May twenty third in the year of our Lord 1751

'My name is Lady Elizabeth Manning daughter of Lord Joshua Manning of Felstead Hall in the County of Essex. When you read this, I shall probably be long dead because of my promise on the bible to the Lord and to the Reverend Winterton not to reveal his wrong doings while he was still alive. He is now dead and I only expect to last another week at the most. There is little water left and no food. No one knows I am here and there is no way out but I believe it is important that the truth concerning my disappearance is known.

The events pertaining to this account began about a year ago, on June 1st 1750. My father needed to visit Copenhagen on Court business and suggested I go with him as the weather in June was usually fair and the boat trip should not be too rough. His forecast proved correct and we had a most enviable month at the palace and in the house of Count Borgensen. However, the return trip proved disastrous for me and heralded my utter degradation and ultimately, my death.

About three days from Copenhagen while sailing in open water with just a light breeze, the sailors became agitated when another vessel was sighted behind us. They set extra sails on the brigantine but even so the vessel which they called a cutter overhauled us. I was sent below and could see little of what happened. I heard a canon and a splash. Later I found this was a warning shot which the crew tried to ignore. For some time after there was relative quiet and then the most ghastly explosions and noises of tearing and splintering wood. I learned later the cutter and sailed around the brigantine and fired her canons and brought down the mainmast. Shortly after I heard the sounds of fighting and pistol shots before it went relatively quiet again. I ventured out and was immediately seized by two men I didn't know. Father and some of the ships crew were held at gun point in a corner of the main deck and when he saw me he rushed over but a bullet killed him before he had taken two steps. I managed to free myself and go to his side but it was too late and I was quickly captured and held again and my hands tied.

The pirates, for that is what they were, worked quickly getting the cargo of brandy and silks from our ship on to theirs. Soon all had been transferred and the man who I later came to know as Captain Jimo ordered me aboard his ship. Before I left they threw all of our remaining crew into the main hold. I started to protest at the cruelty but soon found it made no difference. As the two ships parted, one man lit a fuse and we had gone but a hundred yards when the brigantine blew apart and was gone forever. My captors took me to the mizzen mast and tied my hands to it. For what seemed ages I was left while the crew got on with their work, stowing their new cargo and doing some repairs to the rigging that had been damaged in the fight.

Presently the captain came to me. He was a horrible looking man with yellow teeth and a big scar down one cheek. He asked who I was and what I was doing on the ship. When I told him and pleaded to be released he just laughed and lifted my skirts. I tried to kick when I felt his hand between my thighs but soon learned that was a bad thing to do. "Get me a withie, Boy," he yelled to a youth nearby, "Her ladyship needs teaching some manners." 'Boy' returned with a long stick. My dress and underskirts were pulled up and tied around my waist. My bare bottom parts were now fully exposed and my cries and pleas went unheeded, in fact they only seemed in inflame the men who now stood around into making coarse remarks on my predicament.

"A dozen should do for starters," the captain leered, "That should make you think twice before you resist again." I doubt you can image my feelings at hearing that. My world had just ended, I had seen my father shot dead and the crew murdered and now I was half naked and tied to a mast in front of a salacious group of men waiting to receive a thrashing. The captain and the crew made other foul remarks but even now I write such words with great distaste and will only use them to add authenticity to the narrative. I hardly heard the sound above the sea as the withie hit my bottom but it felt as if I was struck with a red hot poker. I screamed but before many seconds passed another line of fire crossed my bottom. At this time I was certain I was bleeding but there were only a few droplets of blood where the end of the withie cut in. At the ninth stroke I passed out and was revived by having sea water thrown in my face and he continued until I had the full dozen. While I was still reeling from the pain he again thrust his hand between my legs, this time if full view of the crew and with calls of encouragement from them.

By then I was past caring, the pain was so great but when I felt his finger press inside my opening almost involuntarily I tried to jerk away. This did not please him. He turned me so my back was against the mast, "Lookee missy, while yer on my ship, I'll do what I like with yer!" He spat in my face but I think my tears must have washed it away. Next thing I knew his hands were on the top of my dress. With some force he pulled it down until my bosoms were hanging over the top. Squeezing and kneading them he asked if I would like them warmed with the withie and when I didn't answer he squashed both nipples until I cried out, "No!"

"That's jest as well, cuz I'm goin to release yer from the mast but leave yer hands tied and your titties out and yer dress tied up so all the men can see an' feel yer all they want. Yer jest has to stay out on the main deck where I can see and when I'm good and ready yer'll get to feel my pizzle in your tight little cunny."

"Please don't" I begged through my tears.

"Yer wanna yer titties welted too?" I shook my head. "Then do as yer told. You might be a Lady on shore but here your just a pleasure whore."

For the next hour I was made to walk around the deck and anyone who had nothing to do at that moment, played with me in the most obscene way. Soon my bosoms were sore from their rough handling but most embarrassingly I became wet between my legs from their ministrations and I could feel liquid dribbling down my legs. My dress became more and more torn as they sort to see more of my flesh. It was the only one I had and I wondered what I would do when I got to shore, and then I worried that I might never see land again. One sailor put his pizzle in my hands although tied behind my back and worked himself back and forth until I felt his seed on my back. Others openly 'wanked' (that is the term they used), in front of me often choosing to loose their spending in my face or on my breasts. Some were kinder than others and twice I was given something to drink, water the first and rum next.

It must have been over an hour before the captain came down from the higher deck at the back. "Cut her wrists free," he ordered one of the younger lads, a boy of no more than fourteen, "Then take the rest of 'er clothes off and we can see all 'o 'er." By now I knew the futility of resisting and in any case the crew had already seen my most private parts so I allowed him to remove what remained of my dress but wasn't prepared for his next order. "Throw the rags over the side." I stood there naked with nothing to put on at all.'

Gee had stopped typing and read and corrected the text. Roger came and sat by her side and suggested she read it out loud. Part way through he stopped her. "We need to get into the mood," he laughingly suggested. Suiting action to words the removed Gee's jumper, opened her blouse and removed her bra leaving her tits on show. "That's a bit better, now let's get those jeans off and bare your bottom."

"OOOhh!" Gee squealed as she felt his hands massage her breasts and feel between her legs. Typing and reading this part of the story sexually aroused her and she too could feel wetness dribbling down her thigh now that her knickers were not soaking it up. "Are you going to tie my hands too so you can have your fiendish way with me? Are you going to wank in front of a poor innocent girl like me?"

Roger had already picked up a length of cord and was tying her wrists when he answered, "Maybe I will but first I ought to cut a withie to warm your not so innocent bottom!"

"What is a withie? The spell checker didn't recognise the word. I guess it's a sort of cane."

"It's a local term for a stick used to mark the channel in creeks and small rivers. Often they were hazel from coppices but the term was frequently used to mean any sort of rough stick like those cut from a hedgerow."

"I don't think we need to get that authentic." Roger was already leaving the room.

Returning minutes later with secateurs one hand and a long slender and supple twig in the other he asked, "Do you want an authentic full dozen or just a gentle warming?"

"Neither! Just sodding untie me!"

Laughing at her predicament, Roger picked her up, took her to an oak post that supported the upper floor of the old building and tied her wrists to the post so they were held above her head. Geegee vented her anger by hurling invective at him and futile kicking but Roger kissed her and said, "Oh I do love it when you're angry and helpless. Just like our Lady Elizabeth but you'll have to imagine we are on a moving ship, the seas are rushing by, sailors are watching and taunting you, mocking your virgin body and I am a foul smelling, evil captain about to thrash you viciously with a long withie."

Roger swung his 'withie' and produced a light stripe across Gee's arse. It stung but didn't really hurt. "Oow! Stop it you sod!" Roger though, carried on stinging her bottom until twelve light lines showed on the white flesh.

Releasing her from the post and sitting her on the floor he asked, "Are you going to do as yer told or do yer want yer titties striped too?"

Gee took the cue from him "No, please no more."

"Well now you have to allow the crew to see and feel you as they want." Roger played with her tits and then massaged her warm bum before standing and wanking his cock in front of her face.

On impulse Geegee opened her mouth and took his cock in. Never before had she sucked a man's cock except once to stimulate the boy to an erection. Now she expected Roger to go the whole way. Lightly holding her head, Roger gently fucked his cock between her lips while she used her tongue to lick the underside of his shaft until Roger announced he was about to cum. Instead of pulling her head away as he expected, she continued to suck vigorously and swallowed his spunk. Still she continued sucking until his shaft softened and he withdrew.

"Gee, that was wonderful. I didn't expect you to suck me off like that." He kissed her and could taste his sperm on her tongue when they battled inside her mouth.

Suddenly Gee moved her head back and then nudged him in the chest to push him away. "It's okay for you," she said, "My hands are still tied and I'm still horny. How about you getting down and servicing me with your tongue? Fairs fair and it will take that prick of yours a while to recover."

Roger picked his partner up and laid her along the settee with her arse on one arm and her legs hanging over the end. Kneeling he placed her legs over his shoulders and started to lick along her slit. Gradually he increased his licking to include her arsehole. Soon his tongue was probing alternately in one hole and then the other. Gee climaxed twice before he finally concentrated on sucking and nipping her clit and she cried out as a monster climax hit her.

Later, over dinner they discussed what had happened and agreed to explore some of the other sexual acts performed on Lady Elizabeth but without causing any harm or too much pain.