The night came with the moon shining high in the sky. The guards posted were passed out and used the cage to support themselves. Their rather load snoring filled the night air as Aloy and Talanah had succeed in digging a trench at the back of their cage to reveal the pike like ends of the bars. The huntresses exchanged a nod and rammed the cage with their backs. The weathered wood creaked, and the aged leather ties strained but still held. A sudden snort of the guards caused them to stop and hold their breath.


“SNORT…nnnzzzzz…”

They sighed in relief when the snoring continued. For the next hour, Aloy and Talanah continued to push on the weakened cage until the sound of cracking wood and snapping leather finally came. Thankful that the satisfying sounds of freedom didn’t reach the ears of the still sleeping guards. Their own heavy snoring helped to muffle the sounds of escape. The Hawk and Thrush dug a bit more in their trench to give themselves more room to squirm underneath the pike bars. As the huntresses pushed themselves from under the bars of the now broken cage wall, they took the opportunity to use the pike ends to cut their legs free. I took a good thirty minutes of rubbing the hemp and leather over the pointed bars, but Aloy and Talanah’s legs were free of their bindings. Not wanting to waste any more time or risk getting caught by a wondering patrol. The Huntresses left their arms bound and carefully made their way out of the raider camp. The full moon shone brightly as the clouds gave it a wide berth. Allowing them to see clearly around them, but it also meant they could just as easily be spotted when moving from cover to cover.

~ 45 minutes later~

Eventually, Aloy and Talanah come to the border of the encampment against the rock face. Their path to freedom clear as they crept from the cover of the rockface…

“HEY!” A guard spotting them from atop the ridge shouted.

The bound huntresses made a break for it, but the familiar sound of bolas whipped through the air. A new set wrapped around their ankles and thighs. Which caused them to land face first in the dirt.

[Dammit] Aloy and Talanah grunted in unison.

~

Aloy and Talanah were quickly brought back to the center of the encampment. Four Shadow Carja now held each of them as the entire camp surrounded them. The Captain half awake and glared through barely opened eyes.

“I don’t know how you got out, but I’ll make damn sure you don’t this time! Strip them down! Make sure they’re not hiding anything and redo their bindings!” The Captain instructed.

Two more raiders came forward with knives and began cutting away their armor. Talanah and Aloy stood rigid and held their breath. Unsure of the steadiness of the raiders hand.

The leather straps of the bola and rope that wrapped around Aloy’s chest and arms were cut off, including the top of her Carja Blazon armor. Exposing her rose tinned skin and pert nipples to the entire raider party. She glared in response to the raider who just exposed her to the rest of the camp. However, the flame haired woman turned her attention behind when she felt the bindings on her wrist come loose. On impulse, the huntress immediacy tried to flex at the sudden relief, but the four pairs of hands held her arms steady in their current position. The raiders carefully slide the Blazon top down her arms, trying not to give her any leeway. With the vest like armor piece finally gone, Aloy felt her arms stretched vertically together behind her back.

New rope wrapped around her wrists, winding continually up her forearms and toward her elbows. Effectively encasing them in the rigid twine. More rope was wrapped above her elbows drawing them together, causing her breasts to thrust forward. Once her arms were secure, a new length of rope was wrapped around above and below her breasts. Going across the back of her arms and cinched around her elbow-ropes. The last bit of rope was placed in a X formation across her chest, framing out her already prominent breasts.  A new length of rope around her wrists and belt cover waist. Effectively pinning her arms in a useless mass strapped to her back.

Talanah received similar treatment. Once she was shed of her armor top and head piece, the raiders also bound her with fresh rope. However, instead of having her arms positioned vertically behind her back, the raiders forced Talanah's arms to bend into a box-like shape behind her back. Ropes secured her wrists together before they were tugged upward, ending just below her shoulder blades. Once her wrists were in place, they got to work on the hawk’s chest harness and connecting it to her wrist binding. Like Aloy’s, hers was above and below her breasts. However, once they were done with that, another length went over her shoulders and drawn down between her breasts. Then brought up on the underside of them, effectively framing them. Lastly, more rope was wrapped the length dividing her breasts to help remove any additional slack.

Once the raiders were done with the hunter’s new binding, the Captain ordered the heavy raiders to carry the women to a large waist high table. As they arrived, Aloy and Talanah were forcibly bent over the table. Their bound and bare chests squished underneath them and into the rough surface. Earning a few grunts of discomfort as they struggled to stand back up. But with the raider’s hands firmly planted on their backs and arms, gaining any leverage proved to be impossible.

A few moments later, the Captain returned with a box and placed it on the table in front of the huntresses. Aloy and Talanah looked at the box and then at the Captain. Both struggled underneath the raiders grip. Neither wanting to make whatever happened next any easier for the Shadow Carja.

"So, since you two won’t cooperate. These will be used to help discourage you two from any further escape attempts.” The captain informed the two captives.

Talanah heard one of the grunts pinning her down mutter, “Oh man…the spark-plugs”

[The what?] Her head craned to look at the grunt.

The Hawk quickly returned her attention to the captain as she heard the box open. Both the huntresses’ eyes went wide. Their jaws would have dropped they weren’t already held open by the gags.

“WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE ALL MOTHER’S ARE THOSE!?”

“WHAT IN THE SUN ARE THOSE!?”

The Captain pulled out two large egg like shapes. Both bigger than a man’s fist made of sleek metal. It balanced on a single thin metal rod through the center that was connect to a small cylindrical surface.

“These are the spark-plugs. A devise from the old-world used to discourage prisoners from getting any funny ideas.” The Captain also pulled out a small vial with a cork filled with a yellow liquid from the box.

An unmistakable smell hit Talanah’s nose as the captain popped the top. “Cooking oil?”

“Be grateful that I don’t have these shoved in without it.” The Captain said as he poured the oil on the plugs.

The two felt the bola straps still wrapped around their legs cut free, the realization hit them like a Charger strike as Aloy and Talanah’s head snapped towards each other and in sync slammed their heels into jaws of the grunts who freed their legs. Knocking them on their back. In response, two more raiders rushed from the crowd, grabbed the huntresses’ newly freed limbs.

“Oh, for the love of…GET THEM ON THE TABLE AND BIND THEIR LEGS!” The Captain shouted.

The two struggling huntresses quickly found themselves lifted and slammed onto the table with their bare chests. Their struggling unrelenting as their legs were forcibly bent until their heels touch their rears. More rope was wrapped around their bent legs, effectively putting them in a frog-tie and keeping them from lashing out any further.

“Cut around the waist and crotch, we need to get these in.” ordered the Captain.

A pair of raiders lifted Aloy’s and Talanah’s now bound legs into the air. While another pair cut at their pants, leaving them just the legs and belts of their armor. With the two huntress’s butts and crotches now exposed to the night air, they were dropped back on to the table and held firmly down by the gang of raiders.

“Oh, sun! How’d I get into this situation!? I can’t believe I’m being put on DISPLAY for a bunch of Shadow Carja Assholes!” The hawk Grumbled to herself.

“Alright, spread em” ordered the Captain.

Aloy and Talanah felt their bound legs being opened by the Carja raiders. Aloy was expecting the spark-plug to be inserted between their nether lips. Instead she felt a finger covered in oil attempting to penetrate her puckering hole.

“GHUM!!” Aloy

“MHPHK!!” Talanah

Their heads once again snapping towards each other. Both had misunderstood the intended insertion for the spark-plugs.

After about a minute of the slick finger working its way in and out of Aloy and Talanah’s sphincter. A second oily finger was added. Slowly opening their rear passages for the inevitable insertion. However, as the two digits worked their way in and out of Aloy’s slowly spreading asshole. The redhead felt something she could only describe as a fire building in her belly.

“mmm~” the redhead moaned lightly.

“D-did I just…!?” Aloy thought confused.

“Alright, that’s good. Let’s get these in and finish them off.” The Captain spoke.

The fingers retreated from Aloy’s now more open anus and found herself oddly missing the filling sensation. She didn’t have to wait long to be filled as the tip of the spark-plug breached her hungry opening. The sudden sensation caused her back passage to clench around the plug’s tip.

[YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS!?] Aloy and Talanah garbles out in unison as they looked back into the Captain’s eyes.

“Oh, very.” The Captain replied as he began to press the spark-plugs further in the resisting rectums.

The next several minutes were filled with Aloy and Talanah let out a string of garbled curses as the spark-plugs were continuously inserted into their new homes. When the largest part of the plug was coming up, Talanah felt like she was gonna be split down the middle. While Aloy felt her vision starting to blur and mind haze. Eventually, the puckering rim of their sphincters came to rest around the thin rod at the end of the plugs. The two huntresses let out a series of ragged breaths of relief. Not having their sphincters stretched out for all the raiders to see anymore. Both still breathing heavily through their noses in an attempt to power though the lingering pain of the plugs insertion. Both felt their insides attempting to adjust to the new full sensation the diabolical devices gave them.

Talanah and Aloy’s brow and bodies now had a thin sheen of sweat. Both trying to comprehend how something that big was inside them now.
“Oh, SUN! HOW DID THAT FIT?! WILL IT EVEN COME OUT!?” Talanah feared how long this THING would be inside her.

Aloy had never felt this full before. After the initial pain of being stretched open had begun ware off, she found herself not quite hating the new sensation.

A mechanical beep brought Aloy and Talanah’s out of their haze as they weakly looked behind themselves again. The Captain still stood behind them while cleaning his fingers with a rag.

“Glad to see you’re still with us. Now, the spark-plugs are designed to deliver a jolt of electric energy anytime you move around too much. It’s to help discourage troublesome little prisoners like yourselves from getting any funny ideas.”  

Suddenly, Aloy’s Focus auto linked with her plug. It showed her the power levels at a 91% charge. “Damn it, looks like we’re in for the long haul.”

Next appeared an outline image of the spark-plug shape inside of her. She felt herself blush at the embarrassing sight, seeing just how filled she really was by the plug. The fire built from the two fingers from earlier was being stoked again by the new full sensation and the image of seeing herself so filled.

Aloy was brought out of her thoughts when a hand grabbed her inner thigh and flipped her and Talanah onto their backs. Both about to fire off a set of garbled insult but stopping upon hearing a high pitch noise. The huntresses suddenly felt a jolt of electricity shoot through their anuses. Both whaled into their gags as their bodies convulsed from the inside out. Five seconds later, the spark-plug cut off their jolt. The two huntresses now left gasping for breath as their insides were released from the tormenting shocks.

“I think you get the idea. Alright, get the spark-plugs secured, collar them, back in the cage, and then stake them down. I want them on their way to Sunfall by first light!” The Captain ordered, heading back towards his tent.

While the two huntresses were still trying to recover from the jolt. The raiders once again descended upon them. Aloy and Talanah felt themselves being flipped back onto their stomachs, but thankfully it didn’t set of the spark-plug.

“Thank the all mother”

“Thank the sun”

A new length of rope was attached to the rope already wrapped around Aloy’s waist and pulled between her nether lips. While Talanah had fresh rope wrapped around her armor belt like Aloy as it divided her own nether lips as well. Both had the rope wrapped around the thin protruding rod of the spark-plug and pulled between their butt cheeks and tied off at the back end of the waist rope. Their plugs wouldn’t be coming out anytime soon and the crotch rope adding another distraction for the two huntresses to deal with.

A pair of purple leather collars now adorned their necks and were secured with a small lock in the back. The Huntresses were then taken from the table and were again slung over the heavy raider’s shoulder. Taken back to the crude cage they escaped from earlier. As they were carried back to the cages, the raiders made sure to jostle the huntresses to set off the plugs at least twice on their way back to the cage. Aloy and Talanah both screamed into their gags while bodies attempted to contort in their bondage.

Aloy and Talanah were exhausted from the recent events. Having been shocked, blasted, tied, gagged, then slammed multiple times throughout the day. Now found themselves stripped, retied, and plugged while back in the newly repaired and reinforced cage of their earlier escape attempt. The soft dirt of the cage floor was at least warm on their now exposed fronts as the night air nipped at the rest of their exposed flesh. The collars they now wore had rope leading out to the front of the cage and staked into the ground. With just enough slack to rest their heads down. The Hawk and Thrush looked at each other and sighed. Both shuffled a bit closer, all they could do now was lean into each other for a little comfort and warmth.