The pirates need a new plaything

You wake up feeling a large, circular object in your mouth. You recognize it as a gag. You open your eyes, and you see yourself lying on a gray mattress, with a long line of rubber dangling from your neck, attached to an O-ring before you. You recognize it as a leash. You become aware of the thick collar around your neck. You try to reach it with your hands, but there are cuffs on your wrists and ankles, keeping them together in the shape of an X behind you. You also realize you are naked.

“Well, well, well, look who just woke up,” you shudder to hear a man’s voice.

You look up, and you see a tall, well-built man standing next to you. Long barreled gun in holster, casual jeans and jacket, a trimmed beard and a wide smile on his face. It is a holo-pad you notice next. By the small scratches on the side you recognize it is yours.

“MMMMMM!!!” you bite down on your gag, and try to get your wrists out of the cuffs. But you are not able to. You also realize he’s probably seen everything already. Yes, you are a kinkster. You never had any childhood trauma, except for your shitty parents, but that could hardly explain all the wicked things going around in your head. It is simply the way you are. And yes, with your erect nipples plain in sight, and your body ready to be used and violated, you realize there is zero point in further hiding this secret.

“Yepp, female smugglers are always kinky as fuck. Knew it on the first day when I got my bird. Never was I disappointed,” the man says.

“MMMMMMMMM!!!” you protest. You pull on the leash with your neck, trying to get it loose from the O-ring. Simultaneously, you start to jerk your wrists and ankles in every feasible direction, hoping you could get them out of the cuffs. But you are not able to.

The captain puts down the holo-pad, and slaps you in the face.

You stop motionless, only in the back of your mind acknowledging what happened. He is a fucking slaver alright. And he took you as prisoner. However manner you would try to get out of this mess, you will have to take your shots carefully and to a lot greater effect.

“Rule number one: slaves don’t talk. Rule number two: slaves don’t try to damage their bindings. Those things cost money,” he says. He grabs your chin and makes you look in his eyes as you kneel on the mattress. “Do we have an understanding?”

You nod.

“You keep following these rules. You do everything you are told. And we will have zero trouble. Understand it? Zero trouble,” he says.

You nod.

“Good.” He pats your head like a dog’s, then he unlocks your ballgag with well-practiced moves. You already know where this is going, so you have zero surprise as he pulls down his zipper and whips his erect cock in front of you. You have to admit however: that thing is enormous.

“Now you give me a nice blowjob, and I will be ready to forget this initial resistance of yours.”