"You bitch!" Isabela said as she squirmed uselessly against the woman's foot, the wood beneath her rough against her face. "If I ever get free, I'll kill you!" The pirate swore, angrily, but rather fruitlessly. Fear was nearly overpowering her. Her heart pounded, and she almost missed the small amount of excitement welling in her, the situation reminding her of more... Warm and consensual situations with lovers in the past.
“Ah, him,” Mariel nodded, acting as if she knew the man, “I didn't know he was married, though. Strange that he would keep it a secret... why hide that he has such a beautiful wife?” She looked Ida up and down, “How did the two of you meet? And when did you get married, if you don't mind me asking?” She observed the woman's reactions carefully.
"Please! Please~! I want to cum so bad! Ahhh!~" The witch was almost melting into inquisitor's lips, her wetness smearing onto her lips. As redhead pulls out, Remin's hips keep on humping the air, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure, her crotch tingling with dire need. She felt no shame or hesitation, completely lost in that tongue slithering deep into her loins. It felt better than the few toys she had lying around to relieve herself.
"Heheh, no problem." Peter grins. "Indeed... It's tied to the history of this institution." The woman chuckles as she leads Marlene into a side corridor, the finely decorated walls turning into plain tile, as the enter what looks more like a stable than a dressing room. Marlene sees a line of women being lined up against the wall, shedding their jewels and fine dresses as they're stared down by the staff. "I am Adriana. Though you can call me mistress." The woman in the red dress smirks.
The woman is good, but Mariel doesn't miss a flash of panic. "Maybe he too busy with business to say? We marry long ago, in Denmark."
"Then I guess I'll have to ensure you never get free." The captain chuckles. "In!" She calls, and the door opens, two giant sailors entering the room. "Have the pirate's crew loaded into the hold of her ship. Lieutenant Martinez can take it as a prize. If, when he returns to port, he should hear that she..." She grinds her boot against Isabela's face. "escaped, or harmed me, tell him to sell the entire crew into slavery. If he can't find a buyer, then just flood the hold and drown the rats." The sailors nod and go to turn around. "Not you." She says to the bigger one - a giant well over 6 feet, with a strongman's body of powerful muscle. "Get her to her feet." Isabela feels powerful hands grip her arms and hoist her up.
(Doing a self insert? ) The inquisitor grips Faye's ass, pulling her in and forcing her head against the witch's muff. Faye feels the pressure building again, heat rising within her, her hips grinding little circles against her lover's face. The pressure releases like a dike being opened, her vision going white as she cums again, flooding the inquisitor's mouth with her juices. The redhead stands, grabbing a handful of Faye's hair and pulling her to her feet on weak knees, claiming the other woman's mouth with a kiss and letting her taste herself, as their tongues dance.
Marlene look around the line of woman against the wall. Many of them were pretty and beautiful, some of them were of high position. She noticed some high ranking female officer, taking off her uniform and saber, putting it down, until she get complete naked, showing her small breast and some scars on her body. Marlene also noticed that staff are mixed gender, but women are also naked. Despite their nudity, they stands proudly and domination. “So, I have to undress here? On everyone eyes?” Marlene shyly asked Adriane and add. “Mistress Adriana? It is a part of this tradition”? Marlene nervously hold buckle of her belt with sword and pistol, as she watched officer putting hands on her breast and pussy, red on face and deeply embarrassed.
(Ah shoot! I mixed up the characters, alright? >~>) Faye squeezed inquisitor's head between her thighs as she exploded onto her cheeks, grinding her dripping sex into her greedy lips as she scoops her juices out. The witch wobbled on her feet as the redhead pulled her in, her white hands wrapping around her armor-clad form for support as she devoured her lips eagerly, drawing a couple of muffled gasps into their kiss. The petite gal was dripping onto her thighs, her knees rubbing together on the afterglow of her orgasm.
Isabela grunted as she was hoisted to her feet, her cheek red from the rough wooden floorboards, although that was almost masked by the flush of rage she felt at how helpless she was. She had lived years of slavery to her "husband". She couldn't do it to her crew. Her head hung in shame, she stood there as the soldier held her in place, his presence not even needed as the Captain circled her. A predator with a wounded prey animal. And as Isabela locked eyes with her captor, seeing that hungry gaze upon her, a primal part of her, in her gut and her core, roiled with nervousness, terror, and a bit of excitement.
“Too busy to even mention you despite such a long marriage?” Mariel raised an eyebrow, “I find that hard to believe. If I were in his place I certainly would not forget a beauty like you... but anyway, you did not answer my other question. How did the two of you meet?” she repeated the question as she kept observing Ida carefully.
