Blackheart

Chapter 12 – Beloved

Annabelle was thriving in her new role of permanent slavery.  She had never had so much wonderful sex in her life.  And she got plenty of it.  Each day she was available to the men and it was rare to find only one cock plugged into her at a time.  Most often, two males used her at a time in any combination of her three orifices.  Frequently, there would be three cocks inside of her which always made her feel deliciously wicked.  She would usually have multiple orgasms when she was used this way.  Once, she even serviced five males at the same time.  One was sliding in and out of her throat.  Two massive cocks impaled her ass and sex.  And she had a cock in each hand, masturbating them.  She passed out after that session from the almost nonstop orgasms that wracked her body.

The courts finally ruled that Abigail and Carla were not British citizens since they had been fraternizing with the Spanish.  They were returned to the officers of the Bedeviled and shared the duties of servicing the males with their new slave sister.

“They won’t get fat and lazy,” said Isabelle.  The ship was anchored in a small, quiet cove at a deserted island and the two officers were curled up in bed together.  They rarely had a chance to make love together and they took advantage of a calm, peaceful night.  Isabelle had just climaxed and Rachel seemed intent on coaxing another orgasm out of her.

Rachel snuggled up against Isabelle and sucked her nipple into her mouth, gnawing on it lightly before replying.  “They will.  They already have a lot of time on their hands.  The men can only climax so many times before they are totally spent.  And we don’t have enough chores to keep them busy.”

“So what are you proposing?”

“I say that we sell one,” said Rachel as she sucked the second nipple into her mouth.

Isabelle looked down to see the tip of her breast disappearing between her beautiful shipmate’s lips.  She felt her pussy clenching again, despite having just enjoyed an orgasm only minutes earlier.  She brushed some stray hairs off of Rachel’s cheek and enjoyed the sensations that her love was sending through her body.

“Which one would we sell?”

Rachel nipped at the sensitive nubbin with her teeth before releasing it, causing Isabelle to inhale audibly.  “We could sell any of them, really.   Each of them is beautiful.  But probably Annabelle since she’s the newest.”

“But Annabelle is the only thing that we have left of Robin’s,” said Isabelle.  “I would hate to give her up.  She’s all that I have to remind me of her.”

“The captain’s dead, Isabelle.  Maybe we should get rid of Annabelle just so we can move on with our lives.”  Rachel went back to the first breast and started suckling.

“I’ll have to think about it.”

Isabelle rolled Rachel onto her back and then straddled her head, lowering her sex until the labia came in contact with her lover’s lips.  “In the meantime, this should shut you up.”

Robin was lying on her back at that very same moment.  Monday had staked her out on the ground in the middle of the camp and was reading himself to beat her.  She had failed to carry as much firewood into the camp as he thought appropriate.  He had made a whip out of vines and was swinging it through the air and snapping it.  He had used it on her back and bottom before and it had stung horribly.  This would be the first time he tried it on her front.

The first blow landed across her belly and she screamed as the pain burned her flesh.  She struggled against her bindings as she saw him draw back the whip to deliver the second blow.  It landed across both breasts and she let out an ear piercing shriek.  It felt like her breasts were being torn from her chest.

She had learned that pleading for mercy was useless with the tyrant who held her captive.  If anything, it urged him on to do even harsher things.  She was surprised that, in the months of captivity, she had only lost a finger considering how sadistic he was.

The next shriek was even louder as he aimed the whip between her legs.  It had landed perfectly between her labia but he had missed the clitoris which was his intended target.  He would just have to keep trying until his aim was better.  He swung the whip again and the shriek that came out of the girl was like music to his ears.  It was so loud and high-pitched that he was sure it would shatter glass.  He smiled to himself.  His aim had improved.  He had struck her clit.

There was a knock at the door.  “Enter,” called Isabelle.  The Bosun appeared at the entryway.

“Evenin’ Captain,” he said as he bowed.  “Evenin’ First Mate.”

“Good evening, Bosun,” said Isabelle as she continued to hold her sex to Rachel’s face.  The Bosun could catch an occasional glimpse of Rachel’s tongue as it flickered and darted.  He could see her entire luscious body stretched across the bed and he licked his lips, thinking about how fuckable it was.  Rachel mumbled a greeting but it was muffled by the wet petals that spread across her lips.

“Sorry for the intrusion, Captain,” the Bosun said.  “But there is a woman screaming up the hill.  It sounds like she’s being tortured.”

“Are the girls accounted for?”

“Aye, Captain.  That they are.  They’re all in the crew’s quarters putting on a show for the lads.  I was planning on taking a landing party to investigate.”

“Be careful, Bosun.  We don’t know who’s up there or how many.”

“We’ll be careful, Captain.  And I’ll take plenty of the lads with me.”

“Very well,” Isabelle said.  “Oh, and Bosun?”

“Aye, Captain?”

“Send one of the men in.  My First Mate deserves a reward for being such a good pussy licker today.”

“Aye, Captain.  I’ll send in Tank.  I don’t think he’s had the pleasure of sampling the First Mate in awhile.”

Rachel gasped as she listened to the exchange.  She loved to fuck and did her part to keep up the morale of the crew.  But she had difficulty with Tank.  Tank was short for Tankard and he earned the nickname of Tankard because of the size of his cock.  It was by far the largest on the ship both in terms of length and breadth.  While it was not quite as large as a tankard, it was not far from it.  Fucking him was like fucking a cannon barrel.

The Bosun left and found Tank who was watching the entertainment.  Carla was lying on the floor and Abigail was fisting her.  Annabelle was straddling Carla’s face and Carla was busy tonguing her slave sister.  Annabelle was amusing herself with Carla’s breasts, squeezing them and stretching the nipples away from her chest.

Although Tank was enjoying the show, he readily agreed to go to officers’ quarters.  He loved fucking both of them.  The Bosun gathered up his landing party and they headed ashore.

Isabelle got up off Rachel when Tank arrived.  Tank entered the room.  She had the male grasp Rachel’s ankles and drag her down the bed until her legs draped over the side and her bottom was perched on the edge.  Then Isabelle straddled the lovely face again, this time facing Tank.  Rachel’s tongue went back to work although she was tense and tentative now.  She knew that she was about to be stretched widely and possibly painfully.

Isabelle reached out and untied the loincloth around Tank’s waist and let it fall to the floor.  He was soft but, even in its flaccid state, the cock was larger than most men’s.  She grasped it and gave it a few strokes.  Then she reached up and lifted both breasts, holding them in her palms and offering them to the crew member.  She knew that Tank was infatuated with her breasts and that he would harden quickly once he started sucking on them.

It worked again this time.  Tank’s hungry mouth moved from one delicious orb to the other and he was hard in no time.  She released one breast and reached down, positioning the cock at the entrance to Rachel’s sex.  He continued to feast on the warm breast flesh as he slowly but insistently pressed his cock forward.  Rachel gasped as she felt herself being stretched around the log but kept moving her tongue diligently.

Isabelle finally climaxed and got off of the prone woman beneath her.  Then she amused herself with the full, ripe orbs of her First Mate, pausing occasionally to kiss her passionately.

Rachel climaxed three times over the next hour as the huge cock pounded in and out of her and pummeled her cervix.  Isabelle feasted on the lips and breasts and occasionally reached down to squeeze Tank’s heavy balls.  Eventually, he climaxed and filled her honey pot with honey of his own.

It took them thirty minutes to reach their destination.  They were led to the spot by the shrieks which were emitted every couple of minutes.  When they arrived, they saw a man standing over a prone woman who had red stripes across her breasts and belly and thighs.

“Having fun, Bloke?” asked the Bosun as the landing party stepped into the camp.

“What?!?!?!” sputtered Monday, startled that anyone could possibly be on his island.  “Where did you come from?”

“We’re just down below.  Parked at your lovely island for the night, we did.”

“Bosun?” said Robin as she lifted her head.  “Is that you?”

“Captain?” replied the Bosun in astonishment.  “Good god!  We heard you were dead!”

“No Bosun.  Lost but not dead.”

“Captain?!?!?!?!” sputtered Monday.  “She’s a captain?”

“Aye, Mate.  She be our captain.”

Monday looked back down at his prisoner.  “You’re a captain?  Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“You never asked,” Robin responded.  “Besides, you had no need to know.”

Monday shook his head in disbelief.  He had never heard of a female captain before.  But he supposed that females might be able to handle a merchant vessel and ferry cargo back and forth across the sea.

“Well, I don’t know anything about her being a captain,” said Monday.  “I just know she’s a great fuck.”

“Aye,” replied the Bosun with a grin.  “There’s no better fuck around.  But she’s our captain and she’s our fuck.  Ye best be letting her up now.”

“What do you mean let her up?” replied Monday.  “She’s mine.  She belongs to me.”

Instantly, without a sound or a gesture or a glance, a half dozen guns were drawn as were ten swords.  Monday backed away from where Robin was lying but was surrounded by Blackhearts.

“Now wait, lads,” Monday said.  “I’m sure we can strike a deal.”

The Bosun walked over to Robin and looked down at his beautiful but brutally whipped captain.  He used his dagger to cut the ropes off of her.  “What did she do to deserve this?”

“She was lazy today,” Monday replied.  “I was giving her some motivation.”

“Jeeesshhh!” exclaimed the Bosun.  “You’ve got real anger issues, Bloke.  I mean, we’re pirates.  We’re supposed to misbehave.  But we’ve never done anything this bad.”

“What?!?!?!?” sputtered Monday.  “You’re pirates?  She’s a pirate captain?”

“Aye, Mate,” nodded the Bosun.  “We’re pirates and she’s our captain.”

He helped Robin to her feet before continuing. “Let me introduce you to Blackheart.”  This drew another gasp from Monday.  They saw the blood drain from his face.  He had heard of Blackheart but had no idea that Blackheart was female.  And he never had any idea that he had held the notorious pirate as a prisoner and treated her as a sex slave.

Robin stood with her feet shoulder width apart and her hands on her hips.  Her shoulders were back and her head was held high.  Her long black mane flowed across her shoulders and down her back.  She looked commanding.

“I hope that he treated you well, Captain,” said the Bosun.

Robin reached up and lifted her breasts in her hands, showing the cruel, angry welts across them.  “Does this look like he treated me well?”

Then she released her breasts and held up her hand to let them see the missing pinkie finger.  “Does this look like he treated me well?  He is a sick, sadistic fuck!”

“Now, now,” interrupted Monday.  He was smiling to all of the pirates as if he was running for some elected office.  “I had to maintain discipline on the island.  It was for everybody’s well being.”

“I understand, Mate,” said the Bosun in reply.  “Bones, would you be good enough to escort the captain back to the Bedeviled?  The boys and I will continue the discussion here.”

“Aye, I’d be happy to,” replied Bones.  “Captain, if you would follow me?”

Robin didn’t know what they were up to.  And frankly, she didn’t care.  She just wanted to get back to her ship and crew as fast as she could.  They were halfway down nthe hill when the screaming started.  It continued until they reached the boat that would take them to the ship that was anchored in the harbor.

“Bones, thank you for rescuing me,” said Robin as the little boat ferried them across the water.

“You’re welcome, Captain,” he replied.  “But I didn’t really do anything but tag along.  Bosun organized the party.”

“Then I’ll be sure to thank him too.”

“I know just the way to thank him, Captain,” he commented as he reached out and cupped one of her breasts in his large hand.  “He has missed your soft warm body and your tight buttery warmth.  We all have.”

Robin laughed and slid her hand beneath his loincloth, grasping his cock.  “I have missed all of you too.”

“Bones,” she continued, “I want to surprise Isabelle and Rachel. Can you arrange for the men to stay quiet until I meet with them?”

“Shouldn’t be a problem, Captain.”

Only one pirate was on lookout duty.  The rest were down below, enjoying the slavegirls.  It was dark now so the lookout would be able to detect the boat but not its contents.  The boat slid alongside the Bedeviled and Bones clambered up the stairs.  He swore the guard to secrecy and then went back down to escort Robin up.

Robin slipped quietly into officers’ quarters, hearing the moans and wet slapping sounds.  Tank had recovered after fucking Rachel senseless. Now he sat in a chair and Isabelle straddled his legs, impaled on the long, beefy cock.  As she raised and lowered her body, letting the huge cock fuck her, Rachel’s face was pressed to her chest as she feasted on Isabelle’s generous orbs.

Robin padded quietly across the floor to stand behind Isabelle.  She raised her finger to her lips when Tank spotted her, signaling that he should remain silent.  She reached around Isabelle and placed a palm beneath each of the breasts that she loved so much and lifted them.

“I have missed these,” she said.  Then she released one and stroked Rachel’s cheek. “And I have missed these talented lips.”

“Robin!!!” they both exclaimed as they heard her voice.  “We thought you were dead!”

“Dead in spirit for awhile, perhaps,” she replied.  “But not dead in body or mind.  Now my spirit is alive again too.”

Isabelle stood up and let the bludgeon of a cock slip from her, causing Tank to groan in frustration.  She turned and hugged Robin and Rachel moved in to hug her also.

“Oh no you don’t!” admonished Robin.  “You aren’t finished yet.”

She pushed Isabelle back until she was straddling Tank again.  Then she gripped Tank’s cock in one hand and she pushed down on Isabelle’s shoulder with the other, letting the cock slice back into her.  Robin feasted on one nipple as Rachel sucked on the other.

Robin stroked Isabelle’s clit as she rode up and down on the male and grasped his heavy balls, rolling them back and forth.  It did not take long in this highly charged atmosphere for both couplers to achieve climax.  As soon as Isabelle’s struck her, Robin placed both hands on her shoulders and pushed her down as far as she could.  Isabelle howled but felt the climax intensify as the pain mixed with the pleasure.

The three women chatted among themselves, each trying to learn what had happened since they last saw each other.  Isabelle and Rachel wanted to know about the welts across her front and how she escaped the explosion on the Spanish ship.  Robin wanted to know about the crew and the slaves and how many ships they had taken in her absence.  They gabbed for only a few minutes, however, before they heard a knock at the door and Bones entered.  “The lads have gathered on deck, Captain.  They don’t believe me about you being alive.”

“They need to have more faith in Blackheart,” she muttered as she followed him up to the deck.

The crew erupted in cheers.  The men pawed at her as she walked through the crowd of them, checking to make sure she was not merely an apparition.  She got to the platform where the helm was and stood on it with her feet shoulder width apart, her hands on her hips and her shoulders back.  Isabelle and Rachel stood on either side of her.

“It’s good to be back with the Blackhearts,” she told them.  They erupted into cheers again.

“I’m glad to see so many of you have returned and I am sorry that it took me so long to come back.  But I have been a bit tied up for the past months.”

At that point, the three slavegirls were sent up to the deck and they squealed when they saw Robin.  Annabelle rushed forward and fell to her knees at Robin’s feet, throwing her arms around her mistress’ legs and pressing her cheek to her sex.

Robin reached down and combed her fingers through Annabelle’s hair.  “I have missed you, girl.”

“Oh, Mistress, I thought you were dead.  I have mourned for you and missed you.  I am so happy that you are back.”

It was at this point that the Bosun returned with the rest of the landing party.  He walked through the gathered crowd until he stood before the captain and her kneeling slave.

“He won’t be bothering you again, Captain.”

Robin furrowed her brow.  “Did you kill him?”

“Nae, Captain,” the Bosun replied as he shook his head.  “I knew that you would not approve of that.  I have always lived by the rule of an eye for an eye.  I just expanded the rule a bit this time.”

Robin furrowed her brow again, not understanding what the Bosun meant.

“We relieved him of his fingers and thumbs, Captain,” another member of the landing party informed her.

“Aye, Captain, that we did,” acknowledged the Bosun.  “We cauterized his wounds so he won’t bleed to death.  But he won’t be able to claim innocent girls again.  He can’t hunt.  He can’t fish.  He can’t tie on his clothes.  He will be able to live for awhile on berries and water.  But he will die soon, naked and alone.”

At this point, Rachel noticed Robin’s missing finger.  She grasped her wrist and held her hand up.  The crew gasped when they saw how their captain had been maimed.

“Robin, what happened?”

“It was one of his punishments,” she replied.

“Let’s go get him!” one of the crew shouted.  “We’ll sew his cock into his mouth!”

“We’ll crush his balls between two rocks!” shouted another.

“We’ll spread his guts across the beach!” yet another yelled.

Robin held up her hands to try to calm the crew and quiet them down.  When they were silent, she spoke.  “The Bosun has administered justice.  I agree with his sentence.  We will leave the criminal to suffer his fate.”

“In the meantime,” she continued, “I want you all to get a good night sleep.  Tomorrow we set sail for Bitter End to administer more justice.  We will visit the one who betrayed the Blackhearts.”

Then, the beloved captain took her beloved slave back to officers’ quarters and devoured her all night long.

The End