"She's your average merchant ship. Her cap'n is a Spaniard, like I said - bastard to a Don, who managed to get a job moving cargo for his daddy. Haven't met him, but he sounds like a fop. A dandy, y'know?" The blonde says confidently. "If anyone found out he was selling his daddy's goods on the sly, I dare say he'd not be long for this world. The threat of that'd probably be more effective than guns and shot. Sure, he's got him some pirates on his crew, but nothing we can't handle - our ship's kitted for combat, and his isn't." Spoiler: Perception Roll Success The woman is clearly no stranger to deceit, but Mariel's sure she's telling the truth. Whether she's correct about how easy this ship will be to take is anyone's guess, but she definitely believes her words. Though it does raise the question of why she didn't offer this information up herself.
(Absolutely no problem) "Well, as it turns out, I've recently gained some experience taking ships. And it turns out that you have a lovely ship with its fair share of guns. You're banned from the sugar from our plantations, but nothing was mentioned about pir- I mean, privateering." He takes another sip of his drink. "I asked the governor for a letter of marque earlier. He wanted me to pay him an absurd amount, and I couldn't talk him out of it. I think you might be able to talk him into giving us one for a discount, or even for free. With a letter of marque, we can take all the English, Spanish or Dutch ships we like, and no one can hang us for it if we get caught."
"Oh, you can't imagine how much it pleases me to hear that." He grips her wrists and begins to tie her hands together with the thick ship rope, the knot he uses exceptionally tight, to the point that she wonders if he'd been a sailor before joining the clergy. He forces her to bed her knees, wrapping more rope around her thighs and calves, trapping her in the kneeling position, before he uses thinner rope to wrap around her chest, squeezing her breasts together. Finally, he pulls her arms behind her back, tying them to a hook in the wall, and forces a rag into her mouth to gag her. Spoiler: How she's bound "Your toys, where are they?" He asks, gesturing for her to nod her head in their direction.
Spoiler: Leadership Roll Success! Though not an expert sailor, Marlene knows how to lead men. Her voice rises above the din, commanding the crew to take action. They haul on cables to shift the sails, and the ship makes a swift turning circle, coming about so that the sloop and the Antonio are side to side. While the pirates are still clumsily reloading, Marlene's cannon are ready. At her command, there's a loud serious of booms in sequence as one gun goes off, followed by the one beside it, and the one beside that - firing one at a time so that the recoil doesn't capsize the ship. 10 cannon balls fly out towards the foe. Spoiler: Damage Roll Cannons: 10 Accuracy: 78% Positioning: Broadside Damage: 75 Guns Disabled: 3 Crew Kills: 5 Captain Killed! The pirates had gotten close in order to increase the devastation of their broadside, but it only served to make the crew of the Antonio deadlier. The first ball flies over the enemy deck harmlessly. The second falls into the ocean in front of them. The next seven shots slam either into the pirates' deck, or into the hull of the ship. Marlene sees the enemy captain, the only man dressed with the remotest bit of class, take a cannon ball in the face as he tries to rally his men to be courageous. The other balls smash through railing and hull, sending deadly splinters flying and hitting several crewmen, while several cannon go flying from their limbers, one hitting a man and ending him. Spoiler: Morale Roll Fail! Among the enemy deck, Marlene can see panicked faces through her spyglass, running around almost aimlessly. One man screams that he surrenders, and begins trying to hammer a nail into the touch hole of a cannon to disable it. Another man shouts that they can make it if they run, and tries to grab the first. They fall to the ground, wrestling, before a pistol shot is heard, and one of the men rolls off the first, dead. There's a moment of silence, and then all hell breaks loose. As the Antonio's crew reloads their guns, an outright battle is raging between the pirates on the enemy ship. "Did they... Forget we're here?" Peter says in surprise.
(nice!) Renee moaned as he forced her on her knees, her sex dripping, quivering with excitement, itching for grind. She opened her mouth, expecting a dick, but instead a rag was forced into her mouth. She nodded at the chest, containing more ropes, shackles, whips, dildos, gags and strap-ons. She shivered remembering the duchess. Spoiler: Duchess How the woman captured her. Spoiler: Capture How she one day entered her cell and toyed with her, for entire day. Renee thought her heart would give out at the time, so many climaxes, so much physical and verbal abuse, humiliation, spanking, fucking... Spoiler: Duchess in bastille
(Thanks! Let me know if you have advice. BDSM isn't my forte after all.) "Hehe, tres bien..." The priest smirks, opening the chest and pulling out a whip - the most violent one she owns that won't tear flesh. Wait, tres bien? Wasn't this guy supposed to be English? "Such a treasure trove, ma belle... You must be quite the sinful woman." He crosses to her, raising the whip. He brings it down on her breasts, hard, the tails cracking against her soft, sensitive skin. "I think you're in need of a purging."
(Oh, you are doing quite fine ) Renee's eyes widened as the man took out the former whipmaster's whip. She shivered at the memory, she thought she would die after the man whipped her with it. "Hmm~" A whimper escaped her throat, as she looked at the man with wide eyes, charmed as he raised his hand and then moved it down. Crack! "Yhm!" Renee arched, as whip landed on her breast, leaving behind a red mark. She blanked for a moment, before her vision returned. She breathed heavily, a drop of sweat moving down her temple. Her pussy quivered as she could feel the burning where the whip landed. Not a sting, a burn. She looked at the priest, confused, a whimper on her lips. Was the man of church a sadist? She hopped the money he gave would be enough for what she was feeling. Wait, did he said purging? Not cleansing but purging? She shivered.
Marlene look with the spyglass on the enemy ship, as much as the chaos spread among the crew. "It look like there was only one chief, without subofficers on the deck, so as we take him down, the crew lost their mind. Tipical commoners, without any noble blood." She said and take a look at second ship, what is going to do. "For now, they are not treat, but first we will see what about secend one." She said and give orders to her men, to preparing for shooting again.
“Interesting... but why did you not tell me all of this earlier? Why did you hold on to the information?” Mariel asked the obvious question.
"Oh, don't fear, petite... Our lord is a merciful God. He offers as much pleasure as he does pain, to his sinful flock." He grins, striking her breasts twice, before moving to the chest again. He bends forward, puling out a number of heavy wooden clamps. Reene moans out as her nipples, then her clit, are trapped and squeezed by the clamps.
"I, uh, well..." The blonde looks around nervously. "I may have, um, meant to sell the info. To someone with more money than you."
“Is that so.” Mariel looked at the bound woman, her expression unreadable. “Does this someone have a name? And were you planning to sell more than just the information you just shared with me?” She observed the woman carefully, looking for any sign of deceit, or that the woman was not telling her everything.
Renee looked up the man as he towered over her, her body shaking. She judged the man wrong. He was a sadist. Crack! "Uhm!" She arched as the whip landed on her other breast, leaving a burning mark. "Uh~" She moaned and looked up, only for the whip to land on her breasts again. Crack! "Yhm!" A whimper escaped her as her pussy squirmed a little, her juices landing on the floor. She looked up, her eyes teary, presenting herself submissive as much as she could. The man soon was kneeling in front of her, sucking her burning tit, until the nipple was so erect - only to lock a clamp on it, making her moan with heat. Then he repeated the process for the other. His fingers slid into her, moving in and out. They locked eyes as his fingers penetrated her. He raised a clamp to her eyes, with a smile, and Reene could only moan, unable to control her body. Slowly, almost sadistically, he lowered the clamp, before locking it on her clit, as heat and pleasure raged in her pussy. She swallowed as she looked at her client. It was painful, humiliating... it somewhat turned her on and was worth a bag of coins...
"No one in specific. Just to whoever was willing to pay the most. An auction, I guess you could say, with the most successful captains here." She explains. "No, I swear, that's all the info I have." Spoiler: Perception Roll Success Everything she said was true - though Mariel wonders how exactly a common crewwoman was supposed to arrange a meeting with all Tortuga's captains. And from the look of her, she seems to be hoping Mariel won't ask.
There's some grumbling from the sailors around Marlene who hear what she just said. Raising the spyglass, she sees that the second ship is still fleeing. They've made a fair amount of distance, but they're sailing against the wind, which is slowing them. Across the water, she sees that Kelly and the other half of the crew have managed to loose sails and gan control of the ghost ship - though it had very few guns.
“I see. And how, exactly, were you planning to arrange this auction?” Mariel asked with a raised eyebrow. “Contacting 'the most successful captains here' is not an easy task, especially for a random crewwoman. How were you planning to do it? Who are you, really? You seem to know a bit too much for a random would-be pirate...” She demanded to know as she kept observing the woman.
Marlene made decision. There is no point in hunting flying bird, when wounded one is lie down. "Give this one hit and prepare to getting aboard the enemy ship!" She gives orders with shout like men, not female. "Ready, take aim... Fire!" Marlene shout.
"That's right, the humble look of a submissive penitent. It's good that you accept the punishment for your sins - this would be far less pleasant if you resisted." He pulls aside her gag, but before she can speak, he's already opened his robes, shoving that large cock she felt earlier past her lips and into her throat. "Hng, that's right... Since you failed to properly worship god..." He says as his cock thrusts its way down her throat, making a visible imprint from the outside. "I'll give you something else to worship." Grabbing her head, he forces her to lean forward, taking more of his cock, as he raises the whip, leaning over her to strike her ass.
"I, uh, know a guy here in Tortuga. He's a smuggler, trades with all the pirates." She says. "Me, oh, I'm nobody. Just a runaway from the colonies who fell in with a bad crowd and needs money pretty badly. Spoiler: Perception Fail It's hard to tell if that was truthful.
“I see.” Mariel frowned. She was not convinced the woman was being honest, but there was no obvious indication that she was lying. “What are your thoughts about all this?” She asked as she looked at Arabelle, curious if the more experienced woman had anything to add or suggest.
