Sold to pirates

You are exhausted and you pass out quickly, leaving yourself helpless and open to whatever Victor has in mind for you. Victor doesn't like whores in his tavern, but he also didn't intervene to help you. He is concerned with his reputation and his money, not with you.

Many hours later...

A rough slap wakes you from your sleep. You scream into a gag, and try to get up, but you are bound helplessly. You are sitting on a wooden floor, in the brig of a boat, already miles away from the coast. Your situation is explained to you. You were sold, by Victor, for a sizeable sum. One of the people who fucked you last night was a pirate, who saw how valuable you are as a fucktoy and a healer.

Your gag is removed only to be replaced with a cock, thrust into your face and ploughing into you until it sprays its seed into your throat. They use you roughly with no regard for your feelings and without the drink from last night. You are slapped again and ordered to clean the cock before the gag is placed back in your mouth.

The pirate leaves you alone in your cell, and you are not disturbed for many hours. You test your bonds, but you cannot get out. You only succeed in making your limbs more sore.

The second pirate to visit you takes their time with your body, playing with your breasts, teasing you, and fucking your cunt leisurely. They make sure that you cum, though you regret it, and desperately want to escape.

The pirates give you no chance and no room to express your needs. You are fucked six or seven times each day, fed once each day, and kept bound as much as possible.

Many days pass. You lose track of time. Your mind is cracking, from exhaustion, sex and degradation.

Eventually something changes...