Rachel was moaning again and gasping for air. Robin bit down on one of the juicy nipples, eliciting a groan, and kept her fingers moving. The pain in her nipple mixed with the pleasure that she felt from the fingers and lips and cock and pushed her over the edge. Robin continued strumming the clit and Bones kept slamming his cock into the second mate. Rachel climaxed again and eventually Bones tensed and groaned, spewing his seed into his officer. Robin moved her lips to Rachel's and kissed her, letting her fingers lie still as Rachel came back down to earth.
"Let's take a better look at what we caught today," suggested Robin after Rachel recovered and Bones left the room. She got off the bed and went to the cages. One by one, the girls were removed from the cages and bound with their hands stretched high over their heads. They were already naked, having been stripped shortly after being brought on board.
Robin and Rachel started at one end. The first girl's mouth was pried open and they inspected her teeth, almost as they would if they were assessing a horse. The muscles were squeezed and the skin was stroked. Breasts were lifted and palpated. A finger was probed into the girl's sex and then into her rectum. She squealed at both intrusions and was blushing furiously by the time they moved on to the second girl. This process was repeated on both of the other two girls.
"Which one?" asked Robin.
"This one," replied Rachel, walking back to the first girl they had inspected. She was a beautiful blonde with a well developed and very feminine body. Robin approved of the choice because this girl had the largest breasts of the three. She would provide hours of entertainment.
"Good choice. I'm just going to get the other two ready for tomorrow." She opened a drawer and pulled out a curved needle. She attached a black thread to the needle and then stepped in front of the girl in the middle. "Hold her still for me."
Rachel moved behind the girl and placed a hand on each side of her head, holding her steady. Robin raised the needle to the girl's face.
"What are you going to do with that?" asked the girl in a frightened voice.
"Hold still," replied Robin. "I'm going to give you a little ornament. It will only hurt for an instant."
"Please no," begged the girl. "Please don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want."
"Hush, girl," said Robin. She moved the needle closer and, in one swift motion, plunged it through the girl's septum. The girl shrieked but by that time, Robin had pushed the needle all the way through. She reached into the drawer again and pulled out a little piece of jewelry.
Robin held it up and fed one end of the thread through the little eye at the top of the jewelry. She then snugged up the thread until the object almost touched the nose. When she was finished, the object rested against the girl's upper lip. It was a tiny black onyx, carved in the shape of a heart. Robin sold all of her slaves like this. They wore the symbol of the Blackheart pirates whenever they were sent to the auction block.
They attached an identical heart to the other girl who was to be sold and then the three girls were stuffed back into their cages with a warning not to lose their jewelry or things would be very bad for them. They stood back and admired the decoratively bejeweled girls and then it was Rachel's turn to make love to Robin.
Chapter 3 – Bemoaned
The two women with black onyx hearts dangling from their noses were sobbing, one of them uncontrollably so as they bemoaned their fate. "I'm so sorry, sweetie," she wept over and over again. They were tied with their hands bound over their heads. The rope around their wrists led up to a cable that stretched across the courtyard. A second cable ran parallel to it. And tethered to each cable were about ten naked slaves waiting to be sold.
On the second cable, directly across from the two sobbing women were two teenage girls with matching black onyx hearts resting on their upper lips. They were crying also. "It's all right, Mama. It's not your fault."
The woman who was sobbing uncontrollably was looking at her beautiful daughter. She had already figured out that they were to be sold and she realized that this might be the last time she ever saw her daughter. And she realized that her precious girl would likely spend the rest of her life in slavery.
The second woman kept looking down each of the lines of slaves, looking for her own daughter, Abigail. But she was nowhere to be seen. Had she been kept as a slave to the pirates like they had kept Carla, the beautiful redheaded aunt of the second teenager with the black heart dangling from her nose? Everything seemed so helpless.
Men and women walked up and down the two lines of slaves. Most of the slaves were females although there were three men also being sold. The people wandering by were an even mix of men and women. Some of the shoppers looked like they might be pirates. They were dressed in seafaring garb and looked like a rugged lot. Others were dressed in their finery and looked like they were either from the city here or were passengers on one of the many ships in the harbor.
Bitter End was built at the end of a long, narrow island. There was a harbor here that protected the ships from inclement weather. Two forts sat at the ends of long peninsulas that wrapped around the harbor. These provided protection from unwanted guests.
The city itself was built at the edge of the water. It had started as an outlaw outpost but, as people moved there to participate in the booming commerce, it became more and more gentrified. Now there were more merchants and barristers and bankers than there were outlaws.
"Oh look, dear," said a woman as she stopped in front of the two teenagers. "Two virgins." She reached up and ran her finger along the white ribbon that circled the neck of one of the girls. Then she reached higher, rubbing the backs of her fingers across the girl's cheek.
The woman's husband stepped up beside his wife and raised his hands to grasp the girl's breasts. She winced, more out of shock and disgust than anything else. He had not gripped her hard. "I don't know how a pretty little thing like this could have remained a virgin. How old are you, girl?"
"Sixteen," she sniffled. She tried to back away when his fingers captured her nipples and rolled them back and forth. But he squeezed down on them, holding her in place and causing her to yelp.
The wife moved to the girl standing beside her and had similarly claimed the beautiful pair of breasts. "I don't know how the Blackhearts catch such pretty women. They always seem to have the finest merchandise here."
"Should we buy one of them?" asked the husband.
The wife heard uncontrollable sobbing behind her and glanced over her shoulder. She saw two more black hearts dangling from noses. "We should look at all of the merchandise before making our decision. Look, Charles. Two more Blackheart girls."
They both stood in front of the two mothers and, once again, breasts filled their hands. They squeezed the soft flesh and toyed with the nipples. "These are a bit old for my taste," said the husband. "They're better suited for entertaining sailors and pirates in the brothels."
Both women sobbed louder as they listened to the conversation. Both were beet red from the humiliation of being naked and openly pawed and from being declared too old. The daughter stared in wide-eyed disbelief as she saw the woman handling her mother's breasts.
"Oh, I don't know," said the wife. She leaned down and flicked her tongue over one of the nipples she held in her hand. "I think they're lovely. I think almost everyone would enjoy owning these two."
"Well, so far, I'm eying one of the two virgins. But let's check out the other goods." They wandered down the two lines and continued inspecting merchandise.