Blackheart

Chapter 7 – Besmirched

Each day, Annabelle arrived at the Bedeviled early in the morning.  Each day, she stripped off her clothes.  On some days, she serviced the males as she had done on the first day of her voluntary enslavement.  On other days, the women kept her to themselves.  On still other, she was simply bound or caged for much of the day.

Today, she was locked in a cage.  The other two slaves were on deck, servicing the males and Robin and Isabelle had gone ashore to attend to some business.  Rachel was busy with her maps.

“I’ll thank you not to see my wife any more,” said Charles as he walked up to the two pirate officers.

“Whatever for?” asked Robin.

“I do not want her to visit your ship any more.  She is a pure and virtuous girl and I feel that you are a bad influence on her.”

“Then you should take the matter up with her,” Robin replied.  “She’s a big girl.”

“I trust that you have enough control that you could prevent her visits,” he said.

“Control your wife?” responded Robin, trying to act shocked at the concept.  “I can control her if I own her.  Are you recommending that I enslave her?”

“Good god no, woman!” sputtered Charles.  “Just prevent her from visiting your ship.”

“I’ll do no such thing,” retorted Robin.  “She is welcome to visit the Bedeviled as is any other citizen of Bitter End.  Until I own her, I will not control her.”  With that, the two women turned and walked away.

“That was interesting,” observed Isabelle.  “He could be trouble.”

“He would be if he was competent,” replied Robin.  “But he’s about as inept as they come.”  Isabelle laughed.

The next day, Annabelle arrived right on time.  Once again, she stripped as soon as she got onto the ship.  This time, however, she was being watched.

Charles had taken his spyglass tone of the forts and was lying on top of one of the walls.  It was the closest elevated spot to where the ship was anchored.  He looked through the eyepiece and watched as the ferry delivered his wife to the ship.  Then he was shocked as he watched Annabelle disrobe on the deck of the Bedeviled.  He panned his spyglass around the deck and was further shocked to see all of the naked and half-naked men watching his wife strip and ogling her nudity.

“Good god!” he sputtered to himself.  “This has got to be stopped!”

He watched as one of the males escorted Annabelle out of sight down some stairs.  Then the male returned to the deck and resumed working with the others.  He kept up his vigil for another hour before returning to the city, grumbling to himself the entire way.

Robin was waiting for her.  The other two slavegirls had been taken ashore by Isabelle and Rachel for a day of shopping.

“How is my girl today?” asked Robin.

“Your girl is well, Mistress,” replied Annabelle with a smile.  Robin gave the girl a hug, letting her breasts flatten against the slavegirl’s generous mounds of flesh.

“Good girl,” said Robin.  “Now hop up on this table for me.”

“Yes, Mistress.”  Annabelle obediently backed up to the edge of the table and hiked herself up until she was sitting on it.  Then Robin pushed her back until she was lying on it and positioned her the way she wanted.  Four leather straps were already attached to the table legs and Robin used these to fasten the girl, stretching her limbs out to the four corners.

“I don’t get to be alone with my pet very often,” observed Robin as she slid her hand over the soft, firm flesh.  She loved the feel of the girl’s skin and glided her palms across the shoulders and arms, then down her side to her legs.  “I’m going to enjoy having you to myself.”

Annabelle smiled brightly.  “I’m going to enjoy it too, Mistress.”

“There’s just one thing that I want to change about you,” said Robin.  She held up a blade that gleamed in the light.  Annabelle gasped at the sight of the menacing blade.

Robin reached toward the girl’s Venus mound and grasped the hair that grew there.  “This has to go.”

Annabelle’s eyes flew open wide with surprise.  “But Mistress, how will I explain that to Charles?”

“Tell him that you wanted to surprise him.  And then fuck him silly.”

Annabelle giggled.  “I have already been doing that each night.  He’s going to start to think that I’m a predator.”

Robin started to moisten the pubic hair with a warm, wet cloth.  “I’m sure he loves the new you.”  Then she started to shave off the offending fur.  Within a few minutes, Annabelle’s pussy was bald.

The girl raised her head and looked across her nudity to see how she looked.  “Oh Mistress, it makes me look like a little girl.”

Robin laughed.  She placed a hand on the outside of each of the girl’s breasts and squeezed them together.  “Do you honestly think that anyone will think you a little girl with these?”

Annabelle blushed again.  “No, Mistress, I suppose not.”

Robin placed a hand over each of her own breasts and squeezed them lightly.  “Now, I could be mistaken for a little girl.”

“Oh, Mistress, your breasts are perfect.  I love them.  I wish mine were more like yours.  I feel like such a cow some days.”

Robin leaned down and sucked one of the girl’s nipples into her mouth, feeling it harden instantly.  “No cow ever looked this good or tasted this sweet.”

Then Robin stood at the end of the table between the girl’s feet.  She slid her body up onto the table, lying between the outstretched legs with her faces just inches from Annabelle’s recently denuded sex.  “I’m going to have a feast today.”

Robin lowered her lips to the petals which were already slick with arousal.  She heard her girl inhale audibly as she touched the wet labia and then gasp as her tongue flickered out to touch the clit.

For over two hours, she teased the girl, bringing her close to climax but denying her the ultimate pleasure.  Annabelle was moaning and groaning and begging throughout most of that time.  She rocked her head back and forth and squealed each time she got close to the edge.  Then Robin would stop, causing the girl to grunt and protest.

Robin slid a finger into the girl and slowly pumped it in and out as her lips and tongue kept enjoying the juicy sex.   Annabelle was almost delirious as her mistress kept up the exquisite torture.  The finger was adding a new dimension that felt wonderful to the bound woman.

Robin had to be more careful now.  She was going to prolong this as long as she could but Annabelle was almost constantly on the edge of climax now.  Robin’s pauses became more frequent and longer.  She slid a second finger into the girl at one point and continued her torment.

Robin was amazed at how wet her girl could get.  And she truly viewed Annabelle as her girl now.  She may be released each night but she belonged to Robin.  And she was so remarkably lubricated.  She’s almost swampy, thought Robin as she slipped a third finger into the tight sex.  And she seemed to be always aroused and ready for sex.  She was like a fucking machine.

Annabelle groaned as the fourth finger stretched her sex and almost climaxed as the fingers started working their way in and out.  Robin had to pause again.  Annabelle was panting and gasping for air and Robin watched the beautiful, heavy breasts rising and falling on her chest with each breath.

“No, no, no, no, no!” protested Annabelle as Robin tucked her thumb alongside the our fingers and started to push.

Robin laughed at the response.  “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”

Annabelle was squirming on the table, tugging at her bindings as she realized what her mistress was about to do.  “No, no, no, no, no!”

Robin used her free hand to spank the girl’s bald mound.  “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”

With one final push, her hand popped through and she was inside the girl.  Annabelle let out a screech but it was more from the orgasm that wracked her body than from any pain that might be caused by the fisting.  The orgasm was overwhelming and powerful and caused her to shudder uncontrollably.

Robin waited for the girl to settle down and kept her hand embedded in her slave.  Then she began anew.  She fanned out her fingers and let them explore inside her girl.  She stroked the smooth silky vaginal walls, reveling in the creamy texture and let her tongue start flickering over the stiff little clitoris.

“Oh god!” shrieked Annabelle as she realized her mistress was not finished.  “I’ll die!!!”

Annabelle didn’t die.  Robin entertained herself with the girl’s body throughout the day, keeping her fist lodged in her for several hours.  They both lost track of the number of times she climaxed but it was over a dozen.  She was spent by the time the day was over and actually fell asleep during the ferry ride.  But she still had enough energy and she was still aroused enough to rape Charles when she got home.

He noticed the shaved sex and the lustful behavior of his wife.  Once again, he vowed to himself that he would stop this once and for all.

To be continued