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"Hmm, right on the money." Isabela said between gasps, as her cunt clenched with each trust of her nipple. Trying to mask the feeling of what it was like to be enslaved to her old husband, she put on her best sultry smile and leaned into her captor's touch. "Well, it seems we have an accord...

Isabela swallowed thickly, though she couldn't tell if she was nervous or enticed. Doing her best to try and mitigate the number of people looking to have her way with her, she put in her best defeated, seductive face."Oh, and you wouldn't mind that at all would you? Don't you want to be the one...

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...

"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...

Isabela slapped her hand away as fast as she could, tears now streaming down her face. "Never." Was all she whispered before she last out with a fist towards the Captain's head.

The words sent a ball of dread right to her gut. Memories of her husband from years ago threatened to well up to the surface. The life her mother sold her into. She couldn't stop a tear from escaping. "... As a privateer, right? Right?" She said in desperate hope

Isabela was struck speechless. This captain was... Gorgeous. Dangerously so. But, perhaps the pirate queen could use this. Isabela reached past the glasses and grabbed the decanter itself, smelling the almost too sweet liquid inside. "Not bad." She said as she sprawled across a nearby chair...

Isabela swallowed nervously, taking one last look at her crew. With the attitude of a woman being sent to the gallows, Isabela allowed herself to be escorted into the enemy ship. When she was taken to the Captain's cabin, the door slammed behind her with startling finality

With a heavy heart and a thankful look to her dear crew, Isabela steps forward. "I do!" She called out. "And I hope we can expect fair terms from a captain of the oh so honourable Spanish Navy?" She said, doing her best, and failing somewhat, to mask her contempt.

Isabela's heart sunk into the sea beneath her. She genuinely thought for a moment of throwing herself into the ocean. The embrace of her lady love felt so tempting. But she couldn't abandon her men. "Lads. Lads! Raise the white flag."

"Let's go in for the kill! Get it done fast!" The pirate queen cried as she clambered up into the rigging, sword raised and pointing dramatically for effect.

The pirate slattern smiled. "Well, we don't need them all as hostages, do we?" Take the ship, lads!"

"Perfect time to strike, then. Loot the ship. Burn it. Then make hostages of the crew. A sound plan?" She said, with a grin.

"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!"

"Oh! I do love options. It's been a while since we pissed of the Spaniards, lets remind them why we rule the seas, eh?" The captain said with a wicked grin.

The pirate captain grinned ear to ear. "I'm feeling good. We've been smuggling a lot lately. How about we find something to raid? Nothing too busy, or well defended mind you. Don't want any casualties. Just something to get the blood flowing."

The pirate smiled sleepily and cover her fingers through blonde trusses. "Mmm... not bad sweetness, not bad at all." After several minutes the pirate queen came gently, rolling her hips into the oh so attentive mouth. She lay there gasping and took a moment to collect herself. "Well done pet...

"Oh I can see your education will be fun..." She said as she dragged the woman into bed with her, leaving John in charge of the ship as she went off to spend the night with her new crewmate.

"Well, you'll need to start learning, dearest, earn those sea legs before we ask you swim with them. We can start your instruction tomorrow. Now, since you were such a kindhearted soul today and gave up your home for lil' old me, I think it's only fair if I offer my nice, comfy bed to you...

With a hearty laugh she took the former nun's hand and led her to her cabin, patting John on the shoulder as she passed. "You worry too much!"