Go All Out.

You look at small, timid Reinna and consider the situation. The best method for getting back the drive, or at least learning more about where it might be kept, is to get a one-on-one with Ms. Velvet. The best way to do that is to win this contest. And the best way to do that is to show these people the best damned BDSM show you can muster. Reinna knew what she was signing up for. Besides, the damage won't be permanent.

"First step is to get you ready. So get out of those clothes."

Reinna blinks and follows you as you make your way to one of the trunks containing equipment and toys.

"Uh, excuse me?"

Without looking back at her you tell her, "Look around. This isn't exactly a cloister. No one will even notice your birthday suit. And this will go a lot easier for you with a little prep."

Reinna looks around and her eyes widen at what she sees. Not only are there several people walking around in fetish gear but many of them are getting naked right out in the open. A few are even staying that way at the behest of their masters and mistresses. In fact, one very domineering looking woman in a black dress just a few meters away is forcing some latex clad man to eat her out, not caring at all that you both glance at them from time to time.

"I guess that makes sense..." Reinna murmurs.

She demurely lifts up her dress, eyes constantly scanning for someone watching her but not seeming to catch your glances. Beneath is a surprisingly nice purple lace bra and panty set which she also removes along with her shoes and leggings. An attendant approaches and offers to take your team number and clothing to be secured. You make sure your pistol is stored carefully in a zipped pocket and strip down as well to save the girl a trip.

Reinna stands awkwardly, eyes still darting about, as you pour through the trunk. There are the vibrators, dildos, and bottles of lubricant one would expect, along with a few surprises. The first you take out is a simple black silk blindfold. You stand behind Reinna and place your hands onto her shoulders.

"Do you trust me?" you ask.

She nods stiffly.

"I need you to say the words. And until we're done here, call me Ma'am."

She nods again, a bit more confidently, and says, "I trust you. Ma'am."

You slowly place the blindfold against her eyes and tie it snuggly around her skull. You guide her awkwardly to a wall and have her lean against it for now. You gather a few more supplies and stow them away in a large satchel you find in a side compartment. Next, you need to figure out your own outfit. Nudity is certainly an option you've never been afraid of but you're still somewhat self-conscious about your new appendage and want to make a good impression. You compromise with yourself and find smooth white elbow length gloves and heeled boots that come up past your knees. Other than these you wear nothing but a matching white mask over your eyes, a stark contrast to your dark mocha colored skin.

Meanwhile, Reinna waits patiently for your return. You stalk silently until you're almost touching her. Then you faintly kiss her for a fraction of an instant. She tenses but then relaxes. You do it again and this time when you leave her lips try to follow yours. You kiss her again, hard, and stay there. She sighs and melts into your embrace, hands showing clear approval of your continued exposure as they travel along your spine and tease your firm ass. Your hands do some appreciating of their own but much more fiercely. You maul her breasts, drag your fingernails down her sides, and constrict your hands gently against her throat. She starts to pant in no time and widens her stance to give you better access to her needy hole. You ignore her silently plea and instead run your teeth and tongue along her neck, arms, stomach, and sides. She swoons and clutches at the wall, fully at your mercy. You finally arrive at her waiting cunt, the scent proving she's more than ready, and decide to give her a little more. Your tongue darts across her lips and she writhes and moans above you. But just as quickly as you started, you finish, standing and reaching into your satchel. Reinna feels out for you in vain and you use the opportunity to slap a ring of metal around each of her wrists. While she feels the newly adorned devices you place another pair around each ankle.

"Do you trust me?" you repeat.

"Yes, Ma'am," she breathes easily.

"Number thirteen! Last call!"

You turn and see an angry looking worker urging you towards the open curtain. You thumb a small remote and the cuffs thrum softly. Each emits a pale blue field of energy inside of their circumference which collides with Reinna's skin. You were shocked to find a military grade restraint system but also fortunate. With your background, you may be the only person here with knowledge of how to operate the system. With a small yelp, Reinna is suspended a few centimeters off the floor. You key a few commands and reposition her arms and legs into a T pose, one foot place right in front of the other.

"Let's go put on a show," you say with a grin she cannot see.

"Aurora, wait a second!"

She gives another little shriek as you command the suspension device to propel her towards the stage.

You give her ass a playful slap and say, "That's Ma'am to you."

You walk out on stage, preceding right behind the floating Reinna. The crowd goes wild at your appearance and Reinna panics, face twitching towards every new noise. You guide her to the end of the runway stage and set down your satchel. You thumb the remote once more and Reinna's legs spread open by several degrees and puts her pussy on display for all to enjoy. You retrieve three small pill looking objects and silently begin pressing them to Reinna's nipples and right above her clit. Each one has a small button you press which causes it to adhere to her flesh.

"Aurora, what's going on?" hisses Reinna.

You quickly grab a thin rod from the bag and swing it hard against her ass. Reinna cries out but can only move within the confines of her restraints. The rod flexes with the strike and leaves a thin red line across both her cheeks.

"You will address me properly," you tell her in a firm, cool voice.

She takes a few breaths and asks, "Um, Ma'am? What's...?!"

Before she can finish you twist the bottoms of the small devices and they begin to audibly vibrate against her sensitive skin. Reinna tenses up and pushes against her restraints with zero success. The crowd is silent as you proceed and you're not sure if that's good or not. All the other teams got a mixture of applause and jeers. But, it's too late to reconsider now. You move on to your next device, keeping the rod in hand just in case.

You now hold a dark red object, short and straight. The head portion is longer and thicker than the smooth handle and includes two prongs connected by a shimmering crimson line of energy. You present it to the audience before applying it to Reinna. You start with her arms, running the line of energy into her skin, the two beams meeting opposite sides of her arm. Reinna cries out in pain and jerks about in her confined space. You quickly remove the red line and she gasps in relief. You know from experience that the dull throbbing pain will soon grow numb and then warm and pleasant as you continue. As you begin the process again down the sides of her torso, the skin of her arms is already starting to redden where you applied the energy. By the time you start on her thighs her shouts of pain are already starting to sound more like moans. She has to bite her lips to stifle her sounds as you redden both of her ass cheeks. You end the process by deftly applying the red line to each of her breasts, circling them to completely cover her perky orbs.

When you finish, Reinna is a shaking, heaving mess. You set the device back into the bag then spin on your heel, teeth gnashing together. You lash out with the rod, once, twice, three times across each of her thighs, right on the side red spots you've just created.

"Stop!" she cries. "Ow! Please!"

"Stop!" Whack! "Please!" Whack! "What?!" Whack, whack, whack!

"Ma'am! Ma'am! Ma'am! Ma'am!" she starts to chant as you move the rod to her arms, her stomach, her tits, always moving so she can't predict the next blow.

You pause for a moment and growl, "I'll stop when I feel like it! You have no control here!"

Finally, you start to gently swap at her pussy, the tip of the rod harshly grazing her clit over and over again, as well as shifting it towards the small vibrator just above it. Reinna's cries of anguish become whimpers of need, her hips instinctively moving away from the source of such overwhelming sensation. Then you stop. Reinna hangs loosely in the suspension field, chest heaving as she fights to catch her breath. You slowly glide the rod over her reddened flesh, some spots sporting even darker red lines within them now. She flinches but has **** but to endure.

"You are mine," you sigh musically. "A plaything. A toy. To be used and discarded at my whim."

You run the rod down her spine and she quakes like a leaf on the wind. You step away again and she sags once more, only this time she seems more relaxed than exhausted. You leave her like that for several heartbeats, slowly circling around her as if deciding whether or not to deliver the final blow. The audience is still deathly silent and your own blood pounds in your ears. You pussy is drenched, your cock throbbing, and it takes everything in your power not to start beating off to her quivering form.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

You deliver three severe blows right to her pussy. Reinna screams as though in agony. But when you arm pulls away she is shaking and still screaming like a banshee. Under the bright lights it's plain to see the leaking trail of girl cum that flows down her legs like a spring thaw. From this close you can actually see her pussy lips contracting again and again. Biting your lip, you toss the rod aside and step toward her. Remote in hand, you thumb the commands quickly until she floats on her back a half meter off the ground. She only seems to notice the change in posture as you grab her hips and prepare to slide into her.

You both howl as you easily slip half your massive length into her. You immediately start to fuck her like a wild beast, like a **** rutting animal. Reinna screams and thrashes as much as the field will allow her.

"Fuck me, Ma'am! Oh stars, please! Fuck me, Ma'am!"

You oblige her. You almost lose your footing thanks to the damn heels but you keep it together, her pussy juices slapping against your abs each time you ram into her. She starts to contort beneath you and you quickly pull out and step to the side. Just as you do a stream of cum ejaculates out of her quivering pussy, spraying the floor and even reaching the closest table. She continues to yell as you reposition her once again, now flipping her head towards the floor. You line her mouth up with your cock and muffle her moans with your meat. She groans in pleasure as you fuck her throat, quickly reaching climax and pulling out to finish all across her chest. Copious amounts of semen dribble down her tits to land on her chin and cheeks.

All is quiet. The only sound you hear is Reinna's muttering gasps and occasional slurping at any cum that comes within range of her searching tongue. Then, an uproar. The audience launches to their feet and clap for you, every single one of them. Blinking a few times, you take a bow. Then you remember Reinna and right her into another T pose. Her head sways and you help her give a sort of half bow before grabbing your gear and leading her backstage.

Once behind the curtain you remove the toys, the restraints, and the blindfold. Reinna's eyes are rolled up into her head.

You gently rub her cheek and call out, "Reinna? You still with me?"

"What's it?" she asks groggily, her eyes fluttering into focus.

"Had me worried for a second."

You pull out a tube of cream from the satchel and start applying it to her sore spots.

"This should have you feeling normal in no time."

She shakes her head and sobs, "I don't wanna feel normal."

You cock and eyebrow, "What's that?"

She shakes her head, "Sorry. Head's all messed up. I really...I mean I never...EVER...I have a lot to think about."

You smile and let her avert her eyes in silence while you apply the cream. As you finish, you hear the approach of sharp footsteps behind you. You turn and spot a woman wearing a tight fitting business suit, including a short pencil skirt and clacking heels. Her hair is deathly straight, cut down to her shoulders, and colored a pale, almost sky blue that matches her pale skin and sharp cheek bones. She's holding your and Reinna's folded clothes in her arms.

She hands them off to you and says, "That was quite a show. You've won the patrons' votes and so Ms. Velvet has invited you to her suite. If you'd please follow me."

You both start to get dressed while she waits like an android on standby. Reinna has difficulty standing and you help her get halfway dressed.

"You go on ahead," she sighs. "I'm just gonna rest a little while."

"Food and beverages will be provided at the bar if necessary," says the stoic woman.

You leave Reinna behind and are led to a flight of stairs and taken to the third floor of the building in total silence. The hallways are richly adorned and dotted with unmarked doors all bearing security pads. She leads you to the end of one such hall and waves a hand over the pad, giving off a chime and opening the door. Inside is an ostentatious office bigger than the inside of your ship. One entire wall is a holographic display of a calm ocean, twin stars high on the horizon. The other walls bear either massive bookshelves stuffed with tomes, genuine bound paper, or erotic paintings. Seated behind a large desk and dressed in a wavy blue gown is a tall, rail thin woman with lightly painted cheeks and dark eyeliner. Her chestnut hair is bound into a long braid that hangs down in front of her left shoulder and holds several glistening gems held within pins. She smiles as you enter and waves away the blue haired woman who bows and shuts the door behind her as she goes.

You scan the room and spot no obvious security. You know from experience that only means the security won't be obvious. No way someone this successful on this harsh of a moon is that stupid. You step carefully into the room, certain to stay on the direct route that leads to her desk.

She smiles at your approach and says, "Congratulations. Won't you sit and have some coffee? I'd love to hear some more about you, if you don't mind."

In front of her desk are two lushly cushioned chairs with wooden end tables bearing fresh fruits, empty cups, and a metal pot on a warming plate. You take a seat but forgo any food.

"No thank you. If it's alright with you, I have a request."

She folds her hands in her lap and sighs, "Straight to business then? Fine. What favor do you ask of me?"

"I need Bran Ratchet's data drive back."

She pauses for a moment, her face a mask, then smiles.

"I thought I recognized the other woman. I didn't think Bran would have his own daughter perform for me just to get it back."

You shrug, "It was the best way to speak with you. I'd rather not make this unpleasent if it can be avoided."

"And you could certainly make this very unpleasant, couldn't you, Ms. Sonett."

It isn't a question. You narrow your eyes and remember that Dr. Arcturia knew about you before your capture.

Velvet notices your tense posture and waves a hand, "I'm no threat to you. Word of you has gotten around around town ever since you were dragged to Dr. Arcadia's doorstep. I've had plenty of time to do a background check."

"You do that for every stray she rescues?"

"It pays to be informed. Which is why I'm now curious, why do this minor job for Bran Ratchet? From what I've heard, your work on Hyperion should have paid you well enough to live like a queen for a year. A smart woman like you can make that last. Now you're on this little moon on a retrieval quest? Why?"

You cross your arms, "Not that it's any of your business, but Mr. Ratchet has skills that I require."

"I see. Well, if you're looking for friends, you've come to the right place."

She opens up a draw and throws something to you. You catch it and stare down at a small flat piece of dark metal. A data drive.

"Consider that a sign of good will towards a woman I respect. I hadn't intended for my men to steal the old boy's porn stash in any case."

You grip the drive and your eyes go wide, "'Porn stash'? That's what this is?"

She puts her fingers to her lips, "Oh, deary me! Did I say that out loud? Well, do with it what you will. If you return it to Bran, tell him I'll let this go if he does. As for you, Ms. Sonett, I'm wondering if you'd be interested in earning another new friend? And some cash, as well."

You pocket the drive and nod, "I'm listening."

"Despite rumors, some of which I admit are true, I have this town's best interests at heart. When there is no law, the people need protection from those who would seek to impart their will over others. That requires strength that others may sometimes fear. I sometimes engage in dangerous business. If you would be willing to provide your support to my security details, you will be paid handsomely. And perhaps we will then trust each other enough for you to properly explain why you have come to Janus Terminal."

You stand up and say, "We'll see."

You see yourself out and find the blue haired woman waiting just outside the door to escort you back to the bar. There you find Reinna sipping on a fruity concoction. She turns and smiles at you when you draw near.

"How'd it go?" she asks.

"I got the drive. And a job, possibly."

"For Ms. Velvet? I don't know, Aurora. She's shifty."

You shrug, "So is half the town. Anyways, let's get this back to your dad and I'll figure out what to do about Velvet."