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With a few powerful thrusts, he hilts himself down her throat, before she feels his cock twitch. He groans, as hot seed sprays down her gullet, before moving away, though his cock is still out, still half hard and ready for action soon. "Tu commences à comprendre, eh?" The priest switches languages entirely to French, his accent clearly native - from Brittany, maybe? Either way, she's sure now that he's no Englishman. She watches as he reaches for the bag he dropped on her desk, untying it, before letting the contents fall - little iron washers, the same size and weight as coins, but almost completely worthless. "Forgive the deception, mon belle. I am no Englishman, as you've likely gathered. My name is Jean De Bouille, scourge of the West Indies." He moves behind her desk, opening her drawers and rummaging around until he finds one of the pistols she's stashed there. "By now..." He checks the pistol, finding powder and a ball already loaded, meant for Reene to be able to defend herself easily. "My men have likely overpowered your whores. But please..." He presses the barrel against Reene's head. "By all means, call for help if you wish."
Renee groaned as hot seed swept down her throat. She could feel the hot liquid travelling to her stomach.
She swallowed as the man dropped the disguise - the game was over... and it looked like she lost. She felt her heart drop as she saw that there were no coins in the purse. The man has completely tricked her... it's almost as when the duchess captured her.
At his suggestion to call for help, she was ready to scream, but when hu put a barrel to her forehead, she closed her mouth - not daring to do so. She merely looked defeated at the man.

