Chapter 41: Pirate Captive

“My, what big luck. Miss world’s most wanted former godling and her only apostle. Two walking talking treasures.” Pirate captain Snaps chuckled at her own joke. “Well, not quite, but you caught the drift, I hope.”

Captain Snaps was a gorgeous tanned human with abyss-blue hair, golden eyes, and a red compass tattoo around her navel. Her top was a bikini-harness woven of black rope, and while a similar harness was visible under her pirate-flag half-skirt. A huge black tricone dangled on her head.

Her cabin was a vast throneroom of black wood, countless exotic trophies, and dangling ropes. While she lounged on a throne, I and Shadada wiggled on small stools beneath her.

Not that we had much room to squirm.

Layers of black rope criss-crossed across my fully stripped curves, digging deep into my flesh. The rope harness cinched my chest, squeezed my breasts, choked my neck, and gripped my pussy with multiple crotch-ropes (both between the lips and between thigh and mound. A knot pressed against my anus, spreading it slightly as restraints forced me to rest weight on it. My arms were fixed behind my back in an unyielding box-tie attached to my harness. Multiple ties snaked down my legs, binding them together at thighs, above the knees, below the knees, ankles, and toes for Shadada. Another taut rope attached my rope-collar to my knees to make sure I couldn’t stand up, just in case I somehow managed to struggle out of the ropes that tied my already bound ankles to the stool.

Behind my back, Shadada was similarly trussed up and panting through several ropes wedged deep between her lips.

I was wheezing through my own gag, desperately trying to catch my breath.

We’d fought them all the way through as they caught, bound, and imprisoned us. And then some more as they marched us through the titanic ship’s corridors. 

Thanks to that I was damp with sweat and seawater, suffering under the constant pressure of ropes digging everywhere (especially my crotch and mouth), and completely 100% out of strength. I had barely enough in me to lean my back against Shadada and whimper.

She leaned her back to mine, letting out a pathetic whine.

“Looks like that’s tight enough,” said our captor. 

“Pheaff…” I panted, trying to move my immobile legs to ease the tension on my pussy. “Nuhh ho highg…”

“Mehhwy…” moaned Shadada. “Pheeff…”

My begging stare only widened Captain Snaps’ grin. “Get comfy, girls. You’ll be sleeping, eating, shitting, and getting fucked in ropes for the month it takes us to reach the closest Underworld Market...”

Fucked. I let out a horny ‘ngggh’, trembling.

No matter how fucked we were, my horny ass slave-brain only got hotter and wetter. Behind me, Shadada meeped out her own sounds of arousal.

“...and putting you up for sale to the highest bidder.”

Mmmph. Gods. Just the thought of being sold again, for the final time, into permanent slavery… My head grew woozy.

“Mmmh, big luck for you girls too.” Captain Snaps leaned backwards, spreading her legs as she flipped her skirt up to slide dark fingers into her own rope-bound pussy. She started stroking, massaging the ropes against her clit. “You’ll have a good lil’ while to get comfy in your new slave life. Be good to my crew and I might even join you in a sesh or–”

A low boom reverberated through the ship.

Snaps frowned. She snapped her fingers and a tin-can phone attached to a rope dropped from the ceiling. “What in Kraken’s unlubed ass is going on over there you lazy faggots?”

“CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN! Demons are attacking us!”

“Demons?” Snaps’ frown deepened.

“Demons captain! Imps. So many imps the ropes are getting overwhelmed, bondaging them all. And succubi and more! Sky’s full of them.”

“Aaand?”

“Well…” the sailor on the other end hesitated. “Demons! Big scary demons!”

“Shut the fuck up crabwit moron,” shouted Snaps to the sailor. “Take out the sacred dildos and put on the chastity ropes. A tiny little pandemonium of demons won’t even scratch the Tied Titan.”

“But–”

“No buts! Deal with it, or spend the next season bound in the brig and without sex.”

“AYE AYE CAPTAIN!”

The ‘call’ ended. Snaps clicked her tongue, shaking her head. “Sometimes I wonder what’s the point. I could enjoy the fine life as a bondage mage without all the hassle. But…” 

Her gaze returned to us, flicking down to my tummy, where the rune of tracking was branded over my womb. “Hmm. S’pose we’ll make a detour through Perilmuda’s Rectangle to lose the scryers and trackers.”

Snaps flicked her fingers. Ropes flowed around her throne room. Tied Titan’s hull groaned. The ship tilted ever so slightly as it altered course.

“Now…” Snaps dragged her tongue across her lips, her golden eyes devouring us. “Captain is gonna have her lil’ fun.”

She removed her skirt entirely, spreading her tanned legs wide. Ropes slithered over her hips, winding to bind her hips and thighs in a harness to match ours. Snaps groaned, biting her lips as the ropes bit deeper into her smooth slit and formed a big knot against her rear entrance. 

Her rope top unraveled, too. It bound her body from neck to rump in a shibari to mirror ours. Some ropes snaked around down her left arm and wrestled it behind her back. Her right arm they bound up to the elbow, leaving enough wiggle-room to allow the pirate captain to continue touching herself.

“Ah~” Snaps’ eyes fluttered. Her breath grew shorter and hotter as ropes choked her neck and torso. “Lucky little slave bitches…”

When her fingers pressed against the rope over her clit, I jolted.

“Mmghp!” A sudden pressure increased against my poor rope-crushed clitty.

Behind me, Shadada moaned.

Snaps increased the pressure, sliding her fingers up and down the pussy rope, huffing as she stared at us.

The sensation of her strong gentle fingers transferred through the magic ropes. I felt them caress my sex. Pressure eased and intensified, rotating a languid cycle over my sensitive girly bits.

“Hnngf… Haanghf…” 

I forgot to breathe once and immediately struggled with light-headedness. My harness cinched my chest and squeezed my breasts with every breath. And the collar hugged me like a choking hand whenever I accidentally struggled too much.

My weight pressed the anal knot deeper, spreading my sphincter up–

It slipped inside.

I screamed out a moan, wide eyed.

Snaps had pressed the rope-knot up her own ass, while keeping her thumb on the slit-rope. She rotated the small ball of rope inside herself, thrusting her hips upwards to fuck herself on the ropes.

I whined out a cry of helpless pleasure, slumping against Shadada’s back.

My bondage wedged itself deeper into my hips with each of her thrusts. Each second felt like I was getting groped by horny and cruel claws of a huge beast, while simultaneously enduring the sensuous touch of truly expert fingers.

Trussed up as I was, all I could do was drool and suffer through it, sucking in air while enduring the forced rope fap.

Behind me, Shadada came violently, whimpering and moaning pathetic sounds into her gag. I caught a side-eyed glance of her – my hot muscular elf paladin, all tied up, flushed to the ears, helplessly aroused, and cumming her brains out.

I started cumming.

“Ngh… Ahh, close,” murmured Snaps. She controlled her ropes to tighten her collar.

My first orgasmic moan was cut off by the layers of rope around my neck choking me. While my lower body spasmed against the climax and bondage, I struggled against asphyxiation.

“Almost…” croaked Snaps.

All at once, all around me, the ropes dug deeper into a crushing tightness. I felt my limbs numb from the pressure and saw my soft body yield under the harsh bite of the black cables. My orgasm still ongoing, I tried kicking, struggling, and screaming, but managed only to wiggle my tail and wrists.

Blackness curled on the edges of my vision.

My body burned, nerves firing pure pleasure.

Did I cum again? 

Yep.

Snaps sure did too, and when she did the tension released.

We all gasped for air, shivering, melting against our ropes, basking in the sweet sweet bliss.

Air cooled, giving us goosebumps.

“CAPTAIN CAPTAIN! A bunch of mages appeared and summoned an ice storm!”

“Grrrr!” Snaps caught the can phone with her partially free hand, shouting into it, “Then get out the all-temp bodysuits, or do I need to come up there and rub your useless skulls together until they start a fire?!”

“But Captain, the suits are kinda lewd and the crew is already horny from fighting demons.”

“Then put on some vibes and get your skank asses off! Now get off the phone and stay off until something actually serious happens, or I’ll sell you to the next tribe we find as a breeding slave!”

“AYE AYE CAPTAIN!”

Snaps growled, releasing the phone. “Useless lesbian faggots the bunch of them… can’t find a single pirate with two braincells in all the ten seas these days…” her mutterings grew inaudible.

I had a chance to recover, and nudged Shadada. “Huu hokay?”

“Nngghh~ Mm-hm…” Her fingers found mine and we held hands, squeezing each others’ for courage and comfort, knowing full well we were about to endure much worse than this.

“Enjoyable, yes?” Snaps asked, her good mood returning as she laid her eyes on us. “I like to rub off a big release before ‘marination’. Makes it harder to cum from squirming.”

Her ropes moved again, and this time so did ours. She bound her arms fully behind her back and wrapped her legs into one helpless package. Now, with Snaps’ body completely trussed up like ours, ropes attached to us all from the ceiling. 

They wrapped my hair into a sloppy ponytail and pulled my hair. Another fixed to my collar, third to my chest, fourth to my hips, and fifth to my ankles. We were lifted from our chairs and hoisted off the floor.

My weight settled against the bondage, making an already tight tie feel all the tighter. Ropes folded my legs back and pulled my hair to force my back into an arch. My ponytail was fixed to my ankles, while my neck, chest, and hips (namely my crotch) bore my weight.

All three of us hung there, partially upright so we could see each other squirm.

“Mnnngh…” Snaps wiggled her slender body, struggling ineffectively against her own magic.

Her movements tugged on my ropes, digging them into all the good spots. 

“Get comfy girls, unless the world ends, we’re going to spend the whole day wiggling with each other.” Snaps opened her mouth wide and said ‘aaahng’ as the black ropes wound multiple loops through her mouth, giving her the same lewd wedge-gag that was forcing drool like a dumb slut.

And then we marinated.

Our bodies writhed slowly, able to do little more than wiggle and moan. Yet every motion was amplified by Snaps grinding against her bondage, trying desperately to rub herself off on her dripping wet crotch-ropes. 

For good long moments I hung from the ceiling, feasting my eyes on two fellow subs sharing my peril. I tried to chase a climax too, but for every restrained hip-thrust I managed, the orgasm took two running steps further away. All I did was arouse myself further. My bottom was smoldering, aching for the butt-knot to press deeper and penetrate me again.

The ship rocked violently and we swung with it.

My face smacked into Snaps’ boobs. Shadada’s knees struck her head.

“MMhhrp! Haunnhhh Ohw ohw ohw…” Snaps whined as we kept swinging.

“CAPTAIN CAPTAIN!”

“WHahh ihh ih!” Snaps screamed into the can phone through her gag, face red with frustration.

“Captain, it’s total chaos. Captain! There’s bounty hunters riding whales. United Merchant vessels. A dryad tribe shooting vines at Tied Titan. We’re losing, Captain. They’ve boarded and it’s not looking good. We could use a hand here.”

Screams and moans could be heard in the background of the ‘phonecall’.

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Snaps growled. Her gag slid off. “Phtyi… Haahhh… Fine. You useless maggots, I’ll handle this myself. But when I do, and when all is done, I’m donating your worthless ass into a canned tentacle factory.”

“AYE AYE CAPTAIN! PLEASE HURRY IT’S– AAAARRGGHH! Ngh! They’ve got me Captaaahgn~”

Sloppy sex noises replaced conversation.

Snaps muttered curses. She cast us a glare and revealed her ultimate magic.

Ropes began gathering to her from all around the throne chamber. They wound around her body, tightening and deepening an already punishing harness. Snaps grit teeth, suppressing a moan as her body was wrapped up, engulfed, and finally cocooned in rope. A curvy torso of a black rope-giant began to form around her body. Thick limbs of coiled muscle sprouted from the ropy goliath.

An erotic sliver of her body from pubic mound to now fully bound face remained visible in the torso, giving the impression of a helpless girl trapped within a mountain of rope. She probably wasn’t in full control of the Black Rope, because she tried to resist it from pressing a thick rope-knot gag into her mouth, and complained when it tightened. 

Whatever the case, Snaps piloted her rope-giant out and into the noisy corridors outside. She closed the door behind her.

What she didn’t seem to have realized was that the rope giant had stolen some of our ropes. 

We were on the floor now, kicking our legs furiously.

Ropes loosened around my ankles. I struggled them off, then began grinding my thighs to undo my loosened knee-bindings. Shadada flopped and rolled on the floor, managing to shed everything from her legs, except the uppermost thigh-ropes which were attached to her harness. 

She wormed over to help me do the same.

“Our chance!” I said (translated from gag-speech.)

She replied in similar moans and gagged groans, “Yep, better run before she comes back.”

We managed to get upright. Walking bound was tough at best of times, doubly difficult with how every motion seemed to tighten something elsewhere.

But, after a bit of moaning and huffing, we managed to walk to the door.

“It’s unlocked,” said Shadada (still translated from gag-speech).

“What’s the plan? Everyone’s gonna try capture us again.”

“She mentioned a storm. Maybe we can steal raft and crash into an island. Nobody’s gonna find us in Perilmuda’s Rectangle.”

“Gotcha.”

We were now sneaking through the wooden hallways, listening to the distant sounds of battle and sex. 

Shadada looked all focused and serious, making her trussed-up damsel look all the sexier.

I got really hot and bothered from following her rope-wrapped ass. Two of us were still weak-kneed from pleasure and so deliciously helpless. 

My pulse raced as we hid in tight crevices and closets, while waiting for people to run past us. The thought of being discovered and captured had my head spinning with a carnival of horny thoughts. And the same went for my paladin.

Shadada was flushed, her dark nipples erect, and her eyes rowed my bound curves. We almost ruined our chances when I started making out with her and teasing her with my tail, but my Shadada was strong and said we had to continue.

A couple corners and corridors later we ran into a gaggle of imps wrestling with full pirates in enchanted skinsuits. Both noticed us and started chasing.

A chill of arousal ran through my body.

“Run!”

I hurried after Shadada.

Lassoes and rope flew at us, but the two warring factions kept each other from catching us. We lost them for a second and Shadada hopped into a barrel. 

“Quickly, hide!”

I dove in, planting my face against her elfy bits and tucking my own thighs and tail in around her head. We squirmed a bit to hide better. 

Ropes rubbed against me. My body became aware of the tight confines of the barrel and the sweaty soft elf-curves squished against me.The scent of her dripping pussy had my head spin. I couldn’t help but grind a little against my crotch-ropes with her roped up pussy pressed against my face.

Steps of our pursuers surrounded the hallway around us.

Shouts and orders were barked a few feet above us.

If they so much as glanced our way they’d find us. They’d nail a lid on our barrel, seal us in, and haul us to be sold off as canned slaves.

Gosh, I was struggling to hold it in. I grit my teeth, biting down on sounds of pleasure, while grinding my groin on my paladin’s face.

Shadada suppressed a moan. She clenched her muscular thighs and abs in an attempt to masturbate a little, but my horned head restricted her movements too much. Poor elf was stuck having to watch me wiggle against her face!

“Unfair,” she gag-whispered.

I smirked. My girl hadn’t seen unfair yet.

Free of bondage, my smooth pointy ended tail slid around my thighs, through the tight ropework, and straight into my slit. I brought the show a little closer to her face as I began smugly tailfucking myself.

Her breath grew heavier as I shlicked away at myself. Her clenched muscles began trembling.

I was close.

Suddenly, a convulsion seized my lower body. An avalanche of pleasure ambushed me and tore a scream from my lips. Thinking fast, I buried my face into Shadada’s inner thigh, muffling my horny cries by smothering myself.

I felt a squirt of pleasure during the first waves of release.

“Who spat on me?” cried out some random extra in the background. “You fucker, don’t think I didn’t see it!”

“I didn’t do nutting!” said someone else.

Distantly, I was aware of the sound of a punch giving someone’s nose a new shape. 

My brain was focused on pleasure though. And a little mischief. 

I withdrew my pussy coated tail and slobbered it against Shdada’s helplessly blushing face. The elf’s breathing grew wilder. I could hear her tiny suppressed whimpers. My slimy appendage squirmed over her gagged face, burrowed a tip into her nostril, slid past her rope-gag to smear my taste on her tongue, and then wrapped tight around her neck, before finally reaching to fondle for her pointy ear.

Shadada’s toes began scratching the bottom of our barrel. Her body wiggled wildly against bondage, wood, and my own body. She bit hard on the gag and shoved her face into my cushy thighs to drown her screams.

I squished and fondled her sensitive pointy ear, my wet tail doing the work of a half-dozen tongues. Slowly, I inched the tip into her ear itself, beginning to rim it.

My elf exploded.

The musk of her orgasm filled my head. Her body threatened to crush me dead. Slimy girl juice spurted all over my face and her own bound thighs and abs. My face glued against them, sealing my airways. For a moment there, I accidentally squeezed her neck too hard while trying to squirm myself into a spot where I could breathe again.

The choking only got her off harder.

We struggled to stay alive for a few scarousing moments of mutual asphyxiation, though luckily it was resolved by just relaxing.

“Let none say that I, Ion, am not as benevolent as I am fuckable,” I said to Shadada once danger had passed.

“Nnngh, I’ll remember this.”

“You better! Anyhow, looks like they’re gone?”

We paused gag-speech for a bit to listen.

Sounds of conflict were distant again.

“Cool, let’s get out and get off this boat,” said Shadada.

So we spent the next fifteen-twenty minutes or so wriggling and moaning in the barrel, lamenting our idiot decision to squeeze two tightly tied girls into it. Eventually, we managed to topple it and escape.

We ran up, following the helpful ‘fire exit’ signs (gotta appreciate magic pirates for being safety conscious), snuck past some imps who were fucking pirates they’d captured, then past pirates who’d likewise captured some shortstack imps, then past pirates fucking just ‘cos, and then some imps and pirates and mages and totally random bounty-hunters engaging in what looked like a fun capture-bondage-orgy thingy. Seemed to be some hot sex magics involved there, but we didn’t linger.

Shadada and I burst onto the second deck a layer beneath the main one. This had outdoor access on the edges. 

Howling winds nipped my skin like an arctic beast, threatening to sweep us off our feet. Sideways hail and rain battered the ship’s hull. Waves taller than some mountains rose in the shape of curvaceous water elementals, who rocked the multitude of ships and magical vessels locked in a fierce naval disagreement. Flashes of magic and cannons turned the storm-shrouded world into a slide-show of epic battles and intense duels.

With so many factions vying to capture me, Tied Titan’s were clearly outmatched. It was only a matter of time until their vessel was overrun.

Shadada spotted one of the many life-boats hanging on the side and we dashed aboard.

“Hehehe, they’ve no idea we’re gone,” I grinned, using my tail to check the cabins.

The boat was packed with survival stuff!

“Jackpot! We’re set for a hot survival episode.”

Shadada was doing her best unmooring us with just her toes. “Any knives there? The ropes are kinda tough.”

A helpful knife cut the mooring rope before her.

“Thanks,” said Shadada.

“My, such polite captives,” said Captain Snaps.

I cursed.

Shadada cursed.

The captain had lost much of her rope golem suit. It revealed her head and torso now, though its limbs were still more than strong enough to take on two tied up girls.

“Bunch of shrimpbrained cowards,” Snaps muttered, undoing the ropes. “You two skanks better pray your butts are worth this trouble, ‘cos if I can’t retire on your bounty–”

Bonk.

Snaps received two cans of tomatoes to her head and fell.

The sucker had turned her back to us, but little did she know we were more than two helpless tied up girls. Between the two of us, we had more than enough bondage experience to throw improvised projectiles at unsuspecting victims.

The last of the mooring ropes snapped.

Snaps stumbled backwards into the cabin and we all lost our footing as the lifeboat crashed against the raging sea. 

Darkness and cold engulfed us, drowning out our screams. Everything rocked and shook. Furniture and supplies flew all over the place. Wood groaned. I caught a glimpse of the battle. All of a sudden, it had become a distant dot of light in the storm. 

Then we hit something and the boat broke.

Shadada, somehow free of her ropes, had enough wits about her to gather me and Snaps onto a big chunk of the wreckage. We held on for dear life, riding a rollercoaster of mountain-high waves, flying through the air, away from the battle, until one wave slammed us into a beach.

It wasn’t death-cold anymore, the storm had turned into a drizzle, and the sand was super soft. Also, after a day of excitement and orgasms, I was ready to tap out. I crawled a few feet forward, gathered some sand into a pillow, and took a tactical nap.

The following day me and Shadada (two world renowned subby sluts) got a bit stumped trying to figure out what to do with the sexy pirate captain we had captured.

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