Just kidding, we need a bit more lezdom to wrap this up

"Five more minutes," mumbled Tess in answer to the insistent beeping. "I'm close to another one," she added through soft moans.

"We left hyperspace twenty minutes ago. If we don't answer soon they'll think we're in trouble and start-- Ooooh fuck." The blue slutqueen handily distracted you by pressing the bullet vibrator taped to her right nipple into your left nipple. You promptly respond by pressing the identical vibrator taped to your other nerve nub into her. She keeps escalating, somehow managing to suck your upper lip while gliding her tongue across the inside of your cheek. Starting at your sopping cunt, pleasure tingles up your body to escape your mouth as a whimper. Despite the fact that you've been with this blue harlot for a month now, her mouth can still surprise you.

And what a month it's been. A month of scented candles, burning floggers, creaking ropes, blue skin presented in the sexiest of corsets, and many, many sweet orgasms.

You decided pretty quick into the journey not to go back to being a bounty hunter. It would have been several years of shit jobs while you rebuilt your reputation and arsenal. And what would be the point? Why search the stars for a sex **** that you'll have to give away when you have the kinkiest bitch you know waking up next to you every morning? Breaking slaves is fun in its own right but can't compare to the near constant BDSM you get from Tess.

However making credits is still important, so you contacted a mining colony that tried to hire you as a part-time, security consultant a few years back. They either hadn't seen or didn't care about the degrading blowjob-broadcasts Irk sent out and happily negotiated a contract. The colony was also far from the Syndicate's territory which is important because the crime empire eventually put out a bounty on your wonderfully fuckable asses.

Not a large one. In fact, It was insultingly small; you suspect they're only after the stolen money and ship instead of the two sexy kink-nymphos that did the stealing. They do have a lot of slaves already. What's two lost sheep when you have the largest herd in the galaxy?

Just to be safe, you avoided the main centers of Syndicate power and stopped only for essential supplies: sextoys, restraints, BDSM furniture... sometimes food. Both the attic and guest bedrooms been renovated into effective dungeons by the second week of your journey, but there's always room for improvement. You wouldn't want to keep a sub in there full time just yet. It would only take them a week of non stop sex to go through all the toys.

The longest stop you made was at a Turnk military outpost. Tess had requested spending a day there, but you insisted on building up an appropriate stockpile for the blue cumslut. As such you spent three days on your knees next to her, collecting as much of their orange semen as possible. Its a tricky task given the unruly nature of those double-dicked reptilian aliens. Proper begging usually has most of the brutes blowing their twin loads in your mouth, but when two dicks are shooting simultaneous wads of cum there is bound to be a few errant drops. An hour into each suck-fest, pungent strings already decorated your body and hair.

Having your blue lover in reach kept things from getting boring; a quick tug on a tit or zap through to her clit clamp was always interesting.

Tess loves the bitter goo, but you never acquired a taste for it. Not that stopped you from sucking your heart out; you know she would do the same for you. And as you departed, she showed her gratitude by chaining you to the bed ass-up and licking compounding orgasms out of you. You still vividly remember mewling blindfolded, limbs exhausted from constantly twitching against the restraints, a soaked pillow raising your bruised ass, with the revolting taste of Turnk spunk still lingering. The taste wouldn't have been so persistent if she hadn't overstuffed your mouth with a rag she soaked in the vile jizz while she relentlessly assaulted your love bits. Safe to say you were in heaven.

It wasn't the only time you felt such celestial bliss. There was that time the ****-eager fucktoy had somehow (you're still not exactly sure how) managed to decorate herself like a cake before hogtying herself around the compact dining table. The vista was indeed heavenly. Her breasts had rope looped extremely tight around their base forming beautiful blue globes. Decorated with the milky drizzle, they looked like twin ocean moons of Zethrah. However, her fuck slit looked even more delicious, twitching in pain and yearning as droplets of molten wax steadily tormented it, the intense heat of the candle she had inserted between her legs creeping ever closer.

With her submissive stare and posture, she was all but demanding for you to lick up her sweet decorations. Unfortunately for her, subs don't get to make demands, so you walked away. It was just to get some toys, but she didn't know that and begged desperately. You came back, eventually, and assured her the play was just getting started by securing her in a half hood to blind and deafen her. Nonetheless, her polite pleading didn't cease. As you stripped out of your t-shirt and panties (this was one of the rare days you had been dressed), the thought of silencing her with your wet underwear seemed appealing, but you decided to sit on her face instead.

While her tongue continued to beg, you toyed with the candle in your dish's cunt, wiggling it within her lust tunnel and splattering wax across her **** thighs. This made your blue-skinned crotch cushion moan tenderly sending wonderful vibrations through your cunny, before sucking your clit hard enough to cover her face in your orgasm. You weren't done teasing her though and dragged a dildo over her decorated flesh. She whimpered in frustration but obediently licked the cock clean each time it touched her lips. And the riding crop; it was surprising how many things ended up covered with sweet desserts and needed a tongue cleaning. Even your breasts picked up some whipped cream when you pressed them against your dish's supple flesh.

Very little of the tasty decorations remained when you took the candle out of her gushing cunt and started dripping hot wax onto her tender bits. Your denied dessert bucked so deliciously; the pain added a new level to her frustration. Her exasperation didn't last forever: probably by accident, the over achiever sub had grabbed a candle with edible wax. And you made sure to nibble and bite every bit of it off her tormented skin before speckling her again. In fact, you lit and used up a second candle before you decided you whore had had the necessary amount of orgasms.

There were a few other contenders for your personal heaven: that one night Queen Tess had found your tongue skills lacking and sentenced you to a night of anal pounding. To your surprise, the tireless Thrust Master Xtreme (one of the more fun toys the Syndicate had lost) had not been the administrator of justice. Instead your worthless flesh was suspended and tied into a contorted ball with your knees behind your arms your face only a foot away from your pussy. She didn't speak, you were not worthy of her words, but grinned with such arousing sadism as she cuffed your ankles behind your head and your wrists below your thoroughly beaten butt. Your blue mistress of suffering then jammed the tip of a long, floppy dildo into your anus and clipped your harness to a winch. "The collection of whorifices will not let its new cock leave its asshole," she ordered as she pressed a button that caused you to be slowly pulled backward. Your sphincter obediently clenched tight around the bulbous tip of your anal intruder, stretching the elastic dildo until it tugged powerfully against your gripping rosebud.

Despite your best efforts, you felt your anus expanding to release your newest friend; at the last moment, ropes pulled you the other way, letting you swing back onto the rubber member. But as you soon discovered, it was far too long to fit in your rectum. This didn't stop the entire schlong from entering you; it simply meant the thing had to bend and squirm against your bowels to fit its entire length. The cycle continued; you were pulled back and forth like a pendulum while your rear fuck hole was stretched and filled in new and exciting ways. With your nose so close to your cunt, the scent of your filthy arousal was inescapable.

The thrill of being agonizingly twisted and unconventionally buggered couldn't compete with the exhaustion of spending several hours as your mistress's table/****-toy earlier that day. You inevitably succumbed to a deep sleep full of blissful nightmares. So thorough was the syndicate training, you subconsciously maintained your grip on the cock, so it remained inside you all night, and you were not punished for dropping it. Fortunately, Tess did properly punish you for the wet dreams you had. Good times.

And how could you forget that afternoon after your shopping spree that first week? Tess had helped you pick out some of the items, but many were a surprise to your blue-skinned slavecunt. The expression as fear and eagerness caused butterflies to flutter in your frogtied fucktoy's stomach was very memorable when she saw the array of penetrators, pincers, pliers, pullers and pain-sticks you were going to use on her. As were her big green eyes pleading for both mercy and more while she crawled on elbows and knees from the tit-jaws to the spiked dildo stand, speckling the floor with her lady lube.

The shaft of the terrifying impaler was covered in soft silica spikes that were very good at making Tess moan, especially when the slut-pleaser started thrusting. It's base, however, bristled with electrified tines and looked more like a barbwire mace than anything that should be near a pussy. Still frogtied, Tess shuffled a very amusing dance; her thighs touched the tiny prods and she desperately spread them only to inadvertently lower her labia onto the rats-nest of pain. The sexy **** eventually found the perfect balance and was able to teeter on the tips of her knees with her tender bits barely out of reach of the shock prongs. But you really enjoyed your painslut's ordeal, and judging by the orgasm, so did she. An orgasm she repaid you for by cleaning out your ass while still scrambling for balance above the electric cactus.

There were still many hi-tech toys to show her before you released her. Next was a temperature-play anal hook that you set to alternate between warm and cool before pressing it into her ass. Attached to her collar, it pulled her ass up and **** her back to arch. To further improve your plaything's posture, you activate the blowjob training drone. The hover-bot assaulted her from above. The drone's metal arms tilted her head back, and it extended a long rod. Tess obediently opened her mouth and throat to take the shaft, possibly so her pussy wouldn't be **** onto the shock spikes, but you suspect the greedy cocksucker just wanted her throat fucked. She looked a little disappointed every time the oral intruder disappeared into the drone's body and she was allowed to breathe. The final pieces to your ****'s dildo prison were a pair of vibrating wands that massaged her gorgeous rack from below, propping them up and presenting them to you. Even with all these modern toys, there is still an argument to be made for the classics. An argument that Tess handily expressed with a sharp intake of air when you took your coiled whip of the wall.

Most days it was instinctively clear to both of you who would be on top. On the rare occasions you find yourselves in equally dominant moods and things devolve into wild, vicious sex. Rarer still are the times like last night when your submissive desires left you equally **** to be tied and tortured. When begging for the other to **** you did nothing, the two of you eventually settled on pairing up in self-bondage. It started with nipple tug of war. Yanking and being yanked back and forth by your nipples while your slit rocked across the cunt splitter had hurt so good. The blue bitch won with a rather explosive orgasm that made her arch her back and writhe in just the right way. When the toothed clamps were scraped off your screaming nipples, you squirted your own juices down the agony wedge you shared with the blue vixen. If you still had any breath left after that, you would have accused her of cheating and challenged her to a rematch.

Your sex-crazed road trip ended with you bound to the woman you love. Both of you in splits with a double sybian soothing your abused fuck-sheaths, and one nipple vibrator taped to each others opposite tit (to encourage breast docking). You slept like that arms cuffed around her body and tongue in her mouth. A truly amazing night until you were awoken by the alarm reminding you of your arrival.

Bing, bing.

There it was again. "Five more minutes," Tess pleads again, "standard procedure is to wait half an hour before docking to assist" She has a point; even the jumpiest of emergency services wouldn't board for a few more minutes and the vibes on your nipples are buzzing louder than the alarm. The fog of subspace is keeping you blind to all non-sexual reasoning.

However, dominate desires are starting to swell within your sexual fantasies as well. The cheating cunt needs to be punished for winning that tug of war and troubling these concerned citizens seems as good an excuse as any. They're probably dreadfully worried and callous, naughty little Tess here is being so rude. Pulling her up by the nipples until only the tips of her toes can touch the floor seems the appropriate punishment. It will be nice to see how much an orgasm helps her when the tug of war is with the ceiling. On the other hand, tying her toes to that clit clamp she love-hates so much and chasing her around the ship with an electrified flogger sounds pretty fun too. Decisions, decisions. You'll figure it out after you get a quick lie-in. It was a long night after all.

"Okay," you sigh, lost in contentment. "But these guys aren't like that drilling station we refuelled at. They won't think its professional to be scissoring a sex-**** during negotiations." That was a good power move, you have to admit. Tess had looked damn intimidating, striding in that bottomless executive suit while leading her naked redhead bitch on a leash.

Your bondage buddy coos like a sex flute. She's probably reminiscing about that conference too except imagining it was her pushed into the oublliette of a sex-starved ****. You were expecting something devious when the station's administrator had said "the entertainment would be payment enough," but being spontaneously shoved into the black pit as you crawled past it had being so exhilarating. As was discovering a two-ton Jamreght was waiting to catch you at the bottom. Fuck, that guy had a lot of tentacles and some really big sex-horns.

Tess snuggles against you and kisses your neck. Is the naughty slut even paying attention? "Listen, cunt. If even one of my hairs is out of place when they arrive, I will clamp your nipples to the floor, prop your cunt up with a shock stick and beat your ass purple."

"Twenty more minutes," Tess countered with an excited giggle.

Twenty minutes later..

"Thank you for your patience," you say to the mining representative. He doesn't seem to notice that you had made a mad dash to the door or that you wear a TAC-4 combat jacket and exactly nothing else. "This ship was purchased second hand and I'm still handling some kinks." The ellipsoid alien responds in Berekian. "Oh, that's quite alright, as you can see, I've fixed the problem." More grumbles with some pseudopod claps. "I thought you would ask. I'm prepared to show exactly why I'm the best suited to handle security concerns on your colony. If you'll follow me, I have a volunteer ready to help me demonstrate my suspect restraint and disciplinary techniques..."

NEUTRAL ENDING: CAREER CHANGE