Date: Wed, 28 Oct 2009 06:34:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Thoby Andover <thobyandover@y7mail.com>
Subject: Harnessed Bucks: part 1

The story features some hard-core bondage in a fantasy setting, as well as
explicit male-to-male sex.

***HARNESSED BUCKS***

Being an account of the capture and harnessing of six prime bucks by the
Corsair Army, and their imprisonment and enslavement.

PART THE FIRST

As you know, it is among the habits of the Corsairs to take and imprison
any unfortunate enemy.  This imprisonment lasts until a slave-ransom is
delivered, which may be months or years, and during it, as you know, the
captives are used with some measure of barbarity and are subject to harsh
treatment.  As such, it is my duty to report to you the details of the
captivity I endured and how I was used at the hands of the hated Corsairs.
For in my eighteenth year I and five other cadets were taken near the
coast, for we had follied to approach the sea rather than continue our
northward journey arduously in the jungle.  How we lamented many times
afterward that we did not push forward on the jungle path, as ordered, and
instead chose what we imagined would be an easy progress on the beach!  Let
this journal become a lesson for those cadets who may contemplate
disobeying their superiors and who may read the following words soberly and
thoughtfully so as to not suffer my fate as a Corsair slave.

On the beach, myself and my fellows were in the open, such was the nature
of our dismal folly in being in that place.  Corsair raiders appeared on
horseback from the bushes and fell upon us in moments, whooping and
hollering.  With no opportunity for escape and heavily outnumbered, we were
ensnared firstly in nets, and then by cord binding our hands behind us.
Our arrest took so few moments, and occurred with such surprise that it
seemed that we were standing on the beach, stripped and bound and at
spear-point, before any one of us had gained a chance to yell a warning.

The Corsair raiders were jubilant at their trapping of six stout bucks, and
made joyful mention of the rewards they would subsequently receive from
their commanders.  It became apparent that this party of raiders had been
dispatched for just this purpose; to seize enemy cadets, and as such, they
were so equipped.

A man-leash was brought, and if you are not familiar with this device of
the Corsairs, then you would do well never to become acquainted with it.
The Corsair soldier secures his prisoner with this device in the following
manner: A tall, heavy leather collar is placed about the prisoner's neck
and a ringbolt on the collar attaches to a thick strap by which the
prisoner may be drawn along.  This is in the manner of a normal leash which
may be affixed to a dog or cow.  Additionally, however, a rough, broad
leather strap extends from the front of the collar down the prisoner's
chest and belly, and terminates in his nether regions.  Here, a shackle is
screwed tightly about the base of his penis and testicles, and he is
effectively and quietly tethered by his private parts and he may then be
fastened to a horse or cart or whatever fixture may be deemed suitable to
secure the prisoner.  Thusly, a prisoner is leashed by both his neck and
nuts.  The regrettable contraption is cinched tightly, and the cursing man
must follow every jerk and tug of his bridle diligently, whether at a walk,
trot, or gallop.  This was done to myself and my fellows, and when we were
each fitted with one of these devices, our hands were secured with iron
manacles behind our collars so that our elbows were raised high and our
armpits were presented.  When this was done, we did wail loudly at our
discomfort and our ill luck.  The thoughtful cadet studying this journal
will concern himself assiduously with not becoming a Corsair prisoner when
he learns that during my time in captivity, I did spend a far longer time,
both day and night, wearing this insufferable harness than I did spend out
of the loathsome device.

The tall collar kept my neck and head totally erect and facing upwards at
all times and I had to keep my chin raised so that I could not look down at
all.  The gauge and stiffness of the leather frontispiece kept my back
straight, and as well, any movement at the waist produced a tightening of
the ring securing my male appendage.  In this state I was immobilized and
constricted excepting whereupon my captors may wish to lead me, for my neck
and ballsack were so encircled that I was very anxious to obey every
command of my captors and to pursue every means by which my balls would not
be wrenched by them.  The Corsair soldiers had allowed myself and my
fellows to keep our boots, but it is my duty to report to any potentially
wayward cadet that not another skerrick of clothing nor stitch was upon us,
and we were buck-naked, excepting for our restraints, and we were to be
presently dawn willfully in this state before man, woman and child and the
general citizenry of the Corsair garrison, and not an ounce of modesty was
afforded us.  It is also my duty to report that our shame and nudity became
the least of our distress.

As we were led from the beach, our balls hurting and our clothes and
belongings discarded behind us never to be seen again, it is my sorry duty
to report that the curses and oaths which emitted from our mouths were in
no way seeming or befitting a cadet.  One of my fellows, Triss, was heard
to observe in an anguished tone that the price for our release would be
very high, young and fit as we were, and would be very reluctantly raised
for ransom, if at all, and that we very possibly faced years in captivity,
and he cursed to the Gods the person responsible for suggesting we come
onto the beach that day, never minding that this same person was, in fact,
Triss himself.  I don't know what effect Triss's observations were intended
to have upon our captors, but the result was mirth, and one was heard to
comment with amusement "All the more time for your ass-reaming, boy!"  This
remark did not produce an easy feeling in my belly, for as you know,
Corsair captives are used brutally.

On a nearby road, there were more Corsair soldiers, and our appearance
provided them with more laughter and amusement.  Comment was passed
according to the sizes of our respective cocks, and I was disturbed to find
myself the subject of special attention, for although each of us was
well-muscled and sturdy, I was the most youthfully graceful and supple,
being narrow of hip and slender about the waist.  These attributes earned
me some rude slaps on my bare buttocks and a tweak of my nipple.  Then a
hand caressed my backside softly and I felt a quick finger slip into my
crack and begin probing at my anus.  I grunted and moved, but the heavy
iron manacles kept my hands immobilized behind my head.  Thus, I was
prevented from taking any instinctive preventative measure, and the soldier
holding my tether pulled me forward and gave my penis a flick with his
forefinger and index-finger.

The comic effect of six hefty younkers, naked and man-leashed, shod in
their boots, grunting and swearing, lasted a little while.  But presently
we were affixed one behind the other, broad brass rings on our leashes
being fixed to the collar of the man in front.  First went Triss, who had
unwisely drawn undue attention to himself by his noisy laments.  Then
Riace.  Then Willard.  Then Luk.  Then Bron.  Then lastly myself, and I had
an ill feeling for being last in line, for my captors did explain in rough
language that since I was the prettiest, they did wish to see my ass
displayed more easily than my fellows.  I learnt that my eyes must fix upon
wherever my leash may wish to lead me, my view largely restricted to the
back of the head of the man in front, that man being Bron, the short length
of leash between the front of my neck and the back of Bron's being about
six inches. I found I must gauge and anticipate and smoothly follow the
movements of my restraint, for down below, my man-organ was gripped with a
tightness which made me cry out insistently, assuring my Corsair captors of
their error in over-tightening the nutshackle.  I strained onto my toes and
stayed close to Bron, my breast pushing against his back as if to heave him
along.  My buckled neck exerted upwards, bolt upright.  The front man,
Triss, was leashed to a horse ridden by a soldier, and it was obvious that
wherever that soldier should lead his horse, we six captured men should
also go, our bare, astern-facing rumps running, six in a row, at whatever
speed the horse should set.

The first jolting movement brought forth bellows of protest, and myself and
my fellows were heard to exclaim in pitiful terms upon the nature of our
predicament.  We pranced and danced, lightly on our feet, as our tight
manbuckles hoisted us into the air.  One man's movement caused a wrenching
at the nuts of his neighbours, both behind and in front, and in turn, those
men did jump and exclaim, causing more painful stumbling in our line.  We
quickly learned that we must jig and groove energetically in accord with
each other if we must avoid the most painful wrenching of our balls, and we
also learned that since we were so closely secured to one another, we must
also perform our dancing routine in upmost practiced harmony, as if we were
a trained troupe upon the most cultured ballet stages of the Empire.  Our
knees lifted high so that the leather-bound train of six youths did cause
the least purpose for the metal man-cuffs about our nether-regions to
strain on our organs unbearably.

As speed picked up, our ballet routine turned into a fast Go Go, and I was
singled out for hearty congratulations by my Corsair captors for the most
graceful way my hips did swivel and my ass did rotate.  In fact, the
Corsair soldiers, now all on horseback, did declare my ass the narrowest
and most vigorous among the similarly revolving asses of my fellows.  So
energetically did my hips gyrate that the soldiers did declare me more
skilled in the performing arts than many dancing whores and strippers, and
that I was most womanly and attractive in my bopping and jiving.

Our bellows quickly turned to more curses, and then to grunts, and then
only huffing and panting could be heard to emit from our lips for there was
no breath to spare.  We were pulled along at a fine clip.  Our formation
was that of a strange, twelve-legged, fast-moving, caterpillar-like
creature, tethered together as we were so closely.  After some initial
stumbling and painful and noisy entanglements, we did create a cadenced,
coordinated pace, our cocks jiggling and flip-flopping at the ass-crack of
the man in front.  I can say that I am as fit as a hunting hound and as
vigorous, but it is my duty to report that I had never run so far and as
fast as I did that day, leashed to a horse in a line of naked man-flesh.
My upper posture had to remain upright and steady as I ran in order to
transmit the minimum of jerking and yanking from my collar to my shackled
nutsack, and yet my hips and ass had to boogie-dance in pace and rhythm, to
ease the yanking that did occur and to keep up with the speed of the
ensemble.  Each one of us concentrated our efforts in not only keeping up
with the man-leash train and keeping slack in our respective tethers, but
also with keeping our bodies in line.  I learned that I must keep pace by
striding out at a near sprint.  At the same time, I had to hold my arms
steady with elbows up and wrists pulled back to the rear of my collar, for
any jerking and shifting in the region of my neck was conveyed to my
restrained scrota by the broad leather belt running down my breast and
belly.  Soon we were covered in a sheen of sweat, then dirt and dust from
the road stuck to our bodies and we appeared white, and soon after that,
more sweat mixed with the dirt and ran in rivulets on our persons.

At this juncture, it became apparent that my position at the very rear of
the leashed line of captured bucks did place me in a particularly
regrettable disposition, for the Corsairs had not neglected to equip one of
their number with a horsewhip, and while the backsides of my fellows where
obscured somewhat by whichever man was behind them, mine was not.  I
learned of this situation when I heard a whistling in the air, and the full
nature of the circumstance was delivered one moment later, when the
tail-end of the whip caught me on the buttocks, and I did announce my full
understanding of this state of affairs with a very loud bellow, for the
Corsair was an expert handler, and the flail did make contact right at the
end of its length and just at the point of highest speed, so that any
horseman would have taken pride in such a skilled execution of a
whip-crack.  Breathless as I was, I still did manage to wail most loud, for
the whip made my tail afire, as if a red-hot wire had been drawn across my
buttocks.

And in case I considered briefly that one stroke of the whip would suffice
to satisfy the unwelcome urges of my captors, I was quickly dispelled of
that notion, for I heard the whistle a second time, and a second crack did
burn my ass, and I howled lamentably, this stroke being just as
proficiently dispensed as the first, and regularly throughout my hellish
journey I did receive the tail-end of this whip, and I alone among my
fellows did feel it as I have previously described.

As I have said, I was able to see very little during this journey excepting
the rear of the noggin of Bron and where my short, thick leash attached to
his neck, and it became so that I did grow to hate and inwardly curse the
owner of that head, for his part in the prescribing of our shameful
condition and also for the fact that he was not subject to the stinging
whip as I was, and the stink of him did add to my anger, as did the oily
slickness of his body where I came against it.  The clanking and rattling
of various shackles and ringbolts was constant and reminded us of the
merciless contrivances with which we were leashed, never minding that we
needed no reminding of this whatsoever since our vulnerable parts were
enclosed as previously described.  The monotonous *clip clop* of our boots
on the gravel were to put me in the mind of a runner performing training,
as I had done in the past when covering long distances, but the cursed
restraints prevented me from adopting a proper runner's lope, and also
prevented me from entering that state of mind most conducive to hard
repetitive exertion.  It was impossible for any of us to lag or show any
kind of negligence in our pace, and it is my duty to report to the green
cadet who may think that due diligence and attention to orders are not
altogether necessary during campaigns against the Corsair Army, that the
described consignment of six younker-lads in man-harness did cause in the
minds of those cadets a solemn undertaking to never again be remiss in our
duties.

In brief order, my chest was burning with effort and my legs were similarly
afire, and my cock slapped from side to side with each pace.  Also, my arms
did ache with agony as I kept them up and back over my head.  In one pace,
my boot did tramp into the dirt road well ahead of where Bron's had done so
previously, and the hoof of Bron did meet the road ahead of Luk.  Such can
serve to illustrate how closely we were tethered and how mindful we had to
be of our movement as a whole unit, lest we become jumbled and yanked
horribly by our man-leashes.  We entered a river crossing and we were able
to drink and to douse our dusty mouths, but the Corsair soldiers allowed no
slowing down and we wriggled desperately in the water to keep close.  Back
on dry road we were once again covered in dust and mud which was spat up
from beneath the hooves of the horse, and again we resumed our transit at
top pace, and presently, the whip whistled in the air again.

"Strong, fit lads such as these have no trouble with a dainty jaunt such as
this!" a Corsair soldier was heard to comment, but that soldier was on
horseback and his six captive lads were the only persons on foot, and none
of those six lads had the breath to answer him and tell him that two
forced-marches in a row, with full kit, would be preferable to shipment on
a man-leash.

"Keep those cocks spinning, faggots!  I want to see them *SPINNING!*"
another was heard to bellow, and it is my duty to report that we were
offered no choice as to whether our members did act as windmills, and if
our schlongs did spin and twirl about as we ran, as directed, then we were
only too happy to cause them to do so if that action brought about more
slack in our tethers.

I became aware of various other users of the road, and it made me thankful
because I thought that this could be a sign that we were closer to our
destination.  As we passed a wagon traveling in the opposite direction, I
was able to twist my neck very slightly and I caught the eye of that
wagon's driver for an instant.  The driver was a man of about forty years
and in my single glimpse, I did catch his look of surprise, and I did
contemplate the type of astonishment that such a person may feel upon being
confronted with leashed, naked prisoners, and I imagined the view of the
six cocks, spinning and flapping in their ringbolts, and also the view of
the six bare-arsed bucks as they double-marched in time and in close-line
behind the horse.

But I had little need of such contemplation.  When we came to the Corsair
garrison, I adjudged that we had run fifteen or twenty miles and that I had
received about twenty whip-strokes on my behind, and by this time our
breathing was mostly an audible rasp.  Before entering the compound we were
run through a town and paraded for onlookers, and there were many comments
from folk, generally expressing their satisfaction at the sight of us and
at the prowess of the raiding party who had captured six strong younkers.
My legs felt as if they had been pumped full of ache and pain and all I
cared was for the running to stop even if it meant remaining naked in the
main street, and thankfully we were taken through the gates of the compound
where our boots clattered on the stone tiles and our journey came to an
end.  'Thankfully' I say, because the running did stop, but the compound
afforded us absolutely no comfort.  We were separated from the horse and
from each other but the hateful man-leashes remained on our persons.  We
were not washed or given any drink, and we were told to stand upon specific
individual cobblestones which were painted differently to the rest.  This
order we hurried to obey, but we had nevertheless already done something
wrong, we were told, and this was that we had failed to exclaim "YES SIR,"
at the conclusion of the order, and a Corsair commander in particularly
resplendent uniform angrily informed us of this.  With this news we were,
one by one, held by soldiers at the front by our leash arrangements and
each delivered by the commander of six angry cuts with a long riding
swipple on the buttocks, which produced yelps of pain from myself and my
fellows.  It may well be deduced that this punishment was particularly
painful to me, my ass already being striped numerous times by the
horsewhip.  Secondly we were further held quite still from behind with a
Corsair soldier taking a fistful of our hair tightly, and the commander
then gave six more slashes to each man on his face with the swipple, three
across each cheek.  These blows were given hard and did make us exclaim
with the utmost hurt and indignation, and our thrice-striped cheeks did
mark us as Corsair prisoners for many weeks afterward, and even at this
early juncture it should be obvious to the diligent cadet that the Corsair
Army suffers under no restriction of the use of the whip, and that the
captured cadet will be afforded every benefit of its use.

When the commander had carried out this punishment, we were made to kneel
in a row whereupon our ankles were tied behind us to our collars with
lengths of cord, so that each man arched backwards on his widely parted
knees, his neck drawn back by the cord, reaching behind his head with his
manacled hands and his cock and nuts dangling in his ring-bolt, and while
this was done to us, we took care to shout "YES SIR," whenever a word was
spoken to us or an order bawled in our direction.  Thusly, I was restrained
so uncomfortably that I could feel the heels of my boots at the small of my
back and I could see the side of the cobblestoned square which lay behind
me, which appeared to me up-side-down.  At this stage of the proceedings, I
am sorry to report that I felt a hand sliding under me and reaching for my
rearward crack, and a finger entered my anus and did manipulate my inner
regions, causing me to squirm and whimper, and despite the hurtful pulling
of the man-leash and the hand at my whip-striped buttocks, my member became
hard and rose up fully, and many a Corsair did see this and was moved to
mirth, and I did curse my disobedient cock, for it remained as hard as an
iron bar and did cause me discomfiture both in the tightness of the
nutshackle and the shame it afforded me.

At this point a sergeant came to each of us and took our names.  It is my
duty to remind you at the current juncture that any cadet taken by the
Corsairs may expect, before even his name is taken, to be hauled twenty
miles or more at cracking tempo in a man-leash and at the tail-end of a
whip, and to expect no Corsair soldier to have reason to remove the
horrible restraint or to lay down their whip when the journey is done.  The
cadet may expect to be given no rest, excepting whereupon he is laid down
to be further manacled, and he may expect to be given no water, excepting
that which he may take for himself from a river, and he may expect the
things done to him to be as I have described.  When his name is finally
taken by an Corsair official, he can expect his head to be wrenched by his
hair as the questions are asked and he must bawl "SIR," "SIR," "SIR," with
every answer to every question.

We remained bound and restrained on our wide-parted knees in the compound,
shackled into our leashes by neck, wrists, and nuts, with our ankles lashed
behind us to our collars and our arms reaching behind us to the extremes of
our posture, and I did hear some of my fellows, such as Riace, sobbing in
despair at his lamentable situation.  I myself saw no benefit in crying
out, wailing, or otherwise enunciating upon my wretchedness, as I surmised
that there would be no person within earshot disposed to relieve me, and I
determined that the only thing to be done was to bear my misery as best I
could.

Unfortunately our humiliation in the compound was not yet done this day,
and a Corsair soldier stood over me and asked "Thirsty, boy?" as indeed I
was.  The man pizzled on me and soon his fellows saw his idea and evidently
thought it a good one, for shortly thereafter many men were pizzling over
each of us in thick, warm streams.  I was thoroughly splashed all over with
man-piss which mixed with my dried sweat and the dirt from the road, and
formed a puddle about me and went stale in the sun, and gave me to thinking
of the filthy urinals of Citadel Stadium.

It is my duty to report on these facts, for the cadet who pays heed will
make every endeavour not to be taken, and will serve his commanders
diligently and efficiently.  The cadet who is taken prisoner is no use to
his division and the treatment he receives at the hands of the Corsairs
will be considered his just punishment.  This was the first day of our
captivity and as the sun went down, water was finally given to us.  It was
poured into our upturned mouths from a jug, for we had knelt face up and
bent back for some hours, all that time fully restrained, cramped in our
shackles and, as for myself, my whip-stripes smarting with dried piss.  We
slurped greedily and I did make sure to gulp as much water as I could.
Then, presently, our wrists were released from our manacles and our ankles
untied, but the heavy neck-to-nuts man-leashes remained locked upon us.  We
rubbed and massaged our poor testicles and inspected them with utmost
concern, trying to ease the tightness with which they were shackled.  Then
we were given one wooden, leaking bucket of dirty water between us and one
small, worn scrubbing brush and we were ordered to scrub the piss from the
compound tiles where the Corsair soldiers had deposited their urine, and we
did make haste to obey as best we could, shouting "YES, SIR!" and hurrying
back and forth between the bucket and the six stinking piss-puddles,
carrying a small amount of water in our cupped hands and rubbing on the
tiles.  This was done quickly, for the Corsair soldiers were most
impatient.  Then we were herded toward what looked like some cellar stairs
and I am sure as we hobbled along we made a pitiful sight in our nakedness
and with grime covering our bodies.  Our postures remained erect and we
delicately tip-toed, for our cocks were still restrained and by now were
badly sore in their shackles.  The stairs led to a dank hole, and there
were further stairs going down, and it became evident that this was a
rotten prison, with the smell of decaying vegetation.  We went down and
down, and the steps and passageway became narrow and dark.  Some soldiers
carried torches and I could see that the stone walls were running with
water and my flesh did goose all over my body due to the cold, wet
atmosphere.  I surmised that we were in close proximity to the garrison's
underground sewage works, for a dreadful stink did rise from below, and
presently a close cell was found for us.  There was room in the cell for
hardly one man, but that is where all six of us were put.  Our foetid
dungeon measured about one foot wide by a yard long, and standing in it, my
shoulders easily touched both sides.  We were pressed within it and a heavy
iron door shut behind, and we could hear three heavy bolts shooting home
followed by the clanking of locks.  Within the cell we stood pressed
together all facing the rear wall, one man behind the other, with each
man's nose in the hair of the man in front and his body pushed against him,
and each man similarly in close proximity with the man behind, excepting
whereupon that man be Willard, who stood at the rear wall, his face against
the wet stone, or Triss, who stood with his arse squashed against the iron
door.  There being no room whatsoever to turn about, and it being pitch
dark in our meager dungeon, there was nevertheless initially much pushing
and movement from the six men confined within as each jostled and swore at
his predicament and insisted the others make the room to which he was
entitled.  In very short order, however, it became apparent to all of us
that there was no room for any to spare and that the only thing that could
be done was for each of us to raise our arms and place them across the
heads and shoulders of the men in front, in order to create a slight amount
of space at our sides.

There was a very fine suggestion in our overcrowded abode that one man may
lie on the floor between his fellows' legs, and in this way, we might take
turns at taking some rest, since our legs had been punished dreadfully that
day and were still very sore, but there proved no room even for a man to
get down, and in any case, there was a foul liquid down there in which our
boots splashed and we could already feel a multitude of vermin and roaches
crawling on our legs.  The hole in which we stood stank of putrid waste and
the walls ran with cold shit-slime, and soon our bodies ran with it too,
making us oily and slippery.  It was well, in one way, that we were pressed
together so tightly for it was cold in that underground compartment.

Despite the cold, and despite our tired dispositions, and despite the
wretchedness of our current situation, and despite the extreme discomfort
of the miserable man-harnesses, we were healthy young lads nonetheless, and
confined so closely together with much squirming and rubbing, our cocks
grew.  A period of time passed in the cell whereby we fucked each other in
a chain, front to back, each man entering the man in front with his prick
and similarly being fucked by another man from behind.  The exception to
this rule in one instance was, of course, Willard, who lamented with loud
curses his position at the front of the queue and who had no warm man-hole
before him to satisfy his urges, and who, unable to turn or move or to
re-arrange his stance with relation to his companions, had nothing to fuck
but a slimy stone wall.  The other exception was, it needn't be stated, was
Triss, who had none of us confined behind him and who fucked Luk before
him, who in turned entered me.  My own cock, very stiff, was gratified by
Bron and I hardly cared whether Bron was so inclined to have me inside of
him or not, since he couldn't move and my urge had grown very quickly and
strongly and unexpectedly and it was obvious that my loins were to remain
closely pressed to his posterior for the duration of our confinement in
that rancid prison.

At one stage, I believe, each of us who had an opportunity to do so were
fucking simultaneously in the compact arrangement I have described, and the
small cell, as well as being chock-filled with the bodies of six bucks, was
additionally host to much groaning and bumping and slurping as we struggled
together, our pelvises thrusting and writhing as best we could make them do
so in our packed environment.  I came inside Bron quickly, in a powerful
burst, and it was not long at all before my cock swelled again and was
inside him a second time.  It remains a mystery as to how my urges grew so
quickly and strongly despite the close surroundings of that squalid,
shit-stinking hole.

Presently, however, our urges subsided and we faced a very, very long time
thus confined.  It is my duty to report to the cadet who is derelict of his
own duties and who is taken by the Corsair Army, that he will learn to
sleep on his feet, as I did, and he will not expect any comfort to be given
him, in keeping with the description of the inhospitable prison cell I have
provided.  And if that cadet thinks that what I have related so far may
appear altogether unreasonable and brutal, let him know that there occurred
later parts of our captivity whereupon we did sincerely wish ourselves back
in that same cell, and that same stinking cell, when we were out of it, did
assume the countenance in our minds of a feather bed, for in it we did
sleep, and were not goaded and tormented by our captors.

The preceding account deals with the first day of our capture, and while
the reader may have been surprised to learn of how the Corsair Army behaves
in the treatment of its prisoners, he should also be aware that this day
was only one among many we did spend as captives, and the continuation of
this report contains more startling disclosures as to the Corsair Army's
cruelty and ingenuity.

Thoby Andover
thobyandover@y7mail.com