Blackheart

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.