Clunk Click Plug Gag

"Where's the key?" Luke asked Gord, catching the **** glance his superior officer threw him as he rubbed his thighs together, feeling the cold metal digging into his female groin. Rene nodded slightly, if Luke got the key to the heavy padlock he could unlock him later...

"My lord has it." Gord said brusquely. "The Bendari bint will be free of the flower basket when he's ready to pluck her personally, and no sooner." Gord dug around in the sack he had pulled the steel belt from and produced a bundles of straps attached to a...

"Training gag too, he wants her to get used to having her mouth filled to the brim." Rene blinked, the black rubbery shaft on what Gord called a training gag was very clearly meant to represent a penis but its length and girth, there was no way that, that THING would fit in his mouth. He'd ****! Gord tilted his head, studying Rene's small female features. "She's Bendari, fourth generation you said?"

Luke nodded. "From the Royal **** compound in Bendar itself, but still..."

"Good. That means she'll have no gag reflex and she won't strangle on it." Before Rene could object or Luke could stop him Gord gripped Rene's chin in one big hand and squeezed the side of his jaw, forcing his mouth open. He pulled at the ropes holding his small hands above his head, he wanted this to STOP!, Luke had an emergency recall transmitter, they could reverse the initial needlecast transfer and he'd be back on board the ship, in his real body and they could make different plans, maybe try again later... the plug was pushed past his writhing lips, into his mouth, deeper, impossibly far down his throat. He tried to swallow, he'd not be able to breathe but somehow he kept breathing freely. Was this another outcome of the Bendari breeding program? He squeezed muscles in his throat and mouth he didn't know he had, trying to push the obscene obstruction back out but Gord had the gag straps quickly secured behind his head, over his copious hair and tightened the buckles one by one, fixing the plug deep in his throat and preventing it from being dislodged. Rene felt his lower jaw distend in a way that would have been painful even for his bigger male mouth but this girl's bone structure and tendons seemed to be, well, designed to deal with such an outsized intrusion and it was no more than discomforting and extremely unpleasant.

Rene blinked desperately at Luke, do something! Get me out of this! as Gord turned away but Luke could only shrug his hands. Rene tried to make some kind of noise, to express his wishes, to somehow order Luke to issue the recall but the plug's intrusion took away what little voice he had in this ****-bred body.

"Ah, one problem Gord. She's not been baned yet," Luke said. "We'll have to ungag her for that, won't we?" Rene sagged in relief in the rope's embrace, of course! This body had still to receive its initial dose of **** bane. That would be bad, sure enough if the stories he had heard about its effects on a female body like the one he currently inhabited but at least the gag would come out. When that happened he could order Luke to recall them to the ship and safety, the mission be damned and the girl's original psyche could be left to deal with the **** bane's pernicious effects.

"No **** bane for this one, m'lord instructed." Gord shrugged. "My lord's recently employed a subordinate who's interested in, ah, experimenting with slaves and he wants an unsullied girl who's not under the influence of **** bane to use as, what did he call it, a 'control natural' or something like that?" Gord shook his head. "Doesn't make sense to me but my lord's new underling was quite insistent, he wants to see what a Bendari-bred girl is like before she gets mind-broken by the ****. Now bring her to the ship, it'll be dark soon and we need to get her caged onboard for the night." Gord looked off down to the water's edge where Kyra was lying on her back in the sand, legs high and wide and getting heartily fucked by one of the sailors while two others waited their turn with grins on their faces. "We need to keep that she-devil Kyra away from her too."

Luke reached over Rene's head and undid the ropes holding his tiny hands to the **** ring above his head. Luke shook his head slightly, picking up the chain leash attached to the steel collar locked around Rene's slim neck. "I'll try and sort something out on board the ship," he whispered as Rene tried to pull away from him, to somehow communicate his orders to his subordinate but it was no use.

"Come on, Rene." Luke said loudly as Gord turned to observe. He pulled on the leash and Rene stumbled forward, off balance, his heavy oversized breasts swaying from side to side. Luke strode off down towards the beach and Rene was **** to follow at the end of the leash, taking three scurrying steps to match the much larger man's single pace. The 'flower basket' thing dug into his crotch at each step, its padlock rapping against the groin shield with a hateful clunk! clunk! clunk! sound, each impact transmitting disturbing sensations to the soft tissues behind the metal plate. He didn't want this to be happening to him, he wanted it to end but the reality of the body he currently inhabited was absolute, right here right now he was a female Bendari-bred **** on Acteon and, it seemed, he was going to stay that way for some time longer. At least it won't be for TOO much longer, he consoled himself. He was really a Confederation officer, a man after all. This degrading experience couldn't go on forever.