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over Danielle, rubbing off the mess on her front and between her legs
    “Youz some woman to take that fuckin’. Iz gonna put youz to rest now.”
    Danielle lifted her. “You didn’t fuck me tonight big man?”
    “No, Iz leavin’ youz to them. Iz already fucked youz today.”
    “But I like your big black body and your dick. Some of zee crew made me come, but I really need you to finish me off.”
    Fletch undid his britches and released his cock. He sighed with relief; it had been hard for some-time. He slid it into Danielle and she groaned, closing her eyes.
    “Merci mon étalon noir. Aaaaaagh!”
    Danielle, eyes shut, took a deep breath and clenched her teeth. She started to shake as Fletch slid in and out.
    “Oh Fletch! Don’t take it out just come inside me, I want to squeeze it and feel you pump. Aaaaagh!”
    Danielle was still coming as Fletch came.
    “Ugh! Iz can feel you squeezin’! Ugh! That’s good!”
    They both relaxed down panting, Fletch still inside her.
    Danielle lifted her head. “Kiss me Fletch.”
    Fletch lowered his head and met her open mouth. They gorged on each other for over a minute, then Danielle fell back.
    “Merci. Je suis crevé.”
    Fletch un-roped her and removed the capstan spars. She fell to the deck exhausted. He picked her up in his arms and carried her back down below deck. This time he removed the yoke and attached her by a slave collar and long chain. Sarah was in the shadows silently watching.
    “Iz get youz some food and drink now.” He disappeared and returned with a plate of stew and vegetables, a tankard of ale and a blanket. “Youz worked hard tonight. Enjoy it, thatz good food. Therez some ale with a tot o’ rum in it for youz as well. Iz got somet’ing to rest youz head on - help youz sleep.”
    “Merci, tu es gentile. I’m not too hungry right now; maybe I’ll eat it later.”
    Sarah stirred. “Hey what about me? All I’ve had all day was some bread and water.”
    “Youz keep quiet or youz get fucked by crew as well. Seez you in mornin’.”
     
    Early the following morning the Scorpion encountered heavier seas as it sailed north between Guadeloupe and Antigua. The ship had slowed to five knots and was pitching with the waves. Quinn was in high spirits.
    “Fletch, let’s have some fun! Get those women below in those exercise irons! This sea will test them!”
    Fletch grinned, he knew exactly what she meant. He went below and got out three tee-shaped metal bars. These were very similar to the leg irons that they had been using, but they had been modified to include uprights at their centres that terminated in what looked like sword handles or hilts. The grips to the hilts were ten inches in length and two inches wide, rounded at their tops with a pommel. They had guards or quillians that stuck out at right angles and curved upwards.
    Fletch started with Sarah, who was still sitting naked chained by her yoke. He pulled her up by her chain and transferred it to the ring in the ceiling beam. He pulled on the chain forcing her to stand and move to the centre of the compartment. The ship pitched as she moved making her lose her balance. When the chain was tight she was more stable against the ship’s movements. He attached its other end to one of the many rings on the ships side.
    “You’re not going to whip me are you? I’ll do whatever you want.”
    “No whippin’s yet. Youz see.”
    “Please wash me Fletch, I stink.”
    Fletch gave a long look then got a sponge and soap and washed her. She spread her legs to let him wash her crotch. Once this was over he took one of the tee bars and laid it on the deck in front of her. She stared at it wondering what he was going to do with it, but she was in no position to resist, Fletch put her ankles into the iron ankle loops at each end of the iron, spreading them by the same distance as her wrists. He then picked up the upright with its sword handle and swung it up close to her crotch. It was telescopic and he