Captain Carly awoke to sunlight streaming through the window. Blinking she rolled and stretched as she came to.
The tug of the chains at her wrists and the bar holding her ankles apart suddenly brought the events of the day before back to her and her eyes snapped open.
With the sun now up Captain Carly was able to see properly where she was. Looking through the bars of her cage she looked at walls hung with different implements and devices, there were whips, paddles, the wooden ruler and leather strap from yesterday.
She also saw canes and other types of leather strap hanging there, as well as a riding crop. To the left of these were several things she could only assume were gags, different types of restraints, with a gap where presumably her leg restraints should be, and near the bottom of their wall a selection of different mechanical devices whose purpose she really didn't want to imagine.
Looking at the things in the room Captain Carly realised she had clearly fallen into the hands of a deviant and shivered slightly before she remembered that however deviant the Admiral was, her body had been treacherously amenable to what had happened.
She moved her eyes back inside the cage to escape seeing the things around her and saw herself as she lay on the floor.
Her breasts were still out of the basque while her ruined panties were hanging round her ankle but what caught her eye most was the shiny wax spattered across her. She started to pull it off and the tender flesh underneath immediately protested.
Captain Carly hissed and stopped, she lay for a moment then resumed her task, determined to restore some semblance of her dignity.
Now cleaned of the wax Captain Carly carefully started to put herself back into her basque. Having to try and stuff them in from the top was never ideal and as she lifted the first one pain swelled inside it.
Proud as she was of her breasts, Captain Carly couldn't help thinking that if they were smaller her task would be much easier, especially as she would swear they were swollen from the previous day's abuse.
Captain Carly clenched her teeth and managed to get it away although it throbbed inside the restraints of her underwear. The second one followed until at least her top half was clothed but she was left with a constant reminder of the abuse they had received the day before.
She was appalled to find that in addition to having painful breasts, wakening that pain had also left her wet. To try and hide this even from herself she reached down for her panties, her hand brushing against her thighs.
The reddend flesh stung and her traitorous body responded by stiffening her nipples, pushing them firmly against the cups of her basque and eliciting another gasp. Captain Carly resolutely reached down and grabbed her knickers, drawing them back up.
As her hands came back up her legs she paused for a moment, then cautiously ran one set of fingernails over her thigh.
Five trails of pain sprouted but she was amazed to find a thrill of pleasure accompanying them. Pressing harder she brought her fingers back down and felt the pain and pleasure both increase. She dragged her nails back up again and let her other hand drift into the blond hair between her legs.
Captain Carly couldn't believe the way her body was responding. She looked at the shiny patches where the wax had landed and thought of how the burning had felt as she came. The hand between her legs started to run down into her wetness when she heard the door handle behind her head.
Quickly grabbing her knickers, Captain Carly pulled them up to where they should have sat and held the torn edges together as the door opened. Looking back and up, and feeling her sore bottom as it pressed into the hard, wooden deck, she saw the Admiral come through the doorway.
"You're awake," he smiled, "that's good. Now let's get you out of there and we can see what we're going to do today."
Walking to the door of the cage, the Admiral crouched and unlocked it. He swung it back and stepped away, starting to walk back into his cabin.
"Come on then."
Glowering, Captain Carly crawled out from the cage and stood, making sure to keep hold of the slit panties so they stayed in place as she rose. She walked through to the cabin after the Admiral and saw him sitting down behind his desk. Fixing a determined look on her face she walked as firmly she could in front of his desk and turned to look at him, mustering as much composure as she could while standing in her ruined underwear, covered in the marks of yesterday.
"I hope you slept well my little Carly, I want you all refreshed for our fun." The admiral spoke with a smile and leant back into his chair as he did so. "There's water there if you'd like some?"
He pointed to a tankard sitting on his desk and Captain Carly stepped forward, closed her legs as tightly as she could and picked up the tankard. She felt the cut ends fall away from her thigh as she drank deeply then returned the tankard to the desk but fortunately the majority of them stayed in place as she stepped back and grabbed the ends together again.
"The other Captains will come for me you know. You may have managed to beat us one on one but you're alone and the others will bring a pirate fleet to free me! Your days are numbered Admiral, and I look forward to seeing you in chains."
"Oh," he said, "Captain Carly". His face darkened and he almost spat the title before her name. "I had hoped that after yesterday you understood your situation and our relationship. Apparently I was too soft in giving you what you wanted at the end."
Captain Carly felt herself colouring as he spoke about her orgasm but she forced herself to hold his gaze and keep her face stern.
"Very well Captain, why don't we go and discuss your thoughts further." He stood from behind his desk and rapidly walked into the room Captain Carly had been kept in. She watched him go and saw him bend to open a chest under the window that she hadn't noticed.
While his back was turned she looked around for any kind of weapon but the best she could see was the tankard on the desk and she wasn't sure that would be much use, especially in her current state of restraint. As he turned back and came towards her she glanced out of the huge windows behind her desk in the vain hope that they might be down low enough that she could try jumping. The land went by far below.
The admiral came back into the cabin holding a length of chain, the steel links looking sturdy although not particularly large; it was almost delicate she thought. He was threading one end through a loop at the other and stopped just out of arms reach.
"Put this round your neck." He instructed as he held out the loop of chain to her.
She looked at it and then back up at him. She wondered if in taking the chain she could perhaps pull him off balance but she saw him standing with his legs slightly braced and realised it wasn't happening. The chain hung from his hand between them.
"Captain, I thought we had established yesterday that you will, eventually, do as you are told. Your disobedience has been noted, so would you like to compound the issue by making me force this on to you?"
Captain Carly looked at the chain for another moment before reaching for it with her free hand. She placed it over her head and shivered as the cold metal settled on her shoulders. She looked back at the Admiral and stared at him in challenge as she held the tattered ends of her knickers.
He shook his head, "You'll learn Captain." Then he smirked wickedly. "Although I can't say I'm entirely displeased that apparently you do so slowly. Come on then, let's go on deck."
He stepped towards the door out of the cabin and Captain Carly realised she would have to work hard to keep pace or the links of the chain would slide against each other and tighten round her throat.
Captain Carly was a tall women but she barely came to the Admiral's shoulder and with her ankles hobbled by the bar she couldn't keep pace with his huge stride. Even with the length of chain between them Captain Carly saw it come straight and felt the movement around her throat before the Admiral had gotten through the first door. Knowing she couldn't keep pace like this she realised there was only one option.
"Admiral."
He stopped and looked back at her over his shoulder, doing nothing to hide the annoyance on his face.
"I can't keep up with the bar on." She said.
"And?" was his only reply.
She looked at him as he stood there holding the chain taught. Any more than couple of steps and it would start closing around her throat, before they reached the corridor she was sure she'd be choking if the bar stayed on. She hated having to do it, but given the conversations so far she saw only one serious option.
"Please will you take it off Admiral?" The shame of having to ask her captor caused her to break eye contact. She looked down and saw her cuffed hands and tethered ankles, the shame and helplessness intensifying. At all of this her body against rebelled against her mind and she felt herself getting wetter again.
There was silence for what seemed to Carly like an eternity and then she heard his voice.
"Since you asked appropriately I will. If you endeavour to take advantage of this, I will have you stripped naked and tied to the prow as a figurehead when we dock. Do you believe me?"
The idea caused a chill to run through her at the humiliation that would bring. As the chill hit her nipples however it started a counter wave of pleasure that intensified as it reached her wetness. Captain Carly gasped at the sensations. The time since her capture had shown the admiral to be a man of his word, however sick that word might be, so she had no doubts that he would follow through with his threat. She kept her gaze on the ground as she answered.
