Mind-breaking [Bad End]

The pirates barely speak to you unless it's to dirty talk, meant to **** you and get themselves off. But you notice a change in the taste of the water they provide you each day. It is thicker and smells of some herbs you don't recognise.

Over the following days you become hornier - much hornier - and more sensitive. The pirates continue roughly using your body, and you start to enjoy it. You cum a lot more. You start to moan, whimper, and beg for more.

By the time they let you out of your cell you have forgotten your dreams of adventure. Your only thought is of when you will next get to cum. You accept anything degrading the pirates say about you. You are a fuck toy, a pet, a whore, a cum-rag. A piece of flesh to be used and abused, until you cum in a cry of joy.

The pirates still train you roughly, using pain and orgasm denial to make sure you understand your place. You are constantly horny, but you learn not to touch yourself without permission. You exist for the pirates pleasure, and you have to earn your orgasms.

After many weeks, the pirates eventually return to a port. You do not think of escape. Instead you spend your time in port trying to seduce the quartermaster into fucking you over and over. This is your life now. And you love it.