Sara's Folly

[sallythescorpian]

The boys were here, they had them!! The relief was immense, and Sara ran flat out, up countless flights of steps until they reached the bridge. She looked about expectantly, anger coming to the surface, now that she knew the boys were unharmed!! She was going to personally kick their asses all the way home! And they could kiss goodbye to any set of wheels other than fucking pedal bikes for the next three years, and...........

Her wild stream of thoughts was interrupted by the sudden realisation that something was absolutely and utterly wrong. She turned, just as the attack was launched, and the thoughts of her worst nightmare being realised, caused her to fight for her life.

She was out numbered, but she fought like a cornered wild cat, desperate, with unprecedented strength, adrenalin pumping. She kicked one man in the balls, hard enough, that he collapsed, screaming on the floor. She kicked another in the back of the knee, making him stumble and then she faced the third man, so tall, six four or five, and she kicked him in the balls, hurting him, but not so much as the first man, but when he bent over in pain, she pressed her hands together, almost as though she was praying, and drove the index fingers of both hands up sharply to the underside of his nose, smashing it, attempting to drive the shards of bone into his brain, but not succeeding.

There was blood everywhere, and he was at least out of commission for a moment. She turned to the first man, curled on the ground, and she kicked him into the face with all her might, unfortunately the trainers she was wearing softened the effect, and she wished she had worn something harder. She turned to the third man, panting hard, but high on adrenalin, and she froze. He had the blade to Tara's neck.

"Let her go, let us go right now, and no one else gets hurt!"

She suppressed a hysterical giggle. God, all she was missing was her Lara Croft shorts!! She was desperate, and there was no way she was going easily, she couldn't do this, not again.

She went to the second man, who was on his hands and knees, and she jumped suddenly, stamping on the back of his neck, snapping it, then she turned, and saw the thin red trail down Tara's neck.

Tears welled, she shook her head.

"Not again, I cant!"

She lunged for the comm unit.

"Mayday Mayday!! this is Sara Churchill on the VLCC Undaunted, I am a prisoner, with my sister! Help! We're in the Atlantic!!"

Tara had made a token fight, emboldened by her sister's success, but while Sara had twelve years of self defence classes under her belt, Tara had nothing. She had elbowed her captor, but had ended up with a nasty slash on her arm, with blood pulsing from it! It needed attention and now, or Tara would bleed to death.

Suddenly, Sara knew she was utterly fucked, and she collapsed on the floor, crying hard. She crawled to her sister, and pulled off Tara's bra, popping it through her tee shirt, slipping it off her shoulders, and pulling it out through the arm hole of the tee shirt her sister wore, now soaked in blood.

Quickly she pulled the bra round and around the upper part of her sister's arm, trying to stem the flow of blood, and then, her head snapped back, as she was back handed and lifted across the floor with the force of it, hitting the wall, and collapsing, unconscious.

This was her worst nightmare, come back to haunt her.

 

[Powerdog16]

"You realize how blantantly illegal this is... right?" Captain Del Rio said as he walked towards Sara and knelt down and checked her pulse.

Carter and the rest of the crew listened to Tara scream to stop touching her sister, fighting and screaming as futitly as she could till her arm started bleeding once more. The Captain looked at the crewmen holding her and said, "Take her to the infirmary and patch her up!"

Tara screamed and struggled as the large man did what was demanded of him and tore her away from her sister! Once she was away, her screams became pleads and begs, offers and proposals for her freedom and her sisters!

By the time she made it to the infirmary however, she had lost enough blood to have slipped into unconsciousness. The crewmen carried her to the bed where the doc examined her arm, sutured it, and then gave her an IV, then started a blood transfusion. Tara was O positive, which was fortunate because he had extra blood of that kind in stock.

A few minutes later, Sara was brought down to the infirmary as well and the doc blinked. Twins? When did they get twins on the ship and twins as good looking as these two? He examined her and found she had a nasty bump on the back of her head!

He started an IV on her and hit her with a dose of morphine and checked her vitals. Carter walked into the infirmary with Captain Del Rio and said, "How are they doc?"

"We nearly lost her..." he said pointing to Tara... "she was nearly dry of blood when she got here. I have transfused two pints of blood into her and looking like I will need a third. Which means if you want to keep blood in stock, I will need every crewmen on this ship needs to donate."

Carter walked to Sara and ran his hand along the side of her face and said, "This one is a fire cracker. I want you to restrain them both. I am not too worried about that puny one over there but this one... she broke someone's nose."

"What? whose?" The Doc said and spotted a crewmen walking into the room with a swollen and bloody nose. He looked at Sara and said, "She did that?"

"She killed Sanchez... broke his neck." Captain Del Rio said.

The doctor said nothing more as he quickly examined the broken nose and said, "You will live."

He turned to the beds that the women were on and pulled out two sets of medical restraints and secured their wrists and ankles to the side railings of the medical bed. He pulled out chest straps as well as leg straps to ensure neither woman got out of the bed. Finally, their heads were secured with a straps.

The Captain said, "Listen. These two women are property of this man. They are going to be off-loaded in 3 days onto another ship for transport. Under no circumstances will either of these women be allowed to get up or move. Do you understand?"

The doc looked at both of the women... then back to Carter... then the Captain and said, "You pay the bills. I work for you boss..."

 

[sallythescorpian]

Sorry, double post!

 

[sallythescorpian]

Sara awoke, that first split second of awareness, taken aback by the strange surrounding, and then, an instant later, realisation hit her, and it all came rushing back. Oh dear God! NO!!! She couldn't do this again!

She quickly ascertained her own physical state. Her right fist and wrist hurt like a bitch, and her arms felt bruised, and her cheek, oh God her cheek hurt like Hell. She reached for it, to touch it tentatively, to see how bad she was hurt, but she couldn't move! She was strapped down to the bed!!

She looked up, she was on a drip, and she looked to the side of the covers, and saw that a catheter was draining her bladder. Jesus! How long had she lain here?? Terrified, and struggling to keep a clear head, she looked about, and saw Tara strapped into a bed close by.

She wriggled and, after some effort, she managed to get her left leg out of the velcro tie holding her down. She used the toes of her left foot and, after a little work, undid the velcro on her right leg. Now for the rest! She wriggled her pelvis, and sucked in her stomach, hollowing it, and she managed to wriggle up so that the tie moved from her midrift to her hips. She lifted both legs, crossing them, so that she was in the Lotus position, but on her back, and she managed to hook the velcro edge of the tie at her middle, and open it.

She swung her feet back up over her head, and pushed the tie that held her forehead down, off quite easily. That just left her wrists. She thought for a moment, then wriggled down the bed, and swung both feet up high above her head. It took much longer than she had imagined it would, and all the time her heart hammered as she waited to be discovered, but finally, she got one hand free! When she looked at it, she gasped, she had torn the drip from the back of her hand, leaving her hand bleeding quite badly. She quickly undid the other hand, and then gingerly removed the urinary catheter and got out of bed. She went to Tara, and freed her, trying to wake her, finding her dopey.

She searched, and found a couple of pairs of scrubs, and she pulled them onto herself, and onto her sister.

"Tara! For the love of God girl, get it together! we need to escape, to get out of here!!"

 

[Powerdog16]

When the doc returned from his short lunch break, he realized the women were in fact gone and immediately went to the onboard alarm and hit it! How in the hell did they escape? He looked at the one known as Sara's bed and saw a greater than normal amount of blood.

{{She tore out her own IV... impressive...}} The doc said as he remained at his post.

"What happened?" Del Rio said from the comm.

"The women got away!" The doc said calmly.

"Shit!" Del Rio barked as he killed the comm and issued orders to send armed crewmen to the emergency rafts and radio relay stations to keep an eye out. Each guard was armed with a M-16 and a dart gun, loaded with darts that would inject the victim with enough sedative to knock out an elephant.

Carter was the lucky one to spot the ladies first though! Both of them raced through one of hte corridors and he grabbed his radio, "FOUND THEM!!! DECK 3 SECTION 17!!!"

He knew the women spotted him too as he removed his dart gun and took aim and fired!!! It missed!

He watched them race away... only to smile as Tara stumbled! She seemed so doped up still! It was enough for him as he loaded a second dart and took aim again! He saw Sara look up at him and knew he was aiming at Tara with a handgun of some kind!

He fired as she leapt in the way! The dart hit her in the shoulder and instantly sunk it's contents into her!!!

He watched her tear it out as he loaded up a third dart! Tara saw what happened and she got her second wind! "Sis!!! Come on!!!" She could see her fading fast as she wrapped her arm around her and dragged her as much as she could down the path!

She only yelped when she felt a dart hit her own ass!!! She reached back and tore it out!!! She said, "I am sorry... sis!!! So... Sorr... sorry..."

She glanced to Sara and saw she was already out... and Tara fell to her knees... looking up as two guards walked towards them from directly ahead. "Nooooooooooo" Tara fell unconscious...

Tara woke up a several hours later... and was terrified at what was happening!!! She was alone, she had spreader bars on her arms and ankles, thick metal shackles with locks secured both wrists and ankles as well! She was still in her scrubs, but that was only a formality!!!

She looked around and realized something else horribly. Sara was gone! She could see she was alone in a large empty room. A camera was pointed down at her from the corner. She looked around and saw nothing else... literally... no doors, no windows, no furniture... nothing, but a round metal wall, metal floors and metal ceilings...

She yelled, "HELP!!!!!! HELP ME!!!! PLEASE!!!!!" She struggled with the shackles but of course she could not get out of them!!!

 

[sallythescorpian]

They'd been so close, so fucking close! Sara cried as she felt the dart pierce her skin, and although she yanked it out immediately, it was too late, and blackness quickly engulfed her as quickly as despair swept over her.

She awoke some time later, tied, spread-eagled onto ringbolts secured into the floor and into the ceiling. She was blindfolded, and she struggled, rubbing her head against her shoulder, trying to dislodge the blindfold. She called out, thinking Tara might be nearby, but there was no reply.

Finally, she managed to work the blindfold off, and she gasped for she was in total and utter darkness. No light marked an emergency exit, no red dot glowed on anything electrical, and then she began aware of the white noise, like a television off channel. She screamed. This was torture, and she couldn't stand it! She couldn't move, her limbs were stretched, and she felt helpless. She felt defeated, and, for the first time since she was captured, she began to cry.

It took what seemed like hours,

 

[Powerdog16]

Carter opened the chamber door and lifted it up, securing it in place. He glanced down at the ladder which he climbed down into the chamber that Sara was in. Her back was turned to the ladder as he had planned.

The hatch at the top of the ladder stayed open, providing a little light into the other dark room. He dropped the last three rungs of the ladder landing on the steel with a echo that reverbrated through the otherwise hollow room. He walked towards Sara who was trying to look behind her to see what was going on, when Carter reached over her head and pulled on a thin chain.

A hot spotlight shone down on her, encompassing her skin with an almost angellic light. He had told them to keep her clothed but ensure she didn't move. Carter walked around Sara and said, "Hello. I am Carter. I know you don't remember me... but I remember you..."

He smiled as he let his hands move along her body smiling widely as she tried futilily to break out of the binds. He said, "It is pointless to struggle. Whatever magic trick you did in the infirmary won't be repeated here. You see... you and your sister are in massive liquid tanks... you know... oil, water, liquid nitrogen... You are each in seperate tanks on the opposite sides of the ship. And you should know that if you try anything ... anything at all to escape, well... the tanks fill up very quickly... in under 2 minutes. It would take you 10 minutes just to get to where she is even if you knew where she was..."

He felt Sara's fight falter. He said, "There... you see. Problem solved." He wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "Now... there is one last thing I need to check to ensure you are who you are."

He walked to her left side and slipped the scrub elastic band around her waist down ... and he smiled. Right here he had left it... was a brand. The brand had four letters on it. SLUT. It was exactly where Cookie had told him to put it.

Carter said, "There it is. You see... I knew it was you. You and your sister both."

He slid the waistband back up and walked back in front of her. He said, "There is someone who has a great interest in ... acquiring you and your sister. You see. Blackheart and Cookie both died on that ship..."

He saw her eyes widen slightly at the reference. He smiled at her and said, "Oh yes, I was the one that branded your ass... I was the one that shaved your head and pierced your nipples... you remember me now?" He grabbed her throat and then released and slapped her face!

He said, "You see... blackheart's death was taken... well... poorly amongst his family ... particularly his twin brother. A man you will come to know as Darkheart. Oh he has offered a huge bounty for the two of you... enough to buy off the crew of this ship that is for sure."

Carter reached to his pocket, pulled out a ball gag and shoved it into her mouth, then strapped it around her head. Carter then turned and walked back to the ladder and said, "There was one stipulation. You were to remain untouched. Your sister on the other hand... was free for all... just like before."

He heard her scream out through the gag as he moved up the ladder to the upper deck. He said, "I am going to pay a little visit to your sister. Talk to you later..." He closed the hatch and sealed it.

 

[sallythescorpian]

The loud noise echoed around the metalic sounding room, and Sara jolted awake. She was fighting the horrible claustrophobic feeling she was experiencing, and the shard of light illuminating her accommodations did nothing to lessen her anxiety.

She was in a bulk tank, like something on an oil tanker!! She sucked in air, consciously regulating her breathing in an effort to calm herself, as her captor walked in front of her.

She recognised him as one of the crew from the vessel she had chartered.

"Hello. I am Carter. I know you don't remember me... but I remember you..."

Why was he doing this?? What had she ever done to him?? His smile send shivers down her spine, and not in a good way - he made her skin crawl. She began to struggle as he began to paw her!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooo!! Please no!!"

"It is pointless to struggle. Whatever magic trick you did in the infirmary won't be repeated here. You see... you and your sister are in massive liquid tanks... ......."

Sara felt her blood run cold as he told her how quickly he could snuff the light of existence from her sister. Instantly she stood still. Poor Tara, she still hadn't gotten it together since the ill fated yacht trip all those years ago! She wouldn't be able to cope!!

"Now... there is one last thing I need to check to ensure you are who you are."

He found the brand, that awful disfiguring, humiliating and constant reminder of what had happened, of what she had become. She had spoken to several surgeons about removing it, but it was deep, and she was slim, and there was insufficient tissue remaining for her to have it cut away.

" I knew it was you. You and your sister both."

To her relief he tugged the waistband of her pants back up, and she exhaled a breath she hadn't even realised she was holding.

Suddenly she began to recall ..... well, perhaps not him, but a feeling she had met him before, years before.... and it was bad, real bad.

"Oh yes, I was the one that branded your ass... I was the one that shaved your head and pierced your nipples... you remember me now?"

She screamed, but it was aborted as he grabbed her throat, cutting off her air! She struggled, trying desperately to breathe, and then finally he released her and slapped her hard across the face, sending her head flying around!! Her face stung, and her eyes watered.

"You see... Blackheart's death was taken... well... poorly amongst his family ... particularly his twin brother. A man you will come to know as Darkheart. Oh he has offered a huge bounty for the two of you... enough to buy off the crew of this ship that is for sure."

"NOooooooooo!!!"

This was NOT happening. Not again!! It was her worst nightmare come home to roost, and despite her efforts to keep her composure, her lip began to quiver, and to her shame, she began to cry.

"No, don't please dont!! I cant go through that! I'll pay! My father, he's very wealthy! He'll pay a ransom for me and Tara. Call him, he'll top this Darkheart's offer! Please!!!!!"

He smiled, a cruel and twisted smile, and cut off her ability to speak, by putting the bag in her mouth!

"There was one stipulation. You were to remain untouched. Your sister on the other hand... was free for all... just like before."


She screamed, and passed out, mercifully slipping into unconsciousness, but ti was far from peaceful! Her dreams were distrubed by memories of her time with Blackheart, memories she had, on many levels repressed.

She awoke some time later, still in total darkness, sealed in this.. this tomb, which at any moment, could be flooded. If the ship was sinking, no one would think to come and rescue her!! She'd go to a watery grave!!

Her claustrophobia flared up, and she gave way to hysteria, screaming until she was hoarse into the gag.

She couldn't survive this again! She had been stripped down to an almost feral state before, and had only just managed to cling to her sanity, and claw her way back! And the worst of it was that deep down, deep inside her, Sara feared that she was that slut, that slave that Blackheart had made her, and she didn't hate him as she should, because at times she had fancied herself to be in love with him. Consciously, and in therapy, she had worked out that it was solely Stockholm syndrome, but there was a tiny part of her brain that disputed that, a tiny part thought of the times she had spent with the pirate, alone in his cabin, and she had loved and trusted him, felt closer to him, than to any man, before, or since.

She needed to think of Tara, of what she was enduring, as the crew of the ship made free with her. Sara knew she needed to keep her head, to think of a way out of this, or at least, to come up with a strategy to survive.

She was a survivor! She had endured the unimaginable before, and she had come through. She would not let them destroy her, she would fight them to the end!

 

[Powerdog16]

It was 12 more hours before the hatch was reopened with hatch. Carter climbed back down the ladder, along with 3 other men. Two of the men carried animal control poles, which were about 8 foot long with a steel cable hoop on the end of it. Carter walked towards her, turned the spotlight back on and then slapped her awake!!!

He said, "Wakee wakee... How are you feeling? Pretty good? Got some sleep I see. Good... you will need it." He reached up and wiped the tears from her eyes as he said, "Ahh... now... don't cry. Your life won't be all that bad... as a concubine.

Carter smiled and said, "So let me remind you that anything you do stupid, your sister will pay for. Do you understand?"

Her face was wet as she nodded. He watched as the two animal control hoops slid over her neck and tightened down. Carter unfastened both of her legs from the ringlets and slide a 18 inch chain between her metal shackles, limiting her movement. He then removed her wrists from the ringlets and fastened them in front of her with a short chain as well. Both of the guards with the hoops pulled her hard towards the ladder.

One guard went up, holding the hoop and pulled her up the ladder which she struggled with in her binds. Once she was on the upper deck, she was led like a rabid dog to the upper deck of the ship.

She was moved towards the railing of the ship and was met by two rather muscular darker skinned men. They said, "We will take her now..."

Carter smiled and said, "Hey... I am going with you... not going to miss this chance. Dark said it was good."

"Fine." as one of them said, "Your sister is already onboard our ship and safely tucked away. You do anything stupid... anything at all, and she will suffer ten fold."

He watched her nod and she was put onto the ladder which dropped a good 100 feet down to the deck of the SS DarkMark. It was this ship that would Sara's new home...

 

[sallythescorpian]

Sara struggled up the ladder out of the bulk tank, and out into the air. She threw back her head, and gulped in clean, fresh air, taking it deep into her lungs, relieved to leave the confines of the tank. She blinked, suddenly blinded by the light, despite the fact that the day itself was grey and murky, which matched her mood perfectly.

She walked to the ship's side, steered and directed by periodic tugs on the the tight noose around her neck. A part of her just wanted to throw herself over the side, knowing that if the animal control poles didn't actually snap her neck, the fall of forty feet into the water would most likely end if for her. But what about Tara? She could not abandon her sister to some horrid fate, and what about her boys?? She prayed to God that they were safe, that there had been a ruse from the start about them being on board any vessel.

Although she knew her strength would come again, for now, she felt as though all the fight was gone out of her. She was drained, physically and mentally, and her mouth was parched. It was almost thirty hours since she had had any fluids, and she was feeling weak and listless as a result.

She struggled even more to climb down the ladder on the big ship's side, finally completing the task, landing on the deck of the smaller vessel. It was a very large, and very luxurious yacht, and a horrible sense of deja vu assaulted her, as she remembered being taken at gun point from a luxury yacht, not too dissimilar from this.

"Your sister is already onboard our ship and safely tucked away. You do anything stupid... anything at all, and she will suffer ten fold."

She knew that. Tara would be the stick with which they would beat her, metaphorically speaking. She was led below deck, and down a narrow corridor. Carter was gleeful, clearly well pleased with his ingenuity. The other men said little and nothing, but she felt their eyes on her, their lust obvious, and she cringed.

Under other circumstances, she might have been impressed with the decor of the yacht, which would have been quite at home moored in Gibralta or Monaco. It screamed money, polished walnut, and ivory leather were everywhere. What interested her most though, were the small domes on the top of the bridge, which housed the latest KVH mini-VSAT and Inmarsat Fleet Broadband - giving it wide ranging communication abilities. If she could only get to it, to telephone, email anything in order to get out a cry for help!

She was counting the number of paces from one area of the yacht to another, and committing them to memory. Being able to find her way in pitch darkness, might be something that would save her!

She was led into what was clearly the master cabin, set in the stern, with a line of portholes looking back out on the sea. She looked around, half expecting to see Blackheart's twin ( who in her mind's eye looked identical to Blackheart who had died almost sixteen years previously).

She was allowed a moment of privacy to use the en-suite bathroom, and having done so, she washed her hands, splashed water on her face, and then cupped her hands and drank from the tap, not particularly caring if the water was ideal for consumption. She was parched, and needed a drink.

Her immediate thoughts had been to make an escape, but she couldn't do so without Tara, besides the tiny porthole window, hinged in the centre, and the open area was too small from which to escape. Dejected, and deflated, she returned to the cabin, and was tied hand and foot once more!

 

[Powerdog16]

The yacht released from the undaunted and raced away... long before anyone had time to get any second thoughts. It would be a long smooth calm journey across the Gulf of Mexico for nearly 12 hours before anything happened at all...

The only time the ship ran into any kind of trouble at all was when a Coast Guard Cutter appeared on the horizon and turned towards an intercept course. The Captain of the vessel, Neil Magnus, said, "Don't run... it would make us look guilty. Let them intercept us. Carter, go down and convince Sara to play nice..."

Carter nodded and did as he was instructed. He opened the cabin door, stepped inside and then closed it... but didn't lock it. The ship was clearly visible from the porthole and he knew Sara would probably be feeling hope ten fold at this point. He said, "Think your troubles are over, do you?"

She looked at him through her binds and nodded. She was angry and ready to fight. If only she could get out of the binds. He said, "It is a pity."

He walked towards her and laid down next to her, feeling her recoil as he pulled his knife out. He sliced through her scrub top and then her bottom... finally her panties! He could see terror in her eyes. She was about to get it... now that the plot was quickly coming to an end.

Carter leaned into her ear and said, "you and I are going to ge one happy couple about to get it on... do you understand?" He ran his fingers down her frame and felt her cringe. He watched her shake her head and he said, "Oh yes... you are... because your sister's life depends on it. You see... the coast guard is going to come on board in a few minutes and they are going to inspect the ship. When they get to this cabin... they are going to find us laying in bed a nice happy little couple. You are going to tell them all is well... and they are going to move on."

She could see her trying to calculate a plan. He slapped her face and said, "Because if you don't do exactly what you are told, Tara is going to die in the most agonizing way possible. You see... Tara is indisposed at the moment... and if I don't contact the people watching her within the next hour, they are going to make her life a living hell just before killing her."

He smiled and leaned in and said, "And if you think she is going to be found during the inspection... you are quite wrong. You see... she is not on this ship..."

He could see her plan quickly unravelling... he smiled and said, "Figured it out yet... do what we say to the letter... or she dies..."

Carter watched her finally start to cry and nod... He then moved to her gag and removed it. He slid under the covers with her and pulled her head onto his chest. He said, "Don't despair Sara... trust me... you will get to join her soon enough... just be a good little girl and everything will work out."

It was 10 minutes, the siren announcing new arrivals came from the ship... and 10 minutes after that... two young men, both in Coast Guard uniforms knocked on the door. Carter turned and kissed Sara softly as they opened the door and 'disturbed them' The men assessed the situation and said, "Sorry... we umm... "

Carter looked at the men, pulling the sheets up on them to hide the ropes and said, "Can I help you two? This is not a peep show you know..."

One of the men, a tall thick bruiser of a coast guardsman looked at Sara, "You okay miss?"

 

[sallythescorpian]

The flickering flame of hope in Sara, swelled and grew into full blown optimism. When she lifted her head she could see it, the US Coast Guard! She was saved!! Her mayday call had worked. She was saved!! Relief flooded her until Carter appeared, and crushed her hopes.

She listened to him, searching his face, to see if he was telling the truth. Was Tara really on another yacht?? She thought back - she hadn't seen her since she had been recaptured during her abortive escape attempt.

Dare she risk her sisters life??? Could she NOT take this chance??

The coastguards knocked, and came into what appeared to be Mr and Mrs Happy, about to get it on! The men reddened, and Carter's sharp remark about a peep show made the younger man withdraw, embarrassed, but the older one eyed her and decided he needed to check that she was here willingly.

"You okay miss?"

"Yes, I'm fine, thank you!"

Sara spoke, with a measured voice, but using her eyes, she tried her best to alert him to the fact that something was very very wrong! She signalled with her eyes, knowing that laying as she was, her head turned, that Carter couldn't see her eyes. She smiled, knowing that he could see that, and she didn't want to give him any reason to harm Tara.

 

[Powerdog16]

The Coast Guard crewmen did, in fact, see the duress of her eyes. He glanced to his partner and they exchanged eye looks as well. His partner said, "I think the two of you need to come with us... If you will get dressed..."

Carter felt his heart begin to race... had Sara passed some signal to her? He thought fast and said, "Well... officer... see there is going to be a problem with that."

He could see both of them tense up as Carter slowly revealed one of his hands. He grabbed the sheet and tore it off of them. While he was dressed, she was naked and tied up tightly. Her face went bright red as the military crewmen turned their eyes.

Carter said, "Yes... sorry... she is a masochist... she gets her rocks off with pain... like this..." He took her hardened right nipple and clamped down tightly on it! She winced and recoiled... but then she let a moan out as well...

"Sir..." the other crewmen said, "You can cover her up..." He realized that her look was nothing more than the pain he was teasing her with and nothing more nefarious. He said, "We don't need to worry about it..."

The tall black man turned his eyes back towards her and could see something was really wrong in her eyes... but his boss had given the clear. He reached into his wallet and pulled out a card and said, "If you need to talk miss... here is my number..."

"HEY!" Carter said sliding out of the bed, leaving her fully exposed to those three men, "She is my pet... I won't be pimping her out anytime soon... you hear me..."

Carter took his card and handed it back to him. The crewmen glanced once more at the shamed woman and said, "Take care... miss..."

When they both left the room, Carter closed the door, leaving her alone with this madman. He walked to the closet and said, "You tried to tip them off... didn't you?" He pulled out ring gag and said, "I think it is time you pay me back for it..."

He sat down and forced it into her mouth, wedging her jaw open and strapped it down. He then looked down at her and said, "You remember what I said about your sister... well... you had better make this worth it... or I will make sure she gets it ten times worse..."

He reached down, grabbed her by her hair and forced her to her knees in front of him... he looked down at her as she looked at him, tears pouring from her eyes. He said, "Start sucking whore..." HE opened his fly and revealed his massive cock...

 

[sallythescorpian]

"I think the two of you need to come with us... If you will get dressed..."

Relief flooded Sara. They were saved!! She exhaled, breathing deeply, her chest rising and falling, and then, suddenly she found herself bared to all. Instantly, she went crimson, her face heating with embarrassment.

There was a little back and forth between Carter and the Coast Guards, and, to her horror, they bought his story, leaving her at his mercy.

Their ship hadn't even left the area when Carter pulled out a ring gag, something Sara had not come across in years, but she instantly recalled how helpless it had made her feel, when Blackheart had used one on her.

Carter had it strapped firmly in place, and was straddling her chest in no time, threading his cock through the ring, and, without further preamble, he thrust deep, driving his cock deep into her mouth, making her gag and choke.

She coughed and spluttered as he pulled out, gasping for breath, only to find her throat stuffed full once more. Distant memory kicked in, and she managed to relax her throat, suppressing her gag reflex enough to work his cock.

She remembered that the ring gag made her jaws ache, and she knew the only way she would have any relief would be to get him to cum.

She wasn't that good a blow jobs, she preferred sex, and she had been very uncomfortable with feeling anything other than in total control, especially years ago, when she had first met Scott, and she was still psychologically bruised from her abduction and enforced slavery. Consequently, she was not keen on blowjobs, something that made her feel subjugated, so Scott rarely got them, other than the occasional 69, when they lay side by side.

She tried to recall what she should do to get him to hurry up and cum! Wearing the ring gag, and being restrained prevented her from doing the things she normally would to expedite things, and she realised, with horror, just how much she was in his power.

 

[Powerdog16]

Carter was brutal... that was about all one could say about him. He had his thick member shoved down Sara's throat, forcing gags and tears and agonizing muffled cries from Sara!!! He didn't give a shit at that point about how she felt or what she felt. All that mattered was punishing her. He pulled back from her a few moments, only to force her to her ass... sitting on the bed as he drove back into her... fucking her face almost as brutally as he had Tara earlier today!

With each horrible thrust, he watched her struggling to gain any kind of control over herself or him. He would bark at her, "More tongue! Tighten those lips!! Suck damn you!!! More tongue!!!" over and over he chastised her for her oral skills till he finally felt something that was worth the honor of release!

Finally he felt his own cock swelling up inside Sara and as a last stab into her stamped out pride, he shoved his cock as far into her mouth as he could and shot his sticky hot load down her throat!!! He watched her for a moment try to not swallow the seed... but quickly surrender and drink all he had to give her!!!

Once he was done with her, he threw her on the bed and climbed off, zipping up. He walked to the porthole and watched as the Coast Guard cutter began to pull away from the yacht. He turned, walked to Sara and said, "There was your last hope of escaping slut... It is too bad you couldn't have called my bluff... I am sure that they left out before they went into the hull... and found Tara..."

He laughed at her as she began to cry again.. and he turned and looked at the iron ring hanging from the ceiling. He picked up a chain linked it... then grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet under the chain. He wrapped it around the ropes tied at her elbows and secured her so she had to stand on the balls of her feet in order to gain any relief. He left the ring gag in and said, "Bet this feels pretty good... huh?" He smiled and walked over to the table and pulled up another demonic toy... a black hitachi. He walked to her, wedge it into the ropes at her knees then secured it so the bulb pressed into her pussy... then strapped it in place with a belt at her hips. He plugged it in and turned it on.

He turned and walked to the door and said, "See you in a few hours... slut..." He left her to her temporary fate...

 

[sallythescorpian]

Sara was suffocating on his thick meat, barely able to suck in a breath when he pulled back into her mouth. The excess saliva was making her choke on her own spit, and his cock in her throat was making her gag. She was doing her damnedest to relax her throat, to make it easier on herself, but Carter was giving her no opportunity to adjust, he was just fucking her face with the same violence, and lack of care that she imagined he would fuck her pussy.

Just hold in there! You will be rescued. You're a survivor, you can pull through this.

Sara was doing her best to cling to some positive thinking. She needed to keep herself together, so that she would be ready for any opportunity when it arose. If she gave up, she was finished!

"It is too bad you couldn't have called my bluff... I am sure that they left out before they went into the hull... and found Tara..."

Carter's voice sent a wave of horrified disbelief and dismay through her. NO!! NO!! Was he fucking with her mind, of was he telling the truth??? In either case, the seed of doubt was now sown, and Sara all but collapsed in on herself. If she had only told the Coastguards, she and Tara would have been on their way home now!!

She felt the tears well in her eyes, and fought to prevent them from spilling over, managing to stop herself only because she knew it would add to Carter's pleasure, to see her so broken. But she was broken. The thought that she had spoiled what was realistically the best, if not the only, chance for her and Tara to escape made her feel ill.

He came, forcing her to drink down copious amounts of his cum, before he pulled out, leaving her choking, laughing as he zipped up. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she was taken by surprise when he yanked her up, tying her to a bolt in the ceiling, and then attaching that damned hitatchi to her pussy, driving her wild. She hated that he could to anything to make her body react in a way that she thought of as good.

"See you in a few hours... slut..."

At least he was going. No sooner had the door shut, than Sara collapsed into floods of tears, crying hard, and hating that she might have worsened things for her and poor Tara, by believing Carter. She hadn't dared take the chance, and her cowardice had condemned them to the horrors ahead. As miserable as she was, that cursed wand was vibrating away against her pussy, pressed hard against her clit, and despite her resistance, she soon felt her body give into the inevitable response, and with a muffled moan, she came.

There was no let down, no opportunity to recover, and the wand continued to stimulate her overly stimulated clit, in a way that was almost painful, but in no time she convulsed once more, the hitatchi eliciting the intended response from her body.

On and on it went, seemingly unending, and soon Sara hung limp in her bindings, unable to remain on the balls of her feet, her arms taking terrible pressure from supporting her body weight, her body sheened in sweat, no longer able to fight the stimulation, she was simply going from one orgasm to the next, one indistinguishable from the last, until they rolled in together.

 

[Powerdog16]

The rest of the journey was uneventful... the remaining 3 hours of it. Carter spent his time sunning on the boat while Sara spent her time in the cabin turning into a whore that she was... and Tara spent her time in a cage cell meeting the same fate. He had promised that Sara would not be touched and so far, other than her mouth, she had not been... he didn't actually touch her when he put the hitachi on her afterall.

Finally, the ship pulled up into a harbor and Carter said, "Okay boys... time to unload our cargo... dress them up..."

Carter jumped onto the deck and tied off the ship to the moorings before turning to meet with four men. All of them wore suits and ties, carried ear pieces with coiled cables tucked inside their patent jackets. Their mirrored sunglasses matched the look which meant only one thing... mafia... or something similar to it.

Carter said, "Boys... how are you!"

"Did you get the packages?" one of them said.

"OF course I did... they are being brought out as we speak... and boy are they feisty ones... particularly that Sara girl..." Carter said.

He smiled as he heard both Tara and Sara being brought out on deck. Both looked like they had been through hell and each of them wore the slinkiest little black skirt, tube top, and flip flop shoes. They each had steel yoke on their necks and wrists, keeping their wrists about 6 inches on either side of their heads and steel threaded leashes connected to both. As a final touch, they both had leg chains on with an 24 inch spread... and ball gags in their mouths.

The guard looked at Carter and said, "They look like they went through hell..."

"Well... That one has been... she was a freebie but that one there..." he pointed to Sara, "She is still clean and ready for Darkheart..."

The lead guard walked towards the two women, looking them by their leashes and then led them down the harbor. He paused only a moment before he glanced at one of his guards. He pulled them away from the scene and as they reached dry land, there was the sound of screams and yells, followed by the familiar sound of a silenced pistol and then silence. Neither girl was able to look back at the scene as they were led inside...

The boat and the corpses of Carter and his crew were taken out to the middle of the gulf and sunk...

 

[sallythescorpian]

They were slowing. Sara could hear the difference in the engines, as they reduced power. She prayed that it was another coast guard, come to rescue them! But then the cabin opened, and a man with short dark hair entered, wearing dark glasses, and a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes. It was only from the back of his head that she could see his hair.

He changed out the ball gag, and when he removed the first one from her mouth, Sara began to beg and plead, but it fell on deaf ears. She clamped her mouth shut, refusing to allow him to put in another ball gag, but he pinched her nipple cruelly, and when she opened her mouth to scream, he rammed the gag in, and quickly secured it in place.

A tiny skirt was pulled onto her, and a boob tube top, before her legs were shackled, and her head and hands put into a steel yoke. She fought as much as she could, but she was exhausted from lack of sleep, and from the numerous orgasms she had had, courtesy of the hitachi! When she was ready, he wiped the trailing juices from her inner thighs, and passed a crude comment, which she chose to ignore.

Finally, with as much dignity as she could muster, she went on deck, and down the gangplank, onto the shore. Her heart sank when she saw Tara, dressed identically to her, and looking much the worse for wear. She had been on board! If only she had alerted the coast guard, and not played into Carter's hands, they could both have been free. This was all her fault! Poor Tara!!

The men that met them looked like mafia goons, and her heart sank, as she imagined what might be in front of her. With an act of pure determination, she pushed those thoughts aside. She would need to tackle each and every obstacle as she met them. It was pointless to expend energy worrying about what might be, she needed to focus on what was!

They had only gone a little way when she heard the shouting, the shots and the screaming from the ship, and she was both glad that Carter had gone to meet his maker, and terrified at the cavalier way these men took human life! With Carter gone, so was the hope that the Coast Guard might somehow link them, and find them.

They were led along a long path, the flip flops difficult to walk in with the shackles on her legs. She was sure there would be a car.. but they must have walked over three miles before they were led to a couple of jeeps. She was put into the back of one, and Tara into the back of the other, and their yokes were secured onto the open chassis of the vehicles. They drove for hours, much of it across rough ground, and it must have been eight or nine hours later, when she jolted awake, and found that they were pulling up in front of a massive set of gate.

The guard came out, and checked their ID before opening the gates, and allowing them to enter. The driveway was long, and winding, and it took almost twenty minutes before they pulled up in front of the steps of a massive plantation house.

While she and Tara were being unloaded, three men came down the steps. Sara turned and gasped. It was him! Blackheart!! The man who had filled her nightmares, and her dreams! She would know him anywhere!!

Her heart almost stopped, and she heard a cry, and a thud, and she knew, without looking, that poor Tara had fainted at the sight of him. A little older, certainly, but it was the face she knew so well. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and her nostrils flared as she sucked in a deep breath.

"Ah, the Anderson twins! How I have longed for this moment! Allow me to introduce myself.... I am Darkheart! My brother was most entertained by you two!"

 

[Powerdog16]

"Ah, the Anderson twins! How I have longed for this moment! Allow me to introduce myself.... I am Darkheart! My brother was most entertained by you two!" cried out the man at the top of the stairs as he looked at the two jeeps that pulled up with his two prizes.

Slowly, he stepped down the front steps of his massive brick, stone, and morter villa estate which was nestled deeply in the central American continent surrounded by hundreds of acreas of fields which were there to raise the illustrious cocoa leaves... Darkbeard, like his dead twin brother, sported a thick blackbeard which ran half down down his chest and was bound with a rubber band at the bottom. His hair likewise was long and salt and peppery in color running into a pony tail and stopped about mid shoulder. His dark complexion and rugged face complete with a scar running along his neck completed his look. He sported, unlike his brother however, a white three piece suit that seemed to have been woven out of spider's silk based on the sheen off the fabric.

He stepped down to the jeep that held Tara, who had passed out as she recognized him. She had fallen limp in the yoke and he looked at his men and said, "This one... get her awake... NOW... She won't miss a moment of what is coming to her!"

As he turned towards Sara, one of the guards said, "Carter told us she was a fighter... taken self defense courses and all that."

Darkheart smiled and said, "As I would have expected..." He walked around her, letting his hands examine her body though she tried to pull away... He lifted the mini-skirt and found the mark on her ass and smiled, "It IS you..."

One of the guards walked towards Tara with a bucket of water and threw it at her... drenching her body with the cold and caused her to scream herself awake! Darkheart said, "Ahhh... music to my ears..."

He turned his attention to an older woman in her upper 50's and smiled. He said, "Thank you... mother."

She climbed down the stairs and walked towards Sara and Tara as they both looked in in terror and said, "Get them off the jeeps and take them to the quarters in the back." She turned and looked up at Sara and said, "A mother will value their sons over all else in this world... and punish those who cause pain and suffering to those sons. You two ... killed Blackheart all those years ago... and there is something you should know... a mother NEVER forgets... Now get these whores out of here..."

The guards pulled them off the jeeps, linked a chain between the two yokes and then using a cattle prod, zapped both in the ass leading them to the slave quarters around back... for preparation...

 

[sallythescorpian]

They were led into the house.... through the house, and out the back door, and into a building that looked like an old stable block. Sara's head was whirlling. Darkheart was mad as a hatter!! That was crystal clear.

His mother was hell bent on revenge, and clearly blamed her and Tara for all her woes! She was in serious trouble here, and she was a nervous wreck.

The interior of the stable block was different to what the exterior had suggested. There were several small rooms there, with a caged front, and she and Tara were locked into two adjacent cells. It was sparse, to say the least, and they had little more than a bed, and and a bare bulb providing light.

The door locked, and she was breathing hard, trying to control her panic.

She turned to Tara.

"Are you okay?? What happened on the ship?"

Tara was crying hard, and gasping for breath, a picture of utter misery.

She curled up into a ball, as best she could, the yoke preventing her from doing much.

 

[Powerdog16]

Tara could only just barely hear her sister saying words to her as she remained curled up as best she could...

"he's dead... he's dead... he's dead... sawhimdiesawhimdie..." she whispered over and over again, ignoring any and all of her sister's inquiries... Tara's face was numb... no tears, no anger, no fear, nothing... if anything she looked completely absent and null of all emotion... null of everything... her eyes were unfocused...

After 2 hours, Darkwater's mom walked into the room... with four guards and two women dressed in thin red bikini's, collars, and a definite downcast look of a woman of submission. The mother walked over towards Tara, glaring down at her a moment in disgust, then turned her attention towards Sara... "So you are the one are you?"

As Sara went to speak, the mother barked, "SHUT UP! I didn't say you could speak whore!!" She had a vile and anger filled in her eyes! It was obvious that the death of her boy had been festering in her for years and nothing that would be said would fix it.

The guards opened Sara's cage and the guards went into the cell... grabbing Sara by the yoke and pushing her on her cuffes ankles into the main open chamber of the place, which was lined with tile, with a drain in the middle, a toilet, shower stall, various locations with built in mirrors, etc...

A pair of chains were dropped down in the center of the room... and connected to either side of the yoke. The mother said, "Spread her..."

The guards grabbed her ankles... then slipped a 4 foot wide spreader bar between her legs, locking her cuffs to them. The bar was also connected to a clasp on the ground. The mother looked at Sara, grabbed her hair hard and said, "I am going to make your life a living hell... but not until my son gets his chance with you..."

 

[sallythescorpian]

Sara tried repeatedly to get a reaction from Tara, but to no avail.

Who was dead? Whose death had upset her so? Surely not the pirates? Sara could see no reason why she would be worried about that!

Try as she might, however, Tara had simply zoned out, and nothing was bringing her back to reality unless she wanted it.

Blackheart's mother was terrifying, and seemed to focus her impotent fury for hr son's death firmly at Sara's door!

"Spread her..."

Sara quickly found herself tied hand and foot, and stretched wide, as every inch of her was subjected to attention.

The guards quickly complied with the order, and grabbed her ankles... pulling them wide apart, a 4 foot wide spreader bar between her legs, locking her cuffs to them. The bar was also connected to a clasp on the ground.

"I am going to make your life a living hell... but not until my son gets his chance with you..."

Sara was more terrified than she could ever imagine. The woman was deranged, and intent on hurting Sara as much as possible.

Sara was doing her damnedest to keep her calm, panic would only make things worse. Clearly her only hope of survival was to thoroughly enamour Darkheart, to try to make him fall for her, and the thought of doing that made her skin crawl!

 

[Powerdog16]

The crazy mother grabbed the slaves and said, "Strip this whore... wash her down thoroughly and then shave every inch of her body... Any hair that is left on her body when I get inspected will get her a lash and you two bitches 5 each!!! You got me?!?!"

"Yes mistress..." both of them trembled in fear as they were pushed towards the sink to pick up a water hose.

"Good... once you are done... get the piercers out and repierce her nipples and clit... just like my son likes it... put the hoops in." The mother then walked to the table and picked up a rather nasty looking dual metal shaft with wires connected to it. She walked up to Sara and brutally and savagely shoved it into her pussy and ass... then strapped it down.

The mother ignored any screams and pleads as she then attached alligator clips with wires attached to her nipples... and then her ears, vaginal skin, and pinky toes. one slave cut off the outfit she wore and then the other turned the ice cold water hose onto Sara, rinsing her down thorough. They both picked up scour pads and started rubbing Sara's skin out... turning every inch of her bright red and hot...

Mother then walked up behind her and took all the leads from the toys connected to her and attached them to this large brown box. She said, "I have waiting for this moment for nearly 15 years... every since I heard you killed my boy... and now... you are going to fill just a fraction of the agony you have put me through since my boy was murdered..."

She flipped a switch and the box started to hum. Neither of the slave women, who were curled up in against the wall dared cast an eye on Sara. Mother turned a couple of dials... and then ... flipped a switch... coursing thousands of volts of electricity through her most sensitive parts of her body!!!

 

[sallythescorpian]

Sara screamed until she was hoarse as electricity pulsed through her, deep within her pussy and ass, her toes, ears, pussy and nipples and it was agonising.

The woman was as nutty as a March hare, and Sara's belief that she would survive this was beginning to waver. She hung limply in her bounds, her bladder having emptied on foot of the massive wave of electricity.

The icy hose was directed at her again, and again the switch was flipped, and again she screamed in absolute agony!

She couldn't endure this, she couldn't!! She screamed,and passed out as the next wave coursed through her, waking up as an icy blast of water assulted her!

Her tender flesh of her pussy and ass seemed to be burnt from the shock, and Sara cried hard, begging for mercy. Her pleas fell on deaf ears though, as the mother was bent on revenge.

Sara was terrified of what was yet to come,

 

[Powerdog16]

Sara was left hanging limp in the chains while mother turned her eyes towards Tara. They drug her out of her cell and strapped her in place much like they did with Sara and made them face each other. The torment of Tara was equally horrific as it had been with Sara only Sara was also forced to witness her sister's troubles or be shocked again.

Tara's screamed breached the evening night as she was forced to endure as much if not more than Sara had! Mother watched with a sinister and dark grin as both women were tortured over and over throughout the next couple of hours!

It was after several sessions of torture that Tara quickly begged for Mother to please tell her what she could do to make it end! Mother looked at Tara and a dark and sinister grin grew even more devious. She held the brown box with the leads in it that was connected to both Sara and Tara.

She walked over to Tara and told one of the slaves to unfasten on hand... just one.

A moment later, she leaned into Tara, popped out her gag and said, "You want me to stop hurting you... then you will do something for me... see your precious little sister? The one who has always had the better life than you? The one who always snubbed her nose at you whenever you needed help?"

Tara gazed at Sara and feared she knew what was coming... She nodded though so terrified, that she would say or do anything to make it stop... "Ye... yes... mother..."

"Shock her... Just push this button right there..." Mother looked at Sara and could see the pleading eyes gazing at Tara shaking her head no... Mother said, "Just push the button till I tell you to stop... and I will put you back in your cell for a rest..."

Tara looked at Sara and her hand moved over the button that Sara's leads were connected to and she whispered, "I... I am sorry sister... I... I have to do what she says... Forgive me... I can't take anymore..."

Mother slapped Tara's face and said, "Don't apologize you skank!!!! Just push the button!!!"

Tara did...