"I promise, Princess, you'll enjoy yourself. I will never whore you out to someone I think would hurt you," Victoria assured her new pet, kissing her forehead. "Do this for me, and you'll be even less likely to sit on a cock at my command. Unless you find yourself wanting one, that is," she laughed, running her index finger around Hailee's opening a single time in teasing, but it was enough to make the heiress moan.
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As the crew of the Gambit secured her to the docks, Captain Black, Hailee, and Mr. Lucious prepared to go ashore.
"Listen to me carefully, Hailee," Victoria said, grabbing Hailee by the shoulders. "As soon as we touch land, I have some business to take care of. Mr. Lucious will escort you to the White Hall Tavern to meet Ms. Hardy. I will rendezvous with you there. It may take me a while, but Ms. Hardy will make you feel at home." With that, Victoria took a head start and took off, leaping from the Gambit with a rope, and landing expertly on the dock.
Victoria was barely on the sand before she was roughly grabbed by two hulking Black men.
"Well well, if it isn't Captain Victoria Black," a teasing Irish voice said from behind the struggling captain.
Victoria relaxed and shook her head. "Good noon, Ms. Macintyre," she said calmly. "I was just on my way to see you."
"I've no doubt," the criminal mastermind said with a laugh. "The Gambit doesn't look too low on the water, Victoria," Katie Macintyre whispered in the captain's ear, the task made easy by them being the same height. "How are you supposed to pay me back for the Gambit if you're not bringing in prizes?"
"I'm really close to getting you a massive prize, Katie, I promise," Victoria tried to convince the lass, who had just snapped her fingers and began leading the trio to a warehouse just off the beach. "Oh come on, Katie. I just need a bit more time. We don't have to do this!"
"I do, Victoria. I need to remind you what happens when you don't pay your debts," Katie scolded the elusive Puerto Rican. "If you don't pay me in gold, I'll pay myself by taking delight in your flesh," the older lady said, pushing open a pair of large wooden double doors, and then closing them once everyone was inside. "Boys, over there," Katie instructed, pointing to a large hook hanging from the ceiling.
The massive Africans tied her hands together with a hemp rope and tugged her Slender arms over her head, hanging her to the great hook.
"Can't we talk through this, Katie? Up my interests or something?" Her pleas fell on deaf ears as one of the Africans tore her blouse right down the middle, exposing her firm tits and mocha nipples.
"My God, I forgot how good you look naked," Katie said, licking her lips as she stepped forward and cupped Victoria's chest in her hand, admiring her flat stomach and the flare of her hips under her signature black leather pants. "I've missed this body," she said as she dropped a hand to cup Victoria's crotch. "I'm going to taste this pussy, and we'll take a few pieces of eight off the tab, yeah?"
Victoria spat, but Katie knew her prey too well, opening her mouth and catching the spit, only to spit it on her own fingers and spear them past Victoria's waistband, feeling her soft lower lips.
"God, I hate that I like your fingers," Victoria groaned, torn between trying to pull on her restraints or whether she wanted to hump the fingers that were slowly working their way into her dampening, squishy core.
"I know you do, darling," Katie said soothingly, kissing her neck. "Don't forget who first showed you how to use that sweet mouth, who first spread your legs, who taught you to eat pussy." Katie snapped her fingers, and in seconds, Victoria's boots, pants, and britches were all cast aside without Katie's finger leaving Victoria's cunt.
"How could I forget?" Victoria asked in a breathy voice, giving in to base needs, rolling her hips into Katie's hand. Katie was all too happy to grind her palm into Victoria's clit, making herself smile at how wet she had already gotten the notorious pirate captain.
"But unfortunately, I'm not here to slowly draw you to orgasm, my pet," the green-eyed goddess said, slowly drawing her fingers out of Victoria's tight hole.
"What? Why not?" Victoria asked, pretending she didn't know why Katie brought the biggest men she could find with her.
"Because these gentlemen here are going to discipline you for not having my fucking money," Katie told her, sucking Victoria off of her long slender fingers. "Do whatever you want to this Puerto Rican bitch, boys."
Katie took a few steps back and opened her own shirt, playing with her nipples with one hand, and undoing her cotton slacks with the other to pleasure herself as she watched the two bulls strip themselves.
They added slack to the rope, pushing Victoria down to her knees, but had the decency to ball up the discarded clothes beneath her.
"Gents, please, you don't have to do this!" Victoria begged as she watched them stroke their massive black dicks.
"Shut the fuck up and take it, Vicky. This was a normal Saturday afternoon for you when I set you to work in that Barbados whore house," Katie scolded, two fingers as deep in her own pussy as she could get.
Victoria rolled her eyes at her former mistress as the two men were finally fully upon her, giant, rod-stiff cocks right at her mouth. "Get a good eye full, because you're about to learn that this Puerto Rican bitch still has it," she spat defiantly as she opened her mouth wide, taking the first dark purple tip into her mouth, her soft lips stretching to accommodate the sheer size of it.
