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Celticvirgin

Celticvirgin

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Donal sat on a rock and looked down at the cove where Tash was swimming. It was a beautiful Summer afternoon in Baltimore on the South West coast of Ireland in June 1631. The harvest the previous year had been great and the pilchards that the village relied on for trade were plentiful. Life was good for the villagers but Donal felt extra lucky as he was betrothed to Tash, his childhood friend. Donal had reason to feel lucky. Tash O' Driscoll was a beautiful girl of 18 years. Sallow skinned with dark hair and brown eyes Tash had an athletic figure from swimming and hard work. She was friendly and outgoing and best of all loved spending time with Donal. Himself, Donal had the same athletic figure and was a charming, good looking boy. He watched for the occasional flash of brown skin in the water below as Tash swam across the cove. At last tired after a long swim Tash came out of the water smiling at Donal the way a young girl smiles at the one she loves.
Far out at sea Jan Janszoon gazed towards where he knew land to be. The Murad Reis as he was known was the captain of the foremost Barbary slave ship sailing out of Algeria hunting for slaves to be brought back to The Dark Continent. Men, women and children, it didnt matter to him. Men became galley slaves or agricultural workers. Women were sold into domestic duty or again as farm workers. Girls, especially the pretty ones were sold to be in the harems. Whitaker, The Englishman who had told him of Baltimore in exchange for his freedom came alongside the slaveship captain. ' Not far now sir till we can weigh anchor, should I tell the landing crew?'. ' Yes do please' was his answer. Murad Reis went back to his cabin to prepare for the attack. In Baltimore village at her home, Tash peeled the potatoes for dinner and thought of her 19th birthday the following day.
 
It was after dinner there was a soft step and a knock outside Tash's home. It was a fine bright evening and would be bright for another few hours and Donal was there to chat her into her 19th birthday. 'Be careful love', said Maire her Mam, and 'happy birthday' she added with a wink. Donal and Tash wandered down the lane towards the cliffwalk hand in hand. Up the lane between the gorsebushes to the best view in the county. Looking over the splendour of a West Cork evening the two lovers sat together and looked out to sea. The night was quiet apart from the sounds of the wild and the two could hear shouts and voices from behind the hill. Intrigued they went a bit further as the voices got louder, a language they didn't understand. The gorse blocked their view but as the path went down to the next cove footsteps on the stones. Tash was first to see them; an fear gorm, the blue men, native Algerian sailor pirates. Surprise in Donal's eyes, the smile gone from Tash's as she saw the musket and sword on a belt. Tash turned to run and screamed at Donal but too late. The first captives of Baltimore were taken at gunpoint, Tash was grabbed and a hand put over her mouth to stop her screams and Donal was pistol whipped and pulled away back down towards the cove.
 
Tash and Donal were dragged down to the cove where four row boats were pulled up on the strand. Donal, unconcious was tied hand and foot and put lying in one of them. Tash looked at him worriedly and looked up at her captor. He had her in an iron grip with his left hand and his other hand still over her mouth. Another man was getting cord and set about tying her feet and her hands behind her back. As he loosened his grip over her mouth to gag her Tash screamed and sank her teeth into his hand. The man screeched, looked at her once and gave her an almighty wallop across her face, knocking her off balance onto the stony beach. Tash screamed in pain and screamed again, her head was yanked back and a smelly rag stuffed in her mouth.
 
Tash lay on the beach unable to do anything. Her cheek was on fire after the slap and Donal was out cold. 20 men were on the beach already and more were in the boats. They were well armed and they were a tough, serious looking group. No one paid any attention to her apart from one man who seemed to be in charge. Most of the men were obviously Algerian or Morrocan save for the two men in charge, both white, both speaking in English but one in a foreign accent.


It was he who was interested in Tash. He barked out an order and the men started moving up the hill towards the village. He looked at her and licked his the corner of his mouth. Making up his mind he stood over Tash. ' You my dear are going to fetch a pretty penny on the market in a months time, I hope you have many friends as pretty as you to make this fucking awful trip worthwhile. Now sorry but I need to check the merchandise'.
Taking a hold of Tash's neckline Murad Reis tore it downwards exposing her chest. Now bending over her he took each side in his hands and ripped open her dress, completely exposing her beautiful breasts and shoulders. Standing up he looked down at the terrified girl. Putting his boot squarely in the middle of her tummy he pressed her into the ground. 'Yes, this trip maybe worth it yet.'
 
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Taking a hold of Tash's neckline Murad Reis tore it downwards exposing her chest. Now bending over her he took each side in his hands and ripped open her dress, completely exposing her beautiful breasts and shoulders. Standing up he looked down at the terrified girl. Putting his boot squarely in the middle of her tummy he pressed her into the ground. 'Yes, this trip maybe worth it yet.'
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Wow, Tash. Pp is absorbed. He has become addicted to some from Eul before today then she shuts off his supply. Don't do that too soon please?
 
Donal came to in the small boat as Murad Reis stood over Tash. Red clouds over anger overcame him but he could do nothing only shout obscenities. He should have stayed quiet. The tall Dutchman looked at him and gave instructions to two of his men waiting at the boats. As plumes of black smoke appeared from the village direction and screams could be heard a sturdy post was driven into the ground. It was stained with dark patches and had a rusted ring at one end.


Donal, still struggling was pulled off the boat and dragged to the post. A rope was tied around his wrists and passed through the ring. Tash started to cry as her beloved Donal's arms were pulled high above his head and the shirt was stripped off him. Wide eyed with fright she watched as one of the pirates positioned himself behind Donal with a fearful looking whip. Murad Reis nodded his head and held Tash's hair so she could not look away. Donal waited for the first lash. When it came across his bare back and licked around him he roared in pain. The pirates were here now and a terrible sight greeted the first villagers as they were herded like cattle down the path and onto the beach.
 
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Donal, still struggling was pulled off the boat and dragged to the post. A rope was tied around his wrists and passed through the ring. Tash started to cry as her beloved Donal's arms were pulled high above his head and the shirt was stripped off him. Wide eyed with fright she watched as one of the pirates positioned himself behind Donal with a fearful looking whip. Murad Reis nodded his head and held Tash's hair so she could not look away. Donal waited for the first lash. When it came across his bare back and licked around him he roared in pain.
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Pp may well have to watch his back. Not in fear of Tash but as competition.
 
Murad Reis knew about how to control people. Be they his own men or the human chattles that they hunted he knew that without being able to assert his authority he was lost. So before the villagers arrived in the cove he and some of his men had been busy. Around 20 stakes like the one that Donal was tied to were sunk into the ground so as in full view of the entrance to the cove. Donal's stake would be the first they encoutered and Murad wanted it to make an immediate and frightening impact.


Tash had begged Murad to stop Donal's flogging to no avail. His screams for mercy had fallen on deaf ears and after 30 lashes his back was a bloodied mess. He hung from his wrists limply from the post. Murad was pleased but he had another plan. Dragging the now distraught Tash by the hair he pulled her over to the same post. Cutting the cord that held her arms behind her back he retied them in front of her and passed another rope through the loop. She screamed and spat in his face, 'YOU BASTARD, LET ME GO', but he just laughed as he passed the rope through the same ring that held Donal. Now he pulled the rope, lifting her arms high above her. Tearing off the last of her dress, he exposed all of her young body for all to see. Finally her legs were tied and she was immobile. Screaming and shouting curses at Murad she was one of the first to see her fellow villagers enter the cove and needless to say they her.
 
Tash squirmed and pulled at the cord that bound her wrists, it hurt to fuck digging into her wrists and her shoulders started to ache from being suspended. Behind her there was no noise from Donal but they had at least stopped whipping him. She was completely exposed as the first people came onto the beach and she went red with shame.

Tara knew everyone that came onto the cove that morning. It was her Mam who saw her first and shouted her name in horror. ' OH MY DARLING WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YA', Maire screamed as she recognised her daughter and tried to run to her. Her Mam was just out of the line of villagers when she was grabbed by one of the pirates. 'So my pretty, this is your mother?' he shouted at Tash as he dragged her to a post. Tash shouted and screamed as her darling Mam was tied to a post her arms embracing it as a lover. Her shirt was ripped off her shoulders exposing her tanned bare back.

The villagers huddled in little groups and watched as Maire was stripped. Tash looked on horrified and mute with shock. Murat whistled to get everyones attention. ' IRISH, YOU ARE NOW SLAVES ON YOUR WAY TO AFRICA, IF YOU DISSENT YOU WILL BE KILLED, YOU HAVE NO ESCAPE, IRISHMEN, BEFORE YOU THINK OF ATTACK OBSERVE YOUR BOY YONDER, IRISHWOMEN BEFORE YOU THINK OF REFUSING MY MEN OBSERVE MOTHER AND DAUGHTER IN FRONT OF YOU!'

Now the little cove was silent as Murat's men got busy. Two went behind Tash and untied Donal, Tash tried to look behind her, she called his name but all she got was a grunt from him. They stripped him of his remaining clothes, two more men came to help, one had a bucket which contained four large spikes and a hammer. He showed them to Tash as he passed her. 'NOOOOOO', she screamed! Donal was held up by two of the pirates as the other two lifted his arms high above and behind Tash's head, his wrist was held to the post and WHAM, WHAM, WHAM!
 
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Tash squirmed and pulled at the cord that bound her wrists, it hurt to fuck digging into her wrists and her shoulders started to ache from being suspended. Behind her there was no noise from Donal but they had at least stopped whipping him. She was completely exposed as the first people came onto the beach and she went red with shame.

Tara knew everyone that came onto the cove that morning. It was her Mam who saw her first and shouted her name in horror. ' OH MY DARLING WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YA', Maire screamed as she recognised her daughter and tried to run to her. Her Mam was just out of the line of villagers when she was grabbed by one of the pirates. 'So my pretty, this is your mother?' he shouted at Tash as he dragged her to a post. Tash shouted and screamed as her darling Mam was tied to a post her arms embracing it as a lover. Her shirt was ripped off her shoulders exposing her tanned bare back.

The villagers huddled in little groups and watched as Maire was stripped. Tash looked on horrified and mute with shock. Murat whistled to get everyones attention. ' IRISH, YOU ARE NOW SLAVES ON YOUR WAY TO AFRICA, IF YOU DISSENT YOU WILL BE KILLED, YOU HAVE NO ESCAPE, IRISHMEN, BEFORE YOU THINK OF ATTACK OBSERVE YOUR BOY YONDER, IRISHWOMEN BEFORE YOU THINK OF REFUSING MY MEN OBSERVE MOTHER AND DAUGHTER IN FRONT OF YOU!'

Now the little cove was silent as Murat's men got busy. Two went behind Tash and untied Donal, Tash tried to look behind her, she called his name but all she got was a grunt from him. They stripped him of his remaining clothes, two more men came to help, one had a bucket which contained four large spikes and a hammer. He showed them to Tash as he passed her. 'NOOOOOO', she screamed! Donal was held up by two of the pirates as the other two lifted his arms high above and behind Tash's head, his wrist was held to the post and WHAM, WHAM, WHAM!
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Geeeez, Wragg. What have we let loose on cf? No holding back with Tash is there?
 
The post rocked and shook as the spikes were driven into Donal's wrists. He was in an awful state now, screaming and roaring as he was crucified to the wood. Blood spurted in great blobs as the nails went through bone and flesh and fell on poor Tash's face and body. Tash herself was in pure and wild shock and horror at what was happening behind her. She screamed to Donal as loud as she could that she loved him as no other in life. The pirates moved to his legs and lifted them off the ground. His ankles suffered the same fate as his wrists as they completed the crucifixion.
Every hammer blow vibrated through the wood to Tash. Donal, the happy boy she grew up with was to die Christ's Death, the enormity of it was too much and she screamed abuse at his torturers. One of them, blood splattered and evil rounded the post and looked her up and down. Grabbing her by the neck he spat something in a foreign tongue. Walking around the post again he bent to the ground and picked something up. Donal screamed at him in an awful gurgled voice, 'LEAVE HER ALONE YA CUNT' HE ROARED. Tash heard the lash of the whip behind her and another roar of pain from Donal. Then the fucker was in front of her. He unfurled the blood streaked thong of the whip. Tash O' Driscoll, 19 on that day, looked at him in horror and tensed herself for that first lash of Murat Reis' Barbary Whip.
 
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