"Curious to hear that from a woman approaching me from behind~" Let's spice it up. Inquisitor really wants to get a piece of her. Or is that a trick to get closer? It doesn't matter now, Faye has just a medicine for that. She reaches into a drawer and pulls out a tightly closed red flower. She grabs the delicate ends of the petals and just rips it open, it smells like a rose but the scent fills ones inhaling it with intense lust. Faye let out a giggle, her thighs rubbing against each other, her crotch getting wet under her dress.
Mariel smirked back. “I'd love to do something about being overdressed... but I really need to be going back now, so we'll have to leave it for next time.” She let out an exaggerated sigh, then turned serious. “I'll be as careful as I can, I promise. You be careful too while I am gone, mother. Alright?”
"I think things are still a little hot for us in port. Let's shove off, shall we?" She said, taking the wheel. "Rest time's up, lads! We're going to go pay a visit to the Spanish!"
Renee swallowed as her body shook with desire. The man reminded her of her former master soo much... She could feel the whipmarks on her tits, as and back. "I undairstand. Ai weehl do mon best to satisfy you, mastair." She said, her body shaking with lust no even realising she called the man master. She turned around and walked to one of the chests with a sway of her hips, her thigh boots clicking. "You know, ai am a francais nobuhlwoman. Ai waire lé best cluthes, ate le best food, slept een le best beds." She reached to the chest and took out chains - not the fun one, but those that her master used on her. She put the collar around her neck and locked it with the key. She turned to the former slave and smirked. "But zén, zumone discovaired mon dirtay deeds. Zey captuaird and intairrogated me, fuked me, tairtuaird me..." She unzipped her top releasing her generous bust and started massaging her breasts, remembering her time in the bastile. She tucked her skirt up, rolled down her tongs and started fingering herself. Faster and faster. She lied down started licking her fingers while she fingered herself. "La théng abut slavairy eez not on-lee bondaje. Eet eez fair and contrul. Contrul ovair othair and lak of contrul ovair yur fate et thus, la fair of mastair, need to do anytheng and evairytheng to regin semblance of contrul. Fair of unknown. Bondaje on-lee adds to, ahh~" She exclaimed as she cummed. Hard Something snapped in the man as he walked up to her, grabbed the cuffs. He turned Reene around and locked her wrists behind her back and locked the padlock with the key. The key he held - her way to freedom. He grabbed the leash and pulled Reene closer. She shivered as her body heated up.
"Great - I couldn't wait to be back here." He grunts sarcastically, before nodding. "She's a noble, originally, and she likes hanging out in those circles - she's often at balls or salons, that kind of thing. As for how she looks - when she's not on her ship, she looks like your average Spanish lady. Skin's tanned by the sun, though - she's darker than most nobles."
"All I do is to make you more compliant." The woman removes her gauntlets, letting her hands reach around Faye's waist, rising up to squeeze and knead at the witch's chest.
"I will, but worry about yourself, alright?" She leans in, planting a kiss on Mariel's lips. "Go on, my love."
"Thought you liked it hot?" The old sea dog chuckles, before relaying her orders. There's a cheer from the crew, as the lines are thrown off and the sails are lowered, the ship catching a wind that pulls it away from the old port. Spoiler: Luck Roll D10: 6 Two Days later, off the coast of Florida "Sails ahoy!" Isabel is roused from her cabin by the sound of her quartermaster's booming voice. Beside her, her nun companion - who she managed to learn between bouts is named Lorena - stirs softly. Getting out of the cabin, Isabel sees that the deck is awash with activity - she's handed a spyglass and pointed towards the coast. Raising the glass to her eye, she sees two brigs anchored near the coast, Spanish colors flying in the breeze. "Decks look almost empty." Her quartermaster says. "And look over by the beach - rowboats on the sand. They've taken most of their crews ashore."
Marlene nod for that, giving him next piece of baked meat, with salt and paprika." Thanks. Do you have any information where she would like to stay in city? Best tavern or some noble friend unwavary of her true intentions? "She asked him.
"Do not speak to me of slavery, whore." The man roughly tugs at her chains, pulling her down to her knees. "We have both been in chains, but we are not the same. I was a warrior, leading thousands of men into battle, once, while you drank and dined and waited for someone to take control of you." He pulls aside his loincloth, freeing his manhood, thick and erect and huge enough to cast a shadow over her face. "I was born to rule. You were born to serve. So serve."
"Last I heard, she was an associate of Falksworth - an exiled English noble." He grabs the food, eagerly devouring it. "I don't know if she's staying there, but she's pretty regularly at his Palazzo."
Marlene nod for that. It means her decision to send black guy on the market was wrong and waste of time. "Alright, enjoy your personal cage and don't go anywhere." She said to him and go out, to leave the ship and go to market, to look for her first nate.
"Sure~ Enjoy yourself~" Faye smirks, not believing she's just doing this to keep her in line. Witch presses her back against the inquisitor, moaning softly as she feels her hands feel up her petite body, barely able to fit around her slim breasts. As her hands wrap around her wrists, her legs rubbing against one another from the tension building up in her body, witch listens in to the woman's heart beat, focusing on the way she is groping her tits. If there was someone that could tell when someone fakes lust, it would be her.
“Alright, I'll see you later. Bye!” Reluctantly pulling away Mariel gave her mother a smile, then turned around and headed out. It was time to go back to the ship and get to work.
"Perfect time to strike, then. Loot the ship. Burn it. Then make hostages of the crew. A sound plan?" She said, with a grin.
Reene, not needing further insensitive, gave his dick a lick, then took the rod into her mouth and started bobbing her head, sucking his dick.
Exploring the market, the noble takes in the sights and sounds, before finally stumbling upon a tavern where she hears Peter's voice. Entering the building, she sees that it's far from the establishments she's used to - a dirty, dark place filled with rough looking patrons of many ethnicities. The building is small, but packed, and she can't quite see her crewmate.
Through thin layers of fabric, Faye feels her nipples being toyed with, the redhead pinching and squeezing her erect nubs through her clothes, as her hips press and grind against her ass. Spoiler: Human Perception Roll Failure Try as she might, Faye can't get a good read on the woman and whether she's actually feeling lust as well.
Walking from their house in the wilderness, Mariel returns to town, passing passed out drunken pirates on the street as she makes her way to the docks. Ascending onto her ship, she finds Arabelle, her red-headed second in command, in the cabin. On the bed are an unconscious man and woman, both clearly well endowed and neither clothed, but Arabelle is very much awake, lacing up her corset as she finishes dressing. "Cap'n. So, what's the business for today? Are we going to go and hit that trade ship the blonde girl told us about?"
"It definitely sounds like a plan." The older man chuckles, before turning to the crew. "Unfurl the tops and royals! I want us on those Spanish ships before they can react!" The crew get to work, climbing the rigging and soon the sails are loosed, spreading to their full size. A fine breeze catches the canvas, and the ship is hurled forward towards the Spanish. "What are we thinking? Warning shots? Or do we just start shooting?"
