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Part 4 Claire and Charles Vane
Brianna stood completely distraught with a gun in her hand behind the man who was torturing her mother. The pirate looked round briefly, then lunged at Brianna, whereupon a shot rang outand the man fell to the ground like a stone. Claire, who had already given up on life, just screamed "Brianna get out, they're animals". At that moment, Claire's daughter realised her hopeless situation andjust wanted to jump off the boat. But at that moment, Bonnet grabbed her, tore part of her outer clothing from her body and held her arms forcibly behind her back. Claire screamed more hysterically "Please leave my daughteralone, do what you want with me but leave my Brianna, I beg you".
Suddenly Charles Vane appeared among the men, slightly wounded and staggering as he moved towards Claire. "What the hell happened here, some Englishman's bullet got me, but I'mstill alive, lady who are you?". Claire replied in a broken voice "I am Claire Fraser, and this is my daughter Brianna, and if I don't fix your arm you will die of blood poisoning". Vance replied "Whatdo you want to tell me about battle wounds, you..." Claire,in all her nudity and still bound interrupted the captain almost shouting "I am a doctor, a healer and I am specialized in healing such wounds, spare mydaughter and I will heal you, believe me, otherwise you will die miserably"
Vane looked at his men, Bonnet was still holding the struggling Brianna, who was being eyed greedily by the numerous men.
"All right Miss Fraser I want to offer you this opportunity," then he turned to Brown "untie her, tend to her wounds, a storm is coming, and I don't want any of the mendistracted, then bring the somewhat cheeky lady to my cabin, and put her daughter in our cage, nobody touches her, do you understand?" The crew grumbled a little, but then carried out the captain's orders.
Claire was transferred to the pirate ship together with Brianna, all she could hear behind her were numerous shots and the sound of sabres being slashed; it was Vance's men mercilesslyslaughtering the few prisoners. Claire tried to keep a cool head in all the madness; after all, it wasn't just her life that was at stake, but also that of her beloved Brianna.
A colorful, somewhat clumsy servant assigned Claire to a washing area and placed a bar of soap, a cloth and Claire's robe on the armchair, and took his leave with a slight sigh as hebriefly examined Claire's battered body. The brief bath gave the woman some time to consider her course of action, but the options were all devastating; at best, Claire and Brianna would probably end up on one of the manyplantations in the area. After Claire had washed up and was finally able to put her clothes back on, she immediately tried to get to Brianna.
A slightly inebriated Bonnet blocked her way and assured Claire that nothing would happen to her daughter as long as the captain held his protective hand over her. He couldn't reallyreassure her, but what choice did she have, so Bonnet escorted Claire to the captain's cabin.
When Claire entered Vane's cabin, he immediately reached for the pistol, apparently the pirate captain didn't feel safe on his own ship. When Vane recognised Claire, he just groaned‘Oh, the healer’
"I'm actually dying," said Vane, whose voice sounded dry and blunt, although he could barely breathe.
"Then let's take a look at it," Claire replied
The wound itself was a jagged dark hole, crusted at the edges and bluish in color. Claire pressed on the skin on either side of the wound; it looked red and inflamed, oozing copious amountsof pus. Vane moved in agony as Claire ran her fingertips gently but unwaveringly along the length of the muscle.
"That looks like an infection Captain," Claire said, "the bullet entered your body too; was that a second shot, or did it penetrate your arm?"
"It went through the arm. One of my men took the bullet out of my side. But it wasn't that bad. It was only two or three inches deep." He spoke in short paragraphs, involuntarilypressing his lips together after each sentence.
"Let me see where it came out."
"It hit the bone," Vane said
Wordlessly, Claire poured water from the canteen for the captain and held the cup to his lips. He raised an eyebrow, but drank greedily and then dropped his head back onto the pillow. Hebreathed in and out deeply for a moment and kept his eyes closed, then opened them and looked directly at Claire.
Claire placed a small, flat casket she had brought with her on the table and opened the clasp. "I will not let you die, but I demand that you let my daughter and I go." Clairecarefully took out the rolled-up gray flannel fabric and placed it on the table, clinking softly.She unrolled it to reveal the shiny syringes lined up next to each other and looked in the box for the bottle of penicillin tablets.
"What in the devil's name is that?" asked Vane, looking at the syringes curiously. "That looks dangerous."
Claire didn't answer because she was busy dissolving penicillin tablets in the vial of sterile water. She selected one of the glass cylinders, fitted it with a needle and pushed thetip through the rubber that sealed the neck of the bottle. She held it up to the light and gently pulled the plunger of the syringe while watching the thick white liquid inside the glass tube and looking for bubbles. Thenshe pulled the needle out of the bottle and gently pressed on the plunger until a drop of liquid bubbled out of the tip and slowly rolled along the needle.
"Turn to your healthy side," she said, turning to Vance, "and pull up your shirt."
He cast a wide-awake, suspicious glance at the needle in Claire's hand, but reluctantly obeyed.
"This is really good brandy," he said, glancing over his shoulder, "but actually, I usually use it at the other end."
"It's the best alcohol I have on hand. Now hold still and relax." With a sure hand, Claire poked and slowly pushed the plunger into the syringe.
"Aaargh!" Vane rubbed his backside, pouting.
"It'll stop burning in a minute." Claire poured two fingerfuls of brandy into the cup. "Now you can have a sip - a very small sip."
The days went by like this, Claire tried to get to Brianna again and again in vain, but was at least able to exchange a few words with her through the thin wooden boards, she was doing wellunder the circumstances, the men left her alone.
Claire tried to build up a certain level of trust with Vane, who reminded her a little of Jamie in terms of his muscular build and size. She visited Vance twice a day, then was taken backto her tiny quarters and tried to sleep or read one of the medical books in her medical kit.
By the fourth day, Vanee was feeling much better, and Claire was hoping for a favour from the pirate chief, and as she had done so many times before, she poured Vance the medicine and preparedone of the syringes she had taken with her from the twentieth century.
Wordlessly, he emptied the cup and watched as Claire rolled up the syringes again. Finally he said, "I thought you put needles in rag dolls when you want to bewitch someone; not ina living person, you must be a witch, that explains why your wounds heal so quickly"
Vane pointed to the neckline in claire's dress, which had been covered in welts and bruises hours ago and had almost completely disappeared. Claire was breathless, she had no explanationherself, the lashes she had received had left numerous welts that would normally have taken weeks or months to heal, but these were only a few days old, perhaps a side effect of time travel?
Before Claire could say anything back, the captain spoke to her, "Well, anyway, I'm not afraid of witches, and neither are my men, they've been through a lot" "Captain"Claire replied "Will you release us now". A little bored, Vane turned his head, "Release you, you mutilated one of my men, your daughter shot another man, and you worked on me with your witch powers," thecaptain pointed to the injection site on his body.
Then it bubbled out of Claire "Damn bastard I saved your life and you...". At that moment Vance jumped up, slapped Claire left and right and pushed her to the ground "Whatdo you English bitch think you have in front of you, my men are screaming for revenge, if it was up to them you would have been serving the crew for days before they slowly fed you to the sharks" at that moment Clairerealized the true personality of Vane, He was an absolute psychopath as described in the historical books, from whom she had no reason to expect any mercy
Claire instinctively took a defensive position and expected further abuse from her tormentor, but he was still visibly weakened and collapsed into the chair with a soft groan.
Then he spoke quietly but firmly to Claire "My men are tired from fighting and frustrated because the loot was rather small, which means I need to keep my men happy a little and you willhelp me with that. Claire replied " Of course I can treat your men's wounds, recommend a better diet, and...
At that moment Vance interrupted harshly, "Don't act stupid, you know what I'm getting at and stroked Claire's well-formed chest briefly." Claire jumped up in horror,"No, you can't ask me to do that, I beg you, no you can not do". Vane leaned back casually. "Well then, your young daughter will have to serve, how old is she 20, 21?" Claire burst into wild howls."No, you can't do that, please I'll do anything you want, but not my Brianna." With a victorious smile on his face, Vance replied, "Well, I'll have a word with the team before I open them let yougo, if you prove yourself I will protect your little Brianna from the crew, if you disappoint me I will send her to the slave quarters for one night.
Do you understand me English whore? Claire nodded submissively. The captain opened his pants and exposed his powerful penis, "and now, my pretty one, you willspoil me a little more with your sweet lips, and put off your dress, wanna see your lovely tits"
Claire moaned reluctantly, but she opened wide. She accepted his cock being pushed into her mouth.
Her lips pressed around his pumping manhood. She began sucking noisily, slurping loudly onhis hard length. His balls bounced with the movement of his pelvis as he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth, down her throat. Claire struggled to take in his huge member, her cheeks sunken as she sucked on him and swirledher tongue around him. "Uhhhh!!! Mmmm!!! UGH!" she moaned when he was almost completely in her wet, warm mouth.
Her eyes watered as she took all of him in. Her chest heaved with her big, beautiful breasts as shegurgled desperately on his penis. "Ahhh...you're a good cocksucker, my men will like that, good, yeah“" He turned back around, his hand fisting in Claires hair as his heavy sack slapped gently against herchin with each of his short thrusts. She was straining so hard now, she could hardly breathe.
Her eyes watered and she began to choke. Just as she was about to pass out, Vance pulled his cock from her luscious lips. Thoselips were dripping with cum as he wiped more cum from the tip of his cock across the woman's tear-stained cheek. "Not bad, slut, not bad“
"But now it's the team's turn, they're eagerly waiting for you, wash your face, we want you to make a good impressionon my men." As if in a trance, Claire obeyed the captain, she rubbed the last remaining sperm from her face with a sponge, dried her hair and put it up to show this gang a little dignity.
Bonnet led Claire onto the deck, where numerous men had already gathered. She shyly asked: ‘Who wants to take me first?’ The men burst out laughing, Claire looked around and couldn'tunderstand. Then one of the coloured men blurted out: ‘Honey, we'll all be first, we're brothers, there's no first and second.’ ‘Like drinking, we do everything together.’ Again there wasmocking laughter and Claire just hoped she would wake up from this nightmare. ‘Take off your clothes, the captain promised us that if we don't like your services, we can do whatever we want with your daughter,’Lional Brown spoke, who had positioned himself behind her with a riding crop.
Another roar of laughter rang out. Claire found herself in a situation from which there was no escape: ‘Otherwise we'll tear your clothesoff and you'll be dancing around naked on the ship for the rest of the journey.’ Claire obeyed reluctantly at first, but Brown's whip in her face motivated her to comply with her tormentor's demands.
Slowly, Claire began to remove her shoes, top and bodice until she stood before the men in just her skirt, followed by her skirt and stockings until the woman, still very well-built for herage of almost 50, stood stark naked on deck. Some of the men could hardly believe their luck and everyone wanted to be the first to see the pretty prisoner.
Claire was now mercilessly at the mercy of these men who had probably not seen a woman for weeks, what would they do to her?
the story will be continued if there is interest, with the climax as voted by the audience.
thanks again to JJjack
