The choice is clear: put on the chains

"I..." Your mind is reeling from everything happening. The one thing you're sure of it is that you do, in fact, want what she's offering. You just never imagined it would be like this. You should fight her, should try to report this betrayal to... someone. Anyone. There are channels for this sort of thing. She can't be in league with everyone.

She has your sword, and a small belt knife. But you're sure you could easily handle her in the cramped carriage. And the two armed guards right outside the carriage would be easy enough to escape. But you're not tense like you should be before a fight. You already know you won't. The excitement in your chest has nothing to do with wanting to get away. You're actually giddy about this turn of events.... and so very aroused. You're probably not thinking clearly.

With shaking hands, you unbutton your dress and slip it off, followed by your shift and shoes until you are naked. The air feels pleasantly cool on your hot skin.

Lady Dun nods approvingly and reaches for your clothing, stuffing them into a ball in the corner. "Go on then, ****. Show me what you are."

Fuck, you're so horny.

You lift the collar from the box and realize that it's permanently fused with the chain. A series of magical runes decorate the inside of the heavy metal collar, but you have no way to tell what sort of magic they represent. But they're oriented inwards. You know as soon as the metal closes around your neck, you will be fully subject to their power.

Heart pounding, you raise the band to your throat and close the ends with a click and a brief flash of magical heat as the seam and hinge both vanish and the collar becomes a single unbroken band of steel.

There's no going back now. Also attached to the main chain are two cuffs for your wrists and another pair for your ankles. You begin with your feet, clicking the similarly enchanted bands around your ankles before closing the matching pair around your wrists.

Each shackle closes with the same magical seal, leaving you without any way to remove them even if you wanted to.

You look to Lady Dun, who is dressed in a gorgeously expensive gown of silk and decorated with tiny strands of gemstones. Naked and chained as you are, the imbalance between you is clear.

You sink to your knees on the floor of the carriage before her, lowering your head in defeat. You didn't even fight back, never even tried to prevent this. It wasn't defeat; it was a simple and total surrender.

"Good girl." She purrs. "I knew you were just a **** little **** trapped in a warrior's life. From the first time I saw that look in your eyes. Frankly it's amazing no one has snatched you up already." She leans forward and touches a finger to the front of your collar. Your chains grow warm for a moment and then they come to life as all lengths of chain grow shorter somehow, snapping your wrists together and forcing you to bend low over your knees to stare at the floor.

After a moment's rustling, Lady Dun presses the forgotten gag to your lips. You open your mouth obediently, seeing no reason to start resisting now. The gag is shoved behind your teeth, filling your mouth more than you expected, and then it is buckled tight behind your head.

"Sit tight, kitten. It'll be a couple hours before we arrive at the slavers' camp, where you will be sold. And don't worry, when I report your disappearance to your superiors in a few days, I'll leave out the part where you gave yourself to me like a pathetic whore."

You pull gently against your chains, agonizingly horny. But it's futile. You cannot reach your own burning pussy no matter how you struggle. You're a helpless prisoner as the carriage rolls along towards your inescapable fate as a ****. You'll probably never be free of your chains again, but somehow that feels almost comforting. Unable to move, you can do nothing but drip juices and drool all over the floor as you wait and ponder just what is wrong with you that you wanted this to happen. Made it happen.