The Gaunching of Eloise - Sex Stories

The Gaunching of Eloise

... cutting her soft skin with each blow. By the time he finished she could no longer feel her hand, only the warm trickle of blood on her forearm. Once all her irons were fitted Eloise was rolled onto her side, her arms pulled behind her back, and a her neck, wrist and ankle irons pulled together with a chain which was then fastened to Marie, who was similarly manacled. She saw Michel, chained up on the other side of the deck looking sorrowfully at her. With an effort she smiled at him, trying to block out the pain and discomfort. Then she realised he was probably staring at her body, exposed from the waist down. Eloise burst into tears and was still sobbing when the sun rose above the horizon in the east; long after the slaves had been whipped into rowing the ship back off the beach and the huge lateen sail had been raised to speed the ship away from the French coast. Just after noon the westerly breeze which had been speeding them south started backing to the southwest and dying away. The sail was lowered and the slaves set to work again. A bronzed turbaned drummer beat time as the boatswains walked up and down the bridge lashing at whichever slave they judged to be putting in the least effort at any particular time. The lashes tore at the peeling sunburned backs, after an hour or so several of the weaker ones were slipping around as their own blood soaked the bench on which they were sat. One of them finally succumbed and slumped forward striking his face against the huge ...

... oar as it swung towards him. Eloise watched disinterestedly as the barely conscious naked slave was unchained and dragged back to the poop. A sledgehammer and chisel made quick work of removing his irons, and half of his right hand she noticed with horror. His bleeding, feebly struggling, body was carried to the gunwale and unceremoniously tipped over the side. They turned their attention to Michel. Eloise screamed obscenities at the pirates as, drawing their knives, they cut away all his clothes then dragged him, struggling wildly, to the empty place on the rowing bench. Eloise stared at his naked body. She'd always thought him strong and muscular but he looked quite feeble compared with his captors. She stared at his genitals then quickly looked aside, ashamed, as he turned his head in her direction. It took continuous application of the boatswain's whip for half an hour before he was satisfied with Michel's rowing. Eloise saw the pain on the boy's tormented face from the effort he was putting in and wished she could go to him to comfort him. She wished she could sit next to him at the oar to share his burden, even if she too were naked. For three long days the galliot was rowed or sailed south. At least the slaves got fed, Eloise watched enviously as a piece of black bread was passed on the end of a stick to the slaves as they continued rowing. A wet cloth on the end of that stick was all they got to drink while rowing though a cup was passed round as they rested when the ...