A dungeon.

The room you saw was something special, you only ever saw one like this once or twice in some of the porn you had collected since your youth.

There was a bed but it wasn't really a bedroom. There were racks, stocks, a giant cross with cuffs. The wall were covered in chains, collars, canes, whips, sex toys of various sizes or shapes.

BDSM, a relic of a long past. In recent years, centuries even, the harsher forms of sex had been either much less popular or even outlawed in many societies.

Stretton was not just an angry officer, the fact that he decorated his ship this way, had this room installed and enslaved the females of his crew showed that he had been living like this for a long time.

"Not Even In Your Dreams Perv!!! I'd rather die." Smith screamed when she saw the room. Williams was speechless and manage to blush, a thing usually hard to notice on her dark skin, she was looking at you, waiting to see what you would do.

You used your implant to check the room as the marines chained the two crewmembers from hooks in the ceiling. The suspension chains were just long enough for the two women to stand on the balls of their feet, and the tops were engineered to go anywhere in the room sliding along the ceiling. You spent a few seconds pretending to admire the inventiveness of the device while you probed the room for evidence of electronic security. There were cameras and microphones, standard Fleet encryption on the feeds, child's play to defeat.

It took less than three minutes to set up the ultra-secure environment for your texts through your implant. You spent that time groping the dangling women and examining the array of whips, crops, clamps and other instruments whose functions that you could only guess at. You knew too well that every move you made and word you spoke would be analyzed by Stretton's men, and you could not screw this up. The modifications to your personal computer ensured that these texts would not be stored anywhere and as soon as the messages were read they'd be scrambled with the implants video intake. The women's implants lacked the sophistication of your top-of-the-line Ophidian model (hey, all that back pay had to be spent on something) but you were able to work out a fix for theirs.

You stood between where the two women were suspended and dragging each of them by the hair you pulled them close blocking the views of the cameras. You kept the video on but spliced a loop into the sound that randomly interjected either Williams' hesitant murmurs or Smith's angry swearing. Only then did you let the two women know that you had not abandoned them.

"I cut the microphone for a bit, and they can't see my mouth so they won't notice as long as they don't see you talk." You warn them. "I've set up a secure text environment, use only that." As the stunned women stared at you in confusion you returned the sound back to live and licked their faces in the most disgusting crude way you could imagine. The effect was instantaneous as both Smith and Williams voiced their objections.

As they swear at you, you send the first text message to them along with the virus that should rewrite their simple implants to hide this conversation in an old archived folder.

<I'm not with them, I just want to buy some time until we can escape.> You hope the analysts watching this tape attribute the surprise on their faces to the fact that you've grabbed each of them by the pussy, inserting your fingers into their warm snatches for the very first time. <I have to keep us all alive. I think we can get away from using all this stuff but you will have to have sex with me or they will never trust me.>

"Get your hands off of me you fucking pervert." Ensign Smith screams as her body thrashes on the end of the chains, but Williams ignores the finger in her pussy long enough to read the text.

WILLIAMS: <Do it, make it look real.> A second later Smith joins the conversation, but she was not convinced.

SMITH: <What? Are you insane?>

WILLIAMS: <We have to survive Diana, we had to do that before to stay together. Go on Captain, put collars and cuffs on us, throw us on the bed and fuck us.>

THORN: <It is not what I would have wanted, not like this! Smith, are you OK with what's gonna happen?>

SMITH: <What difference does it make? We are only sluts, pieces of meat to be fucked, it's not like its all that different from your UTF federation.>

THORN: <Diana, I don't want to harm you, but I also don't want for them to kill you. This way we still have a chance.>

SMITH: <Do it then, but I will not help, I only do this to survive.>

WILLIAMS: <Thank-you Diana, and fight him if it helps. If you struggle, it will make it look more real anyway.>

THORN: <I'm sorry for this, I'll make it up to you if I can>

"Come on sluts, get your asses in line!" You shouted for the benefit of your spectators swatting theirs butts as you dragged them towards the wall.

Collaring Williams was quick and easy in spite of her size and strength, she let you cuff her wrists together in the front and didn't struggle when slipped the chain behind her neck, locking it on the collar. This kept her with her arms spread and her hands behind her neck, stopping her from covering her beautiful body. You put a hand on her chest and after a quick feel pushed her on the bed.

Smith fought you with the spirit and fierceness of a wildcat, struggling as you tried to put her in the same position. You slaped her sharply making the blow look harder than it actually was and she spat on you. You really couldn't tell is she was acting or not and you sent her a quick query when you finally secured her wrists to her collar. For all you knew she just hated you that much.

SMITH: <Enjoy it if you want, but I won't make it easy for you.> The sad thing was that you really were enjoying this, dominating the suddenly submissive Williams and your manhandling of the much smaller Smith had your cock straining against the front of your uniform, which you noticed with a moment of surprise had a pull-away front for easy access.

You even liked the way Diana's eyes widened when you opened the flap and you fully erect cock sprang out ready for action. The feisty blonde made good her promise, keeping her legs together or kicking at you when you got too close. Williams was calmer, looking ready for what would come, you only wished you could say the same about you, not only would this be your first encounter with a real woman (sex dolls really didn't count, at least not the cheap ones you tried), but you were being watched by Nova knows how many perverts looking for any sign of weakness.

Spotting the rings on the end of the bed you decided to give those that watched what they wanted to see. Putting a cuff on each of Smith's ankles you tied her legs open by connecting the cuff to the rings using rope.

You decided to tie her collar to the head of the bed for good measure and as she tried to spit on you once again put a ballgag in her mouth.

THORN: <Not too tight?>

SMITH : <Asshole! Just fuck me already, we don't have all day.>

This was as close as consent as you would ever get from her on a day like this. You only had to get on with it now, not the first time you imagined. The lithesome blonde spitfire who'd be sure to buck and squirm under you as you tried to get inside her, or the much more passive Williams who lay on the bed with her legs slightly spread looking at you with an excitement in her eyes that you could not ignore.

The last thing to do was to choose.

Would your first be the bound blonde, struggling and insulting you or the dark skined amazon laying with her legs open welcoming you?