The cabin

Your hands are bound tightly behind your back. You look up at him, your eyes pleading. He smiles. "Good girl" , he says. He reaches out to touch you. His fingers trace the outline of your breasts. You shiver, you could not push his hands away. Even if you wanted to… he grips your collar and pulls from the small cage you to your feet. Standing you realised how small you are now. He must be a foot or more taller than you. That would make you less than five foot tall. But with your exaggerated curves and large breasts you don’t feel petite. Standing everything feels different. You sway like a newborn colt and he steadies you easily. Since you had been rukes you had been caged.

The ambassador takes you to his cabin. It is a small room, cramped, but clean. There is a bed, a table and chair, a washbasin and toilet. He closes the door behind you, locking it. Then he places a blindfold over your eyes. He tells you to kneel as you hear a rattle of chains, hitching your leash to the bedpost. You kneel on the timber floor of his cabin and he pushes you face down onto the small bed. Your breasts are thrust forward and sandwiched on the sheets and your sex exposed, your ass pointed high. For a moment you can feel the cool air on your nethers and thighs, then his fingers playing with you. His fingers are gentle but firm. You squirm with ill concealed pleasure at his touch.

He leans close to whispers hotly in your ear. "I am going to fuck you now, you little whore. And when I am done, I am going to fuck you again. And again. "