Dawn II

I pushed and pulled at my oar along with the other slaves on my bench. My chest heaved up and down with my exertions. Sweat trickled down my soft skin as I worked my oar hard. It took less than half an hour for my white hair to be drenched in sweat. Wendy was chained next to me. I could feel my muscles begin to ache and I knew my row was falling behind.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Me, Wendy and the other slaves on my oar groaned in pain from the fresh lashes from one of the men tasked with keeping us on pace. My efforts doubled as I managed to will my muscles onward. I had long since realised that my slavery was an endless pattern of exhaustion followed by pain.

All I could see were rows and rows of naked women turning the oars.

I turned to see Wendy was struggling. This must have been having an effect on the oar.

I had spent a long time turning the oars to the beat of a drum and the crack of the whip. Wendy wasn't as used to this.

"Please, sir, Wendy is exhausted. Can you let her rest? I promise, I'll keep the oar-" The pirate whipped my back.

"You both need to be made an example of!"

The pirate dragged me towards the main mast. He gripped me harshly by the wrists and began wrapping the rope around my wrists, pinning them together. After securing my wrists, he began pulling the other rope stretching my naked form upward.

I stretched up until I was on my tiptoes. I looked to see the crew had begun to make their way to see what was going on. Wendy had been taken with them. They began to circle me, as a pirate tied Wendy to the other end of the mast, by her wrists. I felt the heat of the sun beat down on my pale sweat drenched skin.

I hung my head in shame as pirates began talking and discussing my naked body.

"Look at those big tits. Bet they make rowing harder."

Wendy and I were whipped simultaneously.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Three harsh lashes cut into our flesh.

More lashes cut and bruised our skin as we were helpless. Soon both of us were slumped and unresponsive to new lashes. Wendy moaned and groaned in discomfort as the pirate's thick member slid slowly in and out of her asshole.

"Such a sweet tight ass," he said as he delivered a harsh smack to her rump. He never stopping the pistoning back and forth, "You better learn to like it ****!" He said delivering another harsh smack to Wendy's round asscheek.

Wendy again moaned from the torment. Her long, brown hair hung limp across her back, covered in red lines from the whipping, pasted there by the sweat which continuously flowed from her.

At the end of the day, Wendy and I were in our cells. Wendy was laid on her stomach.

"How did you end up here?" I asked.

"Six years ago, Peter Pan took me to Neverland with my brothers," Wendy said.

"So what happened? In every version of the story I saw, it all worked out."

"I tried to fight Captain Hook."

"What?"

"It was stupid. I felt insecure because Peter was so much cooler than me. Like I had to prove myself. I lost and spent the next six years in some mines."

"I felt the same way about Felix. And Duncan."

"Tell me more about them."

"I knew them both in a previous life. I remember that Felix would sleep a lot. Anywhere: In the middle of class, or homework. Even after a teacher actually whipped him, he still did this."

"He was actually tortured with a whip and kept doing it? Was Felix stupid?"

"At one point Duncan thought his brother might be narcoleptic or something, even though Felix could stay awake just fine when something that interested him was going on. But we got the tests and everything done, consulted doctors, and everything came back normal. Nothing was wrong, he was just a lazy bum. I’d wake him up a lot by just staring at him. He had really good instincts, you see, so more often than not Felix would wake right up whenever he sensed someone staring at him. That ability was probably honed from years of trying to convince teachers he wasn’t trying to sleep in class."

"You think you'll ever see them again?"

"I hope so. I hope they already have. It's weird. I've been separated from them for nearly twenty years now but they still stick in my memory."