An Illegal BDSM Kit

Unlike your usual shipment's the object in the box wasn't a brick of radioactive material, a dangerous energy weapon, or anything of those types. Comparatively, it was a relatively innocent looking set of two items: a small remote with a holographic screen displaying the word start and a block segmented metallic box whose purpose you could only imagine. Your client had specifically said that the device was of a perverse nature and illegal in the core worlds, but there hardly seemed to be much kinky about a metal block.

You stepped away from the open box, passing the room impatiently. Refueling tended to take hours on end and it would likely only take longer for the uncouth crew to bribe officials and pick up more illegal travelers. You take another glance back at the item in the box.

If you couldn't get to your buyer, you'd have to sell it to someone else. It'd be a little hard to send it out to the black market as "Unspecified Sex Toy and Remote", that probably wouldn't advertise just how expensive it apparently was.

"Maybe it's something inside the box," You mutter to yourself, trying to pull the metallic prism free. It ended up being far heavier than it looked, likely dense from whatever was hidden inside.

"Well...maybe this opens it," You mutter to yourself, reaching for the remote, unaware how big of a mistake that was.

There was an ominous ping as your finger grazed the start button. The metallic cube shuddered, suddenly rising from the box under its own anti-gravitational field and floating overhead. The segmented areas whirled, unfurling into a series of four mechanical legs. Yet rather than ending in feet, they ended in leather cuffs.

"Initiating Domme Protocols," A digital female voice spoke up from the holographic screen. An animated winking face even appeared on it playfully.

"Domme...Proto-WAH!" You suddenly cry out as one of the mechanical arms snaps at your ankle, the leather cuff securing itself tightly. It drags backwards knocking you off balance. You hit the cold metallic floor head first, sending pain through your skull. In a dazed state, you feel the leather-clawed arms snap out again, grabbing hold of your other ankle and your wrists. They spread out, holding you spread eagle as the core device rises up, holding you suspended.

"Hey, what the fu-"

"3D Printing Gag," The feminine AI cuts you off as a fifth arm emerges, this one ending in a pair of laser emitters. They point towards your face and release a spray of bluish light. In the wake on the light, a stiff blue resin is left behind, forming a flawless plastic gag that covers your entire mouth from ear to ear, not unlike a strip of tape.

"MMMPH!" You shout at the AI-equipped device on your desk, now getting a sense for why this might be illegal. Unfortunately things are just getting started as the AI...

1. ...continues her bondage programming
2. ...calls in a "partner" from the passenger or crew list
3. ...initiates a different fetish protocol against your bound form