Blackheart

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 kneeling, 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.