Chapter 4 A Voyage of Discovery
Over the years, Beatrice met with Penelope several occasions each year and they
renewed their love making. Then two months ago, Penelope announced she had been
invited by Lady Lillian Harnought to spend the 'season' in London. Lady
Harnought and Penelope were old friends and lovers and hearing of Beatrice's
proclivities in that direction, invited her too. Lord Henry readily agreed in
the hope she might find a suitable husband. She was now twenty years old, quite
old enough, he thought, to be married and produce him a grandson. Beatrice
though, was still a virgin and reluctant to give herself to any man. She would
only do that if the stakes were high enough.
The coach journey to London was a long tedious one with many overnight stops and
the risk of attack by robbers and highwaymen so she decided to take the packet
ship from Newcastle to London. With a fair wind that might only take two days;
foul weather could extend the trip considerably but as it was mid June, the risk
of bad weather was reasonably low. She decided that Emma would accompany her.
Emma though, realised that away from the restraints of Lord Henry, Beatrice
would be free to inflict any punishment on her she thought fit. Unlike Rebecca
she would be forced to flee into an alien city with no one to turn too. Her
excuses to stay fell on deaf ears and resulted in her being strapped over the
ottoman and whipped until she agreed to go.
Beatrice laid another couple of stripes across the well welted crown of the arse
before releasing her. "Make sure you are packed and ready to go by early
tomorrow and then come and help me dress. Then you can carry my things to the
coach. There won't be much as I sent a trunk to the boat today."
Despite the need to get to Newcastle by midday, Beatrice was tardy in getting
ready and then a thunderstorm on route delayed them further. On the quay she
demanded of docker where the packet boat was. He was quite unimpressed by the
woman's finery and irked by her sharp question. He pointed to a ship about half
a mile away gradually unfurling its sails as it made its way down the channel.
"That's her, out there miss. She may be back in a week if the weather holds."
"Why didn't they wait for me?" Beatrice was furious, "They knew I had booked on
the boat. Can't you get them to return?"
"No miss. She can't cum back now. They had to leave when the tide was right and
as it was they were some bit late afore they cast off."
"Is there no other boat going to London?"
"Well missie, I don't rightly know but I think the "Red Witch" might be going
there. She nearly full of cargo now and I think the captain's just waiting on
getting clearance for the paperwork. She's the third boat along."
Beatrice immediately directed the coach driver to the boat and sent Emma to
enquire if the boat was indeed going to London. One of the deck hands said it
was and when this was relayed to her mistress, she jumped down and instructed
the girl to get their stuff on board.
A young deckhand tried to stop them saying they never took passengers and the
only decent cabin was the captain's. "Then I will have that," demanded Beatrice,
"Take me there."
"I don't think I should miss. You'd better wait till Capt'n comes back with the
mate and bo'sun."
"Nonsense, I am Lady d'Lisle and he will take me to London. Show me the cabin."
By now several other deckhands stood round and were winking and leering at the
two ladies. Emma heard one whisper to lad, "Let 'em on. We might all get our
cocks wet then."
Emma tried to persuade her mistress to wait until the captain came back but was
rebuked in no uncertain terms. The lad showed them the captain's cabin and left
them for a while. Minutes later there were shouts on deck and the sound of
running. A fresh authoritative voice boomed out orders. The gangplank was run
ashore and the order given to 'warp her round'. The ladies felt the boat moving
and Emma was sent on deck to find out what was happening. To her all seemed
confusion and ropes were hauled and the boat moved from the quayside to the open
channel. Foresails were set and gradually the mainsails were lowered. She stood
out of the way fascinated by all that was going on until the mate spotted her
and nudged the captain.
"What the hell are you doing on board this ship?" he roared.
"I'm sorry Sir, but my mistress missed the packet boat to London and we were
told you would be going there so she insisted you take us. I'm sorry but she
insists on everything and expects all of us to do as she wishes. She is Lady
d'Lisle."
"She always gets what she wants does she? This time methinks she will get more
than she reckons with. Where is she?"
"In your cabin Sir."
"The cheeky bitch. Tell her I will be down as soon as we are properly underway.
No, just wait here and we'll let her wait and wonder."
"Please Sir, don't anger her any more. I'll probably get a thrashing now and it
might make it even worse."
"Wait by the rail over there!" His voice boomed but there was a smile on his
lips. He gave orders to his crew and then the young lad came up to him. "Sorry
Capt'n. Her ladyship wouldn't take no for an answer. She treated us like shit
and insisted on being taken to your cabin."
Emma waited where she was told, enjoying the feel of the wind through her hair
and wondering at the activity going on around her. The ship, a brigantine,
rolled and bucked in the choppy sea but Emma, hanging on to the rail with one
hand, kept her feet and began to get used to moving her muscles in time with the
boat's movements. Her mind wondered at what was in store for her as the land
gradually receded behind them.
It was half an hour before the captain could turn his attentions to Emma again.
"Sir," she said, "I really ought to go to my mistress and tell her what is
happening."
"No, from what the men have told me, she deserves to be kept waiting. Now tell
me about her and yourself. I'm Rory, by the way."
Emma found she could talk freely to Rory and the whole story came out. Rory
questioned her particularly about her life at the mansion and as more details of
what her ladyship made her do came out he became angry. He determined that she
would be taken down a peg or two.
"Sir?"
"Call me Rory or Capt'n."
"Rory," Emma went on, "When we came on board one of the crewmen suggested they
might make sport with us. Is that going to happen?"
"Nothing will happen to you here that I don't allow but we all like a good fuck
now and again." He gave Emma a squeeze. "Would you object to that or are you
only into women?"
"I'm sick of woman love," spat Emma with some venom.
Rory ordered the young lad who name seemed to be Jaz, to bring her ladyship to
them. He returned a few minutes later to say she refused to leave the cabin.
"Bo'sun! Take Ronnie and drag the bitch from my cabin and bring her here." The
bo'sun was a huge man and Ronnie was not much smaller. Soon the kicking and
screaming woman was carried with some roughness between them and dumped on the
deck.
"How dare you, man. I am a Lady and I will see you in jail when we get to
London."
"Lady, London is at least three weeks away. You came aboard my ship unasked and
...."
"Three weeks! London should only be two days away!"
"Had you been more careful with your enquiries you might have found out that we
are heading for Hamburg and then up into the Baltic, back to Holland and then to
London. I hope you can pay the 200 guineas cost for such a long trip?"
"You must be mad. I demand you take me directly to London."
"Have you the 200 guineas?"
"You'll get paid when we get to London."
"No way! If you can't pay up front you just have to work your passage. Perhaps
it's time you learned to scrub decks. Time for you to find out what real work is
like."
"You're mad!" Beatrice, now very riled, flew at the captain and scored his face
with her nails, drawing three lines of blood.
The captains face grew very dark but his voice was low as he spoke to the
bo'sun. "Strip her and bind her hands and feet then put her in the for'ud store
where there is still a little space. Let her cool off till morn'n. Keep your
cock out of her for the time being and keep the men away from her too. We'll
have some sport with her in the morning if she isn't more agreeable."
Emma pleaded with the captain not to do this to her mistress but was told to
hold her tongue. "This is my ship and those on board it take my orders. That
includes uninvited ladies."
To the jeers of and whistles of the assembled crew, Beatrice was stripped naked.
In doing so the bo'sun made every effort to maul her breasts and fondle her cunt
to embarrass her as much as possible. Cords were produced and Beatrice was
trussed and taken below. Again Emma begged Rory to be merciful with her mistress
as she feared she would take the brunt of her anger when they were on shore
again.
"By the time we are on shore again, she might not be your mistress. So don't
worry on that score. Now what about you, my beauty, are you going to cause me
trouble?"
"No, Sir --- Rory. My bum's got enough stripes on it already from her cane. I'll
do whatever you want."
"Lift your skirts and show me your bum then." Rory was appalled at the sight of
the raw red stripes made worse by sitting throughout the long, rough coach
journey. The nearby seaman, hardened as they were, also flinched. "She need ter
sit in some sea water for a bit," called one old seaman.
"That bitch did that? What for?" Explaining the reasons took a little while
during which Rory examined her arse more closely and gently touched the tender
flesh. "The men are right," he said, "You need to sit in some sea water for a
bit. It will sting badly at first but soon the fire will go." He gave some
orders and Jaz brought a tarred canvas tray on deck. When cords were inserted
through the eyelets and strung to nearby rails, the tray became a shallow bath.
Normally it would have been used for steeping rope and wood that needed soaking
before use. Canvas buckets swung over the ships side on long ropes soon filled
the 'bath'.
"Sorry Emma, there's not much privacy here but the men won't do anything to you
without my say so. They may get pretty horny as you can see I am, but they won't
do anything except imagine what they would like to do! So remove your dress and
ease your arse into the water." Blushingly Emma did so and as she had been told,
the water at first stung fiercely but gradually the coolness of the salt water
soothed the soreness. She sat for sometime before Rory came and stood in front
of her, his bulging breeches level with her face. "I wonder what his cock is
like?" she thought to herself as he helped her up. Picking up her clothes they
adjourned to his cabin.
"You said you'd do whatever I wanted, Emma. You know what I want to do now?"
"I can guess from the bulge in your pants and I'm no virgin, not like M'lady.
I've had a few cocks but not many. She wouldn't allow men near her cunt. You say
what you would like me to do and I'll do the best I can."
"You say the bitch trussed in the store hasn't been fucked before? Well I'll be
buggered. By this time tomorrow I'll wager she will have had a good many cocks
up her tight little cunt and no doubt up her arse too. We'll soon bring her
education up to scratch on that score and no doubt make a start on repaying some
of the punishments she has given out. No take the rest of your stuff off so I
can see all of you." It wasn't long before Emma was completely naked in front of
the captain.
"Beautiful, beautiful," he kept remarking as he fondled her full breasts and
kissed her lips.
"Would you like me to open your breeches?" Emma was aroused now, certainly more
aroused than she had ever been with Beatrice. At Rory's nod she knelt down,
opened the cod piece and found his cock already rampant. Gently she massaged it
and watched its purple head grow firmer and larger. "Ummm. Nice."
"Suck it." There was no need for a second bidding. Opening her mouth, Emma began
sucking on the erect tool. It was bigger than any she had seen of had so far but
then it was mostly boys she had seen.
Feeling the warmth of her mouth around his manhood, Rory began gentle in and out
movements which gradually increased in intensity when no objections were
forthcoming from the girl. Emma sucked harder and used her tongue on the
underside of the cock head. It was only the second time she had done this so she
just did what she thought best. After all, she thought, she was very experienced
at servicing a woman and men couldn't be that much different in their feelings.
Under these ministrations it wasn't long before Rory blasted his seed to the
back of her throat. She swallowed and gently continued to lick him clean until
he finally pulled away. "That was great lass. Good to have you aboard. Glad you
missed the packet boat but I don't think the bitch will be."
"Grub's up Capt'n," Jaz yelled. They had been on deck again for a while. Emma
had felt queasy after a while in the cabin but at first didn't like to admit it
to Rory in case he thought it was because she took his spunk but in the end she
had to say. Rory just laughed and said he wouldn't be surprised if some of his
crew felt a little sea sick too. It was only an natural reaction to being on a
moving boat. They ate on deck. Plain simple food and fortunately still fresh.
After a week at sea, things became less palatable.
"Jaz! Take some water and a couple of biscuits to the bitch in the hold. Leave
her tied up so you'll have to feed her but keep your cock and your fingers out
of her cunt. We'll save that for tomorrow. Do what else you like with her but
leave her cunt alone."
Emma watched as Jaz took a lantern and limped below with a jug and hard
biscuits. "Milady won't like that for sure," observed Emma.
"Stop calling her, Milady." Rory's tone took Emma by surprise. "Calling her
milady gives her status which on this boat she doesn't have. Here she is a
prisoner. Call her bitch or whatever, or even Beat if you wish to be nice. Here
you are her mistress, not the other way round. Treat her a she did you."
The lecture was interrupted by Jaz appearing at the hatchway, empty handed.
Picking up two canvas buckets he filled them with sea water and seeing the
questioning look on their faces, he said, "She spewed her guts up all over
herself. And it smells something awful down there. Thought I'd wash her down a
bit." Rory nodded and then added, "Make sure she drinks plenty of water to make
up for what she's lost."
"Aye, Capt'n but she already pissed herself as well."
"Should I go to her?" enquired Emma.
"No, lass," interjected Jaz, "You'd soon be as sick as she and then there's be
two lots of mess to clean up. And besides I got to get to know 'er a bit yet."
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Beatrice had lain on the small area of hard irregular boards between piles of
chains and ropes invisible in the darkness, for what seemed and interminable
time. She cried till she was hoarse but no one came. Under her she could feel
the boat moving but it was pitch dark and she could see nothing. Despite being
tied hand and foot she could squirm over the floor to a limited extent only to
find the available area was not more than a few square feet. The boat pitched
and rolled. Her stomach was disinclined to move with it. The nauseous smell
assailed her nostrils. She rolled on her side and was violently sick. Later
movements caused her to roll in her mess. She was sick again and again. "Let me
die," she pleaded to no one. Cursing everyone for her predicament, she tried to
figure out what to do but bound, sick and with no one around there was little
hope. "Why hasn't that bitch Emma come down to help me?" In her mind she knew
the answer. Emma would have let the men fuck her to get out of this. Would they
do it to her? It would be rape because she would certainly put up a fight - if
she wasn't tied. Would she be able to use her status as a lady to persuade them
to leave her alone? Questions like this ran through her mind along with mad
dreams or nightmares.
She tried to sleep but that lasted only minutes at a time. Her whole body was
cramped and sore, her throat was parched. The coils of rope and chains dug into
her back and ribs. Why couldn't she just die? When she thought she would at last
do just that, a glimmer of light appeared. Someone was coming. A lantern was
held over her.
"My God, wench. You're a stinking mess. Smells like a sewer here." Jaz left the
lantern at the foot of the stair well and went on deck. Beatrice could still see
the glow from the light but could make little of her surroundings.
Only a short while later the man returned with two buckets which he hooked on a
couple of brackets while he fetched the lantern. "Well we aren't such a lady now
are we," he laughed as he doused the first bucket of water over her.
"You'll hang for this you bastard." Some of the fire had come back into
Beatrice's lungs but in reality she was too sore lying on the floor and too and
weak from vomiting to do much. Most of the mess had now been washed into the
bilges and by her previous standard Beatrice was reasonably clean. Jaz lifted
her by the under arms and sat her against the bulkhead. "Capt'n says you've to
drink plenty of water and he's sent some biscuits for yer to chew on which may
help the sickness."
"How can I eat and drink with my hands tied and near numb boy?"
"Capt'n says I has to feed yer. And I get to play with yer too." He reached over
and gave her breasts a hard pinch. "I likes a nice bit of titty to play with."
"Get your hands off me boy!"
"Shouting's not going to do any good. There's only me and you that can hear. Now
let give you a drink first. Jaz put an arm around her shoulders to support her
and then raised the jug to her lips. Beatrice took a few mouthfuls before
spitting some out. It was not the clear spring water she was used to. Jaz
offered her a biscuit. Beatrice resolutely closed her mouth.
"Capt'n said to eat." He pinched her breast hard again. She cried out and the
biscuit went in. "Eat, bitch. It's for your own good." Eventually she managed to
eat one of the biscuits and drink more of the water and Jaz deemed he had done
enough for her. With wild swings of mood she had cursed him and then sweetly
asked for Emma to come to her.
"Capt'n forbids her to come down here. Only me to look after you till morning,"
was all she got in reply. "Playtime now." Jaz began sucking on her breasts and
fondling her body and then took out his now hard cock to show her. He held it
close to her lips.
Suspecting he wanted her to suck it, Beatrice snapped her teeth closed. "I'm not
that daft lass, I knows you would bite if I put it in your mouth and I'm not
allowed to fuck you proper yet so its yer tits that's going to do it." By moving
a few coils Jaz was able to lay the woman down on her back and straddle her
body. Beatrice struggled as his chest started to cover her face and then raised
again slightly. She felt the hard prick nestle between her breasts but wasn't
certain what he was actually going to do but it felt warm, much warmer than her
body flesh was after being naked for so long and then washed with sea water.
Jaz's hands pressed the globes together and he began to work his cock between
them. Had she not already been sore and the movements less rough, the sensation
might have been pleasant but Jaz just wanted to relieve his cock and thrust hard
and long. Without any form of lubrication, the tit skin held his cock tight just
like his callused hands did when he wanked himself.
Beatrice had never felt so helpless, never felt less in control, never felt more
humiliated. A man was violating her and she could do nothing except curse him
and sob. Most of her tears had long since dried up and she tried to hide her
fear and put on a brave face by not crying but underneath the cursing and
bravado, she was desperately afraid as to what they would do.
The abrasion of the cock made the inside of her tits sore until she hoped he
would cum and it would be all over. It didn't seem as if he would fuck her so
that was something. It was more the humiliation of being helpless and powerless
to control her own fate that angered Beatrice. She felt some moisture seep from
the cock which eased its passage. The thrusts increased as did the side pressure
on her breasts from his hands until the inevitable. Strings of warm spunk jetted
from the cock head and fell over her face, upper chest and in her cleavage. Jaz
gave a little groan. "Hope you liked that girlie, I did. You got nice tits.
Perhaps I get to use them agin."
"Bastard!" Beatrice's unladylike reply was totally ignored by Jaz who proceeded
to rub his sperm into the surrounding flesh and on her lips. Snapping her teeth,
Beatrice tried to catch Jaz's finger until it became a bit of a game that ended
with Jaz squeezing the last drop of spunk from the eye of his prick on to his
finger and then pinching a nipple so hard she yelled and he was able to deposit
it on her tongue. Holding her mouth closed he kissed her, hard at first and then
more gently. Her ladyship just let him do it. The fight had gone out of her. He
might be a slow peasant lad, but at least he wasn't hurting her.
Jaz sat her up again and cuddled her like a doll. "You're very cold," he said,
"I'll see if the Capt'n'll let yer have a blanket."
"And untie me. Please. My hands and feet are numb and the ropes have chafed my
wrists and ankles till they are raw." For the first time in her life Beatrice
was pleading with a servant, for that is how she still saw Jaz. Jaz moved the
lantern and looked at her bindings. Even with the yellow of the lamp light he
could see that both her hands and feet were rather blue in colour and there were
signs of bleeding around the wrists.
"Not unless the Capt'n says so, missie but I'll ask him when I gits a blanket."
Rory was still on deck with Emma watching the set of the sails and keeping an
eye on the compass course. Really there was no need. His crew were skilled and
did their job well. "Howdja get on," Rory asked as Jaz approached.
"She drank a little and had one biscuit. She didn't think much of either, nor of
the titty fuck I gave her but she seems more docile now. Capt'n? She's very
cold, 'er being naked and all that and 'er hands and feet is numb. Can I take
'er a blanket and undo her lashings? I could lock 'er in. 'Er wrists have bin
bleeding."
Rory thought for a moment or two. Emma started to ask again to see Beatrice but
a look from Rory silenced her. "Jaz, the blanket's okay, we don't want her
getting pneumonia but she's a wild bitch with her hands free." He touched the
scratch marks on his face. Seeing Jaz looked distressed he thought again as he
realised the slow lumbering lad had feelings for her ladyship. "Lookee Jaz, if
you think she'll be okay if you untie her, do it but after she is free you will
have to stay with her all the time. All night until we bring her on deck in the
morning. You can decide if you want to spend the night with her and look after
her but no fucking her cunt. You understand that? We'll know if you do and then
your cock will be served up as a breakfast sausage." Jaz nodded. "Right then,
take her a blanket, and then either leave her as she is and come back, or untie
her and stay in the store."
"Aye aye Capt'n." Jaz didn't need telling a second time. Gathering a blanket
from an empty bunk, he limped back to the store. "I can untie yer but if I do I
has to spend the night in here with yer," he told Beatrice. "Mustn't fuck yer
though but I can do anything else. You want me to undo the lashings?" Beatrice
was too sore from the tight bindings and cramped muscles to refuse despite
knowing that he might well make her do some unpleasant things.
The relief from the bindings was short lived as the blood once again began to
flow more freely to her extremities. Rubbing her hands eased the pain a little
and Jaz rubbed her feet. As he did so he caught tantalising glimpses of her sex
mound. His cock started to rise again. He dare not attempt to fuck her so should
he do her tits again? He dare not try and get her to suck him. So, he would make
her rub him off. By moving more rope, he was able to clear enough space to lay
the blanket out and for both of them to lie tight against each other and to wrap
the blanket around them. Snuggled up like this he took her hand and placed
around his prick. "You should know what to do missie."
Beatrice immediately let go, "No!" but and further comment was silenced as a
quick grip on her right breast brought forth a scream.
"Lookee missie, I help'd yer by getting the blanket and releasing you, now its
your turn - unless you want to be trussed again and me to leave yer in the
cold." Again he placed Beatrice's hand over his weapon and this time she kept it
there. "Move it missie," Jaz demanded. Without enthusiasm, Beatrice wanked Jaz's
cock until it came on her body. Tired and with his sexual frustrations
alleviated, Jaz drew the naked girl tightly on top of him, turned the lantern
right down and dozed off. It took Beatrice longer. She was used to a feather bed
not a man in rough clothing to lie on. There seemed buttons and buckles all in
the wrong places for her to get comfortable but she didn't want to disturb him
in case he should demand more of her services.
"Bo'sun! See what that pair are up to in the store and bring them on deck," Rory
yelled. He had just finished his watch. Breakfast was over for the new watch and
his should be ready. Apart from the earlier four hours he'd been on watch, he
had a much cozier time with Emma than Jaz had with Beatrice. He had fucked her
passionately and she had responded equally. After that the pair had slept
peacefully until Rory was awakened for his second stint on watch. For some
reason, while Rory was in bed with her, Emma never felt sick or even nauseous.
Once she was in the bunk alone, hearing the creaking boat sounds, the rush of
passing water and feeling the motion she again felt queasy. Light was coming
through the skylight as she made her way to the 'head' to pee. She felt cold.
Dressing she decided her garments weren't warm enough, Spying one of Rory's
sweaters, she put it on over the top of her own clothes. It had a tarry smell
but it wasn't unpleasant. Arriving on deck as Rory was giving his orders to the
bo'sun.
By the time Beatrice appeared with Jaz supporting her most of the crew were
assembled on the deck. Rory stood before them and acted the part of a judge
passing sentence. "Beatrice d'Lisle, You have brought much pain and suffering to
those under you. You have unnecessarily whipped your maid, you scored my face,
you boarded this ship without permission and then expected us to take you
directly to London when you haven't the money to pay the fare. For all your many
crimes, a hundred lashes with the ropes end would not really fill the full
justice."
"No, Rory, No!" Emma cried out, "It is too much. It would kill her."
Rory spun round, "Would anyone in this world really regret her loss?"
"Capt'n, Sir, begging yer pardon," Jaz spoke in his slow measured way, "If yer
whip her that much, nobody on the boat will have any pleasure from her on this
trip." Jaz was still holding her with his arms protectively around her shoulder.
Beatrice, sobbing now, tried to hold herself close to him to prevent her
shivering in the cool wind. "Why don't us just give her a little taste of the
whip and keep the rest against 'er being good?"
Rory hadn't intended to give her the full hundred lashes but he didn't want to
appear to be soft in front of the crew. Now he had an excuse. He appeared to
consider it for a few moments. "Jaz, are you prepared to be the keeper of this
woman while she is on this boat and be responsible for her behaviour?" Jaz
nodded, "Aye, Capt'n." "Are you prepared to give her a hiding as you would any
naughty child if she doesn't do as she is told or doesn't work hard enough?"
Again the reply was, "Aye, Capt'n." "Very well. Bo'sun, have her fastened over
that hatchway and give her a dozen of your best lashes."
In no time, Beatrice was taken from Jaz's arms and spread-eagled over the hatch.
The bo'sun appeared with a rope about an inch in diameter with end eighteen
inches unraveled into three strands. All the ends were neatly whipped and the
handle worked with a series of ornate knots to give a good grip. Swished through
the air, the end splayed out so each stroke would leave three stripes. It was a
tool for punishing men, not girls. At Rory's nod, the bo'sun began. He didn't
hit overly hard but the first stroke brought forth a hideous cry. Three angry
welts appeared. Again the rope hit. Another shriek but apart from the crew their
only neighbours were the wind and sea. Emma watched with mixed emotions. One
part of her said she deserved it for all the pain she had caused her and others,
another part pitied what the girl was going through.
After four strokes, Beatrice thought she would die before she received the full
amount but there was no let up. By the eighth stroke her cries had just become
hoarse groans and her arse one large blister. The flesh started to break at the
tenth and she passed out. Rory gave the signal to stop. Two buckets of salt
water were thrown over her and Jaz again went to her side.
"Jaz, look after her till noon and then bring her back to this hatch. It time
some of us had some pleasure from her body."
"Aye, aye Capt'n." Jaz took the girl to his bunk, laid her down and did his best
to soothe her.
Noon came and once more she was fastened to the hatch. This time she was face up
but with her legs brought back towards her ears. Her multicoloured, angry and
very sore arse on show and her sex wide open for all to see. "Men," Rory
started, "We believe this girl still to be a virgin. If that is so, it will only
be for another few minutes. I intended to be the one to remove that impediment
but I am going to pass that honour on to Jaz who had the problems of looking
after her. Go to it Jaz, fuck her and fuck her hard."
Jaz could hardly believe his ears. The sight of 'his' girl's open cunt had
already given him an erection and as soon as he had dropped his breeches, his
cock head was at her entrance. Beatrice pleaded but she knew it would have no
effect. It was inevitable. Jaz's cock entered part way, stopped then drew back.
A harder thrust forward and he was in then there was no holding back. He fucked
hard. His cock, stained red with hymeneal blood, glistened with her juice.
Cheered on by the spectators, it still took him longer than expected to climax.
Proudly he showed his shrinking cock to the crew and announced she was a virgin
no longer, she was a woman.
The bo'sun and the mate then had their turn and then Rory asked one man from
each of the three watches to come forward and fuck her. Beatrice now had a sore
cunt to go with her sore arse.
"That's enough for now," Rory yelled at the crew who were disappointed and not
having a turn. "Jaz, find her some clothes and make a start at training her. At
eight bells two men coming off watch, can see Jaz and take a turn with her.
Remember Jaz she is in your charge. If she doesn't make an effort to work or
doesn't perform well enough with the men, you are to take her and warm her arse
again. You understand that too, Beattie?" Rory deliberately used a diminutive of
her name. "You are one of the crew now. In fact your the newest and lowest of
them. It will do you no harm to learn some skills from Jaz. He's an excellent
sailmaker and rigger."
Of course Beatrice didn't believe him but withheld any comment. She didn't want
to provoke further punishment. She only thought, how could they expect her to
work? She could only stand with Jaz's support.
"Before you go men, let me introduce the other new member of our crew. This is
Emma and on this ship she is my personal secretary." There was some laughter at
this and Rory turned on them, "Yes, I know what you are thinking. You think it
is just so I can get my cock away. Well that would be good enough excuse but she
also has abilities that none of you have. She can read and write." He paused
knowing few of the crew could do so, and then went on, "In both English and
German! I hope we can use that ability in our dealings in Hamburg."
Emma had looked on with some fascination as her late mistress was raped. Her
interest was more in the size of the cocks than in Beatrice's discomfort. Jaz
was large, perhaps a little larger than Rory, she thought, but the mate and
bo'sun were smaller. She watched as Jaz helped the still naked woman to the mess
room and was glad that Beatrice had someone to help her even though she might
despise him. At least she wasn't the high and mighty rich girl now. She was just
a plain working woman. A woman who now had to do what she was told and not give
orders for others to carry out on threat of dire punishment.
Remembering Rory had told Jaz to get some clothes for Beatrice, Emma looked
through the few they had brought with them. Unfortunately most of Beatrice's
stuff had been in the steamer trunk so she only had one change of dress and
although that wasn't very suitable for work, it was perhaps better than nothing
at all. She took it to Jaz and Beatrice. Beatrice started to snap at her for not
interceding on her behalf but Emma was not having any of that. "Beatrice, all
this is your own fault. You wouldn't make yourself ready early enough yesterday.
You wouldn't listen to what people were telling you. Blame yourself, not me. Or
anyone else for that matter." Emma turned to Jaz, "I've looked through her
things but can only find this dress. All the rest went to the packet boat. It's
not much but better than nothing. Outside with nothing she'll get pneumonia."
"Jaz looked kindly at Emma, "It's alright miss, when we've ate, I'll find some
men's things in the locker room. They'll be warmer and more fit for work. Keep
those for when we are in port. Maybe the Capt'n will allow her ashore. I dunno.
See how she shapes up."
