<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ab/Slave_Kendal_200x400.jpg)<br/>Kendal Mayim (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=297512.msg14565168#msg14565168)<br/>Half-elf Sorcerer 3<br/></div></div>It was supposed to have been another 'milk run'. Transporting just shy of a half-dozen, dazed and helpless former adventurers shouldn't have caused any problems. Maybe her pet alchemist had decided to skimp on those expensive ingredients, because part of the consignment had not only woken up during the voyage, but they'd actually managed to escape. That left Kendal with four bodies and a bundle of thoroughly stretched rope. What was left of her cargo was treated to a practical demonstration of sailors' curses that went on late into the night.<br/><br/>There simply wasn't time to find a replacement, in fact, Kendal had struggled to complete the order in the first place. Only the lucky happenstance of finding a real beauty amongst the pirates who often helped stock her hold had saved the sorceress from failure in the first place. A soft smile played over the smuggler's lips at the thought of that pale skin yielding beneath her fingertips, but she pushed it aside almost immediately. It didn't do to get possessive about the meat.<br/><br/>The betrayal, when she finally put into port, was as unexpected as it was inevitable. And Kendal would have cursed her naivety, if the slaver's assault hadn't robbed the dark-haired half-elf of her wits before she could truly comprehend what was happening.<br/><br/>Kendal woke, still partially lost in the sleepy haze, but that quickly dispersed with the first undeniable tug on her throat. The bondage asserted itself in a piecemeal fashion, the ache in her jaw and the foul taste of rubber, a heavy weight about her throat, and the coarse friction of far more rope than could ever be necessary. Not to mention the unpleasantly intimate grind of fibre running deep between the half-elf's thighs. She managed a half-hearted moan, as her gaze swept right and left. The sorceress found herself leading the train of slaves, dragged by the cruel crotch rope and feeling thoroughly wretched.<br/><br/>Of course she ended up in a cage with the girl's she'd been transporting, and the half-elf was sure<em>that</em>was going to go well. She'd been in the process of shimmying back toward the bars when one of the guards decided to demonstrate the collar's extra features. Kendal had a moment of two to register the sound of the mechanism spooling up, her body tensing in anticipation of what was to come. Then the electricity coursed through sorceress' body, sending her cavorting into spasming motion.<br/><br/>Just as she was starting to recover something solid and fast-moving slammed into her side, bowling the stunned half-elf over and sending her tumbling over the rough ground. Kendal tried to curl into a ball, but found her efforts frustrated by her bondage. The now familiar sound of a collar charging came from somewhere painfully close and the sorceress mewled hopelessly into her gag. But, as the sound of artificial lightning filled the cage again, she realised that this time she wasn't the intended target.<br/><br/>A heavy weight dropped across the sailor's prostrate form, knocking the wind from her and sending tiny but painful sparks through her bare flesh. She yelped, jerking in place but still pinned by the other woman. And then her own collar whined again, the next charge mercifully blotting away Kendal's senses while her slender frame continued to jump and convulse.<br/><br/>