Aboard the Blackheart

Pssst. A special thank you to "Sasha", for getting my arse in gear.

I'm wondering if Anomes_Calling is still reading, I miss your pirate puns.

Please review! I'd like to know how I'm doing now that I've returned.





“You once expressed an interest in my bare body, and as I stated earlier this evening; you’ve earned it. You may look, but you cannot touch. That, along with the fact that it pleases me would be the reasoning as to why I have restrained you.” Blackheart explained as she unbuttoned her shirt. Abigail leaned up slightly to watch as the woman who straddled her bare hips allowed her shirt to slip from her shoulders and down her back The girl found herself if not hypnotized, then completely entranced. Her Captain's skin was a smooth, darkly tanned olive tone. She was gorgeous from the soft curve of her collar bone, to her slender waist and pronounced hip bones. Her breasts were ample and sat high on her chest. Bathed in moonlight above her was a goddess in her own right.



“You are beautiful.” Abby’s enchanted whisper drifted up to her ears, she’d nearly forgotten the crushing desire dwelling within her.



Matius took advantage of the dreamy expression on the young pirate’s face, slipping down and between the small girl’s thighs without response. She slid her hands up the soft skin of them, bringing Abigail’s attention once more to the grating deprivation she’d been suffering. Blackheart brought a single fingertip slowly up her inner thigh, internally gleeful at the slickness she found when she reached her target. Bringing her eyes up to her subject’s, she began to run her finger up over Abby’s entrance and then slowly back down as she squirmed whimpering her pleas. Her body strained against her bindings, trying to close the distance. Her eyes finally fluttering closed in frustration.



“Look at me.” Blackheart annunciated slowly, dangerously.



Abigail’s eyes snapped open almost involuntarily, the second she did Matius thrust into her as far as she could manage. The effect was instantaneous, the small pirate’s head thrown back as groaned through clenched teeth. Grinning wickedly once more, Blackheart took her spare hand and applied it to Abigail's hip. She used it to hold her down and in place against the mattress while the other thrust into the girl. Her body strained spectacularly against it’s restraints. The tone and definition in Abby's abdomen and arms showing out, only exacerbating the Captain’s hunger for her reactions. Her finger, or fingers, as quickly became the case; picked up the tempo. Thrusting, twisting, pushing and brushing deep inside of Abby, touching with force.. all of the right spots. The sudden change in internal pressure as well as pleasure caused her to cry out sharply, her head spinning with the sensation of it all. Matius continued with this method for a measure of time that Abigail could not comprehend, she was an entity confounding the sense of time and space, all at once completely helpless to the near overwhelming furor of it. Just when she thought she had a handle on herself, able to muffle her reactions the angle was one more changed. Blackheart’s hand wrapped around her hip, thumb digging into the pressure point it found under the soft flesh. She hooked both fingers upward, brushing slowly at first across the surface of the ever familiar bundle of nerves located there. Abigail cursed, her body jerking at the unexpected near electrical impulse she felt course through her body. Matius could be heard chuckling overhead, as she began brushing the spot with more force.



“Nnnnn” Abigail strained once more as she felt herself being pushed further, higher, and higher into oblivion.



“Look at me.” The Captain demanded once more, with authority ringing in her voice. “I want to see you come undone at my hands.” Her tone was husky with desire, causing Abby’s cheeks to flush a dark crimson. She barely got the opportunity to bring her eyes up to the ever demanding woman before tremors began to wrack her body. Higher yet she was pushed, as Matius felt her tighten around her digits while the girl’s body seemingly unravelled. A scream echoed within the cabin, and she was somewhere else drifting, her whole body feeling as though it were nothing more than atoms, particles adrift weightless in the breeze.



Abigail panted rapidly as Blackheart removed herself from her body, sliding once more to her side. Stroking her hair with a certain suspect gentleness; placing a chaste kiss on her jaw.



“You’re a fierce adversary in battle; one could even call you a warrior..” She whispered into her ear, causing her to smile serenely in what she thought to be afterglow. 



“This is why I don’t feel any guilt in informing you, I plan to put that stamina of yours to the test tonight. I am not through with you just yet.” She finished, causing Abigail’s eyes to snap back open; nervous once more.



“Whaa-?” The girl struggled to adjust her body in an attempt to look questioningly into her Captain’s eyes. Before she could, she was quickly flipped onto her stomach. Matius was behind her now, pushing Abby’s knees up under her so that she was bent over before her with her wrists still bound in front of her. The front of ones thighs flush with the back of the others, the smaller of the two attempted once more to turn and implore the larger with her eyes only to have them snuggly covered with another length of cloth.  Abigail’s breaths were already labored little puffs from the exertion of their previous engagement, but there was such pride in her Captain’s voice when she spoke of her endurance.



“I’d be willing to wager coin that you had presumed I was referring to tying you down as the only new experience.” Blackheart whispered in her ear speculatively.



“What are you going to do to me?” Abigail asked, her voice wavering.

In response, she felt her lean off the bed, presumably for the mystery bag once more.



“I picked this up off a small tropical island, sometime last year while we were docked there for a repair.” She whispered, her voice nearly giddy with excitement, which Abby knew couldn’t necessarily be good for her. Then came a whisper so quiet, so tentative, she wondered if she imagined it. Or if she was meant to hear it at all. Her head was after all, spinning, delirious with endorphins.



“..Notify me if you’re in significant pain”



Blood roared in Abigail’s ears as something pressed against her entrance once again, from behind. She felt her eyes go wide as the realization hit her.



“Ahhhhhh!” She seethed through gritted teeth, as her body tensed. The unknown, smooth, presumably glass or steel object slowly began to enter her. Matius brushed a kiss along her ear, making her shiver.



“Relax Abigail.” She spoke in a foreign, gentle tone. The object was larger than Blackheart’s two fingers, of that she was certain.



Attempting obedience the small pirate tried to relax, as a sensation of fullness that she had never experience consumed her. She whimpered as the sharp, slightly painful feeling coursed through her. Blackheart’s arm wrapped around her waist, securing her against the stronger woman behind her. She whimpered as it began to ease out of her, and then back in all over again. Her Captain adjusted her stance slightly, so that her back was arched in a low angle.  Slowly, the Captain withdrew, and the pushed back into the now shaking form in front of her all over again. This time directly touching places deep inside of her, places she'd never felt reached. Just like that, the electric sensation was back, like lightening ricocheting off of the very tenderest parts of her. With that, groans of pain transformed into cries of pleasure and the Captain took her queue to speed up her ministrations. Slow, gentle movements become rough thrusts, directed at parts well known. Abigail was screaming now, involuntarily as she is completely overcome head to toe with this dauntingly intense sensation wracking her body.



“F-fuck… I don’t know if… Ahhh…” She whimperd helplessly, unsure if she could survive another climax.  She trembled heavily within Matius’ grasp as she neared the edge once more. Abigail quickly became all stifled yelps as her knuckles go white, her body going stiff as she screamed Matius’ name. Then she went entirely limp, her strained muscles giving out without command.