A Chance Encounter

It takes a while to finish the story. Probably because of all the audience participation. Bellextra is very interested in the competition with Raven at Slingers and insists on a demonstration. Of course there’s no rafters to hang Melodia by the ankles, so she makes do by just deepthroating Melodia under the table. What's more touching is her expression when she hears about the lengths you went to **** Melodia to betray her. There is the slightest glistening of her eyes and an complete stiffening of her dick when you describe in vivid details the **** and denials that Melodia endured in her vain attempt at loyalty. The pitchers of fruity beverages encourage a somewhat exaggerated retelling of events. True, you didn’t take the time to sodomize three pirates while you were on the Freedom’s End, but you have three slaves with nothing better to do, so you added a few embellishments. Truth be told, you may have been showing off for Bellextra; she apparently butt fucked everything she saw on that ship. Can’t have her thinking she’s more badass than you. Nevertheless, Bellextra seems to appreciate the tale.

“...and then the shuttle flew into the mountain.” You slam your drink on the table for emphasis. Alexa and Sex Light give a light applause.

“I’m impressed.” Bellextra leans back laconically in her chair. “You went through all that for nothing.”

“Oh you bitch.” You bark back, making her snort into her drink.

“You got me. Aint I gud enough for ya?” Melodia hiccups as she tries to stand and show off her form. It takes her a few tries. During the story, you tied her hands into a chest harness that bites into her tits, and she is completely trashed. You haven’t seen her this drunk since Swingers. She collapses next to you and rests her head on your shoulder. You nuzzle her back and tweak a pert nipple.

“And me, mistress.” At some point you took left Alexa unrestrained, and never bothered to tie her back up. She doesn’t let that stop her from adopting a submissive stature. Her hands are behind her back, resting on the opposite arms elbows and her tongue is dutifully cleaning your boots. No doubt hoping you'll spank her some more, she's stuck her cute ass high in the air. Your strap-on is half way embedded inside her, waving back and forth like a flag.

“See?” you challenge Bellextra. “I got mine.”

“Hmm, yes. I suppose I did as well.” She reaches under the table and strokes Sex Lights cheek. The glowing alien stares back up lovingly as her lips gently slide down Bellextra’s mighty shaft. Her mouth mirrors her groin, which is gently bobbing up and down on the dildo suction cupped to the floor.

“Besides, this isn’t that bad. I do miss Terrador, but I make enough on bounties out here to keep the Breaker flying and two good slaves to keep me sexed up. I don’t need some big score to make me happy.” You throw your arm around Melodia and hold her tight.

“Well said.” Bellextra offers you a cheers which you return.

Suddenly, there is a blast by the entrance, and the body of an anonymous gunman tumbles down the steps that lead to ground level and the surface. “Woooooo wee!” shouts a second outlaw. He struts down the steps like he owns them. “Boy I tell you what, next time I tell you to step aside you better get to stepping.”

“Is that a fake accent,” Melodia yells. She has terrible volume control when she’s drunk.

“Who said that!” The man pulls out his gun. “Someone making fun of my territorial vernacular had best speak up!” He aims his gun at the bartender. “I reckon it was you, wasn’t it?” he says dangerously.

There are two problems with his accusation. One, the bartender is male. As annoying as Melodia can get when she’s drunk, her voice is very distinctly feminine. Two, he is a Hshkksss, a reptilian species that communicates entirely through hisses. Not knowing what else to do with this man who is clearly deranged, he points at your table.

“Well, well, well.” He advances in what he clearly believes is a menacing manner. “Seems like someone here doesn’t have any respect for a proper buckaroo. Reckon I may need to teach you a lesson.” He stops before your table, keeping his gun pointed at the group.

Normally, you would have shot this guy when he threatened the bartender. No one threatens the man serving you drinks and gets a way with it. Even now, you could probably take him down before he knows what hit him, and if you couldn’t Bellextra certainly could. But you are simply fascinated by him. Like Melodia’s original outfit, he wears cowboy boots and hat, but where as Melodia chose to stop there, he went full western. A button shirt is tucked into chaps supported by a belt with the largest belt buckle you have ever seen. The brass fixture has an eagle riding a bull prominently embossed. Hanging from that belt are two pistol holsters, the home of pistols modeled to look like ancient six shooters. Over his shirt is a brown leather vest and to complete the ensemble he has a fucking bolo tie. Holy shit you don’t know what to do right now.

“Do you ladies know who I am?”

“Nope,” Melodia says, again too loudly.

“My name, is Dirk Redding. Given that you have not heard of me, I reckon you must have been hiding outer under a rock. I am the most wanted man in this system. I got me a bounty on this pretty little head of mine on three planets.”

“Reeeeally?” Your interest is suddenly piqued.

“That’s right. Why just last week I done ship jacked a cargo of dairy slaves headed for Ringo 9. I gots me a buyer who will pay top dollar for those top heavy ladies. You might call me a modern day cattle rustler.”

“Do go on,” Bellextra says. She has pulled a pen from somewhere and is taking notes on her hand. “Who did you say this buyer was?”

“None other than Boss Rikley. He was mighty pleased to hear that I could get him this here herd. But I digress.” He turns his gun on Melodia. “I believe the missus here needs a lesson in manners.”

“I agree,” you say. “Here take her. Let me just doctor her up for you.”

“Wait wha-” You stuff a ball gag in Melodia’s mouth before she can finish.

“Now see here- Oh, you’re uh… Well of course you agree. I am the meanest vermit in this or any other system. Give me your other girl too.” You pull Alex up by her hair and after spreading her lips with a spider-gag, you ruthlessly slam her down on the table so you can properly lock her elbows and wrists together. He redirects his gun to Bellextra. “Don’t think your getten out of this Red.”

“Oh I wouldn’t dream of it.” She yanks Sex light up by her collar and hands her over. “I don’t know what a ‘vermit’ is, but you are clearly an impressive specimen of one. It would be foolish of me to resist.”

“That’s right. Now get ‘em all lined up for me nice and pretty like.”

“Of course,” you say as you strap a collar on Melodia. “I assume you’ll be taking these back to your ship with the dairy slaves?”

“Uh, well no, I was going to have myself a drink…”

“Oh,” says Bellextra. “We just assumed such an impressive vermit as yourself would feel the need to christen his new slaves.”

When he just stares blankly at Bellextra, you offer him some help. “She means go fuck them.” The slaves are ready for transport. Alexa is in the lead with her arms painfully pulled behind her and an even tighter crotch rope. The line threading through her crotch continues behind Alexa to Sex Light, who has a matching tie between her glowing lips. Bellextra stuffed the dildo her **** had been riding into her mouth, and secured it there by wrapping tape around her head multiple times. Some of her glowing spunk had remained on the dildo, and now dribbled down the ****'s chin. Sex Light's wrist are locked to the harness at her thighs, and her elbows are cuffed together. Melodia is in the rear. Being already suitably bound, you simply ran a line from her breast tie to Sex Light cuffs. You love a good **** coffle and are particularly proud of this one. If any **** fails to keep pace, their bondage will quickly punish them by squeezing their tits or pulling on their pussy. The three slaves are very distressed by this turn of events. You have to raise your voice to be heard over their squeals and mewling.

“Oh. Oh, well of course I was going to go do that. Who do you reckon I am? Uh, come on now girls.” You offer him Alexa's leash and he leads the three slaves out of there.

“Where did you put the tracker?” Bellextra asks as soon as he’s out the door.

“In Melodia’s collar.” you pull out your hand pad and monitor their progress. “Great, should have just enough time to grab some stuff from my ship before we go bag a bounty.”

“I’ll pay the tab.”