Epiloge: a day in your new life

After a very restful night, you awake and begin getting dressed in last nights clothing. It is a dominatrix style, long jacket, with a wide neck. The top button you leave undone to reveal a bit of your cleavage. The line of buttons travels from your right breast to your right hip, where a slit exposes your smooth leg.

The outfit was made out of shiny and expensive Gracken leather. Giving it the nice quality of being able to stick to your skin like stretched latex and slide or billow like soft silk.

It had been a gift attached with a note requesting that you meet with Agent Rith, the Syndicate's head of intelligence in this sector.

Thinking of naughty agent, you say "I show you a wonderful time last night. And you didn't bother making me breakfast in bed."

"Mime mforry mmamm" she apologised through her gag. Of course, being partially suspended from the ceiling prevented her from moving anywhere let alone making breakfast. You do wonder how much sleep she got slumped in the harness, a hook up her ass, weights hanging from her nipples, and only the toes of one foot touching the ground. However, you weren't completely cruel; there is puddle of orgasms on the floor, and the vibrator in her pussy is still on high.

"Well I'm going to head out. I have a busy day ahead of me." After replacing the vibrator with your fingers you add "your already late for work, so I suspect someone will come looking for you soon."

"mMo! pfase maam mot mfat!" she begs.

"What's the matter?" you tease. "You don't want your staff to find out their bitch boss is actually a closet submissive?"

She shakes her head, but her pussy tells you she wouldn't mind too much. You take out your fingers and wipe them on her face, before once again securing the dildo. You untie some of the ropes holding her up but walk away, leaving her to balance with the more painful ropes still biting into her. You let her stew as you put on your the high heeled ankle boots that she had been kind enough to lick clean last night. You consider putting your panties on as well but decide to leave them stuffed in the slut's mouth.

"Oh, okay," you finally say after staring into her pleading eyes. "I'll attach a lock pick to your ankle." You prepare to leave before adding "I don't know when your aid will come looking for you, but that video we made will be sent out in a little over an hour." She lets out a panicked squeal and twists around hanging painfully as she tries to bring her ankle up to her cuffed hands.

A little under an hour later you are watching Terrador's busy streets from your favourite cafe. The now dressed executive rushes out of her apartment looking exhausted yet satisfied. You knew she would be able to pick the locks with time to spare. When its actually time to reveal just how much of a submissive slut she is, her office will find their boss naked and hogtied.You sit with the skirt of your coat hanging wide open; your crossed legs hinting at their lack of underwear, goading someone to try something. But you have earned a reputation of always having multiple weapons and correction devices hidden on you at all times.

Next to you is a side table? serving platter? waitress? You aren't sure of the slaves job title. She is holding her large breasts to create a bowl currently filled with a ten-planet fruit salad. You idly take a piece of fruit and turn your attention back to the former Zarthurian Princess, only wearing her tiara, that is expertly pleasuring her client. It is important to check up on the slaves you have trained.

A series of whistles and catcalls alert you to Blue Bitch's arrival. She isn't the most naked **** on the street--wearing lingerie and a blouse--but her perfect figure makes her the sexiest.

The tiny triangle in her thong is made of the same transparent blue material as her stockings, leaving the control device poking out of her wet slit visible. The triangles over her breasts were also made of the same material. Her blouse was slightly more opaque but still sheer enough that her purple nipples are clearly visible. The cold air of the simulated morning had made her nipples erect and they stretched the thin fabrics of her outfit. A supervisor drone is hovering ahead of her, holding her lead. You would have liked to make her crawl, but she needs practice walking in six-inch heels. it is hard to be intimidating when your co-dominatrix is stumbling over a rug.

You still can't believe the syndicate gave you such a beautiful creature. You had been ready to sign, but as an after thought said "throw in that blue bitch and it's a deal." Now she is all yours. Your face to sit on all night. Your tits to bind and tease. Your ass to whip whenever you feel like. Your pussy to punish if she takes too long to walk over here.

She yelps in that delightfully musical way and doubles her speed, making it to you just as you deliver the third encouraging shock.

With a flip of a switch on the remote strapped to your thigh, the smart cuffs magnetically holding her wrists together behind her back turn off. "Get yourself some breakfast, and let's plan our day" you order.

She exposes her inner slut by ordering a bowl of Turnk cum. While she waits for it to arrive she deploys her compact computer and begins reading. "Mr. Salmoe says Kitten is particularly disobedient lately, and you may borrow her at any time if you wish. He just requests you try not to completely break her spirit."

"That could be interesting." You interrupt and she dutifully flags it. Kitten wasn't one of the many slaves you brought in. She used to be Mr. Salmoe's co-worker who had let her guard down at the wrong time. And Mr. Salmoe had decided a women named Kitten would be better off as his ****; he even gave her some augments to mach her name. She is a little reminder that the Syndicate can be dangerous even to its friends

"There is a new list of bounties, but most of them are small time thugs. I didn't think any would be worth your time."

"Probably right, but we can go over it together later."

"Speaking of bounties Jane Corris has submitted her report."

You press and hold a button on your remote, she lets out a soft violin like whine. "I have a personal assistant so I don't have to remember names," you inform her.

"She is the one tracking down Dr. Krizack." When your stern expression (you have a half dozen contacts trying to hunt down the elusive doctor) doesn't change she adds "she is quite slender you often call her small tits but also sometimes scrawny ass or skinny bitch." You smile knowing the scrumptious morsel she is talking about. "You had asked her for the location of Dr. Krizack's secondary lab, but she only suggested a few systems," tattles your gorgeous assistant.

You think for a moment. Always eager for someone (even herself) to be disciplined Blue Bitch has a habit of ratting people out prematurely. This time it won't be her: you tell her, "Schedule an interstellar call with her."

She makes a note, then continues "The automated **** trainer pinged me saying that the sluts are about to finish the ten hour rest they earned."

"We should deal with that first" you instruct.

You skewer a delicious looking berry with your fork, and poke the equally delicious melon underneath, making your side-table wince. Another **** delivers the bowl of cum to Blue Bitch, who starts taking spoonfuls as she explains that the repairs for Brut0X have been completed.

Blue Bitch continues detailing the numerous requests for your time. The syndicate sure keeps you busy. You would find it stressful if you didn't love your job so much. "Oh and one more just came in an Agent Rith has asked you to meet her tonight to discuss the some new interrogation equipment that just arrived."

"We'll help her tonight if there is time." You add "tell her to wear a thong" as you leave, your day planned.

Walking down the street, you ogle Blue Bitch. Is she goading you? She is swaying her hips a little more than usual. She stumbles and her breasts rub against your arm. "I am sorry ma'am" she sings in that sultry voice of hers. "My sincere apologies ma'am" Whatever her game is you've had enough. A few taps to your remote and her cuffs become magnetically attracted to a pipe behind her. She is pulled back a foot and her bracelets clack against the pipe.

You pounce onto her, kissing those big pouty lips. Grabbing the back of her head with your left hand, you **** a deeper kiss. Her tongue explores your mouth; she has a habit of reaching all the right places with it. With your right hand you reach under your coat and begin rubbing your wet slit. Your other hand roughly tilts her head to the side allowing you suck her neck and bite her ear. She screams in pleasure as you nibble and nuzzle.

Relaxing your ****, you take a half step back. Your left hand drifts down to her boobs and pinches those perky purple pleasure points. She moans into your mouth as you plant quick, tender kisses on her lips. She struggles against her bonds desperately wanting to return your pleasure.

Your fingers in your pussy are enjoyable, but you know she can do better. You take a step back, and she whimpers as you break the kiss. After another step back you remove the wet fingers from your pussy and point on the ground in front of you. "Kneel." She strains against the pipe, willing to rip her arms of rather than disobey you. When you remotely turn off her cuffs she stumbles forward. Recovering she kneels at your feet. With one foot, you step over her bringing your crotch to her willing mouth. You straddle her upturned face. She licks expertly as you stroke her feathers to encourage her and dry your hand. A small crowd has gathered to watch. Public displays of affection are common--one watcher is a Lintoan fucking a ****--but passersby always seem to enjoy your shows. You release your orgasmic juices into Blue Bitch's thirsty mouth and take a moment leaning on her face to recover before walking on.

It isn't long before you pass a brothel and hear a familiar voice. "Please sir, my owner doesn't fuck me hard enough. You look strong enough to give me the rough fucking I deserve." This particular brothel always has two of its slaves on display by its entrance. "Young miss, you look quite cruel. If you were to punish me I would be most grateful." It is none other than Melodia and she is on her knees with a pleading look in her eyes, naked except for thigh high boots and a collar. The collar is a bit bulky; it has to contain the transaction and monitory equipment necessary for a rentable ****.

"Do you really think any of these customers will be able to treat you properly" You say, approaching the kneeling whore.

On hearing your voice she turns and crawls towards as quickly as she can before her leash yanks her back. "Ma'am please rent me no one else commands pain and pleasure like you" she replies. It may just be your ego, but she does seem to be speaking honestly.

You pass your wallet chip over her collar; the leash automatically unclips itself, signifying that she is now yours, at least for the day. "Put on a smart harness and that emerald butt plug then catch up" you order as you walk away. The smart harness is like the smart cuffs on steroids, numerous leather strips punctuated by magnetic attraction points. It of course leaves the tits and pussy bare.

When Melodia catches up you sync your remote to her harness before locking her wrists and elbows together behind her back. Certainly uncomfortable for the ****, but fortunately for her, she likes it that way. Standing behind her, you can barely see the jewelled end of her butt plug between her ass crack. Yon know she has nowhere to run, and wouldn't if she could, but you still attach a leash to her oversized collar. Leading your two slaves you walk to the '**** box' to complete your first task of the day.

The '**** box' is a fantastic piece of infrastructure set up by the syndicate. It is one of the tools they use to produce such a sizeable amount of well trained sex slaves. An automated dungeon, you use it to break and train slaves while hunting down targets across the galaxy or are otherwise busy. Numerous robotic mechanism move slaves and bind them. Another set of arms simulate an impressive variety of genitals. And a final set punishes slaves that refuse to or improperly pleasure the synthetic organs. In one such room Blue Bitch is cuffed embracing the hogtied Melodia. A forked Turnk cock pounds their pussies; A Gavleth penis rubs itself between their tits. Even a fake Oo'lick crotch is between their beautiful faces. Your assistant is madly sucking the artificial cunt, and Melodia's tongue is up the fake crotch's ass.

It would be so hard to drag your eyes from the passionate pair if you weren't equally interested in the smugglers you recently captured. They we're part of Omicron Transports; an organisation that had recently challenged the Syndicate and was now on the run.

Despite being unrelated the two shipmates look remarkably similar passing as the same person for some of their schemes. They have the same blonde hair, the same blue-green eyes, the same gorgeous figures, even getting the same tongue piercings in a sickeningly sweet show of solidarity. Although a hands on inspection revealed some differences. Like that the second slut had larger areolas; she didn't seem as interested in this fact as you were.

Slut Two tumbles into the **** room, awoken as the floor she slept on turned into a wall. She is naked and unrestrained. Though her neck, wrists and ankles are encircled by metal bands; these serve as a constant remainder of her fate

She glares at you a moment before she notices the chambers other occupant. When she does, she rushes over and hugs her bound and gagged shipmate. "Just stay strong, and we will find a way to escape" she comforts.

Generously, you give them a minute. Despite being stored in cells close together they haven't seen each other in over two days. Eventually robotic arms link up with the slut's cuffs and drag her away from her friend.

The arms hold her spread eagle, facing you, as more attach clamps, two to her nipples and another two to her pussy lips. Her face twitches with each bite, but she refuses to cry out. "Now," you inform her "we are going to have a little quiz. Don't worry slut one over here did well and wasn't punished too severely."

Slut Two gave a worried glance to her gagged friend, who took it as disapproval and looked down, ashamed.

"Question one: what is your name?" you ask before she can clarify.

"Captain Karra Maco."

Painful jolts of electricity **** her pussy and nipples making her jaw clench. "Actually its now Slut Two" you correct. "Next Question: what is the letter after 'D'?"

"'E'?" she hesitates thinking its a trick. A metal rod emerges from the floor and rises towards her clamped pussy. The clamps tugged her lips open, and it slides an inch into her. She looks up at you still wondering if she did get the question wrong. You answer her silent question by having the steel dildo vibrate. She, of course, represses her pleasure.

"One out of two isn't bad start. By the end of your training will you beg for cock, like a good ****?"

She blurts out "no of course not" a little too quickly. You suspect she fears the truth.

"Oh no dear, you will eagerly do many humiliating and degrading things when I'm done with you" you say, the electric shocks punctuating your words.

"Question four: which jump point does what's left of your pathetic organisation use to transfer Marium ore?"

"A-56 of Ursa VI" she answers. You smile. And she starts writhing, still refusing to scream, as electricity is pumped into her sensitive areas. You punish her from several seconds, so she is panting by the end.

You explain "the correct answer was R-14 in the Wild Hoarse Nebula. Don't bother trying to lie in the future."

She nods and you continue. "What is the square root of 309.76?" you ask. She closes her eyes trying to think. "Don't take too long" you warn.

"18.4" she guesses. She braces herself for the punishment. Instead she hears the muffled screams of her comrade. "What the hell!" she yells. "Did you hit the wrong button you clumsy bitch!"

"I don't think so. I hit the button labelled Slut One and this.." you pause and give Slut One another jolt "...happens."

"Why the fuck!? Leave her alone!"

"If you don't want her punished, you should get the future questions right."

"That last one wasn't even fair! How the hell was I supposed to know that" She is fuming.

You continue on "Question Six: as a Syndicate fuck toy will you be treated fairly?"

Your haphazard questioning continues: who co-ordinates your organization's raids? Do you deserve to be ass fucked everyday? What number am I thinking of? What is two plus two? Where is the Marium ore dropped off? You of course know all the answers already; that's not what this is about. The metal dildo vibrates arbitrarily and slowly slides into her wetting vagina. Thrice you ask if she would like to cum and the second two times she answers correctly. You give her subtle shocks as the vibrators bring her to orgasm. If she associates pain with pleasure she will enjoy her future as a sex **** a lot more.

Towards the end of the session she hangs exhausted, but is still defiant and hasn't screamed yet. "Don't worry, we are almost done. Question sixty-seven: who do Slut One's tits belong to?" Her face fills with worry. Slut One had received some particularly nasty shocks the last time Slut Two refused to humiliate her friend. Now she was faced with the dilemma of causing more pain or degrading her further. She looks down unable to make eye contact with her friend or you, finally answering "the Sirius Syndicate."

You decided to push things. "Answer in a complete sentence."

After another moment of thought, she restates "Slut One's tits, along with the rest of her whorish body, belong to the Sirius Syndicate."

"No need to be rude" you mock. "'Her breasts belong to the Sirus Syndicate' would have been fine." Continuing, you ask "have you two ever had sex?"

"No" she answers plainly.

"Final question: have you ever wanted to or fantasized about having sex with her?"

"No."

"Really?" you are a little surprised. "After all that time alone together? even if you do think she is whorish?"

"I know this is hard for a pervert like you to understand," she bites back. "But you can build a strong friendship without sex." You know it is possible just not very fun.

Now that you have quizzed both of them, you execute a macro to shift them around. Robotic arms **** a ring gag into Slut Two's mouth. A short chain is attached to her tongue piercing. And she is flipped upside down. She watches her friend's gag and most of her bonds be removed. Slut One similarly receives a chain and ring-gag. They are then bound together in a 69 position. Straps encircle them, and the two-inch chains connect their tongues to a clamp on their friend's labia. With the ring-gags stretching their mouths open and their tongues chained so closely to the other's pussy communication is impossible, verbal communication anyway. The finishing touch is to put visors and headphones on each of their heads. It is hypnotizing watching the methodical efficiency of the robotic arms executing the pre-planned tasks.

Before leaving you speak to Slut Two through her headphones. "Just so you know Slut One answered the last question a little differently. Don't think less of her. We both know that she has already forgiven you for causing her the additional pain." The robotic arms start to slowly rotate them. You set up a six hour playlist of porn movies to be streamed to their visors and headphones. Each film has an aspect of lesbianism and BDSM, and everyone of them is cruelly soft-core. Lastly you make sure the system is recording them; you want to know who is first to tentatively lick their fellow sex ****.