Blackheart

by captv8td

captv8td1@hotmail.com

Chapter 1 – Bedeviled

She leaned out over the edge of the ship and drank in the salt air as the breeze tousled her hair.  Her jet black mane flowed and ebbed with the air currents and stray tendrils of her hair whipped at her face.  She took in a deep breath.  It had been a long day.

The Bedeviled was at anchor now.  She and her officers had seen to the securing of the ship for the night.  Now the duty watch was doing what duty watches do and the rest of the crew was cleaning up and making minor repairs.

But it was time for her to relax.  The prize ship that they had captured earlier in the day should arrive in the small cove where they were anchored within the hour but, until then, she had nothing that required her immediate attention.

Robin stripped off her blood-soaked clothing and dropped it to the deck.  She laid her sword and dagger and pistol on top of the pile.  And then she grabbed the rigging and pulled herself onto the railing.  She crouched and then extended, propelling her sleek body into an arc as she dove into the sea below.

She surfaced and swam a few more yards away from her ship.  Then she turned and looked back at it.  The Bedeviled was a beautiful ship.  It had sleek and elegant curves, just like its captain.  It had a black hull that was highlighted with gold trimming, giving it the appearance of fine jewelry.  Tonight, its true colors flapped at the top of one of the masts.

The flag had a white background with gold piping around all four sides.  In the center was a black heart shape.

Robin was known throughout the Caribbean as Blackheart.  She did not think of herself that way.  Her crew adored her and told everyone that their captain had a heart of gold.  But she had been dubbed Blackheart by someone and the name had gained acceptance.  So she adopted it.  And she flew her flag whenever she could.

To be sure, they hoisted other flags at times.  That’s what pirates did.  When they approached a British merchant ship, they flew the British flag.  When they closed in on a Dutch merchant, they flew the Dutch flag.  But they always hoisted the Blackheart before the first shot was fired.  And when they were in a safe harbor, Blackheart flapped in the breeze over the quiet ship.

Robin turned away from the ship and started swimming.  This was her favorite way to relax.  She would do this for long hours if she could but she never had enough time for that.  She had to settle for brief moments in quiet coves.

The second ship arrived ten minutes later.  She stayed in the water and watched as the crew maneuvered to a spot near the Bedeviled and then anchored.  Half of her crew was on her ship while the other half manned the ship they had taken earlier in the day.

“Ahoy, Captain,” yelled one of the crew members from the deck

“Ahoy, Bosun,” she yelled back.  “Lower a line for me.”

A rope was dropped over the side and the men pulled their captain up to the deck of the prize ship.  She shook her head, much like a dog shakes its body, to fling the water from her hair.  Then she placed her hands on her hips with her feet spread shoulder width apart.  “How does she handle?”

“A bit sluggish,” the man said.  “She’s a fat beast.  It’s to be expected of a merchant.”

Robin was naked as the talked to the male with other crew members moving about doing their duties.  She frequently went about her duties without clothes on and allowed her crew to do the same if they wished.  The only time that she insisted on clothing was when they went into battle.  Even then, it was only for the protection that the leather and thick cloth afforded instead of out of any false sense of modesty or propriety.

Some of the men did work naked at times.  Most, however, wore a cloth wrapped around their loins.  It was too embarrassing to be seen on deck with a raging erection and that’s exactly what most of them had whenever they saw their beautiful captain in all her naked glory.

Robin was not voluptuous.  She was a tiny little thing and stood only five feet two inches tall.  She had smallish breasts that most would describe as handfuls.  But they were firm and beautifully shaped and were capped by nipples that always seemed to stand at attention.

She had a narrow, waspish waist that gave way to curvy womanly hips.  She had a perfectly sculpted bottom and elegant tapered legs.  She was definitely not voluptuous.  Svelte and sleek and sexy were better terms to describe her.

“How are the men enjoying their prizes?” she asked.

The Bosun grinned.  “There haven’t been any complaints.  They all come back on deck grinning.”

The merchant ship that they captured earlier in the day had been carrying three families.  Once the pirates had taken the ship, they loaded all of the surviving males in lifeboats and then set them adrift.  There were three teenage girls and Robin had them transferred to the Bedeviled.  They were currently locked in cages in Robin’s quarters.  She planned to sell them when they got to Bitter End, a port that had a thriving slave trade.  She wanted to keep the girls as virgins until then.

Their mothers were given to the crew to use for their pleasure.  They would be sold also but their value would not be affected by being fucked between now and when they reached Bitter End.  And it was a good way to reward the men.

“Let’s go have a look,” she said.  “Do you think the men will mind?”

The Bosun laughed.  “Nah, you know them.  Besides, I told them you would probably want to watch and maybe even join in.”

Robin frequently let her men fuck her.  She did it more for her pleasure than theirs but that too helped morale.  She wasn’t a nymphomaniac but she did have a healthy sex drive.  And being amoral, as she was, she saw nothing wrong with occasionally bedding with crew members.  Each sailor had enjoyed her flesh at least once.

“Lead on, Bosun.”

The man led the way down the stairs to the compartment that was obviously designed for dining.  The meal today, however, consisted of three women.  The women were all bound but each in a different way.  One was stretched across a table with her limbs extended to the four corners.  One was bent over a bench with her ass jutting out behind her.  The third was upright and stretched tightly in a spread eagle position.  A cock was currently embedded in each of them.

She walked over to the table and looked down at the woman who was looking back up at her with pleading eyes.  “How is she, Sam?”

“Lovely,” he grunted as he thrust back into the woman.  “And nice and tight.”

The woman was indeed lovely.  She appeared to be in her early thirties which meant that she must have given birth to her daughter at about the current age of her daughter.  She had long, fine, silky blonde hair that fanned out on the table, giving her the appearance of having a halo.  Her face was beautiful and she had a nice trim figure.  It was her breasts, however, that caught Robin’s attention.  They were full and firm and jiggled only slightly with each thrust.

Robin reached out and laid her palm on the closest breast, feeling the softness of the supple flesh.  She squeezed slightly, sensing the firmness and then ran her fingers up to the nipple which was stiff and just begging to be sucked.  This wench would bring a pretty penny at auction.

She moved on to the woman who was bent over the bench.  Another crew member was behind her and Robin watched the man’s huge cock slicing in and out of the captive pussy.  “This one’s sweet too, Captain,” the male said.

Robin reached out and wrapped a finger and thumb around the male’s cock, enjoying the feeling of the slick pole as it slid in and out of the woman.

“I won’t last long if you keep that up, Captain.”

Robin laughed.  “You can always come back for seconds, Lefty.”

Robin released the cock and went to the woman’s head.  She reached down and gripped the captive’s chin, tilting her head up.  This one was closer to forty but she was still quite beautiful.  Long brunette hair framed an elegantly sculpted face.  Robin turned the head back and forth, assessing the female’s worth.  Then she released the chin and moved to the side.  She crouched down and reached out, gathering one of the dangling breasts in her hand.  They were heavy and firm and large.  She too would bring a handsome price at the auction.

The third woman surprised her.  She looked to be in her mid twenties, hardly old enough to have a teenage daughter.

“How old are you?” asked Robin as she stroked the redhead’s breast.  There was only the slightest hint of sag to the large breasts but Robin found it to be very alluring.  The skin was satiny and warm and soft.

“Twenty four, miss,” she replied.  That made her only one year younger than Robin.

“Which one is your daughter?”

“Christina is my niece, miss,” she said and punctuated her sentence with a grunt as the huge cock slammed into her again.

“Ahhh,” said Robin.  “That explains it.”  This woman would also bring a hefty sum at the auction.  They had taken three beautiful mature women.  And she already knew that the three teenagers were just darling.  Each of them should bring a king’s ransom at the upcoming auction.  It was going to be a very profitable visit to Bitter End.

“We have one more table, Captain,” grinned another crew member.  “Care to join in?”

Robin laughed.  She had just been propositioned.  And while she would have enjoyed indulging, there were things that needed her attention.  “Sorry, Stump.  I have to get back to the Bedeviled.  But I may be back later so save some for me.”

Isabelle met her when she got back on deck and kissed her.  Isabelle was her Dutch first mate and currently had command of the merchant vessel.  And, like her captain, she had stripped out of her bloody clothes and was pressing her naked flesh against that of her captain.

Robin stepped back and reached out, lifting both of Isabelle’s magnificent breasts in her hands and giving them squeezes.  Robin was always amazed at how gracefully Isabelle moved.  Robin thought that, if she had breasts as large as her first mate’s, she would hardly be able to stand up let alone glide effortlessly across the deck or sail through the air from the rigging to jump from one ship to another.

Isabelle reached out, letting her fingers glide between Robin’s legs.  She pulled her hand back and inspected her fingers which were glistening from Robin’s dew.  “I see that the sights down below have gotten you aroused.”

Robin laughed again.  “Guilty.  Aye, they have.  But I find the sights up here to be even more arousing.”  She gave the breasts another squeeze.

“I swear that you are a tit woman.  You just love big breasts.”

“I certainly love your big breasts.”  Robin leaned down and flicked her tongue over the stiff nipples.

“Ooooo,” squealed Isabelle in delight.  “If you keep that up, I’m going to have difficulty concentrating on my duties.”

Robin gave each nipple a quick nip with her teeth and then released the full breasts.  “I doubt that.  I’ve watched you at the helm with a cock ramming in and out of you before.”

“Well, steering the ship in the middle of the ocean doesn’t take a lot of concentration.  On another subject, have you decided what you’re going to do with the females?  Are you selling all of them”

“That’s what I had been thinking.  Why?  Do you have one you want to keep?”

“Well,” blushed Isabelle.  “The redhead’s awfully cute.  Maybe we could keep her for a bit.”

Robin smiled and kissed Isabelle.  “Yes, she is cute.  They’re all beautiful, in fact.  Yes, maybe we should keep one or two of them.  We can keep the redhead and maybe I’ll pick out one of the girls to keep as a pet for us.”

“I didn’t get a good look at them earlier,” said Isabelle.  “How do they look?”

“They’re all gorgeous,” replied Robin.  “Fresh and sweet.  They look good enough to eat.”

It was Isabelle’s turn to laugh.  “And how do they taste?”

“I haven’t eaten any of them yet,” said Robin.  “Come on over to the Bedeviled when you get things squared away here.  We can taste them together.”

“I’ll be over as soon as I set the watch.”

To be continued

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

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.

Chapter 4 – Bemused

The two new females on the Bedeviled turned out to be welcome additions.  Carla made herself useful by mending and making sails, when she was not being fucked by one of the males.  She was fucked at least a dozen times a day usually and even became accustomed to being fucked in the ass.  She objected to the anal sex at first but she did not mind all of the male attention.  To her, it made her feel like the star attraction and it was nice to be so desired.

Abigail turned out to be a bright girl.  She found her calling on the ship in teaching the men how to read and write.  She held private tutoring sessions and the schedule was always entirely filled.  It did not hurt that the tutor was absolutely gorgeous and was always absolutely naked.

Abigail remained a virgin.  Robin saw to that by locking her in a chastity belt so that none of the men could “accidentally” slip into her unopened love channel.  She was a virgin but she was far from virginal.  The men taught her how to suck a cock and she frequently rewarded good performance in the classroom with a blowjob.  She was getting plenty of protein on the Bedeviled.

She also learned to pleasure and be pleasured by women.  Each night, she would sleep with one or more of the officers where she would use her lips and tongue to bring them to wonderful orgasms.  The chastity belt would come off at night and the officers made sure that their favorite girl received plenty of rewarding orgasms of her own.

Both of the captives slept with the officers.  The men could have them during the day but the women claimed them at night.  It was an arrangement that seemed to please everyone involved.

But not all was fun and games.  There was always the occasional punishment.  Carla was the first to be punished.  The first time was on the third day after they set sail from Bitter End.  She had been highly insulted initially at being a sperm depository for the crew but at least she liked sex so she could rationalize away that indignity.  When Robin declared all orifices to be available for the men, however, she balked.  As soon as the proclamation went out, the Bosun wanted to be the first to feel her tight nether channel hugging his cock.  But she slapped him when he approached her and stated his intentions.  She was tied to the mast and received twenty lashes that were administered by Isabelle.

Abigail was punished for the first time the next day.  She had been kept in her cage for the first several days at sea.  One night, Rachel decided that she should start earning her keep and released her from her cage.  She commanded that the girl get between her legs and start licking.  Abigail shrieked and started clawing at Rachel who immediately stuffed her back into the cage.  The next morning, her head was shorn in front of the crew along with all of her pubic hair.  There was not a visible hair on hr body.  The hair on her head was allowed to start growing back after the incident but her pubic hair remained shorn.

The latest punishment for Abigail was earned just three days before they returned to Bitter End.  Robin decided that Abigail should start helping Carla service the males beyond the blowjobs that she gave to her students.  It was announced that the teenager’s ass was now available and she was given a new chastity belt that allowed access to her little pucker.  Again, she shrieked and clawed.  This time, the needle was run through her septum and a black heart was hung from her nose.  She was tied down, bent over a bench, and anally raped for the entire day.  She was so afraid that the black heart meant that she was going to be sold that she apologized profusely to each of her rapists and then to the officers at the end of the day.  The heart was removed that night.

The Bedeviled continued to prowl through the waters of the Caribbean.  They left the English ships alone.  Touching one of those would cause them to lose their only safe harbor.  They left the Dutch ships alone also.  It was not in deference to Isabelle, however.  It was because most of the Dutch ships carried a cargo of slaves from Africa and Robin did not want to have anything to do with that sordid trade.

They made their living by attacking Spanish ships and the occasional ship from France.  The Spanish were their favorite targets, though.  Those merchants usually had gold and fine wares that were easily sold at market and the ships were sturdy and easy to sell.  Plus, they occasionally held passengers and some of those were easy to sell.

About once every couple of weeks, a Spanish merchant ship would disappear from the tropical waters, only to reappear in the company of the Bedeviled at Bitter End.  The officers and crew of the Bedeviled were becoming rich by attacking and claiming these heavily laden ships.

Two weeks after selling the four females at auction, the Bedeviled escorted its next captured vessel into Bitter End and offered three more beauties for sale at the auction.  The black hearts dangling from their noses earned them a lot of attention from prospective buyers during the inspection period and there was active bidding during the auction.  Again, Robin was pleased with the outcome.

The mayor and his wife were once again in attendance during the auction but were not bidding this time.  After the final sale was completed, Robin decided to introduce herself to the couple.

“The pirate?” sputtered the mayor.  “You’re Blackheart?”  The mayor could not believe that the beautiful, petite woman could possibly be the notorious pirate known as Blackheart.

“Aye,” nodded Robin.  “I am the one they call Blackheart.  But my friends call me by my name:  Robin.”

“It’s lovely to meet you, Robin,” said the wife.  “I am Annabelle.  And this is my husband, Charles.”

Robin smiled at Annabelle.  The wife was even more beautiful than Robin had seen from afar.  Robin liked the way that the woman let her long blonde tresses flow freely over her shoulders and down her back.  The style of the day called for hair to be elaborately coiffed and plaited and piled atop the head; a look that Robin was not too fond of.  She much preferred the softer, more feminine look of hair that simply flowed naturally.

Annabelle appeared to have a beautiful figure, although it was difficult to tell completely with the long flowing dress that she wore.  Certainly, she had a  narrow waist that gave her a nice hourglass shape.  And her breasts passed Robin’s test for adequacy.  The woman’s low-cut bodice offered an ample view of the upper swells of the generous orbs that seemed ready to escape their confinement at any moment.

Yes, she had a fine figure.  Robin was sure of that.  But it was the woman’s face that first got her attention.  It was gorgeous; stunning!  Every curve and angle was perfect.  Her deep blue eyes twinkled as she smiled.  And the full, pouty lips were divine.  Annabelle’s face had an innocence about it that mixed with a sense of mischief and adventure.  She had the appearance of a virginal imp.

“It’s lovely to meet you also, Annabelle,” replied Robin.  “And you as well, Charles.  I noted that the two of you purchased one of my girls at the last auction.  Are you finding her pleasing?”

“Quite pleasing,” replied Charles, curtly.  Robin thought about probing further but Annabelle spoke up and spared her the effort.

“She’s simply divine,” smiled Annabelle.  “She’s no longer a virgin.  Charles saw to that within minutes of getting her home.  But she’s such a lovely girl and she is trying very hard to be pleasing.”

“I’m so happy to hear that,’ said Robin.  “I like to hear that my girls end up in good homes.”

“Yes, she is in a good home,” offered Annabelle.  “We will care for her.  The only odd thing is owning one of our fellow countrymen.  We had not intended to buy an English girl.”

“I don’t know about her original nationality,” said Robin.  “But I do know that we took six females off of a Spanish merchant ship and that they were on that ship of their own free will.  And, last I heard, the Spanish were our enemies.”

“Yes, they are still the enemy,” acknowledged Charles.

“Six females?” said Annabelle with raised eyebrows.  “I only remember four at the auction.”

Robin smiled.  “Even pirates like to enjoy themselves.  Wee kept two of them for entertainment.  I let my first and second mates each select one for us to keep.”

“They must be truly beautiful,” remarked Annabelle.  “The ones you sold were quite beautiful.  I can only imagine how lovely the ones you kept are.”

“There is no need to imagine,” said Robin.  “I would love to have the two of you visit the ship.  In fact, why don’t the two of you have dinner with me on the Bedeviled tonight?  Then you can meet the two girls we kept.”

Charles opened his mouth to decline the invitation.  It would be unseemly for they mayor to be fraternizing with outlaws.  But he did not speak fast enough.  Annabelle enthusiastically accepted the invitation.

Several hours later, the couple boarded the vessel that was currently tied to the dock.  “Barbarians!” muttered Charles under his breath as he looked around at all of the half-naked men who were on deck.

“Hush dear,” whispered Annabelle.  “Be nice.”

The Bosun ushered the guests down to the officer’s dining room where they were met by Robin, Isabelle and Rachel.

“Oh my,” said Charles, bemused, as he saw the three women.  Each was wearing an elegant long dress which was a pleasant change for them.  They liked their slacks and blouses and they liked their nudity, but it was nice to be able to dress up for a change.

Robin laughed at Charles’ reaction.  “We clean up pretty well.”

“Splendidly,” smiled Annabelle with a twinkle in her eye.  She gave Robin a welcoming hug and a kiss on the cheek.  “You are all so beautiful.”

Robin made the introductions and then they sat down for dinner.  Carla and Abigail served the meal and even they were wearing dresses.  It was the first time that either of them had worn clothes since being captured.  Abigail was completely bald, having been shorn only a little over a week earlier.

It was a lovely evening.  At least it was for Annabelle and the three officers.  Charles was still uneasy about being in the company of pirates.  But he was enjoying the view.  He was seated with four beautiful women and was being served by two strikingly lovely slaves.  Even the bald Abigail was very enticing to him.  There was something very erotic about the contradiction between the hairless head and the full breasts that filled out her bodice so nicely.  At least the evening was not a total loss for him.

At the end of the meal, they said their goodbyes.  Robin invited them to return any time and Annabelle assured her that they would.

To be continued

Chapter 5 – Bedazzled

Annabelle became a frequent visitor to the Bedeviled whenever it was in port.  Charles tried to persuade her not to go but she argued that he was being ridiculous.  He eventually forbade her from visiting the pirates.  She simply ignored him.

She found it thrilling to be around the infamous pirates.  She started tingling as soon as she heard that they were in port again and she showed up to the dock as soon as she could without appearing overly anxious.

She found the three officers to be exciting contradictions.  Each of them was beautiful and elegant and appeared to be kind and loving.  But she also knew from the stories that circulated through the city that they could be cruel and ruthless when they wanted to be.

After her first solo visit, she changed her attire.  She had come in one of her normal long dresses for that first visit.  But, on all subsequent visits, she opted for slacks and a frilled blouse.  That was what her pirate friends always seemed to wear.

Even when they were not in port, Annabelle was thrilled by the pirates.  She spent many long hours fantasizing about her new friends.  In some of her fantasies, she was a pirate and she imagined herself swinging from the yardarm with a sword in hand as she leapt onto the deck of another ship.  In other daydreams, she was their captive and she was kept as a slave sister to the beautiful Abigail and Carla.  One time, she even fantasized about wearing a black heart from her nose and being sold at auction.  Frequently, she would masturbate as she daydreamed and always had powerful orgasms.

It was on her sixth solo visit that things changed.  The port was crowded with ships so the Bedeviled was anchored in the harbor.  A boat from the ship ferried her out to meet with her new friends.  When she got onto the deck, she was met with a shock.  Half the men were only wearing scant loin cloths.  And the other half was naked!

Not only that, but it was a scene of debauchery.  Carla was standing and was sandwiched between two naked males.  She could clearly see their cocks as the withdrew from her naked body, only to disappear again as the cock were plunged back into her.  Oh my gosh, she thought.  They are fucking her pussy and her ass!  She felt her own pussy tingle as she watched the spectacle.

“Are you okay, Ma’am?” she heard.  The Bosun was speaking to her.

“Oh, yes,” she replied.  She felt flustered and foolish.

“Good.  You were not responding.  I was afraid you were ill.”

“No,” she answered.  “I am fine.  I was just surprised by all of the nudity.  And the sex.”

The Bosun grinned.  “Aye, Ma’am.  I suppose it can be surprising the first time.  We’re a bit more causal when we aren’t along side the pier.”

“Yes, so I gather,” she blushed.

“If you’ll follow me, Ma’am, I’ll lead you to the officers.”  The Bosun headed toward the door and Annabelle followed.  She got her second shock as she entered the officer’s quarters.

The first thing that she saw was a naked Rachel lounging back on a couch.  Her legs were spread and her hands cradled her breasts, squeezing them and toying with the nipples.  Between her legs knelt Abigail who was busy servicing her mistress with her tongue.

“Oh, my gosh!” exclaimed Annabelle.

“We should have warned you,” said Robin as she stood up from the desk where she had been working.  Robin was equally naked.  “When we are anchored out, we don’t have the same dress code.”

“Yes,” gasped Annabelle.  “The Bosun just informed me.”  She looked around the room and saw Isabelle sitting at another desk and smiling her.  She was just as naked as the other three females in the room.

“We’ll get dressed so you will be more comfortable,” offered Robin.

“Oh, no,” replied Annabelle quickly.  “You don’t have to do that for me.  After all, this is your home.  You should dress as you would without me being here.”

“Well, what you see is what you get,” smiled Robin.  “This is how we dress when we are at home.”

“Wow!” breathed Annabelle.  Then she composed herself and spoke again.  “What do the men think about this?  I mean, it must be frustrating to them to see such beautiful bodies unveiled like this.”

Robin smiled again.  “I think they like it.  I have not heard any complaints.  And we do take care of them to prevent them from becoming frustrated.”

“Wow!” was all that Annabelle could think to say.

“You are so cute,” said Robin with a grin.  Then she closed the distance between them and gave Annabelle a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Annabelle instinctively hugged Robin back.  But as soon as her hands came in contact with the naked flesh, she pulled them back as if she had just touched a hot pan.  She blushed furiously.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she stammered.  “I shouldn’t touch you like that.”

“Nonsense,” Robin responded.  “I don’t see why not.  I touched you like that.  Now give me a hug.”

“But you’re naked!” Annabelle blurted.

“Naked girls can’t be hugged?”

“Oh.”  Annabelle’s blush deepened.  “I suppose they can.  It just seems so naughty.”

Robin giggled at that comment. She grasped Annabelle’s arms and then wrapped them around her.  This time, Annabelle did not pulle back when her hands came in contact with the naked flesh.

“We’re pirates for godsakes,” said Robin.  “We’re supposed to be naughty.”  Then she kissed Annabelle again, this time on the lips.

“Don’t you ever feel like being naughty?” asked Robin after she broke the kiss.  Annabelle felt light headed from the kiss and the feel of the smooth supple flesh beneath her palms.  Her head felt like it was spinning from the multiple attacks to her sensibilities.

Just then, Rachel cried out from the orgasm that Abigail had just given her.  Annabelle glanced over and saw Rachel’s head thrown back and she saw the full breasts rising and falling rapidly from her excitement.  Rachel’s chest was flushed with arousal and her nipples were stiff.  She had both hands on Abigail’s head as she pressed the teenager’s face against her sex.

Annabelle turned back to Robin, blushing furiously.  “B..b...but I’m the m..m..mayor’s wife.  I’m not supposed to be naughty.”

“Everyone should be allowed to be naughty once in awhile,” smiled Robin.  She reached up and unfastened the top button on Annabelle’s blouse.  When she did not hear a protest, she unfastened the next and then the next.

Isabelle got up from her desk and joined them.  Working together, they had Annabelle naked in mere moments.  Rachel let out another loud groan and the three standing women turned their head as Rachel’s body shuddered from the orgasm.  This time, she was pushing Abigail’s head away from her crotch instead of pulling it toward her, trying to get the wiggling tongue away from her so she could recover.

Isabelle reached around Annabelle and slipped her hands beneath the guest’s breasts.  She lifted her hands, feeling the weight of the heavy orbs.  “Glory be to the almighty for giving us these bountiful gifts.”

Annabelle stiffened as she felt the hands claim her breasts.  Then, she watched in shock as Robin lowered her head.  She kissed the upper swells of one breast and then the other.  She moved her head slightly lower and kissed each nipple before straightening up and kissing Annabelle on the lips.

“You are so beautiful,” the captain said.  “You are such a treasure.”

Annabelle blushed.  “I should not be doing this.  It’s not right.”

Robin reached up and gripped each of the nipples, squeezing softly and rolling them back and forth.  “What’s not right about it?  You are gorgeous.  You are giving us a gift by letting us see your beauty.  You are being very generous with us.  That sounds right to me.”

Then Robin turned her head.  “Abigail, come here.”  Abigail still looked odd with her shorn head.  Her hair had grown back about an inch at this point from her earlier punishment.  But her hair was more like that of a boy now.  To see her feminine body and full breasts coupled with the hairstyle that was boyish was to see an erotic contrast in images.

“Abigail,” commanded Robin, “pleasure our guest.”

Abigail quickly knelt in front of Annabelle who gasped when she realized what was about to happen.  “Oh, no, I couldn’t!”

“Sure you could,” replied Isabelle who gave the plump breasts in her hands another squeeze.

“Oh really I couldn’t,” repeated Annabelle.  “I have never been with another woman.”

“Really!?!?!?!?” asked Robin incredulously.  “Not even with your own slave?”

“Really,” affirmed Annabelle.  “We bought the girl for my husband’s use.  She has never touched me.”

“Well, we’ll have to remedy that,” said Robin.  “There’s nothing finer than a soft velvety tongue caressing and probing your pussy.  Abigail, begin!”

“Oh god!” groaned Annabelle.  “This can’t be happening.”

Robin leaned down again and sucked one of the stiff nipples into her mouth just as Abigail’s tongue made contact with the sweet pussy in front of her face.  Annabelle immediately felt strange thrills rushing through her body.  She was so aroused from all of the nudity and all of the touching that she climaxed almost immediately.  Isabelle wrapped her arms around the woman and supported her as Annabelle’s legs gave out.  Abigail sat back on her heels and waited her next command.

They spent the remainder of the afternoon coaxing one orgasm after another from the mayor’s wife.  She was just one raw sexual nerve by the time she put her clothes back on and left the ship.

Annabelle was completely bedazzled by the exciting, erotic pirates.

To be continued

Chapter 6 – Betwixt

Annabelle became a nearly constant visitor to the Bedeviled whenever it was at Bitter End.  She would arrive early each morning and would not leave until late in the afternoon.  She lived for news of the ship’s arrival and felt her heart sink when she learned that it was due to depart.

The three officers were always very generous with her.  They taught her how to use a sword and even gave her one from the many that they had liberated from other ships.  It was not uncommon to see her walking the streets of Bitter End with her sword in its scabbard, dangling from her belt.

They taught her the finer points of using a dagger and even set up a dummy on the deck for her to use for practice.  After awhile, she walked the streets with her sword on one side and her dagger strapped to her thigh on the other side.

Making love with the three pirate officers during her visits became a common occurrence.  She had been reluctant to let Abigail pleasure her that first time but after the girl gave her multiple orgasms during that afternoon, she became a convert.  She still enjoyed her husband’s cock but now female tongues were also welcomed.

She had been reluctant the first time that Robin had pulled her face between her thighs also.  But after tasting the pirate captain and discovering the heights that she could take another woman to, she became a convert to this also.

She loved breasts now, also.  Isabelle’s and Rachel’s were large and full and firm.  She loved to play with the generous pillows of flesh.  Occasionally Abigail was free from her normal daytime duties of servicing the males and Annabelle enjoyed feasting on those large, young breasts.  But her favorite breasts were the captain’s.  In fact, Annabelle was infatuated with all of Robin’s body.  The captain had sleek lines that reminded Annabelle of a cat.  The breasts were smaller than the others but Annabelle thought they were perfect.  She could nibble and suck on them for hours, and she frequently did.

While it was easier and faster to get to the Bedeviled when it was tied to the dock, Annabelle actually preferred to visit when it was anchored in the harbor.  It was thrilling to climb on board and see all of the naked flesh.  Cocks and balls dangled heavily from the strong, burly men.  Some cocks stood erect, as if at attention, making her think that they were saluting her as she walked by.  It was a very erotic and exciting atmosphere to her.

Early on, during her relationship with the pirates, Robin had told her that she did not have to worry about what she did with them.  “What happens on the Bedeviled stays on the Bedeviled.”  Robin said that the crew was sworn to secrecy and the code that they shared would not allow them to talk to any outsider about what occurred on the ship.

At first, Annabelle was skeptical about this claim.  She always kept her guard up as best she could, although the pirate ladies were always very successful at slowly chipping her guard away.  But over time, she started to believe the claim.  She heard no rumors or stories about what happened on the ship.  People in the city treated her in the same way as always, giving no indication that they knew about her lesbian trysts with the pirates.  The only thing that changed at all was that the citizens of the city started thanking her for her efforts to maintain a relationship and communications with the pirates.  They viewed her as a sort of ambassador, it seemed.

Once she realized that it was true that word about her behavior would not leak out, she abandoned all pretenses of propriety.  That’s when she started hoping that she would find the ship at anchor instead of tied to the dock.

When she would clamber up the stairs along the side of the ship and onto the deck, she would pause for a moment.  She would strip immediately before looking around.  Frequently, she would look up to find a semicircle of naked and half-naked males admiring her nudity.  Then, she would stride to the door that led to the officer’s quarters and walk down the stairs to her orgiastic rendezvous.

Charles finally started to become suspicious.  He formed a habit of following her in the mornings.  She always hummed happy tunes as she walked toward the docks.  Then she would disappear on the little ferry that took her to the Bedeviled.  At the end of the day, he would be lurking in the shadows, watching as she returned.  She did not hum as she walked home, but she always had a contented smile on her face and always had rosy cheeks.  Something was going on!

Several months into the relationship with the pirates, things changed again for Annabelle.  She had begged them to take her with them but Robin refused.  She explained that the Blackhearts would be hunted and hanged in the town square if they did any such thing.

She agreed to a compromise, however.  But before that, she wanted to know more about Annabelle and Charles.  It turned out that both husband and wife came from wealthy families in England.  Charles, however, had the misfortune of being the third son.  As such, he would receive no inheritance.  He could join the church or join the military or leave England to find a new life for himself.  He tried the military and was appointed as a Major by the Queen, thanks to his family’s connections.  But the army did not agree with him.  It was too much work.  And he was petrified of swords and guns.  The final straw was being told that he was being sent to the colonies to help deal with the increasingly rebellious colonists.  He resigned his commission.

Becoming a priest was out of the question for him.  He decided on moving to the new world.  But he wanted to do that in style.  So he wooed Annabelle’s family and a marriage was arranged.  Six months earlier, the forty year old Charles married the nineteen year old Annabelle and Charles was endowed with a very attractive dowry.  The couple moved to Bitter End where his family had arranged for him to become mayor.

Robin was surprised to hear that Annabelle was only nineteen, soon to be twenty.  She had an air about her that bespoke of maturity.  But Robin just attributed that to her wealthy upbringing.  The rich always had an air about them.

The compromise was this.  When the pirates were in port, Annabelle would report to them and be their slave.  Time off for good behavior could be earned so that she could return to her husband each evening, but it would not be guaranteed that she would be released at the end of each day.  She would be treated as they treated their other two slaves.  Annabelle readily agreed to the terms of the compromise and the pirates sailed away the next day.

Annabelle shuddered when she heard of the return of the Bedeviled two weeks later.  This was the moment she had waited for.  This was the moment that she dreaded.  She was about to enter slavery.

She dressed in her tight slacks and billowy top.  She buckled on her sword and dagger.  Then she walked to the docks.  The Bedeviled was not there even though the docks were empty.  It was anchored in the harbor.  She boarded the ferry and felt her heart pounding in her chest as the boat drew closer to the sleek black vessel.

Once again, a semicircle of naked and near-naked men watched as she stripped once she got onto the deck.  This time, however, her progress was thwarted when she tried to walk to the door that would deliver her to the officers’ quarters.  The men refused to let her pass.

“The captain sends her regards,” said the Bosun.  “And she asked that we give you these presents.”  He held up five gleaming metal rings.

“Oh god!” she uttered as she realized what they meant.  One would be fitted on each of her wrists and ankles.  The fifth one was intended for her neck.  She truly was going to be treated as a slave.

“If you’ll follow me,” said the Bosun, “we’ll get these fitted.”  He walked to the other side of the ship and a gap opened in her cage of males to allow her to follow him.  He stopped before an anvil and a naked male was standing behind it, holding a large hammer.  She saw pieces of metal resting in some hot coals and glowing.

They had her kneel beside the anvil and lean over it, placing her neck on it.  The Bosun wrapped her collar around her neck and the other male retrieved one of the hot pieces of metal.  He positioned it at the holes on the collar and then pounded it through, locking the collar onto her.  It had an air of permanence about it.  The cuffs were placed on her wrists next and sealed the same way.

The ankle cuffs were the last items locked on her.  To do this, she had to sit beside the anvil and the Bosun lifted one of her legs at a time, placing her ankle on the anvil.  She glanced down and was horrified to see that her pussy was gaping open in this obscene position.  She was even more horrified that her sex was abundantly wet, giving testimony to her arousal.  She looked up and saw that the men were circled around her, leering at her.  Several of them sported massive cocks that were standing at attention.  The whole scene was just so lewd!  She felt thrills rushing through her body.  When the last of the cuffs was secured in place, she was delivered to the officers.

Five naked women were already in the officers’ quarters.  Robin was seated in a chair and Isabelle and Rachel sat in chairs of their own on either side of her.  Abigail and Carla were keeling, facing Isabelle and Rachel.

“Come in, girl,” said Robin.  Annabelle was a little taken aback at being called girl but entered the room and closed the door behind her.  Robin waved her closer and Annabelle moved until she was standing in front of the captain.

“Kneel, girl,” commanded Robin.

“Yes, Robin,” whispered Annabelle as another thrill rushed through her body.

“That’s ‘yes Mistress’ for slavegirls like you.”

Annabelle gulped.  This was much more realistic than she expected.  “Yes, Mistress.”  This was exactly what she had asked for but now she was not so sure.  The metal circling parts of her body was as terrifying as it was exciting.  And now, being called girl and having to call Robin Mistress was driving home the fact that she would be treated as a slave.

Annabelle knelt before Robin and instinctively cast her eyes down submissively.  The move did not go unnoticed by Robin.  She sat there for a moment, admiring the lovely creature before her who had literally given her body to her.  No blood had to be shed.  No money exchanged hands.  Nobody was blackmailed.  Annabelle had simply delivered herself as a present to the pirates.  Robin made a mental note that, if they ever decided to leave these waters permanently, they would take this girl with them.  Until they made that move, however, it would be tantamount to suicide to enslave the mayor’s wife.

Robin reached down and gathered the girl’s full breasts in her hands.  Robin had handled them many times before but the move always caused Annabelle to tense and to blush in embarrassment.  Robin loved the instinctive reactions and thought that the girl looked cute when she blushed.  She also loved the heavy orbs that were currently resting in her palms.  She could play with them all day.  But that was not in the plans today.

“Girl,” she said, “I will give you one last chance to change your mind.  After that, you are mine whenever I wish to claim you.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” whispered Annabelle in response.

“What is your decision?”

Annabelle hesitated for a moment before answering.  “I belong to you, Mistress.”

Robin smiled and gave the ripe breasts a squeeze.  “Yes, you do belong to me.  From now on, you will be betwixt.  You will be free when I am at sea.  You will belong to me when I am in Bitter End.  You will live betwixt the two.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”  Abigail and Carla turned their heads quickly toward their new slave sister with confused looks on their faces.  This beautiful woman had just volunteered to be a slave.  Not only that, but she had thanked the captain for enslaving her.  They could not believe that anyone could ever do that.

“You are welcome, pet,” smiled Robin.  She gave the heavy breasts a bounce and then spoke again.  “Look up at me, girl.”  Annabelle dutifully raised her eyes and looked into the captain’s deep brown eyes.

“You have a busy day ahead of you, girl,” Robin continued.  “The men have been at sea for two weeks.  Your sisters have done their best to keep them satisfied but two weeks is a long time and they are only two girls.  This morning, you will help them keep the men’s morale up.”

Annabelle sucked in her breath audibly as she realized what Robin meant.  “Oh, Robin… I mean oh, Mistress.  I can’t do that.  I’m a married woman.”

“I see.  Maybe I am missing something.”  Robin had anticipated the response.  She bounced the breasts again.  “Who do these belong to?”

Annabelle cast her eyes down again and felt her blush deepen.  “They belong to you, Mistress.”

“Look up at me girl,” Robin corrected.  Annabelle quickly snapped her head back and looked back into Robin’s eyes.  “Aye, they belong to me.  And if I want to let the men feast on them, I will do that.”

Robin released the breasts and placed a fingertip between Annabelle’s lips, pushing forward into the girl’s mouth.  “Who does this belong to?”

“It eerog oo oo,” replied Annabelle as best she could with a finger in her mouth, trembling as she was reminded of her new status.

“Yes, it is mine now too.  And if I choose to fill it with a cock, it will suck cocks.  Who does this belong to?”  Robin moved a foot forward and stroked her big toe between Annabelle’s labia, feeling her toe becoming well lubricated from the girl’s arousal.  She pumped her finger in and out of her new mouth several times before withdrawing it.

“It belongs to you, Mistress,” whimpered Annabelle.

“Aye, it is my property now.  And if I choose to fill it with seed, it will receive cocks.  Stand up and turn around, girl.”  Annabelle quickly scrambled to her feet and turned, facing away from Robin.  Robin slipped a finger into the girl’s juicy sex and then pried her bottom cheeks apart.  She placed her glistening finger at the little rosebud and pushed forward until it was lodged in Annabelle’s rectum, eliciting a gasp from the beautiful wife.

“Who does this belong to?”

Annabelle groaned and then replied, feeling as if her whole body was blushing.  “It belongs to you, Mistress.”

“Yes, I own that too.  And if I want it stretched around a shaft, I will fill it with cocks also.  Now, tell me again what it is that you can’t do.”

Annabelle closed her eyes in shame.  She took a deep breath and then replied.  “Nothing, Mistress.  I am yours to do with as you please.”

Robin smiled and gave one of the shapely bottom cheeks a pat.  Then she arose from her chair.  “Good girl.  Now let’s go get you set up for the morning.”

Annabelle followed Robin up to the deck where the men were gathered, awaiting their special treat.  Isabelle and Rachel brought the other two slaves.  It only took a few minutes to secure all three females so that they could be enjoyed by the crew.  Annabelle was secured upright in a frame and spread eagle with her new shackles attached to the corners of a frame.  Abigail was bound over the top of a barrel.  Carla was bound lying on her back with her legs pulled upward and stretched to the sides.  All three were positioned so they could watch the others.  Isabelle walked from girl to girl carrying a jar of lubricant which she smeared liberally in and around the three assholes.  Then the three officers stood together.

“Enjoy your treats, men,” said Rachel.  “Compliments of the captain.”

The men gave their captain three cheers and then turned their attention to the three lovely captives.  Within moments, each of them was servicing two males each.  Abigail’s ass was skewered by one male as another forced his cock into her mouth.  Carla’s sex was impaled as she too sucked on a cock.  And Annabelle closed her eyes in dismay as one male fucked her pussy while a second one fucked her ass.  Today was the first time that anyone or anything had ever been forced into her bottom.

The orgy lasted all morning.  Annabelle lost track of how many men had deposited their sperm inside of her.  She also lost track of how many times she climaxed.  She was not even aware that she could climax from just being penetrated but that’s exactly what happened to her numerous times.  She even climaxed once from just being anally fucked, which was truly a surprise to her.

By the end of the morning, the three girls were exhausted.  Sperm was dripping out of them.  They were sweaty.  They were finally cut loose by the Bosun and returned to their mistresses.

Robin told them to bathe each other and make themselves presentable.  For the next hour, they shampooed and scrubbed and douched and primped.  When they returned to the officers’ quarters, they were as beautiful as ever.

For the remainder of the day, their tongues and lips were used to provide pleasure to the three officers.  Annabelle serviced each of them at least once.  She was also commanded to pleasure her two slave sisters.  After she finished with Carla, Annabelle realized that every cock on the ship had fucked her and she had eaten every pussy.

At the end of the day, she was taken back on deck to the anvil.  The crew member who had locked her shackles on her, pounded out the rivets and released them as another male fucked her one last time.  She was given her clothes back and the ferry waited to take her back to the docks.

“You were a good girl today,” said Robin as she held Annabelle in an embrace.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Remember that you will only be released each night if you behave.  If you don’t, you’ll spend the night in a cage.  And you’ll probably be punished as well.”

“Yes, Mistress.  Thank you, Mistress.”

Annabelle went home that night and fucked Charles.  He had never seen her so aggressive in sex before.  She rolled him onto his back and mounted him.  She leaned down and fed her breasts to his mouth as she actively bobbed up and down on his pole.  She climaxed and then climaxed again before he finally emptied his seed into her needy sex.  She had an animalistic ferocity about her.

Charles had no idea what had gotten into his previously docile wife.  But he intended to find out.

To be continued

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

Chapter 8 – Begrudged

Charles should have been delighted with the newfound sexuality of his wife.  Certainly, he was one of the primary beneficiaries of his wife’s visits to the Bedeviled.  But he was too stupid to realize the benefits.  And he was too jealous to think that she could have fun on her own.  It never even dawned on him that he did the exact same thing with the slavegirl they had bought.  He fumed all day, every day.

Annabelle showed up the next morning and spent the morning bent over a barrel, as Abigail had on her first day of slavery.  Charles was in the fort again and watched, aghast, as he saw cocks sliding in and out of his wife’s mouth, pussy and ass.  This simply was intolerable in his mind.  It would stop!  He would stop it!!!

That afternoon, Annabelle received another gift from the pirates.  She was marked.  The tattooist was brought into officers’ quarters where the girl was bound.  She was perched on the edge of the table with her legs spread wide.  Her arms were bound severely behind her back and secured to the table so she could not move.

The tattooist started by spearing his cock into the girl’s gaping sex.  After he deposited his sperm in her, he set to work.  The tattoo was to be right above her clit.  He did a little bit of work on it and then another male was brought in to fuck her.  He filled her sex with his seed and then the tattooist worked a little more.  Eleven loads of sperm were flooded into her sex by the men who were brought in to fuck her before the tattoo was finished.  She was sent home with a black heart perched just above her sex on her mound.

“Charles would like you to come to dinner, Mistresses,” Annabelle announced when she arrived the next day.

“Really?!?!?!?” replied an astounded Robin.  “Why would he want to do that?  I thought he didn’t even like us.”

“He said that, since I spend so much time here with you, he should get to know you better.”  They sent her home early that day so she could prepare for guests.

That evening, the three officers once again donned exquisite gowns.  A coach met them at the ferry landing and Charles and his wife greeted them at the door.  They chatted and sipped wine until it was time to eat and then they moved to the dining room for their meal.

Charles was gracious and pleasant.  At times, he was even cheerful and animated as they chatted throughout the meal.  The slavegirl who they had bought at auction served and attended to the needs of the diners.  She was dressed modestly in a typical maid’s outfit.

Robin started to think she had been wrong about Charles.  Maybe he wasn’t such a twit after all.  He was both engaging and charming.  After the dinner dishes had been cleared and they were waiting to be served the sweet wines that followed a fine dinner, Charles leaned forward in his chair.

“Ladies, I have some people I would like you to meet,” he said.  “Guards!!!” he shouted.

The doors on both ends of the room burst open and six men entered the room.  Two stood behind each Blackheart officer.  They looked like a shabby lot. They were clearly not military.  They wore uniforms but they were poorly fitted and frayed.  Robin assumed that it was some sort of local militia that Charles had formed for the purpose of capturing them.

Each of the officers always traveled with a dagger strapped to one thigh and a pistol strapped to the other.  Isabelle and Rachel glanced toward Robin but, when they saw that she was not reaching for her weapons, they left theirs alone.

“Well, this is quite a surprise,” said Robin calmly.  “How do you do, gentlemen?”

“Seize them!” shouted Charles.  “They are nothing but common criminals!”  Annabelle was aghast.  She looked at her husband incredulously.  Why would he do this to her friends?

“What is going on, Charles?” she asked.  She watched in dismay as two men grabbed each of the seated guests by their upper arms, holding them in their chairs.

“I am just ridding Bitter End of the pestilence, dear,” he replied.  “Take them to the jail.”

The men lifted the women out of their seats and held them firmly.  As soon as that happened, the doors burst open again.  This time pirates streamed in.  And more pirates streamed in from the open door that led to the veranda.

“Evenin’ ladies.  Evenin’ gentlemen.”  Bones tipped his tricorner hat gallantly and bowed.  “We were in the neighborhood and we thought we would pay our respects to the captain before returnin’ to the ship.”

Robin smiled as she saw the twenty Blackhearts circled around the table.  Each of them was heavily armed and all of them but Bones had his weapon drawn.  She had told Bones where they were going so that he could find them in case there was trouble.  She had no idea that he would be so protective as to follow them and watch them.

“These ladies, as you call them,” said Charles, “are on their way to jail.”

“Oh,” replied Bones with a sigh, acting as if he was saddened.  Then he looked back at Charles and continued.  “Methinks ye be wrong about that.  These fine ladies are our officers.  They be coming with us to the Bedeviled.”

“Guards!!!” shouted Charles.  “Seize them all!!!”

The six guards looked around the room.  They saw twenty pirates; twenty three if you included the three seemingly unarmed officers.  They turned back to Charles.  One of them spoke.

“Sir?  Are you jesting?”

“Seize them, I say!”  The guards simply stood there, holding onto the officers.

“What charges have ye brought against our officers?” asked Bones.

“Piracy!” replied the mayor.

“Then ye should check with our Queen.  Captain Somerset has a royal charter to rid these seas of Spanish vessels.”

“Kidnapping, then!” said the mayor.

“Kidnapping who, might I ask?”  Bones was amused at the feeble attempts of this feeble-minded man.

“Kidnapping my wife,” he stated.  “It’s unacceptable.”

“Charles,” said Annabelle, “they did not kidnap me.  I went there of my own free will.”

“Trespassing!” tried Charles.  “Yes, that’s it.  Trespassing.  They will rot in jail for trespassing on my land.

“Charles!” admonished Annabelle.  “You invited them here.”

“Seize them, I say!!!”

One guard released Rachel’s arm and held his hands up to signal that he had given up and meant no harm.  The other guards quickly followed suit.

Robin finally spoke up.  “Thank you, Bones.  It was fortunate that you were in the area.”

Bones smiled proudly.  “We always keep an eye on that what belongs to us.”

Robin turned back to their host.  “Now that dinner is over, we will leave you.  Thank you for a lovely evening.”

“You haven’t heard the last of this!” said Charles with a raised voice.  “You will pay!  I will see that you suffer!”

“Thank you for that warning, Charles,” replied Robin.  “Now let me leave you with one.  If any harm comes to your wife or your slavegirl, there will be no place on earth where you can hide from me.  If I detect even the slightest bruise or mark, I will eviscerate you.  I will pull your guts from your belly and feed them to the fish.  I will slice off your cock  and ram it down your throat.  I will tear your limbs off and hang your body in the city square.  Do I make myself clear?”

Charles crossed his arms over her chest and glared at her, despite the fact that he was trembling.  He did not reply.

“Bones, he needs some encouragement,” said Robin.

Bones and several of the others stepped forward carrying chains and knives.  The mayor backed up but stopped when he ran into the wall.  Still, they advanced.  One of them drew a long curved dagger from its sheath and moved to stand in front of the mayor, pressing the tip to his belly.

“Wait!” shouted the mayor, afraid that they meant to eviscerate him on the spot.  “I understand you.  No harm will come to either of the women.”

“Good boy,” smiled Robin.  “I knew you were a smart one.”

To be continued

Chapter 9 – Betrayed

“I had no idea he could do such a thing,” apologized Annabelle when she saw Robin the next day.  Robin assured her that she knew that Annabelle had played no role in the trap.  The girl was cuddled in the captain’s lap and Robin was gently caressing her pet.  Annabelle was naked but Robin was fully dressed because she had to go to the city to deal with some business.  The Bedeviled would be sailing the next day.

“Isabelle recommended that we give the boys a treat for rescuing us yesterday,” said Robin as the fingers from one hand toyed with the girl’s nipples, stiffening them even more than they already were.

“What is the treat, Mistress?”

“You are, of course, precious girl,” smiled Robin.  “You are my most cherished possession.  I can’t think of anything more valuable than you or anything more fitting as a gift to the men.”

Annabelle gulped.  “Me, Mistress?  You would give me to them?  Permanently?”

Robin nodded.  “Yes.  You will still be allowed to go home each night.  And I will still be your primary owner.  But I intend to give them some ownership rights over this luscious body of yours.  It only seems appropriate.” 

Annabelle shuddered at the news.  It was exciting and thrilling to be owned by a woman.  It was scary and unnerving to think about being owned by a bunch of male pirates.  She was not sure what to think about this new development.

Robin took her to the deck and made the announcement to raucous cheering and applause.  Then she and the other two officers boarded the ferry and left to attend to business in the city.

Annabelle glanced around nervously after she watched the officers disappear down the stairs to the ferry.  It seemed that every member of the crew was on deck and they formed a large circle around her.  She groaned as she realized it was going to be a very long day servicing her new owners.

“Get the jewelry on her,” commanded the Bosun.  Two men stepped forward and escorted Annabelle to the anvil.  She was fucked from behind as her collar and her wrist cuffs were attached.  Then, a cock was stuffed into her mouth and her hands were placed on two additional cocks as she sat while her ankle cuffs were attached.

The men divided up into teams of five and then the teams drew straws.  Annabelle would belong to each team for thirty minutes and the order of the teams was determined by the length of the straws.  The winning team attached a leash to her collar and led her down to the crew’s sleeping quarters.  For hours and hours, she was used in every possible way imaginable and in some ways that she had never imagined.

The first five men simply wanted to fuck her.  She had a cock in her ass and another in her pussy as her mouth readied a third.  Two stood and watched.  Once the two men who were fucking her finished shooting their sperm into her, they rotated.  For the entire thirty minutes, she constantly had all three orifices filled.

Many of the teams used her the same way.  Others had their own ideas of fun.  The third team to use her did not fuck her at all.  Instead, they bound her on the table.  Her head was turned to the side and she gave a blowjob to one of the men while another man fisted her.  His hand was much larger than Robin’s and she squealed as she was stretched wide while he pushed into her.  The rule was that he would keep pumping his hand in and out of her until she completed the blowjob.  She worked very efficiently and she quickly received her ration of protein.  Then the men rotated.  By the time the thirty minutes was up, fists from each man had been in her sex and she had received five meals of sperm.

In the early afternoon, one of the teams introduced something new.  She was taken onto the deck and all four of her cuffs were attached together behind her, placing her in a hogtie position that severely arched her back.  She was hoisted into the air with her face at crotch level.  One at a time, she gave a blowjob to one of the men.  Once he had been relieved of his seed, he would point his cock up and pee on her face, sometimes aiming his stream in an arc to coat her hair and flow down her back.  Then she would be swung over the side of the ship and lowered into the water.  She would be rinsed off with seawater to prepare her for the next male.

The last team of the day introduced her to yet another indignity that she never could have imagined.  Again, she was brought up to the deck and was bound in a kneeling position this time.  Again, she gave five blowjobs.  But this time, they did not pee on her.  They peed in her!  After each climaxed, he kept his cock in her mouth and released his flow of urine.  She spit out the first mouthful but, after feeling the kiss of the whip for misbehaving, she swallowed all of the rest of their pee.  It was so utterly degrading to be used as a toilet.  It was just awful!

Annabelle was lashed to the mast when they returned several hours later.  Sperm was seeping from her pussy and asshole.  Her hair was matted down in several places with semen.  And her nipples were pierced.  Dangling from her piercings were two onyx hearts.  An third one dangled from her nose and rested on her upper lip.

She was released and then bathed by the other two slaves.  At the end of the day, she was given her clothes and sent home with her new jewelry still in place.  “I’ll see you in about a week, pet,” said Robin before Annabelle descended the stairs to the waiting ferry.

Annabelle wrapped her arms around the pirate and hugged her.  “I love you so much, Mistress.  I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too, little one.”

The next day, the Bedeviled left port in search of its latest prey.  It took less than three hours to spot a Spanish merchant vessel.  It was a remarkably fast ship.  It was certainly a much faster merchant vessel than they normally encountered.  They chased it for over a day and still it evaded them.  They were closing on it slowly, though.

The merchant ship was very maneuverable.  They watched as it made rapid turns to catch the best wind.  It darted between and around islands.  But slowly, the Bedeviled closed the gap.  They were almost within range to use their guns and had already hoisted the Blackheart flag when the merchant darted behind another island.  The Bedeviled was in hot pursuit and followed it around the island.  That’s when disaster struck.

As soon as they rounded the tip of the island, Robin knew they were in trouble.  Four war ships were in front of them.  Each of them had their guns aimed at the Bedeviled.  And each of them was flying the Spanish flag.  The wily little merchant ship had led them into a trap.

The guns fired and Bedeviled’s sails were torn to shreds.  The guns fired again and the mast was splintered, toppling into the water.  The Bedeviled slowly coasted to a stop.  Miraculously, nobody was injured.

Fighting would be futile, Robin realized.  They could possibly delay the inevitable but that delay would be costly.  The war ships could fire again at any moment and start killing her crew.  So Robin ordered that the white flag be raised.

“I have been looking forward to your arrival,” said the Spanish officer.  “We were told to expect you.”

Robin seethed as she listened.  She realized that the whole thing had been a set up.  Someone must have told the Spanish when she would be leaving Bitter End.  It was easy enough, with that knowledge, to have the fast merchant spotted and then the merchant led them into the midst of the waiting war ships.  Robin suspected that the someone was the sneaky, vile mayor.

“Thank you for waiting for us,” replied Robin as casually as she could.  “That was so kind of you.”

“Not at all,” smiled the officer.  “It was our pleasure.  I am Captain Vasquez, Captain of the Pene.  Would you be so kind as to remove your weapons?”

The three officers stood together but they had not been bound.  Using their weapons would have been foolish, however.  Dozens of heavily armed Spanish were now on the Bedeviled and would cut them down if they made any aggressive move.  All three of the women removed their swords, daggers and pistols.  The rest of the crew had already been searched for weapons and shackled.  The two female slaves had been taken to one of the Spanish ships.

“Very good,” said Vasquez.  “Now remove everything else.”

Robin gasped.  This was unheard of.  Even she did not strip the crews of ships she took.

“We are your prisoners,” said Robin.  “We should not have to strip.”

“You are correct,” the Spaniard replied.  “I will have my men do it.”

The officer motioned with his hand and men started approaching.  Robin gasped again.  “Wait!  We’ll do it.”

She stared disrobing and Isabelle and Rachel followed her lead.  Quickly, they stood on the deck of their ship, naked, as the dozens of enemy sailors gawked at them.

“Very nice,” observed Vasquez as he eyed the three naked female forms.  He stepped up to Robin and placed his palm against her cheek.  He lowered his hand and trailed it down her neck and then down the center of her chest.  As the fingers neared Robin’s breasts, she reached up and grabbed his wrist, glaring at him.

“I can easily have you bound and then continue,” he reminded her.  “Is that what you would prefer?”

“No,” she sighed.  She released his wrist and he continued his exploration.  He ran a finger around the base of each breast.  The nipples stiffened at his touch and he smiled, appreciating the response.  He placed his palms over the twin mounds and squeezed the beautiful but small breasts.

“You should make me quite wealthy when I sell you,” he said.  Then he gave each breast another squeeze.

“You can’t sell us!” she responded, indignantly.  “We’re privateers.  You are supposed to trade us back to England or demand a ransom for us.”

He swung his arm and caught her with an open hand, slapping her hard on the side of her face and causing her to stagger back.  “Do not presume to tell me what I can do and cannot do.”

“I have been sent here,” he continued, “to rid these waters of you so that our merchants can move about without being harassed by vermin like you.  I am supposed to hang you.  Be thankful that I am simply going to sell you.”

“I would rather be hanged than to be a slave.”

He slapped her again, causing her to see stars this time.  “That is not your choice to make.”  He lowered his hand and extended a finger, plunging it deep into her sex with a single push.  He was surprised at how wet she was.  He slid his finger in and out of her several times as he looked into her defiant eyes.

She was not surprised that she was wet.  The hint of danger always aroused her.  She just wished that her body did not betray her arousal so easily.

“I would rather be hanged,” she repeated.  Then she braced herself  to be slapped again.  But no slap came.

Instead, the Spaniard gave a command to his men.  “Hang the tall one.”

The men grasped Isabelle’s arms and dragged her forward.  A rope was thrown over the rigging on the only mast that remained standing.  Robin looked back to the Spanish Captain and trembled.

“You have made your point.  You captured us.  We are your prisoners.  You own us.  Please don’t hang my first mate.”  It was clear to Robin that she would not be talking her way out of this mess.  It appeared that she would not even be able to negotiate any aspect of her captivity.

The captain ignored her and kept watching his men preparing to hang the tall blonde.  They had gagged her to silence her protests.  Her wrists were bound behind her back.

Robin looked back to where Isabelle stood.  She looked so proud and so beautiful.  Robin felt powerless as she watched the men forming a loop in the rope.  Once again, she looked at the Spanish captain.  “I will cooperate.  I will do whatever you say.  If you sell me, I will be the perfect slavegirl.  But please don’t hang Isabelle.”

The Spaniard turned his head toward her and glared.  “Yes, you will cooperate.  And yes, you will be a slavegirl.  But first, I always follow through with my threats and I always finish what I have started.”

Robin heard a grunt and was afraid to look.  She knew that her dear friend was now dangling at the end of the rope with her life slipping away from her.

Ultimately, she did look.  Isabelle was indeed dangling several feet above the deck at the end of a rope.  But it was not around her neck.  Instead, they had coiled the rope around the base of the generous, beautiful breasts and tightened as much as they could.  They then hoisted her into the air and hung her by her breasts.

She grunted and struggled at first as the pain surged through her chest.  But she quickly realized that the movement of her legs just made the pain worse as her body jerked around.  Now, she simply dangled motionlessly.

“She will be let down when you finish me,” said Vasquez.  Robin looked back at him, confused, not knowing what he meant.  That’s when she saw him unbuttoning his trousers.  He produced a cock that was respectable in size but not massive.

Robin dropped to her knees and reached up, grasping the cock and feeding it into her mouth.  It was still soft so she bathed it with her tongue, teasing it until she felt it harden.  Then she started gliding her lips up and down the shaft.  She determined to make this the best blowjob of her life so she could rescue Isabelle’s tortured breasts.

“You do well, girl,” said the Spaniard.  He looked down and admired the beautiful woman who was kneeling at his feet.  She was incredibly gorgeous.  And he found it extremely erotic and exciting to see his cock glide in and out of the girl’s  mouth, knowing that she was the fierce and infamous pirate known as Blackheart.

He would have to remember to thank the mayor of Bitter End when he met him next.  He still could not believe that the mayor had sent him the tip about the location and movements of the Bedeviled.  Why would an Englishman betray another Englishman, or Englishwoman, especially when the Englishwoman was working on behalf of the crown?  He had not been very impressed with Charles when he met him.  He had come across as pompous and shallow.  Charles definitely had a higher opinion of himself than the rest of the world did.

Robin rankled at being called girl.  She was a captain for chrissake!  She thought about biting his cock off but that would get them all killed.  Then she thought about letting her teeth rake painfully along the length of the tumescent cock in retaliation.  But she remembered that her primary objective was to get Isabelle released from the horrible, brutal, senseless torture.

She concentrated on her duties and used her tongue and lips actively and skillfully.  She even pushed her lips all the way to the base, letting the tip of the cock glide into her throat.  She had practiced deep throating several times with Bones over the past few weeks and now could do it easily.

The deep throat was more than Vasquez could handle.  The tightness of the throat muscles was amazing.  But knowing that his cock had penetrated so deeply into the pirate pushed him over the edge.  Nobody had ever done that to him before.

Isabelle’s breasts were a dark shade of purple when she was lowered back to the deck.  She whimpered as the rope was cut away, restoring the blood flow to her abused orbs.  And then she shrieked in pain as the blood rushed back in, reawakening nerves.

The three officers were split up.  Vasquez took Robin back to the Pene with him.  The other two Blackheart officers were sent to two other ships.

The next two weeks were mind-numbing and painful.  Each of the three women were nothing more than sperm receptacles as the crews of the ships raped them around the clock.  Robin became so exhausted that she sometimes slept through a rape or awoke to discover a cock erupting in her pussy or ass.

The Bedeviled had been towed away by the fourth ship.  Its crew was bound and guarded heavily in one of the holds.  Robin had no idea what would become of her beloved crew.

After two weeks, the rapes stopped.  She was cleaned up and delivered to the captain’s cabin.  There, he explained that she was to be sold in a week.  He wanted her looking fresh and healthy so he could get the best price for her.  He did not want her bruised and looking haggard.

As the week progressed, he did bed with her.  But most of her days were spent lounging around; bound but lounging.  She felt her strength returning.  She wondered how Isabelle and Rachel were faring.  And she worried about her precious Annabelle.

She worried about Annabelle naturally because she was her girl.  But she also worried because of the lunatic husband.  If she was right, then Charles had betrayed them.  And by betraying a ship and crew that was chartered by the crown, then he had also betrayed his country.  All of that was because of his own jealousies and insecurities.  She worried about her pet in the hands of this delusional male.

Despite her worries, she did enjoy being pampered and being allowed to rest.  After the second day of sleeping and reading, however, she asked to be allowed to go on deck.  Vasquez readily agreed, although she was always bound to the mast or some section of the railing.

It was two days out from their destination where she was to be sold and it was the worse day of Robin’s life.  She started off the day depressed and it went downhill from there.  She was depressed about the loss of her ship and crew.  She was depressed about her loss of freedom.  And she was depressed that she was on her way to a place where she was to be sold.  The only bright spot in her future was the possibility of escaping once she was enslaved but she viewed escape as highly unlikely for awhile.  She would probably be kept bound and heavily guarded at first.

The day worsened shortly after it started.  Vasquez wanted sex.  The more she was around the man, the less she liked him.  He was pompous and self righteous in ways she found disgusting.  She had grown to working hard to let him climax quickly so that she could be done with him.

After the obligatory five minutes of sex, he was satiated and he decided that it was time for her to go up on deck again.  Her color was returning nicely and he knew that this was dramatically increasing the price that she would fetch at auction.  He bound her wrists behind her back and led her up to the sunlight.  This time, she was not bound to anything.

She wandered around the deck aimlessly.  Two of the other Spanish ships were nearby although the one that was towing the Bedeviled was nowhere to be seen.  At one point, she spotted Rachel on one of the ships.   She too was naked and bound and wandering aimlessly about the deck.  It was mid afternoon when she saw Isabelle.  Once again, her breasts had been bound.  She was hoisted into the air and then swung over the water.  Several times, she was dunked into the water before being pulled back up and deposited on the deck.  That must have hurt a lot, thought Robin.  She supposed that having small breasts had its advantages.

It was late afternoon when the battle started.  Six British war ships sped out from a nearby island and engaged with the smaller Spanish flotilla.  The fighting was heavy and men were dying all around Robin.  She wanted to seek shelter down below but a fire was raging so it was safer to stay on the deck.

Isabelle watched from her ship and saw the Pene explode just before she was pushed through the door to safety in officers’ quarters.  The entire ship disappeared before her eyes.  She found a porthole and looked at where Robin’s ship had been moments before.  There were small pieces of burning debris floating on the surface but nothing else.  The powerful explosion seemed to have vaporized the Spanish ship.

After the British ships defeated the Spanish and liberated Isabelle and Rachel, they confirmed that one of the Spanish ships had been utterly destroyed by a massive explosion.  There were no survivors.

Robin was dead.

To be continued

Chapter 10 – Bedraggled

Annabelle went to the docks every morning and every evening, hoping to see her pirates.  She took off the black heart that dangled from her nose as soon as she got home the day it had been sewn through her septum.  It would have been scandalous to wear it permanently.  But she did wear it as she strode proudly from the docks to her home on the day she had received the onyx hearts.

She still wore the hearts that dangled from her nipples, much to her husband’s chagrin.  She no longer felt the urge to jump on top of him and ride his cock each evening like she had when the Blackhearts were in port, however.  But she did it whenever Charles requested it.  It was now just another of her wifely chores.

She thought that her nipple piercings were beautiful.  She had been dumbstruck when Bones had done it, marring her body permanently.  She had also screamed and shrieked and carried on as he plunged the huge needle through her precious, sensitive flesh.  But now she loved the little black hearts.  Charles absolutely hated them and requested several times that she take them off.  But she viewed them as permanent fixtures on her body now.  They were constant reminders to her that she was owned by the officers and crew of a pirate ship.  And she would watch them bob and sway on her chest as she rode Charles’ cock on the occasions that she performed her wifely duties.

About two weeks after the departure of the Bedeviled, word got back to Bitter End about its capture.  The crew was being taken to a prison.  The officers were to be sold at auction on one of the Spanish controlled islands.  Annabelle was devastated.  Charles was delighted at the news.  It had been risky for him to send news of the whereabouts of the privateer, but the risk had paid off for him.  He was rid of Robin and her band of rapists.  He would not be cuckolded again.

Two weeks after the news of the Bedeviled arrived, more bad news reached Bitter End.  Robin was dead.  And Annabelle felt dead inside.

It was Isabelle and Rachel who told her.  They had been rescued by the British navy and they told her about Robin’s ship exploding.  Annabelle choked back the tears and sobs as she listened.

The Bedeviled had also been recovered and was now tied up to the dock at Bitter End as it was repaired.  Isabelle and Rachel planned to take the ship back to sea as soon as possible to seek vengeance any Spanish ships they could find.

Annabelle implored them to take her with them.  She would be their slave or a member of the crew or anything else they desired.  She just wanted to be with them.  The best days of her life had been the two weeks when she was the slave of the pirates.  And there was nothing worth salvaging in her marriage at this point, as far as she was concerned.  She had begun to see Charles for what he really was: a selfish, rude, crude lout who viewed her as nothing more than a trophy that he could show off and as his own private sperm receptacle.

Isabelle and Rachel agreed that she could come with them as a slave.  She would be more useful servicing them and the males than in fighting or hoisting sails.  Besides, they were still waiting for the return of Abigail and Carla.  Those two slaves had been rescued from the Spanish ships by the British navy also but they were currently in the custody of the courts.  Isabelle and Rachel had filed property claims on the girls with the court and now had to wait for the court to process the case.  Since both slaves were born British, it could take awhile.  Even though they had been captured on a British vessel, they might still be considered to be British.  And the courts frowned on British citizens being held as slaves.  So, while they waited for a decision, Annabelle would be their sex toy.

Robin awoke for the first time since the explosion.  Her head hurt as did most of the rest of her body.  She was lying on top of what used to be a door on the edge of a beach with waves lapping against her naked body.  She tried to stand but quickly collapsed again as her legs gave out under her.  She managed to crawl up the beach to the dry sand but with her wrists still bound behind her back, she moved more like an inchworm.  She finally collapsed from exhaustion and passed out again.

Robin had been blown from the ship when the explosion occurred.  Her body had been hurled far through the air and she landed on some floating debris.  For three days, she floated unconscious until she finally washed onto the beach.

It was dark when Robin awakened again.  This time, she was able to stand.  She walked off the beach into the protection of some trees and sat down, leaning against one of the trunks.  She needed food and water and she needed to get that rope off of her wrists.  But that would have to wait until tomorrow.  She was too exhausted at the moment.  She slumped against the tree and fell asleep.

In the morning, she set off in search of water, which was her top priority.  After a short walk into the woods, she found a spring with a fresh water pool.  She knelt beside it to drink and gasped at the image that was reflected back at her from the surface of the water.  She was a bedraggled mess.  Her hair was knotted and she looked more like Medusa than the pirate captain she remembered.  There was an ugly purple bruise on the side of her face and a cut across her forehead.

She decided that she needed a bath as well as a drink.  She stood up and waded into the pool.  She dunked her head under the surface and reveled in the cool refreshing water.  Eventually, she drank.

Her next order of business was freeing herself.  She found a rock outcropping and selected one of the jagged rocks that was just about hip level.  She backed up to it and started moving her hands up and down, letting the rock saw through the ropes.  It was slow work but, after an hour or so, she felt the rope split.  She picked up the offending piece of rope and tied it around her wrist.  It might be useful someday.

Robin spent the next two days gathering food and building a shelter for herself.  She was even able to fashion some clothing using vines and a piece of burlap that had washed ashore.  She was used to being naked but thought that she should have some clothes in case there were natives on the island.

By her fourth day, the bruise was gone and the cut had healed.  She regained her strength and she felt clean thanks to her frequent visits to the little pool in the forest.  She may still look bedraggled but at least she felt presentable.  It was time to explore her new home.

For her first exploration, she stayed close to the shoreline.  It turned out that she was on an island that was about two miles long and a half mile wide.  It appeared to be heavily forested and hilly.  There were plenty of coves and fresh water rivers leading to the beach.  She would have plenty to eat and drink.

The next day she went inland and hiked up to the top of the highest peak.  This might be a good place to set up her camp.  It would also be a good place for a signal fire.  She could see a ship of some sort off way off in the distance.  She might be able to alert potential rescuers of her whereabouts.  Of course, she might also attract the Spanish navy which would not bode well for her.  She would have to think about that.

She started to hike back down the hill.  As soon as the land leveled out, she got a surprise.  A giant net lifted her into the air and trapped her.  She was obviously not alone on this island.

“Good day, lady,” said a male voice.  A half naked man strode out of the woods and looked up at her.  He had an English accent but the loincloth and his darkly tanned skin made him appear more like a native.

“Good day, Sir,” she replied as she looked down at him from where she dangled in the air.  “Your trap seems to have gotten me by mistake.”

“Yes,” he sighed as he started lowering her back down toward the ground.  “That’s the problem with traps.  They do make mistakes now and again.”

She was just inches from the ground when he stopped lowering her.  “But this time, it was no mistake.”  Then he picked up a club and hit her on the head, knocking her out.

To be continued

Chapter 11 – Belonging

Robin awakened with another headache.  She was not on the beach this time.  She was spread eagle and upright, tied between two trees.  And she was naked!  She had been captured again!

She looked around and saw that she was in the male’s camp.  A small hut had been built on one edge of the camp.  A fire was blazing in the middle of the clearing and some sort of animal was roasting on a spit above it.  She heard her stomach grumble when she saw the meat and realized that she had not eaten anything but berries and water for over a week.

“Hello, dear,” the man said as he walked back into camp, carrying some driftwood for the fire.  “I hope you slept well.”

“Why did you hit me?” she demanded.  “Why am I naked?  Why am I bound?  Who are you?”

“Allow me to introduce myself,” he said.  “My name is Monday.  And what might your name be?”

“My name be Pissed As Hell!” she shouted as she struggled to free herself.  But she was bound too tightly.  All she accomplished was bruising her wrists.

“Pleased to meet you Miss Hell,” smiled Monday.  “You certainly are a delightful little package.”  He reached out and ran a finger down the middle of her body, between her breasts until he got to her sex.  There, he started slowly rubbing her petals, amusing himself.

“Get your filthy hands off of me!” she shouted.  “Why am I tied up?”

“Yes,” he sighed as he continued to rub her sex.  “Back to your questions.  I hit you because I wanted to claim you.  You belong to me now.  And I did not think that you would agree to becoming my property on your own.  So I assisted you with the decision by knocking you out.”

Robin listened incredulously.  This befuddled, deranged man thought he could enslave her.  It was outrageous!

“You are naked because I wanted you naked,” he continued.  “I will sometimes allow my slave to wear clothes but it will be my decision.  And today, I decided naked.  I wanted to inspect my new belonging.”

“You’ll never enslave me!” Robin shrieked at him.  “You’ll be hanged for kidnapping me when they finally catch you!”

Monday laughed.  “They’ll never catch me.  I have been shipwrecked for over three years and you are the first person to set foot on this island in all that time.”

He kept his finger moving and detected signs of arousal.  The petals were becoming slick with the girl’s juices.

“And you are bound because I intend to keep you.  You will always be bound in some way.  Perhaps I will build a cage for you to use at times.  But at no times will you be able to escape.”

“Now, if there are no further questions, it’s time for me to sample my new belonging.”  He untied his loincloth to reveal a cock that was significant in size despite not being fully erect.  But as he continued to toy with her sex and he reached up to fondle one of the warm, soft breasts, it slowly elongated and filled until it pointed at her threateningly.

He stepped closer and grasped his cock, aiming it at her sex.  When he got close enough, she whipped her head forward and gave him a head butt, which caused him to stagger backward for a moment.

“Now, that was not nice,” he said calmly.  He moved close again but this time he reached up behind her.  He grabbed her long black hair and cruelly yanked her head back, causing her to yelp in pain.  It was an easy task after that to impale her.  He pushed his cock into her love channel, feeling it slide into the warm, buttery glove that gripped his rigid tool.

“This is rape!” she yelled.

“This is a master using his slave,” he replied as he slowly pumped in and out.  “You are nothing more than my belonging now.”

Robin was furious.  It was not because she was being fucked.  She loved fucking.  But she always chose her partner and the timing.  This male was imposing himself on her in ways that had never happened to her before her surrender to the Spanish.  It was like being back on the Spanish war ship all over again.

She yelped and yelped over and over again.  Sometimes it was because his cock banged painfully against her cervix.  Sometimes it was because he yanked harder on her hair, straining her neck back too far.

He looked at her intently.  She could not tell that because of the way he had her head pulled back so severely.  All she could see was sky.  But he could see her clearly.  His slave had a wonderfully beautiful face.  She had wonderfully beautiful breasts.  Her figure was wonderfully beautiful.  Her legs were wonderfully beautiful.  He decided that his new property was simply wonderfully beautiful.

Slowly, his cock sliced in and out of her.  He was amazingly patient for someone who had not been with a woman in over three years.  But he wanted it to last.  He wanted to savor the moment.

He was thirty years old, if he had kept track of the passing days correctly.  That made him five years older than his captive.  He had been raised in gentility and still carried those manners and mannerisms about him.  But he had become hardened during his isolation.  Many men would have broken down and melted under the duress of being cut off from the world.  But not him.

Monday had declared the island to be his.  He was king.  He was the tyrant who controlled it from tip to tip.  Nobody would take it from him.  Anybody who set foot on his paradise would become his.  A girl had set foot on his land and he had taken her to be his.

Robin groaned as she heard the male grunt and then tense.  She knew that his seed was spilling into her.  She thought about struggling but realized that it would accomplish nothing.  So she just hung in her bindings limply, hoping that he would gain no pleasure from her docile behavior.

Over the ensuing months, Robin grew to fear Monday.  He always looked and sounded gentlemanly.  He smiled.  He never raised his voice.  He always sounded calm and collected.  Maybe that’s what always threw her off guard.

He could be brutal when he wanted to be.  And he always seemed to want to be when she displeased him.  It was not unusual for him to punch her if she talked back to him.  He frequently clubbed her unconscious if she protested.  When he decided to take her anally for the first time, she protested.  When she woke up after being knocked unconscious, she found him lying on her back with his long, thick cock deeply embedded in her ass.  Robin learned to be very quiet.

One time, he returned to camp earlier than she expected.  She was bound to a pole with her arms behind her, wrapped around the pole.  He saw that she had been trying to untie the knots and had almost freed herself.  Another five minutes and she would have succeeded.  For that infraction, he placed her hand on a log and chopped off her pinky finger.  She received a warning that she would lose all of her fingers if she ever tried something that foolish again.  He said it calmly and with a smile.  It was terrifying to Robin.  She gave up trying to escape.

Escape would have been nearly impossible anyways.  They were on a small island together.  Where could she escape to?  Plus, she was constantly bound.  He even kept her bound when he took her with him away from camp.  The usual binding consisted of a long bamboo pole across her shoulders.  Her wrists were lashed to the pole.  He said that he liked this binding because he could easily see what her hands were doing and because it made her body readily available to him.

The rapes continued.  He used her sexually at least three times each day.  There was rarely any foreplay and she rarely received pleasure from him.  He would simply grease up his cock with coconut oil and jam it into her.  It ended up in her ass as often as it plunged into her sex.  She had never before been turned off by sex but she now viewed it as a chore.

Her life was miserable.  And the prospects for life improving in the future were very low.

To be continued

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