Isabelle finally climaxed and got off of the prone woman beneath her. Then she amused herself with the full, ripe orbs of her First Mate, pausing occasionally to kiss her passionately.
Rachel climaxed three times over the next hour as the huge cock pounded in and out of her and pummeled her cervix. Isabelle feasted on the lips and breasts and occasionally reached down to squeeze Tank's heavy balls. Eventually, he climaxed and filled her honey pot with honey of his own.
It took them thirty minutes to reach their destination. They were led to the spot by the shrieks which were emitted every couple of minutes. When they arrived, they saw a man standing over a prone woman who had red stripes across her breasts and belly and thighs.
"Having fun, bloke?" asked the Bosun as the landing party stepped into the camp.
"What?!?!?!" sputtered Monday, startled that anyone could possibly be on his island. "Where did you come from?"
"We're just down below. Parked at your lovely island for the night, we did."
"Bosun?" said Robin as she lifted her head. "Is that you?"
"Captain?" replied the Bosun in astonishment. "Good god! We heard you were dead!"
"No Bosun. Lost but not dead."
"Captain?!?!?!?!" sputtered Monday. "She's a captain?"
"Aye, Mate. She be our captain."
Monday looked back down at his prisoner. "You're a captain? Why didn't you ever tell me?"
"You never asked," Robin responded. "Besides, you had no need to know."
Monday shook his head in disbelief. He had never heard of a female captain before. But he supposed that females might be able to handle a merchant vessel and ferry cargo back and forth across the sea.
"Well, I don't know anything about her being a captain," said Monday. "I just know she's a great fuck."
"Aye," replied the Bosun with a grin. "There's no better fuck around. But she's our captain and she's our fuck. Ye best be letting her up now."
"What do you mean let her up?" replied Monday. "She's mine. She belongs to me."
Instantly, without a sound or a gesture or a glance, a half dozen guns were drawn as were ten swords. Monday backed away from where Robin was lying but was surrounded by Blackhearts.
"Now wait, lads," Monday said. "I'm sure we can strike a deal."
The Bosun walked over to Robin and looked down at his beautiful but brutally whipped captain. He used his dagger to cut the ropes off of her. "What did she do to deserve this?"
"She was lazy today," Monday replied. "I was giving her some motivation."
"Jeeesshhh!" exclaimed the Bosun. "You've got real anger issues, bloke. I mean, we're pirates. We're supposed to misbehave. But we've never done anything this bad."
"What?!?!?!?" sputtered Monday. "You're pirates? She's a pirate captain?"
"Aye, Mate," nodded the Bosun. "We're pirates and she's our captain."
He helped Robin to her feet before continuing. "Let me introduce you to Blackheart." This drew another gasp from Monday. They saw the blood drain from his face. He had heard of Blackheart but had no idea that Blackheart was female. And he never had any idea that he had held the notorious pirate as a prisoner and treated her as a sex slave.
Robin stood with her feet shoulder width apart and her hands on her hips. Her shoulders were back and her head was held high. Her long black mane flowed across her shoulders and down her back. She looked commanding.
"I hope that he treated you well, Captain," said the Bosun.
Robin reached up and lifted her breasts in her hands, showing the cruel, angry welts across them. "Does this look like he treated me well?"
Then she released her breasts and held up her hand to let them see the missing pinkie finger. "Does this look like he treated me well? He is a sick, sadistic fuck!"
"Now, now," interrupted Monday. He was smiling to all of the pirates as if he was running for some elected office. "I had to maintain discipline on the island. It was for everybody's well being."
"I understand, Mate," said the Bosun in reply. "Bones, would you be good enough to escort the captain back to the Bedeviled? The boys and I will continue the discussion here."
"Aye, I'd be happy to," replied Bones. "Captain, if you would follow me?"
Robin didn't know what they were up to. And frankly, she didn't care. She just wanted to get back to her ship and crew as fast as she could. They were halfway down the hill when the screaming started. It continued until they reached the boat that would take them to the ship that was anchored in the harbor.
"Bones, thank you for rescuing me," said Robin as the little boat ferried them across the water.
"You're welcome, Captain," he replied. "But I didn't really do anything but tag along. Bosun organized the party."
"Then I'll be sure to thank him too."
"I know just the way to thank him, Captain," he commented as he reached out and cupped one of her breasts in his large hand. "He has missed your soft warm body and your tight buttery warmth. We all have."
Robin laughed and slid her hand beneath his loincloth, grasping his cock. "I have missed all of you too."
"Bones," she continued, "I want to surprise Isabelle and Rachel. Can you arrange for the men to stay quiet until I meet with them?"
"Shouldn't be a problem, Captain."
Only one pirate was on lookout duty. The rest were down below, enjoying the slavegirls. It was dark now so the lookout would be able to detect the boat but not its contents. The boat slid alongside the Bedeviled and Bones clambered up the stairs. He swore the guard to secrecy and then went back down to escort Robin up.
Robin slipped quietly into officers' quarters, hearing the moans and wet slapping sounds. Tank had recovered after fucking Rachel senseless. Now he sat in a chair and Isabelle straddled his legs, impaled on the long, beefy cock. As she raised and lowered her body, letting the huge cock fuck her, Rachel's face was pressed to her chest as she feasted on Isabelle's generous orbs.
Robin padded quietly across the floor to stand behind Isabelle. She raised her finger to her lips when Tank spotted her, signaling that he should remain silent. She reached around Isabelle and placed a palm beneath each of the breasts that she loved so much and lifted them.
"I have missed these," she said. Then she released one and stroked Rachel's cheek. "And I have missed these talented lips."
"Robin!!!" they both exclaimed as they heard her voice. "We thought you were dead!"
"Dead in spirit for awhile, perhaps," she replied. "But not dead in body or mind. Now my spirit is alive again too."
Isabelle stood up and let the bludgeon of a cock slip from her, causing Tank to groan in frustration. She turned and hugged Robin and Rachel moved in to hug her also.
"Oh no you don't!" admonished Robin. "You aren't finished yet."
She pushed Isabelle back until she was straddling Tank again. Then she gripped Tank's cock in one hand and she pushed down on Isabelle's shoulder with the other, letting the cock slice back into her. Robin feasted on one nipple as Rachel sucked on the other.
Robin stroked Isabelle's clit as she rode up and down on the male and grasped his heavy balls, rolling them back and forth. It did not take long in this highly charged atmosphere for both couplers to achieve climax. As soon as Isabelle's struck her, Robin placed both hands on her shoulders and pushed her down as far as she could. Isabelle howled but felt the climax intensify as the pain mixed with the pleasure.
The three women chatted among themselves, each trying to learn what had happened since they last saw each other. Isabelle and Rachel wanted to know about the welts across her front and how she escaped the explosion on the Spanish ship. Robin wanted to know about the crew and the slaves and how many ships they had taken in her absence. They gabbed for only a few minutes, however, before they heard a knock at the door and Bones entered. "The lads have gathered on deck, Captain. They don't believe me about you being alive."