Blackheart

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."