"Only the cute ones." She smirks. "I mean, the ones who are penitent." She continues to hold Faye against her for a while, before her expression hardens again. "You seem...mostly benign for a witch. I think I can justify turning a blind eye. But there's still the reason I came here. I'm hunting a seriously dangerous witch."
"You thought you were so great, eh, putain blanc? Renee's captor says as he pushes her forward, eventually pulling away the sword to use his fingers, slipping inside her and grabbing her by the clit as he pulls her along, her skin buffeted by the wind and the rain. "Let us see if the sharks agree." He chuckles, before giving her a hard push. The water hits Renee like a rampaging bull, her lungs nearly collapsing as she heaves, trying to remain afloat. She opens her mouth to scream, but it doesn't help - she tastes the harsh flavor of salt and snaps her jaw shut, aware of what will happen if she swallows it. The Frenchwoman struggles, but the cold is too much. She feels her muscles go rigid, and she begins to sink. Before she loses consciousness, she feels hands gripping her arms. Renee's eyes slide open. The blindfold is gone, but she still can't see - wherever it is, it's pitch black. She's wet and cold, and feels rough wood against her naked ass, and...and shackles around her wrists. Oh crap, it's happened again. She hears her moans echo a little over the sound of the waves, and puts it together that she's in the bowels of the slave ship, where its human cargo were formerly trapped. Now, though, the former slaves are in charge, and she's the one trapped.
Marlene whispers to Peter, as she covers her breast and pussy with her hands. „Eyes up! Don’t you dare to stare”. She ordered him, deeply embarrassed as she followed Adriana on the stairs. Others noble women also followed, all more or less embarrassed by being naked on the eyes of servants. “Yes? What purpose”? Marlene asked, afraid what she could hear.
Adriana's lips creep up in a smirk as she looks back at the naked nobles, hearing Marlene try and fail to salvage any part of her dignity as Peter simply eyes up the naked women like a kid in a candy store. Adriana leads them through a set of double doors and into a large, luxurious but strangely sparsely decorated room. "It was an educational facility of sorts, meant to train young, and occasionally not so young, noble women with... attitude problems." She directs the women to line up against the wall.
Marlene stands in line among naked women, on her left stands blonde girl which was officer in the navy. She covers her breast with both hands and crosses legs. On the right of Marlene stands little overweight woman with brown hair and shaved pussy, Marlene didn’t know what kind of her profession were before stripping naked. Woman had a problem with covering her massive breast, nipples too big to hide behind hands. “Attitude problems? What kind of lesson noble ladies require in such place?” Marlene asked as she kept covering her breast and pussy. If stare could kill, Marlene would kill right now Peter, as he looked at her, licking his lips.
"Problems such as disrespect. Arrogance. Ingratitude." Adriana smirks, as the door opens, and a group of men not unlike Peter enter the room. "We teach humility." Wielding a riding crop, she lays a hard strike on each woman's fingers, forcing them to flinch and reveal themselves.
(I think Adriana should be stripped down by one of men, to show that she passed the same lesson like rest of the nobles) “Ah!” Marlene cried as crop lands on her hands, touching skin behind it. By instinct she removed her hands and rises up, showing her naked body. She get even more red on her face when she sees all these men.
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 to... Ravage me? I've never been a Captain's woman, before."
Unlike Peter, the dark skinned men who enter the room aren't dressed like sailors. In fact, they're not dressed at all. Their broad shouldered, powerful bodies are clad only by loin cloths, which are rapidly discarded to reveal sizeable cocks. Peter, grinning, takes the hint and begins to undress as well. Hands finally off of her body, her breasts unshielded and her pussy unclad, Marlene sees to her horror that she's attracted the eyes not only of Peter, but the men to either side of him as well. "Obedience can be taught with the carrot, or with the stick." Adriana grins, as two men approach, roughly pulling the dress from her body, no concern as to whether they tear the expensive fabric. "We find the stick to be preferable."
The captain's deft hand slides down, sliding between the roughspun folds of Isabela's shirt, her fingers finding the puffy mound of a nipple and giving a short, sharp squeeze. "Somehow I doubt that. How else did you become captain yourself?" The other woman smirks, but the mockery is mercifully lacking a pointed edge - it's more flirtatious teasing than outright humiliation. "I intend to keep you to myself. At least for now. As long as you're good." She gives Isabela's nipple a twist.
Marlene holds her hands above head, as she feels eyes of Peter and other men on her naked body. She saw as Adriana was tied with her hands behind her back by two men, roughly and sharply, talking her breath away. “Oh my god”. Marlene says as she witnesses Adriana acting so submissive to these men. Marlene saw how others women been tied up in different poses. Peter and other men approached her with ropes. “Don’t you even think about it! I’m still your captain and command you to obey”. Marlene ordered them and with sudden surprise and speed catches their penises, grabbing them hard. “I have hostages and I will hurt them if you try anything”.
"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! Want me to be escorted to your cabin, or should I make my way there myself? Get used to my new home, so to speak? Or, would you like some alone time with me right now, sweetness?"
"Heheh, consider this a mutiny." Peter grins at her, approaching fast, and as she grabs the cocks of the other two men, the privateer moves in, pushing her back until she feels the coldness of the wall pressing against her skin.
"We're not at the point yet where I'll trust you to walk around freely." The captain says, reaching down, her gloved fingers exploring Isabela's body, feeling the dark skinned woman's toned stomach, before sliding lower still. "Very well. I'll enjoy you here and now."
"Hmm~" Renee moaned as she slowly recovered. Slowly, trying to act as quietly as she can, she tries to move. She realises that her arms are cuffed behind her back, there's a collar around her neck, and a chain connected the collar with cuffs. She was naked, sans the thigh-boots. The gag and blindfold were gone from her mouth. She was too tired to act, still in shock from being thrown from such a height. Tired, she decided to rest... while she could. She closed her eyes and went to sleep.
