Blackheart

Chapter 2 – Bejeweled

The Blackheart pirates were known and feared throughout the Caribbean and much of the Atlantic.  They were rumored to be ruthless and cruel and crude.  No merchant ship wanted to be anywhere near them.  Most naval vessels also steered a long course around them if they could.

The Blackheart pirates derived their name from their captain who was known around the region as Blackheart.  Behind that nickname was a woman named Robin Somerset.

“We can get rid of the head now,” Robin said as she climbed onto the deck of the Bedeviled.  She just swam back from the merchant ship and climbed up the rope ladder that was hanging down the side of the ship.

“Aye, Captain,” replied one of the men.  He grabbed another crew member and they went to the front of the ship.  One tended the lines as the other climbed out over the water.  The man had to hold his breath because of the horrid stench and he worked as fast as he could.  He pulled out his knife and sliced through the rope, letting the head drop down into the sea.

The crew was very tight; almost like family.  So it was with great sadness that Robin happened upon one of her crew members, a week earlier, meeting with an officer of the Spanish navy.  The two men were hunched over a map as Robin rounded the corner in Tortolla.  She held back as soon as she saw them, hiding from view.

Andrew, from her crew, was pointing at the map.  He would move his finger along the map and then punch at a point on it.  Then he would move his finger again and punch.  This kept up for awhile until the office folded up the map.  He pulled out a pouch and upended it on the table, spilling a dozen gold coins onto it.  Andrew collected the gold coins and stuffed them back into the pouch, heading off toward the ship with the pouch in his hand.

Robin was devastated.  She had been betrayed before but never by someone from her own crew.  She had to make sure it would never happen again.

“You are guilty,” she proclaimed thirty minutes later when she got done interrogating Andrew.  There was no trial.  There was no calling of witnesses.  The captain was the law on a pirate ship.  “And you will be executed,” she declared.

“Strip him and stretch him on the bench.”  The bench was the usual site for punishment.  An offender could be bent over it or stretched lengthwise over the top.  On this day, the offender was stretched, lying on his back, looking up at the tropical sun that was descending toward the horizon.

She ordered the crew onto the deck to witness the sentence.  And then she began.  She drew her dagger and carved a heart-shaped design into the man’s chest.  He shrieked with pain as the blade dug into his flesh.

Then she reached to his crotch and grabbed his balls, stretching them away from his body and causing him to howl again.  With a swift motion of her hand, she sliced the sac away from the offender, eliciting an ear-piercing shriek.  Then she stuffed the severed balls into the traitor’s mouth.

It took several minutes for the Bosun to stitch the mouth shut.  The needle pierced the lips over and over again but eventually the balls were locked behind the perpetually sealed lips.

Robin sliced her blade across the man’s throat, causing a fountain of blood to erupt.  Within a minute, he lay lifeless.  She raised her sword and brought it down swiftly, severing the head from the body.  Then she had the crew hang the head from the bow of the ship.  It would serve as a gory symbol.

She was not proud of what she did.  But she could not tolerate treachery.  An example had to be made of the man who betrayed her and his ship mates.

But the head had been on display for a week now.  It was time to cut it down.  It reeked.

Despite the brutality of the killing of the traitor, however, the Blackheart pirates were generally a lighthearted and loving bunch.  They adored their captain and lusted after her body.  They loved to party and relax.  Piracy was just a profitable business to them.

Robin sneaked up on Rachel and spanked her ass.  Rachel yelped and straightened up, ready to admonish whoever had struck her while she was bent over the maps and studying them.  “Oh, it’s you.  I might have known.”

“I just couldn’t resist that ass,” grinned Robin.  “It was practically begging to be spanked.”

Rachel did not hold a grudge.  Instead, she pulled Robin to her and kissed her as she threw her arms around her, hugging her.  The embrace and the kiss went on for long moments.  But before the kiss ended, Rachel raised a hand and brought it down loudly on Robin’s ass.

“Yikes!” squealed Robin as she felt the hard spank.

“Sorry,” said Rachel.  “I couldn’t help myself.  It was practically begging to be spanked.”

Robin kissed Rachel again and then turned toward the maps.  “Are there any other stops before Bitter End?”

“Nope,” replied Rachel who did most of the navigating for the pirates.  “I think we should head for port in the morning.”

Robin took Rachel’s hand and pulled her from the room.  “Then your work is done here now.  Come with me.  I need it bad!  And then we can figure out which of the girls we want to keep.”

“Oh, we’re keeping one?”

“I think so,” replied Robin.  “I’ll let you choose.”

Robin pulled Rachel and tossed her back on the bed.  Since she was already naked, she didn’t have to waste any time undressing her.  She dove onto the bed and wrapped her arms around her navigator, kissing her and letting her hands freely roam over the silky flesh.

Rachel was also blonde.  But while Isabelle’s hair was fine and silky and almost platinum, Rachel’s was thick and lush and was more of a strawberry blonde.  She liked to tease it out on days when she knew they would be fighting and still wore it that way today.  It gave her the appearance of a lion with a full, rich mane.

“Please help us,” one of the girls sobbed.  Along one of the walls, three cages were lined up, each holding a naked teenager.

“Please release us,” pleaded another.  “We have done no harm.”

“Hush girls,” said Robin.  “We’ll get you out in a bit.  We’re busy right now.  So just relax and enjoy the show.”

Robin returned her attention to the navigator.  She kissed her lips again and then trailed her lips down over her chin and along the length of her throat, leaving little kisses behind.  She rolled herself on top of Rachel and then kissed the upper swells of the gorgeous breasts.

Isabelle had been right.  She was a tit woman.  She loved them in all shapes and sizes.  She loved their taste and their texture.  Rachel’s breasts were larger than Robin’s although not nearly as large as Isabelle’s.  But they were perfect.  They provided generous swells beneath a blouse when Rachel was wearing clothes and they swayed seductively when she was not.  They were perfect to Robin.

Robin reached up and ran her hands along Rachel’s arms until she got to the wrists.  She wrapped her fingers around the slender wrists and pinned them to the bed as her lips claimed the left nipple.

“Ooooo!” cooed Rachel.  “I just love it when you make me your prisoner.”

Robin nipped at the tender bud between her lips with her teeth, eliciting a squeal from Rachel.  “Captive, maybe; prisoner, never.”

Robin feasted on the glorious breasts for over ten minutes.  She licked them.  She fluttered her tongue over the stiffening nubbins.  She sucked as much breast meat into her mouth as she could and then let her teeth rake slowly along the sensitive flesh as she let the breast slide out.  She pulsed the nipples in and out between her lips.  And she rolled them back and forth with her teeth as she clamped down on them.  Rachel was moaning by the time Robin decided to move on.

“Eeeewwww!!!!” squealed one of the girls as Robin’s face moved between Rachel’s thighs.

“Hush girls!” admonished Rachel.  “Keep quiet!”

Robin was in no hurry.  She wanted to bring Rachel to the edge and keep her there.  She started by slowly lapping along the petals which were already dewy from Robin’s work on her breasts.  She sucked one labia between her lips and then slid her lips along its length.  She repeated her actions with the second one, savoring the taste of her frequent lover.

She curled her tongue and plunged it deep into Rachel’s sex, causing the prone woman to suck in her breath.  Then she withdrew her tongue and scooped between the succulent petals until she reached the clit.  She wrapped her lips around the little bud and sucked it in, pulsing it several times.

There was a knock at the door.  “Captain?”

Robin raised her head and Rachel groaned at the interruption.  “Enter,” called out Robin.

Another one of the crew members opened the door and stepped inside.  “The ship has been secured for the night and all repairs have been completed, Captain.”

“Thank you, Bones,” replied Robin.  Bones smiled as he saw the captain and the second mate lying naked on the bed.

“The men asked that they be allowed to visit the other ship to enjoy the women, Captain.”  He glanced at the three caged girls who gasped in unison at his leering.

“That’s fine, Bones,” said Robin.  “Have them do it in shifts, though.  Keep enough crew on board in case we have to get underway in an emergency.  And return here after you have organized the rotation.”

“Aye, Captain,” he responded as he opened the door again and stepped outside.  “I’ll be back once we set the watches.”

Robin went back to devouring her friend’s sex.  Within minutes, Rachel was groaning again.  Robin paused to make sure that Rachel didn’t climax, causing her lover to whimper in frustration.  The captain pursed her lips and simply blew on the juicy clit.  Rachel’s belly was quivering, indicating that she was near climax.  But Robin wasn’t ready to let her cum yet.

There was another knock at the door.  “Enter, Bones,” called out Robin.

Bones stepped into the room again and closed the door behind him.  Robin called him over to where they were lying and he stepped to the side of the bed.  He was wearing only a loin cloth and it was a simple matter for Robin to reach out and untie it, letting it flutter to the floor.

The cock that was revealed was large, even though it was not fully erect.  It hung like a giant hose between the male’s legs.  She leaned to the side of the bed and ran her tongue along its length.  “I need some help, Bones.”

“Aye, Captain.  Give me your commands.”

Robin parted her lips and captured the tip of the cock in her mouth, sucking it in.  She fluttered her tongue over the bulb and then moved her head forward, letting the cock slide deeper into her mouth.  Eventually, it touched the back of her throat and she pulled her head back.  She had never been able to take Bones fully into her mouth.

“Eeewwww!!!” squealed one of the girls again.  Rachel turned her head and just glared at them.  They turned silent again.

Within minutes, Bones was sporting a full erection.  The cock was straining and twitching when Robin pulled her head back and released it.  Robin rolled off of Rachel and pulled on the cock, guiding Bones onto the bed.  Then she led the cock to Rachel’s awaiting sex and watched as it disappeared into her lover.

Robin returned her attention to the breasts and toyed with the stiff nipples as Rachel writhed beneath the male.  Robin slid a hand down Rachel’s belly until she reached her sex.  She let her fingers touch the shaft that was impaling Rachel, enjoying the feel of the slick pole as it sliced in and out of the well lubricated sex.  Eventually, she turned her attention to her lover’s clit and started slowly strumming it.

Rachel was moaning again and gasping for air.  Robin bit down on one of the juicy nipples, eliciting a groan, and kept her fingers moving.  The pain in her nipple mixed with the pleasure that she felt from the fingers and lips and cock and pushed her over the edge.  Robin continued strumming the clit and Bones kept slamming his cock into the second mate.  Rachel climaxed again and eventually Bones tensed and groaned, spewing his seed into his officer.  Robin moved her lips to Rachel’s and kissed her, letting her fingers lie still as Rachel came back down to earth.

“Let’s take a better look at what we caught today,” suggested Robin after Rachel recovered and Bones left the room.  She got off the bed and went to the cages.  One by one, the girls were removed from the cages and bound with their hands stretched high over their heads.  They were already naked, having been stripped shortly after being brought on board.

Robin and Rachel started at one end.  The first girl’s mouth was pried open and they inspected her teeth, almost as they would if they were assessing a horse.  The muscles were squeezed and the skin was stroked.  Breasts were lifted and palpated.  A finger was probed into the girl’s sex and then into her rectum.  She squealed at both intrusions and was blushing furiously by the time they moved on to the second girl.  This process was repeated on both of the other two girls.

“Which one?” asked Robin.

“This one,” replied Rachel, walking back to the first girl they had inspected.  She was a beautiful blonde with a well developed and very feminine body.  Robin approved of the choice because this girl had the largest breasts of the three.  She would provide hours of entertainment.

“Good choice.  I’m just going to get the other two ready for tomorrow.”  She opened a drawer and pulled out a curved needle.  She attached a black thread to the needle and then stepped in front of the girl in the middle.  “Hold her still for me.”

Rachel moved behind the girl and placed a hand on each side of her head, holding her steady.  Robin raised the needle to the girl’s face.

“What are you going to do with that?” asked the girl in a frightened voice.

“Hold still,” replied Robin.  “I’m going to give you a little ornament.  It will only hurt for an instant.”

“Please no,” begged the girl.  “Please don’t hurt me.  I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Hush, girl,” said Robin.  She moved the needle closer and, in one swift motion, plunged it through the girl’s septum.  The girl shrieked but by that time, Robin had pushed the needle all the way through.  She reached into the drawer again and pulled out a little piece of jewelry.

Robin held it up and fed one end of the thread through the little eye at the top of the jewelry.  She then snugged up the thread until the object almost touched the nose.  When she was finished, the object rested against the girl’s upper lip.  It was a tiny black onyx, carved in the shape of a heart.  Robin sold all of her slaves like this.  They wore the symbol of the Blackheart pirates whenever they were sent to the auction block.

They attached an identical heart to the other girl who was to be sold and then the three girls were stuffed back into their cages with a warning not to lose their jewelry or things would be very bad for them.  They stood back and admired the decoratively bejeweled girls and then it was Rachel’s turn to make love to Robin.

To be continued