[Pixiv](https://www.pixiv.net/artworks/120845318) for high res images “Well then, you were a hassle to set up. I’d much appreciate it if you would cooperate next time. That’s if you’re not sold off by then. Ha ha!” “..mmgph..!” “Yes, I know you’re quite a beautiful sight. Here’s what’s gonna happen to you: Tomorrow, you’ll be put up for display at the auction with the other lovely ladies, and if you still have the energy to protest by then, well I’ll have to double the rope and the gag. Sounds like a fun time, doesn’t it?” “....gmmf..mmmbbh..” Her efforts to rescue the prisoners bound to the slave market went sideways, as she ended up receiving the same fate as them. Alexia Krave was an ex-pirate raiding underground crime organizations after they had destroyed her previous guild. Her motives may have been personal, or for a moral cause, but it wouldn’t matter now with her new role as a slave. Captured through an amateurish mistake while raiding the slave trade at the harbor, she was now just another piece of merchandise in their collection. And a deluxe one at that. She used to hide away most of her feminine features to keep a fierce tone towards her enemies (partly why she also kept her hair short), but now that all her womanly parts were revealed for everyone to enjoy, her curvy hips, thick thighs, and soft breasts (all kept in excellent condition from all her training and exercises) were A-grade play-things for men and women alike. The routine that followed her capture was purposefully as humiliating as possible. To punish her for sabotaging their operations for so long, she was stripped naked and tied up in various degrading positions, to serve the thirsty men and women aboard the ship for multiple days. She had always put up a fight, always trying to resist the crew’s attempts to ravish her, to stay true to her strong reputation. But there was a high demand for tough girls. Their desperate, futile attempts to maintain their poise and grace were always a treat to watch as they were being utterly humiliated and defiled. Now, Alexia was left under the ship deck with the back of her hair tied to her toes in a painful and thorough hogtie, another branch connecting her head to her belly taking a too-tight shortcut through her crotch. Her mouth was crammed beyond her cheeks’ capacity with the sponges used to clean the deck. The tape wrapped around her head sufficed to keep the dirty stuffing in her mouth from bursting out and had enough of a gap to have her drool all over the floor. With her wrists anchored to her neck in a painful reverse-prayer, and her legs firmly folded and joined to a single limb, the only degree of freedom she had was to blink her eyes. The last bit of dignity left in her was drooling out of her stuffed mouth. The feeling of her soft pubic hair brushing against the tight crotch rope, and the two wooden dildos firmly inserted into her most private parts were slowly but surely turning her on, as much as she hated to admit it. Complaints of anger, frustration, and embarrassing pleasure were reduced to barely audible, pathetic moans past her overly gagged mouth. While it was still possible for her to breathe, the stuffing made it a much more difficult task than it used to be, coupled with the rope wrapped around her neck from the reverse prayer constantly choking her. The hot and humid air didn’t help her dire situation. So there she was, once an infamous pirate and fighter, now reduced to a sex doll: hogtied, naked on the floor under the ship deck, drooling like a dog with two dildos raping her. She cried for help, as loud as she could with her best effort. Maybe some passerby in the harbor could hear her desperate yelps calling for rescue over the crudely stuffed sponges in her mouth. To give her lungs credit, some of her muffled cries did manage to go through all those obstacles, but the sound of the crashing waves and the seagulls covered them up entirely. Tough luck. Hours of exhausting struggles have passed. Finally, she heard the creak of a door, then the footsteps of a man entering her cell under the deck. She could barely discern the identity of the man from the silhouette. Maybe a potential rescuer? She tried to grab his attention through her stuffed mouth, but to her despair, it was the familiar face of her captor. “I heard you outside. Some great lung capacity you got there! How are you holding up?” “...” She refused to answer, instead giving him a murderous glare. “You’re cute when you give me that look, you know that? Acting so defiantly, while being so helpless. Like you can hide away your soaked pussy. Please keep that up for me, will you? That being said, you’re being a bit too loud. We can’t have anyone snooping around while the guards aren’t looking, so I’ll have to make you shut up for once.” He pulled out her underwear and socks stashed from the day of her captivity. Unwashed, of course. Her eyes widened as she instantly knew what awaited her. “MMGGH!.. MMMPH..!!” “Oh, relax! I’m sure you’re gonna enjoy this.” Rolls of tape were added to the additional stuffings on her already occupied mouth. She tried to shake her head in a desperate attempt at resistance, but it didn’t even budge with the rope pulling back her hair. “MMPPH!!!” “..bhf..ffoommh..!” “..mm-..!..!!” Once he was finished with her merciless gag, half of her face was covered in a bulging, tight wrap of tape that went around her head in a brutal yet meticulous way. She struggled to open her eyes due to the pressure applied to her face, as the tape wrap and the absurd amount of stuffing (upgraded with her very own laundry) were ready to suffocate their poor victim. No sound was coming out of this gag. No matter how hard she cried, not a moan nor a faint hiccup was able to escape her mouth. The captor removed the tape around her chest, then attached two shiny metal clamps on each of her nipples. The sudden pain made her panic, then that panic turned into rage, then euphoria, then a mixed clusterfuck of emotions she had never felt before. The combination of pleasure and pain from the dildos and the clamps was breaking her. Tears dripped down her cheeks as she reflected on the helplessness of her situation. She was pleading at this point, letting go of all her pride and dignity. “Not gonna lie, I love it when tough girls like you finally break. This kinda process is usually reserved for VIPs’ entertainment, though. I didn’t expect you to stop fighting so quickly.” “..!!..!..” With that, the captor left her to struggle on her own, giving her an opportunity to look back and wonder how the hell she ended up in this situation. Her bright past was long gone. Now, she had to welcome her official rock bottom. It was the next day, perhaps. She had lost a sense of time long ago, tears already dried out. Then, she was suddenly awakened to her senses by the noises coming from above. The thuds of people dropping to the floor, blades clashing, and the crew fleeing from something, or someone. Then silence. The door opened: it was her partner. Partner? Coworker? ..Friend? She didn’t know what to call him, but they started working together about a year ago. He was an assassin. She didn’t really like him, always so secretive and taking everything so seriously, but now that he was here to save her, it was so relieving to see him. A friendly face sent her an unbelievable sense of safety and reassurance. She finally let her guard down after so long in captivity. And did he always look that hot? He noticed her on the floor and was visibly stunned to see the state she was in. Indeed, she was also indescribably embarrassed to have him see her, tied up naked in such a perverted bondage. Their eyes locked, and the stalemate of awkward silence went on for quite a while. She never considered herself a masochist, but maybe something changed in her. Or hell, maybe she was like this all along. Whatever. She wanted him. “...” ‘I hope he plays with me before untying me..’