Hardly better conditions

The bastard had decided she didnt look **** enough, and had walked away as she struggled in rage and indignation. When he returned a while later she was shivering in her bonds and after her face had all but lit up in relief upon seeing him, he decided she could come down.

That process had been mortifing itself, as he fetched two crewmen from below to untie her from the rigging. Only to retie her binds tighter and more elaborately once she was down. That had included divesting her of what little remained of her clothes, leaving her nude aside from a newly tied rope harness including a wicked rope that passed between her legs. More rope bound her long, muscular legs together and **** her to hobble after the man with tiny steps, which shifted the crotch rope maddeningly between her legs.

He tugged her along on a leash in a lewd parade through the ships decks, past men who whistled and cat called her mercilessly. At last he stopped before an iron door, deep in the bowels of the ship, he pulled a key from his sleeve and unlocked the door.

"Welcome to your room for the rest of the trip, your fellow inmate will be joining you eventually, as soon as his grace has had enough of her." He pulled her through the now open door, and her eyes widened in horror at the sight inside.

Several pillories stood in the centre of the cramped room, made from a polished silver metal with magical script surrounding the locks and the holes where her neck and hands would be. One whole wall consisted of two large wardrobes, the opposite mounted many shelves and racks covered in some of the most ominous looking tools she had ever seen. She decided she was far too innocent to understand their uses, but feared she would find out in the end.

The far wall was covered in chains and shackles in a dizzying complexity. She struggled for a moment and tried to shout through the gag, and pulled back on the taut leash. Her sudden resistance caught the man by surprise and he stumbled back before finding his footing again and yanking the rope back his way. This pulled her completely off her feet, and she crashed to the floor narrowly avoiding cracking her nose as she kept her head back. Her breasts scraped painfully along the wooden floor.

"See, you should have just accepted your rescue from the deck. I would have been happy just securing you here to warm up. Now ill have to help you get warm."