The Black Flag Ch. 2
Written by Harbinger96
Disclaimer: This is a purely fantasy story that doesn't make money.
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The next morning, Hailee woke to the sound of gulls and the happy cries of a crew that were as loud as any cannonade could be.
The brunette captive opened her eyes and saw that Captain Black was already gone. The only sign that she had been there at all was a single orange on a writing desk.
Hailee slowly got up and rubbed a hand over her pussy, trying to pick up residual feelings of last night to see if it had really happened.
The wayward lady picked up the orange and went back to bed, wishing to enjoy her orange in peace, but also a little more than frightened to leave the safety of the cabin.
Hailee wasn't alone long, for the door quietly opened and Victoria slipped inside.
"Oh good, you're awake," the little war criminal said, closing the door behind her.
"Good morning, Captain," Hailee said shyly, aware of her nakedness, and remembering the captain's order from last night. She wasn't to hide her nakedness from the captain.
"You found your breakfast as well," Victoria observed as she sat on her bed next to the taller girl. "We're making port at Nassau today."
"Nassau?" Hailee asked, her eyes widening. I'm staying on the ship, right?"
Victoria laughed. "No you are not. Also, I and God only know when we'll dock again, so you best come with us," she said as she ran a finger along Hailee's chin and bottom lip, collecting some dribbling orange juice.
Hailee opened her mouth to speak, but Victoria slid the juicy finger into Hailee's mouth like a practiced lover. The act along with the sweet citrus taste made Hailee close her eyes and moan.
"Good morning, Princess," Victoria purred, running her fingers through Hailee's tangled bedhead.
"Good morning, Captain," Hailee dreamily responded once Victoria had slid her finger, now clean, from Hailee's lips.
"I've a friend in Nassau I want you to meet, anyway. She's a skilled musician by the name of Rachel that I know will adore you. She's the only proper lady on the entire fucking island."
"I'll be happy to meet her, then," Hailee nodded curtly.
"I also owe her a debt which I'll be paying."
"May I ask how much you owe her?" Hailee ventured.
"It's not a monetary debt, per se. I'm paying her back by giving her a night with you."
Hailee's jaw dropped. "You're whoring me?" she asked incredulously.
"Only to Rachel," Victoria said in a nearly defensive tone. "And besides, I promise you'll love her. She's more of a giver than a taker anyway."
"It's not like I can say no, regardless," Hailee said, giving in to her fate. "If I don't do what you'll say, you've told me every person on this ship will have me."
"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?"