Pirates of the South Seas by littlebear72
Real pirates , I heard the bell ringing. I knew that the boat would be here in a half hour or so. I noted my bank balance on the computer, our only outside contact with the world. Double checking the recent deposits totaling well over $135,000 dollars silently cursing to myself, that we were not charging enough. As it would barely cover our monthly expenses. But, it had been a slow month for sales, vowing that next month I must raise our sales price to increase our profits. My business depended on keeping all my partners contented.
Leaving the office, I walked outside heading for the dock. I noticed that the workers in the hemp fields were diligently harvesting the plants. When one of the workers broke a plant, the crew chief was instantly chastising the older woman. Reminding her that survival depended on her not damaging the crops. Our ropes made of our hemp were famous for their, strengths and durability. Breaking plants means shorter fibers, means weaker overall rope products. I smiled as the crew chief fined her by adding an extra hour to her work day. The woman was about 40ish, slightly over weight. I made a mental note to double check our workers diets, I paid our medical staff, premium money to keep everyone here healthy.
Nearing the dock. I noticed that the passenger unloading, was being slowed by some of those not cooperating with the wardens. Let me explain, although the hemp and rope business, was our public profile, and we did well with it. It is a very loose definition of our services, for the lack of a better word. We are and have been, for over 100 years, Pirates. We have taken our business to a strictly professional level. Our victims, are scrutinized long before they ever set to sea. We have various employees in many South Seas ports, relaying information on cruises, nature of cargo, where and when they sail and where they are heading. Its not random were are very discriminating.
I watched as 25 people were unloaded on to the dock. The wardens and thralls as we called them, were quick to line up our victims, brandishing cattle prods, and hand guns.
I hated this part, one person was always chosen as an example, even before unloading to demonstrate our resolve. This time it was a man about 30. A warden demanded he strip off all his clothes, when he protested as the first one almost always does, he is zapped by a cattle prod. When he is strong enough to stand, he told to strip fast. I see he hesitates, looks at the warden, she draws her pistol and summarily shoots him in the head. Two thralls, quickly take the body to the side of the dock and toss it into the sea. It sounds heartless, but actually it is better for the survivors to understand that disobediences will not be tolerated. It causes less scaring, and keeps the product worth more on the open market. Is it cruel, yes but what these future slaves do not know, is that all the passengers on their ship, who were not taken off, were summarily sunk with the ship. Dead men tell no tales.
I notice that there are three males in their teens, they are pushed forward, and told to strip. All three quickly obey. Our warden directs her thralls to put wooden bars behind their backs and to tie their arms, in front after being wrapped around the bars. Once secured, they are tied together and lead off to the male training center. The rest are females, I was happy to note that there were 12 who were younger than 13. Three were in their 30’s and 5 somewhere in their twenties. Christie, out top warden, demanded that they all disrobe, they quickly did, the younger ones hesitating were helped by the thralls.
They were lined up and told to stand with their hands by their sides, some of the shyer ones were trying to cover their breasts or vaginas. The thralls held this wooden strips, they went down the line hitting hands and demanding that they hold them to their sides. This was quickly done. I must admit this it what I liked best. 17 naked females standing in the sun, waiting for inspection, and classification.
One of the twenty year olds had a clean shaven vagina. I always made these type first. The thralls are well trained. They know what to do without telling them. I stepped in front of this girl and told her to spread her legs, when she hesitated, a thrall quickly slapped her across both breasts with her stick. The thrall repeated spread your legs while hitting her a second time, she screamed, but moved her legs apart. Now for the speech. It was always the same.
I stepped back, “Ladies you have been chosen to join us on our island. As long as you follow your orders, your life from now on will be a life of luxury. Those of you who defy us, will be severely taught, that obeying is the only way you will survive. From now on you will not be allowed to have clothes, you will be naked, until you earn the privilege of wearing clothing.
Until that time, you will assume this position, (pointing at my twenty year old) when ever you are spoken to. Hand at your sides, with your feet spread at shoulder width. When ever someone, A warden or a thrall wants to put their hands on you and touch you anywhere you will let them. You will be classified as to your usefulness to us. To demonstrate I step forward and put my hand on the twenty years olds vagina, squeezing her hard. As she flinches, the thrall quickly slaps her again with the stick on her ass, Stand still she says, and straighten up, the girl wills herself still. As I move my finger into her vagina, I notice she bites her lip, Good I thought to myself this one will be first.
I motion to a thrall and she quickly steps forward and cuffs the girls hands together. The chain between the cuffs is 24 inches long allowing the girl to keep her hands at her sides.
I motion and a thrall pushes another of the twenty something’s forward. Her hands’ are cuffed and a three foot chain is attached to the first girls cuffs, linking them together. I tell the second a girl who is a brunette, your vagina will be clean shaven, and you will learn to keep it that way. The brunette says “who the fuck are you, and why do you think you will get away with this.” The nearest thrall hits her with her stick across he bare breasts, and tells her you will only speak when asked a question. The girl screams and the thrall applies two more powerful swats to her breasts. I tell all the women, from now on you all will be attached to another woman. What one woman does will affect you both. I tell Christie take these two to the fields and put them on the racks. Christie grabs the lead chain and pulls the two girls forward, their bare feet on the hot dock make them skip and jump, their bare breasts bounce ,as they walk away…
The thralls are now hard at work. Each girl is fitted with cuffs, and chained to another girl. Most of the young girls are crying, I tell another warden Angelique. Take them to the nursery. I’m left with 6 women, standing on the dock, four of the woman bodies are definitely out of shape, two are overweight, and their breasts are sagging. Two have breasts that are not a firm as we like, also they sway to the side, this will be corrected. To these four I tell them, On this Island, you will be given one chance, to get your bodies into shape.