Seven Seas Reborn

[Regin34]

"Forgive me, mistress. Let me make it up to you..." He takes a hand off one of her breasts, replacing it with his mouth, sucking and nibbling on her nipple, as the free hand goes south. He undoes the laces of her pants, luckily not destroying this garment. He peels the pants off of her skin, and they fall to her ankles, as his hand presses against her clitoral veil, stimulating her nub through the little bit of flesh hiding it from the world.

Marlene breathing heavier as he slowly undressed her, without stopping teasing her breast. Now, he also fingerling her pussy, stimulate rising heat and pleasure.
She tries grab his hair, but they were too short to hold, so she hold on his shoulders, as Peter undress her almost completely. She stepped out of her pants, staying in just boots, as her "black servant" pleasing her.

 

[Tjf]

Isabela nodded, confident. The guards weren't the ones she was worried about anyways. And she could easily change her plans with the soldiers to those of the guards. She followed them till she could see the convent roof peeking over buildings, and then disappeared down the nearest alley between buildings.

"Hey!" Breaking away from the clergy is easy enough, but Isabela finds that the nun is pursuing her, as she ducks into a tight alley.

 

[Alicettlg820]

"Hey!" Breaking away from the clergy is easy enough, but Isabela finds that the nun is pursuing her, as she ducks into a tight alley.

The pirate thought of the possibly long, drawn out chase she could have, and considered her other options. Rounding on the nun, she discarded her cloak with a flourish, and backed the woman of the cloth against the alleyway wall, dagger drawn in warning, and leaned in close.

"Now sister, if you insist on doing this, things may get violent. But, if you keep quiet, like a good girl, we could pass the time, have some fun, and no one need be the wiser. Call it... A secret, between us girls" the pirate said with a seductive rasp to her voice.

 

[majus]

(Thanks!)

Spoiler: Sailing Roll

Success!

Renee's girls are hardly fresh, after being ravaged and held hostage, but neither do any of them want to be in the clutches of the Royal Navy. The courtesan notes with satisfaction that they rush up the rigging, bringing down the sails, as the Veuve catches a favorable wind coming from behind them. The sloops, despite their speed advantage, grow smaller and smaller on the horizon, until they disappear. "At least something went right." Eloise says, limping a little as she walks along the deck. "Merde. Well, I suppose we should set a course before those British catch up. Where to, ma capitaine?"

Renee started thinking. From one side, Spaniards coast looked tempting... maybe french coast... On the other hand, she preferred to stay away from the vast lands. She did not have such mobility there. She licked her lips.


"Indeed, we waire luky... A pitay zat ur luk did not show airliair." She winced at the place she felt the whip. It will take her some time to recover, and she will feel it for days. "We sail to hispaniula."

 

[Thorn_]

(Great post!)

Spoiler: Manipulation Roll

Success

"Please, I insist. I wouldn't have it said that a lady of such fine breeding was poorly treated in my house." He holds up a bottle of wine, pouring it into a crystal glass and handing it over to her. As she tastes it, she can tell he's not skimping - it's Bordeaux, the good stuff. "Discussions of the war are important, but it wouldn't be gentlemanly of me to make a lady wait. Please, tell me how I can help you, countess."

(Thanks)

"Ah, then I suppose I shall." She held the glass between her finger tips appreciatively, waiting at least the first ten seconds before wafting than drinking. After going through the whole usual dance, she could tell it was well worth it as she savored it. "You know my tastes well, Mouiser." That felt like enough flattery for now. Now to get onto business.

"The letter of marque, of course. With just that, you would be doing quite enough already. I understand that this isn't an easy thing for you to do, of course. I wouldn't wish you get more involved than you already are." And wait about three seconds. She knew he couldn't directly ask him to take a proper stance. That isn't how this man worked. Don't mention the Marquis directly or bring up her name. That makes it him choosing. This is just a business proposal.

"Although...there is one thing, if you will hear me. As a privateer that brings a risk..." She breathed, as she began to think. The first rule of negotiation. The fastest way to become friends with someone, is find someone you can agree that you hate much more.

"That is the Spanish. My men might be willing, but their merchants and while the guard have deterred pirates before, we're simply not equip for a direct confrontation with the Spanish fleet. We will likely need to build adequate protections around our ports. We have labor, but financially it's not trivial undertaken and with most of our assets frozen, we are in a rather difficult bind." She was trying to be careful of how to word it. Getting him to agree to a project like this would not just be something he would seriously consider in just one day. But she needed to present and make it an offer that was attractive.

"Having French territory under attack by the Spanish. Or even being under siege and raided by the English." There it was. She just needed to bring up the possibility. She just needed to make the suggestion. Let it incubate for a while. When the time comes, he will come to doing it eventually, simply because she presented the idea it could happen. Or it should at least be unlikely, that he would immediately refuse. Either way, it would show how much she seriously carried any weight or how much her word was seriously considered.

"Of course, I'm sure you realize, that we cannot allow this to happen."

 

[Tjf]

The pirate thought of the possibly long, drawn out chase she could have, and considered her other options. Rounding on the nun, she discarded her cloak with a flourish, and backed the woman of the cloth against the alleyway wall, dagger drawn in warning, and leaned in close.

"Now sister, if you insist on doing this, things may get violent. But, if you keep quiet, like a good girl, we could pass the time, have some fun, and no one need be the wiser. Call it... A secret, between us girls" the pirate said with a seductive rasp to her voice.

"Mmph!" The nun grunts as Isabel forces her back against the wall.

Spoiler: Seduction Roll

Success

The nun, a young woman whose unblemished skin suggests she was probably well off before joining the convent, is silent for a moment. Then, she slowly nods. "But not here. The convent cellar - no one will disturb us down there. Besides, from the sound of it, you need somewhere to hide for a while."

 

[Tjf]

Marlene breathing heavier as he slowly undressed her, without stopping teasing her breast. Now, he also fingerling her pussy, stimulate rising heat and pleasure.
She tries grab his hair, but they were too short to hold, so she hold on his shoulders, as Peter undress her almost completely. She stepped out of her pants, staying in just boots, as her "black servant" pleasing her.

"No complaints?" Peter chuckles, as he lifts her clitoral veil, squeezing her nub between his thumb and forefinger, as he presses his teeth a little harder on her nipple.

 

[Tjf]

Renee started thinking. From one side, Spaniards coast looked tempting... maybe french coast... On the other hand, she preferred to stay away from the vast lands. She did not have such mobility there. She licked her lips.


"Indeed, we waire luky... A pitay zat ur luk did not show airliair." She winced at the place she felt the whip. It will take her some time to recover, and she will feel it for days. "We sail to hispaniula."

"You heard her! We make East, then North East!" Eloise calls out. "And when we're there, how do we replace the coin we lost? Whoring, or robbery?"

 

[Alicettlg820]

"Mmph!" The nun grunts as Isabel forces her back against the wall.

Spoiler: Seduction Roll

Success

The nun, a young woman whose unblemished skin suggests she was probably well off before joining the convent, is silent for a moment. Then, she slowly nods. "But not here. The convent cellar - no one will disturb us down there. Besides, from the sound of it, you need somewhere to hide for a while."

Isabela smirked at the small victory and nodded, following her to the convent cellar, looking back over her shoulder to make sure no one took notice. She sighed in relief once they entered the secluded underground room, mostly filled with what Isabela assumed was sacramental wine. Undoing her bandana and letting her hair loose, she smirked and began to peel off the rest of her scant clothing. "Let me take the lead here darling. Don't be nervous you're not the first sister of the cloth to spend a night or two with me." The pirate thought back to the lovely night spent with a sister named Eliana as she waited for the nun to take her queue.

 

[majus]

"You heard her! We make East, then North East!" Eloise calls out. "And when we're there, how do we replace the coin we lost? Whoring, or robbery?"

(Hope that making the text with ridiculous french accent is not to hard to read?)


"On la wai zere, robbairy - air pretendeng to be whaireng zen robbairy. Once we arrive, whaireng. " Renee easily answered. As long as they left no witnesses, they could operate and easily gather more coin. But, they would not stay in the same time for long, from this point on.

 

[Tjf]

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"Ah, then I suppose I shall." She held the glass between her finger tips appreciatively, waiting at least the first ten seconds before wafting than drinking. After going through the whole usual dance, she could tell it was well worth it as she savored it. "You know my tastes well, Mouiser." That felt like enough flattery for now. Now to get onto business.

"The letter of marque, of course. With just that, you would be doing quite enough already. I understand that this isn't an easy thing for you to do, of course. I wouldn't wish you get more involved than you already are." And wait about three seconds. She knew he couldn't directly ask him to take a proper stance. That isn't how this man worked. Don't mention the Marquis directly or bring up her name. That makes it him choosing. This is just a business proposal.

"Although...there is one thing, if you will hear me. As a privateer that brings a risk..." She breathed, as she began to think. The first rule of negotiation. The fastest way to become friends with someone, is find someone you can agree that you hate much more.

"That is the Spanish. My men might be willing, but their merchants and while the guard have deterred pirates before, we're simply not equip for a direct confrontation with the Spanish fleet. We will likely need to build adequate protections around our ports. We have labor, but financially it's not trivial undertaken and with most of our assets frozen, we are in a rather difficult bind." She was trying to be careful of how to word it. Getting him to agree to a project like this would not just be something he would seriously consider in just one day. But she needed to present and make it an offer that was attractive.

"Having French territory under attack by the Spanish. Or even being under siege and raided by the English." There it was. She just needed to bring up the possibility. She just needed to make the suggestion. Let it incubate for a while. When the time comes, he will come to doing it eventually, simply because she presented the idea it could happen. Or it should at least be unlikely, that he would immediately refuse. Either way, it would show how much she seriously carried any weight or how much her word was seriously considered.

"Of course, I'm sure you realize, that we cannot allow this to happen."

"I'm glad you enjoy it. A gentleman must ensure that a lady leaves his home well satisfied, non?" The governor flirts quite openly, though not beyond the bounds of what is allowed in French high society.

Spoiler: Manipulation Roll

Success

The man listens quietly as she makes her pitch - showing that despite the foppish appearance, he understands something of how things work, too. "You speak well, madame, and there's merit to what you say. Le Roi Soleil has seen fit that most of the other powers are at war with us. In such cases, unorthodox measures must also be taken to see to our defence, this is true. But is it not also the case that the standard fee for a letter of marque is significantly beyond what you can afford at present, due to your...unfortunate circumstances? If I were to make it cheaper, or even waive the fee entirely, some could interpret this as a show of favouritism." De Lioncourt will become a problem for me if I do this to you.

He pauses for effect. "But, as I said, your logic is sound. Perhaps we can work something out. But I have conditions."

 

[Regin34]

"No complaints?" Peter chuckles, as he lifts her clitoral veil, squeezing her nub between his thumb and forefinger, as he presses his teeth a little harder on her nipple.

"Ugh!! Just do it, you dumbass blackmen, with too big cock!" She said loud as he bites her nipple. Marlene hugs harder bosun, his big muscles on shoulder get bitten by her. She bite him suddenly and hard, as he teases her clint.
"Ahh! Give pleasure to your lady, I command you!"

 

[Tjf]

Isabela smirked at the small victory and nodded, following her to the convent cellar, looking back over her shoulder to make sure no one took notice. She sighed in relief once they entered the secluded underground room, mostly filled with what Isabela assumed was sacramental wine. Undoing her bandana and letting her hair loose, she smirked and began to peel off the rest of her scant clothing. "Let me take the lead here darling. Don't be nervous you're not the first sister of the cloth to spend a night or two with me." The pirate thought back to the lovely night spent with a sister named Eliana as she waited for the nun to take her queue.

"I'm not nervous. In a building filled with women, you think this is my first time having female company?" Despite the boldness of her words, the nun sounds a little hesitant, though also excited. Turning, Isabela sees precisely what she was hoping to see.

"Don't stare..."

 

[Alicettlg820]

"I'm not nervous. In a building filled with women, you think this is my first time having female company?" Despite the boldness of her words, the nun sounds a little hesitant, though also excited. Turning, Isabela sees precisely what she was hoping to see.
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"Don't stare..."

Isabela stared. "Oh but how can I not? You my dear are gorgeous. The picture of beauty! Why, its a shame you're trapped here in this convent!" She said as she approached the nun, reaching up to cup her cheek. "Now seeing as this is your house, it's only fair you set the pace, sweetness."

 

[Tjf]

(Hope that making the text with ridiculous french accent is not to hard to read?)


"On la wai zere, robbairy - air pretendeng to be whaireng zen robbairy. Once we arrive, whaireng. " Renee easily answered. As long as they left no witnesses, they could operate and easily gather more coin. But, they would not stay in the same time for long, from this point on.

(Nah, it's actually pretty amusing Also, is it Reene or Renee? We've both been spelling it both ways.)
"Understood. Do...Do you need help getting back to your cabin?" Eloise offers her arm. Back inside, Renee sees the priest left her a handful of gold pieces, and the pistol he pointed at her. At least he didn't leave her totally in the lurch...

Spoiler: Luck Roll

7

"Sails! Sails on the horizon!" Renee sits in her cabin two days later, still a little sore from the lashing, but mostly recovered. One of her crew shouts from above. Heading up to the deck, sea air blowing her dress' skirts, she sees a speck on the horizon, getting closer. "Dutch West India Company colours! She's a slave ship!" The lookout calls from above. Extending her spyglass, Renee sees hardy sailors and several well dressed gentlemen on the deck. Flags of different colours are flown from the bow of the other ship. "She thinks we're a slaver! The lookout translates the flag signals. "The captain bids us well, and asks if we have any chains we can spare!"

 

[Tjf]

"Ugh!! Just do it, you dumbass blackmen, with too big cock!" She said loud as he bites her nipple. Marlene hugs harder bosun, his big muscles on shoulder get bitten by her. She bite him suddenly and hard, as he teases her clint.
"Ahh! Give pleasure to your lady, I command you!"

"If my lady commands..." Peter chuckles in his mock-deferent expression. "But if I'm gonna please you, I have to know what you like. Tell me what you want me to do to you." He grunts as she bites him, responding by moving his hand faster, rubbing her clit with greater intensity.

 

[Tjf]

Isabela stared. "Oh but how can I not? You my dear are gorgeous. The picture of beauty! Why, its a shame you're trapped here in this convent!" She said as she approached the nun, reaching up to cup her cheek. "Now seeing as this is your house, it's only fair you set the pace, sweetness."

The nun blushes. "Stop that. I don't want to offend the Lord with pride as well as lust. Besides, my looks are what winded me here in the first place." She shivers a little as Isabela touches her, clearly enjoying the praise. "O-Okay..." She leans in slowly, tentatively, inching forward piece by piece until the two women's faces are almost touching. Then, her lips press against Isabela's.

 

[Regin34]

"If my lady commands..." Peter chuckles in his mock-deferent expression. "But if I'm gonna please you, I have to know what you like. Tell me what you want me to do to you." He grunts as she bites him, responding by moving his hand faster, rubbing her clit with greater intensity.

"Ahh!!! Fuck me! Spank me! Take me roughly! Ahh!!" She scream in his ear, before biting it, as Peter moving his hand on her pussy. Suddenly, big black guy turn her around and slap her hard in the ass.
"Ahh!!! Harder!" She half command, half beg for move as she lean on the table, from which she removed all important stuffs before all sex. Memories of time with Indian and his hard hand on her skin, gets alive in Marlene head, with each strokes of Peter.
"Harder! Harder red guy!"

 

[majus]

(Nah, it's actually pretty amusing Also, is it Reene or Renee? We've both been spelling it both ways.)
"Understood. Do...Do you need help getting back to your cabin?" Eloise offers her arm. Back inside, Renee sees the priest left her a handful of gold pieces, and the pistol he pointed at her. At least he didn't leave her totally in the lurch...

Spoiler: Luck Roll

7

"Sails! Sails on the horizon!" Renee sits in her cabin two days later, still a little sore from the lashing, but mostly recovered. One of her crew shouts from above. Heading up to the deck, sea air blowing her dress' skirts, she sees a speck on the horizon, getting closer. "Dutch West India Company colours! She's a slave ship!" The lookout calls from above. Extending her spyglass, Renee sees hardy sailors and several well dressed gentlemen on the deck. Flags of different colours are flown from the bow of the other ship. "She thinks we're a slaver! The lookout translates the flag signals. "The captain bids us well, and asks if we have any chains we can spare!"

(I am actually using generator for that
It should be Renee, but we can go both ways.)

Renee nodded her head greatfuly to Eloise for her aid.

But then she cursed as she heard of slaver ship.... but at the question, she smiled.

"A problaim eez but oppairtunitay een disguize~ zéy don't know who we are... We can get close, rob zem, keehl slavairs, recruit slaves~" She smiled as she looked at Eloise waiting for her opinion. After all, she knew if the crew would be able to take on this task after previous... adventure.

 

[Tjf]

"Ahh!!! Fuck me! Spank me! Take me roughly! Ahh!!" She scream in his ear, before biting it, as Peter moving his hand on her pussy. Suddenly, big black guy turn her around and slap her hard in the ass.
"Ahh!!! Harder!" She half command, half beg for move as she lean on the table, from which she removed all important stuffs before all sex. Memories of time with Indian and his hard hand on her skin, gets alive in Marlene head, with each strokes of Peter.
"Harder! Harder red guy!"

"Red? So it's true what they say about you?" Peter chuckles, his massive paw slapping against her ass, the crack resounding through the room as she feels the stinging pain run up her spine. "All that posing, and you're just a whore." He smacks her again and again, alternating ass cheeks, until both are red raw.