Captain Savage: The Fortress pt.4


The strong-arm man steps aside dissatisfied after his extensive, but abortive palpitation
against the chained woman. He rubs his knuckles as Sergeant Harris moves away from the
stove.
The massive man draws himself up to his full height in front of Jane. The red-hot poker in his
hands illuminates his bearded face demonically. He looks at Janes bare chest in pleasant
anticipation. Her athletic body already shows the marks of the former beating and some scars
from her fights, but tonight he would impress his personal seal on her soft skin.
Lieutenant Basington slowly walks beside his captive. She can feel his breath at her ear as he
starts to talk to her softly. \u201cBefore you decide to carry on with your silence I would like to
give you a word of advice. Sergeant Harris here has never failed to make someone talk. He is
very persuading and he really enjoys performing his labour. You have been very brave so far,
extraordinarily indeed. But this fine sergeant of the Kings own glorious army broke the will \u2013
and most of the bodies \u2013\u2026\u201c
The soldiers around chuckle grimly amused about the phrase.
\u201c\u2026of uncounted prisoners. Tough men, strong in body and deeds, full of faith in themselves,
finally told him everything he wanted to know. Often enough they even told him more than
that, just to stop the punishment. When he was through with them, everything that remained
of their former strength had turned into wretched sobs and weeps. Some of the men had even
gone utterly insane. And YOU are just a woman\u2026\u201d
Jane turns her head towards him and lifts a corner of her mouth. \u201cWhatever he may do to me
cannot be worse than your pathetic drivel.\u201d
He steps back, angry about Janes verbal slander in front of his subordinates.
\u201cWe will see.\u201d He hisses between his teeth. With a small gesture he beckons the sergeant to
start.
Sally turns up at the cell the very moment Harris receives his order.
With a quick glance around the doorpost she registers the whole scenery. Jane is hanging in
chains from the wall on the other side of the cell, bare-breasted and bruised with black and
blue marks, but her face is still showing pride and self-confidence. Regardless of her spouse
being snookered Sally feels a warm wave of relief and desire.
Two soldiers are standing next to the door. One of them has taken off his coat. The other one
is just giving it back to him together with his dropped weaponry.
A bearlike man stands between them and Jane, holding an incandescent poker in his hand.
Beside the giant there is one last man standing. His powdered wig and priggish attitude are
out of place in this miserable torture chamber, but Sally had seen officers like him in places
like that before. Behind their fancy uniforms and stiff upper lips usually a colossal pervert
lurked. She clenches her fist in anger. This time she would put the fear of god into their black
hearts. Full of grim intransigence she storms the cell right away.
Janes eyes are the only ones directed towards the door, making her first to notice the sudden
motion. Sensing her beloved pirate charging into the cell like the angel of death she feels like
within a feverish dream. Sally looks striking and irresistible, at the same time completely
unreal. The next moment Jane perfectly grasps she is not just dreaming.
Sallys furious battle-cry curdles the soldiers blood as she jumps through the air like a
tigress. A fierce high-kick takes the shirt-sleeved man off his feet. He smashes hard against
the wall. Before Sally even has solid ground beneath her feet her sabre splits the chest of the
second soldier. Both guns are falling from his hands, clattering on the floor. Blood stains his
white shirt and waistcoat. He breaks down with a look of surprise on his face.
\u201cHang in there, luv! Ill get you out of here!\u201d Sally calls out to Jane as she swings her blade
forcing Harris to block it with his poker.
Although watching her valiantly fighting saviour Jane notices Lieutenant Basington cowardly
reaching for his pistol. She knows that it does not matter if he kills Sally with his only shot.
The thick and massive walls of the dungeon absorb most of the sounds coming from its cells,
but a gunshot would alarm the whole garrison.
Before the officer can cock his pistol Jane collects her strength for the only chance she has.
Flashing into action she lifts up her legs entwining the chain between her ankles around
Basingtons neck. Unbalanced as she violently yanks him back he drops the weapon to the
ground. Down on the floor it sticks close to his tricorn.
All of a sudden he cannot breathe anymore. He tries to break the hold, but his desperate
measures only increase the pressure on his throat. Losing his voice he helplessly tries to call
Harris for help, but the Sergeant has to defend himself from Sallys attacks over and over
again. The coarse man shows an unexpected agility, but on and off the pirate breaks through
his defence with a kick or a punch. Sally steadily pushes him backwards, still without dealing
the fatal blow.
Meanwhile Basingtons face is distorted in agony. He does not dare to take away his hands
from Janes legs to grab his sabre instead. Nevertheless he feels his strength leaving more and
more.
\u201cDo you remember what I promised you, Lieutenant?\u201d Jane spits the words into his face with
a grim smile. He looks at her with wide eyes. She can see the fear within as Basington slowly
realises that he is going to die in this dirty chamber tonight. Nothing of his arrogance is left at
once.
Sallys foot darts against Sergeant Harris breast once more. Another man would have been
thunderstruck. The blow shakes him again, pushing him further back, however this time he
counters the attack immediately. With a heavy hit he slaps the sabre out of Sallys hand. He
growls triumphantly as he attacks again.
The disarmed pirate barely escapes being killed as she quickly draws aside. When the poker
aims for her again she nimbly rolls over the floor. Harris weapon throws out sparks as it hits
the place where Sally has been a moment before. She kicks at his knees, hitting him hard and
knocking him off balance. The poker falls to the floor while he tries to steady himself. Sally
reaches for the red-hot iron and scrambles to her feet.
Harris turns to face her. His giant hand reaches for his sabre. This time he is too slow. With a
scream Sally drives the poker through his left eye into his brain. An ugly sizzle rings out as he
freezes within his last motion. The stench of burnt flesh fills the room as he falls to the floor.
With a sigh of relief Sally releases the bunch of keys from his belt.
Jane observes Basingtons face turns from red to blue to purple. His tongue protrudes
hideously from his mouth. Jane squeezes his throat with all her power. Her arms hurt, blood
drips from her wrists, but relentlessly she chokes the life out of her tormentor. His legs jerk
for one last moment and then are still.
The pirate captain maintains her deadly grip on his throat until she is convinced that he is
dead. Panting heavily she eases off in her chains. Basingtons distorted face \u2013 mercifully
covered by his shifted wig \u2013 is lying right between her bare feet.
Just as Jane turns to Sally taking the keys she notices one of the soldiers moving. The man
who whacked her is standing up again. Blood flows from a gaping crack at his brow. Covertly
he has taken one of the muskets lying close to him during the fight. Now he charges from
behind, his bayonet aimed for Sallys back.
\u201cWATCH OUT!\u201d Jane screams out just in time to warn her lover.
Losing hold of the keys Sally turns around. Out of an unbelievable reflex she avoids the
perfidious hit and grabs the gun with both hands. Using his own speed against the soldier she
lifts her foot against his belly and throws him over. As he heavily blazes down on the floor
she already gets up on her feet. His gun in hand the pirate pushes her foot hard into his face.
\u201cCurse you!\u201d She cries out as she finishes the soldier with his own bayonet.
The pirates look at each other light-hearted.
\u201cI cant believe that you are here!\u201d Jane says honestly as her lover picks up the keys again.
\u201cThere must be a couple hundred redcoats inside this fortress.\u201d
\u201cMight be a few less now.\u201d Sally smiles as she opens the chain locks.
Shaking off the shackles the women embrace each other like they never let go again. They are
both covered in sweat, their wet skin reflecting the lights. Sally feels the warmth of Janes
bare breasts through the fabric of her vest. They feel the hot breath of each other on their
faces. Deeply grateful Jane looks into her liberators eyes.
\u201cHow can I thank you, luv?\u201d Full of desire Jane searches for Sallys mouth. Unhesitating the
blonde parts her soft, warm lips. Their tongues meet in a long and passionate kiss. It feels so
good to be together again! For a moment it does not matter to them being still down inside
this dungeon, surrounded by slain enemies. They take their time before breaking the embrace.
Yet they both know they first have to escape out of the fortress before they are safe\u2026