A little of both

The Mistress didn't say anything at first. Still Liz felt her gloved hands rubbing something upon her sore aftside blush. Eventually, the woman explained "it won't take the pain away." She punctuated this by flicking Liz's defenceless left cheek, thusly causing a twinge of pain with the tenderized flesh. "But it will help get rid of the bruising. Not all of our guests appreciate the beauty of a rosey behind. And those that do will be able to get your ass their preferred shade of red easily."

Contrary to what was stated, the cool feel within the cream made it well soothing. The Mistress removed the leather strips binding Liz and ordered her to follow. Liz obeyed, grateful to be walking. With the relative freedom of only being bound by a straitjacket she was able to glace about. They seemed to be in the middle of an infinite fair ground, completely flat grasslands under a bizarrely uniform sky. All across the field were varying punishment devices: pillories, cages, a few Saint Andrew's crosses, a dunking stool, and even a jousting row with its own wooden horses possibly meant to be ridden but reminiscent of the construction variety. Other structures could only be guessed at by the pirate, one like a carousel, another was wheeled like a cart, all of comely carpentry yet with an atmosphere sinister enough. Liz suspected The Mistress would find reason to take her back here and show each device's devious potential. As some were already being expressed. Nearby a woman was naked and tied spread eagle upon a frame, much to the delight of a feather armed mob encroaching on her. Not much farther, another belle wore the tattered remains of a purple dress squatting while her hands and neck were locked in a steel fiddle.

One display had a herald actively calling attention to it. "Step right up, step right up," she sang out in a high, angelic voice. A woman of demure height and build she wore a delicate white dress that seemed to struggle to cover even her small body. Her arms had sleeves yet with no stitch connecting them to her minute dress. Behind her back two wings of white feathers splayed out static yet giving a definate angelic look. Moreover this woman's angelic beauty was not limited to her voice or wings, but present in her innocent face and flowing hair of a bright blonde nearly as white as her dress.

She was drawing attention to another woman, a darker blonde and of a much fiercer appearance. This woman, chained by her wrists to a wall behind her, had lean powerful muscles like knotted rope. Hip-boots of polished metal and knickers of the same appearance were her only garments. Her top was quite the less covered, with her firm dairy left to stand proud and alone save for a chain strung between her teats.

"All challengers welcome," continued the first woman. "See if you can hook a mini-horse on Rho's nipple chain. It'll only cost you some time."

Liz winced at the thought. The wooden horseshoes the angelic beauty was hawking looked light and harmless, but would tug painfully upon the udders if allowed to congregate about the chain. Sympathy grew within the oft-ruthless pirate as her own nipples still smarted from The Mistress's previous attention.

And on the subject of the sadistic woman leading Liz, she had taken notice of her ganderings. "Come, you may enjoy this," she stated and lead her by the ear to another bound woman. This damsel was suspended within complex rigging form a wooden frame. She wore what the reader would recognize as cowboy boots and hat both of which were perfect accessories for her nakedness. The squirming woman's blonde hair was of a brightness rivaled only by sunshine itself and her skin was similarly kissed. A tight gag from a hancerchef as red as her lips cleaved into her mouth. She hung from rope radiating out about her exposed body with many support strands tied around her knees, waist, shoulders and wrists. Said wrists were pulled high above her head. Decorative loops circled her breasts, neck and ankles. The ropes around her legs spread them wide and raised her knees high. As such, her quim was exposed save for the shortest of groomed, dark blonde pubic hair and framed by more hempen cords, cords that held her thighs open. The poor woman's cheeks were blazing with blush. She squirmed and looked away as The Mistress invited Liz to inspect.

The wild rover had dealt with similar beauties. The ones that always insist on hiding their charms under layers of clothes and turn into a beet the moment someone gives them a properly indecent once over. She had experience seducing them and knew the right words to say. "You are quite marvellous. Don't be ashamed to show your gifts."

"My, my, you hear that Cassie? I have myself a merciful pirate," snickered The Mistress, to her mortified demonstration. "You certainly don't disappoint rapscallion," she said to the other woman in her play. "But it gets better." Her hand easily pressed the pirates head closer to the bound woman's crotch. The Mistress ordered "taste her."

Liz could smell what the devilish woman was raving about before she touched the exposed slit with her tongue. The woman was wet and sweet smelling aromas drifted to Liz's noise. The pirates tongue still flicked out she wanted to taste the bound blonde's passion, fruity flavor, sweeter than any peach upon which the pirate had dined.

"She knows how much you love this," the cruel woman reminded her well-trussed victim, while plucking at Cassie's teat. "Lust and shame: the best of flavors." The blonde whimpered into her gag, but her moist womanhood twitched toward Liz. "You are allowed to keep one hand between those sexy legs if you want, to cover, masturbate, whatever." The farm girl writhed vehemently at the mention of such twidling. She doth protest excessively. "But if it makes you too easy to catch, I have to find another way to have fun." Her nail twirled around her pet's nub. "You hang out for a while." The Mistress was smiling like a like a hungry wolf. "I'm going to drop off this rapscallion but I'll be back"

Liz reluctantly tore her peepers from the rigged woman's squirming flesh. Across the green, there were less overtly sinister things visible as well: some booths of curtains, and a loose pile of boxes. The later, it seems The Mistress was leading her to.

The display of her victim and her previous cruelty had cowed Liz into temporary compliance, so on the formidable woman's orders, Liz sat her sore arse on the prickly grass. Her looming tormentor produced four leather straps that she used to tie Liz's calves to her thighs, in a position that reminded her of a crouching frog.

"She's ready for shipping" The Mistress informed someone the restrained pirate couldn't see.

There was an explosion of earth that made Liz exclaim "Blimey bugger!" From the fountain of dirt emerged a demonic hand and forearm. It was seven feet tall, with five disproportionately long fingers, a thumb, and a dirk of a claw protruding from the wrist.

With practised ease the hand scooped Liz up and placed her in an open wooden box. The massive hand disappeared from Liz's view and was replaced by The Mistress, who tied Liz's knees to the side of her crate thereby forcing her legs open. She then ordered Liz to "enjoy the trip" before placing the top on the box.

Alone in her wood cocoon, Liz appraised her situation; that being her knees were secured to her prison's walls her cunny was splayed to the near darkness. The day's goings ons had quite moistened that tender pink; Liz smelt wisps of her bitter dampness on the air. Remembering an odd nudging that she had felt intermittently down there with no doubt of its contribution to her arousal, the curious pirate gandered her exposed loins. The devilish leather was now twisted to the side, so she was able to see the glint of gold adorning her cunny. As the dim light offered no more details, Liz promised herself a thorough finger wiggle when she was free of these infernal restraints.

Liz had little time to make plans however because with nary a warning squeak, the box plummeted, leaving Liz's stomach in her wake. It stopped with an equally sudden and jarring jerk, then began moving steadily to Liz's right, carrying her to fates unknown.