Aurélie chains her short-term

Aurélie was taken aback by her new **** snappy remarks. There was no respect in her tone and words. She really played the rebellious **** to the end. The redhead would have to pull her out of character for a moment so that she could answer her questions.

The blog-journalist instinctively brought her hands to her chest when Rachel mentioned her rings and blushed when she alluded to her crotch tattoo. It was a good thing she had not seen it. Only the Doctor knew what was written there, and herself, and Aurélie was decided not to let anybody else know it.

"We are quite mouthy, I see. What the Doctor wrote down there is none of your business but I can assure there is nothing degrading in it. I'm not a ****, I'm a Pirate Queen, in case you have not remarked. So you'd better be more polite when you talk to me. For now, I'll make sure you don't run away…"

There were a lot of restraints available to her and she decided to take the sturdiest. She would free Rachel later, once they had built some trust and understanding. Thus she locked a pair of heavy leg irons around the ****'s ankles. Each one was almost one kilogram and by themselves they would prevent Rachel from kicking or running, lest swimming. After connecting them with a thick, 50-cm-long chain, her legs were made even more helpless.

Then she locked a tall iron collar whose shape more or less espoused the shape of the ****'s shoulders and lower jaw. It was quite heavy as well and would prevent any movement of her head. Aurélie had to open the pillory to place it but was glad to see Rachel did not attempt to resist, her eyes remaining fixed on the smirking Doctor. Once it was locked in place, she realised that Rachel could only open her mouth about halfway.

Then, she locked sturdy shackles to her wrists and connected to the collar by a two chains that were about 15-cm long. She could move her arms a bit, could feed herself but not reach too much else. She finally hooked a leather leash that had a two-pronged end to her heavy-duty nipple rings. She hoped that would **** the black-haired girl to follow her wherever she led her.

Once done, she took a couple of pictures from different angles. Satisfied, she thanked the Doctor one last time and led her trophy out. She immediately led her to the Captain's cabin. She needed some privacy with Rachel to interview her. She felt that the willing **** was not entirely sincere when the Doctor was present. She hoped she could post the first entry about owning a **** in her blog before the night.