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“Don’t come looking for me - stay in Port Royal where it’s safe. I promise I’ll write again when I can. - S” read the letter Robin held tight in her fist. It had been 6 months since she’d seen or heard from her best friend and she could not wait any longer, she had to be brave. So in the dead of the night she gathered what little money she had, cut off most of her hair and dressed in a set of men's clothing she’d taken from her parent’s gardener, including a long scarf and big dusty hat to help hide her feminine facial features. She felt guilty for robbing the man who had always so kindly brought her fresh flowers and fruit but she knew she couldn’t pass as a sailor boy in any of the finer clothes her father’s valet wore. As she crept towards the normally busy port in the dark it felt like every eye was on her but she did her best to keep her gaze low and move quickly towards her destination - a ship that had come in earlier that week bearing the flag of no country but pretending to be a merchant ship. Clearly it was a pirate vessel, Robin was no fool, so hopefully she could barter her way on board and make for the last place she knew Steve had been - Tortuga.
He’d gone there in search of a lost family heirloom, desperate to prove himself to his parents, and then completely dropped off the map. His parents pretended he’d died at sea and buried an empty coffin with dry eyes - but Robin knew he was a fighter and he had to be out there somewhere. Putting the letter back in her pocket she finally approached the gangplank of the ship that would hopefully get her to her destination - The Wheel of Fortune. Before she could make it far a skinny young boy with shoulder length dark waves looked at her with a sneer, “you lost? You must be if you think you’re coming aboard this ship without the captain's order.” Robin put on the deepest voice she could muster, hoping she’d convincingly pass as a boy herself, “I’m looking for your captain actually as it were…I’ve a private matter to discuss with him.” The boy laughed heartily and called out, “oi lads this idiot here wants to see the captain…says ‘he’ should come discuss something with them.”
A group of young boys came flocking from their various posts on the ship to laugh at some joke Robin wasn’t understanding but she couldn’t let her frustration show and just stood there waiting for the din to come to an end. What she didn’t expect was the crack of a pistol shot to be what brought about silence and what’s more for the person holding the pistol to be the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen in her life. Long wavy tresses the color of polished mahogany hung about a narrow, elven face but despite the fair features and petite frame of the woman she exuded confidence and command. “What’s all this racket? Mike - I thought I told you and your little band of friends to swab the deck - get back to work!” The young man cowed in her presence and then turned to go with the rest of the crew following behind. “So…what’s this private matter you’re so desperate to see me about, sailor?” she said as she approached Robin, looking at her up and down in a calculating manner as though she could see down to her very soul.
Robin cleared her throat before putting on a gruff speech again, “apologies Captain…I didn’t know the owner of this vessel was a woman. I’m just seeking passage to Tortuga and your ship seemed the most qualified to get me there - I can work for passage and pay…well a little anyway,” she said, opening her bag to produce the coins and jewelry she’d been able to gather from her family that wouldn’t be missed. “Tortuga?” said the brunette with a raised eyebrow, “what on earth could you possibly need from there that you can’t just as easily find in Port Royal? And what, indeed, makes you think I’m the right ship for such a journey with nothing to show for it but some pearls and British coin?” “My apologies I don’t know what the normal price is for such a journey…pray tell me what else I owe and I will try to bring back more by sunrise,” Robin pleaded, “I’m not going there for an item but rather to search for my best friend. Please - surely even a fearsome captain such as yourself must know what it means to want to protect those you love?” The captain's eyes flashed at that and she looked away over the shore, seemingly lost in memory for a moment before speaking again, “Captain Nancy Wheeler…if you’re to be aboard my ship for the coming days it’ll serve you well to know it. I’ll need three things - fresh cream, honey and you in my bedchambers before the sun rises. You do exactly as I say and I’ll consider your journey paid for.”
“Y…your chambers?” Robin said, turning bright red in the face and accidentally squeaking back to her normal register before clearing her throat and saying gruffly, “I didn’t think Captains would give their time to a simple cabin boy.” “Don’t worry about my tastes just get the essentials I need and don’t tarry,” the Captain said with her eyebrow raised as she studied Robin’s face once more, “what’s your name, sailor?” Robin stammered “R-Robbie, my Captain,” she figured it was easier to choose her real nickname and hoped that it was believable as a shortening of Robert. “I’ll be back within the hour,” she said with a quick bow and turned to head back down the walkway without a backwards glance. She knew she couldn’t make it back to her family home in time but the Harrington Manor was close at hand and she had been sneaking in and out of there since she was a child. She climbed through the back garden hedge and down into the cellar below the kitchens without seeing another living soul. A terracotta pot full of cold water held a canister of cream and a glass jar filled with honeycomb was easily purloined from the cannery. Just before leaving she also grabbed a small cake that was likely for the Harrington’s tea tomorrow - they didn’t deserve it anyway.
As she crept across the garden towards the ship again her cheeks felt flush as she remembered the Captain's words…but how could she spend the night without being found out as a girl? Also there was the slight issue of the fact that Robin had never lain with anyone…not that she wasn’t all for it but it was impossible to find a willing maid without revealing her own secret in the process. Steve was the only one who knew her affections were solely for the fairer sex and he protected her from her parents' constant agonizing comments about finding a man to marry, settle down with and bear children. The thought of being touched by a man or going through childbirth made her positively ill. The only people she’d ever longed to kiss or touch were women - first her childhood best friend Tammy then the first shopkeeper girl to help her try on a new dress. Now this powerful, intimidating ships’ Captain. Robin couldn’t deny her beauty and how much she intrigued her but still felt extremely nervous as she drew closer to what would no doubt be an eventful night.
Climbing back up the gangplank Robin was surprised to see a different man standing guard…if it could be called that at all. He had long, straight hair that couldn’t easily be described as blond or brown and downturned, almost sad eyes that blearily met hers as he leaned on a barrel to try and stay standing. “You the new crew member?” he said before taking a long slow pull off his oddly shaped pipe. “Uhmm…..yes? The Captain told me to bring these things to her chambers…do you know where that is?” Robin said, trying to school her expression into one of neutrality. The man scoffed, smoke pouring from his nostrils as he stood, “oh yeah I definitely do, though I haven’t been there in a while. Come on I’ll show you the way,” he said, waving his hand and leading Robin below decks and towards the rear of the ship. He knocked 3 short raps on the door and took another hit of his pipe, exhaling it softly as the door swung inwards, revealing Robin’s coughing face to the Captain once more.
“Jonathan…thank you for delivering our new compatriot. Can you make it back up top on your own or should I send Argyle after you?” she said with a slightly pinched expression. “I’m fine, I’m fine…nothing you need to worry about anymore,” he said and trudged back up the stairs alone. Nancy sighed then turned to face Robin again, “well I suppose you’d best bring in what you’ve got and let us have a look,” gesturing for her to enter before closing and locking the door behind them. Robin set down the items she’d procured but before she could speak again a soft voice came from the next room, “Cap’n?” A woman walked over from the bed with a slow stretch and a sleepy yawn - her pale arms going over her head and making her bare chest appear even more tantalizing. She didn’t seem particularly bothered by the third party in the room and just walked over slowly - naked as the day she was born except for jewelry and a scrap of silk around her hips. She bore a golden collar around her throat that had a thin chain connecting it to gold hoops in both of her nipples then the chain also wrapped around her waist ending in a loop that looked to be the perfect size for a hand to tug upon.
She blinked her crystalline blue eyes slowly as she woke and took in Robin’s face with a smile, pulling a few strands of blonde hair over her shoulder as an afterthought towards modesty - the silky strands now slightly hiding her breasts from view, “You didn’t tell me we had a guest coming tonight,” she said as she moved to kneel at Nancy's feet and kiss her rings gently. “Now, now Chrissy my sweet…you know better than to address me as Captain in this room - isn’t that right?” said the brunette as she gripped the young woman's face in her hands just a shade too tightly to appear loving, not that Chrissy seemed to mind by the flush spreading across her cheeks. “I’m sorry mama,” she said with a slight hiccup, “I was just confused when you came in with this strange man is all…” she trailed off, turning her gaze back towards Robin. Before she could stammer out a reply as to why she was there Nancy let out a short, sharp laugh and turned her strong hand into a gentle caress of Chrissy’s cheek, “this is no man my dear - though she did try her best to disguise her appearance I’ll grant her that. But I recognize a true beauty when I see one.”
Nancy reached over and removed the hat and scarf from Robin’s head, took off her bulky outer layers and then used that scarf to wipe off the dirt she’d intentionally smudged her face with in a desperate attempt to look like a ruffian. When she at last looked almost completely female again those petite hands also began to unlace the loose shirt that would reveal her feminine shape but suddenly feeling shy and nervous again Robin stopped the Captain’s hands, catching them in her own. “Please…I think you’ve revealed enough of me - we’re not all as comfortable being bare as your companion here,” she said blushing bright red. “Of course…you don’t have to participate if you don’t wish to - I just thought I sensed a similar hunger in you. No matter. Chrissy darling, would you like to put on a show for our guest instead?” “Yes mama, whatever you say,” she said with a grin as she began to prepare a small bowl of cream and honey, stirring the two until they combined into a thick, sweet foam.
“You knew I wasn’t a man when you invited me in here?” Robin asked, still somewhat stunned by what was unfolding in front of her. “Yes of course, if you’d been a man I would have just asked for more money. But you had such an innocent face and a determined gaze I wanted to see how you’d look under more…enjoyable circumstances,” Nancy said, guiding Robin to sit in a chair facing the bed, her hand slowly grazing over Robin's face before she walked back towards Chrissy. “Also though I’ve dabbled with men before Chrissy only prefers the companionship of women so I try to make sure anyone I bring here is someone she’d enjoy sharing with me. I won’t force you like most captains would though - that is one of the main rules aboard this ship. Anyone who even jokes about doing otherwise is free to walk the plank. Feel free to rest there and watch or go above decks and sulk with Jonathan if you prefer but for now my baby needs to feed,” Nancy said as she took a hold of the end of Chrissy’s chain.
Chrissy followed closely behind Nancy, balancing the small bowl on the barrel that served as a bedside table, before slowly beginning to remove all of Nancy’s clothes with a hungry gaze. Once both women were completely naked Nancy took the bowl in one hand, keeping the chain in the other and gave a commanding stare to Chrissy, “are you hungry my sweet girl? Have you been good today?” Chrissy bit her lip and nodded, blinking owlishly at Nancy, “yes mama…I did the mending you asked me to, helped Argyle with dinner and kept my hands to myself,” she said, counting off the tasks on her fingertips. Nancy nodded, tugging the chain gently to pull the other woman closer, “and you’re sure you didn’t forget anything? Something you’re supposed to do every day?” she gathered the chain in her hand and pulled more sharply, the rings in Chrissy’s nipples pulling the sensitive buds outward.
She let out a soft cry, trying to keep quiet and not disappoint Nancy, “I’m sorry mama I forgot…can I clean them after I eat? I’m so hungry…” Nancy sighed in disappointment, “alright…I suppose you’ve waited long enough but you’d better not spill a drop or you’ll be cleaning a lot tonight and won’t get to play as much.” Chrissy pulled back and knelt on a small velvet covered stool to put her at the right height as Nancy carefully poured the thick foam over her left breast, “come to mama baby…” she said, pulling the chain gently. Without a moment's hesitation Chrissy began to lap at the cream eagerly while suckling at Nancy’s nipple like the food was coming from her body. She alternated between moans of pleasure and soft kitteny mewls of hunger as Nancy repeated the action on her right breast, smiling at the sight of the blonde feasting. “That’s my good girl…you have to drink from mama to stay healthy and beautiful. Without my milk you wouldn’t have such soft skin or beautiful hair would you?” Nancy asked in a husky voice, the attention to her nipples clearly beginning to affect her.
Reaching out while Chrissy began to clean up the last of the cream, Nancy ran her hands through the long blonde locks lovingly before pulling back on it with a sharp tug. Chrissy cried out at the sudden sting, a droplet falling from her mouth and onto the white silk sheets covering the bed. She looked down at it with a frown even as she mechanically still licked her lips clean, “I’m sorry mama…I swear I didn’t mean to! I’ll clean it right now, just let me-” she tried to get up to fetch water but Nancy pulled the chain downward so it would tug at her collar and brought her right back down with a choked off cry. “You’ve got all you need to clean it right here baby,” she said in a soft, soothing voice as she leaned forward, letting her tongue hang freely from her mouth and saliva drip down onto the milky spot, slowly soaking the bed sheet. Chrissy watched in awe, her mouth working of its own volition like she was still dying of thirst and only the spit from her mama's mouth could quench it. When Nancy was finally done she leaned back, closing her mouth and silently nodded - sending Chrissy into a daze as she licked and sucked on the sheet until it was soaking wet, even pulling it into her mouth like a babe would to suckle it noisily once it was ‘clean.’
Robin sat in the chair watching the spectacle, unsure of what to do or say but definitely desperate to stay knowing she’d never see two more beautiful women in her life…and definitely not in this state of sensuality. She felt as if her skin was on fire and could feel herself growing incredibly wet beneath the baggy stolen trousers. If she didn’t know better she’d swear Nancy could see right through her clothes and tell how much this was affecting her, could smell the arousal drifting from the deepest parts of her and could see with each heaving breath she took how much she wanted to touch either of them…both of them, or even just herself. She got so lost in watching Chrissy suck the damp fabric, almost going cross eyed at the taste of her mama, that she didn’t notice Nancy stalking over until she was right in front of her. She blushed to see her nude body so close but still couldn’t tear her eyes away - drinking in every inch of the petite frame in front of her.
Her gaze roved from her bare feet, up narrow calves that spilled into soft hips with slight indents on the outside that seemed a perfect place for her hands to rest before daring to peek at the dark, damp curls covering her womanhood. Nancy slid her fingers beneath Robin's chin, pulling her face upward and leading her gaze past her small but elegant breasts, still shiny with spit and cream. Blushing, Robin moved on until their eyes met at last and she felt a shiver run down her spine when she realized how similar Nancy’s eyes were to her own…and how much the color suited her better than it did Robin. Robin always felt her eyes were too dark and it made her look sad but seeing that same deep blue looking back at her made her feel that she was sinking into warm, welcoming waters. “Is my companion proving entertaining enough for you? Or would you like to try something a little more…hands on?” Nancy asked with a quirked brow reaching her hand down to offer it to Robin…once again the choice was solely on her shoulders.
Robin, not trusting her own voice, nodded slowly and let herself be pulled up from the chair - shocked at Nancy’s strength because though she seemed very intimidating mentally her frame was so slight. “This is your first time with a woman, is it not?” she asked as they made their way to the bed. “First time…at all…apologies my Captain,” Robin said, turning bright red with embarrassment. Nancy tsked and gently ran her fingertips over Robin's glowing cheeks before placing a delicate kiss there instead, “there’s nothing to apologize for - we grew up in a society that demonizes women’s lust but rewards it in men. That lack of freedom simply by being born female is one of the primary reasons I now roam the seas and make my own rules. You need not fear me, I will guide you and teach you anything you wish to learn. Come this way and I’ll show you a few things - Chrissy won’t mind volunteering to help you learn, will you baby?” Chrissy nodded slowly and reached out a hand to Robin, letting the wet sheet slip from her mouth so she could suckle on her fingers instead, looking up at Robin with sleepy eyes the color of storm clouds.
Nancy reached into a small trunk by the bed to procure several colorful silk scarves, Robin’s gaze briefly flitted away from the entrancing sight of Chrissy laving at her hand to admire Nancy’s firm rear end as she bent over. Chrissy let her hand go with a wet pop before giggling, “isn’t my mama so beautiful? I know it’s hard to look at anything else sometimes…but we’ll have fun together won’t we? What’s your name stranger?” she asked coyly, moving Robin's own hand towards her nipple and groaning softly as the wet fingertips made contact with the metal hoops. “R-robin…” she said as she let her hands freely explore the soft breasts contrasted by the hard gold jewelry, stroking and cupping the soft skin before pinching her nipples until they darkened and hardened before her eyes. Chrissy sat there panting and relishing every cautious, but bold move Robin made until Nancy interrupted them when at last she had everything prepared, “that’s enough for now my precious baby…mama needs to show Robin how to take care of you - okay?” Her nipples were stiff and ached to be touched again but she nodded and sniffled softly, “okay mama…I’ll do whatever you say, “ then laid out on the bed in an X shape - making sure each hand and foot was near a corner of the bed frame.
“Good girl,” Nancy said with a grin then led Robin towards the head of the bed, “with some more submissive partners you’ll meet you may want to tie their feet first but Chrissy here needs her hands tied or else they tend to wander and she has to be punished…I’ll show you how to tie one and then you can try the other, alright?” Robin nodded then watched closely as Nancy wound the silk around Chrissy’s wrist then again around the bedpost before tying it in a secure knot, but not so tight that even with her tugging on it Chrissy could hurt herself. Robin crept to the other side of the bed and carefully did her best to tie the scarf just the same but Nancy had to come over and correct the knot used because, ”anything that loosely knotted is too easy for her to slip out of.” Then she showed the best way to tie her feet as well, “Chrissy doesn’t like having her feet touched in a sexual way but this will also help keep her hips from moving when I haven’t given her permission to do so - just be mindful.” Robin silently pondered what on earth was it like to have one's feet touched in a sexual way but just nodded and carried on following instructions.
“Now she is completely at your control - yours to play with and explore as you see fit, but don’t worry we also make sure she stays safe and enjoys the experience with a few rules…if she can speak she says the word ‘tiger’ and that means all play stops immediately. If she cannot speak,” Nancy said with a glint in her eye, “she taps her fingers once to stop, twice to slow down and thrice to carry on. Understood?” Robin's head was already swimming with everything she’d seen and felt that night but the system seemed easy enough to understand so she nodded but then she couldn’t help but ask, “why would she not be able to speak?” Nancy’s smirk turned devious and if it weren’t for the way Robin was already shaking with excitement she’d likely be doing so from fear. “Oh I’ll be sure you find out why very soon…though first we have a few matters to attend to my dear little bird. We’ll need a word for you as well - though you might be the one in control at this moment that does not mean there isn’t a reason you would need to stop. So what single word could we use to know that you need things to stop?” Nancy asked softly, not wanting to spook or push Robin too far. Robin thought perhaps a little too long about what word could instantly douse the fire she felt creeping over her body, Chrissy’s soft whimpers from the bed not aiding in the process, before she blurted out, “gibbet.”
Nancy nodded in understanding before reaching forward to begin slowly undressing Robin, while Chrissy sighed from the bed, longing to be touched. As the layers of her masculine attire fell away, then her undergarments Robin’s blush began to spread from her face down her neck and even across her chest. When at last she was completely naked in front of Nancy she said with a shy voice, “what were the other matters we needed to discuss before we begin?” Nancy held up her hands as though she wanted to immediately begin caressing Robin’s skin but paused, “I know you are new to this but is there anywhere in general you don’t want to be touched? Places that are sensitive, painful or bring about bad memories? Anything that makes you feel scared? It’s okay to tell me anything, don’t be shy please.” Robin shook her head, “nothing I can think of but outside of being washed by maids as a child and the occasional doctor's visit I can’t say I’ve been touched by another…so I’m sorry if there’s something I find out later that’s not good for me.” “There’s nothing to be sorry for if that’s the case - come on over here and let’s find out together, hmm?” Nancy said, taking Robin's hand and pulling her onto the bed left of Chrissy before walking around to the blonde's right side.
“Men only tend to focus on one thing, maybe two or three if they consider themselves ‘savants’ of the art but women, in my experience, understand that there are dozens of places on the body that are sensual to touch. Follow my lead and don’t be shy - Chrissy is starving for our attention after so patiently waiting, aren’t you baby girl?” Nancy queried. “Yes mama…I’ll always be patient for you. I’ll always do what you ask me to do because I’m your best girl,” she sighed. Nancy turned to Robin once more, “follow my lead…if you feel comfortable, if not you can stop any time,” and began meticulously paying affection to every inch of Chrissy’s body. She began by gathering a section of blonde hair and smoothing it out, massaging Chrissy’s scalp where the two met and then placing soft kisses and licks along the column of her neck, behind her ear then gently taking her earlobe between her two teeth and pulling on it as she whispered wicked things to her. Robin clumsily tried to mimic the behavior but felt too awkward to bite so instead she suckled on soft skin below Chrissy’s ear, remembering how much the girl had enjoyed the sensation of sucking on the sheet. She was rewarded with a soft moan and Chrissy turning from Nancy towards Robin with a pout, “can I have a kiss please? Your lips are so soft…”
Robin glanced at Nancy, unsure of whether she should - though she couldn’t tell if it was because she felt Chrissy belonged to Nancy or she felt that her first kiss should also go to Nancy, but the brunette simply smiled and nodded before continuing to suck her way down Chrissy’s neck and moving down to her arms. Chrissy looked up at Robin, her eyes shining in the candlelight and tilted her head back, as inviting of a pose as she could make with her arms restrained, then Robin leant over and pressed their lips together gently. At first she just sat there frozen, unsure of what to do, but then Chrissy began to move her lips, coaxing Robin into a rhythm she could mimic and once she felt more confident Chrissy slipped her tongue between their lips and sought out the wet warmth of Robin’s mouth. The two melted together until Robin’s lips tingled and she’d unknowingly wound her hands around Chrissy’s bare waist, fingertips dancing over the soft skin still as they separated - leaving only a thin line of spit between their lips.
Nancy smiled at the two of them and leant over, licking at the edge of the gap between their mouths and sucking their lips into a tangled, passionate kiss. Robin let herself fall into the hazy confusion of pleasure, pulling at Nancy’s soft waves with one hand and the other circling closer and closer to Chrissy’s nipple in a teasing arch before a sense of boldness she didn’t recognize in herself led to her tugging on the piercing. Chrissy pulled back from the kiss with a gasp of satisfaction and Nancy saw the opportunity for what it was, leaning over and letting her saliva pool before spitting it directly into Chrissy’s open mouth. “Hold it there for me baby…you can hold it on your tongue can’t you? Be good for mama,” she cooed, watching Chrissy’s pink tongue desperately cling to the wetness in an effort not to swallow. Robin watched the scene in fascination and when Nancy finally said, “drink up baby,” and pushed Chrissy’s lips closed Robin used that exact moment to suck on her nipple, tongue flitting in and around the hoop until the metal was slick.
Nancy pulled Robin off after a moment, “when she’s tied up like this I like to go back and forth between intense affection and soft touches - bringing her closer and closer to the brink but then pulling her back until the right time. It makes it much more intense when it finally happens and makes sure she knows I’m in control,” she said, guiding Robin back to carefully touching Chrissy’s arms, hands, sucking on her fingers, then rubbing gently where the scarves bound her wrists. Once Chrissy was relaxed and sighing over their gentle ministrations Nancy whispered softly, “are you cold darling? Should mama warm you up?” while reaching for one of the candlesticks behind the bed with a grin. The blonde nodded her head excitedly and bit her lip, “yes mama…I’m so cold,” while faking a shiver as best she could with all her limbs tied.
Red droplets of wax fell from the candle in Nancy’s grip in a delicate arc across Chrissy’s torso - it should look bloody or horrifying to Robin but she can’t help but want to see more given how pleasurable Chrissy’s response is. Nancy lets more wax melt before turning it to spill over each of Chrissy’s legs, the wax solidifying into little discs as it hits her skin and cools. She hands the candle to Robin, “just let the top of the candle pool then move quickly - you don’t want too much in one area at once nor do you want to revisit the same area over and over again, that can cause truly serious burns. Go ahead - give it a try, this will be the last pass for now anyway…at least on this side,” she said with a wink. Robin watches carefully until the top of the candle has a tiny pool of liquid wax in it again before aiming for her desired target and actually hitting it dead on, who knew she could maintain aim when it came to things such as this, a new line of red splashing like ink across Chrissy’s overly sensitive nipples causing her to cry out and try to cross her legs in vain. “Mama…mama can I?” she looks at Nancy with a worried look and then cries in relief as Nancy nods, allowing Chrissy to give into her release with a throaty sob.
Robin looked on in surprise but Nancy immediately moved to hold Chrissy as her body shook through her orgasm, whispering soft praises in her ear and stroking her hair gently until her thighs stopped clenching and she slumped against the sheets with a sigh. Nancy then began untying the bonds carefully, kissing the soft skin beneath them as she untied it so Robin moved to do the same on her side, still somewhat in awe that Chrissy had found so much pleasure in such an indirect way. Robin had touched herself in the darkest parts of the night when she was alone like most people her age but nothing had ever made her feel like that or look as painted with bliss as Chrissy did now. Nancy handed a cup of water to Robin saying, “make sure she drinks this in small sips,” before beginning to meticulously clean the dried wax off her skin - each tug of her fine body hair through the hardened pools making Chrissy shiver. Robin fed her the water slowly, sometimes feeling bold enough to kiss her between sips and taste the remnants of the cool liquid on her tongue. Eventually she was fully cleaned and untied, clinging to Robin’s waist like a tired child, “she gets like this afterwards and it can take a while to come down - you don’t mind if she stays there while we play a bit more do you?” Nancy said seeing the two of them huddled together. “There’s…more?” Robin said wide-eyed which made Chrissy burst into a soft fit of giggles, her jewelry and chains clinking against Robin’s chest as she laughed, “oh miss Robin there is so much more…not with 100 nights could my mama teach you all there is to know.”
Nancy, still holding one of the scarves in her hand, turned her attention to Robin now, “do you trust me, little bird?” and held it in front of Robin’s eyes - waiting for her permission to cover them. Her chest felt tight as she looked up at this beautiful, powerful woman that had completely upended her life in the past few hours since they met and though she knew she shouldn’t “yes…I do,” she said, closing her eyes and letting the soft silk be tied around her head. Suddenly it was as if all her other senses were twenty times sharper…Chrissy's hands on her side burned like fire, the smell of sex and honey made her feel drunk, her tongue still tasted like the sweat of Chrissy’s skin. Then she heard Nancy whisper and the vibrations in her ear seemed to shake her to her core, “I saw you watching Chrissy in confusion - I’m sure you’ve never come like that…but I can show you how to unlock all sorts of secrets within your body. I can’t promise you’ll be as sensitive as she is but I’m sure we can find all sorts of fun reactions together…let’s begin.”
Nancy’s slight weight disappeared from the mattress, though she still had the steadying presence of Chrissy beside her, and then the next thing Robin could feel was a tingling light tickle starting on her ankles and drifting up and down her legs in soft strokes. Each time Nancy would move higher and higher, edging closer to her womanhood but never touching it directly - just teasing the soft, fine hairs at the edge then dancing away again. Robin was lost in the sensation for a long while before she realized and said aloud, in a groan she didn’t recognize as being able to come from herself, “it’s a feather…isn’t that right?” “Very good…let’s see how you feel about this,” she said, swapping to a thin, delicate chain even more fine than the one Chrissy wore and dragging it around and between Robin’s breasts in slow circles, like the way a snake would stalk its prey. Every time the end of the metal braid would get close to her nipples and make her feel like something was building inside of her, it would skitter away again just as quickly causing Robin to grow hot and feelings of impatience to grow, even as she could feel herself growing wetter between her legs. “Chain…like Chrissy’s but smaller, lighter,” she said as she reached over to run her fingers along the one Chrissy wore, tugging on it slightly to rejoice in her soft moan.
“This was Chrissy’s first chain when she was still learning…you’re doing very good my little bird. Maybe it’s time for something more advanced,” Nancy said as she swapped to a different tool Robin could not see or comprehend. Nancy’s hands came up to rest on her throat but there was something different…some kind of metallic ring like ornaments made every caress feel like the point of a knife was dragging on her skin. While the metal never pierced flesh beyond slight scratches Nancy ran her hands over as much of Robin’s skin as she could reach, making sure she dug into more sensitive spots with these…”claws?” she said in a confused voice, feeling drunker than she’d ever been in all her life over just a few simple touches. “Wonderful pet, there’s just one more thing I want you to try and then you’ll get your reward,” she made sure the blindfold was firmly in place then grasped her final implement of pleasure. Robin recognized the smell right away as roses, but rather than reveal that information decided to wait and see how they would be utilized. First, a soft rainfall of individual petals danced over her torso and she sighed feeling the blooms gracing her skin as they fell. Then, from the pressure Robin could tell that this time Nancy was dragging the rose itself, including its stem, all over her body before coming to rest between her folds. The flower was still budded almost entirely closed but as Nancy began to turn it ever so slowly and it dipped between her labia it unfurled and began to spread her own damp essence further.
Robin couldn’t perceive that the cries coming from her lips were her own until Chrissy kissed her and they were silenced - the sensation of the soft rose brushing against her while Nancy whispered words of encouragement and she strained upwards, blind and on fire with pleasure. Then all at once…the fire was gone as was the flower and even Chrissy pulled back - Robin sat unable to see or hear anything and her body tingling on the precipice Nancy had left her on. “Can I have the rose back please? I’m sorry if I ruined the game by not naming it - I knew right away. I just didn’t say as much because I was so enjoying it. Did I do alright?” she asked in confusion. Suddenly the blindfold was removed and Nancy smiled down at her, “you did wonderfully my dear…I dare say you were born for this. It’s a shame you’ve been confined to Port Royal all this time and could not see this for yourself sooner. Now…it’s time for your reward.” Nancy laid on the bed, smiling at Chrissy who now curled up in the chair watching the two like…well like a cat who got the cream, as it were.
“I want you to kneel above my head, one leg on either side of me, and present yourself to me that I may feast on you and bring you to a new height of pleasure - will you let me do that? Can you surrender even the deepest, darkest parts of yourself to me now?” she asked, looking over at Robin with darkened eyes. Robin could not find her voice at first, simply nodded dumbly then finally cleared her throat and said, “there is no part of me I would not share with you, either of you,” glancing at Chrissy with a comforting smile. “Climb aboard then,” Nancy said with a chuckle, pulling Robin so that she straddled her face then hovered there for a moment, slightly worried. “What if I’m too heavy? I don’t want to hurt you…” she said, biting her lip. “Trust me - if I’m gasping for breath it’ll be even more enjoyable. Just remember to listen for a snap and it’ll be fine. Now…sit,” she commanded like one would a dog and Robin let the tension from her thighs drop instantly and found herself being hungrily devoured by Nancy’s powerful mouth.
Robin thought that she understood pleasure after everything they’d done tonight but nothing had ever felt like this - Nancy’s nose ground against the most sensitive part of Robin while her tongue delved deep inside her vagina, licking up every drop of fluid like it was the honey she’d so carefully procured. Just when she thought she would die of pleasure Nancy slid a finger in alongside her tongue and began to caress her inner walls like Robin was a fine instrument just waiting to be plucked. Her thighs shook and she felt a tingling sensation all over her skin then Nancy pulled away again, taking in a gasping breath and cooling the fire in her down almost instantly, “one more…you can take one more break can’t you? You’re such a beautiful birdie you can do anything if I ask - won’t you?” Robin nearly cried from the pleasure being so close only to slip away again, “yes…I’ll do whatever you say as long as that was the last one…please…”
Her answer came in the form of Chrissy rejoining them on the bed, “don’t worry little bird - mama will take care of you, and so will I,” then the blonde laid on top of Nancy so their faces were almost side by side and they grinned at each other in delight. The next thing Robin felt was Chrissy’s tongue dipping between the cheeks of her rear, letting her saliva drip down and soak the puckered skin there before she dove after it, sucking on the tender hole then laving it with her tongue like it was the sweetest treat she’d ever tasted. Robin opened her mouth to protest…not because it didn’t feel like fireworks all over her skin, but just because she thought it might be too dirty. However before she could utter a word Nancy was working another clever finger inside of Robin and curling them in a way she’d never done before that had her seeing stars. Two of the most beautiful women she’d ever seen laid beneath her and Robin couldn’t wait a moment longer - her release came from her body like a bolt of lightning and she shouted so hard she was worried they’d hear her in town. Nancy and Chrissy licked at her quivering body like hungry kittens, coaxing her through the aftershocks, then into each other's mouths. As she came down from the intense pleasure, her thighs tingled and brought her down to lay beside them in awe.
They gently kissed Robin, all 3 of their tongues flicking and tasting gently compared to the aggressive kiss from before, Robin blushing as she could taste her own juices in her mouth now and felt the need to lick as much of herself off Nancy’s shining lips as she could. All the intense emotion and physical affection had Robin feeling drained but she tried to perk up when she realized Nancy herself hadn’t been pleasured all evening. “Oh don’t you worry, I have something special to finish out the night with - Chrissy will help, won’t you love?” Nancy said before procuring an odd wooden object from the trunk by the bed. “Yes mama…anything for you,” Chrissy said, kissing and greedily lapping at Nancy’s nipples before inserting one end of the curved wooden rod into her own sex then slowly into Nancy’s, gently pulling back her lips to watch it disappear until their hips connected.
Nancy groaned at the stretch, loving the feeling of being so intimately connected with her lover and so full at the same time was something she couldn’t get enough of. Chrissy began to ever so slowly rock her hips, the wood getting damp with spend as she thrust harder at Nancy’s request. Nancy wrapped her legs around Chrissy’s waist and kissed her, pulling their bodies flush together as they continued to rock against the smooth wood rubbing deliciously against their inner walls in tandem. The rhythm in Chrissy’s hips began to falter as she drooled against Nancy’s mouth, too blissed out to be able to concentrate on kissing and thrusting at the same time, “mama?” she whined - unable to say more than that single word. “Yes baby…come for mama, you’ve been so good,” Nancy panted before they both shouted their release and clung to one another shuddering as pleasure coursed through their bodies. Robin, feeling emboldened by everything they’d done and experienced that night, rose to help them pull out the phallic tool and lick it clean before piling into bed between them. Their skin was a mess of sweat, spend, honeyed cream and spit but none of them minded and their hands roamed over every inch of bare skin, trading lazy kisses until all three fell into a deep sleep tangled together.
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As the sun broke over the water and began to fill Nancy’s bedroom with light Robin awoke feeling slightly dizzy and more than a little sore, but also like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. A small sly grin broke over her face knowing that she no longer was a virgin maid and in fact had some wild tales to tell….Steve. The warmth of the soft skin surrounding her wasn’t enough to stop the chill that ran down her spine as she remembered why she was here in the first place…she had to find Steve. A small, but strong hand came up from where it was resting on the softest part of her belly and turned her face towards the left side where Nancy had been sleeping but was now awake, “you’re thinking awfully loud for the early hour.” She placed a few soft, wet kisses along the back of Robin’s neck as they turned to face each other properly in the bed, Chrissy still clinging to Robin’s other side. “Surely with how active we were last night you can’t be plagued by many thoughts today,” she said with a grin, “but if you’d like a refresher…” her hand began to dip low once more but Robin grasped her wrist and pulled it up, kissing her palm.
“I would love nothing more than to lie abed with you my dear Nancy were it not for the reason I came aboard this vessel to begin with. You know I need to hasten to Tortuga - my best friend was last seen there 6 months ago and I’ve heard nothing from him since. My heart cannot rest easy until I find him and make sure he’s alright,” Robin said, fresh tears springing to her eyes. Nancy leaned forward and gently kissed each of her eyelids, licking the salt from them with her delicate tongue and drinking them like they were the sweetest nectar. “I have many friends and contacts in Tortuga, don’t worry my little caged bird, we’ll find your friend and you’ll have your answers. I give my word as the Captain of this ship. I’ll go fetch us some food and tell the crew to make their way there at once - you and Chrissy stay here and rest. You were up most of the night after all,” she said with a wink as she slid out of bed and began to dress.
Robin watched her naked form disappear behind those clothes in a daze, so in awe that she not only had spent hours worshiping at the altar of Nancy’s beautiful body but that she now would sail with such an inspiring and strong woman - truly things could not be going better…hopefully the good luck would continue and bring her to Steve. Before she could say another word or make an effort to join her in rising, Chrissy's soft arms wound about her chest and pulled her deeper into the feather bed for a long morning cuddle. Robin let herself go and melted into the embrace of her new found friend and lover, greedily drinking in the sight of her body and relishing the fact that she could caress, taste and lose herself in Chrissy as much as she wanted.
When she next woke it was to the sound of her own stomach grumbling at the smell of delicious food and strong coffee being set down on the bedside table. “Eat up before it gets cold…Argyle takes his cooking very seriously. Also we’re weighing anchor in a few moments and it will get much more difficult to hold onto this while we’re picking up a headwind,” Nancy said as she handed a cup of coffee over to Robin and then began to feed her roasted potatoes, bacon, eggs and a few segments of an orange. Robin blushed at first to be fed, even more so when Nancy used the conveniently placed cream and honey to sweeten the coffee, but ate her fill. “Am I to call you Mother now as well?” she quipped when certain that Chrissy was still asleep - she didn’t want to hurt the other girl's feelings with what she intended to be a silly joke. “You joke but wait until she turns those watery eyes on you and asks you to feed her…it’s only a matter of time,” Nancy said with a knowing grin.
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Nancy was wise in all ways, of course, and the next few weeks of travel did lead to many nights of exploration between the three women, but especially between herself and Chrissy. She was enamored with the shining beauty and cheerful disposition of her fair travel companion, not that she didn’t also cherish her time with Nancy. But Nancy had responsibilities beyond just doling out pleasure; she had to make sure the ship was running efficiently, making a profit and everyone was satisfied - no one would have benefitted from a mutiny. So she wasn’t as available and even when she was there were often nights when she was exhausted and stressed which they didn’t mind supporting her through, but it was difficult on them. They were actually having a relaxing day thus far today - no fights with Mike or Jonathan, plenty of good food prepared by Argyle and they were only a few days from Tortuga when another ship appeared on the horizon, bearing a black flag with a red demonic face upon it.
Nancy cursed and pulled out her spyglass trying to catch a glimpse of the other ship, “they’re clearly pirates as well but that doesn’t mean they won’t blow us to smithereens for every last doubloon on board. They have twice as many cannons as us…let’s hope they intend to pass us by in peace,” she said as she commanded Mike to raise the Jolly Roger as well as her own flag - a red flag with a crossed blade and flintlock pistol emblazoned on it. “Hopefully they take my willingness to identify as a sign of no ill will…we’ll have to wait and see.” The boys raised the sails to slow their progress and waited to see if they’d need to prepare for boarding…when the other ship also raised their Jolly Roger in kind before raising sails and dropping their anchor. Nancy signaled for the boys to drop anchor as well then they waited as a tender headed across the warm, blue waters towards them.
3 pirates climbed aboard first - one with dark skin and a pleasant smile that seemed out of place for someone in their profession, the second had sandy hair and a scowl that seemed a permanent fixture by comparison and the last was a smug looking hulk of a man who was clearly one of the enforcers on their team. Before Nancy could say a word however two more men climbed aboard and one of them cried out dramatically, “boys boys boys! No need for such theatrics! We’re all friends under the Jolly Roger are we not?” before turning to face Nancy properly and greet her. “EDDIE?!” Chrissy shouted with joy while at the same time Robin recognized the final man behind him as “STEVE?!” and the two women ran across the deck to embrace each man in turn, crying with joy. It turned out that Eddie and Chrissy were from the same town and when he helped her escape from her cruel fiancé Jason they got separated and he ended up being branded as a pirate when all he’d done was aid her. “So I said well if I’ve got the pirate brand might as well live up to the name right? Eddie the Banished - captain of Hellfire, pleased to meet you Captain Wheeler,” he said, shaking Nancy’s hand.
Steve had found the jewels his parents ‘had stolen from them’ in Tortuga only to learn that they’d actually pawned them and this entire misadventure was just a way for them to be rid of him and keep the money. Thankfully at that same moment Eddie happened to be robbing the pawnbroker of the jewels and decided to also bring the most beautiful jewel in the Caribbean along too - Steve. He began working on the ship as just a deckhand but in time they grew close and now they were “MARRIED!?” Robin said with a scream of joy, once again wrapping her arms around Steve as the two rejoiced in each other’s company. “Well not legally of course but who gives a fig about legality? We’re pirates!” Steve said with a raucous laugh Robin hadn’t heard in ages - he was always forced to be so demure and quiet by his parents. Nancy, relieved that everyone was friendly and things were going so well, invited the rest of the Hellfire crew aboard for a meal that night - Argyle was thrilled to be making food for guests again.
The two crews feasted and drank, sang and cried - rejoicing in their good fortunes that they were all free and whole despite all that life had thrown their way until the night began to fade to pre-dawn light. Steve and Robin were curled up asleep on the deck like two puppies, just thrilled to be together again, Chrissy plastered to Robin’s back - never too far away anymore these days. Nancy and Eddie looked down on them with a smile, “so what’s next for you?” Nancy said with a raised eyebrow - seemingly already knowing the answer. “Well I cannot be apart from my husband and it seems he cannot be apart from his friend…so the question I suppose is how will you cope if she leaves your employ?” he said, with a concerned look. “She was never really caged - she just thought she was. She’s as free now as she’s always been, as is Chrissy. We can always meet in Tortuga again some day,” Nancy said with a sigh. As the sun rose Nancy looked at the two women she’d shared her life with but didn’t feel regret over letting them go - their paths would cross again if it was meant to be.