"We are saved, there are people." And Arthur trotted to the shore. People really were there. But then, headlong running towards them Sveta, for some reason she did not want to.

Half a hundred meters from them, on the sand was a boat half pulled out of the water. People were bustling around her. Sparse bushes hid them with Arthur from the views of strangers. And it was in these strangers that something wrong that immediately alerted Svetlana. Dressed in picturesque rags, unshaven, six strangers, gave the impression of very dangerous subjects.

But Arthur was already running towards them, waving and shouting

“We are American citizens. We need help. “All the same, a long life in America can turn a person into a moron. No matter, first look around, estimate hmm ... to the nose, and then act.

Light tried to keep Saleeva, but where there. The American was dusting strangers to strangers, dragging Svetlana along with him. And the closer they approached the boat, the less they liked the Light. The strangers noticed them and turned to them.

Two blacks, a mulatto and three whites. But here's the clothes. On blacks, mulatto and one of the white, out of clothes, only loose canvas pants. But the two remaining, more dressed. On one, the same canvas ports to the middle of the calf, and a shrunken shirt, but on the last pants, like everyone else, but with boots on the legs, with cuffs, a shirt with wide, free sleeves, a short vest, a wide red scarf, tied with a belt , leather sling over the right shoulder. And to carry a hanging sword without a scabbard, and from the left boot stick stick dagi.

In the boat, Sveta noticed several guns, not modern, but dummy-looking old muskets, which she saw on the wall in Saaleeva’s office. Only these were not dummies. Rubbed with chipped bed, scale on the trunks, scratches. Battle iron, with nothing you will not confuse.

They approached the strangers close, Arthur, still trying to explain to them, but Sveta already understood, they were in trouble. And they got stuck, on a grand scale.

This is not the actors and not poluchknuty roleviki. All grown-up. Smell.

Homeless at the three stations smell better. A wild mixture of a long unwashed male body, stinking of sweat, spawning unwashed clothes, rawhide, foul water, wet wood, tar, sour cabbage, corned beef, and the sour smell of iron.

She will think about the reality of what is happening later. Dima once taught, accept the situation for what it is, you will think and evaluate later. First you need to survive. Mulat and one of the whites, the one in the shirt, began to walk around them in an arc, cutting them off from the undergrowth.

Few people looked at Arthur. Hungry eyes were fixed on her.

“Arthur, shut up. Look around, mudilo. We hit. “Sveta spoke Russian. Arthur fell silent and began to look around. He clearly did not understand, or did not want to understand what was going on, which is not something that does not fit into the framework of the usual concepts and stereotypical situations. He was still trying to adjust the environment to his usual standard.

While Arthur was trying to deal with the situation, she dealt with him herself.

The Spaniard in the vest, took a couple of steps to him and hit. Short, without swing. Strong poke in the solar plexus, Saleeva folded in half. The American fell to his knees and began to catch the air with his mouth.

“English creature. I'm going to hide your skin from the living, you bastard. “He spoke in Spanish a little strange, but understandable. Two, a black man and a white man, grabbed Saleyev and knocked his hands on the sand and began to knit his hands. On any attempt, that either to say, they with obvious pleasure, began to beat and kick poor Arthur.

The Spaniard turned his face to Svetlana. He looked well over thirty, with a curved scar crossing the left side of his face, starting above the eyebrow and ending at the mouth.The left eye was clearly injured, the upper eyelid was pointed, and it seemed that he was aiming. A thin, hunchy nose, a predatory grin, black mustaches, bending around the corners of the mouth, went down to the chin, and were swirled with a short goatee. A scarf was tied on his head, in the manner of a bandana, when it was red. He gave the impression of a predatory beast, and a very dangerous beast.

And now, this beast looked at Svetlana with hungry, greedy eyes. And smirked. He perfectly understood that she had nowhere to go.

“English whore. We were lucky. Don Esteban will be pleased. ”

Even without these words, the Light perfectly imagined what awaits her. A crowd of hungry sailors and blonde.

Mulatto and white came close to her. A wave of smell hit her nose, the ubiquitous aroma of garlic, men's sweat and vinegar almost turned her inside out. Sveta coughed.

Strong male hands grabbed her. She did not resist. What for. She and so raped. And not just once or twice. Against six armed men, no TEKWONDO will help. It's only on the screen, the heroine famously scatters the crowd of villains, jumping and swinging her legs. In real life, one butt is enough with a butt in the jaw, or with a saber flat on the back of the head, or with a fist in the forehead. Experience in such matters, the guys obviously do not take. Her task now is to survive. Survive by any means.

The Spaniard came close to her. Raised his hand, held the back of his hand on the cheek. And backhand whipped Sveta across the face.

"Whore" he breathed in her face.

Sveta was silent, only bit her lower lip in pain. The Spaniard looked at her with interest.

“In the boat them. Let the owner decide what to do with them. ”

Light tied behind the back of his hand and thrown to the bottom of the boat. Her escorts were having fun with might and main, dragging the bound Svetlana into the boat. Dumped wherever possible. They fumbled under the T-shirt, then they pulled it up and, with a laugh, put their breasts on display for all to see. Feel pulled everyone except the Spaniard. He sat on his nose and watched her and Arthur. When looking at Saleyev, contempt flashed in the eyes of the Spaniard, but he looked at her with very different eyes. Interest, that's what was read in them.

And for some reason, Sveta realized that she had an enemy. No not like this. ENEMY. And now, she was completely at the mercy of this enemy.

The blacks greedily squeezed their breasts, pulled their nipples painfully, spread their legs and squeezed the crotch, figured out how to remove the shorts of brains was not enough, and the Spanish forbade tearing. So ass and pussy, pawed through the cloth, even though their dirty hands did not get there. But it is for now. But over her breasts, amused herself. While this fun continued, Sveta made no sound. Only when the Spaniard, who was not restrained, began to twist her nipples with strong fingers, tears came to her eyes, and she could not hold back a faint moan. Satisfied tormentor released the victim. For a time, they both understood it.

The boat approached the side of the ship and dropped a rope ladder and a pair of cables from there. They and Saleev were dragged aboard and thrown onto the deck. Orange vests, torn from them first thing, thrown nearby.

“Jorge, I see you with a catch. What kind of fish got into your net. ”

“The British, Don Esteban. Damned British. Fat English bastard and his English whore. ”

Lying on the deck, face down, Svetlana saw only the legs of the speakers.

They were raised. Svetlana carefully looked around. NDA The picture is joyless.

Thirty or so people crowded on deck. All in the same picturesque rags, someone better, someone worse, except for one.

He is a tall, lean man, middle-aged, with shoulder-length black hair, a mustache, a classic goatee, a swarthy, arrogant, aristocratic face.

It is dressed, in difference from the others, rather purely. White, thin shirt with wide sleeves and narrow lace cuffs, open to a hairy chest. The burgundy braid embroidered, a greasy vest to the middle of the thigh, on the head a black cocked hat with short white, ostrich feathers, brown short knee-length trousers, gray stockings and shoes with large metal buckles. A leather sword belt is slung over his shoulder, with a sword in a sheath and a long dagger.On the fingers, several rings are gleaming with gold and stones.

It seems that this peacock is the notorious local authority, Don Esteban.

And the Spaniard, then the name is Jorge, and he seems to have Don in the brigadiers. And the English here are clearly not favored.

Don approached them. After scrutinizing Saleeva, he went to dessert. By Svetlana, I mean.

Having hooked her two fingers on her chin, he turned his head to the right, to the left. He grunted contentedly. Slightly pulled back. Surprisedly raised one eyebrow, looking at scant clothing. Finger hooked bottom T-shirts and pulled up. The freed breasts pleased Don Esteban. Grabbing Svetlana by hair, he pushed her to a low door in the aft superstructure.

Light did not resist. Pushing the woman inside, the captain ordered

"Undress. “The room was tiny. Single bed, a desk with a chair, a wardrobe, a large locker, that's all.

Svetlana took off her shirt and pulled off her shorts. The captain looked with satisfaction at the naked woman standing in front of him.

Pointing to her bed, he took off his belt and laid it on the table. Then he began to undress.

Sveta was lying on her bed and watching the captain. When under the trousers were found not the first freshness, smelly, lace pants with suspicious spots, she already distorted. Why her underwear in the tropics, she did not understand, and the vest of thick woolen cloth, as well as pantaloons. But surely, the top also has a woolen caftan. Well this is how you should not love yourself, so that in such ammunition you can bathe all day in the tropical heat. And a wig on his head, instead of a hat with earflaps. Masochism, however.

The naked, hairy captain leaned on top of her. Don tried to insert a member, but he is not yet strong, and the vagina resembled the Sahara desert. The Spaniard began to get angry.

Svetlana put a palm to her mouth, and having plentifully wetted her fingers with saliva, smeared the entrance, catching a member with her hand, sent it inside herself.

The captain puffed, working hard on the prey. Garlic, sour wine and tobacco were borne out of his mouth. Sveta tried to turn her face away, but he turned him around and sputtered her saliva.

“Look at me, puta. In the eyes. “Light looked into the captain’s muddy, watery eyes. A large drop of sweat fell from the tip of his nose and fell on her lips.

Hardly cope with the nausea of ​​Light moaned. Maybe this is how it all ends quickly. And indeed, Don Esteban twitched, groaned, pouring accumulated sperm into it.

When finished, he buried Sveta's nose in the neck, rather puffing. Then he rolled off her and sat on the bed.

Pulling the pants, again grabbed Svetlana by the hair and pulled out.

The captain pushed Svetlana to the deck, she tripped and fell from a shock

“Until the morning it is yours. In the morning we set sail. Just look, do not spoil my good. If you cripple, or God forbid ditch, I will lower the skins. ”

A satisfied hubbub was the answer.

Naked Svetlana, who was lying prone on the boards, pulled her legs to her stomach, lifted herself up on her hands, and from under the blond hair tangled into her face, tangled strands, looked with horror at the crowd of the hungry sailor approaching her.