Blackheart

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.