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deck. Other lines of rings were set into to the deck and roof beams. Hundreds of slaves were chained to these during the ship’s voyages from Africa to the Caribbean.
    As with all sailing ships, the main mast descended the full depth of the ship to the keel, passing through each deck level like a wide column. It was the central feature in this otherwise empty compartment.
    “Have the old lady attached to the mast Fletch and get me the cat.”
    Danielle de Moncey was hauled to the mast and roped to it by her wrists and ankles. She hugged it closely, still gagged. Fletch returned with a bag, which contained the ship’s cat ‘o nine tails. He handed it to Quinn, who removed her jacket.
    “ R emove her gag. I want to hear her yell and beg. Her daughter and her governess can watch.”
    Fletch did as ordered and Danielle de Moncey was now roped naked at the mast. She had a fine figure for a woman in her forties, with a strong back and large firm arse. Her large breasts oozed out each side, pressed firmly against the mast.
    Quinn brought the first forehand lash of the cat across Danielle ’s back. She flinched, but made no sound. The second backhand lash came down on her backside, again no yell. Quinn continued to lash her a dozen times. At each movement of the whip Quinn’s large breasts moved freely and enticingly under her loose shirt. Finally she paused. It was clear Danielle was starting to break; s he was pant ing and shudder ing in her bonds , her body shining with sweat. The cat had left her back and backside covered in dozens of raised crimson stripes.
    Quinn then continued merc iles sly. Danielle ’s first yell came after the fourteenth lash. It made h er daughter struggle in her ropes, trying to plead for her through her gag . But Quinn had been waiting for this moment for a long time and she had a wicked grin on her face. She stopped again only after the twenty fourth lash. 
    “Aaaaagh arrêtez! Je ne peux plus . I beg you, stop! I’m sorry for what I said. ”
    Quinn handed the cat back to Fletch.
    “Well, in future mind your tongue or you’ll be whipped again and again with this. Untie her and put her in a slave yoke like her governess . She can remain here naked chained to the ship’s side as well . Yoke the daughter too, she can keep the nightdress.
    Quinn left Fletch to it. Two iron yolk s were taken from a crate on the ships side. Each consisted of a four foot rod of iron with three ‘U’ shaped iron loops along its length. The middle loop was wider to take the neck. Fletch took the first and unlocked its end and dismantled it. He untied Françoise and took her left wrist and placed the first wrist loop around it and slid the rod through the holes on its ends. A short spacer tube was slid down the rod to the loop. The larger loop was placed around Françoise ’s neck and the rod slid through it, another spacer tube was slid down the rod to the neck loop. Finally her other wrist was placed in the remaining loop and slid on to the remaining end of the rod where Fletch locked it with a paddlock.
    Fletch dragged Françoise by her yoke to the side of the ship opposite Sarah. He attached a long length of chain to a ring on the yoke behind her neck and pulled it through a ring on the side of the ship. He left her a length of chain to move around with before paddocking it. He lifted her nightdress.
    “Nice young body , no sense in marking it . You z ma will take all you z whippin’s instead.”
    Fletch went over to Danielle, who was still tied to the mast. He looked over her back. The cat had left a number of cuts. He went back up to the weather deck and returned with buckets of water and a sponge. He started to sponge Danielle’s back with fresh water, she winced as he touched her. He released her from her ropes and she fell to her knees exhausted . He put her in the second yoke in the same manner as Françoise, then he made her stand up.
    “You z got a nice body for an old mother, bitch. ” He took