Seven Seas Reborn

[Remin]

The woman moves, heading behind the store counter, sidling up behind Faye. "You witches are all the same. Driven by your base desires."

"Curious to hear that from a woman approaching me from behind~" Let's spice it up. Inquisitor really wants to get a piece of her. Or is that a trick to get closer? It doesn't matter now, Faye has just a medicine for that. She reaches into a drawer and pulls out a tightly closed red flower. She grabs the delicate ends of the petals and just rips it open, it smells like a rose but the scent fills ones inhaling it with intense lust. Faye let out a giggle, her thighs rubbing against each other, her crotch getting wet under her dress.

 

[moonblack]

Catherine grins. "You're wearing too many items of clothing." She chuckles. "You look fine, my dear. Ferocious."

Mariel smirked back. “I'd love to do something about being overdressed... but I really need to be going back now, so we'll have to leave it for next time.” She let out an exaggerated sigh, then turned serious. “I'll be as careful as I can, I promise. You be careful too while I am gone, mother. Alright?”

 

[Alicettlg820]

"Aye aye." He nods and grins. "I'll set a course for Mexico. We'll see what we can hit along the way." He moves to call out to the quarterdeck, before turning back. "Oh, you have anything else you want to do here in port, or shall we set off immediately?"

"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!"

 

[majus]

Spoiler: Willpower Roll

D100: 34 - Fail

"Then I will make it your problem." He grips her shoulders, pressing downwards.

Renee swallowed as her body shook with desire. The man reminded her of her former master soo much... She could feel the whipmarks on her tits, as and back.

"I undairstand. Ai weehl do mon best to satisfy you, mastair." She said, her body shaking with lust no even realising she called the man master. She turned around and walked to one of the chests with a sway of her hips, her thigh boots clicking. "You know, ai am a francais nobuhlwoman. Ai waire lé best cluthes, ate le best food, slept een le best beds." She reached to the chest and took out chains - not the fun one, but those that her master used on her. She put the collar around her neck and locked it with the key. She turned to the former slave and smirked.

"But zén, zumone discovaired mon dirtay deeds. Zey captuaird and intairrogated me, fuked me, tairtuaird me..." She unzipped her top releasing her generous bust and started massaging her breasts, remembering her time in the bastile. She tucked her skirt up, rolled down her tongs and started fingering herself. Faster and faster. She lied down started licking her fingers while she fingered herself.

"La théng abut slavairy eez not on-lee bondaje. Eet eez fair and contrul. Contrul ovair othair and lak of contrul ovair yur fate et thus, la fair of mastair, need to do anytheng and evairytheng to regin semblance of contrul. Fair of unknown. Bondaje on-lee adds to, ahh~"

She exclaimed as she cummed. Hard

Something snapped in the man as he walked up to her, grabbed the cuffs. He turned Reene around and locked her wrists behind her back and locked the padlock with the key. The key he held - her way to freedom.
He grabbed the leash and pulled Reene closer. She shivered as her body heated up.

 

[Tjf]

Marlene think what to do with her prisoner and then decided to bring him back to the cage under ship. As they walked down, she grabbed bottle of rum and baked chicken leg from the kitchen and give them to prisoner. "If you going to be usefull to me, then you can eat." She said and remind herself about the problem. "I also have to know about this lady pirate in disguise. How to find her and how she looks like?"

"Great - I couldn't wait to be back here." He grunts sarcastically, before nodding. "She's a noble, originally, and she likes hanging out in those circles - she's often at balls or salons, that kind of thing. As for how she looks - when she's not on her ship, she looks like your average Spanish lady. Skin's tanned by the sun, though - she's darker than most nobles."

 

[Tjf]

"Curious to hear that from a woman approaching me from behind~" Let's spice it up. Inquisitor really wants to get a piece of her. Or is that a trick to get closer? It doesn't matter now, Faye has just a medicine for that. She reaches into a drawer and pulls out a tightly closed red flower. She grabs the delicate ends of the petals and just rips it open, it smells like a rose but the scent fills ones inhaling it with intense lust. Faye let out a giggle, her thighs rubbing against each other, her crotch getting wet under her dress.

"All I do is to make you more compliant." The woman removes her gauntlets, letting her hands reach around Faye's waist, rising up to squeeze and knead at the witch's chest.

 

[Tjf]

Mariel smirked back. “I'd love to do something about being overdressed... but I really need to be going back now, so we'll have to leave it for next time.” She let out an exaggerated sigh, then turned serious. “I'll be as careful as I can, I promise. You be careful too while I am gone, mother. Alright?”

"I will, but worry about yourself, alright?" She leans in, planting a kiss on Mariel's lips. "Go on, my love."

 

[Tjf]

"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!"

"Thought you liked it hot?" The old sea dog chuckles, before relaying her orders. There's a cheer from the crew, as the lines are thrown off and the sails are lowered, the ship catching a wind that pulls it away from the old port.

Spoiler: Luck Roll

D10: 6

Two Days later, off the coast of Florida



"Sails ahoy!" Isabel is roused from her cabin by the sound of her quartermaster's booming voice. Beside her, her nun companion - who she managed to learn between bouts is named Lorena - stirs softly. Getting out of the cabin, Isabel sees that the deck is awash with activity - she's handed a spyglass and pointed towards the coast.

Raising the glass to her eye, she sees two brigs anchored near the coast, Spanish colors flying in the breeze. "Decks look almost empty." Her quartermaster says. "And look over by the beach - rowboats on the sand. They've taken most of their crews ashore."

 

[Regin34]

"Great - I couldn't wait to be back here." He grunts sarcastically, before nodding. "She's a noble, originally, and she likes hanging out in those circles - she's often at balls or salons, that kind of thing. As for how she looks - when she's not on her ship, she looks like your average Spanish lady. Skin's tanned by the sun, though - she's darker than most nobles."

Marlene nod for that, giving him next piece of baked meat, with salt and paprika." Thanks. Do you have any information where she would like to stay in city? Best tavern or some noble friend unwavary of her true intentions? "She asked him.

 

[Tjf]

Renee swallowed as her body shook with desire. The man reminded her of her former master soo much... She could feel the whipmarks on her tits, as and back.

"I undairstand. Ai weehl do mon best to satisfy you, mastair." She said, her body shaking with lust no even realising she called the man master. She turned around and walked to one of the chests with a sway of her hips, her thigh boots clicking. "You know, ai am a francais nobuhlwoman. Ai waire lé best cluthes, ate le best food, slept een le best beds." She reached to the chest and took out chains - not the fun one, but those that her master used on her. She put the collar around her neck and locked it with the key. She turned to the former slave and smirked.

"But zén, zumone discovaired mon dirtay deeds. Zey captuaird and intairrogated me, fuked me, tairtuaird me..." She unzipped her top releasing her generous bust and started massaging her breasts, remembering her time in the bastile. She tucked her skirt up, rolled down her tongs and started fingering herself. Faster and faster. She lied down started licking her fingers while she fingered herself.

"La théng abut slavairy eez not on-lee bondaje. Eet eez fair and contrul. Contrul ovair othair and lak of contrul ovair yur fate et thus, la fair of mastair, need to do anytheng and evairytheng to regin semblance of contrul. Fair of unknown. Bondaje on-lee adds to, ahh~"

She exclaimed as she cummed. Hard

Something snapped in the man as he walked up to her, grabbed the cuffs. He turned Reene around and locked her wrists behind her back and locked the padlock with the key. The key he held - her way to freedom.
He grabbed the leash and pulled Reene closer. She shivered as her body heated up.

"Do not speak to me of slavery, whore." The man roughly tugs at her chains, pulling her down to her knees. "We have both been in chains, but we are not the same. I was a warrior, leading thousands of men into battle, once, while you drank and dined and waited for someone to take control of you." He pulls aside his loincloth, freeing his manhood, thick and erect and huge enough to cast a shadow over her face. "I was born to rule. You were born to serve. So serve."

 

[Tjf]

Marlene nod for that, giving him next piece of baked meat, with salt and paprika." Thanks. Do you have any information where she would like to stay in city? Best tavern or some noble friend unwavary of her true intentions? "She asked him.

"Last I heard, she was an associate of Falksworth - an exiled English noble." He grabs the food, eagerly devouring it. "I don't know if she's staying there, but she's pretty regularly at his Palazzo."

 

[Regin34]

"Last I heard, she was an associate of Falksworth - an exiled English noble." He grabs the food, eagerly devouring it. "I don't know if she's staying there, but she's pretty regularly at his Palazzo."

Marlene nod for that. It means her decision to send black guy on the market was wrong and waste of time.
"Alright, enjoy your personal cage and don't go anywhere." She said to him and go out, to leave the ship and go to market, to look for her first nate.

 

[Remin]

"All I do is to make you more compliant." The woman removes her gauntlets, letting her hands reach around Faye's waist, rising up to squeeze and knead at the witch's chest.

"Sure~ Enjoy yourself~" Faye smirks, not believing she's just doing this to keep her in line. Witch presses her back against the inquisitor, moaning softly as she feels her hands feel up her petite body, barely able to fit around her slim breasts.

As her hands wrap around her wrists, her legs rubbing against one another from the tension building up in her body, witch listens in to the woman's heart beat, focusing on the way she is groping her tits. If there was someone that could tell when someone fakes lust, it would be her.

 

[moonblack]

"I will, but worry about yourself, alright?" She leans in, planting a kiss on Mariel's lips. "Go on, my love."

“Alright, I'll see you later. Bye!” Reluctantly pulling away Mariel gave her mother a smile, then turned around and headed out. It was time to go back to the ship and get to work.

 

[Alicettlg820]

"Thought you liked it hot?" The old sea dog chuckles, before relaying her orders. There's a cheer from the crew, as the lines are thrown off and the sails are lowered, the ship catching a wind that pulls it away from the old port.

Spoiler: Luck Roll

D10: 6

Two Days later, off the coast of Florida

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"Sails ahoy!" Isabel is roused from her cabin by the sound of her quartermaster's booming voice. Beside her, her nun companion - who she managed to learn between bouts is named Lorena - stirs softly. Getting out of the cabin, Isabel sees that the deck is awash with activity - she's handed a spyglass and pointed towards the coast.

Raising the glass to her eye, she sees two brigs anchored near the coast, Spanish colors flying in the breeze. "Decks look almost empty." Her quartermaster says. "And look over by the beach - rowboats on the sand. They've taken most of their crews ashore."

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

 

[majus]

"Do not speak to me of slavery, whore." The man roughly tugs at her chains, pulling her down to her knees. "We have both been in chains, but we are not the same. I was a warrior, leading thousands of men into battle, once, while you drank and dined and waited for someone to take control of you." He pulls aside his loincloth, freeing his manhood, thick and erect and huge enough to cast a shadow over her face. "I was born to rule. You were born to serve. So serve."

Reene, not needing further insensitive, gave his dick a lick, then took the rod into her mouth and started bobbing her head, sucking his dick.

 

[Tjf]

Marlene nod for that. It means her decision to send black guy on the market was wrong and waste of time.
"Alright, enjoy your personal cage and don't go anywhere." She said to him and go out, to leave the ship and go to market, to look for her first nate.

Exploring the market, the noble takes in the sights and sounds, before finally stumbling upon a tavern where she hears Peter's voice. Entering the building, she sees that it's far from the establishments she's used to - a dirty, dark place filled with rough looking patrons of many ethnicities. The building is small, but packed, and she can't quite see her crewmate.

 

[Tjf]

"Sure~ Enjoy yourself~" Faye smirks, not believing she's just doing this to keep her in line. Witch presses her back against the inquisitor, moaning softly as she feels her hands feel up her petite body, barely able to fit around her slim breasts.

As her hands wrap around her wrists, her legs rubbing against one another from the tension building up in her body, witch listens in to the woman's heart beat, focusing on the way she is groping her tits. If there was someone that could tell when someone fakes lust, it would be her.

Through thin layers of fabric, Faye feels her nipples being toyed with, the redhead pinching and squeezing her erect nubs through her clothes, as her hips press and grind against her ass.

Spoiler: Human Perception Roll

Failure

Try as she might, Faye can't get a good read on the woman and whether she's actually feeling lust as well.

 

[Tjf]

“Alright, I'll see you later. Bye!” Reluctantly pulling away Mariel gave her mother a smile, then turned around and headed out. It was time to go back to the ship and get to work.

Walking from their house in the wilderness, Mariel returns to town, passing passed out drunken pirates on the street as she makes her way to the docks. Ascending onto her ship, she finds Arabelle, her red-headed second in command, in the cabin. On the bed are an unconscious man and woman, both clearly well endowed and neither clothed, but Arabelle is very much awake, lacing up her corset as she finishes dressing. "Cap'n. So, what's the business for today? Are we going to go and hit that trade ship the blonde girl told us about?"

 

[Tjf]

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

"It definitely sounds like a plan." The older man chuckles, before turning to the crew. "Unfurl the tops and royals! I want us on those Spanish ships before they can react!" The crew get to work, climbing the rigging and soon the sails are loosed, spreading to their full size. A fine breeze catches the canvas, and the ship is hurled forward towards the Spanish. "What are we thinking? Warning shots? Or do we just start shooting?"