(You are doing splenditly!) Renee swallowed, as Padre removed the gag. At the sight of his large member she immediately moved her mouth forward, wrapping her lips around the massive dick, bobbing her head enthusiastically, her tits swaying with each movement. She remembered her training after the oars. Enthusiasm was necessary to be showed. And as the pain radiated from her tits, making it feel as if they were on fire, pleasure grew, and pirate's body became quite turned on. She gaged as the man pushed his dick deeper into her mouth, through her throat, penetrating her. She could not move, only feel as the man violated her mouth. She could feel herself coming a little at the treatment. She could feel her juices flow down her thighs, falling on her stockings and heels. 'Oh, she could worship this dick~' Crack! Her body jerked as whip landed on her ass - not as strong, as it was from difficult position... and well, she doubted that the man wanted her to accidently bite her, but she felt the sting... and the mark. She started swaying her ass, moving it in circular motion- Crack! Her hips thrust forward as she felt another sting. Crack! Her ass started shaking- Crack! "Yhmm!" She moaned loudly as she squirted, her juices falling on the floor as if she was pissing, pleasure rocking her body and pain making even greater contrast to feel it. As the man finally stepped back, as through the haze, Renee looked up at him. "Fairgive me padré, fair ai am a sinnair." She said as she kissed the tip of his dick.
Spoiler: Gun Roll Guns: 10 Accuracy: 98 Damage: 150 Crew Kills: 12 With the enemy ship in the middle of a brawl, all her hands on deck, it's impossible at this point to miss. Another broadside is fired, and nine cannon balls rips through the deck of the foe, and the tightly packed mass of pirates. There's absolute carnage for a moment, and then Marlene sees a white flag rising above the smoke.
"Hard to say. It did sound like all that shit about the Fortuna was true. On the other hand, selling info that could lead to the Swan's crew getting a prize is a second betrayal on top of her first." She crosses her arms. "A smuggler who buys goods, and who knows all the worthy captains in town might be valuable, too."
"Yes you are." He lowers the whip, grinning, raising his foot so his boot can rub between her legs, gathering her juices on the leather. "But you're a penitent sinner, aren't you? Willing to do whatever you're asked to achieve God's mercy?"
Marlene laughed at enemy ship and call to her own. "Get ready grab this ship but stay carefull. Some pirate would try to cheat on symbols, so be ready. Bring chains and shackles for them." She order loudly as she walk across the ship. "Soon, Captain Kelly will join us." She said to Peter.
Renee's body shivered and a moan escaped her as she felt the tip of a boot grinding against her labia. She panted as if she was in heat, her eyes locked on the man's dick. She leaned forward and gave it a lick, taking in sweat and her own juices, sweat and salty taste mixing on her tongue. "A slut lik me, eez destined to 'ell, padre. But ai shall do mon bést to wairship you, as long as you désiyaire." She took his fat dick into her mouth and started slowly bobbing her head.
Soon, the Antonio is brought up alongside the pirates, more grappling hooks thrown and ropes pulled taut to bring the enemy ship in. Many pirates would try a false surrender as a tactic, but looking at the men on the enemy ship, Marlene's confident that these won't - among the blood and broken wood of the deck, the pirates stand around, still in shock, letting the victorious crew bind them all, before making them kneel on the deck, pistols pointed at them in case they make a stupid decision. Looking around, Marlene examines the captives - all scrawny, sickly and dressed in rags. Clearly these men haven't taken any treasure ships lately. Examining some of the pistols she finds on the ground, it seems like many don't have powder or shot. Captain Kelly maneuvers the ghost ship along the other side of the sloop, and jumps board without waiting for a plank - spry for an old man. "Not bad, Marlene. Not bad." He smirks as he examines the carnage. "These miserable wretches probably don't have much in the hold - but we'll at least get a fee for everyone they hang back in Havana." One of the pirates overhears, and begins begging for mercy.
“Indeed...” Mariel nodded, then looked at the bound woman again. “While you might think the Fortuna would be an easy target, there's no way to be sure it would really be so. Still, I am willing to risk it. And a smuggler who knows all the worthy captains in town would be a boon to us too. So for now your punishment is on hold.” She moved behind the woman and slapped her ass hard without warning. “However, that does not mean you are free to do as you please. You are not allowed to leave the Swan until further notice, and once back on board you are not allowed to cover your tits – a little reminder for you and everyone else of what you did.” She declared. “Now, what is the name of this smuggler and where can I find him?” It would be a good diea to know, just in case.
"Heh, so you think if you please me well, I'll show you some mercy, eh?" He puts a hand on her head, but lets her set her own pace as she sucks him. For now at least. "Go on, then. Let me see the skills of a debauched whore."
"The Méduse." She knew what he was referring too and look a little amused by it. "It's quite elegant to look at, but it's mostly just a vanity project about having a ship designed entirely in France." She did mind referring to as that. She only commissioned it too be impressive to the right people, but she had her doubts about whether or not anyone should ever seriously use it. "We do at least have some experienced sailors and soldiers from our merchant fleets, but it might be too much expect they would do this." She did actually think about it a bit. "It's not the worst idea necessarily. We do need to be able to resume trade..." She thought about it before giving a nod. "Very well, I shall speak to him and see what can be accomplished."
"Ah!" The blonde moans as her ass is struck. "I-I understand, yeah." Her face goes red. "His name's John Black - he has a trading house by the dock."
She sucked his balls, allowing the shaft to fall on her face, before tracing her tongue along it. "I would not dream abut cairrupteng such a mairal-lee straight padre. Ai expect non maircy." Renee hummed as she felt hand on her head. She started bobbing her head, her tongue travelling along his length, as she slid her tongue, wrapping around the shaft, moving it underneath it, teasing the sensitive spots. She might not be as skilled as some of the girls, and her main strength was in seduction, but she had some practice. She started bobbin her head, doing her best to pleasure the man of cloth.
"True - it's an archaic design and obsolete in comparison to modern warships. Luckily, there's no money in fighting warships - she'll be going after merchants, and scary looks are what make merchants give up. I think you could convince the crews - they're not getting paid while the trading business is dead in the water, after all." He stands as she gives her assent, moving over to grip her shoulders and kiss her cheeks. "Wonderful. I shall inspect the Méduse. After catching up with my siblings."
"Oh, putain..." The churchman moans, starting to grunt in pleasure. "And yet you thought you could corrupt me earlier... I saw you, getting hot as you thought you were seducing me."
"Can't blame a whaire fair tryéng~" Renee said with a small smile and quickly returned to pleasuring the Padre. She quite enjoyed the thing in her mouth. Her tits bounced with each movement as she bobbed her head. She looked up at the man, as her lips squeezed his dick as if she was worshipping him. Then she froze. "Oh, putain..." She looked up from the dick into his eyes. It was French... not a single word. A priest, an English priest should not know it! She shivered as the tip of the boot pushed deeper, between her labia, pushing the lower lips apart. Her hips started dancing, riding the boot. She renewed bobbing her head, first slowly then faster, almost desperate. That's all she could do - to pleasure the man.
Marlene smile as she slapped pirate in the face to silence him. " Shout up bandit. " She said with disgust in voice. Hanging them was mercy, if government would be unwilling he could put them to torture. She walked to place where capitan of the enemy ship lost his head, search his pockets for anything value. "I think there is no point in taking all three ships, captain Kelly." She said to captain. "It will be better to burn down this one, after we search for anything value. We don't have enough men to control three ships, and leaving this one for others to claim would be waste for us. "
“John Black, a trading house by the dock. Alright, I'll pay him a visit once we have something to offer him, or if we need to buy something not legally available.” Mariel nodded. “Now let's head back to the ship. Once there you will tell me everything you can about the Fortuna's route so I can plan things.” She then looked at Arabelle. “Have someone watch her, so that she does not get any ideas.”
“Do as you will. I’ll have the servants prepare something. There’s much to be done.” She wondered what exactly was it he had in mind by proposing this, but logically, his plan made sense on paper. Surely, he wasn’t suggesting this because he gets absolutely nothing out of it. Either trying to get back into their good graces or…. She had no reason not to believe unblocking his family’s income wasn’t in his best interest, but she still got the sense there was something he wasn’t telling. Yet….now she had more paperwork. Properly organizing something like this would take quite a bit of doing to find qualified crewmen and who was willing to turn to raiding and who they could afford to let go from their usual postings. Preparing limited supplies and resources for pirate raiding would also take quite a bit of careful preparation. She felt that migraine coming again.
With a few powerful thrusts, he hilts himself down her throat, before she feels his cock twitch. He groans, as hot seed sprays down her gullet, before moving away, though his cock is still out, still half hard and ready for action soon. "Tu commences à comprendre, eh?" The priest switches languages entirely to French, his accent clearly native - from Brittany, maybe? Either way, she's sure now that he's no Englishman. She watches as he reaches for the bag he dropped on her desk, untying it, before letting the contents fall - little iron washers, the same size and weight as coins, but almost completely worthless. "Forgive the deception, mon belle. I am no Englishman, as you've likely gathered. My name is Jean De Bouille, scourge of the West Indies." He moves behind her desk, opening her drawers and rummaging around until he finds one of the pistols she's stashed there. "By now..." He checks the pistol, finding powder and a ball already loaded, meant for Reene to be able to defend herself easily. "My men have likely overpowered your whores. But please..." He presses the barrel against Reene's head. "By all means, call for help if you wish."
The man's head is rocked back, and he stops talking in shock - clearly he's not used to being on the other side of this equation. "Careful." Kelly says, spotting the sadism in Marlene's voice. We won't get paid unless the pirates are healthy enough to hang. Slapping's fine, but don't go too hard." He warns. Spoiler: Luck Roll 2 Marlene finds a handful of Spanish dollars in the dead captain's pockets, his head missing, but his body intact. In total, adding up to 3 doubloons in total. He carries two pistols and a cutlass, all worse quality than her own weapons. +3 Doubloons Kelly listens to her suggestion, before nodding. "Agreed. This sloop isn't worth much. We'll take a few guns to replace the ones we lost, and then load the prisoners into the ghost ship. In the meantime, plot us a course to Havana. A peaceful course - I don't want to deal with another fight while we're carrying a ship filled with prisoners."
