twisted desire. Several escape attempts had led to vicious punishments to the extent that the girls no longer needed guarding. Their fathers had even paid several ransom demands but they would never see their little girls again for the pirates had become far too attached to them. They loved their cooking almost as much as they loved their bodies.
The delicious smell of the food reminded Lucinda that she hadn’t eaten anything since she’d been taken aboard the pirates’ ship. Nothing but semen had passed her lips for over twenty for hours, so the prospect of being fed by these three manacled beauties filled her with an optimistic glow. This was dashed however as Ben made their position in the food chain absolutely clear.
“The crew eat at these benches here but you ladies eat in your cells off the floor,” he told them. “You get the scraps off the table so to speak although there’s usually very little left!”
“But we’re starving,” protested Lucinda. “We need food now!”
“How very demanding of you,” retorted Ben angrily. “You eat when I tell you to, not when you want to. Just for that I’m going to gag the pair of you then not feed you until after your little video appearance tomorrow!”
With that Ben took them to yet another room where he produced two enormous penis shaped gags with leather straps attached from a cupboard. Ruthlessly he stuffed them so far into the girls’ mouths that they both choked, buckling them tightly so that they couldn’t push them back out. They would continue the tour in silence but Lucinda wished that she hadn’t opened her big mouth in the first place.
“Next we’ll take a look at the toilets, which I’m sure you’ll be interested in because we’ll see someone you know well,” announced Ben as he lead them from the kitchens.
They came to a small dark room where they found nothing but two girls bound in absolute agony that were clearly supposed to be the toilets. One of them, a small black African girl was tied down on her knees with her back bent down to the floor and her arms lashed to her lower legs under her body.
Her head was trapped in a glass box that had a toilet seat on the top with a glass funnel in its centre. It was clear that whoever used the toilet was supposed to sit on the seat then defecate into the funnel that had its tubular end fastened into the poor girl’s mouth. She would have to swallow whatever was sent down the tube or choke, which was a prospect that disgusted Lucinda.
The plight if the other girl was almost of bad and it wasn’t until Lucinda peered intensely into the gloom that she realised that it was Soo Lin kneeling in misery. She still had her wrists and elbows tied but were now also bound with her back to a post by a broad leather strap around her neck. Her ankles were chained at the back of the post so escape or movement of any kind wasn’t possible for her. In her mouth was strapped a clear plastic funnel similar to the black girl’s.
Ben decided that he would personally demonstrate how she was supposed to work as a urinal for his men. He pulled down his flies, pulled out his large cock then proceeded to pee into the funnel, the yellow liquid welling up before draining directly into Soo Lin’s mouth. She tried to but another strap around her head meant that she was unable to avoid the golden rain, which she was instead forced to swallow.
Lucinda could see that this latest indignity added greatly to poor Soo Lin’s woes, for her body was now covered with purple bruises and scarlet gashes from her trip under the boat. She noticed that tears were running down the South Korean’s cheeks and that her eyes were closed tightly shut in an effort to blot out what was happening to her. This is what being ‘on toilet’ meant; something else that Lucinda dearly hoped wouldn’t happen to her.
Having allowed the last drops of piss to fall into the funnel Ben put his prick back into his trousers then fastened himself up. He turned to smile evilly at Lucinda then led the two friends back out into the corridor in order to find the next scene of total depravity. Lucinda couldn’t imagine what Ben had in store for them next but she knew that she wouldn’t like it one bit.
This nightmare seemed to be getting worse all the time for her, but she had a feeling that things would probably get worse before they got better. She was to be proved right quicker than she thought for the next room was meant specially for her and Tiffany. In the room there was a chair beside a table, which had some scary looking devices lying upon it including a hammer and some six-inch nails. To add to the menacing atmosphere Ben put a black hood over his face with on eye holes cut out.
“I’ve decided to try out piercing on a few of my girls whilst they’re on my ship and I’ve decided that you two will be the first candidates,” Ben informed them glibly as he unbuckled Lucinda’s gag. “Now I’m only taking this out temporarily because I want to hear you girls scream when I hurt you!”
“We already have our ears pierced,” said Lucinda logically once the gag was removed.
“It’s not your ears that I’m after, my dear,” laughed Ben beckoning them over to the table then picked up several large metal hoops. “I thought I’d start with your nipples then your daddy can see how lovely you look on tomorrow’s video appearances. After that we’ll see but I was wondering what these might look like on your pussy lips – what do you think?”
The girls were obviously unable to express their doubts about the impending procedure, but they shook their heads to show their concerns. Ben simply ignored their silent protests as he dragged Lucinda over to the table before forcing her down on her knees with her breasts resting precariously on the surface.
“Now I don’t have any sterilised needles or anything like that so I’ve decided to use this hammer to drive these nails right through your cute little nips,” explained Ben.
“No, please, you can’t do that to us, it’ll kill me,” begged Lucinda, backing away from the table in terror.
“It won’t kill you my dear, but it will hurt like hell,” Ben corrected her. “Now get those lovely tits of yours on the table!”
“Don’t hurt me, I beg you,” pleaded Lucinda, moving even further away from the table. “I’ll do anything, just don’t hurt me!”
“You’ll do anything for me anyway, now get your arse over here now or you’ll swing for it, literally!”
“No, please…I can’t!”
“Right, that’s it, I’ve had enough of this messing about!” Yelled Ben and stormed out of the cabin to get some assistance.
After a few moments he returned with two enormous pirates wearing black hoods that immediately grabbed Lucinda then dragged her on her knees back to the table. She screamed in protest, but the men were far too strong for her so she was soon back at the table with her breasts squashed vulnerably on its hard wooden surface. One pirate held her upper body whilst the other pulled her nipples as far as he could.
“Now, you bitch, because you refused to obey me I’m going to nail you to this table then leave you there with your friend!” Snarled Ben as he picked up one of the nails.
He pushed the pointed end of the nail into the middle of Lucinda’s left nipple then crashed the hammer down onto the top of it with all his might, as the nail sliced straight though Lucinda’s tender flesh then into the table below she shrieked in aguish. She’d never felt pain like this before but she could do nothing about it for even as she tried to pull away she only added to her misery.
Ben just laughed out loud at her then reached for another nail, which he placed on top of her other defenceless nipple. With one swift blow of the hammer he pierced it eliciting yet another deafening cry from Lucinda that echoed around the metal walls of the room. She was nailed to the table, suffering the great agony that the perforations were causing her, exacerbated by every tiny move she made.
Ben didn’t even bother to check the results of his work but simply went to drag the absolutely terrified Tiffany over to the other side of the table. He pushed her to her knees then ordered the pirates to hold her in the same way that they had held Lucinda. She could see the blood trickling from Lucinda’s wounds and the last thing that she wanted was to face the same thing herself.
“Please, I can’t go through with this!” Cried Tiffany as she vainly fought against the two men.
“Oh yes you can and you will my dear,” insisted Ben as he went for his crude tools once again. “Now prepare yourself for here it comes!”
With a lightening swift move of his arm Ben impaled Tiffany to the table accompanied by a blood-curdling screech from his victim. Tears filled Tiffany’s eyes as she fought to cope with a level of pain that she never knew existed. In her delirium she tried to pull away but this only brought her more agony so she made every effort to remain still despite the terrified trembling throughout her entire body.
“Now there’s a good girl,” said Ben patronisingly as grabbed the last nail. “So let’s get this last one in whilst you’re being sensible!”
“No, please, I beg of you, please don’t do this to me…it hurts so much!”
“Yes it does and that’s why I’m doing this to you!”
Ben placed the nail on her other nipple and, whilst she moaned in absolute horror, he smashed the hammer down on the nail sending it through the soft flesh with effortless ease. Tiffany gave out an animal howl then slammed her head down on the table top in misery. She was pinned down to the solid wood surface as her friend was with no possibility of escape, racked by pain and shame.
“Don’t you two look a right pair, kneeling there with your tits nailed to a table?” Commented Ben as he stood back to admire his handiwork. “Perhaps we ought to hammer the nails all the way down, just to make sure that you can’t tear yourselves away overnight. What do you think?”
Lucinda stared up at her tormentor piteously. “Haven’t you done enough to us,” she groaned .
“We’ve only just started, but this will ensure that your nipples are well and truly pierced,” explained Ben reaching once more for his hammer. “Also, as we’ve filmed all this to add to your first video, your father gets to appreciate it all!”
“But daddy…”
“Yes, he’ll see it all and hopefully, for your sake, pay up immediately,” went on Ben. “Now we’re going to gag you because I’m fed up of your twittering!”
At a signal from Ben the two pirates stuffed the gags back into the girls’ mouths, fastening them cruelly tight with the buckles. All protests were reduced to muffled squawks, even as Ben crashed the hammer back down on the nail holding Lucinda’s left nipple in place. A couple of blows later both her nipples were crushed, squashed flat to the table by the head of the nail.
Tiffany watched her friend writhing in anguish, knowing full well that the spectacle unfolding before her would soon be happening to her. She considered yanking herself away so that she could make a bid for freedom but she knew that it would mean tearing her nipples apart. So she decided to remain where she was, even as Ben advanced upon her with his hammer in his hand.
Tiffany closed her eyes as the hammer collided with the nails that fixed her to the table again. She bit down hard on her penis gag to avoid crying out again, but the pain was so overwhelming that she found herself screaming once again. She didn’t think that her distress could get any worse, but it did as the ends of the nails mashed her poor nipples against the rigid timber.
She felt herself blacking out but, somewhere in her brain, she realised that a faint would be a disaster for her. She would fall towards the floor then rip her nipples apart as she dragged her breasts from the table. This was the worse thing about her predicament in that she had to stay awake and lucid to avoid damaging herself permanently. She had to bear the pain for as long as Ben wanted her to remain on her knees nailed down like some sort of chattel.
When she opened her eyes she realised that she was alone with Lucinda, who was staring at her with a look of complete misery on her face. Ben and the pirates had left them to suffer on their own for God only knew how long. To make matters worse the ship had obviously sailed into a squall for it was pitching from side to side like a demented rocking horse.
This meant that the girls were constantly struggling to keep their balance as they pulled involuntarily against the nails. Pools of blood gathered around their nipples, moving around with the ship’s erratic motion. Each little deviation in the ship’s course brought them agony yet, with their wrists still bound behind them, they were unable to stop themselves moving around.
Minutes turned slowly into hours and, with only eye contact with each other to comfort them, time turned into an agony of waiting to be released from their quandary. Ben could keep them there as long as he wanted, which for a sadist like him could be a very long time indeed. He didn’t care how much he hurt the girls; in fact it gave him great pleasure to cause them as much suffering as he possibly could.
Hours merged together into a blur of misery as the girls waited for their captors to come and release them. Their nipples were numb but, after a while, the bleeding stopped as the tender flesh became accustomed to the fact that iron nails were now embedded within them. They no longer felt the pain, but they still fought to retain their positions for fear for causing more damage to themselves.
Eventually, to their intense relief, a hooded pirate came to set them free, an event that was obviously going to be filmed for prosperity. As the points of the nails had gone right through the underside of the table the pirate began by knocking them back up. This had the effect of raising the girls’ nipples above the surface of the table as well as
re-igniting the agony that had dampened down through their ordeal.
Luckily for the girls their wounds had congealed so there was no more blood, even when the pirate levered the nails back through them with the claw part of his hammer. Before he allowed them to stand he slipped the rings that Ben had mentioned into the holes his nails had made, closing them with an adjustable spanner.
As the girls strived to get to their feet they felt the blood circulating back into their legs, which had been kneeling in a cramped position all the time. In addition to the pain in their nipples the girl’s had to cope with the agony of pins and needles in their tortured limbs. They could hardly walk, but they followed the pirate from the scene of their torment, experiencing the strange sensation of having the large metal hoops bouncing against their breasts as they went.
They were taken to see Ben, who was eating his breakfast up on the bridge of the ship, being served once again by the beautiful blonde girl they had seen the previous day. Once again she wore only high-heeled shoes with a tiny apron but this time she held a large tray at Ben’s side piled high with delicious fruit. The two girls forgot their pain and remembered that they still hadn’t eaten since they’d been brought on board.
“Ah, good morning girls, how are you feeling on this beautiful day?” Asked Ben affably as he peeled himself an enormous banana. “Oh, I forgot, you’re still wearing your gags aren’t you?”
Ben laughed to himself as he shoved the banana into his mouth. All three girls watched him eating enviously for he clearly kept the blonde girl lean and hungry as well. Ben enjoyed total power over the girls on board his ship to the extent that even regulating what and how they ate. The blonde hadn’t eaten since the day before, but had been sourly tempted to steal food, for she’d served Ben several meals over the last forty-eight hours.
Ben was testing her; he knew exactly what food was being sent to him, and if she took any he would know instantly. This hadn’t happened yet, but as soon as it did he would have an excuse to punish her severely. Not that he needed an excuse, of course; he’d already whipped her that morning for what as he described as her slovenly behaviour.
Angry red marks covered her buttocks where he’d slashed at her with his favourite riding crop whilst she vainly cried for mercy. She had done nothing wrong other than taking too long to pee after he’d ordered her to squat down in front of him. By the time she’d started to fill the chamber pot he’d told her to piss into he’d grabbed her and pulled her over his knee.
He’d proceeded to beat her mercilessly for over half an hour, venting his fury on her cheeks in a frenzy of lashing. She’d screamed in agony, but that only made him more irritated, as he thought that she should have been able to take all that he gave her. But Katrina, for that had been her name before Ben had seized her over a year before, couldn’t take it.
She had come from a gentle family background in northern Finland and her parents had never physically punished her, so this kind of treatment was totally alien to her. Her father was a kind old soul, who’d paid for her to go to college in Miami, sending his Bambi off with a hug at Helsinki airport.
Katrina had not seen him since, nor was there much chance that she ever would for Ben had taken a personal fancy to her. He’d picked her up when she’d gone to the beach and from that moment on the name Katrina had been lost to her forever. She’d been given the name Ben’s and that was what she had been referred to ever since.
Ben had even had it tattooed above her bush, which he kept constantly trimmed back so that her new master could always look at her pussy. It was painful and extremely embarrassing because it had been put there by one of his men but she soon learned that these men didn’t care about anything other than their own pleasure and the money they made from the girls that passed through their fingers.
Katrina spent long nights wishing that Ben would allow her father to pay some sort of ransom free her from this hell on earth in which she’d become entangled. She pitied the torment that the pirates put the girls through, yet she was also envious when they were finally allowed to leave the ship. She had no idea whether they were permitted to go home to their families or where they went, but at least they were released from the agony of being at the mercy of the pirates on board their ship.
She stole a quick glance at the two girls kneeling before Ben now, both no doubt hoping that their fathers would soon pay up so that they too could get away from the pirates. Ben would make them perform in front of the camera to persuade their fathers to pay up, but there was never any chance for Katrina to plead to her father to help her escape her desolation.
“So ladies, now is the time for you to appear on your next video,” cried Ben, snapping Katrina out of her self-pitying daydream. “But first I think it’s time that you joined this slut here for a little breakfast.”
The hearts of all three girls sang with joy for at last they were going to get something to eat. Their flat stomachs were rumbling so they were prepared to consume anything just to stop their aching in their bellies and Ben knew this only too well. That’s why he’d had one of his men bring a box full of wriggling worms to the bridge for he wanted to watch these three beauties fighting over them out of sheer desperation.
“All right, my dears, this is your breakfast,” explained Ben as he lifted the lid of the box to reveal a mass of writhing worms. “Now you three get on your knees then I want to see you scramble for these nutritious beauties for all you're worth.”
The girls shrank back at the prospect of having to eat the squirming brown tubular creatures, which was perhaps the most disgusting thing any of the three of them had ever contemplated doing. Katrina had even been on toilet duty several times over the last torturous year but Ben had never forced her to do this before. It was clear to her, even more than to the other two cringing girls, that she would have to do this without any hesitation.
If she didn’t he would beat her half to death then make her do it anyway, so even though Ben tied her hands behind her back, she prepared herself to fight for then eat as many of those damn worms as she could get lips around just to please her master. Once she was bound he removed the gags from the mouths of Lucinda and Tiffany with loud plops. He then picked out one of the worms then placed it on the floor in front of him where he could clearly see the coming action.
“Now ladies, let’s see you scrap over this fat juicy one!”
Katrina was immediately on it, sucking it up like spaghetti then chewing on it with a look of utter revulsion on her face. She couldn’t even describe the taste as she swallowed it, but was happy that she’d gone all out to eat the slimy creature. She even thought that she saw Ben actually smiling at her.
“There’s a good girl,” said Ben patronisingly, patting her on the head like a dog. “Now you two just haven’t got the idea yet. You see this is all you’re going to get to eat today so you’d better get on scoff as many as you can or you’ll stay hungry.”
“But it’s absolutely horrible,” cried Lucinda turning away. “I simply can’t do it!”
“You can and you will,” insisted Ben delving in the box for another worm. “You see if you don’t you’ll be flogged until my men can see the whites of your bones!”
“I think I’d rather face that then eat one of those!”
“You won’t say that when I string you up on the quarter deck then let ever single one of my men give you a hundred lashes,” threatened Ben, dangling the worm in front of her face. “And to add to your incentive we’ll say that the girl that eats the least worms gets two hundred lashes from me this morning!”
Lucinda quickly weighed up the options then decided that she too would fight for the worms to avoid the whipping that Ben would surely give her. She watched the worm carefully as he placed it on the floor then, on a signal from her captor she dived for the worm. It was more slippery than she’d anticipated but she finally managed to get it into her mouth and force it down her throat. It was horrible, but at least she’d done it.
“That’s a girl!” cried Ben, slapping his thigh. “So the contest continues, only this time I’ll put a few down for you.”
Ben scooped up several of the worms then let them spill out all over the floor. All three girls went for the worms, sucking them up into their mouths as quickly as they could whilst their master sat laughing at their every move. In complete hysterics he kept the score on a little note pad kept, occasionally throwing some more worms into the fray to keep the girls busy.
He’d no idea how many worms there were in the box, but he was determined that these bitches would eat the lot to remained them of where they were as well as who their new master was. To add insult to injury he would personally whip the girl who ate the least, even though he knew that they were all doing their best, for he couldn’t be seen to be a man who didn’t keep his word.
When all the worms were gone the girls looked slightly green and they all bowed their heads to avoid being sick. They didn't know who'd lost the ghoulish contest but all hoped that it wasn’t them, for even the two new girls already feared the whip more than anything else. Each prayed silently that their scrabbling around on the ground after the worms had been enough to save their skins from the absolute torment of the lash.
“Now, I suppose you girls are now wondering which of you has failed this particular test aren’t you?” Enquired Ben evilly, knowing full well that all three girls kneeling in front of him were petrified. “Well, let me see; Ben’s scored twenty five worms, Lucinda scored Twenty one worms but poor old Tiffany only managed to eat nineteen of the little wrigglers.”
“Oh my God!” Whispered Tiffany, as she looked up into her tormentor’s eyes.
“That’s right my dear,” went on Ben nastily. “Because you were so lazy and didn’t eat as many worms as you possibly could I’m going to have to beat you.”
Ben sounded as though he was almost sad to have to chastise her, but all three girls knew that he was delighted to have the chance to whip another of his girls so early in the morning. He made the girls get up on their feet once again then lead them out onto the deck where most of the whippings on board ship took place. He called a couple of his men to his side so that the three of them could deal with Tiffany.
They unbound her hands only to rebind them in front of her then tie another longer rope around her wrists. Having chosen the yardarm for the exact spot where the thrashing would take place Ben threw the longer rope over the beam ten feet above them. When the rope fell back down the two pirates pulled on it so that the hapless Tiffany was yanked up into the air.
Although she struggled constantly, Tiffany was helpless to prevent her feet from being lifted off the wooden deck. All her weight dragged painfully down on her wrists, which she made worse by kicking her legs around in a useless attempt to regain her footing. She screamed for mercy, apologising profusely for failing to eat the requisite number of worms but the three men simply ignored her.
They reached for their dog whips, which they always seemed to have in their belts, then proceeded to slash away at their naked victim. Ben grabbed his riding crop so that he could join in the frenzy of whipping before him. He loved a good flogging so much that his cock, which Katrina had already sucked off that morning, was already rock hard inside his pants.
The other two girls watched in horror as the three men cut into poor Tiffany’s flesh with their whips with no regard for her pitiable howling. She begged them to stop, offering them the world if only they'd relent but instead they continued to beat her until her skin was covered with dozens of raised ridges of the deepest red left by their whips.
Eventually the hapless girl passed out with the constant onslaught but one of the pirates threw a bucket of cold seawater over her to bring her round. Ben wanted to be sure that Tiffany was fully conscious as she received the rest of her flogging. He was an expert at punishing girls, knowing full well how far to push them or how to bring them back when he'd deliberately gone too far.
"Enough, I think," shouted Ben, holding his hand up to stay his men. "She has to make a little speech for her father so we don't want her to be too much of a wreck do we now?"
Ben told his men to cut Tiffany down whereupon she fell into a crumpled heap on the deck. She was barely lucid but Ben insisted that she climb up onto the prow of the ship where she was to make her second speech for the ever-watchful cameras. Ben made her put her hands on her head and didn't even allow her to wipe away the tears that streamed down her face before she began to speak.
"Daddy, please make them stop hurting me, I beg of you!" Tiffany pleaded, this time not needing a prompting card from her tormentor. "They put nails through my poor nipples then these rings, made me eat worms and beat me with their whips until I bled so help me…please!"
"Very good," exclaimed Ben after he'd switched of the camera. "You're learning how to perform for your daddy and I'm certain he'll pay up now or at least he better had!"
He pulled hard on Tiffany's left nipple ring to drag her down to her knees on the deck so that Lucinda could replace her in front of the camera. She climbed up onto the platform with difficulty as her arms were still tied behind her back, nearly falling into the sea at one point until Ben grasped her hair. This hurt her, but at least she remained upright, and she found herself bizarrely thanking Ben for helping her.
"You've got to get me out of here father," begged Lucinda into the camera. "These bastards have nailed me to a table and forced me…"
Lucinda didn't get much further, for Ben ran straight over to her and yanked off the podium. Lucinda fell to the floor where Ben kicked her hard in her stomach causing her to groan in agony. She quickly realised her mistake in describing her captors that way, but it was far too late, for Ben booted her in the guts once again knocking the wind completely out of her.
"You little bitch, who said you could talk like that on my video?" Demanded Ben angrily as he kicked her a third time.
"No-one, master," moaned Lucinda, doubling up in pain. "I'm sorry…"
"You will be soon, make no mistake about it you slut," yelled Ben down at her. "Then you'll say the right thing on my video I can assure you!"
"No, please…I'll do it properly, I promise you!"
"You will, but first let's make doubly sure," insisted Ben as he pulled her over to the side of the boat. "Now, you saw what was happening to Anita down below; well now it's going to happen to you!"
"No, please, I'm so sorry," cried Lucinda, struggling in vane to escape his iron grip.
"Too late now," explained Ben as he signalled the two pirates to go over to hold Lucinda down.
Once they had her over the side rail Ben calmly undid his flies to release his rampantly hard cock out into the cool sea breeze. Pre cum was already dribbling from the end of his knob so he decided that this would be sufficient lubricant for the job in hand. He kicked Lucinda's long coltish legs apart then placed his huge penis against her tiny brown anus.
"Know this, you slut, that I'm about to bring you a kind of pain that you never knew existed," explained Ben as he applied more pressure to her puckered hole. "If you let me down in front of the camera again you'll join that Dutch slut in the hold for forty eight hours of this, whether your father pays up or not!"
"No, please…"
Ben rammed his cock up Lucinda's backside without another word, causing her to scream out at the sea at this most unwarranted intrusion into her person. She'd never been taken up there before until the pirates had had their way with her the previous day. Her last boyfriend had asked her if he could, even though they were only at the heavy petting stage. That was why the relationship had broken up and now Lucinda knew exactly why she'd denied him entrance to her body this way.
It felt a little like having a cock up her pussy, yet being buggered came with an indescribably agony as the penis stretched her delicate skin of her anus and all the way up inside her. The pain was absolutely excruciating but the pirates held her firm so she was unable to prevent this latest defilement.
Unfortunately for Ben he wasn't able to hold back for very long so, after a few hard strokes he came, shooting his hot sperm up inside. Following one last shove into her he withdrew from his captive who was crying like a baby after what he'd done, however briefly. He had made his point very eloquently so he told his men to put her back on her precarious pedestal so that she could beg her father properly to save her.
"Please help me father for they're really hurting me now," implored Lucinda, choosing her words carefully yet sincerely. "Please pay them the money that they want so that you can come to take me away…I can't take much more of this!"
"Very good, little girl," said Ben condescendingly as he pulled her back down. "Now why couldn't you do that before and save yourself from all that unnecessary grief?"
"I'm sorry sir," replied Lucinda, bowing her head in contrition and shame.
"Now you are going to come with me to face some very necessary grief!"

Chapter Three

Ben took the three girls back down into the bowels of the ship, making sure that he went down the steep stairwells first so that he could watch his lovely captives descending precariously towards his upturned face. He loved having total authority over his girls and even moving them around his ship could become a labour of that love. He helped each of the girls to descend, liberally goosing them with his wandering hands as they came down towards him.
Eventually they arrived at the bottom of the ship, a shadowy dark world with only the lowest lighting to enable them to see their way. Katrina had been brought down here many times before for punishment or simply for what her new master referred to as 'storage'. There were many tiny cupboards in three rows on top of each other, which were perfect for binding up innocent victims in then leaving them indefinitely, a case of out of sight out of mind.
Katrina shuddered for she had recently spent three whole days tied up mercilessly tight in one of these rooms when Ben had been forced to go ashore for business. Katrina suspected it had been when he'd lured these latest two girls, but that had not occurred to her, as she lay in the pitch black, trussed up like a turkey and padlocked behind the thick metal door. She had been in constant agony with nothing to eat or drink through those endless hours of torment, reduced to licking the damp off the walls to quench her burning thirst.
She couldn't believe that Ben was going to throw her into one of these hellholes again, unless of course he had to leave the ship once more. As he'd pulled the ropes as tightly as he could around her body he'd explained to her that he was locking her in for her own good. In his absence, he'd said, his pirates would most certainly have taken advantage of her. After a couple of days in such solitary misery Katrina had decided that she'd rather have taken her chances with his permanently randy men.
"Well girls, this is where you'll be spending the next few days, unless I dream something else up for you whilst we're waiting for your fathers to pay up," cried Ben interrupting Katrina's thoughts. "Now Ben's here is going to help me get you settled in because she knows all about these little places, don't you my girl.
Katrina nodded her head vigorously as he playfully slapped her backside for she was delighted at the prospect of these two girls going into cells and not her. Ben untied Katrina's wrists but carefully bound the rope to each of her ankles with a foot of hemp between them so that she wouldn't do anything silly like trying to escape whilst he was working. Once he was sure she couldn't run anywhere he turned to Lucinda then shoved her over to the nearest cell.
"These are old storage compartments and we find that they work wonderfully for storing humans as well as the other stuff we own" Explained Ben as he opened one of the tiny metal doors.
Lucinda was horrified to see just how small the space was inside and it was clear why it was possible to pack three, one above another, along the dark corridor. As Ben began to prepare her to go inside one of the boxes, Lucinda counted at least sixty similar cubicles. She found herself thinking that she was wrapped up in a very lucrative business, even as Ben threw her to the floor on her stomach to complete her binding. If each one contained a bound and gagged girl, then that was a lot of hostage negotiating for Ben to do she found herself thinking
He decided on a taut hog tie for both girls so he sent Katrina to retrieve bundles of rope from one of the cupboards so that he could start his masterpieces of bondage on his new captives. As Lucinda's wrists were already secured with rope he looped rope around her elbows then yanked them together until they touched behind her back. Despite Lucinda's screams of protest Ben simply fashioned a secure knot then turned his attention to her ankles. Once he had cinched them together he repeated the process with her knees then called his beautiful assistant over to him.
"Now Ben's, I want you to put this slut's hair into a nice tight French plait for me, do you understand?" He asked her, pointing at Lucinda's long blonde locks below him.
"No, please, why is she going to do that?" Pleaded Lucinda as Katrina nodded to her master then knelt beside the writhing captive on the floor.
"Silence, bitch, or I'll gag you straight away instead of waiting until you're both ready to go in your cells!"
Lucinda decided to remain quiet, even though there was definitely something sinister about the way Katrina had been ordered to fix her hair. In any other circumstances Lucinda would have been mildly aroused at having a naked girl do up her hair, but she knew that Ben had some diabolical purpose for Lucinda having her hair that way, she was sure of it.
While Katrina worked on her, Lucinda watched out of the corner of her eye as Ben yoked Tiffany up in exactly the same way. She too howled in pain as he dragged her elbows together with the rope but he ignored her as well. By the time Tiffany was bound up just like her friend, Katrina had finished her task, leaving Lucinda's hair firmly plaited in the stylish French way.
"Oh, very nice Ben's," exclaimed Ben as he came back over to the prostrate Lucinda. Now do the same for the other one whilst I finish this one off!"
Katrina immediately went over to the struggling Tiffany to comply, happy that her master was pleased with her handiwork. Ben on the other hand stooped down in order to drag Lucinda's ankles back up towards her buttocks, not stopping until the soles of her feet were half way up her back. She was bent painfully backwards like a reversed bow but she still managed to remain silent even when he began to weave a loose end of rope from her ankles into the plaits of her hair.
Once the rope was secure he released it, causing the weight of her legs to spring back and pull agonisingly on her hair. The purpose of the plait became instantly clear as Lucinda laboured to take the pressure of the roots of her hair, which felt as though they were being pulled out of her head. Only by curing her legs back as far as she could and actually raising her hips off the floor did she stop the pain in her scalp but this put even more strain on her muscles.
Lucinda finally settled on a compromise that left her in a tense balance between wrenching her hair and cramping her lower body muscles. She was soon perspiring from the effort but she knew that Ben wouldn't spend so long tying her up if he didn't intend for her to stay that way for quite some time. Whatever Ben had in store for them, and it seemed to involve being stuffed into the cell, it was clear that there was a hard time ahead.
Having taken a quick look over at her friend she found herself thinking how erotic her friend looked bent painfully backwards. She could see that Tiffany was already straining to take the pressure of her hair, which meant that her beautiful breasts were exposed beneath her writhing body. Lucinda caught a glimpse of her friend’s shiny pink nipples with the two large hoops embedded within them, which sent a totally unwarranted shiver of excitement between her legs.
How was it that, despite the anguish of her current position, looking at the mirror image of her own torment in the twisted shape of her friend could possibly arouse her? Lucinda had never really thought about the female form, especially as she had spent most of her teenage years pining after various males of the species. Now, however, she thought that she’d never seen anything as arousing as her naked friend, struggling desperately on the floor beside her.
“Now Ben’s, my dear,” said Ben once he’d finished binding Tiffany. “Be a good girl and fetch me a couple of the largest penis gags you can lay your hands on!”
“Please Ben, don’t do that!” Begged Lucinda, looking up at him piteously.
“How dare you call me that, you squirming slut!”
“I’m sorry, m-m-master,” whimpered Lucinda, casting her eyes down to the floor subserviently. “But please don’t gag us: we’ll be good little girls, honestly!”
Ben felt a stab of desire in his cock, which was rock hard once again, despite having come inside Lucinda so recently. He knew that this snivelling bitch was only saying things like ‘good little girls’ because she knew that these were the kind of things that he wanted to hear. But that wasn’t the point. He had absolute control of these girls and it turned him on to realise that he had total power over their minds as well.
They would now do or say anything to please him in order to avoid further suffering at his hand. This excited him even more for he could respond to these pitiful efforts or not as his whim dictated. He found that if he was in a good mood he would be moved to mercy but if someone had annoyed him or if he was just feeling that way, he would thrash these whores within an inch of their lives.
On this occasion he decided that he would let them off the gags, but only because he had another reason for their mouths to be left unencumbered with the huge black rubber phalluses that Katrina was bringing for him. However, he thought that he would torment them a little more before he informed them of his decision.
“You’ve got a cheek telling me not to gag you!” He shouted, kneeling down so that he could stare into Lucinda’s frightened eyes.
“No master, I wasn’t telling you, I was pleading with you as my master to have mercy on me, a miserable slut lying at your feet,” cried Lucinda, looking up fleetingly into his face.
“But if I don’t gag you, then the pair of you will whine like the bitches you are when I put you into your cells,” insisted Ben, glancing over at Tiffany to include in his tirade.
“Please, master, we’ll be quiet, we promise,” Tiffany beseeched him, wriggling round to face him in an attempt to show she was genuine.
“You girls are all the same,” announced Ben, standing up and reaching for the gags. “You promise men the world, with your flirting and your skimpy clothes, but then you leave us floundering like some sort of beached whale!"
“No, master, that’s not us,” insisted Tiffany, warming to the task of pleading with her new master.
“You lying slag!” Ben exploded in mock rage. “When I found you two, you were parading your bodies like cattle in a market, displaying your wares for anybody who cared to look!”
“We were just having a bit of fun, master,” blubbered Lucinda, turning her head as far as she could so that she could kiss his boots.
Ben loved the fact that the two girls were already in agony and yet they would cause themselves more humiliating pain in order to ingratiate themselves with him. His stiffened member was practically bursting out of his pants, especially when Lucinda started to use her tongue to lick at the black leather. This was exactly what he wanted them to do and they were reacting to his jibes perfectly.
“All right then, you miserable slug, I won’t gag you!”
“Oh, thank you, master,” cried Lucinda, licking his boots more enthusiastically.
“But if I hear a whisper, or even a report of a whisper from either of you and these gags will be shoved in your mouths so quickly that you won’t be able to beg so prettily!” Ben warned his squirming captives as he handed the monstrous gags back to Katrina.
“No, master, you won’t hear anything from us,” confirmed Tiffany, wriggling her way over to Ben so that she could show her gratitude with her tongue as well.
Ben was delighted at the way the girls were responding to his authority over them. In addition to boosting his inflated ego, it also proved that the girls would be perfectly suited to what he had in mind for them after the ransom was paid. These two snivelling bitches at his feet had no idea what was going to happen to them, even if their worried fathers paid the outrageous amount of money that had been demanded from them.
“OK, Ben’s, give me a hand to get these sluts into their cells,” ordered Ben, reaching down to grab Lucinda’s shoulders.
“Yes, master,” replied Katrina, crouching down to assist him.
She didn’t want to help him to put these girls into the misery of the tiny cells but she had no choice. Ben would make her pay dearly if she even hesitated to play her part in adding to their suffering so she lifted Lucinda’s legs whilst Ben dealt with her torso. The struggling victim didn’t weigh very much so they soon had her into the nearest cell with her knees touching the back wall before her head was properly in.
“Please, master, don’t put me in here,” Lucinda pleaded as Ben shoved her shoulders back. “I’m frightened!”
“Right, Ben’s, get those gags and we’ll shut this bitch up!”
“Yes, master,” said Katrina, turning to retrieve the gags from the floor.
“I’m sorry, master, I’ll stay quiet,” implored Lucinda.
“This is your last chance,” advised Ben, seizing Lucinda’s chin as he spoke. “Another sound and you’ll be eating rubber!”
Lucinda didn’t say anything else, choosing to remain silent to prove her obedient intent, even as Ben pushed her head further back so that he could close the door. Once she was completely within the cell he slammed the door shut, encasing Lucinda in oppressive cramped darkness. She immediately began to panic and had to fight back an urge to scream for mercy as the bolts crashed at the side of the door.
To her great relief a smaller flap in the centre of the door opened downwards to reveal Ben’s grinning face. He reached into her cell so that he could slap the side of her face before going off to deal with Tiffany. Lucinda watched as he and Katrina lifted her effortlessly then forced her into the cell opposite her, which appeared to have an empty cell above and bellow.
Katrina remained silent, even though it was an incredibly painfully tight squeeze for her as well. Lucinda could see that her friend’s breasts were squashed beneath her with her nipple rings no doubt digging into her breasts as hers were. Katrina looked absolutely terrified, especially when Ben swung the door round to close her in. Even when he opened her trap door her friend’s face betrayed her fear at being trapped in her cage.
“So, ladies, there you are all tucked snugly into your cell," Ben announced to his decidedly uncomfortable captives. “Now a little later my good friend Pete will come down with some food for you, but until then I’m afraid it’s a long wait alone in the dark!”
With that he crashed both cell doors shut then led Katrina towards the stairs, leaving the girls doubled up in pain within their claustrophobic compartments. The pitch black seemed to oppress the girls even more and they both felt the panic rising within them. Ben knew that this was how they were feeling so he waited at the bottom of the stairs to listen out for any cries of distress.
He was disappointed however, for the girls held their nerve, knowing full well that Ben would punish them if they made a sound. He didn’t care though because he was going to punish them anyway, whatever they did, so he followed Katrina up the stairs. His rampant cock was still trying to burst out of his pants so he decided that his slave girl would help him deal with that once he got her back to his room.
The sexy way she swayed her hips as she walked along the companionways soon distracted him from any thoughts of his new hostages. They were tucked away safely now so he could concentrate on making this slut suffer for his pleasure before allowing her to come. He would, of course, make her beg like a dog for it first, ensure that she debased herself completely as she pleased for relief from the unrequited stimulation he’d put her through.
When they arrived at his large cabin he immediately bound Katrina’s wrists in front of her with a length of coarse ship’s rope. Once the final knot was secure threw the other end over one of the beams that supported the low ceiling then pulled down on it. Katrina instantly found her arms yanked up in the air to the extent that she was soon standing on tiptoe. Another heave on the rope from Ben and Katrina was strung up completely with her dainty toes vainly searching for purchase on the floor.
Her full body weight hung from the rope around her wrists, which hurt her straight away, although, just like the girls in the cells in the bowels of the ship she held her tongue. Ben often treated her like this so she was slowly getting used to it, but she did cry herself to sleep on those few occasions that he left her alone at nights. She hung her head in humility, for she knew that Ben liked it when the girls in his power displayed just how subservient they were in front of him.
The rasping sound of Ben pulling down his zip made Katrina shiver with anticipation because she knew exactly what was going to happen to her. She heard the sound of his boots approaching her, bringing the possibility of pleasure mingled inevitably with the pain that Ben usually conjured up for her. Would it be the agony of his whip or the ecstasy of his wonderful cock? Would it be both?
“Ah, Ben’s, all ready for her master to do with her whatever he wants to,” exclaimed Ben, taunting her as he walked around her suspended form. “Would you like me to beat you or to screw you, my dear?”
“Master, I am yours and you must do with me whatever you please,” replied Katrina carefully, well aware that he would do what he wanted with her anyway.
“You’ve learnt well, haven’t you?” Demanded Ben, spanking her bottom loudly with the palm of his hand. “Always saying the right thing for fear that her master might thrash her within an inch of her miserable life!”
“You have trained me well, master, and I respond in the way that you have told me to,” replied Katrina, entering into the war of words that she would inevitably lose.
“The courts of Helsinki are missing a great lawyer now that I have you, my dear, aren’t they?” Ben teased her, knowing that any mention of her long lost home rocked her confidence completely.
“Master…I am grateful for the opportunity to speak with you, but I am truly sorry if I have offended you on any way!” Katrina implored him, feeling that she’d already lost this case.
“No more words, I think,” announced Ben, grabbing his ever-present riding crop. “It’s time for me to watch you dance a little for me, my love!”
“Yes, master…” whimpered Katrina, resigning herself to her fate.
Ben took her stance behind his dangling captive, rising his whip high above his head in readiness for action. This was the moment that he adored, when the anticipation of a damn good flogging filled his whole body, swelling his cock even further. The shivering victim hung up before him, totally at his mercy and incapable of preventing him from striping her body at his will.
Bringing the whip down in a terrifying arch he struck Katrina across her buttocks with an ear-splitting crack, searing a bright red line over her trembling flesh. Katrina winced, biting back a scream of protest, which she knew would only inflame his passionate desire to beat her. As she attempted to control the emotions that broiled within her she was aware that Ben was lifting up the crop once more behind her.
After a brief pause Ben sliced the thin whip down towards her, choosing this time the small of her back as the target for his wrath. The explosive impact of the leather bound switch caused Katrina to gasp as she struggled to cope with pain of this latest shocking stroke. She had been beaten many times since falling into the Ben’s tender care and yet this time he seemed to be whipping in the strokes harder then ever.
Her skin was already on fire and initially she was thought that she was bleeding, although she couldn’t be sure whether it was simply cold sweat trickling down her back. Ben was hitting her so hard that it was possible that he’d cut her but that certainly wouldn’t stop him from flogging her until he was completely sated. As if to reinforce this Ben struck her again, this time catching the back of her thighs with a wicked blow that sent her rocking forward in her bonds.
Katrina still managed to grit her teeth, only just avoiding crying out in her agony. It wasn’t pride that made her hold her tongue, but instead the bitter remembrance of her early whippings. The very first time Ben had strung her up and used his dreaded crop on her, she had cried out for mercy almost immediately, which had incensed him. He had called her a silly little girl then doubled the number of strokes he’d intended to give her to teach her a lesson.
Since then she’d been determined to hold out before she cried like a baby in a seemingly vain attempt to earn his respect. Whichever way she reacted he still beat her mercilessly, though at least he no longer mocked her for being weak. She’d developed a way of trying to separate herself from the punishment that she was receiving by closing her eyes then taking her mind away to the endless forests of northern Finland.
The memory of the wind rustling through the fir trees and the delicious smell of the pinecones aided her flight of fancy away from the horror of her situation. As Ben slashed away with his crop she was riding bareback on her old horse Thunder through the lake region to the north of her old home. Instead of being struck herself, she was the one holding the crop, urging her charge along with not too gentle blows on the large stallion’s flank.
She could feel the muscular strength between her legs as Thunder charged along the narrow forest trails, which had always turned her on. The regular pounding of the horse’s hooves created the natural stimulation in her mind that led to her inevitable arousal. Despite that torrent of vicious blows that were leaving a mess of angry scarlet marks all over her tormented body she was inexplicably aroused.
This would serve her well when her master had finally finished beating her for he would surely want to plunge his cock into her pussy. When he’d first violated her, all those months ago, she’d been as dry as a bone and he’d rejoiced as he ripped her virginity from her. She’d yelled out in agony as he rammed his cock into her for the only lubrication had come from the blood that flowed from her de-flowered sex.
This awful episode had soon taught her that she should be ready for his penis, which was always rock hard after her chastised her. Katrina had even learned to beg for orgasms that her imagination had forced her to desire, although she could never get used to being whipped. It continually hurt her badly, but she did have the consolation of her memories from her homeland, which seemed very far away when the time of the whip came around.
“So, let’s see how excited my little crop here has got you!” Cried Ben as he jammed his hand between Katrina’s legs. “Ah, you horny slut, you are turned on aren’t you?”
Luckily for Katrina, Ben had started to persuade himself that it was the whipping itself that aroused his slave girl. This meant that he had reduced the number of strokes that he gave her in the misguided belief that he was somehow restricting her stimulation. Even though some of the blows had in fact cut her delicate skin, leading to tiny trickles of blood snaking down her back, Katrina was relieved that the ferocity of her beatings did appear to be abating.
She was still enveloped in a sea of pain and, even though her wounds hurt her grievously, Katrina felt that she was gradually winning some sort of victory over her captor. She winced as he took her in his arms, for his hands brushed purposely against the cuts on her skin, but at least the beating had stopped. She felt a throb of excitement pulse through her body as he spread her legs then lifted them up around his own back, so that she circled him completely with her moistened sex poised above his stiffened member.
“Now you’re going to get what you want, you bitch,” snarled Ben as he lined up the tip of his cock between Katrina’s quivering labia. “But remember, if you come without my express permission, you’ll end up in one of those cells next to those two sluts downstairs!”
Katrina didn’t answer, for she was already concentrating hard on not surrendering to an orgasm that was already building within her. The very presence of the velvety helmet of Ben’s penis against her trembling vulva was almost enough to send her over the edge. She had to fight this though, for Ben would know if she came and he would most certainly carry out his threats to confine her in agony in a cell.
Even when Ben slammed his member up into her dripping vagina she managed to hold her ground, but she did start to implore Ben to allow her to come. Ben simply ignored her as he pumped his cock in and out of her, his buttocks clenching in time with his thrusting. He was already in seventh heaven, made even more pleasurable by the sweet pleadings of his slave, whispered in his ear in her soft Scandinavian accent.
Eventually he realised that he couldn’t avoid coming any longer, so he exploded into her pussy with a blast of hot sperm. He cried out in pleasure, grabbing Katrina’s tortured bottom as he came, which sent another jolt of pain through her body. This caused her to lose control and she couldn’t help herself coming with a strength sapping climax that left her as limp as a rag doll.
“You slag, you came and I didn’t give you permission,” yelled Ben, as he withdrew his cock from her. “You’re going to pay for that, I can assure you!”
“Please forgive me, master,” pleaded Katrina hopelessly. “I couldn’t help it…you were just so powerful inside me…”
“Silence, you whore!” Ben screamed, slapping her tear filled face with the back of his hand. “You’ll wait there until Pete comes to deal with you, and you can be sure that he’ll have a free hand to use you as he wishes before he puts you in your cell!”
With that, Ben zipped up his flies then stormed out of the room, leaving Katrina hanging in her bondage with his semen dribbling down her thighs. She didn’t bother to beg him to cut her down before he went because she knew for certain that he would only pay no attention to any plea for clemency. Any words from her would only earn her yet more punishment.
Ben stalked down the corridor, fuming that his personal slave had been so brazen as to come without him telling her to. She would suffer for that, but first he wanted to find out what his partner was doing with the girl from Brazil called Conchita, whose father had sent some money already. They felt that he was rich enough to pay the same amount again and that another special video would persuade him to agree with them.
Ben wandered into one of the video rooms where he found Pete busy with the task of making poor Conchita suffer for the benefit of her father. He had strapped her down onto a table on her back with her wrists bound behind her back so that the weight of her body rested on her arms. Her ankles had been pulled back then secured to the edges of the table, doubling the girls in two and leaving her knees either side of her head.
Her luscious black hair was splayed out across the table bellow her, framing her beautiful face, which was partly obscured by a large red ball gag. She looked in terror between her squashed breasts at Pete, who was walking towards her with two short fat red candles. Ben had a clear view of Conchita’s shaven sex, which was spread and lewdly exposed because of the way she had been tied down.
He knew exactly what was going to happen and he smiled as Pete shoved one of the candles between Conchita’s quivering labia then down into her gaping pussy. Conchita squirmed at the effrontery of such an intrusion into her constrained body. Pete slapped her bottom, warning her to keep still as her pushed the candle as far into he vagina as it would go.
Once the first one was in, Pete reached for the second, which made Conchita struggle even more against her bonds for she realised where it was going. Pete spanked her buttocks hard again, this time telling her that if she kept moving around her would brand her on the spot. Reluctantly Conchita remained motionless, even when he pushed the other candle down into her un-lubricated anus.
Instead she closed her eyes and moaned into her gag as she tried to cope with the cold hard shaft working its way inside her. All the time she wanted to push both the candles out, but, as gravity was on their side, they both remained in place when Pete had finished thrusting them into her. She would have to put up with them for as long as Pete wanted them to remain there, which frightened her for she had a nasty idea of what her tormentor was going to do next.
As if to confirm her fears, Pete winked at Ben as he removed a box of matches from his pocket. The phosphorous tip of a match sparked into life as Pete ran it along the edge of the box, creating a glowing flame that danced before Conchita’s eyes. She couldn’t take her eyes off it as Pete used it to light both candles, especially as hot wax started to well up below the wick.
Inevitably a dribble of red wax set of on its short journey towards her incredibly vulnerable sex. As she continued to watch the molten wax travel downwards Pete grabbed her hair then pulled her head so that he could remove her gag. The wet rubber ball fell from her mouth with a loud plop, before Pete took it away, leaving a trail of saliva across her face.
“Please blow out the candles,” begged Conchita in her deep Latin American lilt.
“Now, you know I can’t,” replied Pete, patting the side of her face. “Not until your father has paid up.”
“Daddy paid what you wanted him to!” Cried Conchita, nervously glancing at the candles as she pleaded her case.
“Yes, but unfortunately for you my dear, he paid up too quickly,” explained Pete, smiling down at his victim. “That proved to us that he’d be happy to pay even more to see your pretty face again.”
“Just ask him…I know he’ll pay up,” urged Conchita. “You don’t have to do this to me…he will pay…”
She interrupted her own speech by screaming in shock as one of the trickles of melted wax splashed onto her skin. Conchita hadn’t expected it to hurt so much, but the wax scalded the tender flesh of her labia, giving her a graphic foretaste of the agony of what was to come. She opened her mouth to continue her beseeching, but once again, a yell of anguish replaced any cohesive vocalization.
“That’s it, my girl,” affirmed Pete as he set up the video camera so that it could capture every moment of her suffering. “Scream for your father and beg him to send more money so that we can put you out of your misery!”
As if in immediate obedience to his command Conchita found herself crying out in pain once again for some wax had reached the puckered skin around her anus. She was overtaken by pain that she never realised existed before so she looked straight into the camera so that she could beg her father to free her from this horror.
“Daddy, please pay up…” She begged the inscrutable lens that peered at her between her now burning thighs.
Searing wax was practically raining down upon her, causing her to jolt around the surface of the table within the limits of her bonds. In addition to this, she could also feel the inexorable heat of the flames as they burned their way down to her vulva. The flames flickered dangerously close to her skin, throwing an eerie yellow light over the inside of her thighs.
“OK, master, I’ve begged like you said, so please blow out the candles,” implored Conchita, looking up at Pete who stood behind the camera.
He shook his head then pointed at the lens to indicate that she should carry on performing for her latest video appearance. When she realised that her pleading with Pete was useless so she carried on with her eloquent entreaties, hoping that the film would be used up before the candles reached their ultimate destination.
Pete nodded to Ben before leading him out of the room with a huge grin on his face. He shut the door on the latest scene of depravity that he’d created for his ever-growing video collection. Pete always kept a copy of the videos that he sent to desperate parents around the world, for one of his favourite pastimes was to sit and watch his masterpieces with one of chained sluts on hand to serve his every need.
“I have another one next door, although her filming has come to an end,” explained Pete, opening the next door along the corridor.
In the room Ben could see the stunning blonde Irish girl called Cassie that the pirates had only picked up the previous week bound in exactly the same way as Conchita was. She looked as though she was asleep and instead of burning candles between her legs Ben could only make out a mass of red wax. The hardened wax appeared to cover the insides of her thighs, as well as the whole of her sex and Ben turned to Pete for an explanation.
“She’d been a naughty girl so I let the candles burn all the way down,” said Pete, walking over to the table. “She fainted as the flame burned her pussy, but now it’s time to wake the bitch up!”
With that Pete grabbed the edge of the mass of wax, then ripped it upwards, bringing most of it away in one solid piece. Cassie woke with a start before screaming in agony at the removal of the wax from her tormented flesh. Ben could see that there were hundreds of blonde hairs embedded in the wax, which made him laugh out loud.
Pete obviously hadn’t bothered to shave this one before filming her so he’d given her an extremely painful bikini wax as part of the bargain. The two men left Cassie weeping to herself as they went off to see what other mischief they could get up to, slamming the door behind them.
“How long will you leave Conchita with her candles?” Asked Ben, already knowing the answer.
“The candles will burn for about half an hour before they’re finished,” explained Pete, still grinning manically. “But it takes me over an hour to eat my dinner!”

Chapter Four

Lucinda had no idea how long she’d been incarcerated in her cell but it already felt like days. Doubled up and trussed like a Christmas turkey she constantly felt the icy fingers of claustrophobia closing around her. She could never get used to small spaces, ever since her father had locked her in a cupboard under the stairs when she’d been a naughty girl.
She knew that the walls were not moving in the darkness of the cell but she couldn’t help feeling that she was being crushed by the metal partitions. In addition to this her limbs ached constantly from the tight ropes around them and she was sure that her hair was being pulled out piece by piece by the rope plaited into it. There was no relief from the constant agony that the whole of her body was experiencing and there seemed to be no end in sight.
Also, the worms that she’d been forced to scrabble for hadn’t really filled her stomach so she was suffering yet more hunger pains as well. All these trials conspired to make her a very unhappy girl, feeling very sorry for herself indeed. She could see nothing in the pitch-blackness, which made her even uneasier, and was wondering just exactly how she could survive these trials, when her cell door flew open.
As light flooded her cubicle, Lucinda closed her eyes, for she found it impossible to cope with the sudden brightness. When she finally managed to open her eyes, she saw Pete, Ben’s large black assistant, who was busy undoing the door of Tiffany’s cell. He was singing happily to himself, which made Lucinda shiver with fear for she had quickly come to realise that the happiness of these men was just as unnerving for their captives as their anger was.
Lucinda knew that these men were total sadists and that Pete probably had something nasty up his sleeve for the two girls. Lucinda could see that he had a couple of bowls on the floor beside him that could signal the arrival of food, although she dreaded to think what kind of food he’d brought them. She looked over at Tiffany’s cell, seeing immediately that her friend was in as much of a state as she was.
Lucinda managed to catch her eye as Pete bent down to pick up the bowls but there was no hope in here eyes. All she could see was a frightened young woman, who looked totally bewildered at her plight. Lucinda hoped against hope that her friend wouldn’t lose it, for any erratic behaviour would inevitably make life worse for the pair of them. She nodded to Tiffany, in an effort to reassure her, but couldn’t be sure that that her friend had even seen her.
“Now, my beauties, you’ll be delighted to learn, I’m sure, that it’s tea time!” Announced Pete, his white teeth shining through a wide grin that split his black face. “Ben has told me that you girls like a bit of meat, so you’ll taste mine then I’ll slap a little dog food in a bowl for you!”
With that he unzipped his flies then pulled out his already stiff cock as he wandered over to Lucinda’s cell. Once he reached the small doorway Lucinda had no choice but to take his massive shaft into her mouth. She almost chocked as he slammed his thick hard member through to the back of her throat, pushing her tormented body right back against the rear wall of the cubicle.
Lucinda struggled to cope with the mass of angry gristle in her mouth, managing to use her tongue to stimulate the rampant beast even more. Pete laughed out loud as he grabbed Lucinda’s head so that he could ram his penis into her mouth even harder. Lucinda gagged as Pete managed to nudge the tip of his cock part way down her throat, but that didn’t put him off his stroke.
Lucinda found herself fighting for breath and she quickly realised that she might actually suffocate if she didn’t make Pete come soon. With a determined effort, using her snaking tongue to the maximum effect she began to squeeze the drops of pre-cum out of his shuddering prick. She knew that she had won her life or death battle when Pete groaned loudly then shot his hot viscous load down her throat.
She swallowed quickly, gulping down his semen so that Pete would take his weakening monster away, thus allowing her to breath again, which he finally did. Lucinda gasped for breath as he pulled his cock out of mouth, but still remembering to lick up the remaining sperm from the tip of his penis as it passed her lips. Her mouth was filled with his salty issue, a taste that she was rapidly getting used to, but she was pleased to have made her tormentor come so quickly.
“My God, you’re good at this girl,” cried Pete admiringly, stuffing his now limp member back into his pants. “There are girls that have been on this ships for ages that can’t blow my horn as well as you have!”
“Thank you, master,” whispered Lucinda, not sure whether she should speak, but certain that she should acknowledge this complement.
“Well, I’d better get you your food,” said Pete, reaching into his pocket to retrieve a can of dog food. “Must keep your strength up, especially if you give blow jobs like that!”
Lucinda watched as he opened the tin, and then sloshed the light brown chunks into one of the silver bowls. The so-called food smelled absolutely foul, but Lucinda was so hungry that she was certainly prepared to have a go at eating it. Besides, Lucinda knew that Pete would delight in punishing her if she refused to devour every morsel of the stuff in the bowl, that he placed at the entrance to her cell.
“There you go – dog food for the little blowjob bitch!” Laughed Pete, before turning to deal with Tiffany.
She was going get the rest of the dog food left in the tin, but first he decided that he’d have a bit of fun with her. Poor Tiffany was still staring into space, lost in the total shock at the way she was being treated by these unspeakable men. She hadn’t properly registered Pete’s presence, even as he towered above her at the door of her cell.
“So, sweet one, do you want something to drink before I feed you?” Pete asked as he took out his cock once again.
“No, please don’t do that to her…she doesn’t understand!” Wailed Lucinda, knowing exactly what Pete was going to do to her friend.
“Silence, bitch, and get on with your doggy dinner,” snarled Pete, giving her an evil stare. “I don’t remember giving you permission to speak!”
Lucinda bowed her head, lowering her lips into the congealed mess of meaty chunks in the dish beneath her. Cautiously she opened her mouth, quickly realising that the taste of the dog food was even worse than its stench. She felt sick, but she knew that she had to eat what had been presented to her, so she seized a piece of meat with her teeth then took it into her mouth.
The strongly flavoured flesh merged with the residue of Pete’s semen around her tongue, making her feel more nauseous. She chewed the fatty substance quickly then swallowed it, forcing it down her throat very reluctantly. Pete watched her for a moment, but once he was satisfied that Lucinda was obeying him, he turned back to Tiffany with his cock in his hand.
“Now, a little something to wet your appetite before your meal, madam?” enquired Pete with mock politeness.
Laughing all over his face Pete peed all over Tiffany’s face in a well-aimed golden arc. Urine sprayed across Tiffany’s face and even into her mouth before she realised what was happening to her. The yellow rain seemed to go on forever, but when Pete eventually finished Tiffany was left looking like a little drowned puppy.
The stinking liquid dripped from her hair onto the floor so that Tiffany was forced to lie in a growing pool of Pete’s’ urine. She moaned in horror and writhed around within her cell, ensuring that she was totally covered in pee as it splashed all over her. Pete continued to laugh like a demented hyena as he put his cock away again, for this had been good sport indeed.
“Now, you stupid bitch, you’d better eat all of this by the time I get back or I’ll really make you suffer!” Pete warned as he put the remained of the dog food in the other dish then placed it under her chin.
He slammed the door of Tiffany’s cell shut then strolled over to do the same with Lucinda’s. Pete noted that she was still grazing on her food like a good little doggy before condemning her to another long period of miserable confinement in pitch-black torment. He smiled to himself as he kicked the empty can down the companionway, knowing full well that some other slut would get herself severely punished for not keeping the ship spotlessly clean.
Life had been an endless round of pleasure for him, ever since Ben had picked him up in a bar in far off Kingston. They’d both been watching an explicit strip show, which involved a frightened looking girl dressed in a baby-doll nightie being violently ravished by an enormous black man. She had bright blue bows in her long blonde hair and had looked suitably distressed, especially when the man had shoved his gigantic prick up her far from innocent backside.
Ben had commented that Pete was probably better hung than the rutting Jamaican on the small stage, which had flattered him greatly. Pete had immediately signed up with the piratical leader, deciding on the spot to follow this man wherever he wanted to take him. His decision had proved to be the right one, especially as he had found himself in exactly the same position as the man on the stage, only in Pete’s case it was the real thing.
Soon after he’d set sail with Ben the crew had found a small pleasure craft adrift in Montego Bay. The pirates had boarded the boat, killed all the male crew and passengers then seized the three women on board for their own peculiar purposes. All three turned out to be very attractive, in their own ways, but Pete had taken a fancy to an exceptionally stunning blonde specimen who’d reminded him of the girl on the stage.
Pete had ripped the girl’s bikini from her, revealing her small but firm breasts and her shaven pussy, then forced her to put on a tiny baby-doll nightie that he’d purchased before he left Kingston. He was determined to act out the scene he’d observed on the stage all for himself, even down to the beautiful ribbons with which he tied her hair up in girlish bunches. Ankle socks and black leather court shoes completed the terrified girl’s outfit, by which time Pete had an erection that was practically exploding out of his breeches.
The girl had not struggled much as he’d dressed her up, because of sheer terror, but Pete wanted to confirm his authority over her. He placed a pair of handcuffs on her dainty wrists, thus pinning her wrists behind her back and leaving her totally helpless to resist his animalistic advances. She shrank from him, not only acting as a little girl, but also genuinely feeling that she was a child again, lost in one of her pre-teen nightmares.
As Pete climbed up through the ship to see what his fearless leader was up to, he smiled for he remembered clearly how the girl had begged for mercy as he’d bent her over the narrow bed in her cell. He recollected, with great pleasure, how she’d screamed her head off when he’d rammed his dick up her trembling arse. Pete felt his cock stirring in his pants again as he recalled how he’d left her sprawled on her bare mattress, bewildered and weeping at her defilement.
Those happy days and nights of using and abusing that poor, baffled girl had been just the start of a roller coaster ride at Ben’s side. Since then dozens of girls had been through their fingers, earning them untold riches as well as giving them endless hours of sadistic pleasure. Shivering female creatures, reduced to petrified wrecks of humanity, forced to beg their fathers to pay for their release.
Little did they know that none of them were never destined to return to their loving families, whether their daddies had paid up or not. Perhaps if the girls had thought, through the haze of their pain and suffering, about the fact that they had seen the faces of all the pirates, they would realise that they could never be released. If Ben ever let any of them go, they would certainly be able to give detailed descriptions of their captors to Interpol.
Instead, Ben had decided that the girls would be sold off to clients around the world, who were happy to fly to the Caribbean to examine the goods on display. Once the maximum amount of money had been extracted from distraught fathers, the girls were auctioned to the highest bidding from amongst Ben's wide circle of rich, sadistic buyers. Kidnapping dovetailed neatly with slave trading, netting Ben and his crew huge fortunes and committing the girls to a lifetime of misery.
Pete knew that there was to be such an auction on board ship that morning so he made his way to the sate room where the potential buyers were gathering. They had been flown out to the ship on a floatplane from a nearby island by one of the crew, so as they would not really know where the slave ship was. Once they had been brought on board they were plied with drinks by Katrina in her cutest French maid’s outfit, cut very low with a plunging neckline to reveal her voluptuous breasts.
The men stared at her long legs, encased in the sheerest black seamed stockings atop the longest legs they’d ever seen. Her short skirt revealed the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties, especially when she bent over to serve them, which was all designed to raise their libido and make them want to pay more for similar girls for themselves. They were not allowed to touch Katrina and Ben knew that they would pay the earth to be able to touch one of their very own.
Pete popped his head round the door and saw five men sitting in a semi-circle gawping at Katrina as she poured one of them a whisky. He’d always fancied Katrina but as her other name suggested, she was Ben’s, so he’d never messed with her. Besides, there were plenty more fish in the sea, or locked up below decks, and Pete had never been short of girls to play out his depraved fantasies with.
One of his favourites was being sold off in the auction that morning, Anita, the Dutch girl who’s father had finally paid up the day before. She had been buggered senseless by the crew on video for the benefit of her reluctant ‘papa’ before he’d decided to deposit a million guilders in Ben’s special bank account. Once his accountant in the Cayman Islands had informed Ben of the transaction, he’d decided to sell off poor Anita.
He knew that her father would probably not pay any more of his shipping millions to get his beautiful yet wayward daughter back, so she would be sold that very day. She’d been added to the inventory, along with two sisters from England, who had been captured by the crew a few weeks before on the island of Barbados. Their aristocratic father had been frantic right from the very start about the welfare of his daughters and had paid up three times.
He had finally baulked at the demands for a fourth payment of two hundred and fifty thousand pounds, even when he’d seen a video of both his lovely being flogged raw by the entire masked crew as they hung from the yard arm. He’d called in the local police, a move that Ben detected through one of his many connections on the islands, so the girls’ fate had been sealed.
Pete watched as a proud looking Ben, much to the approval of the excited onlookers, paraded the three potential slave girls into the room. All three were naked, except for impossibly high-heeled shoes, which Ben made them wear to emphasise their long shapely legs. Around there necks were suitably slavish collars and their wrists had been handcuffed behind them so that their breasts jutted out invitingly.
Anita’s auburn hair had been tied back in a ponytail to reveal her slender neck that gave her a defiant air of nobility. As the sisters looked very similar, one had her chestnut hair tied up like Anita’s, whereas the hair of the other billowed around her shoulders like a shawl. They were both very beautiful and Pete had taken both of them into his bed a couple of nights before.
They were both so traumatised by events that had overtaken them since their capture that they both acted like demure little girls, which was just what he wanted. He hadn’t even needed to bind them as one knelt before him to suck his knob whilst the other crouched down to stick her tongue between his firm buttocks.
What a night that had been, especially as they were both dressed as girl scouts in a couple of charming blue uniforms he’d picked up in Georgetown. They had squeezed themselves into the tiny blue dresses, complemented inevitably by white knee socks and flat black shoes, with jaunty berets on their heads. They certainly had been of good service to him that night, but now it was time to let them go on to the lucky man who was prepared to bid the most for one, or may be both of them.
Pete would most certainly miss the sisters, but he liked Anita much more because, before the crew had been set the task of buggering her until her father relented, she had been his special slave girl. He had adopted her, like the way Ben had taken Katrina as his own, to the extent that he spent most nights with her before Ben had subjected her to seemingly endless torment in front of the video camera.
Each night, for at least a fortnight, Pete had gone to her cell with his trusty baby-doll nightie in his hand, in order that she might help him play out his wildest fantasies. She had behaved impeccably every time he called in her, taking on the part of a naughty niece beautifully. She had begged her evil uncle not to treat her so, as Pete had spanked her then raped her on her own little bed, with her crying out in pain then ecstasy at just the right moments.
Pete decided that, in honour of his little girl, he would stay to watch the sale, so that he could see which fortunate bastard would have the pleasure of Anita’s servitude for the rest of his life. He wandered round to the back of the stateroom where he could observe the proceedings through the large two-way mirror without being seen. He enjoyed these sales, especially when Ben forced the merchandise to put on a show for their purchasers.
"Good afternoon, one and all," cried Ben, turning to face the audience. "Now, I'm sure you'll agree that we have a bevy of beautiful maidens on offer today, so, without further ado, we'll get on with the sale!"
Ben had sold many girls, since he took up the trade of kidnap and white slavery, so he knew many tricks of the trade. He was well aware that the more excited the clients became, the more they were likely to pay and, with this in mind, he certainly was going to put on a show for them.
First he undid the handcuffs of Jemma, the sister with her hair loose over her shoulders, and then tied her hands in front of with a long length thick white rope. Once she was bound he fed the rope through an eyebolt in the low ceiling before pulling the poor girl up onto her tiptoes. Her beautiful body was stretched taut, presenting a feast of feminine charms for the audience to enjoy.
"Now, you lucky people, I 'm going to demonstrate to you just how Jemma here can take whipping, whilst her sister, Jasmine there gives you all a blow job!" Ben continued as he fingered his trusty riding crop. "But I'm not going to whip this pretty thing – the lovely Anita is! She's going to keep flogging young Jasmine until her sister has drunk every drop you gentlemen have to give her!"
A murmur of approval went around the men, which turned into laughs of delight as Jasmine approached the first of them. She was determined to keep the number of strokes her sister would have to take to the minimum, but it was a little daunting having to suck all five of these men off.
The first one didn't even bother to undo his fly so, as Anita's first stroke with Ben's riding crop landed over her sister's back, Jasmine pulled down the metal zip with her teeth. The first man's cock burst out of his pants, already hard and demanding her attention. By the time the third stroke caught Jemma across the back of her thighs, Jasmine had the man's bulbous helmet in her mouth.
She used all the tricks that Pete had taught her, including the skilful swirling of her tongue around the man's shaft as she took his cock further into her mouth. Having her wrists bound behind her presented Jasmine with no problems, for she had often been made to serve the men on the ship like that. It was easy for her to arouse this man beyond what he could bear and he soon shot his sperm into her mouth.
Remembering to lick up every last drop before she moved on, Jasmine could hear her sister beginning to moan in pain, each time the crop hit her. They had both been whipped many times since their capture, sometimes even as they hung bound together, so they no longer yelped in agony at the first few strokes as they once did.
Jasmine knew, however, that Jemma was already hurting so she also knew that she must get on with her task. She could see that Anita was swinging the crop as hard as she could, but neither Jemma nor Jasmine hated her for it. They knew that Ben would simply whip Jemma himself. This would have been a much harder ordeal for Jemma and then Ben would have flogged Anita as well for not trying her best.
The next man had already got his stiffened cock out by the time Jasmine reached him. He was playing with it vigorously, his eyes fixed on the tormented frame of her sister who was now groaning continuously under the lash. Jasmine took his cock into her mouth, starting immediately with the tongue work that she had recently become an expert in. The man was so excited that he came almost immediately, his hot semen mingling with the first man's all the way down her throat.
Once she'd cleaned up the second man, Jasmine shuffled over to the third, driven relentlessly on by the whistle and crack of the crop as it seared yet another bright red mark into her sister's skin. She had to complete her task so that her sister wouldn't have to suffer too much, although every stroke now caused Jemma to cry out in anguish.
The third man offered her his cock; practically jerking himself of into her mouth, so she took the tip between her lips then lapped it gently with her tongue. The man's moans of pleasure practically drowned out Jemma's growing cries of pain. Within seconds the man came, spraying his semen over Jasmine's face as she fought to keep control of his spasming member.
Jasmine didn't care that his sperm dribbled down her chin for she only wanted to end her sister's travail. She moved on to the fourth one, who was watching her progress rather than her writhing sister. He let her take his cock into her mouth by herself, realising that he was in the hands, or rather jaws, of an expert. His penis was much larger than the others, but nowhere near as big as Pete's, so Jasmine set to work on it.
She sucked as hard as she could, attempting to draw the man's precious milky liquid out of him, but he was determined to hang as long as he could. He figured that he could never really afford these highly trained and disciplined girls so he decided to enjoy this one's favour as long as he could. He fought against her insistent tongue, drawing himself away from her, but she was far too good for him.
Pretty soon he too had to surrender, giving her all of his semen one gigantic burst that hit the back of her throat like a power hose. Jasmine almost choked, but she managed to keep her sense, realising that she was actually pretty good at serving these men that she detested. She lapped up the residue of his cum, then, stirred on by a piteous wail of agony from her sister, she crawled over to the last man. He was smaller than the other men, with a slight frame hidden beneath a suite that was obviously too large for him.
His cock was still in his pants and the lack of bulge between his legs suggested to Jasmine that he didn't even have an erection. He watched the scene before him intently, yet he seemed unmoved by what he saw, for neither his face nor his flaccid penis showed any sign of excitement. Jasmine struggled to undo his zip, then reached into his trousers with her lips to search for his extremely shy member.
Jasmine was surprised to find that the man was wearing a pair of tight silky panties, which revealed to her that there was no penis to be found. She had learned never to look up at her captors, but she stole a glance upward to find out what was going on. Jasmine saw that the fifth person was laughing, as were all the rest, including Ben. Jasmine realised that she'd been tricked and that this was not a man at all - it was a woman.
"Now, Jasmine, what are you going to do next?" Asked Ben, still chuckling at the huge joke that Jasmine didn't find very funny. "Anita is still swinging the whip and the lady Louise there needs some satisfaction as well!"
Jasmine was annoyed with herself, but she still had to think fast. Even though Jasmine had never lick a woman's sex before, she had a pretty good idea of what she should do. She quickly decided that she would shove her tongue down the front of the woman's panties, hoping for the best. Louse's pussy was shaved bare, so it was easier for Jasmine to locate her swollen clitoris between her sodden labia.
Despite the fact that her mouth was full of semen, Jasmine could still taste the bittersweet juices of the highly aroused woman. Louise was clearly very excited by the whipping of her sister, but Jasmine was determined to bring that particular stimulation to an abrupt end. She rubbed her tongue between the woman's lips, and then flicked it several times against her hardening clit.
Even though it was difficult to operate with the woman's panties on, Jasmine managed to get her teeth up against her vulva. Carefully she nibbled away at the tender flesh until Louise writhed around above her. Jasmine knew that she had her then so, taking a huge risk, she bit down briefly on her bud, pushing her over the edge into a torrent of ecstasy. Jasmine smiled as Louise screamed with delight above her for she knew that he tasked was complete.
"Well, Anita, you'd better stop that now," announced Ben, taking his crop back from her. "It appears that our Jasmine has done her job, and very well by the sounds of it!"
As Jasmine stood up she saw a slightly embarrassed look on the woman's face, which made her fell much better for at least she had shown Louise up. Jasmine returned to her sister's side, longing to comfort her but knowing full well that she would be whipped herself if she even so much as spoke to her without permission. Instead she stole a glance at her sister’s form as she hung limply in her bonds.
"So, gentlemen, let's start the auction," laughed Ben, looking at Louise. "What am I bid for Jemima, this poor creature who squirmed so beautifully under the lash?"
After a cautious start the five potential buyers were away, offering increasingly large sums of money for the well whipped beauty. Her body hurt so much from the flogging that she could barely tell what was going on, except in so far as she knew they were bidding for her. She was scared of what was going to happen to her, as she had ever since her capture, but bring sold seemed somehow much worse than everything else.
Eventually the bidding petered out, with the man who Jasmine had served first offering the most for her. Ben noted the sale then turned to Jasmine so that the bidding could begin for her sorry hide. Like Jemma she was scared of what would happen to her, especially if she ended up being sold to a different person to Jemma. She knew that she wouldn't be able to cope if she were sold to somebody else, but it seemed, due to the furious way Louise was bidding, that she might have to.
Louise had obviously been impressed by the way Jasmine had served her and she was determined to outbid the others for her. The price went way past what the first man would give for Jemma, but Louse simply had to have her. Finally, with the figure almost twice as high as Jemma's value, Louise got her girl, thus separating the sisters from each other for ever. Tears welled up in both girls' eyes as Ben closed the sale for they knew that this would probably be the last time they would see each other.
"Ah, isn't that sad?" Mocked Ben as he let the still dangling Jemma down. "Both crying because you know that we're going to split you two up! Well, you'd better give each other a little hug before we pack you off."
Jemma tentatively put her bound arms over her sister's head then around her neck, cradling her gently in her arms. They had always been so close, growing up together in the Surrey countryside, but now they were going to end up God knows where, no doubt thousands of miles apart and it made them both sad. After their all too brief embrace Ben sent them bellow with one of his pirates to prepare them for their journey.
"Now, I'm afraid that this is the end of the auction for today," announced Ben, ushering Anita from the room as well.
"But you said that they were all for sale!" Complained one of the men bitterly.
"Well, I've changed my mind," replied Ben, walking over to shake the hands of his clients. "However, if you come back next week I'll have a pair of American beauties ready for your delectation."
Jemma and Justine were neatly packaged with ropes and chains for the journeys to the homes of their new owners. The three guests, who had no slave girls to take away with them, left rather reluctantly, but slightly mollified at the thought of being able to come back. Often punters were not allowed to come back for security reasons, so at least they had the chance to bid for other girls next time round.
Once the stateroom was clear, Pete came through to ask Ben why on earth he hadn’t sold Anita as well. He simply couldn’t understand why, after putting on such a great show, Ben had not sold her along with the other two. He confronted Ben about it, just as Katrina was serving him with a double whisky to celebrate another successful auction.
“Have you no faith in me Pete, my dear old pal?” Asked Ben with a disappointed look on his face.
“It’s not that, Ben,” replied Pete, accepting a glass of whisky offered to him by the delightful Katrina. “It’s just that you had them going with the whip and suck fest and you could have made a fortune by selling Anita as well.”
“I know I could, Pete, but I also know that you’re sweet on her,” responded Ben slyly. “How could I let her go, when you would miss her so much?”
At this, Ben snapped his fingers and Anita walked back into the stateroom, hands bound behind her once again following her flogging of Jemma. To Pete she looked divine, with her pretty face partially covered by her gorgeous auburn hair. He felt his cock rousing itself again as she knelt before him, head bowed and legs spread as a sign of her total submission to him.
“There you go, my friend,” laughed Ben, patting Pete on the back. “She’s all yours to play with, just as Ben’s is mine. Use her until you’ve had enough and then we’ll sell on what’s left of her!”
“Thank you, boss,” cried Pete in genuine surprise. “I’ll try to look after the merchandise, but you know I can get a bit handy with my whip sometimes!”
Both men laughed, and then discussed the sale for a while, noting how funny it was to force Janice deal with Louise when she was expecting just another cock. They also talked about a young girl called Allison, who had flatly refused to talk on any of her videos, despite the endless whippings and torturing of her over sensitive nipples.
“Come and have a look at what I did to the bitch, just to make her daddy cough up!” Said Ben getting up from his comfy chair and heading towards the door with the ever-faithful Pete in tow.

Chapter Five

Ben led Pete and his new personal slave girl along a corridor to one of the many video rooms on the ship. Once inside he proudly showed them his latest work. This turned out to be something that even the highly depraved Pete had never seen before, because the unfortunate girl had been quite literally silenced.
Allison was a tall blonde girl from Canada, who had been captured by Ben on one of his lucrative fishing trips. She was typical of the type that Ben usually went for, namely very pretty with a stunningly attractive figure. The only difference to the norm was that her hair was cropped incredibly short, giving her young face a boyish appearance.
As Pete looked at her, he could see fear in her light blue eyes, which were the only means left to her to communicate how she felt in her current quandary. She had been spread-eagled within a heavy wooden frame with her wrists and ankles bound tightly with thin metal wires. In addition two steel barbs were hooked into her nostrils, which had then been viciously pulled back then attacked with wire high above her head.
This had the double effect of keeping her head still as the points of the hooks dug into her skin as well as giving her a pig like snout. She was obviously in a great deal of discomfort, but she wasn't able to cry out, even when Ben slashed his riding crop across her already reddened buttocks. She simply moaned gutturally through his incredibly effective gag.
Anita stared in horror as she realised what Ben had done to the poor girl, noticing for the first time that her lips had been sealed with white string. Ben had sewn her mouth tight shut with a series of stitches that plunged into her flesh just outside her full rosy lips. Her cheeks were puffed out, which made Anita's believe that Ben had stuffed padding into her mouth – no doubt her own panties.
Ben laughed when he saw the look on Anita's face for he was utterly unrepentant and intent on adding to the girl's misery. He pulled on a black hood, but then seemed to change his mind.
"Why have a dog and bark yourself?" He declared as he turned on the cowering Anita. "This slut can do this next bit, to add a little artistic verisimilitude!"
He put the black hood on Anita instead then untied her hands so that she would be free to do his dirty work for him. Ben gave her a large needle, which had the same thick white string that sealed Allison's mouth shut, then ordered her to sew up poor Allison's pussy. Anita looked round at her new master in despair, but Peter simply nodded that she should do as she had been told.
The look in his eye confirmed Anita's suspicions that if she didn't obey, then she too would be punished. The thought of having her own mouth and sex so cruelly treated forced Anita's hand so she approached the terrified girl. Over Allison's pitiful moans Anita could hear the whirr of the video camera behind her making her realise that her handiwork was being filmed.
No doubt Allison's demented father would receive his copy by the next day's express post, which would convince him even more that he should save his
hapless daughter from further torture. He would have no idea that Allison had already been promised to Ben's favourite client or that she was bound for Saudi Arabia, just as soon as he paid up his money.
Anita knelt down between Allison's widely parted legs then carefully pulled her outer lips down as far as they would go, thus trapping the inner lips within their folds. It was easy to see what she was doing because somebody, probably Ben, had shaved her pussy clean of any hair at all. Holding Allison's sex with one hand she then placed the tip of her needle against the soft flesh with her other hand before looking up at her victim's face.
Allison was straining to look down at her latest tormentor, desperately attempted to plead with her not to carry out this barbarous act. Anita quickly looked away, for she already felt guilty and she didn't want Anita's doleful eyes to put her off the task she was forced to do. With a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach, Anita pushed the needle through the flesh of Allison's lips until the sharp metal tip appeared at the other side.
Above her Allison groaned loudly into her brutal gag, but Anita continued with her work, trying to blot out the sounds of suffering that she was causing. Skilled at needle work at school, Anita quickly stitch her way along the full length of Allison's slit, not stopping until the whole of her vulva was criss-crossed with the course string. With an expert knot she tied off the string then cut it with her teeth.
"Excellent, my dear, excellent, " cried Ben, after he's turned off the ever present video camera. "You see, Pete, I was right not to sell her just yet – you've got a proper little housewife to play with there!"
"Yes, Boss, she's a good girl all right," agreed Pete, motioning for Anita to go over and join him. "Once she'd had a taste of my whip she discovered all kinds of skills, most of which she never knew she had!"
With that Pete retied Anita's hands behind her back with the same piece of rope, then unzipped his flies as she knelt demurely in front of him. Ben laughed as he retrieved the precious cassette for he knew that his first mate couldn't resist shoving his huge black cock into Anita's soft wet mouth. He watched for a moment, as Pete grabbed Anita's auburn hair then pushed his erect penis between her lips then down her throat.
Ben was always surprised how, after initial choking half to death, these girls could get used to having Pete's eleven-inch monster thrust upon them. Ben knew that the girls would much prefer his prick embedded in their vaginas, but, unfortunately for them, he preferred to use their mouths or ream their arseholes. As he left he could see Anita struggling to cope with Pete's full length, pumping in and out of her mouth irresistibly.
Ben chuckled to himself as he wandered along the corridor, wondering where Pete got his ability to raise erection after erection. Mind you, with all these girls literally hanging around, in some cases, Ben didn't do so bad himself in raising the old flagpole. The thought of what he was going to do next made his cock stir in his boxer shorts for he had a girl to punish.
He had calmed down a little since the little slut Katrina had come without his express permission and, after all, she had worked so well earlier, entertaining the bidders earlier. However, rules were rules and the bitch had broken them so she would have to pay for this grave infringement of them. Besides, Ben loved to chastise his prisoners and Katrina was his very own slave, to do with as he pleased.
He found her washing glasses in the large stateroom where the auction had taken place. She was still in her exquisite maid's outfit, with the hem of her black satin skirt falling several inches above her lace-topped hold up stockings. Ben felt his cock pushing against his flies, yet before he screwed the living daylights out of her he was determined to punish her for her insolence.
"Ben's, come here and present yourself to your master," he ordered, his voice booming around the room.
Katrina jumped, for she didn't know that he was there. Immediately she put down the glass that she was cleaning then ran up to him, dropping to her knees before him and spreading her thighs as far as they would go as a sign of her total submission. Her head was bowed appropriately and her wrists were crossed behind her back yet, despite this act of complete subservience, Ben was still going to discipline her.
"Do you remember what you did, after I'd told you not to?" He demanded, taking a fistful of her beautiful hair.
"Yes, master," replied Katrina, scared at the sudden realisation that she was about to be made to suffer for her act of passion.
"And what exactly was that you do, you disgusting whore?"
"I came, master, without your permission," stammered Katrina piteously. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help…"
"Of course you could help it, you slutty bitch!" Screamed Ben, feeling the rage rising within him once more. "You disobeyed me and now you're going to pay!"
"Please forgive me, master," begged Katrina, absolutely terrified at what Ben would do to her, for she knew he was capable of anything.
"Now, my dear, which part of your squirming body did you use to come, without my say so," asked Ben, controlling his temper whilst he interrogated his slave.
"It was my pussy, master," whispered Katrina hoarsely. "But I was so turned on by you…"
"I don't want to hear it!" Screamed Ben. He lost his cool once more and slapped Katrina across the face with the back of his hand. "It was your slit that betrayed you and so it'll be your slit that'll pay!"
"No, please don't do that to me again," pleaded Katrina as Ben dragged her up off the floor.
Poor Katrina had been punished many times in the past for she had cum without Ben's permission. Whether it was her pussy, her nipples or even up her arse she had been severely chastised to teach her to beg to be allowed to cum. Each correctional session had left her battered and bruised, as well as very sore from her encounter with Ben's wrath. Something told her that this time would be no different.
Ben took her out onto the deck, where he summoned a couple of the burly pirates to come and help him. In a trice the three of them stripped her then had Katrina's wrists tied behind her and her ankles bound to long lengths of rope that disappeared up into the ships rigging. With a heave on the dangling ends of the rope Katrina found herself being pulled up into the air, upside down with her pussy dangerously exposed to whatever Ben had in mind.
"Now, boys, go take your dog whips there and flog this bitch's pussy for a full hour," ordered Ben with a grin on his face. "Then cut her down and screw her hard 'till the sun goes down. And, whilst you're at it, be sure that she comes a few times!"
"Yes, sir!" Chorused both men, taking their scourges from their belts then raising them menacingly up in the air.
As Ben walked away he heard the first whistle crack of the leather things as a whip found its tender target, followed by a shriek of pain from his slave girl. She really was in for a torrid time, but then she shouldn't have been such a naughty little girl, should she? Ben's cock reminded him of just how aroused he was again, so he decided to check out the two girls that he and Pete had left to the mercy of the candles.
Ben found Cassie and Conchita exactly where they had been left, which wasn't surprising, as he'd not bothered to tell anyone to deal with them. Both appeared to be unconscious, although Ben knew that Cassie was probably just asleep for her candle had burnt out long before he left her. Conchita, on the other hand, had probably passed out, especially as Ben could see that her candle had been completely melted into her vagina.
Realising that it was pretty impossible to shove his cock into the girls' vaginas, Ben decided that he would ream one of their arseholes in order to satisfy his carnal lusts. As he walked over to where Cassie was strapped down he unzipped his flies then took out his stiffened cock. To make sure she was awake Ben slapped her bottom as hard as he could, before nudging the tip of his penis between her quivering buttocks.
"What are you doing to me?" Demanded Cassie in her Irish lilt, coming to with a start.
"What do you think I'm going to do, you stupid bitch?" Replied Ben nastily, ripping the solidified wax from around her anus.
"No, you can't, it's not natural," cried Cassie, panicking suddenly.
"Well, I sure as hell can't stick it in your pussy, can I?" Stated Ben, nodding to the mass of hardened wax that now pervaded her sex.
"Please don't put it in there," begged Cassie, looking up at him ruefully. "I just know it's gonna hurt and I couldn't stand it!"
"I'm afraid that you're going to have to stand it," insisted Ben forcefully, yanking the hardened wax from between her cheeks. "For I'm about to screw your arse then fill it with cum!"
With that Ben rammed his cock up into the unlubricated arse of the screaming Cassie, splitting her little sphincter and making her bleed as he did so. She was incredibly tight, but Ben just pushed even harder to get his rampant member deep inside her, grabbing hold of Cassie's ample breasts to gain better purchase. Her shrieking and wriggling only served to arouse him more as well as spur him on more violent thrusts into her.
Ben was so excited that, after only a few strokes, he shot his load into Cassie, leaving her writhing in agony at the burning sensation between her cheeks. Once he had wiped his cock clean on the poor girl's long red hair, Ben wandered out of the room with yet another grin on his face. How he loved to use then abuse these girls and, luckily for him, there seemed to be a never-ending supply of them on the Islands of the Caribbean.
It was now time for him to deal with the two American bitches, who were still cooped up in the holding cells in the bowels of the ship. He had a potential customer for those two already, no matter how raw and untrained they both were. This man wanted two slags in a hurry and, because he was such a good punter, Ben decided that he would continue to use the tapes that he had made to string their fathers along, whilst also pocketing the cash from their purchaser. Talk about having one's cake, eating and making a trifle out of it.
Ben descended to the bottom of the ship to the area that he had previously described as his own personal purgatory. He knew that the girls he put down there, and there were at least fifteen of them in total were all in great torment as they waited in their miniscule cells. None of them had any idea how long they would have to wait or what terrors awaited them when they were finally let out of their boxes.
Lucinda was slowly going out of her mind in her tight solitary confinement, doubled up in two by the severe bonds placed upon her. She didn’t know how long she’d been in the cell, but she was aware that she was loosing all feeling in her limbs because of the ropes looped harshly around her. Her neck hurt her as well, for she had been forced to move her head to one side in order to accommodate the large dog bowl that Pete had left in her cell.
At least she’d managed to eat all the foul smelling food that had been presented to end her by Pete, which meant that she might avoid further punishment. She knew that she couldn’t take much more of the treatment that she had been receiving since their capture. Her greatest worry, however, was Tiffany, who had clearly lost it over the last couple of days.
She wasn’t going to be able survive any more floggings or any more abuse so, even though Lucinda was suffering already, she would have to take on board at least some of what was coming Tiffany’s way. Consequently, when the door in front of her crashed open flooding her cell with light, she was ready to do what she could for her lifelong friend.
“Did you enjoy your kip, you lazy little whore?” Demanded Ben as he began to drag Lucinda from her cell. “And I see that you’ve eaten all your grub, you greedy tart!”
“Yes…master,” stammered Lucinda as Ben dumped her unceremoniously on the cold hard floor.
Without bothering to untie Lucinda, Ben went over to Tiffany’s cell to release her. As he opened the cell door he saw that Tiffany was lying face down in the bowl of dog food, food that was clearly uneaten. Ben hauled her out of the cell then dropped her onto the floor so that she crushed her breasts against the floor as she fell. It was clear to Lucinda that Ben was absolutely furious and that she might have to speak up for her friend sooner than she thought.
“So, did you think that Pete was joking when he gave you this precious food and threatened you with menaces if you didn’t eat it?” Shouted Ben as he towered over his semi-conscious victim.
“She couldn’t help it, master!” Cried Lucinda bravely. “She is so shocked with fright that she can’t understand what you’re saying to her.”
“Did I ask you, you squirming cockroach?” Yelled Ben. “This bitch can answer for herself so don’t open your trap again, understand?”
Lucinda nodded humbly, but she was still determined to get in between Tiffany and any punishment that Ben might have in mind for her. She watched warily as Ben untied most of the ropes that bound her friend so cruelly, noticing that he left her wrists tied behind her back. Once he’d finished he did exactly the same thing with Lucinda, yanking the knots free angrily as he went about his task.
“I’m going to make you pay, young Tiffany, because you don’t get away with ignoring what my first mate says,” snarled Ben as he finished removing the bindings from Lucinda’s tormented body.
Lucinda knew that he was trying to goad her, but she’d decided to bide her time until Tiffany’s threatened punishment materialised. She waited quietly until she was free then struggled to her feet as Ben pulled viciously upwards on her long blonde hair. They were obviously going somewhere but Lucinda knew that Tiffany would have great difficulty standing up in her state.
This didn’t deter Ben though, for he simply grabbed her by the throat then heaved her up from the floor, leaving her teetering against the other cell doors. Ben was not a man to trifle with, especially when he was angry, so when he grabbed both girls’ hair they followed meekly behind him. He led them up stairs towards one of the shower areas where he intended to shower the sweat, semen and urine from their tortured bodies.
When they were inside the small tilled room Ben mad the two girls stand against the wall whilst he took hold of a long length of rubber hosepipe. With no warning he blasted the pair of them with a blast of icy water, causing them to gasp in surprise. There was no escape from the freezing jet of water for, however much they tried to dodge around, Ben simply followed them with the nozzle.
Whichever way the frantic girls turned, Ben caught them with the water, whether it was on breasts or buttocks. With there arms bound behind them there was no way that they could protect themselves so Ben could hit them wherever he wanted to. It wasn’t so much a case of getting the girls clean but more another chance to make them suffer even more at his hands.
Laughing like a maniac, he continued to ply the glacial stream against the girls’ shivering bodies for nearly half an hour until they were both completely exhausted. They slumped against each other on the slippery floor, gaining what comfort they could and resigned to the fact that Ben could and would do anything he wanted to them. The only positive thing that Lucinda could see was that Tiffany seemed to have been roused out of her trance-like state.
Once Ben saw that his victims were not jumping around any more he turned off the hose then ordered the girls to their feet again. Using the wall and each other the two friends managed to stand up with water dripping from their glistening bodies. As he looked on, Ben could feel his cock rising once again for there was nothing quite like the site of two wet and naked girls, hands bound behind them, struggling with each other to stand up.
“All right, ladies, come along with me, for I have a surprise for you!” Declared Ben, indicating that they should follow him.
He didn’t give them towels to dry themselves so as they trailed behind him they shuddered uncontrollably from the cold. Ben just didn’t care about their how they felt as long as they looked as good as they did. He knew that his client would be delighted when he saw this pair of beauties, however dishevelled they may appear. As they made their way up through the ship he could hear the sound of a helicopter landing on the deck above him.
This was the purchaser arriving from a nearby island, right on time to meet the two girls that she was about whisk away with her. Ben knew that this woman, apparently something of a collector of enchanting young women, would pay a great deal for these two specimens. But Ben wanted her to pay a lot more than she was prepared to so he had organised a little show for him. He would also persuade her to stay the night so she could sample some of the delights on board the ship.
First of all he would make Anita tart up the two girls so that they would be at their best when the buyer first saw them. He stopped at one of the many communicators throughout the ship so that he could order her to meet him in one of the video rooms. When he reached the allotted room Anita was already there, wearing a similar French maid’s outfit to the one that Katrina wore.
Anita looked almost as good, with her long legs encased in seamed stockings atop high-heeled court shoes. Her incredibly short black satin dress fell miles above her lace stocking tops, revealing the fact that no panties covered her shaven pussy. A white apron and white lacy hat perfectly complemented her outfit and she curtseyed humbly as Ben entered.
“Now, don’t you look a pretty picture?” Cried Ben as he gazed at her.
“Thank you, master,” Anita responded, not entirely displeased with his comment.
“Now I want these two done up as nicely as you are within the next hour,” Ben continued. “You’ll find everything you need in here. I’m going to lock this door, so don’t try anything stupid, and if they’re not ready when I need them, then you’re in big trouble.
With that Ben left, first slamming then locking the door behind him before going up on deck to meet his guest. When he found the woman, she was standing with Pete next to the inverted form of Katrina, who was still being flogged mercilessly between her legs by two pirates. Ben watched for a moment, secretly looking at his guest and admiring her profile in the evening sunshine. There was no doubt that she was an attractive woman, with her long blonde hair and her posh business suit.
He didn’t know much about her, other than what he’d heard from heard from the clients that frequented his various auctions. Her name was Deborah Stanton and she was reputed to be from a very rich family in Texas who had developed a penchant for subservient female flesh during her time as head prefect at a girls’ boarding school in England. Daddy had financed her time in Europe as well as giving her the money for a successful business.
It was some of this obvious wealth that Ben was after over the next couple of days but, watching his new guest, he began to have his doubts. As she watched the two pirates whip between Katrina’s legs she ad a look of distaste on her face as if she found no pleasure in what she was seeing. Surely a woman of her persuasion would be delighted to see such a punishment on her arrival on board ship.
He also looked at the female pilot of the helicopter, who had joined the group of spectators. She was almost as attractive as Miss Stanton, with her ample figure squeezed into her dark blue flying suit however there was something not quite right about her either. She too was looking on almost in disgust as Katrina writhed around in blinding agony under the lash.
If she were an employee of Deborah, as she claimed when they had spoken a few days before, then surely she would be used to this sort of thing. Ben decided to test his theory further so he went down to introduce himself to her.
“Ah, good afternoon Miss Stanton, I’m so pleased to meet you at last,” cried Ben as he walked up to her with his hand extended.
“Ben, I presume,” responded Deborah, shaking his hand firmly. “Thank you for inviting me here.”
“What do you think about the little performance we set up for your arrival?” Asked Ben slyly.
“Very stimulating, I’m sure,” replied Deborah, not altogether convincingly. “What on earth has she done to deserve that?”
“Ah well, she came without my permission,” answered Ben sternly. “And that, I’m afraid, is just not on.”
“Quite, and we must keep these naughty girls under control,” responded Deborah, wincing as one of the scourges caught Katrina between her labia causing the whipped slave girl to scream in anguish.
“And now it’s time for part two of her punishment,” announced Ben. “Right lads, cut her down and get on with the raping!”
The two men eagerly obeyed, instantly lowering the sobbing Katrina to the deck before unzipping their pants. Ben watched Deborah as she surveyed the scene of utter depravity unfolding before her. He noticed that she was having great difficulty looking on as first one pirate then the other rammed their rock hard cocks into Katrina’s swollen and stinging vagina.
“Please, no more, I can’t stand the pain!” Pleaded Katrina piteously. “I’m sorry, Master, I couldn’t help it…please…”
Poor Katrina was caught between pleading for the men to stop ravishing her and screaming her head off at pain of her brutal defilement. Ben thought the sight of Katrina thrashing around on the deck in agony incredibly stimulating, but he noticed that Deborah was even turning away from the scene before her. There was something about this woman that wasn’t right and he decided that he would watch her like a hawk.
“This is the only way to treat these disobedient bitches,” commented Ben, fishing for a reaction from his mysterious guest.
“Yes, of course,” replied Deborah distractedly. “I find that I have to do this with my girls all the time!”
“Well, we’d better leave these men to their work and go and get you and your pilot settled in,” suggested Ben, indicating that Deborah should go with him inside.
Deborah nodded to her pilot and they both followed him through the bulkhead door then onto their spacious cabins.
“I hope that these will do,” said Ben, opening the doors for them. “I’ll send a maid along soon to assist you.”
“Thank you, Ben,” responded Deborah, finally regaining her composure. “You’ve been so kind and I can’t wait to see what else you have on offer for me!”
Ben bowed politely then left his guests to sort themselves out. He went straight back to Pete to tell him that he didn’t trust the new arrivals and ordered him to record any discussions that they had with each other. Once he was sure that Pete was manning the tape machines that lead to the microphones in the guest rooms, he went down to the video room o see how Anita was getting on.
Having unlocked the door he went in to discover that she had done a marvellous job with the two friends. They were both wearing shiny black leather ankle boots with spiky five-inch heels that emphasised their shapely legs. Black studded dog collars were fastened around their necks and there bodies were crossed with red leather straps that dug into their flesh around their firm breasts, their slender waists and up between their shaven labia.
Anita had tied their hair up on the top of their heads with black bows so that they both had an air of elegance. She had even managed to make up both girls expertly then splash Ben’s favourite Eden all over their quivering bodies. Elbow length black leather gloves completed their outfits and Anita held a pair of handcuffs in her hand, ready to put them on the girls any way her master wished.
“I see that Pete has taught you well, my dear,” commented Ben admiringly. “These two sluts look delightful. Now put their cuffs behind them and follow me.”
Anita immediately obeyed and the group made their way up to the guest cabins where the so-called client waited. Ben knocked on her door then entered with the two slave girls who he still hoped would make him so much richer.
“Here you are, Deborah,” announced Ben, thrusting the friends forward so that she could get a better look at them.
“Well, aren’t they lovely?” Cried Deborah coming over to examine them. “Why don’t you leave them with me to get acquainted?”
“Of course, as you wish,” replied Ben, bowing once more then leaving her with the trembling salve girls.
Once he’d closed the door, Ben rushed off to talk to Pete in order to find out what Deborah was saying. Pete informed him that Deborah had said nothing so far so they both listened intensely to the speakers beside the tape recorder.
“Don’t worry, girls, we’ve come to get you out of here,” Deborah was explaining.
“But I thought that daddy would have paid the money already,” stammered Lucinda incredulously.
“He has, but as with many other girls, this monster has no intention of handing you back,” went on Deborah earnestly.
“So what was he going to do?” Asked Tiffany.
“Well, I’m here pretending to be a slave owner who’s come to buy the pair of you,” said Deborah conspiratorially. “But my pilot, Judith and I are really British police officers
“I’ve heard enough,” declared Ben, switching off the machine. “Get a couple of men and meet me outside the guest rooms!”
Pete scuttled off to fetch the men whilst Ben wandered off to prepare to deal with these two interlopers. He would kidnap them, move the ship to his secret hiding place then sell the pair of them to the scummiest slave traders he could find, having first tortured the bitches half to death fort their impudence.
As he worked on his plans the other men joined him so he told them that they would storm both rooms in pairs and capture the women. Deborah and Judith were given no chance to resist as the men charged into their rooms to grab them. They even found that their own regulation handcuffs being used against them to fix their flailing arms behind their backs.
“So, you whores, you thought that you could catch me out, did you?” Demanded Ben angrily, once the two policewomen had been dragged out onto the deck.
“You won’t get away with this, “ yelled Deborah glaring at him. “My colleagues know where I am and they’ll come for me!”
“I don’t think so,” retorted Ben. “You see we’re going to thrash you for a couple of hours until you bleed. Then Pete here will persuade Judith to report that you guys are crashing into the sea then throw your helicopter overboard. Following that I’m going to make you two wish you had never been born!”
“They’ll find you and then I’ll kill you myself!” Shouted Deborah, struggling vainly against her own handcuffs.
“Take them away, Pete,” ordered Ben. “And get them both ready for my whip!”
Pete and his men dragged the policewomen away, whilst Ben turned to Lucinda and Tiffany who were kneeling on shame on the deck. They had spread their knees as wide as they could as well as bowing their heads in the hope of reducing Ben’s anger at them.
“Well, you two soon got into the treachery business, didn’t you?” Snarled Ben. “You really thought that she would save you didn’t you?”
“We know that our fathers have paid up and all we hoped for was that you would let us go,” explained Lucinda bravely.
“They may have paid, but I want more,” confirmed Ben. “And until then you two will continue to suffer, especially after this debacle.”
Ben yanked them both to their feet by their hair then dragged them off to the room in the bow of the ship where his men were busy preparing the latest captives. They cut their clothes away with their knives before looping long chains around
Ankle cuffs were snapped around the women’s ankles then padlocked to ringbolts sunk into the floor.
“You can do the same to these two bitches as well,” ordered Ben. “And take these straps off them so that they feel the full force of the whip!”
Ben watched in delight as his four delightful prisoners were strung up with their arms dragged painfully up behind them in an echo of one of the most horrendous medieval tortures. With their wrists way above their heads and their feet off the floor, Ben knew that the four groaning females were in absolute agony. Their arms were wrenched almost out of their sockets as their body weight slowly pulled them apart.
“Now you lads can leave us because Pete and I can handle this on our own,” Ben informed the other two pirates. “You can send in Anita and Katrina with a tray of tea for us in two hours time.”
“Yes, sir,” chorused the men in unison before leaving the scene of torture that they had helped to create.
“Now, Pete, let’s teach these girls who is in control here,” suggested Ben happily.
“That’s sounds like a good idea to me,” replied Pete, taking his dreadful scourge from his sturdy belt.
“Please don’t do this to us; we know we’re beaten so there’s no need to hurt us,” begged Lucinda, feeling that she should speak out, not only for herself and Tiffany but also for their failed rescuers.
“There may be no need, but we do enjoy it so,” responded Ben evilly.
“We certainly do!” Agreed Pete with a large grin on his face.
Ben decided that the time for words had gone so he raised his multi-thonged leather scourge high into the air behind Deborah’s tormented form. With a terrifying whoosh he slashed the whip across her bent back, leaving a mass of angry welts across her back. The loud crack of the impact made Ben feel great but poor Deborah screamed in agony as she felt the full effect of the first of many blows.
Immediately afterwards Pete launched his first attack having
decided that Judith would receive his attentions before the others. Ben laughed loudly as her yell of pain filled the room because even he very rarely made a girl shriek with his first blow. Perhaps these policewomen were not as hard as he thought they were. With fearsome force he lashed Judith again, this time drawing blood with some of the strands of his whip.
Ben nodded his admiration for his colleague’s work and set about trying to slice so deeply into Deborah’s flesh as to make her bleed. With great satisfaction he flogged her as hard as he could, leaving several bloody trails over her quivering flesh. Both policewomen were sobbing openly in their grief, which made Ben more determined to hurt them as much as he could. Lucinda and Tiffany could hang in misery and wait for their chastisement, for he wanted these policed bitches completely broken first.
“Perhaps we asked for Anita and Katrina to bring the tea too early,” suggested Pete as he caught Judith square across her buttocks.
“Well, if we still have our strength, we might just string them up as well,” replied Ben, swinging Deborah round to face him with his foot so that he could whip her breasts. “We just might…”

The End

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