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  Quinn unclamped her nipple and handed the irons again to Fletch and leant forward and kissed Sarah full on the lips.

  “You’re a good girl Sarah, you’ll stay here tonight.” Quinn inserted the second ring into her newly pierced nipple and got up. “Fletch will close your rings now and then we’ll untie you and drink to you.”

  Fletch sat in the chair in front of Sarah and squeezed the rings shut with a pair of flat nosed pliers. He then picked up the crucible of molten gold and small pan. He sat in front of Sarah and lifted the first ring with the lip of the pan and carefully poured molten gold onto the joint in the ring, any excess gold fell into the pan. Sarah could feel the heat in the ring and winced but her bonds held her tight. Fletch proceeded to seal the second ring in the same way.

  “All done cap’n!”

  “Good. Untie her and clear away all this.”

  Fletch removed the ropes. With her hands now free, Sarah gently cupped her first breast in her hand stroked the nipple and its ring. She did the same with the other breast.

  Quinn took a swig of rum as she watched her. “Hurts like hell doesn’t it?”

  “Yes but it’s worth it! They look fantastic.”

  Fletch disappeared with the brazier and irons. Sarah stood up looking down and admiring her breasts. She shook them from side to side.

  “I’m so proud that I’ve done it! They feel good!”

  “Your tits do look magnificent with the rings; you’ve nicely pointed ends to show them off.”

  Sarah clutched her crotch. “Oh captain my cunts wet and throbbing, I think I’m going to come. Can I take off my pants?”

  “Yes of course.”

  Sarah removed her pants and standing with her legs slightly apart rubbed herself hard. She came almost immediately and grabbed the table edge with her free hand to steady herself.

  “Aaaaah! Oooo,! I’m sorry but I needed that.”

  Quinn smiled at her. “Don’t worry, it’s okay. I was going to do it for you but you beat me to it!” She handed her another cup of rum.

  Sarah downed it. “I said I loved you when you pierced me and it’s true, I do. I can’t expect you to love me and you don’t have to. These rings will always remind me of you.”

  Quinn put her arm around her. “I love you too Sarah”

  “But what about Captain Booth?”

  “I love him too and hope to marry him and settle down. Don’t worry there’s room for you. Let’s make love.”

  “I’m all yours whenever you want me and I’m ready to prove it. Will you brand me with your mark?”

  “What?”

  “Yes! Then I’ll really belong to you! A large C on my arse!”

  Quinn undid her shirt. “I think you’re drunk! Come to bed and fist my cunt; you do it so well.”

  They arrived back in Antigua early morning a few days later. As she had done weeks previously, the Scorpion anchored off Crab’s Peninsula just outside Parnham harbour. Swift was charged with obtaining a number of small carts for the transport of the treasure and provisions. He took a handful of men ashore to walk the mile along the rough road from the Peninsula to the town.

  Carts were found and on two of them the treasure was loaded and disguised with sugar cane. Both Swift and Fletch were then charged with the risky task of transporting it to Quinn’s abandoned sugar plantation about twelve miles away. To be sure they took a handful of armed men with them. During their absence a landing party led by Quinn went ashore to get provisions from the town. Once the ship had been re-provisioned Quinn paid the crew their dues and let them enjoy the inns and taverns. She remained with the ship waiting for Swift and Fletch to return. She hoped they would make it back before sunset, but she knew it was likely to be the next morning. The Antigua roads were always bad.

  It was early afternoon the next day when Swift and Fletch got back and they went straight to Quinn’s cabin.

  Swift gave his report. “It took a while captain. Some of the road’s been washed away near Long Road and we had to make a detour. The treasure has been safely stored at your plantation and we decided to stay overnight. What’s the plan now?”

  “Tomorrow we sail south to Grenada, avoiding all the French islands.”

  Swift was surprised. “But it’s nearly four hundred miles to Grenada. Why go south? Below Grenada it’s well guarded Spanish territory again.”

  “There may be treasure ships leaving the Spanish Main for Spain and chances for more gold coming out of Maracaibo.” This was not the only reason. “I’ve got plans for Danielle de Moncey.”

  Swift was not going to let it go. “The Spanish will be looking for us after the destruction of the Angustias. We’ll all be garrotted if caught. Captain your judgement has been affected ever since we took that woman on board. The crew’s now a wondering why we’ve not handed her over and why she’s been treated so badly. It’s as if you want to torture her to death.”

  She looked thoughtfully at Swift. “Look this is very important for me. She’s the witch responsible for my years on Île Saint Joseph. I want my revenge. I want her to suffer as long as I did and that means at least six years. It’s my plan to have her replace me on the penal colony.”

  “What? But you escaped and were pronounced dead. How are you going to achieve it?”

  Quinn poured three glasses of wine from a decanter and gave them each a glass. “We’re going to leave her in Cayenne.”

  “What? We’re sailing to Cayenne! But it must be nearly another thousand miles from Grenada to French Guiana! It’ll take weeks! And we have to come all the way back! So the bit about the Spanish Main was just to soften me up? I guess we’re not really after gold from Maracaibo?”

  “Okay Tom, I wasn’t going to tell you until we got to Grenada because I knew you may not like it. It’s my intention to cease my career as Captain Quinn in Cayenne and disappear to my plantation.”

  Fletch took a swig of wine. “Aye Tom and Iz gonna follow the cap’n to the land that weez purchased near Harmony Hall. Iz got family there.”

  Quinn drank some wine. “Tom I promised you I’d get you a ship if you stayed with me. Well I’m leaving the Scorpion to you, once we reach Cayenne.”

  Swift looked shocked. “Wow! The Scorpion’s a fine ship and I’d love to be her captain!”

  “You could make Sarah your first mate.”

  “I’m not sure she’ll stay with me, it’s you she’s soft on captain. I’ll miss you though.” Swift’s expression saddened for a moment and he downed his glass and refilled it. “To Cayenne it is.”

  The next morning the Scorpion left Parnham passing close around Antigua’s north coast. She turned south-west past Dickenson’s Bay before heading out into the Caribbean Sea, keeping well away from the fortifications at the entrance to Saint John’s harbour. She then set a course due south to pass well to the west of Guadeloupe, Dominica, Martinique, Saint Lucia and Saint Vincent.

  10. The Storm

  For two days the Scorpion had been making good progress on its southerly course and she was now level with Dominica once more. Then early in the morning the wind rose and the sea began to turn into four foot waves with many white caps. A heavy tropical rain now poured down, soaking everything. It was busy on deck; Quinn and Fletch were close to the helm concerned.

  “Fletch the weather’s taken a turn for the worse. The wind’s now blowing hard from the south-east instead of the north-east. We’re now having to beat to windward and making no progress at all. Shorten the sails.”

  Fletch yelled out the orders to the crew and Quinn looked at the compass.

  “This may turn into a bad storm. We’ll never make it to Grenada in this and we need to stay clear of the French islands. Damn’ it, we’d better head back with the wind to Montserrat and find a safe anchorage in Fox’s Bay! Turn her around and head north-north-west under full sail. Tell Swift.”

  Quinn stormed off to her cabin, drenched from head to foot. The Scorpion was brought about and put back to full sail. She pitched and rol
led now as she increased her speed. The sky blackened to the south and it did not bode well. The wind seemed to be increasing and the sea was getting rougher.

  Once the ship was trimmed and sailing with the wind, Fletch made his way to Quinn’s cabin to tell her. He was also drenched from head to foot and stood dripping over the decking. Quinn had already removed her hat, jacket and shirt and had hung them up to dry. She was pacing up and down topless, her breasts bouncing up and down with a flagon of rum in her hand.

  Fletch gave his report. “Ship’s on course for Montserrat cap’n. With present speed weez should make it tomorrow mornin’. Weatherz gettin’ worse though. Stormz a cumin’ from south, but weez should outpace it.”

  Quinn was swigging down the rum as if it was water. Swift entered, also drenched head to foot and stood next to Fletch waiting for instructions.

  Quinn was still pacing up and down agitated. “Damn’ it, we’ll lose at least a week with this.”

  Swift tried to be optimistic. “We’ll make it to Grenada soon enough captain, you’ll see.”

  Quinn was not placated and slammed the flagon down on the table.

  “Get Danielle ready Fletch, I’m going to vent my annoyance on her! Now leave me.”

  The two men left without daring to say another word. Fletch went to prepare Danielle. Quinn pulled off her boots to remove her sodden pants and then pulled the boots back on again. She grabbed the prison whip and marched down to the main deck, naked except for her boots. The torrential rain still poured down and splashed off her skin as she walked. The crew watched her go and she disappeared down the companion way leading to the lower decks. She arrived in Danielle’s compartment and stood with her legs astride dripping rain water onto the deck. Danielle had been spread in the slave irons by Fletch ready for a whipping. He was still standing in front of her, ready to put a strip of leather between her teeth.

  “Leave us Fletch!”

  Fletch did not say a word and climbed back onto the weather deck into the pouring rain. He sat close to the hatch. Sarah joined him.

  “What’s wrong with the captain? I’ve never seen her like this?”

  “Iz seen it before. Stormz got her spooked. It goes back to her escape from the prison colony. Sheez mad at the storm – mad with rum - mad at Danielle - mad at herself! Therez gonna be some whippin’s”

  The wind howled through the rigging and the ship pitched in the heavy sea. Large waves came over the ship’s bows and crashed on to the deck. It was dark over-head and the rain continued to lash down. The slow cracking of a whip could just be heard two decks below. After about ten minutes Quinn came back up to the weather deck, whip in hand. She stood in front of Fletch and Sarah, still enraged.

  “Sitting about eh? Not enough work to do in this storm?”

  Sarah disappeared out of view, Fletch stood up to face Quinn; she glared at him.

  “I’ve given the bitch two hundred good lashes. That should produce enough stripe marks on her now to match mine! I know you’ve a soft spot for this whore and I hope it’s made you angry! Come below with me now, chain me and give me one hundred and sixty-five of the same. One for every one I killed on the Angustias!”

  Fletch followed her below and attached her with spreader bars in the compartment next to Danielle. He took the whip and turned to glance into Danielle’s compartment. She hung unconscious in her irons, her body drenched in blood and sweat. He went in to retrieve the strip of leather which had fallen from her mouth on to the deck. He stooped down in front of her and took a good look at the raised welts and cuts across her chest. The whip had also cut the inside of her thighs. Quinn had really flogged her hard.

  Fletch turned back to his captain and put the same piece of leather, still wet with Danielle’s spit, between her teeth. He grasped the whip and set to work. Despite the pitching of the ship, he moved around her, skilfully working the whip all over her body from her shoulders to her thighs. Quinn writhed and jumped in her irons, grunting each time the lash fell. After the first hundred, he occasionally brought the whip up between her legs. Quinn screamed through her clenched teeth. It was soon over. Quinn, still conscious panted in her irons. She too was now covered in blood and sweat.

  She spat out the leather from her mouth. “Thanks Fletch. Release me then see to Danielle.”

  With difficulty Quinn climbed back up to the weather deck and made her way slowly back to her cabin. The rain washed the blood and sweat from her body as she staggered. Some of the crew looked on bewildered at the sight of their naked captain, soaking wet and showing the marks of a fresh and severe whipping. Sarah saw her as well and followed after not daring to speak.

  Quinn entered her cabin and walked straight over to look out of the rear windows. She lent on the sill staring intently at the wake of the ship and the storm raging not far behind them. Sarah closed the cabin door and went over to stand next her. Blood mixed with rain was trickling down Quinn’s thighs and into the tops of her thigh boots. Sarah was also soaking wet and her almost transparent shirt stuck to her skin revealing her ringed breasts underneath.

  “Can I tend to your stripes captain?”

  Quinn turned to her and seeing Sarah’s pert ringed breasts, ripped the shirt open. She stuck her fingers through the rings and violently pulled Sarah by her breasts towards her. Sarah met her mouth and they kissed.

  “Want a good whipping as well young one? Your skin can take more scars.”

  Sarah removed the remains of her shirt and let it drop behind her. “Would you like to whip me captain? I’m ready.”

  Quinn pulled Sarah’s rings still higher lifting her on to her toes. Sarah moved close and put her arms around Quinn’s waist, pressing her head against Quinn’s upper chest. Quinn let go of Sarah’s rings.

  “No. There’s been enough whipping for today. I’m weary. Get us some rum and get out of your wet pants.”

  There was a knock on the door and Swift entered from the rain.

  “Everything alright captain?” Then he got a good look at her. “Wow! You’re as striped as a tigress! You’ve been whipped!”

  “Yes. I asked Fletch to do it. “I needed it.”

  “You should’ve asked me, I’d have done it with pleasure.” Swift then saw Sarah standing over at the table topless. He hadn’t seen her rings before. “Wow! You’re ringed like the captain. They look good on you.”

  Quinn smiled. “I see your cock’s bulging in your pants. Sarah, go over and release it.”

  Sarah knelt before Swift and unlaced the front of his britches and his cock sprung out and hardened. She put her hand around it and moved it up and down.

  “Do you want to be shafted by Tom on my table or would you like to suck him Sarah?”

  “I’ll suck him. I want you to strap my cunt and shaft me like you did before.”

  Sarah set to sucking as Quinn watched. Swift did not take long to come and Sarah swallowed it all. Then she got up and wiped her mouth.

  Quinn laughed. “You’d better get back on deck Tom and look after the ship. Get us to Fox’s Bay safely. Sarah will to see to my stripes.”

  Swift left holding his still erect cock. Sarah got out a clean cloth and went back to Quinn.

  “Shall I start with your back captain?”

  “No, I need you to pay special attention to my cunt, it hurts like hell. Fletch brought the whip between my legs and caught my lips a few times.”

  Sarah knelt down to see. “Yes he’s cut you in several places. Stand with your legs apart and I’ll wash your lips and kiss them better.”

  Meanwhile down below Fletch had slackened Danielle’s chain and washed her down with rain water from the weather deck. She was conscious and her muscles twitched involuntarily after her ordeal. Fletch had tended to whipped women many times before and he knew what was needed.

  “Howz ya feelin’?”

  Danielle groaned. “Mauvais. Laisse-moi me coucher.”

  “Youz got cuts all over and leavin’ ya chained like this is best way to see and fix �
��em. Iz letz you down as soon as bleedin’ stops.”

  Fletch continued to dab her stripes with a clean dry cloth. When he was satisfied, he removed her leg iron and offered her a mixture of rum, laudanum and water.

  “Youz must drinks this all down. It’ll help with pain and make youz sleep.” She did as he asked, then he lowered her on to her knees. “Iz gonna getz some more potion. Iz letz you lie down soon.”

  Fletch came back with more of the drink and made sure she drank it all. He stroked her head.

  “Iz likes you ma. But cap’n’s got it in for ya ‘cos of what you did to her. Youz strong, youz can take it.”

  “Kiss me Fletch.” Fletch knelt down, leant forward and kissed her on the mouth. “Take care of me.”

  The Scorpion managed to keep ahead of the storm and they reached Fox’s Bay, Montserrat late that night. They sheltered in the bay for two days whilst the storm passed to the west. Two weeks later she arrived in St. Georges Grenada.

  11. Grenada to Cayenne

  The Scorpion anchored off Saint Georges harbour and took on enough provisions for a return journey to French Guiana. She had left Antigua with a crew of fifty, but nearly half had decided not to stay and deserted. To make matters worse, there were few volunteers to be found in the inns of Saint Georges, such a long voyage towards the equator was of little interest to most pirates.

  Three days later with no new recruits, Quinn cut her losses and decided that a much reduced crew would have to be sufficient for the voyage. The Scorpion set sail for Cayenne, passing south between Tobago and Trinidad and then taking a course south-east into the Atlantic to follow the north eastern coast South America. The journey would take nearly a month.

  There were no more floggings after the day of the storm and it was a relatively calm time. During relaxed moments on deck, Sarah would play her guitar and sing. Quinn and the crew loved it.

  As on their voyage to Jamaica, Danielle was regularly brought up to the deck to scrub it. Fletch still led her around in her collar and chain like his own pet. The crew would use her whenever they had the urge and on such a long journey this was frequent. She never complained at the treatment.