Graduation and realization

Over the next few days, you cement you're position as a submissive little tart hungry for Gas Bag cock. Any cock really, but Gas Bag Cock is your predetermined specialty. Nothing overly eventful happens, just more training. You learn to cook while kneeling at a counter, to crawl with a platter across your back, to sleep with your Master's chode in your mouth. Timing is everything, thusly you also learn when to serve drinks, when to serve cock, and when to silently wait in the corner.

One morning, after licking your breakfast from a vulva shaped plate, you feel your cell start to move. It doesn't just slide either. More than once, you tumble into a wall when it becomes a floor. When the room stops moving, the mechanical voice informs you that your training is complete and you're to wait for your master to collect you.

You obey. Naked except for your collar and cuffs, you patiently kneel, legs spread, fingers laced behind your bowed head , your pussy open, and breast proudly presented. It is a position you have been repeatedly trained to take, so it takes a while for the fatigue to set it.

When you hear the door open, you resist the urge to look up, expecting Master Irk to saunter in and give a speech about his prowess while whipping you. No one enters, and you soon realize it's one last test to see if you will run.

The normalities of Terrador life beckon; a bar brawl that would be fun to join, a whimpering **** that needs a flogging to make her plead properly, and vendors that promise anything you could want. Without the smothering embrace of the **** box, desires from your old life creep back into your mind, and you remember you were supposed to be faking being submissive in order to escape.

But do you still want to? Apparently the training was more successful than you thought. You tip your hat to the Syndicate, and its devious invention. Sure this isn't the first time someone has kinked you into a willing **** but this time you're seriously thinking of staying forever. The idea of remaining a slab of fuck meat for the Sirius Syndicate suddenly seems much more exciting than silly bounty hunting. You'll still get to experience the wonders of life, just on all fours with with a dick or two in you.

Your Master enters the room eventually. You hear his recognizable chuckle and shuffle accompanied by another set of footsteps. "Look ****," he orders, "I have a friend for you."

Every so often a person comes across another so attractive they claim it is love at first sight. You have no such delusions, but if you did, this Oo'lick would be the one. The sight of her floods your mind with a future of kinky fantasies.

Between her heels and a short, black pencil skirt smooth blue legs stretch for an eternity; the kind of eternity most religions require you be exceptionally good in order to experience. The torn skirt dutifully hugs her shapely hips. Above that you see a white blouse struggling to contain a rack worth killing for. Her top has been slashed revealing a flat belly with cute button. But best of all, her nipples poke through tears across her perfect globes. Your eyes linger on those perky purple pleasure points before continuing on. Past her collar she has an irresistible face complete with full pouty lips made to suck and big green eyes that peer into the secret corners of your soul.

Irk ruins the moment by speaking. "Getting wet at the sight of your master, eh?" he chuckles. "I can smell your needy jizz bucket from here. Don't expect me t' make up for lost time." He ruffles the short black feathers that look like slicked back hair. "Me an' this blue bitch had a round of fun just after I bought her this morning." The thug slaps the woman of your dreams hard on her miniskirt clad ass. She squeals in a playfully musical way and stumbles forward. "I still can't believe they wasted those cock-sucking lips at that welcome center." And you can't believe you get someone like that as a co-****. "Alright, my shift starts in an hour. Let's get you two shudder cunts tied up so you can get to know each other," he says beaming with pride.

It doesn't quite feel like your Master knows what he is doing but that works in his favor. Making a **** hold a humiliating position while slowly tying her up a fantastic way to build suspense and prove dominance.

Over the next hour and a half he awkwardly binds the sexy Oo'lick and you together in a shared strappado position. Using a terminal, Master Irk dispenses a pair of fetish platform boots that you put on while watching as him tie up his Oo'lick ****. After tearing her skirt further, he locks her ankles into a wide spreader bar. The shredded garment gives teasing glimpses of a perfect ass equally spankable and kissable.

The dungeon provides another spreader bar. This one has a large leather loop on one end that your master, with the roughness necessary for such bondage, buckles tight around the Oo'lick's belly. The pole extends from the small of her back and is tipped with smaller, leather cuffs that her wrists are locked into. The device serves as a cruel corset and forces your beautiful co-****'s arms to be stretched painfully behind her back. when he's done, Irk has formed a triangle between her back, her arms, and the pole. Your master asks her to bend forward and completes her bondage with a pair of leather cuffs pulling her elbows together, while she licks his thick cock.

Your master leers as he jams your arms into a tight monoglove behind your back. Leading via your nipple, he bends you over the Oo'lick, then shackles your ankles to hers. The Oo'lick's legs are longer than yours but are spread wider, and with the added height of your platforms, you can comfortable lay your belly across her smooth back. When he bends you over her, your moist pussy drips against her sweet ass. You would love to press your erect nipples into the silk of her torn shirt. Unfortunately, that's not possible with the spreader bar extending from her back. You settle with leaning off to the side so that your tits sway next to hers. She struggles to keep her balance beneath you and constantly rubs her ass against you.

A strappado is already difficult to balance in, and it is twice as difficult in this joint strappado. Having perfectly sculpted, blue flesh squirming and grinding beneath you doesn't make things any easier. Frequently, your Master helps steady you by wrapping a frisky hand around your tit. It takes some fiddling, but he manages to hook your armbinder to the top of the dungeon. In this way, you and the Oo'lick have some form of balance. However, electrodes are clamped to both of your and her nipples. You soon discover too much **** on the ceiling hook provides painful tit jolts.

A gag is shoved into your mouth by his greasy fingers. "Don't want you biting my new cock cover," explained the Gas Bag. "I know how jealous you bitches get when lil' ol' me is involved." Unfortunately, the ring-gag isn't very intrusive. You could probably **** the small metal ring out of your teeth if you tried, and the narrow strap means you can even close your lips.

Your Master continues his haphazard preparations by securing your thighs to the sexy Oo'lick's with a strap, making it slightly easier for her to balance. Two more pairs of clamps are provided, each connected through a short chain. He attaches one set to your nipples, right next to the electric clamps, making you wince with pleasure. He then threads the Oo'lick's clamps through your chain so that they are interlinked. Every sway and every bounce of those delicious looking Oo'lick funbags is felt by your twice-clamped nubs. Your master steps back, admiring his handy-work with a shit-eating grin.

He waddles over to the terminal and hits some buttons. Every variety of two-end dildo from U-shaped to paired wand is scattered around you, before Irk can find the one he wants. It has a rabbit ear end for clitoral and g-spot stimulation that he inserts into the Oo'lick. A flexible arm sticks from her cunt, tipped with butterfly head that nestles into your pussy.

"This magnificent device was created by yours truly." Master Irk exposits proudly as an escalator-like contraption with cups instead of stairs emerges from the floor. "You must be excited to have a clever master like me. It works like a water wheel."

It isn't a wheel itself, but the line of cups in arranged in a gentle slope like the lamest roller coaster ever. It reminds you of some gravity based generators you've seen. The track of cups is about the height of your master's chest on your side but descends to his knees in front of the Oo'lick, where it disappears into a tank. A tube extends from the tank to nearly be at crotch height. She'll have to bend forward more to get her lips around the end. The faint scent of cum tells you the machine doesn't use water, and moistens your pussy.

"Nobody was really serious about solving the efficiency problems of this design otherwise the whole station could be powered by these here cum wheels." A part of you wonders if you should laugh at the idea. His face remains serious, so you're a little worried he actually beleives it's possible to power a space-station with anything man-powered. "But with a capacitor," he continues, "it can power that dildo some of the time." He gives your shared dildo a shake that makes your breath quicken. "Its a pretty simple device. Even you dumb clit-thinkers should be able to make it work. Have fun my sexy sextoys. Master won't be back for a few hours."

Your master gets a quick cock kiss from the two of you and walks off. His quick exit feels anti-climactic. Oh come on, you grumble to yourself give us a reason to obey. You know a **** should always obey, but a threat of punishment or promise of reward would go a long way right now. Besides, it's nice to have the alternative available if your in the mood for pain over submission. The **** you are bound to shifts a little making you teeter momentarily and pulling on the entwined nipple chains. Bowing forward, she wraps her full lips around the tube in front of her. and you see her cheeks concave as she sucks until the lucky tube is released with a pop. She then arches her back and those wonderful lips turn to you. You gingerly accept her kiss.

The first kiss fulfills your wildest expectations. Her soft lips press into yours. You merge deeper, firmly sucking to take the cum from her mouth. Beyond the bitter salt of whatever cum you're swapping, your tongue finds her inviting flavor. Her tongue teases yours, sometimes circling sometimes brushing past to explore other parts of your mouth; it even toys with your inadequate ring-gag. You accept all she gives. The world becomes this woman's soft mouth, gentle and passionate; you relax into her... until a jolt to your nipples brings you back to reality.

You reflexively stiffen and immediately regain your balance, but let out a soft wine into your lover's lips.

Dizzily, you sway and straighten slightly to deliver your mouthful of cum to the top of the conveyor belt. Just as you are about to spit it out, you feel the ****'s legs shift beneath you. It makes you fall forward, and your only kept upright by the ceiling anchor.

Punishing shocks travel through the clamps on your nipples, as you struggle to balance. It's not so bad, extremely painful yes, but the firm ass squirming beneath you almost makes it enjoyable. Grunting and gritting your teeth through the pain, you manage to get your center of mass back over your fetish platforms.

You look to your sexy **** sister to see how she is doing. She recovered from the tit **** sooner than you and is already drawing up another mouthful of cum. Every inch of her blue body is amazing. Your eyes wander to her slender, collar-encircled neck. Her throat muscles glide ever so elegantly. Wait! Did she just swallow? As if some bound semen-swapping wasn't nasty enough for the kinky cumslut, she had to drink a little of it for herself.

You greedily accept what's left of her mouthful. Knowing you're tied to true jism addict makes her tender kisses all the more sexy. As the last of your second load dribbles into the cup, the added weight makes the track of cups cycle at a snails pace.

A few more sticky deliveries and the belt is still slow but keeps a steady speed. You easily learn to interpret (and love) the subtle movements of that perfect ass grinding into your perfect crotch each time she bends up to give you her load. Working together, the two of you only receive scarce shocks as you each anticipate the others action.

After about five minutes of drawing cum from the Oo'lick's mouth, your vibrator turns on. It sits snugly against your already damp vulva, sending buzzing pleasure coursing through your cooch and up your spine. The blue beauty beneath you gets a taste of her own pleasurable penetrator; she quivers and her rhythmic breaths go up an octave. The sex toy only maintains its blissful dance for a minute, but with that comely blue rump grinding against you makes it the most moan-able minute you've had in a while.

The two of you work together in unspoken harmony. You counter the Oo'lick's movement while she bends to wrap her lips around the cum tube. With a mouthful of cum she returns to your lips; you take it (kissing longer than necessary) and deposit it into the mini cum-cart for it to make its decent back to the tank.

Despite your co-operative efforts, the sextoy remains powered down more than half of the time. You can't generate electricity as quickly as the toy uses it. Bound next to the sexiest thing in the whole galaxy, you endure blissful teasing.

Your rhythmic motions are disrupted when the Oo'lick moves in close to kiss but doesn't quite meet you in the middle. Willing to go the extra mile to feel those luscious lips, you lean closer, but she pulls farther back, keeping her ruby delights barely out of your reach.

You try to tell her not to be a bitch but it comes out "Gon't ge a 'itch" through your ring gag, but she just smiles back, a naughty twinkle in her eye.

As best you can while gagged, you match her mischievous expression, a cruel idea budding in your mind. You give her one last chance to surrender willingly and relax your aching shoulders, tugging hard on your armbinder's hook. Even though your expecting them, the shocks are still painful enough to make you wince and twist in a vane attempt to shake the tit pincers off. The Oo'lick sings out a surprised squeal that becomes a soft wine, as she freezes her mouth open in shock. A fair amount of cum sprays from her mouth and drips off her tongue by the time you end the shared suffering. And more escapes her mouth in the following laugh. There's really only a few drops by the time you deliver the jizz to its cup.

In fact, plenty of cum fails to reach the conveyer belt. Many strings remain between your lips before tumbling to the floor to lay across one of the lesbian sextoys Irk scattered around. More cum splatters your cheeks and lips until it looks like you had gone through a bukkake session with this woman (not a bad idea now that you think of it.) One droplet even got on the Oo'lick's cute blue nose somehow. The pair of you must be a kinky sight as cum-covered, strappado lesbians, silent save for the occasional moan of pain or squeal of pleasure.

A meek attitude hides the singular realization building inside you. You can do much better than Irk. Fuck, you want loads of kinky sex but you want it with someone like this, someone you have chemistry with. It doesn't have to be this Oo'lick, but it does have to be someone you can play off of, entangle with. Anyone but Irk.

As your long dormant dominant side starts to scheme in the back of your mind, your submission becomes an act again. You won't have to play for long. Its only a mater of time to get some money, steal a ship, and stomp on Irk's lump-cock until he regrets ever touching you. Then you're going to go back to being a badass until you find someone sexy enough that you never want to escape or cruel enough that you'll never be able too. But for now, you be Irk's submissive "Taly." You didn't fuck your own pussy with a shock stick in the ****-box to fail now.