Marlene resist press over her shoulders, to not let him dominate her. "No, it was you who come to me, it is you who must work for it." She said as she grabbed harder his dick, rubbing it with tips of her fingers.
"It's reliable. I may be a liar, but you don't mess with a guy like John Black." The blonde crosses her arms, inadvertently pushing up her chest. "Speaking of which... I don't suppose I could get a higher than normal share of the plunder for the info?" Arabelle laughs. "You think you're getting a share? The info paid for you not getting spitroasted right now, dumb girl."
“Good.” Mariel nodded, then smirked as she briefly enjoyed the view of the woman's naked tits. “Getting a larger share due to giving us the info? Sure, that makes sense – for next time you give us useful info! You stole from the crew and you did not tell us about the Fortuna, so your share and the info you gave us are paying for those two transgressions! And no, showing off your tits isn't going to change that.”
(Yeah, I've been looking. Really can't find anything that isn't just loli shit or highschool girls that are obviously intended to be loli shit while saying it's not. Also not sure if you want to go through this whole process or cut ahead a bit.) "Lucien is doing important work for the family, dear." While she'd admit she had times where she thought that too, she was somewhat defensive about the implications. As she heard the news about her older daughter, she was a bit worried. "Really? She looked fine when I saw her earlier. Have the servants watch her closely." As she hears the question, she gave something of a sigh already thinking about it. "Soon. We have the preparation work underway. Now, we best do the other work needed." She gave a look to Madeline. While it might be surprising she didn't really play favorites, there was no denying she and Madeline had a lot more shared interest and spent quite a bit of time together for exactly this reason. "I already sent the missive to arrange an audience. We need to review what we know of him first, of course."
@Alicettlg820 Havana, Spanish Cuba Outside the mansion, the sun rises over the Spanish metropolis of Havana, workers rousing themselves from their beds, as hungover sailors try to stand on their decks to prepare to cast off. Inside the mansion, though, there's not been a wink of sleep. "Si...Oh, si..." The noblewoman moans as the two courtesans work their trade. Isabela likely would have left Havana weeks ago if it hadn't been for La Contessa Maria de la Santa Cruz Rosalina Agnelia Rodriguez Cuellar Rene - or just Maria, as she likes to be called. The woman's appetites run as deep as her pocketbooks, and the courtesan has had some good business, coming and going from her mansion. "Mmph, mmmph..." Enrique, Isabela's courtesan partner, a man of nearly thirty, even though he has the boyish looks of someone a decade younger, moans from underneath the noble, his tongue doing its magic as he eats Maria out, while Isabela takes her own pleasure from behind the woman. "Maria! MARIA!" A shout from downstairs rouses the three of them from their lustful stupor. "Madre de dios! He wasn't supposed to be back for another week!" Maria stumbles to her feet and tries to find her bedclothes, as Enrique bolts to his feet, locking the door to the bedroom from the inside. "Mierda, it's the husband!" He cries in a whisper. "What do we do?" Looking out the window, Isabela sees a three story drop - probably survivable, but definitely not pleasant. "Maria, open the door this instant!" The voice shouts from the other side of the door, banging on the wood. "I'll not be cuckolded again!"
The pirate-courtesan smirked as she climbed out of bed, quickly pulling on her clothes with practiced precision. Licking a bit of juice from her lips, she gave Maria a wink. "See you on the ship Enrique! Good luck Maria!" She says as she takes a nearby coin purse. "For services rendered, dear " she says to Maria before kicking the door, hoping to stun the man on the other side.
The pirate lives up to his promises - he uses the whip thoroughly. After he's done, Renee lies on the bed, moaning, her ass and womanhood both filled with cum. "Consider me..." He breathes heavily. "Satisfied." He grabs her by the wrists and begins pulling her through the ship. Renee sees the makeshift brothel filled with pirates in fancy disguises, her whores all bound and gagged like she was. "Enjoy your prayers, father?" One of the pirates cackles. "Honestly? I think I might keep up this priest schtick." The priest responds happily. "Coin's in the captain's cabin. I've counted it, so don't get grubby fingers." As the pirates go to rob Renee of her hard earned (and stolen) cash, the priest pushes her onto the deck. "Consider this a safety measure. Just to make sure you can't come after us in time." He shoves her to some rough looking sailors, who begin to bind her and a few of her girls with ropes, before hauling them up into the rigging. Spoiler: How she's bound Renee can do nothing but watch as she's robbed, and the pirates return from the hold, jumping onto their yacht and sailing away. Only the priest remains. "Oh, and one last thing, cherie." Holding out a slow match, he sticks one into each of the touchholes of the deck cannons. "Don't worry. By the time the navy has gotten off their asses, one of your girls will have gotten you all free, I'm sure. You should have time to escape. And if you don't, you have my sympathies. Farewell, beauties!" The priest throws away his robe, leaving him bare chested, and jumps into the sea, swimming towards his ship. Then, one by one, La Veuve Noire's cannon begin to fire - at the nearby English fort. From her position in the rigging, Renee can see the red coated soldiers at the fort stunned into frantic activity on the walls. It feels like an eternity before Eloise musters the courtesans below. A woman climbs the rigging, slicing the ropes binding her captain, before Renee falls down into a spare sail the crew hold out to break her fall. Harmlessly, Renee tumbles out of the sailcloth and onto the deck, her body sore and aching. "Two English sloops of war heading straight for us." Eloise announces, and as Renee is helped to her feet, she can see the two craft on the horizon, coming from Port Royal.
Peter moves forward, pressing her until her back presses against the wall. "I don't work for shit." He chuckles, hand pressing its way into her trousers. "I think you want me to take you down a peg. To humiliate you. And I'm not gonna do that until you know your place."
"But..." The blonde sighs, before nodding. "Now go scrub the deck." Arabelle orders, giving the girl a swat on the ass to encourage her. When they're alone, the redhead looks to Mariel. "What do you think?"
"That's okay. I'm taking care of her." Louis says, before chuckling at Catherine's last sentence. "Well, he doesn't like me - that's one thing." A dry look from Madeline makes him settle. "He has business dealings with the de Lioncourt family." Madeleine says. "But, I don't think he's totally in their pocket. That means we have a chance, even if he's biased against us."
Marlene squid tighter his penis, as Peter press her against the wall. "I don't think so, big boy. I know my position very well, it is you who needs a lesson." She said as she rubbing his cock harder and more painfull for him.
Spoiler: Combat Roll Success "Puta!" Maria's husband swears as the bedroom door swings outward and hits him in the face. Isabel gets a glimpse of an athletic looking man about Maria's age, dressed in noble finery, with a split lip, as she runs out the door and into the hallway.
"sorry darling. Take comfort in knowing she had a better time with us than she ever could have with you." Isabela smiled and darted down the hallway, looking for the nearest exit. Seeing a staircase, she planted her rear on the banister and slid down the metal with a practiced ease and a gleeful smile, suppressing a mirthful chuckle. She was having the time of her life. What was life without a bit of risk, after all. As she neared the bottom of the staircase, she looked around for what exit options she had available.
“I still don't fully trust her... but her information is worth investigating, regardless. This could be quite the haul, if we're lucky...” Mariel replied. “The smuggler she told us about, John Black, could be useful too... we shall see. For now we should focus on the Fortuna and prepare for trouble, just in case. Hope for the best and prepare for the worst, as some people say.”
"It's true." She knew all this already, but it was good to hear it confirmed by someone else. "We simply need to lead him to believe he's playing both sides for all the benefits and none of the risks....we'll prove that's not the case. Eventually. But for now, we're in need of an ally and he can provide one. As long as he believes he can appease both sides without doing anything meaningful, he'll likely agree. I'd prefer it if we could find something of a hook on him to make the terms more favorable." She looked at Madeline. "Find what you can dig up. In the mean time, it's best to agree to buying the letter now so we can at least resume business."
(Nice post) Renee leaned against Eloise, using woman as a help to stand. For a moment she considered staying and explaining situation. But her past along with officials probably wanting to cover their asses, left her doubts about the outcome of such move. "Set sails! We aré léaveng zis watairs! Ai 'ave non desiyaire to explain ur situashé-on to royal fleet's captain!" With a curse she started walking to the wheel, only to stop. Those were sloops. They were faster then their ship. She cursed and started thinking. Hopefully, they would allow them escape. But if not.... even two sloops were no match for her Noire.
"Well I guess we're at an impasse, then - 'cause I don't take orders from rich girls like you anymore." Peter glares.
The nobleman looks Isabela up and down for a moment, not disinterested in the way her clothes hug her body, before her words register. "Hey, how dare you!" He shouts. Spoiler: Athletic Roll Success The jilted husband pursues, but Isabela outruns him, gaining speed as she hops onto the banister, sliding down. On the ground floor of the mansion, the courtesan pirate sees the street outside is as busy as ever in the midday sun. Directly ahead of the front door is an archway, leading to a crowded marketplace. Craning her neck left out the door, she sees a group of soldiers marching lazily in her direction, more interested in trying to keep in the shade than adhering to military discipline. Turning to the right, Isabela sees a group of Jesuit monks and nuns, chanting Te Deums as they walk through the street. Behind her, she hears the heavy footsteps of the man she cuckolded coming in her direction.
"Understood." Arabelle nods. "Should I head out now to collect the crew, or do we wait for morning to sail?"
"I'll go see some of my friends and see if they have any knowledge on the subject." Madeleine stands, leaving her breakfast half finished, as she heads over to give her mother a kiss on the cheek, and heads off.
