"Oh god!" she uttered as she realized what they meant. One would be fitted on each of her wrists and ankles. The fifth one was intended for her neck. She truly was going to be treated as a slave.
"If you'll follow me," said the Bosun, "we'll get these fitted." He walked to the other side of the ship and a gap opened in her cage of males to allow her to follow him. He stopped before an anvil and a naked male was standing behind it, holding a large hammer. She saw pieces of metal resting in some hot coals and glowing.
They had her kneel beside the anvil and lean over it, placing her neck on it. The Bosun wrapped her collar around her neck and the other male retrieved one of the hot pieces of metal. He positioned it at the holes on the collar and then pounded it through, locking the collar onto her. It had an air of permanence about it. The cuffs were placed on her wrists next and sealed the same way.
The ankle cuffs were the last items locked on her. To do this, she had to sit beside the anvil and the Bosun lifted one of her legs at a time, placing her ankle on the anvil. She glanced down and was horrified to see that her pussy was gaping open in this obscene position. She was even more horrified that her sex was abundantly wet, giving testimony to her arousal. She looked up and saw that the men were circled around her, leering at her. Several of them sported massive cocks that were standing at attention. The whole scene was just so lewd! She felt thrills rushing through her body. When the last of the cuffs was secured in place, she was delivered to the officers.
Five naked women were already in the officers' quarters. Robin was seated in a chair and Isabelle and Rachel sat in chairs of their own on either side of her. Abigail and Carla were kneeling, facing Isabelle and Rachel.
"Come in, girl," said Robin. Annabelle was a little taken aback at being called girl but entered the room and closed the door behind her. Robin waved her closer and Annabelle moved until she was standing in front of the captain.
"Kneel, girl," commanded Robin.
"Yes, Robin," whispered Annabelle as another thrill rushed through her body.
"That's ‘yes Mistress' for slavegirls like you."
Annabelle gulped. This was much more realistic than she expected. "Yes, Mistress." This was exactly what she had asked for but now she was not so sure. The metal circling parts of her body was as terrifying as it was exciting. And now, being called girl and having to call Robin Mistress was driving home the fact that she would be treated as a slave.
Annabelle knelt before Robin and instinctively cast her eyes down submissively. The move did not go unnoticed by Robin. She sat there for a moment, admiring the lovely creature before her who had literally given her body to her. No blood had to be shed. No money exchanged hands. Nobody was blackmailed. Annabelle had simply delivered herself as a present to the pirates. Robin made a mental note that, if they ever decided to leave these waters permanently, they would take this girl with them. Until they made that move, however, it would be tantamount to suicide to enslave the mayor's wife.
Robin reached down and gathered the girl's full breasts in her hands. Robin had handled them many times before but the move always caused Annabelle to tense and to blush in embarrassment. Robin loved the instinctive reactions and thought that the girl looked cute when she blushed. She also loved the heavy orbs that were currently resting in her palms. She could play with them all day. But that was not in the plans today.
"Girl," she said, "I will give you one last chance to change your mind. After that, you are mine whenever I wish to claim you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," whispered Annabelle in response.
"What is your decision?"
Annabelle hesitated for a moment before answering. "I belong to you, Mistress."
Robin smiled and gave the ripe breasts a squeeze. "Yes, you do belong to me. From now on, you will be betwixt. You will be free when I am at sea. You will belong to me when I am in Bitter End. You will live betwixt the two."
"Thank you, Mistress." Abigail and Carla turned their heads quickly toward their new slave sister with confused looks on their faces. This beautiful woman had just volunteered to be a slave. Not only that, but she had thanked the captain for enslaving her. They could not believe that anyone could ever do that.
"You are welcome, pet," smiled Robin. She gave the heavy breasts a bounce and then spoke again. "Look up at me, girl." Annabelle dutifully raised her eyes and looked into the captain's deep brown eyes.
"You have a busy day ahead of you, girl," Robin continued. "The men have been at sea for two weeks. Your sisters have done their best to keep them satisfied but two weeks is a long time and they are only two girls. This morning, you will help them keep the men's morale up."
Annabelle sucked in her breath audibly as she realized what Robin meant. "Oh, Robin… I mean oh, Mistress. I can't do that. I'm a married woman."
"I see. Maybe I am missing something." Robin had anticipated the response. She bounced the breasts again. "Who do these belong to?"
Annabelle cast her eyes down again and felt her blush deepen. "They belong to you, Mistress."
"Look up at me girl," Robin corrected. Annabelle quickly snapped her head back and looked back into Robin's eyes. "Aye, they belong to me. And if I want to let the men feast on them, I will do that."
Robin released the breasts and placed a fingertip between Annabelle's lips, pushing forward into the girl's mouth. "Who does this belong to?"
"It eerog oo oo," replied Annabelle as best she could with a finger in her mouth, trembling as she was reminded of her new status.
"Yes, it is mine now too. And if I choose to fill it with a cock, it will suck cocks. Who does this belong to?" Robin moved a foot forward and stroked her big toe between Annabelle's labia, feeling her toe becoming well lubricated from the girl's arousal. She pumped her finger in and out of her new mouth several times before withdrawing it.
"It belongs to you, Mistress," whimpered Annabelle.
"Aye, it is my property now. And if I choose to fill it with seed, it will receive cocks. Stand up and turn around, girl." Annabelle quickly scrambled to her feet and turned, facing away from Robin. Robin slipped a finger into the girl's juicy sex and then pried her bottom cheeks apart. She placed her glistening finger at the little rosebud and pushed forward until it was lodged in Annabelle's rectum, eliciting a gasp from the beautiful wife.
"Who does this belong to?"
Annabelle groaned and then replied, feeling as if her whole body was blushing. "It belongs to you, Mistress."
"Yes, I own that too. And if I want it stretched around a shaft, I will fill it with cocks also. Now, tell me again what it is that you can't do."
Annabelle closed her eyes in shame. She took a deep breath and then replied. "Nothing, Mistress. I am yours to do with as you please."
Robin smiled and gave one of the shapely bottom cheeks a pat. Then she arose from her chair. "Good girl. Now let's go get you set up for the morning."
Annabelle followed Robin up to the deck where the men were gathered, awaiting their special treat. Isabelle and Rachel brought the other two slaves. It only took a few minutes to secure all three females so that they could be enjoyed by the crew. Annabelle was secured upright in a frame and spread eagle with her new shackles attached to the corners of a frame. Abigail was bound over the top of a barrel. Carla was bound lying on her back with her legs pulled upward and stretched to the sides. All three were positioned so they could watch the others. Isabelle walked from girl to girl carrying a jar of lubricant which she smeared liberally in and around the three assholes. Then the three officers stood together.