Her life was miserable. And the prospects for life improving in the future were very low.
Chapter 12 – Beloved
Annabelle was thriving in her new role of permanent slavery. She had never had so much wonderful sex in her life. And she got plenty of it. Each day she was available to the men and it was rare to find only one cock plugged into her at a time. Most often, two males used her at a time in any combination of her three orifices. Frequently, there would be three cocks inside of her which always made her feel deliciously wicked. She would usually have multiple orgasms when she was used this way. Once, she even serviced five males at the same time. One was sliding in and out of her throat. Two massive cocks impaled her ass and sex. And she had a cock in each hand, masturbating them. She passed out after that session from the almost nonstop orgasms that wracked her body.
The courts finally ruled that Abigail and Carla were not British citizens since they had been fraternizing with the Spanish. They were returned to the officers of the Bedeviled and shared the duties of servicing the males with their new slave sister.
"They won't get fat and lazy," said Isabelle. The ship was anchored in a small, quiet cove at a deserted island and the two officers were curled up in bed together. They rarely had a chance to make love together and they took advantage of a calm, peaceful night. Isabelle had just climaxed and Rachel seemed intent on coaxing another orgasm out of her.
Rachel snuggled up against Isabelle and sucked her nipple into her mouth, gnawing on it lightly before replying. "They will. They already have a lot of time on their hands. The men can only climax so many times before they are totally spent. And we don't have enough chores to keep them busy."
"So what are you proposing?"
"I say that we sell one," said Rachel as she sucked the second nipple into her mouth.
Isabelle looked down to see the tip of her breast disappearing between her beautiful shipmate's lips. She felt her pussy clenching again, despite having just enjoyed an orgasm only minutes earlier. She brushed some stray hairs off of Rachel's cheek and enjoyed the sensations that her lover was sending through her body.
"Which one would we sell?"
Rachel nipped at the sensitive nubbin with her teeth before releasing it, causing Isabelle to inhale audibly. "We could sell any of them, really. Each of them is beautiful. But probably Annabelle since she's the newest."
"But Annabelle is the only thing that we have left of Robin's," said Isabelle. "I would hate to give her up. She's all that I have to remind me of her."
"The captain's dead, Isabelle. Maybe we should get rid of Annabelle just so we can move on with our lives." Rachel went back to the first breast and started suckling.
"I'll have to think about it."
Isabelle rolled Rachel onto her back and then straddled her head, lowering her sex until the labia came in contact with her lover's lips. "In the meantime, this should shut you up."
Robin was lying on her back at that very same moment. Monday had staked her out on the ground in the middle of the camp and was reading himself to beat her. She had failed to carry as much firewood into the camp as he thought appropriate. He had made a whip out of vines and was swinging it through the air and snapping it. He had used it on her back and bottom before and it had stung horribly. This would be the first time he tried it on her front.
The first blow landed across her belly and she screamed as the pain burned her flesh. She struggled against her bindings as she saw him draw back the whip to deliver the second blow. It landed across both breasts and she let out an ear piercing shriek. It felt like her breasts were being torn from her chest.
She had learned that pleading for mercy was useless with the tyrant who held her captive. If anything, it urged him on to do even harsher things. She was surprised that, in the months of captivity, she had only lost a finger considering how sadistic he was.
The next shriek was even louder as he aimed the whip between her legs. It had landed perfectly between her labia but he had missed the clitoris which was his intended target. He would just have to keep trying until his aim was better. He swung the whip again and the shriek that came out of the girl was like music to his ears. It was so loud and high-pitched that he was sure it would shatter glass. He smiled to himself. His aim had improved. He had struck her clit.
There was a knock at the door. "Enter," called Isabelle. The Bosun appeared at the entryway.
"Evenin' Captain," he said as he bowed. "Evenin' First Mate."
"Good evening, Bosun," said Isabelle as she continued to hold her sex to Rachel's face. The Bosun could catch an occasional glimpse of Rachel's tongue as it flickered and darted. He could see her entire luscious body stretched across the bed and he licked his lips, thinking about how fuckable it was. Rachel mumbled a greeting but it was muffled by the wet petals that spread across her lips.
"Sorry for the intrusion, Captain," the Bosun said. "But there is a woman screaming up the hill. It sounds like she's being tortured."
"Are the girls accounted for?"
"Aye, Captain. That they are. They're all in the crew's quarters putting on a show for the lads. I was planning on taking a landing party to investigate."
"Be careful, Bosun. We don't know who's up there or how many."
"We'll be careful, Captain. And I'll take plenty of the lads with me."
"Very well," Isabelle said. "Oh, and Bosun?"
"Aye, Captain?"
"Send one of the men in. My First Mate deserves a reward for being such a good pussy licker today."
"Aye, Captain. I'll send in Tank. I don't think he's had the pleasure of sampling the First Mate in awhile."
Rachel gasped as she listened to the exchange. She loved to fuck and did her part to keep up the morale of the crew. But she had difficulty with Tank. Tank was short for Tankard and he earned the nickname of Tankard because of the size of his cock. It was by far the largest on the ship both in terms of length and breadth. While it was not quite as large as a tankard, it was not far from it. Fucking him was like fucking a cannon barrel.
The Bosun left and found Tank who was watching the entertainment. Carla was lying on the floor and Abigail was fisting her. Annabelle was straddling Carla's face and Carla was busy tonguing her slave sister. Annabelle was amusing herself with Carla's breasts, squeezing them and stretching the nipples away from her chest.
Although Tank was enjoying the show, he readily agreed to go to officers' quarters. He loved fucking both of them. The Bosun gathered up his landing party and they headed ashore.
Isabelle got up off Rachel when Tank arrived. Tank entered the room. She had the male grasp Rachel's ankles and drag her down the bed until her legs draped over the side and her bottom was perched on the edge. Then Isabelle straddled the lovely face again, this time facing Tank. Rachel's tongue went back to work although she was tense and tentative now. She knew that she was about to be stretched widely and possibly painfully.
Isabelle reached out and untied the loincloth around Tank's waist and let it fall to the floor. He was soft but, even in its flaccid state, the cock was larger than most men's. She grasped it and gave it a few strokes. Then she reached up and lifted both breasts, holding them in her palms and offering them to the crew member. She knew that Tank was infatuated with her breasts and that he would harden quickly once he started sucking on them.
It worked again this time. Tank's hungry mouth moved from one delicious orb to the other and he was hard in no time. She released one breast and reached down, positioning the cock at the entrance to Rachel's sex. He continued to feast on the warm breast flesh as he slowly but insistently pressed his cock forward. Rachel gasped as she felt herself being stretched around the log but kept moving her tongue diligently.