Martyr's Bargain

Emmy groaned as the airship banked around a cloud, the bulbous metal hook in her ass was not huge, but large enough that it was impossible to ignore. Each and every movement of the ship tugged and pulled at it courtesy of the taut leather strap connecting it to the back of her elaborate harness gag, arching her back and enforcing the strict hogtie that suspended her from the ship's rigging.

That wasn't the only way she noticed each and every minor change in wind or direction either. No, the weights swinging from her clamped nipples and clit, heavy enough to be uncomfortable at the best of times, felt even worse as they swung and swayed constantly with the movement of the nimble airship.

Her jaw ached from the large gag that had parted her lips since early that morning. A cramp ran up her thigh - she could feel her muscles twitching as she resisted flexing her leg, with each of her big toes tied off to a long, blond braid it only served to increase the strain on her aching neck. Her arms had been twisted back into a reverse prayer and tied off on a loop at the back of her metal collar.

The airship parted the billowing clouds, emerging above a dingy, dreary city - Cloudspire. From her vantage near the bow of the ship Emmy could see the crumbling chimneys, the trash in the streets, and the beggar's camp sprawling against the derelict city wall. A few small barges plied the polluted river that not so much flowed as oozed through the middle of the city.

"It looks like they could use our help," Sir Robert said, stalking up behind Emmy.

"Unnngh," Emmy protested as he idly played with one of the weights dangling from her nipples. His fingers danced their way down between her legs, exploring the folds of her pussy. He withdrew his fingers, wet with her arousal, and showed them to Emmy, whose face blushed with embarrassment.

"I see you enjoyed the flight," he chuckled. "I hope not too much," he added.

He stooped down and looked at the gem affixed to the front of her collar. It glowed a steady pale blue. "Almost fully charged," he said. "We should bring you down before we land so no one sees you."

Emmy breathed a sigh of relief, eager for her ordeal to be over for now. She impatiently eyed the lever that would lower her bound body to the wooden deck and set her free. Sir Robert's fingers wrapped around the handle. He paused.

"Then again, it couldn't hurt to go a little more. I do think you're having a bit too much fun up there," he said removing his hand from the lever.

"Unngh! Unnngh!" Emmy begged. Her squirming pleas served only to tug on the hook in her ass and send her weighted nipple clamps swinging.

"Oh, are your bonds too loose? Let me fix that for you," Sir Robert offered with a sinister grin. He grabbed the strap that connected the ass hook to her gag and pulled it a notch tighter. Emmy squealed as her back was forced into an even more severe arch. Robert stepped back and threw a large tarp over Emmy's naked body to conceal her from prying eyes.

"We'll be landed in Cloudspire in fifteen minutes," he called back as he walked to the helm. The ship pitched forward and they descended through the clouds.