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extended it until the entire thick handle disappeared into Sarah’s vagina and the quillians were aligned and almost touching her groin and vulva. He secured the tee in its position and went over to adjust the chain attaching her to the beam in the roof. He pulled it until her heels were off the deck but no higher, then he reattached it to the ships side. The ship pitched and swayed violently and she had to move her legs to balance. The tee bar moved as well, pushing further into her vagina and groin.
    “Ah! You devil! This thing’s fucking me as the ship moves!”
    “Let’s seez how youz rides these waves!”
    Fletch moved to where Françoise was chained and attached her in the same way. Then he went over to Danielle. She was still lying on her back asleep when he approached her.
    “Oh Fletch, please don’t whip me again zis morning. I just can’t take it today. I’ll wash and suck your cock if you want. But don’t whip me.”
    “My cock needs a good suckin’. ‘Twas rock hard when I woke. Iz was thinkin’ of last night.”
    Danielle got onto her knees and started to undo the front of his tight britches. His erect black cock bulged inside. Once released, it stood out rigid in front of her . She took hold of it and admired it.
    “You ’ re zee big gest man I’ve ever seen .”
    She spat on it and washed it carefully with water from the bucket.
    “It’s nice to see it close up. You fuck me really well, I like it.”
    She moved her head forward and opening her mouth took its end sucking gently. Fletch moved forward to help her. She moved her head up and down letting as much of it move to her throat as she could . She pulled away, spit dripping from her half open lips and moved both her hands up and down on his shaft. Then her mouth was back once more. Fletch ’s eyes were closed and he moaned. She sucked and pumped his cock enthusiastically, almost lovingly . Fletch was close to coming and she pulled her mouth away staying close as she pumped quick and hard on the shaft. He grunted as the first squirts of white come hit her face. She bent her head back to receive it. She squeezed his shaft and squirt after squirt fell either on her face or on to her chest and breasts .
    He was spent and he took her head in his hands. “The cap’n decides on youz whippin’s, not me. Iz justs has to doos it. Iz gonna chain youz now for the storm, just like the others.”
     
    During the morning the ship had been tossed about by the waves of the Atlantic and Quinn descended to the middle deck to see how the women were taking it. Françoise and Sarah were looking exhausted, their heads bowed. Françoise’s nightshirt stuck to her sweat drenched body and Sarah’s body shone in the half light. The deck underneath each of them was wet where they had relieved themselves. Thick liquid had trickled down from the shaft of the hilt that had been inserted into Sarah’s vagina and on to the rod below it.
    Quinn was quick to notice it. “Ah Sarah! Enjoying it I see?” Sarah grunted and her eyes rolled. “You’re not finished yet? How many times have you come?”
    Sarah regained her breath. “I’ve lost count – dozens of times. Have mercy captain.”
    Quinn approached Françoise and peeled her nightdress from her sweaty thighs and lifted it. “What about you Françoise?” Again thick liquid had trickled down the shaft, this time almost to the bottom of the rod. “You’re enjoying it as well! You drool more than Sarah!”
    Quinn went forward to Danielle. She was vigorously gyrating against the rod, grunting and shaking. Her whip-striped back shone with sweat. The deck beneath her was also wet and her rod glistened with her vaginal fluid. It had oozed all over its entire length and on to the floor. Quinn watched for a few minutes then went back up top.
    Fletch was on the weather deck and Quinn called him over. “You’d better take the women off those shafts soon, they’re enjoying it too much!”
     
    The following morning