The Ale & Tale Inn: Pirates & bounty hunters & bangtails--Oh my!(open for many m & f)

[Guest]

The Ale & Tale Inn: Pirates & bounty hunters & bangtails--Oh my!(open for many m & f)

Ale &Tail Inn: Pirates and bounty hunters and bangtails—Oh my!

In the days of the buccaneers there is, in a small port town, an inn known to be frequented by pirates and ruffians in general. The sign on the front just barely reads: “The Ale & Tale Inn”; the paint is worn so that the carvings are almost bare.

Inside, the weary traveler finds the warmth of old wood. The floor is worn silky and the tables of rough-hewn lumber are sturdy and heavy, weighted with lead in the legs to prevent them being used as weapons.

The proprietress, Molly, is known by this crowd as a bit of a temper pot. Fair of skin with ginger curls, her green eyes see everything but her lovely lips say nothing of what she sees, so the place is almost always full, and every whore in the city knows, Molly’s the one to work for. Not only is there plenty of money to be made, Molly takes very little, and feeds them well. She is also handy with a cast iron pan or a pistol, if need be. (Her man, a pirate himself, taught her well and left her with one.)

Tonight, Molly’s man has come to her on the run, and she and her girls will do *anything* to keep him safe.


This thread is open to male and female, for whores, patrons, bounty hunters, and anybody else who might come to the inn.

This is role play. Be your character, enjoy: Present tense, first person ( “I kneel before you, wetting my lips” as opposed to “She/I knelt before him/you”). Get into it!

If you are taking a hiatus from RP, please check out of the inn and make an exit.

Above all, have fun!

****PM if you’re interested in joining this adventure in debauchery, and I'll also provide a floor plan for the Inn****

 

[scribe_m]

OOC thread for Ale & Tale:
https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=498603

 

[macmillian]

The Ale and Tale Inn

".... HAGAS O'CONNER ...."
age; no one knows - best guess 38/39, height; 5'11", weight; 225 eye; hazel , hair; black, worn in two long brades. A block of a man, strong arms and stout legs, thick body. In good physical shape.

The local shipwright, blacksmith and carpenter. My small shipyard with it's quay and slip and trade workshops i could build small ships and repair the larger ones. I worked on ships and helped the master carpenters when help was needed. I was a pirate once, but since have given it up, I was wounded and lost my left eye when a parallel cut caught my left eye and then a downward cut from my scalp to my cheek, right across the left eye and leaving a scar in the shape of a cross. (A one eyed gunner was considered a poor risk at best). I was also master of a small sloop tied up at my quay. I carried a brace of pistols, my sword and a knife. Most men just stepped aroumd me, in most bare handed brawls it took eight to ten men to take me out. Non wanted to try me alone. For all this I was a quiet man. Did my work and drink when I wanted to and visted molly's girls when I had the urge and money.

 

[cockslave]

Simone James
20 yr old orphan
Slim build
Short black hair

Simone had spent the most of her life at sea with her father since her mother dies when she was 5. Learning the ways of the ships crew and once old enough had taken the role of cabin boy on her fathers ship. That was until his death 6 yrs past. She had been sent back to London to her aunts to be raised ‘properly’ as her aunt put it. Schooling , etiquette lessons, instruction on how to be a lady. But secretly just biding her time till she could be at sea once more, where she felt home was.

Her father had once been employed by the Queen to hunt down the pirates in the Caribbean islands but had been captured by them . Forced to choose the life of crime to save Simone from a life of slavery and that of sex slave to the pirates, he had joined them. She remembered him talking of a secret place, legends of a magnificent ship named the 'El Dorado'........tales of gold and adventure. Knowing the destination was linked to the medallion he had given her seconds before he had died for a gunshot wound she decided to return to the see as soon as she could. That time had arrived at last. She arrived at London’s dock area dressed as a young lad, hoping to blend in . Joining the crew of a ship heading for warmer climes.

 

[Guest]

Floorplan, for your edification

OOC: I finally got my Word pic saved in the proper format, so attached is the floorplan of the inn.

I apologize for the blurriness, but it's better than nothing. The labels, clockwise from the top left, read: trapdoor to cellar; bath; secret room. The cellar extends half the length of the Inn.

 

[Guest]

Molly
Age, 32
5' even, with decent curves.
Green Eyes
True redhead complexion, and the locks to match
Bi

IC: I hurry down the stairs to the main floor, tying the laces on my dress so that it boosts my bosom almost obscenely. It's not an easy task, in motion. Tonight, the men of the town are paid, and the harbormaster has seen a few ships coming in, so there will be plenty of money coming in upstairs and down.

I sigh. "I wish one of them was his..." But there's no time for lollygagging. I round the corner of the bar and head to the cellar to bring up extra ale for the night. Tugging the cask around so that I can heft it, I reflect upon the wisdom of being childless, and I wonder what's happened to the baby boy I left with the church. A strong boy would certainly be welcome right now.

I place the cask on the fishnet on the cellar floor and pull the rope to lift it through the trap door, musing on the good fortune of knowing grateful pirates and sailors. One of them... Jack, I think, had rigged this for me after a particularly nice stay. I flush at the thought of the young man's stamina and roll the cask to the front.

Straightening up, I notice that I did a little bit too good a job at lifting my breasts--I'm showing a bit of darker flesh above the edge of my dress. Hardly fitting for down here! The place is still empty, so I reach in to adjust things, but find that my laces are too tight to do much.

Sighing, I release the knot and shimmy my shoulders to get everything where it needs to be. Watching my breasts (still high and firm), I can't help but pinch a nipple, wishing it were my lover, but the dalliance is brief, and I retie the string and look up as I hear a sound.

I do hope no one saw me just now.

 

[magbeam]

OOC:

I was wondering if I could play as a whore working for Molly?

 

[macmillian]

The Ale and Tale Inn

I entered the Ale and Tail Inn earlier that I usually do. I found out that some ships were due in port and that would mean work for me and my men. I gave them off early and said to stay sober for tonight because we would have work tomorrow early.

As I entered, I saw my friend Molly doing some kind of shaking, her back was to me and that's all I could see.

"Atta girl Molly, you don't need no music for dancin!" I call out to her as I pass through the door. I take my usual spot against the wall. "A pint of my usual Molly, if you please"

 

[magbeam]

Desiree
Age, 19
5' 2",
Brown eyes, black hair, decent bust
Mainly French ancestry, but with obvious helpings of African and native descent
Man, woman, animal, doesn't matter as long as she gets paid
Wears a black choker, hair loose and long, and dark skirts and stockings

IC:

I lounge near the entrance of the Ale & Tail, my place of employment the past few years. I could easily sell my body anywhere, but Molly is kind to her women, and working for her lends someone, even someone like me, a degree of protection from the less savory of my customers.

The Inn is not very busy at the moment, but Molly had warned us there would be plenty of crews ashore tonight, and my prospects for making a bit of profit seemed high. I watch as Molly seemed to struggle with hauling up a keg, and even though she is much stronger than I am, was going to offer my help, until she seemed to have it under control...and more importantly, a regular entered.

I make my way over to greet him, courtseying with a false modesty. "Bonjour, Monsieur Hagas," I say, knowing that the Anglais seem to enjoy my accent. "Looking for some fun tonight?"

 

[Guest]

I whirl around, red-faced, and do a pirouette.

"Ah, the music in yer voice is sweet enough fer me, m'love," I laugh, winking. "Ye're early tonight, Hagas," I pour a tankard of the dark for you, nodding at Desiree, "and the early bird catches the worm, they say."

Grinning, I deliberately exaggerate the swinging of my hips as I cross the floor to you. Setting the tankard on the knarled table, I watch for you to take your first drink. I do love that look of satisfaction at a man's first drink of the night.

 

[macmillian]

The Ale and Tale Inn

"Well Desiree, for now a pint will do. I just finished a hard day and I want a smoke (Nodding towards the pipe and tobacco on the table) and a pint lass. I thank thee, if I want more I'll be sure to ask for you Desiree" I gave her a smile and returned to preparing my pipe for a smoke.

"Desiree, if you like to join me in a pint, I would like that". She was a nice bit of fluff and I would like her to sit and talk with me awhile.

 

[Guest]

OOC thread now available

Please use the OOC thread to conduct any OOC business. Thanks!

~P3

 

[magbeam]

"I would like that, Monsieur," I say, sitting down at the chair next to his, close enough so that our legs touch. I consider sitting in his lap, but I don't want to get in his way and possible annoy him enough to lose his services later.

I look over at Molly. "Madam, would it be all right if I drink with Monsieur Hagas?" She is, of course, my boss, and I follow her rules. If she wants me to try to attract someone else rather than wait with Hagas, I'll do so.

 

[Guest]

I look back over my shoulder.

"If ye're particularly fond of this old dog, ye kin wait on 'im," I tease. "But mind yer rent, m'girl. I'm not runnin' a charity here."

I head to the kitchen in the back room to start the food, and soon the aroma of fried potato and fish, and tonight with the anticipation of a full house, I've invested in beef, so there's stew.

I peek out at Hagas. "Kin I get ye anything t'eat, Hagas?"

 

[macmillian]

The Ale and Tale Inn

"Aye Molly, The cooking smell of the fish and potatoes will do nicely, a plate thank you" I don't mind the fish, i'll leave the stew for those that come later.

"Lass, tell Hagas he ain't no old dog like Mz Molly says. I can take any man on the island, that for sure. Desiree, do you have anything new to spring on Hagas for fun tonight," and I give her smile as I let my large rest on her upper leg. "I changed my mind Lass, run and tell Molly to hold the food, I be needin somthin else." I finish of the pint and walk over to the stairs that lead to the rooms upstairs.

 

[magbeam]

"Mmm, Monsieur, you needn't tell me you're a strong as a...ok-sin?" I stumble over the English word, then giggle as he squeezes my thigh.

"Just you wait and see," I say to Hagas as he asks what I have for him, giving him my most sultry smile.

As Hagas makes his way up the stairs, I scamper over to the kitchen door, looking in for Molly. "Madame, I will be upstairs with Monsieur Hagas. He asks, hold his food." I smile at my boss. She should know better to assume I'd do nothing but shoot the breeze sitting with him.

I hurry out the kitchen and up the stairs, into Hagas' usual room. It is small, but cozy, like all rooms; the main feature, of course, being the bed.

"How much are you looking to spend, Monsieur?" I ask, rubbing up against him.

 

[Guest]

I grin at Desiree. "I thought so. Tell him there's plenty, he won't go hungry."

I leave the potatos to fry and move to the counter, checking supplies there. I've a feeling about tonight... something's blowing in besides the ships. I stretch out on tiptoe to grab the flintlock on the top shelf behind the counter, moving it to a more accessible one underneath it.

I watch with pride as Desiree leads leads Hagas up the stairs to the rooms, knowing that she'll satisfy one hunger and that will give rise to others.

I lean on the counter, waiting, resting for the few moments before the crowd comes in.

 

[cockslave]

simone/simon

Captain Angela and myself arrived at the docks and straight after disembarking from the vessel headed to the nearest inn seeking food and a bed for the night. The first inn we came across was the 'Ale and Tale'. I push the door open with my butt and elbow , struggling to keep hold of the bags with our kit in it. The Cap'n enters and looks round . Sussing out the crowd, making sure it was safe.

There are only a few people there.The captain orders a couple of tankards of ale and we retire to a table in the corner where we can have our backs to two walls making it impossible for anyone to sneak up on us.

"The place looks alright Cap'n, will we be staying the night here as well as drinking. If so I would like the chance to rid my self of the grime and make myself presentable for any female company we might have. I know you hate having us smelly men around you."

I look at her .....beautiful in a natural way, that red hair is amazing, and god forgive me but I was so jealous of her titties...so full and rosy. I had to force myself to stop from staring at them.

 

[Guest]

With Angela and crew

I take the ale to the newcomers quickly, knowing how tired and thirsty they must be. The cabin boy obviously has a crush on his captain--he's staring at her chest (I can't blame him). It warms my heart, and I grin, setting the ale down for them.

"Kin I get ye anything else? I've a nice, meaty stew on, a change from yer usual fare, I'd wager."

 

[rvplymates]

ooc: Maria Reveria, ships captain, chestnut color hair, gray eyes, 5' 7", 25, 130 lbs,

Maria's Father had given her the cargo ship she sailed. For 8 years she traveled on the side of law respecting people doing her job and enjoying it. Then one day after a long voyage, her father told her she must marry, she did not argue with him but at night snuck away to her ship. She awoke her men and told them she was going to be a pirate from now on in. Where they with her or not. They chose to stay with their captain, thus began the life of a pirate.

IC: Two of my men walk in front of me to hold the door for me. I cannot get them to let me open a door for myself. I shake my head a small smile on my face. It was no use I thought they have their ways. I entered the Ale & Tale and my men flank me. They seem to think I can not protect myself. I push at them and yell.

"Avast, your smothering me"

My men break ranks, leave some distance but still I can tell they are flanking me from a distance. I look around the room, not bad I think as my men move forward and take a large table to the rear of the inn. I wonder where my first mate is as I sit down and one of my men sit to the right of me and the other to the left of me.

My eye catches some movement and there he is my first mate, I yell to him.

"HEY YOU"

 

[Guest]

To Maria and crew

I present myself to this new arrival. "Good evenin' to ye. I'm Molly. Kin I get ye anything? We've fish 'n' chips, and I've made a good, meaty stew, if ye're hungry, and the usual fare in drink."

I size up this captain and crew, noting that the captain is female, and well-protected at that. I'll have to send some of my best girls to them, if I'm to get them to break ranks for some fun.

 

[scribe_m]

Angela enters with Simon to seek Molly and Maria

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Angela, hardly a queen of the high seas, but a pragmatic privateer whose business is elsewhere. One does not use one's cistern for naught besides drinking, and it behooves oneself to have her most famous exploits far away, so that their local reputation increases proportionally.

Though located at a small town, Molly's "Ale and Tale" Inn was quite the location to trade in a commodity far more valuable than gold: information. Pirates were glad to tell me of activities of their rivals, and the Queen was equally pleased to inform them of the shipping routes of rival nations.

The mother of Molly herself was my governess. Let us say that our growing up led to not only my exclusivity with the members of my sex, but one with both Molly and my sister, Maria. Maria herself would become a great captain of a pirate ship of loyal men. I was merely a seaworthy professional, assisted in my leanings towards no man, and treating them fairly and equally.

One of them was named Simon. Though a privateer with the Queen's letter, my crew and exploits could be, too often, indistinguishable from those we meant to combat. Simon was a young lad, a typical runaway that found himself on a ship. A bit of a runt compared to the experienced men, his occurance was made worse by a reputation of a lack of female exposure. I should say that my bringing him to Molly's was less pity than reward -- he had save my life, or, rather, the ship. The two are one in the same. As the men filtered out into town, the young man received several "knowing glances" from the crew for what I had in mind for him at Molly's.

Molly's is known for two things. Spread legs, and quiet mouths. Both could become quite amicable with enough gold. And, as said, I had something more valuable than gold.

And at Molly's, I would meet my sister. She had information of her own to pass onto me, and we would both enjoy watching -- and often ourselves -- as we watched our crew engage in some raucious recreation with Molly's fine women.

Maria's general shoutiness tells me of her location, and I dismiss the boy and ask him to return promptly. Perhaps my eyes linger a little too long on him. A lithe frame, lilty voice, and adorably pouty lips. Well, if he were a boy today, he would become a man tonight, and myself and my sister would be most entertained. I flag down Molly and engage her in conversation for a suitable young lady for him to bed -- and us to watch -- tonight.


Scribe.

 

[Guest]

Molly, with Angela

No sooner do I offer the food to this crew, than the one across the way—the one with the enamored cabin boy—hails me. As soon as I hear the voice of that captain, I feel a fool. I know that voice. I’d know it anywhere. I turn and stride across the room, hands on my hips.

“Angela! I did na know ye, under all that filth! Come give yer sister a squeeze!”

 

[macmillian]

The Ale and Tale Inn

Desiree .... "How much are you looking to spend, Monsieur?"

Hagas .... "Aye Lass, One gold crown, an as usual Desiree, one more if yee pleases me." I smile at the young woman rubbing herself up against me. My offer is more then she will get this night and I am the first.

I pull you around and take you into my arms, "Are we agreed then, Lass?" I bend and kiss the young woman.

 

[Captain_Zin]

botched up. sorry.

((sorry. I'm not use to first person RP yet. Let me try again))