Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2023 13:42:01 +0000 From: Barcya Subject: SEVENTEEN FIFTY-FOUR pt 5 Thanks for all the replies and comments. I have been reminded that a story generally entails a storyline and not just a series of descriptions. Point taken! Remember to donate to Nifty! "time to empty the bucket!" called the Malay chief guard as he strode into the slave dungeon with his usual four giant South Asian attendants. The British slaves hastily clambered out of their way. They had been lying naked and shackled in this steaming, stinking slave pen for three days, their Scottish and Irish comrades imprisoned in the huge latrine at the centre of the chamber for their insubordination. The attendants unlocked and cast off the lid of the bucket. The stench was appalling, Then the four took the contraption onto their shoulders as carried it to a great door in the wall of the chamber. The door was unbolted and flung open. Fresh tropical air wafted in much to the relief of the white slaves. The door opened out over a deep rock pool fed by some rainforest stream some three metres below. The attendants then tipped the contents of the bucket, including the two frightened young sailors, down into the pool. Robbie and Hugh tumbled out in each others' arms. Apparently they had been intimately engaged during their imprisonment and were even now in passionate embrace. Not that that wasn't to be expected. With a yelp, the canoodling Scot and Irishman plummeted into the dirty pool below. Guards were already stationed at the banks ready to pull them out and clap them back in chains. But at least they were momentarily free and able to wash themselves, in as much as the water in this dumping pool could clean them. Having been bound again they were driven back into the slave pen with stinging whips. "Today, dogs will be scrubbed up. Buyers coming from Siam. White monkeys must be clean. Must be able to show off nice white asses and big funny dicks"- thus announced the Malay. Robbie and Hugh now just returned from their semi-cleansing were to join the rest of the British slaves, some 15men, in a more thorough wash. Having been bound into their coffle line, they were led out into the forest towards another bathing pool, this time much cleaner. The coffle consisted of the usual chains that bound the arms behind the back of the man in front to a collar of the man behind. However, their was also a highly uncomfortable wooden plank with two head-sized holes with which they were yoked one behind the other. They were driven to this pool where there were waiting many female attendants to both bathe them and shave them. It appeared that whoever the visiting merchant or potentate was, the pirates were really looking to present them with clean, properly scrubbed up white goods. At the pool, the local Indonesian women conscripted to do this work were raucously enjoying it. They laughed with each other as they bathed and shaved the enslaved European men, occasionally cracking them across their bare white arses and making fun of their white man-tackles. These they proceeded to bind with twine, thrusting them out for the potential buyers to inspect. `jaysus, Robbie. They think we're dumb animals, these bloody heathen women' whispered Hugh to Morrison as they were bent over together in the pool, the women washing their backsides. "Don't worry, Hugh boy, we'll show them. We're gonna be free soon. You and me. We're gonna break out. Find our way together" replied Morrison "We won't be free Robbie. If we try that here, we'll be dead" muttered Hugh in his despair "then we'll be free too" replied Morrison as the women came round their front. " Up now white piggies!" cackled one of the harridans "stand up straight! Smelly white assholes done. We'll be cleaning stupid whitey man bits. Don't misbehave now, pigs! Or we' might just chop them off! What would whiteys do then? No more fun! No mating! Not even bugger each other! Be good whiteys now!" The lads obeyed and stood up. The women made them stand with legs spread apart, hands behind their heads as they crouched in the shallow water and gleefully went to work on their dangling dongers.