Chapter 19: White Star
Morgan woke slowly. Her arms were stretched at a painful angle and her legs were tied apart. She clamped her eyes shut, trying to keep out the reality of what had just transpired.
"Awake are we?"
She started and opened her eyes. Dawg lay beside her, naked. She hissed and turned her head away.
"Ah, don't play that way, dear. I really don't like it." Dawg stroked her cheek.
"Don't touch me you bastard!" she snarled.
"Don't call me that!" She had very obviously hit a nerve. He drew his hand back and slapped her.
He stood up and walked over to his cloths. "Really Morgan. I would think after the wonderful night we had together that you would respect me more."
He picked up his trousers and stepped into them. He looked at her.
"Didn't you enjoy last night? I did." Dawg tilted his head back thoughtfully. "Most fun I've had in a while."
Morgan felt hot tears well in her eyes. She hated him.
"Rogers!"
"Yes sir?"
"You may do what you wish with her." Dawg said curtly as he left the room.
Rogers smiled and walked over to her. He climbed onto the bed.
"How do you like it?" he asked.
Morgan stared at him. "I'd like you dead!"
He unbuttoned his trousers and smiled wickedly. "Sorry dear. That's not an option."
And for the second time in 24 hours, she was raped, beaten, and used.
Morgan woke again. She looked around and saw Dawg sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Have you come around yet? Are you going to tell me about the Pearl now?"
"Never."
"Too bad." He looked at his silent crew. "Untie her and take her to the blockade. Rogers, bring the whip."
He stood up and left. The men untied her and dragged her from the cabin, up the stairs, and onto the main deck.
There she was pushed onto her knees and her arms were chained above her.
"Tell me, Morgan, or this will hurt."
She glared at him. "It can't hurt anymore than what you've already done to me."
Dawg tilted his head to the side. "Pity, and I was hoping it would work between us."
Dawg held out his hand. Rogers held out the whip. Dawg flicked his wrist and the ship uncoiled. It slithered as he moved, an extension of his hand, a living creature.
"You have one more chance, Morgan, tell me, or you will get 20 lashes."
"Go to hell."
"Gladly," Dawg hissed between clenched teeth. He raised his arm back and brought the whip up. It cracked through the air and snapped across her back. Morgan clenched her teeth.
"One," Rogers said, smiling sardonically at Morgan.
The whip cracked again. Morgan screamed.
"Two."
CRACK!
"Three."
CRACK!
"Four." The crew watched as her back was slowly torn apart. At ten Dawg stopped. Morgan sagged in the chains.
"Morgan, I'd really like you to tell me, or I may be forced to take drastic action."
Morgan didn't say anything. She just knelt there, breathing hard.
"Rogers, bring the cat' o nine tails." Dawg said coldly. He flicked his wrist again and the bloody whip coiled into his hands. He was very good with it. He handed it to Rogers and Rogers left to get the 'master' whip, as they called it.
He took the whip with its little silver balls on the ends of the nine 'tails' carefully to Dawg. Dawg took it and uncoiled it with a flick of his wrist. Morgan could hear the balls hit the deck. She clenched her eyes shut.
Dawg was talking again, but she couldn't hear them. She concentrated with all her might on Jack…Jack…
"AAAAHHHHH!!!!" Morgan's scream cut through the images in her mind. Her skin was literally being pulled from her back.
She felt blood and thicker things run onto the deck. Dawg took a step back and frowned.
"I can't have her dirtying my bed tonight. Nor will she dirty any of yours." He said, correctly reading the looks of want on his crew faces.
"Take her down to the hold; chain her with our 'Black Ivory'. I will question her again tomorrow. Rogers, clean the whips." Dawg dropped the whip onto the ground and returned to his cabin. Morgan felt hot tears running down her face. They fell and mingled with the blood, leaving little droplets of clear water in an ocean of blood.
Two men unchained her and dragged her to her feet. They walked over to a hatch and it was pulled open. One man descended the ladder and waited at the bottom while the other shoved Morgan down after him. The last man climbed down.
They pushed and pulled her down more layers, and as they went lower, the stench that she had smelled upon boarding the ship was getting stronger. Much stronger. She had thought that Tortuga had been bad, but Tortuga smelled downright nice compared to this hold.
They opened another door and the sounds of humans in agony hit Morgan. She recoiled at the site of thousands of Africans chained damn near on top of one another, piss and feces everywhere.
The two crew members dragged her down one of the thin alleyways and cam to a stop at a blank spot in the chains. The shoved Morgan onto her back, where the dirty deck mixed with her wounds.
Her piercing scream cut through the moans of the rest. The men chained her hands and feet. They stood up, and then looked at each other. There seemed to be some type of communication between the men. Morgan stared at them, knowing what was coming.
The first man undid his pants and lowered himself onto Morgan. His eyes seemed to say that the captain hadn't said that they couldn't have their fun. He penetrated her repeatedly. When he was spent, he stood and tucked himself back into his pants, and his partner took his turn.
They left, leaving Morgan screaming for Jack.
Dark eyes peered at the strange white girl. The white one had stopped screaming and now lay quiet. Of course, they all stopped screaming in the end.
There was a rustle of movement. A small black child darted in between the chained bodies. Her wrists were badly cut, as were her ankles. She had pulled out of the chains.
She knelt by the white girl and studied her. "They used the bad whip on you…" she muttered. She reached out and touched the girl's forehead gently.
The girl started and began thrashing at her chains. "I will not hurt you!" the black girl cried softly.
The white girl froze, her bare chest heaving with silent sobs. The black girl took her head into her lap and stroked her cheek.
"They do unspeakable things to you, why though? You are their own."
"I have something they want," the girl muttered weakly, "And I won't give it to them."
"Brave sentiments girl," someone said. The black girl shot a silencing look at the man who had spoken. The black girl pulled some leaves from somewhere, and began to chew them slowly. When she had it to a pulp, she forced them into the white girl's mouth.
"Eat," the white girl swallowed.
"I shall call you White Star, for you are like a single White Star with in a blanket of night."
The black girl stroked White Star's cheek. "Sleep now, White Star, and be gone from this nightmarish reality for a short while."
AN: sorry this one is shorter. But guess what? I GOT DRUM MAJOR!!!!!!!