Intake Pt. 2

Hannah’s next victim seems to be made of whipcord muscles and tattoos. The pink mohawked gangbanger has been chained so that she stands spread eagle in the middle of the room. She made a great show of pulling at the chains in some ill conceived attempt to intimidate Hannah when she entered. Her torso is covered by nothing but an unzipped leather vest revealing a chest that is more muscle than breasts. Her obvious fitness has provided with a pleasantly flat tummy. Through the holes in her grey camo pants, finely toned legs can be seen. In a pile to the side is a pair of combat boots, likely removed by whoever had dropped her off the night before. “That was nice of them.” Thought Hannah. Getting combat boots off of a struggling **** was a pain in the ass.

“So, Eshra is it?” Hannah ignores her muffled curse. “Looks like you had a bit too much of a good time last night, eh? You really seem to have painted the town red.” Eshra thrashes against her restraints as Hannah continues. “I’m not sure what you did before Syndicate security caught up with you, but by the time we did, that casino was wrecked. How did you get the roulette wheel through the wall?” Hannah taps the datapad. “Regardless, you owe us 23,457 credits. Will that be cash or card?”

“HRRRGHH!”

“Yes, that’s what I thought you’d say.” She sets down the datapad and pulls out a pair of shear scissors. “You know, your actually the second member of the Ether Dream that I’ve dealt with this month.” Even if a detailed capture report on Eshra hadn’t been in Hannah’s datapad, the elaborate tattoos would still have marked her as a member of the premier synthetic **** and hormone producers on this Terrador. Overall, they were good business partners for the Syndicate. They regularly paid a modest fee for us their continued use of Terrador Station, provided an excellent and varied supply of substances for the Syndicate’s use, and when needed, were happy to provide additional muscle for jobs that required extra manpower. Muscle like Eshra here.

“There was another Dreamer here last month, and the month before that.” The scissors begin their work on Eshra’s vest. It’s not like it covered all that much to begin with but there are standards to maintain. If you find yourself a prisoner in one of Sirius Syndicates many, many dungeons, kiss your clothes goodbye. “I’ll give you this much. You Ether Dreamers have earned your reputation as tough as Turnk bitches.” Hannah finishes with the vest revealing two pierced nipples with diamond barbels. A dragon tattoo spreads its wings above Eshra’s breasts while it’s tale curls between them.

Hannah slides the scissors down Eshra’s waistband. “It must be all the **** and hormones they put you girls on. Strong enough to rip up a bolted down table, dumb enough to think it’s a good idea am I right?” Although she initially struggles to cut through the tough fabric, once she gets started, the scissors manage to tear all the way down one leg. After repeating the process on the other side, Hannah admires her handiwork.

Eshra’s nearly nude body is an impressive piece of athleticism. Steel cables hold her limbs taught so that every muscle is on full display. Strong yet graceful biceps meet powerful shoulders, bunched together from the **** of constant resistance against her bonds. Hannah traces one hand down her toy’s stomach while the other squeezes her ass through cotton white panties. “Hmmm…” Hannah grins as she molests the prisoner. "Abbs I could iron my clothes on and an ass I could bounce a credit coin off of.” If free, Eshra’s thighs could easily crush Hannah’s skull. Moving her eyes further down, Hannah noted the well defined calf muscles. She would have to lock Eshra into some heals later on.

“You would make a fine **** if we could do something about that attitude.” Eshra makes a futile but earnest attempt to lash out. Hannah steps back so that she can retrieve a whip. Long and menacing, with additional tendrils at the end, this is not a whip to be used carelessly. Eshra laughs into her gag as Hannah brings the whip down once, twice, three times. Each strike was precisely targeted to cut through Ehsra’s sole remaining under garment. Two strikes to the waist band and one to remove the panies. “Oh my.” Hannah said with genuine surprise. “I take it that is also a result of the hormone treatment?”

The source of Hannah’s shock is Eshra’s massive clitoris. The love button dominates her groin protruding like a berry to be plucked. Eshra grins through her gag at Hannah’s astonishment. “I’m curious,” Hannah continues after a moment's consideration. “Does it’s sensitivity match its size?” Another whip strike hits the engorged organ and makes Eshra grunt.

“I bet,” Hannah says cracking the whip across tattooed breasts for emphasis, “that I could whip you all day, and you would feel the same way about life as when we started.” She circles the helpless amazon, casually leaving a criss-cross of red marks across her victims body. “You’d still feel like you could go about tearing up this station. You’d still be a **** addled meat head. If I were to let you go after this, you’d go back to your buddies and laugh this whole experience off.” The whole time Eshra doesn’t cry out. “Almost makes you wonder why I’m doing this huh?” Eshra’s face is a mask of hatred as Hannah places the whip back in the case.

She replaces it with two large dildoes mounted on handles. Holding them in one hand, she uses the other to play with Eshra’s engorged sex. “You’re probably thinking that I can’t break you.” Eshra simply looks her captor dead in the eye. “Don’t worry I’m not going to try.” Hannah alternates between pinching and caressing Eshra’s clit. “It is however, important for you to know that I can. You can come in now, you stupid slut.”

The cell door opens and a **** girl crawls in on her knees. Eshra looks on in confusion before realizing that the **** has Ether Dream tattoos. For the first time, real panic creeps into Eshra’s eyes. “We picked her up a couple of months ago. Pretty similar shit to what you and all the other Dreamer druggies have been up to. I think she stole a speeder and rammed it into a shop while high as a kite. I can’t remember her name for the life of me, but she answers to stupid slut. Get over here stupid slut.”

The **** girl crawls forward and kneels before the mistress with her hands behind her head. She’s had her head shaved leaving nothing more than a short blonde stubble. Like Eshra, tattoos cover her body. Many of them are clearly souvenirs of her incarceration. An arrow points to her pussy, with the words “Cum Dump” tattooed directly above. A silhouette of a kneeling submissive, her head hanging low, is still fresh on her left shoulder. In addition, many of her original tattoos have been modified to add a more submissive flavor. For example, the naked dancer on her arm has manacles that seem much newer than the remainder of the tattoo. Hannah offers the new comer one of the dildoes to suck on. Keeping her hands behind her head, she eagerly, wraps her lips around it.

“You see, we’ve really been getting a lot of Ether Dreamers here lately. It seems like every week one of you dumb bitches causes thousands of credits worth of property damages.” Hannah forces the dildo as far down the slaves throat as it will go. To Eshra’s horror, her former comrade deepthroats it so that the bulge of the dildo’s head is visible in her neck. “Now, Terrador caters to criminals and thugs. The syndicate accepts there are certain incidental costs associated with that kind of clientele, such as property damages when the mooks go on a bender. Normally we just enslave the guilty party as compensation.” She pulls out the dildo and replaces it with the other. “Hold that,” Hannah commands. Pulling apart Eshra’s cheeks with one hand, she rudely forces the dildoe up the prisoners back door. Her former confidence shaken, Eshra let’s out a surprised squeal.

Slowly, Hannah works both dildos. One in the broken slut's mouth, the other in Eshra’s ass. “With you Dreamers, things have gotten a little out of hand. Usually we train and sell prisoners or put them to work in a **** brothel and the rest of their crew gets the message. But you stupid fucks are just too damned high to figure it out. You keep wrecking shit.” She pulls out the dildo second dildo and rams it up Eshra’s cunt. As she alternates thrusts, Hannah commands the ****, “Start licking.” The **** eagerly leans forward and slowly drags her tongue up Eshra’s clit. The sex is large enough to be suckled on and the **** puts the entire clit in her mouth as though it were a miniature penis. The captive moans as all of her groin is assaulted.

“What’s worse,” Hannah says as she slowly picks up the tempo with her two dildos, “is that we can’t get our money back from you bitches. No one wants to buy someone with gang tattoos. They’re too worried their new slaves former homies will show up and get some ****. Not to mention how long it takes to train you **** addled bitches. Sure, I got this dumb fuck to be a good ****, but that took six months. Six!” Hannah rams the ass dildo as deep as it will go. “We can’t spend that much time on a **** that hardly sells. We need to do something different.”

“Which is where you come in.” Hannah leaves the dildos shoved up inside her captive and retrieves some rope. After securing the slaves arms behind her back, Hannah fashions a quick rope leash around the dumb fuck's neck. She pulls the lead through Eshra’s legs and up her back, tying off the other end around Esrha’s throat. The effect is that Eshra’s head is painfully pulled back to the point she is almost **** as the **** licks her massive lady bit. Hannah stands behind Eshra and begins pinching and pulling on her pierced nipples. With her head **** back at an uncomfortable angle, Eshra is able to look her in the eye while she does so.

“You see, the syndicate likes having the Ether Dream on this station. They provide good services. But they don’t reign in their people. People like you.” Hannah grins and pulls as hard as she can. “So we’re going to do a round up. Everyone with Dreamer tats is going to get picked up tonight. They’re all going to spend some time in public use stalls. That way, everyone on the station is going to know you cunts are on notice. We’ll let them go. Eventually. Of course, the Ether Dream is going to be hard pressed without all that manpower. They won’t be able to move their product and rivals will almost certainly take advantage. Not to mention the embarrassment of seeing their fellow Dreamers publicly degraded. After letting them sweat it out for a bit, we’ll return their muscle. And we’ll return you.” Eshra’s eyes widen. “We’ll have a nice little sit down where we discuss the importance of being good neighbors, the consequences of being a bad neighbor, and we’ll give you as an example of someone who is a very bad neighbor.”

“MMMMRHHGHHGH!” Eshra screams and pulls against her bonds but all she manages to accomplish is to pull the **** deeper into her own pussy.

“I could waste my time breaking you Eshra. But I won’t. You won’t sell for very much and it would take too long. Your former employer will break you. And it won’t be a waste of time. It’s going to be an example to others. Making it last will be part of the point.” Hannah walks away, leaving the doomed captive alone with a former comrade.