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Thread: Rich Little Escort {darkest_fate&rahatingt}

Well, the double looked sort of sexy? If you maybe squinted a little? Bella knew she didn't have to do all that much. Now, according to the script, Bella was going to soon find herself well out of her depth. The guy would recognize her as the young girl he'd always wanted and the lovemaking would very quickly turn into ravishing. A lot of that was left to the spur of the moment however the two porn doubles decided to run things would be how the whole thing played out. Or at least, that's what Bella had been told. She swore she'd heard someone mumble something or mention something about ass-fucking or something. It wasn't anything she had to worry about. No, Bella's part right now was simple. Smile at the man as he approached, which she did now. She tilted her head back slightly, letting the earrings decorating her ears sway ever so slightly. Eyes would light up just a little as the fake smile fell only a little short of actually lighting them. Then her eyes were supposed to fall down. It took all Bella had not to start wincing or outright gagging as she had to go over the older man's not entirely great body. The bulge between his legs seemed almost odd to her, especially in comparison. The script said to lock onto it, to sort of stare. Bella had done stuff like that before greedily eying a cock, letting her tongue run just over her lips as if she wanted nothing more than to stick it inside her mouth. A hand went to her hair, moving, caressing. Bella forced her head further up, feeling the loose curls bouncing around her shoulders. A hand moved up, feathered along his pants. Bella's perfectly manicured fingers caught the button. They flicked. Then a hand went a little further down, pulling languidly at a zipper. Her head moved forward slightly, lips pursed to almost blow a kiss in the thing's direction. Then it almost flung out at her. Bella nearly squealed as the cock came dangerously close to hitting her in the face. The teenager's mouth fell open as she goggled, not quite believing her eyes. What was this strange monster? Its head looked a little strange, like there was this bit of flesh covering it or like it was starting to peek out or something. The rest of it looked almost too big to be allowed. Bella wasn't certain she could fit her fingers around it, but that surely had to be her imagination. It certainly dwarfed anything she'd seen from the few boys. She had a line now, one that Bella struggled to remember. Guess this is what a man's cock looks like, huh? she said, smiling up at him, moving her hand close to it. Bella swore she could feel the heat wafting from it, and she hesitated. The thing looked about ready to strike, to bit or spit or something, and Bella just wasn't sure she should get anywhere near it.
Thread: Rich Little Escort {darkest_fate&rahatingt}

Frank was half erect by the time the young actress had her hand on his bulge. He loved the luxurious feel of her hair on his fingers, looking down on her as she oozed expensive elegance even with the lewd gesture of kneeling for a man's cock. His cock lurched free as the zipper was pulled down and he relished at the expression of surprise on her face. He smiled to himself thinking what her reaction would be when she realized his plans for his cock and her. His cock bobbed with the rhythm of his heartbeat and started to grow. The fat veins bulging and the shaft hardening and enlarging. Bella would see how the dark purple knob flared and half came out of the foreskin and she would see how a fat drop of clear precum dribbled out. And dadd'ys naughty girl wants to play with a man's cock doesn't she. She's a shameless little cocksucker isn't she, he whispered in a husky hungry voice, following the script even though in the final copy the voice would be dubbed by the real actor. But it helped with the vibe and he loved the lewd dialog and even as he teased her with his words his hip thrust forward and before a surprised Ms. Thorne could react his flared knob brushed against her lips smearing precum for her to taste. You have been a cocktease long enough .. maybe you are just that. Maybe you don't know to play with a man's cock Bella, maybe you don't know how to suck a cock good , good enough to satisfy a man, he said. His fingers tightened on her hair and he titled her face just right to hold her gaze as his hip jutted forward again rubbing his cockhead against her lips letting her know even if the words were officially for 'Bella Luna', he was talking down to her too. Open up, he hissed, Frank wanted to feel her moist warm mouth engulfing him. He wanted to fuck her gorgeous famous face and make Bella Thorne his fucking whore.
Thread: Rich Little Escort {darkest_fate&rahatingt}

The cock stank. Bella fought her nose's urge to begin wrinkling up as the strong stench of the growing meat hit her hard. She could almost feel herself gagging. Professionalism took over she could handle something like this. It was part of the role, after all show the real reaction to the cock and all that business. Yes, she is such a shameless little whore, breathed Bella, adding an extra breathy layer to her voice that she was quite proud of. The teenager shifted her head, shooting a lustful gaze up the man's body. Bella's mouth opened for another line, only to find the knob pressing against her. Warmth smeared her lips. Bella again found herself gagging, started to pull away only to have that hand gripping her head keep her in place. A tongue came out to wet her lips, just tasting the salty fluid that decked them now. Bella quickly realized her error, jerking a hand up to try and wipe, only to pause as she remembered her role. The porn double just kept going though. He kept teasing and taunting, and Bella felt a surge of angry pride shoot up her for a moment. The man obviously talked about her character, but he did so in a way that made every word feel directed at Bella herself. What right did he have to start belittling her sexual prowess? Particularly in front of people like this! Again her head would have jerked back if it weren't for the fingers laced in her hair. Bella stilled then, realizing in a moment that her head was no longer in her control. He'd do with it whatever he wished. He wished to rub his cock against her lips, rubbing precum and God knows what along her already shimmering, plump flesh. Bella glanced toward the director, trying to locate him and signal that this should be stopped. She could still feel the insistent cock prodding against her lips, demanding entrance. But Bella wholly intended to stop before anything of the sort happened. She locked eyes with the director, but he simply waved her on. Clearly he expected her to keep going, likely to start working the shaft or something. Bella hesitantly brought a hand up, delicate fingers wrapping around the shaft. She could feel it pulsing in her palm. It pulsed, and Bella swore another blast of cock-stench spurted out. Her nose wrinkled, head going back, mouth opening slightly in disgust. The director had noticed that very instinct. He quickly gestured for the double to take advantage. After all, if Bella's mouth was filled with cock, she couldn't very well complain, now could she?
Thread: Relentless (Reno x Lila Lupin)

The Admiral asked me to express his congratulations, Captain, for the fine work you and your crew did during the incident near Shriverport. I'm told that the Archbishop himself was aboard the ship that you protected from Stewart's dogs. The thin, eagle-faced man in the fine uniform, said as he addressed his subordinate officer. Captain Peter James Newcastle stood rigid, seemingly unmoved by the praise. Thank you, Commodore Banning. They're a fine crew, he replied, If I may ask, sir, was Stewart himself captured or confirmed killed? Robert Redeye Stewart was as bloodthirsty as he was bold, and Newcastle loathed the thought of such a vicious pirate remaining at large, even after his ship had fallen to the sea floor after its run-in with the HMS Wraith. He fled like a rat, Banning said with obvious disgust, but he didn't go far. He was taken from a pub not far from the wharf, and is swinging in the sea winds as we speak. Newcastle allowed himself a slight smile at that. A fitting end, Sir, he said, betraying an undeniable satisfaction. Your orders, Captain, are to take the Wraith south to Recien Bay for repairs and refitting, and you and your crew will take a well-earned shore leave, the Commodore directed. You'll shove off as soon as the dock crew finishes her restocking. Newcastle frowned at that, but knew better than to argue against orders. Yes, Sir, he said, already dreading the crushing idleness. Good work, Captain. That will be all. You're dismissed. Newcastle saluted, then turned on his heel. Oh, one more thing, Peter, The Commodore said, his use of the Captain's given name heralding a personal and unofficial addendum. Newcastle half-turned and looked back at his former schoolmate and current superior. Sir? The Domina Malum has been spotted in the seas near Recien. I haven't received any reports of any attacks, but that may change at any time. The hair on Newcastle's neck bristled. The Domina was Avery Havenguarde's ship, the single and sole quarry that had evaded justice and his grasp. Her captain was as slippery as she was clever, and for four years, her every move had been a personal mockery of his ongoing failure to bring her down. The seas would boil away to nothing before Captain Peter James Newcastle would sit idly by while that ship danced beneath the tip of his nose
Thread: Relentless (Reno x Lila Lupin)

Avery Havenguarde sighed as she looked out over the deck of the Domina Malum. Her crew members were scurrying about the deck attending to their chores. A gentle salty breeze blew passed her tossing her luscious red hair around her face. This was the life for her. Free on the open sea, not tied down to one place. She wasn't bound by the strict rules and stigmas that came with being a woman. She was free to be who she wanted here. This was her ship and her crew. She took a deep breath of the salty air around her as a large dark skinned man walked up to her. It's such a wonderful day. She spoke as she turned her attention towards him. Wouldn't you agree, Andre? indeed it is, captain. He said with a smile, his deep voice oddly shouting. Andre was Avery's first mate and he was loyal, perhaps to a fault. Avery smiled at his response. However something tells me that you didn't come over here to talk about the weather. She said eyeing him seriously. No, Captain, I didn't. He said before looking out over the deck. We're low on supplies, captain. He spoke seriously. We need to restock. What's the closest port we can restock at? She asked him. Recien Bay. His tone was obviously displeased. Damn. She leaned on the railing of the ship and placed her head in her hands. Too many navy men take their leave there for is to just openly dock in the port. She groaned. We'll have to cast anchor away from the town in a cave or one of the lesser known bays and then take a group into town to restock and bring everything back. She said with obvious disdain. We can try to push on to another port captain. Andre suggested. Tafton is the second closest to is. Were be pushing it but I think we could do it. Avery shook her head as she stood up straight. No, I'd rather not risk that. She said with a sigh. Recien's bay it is. But well have to be careful. I'd rather not get fitted for a rope necklace anytime soon. She said with a smirk. Of course, captain. Andre answered. With that Avery have the order to head towards Maker's cave near Recien's bay and were will on their way, completely unaware that none other than Captain Peter James Newcastle was headed in the same direction.
Thread: Relentless (Reno x Lila Lupin)

Captain Newcastle stood on the foredeck and stared across the calm sea to the impressively hulking Recien skyline loomed ahead with his executive officer, Lieutenant Commander Jack Sebastian, at his elbow. Despite of the presence of the legendary Recien Royal Navy Shipyard, the port city itself was a hub of some of the least desirable elements of seafaring society Mercenaries hired by merchant and trading ships rubbed elbows with smugglers of every stripe. Freelancers brawled in pubs that outnumbered grocers, freebooters walked through the streets as if they were worthy of and welcome in the light of day, and everywhere one looked, he found himself eye to eye with women of the most negotiable affections. Recien may not have been the most wretched hive of scum and villainy, but with every passing year, it closed the gap a little tighter. With a resigned sigh, Newcastle nodded to his second, who saluted and turned to bellow down the length of the deck. Helm! Sebastian's bark carried clearly to the stern, take us into the shipyard! Deck crew, prepare to drop anchor! With the Wraith moored and his crew gone ashore with a reminder to simply refrain from embarrassing themselves or the Navy, Newcastle was alone in his quarters aboard ship when his second knocked on the door. Come! he called, looking up from his logbook when Sebastian entered. What can I do for you, Jack? he asked with an almost friendly casualness. With the ship in port and all of the crew, the XO included, on a brief but well-deserved leave, he could afford to loosen the laces a bit. The junior officers and I are going ashore now, Captain, Jack said, We thought you might like to join us for a few pints, sir. Peter's smile was genuine, but he shook his head. Thank you, Jack, but no. I haven't been in the big chair for so long that I've forgotten all the wisdom I learned as a junior officer. Jack tilted his head slightly, his expression making obvious his confusion. Sir? 'Going drinking with the Captain is like going whoring with the priest', Peter quoted with mildly nostalgic amusement. Thank you for the invitation, though. Be off with you then, you've got three days' time. don't waste it. The ship had been all but deserted for nearly two hours by the time Newcastle closed the logbook and returned it to the watertight safe bolted beneath his bunk. When he stepped off the gangway and onto dry land, the world was orange and gold under the sinking afternoon sun, and he could, if nothing else, at least find and enjoy a hot meal.
Thread: Relentless (Reno x Lila Lupin)

When their eyes met, Newcastle's features softened, ever so briefly, with recognition, before his face hardened in righteous rage a heartbeat later. Then she shouldered past him and into the streets, and he fell into a run after her. For every person he spun past or went around, she gained more ground on him, until his anger got the better of him, and the pirate captain could hear him bellowing behind her. Make a hole! Newcastle demanded, and mercilessly shouldered past or bowled over anyone who didn't move out of his way in time, until he found himself at the mouth of the alley, shadowed heavily between the high walls on either side. His naked sword was in his hand now. Havenguarde! This is your only chance to surrender, he called into the alley, I've got you now.
Thread: Relentless (Reno x Lila Lupin)

Avery chuckled to herself as she heard him bellowing past the people in the streets. She took this moment to plan her escape. She had known that this alley eventually led to a dead end. However she could turn up here into the next alley and then the turn after that was a dead end. This entire stretch was enclosed by homes and businesses alike. However there were several ways to get out even with the only entrance blocked. You just had to know how to use them, and your timing had to be perfect. She had a knack for seemingly impossible escapes but even she knew it was better not to really entirely on luck. By the time Newcastle entered the alleyway she'd already planned her escape and a back up plan just in case she failed. She snickered as he offered her the chance to surrender. Oh Peter. She cooed as she stepped out of the alcove with her hands raised in surrender. How sweet of you. She said as she slowly took two steps forward. She was perhaps twenty, maybe thirty feet away from him. One wrong move and he'd catch her, but if she played this right she could give him one hell of a chase. However She began as she took one more step towards him. You and I both know that rope necklaces aren't really my thing, Dearest. One final step in his direction. And we both know what you plan to do with me once you catch me. She said as she began to slowly turn around. Doing her best not to make any threatening gestures. So we'll just have to cut this wonderful little reunion a little...SHORT!!! With that she took off in a dead sprint towards the end of the alley way. She cut around the corner and much to her delight saw several boxes stacked on top of one another near the end of the alleyway next to the last turn. She scaled the boxes and jumped to nearby balcony, doing her best to keep as much of her momentum as she possibly could. Once on the balcony she ran to the other side and used the railing to propel herself to the roof. She took a brief moment to look down at Peter. Oh let's face it Peter. She said as she turned and ran towards the next roof. You've never managed to catch me, once in your life! She shouted with a melodic laugh as she continued to run and jump from roof top to roof top.
Thread: Relentless (Reno x Lila Lupin)

Sword still in hand, Peter gave chase, performing far better than Avery would have expected. If anyone had expected that he'd go soft when he was given command of his own ship, they hadn't known him at all. In spite of his larger size, he kept pace with her, and even gradually closed the distance between them. When Avery led him back down to the streets, it seemed that his relentless hunt was finally coming to an end, and she'd pay for her crimes and her betrayal at long last. His blood sang with the nearness of his prey, filling his body with a primal power that pushed him harder and further than should have been possible. The heady thrill of pursuit disappeared with an almost audible crack as Captain Newcastle was jerked back from that feral chase by a heavy force crashing into his side, pulling him to the ground. 'At's enough o' that, matey, the weight resting atop him warned as a meaty hand closed around the wrist of his sword-hand and pinned it to the dirty cobbles. We know you sailors like tae chase women, but you gone too far. Newcastle roared his frustrated fury into the sky as he shoved the guardsman off of him with a palm to the chest, sending the man sprawling while the Captain stood and recovered his sword. His uniform was soiled and torn from the tackle now, and his face read like a death warrant. You insipid, imbecilic bumpkin! Newcastle spat as the guard and the crowd of onlookers got their first good look at him and recognized his rank insignia. That was Avery Havenguarde, you fool, and you've let her escape. He stepped toward the guard, who had gotten to his knees on the way back to his feet. When his eyes fell on Newcastle's gleaming blade, he stopped, halfway up. Beggin' yer pardon, Captain, sir, The guard stammered, still staring at the sword, I din't have time to see who you were ere I... Silence, Newcastle hissed, his voice taking on an odd sound, as if it were echoing in his own throat. The Voice of Command , they'd called it when they'd drilled him mercilessly until he'd mastered it completely as a prerequisite for his Captain's epaulets. The guard ceased his gibbering and the circle of rubberneckers widened around him without so much as a mutter. Newcastle glanced down at the naked blade in his hand, then at the cowering guard, speculatively. He was sorely tempted, but the admonition that he'd given his crew had come back to him, and he sheathed his sword. Consider yourself fortunate that I'm going to consider this the result of your own gross incompetence. Now, the Captain said flatly, Get out of my sight before I change my mind and have you hanged for complicity. He turned on the crowd. All of you, disperse! he barked, and they hurried to comply, leaving Newcastle standing alone in the only empty crossroads in the entire city, staring in the direction that Havenguarde had disappeared. His eyes narrowed and his fingers curled into tight fists. She'd slipped away from him this time, but now he had her scent. This was not over yet.
Thread: Relentless (Reno x Lila Lupin)

Captain on deck! Every line of Newcastle's body was rigid with rage, giving him a stiffer air than the sailors dutifully standing at attention. Report! Newcastle ordered sharply. Captain, the pirate Havenguarde made her way aboardship! the crewman said, his tone at once awed and embarassed, and she left that. He pointed at the dagger jammed into the mast. The security in the shipyard is as useless as the city watch! Newcastle spat, his face flushed as he stalked to the mast and yanked the dagger out. He flung it aside with disgust and held the letter, unopened, clenched tightly in his fist, and the mockery of the coin purse fell to the deck at his feet. She should never have set foot upon his ship. Now, she had not only taunted him, but had humiliated his crew. This could not go unanswered, orders be damned. Leave is cancelled. Summon the crew. I want every man still sober enough to man his post at his post in an hour, and any man not stuck in a barrel with a hosepipe on him until he is! he snarled. Aye, sir! the crew cried in unison, nearly as eager as their captain was to answer to this grievous insult. The only other officer aboard, a Lieutenant Barnes so green that he barely had need to shave weekly, climbed up onto the quarter deck, grabbed the knotted rope that hung from the alarm bell, and began to ring it fiercely. Within minutes, the crew of the Wraith began returning with alacrity, summoned by the alarm. When they learned what had happened from their comrades, they set to preparing the ship with the same furor. Still clutching the unread note in his fist, Newcastle returned to his office to consult his charts. Orders be damned - Avery Havenguarde had made an entire shipful of new enemies this evening.
Thread: Relentless (Reno x Lila Lupin)

Newcastle tucked the letter into his logbook and returned to the deck to find Sebastian waiting for him. Captain on Deck! the XO cried, but Newcastle waved it away. As you were, men. Continue preparations! Preparations are complete, Captain, and anchor's aweigh. All we need now is our course, Sir! LtCmdr Sebastian said with an uncharacteristic urgency. How well armed are we? Newcastle asked. Fully loaded with powder and shot, Captain! the gunnery chief called, for the cannons and small arms alike! Newcastle nodded grimly. We're going to need it, he said, When we're out of eyeline of the Shipyard, run up the false flag. The excited mutterings of the crew became cautious and uncertain. Sir? Sebastian prompted, uneasy whenever the Captain looked nervous. Set course for Taftan, best speed. Our unwelcome guest has decided to go treasure hunting, he said, but we're going to drag her down, first. The Domina has only a few hours on us, at best, so I want eyes forward at all times. Aye, Sir! A crewman snapped a salute, then started to scurry up the rope ladder to the crow's nest, spyglass tucked into his belt. Keep yourselves battle-ready, Newcastle warned, We may find trouble coming to meet us. Notify me immediately when Taftan is in sight, or if we catch a glimpse of the Domina. You have the deck, Jack, he directed, then returned to his cabin to change into a fresh uniform. He straightened out on his bunk, too tense to sleep, and stared upward at nothing. After some time, he sat up, surrendering to wakefulness, and pulled the note from his logbook again. The subtle scent of the perfumed paper wafted about him as he read the words again and again, almost savoring the sting he felt with each sentence, the way one does when worrying a split lip with the tip of the tongue. He focused on that pain, steeped himself in it to steel himself. This game of cat and mouse was going to come to its inevitable conclusion soon, and he knew he must ready himself.