The Gaunching of Eloise - Sex Stories

The Gaunching of Eloise

... the young gardener, looked back; seeing Eloise close behind him he opened his mouth to speak but was cuffed about the head by one of their captors. The captives were roughly dragged down to the beach and into the sea alongside the corsair ship which had run its bow onto the sand. Tears came to Eloise's eyes as she watched a rope passed around Michel's chest and two large Negroes callously hauled him up by it, dragging him up and over the vessel's starboard bow ripping half his shirt away as they pulled him aboard. Madame Bergotine was lifted aboard with considerably more care, then it was Eloise's turn. The loop of coarse rope was dropped over her then passed up under her arms and tightened round her chest, within seconds the Negroes aboard the ship pulled it sharply upwards so it crushed her small breasts and cut into her ribs stopping her from breathing, her legs kicked fruitlessly for a foothold on the hull as they hoisted her up. Once aboard, still gasping for breath, Eloise found herself bustled along the bridge running the length of the vessel to its stern. To one side of the narrow walkway lay the furled sail, to both sides sat rows of despondent slaves, naked and sunburned, most slumped over their heavy oars, or lying back against the one behind. Not one looked up at the prisoners being led aft. At the stern was an expanse of deck partially covered by a faded green and red canopy. Here the captives were roughly pushed down onto their backs and held down in turn as ...

... rusty hinged iron collars were fastened round their necks, ankles and wrists. Those applied to Madame Bergotine were carefully fastened by padlocks of intricate design. Eloise felt her hair pulled up from her neck and a heavy loose fitting collar closed round it, but instead of a padlock a stout metal nail was pushed up through the fastening holes, the head of a square headed block hammer placed on the deck beneath it then one of the Negroes started striking the protruding end of the nail with a sledge hammer to flatten it out or bend it over. As the pirate prepared for each blow Eloise saw the hammer raised above her head and sweep down towards her face, just missing it each time it struck the collar fastening; jerking the hard ring so it cut the skin of her neck while the resounding ring deafened her. The pirates were laughing at her as the Negro moved his attention to her wrists. With shame Eloise realised they were pointing at the growing wet stain at the bottom of her shirt where she'd pissed herself. One, smiling and shaking his head as he looked at her put his foot under the hem of her shirt and tugged it up above her waist, Eloise felt the cool night air on her exposed crotch and hips. The Negro tried a small manacle on her left wrist; closing it and tugging it he wasn't satisfied that it might not pull off over her hand. He tried an even smaller one which was tight, slightly squeezing her skin. Satisfied, he hammered that one in place - the harsh edge of the iron ...