A Farmer’s Wife
Evelyn is sold to the farmer
PART ELEVEN of the Pirates of the Caribbean serial
If you are new to this story serial, read PART ONE, Pilgrims Below Deck, or review the summary by clicking here.
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Following the 39 swats on her bare bottom, Evelyn was taken to the auctioneer’s block to be sold to someone for a year of hard labor. The auctioneer stepped beside Evelyn, and the bidding began. The words, numbers, and hand motions quickly became dizzying. Evelyn lost track of what was happening.
And then there was silence.
“Come on.”
Evelyn followed a man inside the government house — my new owner.
The Magistrate pointed at an official parchment. “These are the terms of your labor contract for 365 days, with today being the first day. Mademoiselle, you are a forced labor convict. You are pledging to obey Mr. Bonny in all things.”
Oh, Jesus save me — ALL things!
“If you attempt to escape, your sentence will be doubled. That will begin with another thirty-nine lashes. These will be real lashes. Do you understand?”
“Oui,” Evelyn squeaked out, feeling the burning pain in her bottom.
“Mr. Bonny, you must provide healthy food. You must tend to the convict if she becomes injured or ill. You are permitted to beat her on her buttocks if she disobeys, but you are responsible for any injury you cause. You shall not lie with her, even if she consents. Mr. Bonny, do you understand these terms?”
“Oui.” Evelyn’s new master counted out silver coins and placed them on the desk.
“She is yours.”
The men made no attempt to divert their eyes, while Evelyn removed the shirt and dressed in her own clothing. She was a mere piece of property. Mr. Bonny led the convicted pirate to his wagon.
“You will probably be more comfortable lying in the back,” he spoke to her for the first time.
She lay atop bags of feed as they rode out of town. Evelyn was grateful for the peaceful, silent ride. However, after an hour, her new owner became chatty.
“You should be right at home here, there are many descendants of pirates living on this island. My father married one of the prostitutes the French governor brought to the island in an attempt to peacefully assimilate the pirates into lawful society.”
She turned one eye to study him. He was twice her age. His features were hard and chiseled, but not homely.
“I know that I am the son of a prostitute and my wife was the daughter of one. So, you see, I have no disrespect for a bride who is not a virgin.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “I want the truth from you. It was reported that you are a virgin. Are you truly a virgin?”
Evelyn studied the new expression of compassion in his eyes. She cleared her throat and swallowed. “Oui,”
Mr. Bonny made an approving grunt and set the brake for the wagon. He swung his legs around the driver’s box and sat beside her.
“This island has a very poor population; however, I am rather wealthy. The bidding for you was quite spirited, but I was determined to have you. The trial was a mockery; it was a foregone conclusion what would happen to you. No one on this island would dream of executing such a lovely creature.”
Ah, Captain Gamero’s plan.
He gently raised the hem of her skirt and examined her bruised bottom.
“The skin is not broken. There is no permanent damage to your tender flesh,” he said. “In a day or two, it will fade away. I have some ointment which I use when my hands get blistered.” He produced a jar. “Would you like me to apply some? It will be soothing.”
Evelyn nodded, and he began the treatment. He gently rubbed the cream into the skin of her bare bottom.
“I know it stings, but this ointment will help pull the fire out.”
“Oui, I am some better,” she said.
She rolled onto her belly, and he continued to apply the lotion.
“The opportunity to… possess you was irresistible for many men. One day, the Magistrate will come and inquire of you if I have broken the contract. That is, if I have lain with you, he will expect this to be the case. If he finds I have broken the contract, he will sell you to some one else. He will pocket more money. The Magistrate paid a large price for you to the Spanish captain, and he expects more than my coins in return.”
Captain Gamero SOLD me!
“However, I will not break the contract. If you lie to the Magistrate, you will be sold to another who will not be so honorable. I hope you understand that such a lie will not benefit you.”
Sold and resold. Abused and abused again. Captain Gamero is a spawn from Satan!
“I have no woman to give me comfort, but I will not abuse you because I expect you to show me favoritism in the future. My wife died last month, and I expect you to help raise my child. I sincerely want you to be happy here, and for there to be no trouble between us. It is my intention to marry you at the end of the year.”
My lot is to be a farmer’s wife.
“I have been honest with you. I have told you the Magistrate’s plan, and how I will treat you. However, a man gets tension in his loins which must be released. I suppose that, after living with the pirates for so long, that you know about this.”
Evelyn saw where the conversation was going. She decided to be honest. “Oui.”
“Tell me the truth, what experiences have you had?”
Evelyn swallowed, and then confessed to relieving the pirate captain’s cock with her hands, her bum, and her mouth. Mr. Bonny nodded and continued caressing her derrière. His fingers parted her thighs and touched her bottom entrance. He then slipped his fingers along her womanly slit to her clit.
She gasped with a surge of pleasure as he massaged her swelling nub. He continued until her moisture coated his fingers.
“As you see, Evelyn, I know how to pleasure a woman. I will never force you, but if you take care of the tension in my loins, I will return the favor. Our life together can be quite pleasant.”
She considered there was no choice, just as there had been no choice with Jack. She reasoned that, just as she had learned to enjoy Jack’s attentions, she would learn to enjoy being with this man as well. She reached for the buttons on his breeches. His breath froze in his throat as she opened his trousers and pulled out his cock. He watched her stroking it, and his member instantly swelled into hardness. She took him into her mouth.
She closed her eyes as her lips encircled the tip of his cock. She pushed back his foreskin. With her tongue, she caressed his manhood’s sensitive underside. With one of her hands, she reached inside his pants to cup his balls. She pulled back, tongued his tip, and then sucked him in again. She pumped his cock in and out her mouth. However, her mind was filled with images of Jack. Captain Gamero had said Jack was dead. Nonetheless, he would be the man on her mind anytime she gave Mr. Bonny pleasure.
Within moments, pulsation of ecstasy flowed from through his cock. The waves throbbed through his body. As his knees weakened, he placed his hands on her shoulders to steady himself. His seed burst forth. She swallowed load after load as his balls emptied.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him as she continued to slowly suck while his cock shrank. Then she released him.
“I agree to your terms,” she said. “As for marriage, we shall see.” She was unwilling to surrender the possibility she would one day escape the island.
“I will wait for your bottom to heal, and then I will show you how I can please you,” he promised.
They rode on for another half-hour, and then he halted the wagon.
“Evelyn, this is my plantation.”
Grimacing, she sat up and examined the house, barn, and several other buildings.
“We grow tobacco, we hunt the wild boars, and there is a garden where we grow vegetables for our own consumption.”
Three men were scattered among the buildings. One by one, they noticed the approaching wagon. They stopped what they were doing and stared.
“Those men work for me. In the house is my four year old son. Your labor here will not be hard. I expect you to cook for everyone, and to tend to the house. You will be responsible for the child’s needs.”
Evelyn gazed upon her home for the next year.
THE END of this part, but PART TWELVE— Return to the Sea, continues the story.
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