Chapter 08 - The Maharaja Bribe
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Ludivine's arm was wrapped around Elena as once again they were driven in the
prisoner's cart. This time it was down from the fortress to the harbor. The
morning had begun with the news that the Bombay Enterprise had dropped anchor
along with the Polander and the Lovella. Ernest and Oliver had spotted the three
recent arrivals when they took a morning walk around the parapets of the
fortress. The two boys were allowed free reign of the immense stone citadel.
That was in contrast to the females who were forbidden to leave their unlocked
harem quarters except for brief supervised periods in the morning and afternoon.
The boys hastened to the women to report their findings.
"All four pirate ships plus the Bombay Enterprise are anchored in the harbor,"
said a breathless Oliver. "It's quite an impressive flotilla."
"Including the Lovella," added Ernest.
"Maybe Mrs. Townly and Mrs. Stapleton are on board," said Oliver.
"I wouldn't get my hopes too high," said Betty understanding that there had
been sufficient time for the Lovella to sail to the slave market at Ismailya and
return.
The morning had passed slowly as the captives waited for something to happen.
It was not quite 10:00 when Captain Rashad arrived with the guards and
instructed Ludivine and Elena to put on their cloaks and come with him. The two
sisters flung their capes over the flimsy harem dress they were wearing and
followed the Captain into the courtyard where once again they stepped up the
short ladder into the cart. A guard of six plus the Captain provided an escort.
Six heavily armed guards for an escort. Do they think Elena and I might
overpower a lesser number wondered Ludivine as the cart began its slow bouncing
progress toward the harbor?
It had been a full ten days since the Condor arrived in the port. After the
first day, four seamstresses had shown up and provided what Princess Aziza
called "harem dress" for the women. Their filthy English clothes had been taken
away and burned.
"Harem indeed, more like the dress of a Arab whore," said Betty to her image
in the mirror. She was looking at herself once the seamstress had completed her
work. There were gold sandals on her feet. A pantaloon of the sheerest fabric
covered the skimpiest of blue silk underpants. The pantaloon and underpants
clung to her hips dipping low in the center exposing her flesh to within a few
centimeters of her sex. They had partially shaved her sex to allow the garment
to dip so low in the center. Her breasts were encased in an abbreviated top of
matching silk material and color that pushed her globes upward and together.
Betty noted that when she reached one arm over her head the opposite nipple
showed.
A cask of jewelry was delivered and the women adorned themselves with gold
bracelets, rings and even bands of gold that encircled their ankles. They were
also provided perfumes and fragrant bath oils. With little else to do, the women
had spent some time adoring themselves in the new fashion.
"I suppose we might as well look the part of whores since that is what we have
become," commented Ludivine looking through the cask of jewelry.
"Hubert Ellsworth Humphrey if you could see your Betty now," repeated Betty to
herself as she looked in the mirror. Betty gave her hips a slight shake and
thrust out her breasts. "I bet you would take me to bed on the spot and keep me
there for a fortnight." Thoughts of Hugh first brightened then saddened Betty.
She missed his gentle touch and the way he made her feel when he held her in his
arms and kissed her.
All the women were similarly dressed. Ludivine's long legs looked especially
attractive in the sheer material. Elena had selected a beautiful jade and gold
comb for Ludivine's hair.
"It suits you. You look incredibly beautiful. English attire hid your beauty,"
said Elena admiring her sister.
"We would be arrested on the spot if we appeared dressed like this in London,"
replied Ludivine laughing.
The Princess Aziza had been pleased with the result when she inspected each of
the females.
"Princess, may I speak?" asked Ludivine.
"Yes, I suppose if you must," said Princess Aziza.
"What is to be our fate?"
"You are to be trained as whores. I have informed the garrison that they can
visit anytime they are not on duty and take their pleasure with you. There will
also be visits by soldiers of my father's palace guards. If any of you resist or
even show unwillingness, you will all be whipped until you bleed. I will have
Captain Rashad put each of you in the stocks and peel the flesh off your backs."
"And how long will be held in this place?"
"Until you are trained by me, then your newly acquired talents will be put to
work elsewhere," said Princess Aziza. "Now I will conduct your first training
session."
The nine women watched as each one of them in turn was ordered to strip naked,
lie on her back, and spread her legs. A guard would mount the woman and have
intercourse with her under the watchful eyes of the Princess. The Princess would
encourage the woman to act in ways that increased the man's pleasure by
contracting the muscles of her vagina or encouraging him to suck her nipples as
they fucked. Ludivine discovered there was considerably pleasure from having a
man's mouth on her nipples as his hard cock pounded into her vagina.
Although the women had been raped repeatedly, there was still something
totally depraved about the methodical and controlled way each woman was taken as
the other's watched.
After several days had passed with a training session each afternoon in which
the women had performed with their mouths and their anuses, the women had left
all sense of respectability and modesty behind.
At first the women had been scandalized by the way the underpants exposed
their lower buttocks and the amount of cleavage they were showing. But shortly,
the women realized the pointlessness of their modesty. During the heat of the
day, everyone shed their tops exposing their breasts. As each day in the cell
passed, clothes seemed to matter less and hot afternoons were spent with the
women swimming naked in the cool waters of the pool. If an off duty guard came
by, they encouraged him to strip and go for a swim. The women would play at
holding their breath and gliding under water to suck his cock. After they tired
of horseplay, the woman next in line would bring the guard to one of the chaise
and mount him. Ludivine and the others would masturbate as they watched their
fellow captive impale herself and ride the guard's cock until they both
climaxed. If the woman failed to climax, there would be lesbian sex after the
guard departed. The women became skilled at pleasing one another.
We have become the most depraved group of English women on the planet decided
Ludivine as she massaged her clit while a few yards away, Elena was in the
throes of passion as she raised and lowered herself on the sizeable member of a
guard that was a blackamoor. The women had nicknamed him "Othello" and referred
to having sex with him as being his Desdemona. His sizeable black cock had
become a favorite of the women. Othello would lay there, his phallus pointing
toward the ceiling as the women mounted him. The women would massage their clit
with their fingers as Othello stroked their nipples. One visit by Othello
resulted in at least six orgasms by the females.
The last few days had seen a subtle change in the attitudes of the women.
Ludivine noticed that with time hanging so heavily on their hands, the women
began to look forward to the visits by the guards. There even developed a
competition among the women to attract the guards.
Elena took the lead in presenting herself to them when they first entered.
Often as not, she was chosen and wound up on a nearby chaise enjoying a good
fuck as the other women watched. Betty soon intervened and established a system
where each woman took her turn. Betty had been surprised when Rebecca Hamilton
eagerly joined in. Often two women would entertain a guard's cock with their
mouths bring him to climax that they would share.
Two nights ago, a party of thirty soldiers arrived from Karem Bey's palace
that was located in the cool highlands. The women were kept busy almost all
night in what became an orgy of naked body writing against each other as the
women and men sought their pleasure. Betty was forced to acknowledge they had
all participated with great willingness. Ludivine had played the part of the
coquette. At times, she had disappeared under a mound of hard male flesh, each
of her orifices seeking to be filled. The women had laughed and teased the
soldiers as they went from couch to couch sampling all the females. Mindful of
the Princess's threats they would all be whipped if any one failed, the women
had performed whatever sexual acts the soldiers desired.
Without a single instance of physical coercion we have all become eager
whores, vying for the attention of any man who walks into our cell realized
Betty and Ludivine when next morning they were discussing the their willingness
to have sex with the guards.
"It's as if someone has whetted my appetite and no matter what I can's satisfy
it once and for all," said Ludivine to Betty discussing last night. "I find all
forms of sodomy pleasurable."
"It was the same for me. I just couldn't get enough men between my legs, in my
mouth or up my ass," replied Betty. "And if more than one wanted to try one of
my orifices, I was eager."
"The Princess has made us into wantons," concluded Ludivine.
"Yes they have and here comes the corporal with two others and it's my turn,"
said Betty.
"I'm after you. I'm already feeling warm between my legs at just the thought
of the corporal's cock inside me."
Unlike the corsairs, the soldiers were cleaner and better mannered. Relations
had even become friendly as the captives and guards got to know one another.
The women had learned a few words of Arabic.
Betty discovered that the more depraved and wanton the sex, the more she
enjoyed it. At one point, two soldiers had playfully trapped Betty between them
in the pool and she willing accepted the cock of one solder in her cunt then
encouraged the other to enter her rectum. The three floated in the warm waters
slowly fucking Betty until at last they emptied their sperm inside her cavities.
It had felt good to have so many sexual partners and she had orgasmed to the
point that it became a process rather than an event. Betty had also noted that
Ludivine's sexual appetite matched her sisters. Both Ludivine and Elena threw
themselves into the orgy with all the intensity they could muster. Ludivine had
appeared insatiable as she spread her long beautiful legs as each man approached
her, throwing them wide apart and using her fingers to open her vagina and
invite its penetration. Ludivine's long limbs permitted her to stimulate and
even penetrate the anus of her partners slipping her fingers into their rectum
as her legs coiled around their torsos. Some of the smaller guards looked
something the worse for wear after a good fucking by Miss Ludivine Townly.
I lost track of how many men were inside me thought Betty as she recalled last
night's orgy of warm bodies. Every hole had been well used during the course of
the long evening. Sodomy has become routine to me thought Betty recalling the
time when there was a cock in her mouth and another in her rectum. She had been
seated astraddle a light skinned soldier with her anus impaled on his cock when
another had approached her standing and placed his erect cock against her lips.
She had eagerly taken it in. Later she was rewarded when both soldiers released
their semen into her cavities. Betty had climaxed as the salty fluid filled her
mouth and she rolled it back and forth on her tongue before swallowing.
"I'm a little sore in my parts," confided Ludivine to the others, as they were
lying naked around the bathing pool the next morning. Ludivine was unconsciously
rubbing her sex as she spoke. Sore or not, Ludivine had enjoyed the continual
sex and found herself looking forward to the arrival of more soldiers.
"Mine are extremely tender to the touch. I don't see how the women who work
the London docks survive. I was told they sometimes service thirty sailors in an
evening," said Elena.
"I wish there had been wine," said Louise.
"The Muslim religion forbids it. That is written in the Koran," said Elena.
"But thankfully rape is allowed," said Eliza Hamilton pushing away from the
side of the pool and perform a backstroke that showered her lean naked body
gliding through the water.
"No one had to rape me last night. They were all so handsome and really quite
charming," said Rebecca Smythe causing all the women to laugh.
"Did you notice the size of the one who had the scar on his face," said
Katherine Smythe. "It was enormous. I thought it was going to split me wide
open."
"There were two others at least as big. I thought the older one with the gray
beard was the largest," said Sally Claridge.
"I fear the Princess Aziza has accomplished her goal of making us into whores
without having to use force," whispered Betty to Ludivine.
"Yes, I agree. It must be the nature of woman to enjoy repeated intercourse
when other choices are not available," said Ludivine. "There is little to do
here other than entertain the soldiers. We are birds in a gilded cage.
Intercourse is the only means we have to break the tedium of the day.
Early on, there had been one moment of moral turpitude when Betty had
whispered to Ludivine that she wanted to show her something. All the other women
were asleep it being the custom to slumber during the hot desert afternoon.
Ludivine had followed Betty to one of the smaller rooms. Ludivine responding to
Betty's lead peered cautiously around the corner.
Sally and Anne Claridge were on their backs being soundly fucked by Oliver and
Ernest. Both girls were making loud moaning sounds as the two young boys thrust
into them. Their legs were wrapped around the slender hips of the boys and they
were pulling the boys into their sex with as much force as they could provide.
The boys switched partners repeatedly. The twins appeared insatiable as they
writhed their young bodies against the two.
Ludivine found herself becoming aroused as she watched her younger brother and
his friend take the very willing twin girls. After a few moments, Betty and
Ludivine reluctantly stepped back from the doorway and went to another room to
discuss what they had just witnessed.
"I suppose we should have expected that," said Betty. "They may be boys but
they are of the male sex."
"Should we stop them, forbid it," said Ludivine?
"I'm not sure on what grounds or even if they would listen to us. You recall
that the Princess Aziza said they could have any of us they wanted. Besides, why
should we deny them the same thing we'd given to the pirates and the guards? It
seems illogical," said Betty.
"I am of the same opinion. They are dressed the same as the guards and have
the run of the fortress. However, I am not anxious to commit incest. It is one
of the few sins of a sexual nature I am not guilty of. However, if Oliver wants
Elena or myself, there is little we can do about it. I will have to ignore the
fact that my own brother's cock is inside me."
"Agreed then. We treat Oliver and Earnest like the guards and soldiers and
give of ourselves if they want us," said Betty. "On another matter, Rebecca told
me about what transpired between the two of you. Her attitude is much changed as
a result. I thank you for that," said Betty placing her hand on Ludivine's
thigh.
"She has become as eager as Elena when a man walks into our cell. It is quite
a transformation," said Ludivine.
"I find you very beautiful and would like to for us to make love. I want to
have the same experience as Rebecca," said Betty placing her arms around
Ludivine and kissing her.
Ludivine responded to Betty's kiss and before many moments had passed the two
women were lying naked on a chaise making love to each other's sex with their
mouth. Lesbian sex among all the women became commonplace especially before the
afternoon rest. After the noonday repast, the women would pair off or even form
chains where each woman both gave and received oral sex. The women became adept
at using their fingers to pleasure one another. Ludivine transferred the
knowledge that she learned her last night on the Polaris. She taught each woman
the location of the rough, sensitive spot inside her vagina. The nine achieved
powerful orgasms that left them both relaxed and eager to repeat the experience.
As the prisoner cart bounced over the rough paving stones, Ludivine wondered
about her and Elena's fate. The last three weeks had been a languid time of
lovemaking on a scale and frequency that Ludivine would have thought impossible
a month ago. Although Ludivine was fearful of what might befall Elena and her
once on board the Bombay Enterprise, she welcomed the chance to leave the gloomy
fortress and see the town of Mahajanga once more. As soon as the two women
arrived at the quay, they were escorted to a waiting longboat.
The pirates immediately recognized both women as they pushed away from the
dock and started to row toward the Bombay Enterprise.
"Ready for another go, missy," said one of the rowers to Elena.
"The question is are you ready for me," said Elena slipping her cloak off her
shoulders to reveal her skimpy harem dress. Her action caused the oarsmen to
momentarily cease their efforts and turn their gaze toward Elena.
Ludivine feeling there was nothing to lose pushed a long leg through the
cloak's opening causing further distraction on the part of the rowers.
"Look too, you bastards," screamed the pirate with the tiller in his hand.
"There'll be plenty of time to stare at the bints once we reach the ship. Sir
Charles said we could have our fun with then until he is ready."
The rowers realizing that the sooner they reached the ship, the sooner they
could have the two women, resumed their rowing with renewed energy. The longboat
sliced through the water.
"Looks like we're in for another stint on our backs," said Elena.
"Yes, but this time, I don't intend to suffer. I will work hard to please them
and take my own pleasure," said Ludivine placing her hand over Elena's and
giving it a squeeze.
"Yes, sister, let's show them what we are capable of," said Elena.
"Agreed, there is no shame in it. We are at there mercy, forced to do what we
must in order to survive this ordeal," said Ludivine.
"Father would have a fit if he could see condition of his ship," said Elena as
the long boat pulled along side of the Bombay Enterprise. Ludivine could see
that some very shoddy repairs had been made to cover up the holes blown in her
sides by the corsairs.
Ludivine ignored the pirates' hands on her bottom as she climbed the rope
ladder to emerge on the deck. She shuddered slightly when she recalled the pain
of the cat-of-nine landing on her back and breasts and then the searing agony of
the hawser as its rough fibers abraded the tender flesh of her sex.
God give me strength prayed Ludivine as she walked toward the main hatch were
only weeks before, she along with the other women of the Bombay Enterprise had
been so savagely violated. Ludivine was walking several paces behind Elena when
she saw her younger sister remove her cloak with a broad gesture causing the
rich material to spin through the air before it came to rest across her arm.
Ludivine took a second to admire her sister's lithe figure. Elena exaggerated
the roll of her hips as she walked toward the hatch covering. Someone had taken
the effort to bring two mattresses from below and place them on the covering.
Ludivine had engaged in lovemaking with all of the women captives with the
exception of her own sister. But when Ludivine saw Elena roll her shapely hips
she realized how much she wanted to make love to her. Later decided Ludivine as
she arrived at the hatch. Ludivine quickly removed her cloak, stood as tall as
possible, and thrust out her breasts as she turned to face the crew. Ludivine
smiled and then bowed.
"You bints get naked and on your backs," said the pirate who had operated the
longboat's tiller.
Ludivine smiled once more at the gathering of roughly thirty pirates as she
unbuttoned the three buttons of her abbreviated blouse and pulled it off with a
certain elan to allow her breasts to spring forth. The pirates pushed forward to
get a better view. Ludivine maintained eye contact with the pirates as she
placed her thumbs in the waistband of her sheer trousers and pushed them along
with the underpants down to reveal her sex. She stepped out of her pants folded
them placing the blouse and trousers nearby. Elena had already stripped naked
and was standing with both hand between her legs rubbing her sex.
Ludivine leaned over to slip her sandals off exposing her naked bottom to the
pirates. She leaned well forward with her legs spread wider than her shoulders.
She reached back and pulled her buttocks apart then turned her head toward the
pirates as she smiled then licked her lips.
Ludivine saw that the thin mattress lying on the hatch cover was filthy. Oh
well, she thought, soon it will be covered with my sweat and their ejaculate.
Nothing to do other than accept my fate and lie back and enjoy what I can of
this ordeal.
Ludivine sat down on the mattress, parted her legs and placed her hand on her
sex, parting her labia to expose her clit and vagina. She and Elena exchanged
passionate kisses licking each other's face and nipples.
"Let's masturbate for them," suggested Ludivine to her sister.
She maintained eye contact with the pirates as she began to stroke her clit.
Elena was doing the same. Ludivine placed two fingers in her mouth to wet them
then smeared the saliva over her sex working her fingers into her vagina. The
pirates watched almost entranced as the two beautiful women masturbated.
Ludivine keeping one hand on her increasingly wet sex lifted her breast as she
bent her face downward to pass her tongue over her nipple. Out of the corner of
her eye, she could see that Elena was busily playing with herself using both
hands. Elena's fingers were thrusting into her vagina as her other fingers
rubbed her clitoris.
Ludivine deciding that she was sufficient lubricated and sufficiently aroused
leaned backward on her elbow as she spread her legs wider and gestured for the
pirates to come forward and take her. She reached up and grasped her ankles
pulling them back toward her exposing her vagina and anus to the maximum extent.
At that point, pandemonium broke out. Three dozen pirates rushed forward to
leap on the two women. Most were struggling to unbutton their trousers as they
landed on the backs of their mates. It was chaos as fights broke out. Men cursed
one another and knives and cutlasses were drawn. Ludivine and Elena were trapped
under a pile of squirming bodies. The struggle continued for several minutes
until two shots rang out.
"Get up, you scum, you'll all get your turn," shouted Sir Charles Danby. He
had apparently rushed onto the main deck when he heard the commotion. The
pirates pulled back leaving Ludivine and Elena to untangle themselves.
"Matson, form two lines," shouted Sir Charles speaking to the sailor who had
managed the longboat's tiller.
Matson cursed, pulled and shoved the crew into two queues. Ludivine saw that
the first crewman in the line that began at her feet was an Oriental. He had a
long pigtail that hung almost to his buttocks. Ludivine watched as he pulled his
trousers down and exposed an already hard cock. Ludivine was surprised when Sir
Charles sat down on the raised hatch cover between Elena and herself. He smelled
of wine and was obviously a little drink. Both women were reclining on the
mattresses when Sir Charles quickly sat down between them and placed a hand on
each of their naked thighs.
"How are the two Miss Townlys this morning?" asked Sir Charles as he gestured
for the Chinaman at Ludivine's feet to move forward. "Chuan, George, climb
aboard. I promised you a good fuck when we reached port. These two ladies are
from the cream of London society."
Ludivine grunted and moaned as Chuan first moved his cock back and forth
across her slit before inserting himself into her vagina. She saw that the first
sailor in Elena's line had mounted her. Elena's arms were wrapped around the
shoulders of the sailor and he was sucking on her breasts as he worked his long
thin cock into her vagina.
How odd thought Ludivine to have Sir Charles only inches away as the crew
takes us. Sir Charles' hand was still on Ludivine's thigh as the Oriental named
Chuan slipped his cock into Ludivine's vagina.
"Just think, Miss Townly, less than a month ago, you were a worthless virgin.
Now you've become a quite useful whore like your sister. Tell me, is that is how
you pictured your life? Spread out on the hatch cover of your father's ship
servicing a line of the worst scum of the Madagascar Straits," said Sir Charles
taking a cheroot from his jacket pocket, biting the tip off and spitting it on
the deck.
"No, I did not picture myself in this manner. You have brought me to this, Sir
Charles. I was a respectable member of society before you and your pirate crew
made me what I am," said Ludivine as she wrapped her legs around Chuan to pull
him more forcefully into her vagina. Ludivine reached her hand around the
Oriental's short body to grasp his buttocks and pull then apart exposing his
asshole to the crew. A loud cheer broke out from the sailors as Ludivine passed
her fingers across Chuan's rectum. Mindlessly, Chuan kept repeating the same
Cantonese phrases over and over again as he plowed into Ludivine's sex.
"You seem to like it well enough now. How is she Chuan? Pussy any good?" asked
Sir Charles after Chuan had been at it for a few minutes.
"Pretty good fuck, wish move pussy more," said Chuan.
"You heard Chuan, move your cunt more. You should watch your dear younger
sister. Look at the way she's humping George," said Sir Charles as he lighted
his smoke and took a puff.
Ludivine glanced over to see that Elena was jerking her body back and forth as
the pirate took her. Ludivine imitated Elena's motion causing Chuan to make an
appreciative grunt.
"Matson, how many in each queue," asked Sir Charles.
It took several seconds for Matson to count.
"Twenty one in Red's line, twenty in Blacks," replied Matson.
"See that everyone gets both women," ordered Sir Charles to Matson.
"That makes forty one pirates who'll fuck the two Misses Townly's this
morning. Elena, how many of the Bombay Enterprise's crew did you fuck after we
left London?" said Sir Charles.
"Eleven, I think," said Elena between moans.
"Lying cunt, didn't you sneak forward one night to the crew's quarters and
take all on who wanted a piece of your sweet young ass," said Sir Charles.
"It was dark. I did not see how many there were," said Elena.
"Ludivine did you tell Elena you saw me fucking her in the Food Locker the
night before the Corsairs took the ship," said Sir Charles.
"No, I didn't," said Ludivine as Chuan reached his climax and soaked the walls
of Ludivine's cunt with his sperm.
"Well, I'm surprised that you in your righteous wrath did not confront your
sister regarding her whorish behavior. Elena, your older and most respectable
sister saw the two of us. You were sucking my cock when she entered," said Sir
Charles. "Jayson, your next, get a move on man."
Ludivine accepted a sailor named Jayson between her legs reaching down to
guide his hard cock into her hole. Ludivine saw that another sailor had mounted
Elena.
Sir Charles watched quietly as Jayson fucked Ludivine. He was sipping wine and
smoking as he watched the two women service his crew.
Jayson possessed a sizeable instrument and he maintained a tight contact with
Ludivine's clitoris as he rode her. Ludivine moved her body in concert with
Jayson's to maximize the friction between his hairy pubic mound and her own. It
was not long before Ludivine enjoyed a noisy climax.
"Ludivine, no point in calling you Miss Townly anymore, especially now that
you're nothing more than a common whore. I see you've learned to take your own
pleasure. You should have accepted my proposal of marriage. You are obviously
like your sister, a woman born to whore. I would have brought you here where my
first wife, the Princess Aziza would have instructed you properly in the art of
fornication," said Sir Charles starting to rise.
Ludivine was too busy responding to Jayson's climax to respond to sir Charles.
She waited expectantly as a third pirate climbed between her legs. Ludivine
reached down to guide his cock into her slimy quim.
"Matson, after the first twenty, switch to the Townly's sisters assholes if
that's the crew's preference," said Sir Charles as he made to leave.
"Yes, Sir Charles," responded Matson.
It was past noon when the last of the pirates emptied their semen into
Ludivine and Elena. Ludivine felt exhausted. Her vagina and asshole were fucked
raw. There was sperm oozing from both orifices. Her nipples were scraped from
being sucked and bit. When Ludivine looked over at Elena, she was surprised to
see that Elena was still bucking her hips as the forty-first fuck of her day
strained to reach an orgasm. Finally, he convulsed and rolled off the sweat and
semen covered Elena.
The two women lay there not moving for a while. Ludivine judged by the sun
that it was well past the noon hour.
"Wine," said a voice that Ludivine recognized as Sir Charles. He had returned
to the main deck when informed that all his crew had enjoyed both women.
Both women propped themselves up on one elbow to accept a glass of dark red
Madeira. Once again, Sir Charles seated himself between the two women.
Watching you two service my crew has made me randy," said Sir Charles as he
unfastened the first button of his trousers. "Let's see how the two sisters work
together to suck a gentleman's cock."
Ludivine and Elena wearily rose up and positioned themselves. They repeatedly
switched between sucking Sir Charles balls and his shaft until he sprayed his
sperm into Elena's mouth.
"Share it with your sister," ordered Sir Charles.
Elena placed her open mouth on Ludivine's and their tongues swapped the
slippery product of Sir Charles' loins back and forth between their mouths.
"I must say I am impressed with the results achieved by the Princess Aziza. I
though it would take the repeated use of the whip to bring you around but the
Princess said none of that was necessary," said Sir Charles.
"We have not been treated harshly," said Elena.
"On the contrary, good food, attractive clothes and jewels, and plenty of hard
cock, what more could an Englishwoman ask for," said Sir Charles. "The Princess
informs me that all nine of you are willing to open your legs for any guard who
happens by. In fact, she tells me that she arranged for a unit of her father's
personal bodyguard to visit the other night and that you acted like bitches in
heat."
"There is little else to do," said Ludivine. "Sexual intercourse is the only
way we have to relive the tedium of our existence."
"A convenient rationalization. Soon you will discover you are part of my
master plan. Of course, you are not fully trained but that will come in time.
Now, I have another small matter to attend to. Let me introduce Rhang, " said
Sir Charles turning toward a small native who had arrived on deck carrying a
large cloth sack.
"Another," said Ludivine to Elena thinking that there was one more crewman
requiring sex.
"Oh, Rhang is not here to fuck you. I hope that doesn't disappoint you," said
Sir Charles. "Matson, bind their arms behind their back and tie them to the main
mast."
Matson stepped forward with four of the crew. Shortly, Ludivine and Elena were
tied standing to the main mast. Their arms firmly bound behind their back.
"Rhang was given to me by my close fiend, the Malay ruler, King Ashanipur,"
said Sir Charles who then spoke to Rhang in a language unknown to the Townly
sisters. Rhang immediately removed two long metal apparatus from the cloth bag
and handed one to Sir Charles.
"King Ashanipur uses these if one of his courtesans fails to show the proper
enthusiasm or technique when they are brought to the royal bedchamber. They're
called a Malay tit press. See the intricate brass work. After a woman spends
time in these, she undergoes a remarkable change in attitude," said Sir Charles.
"Please, Sir Charles, you've killed our father, sold our mother into chattel
slavery, and made whores of my sister and me. Your wife has enjoyed our brother.
Haven't you done enough to the Townlys for my refusing your offer of marriage,"
said Ludivine.
"Of course, I'm fully revenged. At this point, I'm just amusing myself," said
Sir Charles who then spoke once again to Rhang. Rhang immediately extracted a
pair of metal pinchers and stepped directly in front of Ludivine. Without
hesitation, he reached up to capture her nipples in the claw teeth of the
pinchers and pulled her breast painfully outward.
"Oh, for the love of God, have mercy, Sir Charles, the pain is more than a
body can bare," whined Ludivine as the pain rose in waves from the tips of her
breasts. Ludivine whimpered as Sir Charles opened the metal contraption he held
in his hand. Ludivine saw to her horror that it was hinged at one end and
consisted of two steel arms. There were two small half circles in each arm. Sir
Charles fitted one arm above Ludivine's breasts and the other below it. He
closed the two arms together trapping her breasts in the half circles that were
in no way sufficient to accommodate Ludivine's large breasts. Each semi-circle
was lined with sharp metal spikes. Ludivine screamed as Sir Charles clamped the
bars together at the base of her breasts. She continued to scream as Rhang
turned a tightening screw that narrowed the opening until Ludivine's breasts
were trapped in a metal circle that compressed the flesh to less than half its
normal size. The metal spikes penetrated her flesh and Ludivine felt her blood
dripping down onto her feet.
Ludivine screamed until she ran out of breath. Elena added her own screams as
Sir Charles applied the other device to her breasts. Both women were shrieking
in pain as Sir Charles attached a rope to a center ring on the top of device.
The rope was tightened and Ludivine found herself standing on her tiptoes.
"Hearing you scream gives me a hardon, Ludivine. On my last visit to King
Ashanipur, he demonstrated its use to me when the daughter of one of his
governors failed to show sufficient zeal in the royal bedchamber. He had Rhang
hang the girl and her mother up right outside my bedroom window. He then invited
the governor's younger daughters to my bed where he informed them that they had
better show enormous enthusiasm for my cock or wind up with their little titties
in the press.
I spent the night allowing them to please me with all three of their
orifices. Each time, their mother and sister screamed, they redoubled her
efforts. In the morning, I informed the king their performance was only
adequate. Rhang strung them up alongside the others while we ate breakfast."
When Ludivine looked upward, she saw that the ropes attached to the tops of
the press were threaded through pulleys attached to the topmost spar of the main
mast. Ludivine and Elena were untied from the main mast as two sailors pulled
the ropes causing both of the women to lift off the deck. Ludivine watched in
horror as her breasts turned into bright red, almost purple, globes with visible
veins and arteries. Slowly she twisted in the wind as she and Elena rose higher
and higher above the Bombay Enterprise's main deck. Ludivine thought at any
moment her breasts would rip off and she would fall to her death on the deck
below.
Enduring unspeakable agony exacerbated by the force of the wind and the
constant uneven pull of the ropes, Ludivine and Elena finally reached the
highest point possible in the ship's rigging. Ludivien and Elena remained there
for over an hour until all of a sudden, Ludivine felt herself in free fall. She
screamed as she fell a short distance then screamed even harder when the rope
pulled taut and the press bit in her flesh with a frightful force. After that,
she was slowly lowered to the main deck. Ludivine looked up to see that Elena
was still high above held in the press.
Ludivine crumpled to the deck when she had fully descended. She was quickly
pulled to her feet to face Sir Charles.
"Where is it," demanded Sir Charles. Not understanding what Sir Charles meant,
Ludivine did not answer. He immediately raised a belaying pin above his head and
struck downward onto Ludivine's painfully over inflated press. Ludivine screamed
in agony then passed out. She returned to consciousness when she realized her
head was under water. She fought against the hand at the back of her head that
was holding her under. Finally the hand relented and she was allowed to pull her
head back choking and spitting seawater. She rolled away from the water barrel
striking one end of the tit press on the deck causing her to shriek in anguish.
"Where is it," repeated Sir Charles.
"Where is what," screamed Ludivine?
"The payment your father was bringing to the Maharaja of Sindth. It's hidden
on the ship. I cannot find it."
"I will show you if you lower my sister and take these hellish devices off
us," screamed Ludivine. Ludivine's chest was a fiery ache. The breast where Sir
Charles had landed the belaying pin was swelling causing even greater pain from
the tit press.
"All right, bring her down, Matson. You two can always go back up if you are
playing me false," said Sir Charles.
Once Rhang had removed the press, Ludivine rolled back and forth across the
wooden deck in horrible agony as the blood returned to her breasts. Elena had
passed out when she reached the deck and did not revive until her breasts were
freed. Both women sobbed and whimpered as the pain refused to lessen even after
many minutes had passed. Finally, Ludivine fell sufficiently recovered to raise
her head.
"Show me," said Sir Charles who was standing nearby holding the Malay tit
press. 'Show me where or this goes right back on. This time I'll leave you up
there until you rot and the gulls peck your eyes out."
Ludivine staggered to her feet and walked toward the bow. She was still naked
as she passed many of the crew. When she reached the very tip of the bow she
leaned over and pointed out to Sir Charles the secret compartment where her
father had concealed a metal box containing 10,000 gold sovereigns, a king's
ransom. It was intended as a payment to the Maharaja of Sindth in return for his
oath of loyalty to the crown of England. The payment of the sum had been the
secret reason for Sir Roger's trip to India.
Sir Roger had trusted only Ludivine with the knowledge of the gold's location.
"In case, I fall overboard or get killed by pirates, someone must know," said
Sir Roger. "I trust you and only you, Ludivine."
"I would have told you if you had asked," said Ludivine sitting on the deck
and holding her arms across her throbbing breasts.
"Possibly, but I wanted to observe how effective my gift from the King was in
extracting information," said Sir Charles examining the large metal box of
bright gold coins.
"Matson, row them to shore," ordered Sir Charles.
