"But instead, I fuck with a huge one." Peter chuckles, nodding and letting go. Moving to the railing, Marlene sees two ships approaching in the distance from the south. Spoiler: Perception Roll Success! Raising her spyglass to her eye, Marlene gets a good look at the craft. They're small sloops, with the wind at their back, giving them a speed advantage. The wind blowing their sails also blows their flags - black flags. She rubs the lens of the glass with her shirt, before holding it up again to take another look. She manages to see men on the decks of the ships - rough looking pirates who seem to be shouting and cursing at each other, with no women in sight. She lets out a sigh of relief - this isn't the Fantoma. "Scavengers, hoping to pick the scraps of another pirate's kill." Captain Kelly announces from beside her, his own spyglass in hand. There's a sneer in his voice. "Marlene, I need to make sure everyone's off that ghost ship. Can you take charge here until everyone's off?"
"Yes, sir!" Marlene salute to capitain Kelly, changing her hat for helmet and putting on her breastplate. "Alright men, listen up! Prepare your guns and rifles to fight, load cannons, we are going to have something real to fight!" She shout orders, preparing Sant Antonio to fight. "Peter, keep eye on enemy ship and report any moves". She give bosun spyglass.
"I-I..." He stutters timidly, pulling away for a moment in shock as she kisses him, before pressing his face against hers, letting his tongue lash against her own. She feels a thrill as his hands move, reaching around her to squeeze her ass, forsaking his beliefs in the face of his lust for her. She feels a sizeable bulge against her thigh, thick and hard as stone. "I want..." He begins, fear robbing his voice for a moment, before his fingers find her nipples through her dress and he regains his courage. "I want to tie you up. To...take you...as you're helpless to stop me."
"Aye Aye!" The men shout in response, coming over the boarding planks back onto the Antonio. Peter takes the glass, nodding - he might be a pervert, but he can put away his lust when a battle is about to start. "They're moving fast, changing course to show us their broadsides - I think they mean to rake us!" He announces, declaring that the pirates will move so that the sides of their ships are facing the front of the Antonio - allowing them to bring their guns to bear while the Marlene's ship can't fire back. Currently, the Antonio is tied to the ghost ship and can't move - the lines can be easily cut to allow the Antonio to maneuver, but about half the crew is still aboard the other ship, meaning they'll be left there until Marlene returns.
Marlene take a look at Sant Antonio, then on the ghost ship, and then on two enemy ship. There is no way, that they crew managed to get back on the Antonio, before it get hit by pirates. "I'm sorry capitan Kelly." Marlene said to herself and shout orders. "Cut the ropes now! Free the ship!" She command, hoping that capitan Kelly will managed to somehow get ghost ship to sail on it is own. There is no point in letting enemy destroy them both. "We must protect ghost ship, so get ready!"
Mariel frowned as she looked at the new girl and considered her options. Ignoring the issue was out of the question – it would cause more trouble later, as it would encourage others to do the same. “Can't have every new crew member take whatever they want,” the blonde began as she kept watching the new girl's unsuccessful attempts to sweet talk the prostitute, “she must pay back what she took, plus a bit more, both to teach her a lesson and as a warning to any other new hires.” Mariel decided as she turned to look at Arabelle. “I will be nice and allow her to decide how to pay it back – whether with money or via... providing services for the crew. But either way, she needs to take responsibility for what she did and learn that decisions have consequences.” She declared. “Take care of it right away, no reason to delay.” She added a moment later.
Renee kissed him greedily, feeling his body, shivering at his erect's lust. She moaned feeling his hands feeling her up. Her hips danced, uncontrolled, forced by her lust to seek something that would fill her, scratch her itch. She almost laughed hearing the request from the shy priest. Some men jus couldn't stand active woman in bed, priest, especially, could be that shy... And it was not uncommon request. One she enjoyed - especially after her time in Basil... she shivered at the memories. "So you went to tié me up, 'ave mé at yur mairc as yur desiyaire fiyaires yur lust?" She stepped back from his arms. She slowly grabbed her dark dress and pulled it over her head, dropping it on the ground. It would be pity if was damaged. Her thongs followed soon afer, and she was standing, wearing but her boos, stockings and garter. Her hands traveled over her sides, as she danced slowly, in front of he man, her movements slow, seductive. She cupped her breasts, fingered her pussy and then licked sweat nectar. She grabbed a rope and strode back to the priest, giving it to him, then she urned around, her back pushing against his chest, as she started swaying on her legs. "Oh, zat makes me 'ot padre. Ai can feel desiyaire between mon legs burneng, longeng fair you. Feel free to trap mé padre. Use mé to burn yur desiyaire~" Renee moaned out seductively, her hands cupping her breasts, as she crouched, before standing again, her back pushing against man's chest.
(Seriously sorry to head out right after you post a reply, but I'm dead tired. Night!) "Understood." Arabelle nods, heading out towards the beach. Before long, the pair return, the blonde's hands bound behind her back. Arabelle kicks the back of the woman's leg, and the blonde falls to her knees in front of Mariel. "H-Hey there, boss..." The blonde smiles. "So... I know this looks bad, I just... It's not like I meant to take the cash. It was just lying there out in the open. Behind that locked door. " She gulps. "So, um... I may or may not have, um, already spent the coins."
(No problem, rest well. I have something to take care of myself. Good night!) “That's alright,” Mariel smiled at the bound woman, but it was an obviously fake smile, “I am sure a smart and pretty girl like you will figure out some other way to pay back the money. And before we know it this little incident will be water under the bridge. Right?” Not waiting for an answer she looked at Arabelle and nodded, giving her a sign to proceed.
He had inherited her looks, yet, that seemed to be about it. While did feel love for all of them, she had difficultly saying any of them could adequately be considered ready or capable of being proper heirs. Louis, was sociable, confident, capable, but had the cunning of a bull. Lucien, her other son was probably the most well studied and behaved, but...there were other problems in how he was simply too passive and soft to be cutthroat well enough. Along with the fact, he inherited too much from his mother. His more feminine appearance didn't necessarily mean he was out of the picture, but he certainly had a harder time just by looking at him to be taken seriously. With his enjoyment of things like gardening and art, not uncommon among nobles not being unusual, it did add to a few rumors that he might be a closest homosexual. She had even thought that herself a couple of times. She wasn't particularly religious, but it did present a logical problem in that the new head of a family needs to be able to produce an heir. Valerie, had a lot of desirable skills. Wouldn’t be hard for her to find a match, but she was also probably the most dependent on needing other people’s approval. That gave her a good sense of how to appease people, but she didn’t always have a sense of when the cost outweighed the demand. She had a good education, looks, but didn’t seem to have any real desire to be the new head anyway. Madeline thought…she was the least likely being the second oldest daughter to be seriously considered, but while had just came of age this year, she was the only one who had shown anything like the plotting skills of her mother. In some ways, even willing to do things that her mother won’t do. Still, she doubted she would ever fight her own siblings for it unless they had schemed against her first, and while she had the talent of intrigue, she wasn’t in line for it without no small shortage of freak accidents. And if she really wanted them dead, she had plenty of chances too. Still, as she weighed them she was brought back to her son’s suggestion against her rival as to just shoot her, rubbing her forehead. “Some days that would be easier. And yet, the kingdom doesn’t allow for open war among their vassals without justifiable cause. Even then, her strength may not be directly militarily, but neither is ours. It’s simply not a serious enough issue to the palace to warrant the king’s immediate attention. Even the Marquis knows to only leverage influence with the dukes and duchesses, not to have them escalate by mobilizing and deploying troops, but just show she has the capability. Any direct confrontation would involve who has the best leverage with the kingdom’s standing army.” She rubbed her forehead, looking at him again. “That was the whole point.”
The men nod, and one with an axe runs across the side of the ship, hammering an axe down into the railing every few feet to cut the ropes connecting the two vessels. Spoiler: Ship Intimidation Roll Partial Success Seeing the Sant Antonio cut its lines and open the first of its gunports, one of the pirate sloops decides that discretion is the better part of valor. There's a roar of enthusiasm from the crew as the ship changes course away from the brig. The other sloop, though, keeps to its plan, deciding to make the most of the favorable wind - still behind them - to get into position. Spoiler: Sailing Roll Fail The names and mechanics of the ships sails overwhelm Marlene, and she's not able to offer any meaningful leadership to the men trying to haul them out. The Antonio's sails have only just gotten unfurled when the sloop gets into position, with its side facing the front of Marlene's ship. Smoke appears on the pirate craft, great tufts popping up one by one along the side, and then there's a sequence of booming noises, before cannon balls come flying towards the Antonio. Spoiler: Damage Roll Guns - 10 Accuracy - 38% Positioning - Raking shot Damage: 50 Guns Disabled: 2 Marlene barely has time to brace for impact as the iron balls slam through the front of the ship. Around the Antonio there are seven great splashes, but three shots manage to make it to the target, flying through the length of the vessel. No hands are lost, but two of the balls slam into cannons, denting them beyond use.
The priest practically drools at the sight of her body, reaching up to grope at her breasts as she presses herself against him, the hardness of his cock pressing against her ass. "R-Really? Would... Could I spank you? Choke you?" He asks nervously.
Arabelle grabs the blonde by the hair and pulls her up. "Time to go to work." She grunts, marching the girl towards the Sea Swan. "W-Wait!" The blonde calls out. "What if I could repay you with information?"
Louis shrugs. "The cavalry wasn't really for me. What kind of man spends all his time around horses, anyway?" He drinks. "Anyway, it was just a thought. But in case you were worried I only arrived with bad news, worry not - I came here with a plan to deal with our monetary woes."
“Wait!” Mariel called to Arabelle and made her stop, then moved closer to the bound blonde. “It better be some valuable information, to make up for what you did. Fortunately for you I am in a good mood, so I am willing to at least hear you out.” She told the woman, then her face darkened. “However, if I decide that you are wasting my time, your punishment will be doubled. Now, let's hear what you have to offer.”
Arabelle stops moving, though she keeps a tight grip on the blonde's hair. "A guy I used to...know...sails aboard the Fortuna. She's a merchant Fluyt, fat and slow. Now, her captain isn't the most honest guy - he's Spanish, but he smuggles goods to French ports to sell for high prices. Because of that, he has no support, and no way to ask his own nation for help if he got robbed... And as it turns out, I know the route he takes to avoid patrols..."
“Hmm...” A regular Fluyt was about as fast as Mariel's ship, but with less guns and more cargo space. It was certainly tempting... if the information was true. “Tell me everything you know about the Fortuna and her crew. Then I will decide if it is worth going after her.” (Time for me to go. See you later!)
(Distracted with lot's of things right now, sorry) "And what's that?" She looked at him with curiosity at his proposal that he had some kind of plan.
Renee moaned as she felt the man reaching her breasts. She moved her hands away, allowing him to gently scope them. She moaned as his hands started kneading them. She reached behind, grabbing the priest's head with one hand while the other reached between her legs and danced on her lower lips. She arched as an electric shock travelled through her body. She closed her eyes remembering Bastille. Spoiler: memory Her future executioners fucked her roughly, slapping her, choking her, so her pussy clenched harder. They liked the desperate tightness so much, that they choked her to unconsciousness. Her mind was high from pleasure as her abused body had climax after climax until she passed out. She bit her lip on the memory... her eyes glanced at the bag of coins, which were more than enough, and she licked her lips. "Oui, dair padre. You can do thosé thengs to me and ai shall enjoy zem, ai assuré you~ what eez impairtént, you came haire to énjoy yursélf, padre ét ai weehl mak sure yur desiyairés comé to pass." She did not even lie. After all, it was not as if priest was a violent person.
Marlene hold herself to the railing as they get hit by the first volley of bullets. She look around for damage caused by enemy, luckly no men was wounded, but she saw two cannons destroyed. "Get into position to fire back! Wait for my signal and aim in their ship masts!" Marlene gives commands, trying to give right orders to improve their works. When she saw, they are in the right possition, Marlene shout "Fire!"
