Blackheart

Chapter 3 – Bemoaned

The two women with black onyx hearts dangling from their noses were sobbing, one of them uncontrollably so as they bemoaned their fate.  “I’m so sorry, sweetie,” she wept over and over again.  They were tied with their hands bound over their heads.  The rope around their wrists led up to a cable that stretched across the courtyard.  A second cable ran parallel to it.  And tethered to each cable were about ten naked slaves waiting to be sold.

On the second cable, directly across from the two sobbing women were two teenage girls with matching black onyx hearts resting on their upper lips.  They were crying also.  “It’s all right, Mama.  It’s not your fault.”

The woman who was sobbing uncontrollably was looking at her beautiful daughter.  She had already figured out that they were to be sold and she realized that this might be the last time she ever saw her daughter.  And she realized that her precious girl would likely spend the rest of her  life in slavery.

The second woman kept looking down each of the lines of slaves, looking for her own daughter, Abigail.  But she was nowhere to be seen.  Had she been kept as a slave to the pirates like they had kept Carla, the beautiful redheaded aunt of the second teenager with the black heart dangling from her nose?  Everything seemed so helpless.

Men and women walked up and down the two lines of slaves.  Most of the slaves were females although there were three men also being sold.  The people wandering by were an even mix of men and women.  Some of the shoppers liked like they might be pirates.  They were dressed in seafaring garb and looked like a rugged lot.  Others were dressed in their finery and looked like they were either from the city here or were passengers on one of the many ships in the harbor.

Bitter End was built at the end of a long, narrow island.  There was a harbor here that protected the ships from inclement weather.  Two forts sat at the ends of long peninsulas that wrapped around the harbor.  These provided protection from unwanted guests.

The city itself was built at the edge of the water.  It had started as an outlaw outpost but, as people moved there to participate in the booming commerce, it became more and more gentrified.  Now there were more merchants and barristers and bankers than there were outlaws.

“Oh look, dear,” said a woman as she stopped in front of the two teenagers.  “Two virgins.”  She reached up and ran her finger along the white ribbon that circled the neck of one of the girls.  Then she reached higher, rubbing the backs of her fingers across the girl’s cheek.

The woman’s husband stepped up beside his wife and raised his hands to grasp the girl’s breasts.  She winced, more out of shock and disgust than anything else.  He had not gripped her hard.  “I don’t know how a pretty little thing like this could have remained a virgin.  How old are you, girl?”

“Sixteen,” she sniffled.  She tried to back away when his fingers captured her nipples and rolled them back and forth.  But he squeezed down on them, holding her in place and causing her to yelp.

The wife moved to the girl standing beside her and had similarly claimed the beautiful pair of breasts.  “I don’t know how the Blackhearts catch such pretty women.  They always seem to have the finest merchandise here.”

“Should we buy one of them?” asked the husband.

The wife heard uncontrollable sobbing behind her and glanced over her shoulder.  She saw two more black hearts dangling from noses.  “We should look at all of the merchandise before making our decision.  Look, Charles.  Two more Blackheart girls.”

They both stood in front of the two mothers and, once again, breasts filled their hands.  They squeezed the soft flesh and toyed with the nipples.  “These are a bit old for my taste,” said the husband.  “They’re better suited for entertaining sailors and pirates in the brothels.”

Both women sobbed louder as they listened to the conversation.  Both were beet red from the humiliation of being naked and openly pawed and from being declared too old.  The daughter stared in wide-eyed disbelief as she saw the woman handling her mother’s breasts.

“Oh, I don’t know,” said the wife.  She leaned down and flicked her tongue over one of the nipples she held in her hand.  “I think they’re lovely.  I think almost everyone would enjoy owning these two.”

“Well, so far, I’m eying one of the two virgins.  But let’s check out the other goods.”  They wandered down the two lines and continued inspecting merchandise.

For two hours, people wandered by.  Breasts were squeezed.  Pussies and asses were probed.  Bottoms were spanked.  Teeth were checked.  Finally the auction began.  It was held in the courtyard which was now filled with potential buyers and the slaves who were waiting to be sold.  A platform had been erected to one side of the courtyard and, one by one, the slaves were detached from the cable and brought up to the platform.

Robin watched from the walls above the courtyard.  She loved events like these but she always avoided crowds.  It was too easy to find a knife between your ribs when you were in a crowd.

But she did love slave auctions.  She especially loved this one since she had the prime merchandise to be sold this day.  It should be very profitable for her and her crew.   But even when she did not have items for sale, she loved auctions.

There was something very erotic and highly stimulating about witnessing human flesh being sold.  It was one of the most exciting things imaginable.  She loved seeing the look of shock and disbelief on the faces of the women when they were led up the steps to the auctioneer.  She loved the look of confusion mixed with despair as the final bid became the selling price and they realized that their lives had just been permanently changed.  Their bodies had been sold.  And she loved the looks of pride and delight as the successful bidder claimed his or her new toy.  It was simply priceless.

Finally, they came to the parcels that Robin had for sale.  They were near the end of the schedule.  One of the mothers was bought by the owner of one of the local taverns.  Robin knew him and assumed that the new slave would be entertaining guests when she was not serving or cleaning.

The second mother was bought by a sea captain.  Perhaps she would be taken home as a gift to his wife.  Or perhaps she was bought to keep the morale of his crew high.  Robin knew that the woman had certainly helped the morale of her crew the night before.

One of the teenagers was next.  The bidding went on for quite awhile and the price became very high.  Neither of the two final bidders was from the island.  One was a wealthy plantation owner from the Carolinas.  The other was a British military officer.  In the end, the plantation owner won but the girl had cost him an exorbitant sum of cash.

The final Blackheart girl was brought onto the platform.  It was the second teenager.  Robin heard the girl’s mother wailing and pleading for her daughter’s freedom.  But the bidding started anyways.

Again, the bidding was very active and the price skyrocketed.  And again, the field narrowed to just two bidders.  One was the military officer.  The other was a man who Robin did not recognize.  The military officer stayed in the bidding longer this time but, in the end, he lost to the other man.

Robin watched as the girl was led back down the steps and over to the table where the money was to be exchanged.  A man and woman came up to the table to claim their prize.  The man started laying money on the table while the woman amused herself by playing with the girl’s breasts.

“Who are they?” asked Robin.

“The new mayor and his wife,” replied the man who was standing near Robin.

“She looks pretty,” commented Robin.  “He had better behave himself as mayor or he’ll find his wife with a black heart dangling from her nose.”

“I think he’s already gotten the message not to mess with the pirates,” said the man.  “But if you do take the wife, let me know.  I would gladly buy her from you.”

“I might just do that,” smiled Robin.  “She looks like a cutie.”

Robin left the auction site.  She had arranged to meet Isabelle and Rachel at a tavern for dinner.  Then they would return to the ship and play with the two girls who they kept.  Tomorrow, they would try to sell the Spanish ship that they captured along with the cargo it carried.  Hopefully, they would set sail the following day.

To be continued.