"Only the cute ones." She smirks. "I mean, the ones who are penitent." She continues to hold Faye against her for a while, before her expression hardens again. "You seem...mostly benign for a witch. I think I can justify turning a blind eye. But there's still the reason I came here. I'm hunting a seriously dangerous witch."
"It is...It is in church. With our families." Ida lies again, badly.
"You thought you were so great, eh, putain blanc? Renee's captor says as he pushes her forward, eventually pulling away the sword to use his fingers, slipping inside her and grabbing her by the clit as he pulls her along, her skin buffeted by the wind and the rain. "Let us see if the sharks agree." He chuckles, before giving her a hard push.
Marlene whispers to Peter, as she covers her breast and pussy with her hands.
Adriana's lips creep up in a smirk as she looks back at the naked nobles, hearing Marlene try and fail to salvage any part of her dignity as Peter simply eyes up the naked women like a kid in a candy store.
Marlene stands in line among naked women, on her left stands blonde girl which was officer in the navy. She covers her breast with both hands and crosses legs. On the right of Marlene stands little overweight woman with brown hair and shaved pussy, Marlene didn’t know what kind of her profession were before stripping naked. Woman had a problem with covering her massive breast, nipples too big to hide behind hands.
"Problems such as disrespect. Arrogance. Ingratitude." Adriana smirks, as the door opens, and a group of men not unlike Peter enter the room. "We teach humility." Wielding a riding crop, she lays a hard strike on each woman's fingers, forcing them to flinch and reveal themselves.
(I think Adriana should be stripped down by one of men, to show that she passed the same lesson like rest of the nobles)
Isabela swallowed thickly, though she couldn't tell if she was nervous or enticed. Doing her best to try and mitigate the number of people looking to have her way with her, she put in her best defeated, seductive face."Oh, and you wouldn't mind that at all would you? Don't you want to be the one to... Ravage me? I've never been a Captain's woman, before."
Unlike Peter, the dark skinned men who enter the room aren't dressed like sailors. In fact, they're not dressed at all. Their broad shouldered, powerful bodies are clad only by loin cloths, which are rapidly discarded to reveal sizeable cocks. Peter, grinning, takes the hint and begins to undress as well. Hands finally off of her body, her breasts unshielded and her pussy unclad, Marlene sees to her horror that she's attracted the eyes not only of Peter, but the men to either side of him as well.
The captain's deft hand slides down, sliding between the roughspun folds of Isabela's shirt, her fingers finding the puffy mound of a nipple and giving a short, sharp squeeze. "Somehow I doubt that. How else did you become captain yourself?" The other woman smirks, but the mockery is mercifully lacking a pointed edge - it's more flirtatious teasing than outright humiliation. "I intend to keep you to myself. At least for now. As long as you're good." She gives Isabela's nipple a twist.
Marlene holds her hands above head, as she feels eyes of Peter and other men on her naked body. She saw as Adriana was tied with her hands behind her back by two men, roughly and sharply, talking her breath away.
"Hmm, right on the money." Isabela said between gasps, as her cunt clenched with each trust of her nipple. Trying to mask the feeling of what it was like to be enslaved to her old husband, she put on her best sultry smile and leaned into her captor's touch. "Well, it seems we have an accord! Want me to be escorted to your cabin, or should I make my way there myself? Get used to my new home, so to speak? Or, would you like some alone time with me right now, sweetness?"
"Heheh, consider this a mutiny." Peter grins at her, approaching fast, and as she grabs the cocks of the other two men, the privateer moves in, pushing her back until she feels the coldness of the wall pressing against her skin.
"We're not at the point yet where I'll trust you to walk around freely." The captain says, reaching down, her gloved fingers exploring Isabela's body, feeling the dark skinned woman's toned stomach, before sliding lower still. "Very well. I'll enjoy you here and now."
