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I'm wondering whether the nude women just happened to be part of the ship's complement,
or they were serving as sirens to lure it onto the rocks :devil:
 
I take it that this is not a Barbary Pirate:devil:

View attachment 543769 Barb takes control of the pirate ship:p
I can imagine the language I'd have heard from the skipper
if I'd done that when I was supposed to be at the wheel of a sailing boat -
even if I'd been dressed like Barb - which I wasn't, quite... :p
 
To send home to Cruxton of course. I wanted the Duke to see where I had gotten to ;)
The Duke will be delighted that you have the ship under such masterful control! :)
 
Googling Barbary Pirates images yielded a few more interesting pics ...



OK, since this is first of all an educational site,:) let’s have a word about galley propulsion.

It is interesting that since long, there is a debate about how to organize the rowing. Ancient Greek and Roman galleys were built as bi- or triremes, with several decks of rowers, each one handling one oar.

The pictures of the Barbary galleys posted here, show one deck of rowers, with several men for each oar.

What is the most efficient way? It seems to be the good old trireme.

But of course, there is a trade-off. Multi deck galleys are more complex to design and to build, and more expensive, than one-deck designs. Multi deck galleys also need more working up of the crew, more team work, and an oarsman is more difficult to replace from the viewpoint of cooperation and coordination.

One deck galleys have a simpler design, and a replacing a man at the oars affects less the coordination. Teamwork is restricted to the crew of one oar, not of a whole deck.

Therefore, triremes were generally manned with free men, while one deck galleys could be manned with more easily replaceable slaves or convicts.
 



OK, since this is first of all an educational site,:) let’s have a word about galley propulsion.

It is interesting that since long, there is a debate about how to organize the rowing. Ancient Greek and Roman galleys were built as bi- or triremes, with several decks of rowers, each one handling one oar.

The pictures of the Barbary galleys posted here, show one deck of rowers, with several men for each oar.

What is the most efficient way? It seems to be the good old trireme.

But of course, there is a trade-off. Multi deck galleys are more complex to design and to build, and more expensive, than one-deck designs. Multi deck galleys also need more working up of the crew, more team work, and an oarsman is more difficult to replace from the viewpoint of cooperation and coordination.

One deck galleys have a simpler design, and a replacing a man at the oars affects less the coordination. Teamwork is restricted to the crew of one oar, not of a whole deck.

Therefore, triremes were generally manned with free men, while one deck galleys could be manned with more easily replaceable slaves or convicts.

Yes, no one could ever say this site isn’t educational.

Really interesting!

Thanks for posting Lox!
 



OK, since this is first of all an educational site,:) let’s have a word about galley propulsion.

It is interesting that since long, there is a debate about how to organize the rowing. Ancient Greek and Roman galleys were built as bi- or triremes, with several decks of rowers, each one handling one oar.

The pictures of the Barbary galleys posted here, show one deck of rowers, with several men for each oar.

What is the most efficient way? It seems to be the good old trireme.

But of course, there is a trade-off. Multi deck galleys are more complex to design and to build, and more expensive, than one-deck designs. Multi deck galleys also need more working up of the crew, more team work, and an oarsman is more difficult to replace from the viewpoint of cooperation and coordination.

One deck galleys have a simpler design, and a replacing a man at the oars affects less the coordination. Teamwork is restricted to the crew of one oar, not of a whole deck.

Therefore, triremes were generally manned with free men, while one deck galleys could be manned with more easily replaceable slaves or convicts.

Now that was very interesting, and I absolutely didn't know that! :)
 
Yes, no one could ever say this site isn’t educational.
That's right, this is all about education...Nothing to see here...Move along folks..

In that spirit here is a little piece on one of the earliest academic treatises on the topic of hot young women captured by Barbary Pirates , "The Lustful Turk" from 1828. http://bidoun.org/articles/the-lustful-turk

I swear I never read it so I couldn't have stolen from it. :rolleyes: I mean, I wasn't even around in 1828....
 
14. Morning, 30 June, 1803. Lady Barbara

Shaking with trepidation, I mounted the long narrow wooden auction block, stepping carefully where the feet of countless unfortunates had stepped before me. Captain Steele was watching, and when I hesitated he impatiently motioned me forward to the very front edge of the block where I could be viewed from all sides by the buyers.

"Don't stop! Do as you have been trained!" he hissed, twitching his whip arm threateningly.

And so I swallowed hard and stepped forward to meet my fate.

I wasn't the first that morning. Lady Katherine had gone before me, as had Pru and her maid servant. The bidding for each had been loud and raucous ... a rapid-fire cacophony of voices, shouting for attention in different tongues.

Behind the block and under an overhead shelter, I waited with the others while the first three were sold. We were kept under close guard and told to remain silent. I looked around me. There were many to be sold that today, including some dark-skinned African girls. I felt so pale standing alongside them.

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Although it was difficult to see exactly what went on during a sale, I was fairly certain that, when all was said and done, my three friends were all purchased by that dreadful fat man whom Karim had allowed to inspect us long after other potential bidders had been sent away ... and, unlike the others, had been allowed to deflower my dearest friend, Lady Katherine, in the most vilest of manner possible. Poor Kate!

Indeed, she had spent hours in our cell, long after the fat one had his way with her, wailing and sobbing. I had tried to comfort her, stroking her brow and clucking sympathetically, but to little avail. She would rather have killed herself than submit to that man-beast, and knowing her as I did I was certain that she put up quite a fight, but of course the end result was inevitable. And now, to add insult to injury, the man had just purchased her.

But now it was my turn. I stood at the far end of the block completely naked before as many as twenty or so eager buyers. In preparation for my sale, my handlers had bathed and then oiled my body to ensure that my pale skin would glisten in the harsh sunlight. My hair was combed attractively. They had even smeared a reddish substance around my nipples to darken the circle around them before roughly pinching and tweaking them to make them stand out as tumescently as possible as I mounted the block.

Once in position I froze like a statue ... petrified with shame at the thought of so many dark inscrutable faces out there, intensely scrutinizing me over from head to toe! They clucked their tongue and whispered to one another, presumably pointing out my assets and defects.

Behind me Karim's brother, playing the role of auctioneer, began speaking loudly and quickly in Arabic. The buyers leaned forward to catch every word. The only part I understood was when he mentioned my name, Lady Barbara, and shortly thereafter, the Duke of Cruxton, my father.

"Stick yer tits out and spread yer legs a little more like ye was trained, milady," instructed Steele in a stage whisper. When I did nothing but tremble, he snapped the tip of his whip across my buttocks. The sting of the lash caused me to start, and hasten to comply. A stir of renewed appreciation and interest rippled through the assembled buyers, who began to shout bids enthusiastically.

"Arms over head now and turn yerself about," ordered Steele. "Give them gents a gander at what a right-pampered naked English lady looks like!"

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I raised my arms and pirouetted thrice in a spirited little dance that my trainers had taught me to perform ... the main purpose being to wobble my upturned breasts and shake my arse cheeks provocatively. Murmurs of appreciation again rippled through my audience.

The pace of bidding quickened. The buyers pressed forward, jostling one another for the auctioneer's attention. Prodded by Steele, I pirouetted again and then again.

Then I spotted him. Seated to one side, surrounded by bodyguards and seemingly oblivious to the other bidders, was that dreadful fat man.

I tried to think of something else ... anything ... anything at all to transport me from this horror. I closed my eyes and imagined myself back home at Cruxton, in my father's house, safe in my bed. Mary had just entered my room, carrying a tray with my morning tea. She set it aside my bed, half-curtsied and asked if I should require anything else. I asked her please to draw the drapes, it being a glorious morning, and to prepare my bath. As she scuttled off to my bidding, I stretched and slid from my bed, wincing as my bare feet touched the cold floor.

"Bend yerself over now, and dangle yer tits," ordered Steele, rudely breaking my pleasant little reverie and bringing me back to grim reality.

I shot him a dark look and grimaced.

"Ye herd me! Do it!" he growled, brandishing his whip.

I faced the bidders, spread my legs a bit, cupped my breasts in both hands, pressed them to my chest, bent over, and let them fall free.

"Again!"

I repeated four times, tears welling in my eyes and streaming down my cheeks. The bidding was reaching a crescendo and my sense of humiliation had all but reached its limit.

"Now, turn yerself about, bend yerself over and spread yer arse!"

I balked. I refused to obey. Instead I just stood there and cried, wrapping myself in my arms and modestly crossing my legs.

An infuriated Steele jumped forward, reached out, grabbed me by the shoulders, spun me about and propelled me over to a stout wooden post mounted near the rear of the block. In an instant my arms were raised and my wrists slapped into a pair of waiting manacles. Then Steele began to use his whip on my backside. I yelped and raised one leg as the first lash crossed the backs of my thighs. A second sliced diagonally across my shoulder blades, slamming me against the post.

They kept coming, one after another! The more he whipped me, and the more I danced about, twisted and writhed under the lash, the more frenzied and louder the bidding ... so loud after awhile that it drowned out my cries and screams.

Then suddenly the whipping stopped and all fell silent. Slowly, cautiously, I raised my head, tossing back my hair. I wiped the tears from my eyes on the inside of my raised arm and looked over my shoulder in the direction of the bidders.

Seemingly cowed, they had all stepped back several steps and were silent, save for some whispering sullenly among themselves. Only the fat man and his bodyguards remained near the block. He sat there with a disinterested look on his face, but above his head he was holding up a pudgy forefinger.

Karim's brother made a hasty announcement in Arabic.

I had been sold.
This narration is very good, excellent.
I envy Lady Barbara, exhibited before such a large public avid!
As I read, I feel in me the longed feelings and emotions that Lady Barbara describes being humiliated and whipped mercilessly.
It does not matter the buyer, but the fact of being auctioned. Naked offered to a future owner to serve him in slavery and under the threat and practice of physical punishment ...
Without possible control, or limit ...
Wonderful!
 
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