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."