A very Iah-rate Ex.

"I'm not that predictable am I? I try to keep things spicy." you say while looking for your hunter in the reflection a shard of broken glass held around the corner.

"Not too often. You're quite clever for a Human, but then again..." a shot rings out, disintegrating your mini-mirror and almost your fingers, causing you to drop the remaining fragment just as quickly. "I know how to track you better then anyone else ****."

You giggle with nervous delight as your distraction keeps her eyes trained on you, and not the mirrored office window across the street which offers a perfect view of your Hunter, Velina.

Velina. Of ALL your 'Admirers'...or as the general public call them, Bounty Hunters, she is the one you actually respect. Her pale red skin, almost salmon in color, gives away as Iah Kuruh. Well that and the massive 10 inch dick and athletic body she doesn't bother to conceal. Your heart palpates at the sight of her, the copper taste of adrenaline fills your mouth, and your lower lips instantly moisten at the sight of her. Terror and lust intermingle before the one who enslaved you.

Currently kneeling beside a car to provide some minor cover, her violet eyes trained on your position while you see her reach for something hidden on her webbing. You pull out a few of your own toys in response.

"Not your **** anymore, Mistress" you emphasize the last word with immense sarcasm. She pulls out a odd little device shaped like a grenade and readjusts the plasma rifle she has trained on the dumpster that is standing between her and her prize i.e. you. Velina smirks.

"You and I both know your true Mistress Fucktoy, and your pussy has never forgotten." you blush and subconsiously reach between your legs at the sound of your **** name. The one that was tattooed in Iah Kuruh right above your pussy for so long. You'd never admit it, especially to her, but it took years to finally decide to get rid of that mark of submission. The spiraling Iah Kuruh text tattooed above your vag brought back too many happy memories every time you shoved something inside you. It was just far too sexy to read every time you thrust your fingers into your pussy, imagining all the countless days spent helplessly yoked with no other choice than to love every single thing she shoved inside you...or when she would relentlessly pound your wet, eager holes like the proper little Fuck Toy you loved being.

Shaking your head and snapping back into reality, you arm the flashpod to active, close your eyes and toss it out, just as she goes to chuck her grenade at your cover. The pod detonates in midair as you hear a painful yelp, another loud 'Paff' goes off as your eyes open to see Velina covered in a large grey cloud, the results of her own grenade going off near her. You sprint down the alley as the car beside the graceful Huntress begins to melt and crumple.

'Nano-bots? Damn, she has been upgrading her arsenal.' you think while approaching the Ponygirl. She squirms and cries out from behind her gag, like a flailing damsel in distress that looks up at you, her valiant hero/future Mistress. It's hard to contain your laughter at her belief that you would save her. Running WOULD be the best and obvious option here as Velina always did have a one track mind and would probably ignore her... But on the other hand, you never were one for the obvious choice, she does writhe and moan so sexily in her latex harness, you REALLY wouldn't mind a sexy Ponygirl/Maid for the ship, and lastly your Ex-Mistress is distracted not only by being blinded but also a cloud of nano-tech. Perhaps it's time to switch things up?

'Fuck it.'

Hefting the porcelain skinned beauty in a fireman's carry, you go dash down the alley through a spiderweb of streets and corners of the city. This area of the city is thankfully built like a massive maze of office buildings, shanty town houses, and shops. After escaping the tangle of alleys, you find yourself on a busy street. You take a moment to lean against a wall and catch your breath. The crowd shuffling by with not a care that you are carrying a Ponygirl over your shoulder. The moment doesn't last long as the tell tale sound of feet running towards your location.

'Impossible...how could she navigate that!?' You press the ankle bracelets on your heels, causing them to shift into tight flat shoes that suppress sound, un-holster 'Lisa' and pick the girl up. You duck back into and weave through more labyrinthine alleys and shop fronts, however it comes to no avail, as she seems to be gaining on the two of you. You turn and sprint down another street until a plasma shot cracks off the side of the wall to your right, causing you to duck left into another alleyway. You lean out from the corner and fire off a few rounds in return which causes the crowds to scatter as your former Mistress rolls into cover. Her chuckling rings over the shots.

"Still a crack shot I see Fuck Toy. Your Mistress approves of your escapades, maybe I'll even reward you for them, but it's time you were collared again."

You laugh as loudly in response and throw a sleeping gas grenade in her direction. However Velina always was a surgeon with that rifle, which she proves by shooting the grenade out of the air, causing the gas to explode too far up and disperses.

"You gave up calling yourself Mistress when you sold my sweet ass to some cut rate slut in thigh highs and a flogger. How IS Miss Tarvan anyway?"

A quick duck behind the wall prevents a dozen rounds from hitting you. A glance at the alley next to you shows it continuing in two ways. While you overhear the pale red Huntress laugh at your question.

"If you must know, She goes by Worthless Domme now. You christened her as a **** when you left her tied in that humiliating position. She never did recover from the shock of the situation... At least, we felt she never could and sold her into slavery instead."

The urge to laugh is too much to take, remembering the day of your escape from Tarvan's home. She had been left dangling from the ceiling with a crotch rope mashing her aching testicles, her tits and cock almost dark purple from both the bindings and the teasing you did on her when she woke up. The look on her face was one of furious hate, though the large penis gag you had strapped to her mouth kept both it and her throat pre-occupied. You had written about a dozen statements about her poor skills as a Domme all over her body, with the last touch being a shock rod propped up to zap the tip of her engorged member when she swayed back and forth. Something so humiliating done to an Iah Kuruh, doubly so from a Human, was impossible to live down.

"Most of the graffiti you gave her we stylized better and tattooed it all over her. Her new name was due to the one you quickly wrote on her cheek."

"HA! Well, I was in a rush at the time."

"But no need to worry about that. A few months of heavy bondage, **** and being used as my personal cock sleeve? I'll have you nice and broken and then you'll have plenty of time to catch up with her... locked side by side either in a glory hole or a punishment wall."

"Mmmm, as pleasing as that sounds Lin," She growls loud enough for you to hear it across the street as a dozen rounds splinter the bricks near you. "Gonna have to decline that idea. You got lucky catching me once, it won't happen again."

"Erika, I caught you because I figured you out completely years ago. Your first mistake is you're too submissive and compassionate. The ponygirl next to you proves that, most others would leave her on the ground where a **** like her belongs."

You pull out and drop another smoke grenade in an effort to obscure running into the alley, pondering her words while gazing over at the quivering Luxvan at your side, she whimpers quietly and holds onto you for dear life. 'How does she know I took the ponygirl with m....oh.' it hits you like a freight train. A quick press on your visor and sure enough, a powerful tracking device has been planted in her collar.

"Your second mistake girl? Not getting an up to date detailed map of the city itself, which in turn leads to your third mistake of ducking into an alleyway with only one other exit and a dead end....well let's just say this has just been sport to me. Come out quietly and I promise I'll be gentle."