Princess Lucia stood by her father’s side as they oversaw the execution of an accused witch. The woman glared defiantly up at the royal family on the balcony above her as men continued to pile up wood at her feet.

“Liliana.” Her father declared. “You have been found guilty of witchcraft and will be burned at the stake. Any last words?”

The dark haired woman’s eyes blazed with anger. “King Roy, I call upon the souls of my ancestors to curse your family and all of those born in your bloodline. They too shall suffer, as my family has under your rule!”

Lucia’s father met the gaze of the witch without flinching. “Gag her. Commence.”

A band of cloth was pulled between Liliana’s teeth, despite her struggles and attempting biting and two more guards came forward with burning torches, setting light to the pile of kindle. After a moment, her father turned and walked back into the castle and Lucia took one last glance as the fire rose to the bound woman’s ankles before hurrying after her father, pushing the witch’s last words from her mind.

- - -

Mary grunted as she was forced to her knees on the wet deck of the ship. The dark haired girl wore a long white dress, now torn in multiple places, and short brown boots. Around her lay the bodies of sailors, mostly her father’s men who had been manning this merchant vessel. She knew many of them by name and they took care of her on the voyage, up until the point that a pirate ship had pulled alongside them and the boarding had begun. Mary had been in her cabin when she had first heard the cries of alarm and cannon fire, then more yells as sailors prepared for a fight.

She had been pushed back into her cabin when she peeked outside, and after the sound of fighting, her cabin door had been blown inwards by a hulk of a man. With nowhere to go, the brute of a pirate easily grabbed a hold of Mary and despite her struggles, pleas, and attempted punches, it was very simple for him to drag her outside and shove her down in front of his captain. Resistance aboard the Swift Wind had ended, the remaining sailors had given up and thrown down their weapons and were currently being led across planks to the pirate ship as more pirates raided the merchant vessel, seizing what they found to be of value. Mary’s primary concern however, was the leering captain inspecting her. “A fine lass travelling out on these waters.” He noted.

Mary swallowed her fear as her nose wrinkled from his stench. “My name is Mary Turner.” She said, in the clearest voice she could. “My father is Hector Turner, a merchant guild leader in London.”

“Ah, a merchant girl. Well lass, I’m sure your father would pay us in gold to have his daughter back. Get her on board!”

Mary was immediately grabbed and marched across a set of planks to the pirate ship, which was approximately the same size and bustling with activity. A number of the pirates made comments and jeers towards her, but she stayed silent as she was shoved up against one of the masts and rope appeared. Within moments, her wrists were bound behind the mast with rough coils of rope around her wrists. More was wrapped around her upper body, trapping her against the mast and framing her breasts as her dress was pulled tight across her chest. She winced as rough fibers were coiled around her legs under her dress and around her boots, securing her legs. Satisfied with their work, the pirates stared at the girl for a while, as she squirmed a little, before they were called off to do more work and finish unloading her ship of all the goods they had been transporting.

It seemed like forever as the pirates made trip after trip carrying boxes, bags, and supplies until they finally cut all the ropes holding the ship together. Mary watched with tears in her eyes as Swift Wind drifted away and the pirate ship set sail. Her gaze was soon moved to her right as the pirate captain gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. “You are very pretty.” He said, as she felt bile rise in her throat at the idea of him finding her attractive. “Perhaps...I shall have you sent to my cabin later.”

Mary screamed into her gag, thrashing in the ropes as he leaned back and laughed. “Set sail!”

- - -

Charlotte walked down the path to the barn at the end of her family’s property, cursing her father’s paranoia. Due to the rumours of a rustler gang entering the area, the cowgirl was now forced to undertake patrols at various times in the night to ensure that their stable of horses were still safe. Carrying a lantern in her hand, she made her way down the muddy path, her cowgirl boots scraping against some rocks, to double check on the horses. She was mere meters from the barn door when she realized it was cracked open and some light was spilling out from inside.

Feeling her pulse quicken, she set her lantern down carefully before her hand went to her belt to draw her trusty revolver. Stepping towards the door, she slid through the crack to enter the barn, seeing the source of light being a pair of lanterns on the ground. There was a figure in the shadows at the back of the barn, standing in front of Chestnut’s stable and seemed to be coaxing the brown horse. Charlotte took advantage of the distraction to get closer before raising her gun and cocking it. “And just what might you be doing in this barn at this time of night?” She asked.

The figure in the shadows turned towards her before raising his hands. “Well, me and my friends thought that some of these fine mares of yours could use a new owner.”

“Friends?” She asked, her gun wavering slightly.

Charlotte then heard the sound of several guns being cocked behind her and slowly turned her head to see four more rustlers with pistols and muskets aimed at her. “Drop it missy.” One growled.

Seeing no other option, Charlotte held her gun out to the side and dropped it to the straw, cursing herself for not checking for additional rustlers. The men approached her and her arms were yanked behind her back before her gloved hands were secured together with rope. More rope was wound around her torso and chest, pressing her checkered shirt against her body as her arms were welded against her back and more were wound around her jeans and boots, pulled tight enough that she could feel the rope through the thick leather of her cowgirl boots. “Hey-MMph!” She exclaimed as a dirty rag was shoved into her mouth and another was pulled between her teeth to keep it in place.

It tasted terrible and she growled behind the gag before one of the men picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. “Finish up will you? We need to get these horses moving and branded.”

“What about the girl? We brand her too?”

Charlotte’s eyes went wide and she thrashed in her bonds and the thought of the brand touching her body, much to the men’s delight as they watched her squirm. “Take her with us.” The leader ordered. “She might be of some use to us.”

Charlotte continued to curse behind her gag and squirm as she was carried out of the barn and around the back to where several horses were tied to a tree in the dark. She was thrown like a sack of grain over the back of one of the horses, with some additional ropes used to tie her down in place.

She screamed in frustration and struggled but she was unable to pick at any of the knots before the men returned, leading several horses from inside the barn. Satisfied with their haul, one of the men mounted up on the horse she was tied to and patted her exposed butt. “Don’t worry sweetie.” He said as he pulled a bandana across his face. “We’ll take real good care of you.”

- - -

Shreya groaned as she slowly came too, trying to clear the cobwebs from her head as she opened her eyes. Once her vision stopped swimming and she could finally focus on what was in front of her, the slender Indian girl immediately closed her eyes, hoping that she would wake up in a few minutes and it would all be a bad dream.

Unfortunately for her, reality did not comply and she was forced to open her eyes once again to see the crying faces of her friends Eve and Karishma, tears sliding down their faces and over the duct tape plastered across their cheeks that muffled their sobs. More duct tape was wrapped around their upper bodies above and below their breasts, pinning Karishma’s black minidress and Eve’s navy off-shoulder top against their bodies. Their arms were behind them, no doubt bound together as Shreya could feel the same bonds pinning her arms behind her back.

The silver strands of bondage continued down their bodies, wrapping around Eve’s white leather skirt and Karishma’s dress before pinning Eve’s white boots and Karishma’s heeled sandals together at the ankles. Shreya herself was clad in a black strappy crop top, leggings, and high heeled ankle boots which offered her some protection against the sticky silver tape. Finally, long strands of tape around their chest and waists pinned them to the frames of metal shelves that lined the walls of the storeroom.

None of the girls understood what had happened to them or why they now found themselves bound and gagged in some dirty back room. Shreya remembered getting some drinks from the bar for the three girls to celebrate finishing up midterms and cheering, then remembered looking for a bathroom as her head swam and then nothing. She had held the drinks the entire time, there was no way they could have been spiked by someone.

She exchanged a look with Karishma, the other tall Indian girl was straining the best she could against the tape, but even her volleyball toned body was helpless under yards and yards of the sticky stuff. Then a thought shocked her body as she came to the realization that the only way that she could have been drugged was if it arrived in her hands drugged. Which meant….

As if right on cue, the door opened up and all three girls looked up to see Celine Russels, the noted owner of the Rebellion nightclub that they had picked to party at tonight. “Two Indians and an English girl I see.” The club owner muttered as she surveyed the goods in her back room. “Maybe I’ll see what other exotic elements I can get myself tonight.” She cackled as she slammed the door shut, cutting off the cries of the helpless girls destined for a life of slavery.

- - -

Taya walked into the back passageways of the Copernicus Moon Base, her shoulders set in anger as she entered the maze of metal boxy hallways that made up the maintenance halls of the facility. She had argued with her boyfriend once again and unfortunately in this small community built inside the Copernicus Lunar Crater, it was quite hard to avoid running into people.

Luckily for her she spent a lot of time in the back passages, exploring them since she knew they would eventually come in handy. Now she used them to get some privacy away from the press of people and machinery where it was muffled by the walls and she was just in her own mind as her boots clomped on the metal floor. She was so lost in thought of her anger and replaying the scene over and over again in her mind that when she rounded a corner she practically ran into someone’s back. “Sorry.” She muttered with her head down, taking a step back and starting to walk around the obstruction when she spotted the hovering table between the two men and the glittering of jewels strewn across it. Her eyes widened as she spotted the green gleam of illegal elemanite, then her gaze flicked up to the two men who stared back at her like deer in headlights.

She’d wandered into some kind of illegal deal she realized, and while her reactions were slow, the men were even more caught off guard and she managed a few strides back down the hall she had come from when an electric shock coursed through her body, halting her in her tracks and she collapsed to the deck plates hard. Still conscious, but paralyzed, she could barely feel the footsteps of the two men as they walked up to her. “What do we do with her?” One asked.

“I have some connections, we can smuggle her out as well, she’ll just disappear.”

There seemed to be some thought from the first man. “So will our earlier price be sufficient? You’ll be getting a fair amount for her.”

“Fine.” The second relented. “Let’s get her ready.”

Still unable to move, Taya was unable to resist as her boots were unzipped and tossed aside, then knives emerged and her jumpsuit was cut from her body. Satisfied with how their captive looked, energy cuff emitters soon appeared from a bag and her wrists, elbows, and ankles were soon secured in blue energy. A metal collar was locked around her throat, no doubt with some stunning and tracking properties, and a leather panel was buckled across her mouth, holding a rubber plug between her teeth. “Do you always carry enough gear to enslave a girl?” The first man asked curiously as he watched his companion go to work.

“You never know when the opportunity arises.” He responded as her legs were bent back and linked to her wrist cuffs, trapping the helpless girl on a hogtie.

A small metal disk rose up behind him and linked itself to Taya’s hogtie connection before it lifted the girl off the ground. By now she was regaining feeling and movement with her body, but she was rendered completely helpless by the cuffs. Her squirming and gagged cries were silenced with a slap on her ass and a shock from her collar, leaving her to whimper as the disk carried her down the maintenance hallway to a small closet. Inside were some cleaning supplies but there were a couple of crates in the back, which Taya realized in horror would be the perfect size to transport a captive girl in plain sight as they looked like all the other storage containers found around the facility.

Despite her struggles, she was unable to prevent herself from being lowered into the crate and secured to the side with nylon straps. Whimpering as the lid was closed and the container began rolling away, Taya struggled inside the crate as it began moving her to a new life, not realizing that being a distant descendant of King Roy the Third meant that she was also cursed to live a life of bondage.