Chained Cargo Page 4

  Late morning the ship had anchored around three hundred yards off shore. It was the Espadon once again, her rudder repaired after the boarding a few nights before. A row boat was lowered and a two men crew with Pierre de Moncey as passenger made their way across the shallow turquoise bay towards the beach.

  Swift rose to meet them, the others stayed well back. “Ahoy there! Pierre de Moncey I assume!”

  “Yes it is!” De Moncey looked through a small spy glass at the women. “I see my daughter’s tied to that post! I hope she’s alright?”

  “Don’t worry, she’s fine and has come to no harm. As soon as we receive the ransom you can untie her and take her away.”

  “I can see another woman; she’s naked and it looks as if she’s been whipped recently!”

  “That’s your governess, Sarah.”

  “She wasn’t part of the bargain! Where’s my wife?”

  “I’m sorry but we’re not liberating your wife just yet. She’ll be kept until we’re safely away. We’ll inform you of when and where she’s to be released and you can arrange to have her picked up. You get your daughter right away, unharmed and that’s not bad.”

  “But that’s not what was arranged!”

  “We know, but that’s the way it is I’m afraid.”

  Two heavy chests of gold coins were dump on the beach and opened. Swift checked all was in order and then signalled to his men to come over and take them away. Four men took the two chests and headed back to the edge of the beach and out of view.

  “Sir, your daughter is all yours.”

  Swift waited whilst De Moncey went over to the two women and he watched to ensure that the other two men had returned to the boat. Pierre de Moncey released his daughter and they both made for the boat and climbed in.

  Swift looked at him sitting in the boat. “Aren’t you taking your governess?”

  “I can see she’s been well used. She was useful for a while when she came to us, but I don’t need her anymore. I’ll replace her.”

  “But we don’t want her either. Unless you take her she’ll be left here.”

  Pierre ignored Swift and signalled to his men to cast off. Swift shrugged his shoulders and helped to push them off the sand. The two men started to row back to their ship and Swift watched them go. When he was sure they were well on their way back to the Espadon he turned and joined his men. The group of them and the chests of gold started to head for the gap that would take them around the headland and back to their ship.

  Sarah made as much noise as she could through her gag. Swift heard her, but tried to ignore it. Then he stopped, letting his men continue. He reluctantly turned and went back to her.

  He removed the gag. “Don’t leave me here!”

  He got out his pistol and put it to her temple. “Would you like to leave right now?”

  “If you don’t take me with you I’ll die a slow death! Have mercy, I’ve done nothing wrong. If I’m of no use to anyone then please blow my brains out right now.” She burst into tears.

  Swift grinned at her and returned his pistol to his waistband. He undid his breaches and released his cock. He massaged it until it grew hard and grabbed the hair at the back of her head with his other hand.

  “Your cute and I’ll take you back with me. But the captain won’t be pleased. First I’m gonna fuck your face. So suck my cock well and swallow my come or I may change my mind.”

  Sarah opened her mouth and Swift inserted his cock. She willingly set to work sucking and moving her head up and down. When he was ready to come Swift held her head tight in both hands so she couldn’t move and came, his cock pumping his liquid into her throat.

  “Ah! That’s good. I think I may have you for myself.”

  Once the men and gold were back on board and the boats stowed, the Scorpion lost no time in weighing anchor and setting sail for Conk Point on the mainland. It was only a mile due west from where the ship had been anchored. After negotiating the northern coast of Green Island, they anchored again close to the shore near the point.

  Quinn was on deck and animated when she saw Sarah. “Tom, what the hell are doing with that woman?”

  “The count didn’t want her and she begged to come back. I’ll be responsible for her.”

  “Damn’ it I’ve no time for this right now! Chain her back down below and join me in my cabin - we need to talk about our plans. Fletch, send some men ashore to get us a wagon or a cart and meet me in my cabin.”

  Soon after, both men arrived at Quinn’s cabin. She was pacing nervously up and down.

  “Look, let’s get some of the treasure ashore, there’s no point in carry it around. It’s too risky. Fletch, you can deposit the jewellery and some of the gold back at our plantation. We’ll sail over to Parnham and you can join us there by road.”

  Swift scratched his head. “Shouldn’t we pay the men some of their share now captain?”

  “Yes, but only when we reach Parnham. We’ll keep some of what’s due to them on board in coin ready to pay them when we get there. The true value of the dowry has yet to be assessed, so they’ll have to wait for the rest. You can tell them if you want.”

  “Aye, captain. But we still have the mother aboard. What are your plans?”

  “We’ve been paid for her so there’s no rush to do anything. We’ll take on provisions and have some harbour time in Parnham. The men can amuse themselves with their pay there. After that, we sail west to Jamaica.”

  Swift jumped forward. “What? That’s nearly a thousand miles!”

  “I know. It’ll take a couple of weeks to get there. We’re going to try and join up with my old captain, John Booth. He operates out of Port Royal. There’s plenty of gold to be plundered from the Spanish treasure fleet as it passes south of the Bahamas. We’ll spend some time there and get rich. Then we’ll return to Antigua.”

  “But Captain, there’s plenty to keep us occupied up here.”

  “As you’ve already said, the French Navy will be looking for us around these waters. We’ll disappear from the French Windward Islands for a while. I need more gold to buy land on Antigua and the Spanish Main will provide it far more easily than the French here. You may want your own ship one day Tom and I promise I’ll give you one soon if you stay with me a little longer. However, if you don’t like the idea of such a journey then I will understand it if you want to leave. The men can also decide in Parnham if they want to continue in my crew. Those that leave will be paid an estimate of what’s due to them. We’ll replace any deserters and increase the crew with new, more willing recruits in Port Royal.”

  Swift sighed. “Look I’ve no plans to leave you and the Scorpion, captain. So Jamaica it is.” He got up and left.

  Fletch had been listening silently and now he was alone with Quinn, he decided to speak. “Cap’n, are weez gonna keep Danielle all that time chained up?”

  “Yes. You and the crew can fuck her all you want. And I’ll have her whipped, whenever I want.” Fletch hung his head. “Now don’t you get attached to her Fletch, you know what I’m planning. We should make her work hard, scrubbing decks and cleaning. That’ll get her on deck a bit.”

  “Okay, cap’n.”

  “When you’re at the plantation bring those uniforms and irons I had made. Remember them?”

  “Yez cap’n. Iz remember.”

  Fletch took a few men ashore with the treasure and made his way to a small abandoned sugar plantation about two miles from Conk Point. Quinn had bought the land two years earlier. It had been a one windmill plantation with fifty slaves, but now it was overgrown and untended. The small estate house was still in good condition and was looked after in Quinn’s absence by a white woman and a negro couple related to Fletch.

  Whilst Fletch was on his way, the Scorpion set sail north that evening through North Sound and in to Parnham Harbour. It was a short voyage of less than twenty miles. They anchored just outside the harbour off Crab’s Peninsula. It was a good spot that they’d used before. A rough road led
from the Peninsula to the town, which was about a mile away.

  5. Parnham

  The following day a landing party led by Swift was sent ashore to get provisions from Parnham town. Swift also scouted the harbour for possible recruits for the crew. They returned that afternoon with four wagons loaded with food and drink and they ferried the goods onto to the ship.

  Once everyone was aboard, Quinn addressed the crew. “You’ve been a good crew these last few days. Swift will pay you some of what is due to you in coin. The rest we can only estimate as we have no idea yet of the plunder’s total value. You can let off steam in port again tonight. Tomorrow we sail west to Jamaica. If any of you choose not to continue with the Scorpion and want to find another ship, tell Swift. He will give you an estimate of what is owed to you and you can leave.”

  Swift paid the crew and the majority were set free to enjoy the town and its taverns. Quinn and Swift stayed with the ship waiting for Fletch to return. Five other men remained in case they needed to set sail in a hurry.

  Quinn was smoking a cigar, leaning on the ship’s side watching the road from the town. The sun was setting, casting an orange light over Parnham. Swift approached her from behind, he had Sarah with him.

  “Captain, I would like you to meet another potential member of the crew!”

  Quinn turned around. There before her was Sarah, dressed in loose trousers and an over-sized shirt. She stood in an ill-fitting pair of boots.

  Quinn laughed. “Tom! You’re crazier than me! What the hell can she do aboard ship?”

  Sarah looked annoyed. “I speak French and Spanish, I can cook, I can clean, I can sing and play the guitar and I can fuck!”

  Quinn smiled and took a draw on her cigar. She stared directly back at Sarah and let the smoke out slowly.

  “I’m sorry that Pierre de Moncey dumped you, but you know you’re free to leave the ship at any time now. Just walk into Parnham and find a new life. I’ll even give you some gold to spend. You’ll become a criminal if you join the crew.”

  “I’ve nowhere else to go and I could like it here providing you don’t chain me up again.”

  Swift stepped forward. “Captain, she could be useful - we may lose a fair number of men tonight. I think she’s reliable and you seem to like her. There may be times on our long voyages when you may like to make use of her as well.”

  “Oh yes captain! You can have me whenever you want and do to me whatever you want!”

  Quinn turned away to look back at the beach and reflect. “Alright, she stays as far as Jamaica and then we’ll see. Take her ashore and get her some decent boots and clothes.”

  Their conversation was interrupted by the clatter of an approaching horse and cart on the peninsula road. A large black man was at the reins - it was Fletch.

  “Ahoys there!” he yelled from the shore.

  Quinn threw her half smoked cigar into the water below. “Everything okay Fletch?”

  “Aye cap’n. Other mens in town a drinkin’. Youz comin’?”

  “Not tonight. Take Tom and his new recruit instead.”

  “Aye cap’n. Iz puts them things you wanted in the boat.”

  Swift moved away, but Sarah remained and moved close to Quinn to whisper to her. “Thank you captain, I’m yours if you want me. I have been since you questioned me in your cabin.”

  Quinn turned quickly around towards her and smiled. “Go and get drunk with the men. If you do decide to return and really want to join my crew, then come and see me in my cabin. Be prepared, I’d like to give you a good strapping and work your cunt hard myself tonight.”

  Sarah’s eyes widened. “Aye, aye captain!”

  She turned and re-joined Swift at the ship’s side. They climbed down to the boat waiting below to take them ashore.

  It was two in the morning when the last of the crew returned to the ship. Most of them were worse for wear. Sarah was merry and was giggling her head off. She made straight for the captain’s cabin.

  Swift turned and shouted out to her. “Where are you off to?”

  “To see the captain! She invited me for a nightcap. I need a spanking for being a bad girl and if I’ve not been bad enough to be spanked, I’ll do something badder!”

  “Ah, you’re as drunk and crazy as the rest of us. I’m to bed.”

  She reached the captain’s door and knocked.

  Quinn’s voice rang out. “Come in Sarah, shut and lock the door!”

  Sarah stumbled into the cabin and locked the door. She turned around to see Quinn sitting at the chart table going through some charts. An ornate candelabrum with a dozen blazing candles sat on the table, casting a soft light over her. Quinn was wearing a thin white chemise, her huge breasts swayed enticingly under the silk as she stood up. The chemise was very short and it barely covered her crotch. The outline of her nipples and their rings showed through the thin material.

  Sarah approached her slowly, mesmerised. “My god captain you’re magnificent!”

  “And I see you’ve got some better boots and clothes. You look like a pirate now. Take off your shirt and let me see you.” Sarah obeyed. “Now put that strap lying on the table between your teeth and put your hands on your head.” She did as instructed. Quinn then stroked her breasts with both hands and caressed both her nipples with her thumbs. “Your nipples get nice and hard quickly. I’m going to spank them with the strap.” Quinn took the strap and stood back slightly. “Are you ready?” Sarah nodded vigorously, stuck out her chest and closed her eyes.

  The first stroke came down vertically on to her right nipple. She flinched and gasped but stuck out her chest again for the next stroke, which came down on her left breast. Quinn repeated the strokes alternating between her breasts. They began to glow red and Sarah was starting to breathe heavily, but she continued to receive the strokes with her chest out. After twelve stokes Quinn stopped and caressed Sarah’s nipples with her free hand.

  “You took that well. Your nipples are deep red and rock hard now. Did you like that?”

  “It hurt a bit but I liked the sensation.”

  “Pain on an erogenous part of the body can be very stimulating. Remove your boots and your pants. I’m going to strap your backside.” Sarah was soon naked. “Now bend over the chart table, spread your legs and stick your arse out.” Again Sarah complied.

  Quinn stood to one side of her and brought the strap down hard across her backside. It cracked as it hit her flesh. Sarah hardly moved. Quinn continued to strap her hard, moving around her backside, laying the strokes on from different directions. Crimson outlines of the strap started to appear on Sarah’s skin. Sarah still did not move her body, but she bowed her head, her hands were clenched and again she started to breathe heavily. Quinn concentrated on the lower part of her arse and the backs of her upper thighs. The strap was now coming very close to Sarah’s vagina.

  “Oh captain! That’s good! I can feel it vibrate my cunt!”

  Quinn stopped. “Don’t move.” Quinn caressed Sarah’s arse and ran her hand down to her vagina. “Your arse is really hot now and your cunts soaking wet! Turn around.”

  Sarah stood up and turned to face Quinn. Quinn put her free hand behind Sarah’s head, pulled her towards her and kissed her full on the mouth. In response Sarah put her arms around her and caressed her back through the silk, letting her hands move down to Quinn’s backside. Quinn moved back suddenly.

  “What’s wrong? I’d like to touch you as well. I could feel your nipple rings on my breasts when we kissed. I think it’s marvellous. You’ve turned me on, I can’t stop now.”

  Quinn moved back close to Sarah. “I’ve been scarred on my arse and I’m a bit sensitive about it the first time when I make love. Kiss me again and you can touch it.”

  As they gorged each other’s mouths once more, Sarah let her hands slide down to Quinn’s backside, caressing it through the silk. She lifted the chemise upwards with her fingers to feel the bare flesh underneath. She could feel hard shapes on Quinn’s skin. Quinn m
oved her head to the side, slightly out of breath.

  “Your good with your hands Sarah, I like it. Now my cunts wet too. I liked strapping you and you took it well. Get on your knees.” Sarah dropped down and Quinn spread her legs. “Use your fingers and your tongue if you wish. Explore me.”

  Sarah played with the protruding cunt lips and then kissed Quinn on her pubic mound. “The stubble of your cunt hair is so soft!” She moved her hands back to Quinn’s backside. “Those scars on your arse! Please let me see them!”

  Sarah moved to look. “My God you’ve been branded on both cheeks! A Tudor rose on one side and a gothic cross mark on the other! Oh and there’s one at the base of your spine! Just four circles. What does all this mean?”

  Quinn pulled her chemise over her head and threw it away. “There you are! All my body is exposed for you!”

  Sarah stood back up and looked at Quinn’s front.

  “Oh captain! Your body! All those whip marks! I saw some of them the other day when you whipped Danielle. It’s all so magnificent!”

  “You can call me Jacqueline. Do you like my marks?”

  “Oh yes!” Sarah moved around Quinn. “Especially those branding scars on your arse! The thought of you suffering makes me feel weak at the knees. How did all this happen?”

  “I’ll tell you about it later.” Quinn pointed to a large bowl of water on the window sill. “Wash and shave my cunt!” Sarah set to work. “When you’ve finished I’ll wash and shave yours. Then we can lick each other.”

  When Sarah had finished, Quinn made her sit on the window sill to shave her. Sarah did as she was told. “Oh I like that! So gentle and dangerous!”

  When Quinn had finished, she kissed Sarah’s shaven pubis.

  “Sarah, my cunt needs your attention right now.”

  Quinn lay with her back on the chart table. She moved slightly sideways, lifted one leg and placed her foot on the table close to its edge. Her crotch was exposed. Sarah knelt in front of it and ran her fingers in between Quinn’s labia. Quinn moaned.