Some well-deserved gloating

Back at Elara’s home, the two victors shared a celebratory meal and drink. Johanna shed her clothes once more, beginning to buy into Elara’s nudist policy, and the two women congratulated themselves on a job well done and a problem solved.

“Still,” Johanna said, finishing off her ale, “I would feel a bit more secure if I actually saw where you were keeping the prisoner.”

“Certainly,” Elara said, strolling to the door, “He’s just downstairs. I’ll get a ladder installed tomorrow, perhaps. For now, though…” Elara held out her hand expectantly, and Johanna took it. Elara pulled her naked friend close, and dropped down to the forest floor below.

It was the first time Johanna had a proper look at the base of the tree Elara lived on. The trunk was thick, and here at the ground level, a number of symbols and runes were carved into the bark. Keeping Johanna close, Elara stepped towards the tree and grasped one of these symbols, pulling it forward and revealing a hidden door.

Within the tree was yet another drop, this one dark and deep. Still, safely within Elara’s arms, Johanna had nothing to fear as her friend stepped forward and fell into the darkness. They landed this time in a stony cavern, lit dimly by a few torches around the wall, and furnished primarily with hanging chains and ropes. The chains were far from decorative, though, for in the center of the room they were attached to a kneeling Bone.

The pirate responded to the sound of their entrance by raising his head, blinking wearily at his visitors. “Hmmm,” He mumbled, “Didn’t order any sluts.”

Releasing Johanna, Elara strutted over to the kneeling pirate and slapped him across the face, hard. “The only slut here is you,” She said, her voice echoing powerfully within the small chamber, “A role you’ll soon learn to embrace.”

Johanna approached the pair, getting a better look at the captive pirate. A pair of chains around his upper arms kept him from being able to sit or lay down, while shackles around his legs kept him from rising up. Unless Elara saw fit to change his bindings, he would kneel forever. Still, he was a large man, and even on his knees, he was a powerful presence.

It was nice to see him brought low.

Joining Elara, Johanna wrapped an affectionate arm around the taller woman and looked down at their prisoner. The sight of her old foe, defeated and bound, stirred many emotions within the captain. Pride. Relief. Vindication. Arousal. For all his faults, Bone was still an attractive trophy, after all.

“As you can see, Johanna, he’s perfectly harmless,” Elara explained, “Between the iron, the runes, and the solitude, there’s no chance of escape.”

“Seeing him like this certainly sets my mind at ease,” Johanna said, turning and pressing a kiss against Elara’s shoulder, “Thank you.”

Bone mumbled something under his breath, earning him a swift kick in the ribs. “Maybe save your thanks until he’s properly trained,” Elara said, “In fact, he’s probably due for his first lesson, wouldn’t you say?”

Looking down at the defeated pirate, Johanna couldn’t help but agree...