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.