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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
The natural order on La Gomera!Beatriz shagged and Barb flogged?
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
My absolute pleasure!Complete set inserted now. Thanks Fossy.
Well, at this rate, Barb will never discover America. Is that a problem?
Doesn't seem fair somehow, and I'm worried about that last stroke of the whip.Beatriz shagged and Barb flogged?
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Migoz2
Senator
Not for America........
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montycrusto
Guest
I thought Barb discovered Minnesota..
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Actually, as Columbus thought he was in India, and he was in America, Barb thought she had discovered Minnesota, but she was in Arkansas.I thought Barb discovered Minnesota..
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
While Barb continues to mull over what direction our heroine's adventures should take next, I am continuing to read through the diaries of Barbara Morales that I have in my possession, so that I can identify what from her writing to share with you next. In the meantime here's a chance to catch up with what we know to date about Barbara Morales life up until she stowed away ...
Barbara Morales back story
Barbara Morales back story
1492
Barb showing a distinct lack of poker-face.. :doh: :devil: Well, they were about to poke her arse
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And that was the scene when the Governor and the Inquisitor finally showed up to take charge, and all eyes shifted to the scaffolding on the far side of the square, upon which a hooded bare-chested executioner had just appeared, ax in hand. OK, I understand! Execution by burning at the stake is...
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September 6, 1492.
On the morning of 6 September, three weeks to the day following the completion of Bárbara Morales’s brutal flogging on the deck of the Santa Maria, Cristobal Colon ordered his tiny flotilla out to sea.
Bárbara stood at the rail, watching as the Santa Maria, La Pinta and La Niña cleared San Sebastián harbor. With Trade Winds filling the sails, the three small vessels surged westward, and it wasn’t long before the volcanic cores of La Gomera and her sister Islands diminished to lonely sentinels on the horizon.
Bárbara gathered from rumors overhead on deck that Colon had received word that three Portuguese caravels had been spotted near the island of El Hierro. Fearing they had been sent to capture him, he had ordered a hasty departure.
Enjoying the breeze in her hair and the sun on her face, Bárbara relished the newfound freedom she had been granted to be on deck. Relative freedom, that is ... for she was shackled at the ankles, and given only a rough ... and all too short ... woolen seaman’s blouse to wear.
Still relative freedom was better than none ... after all, she had spent most of the past three weeks in the darkness of the carrack’s hold, shackled to a ship’s timber and lying on a bed of straw. There she had been well-fed, and attended to daily by the Carrack’s physician, Juan Sanchez, who’s ministrations had led to a long, but complete, recovery from her flogging. The bruises had faded away, and the many small cuts had scabbed over and healed with scarcely a trace.
Nothing to complain about, really, she thought to herself. Cristobal had appeared from time to time ... in order to satisfy his lust ... but hadn’t demanded anything out of the ordinary. And, he had brought her news, which served to break her complete isolation.
She found out, for example, that Diego had become a favorite plaything of the insatiable Countess Beatriz and, quite amazingly, the woman had appointed him Governor of La Gomera. Apparently the former Governor had succumbed to blood poisoning contracted from an ax-cleaved foot.
She also learned that Colon was himself also a favorite of the Countess, and had been spending a considerable amount of his time visiting her boudoir while Diego was off attending to his newfound governing duties.
Egotistical to a fault, Colon had also made a point of trying to impress Bárbara, during his nocturnal visits to her side, with his theories and dreams regarding discovering a shorter passage to the East, in addition to the fantastic fame, honors and riches that he was certain would be bestowed upon him by his royal Castilian backers for accomplishing such an amazing feat.
She was not beneath calculating that, should he be successful, it might not be a bad idea to put herself in a position to benefit as well ... and resolved to greet his sexual demands, going forward, with a modicum of enthusiasm rather than disinterest, disdain or disgust. What had she to lose? With Diego gone, she was on her own and she fully intended to make the best of it.
As she shuffled in her shackles about the deck, she also found she was on better terms with the crew. They seemed to have accepted this young woman in their midst, looking up from their work to smile at her ... rather than merely leering ... sometimes offering a friendly nod or even an exaggerated mock courtly bow.
They were not beyond ogling her long bare legs or her barely covered bottom, but she no longer felt threatened and was genuinely touched when invited to join them for the daily hot meal of biscuit, salted meat, and dried peas prepared over an open fire in a sandbox on deck.
Only Alonso appeared to be unhappy with the situation, and sat glaring darkly at her as she laughed and openly flirted with the others. What it was that seemed to so unsettle him, she couldn’t fathom. She bore him no malice for the terrible flogging he had meted out to her, recognizing that he was only carrying out his duty.
The general gaiety on deck was soon interrupted, however, when a lookout called down from high in the rigging above a distant sighting of the Portuguese squadron.
The pursuit was on. Suddenly all hands were scrambling to set sails and rigging for maximum speed. Weapons were secured from the arsenal and Bárbara, much to her surprise, was issued a small sword. Was it really going to come to that?
A long afternoon was spent thrilling to the chase as superior seamanship eventually bested their Portuguese pursuers, and by nightfall they found themselves alone and safe, wallowing on a quieting sea ... the Portuguese having disappeared from sight and presumably left far behind.
In celebration, Cristobal Colon ordered kegs of wine tapped, and the revelries went on well into the night.
Freed of her ankle shackles by a pair of sympathetic seamen, and plied with wine, Bárbara’s inhibitions melted away, and she found herself dancing for the entire crew ... twirling about and weaving amongst the men, provocatively raising her seaman’s blouse above her hips and shaking her bared bottom ... much to the delight of all ... and staying ... always ... just beyond the groping grasps of her drunken admirers ... that is until ... finally cornered ... somewhere near the main mast ... she allowed herself to be stripped naked and carried aloft, stretched out horizontally and supported by a dozen rough and weathered hands.
TO BE CONTINUED
September 6, 1492.
On the morning of 6 September, three weeks to the day following the completion of Bárbara Morales’s brutal flogging on the deck of the Santa Maria, Cristobal Colon ordered his tiny flotilla out to sea.
Bárbara stood at the rail, watching as the Santa Maria, La Pinta and La Niña cleared San Sebastián harbor. With Trade Winds filling the sails, the three small vessels surged westward, and it wasn’t long before the volcanic cores of La Gomera and her sister Islands diminished to lonely sentinels on the horizon.
Bárbara gathered from rumors overhead on deck that Colon had received word that three Portuguese caravels had been spotted near the island of El Hierro. Fearing they had been sent to capture him, he had ordered a hasty departure.
Enjoying the breeze in her hair and the sun on her face, Bárbara relished the newfound freedom she had been granted to be on deck. Relative freedom, that is ... for she was shackled at the ankles, and given only a rough ... and all too short ... woolen seaman’s blouse to wear.
Still relative freedom was better than none ... after all, she had spent most of the past three weeks in the darkness of the carrack’s hold, shackled to a ship’s timber and lying on a bed of straw. There she had been well-fed, and attended to daily by the Carrack’s physician, Juan Sanchez, who’s ministrations had led to a long, but complete, recovery from her flogging. The bruises had faded away, and the many small cuts had scabbed over and healed with scarcely a trace.
Nothing to complain about, really, she thought to herself. Cristobal had appeared from time to time ... in order to satisfy his lust ... but hadn’t demanded anything out of the ordinary. And, he had brought her news, which served to break her complete isolation.
She found out, for example, that Diego had become a favorite plaything of the insatiable Countess Beatriz and, quite amazingly, the woman had appointed him Governor of La Gomera. Apparently the former Governor had succumbed to blood poisoning contracted from an ax-cleaved foot.
She also learned that Colon was himself also a favorite of the Countess, and had been spending a considerable amount of his time visiting her boudoir while Diego was off attending to his newfound governing duties.
Egotistical to a fault, Colon had also made a point of trying to impress Bárbara, during his nocturnal visits to her side, with his theories and dreams regarding discovering a shorter passage to the East, in addition to the fantastic fame, honors and riches that he was certain would be bestowed upon him by his royal Castilian backers for accomplishing such an amazing feat.
She was not beneath calculating that, should he be successful, it might not be a bad idea to put herself in a position to benefit as well ... and resolved to greet his sexual demands, going forward, with a modicum of enthusiasm rather than disinterest, disdain or disgust. What had she to lose? With Diego gone, she was on her own and she fully intended to make the best of it.
As she shuffled in her shackles about the deck, she also found she was on better terms with the crew. They seemed to have accepted this young woman in their midst, looking up from their work to smile at her ... rather than merely leering ... sometimes offering a friendly nod or even an exaggerated mock courtly bow.
They were not beyond ogling her long bare legs or her barely covered bottom, but she no longer felt threatened and was genuinely touched when invited to join them for the daily hot meal of biscuit, salted meat, and dried peas prepared over an open fire in a sandbox on deck.
Only Alonso appeared to be unhappy with the situation, and sat glaring darkly at her as she laughed and openly flirted with the others. What it was that seemed to so unsettle him, she couldn’t fathom. She bore him no malice for the terrible flogging he had meted out to her, recognizing that he was only carrying out his duty.
The general gaiety on deck was soon interrupted, however, when a lookout called down from high in the rigging above a distant sighting of the Portuguese squadron.
The pursuit was on. Suddenly all hands were scrambling to set sails and rigging for maximum speed. Weapons were secured from the arsenal and Bárbara, much to her surprise, was issued a small sword. Was it really going to come to that?
A long afternoon was spent thrilling to the chase as superior seamanship eventually bested their Portuguese pursuers, and by nightfall they found themselves alone and safe, wallowing on a quieting sea ... the Portuguese having disappeared from sight and presumably left far behind.
In celebration, Cristobal Colon ordered kegs of wine tapped, and the revelries went on well into the night.
Freed of her ankle shackles by a pair of sympathetic seamen, and plied with wine, Bárbara’s inhibitions melted away, and she found herself dancing for the entire crew ... twirling about and weaving amongst the men, provocatively raising her seaman’s blouse above her hips and shaking her bared bottom ... much to the delight of all ... and staying ... always ... just beyond the groping grasps of her drunken admirers ... that is until ... finally cornered ... somewhere near the main mast ... she allowed herself to be stripped naked and carried aloft, stretched out horizontally and supported by a dozen rough and weathered hands.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Migoz2
Senator
What an interesting change in direction this is! Very nicely done, Barb. I am seriously impressed. (Although I seem to keep saying that about your work, so I shall have to try and think of another way of saying it...!)
Yes, lovely though the Canary Islands may have been, history tells me that it was time for Colon and Bárbara to move on. Diego was getting to be a drag, and besides there were those pesky Portuguese out there.
So new discoveries to be made, new worlds to conquer, and new perils to avoid or somehow outlast.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Wonderful writing Barb, and a very plausible change in direction for Barbara Morales. Could it also signal a change in her fortunes too? Somehow, given that her ankles remain shackled, her dress short ... Very short ... and now she is being carried away naked to be banged by the gang, I doubt it!
Loved the brilliant read. Thanks Barb.
Loved the brilliant read. Thanks Barb.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Enjoying the breeze in her hair and the sun on her face, Bárbara relished the newfound freedom she had been granted to be on deck. Relative freedom, that is ... for she was shackled at the ankles, and given only a rough ... and all too short ... woollen seaman’s blouse to wear ...
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Did she ever have any?
Barab is very selective in choosing lovers. I've heard she invented the expression, "Hi, Sailor!"
I'm rather disappointed with this section. So out of character for our Barbara.