The English speaking man rode over to Melissa, her maid, took out his sword and cut the ropes which attached her to the line of female captives.The English speaking man rode over to Melissa, her maid, took out his sword and cut the ropes which attached her to the line of female captives. Since the terrified servants hands were still tied, she had no way to protest when he hoisted her up and threw her over the front of his saddle. It was some recompense to think that at least they would not have to walk. One by one, other riders came over and took the woman of there choice to carry. With Melissa hoisted up first and the some what dowdy, Mrs. Wadstone last, it seemed to Ivy that it was a kind of beauty contest, with the highest ranking man taking the prettiest woman. What surprised her was that, no one had chosen her. Melissa was a red haired beauty, in a common sort of way. Still, Ivy felt that with her blonde hair and pretty face, she should have been either the first or second woman carried away. To her dismay she realized that she had been deliberately excluded from the competition. The pirate leader, the highest ranking member of the band, road over to her and dismounted. Ivy stood up straight, holding her head high. She was going to show him that it took more than a simple beating to break her spirit. Something in his eyes said he already knew this. First, he lifted up her dress and removed her numerous layers of under-clothes. He then took a leather harness and fastened it so that it wrapped around her waist while a second strap slid between her legs. Standing there riggedly, she refused to look down and give him the satisfaction of even being remotely curious. She would take what ever humiliation he decided to rein on her and he would pay dearly at the hands of her husband. Colonel Bradford would track him to the far ends of the Earth and see that he payed for his barbarous behavior. Ivy was not quite sure, but the harness felt like some kind of chastity belt. When she was lead over to the horse and thrown across the saddle, its purpose became clear. Taking a strap from the saddle, he fastened it to the contraption which ran between her legs and about her waist. She was securely attaching to the saddle. Lying there on her belly, legs on one side of the horse, head and torso on the other, Ivy could feel the piece of harness which ran between her legs rub gently over the most private areas of her body. |