A soft footfall was all that Miss Fortune heard before she felt the arc of electricity dance through her body. She let out a gurgled yelp that did not interest the crowd around her. She was not unconscious, but she was no longer able to control her body. Whoever tasered her followed up by yanking a canvas bag over her head. She rested against her assailant in a daze as she saw tiny dots of light poke through the bag. She felt the cord wrap tightly around her waist. Her hands were not tied, and if she were fully lucid she would have been able to fight, but the combined stress of the taser and adrenaline that coursed through her veins was sending her in to a paralyzing fright.

She was hoisted over someone's shoulders. The last thing she felt was the warm trickle of urine spreading down her pants. The crowd barely paused to glance; after all, it was just another day in Bilgewater.

The world came back to Sasha Fortune in bits in pieces. Her head ached terribly as she tried to recall what had happened. She attempted to stretch, but found her hands were chained to the floor behind her. Her feet were shackled at the ankles to a metal bar in front of her. It took a few minutes before she became lucid enough to realize she was completely nude. There were several women chained in the same manner as she was. All of them were redheads, ranging from sunset red to light auburn shades. Their breasts were generously sized, similar to Sasha's. It seemed that they all belonged to the same "type".

In the corner two men sat at a table playing cards. Neither said a word. Both were burly and seemed to be made of nothing but muscle. Definitely grunts, Sasha thought. They wore loose fitting clothes, and their boots had been kicked off at the door. Sasha noted that both had a unique kind of key -one used to unlock shackles- on their belt loops.

Sasha noticed a gentle rocking motion and realized glumly that they were on a ship. It's hard to escape from ships.

"Can I have something to eat," asked the woman next to Sasha. One of the men chuckled, the other man quietly got up and walked over to the woman.

Instinctively, the woman shied away, trying to tilt her head in any direction but towards the man. The blow was so fast that even Sasha recoiled. The man had bent in to a crouch and delivered a solid punch to the woman's gut.

She coughed and wrenched in pain, and threw up bile. It spilled out of her mouth and on to her chin, dripping down between her breasts. Sasha felt sympathy for the woman, but white-hot rage towards the man. She scanned his face and filed away his features so that she could repay him with a beating.

"What are you lookin' at," the man said, shifting his gaze towards Sasha.

All she replied with was stony silence. She did not let her rage show through her face, as she was not stupid. Instead she glanced down in obvious defeat.

"You haven't been broken in yet have you," the man continued, kneeling next to Sasha. He snaked a hand between her knees and ran his fingers up her leg. She felt her cheeks begin to heat, and she tried to close her legs tightly together. The blow she expected was delivered, and she turned her head as he slapped her. It took foot pounds off the blow, but it still hurt quite a lot. The act of subtle defense raised her spirits slightly, as she felt more in control. She couldn't have been more wrong.

The women next to her began whimpering, as they already knew what was to come next. Sasha was powerless as the man forced her legs apart, exposing her bare crotch. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed in a triangle, and her lips were dry against the cold air. The man reached behind her, and shifted a lever. Whatever she was chained to rolled backwards, forcing her to lie down. He unshackled her ankles, and for a brief moment, she struggled. She kicked and screamed and cursed at him, but he simply struck the meaty part of her legs until she finally submitted from pain and exhaustion.

"I'll fucking kill you," she said, but without any substance. She turned her head away so she didn't have to watch him fuck her, but she couldn't force herself to not feel him penetrate her. He slid in without waiting for her to lubricate, and the friction sent waves of pain through her. After a few thrusts, he withdrew and spit on her pussy. He rubbed it in with the tip of his dick and continued thrusting. The pain had subsided, but with each insertion she felt more of herself slipping. She heard him grunt and palm her breasts. He started pinching her nipples in time with his thrusts.

"Tell me you're gonna cum," he demanded.

She remained silent, barely even registering his voice. Sasha was retreating in to herself. Her breasts bounced faster as he increased his tempo.

"I'm not gonna stop until you cum," he said. He withdrew his dick and pumped it until he ejaculated jets of semen on her stomach and breasts. He switched to fingering her, yelling at her to cum.

She watched the other guard stand up and leave the room. Whatever his reason, she seized the opportunity. She twisted to shift her weight and delivered a kick to the side of the man's head. He groaned, and tried to straighten, but she used her heel to crack the front of his skull. His eyes glazed and he went down. With her feet she grabbed the key on his belt loop and kicked them to her hands. The women next to her watched in awe as she unlocked her chains. She unlocked the woman next to her, who in turn began unlocking the rest.

Still naked, and with semen dripping down her torso, she stood over the man who had defiled her. She walked over to the table, kicked a leg off of the wooden chair, and used the makeshift stake to stab him through the throat.

"Fuck you," she said, and spit on him.

-Author's note-

I can do a continuation of this, but this was all that was commissioned. Feel free to message me if you have any ideas for what should happen next.