It is fall in the Northern Hemisphere. Professor Barb Moore has convinced her friend Messaline to join her on a chartered Caribbean cruise to shed the chill of cool air. She booked the cruise through the THT Travel Agency. She didn’t know much about the agency but it had the best price and promised great adventures. The first days of the cruise are very relaxing and are blessed with beautiful weather. The women are enjoying their escape from the cool damp fall weather.
Of course neither woman read the fine print. In the far eastern Caribbean Sea the chartered yacht pulls up to a wooden sailing ship. Barbara and Messaline wonder what is going on. The yacht’s captain Gunner explains that it is their new adventure. The women reach for any form of clothing but are herded naked up a gangplank and onto the sailing ship. As they step onto the deck they are met by the ship’s captain, a woman known as Joan Tree.
She circles Barb and Messa gloating “These whores will bring good purses at the auction!”
“What auction? We are American and French women and I demand you free us” Barb snaps back.
“You are mistaken! You are slaves to be sold at the Moroccan slave markets. You will bring in a fine price I dare say!”
“You can’t do this to us! This is kidnapping” Barb exclaims as Messaline whisper for Barb to be quiet.
“Take this woman to the deck and hoist her up so she can receive the whipping she has earned” Joan Tree orders.
It would not be a pleasant afternoon for Barbara Moore.
She howls in pain with each lash that strikes her while Messa watches helplessly.
Of course neither woman read the fine print. In the far eastern Caribbean Sea the chartered yacht pulls up to a wooden sailing ship. Barbara and Messaline wonder what is going on. The yacht’s captain Gunner explains that it is their new adventure. The women reach for any form of clothing but are herded naked up a gangplank and onto the sailing ship. As they step onto the deck they are met by the ship’s captain, a woman known as Joan Tree.
She circles Barb and Messa gloating “These whores will bring good purses at the auction!”
“What auction? We are American and French women and I demand you free us” Barb snaps back.
“You are mistaken! You are slaves to be sold at the Moroccan slave markets. You will bring in a fine price I dare say!”
“You can’t do this to us! This is kidnapping” Barb exclaims as Messaline whisper for Barb to be quiet.
“Take this woman to the deck and hoist her up so she can receive the whipping she has earned” Joan Tree orders.
It would not be a pleasant afternoon for Barbara Moore.
She howls in pain with each lash that strikes her while Messa watches helplessly.