The third woman surprised her. She looked to be in her mid twenties, hardly old enough to have a teenage daughter.
"How old are you?" asked Robin as she stroked the redhead's breast. There was only the slightest hint of sag to the large breasts but Robin found it to be very alluring. The skin was satiny and warm and soft.
"Twenty four, miss," she replied. That made her only one year younger than Robin.
"Which one is your daughter?"
"Christina is my niece, miss," she said and punctuated her sentence with a grunt as the huge cock slammed into her again.
"Ahhh," said Robin. "That explains it." This woman would also bring a hefty sum at the auction. They had taken three beautiful mature women. And she already knew that the three teenagers were just darling. Each of them should bring a king's ransom at the upcoming auction. It was going to be a very profitable visit to Bitter End.
"We have one more table, Captain," grinned another crew member. "Care to join in?"
Robin laughed. She had just been propositioned. And while she would have enjoyed indulging, there were things that needed her attention. "Sorry, Stump. I have to get back to the Bedeviled. But I may be back later so save some for me."
Isabelle met her when she got back on deck and kissed her. Isabelle was her Dutch first mate and currently had command of the merchant vessel. And, like her captain, she had stripped out of her bloody clothes and was pressing her naked flesh against that of her captain.
Robin stepped back and reached out, lifting both of Isabelle's magnificent breasts in her hands and giving them squeezes. Robin was always amazed at how gracefully Isabelle moved. Robin thought that, if she had breasts as large as her first mate's, she would hardly be able to stand up let alone glide effortlessly across the deck or sail through the air from the rigging to jump from one ship to another.
Isabelle reached out, letting her fingers glide between Robin's legs. She pulled her hand back and inspected her fingers which were glistening from Robin's dew. "I see that the sights down below have gotten you aroused."
Robin laughed again. "Guilty. Aye, they have. But I find the sights up here to be even more arousing." She gave the breasts another squeeze.
"I swear that you are a tit woman. You just love big breasts."
"I certainly love your big breasts." Robin leaned down and flicked her tongue over the stiff nipples.
"Ooooo," squealed Isabelle in delight. "If you keep that up, I'm going to have difficulty concentrating on my duties."
Robin gave each nipple a quick nip with her teeth and then released the full breasts. "I doubt that. I've watched you at the helm with a cock ramming in and out of you before."
"Well, steering the ship in the middle of the ocean doesn't take a lot of concentration. On another subject, have you decided what you're going to do with the females? Are you selling all of them?"
"That's what I had been thinking. Why? Do you have one you want to keep?"
"Well," blushed Isabelle. "The redhead's awfully cute. Maybe we could keep her for a bit."
Robin smiled and kissed Isabelle. "Yes, she is cute. They're all beautiful, in fact. Yes, maybe we should keep one or two of them. We can keep the redhead and maybe I'll pick out one of the girls to keep as a pet for us."
"I didn't get a good look at them earlier," said Isabelle. "How do they look?"
"They're all gorgeous," replied Robin. "Fresh and sweet. They look good enough to eat."
It was Isabelle's turn to laugh. "And how do they taste?"
"I haven't eaten any of them yet," said Robin. "Come on over to the Bedeviled when you get things squared away here. We can taste them together."
"I'll be over as soon as I set the watch."
Chapter 2 – Bejeweled
The Blackheart pirates were known and feared throughout the Caribbean and much of the Atlantic. They were rumored to be ruthless and cruel and crude. No merchant ship wanted to be anywhere near them. Most naval vessels also steered a long course around them if they could.
The Blackheart pirates derived their name from their captain who was known around the region as Blackheart. Behind that nickname was a woman named Robin Somerset.
"We can get rid of the head now," Robin said as she climbed onto the deck of the Bedeviled. She just swam back from the merchant ship and climbed up the rope ladder that was hanging down the side of the ship.
"Aye, Captain," replied one of the men. He grabbed another crew member and they went to the front of the ship. One tended the lines as the other climbed out over the water. The man had to hold his breath because of the horrid stench and he worked as fast as he could. He pulled out his knife and sliced through the rope, letting the head drop down into the sea.
The crew was very tight; almost like family. So it was with great sadness that Robin happened upon one of her crew members, a week earlier, meeting with an officer of the Spanish navy. The two men were hunched over a map as Robin rounded the corner in Tortolla. She held back as soon as she saw them, hiding from view.
Andrew, from her crew, was pointing at the map. He would move his finger along the map and then punch at a point on it. Then he would move his finger again and punch. This kept up for awhile until the officer folded up the map. He pulled out a pouch and upended it on the table, spilling a dozen gold coins onto it. Andrew collected the gold coins and stuffed them back into the pouch, heading off toward the ship with the pouch in his hand.
Robin was devastated. She had been betrayed before but never by someone from her own crew. She had to make sure it would never happen again.
"You are guilty," she proclaimed thirty minutes later when she got done interrogating Andrew. There was no trial. There was no calling of witnesses. The captain was the law on a pirate ship. "And you will be executed," she declared.
"Strip him and stretch him on the bench." The bench was the usual site for punishment. An offender could be bent over it or stretched lengthwise over the top. On this day, the offender was stretched, lying on his back, looking up at the tropical sun that was descending toward the horizon.
She ordered the crew onto the deck to witness the sentence. And then she began. She drew her dagger and carved a heart-shaped design into the man's chest. He shrieked with pain as the blade dug into his flesh.
Then she reached to his crotch and grabbed his balls, stretching them away from his body and causing him to howl again. With a swift motion of her hand, she sliced the sac away from the offender, eliciting an ear-piercing shriek. Then she stuffed the severed balls into the traitor's mouth.
It took several minutes for the Bosun to stitch the mouth shut. The needle pierced the lips over and over again but eventually the balls were locked behind the perpetually sealed lips.
Robin sliced her blade across the man's throat, causing a fountain of blood to erupt. Within a minute, he lay lifeless. She raised her sword and brought it down swiftly, severing the head from the body. Then she had the crew hang the head from the bow of the ship. It would serve as a gory symbol.
She was not proud of what she did. But she could not tolerate treachery. An example had to be made of the man who betrayed her and his ship mates.