"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.
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 to one 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."