Sari Dreaming of Sailing - III

"It seems we've been using you rather hard," drawled the captain, staring down at the well-used body of her golden slave girl. "Perhaps you could use a rest while we try out this other lovely captive."

"No!" Sari cried. "Please... no..."

"And whyever not? Anyone'd think you'd like a chance for a break."

Sari bowed her head, aware of the piercing dark eyes upon her. Adchara had moved frward now, through the circle of pirates and was staring down at her.

"It's my fault," sobbed the wretched girl. "All my fault."

"And what be that, exactly?"

"That Myya's here. It was my idea to go looking for the alien. My idea... That's why we were caught. I saw what... it did to her. Please... just let her go. She doesn't deserve this..."

"Well," mused the captain. "If we're not to hurt her, we'd better find someone else to play with. Are you volunteering, lassie?"

"Whatever you want, Mistress."

*Interesting* purred Adchara's voice in Sari's mind.

"Fine. Take that slut back belowdecks. We can always have fun with her later." Sari hid her eyes so as not to see the terror in Myya's expression. "Now, as for you..."

Sari did not resist as she was dragged forward and her bonds removed. The rags of her clothing were stripped away and she was bound securely and tightly to he mast, the rough wood rubbing painfully against her sore and burned young body.

"You can stop at any time," said the captain. "Just ask us kindly and we'll put the other one here in your place."

"No," Sari said, knowing that soon she would be screaming. She tried to prepare herself, remembering Myya's screams from that awful place, remembering just how it was all her fault. Dream or not, she had to save Myya from harm. She had to make it up to her lovely slave sister.

For all her mental preparations, she was truly unready for the force of the first blow of the lash against her back. She threw her head back and screamed in agony. And then again with the second. And the third.

"Remember, you can stop whenever you like," continued the captain.

No, she could not stop. She could not. They would beat her into unconsciousness first. And for all she cried and for all she screamed and for all she tried to remind herself that this was just a dream, she did not ask them to stop.

Then, suddenly, everything was gone. Everything save the hideous voice of the alien, Adchara.

*Interesting. You will endure torture for another of your kind out of some sense of guilt. This must be born in mind. It may be of use later. You will of course forget this when you awake, but here is something for you to remember*

my eyes opened and i let out a low moan. The bedsheets were wrapped around me as tightly as any bonds and... oh... oh...

Ohhhhhh!

"Well," said my beautiful Mistress, rolling onto me. "Someone must have been dreaming. Did you enjoy it, pretty slave?"

"i... i don't remember it, Mistress," i said, still trembling from the afterglow.

"Not even an interesting story," She sighed. "And you stole all the sheets, I notice. Well, it seems you are deserving a little punishment for that."

"Aren't i always, Mistress?"

And she set to work on that punishment and the dream faded away to nothing, until the next time.