“Hmm...” A regular Fluyt was about as fast as Mariel's ship, but with less guns and more cargo space. It was certainly tempting... if the information was true. “Tell me everything you know about the Fortuna and her crew. Then I will decide if it is worth going after her.”
"She's your average merchant ship. Her cap'n is a Spaniard, like I said - bastard to a Don, who managed to get a job moving cargo for his daddy. Haven't met him, but he sounds like a fop. A dandy, y'know?" The blonde says confidently. "If anyone found out he was selling his daddy's goods on the sly, I dare say he'd not be long for this world. The threat of that'd probably be more effective than guns and shot. Sure, he's got him some pirates on his crew, but nothing we can't handle - our ship's kitted for combat, and his isn't."
Success
The woman is clearly no stranger to deceit, but Mariel's sure she's telling the truth. Whether she's correct about how easy this ship will be to take is anyone's guess, but she definitely believes her words. Though it does raise the question of why she didn't offer this information up herself.
(Absolutely no problem)
"Well, as it turns out, I've recently gained some experience taking ships. And it turns out that you have a lovely ship with its fair share of guns. You're banned from the sugar from our plantations, but nothing was mentioned about pir- I mean, privateering." He takes another sip of his drink. "I asked the governor for a letter of marque earlier. He wanted me to pay him an absurd amount, and I couldn't talk him out of it. I think you might be able to talk him into giving us one for a discount, or even for free. With a letter of marque, we can take all the English, Spanish or Dutch ships we like, and no one can hang us for it if we get caught."
Renee moaned as she felt the man reaching her breasts. She moved her hands away, allowing him to gently scope them. She moaned as his hands started kneading them. She reached behind, grabbing the priest's head with one hand while the other reached between her legs and danced on her lower lips. She arched as an electric shock travelled through her body. She closed her eyes remembering Bastille.
Her future executioners fucked her roughly, slapping her, choking her, so her pussy clenched harder. They liked the desperate tightness so much, that they choked her to unconsciousness. Her mind was high from pleasure as her abused body had climax after climax until she passed out.
She bit her lip on the memory... her eyes glanced at the bag of coins, which were more than enough, and she licked her lips.
"Oui, dair padre. You can do thosé thengs to me and ai shall enjoy zem, ai assuré you~ what eez impairtént, you came haire to énjoy yursélf, padre ét ai weehl mak sure yur desiyairés comé to pass." She did not even lie. After all, it was not as if priest was a violent person.
"Oh, you can't imagine how much it pleases me to hear that." He grips her wrists and begins to tie her hands together with the thick ship rope, the knot he uses exceptionally tight, to the point that she wonders if he'd been a sailor before joining the clergy. He forces her to bed her knees, wrapping more rope around her thighs and calves, trapping her in the kneeling position, before he uses thinner rope to wrap around her chest, squeezing her breasts together. Finally, he pulls her arms behind her back, tying them to a hook in the wall, and forces a rag into her mouth to gag her.
"Your toys, where are they?" He asks, gesturing for her to nod her head in their direction.
Marlene hold herself to the railing as they get hit by the first volley of bullets. She look around for damage caused by enemy, luckly no men was wounded, but she saw two cannons destroyed.
"Get into position to fire back! Wait for my signal and aim in their ship masts!" Marlene gives commands, trying to give right orders to improve their works. When she saw, they are in the right possition, Marlene shout
"Fire!"
Though not an expert sailor, Marlene knows how to lead men. Her voice rises above the din, commanding the crew to take action. They haul on cables to shift the sails, and the ship makes a swift turning circle, coming about so that the sloop and the Antonio are side to side. While the pirates are still clumsily reloading, Marlene's cannon are ready. At her command, there's a loud serious of booms in sequence as one gun goes off, followed by the one beside it, and the one beside that - firing one at a time so that the recoil doesn't capsize the ship. 10 cannon balls fly out towards the foe.
The pirates had gotten close in order to increase the devastation of their broadside, but it only served to make the crew of the Antonio deadlier. The first ball flies over the enemy deck harmlessly. The second falls into the ocean in front of them. The next seven shots slam either into the pirates' deck, or into the hull of the ship. Marlene sees the enemy captain, the only man dressed with the remotest bit of class, take a cannon ball in the face as he tries to rally his men to be courageous. The other balls smash through railing and hull, sending deadly splinters flying and hitting several crewmen, while several cannon go flying from their limbers, one hitting a man and ending him.
Fail!
Among the enemy deck, Marlene can see panicked faces through her spyglass, running around almost aimlessly. One man screams that he surrenders, and begins trying to hammer a nail into the touch hole of a cannon to disable it. Another man shouts that they can make it if they run, and tries to grab the first. They fall to the ground, wrestling, before a pistol shot is heard, and one of the men rolls off the first, dead. There's a moment of silence, and then all hell breaks loose. As the Antonio's crew reloads their guns, an outright battle is raging between the pirates on the enemy ship. "Did they... Forget we're here?" Peter says in surprise.
"Oh, you can't imagine how much it pleases me to hear that." He grips her wrists and begins to tie her hands together with the thick ship rope, the knot he uses exceptionally tight, to the point that she wonders if he'd been a sailor before joining the clergy. He forces her to bed her knees, wrapping more rope around her thighs and calves, trapping her in the kneeling position, before he uses thinner rope to wrap around her chest, squeezing her breasts together. Finally, he pulls her arms behind her back, tying them to a hook in the wall, and forces a rag into her mouth to gag her.
(nice!)
Renee moaned as he forced her on her knees, her sex dripping, quivering with excitement, itching for grind. She opened her mouth, expecting a dick, but instead a rag was forced into her mouth.
She nodded at the chest, containing more ropes, shackles, whips, dildos, gags and strap-ons.
She shivered remembering the duchess.
How the woman captured her.
How she one day entered her cell and toyed with her, for entire day. Renee thought her heart would give out at the time, so many climaxes, so much physical and verbal abuse, humiliation, spanking, fucking...
(nice!)
Renee moaned as he forced her on her knees, her sex dripping, quivering with excitement, itching for grind. She opened her mouth, expecting a dick, but instead a rag was forced into her mouth.
She nodded at the chest, containing more ropes, shackles, whips, dildos, gags and strap-ons.
She shivered remembering the duchess.
How the woman captured her.
How she one day entered her cell and toyed with her, for entire day. Renee thought her heart would give out at the time, so many climaxes, so much physical and verbal abuse, humiliation, spanking, fucking...
(Thanks! Let me know if you have advice. BDSM isn't my forte after all.)
"Hehe, tres bien..." The priest smirks, opening the chest and pulling out a whip - the most violent one she owns that won't tear flesh. Wait, tres bien? Wasn't this guy supposed to be English? "Such a treasure trove, ma belle... You must be quite the sinful woman." He crosses to her, raising the whip. He brings it down on her breasts, hard, the tails cracking against her soft, sensitive skin. "I think you're in need of a purging."
(Thanks! Let me know if you have advice. BDSM isn't my forte after all.)
"Hehe, tres bien..." The priest smirks, opening the chest and pulling out a whip - the most violent one she owns that won't tear flesh. Wait, tres bien? Wasn't this guy supposed to be English? "Such a treasure trove, ma belle... You must be quite the sinful woman." He crosses to her, raising the whip. He brings it down on her breasts, hard, the tails cracking against her soft, sensitive skin. "I think you're in need of a purging."
Renee's eyes widened as the man took out the former whipmaster's whip. She shivered at the memory, she thought she would die after the man whipped her with it.
"Hmm~" A whimper escaped her throat, as she looked at the man with wide eyes, charmed as he raised his hand and then moved it down.
Crack!
"Yhm!" Renee arched, as whip landed on her breast, leaving behind a red mark. She blanked for a moment, before her vision returned. She breathed heavily, a drop of sweat moving down her temple. Her pussy quivered as she could feel the burning where the whip landed. Not a sting, a burn.
She looked at the priest, confused, a whimper on her lips. Was the man of church a sadist? She hopped the money he gave would be enough for what she was feeling.
Wait, did he said purging? Not cleansing but purging?
Though not an expert sailor, Marlene knows how to lead men. Her voice rises above the din, commanding the crew to take action. They haul on cables to shift the sails, and the ship makes a swift turning circle, coming about so that the sloop and the Antonio are side to side. While the pirates are still clumsily reloading, Marlene's cannon are ready. At her command, there's a loud serious of booms in sequence as one gun goes off, followed by the one beside it, and the one beside that - firing one at a time so that the recoil doesn't capsize the ship. 10 cannon balls fly out towards the foe.
The pirates had gotten close in order to increase the devastation of their broadside, but it only served to make the crew of the Antonio deadlier. The first ball flies over the enemy deck harmlessly. The second falls into the ocean in front of them. The next seven shots slam either into the pirates' deck, or into the hull of the ship. Marlene sees the enemy captain, the only man dressed with the remotest bit of class, take a cannon ball in the face as he tries to rally his men to be courageous. The other balls smash through railing and hull, sending deadly splinters flying and hitting several crewmen, while several cannon go flying from their limbers, one hitting a man and ending him.
Fail!
Among the enemy deck, Marlene can see panicked faces through her spyglass, running around almost aimlessly. One man screams that he surrenders, and begins trying to hammer a nail into the touch hole of a cannon to disable it. Another man shouts that they can make it if they run, and tries to grab the first. They fall to the ground, wrestling, before a pistol shot is heard, and one of the men rolls off the first, dead. There's a moment of silence, and then all hell breaks loose. As the Antonio's crew reloads their guns, an outright battle is raging between the pirates on the enemy ship. "Did they... Forget we're here?" Peter says in surprise.
Marlene look with the spyglass on the enemy ship, as much as the chaos spread among the crew.
"It look like there was only one chief, without subofficers on the deck, so as we take him down, the crew lost their mind. Tipical commoners, without any noble blood." She said and take a look at second ship, what is going to do.
"For now, they are not treat, but first we will see what about secend one." She said and give orders to her men, to preparing for shooting again.
"She's your average merchant ship. Her cap'n is a Spaniard, like I said - bastard to a Don, who managed to get a job moving cargo for his daddy. Haven't met him, but he sounds like a fop. A dandy, y'know?" The blonde says confidently. "If anyone found out he was selling his daddy's goods on the sly, I dare say he'd not be long for this world. The threat of that'd probably be more effective than guns and shot. Sure, he's got him some pirates on his crew, but nothing we can't handle - our ship's kitted for combat, and his isn't."
Success
The woman is clearly no stranger to deceit, but Mariel's sure she's telling the truth. Whether she's correct about how easy this ship will be to take is anyone's guess, but she definitely believes her words. Though it does raise the question of why she didn't offer this information up herself.
Renee's eyes widened as the man took out the former whipmaster's whip. She shivered at the memory, she thought she would die after the man whipped her with it.
"Hmm~" A whimper escaped her throat, as she looked at the man with wide eyes, charmed as he raised his hand and then moved it down.
Crack!
"Yhm!" Renee arched, as whip landed on her breast, leaving behind a red mark. She blanked for a moment, before her vision returned. She breathed heavily, a drop of sweat moving down her temple. Her pussy quivered as she could feel the burning where the whip landed. Not a sting, a burn.
She looked at the priest, confused, a whimper on her lips. Was the man of church a sadist? She hopped the money he gave would be enough for what she was feeling.
Wait, did he said purging? Not cleansing but purging?
"Oh, don't fear, petite... Our lord is a merciful God. He offers as much pleasure as he does pain, to his sinful flock." He grins, striking her breasts twice, before moving to the chest again. He bends forward, puling out a number of heavy wooden clamps. Reene moans out as her nipples, then her clit, are trapped and squeezed by the clamps.
“Is that so.” Mariel looked at the bound woman, her expression unreadable. “Does this someone have a name? And were you planning to sell more than just the information you just shared with me?” She observed the woman carefully, looking for any sign of deceit, or that the woman was not telling her everything.
"Oh, don't fear, petite... Our lord is a merciful God. He offers as much pleasure as he does pain, to his sinful flock." He grins, striking her breasts twice, before moving to the chest again. He bends forward, puling out a number of heavy wooden clamps. Reene moans out as her nipples, then her clit, are trapped and squeezed by the clamps.
Renee looked up the man as he towered over her, her body shaking. She judged the man wrong. He was a sadist.
Crack!
"Uhm!" She arched as the whip landed on her other breast, leaving a burning mark.
"Uh~" She moaned and looked up, only for the whip to land on her breasts again.
Crack!
"Yhm!" A whimper escaped her as her pussy squirmed a little, her juices landing on the floor.
She looked up, her eyes teary, presenting herself submissive as much as she could.
The man soon was kneeling in front of her, sucking her burning tit, until the nipple was so erect - only to lock a clamp on it, making her moan with heat. Then he repeated the process for the other.
His fingers slid into her, moving in and out. They locked eyes as his fingers penetrated her. He raised a clamp to her eyes, with a smile, and Reene could only moan, unable to control her body. Slowly, almost sadistically, he lowered the clamp, before locking it on her clit, as heat and pleasure raged in her pussy.
She swallowed as she looked at her client. It was painful, humiliating... it somewhat turned her on and was worth a bag of coins...
“Is that so.” Mariel looked at the bound woman, her expression unreadable. “Does this someone have a name? And were you planning to sell more than just the information you just shared with me?” She observed the woman carefully, looking for any sign of deceit, or that the woman was not telling her everything.
"No one in specific. Just to whoever was willing to pay the most. An auction, I guess you could say, with the most successful captains here." She explains. "No, I swear, that's all the info I have."
Success
Everything she said was true - though Mariel wonders how exactly a common crewwoman was supposed to arrange a meeting with all Tortuga's captains. And from the look of her, she seems to be hoping Mariel won't ask.
Marlene look with the spyglass on the enemy ship, as much as the chaos spread among the crew.
"It look like there was only one chief, without subofficers on the deck, so as we take him down, the crew lost their mind. Tipical commoners, without any noble blood." She said and take a look at second ship, what is going to do.
"For now, they are not treat, but first we will see what about secend one." She said and give orders to her men, to preparing for shooting again.
There's some grumbling from the sailors around Marlene who hear what she just said. Raising the spyglass, she sees that the second ship is still fleeing. They've made a fair amount of distance, but they're sailing against the wind, which is slowing them. Across the water, she sees that Kelly and the other half of the crew have managed to loose sails and gan control of the ghost ship - though it had very few guns.
"No one in specific. Just to whoever was willing to pay the most. An auction, I guess you could say, with the most successful captains here." She explains. "No, I swear, that's all the info I have."
Success
Everything she said was true - though Mariel wonders how exactly a common crewwoman was supposed to arrange a meeting with all Tortuga's captains. And from the look of her, she seems to be hoping Mariel won't ask.
“I see. And how, exactly, were you planning to arrange this auction?” Mariel asked with a raised eyebrow. “Contacting 'the most successful captains here' is not an easy task, especially for a random crewwoman. How were you planning to do it? Who are you, really? You seem to know a bit too much for a random would-be pirate...” She demanded to know as she kept observing the woman.
There's some grumbling from the sailors around Marlene who hear what she just said. Raising the spyglass, she sees that the second ship is still fleeing. They've made a fair amount of distance, but they're sailing against the wind, which is slowing them. Across the water, she sees that Kelly and the other half of the crew have managed to loose sails and gan control of the ghost ship - though it had very few guns.
Marlene made decision. There is no point in hunting flying bird, when wounded one is lie down.
"Give this one hit and prepare to getting aboard the enemy ship!" She gives orders with shout like men, not female.
"Ready, take aim... Fire!" Marlene shout.
Renee looked up the man as he towered over her, her body shaking. She judged the man wrong. He was a sadist.
Crack!
"Uhm!" She arched as the whip landed on her other breast, leaving a burning mark.
"Uh~" She moaned and looked up, only for the whip to land on her breasts again.
Crack!
"Yhm!" A whimper escaped her as her pussy squirmed a little, her juices landing on the floor.
She looked up, her eyes teary, presenting herself submissive as much as she could.
The man soon was kneeling in front of her, sucking her burning tit, until the nipple was so erect - only to lock a clamp on it, making her moan with heat. Then he repeated the process for the other.
His fingers slid into her, moving in and out. They locked eyes as his fingers penetrated her. He raised a clamp to her eyes, with a smile, and Reene could only moan, unable to control her body. Slowly, almost sadistically, he lowered the clamp, before locking it on her clit, as heat and pleasure raged in her pussy.
She swallowed as she looked at her client. It was painful, humiliating... it somewhat turned her on and was worth a bag of coins...
"That's right, the humble look of a submissive penitent. It's good that you accept the punishment for your sins - this would be far less pleasant if you resisted." He pulls aside her gag, but before she can speak, he's already opened his robes, shoving that large cock she felt earlier past her lips and into her throat. "Hng, that's right... Since you failed to properly worship god..." He says as his cock thrusts its way down her throat, making a visible imprint from the outside. "I'll give you something else to worship." Grabbing her head, he forces her to lean forward, taking more of his cock, as he raises the whip, leaning over her to strike her ass.
“I see. And how, exactly, were you planning to arrange this auction?” Mariel asked with a raised eyebrow. “Contacting 'the most successful captains here' is not an easy task, especially for a random crewwoman. How were you planning to do it? Who are you, really? You seem to know a bit too much for a random would-be pirate...” She demanded to know as she kept observing the woman.
"I, uh, know a guy here in Tortuga. He's a smuggler, trades with all the pirates." She says. "Me, oh, I'm nobody. Just a runaway from the colonies who fell in with a bad crowd and needs money pretty badly.
"I, uh, know a guy here in Tortuga. He's a smuggler, trades with all the pirates." She says. "Me, oh, I'm nobody. Just a runaway from the colonies who fell in with a bad crowd and needs money pretty badly.
“I see.” Mariel frowned. She was not convinced the woman was being honest, but there was no obvious indication that she was lying. “What are your thoughts about all this?” She asked as she looked at Arabelle, curious if the more experienced woman had anything to add or suggest.
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