Warm her up

The man dragged her back to her feet using the rope harness, one hand grabbing a bunch of rope behind her back, the crotch rope dug into her nethers and she yelped and scrabbled to her feet.

He shoved her over to one of the pillories and pushed on her back until she bent over and lowered her head into the open space. She tried to push back against his hand, until he delivered a harsh slap to her ass and the shock gave him a second to shut the top half over her neck. The metal collar around her neck hummed and connected with the pillory, then froze in place like it was part of the metal around it. Haimet's neck became immobilised inside the restraint and once the man let go of the harness she desperately tried to pull against it. Her boots found purchase on the floor but no amount of straining did anything but hurt her back. She was trapped again.

"You are a credit to your kind girl, you dont give up do you?" Her captor strode around the pillory and stood before her, she struggled to look up far enough to see his face. He knelt and roughly grasped her chin, staring straight into her eyes. "The time for struggling has passed now. There are two routes from here. Either start to behave, and my intention is to give you as a present to a kind and loving mistress who can train you properly. Or keep it up, and i will ruin you before selling you off to the highest bidder, who will undoubtably enjoy you immensely before disposing of you."

The man's cold eyes sent a chill straight to her gut, she didnt quite understand what training she could be recieving as she was already a skilled spearsister, but his tone told her all she needed to know about the second option. She carefully nodded in his grip and straightened her legs.

"Good, now how about we clean you up a little before i get you ready to rest." He smiled and reached behind her head, undoing the knot keeping her gag in place. Then he pulled the cloth from her mouth and she tried to spit the taste of it out of her mouth. He stood and moved towards the wall with the dressers.

"Who are you men?! Where is my sister! Why are you doing this to me?" Her first words to the man tumbled from her mouth before her brain could stop her. She couldnt turn her head far enough to follow him, but she could hear him rooting through the dresser.

"We are from the last great city of Eulmore, your fellow viis is currently in my patron's company, and because Eulmore is a city that is always in need of new joys and distractions. And my dear your lovely body is a terribly good distraction." He finished at the dresser, and returned to Haimet's side. "By the way, now that i have seen fit to give you your voice back for now, you will address me and my patron and Master, and any other men on this ship as Sir."

Haimet was about to respond but gasped sharply instead when a trickle of cool liquid landed on her lower back, followed closely by the man's hands. She guessed that it was some kind of oil and he began spreading it over her back and sides in long wide strokes. She shivered as he continued to rub the oil into her skin, adding more over her upper back, then rubbing it into her shoulders and upper arms. Then he moved back down her body and poured some into his hands and started work on her left leg. He started at her ankle and spread the oil up and up, then rubbed it into her calves, then her thighs. Her breath hitched in her throat at the massage and she unconciously spread her legs, giving the man more room to rub into her thighs. He finished on her left leg, and moved to her right. He completed the same movements. By the time he finished with her right leg her eyes had fluttered shut and she panted lightly.

"I'm going to free your arms now, when i do, i want you to keep them behind your back, and touch your wrists together. Fail to do so and this stops and ill have to punish you. Say 'Yes master' if you understand." He said. She decided to play along, the massage had been wonderful so far.

She wiggled her hips and replied. "Yes master, i understand." He began to unbind her arms, and as soon as her arms were free she crossed her wrists over her butt. He poured some oil onto her arms and rubbed it in. Once he finished he stepped back again.

"Now dont forget, keep your arms there, you'll get a reward if you do, and punishment if not." As he spoke he stepped behind her. Haimet heard the clink of the oil container as he put it down, then he stepped forward and she gasped sharply. He had stepped right up to her behind, his clothed hips against hers. She could feel a bulge pressed against her ass and she clenched her fists. He leant over her back, pushing his crotch into her butt, and reached under her chest. Both his hands enveloped her hanging breasts, palms over her nipples and fingers wide. He gently squeezed and rolled her full tits, working the oil into every inch of their soft flesh.

Haimet let out a loud moan and grit her teeth as he adjusted to roll her stiff nipples between finger and thumb. He pinched them lightly before tugging down, pulling the mounds taut, before the oiled teats slipped from his fingers, leaving her breasts bouncing beneath her. She whined as he gave them one last squeeze and stood straight.

"Well done my dear, just one place left to attend to."