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From: an58215@anon.penet.fi
Message-ID: <041303Z29121993@anon.penet.fi>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Date: Wed, 29 Dec 1993 04:09:45 UTC
Subject: CARI & THE PIRATES (complete!)

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WARNING:  The following material is intended for the enjoyment of
ADULTS ONLY!  It contains fictional elements of non-consensual
bondage which should NOT be emulated in reality!  In reality,
whips and chains, etc. can be quite damaging!

 



CARI & THE PIRATES

"Bring the bitch up on deck!  We'll tame her yet, the proud
young calf!"  Cari heard the gruff voice calling out orders to
his men as clearly as if the man who owned the voice had been
right here with her, locked in the bare cabin below decks.  It
was the voice of Captain John Everitt, one of the most feared
pirates of the Carolina coast.

All ships trained their spy glasses constantly upon the
horizons on sharp lookout for the dreaded pirate and legendary
freebooter, for if any ship ran afoul of the "Jolly Archer", both
ship and crew would rarely be seen again.

There was a clanking of chains and the turning of a key in
the big iron lock of her cabin door, and Cari knew that her time
of reckoning had come.  For two days since her capture off
Charleston harbor, just two miles out of port, she had been
living a nightmare of tormented expectation.  Of the fifteen
women and girls that had been taken from the good ship "Renee",
it appeared that Captain Everitt liked the golden-haired,
blue-eyed Cari the best.

The moment his men had forced the captured women onto the
Jolly Archer, before sinking the disabled "Renee" with all
surviving male hands still aboard, the pirate captain had made it
more than clear that she was the one he preferred to keep for his
own.

He had explained his plans for selling the female prisoners
to an Arab merchant he knew who paid handsomely for pretty, white
female flesh.  He had made a point as well of mentioning that
this white-slaver from the east paid particularly well for
golden-haired women like young Cari.  He said that this wild Arab
preferred to "amuse" himself with women of this lighter variety
himself instead of selling them for profit, although those
wretched women he chose for his own soon enough begged to be sold
into slavery, or to be killed even, if only they could be free of
the vile man.

Cari assumed the pirate had only bothered to tell her all
this in hopes of frightening the girl into submitting to his own
disgusting demands, because a moment before he had offered her
special treatment if she would only agree to become his "ship's
woman", which of course amounted to little more than ship's
whore, and Cari had instantly refused.  The pirate captain had
been angered then and had promised the girl she would soon change
her mind.

For two days she had been kept locked away alone within this
cabin, furnished only with a wooden bunk and rough blanket, her
meals consisting of a tasteless mush served to her in a wooden
bowl slipped through a narrow opening in the door once each day.

 From the deck above she had heard the screams and cries of
her fellow female prisoners, and Cari could only imagine,
shudderingly, what vile horrors the poor women were experiencing
there.

Now the thick wooden door swung heavily inward and two
mean-looking ship's hands rushed into the cabin, seized Cari
roughly, and dragged her up the hatchway stairs to the open deck.

An instant later, Cari found herself facing once again the
grinning specter of Captain Everitt.  His wide, wicked grin
revealed a golden tooth, from the center of which gleamed a
single small diamond that was set there.  He appeared to be
around forty years of age, brawny, darkly tanned, and
well-muscled, and Cari might even have considered him handsome if
she had not known from legends the man's true evil nature.

The captain laughed loudly.  "Well, my fine lass!  Has two
days in the hold changed your mind about me?  Are ya' willing to
serve your captain in the luxury of his own cabin now?"

Cari answered, not with words, but with a gesture the pirate
could as easily understand.  She spat directly into the rough
man's face.  In an instant, the smile was gone, replaced by a
sneer of impatience and barely controlled fury.

"Look about you, girl!" he rasped, through clenched teeth,
the single diamond flashing in the bright sun.  "See what awaits
you if you continue to refuse me?  See your fine sisters, there,
aloft!"

The man gestured above, and Cari looked up to see the other
female prisoners, scattered above and around her, as they hung
decorating the ship's rigging.  The women had been stripped naked
and tied in various configurations among the tangled network of
lines linking the ship's masts to the deck.

Cari gasped at the sight.  Some of the naked women had been
tied hanging upside down, some hung sideways, parallel to the
ship's deck.  And, worst of all, Cari now saw that four of the
younger women had been tied straddling a crossbeam near the very
top of the center mast.



Weights had been attached to the ankles of these four
unfortunates, so that their nakedly divided cunts were pressed
cruelly into the sharpened inverted "V" of the wooden beam
beneath them.  As the ship gently rolled to a fro, the weight of
these young women shifted on the sharp edge of the beam, causing
them unspeakable torment in their delicate cunts and asses.

Through the noise of the fine wind filling the ship's sails
Cari could hear faint moans filtering down to her on the deck
below, punctuated here and there by an isolated sharper cry as
the motion of the ship caused some particularly unbearable
sensation against one of the tortured women's cunts.

Cari felt faint, and nearly sagged against the dirty crewmen
who stood to either side of her.  Once again, Captain Everitt,
the man who had designed the nightmare Cari had just seen hanging
above her, spoke to her.

"You don't have to suffer like yer' sisters aloft there!"
the man said, his breath a rum-scented horror against her cheek. 
"Be my woman, and all torment will cease!"  The pirate leaned in
even closer to whisper, "Then all you'll know is the blissful
pleasure of my bed, lass!  You'll have me all to your self!  Ha-
ha!  A young girl's dream come true!"

"I'd rather die!" Cari cried.  "Kill me now!  For you'll
never have me in your bed, you stinking, vile toad!"

The captain's eyes grew large, as he staggered away under
the unexpected force of the young woman's response.  Then he
raised his arms above his head and called loudly to his crew. 
"Let's see the bitch dance!"

There was a huge, enthusiastic cry of support from every man
aboard.  Dance?  What did he mean, Cari wondered.  She had her
answer but a few moments later, as the men at her side seized her
by the arms and carried her to the base of the forward mast.  An
iron ring had been fixed to the massive wooden pole, at a height
of about six feet, and Cari soon found herself bound firmly to
the this ring, to hang by her wrists from a strong leather thong. 
She gasped sharply in outrage as she felt rough hands pulling her
legs widely apart so that her body now formed an inverted "Y",
clothed in dress and petticoats.

Cari was stretched tightly now, her face to the rough wooden
mast, as captain Everitt approached her from the rear.  "Now,
we'll see you dance, my dear," he whispered into her ear, before
planting huge, sloppy wet kiss against the exposed nape of her
neck and stepping away.

The captain called loudly again to his crew.  "We must see
the blonde bitch dance, eh, m'lads?"

"Aye!" the crew screamed in response, Cari still not knowing
what the captain had planned for her.  "Then we must truly be
able to see her dance, must we not, m'harties?" the pirate called
again, and again there was the raucous response from the crew.

"Then peel her, Mister Florette!" the captain called, and
Cari felt rough hands gripping her dress behind her neck.  With
one powerful motion, the material of her fine dress, the one she
had received from her relatives in France just the week before as
a birthday present, was ripped violently from her body.

"Nooooooooo!" she screamed, as the man who had done this
began ripping at the petticoats that remained.  Soon young Cari
stood in only her tight corset and bloomers, and a moment later,
despite her outraged screams of protest, even these had been
ripped away, leaving the girl totally naked before the hungry
eyes of a hoard of pirates and their evil captain.  She could
feel the warm sun upon her naked shoulders, and the slight chill
of the fresh sea wind blowing across her back.  She felt the
breeze whispering across her openly exposed tissues of her soft
cunt as well, and sobbed in shame at being to openly exposed to
the horrible men about her.

"Now, we shall see the bitch dance like she has never danced
before!" cried Captain Everitt.  "Bring out the bull-snake, Mr.
Florette!"

Cari strained to peer over her shoulder to see what was
happening, and what she saw froze her with a chill as cold as
death.  A large-muscled man in a stripped shirt, the same man who
had torn away the girl's clothes, had opened a wooden chest that
rested upon the deck, and began withdrawing... "the snake."  It
was a bullwhip, nearly ten feet long.

Cari went wild at the sight.  The thought of that cold
length of black leather whipping into her soft, delicate skin
made her mad with fear.  She pulled violently at her bonds, but
for all her panic-induced strength she could not loosen them a
bit.

"Mr. Florette!" the pirate captain called to his executioner
(for what mere woman could endure the ordeal of such an
instrument of torture, this "snake" the man held coiled in
his powerful right hand, and live) and the man if the striped
shirt instant let fly with the coils of the long bullwhip, sending
it licking through the air with all his considerable strength.
There was a crack as loud and a musket shot, as the last thirty
inches of the whip wrapped themselves across the smooth
lower back of the girl, and curled around to form an
embracing circle about her soft belly.

There was a breathless pause... and then the girl erupted into
an ear-splitting shriek that raised the hair of even the tortured
women in the rigging above with the raw intensity of the
unendurable pain it suggested.

"Aghhhh-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" she screamed.

Mr. Florette did not wait for the scream to end, but cut it off
roughly with another forceful stroke of the lash, this one
landing somewhat higher on the girl's back, so that the last
few inches whipped around to stripe the girl across the pink
nipples of both her sweet young tits.

Cari went truly insane now. Her screams turned to
incoherent, guttural, babbling cries as she whipped her arms
and legs about the little she could in a frantic attempt to
free herself from her bonds. She would have gladly pulled
her arms from their very sockets in order to escape from
the fiery burn of the whip.

But the whip was wrapping itself around her yet again and
all thought of escape was exploded from her brain by the
shear electric lightening racing throughout her frame.

Cari was wailing like a tortured she-cat now, her body
glistening with the sweat that pored from her body,
making her creamy skin seem almost greased, the pink
stripes left by the whip's harsh kisses showing darkly
against the pale background. (There was no blood,
however. Captain Everitt was much too smart a
businessman to damage property as valuable as a
fine young woman. The "snake" was a whip he had
had specially constructed of the finest soft leather and,
although its sting could emulate the harshest tortures of
the damned, it never left so much as a scratch upon the
female flesh it kissed.)

"PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Cari
managed to cry, and the lashing of the whip paused at
a wave of the captain's hand.

"Ah, I see!" called the captain loudly, so that all his
crew could hear. "The bitch is singing so loud, she
cannot hear the music! You must play her a special
tune, Mr. Florette! One that she can truly hear!"

"N... N..." Cari stuttered, shaking her head violently as
she gaspingly tried to find her voice again. But it was
too late.

Mr. Florette now altered his stance, and the next lash
of the long bullwhip was sent hurling up between the
girl's widely parted legs.

Cari's body seemed to jump nearly a foot into the
air along the rough wood of the mast, as the tongue
of the leather whip curled up into the soft, delicate
tissues at her young little cunt, the tip of the lash
snapping up into her navel at the very center the girl's
palpitating young belly.

There was a pistol-crack of fire between the girl's legs,
and Cari felt as if she had been struck by lightening
there. It was a feeling as sharp as orgasm, as cold as
ice, as hot as the wet fluid she felt trickling forth from
the center of her cunt.

Cari's body shivered violently for nearly half a minute
in silence following the single blow to her tender pussy.
Then she inhaled a long, deep breath... and screamed a
scream that sent the sea birds perched along the
topmost rigging squawking into the air in alarm.

When the long, piercing, heart-rending shriek had
faded some moments later, Cari had passed into
merciful unconsciousness, her sweat-soaked young
body hanging limp in her bonds.


-- The End --

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