Tiffany wakes up

When Tiffany woke up, she was scared. The pirates locked her in a cage naked, her sensitive parts on display for everyone to see. She had a hood on her head that blocked her eyesight. Her arms were locked behind her by something made of metal (perhaps a yoke?), with both of her hands locked into mittens that made them impossible to use.

There was no way for her to get out. That much she knew. She also wondered if she was injected with the **** serum. She was aroused, that's for sure. But she wasn't a mindless toy like so many of the slaves she heard of. But perhaps they weren't as mindless either.

At a sudden a door opened somewhere, and she could hear footsteps.

"If you wonder you were already injected. The nanites will take the pain away from the bondage, and make sex more pleasurable," she heard a man's voice as the footsteps stopped. "Aside from that I can't promise you much. Me and my men won't have a lot of empathy for you. That's for sure. If you were born a man you would have been shot anyways. But if you cooperate we won't make things worse than it has to."

"Mhmm!" Tiffany shuddered as a pair of fingers gripped one of her nipples.

The fingers pressed hard. Then they left. Then they returned only to be accompanied by a pair that happened to find her labia lips. She was aroused even before. But now she felt herself close. Then suddenly the fingers left, and she was left panting in her bound form.

"I will be back for you in a sec," the man said in a cheerful tone. "Don't you worry little slut!"