Kitchen

Thinking with your stomach for once instead of your dick, you step out of the cockpit and head to the kitchen of your ship. Like the rest of yourt ship, except the cargobay, it was a bit cramped. Enough room to move around in but get more than three people in at once and you'll have trouble moving around.

The sound of your boots bouncing off the metal floor and walls you stomped into the kitchen area, opening the cooler door you see the last few packets of food you had left, all vac-u-sealed away to preserve flavour and storage space. or so the company claimed, after several weeks eating that crap day after day it all started to taste like the same mass cooked frozen meal.

What you wouldn't give for some fresh meals, but until you get the bounty for your cargo you had to stick with what you had, so grabbing the latest packet of whatever it was you threw it into the cooker and let it be cooked for a few minutes, before slacing open the packet and slopping it into a bowl.

Grabbing a spoon you sat heavily at the small table and took a mouth full.

"huh. curry flavour, looks like I got lucky today" you murmer to yourself as you stir around the not half-way bad tasting food.

You'd just finished your bowl of salvagable food when you got a notice on your wrist computer, a message from Pixie saying the people were here to pick up the cargo. Sending a quick reply you left the bowl on the table and headed to your weapons locker. You may have claimed the bounties but that doesn't mean there weren't somepeople dumb enough to try and take them from you, or try to undercut you on the bounties and pocket what they thought they could get away with keeping themselves.

on your hip you holstered a plasma pistol that looked like an old school colt .45, perfect for a quick draw, accurate and deadly. The tricks you could do with it was what got you the nickname Doc Holiday, your real name just didn't demand respect in the Bounty Hunter circle. Who'd feel threatened by a guy named John?

Next on the list of armaments you'd be bringing to your meeting was an automatic shotgun, not known for its accuracy but it's power and wide spread made up for that, with it's 30 shell drum it also meant it normally outlast the guys you were shooting at.

And to top it all off incase you need accuracy and rapid fire, you pulled out your AK47, unchanged after all the centures after its creation. simple, effecting, deadly. Making sure you grabbed several different types of bullets just in case, you hid the magazines underneath the back of your jacket. Slamming one magazine in and putting a bullet in the chamber, you headed towards the meeting point.

Exiting the ship you were greeted by Pixie, her data pad and six floating metal boxes, each with a hooded and gagged head sticking out of them, Each one a bounty you'd worked hard to find and collect over the last month. 3 females, 2 males and 1 hermaphrodite of various species. One female and one male was human but that wasn't your problem, like some species like to say, humans breed like Space-Cockroaches and there's too many of both in the universe.

Of course the humans crazy or dumb enough to go hunt down the Space-cockroaches and get into a fist fight with them deserve to die for being so dumb and/or crazy.

"All good on our end?" You ask Pixie as you take the data pad from her, glancing over her clothes she'd picked out for ehrself today.

Pixie's species had purple skin of varrying brightness, hers was a deep purple, while her hair was more royal purple with a few strangs of gold mixed, her current style of choice for ehr hair was simle pig tails you knew she enjoyed you pullnig when fucking her. Her clothes went along with her hair style, being a slutty school girl outfit and with her being 3 foot high it helped amplify the young innocent and helpess look she was going for, she had knee high white socks and some black mary janes to complete her look

"Yep Daddy, everyone is in top shape" Pixie answered hapily in her southern accent, bending over and checking the screen on the side of the Restraint Box next to her, giving you a full vew of her naked pussy and heart shapped ass.

You were tempted to give her firm cheeks a slap, but you heard the door the airlock opening and three people stepping through.

Standing up straight Pixie quickly moved right next to you and slightly behind, and you didn't blame her. The 'Company' that ran this station weren't known for their soft touch when it comes to slaves. The Orion Syndicate had their hands into pretty much every type of business venture a person could think of, and as long as they paid their bounties on time and didn't try to mess with your property you didn't care about their work ethics.

"Doc Holiday?" the lead man of the three asked, wearing a pinstriped suit, small glasses and looking like your tyical accountant or lawyer. The two behind him did not. one was heavily modified with cybernetics; both his eyes, arms and probably even his legs replaced, you'd also be willing to place a bet to say his insides aren't all organic either. The other was even taller than his bulky friend, obviously having gen mods over the years as he had four arms on his body, one set crossed over his chest while the others hung free, his big hands looking like they could crush normal bones with ease.

"That's right, and you are?" you asked the lead guy, looking up from the pad

"Just call me Smithe, Are all five ready to be transported?" Smithe asked

"Six." you stated

"Excuse me?" Smithe asked as he pushed his glasses up his nose.

"Six bounties, that's what we agreed on. All right here" you handed over the data pad to Smithe and in a smooth motion ushed your jacket behind your Colt and rested your hand on it, as nonchalant as you could, as if it was the most natural thing in the universe.

You watched as Smithe read down his nose at the pad, scrolling though each of the bounties before handing the pad back to you

"Very well Mr Holiday, six bounties to be recieved and paid for. All in good condition I hope." snaping his fingers the 4 armed goon moved down the line of bounties, checking each of the screens and checking the vitals data on each of them

"If you think being blue ballsed for at least a week is good condition then yeah, they all good to go." Keeping your hand on your gun you take the pad with your free hand and smoothly pass it off to ixie, who was still trying her best to hide next to you, keeping her eyes down.

"Their mental state is of no importance to us. As long as they're physically able to work that is all that's important. Smithe replied as the large man moved back next to him and gave a small nod. Reaching into his suit jacket his pulled out a small pad of his own, typing something in he handed it to you "please confirm the amount is correct and use your tumb print. The amount will be transferred to you account"

Glancing at the small pad you look at the amount offered. To your surprise it was correct, and you couldn't see anything on the screen to indicate a hidden clause or last minute tax. Pressing your thumb into the screen the device gave off a small beep to indicate it tranfered the sum to you.

"Thankyou for your time Mr Holiday" Smithe said as he took the pad back from you and put it back into his pocket

"Thanks for the creds" You said back, watching as the two sucle men of the trio moved to the hovering Restrain Boxes, one at front and one at back of the linked, lined up boxes, and started to move them towards the airlock. you were about to head back into your ship when you heard Smithe speak up

"If you want to a large reward and don't mind special circumstances, we have a few... special missions shall we say, available for a man of your talents."smithe pulled out a card from a pocket and handed it to you. It was pure black with no visible writing or symbols on it, but still inwardly you cursed, you knew exactly what tjat card meant, no wonder they were willing to pay you the full amount with no fuss.

"I'll... think about it" you said as you slipped the card into your own pocket.

With that, Smithe turned on his heel and left with the train of people. Only when the airlock door was closed and locked again did you let out the breath you'd been holding and slid your hand off your gun.

"Fuck." you let slip from your lips as you ran you hand over your bald head

"What is it Daddy?" Pixie asked curiosly, back to her usual self now that the Syndicate men were gone.

"Never you mind right now, lets gets her locked up and go for something to eat, i need some gut rot."

Locking your ship up tight and getting Pixie presentable, which involved some cuffs to lock her hands behind her back, a large ball gag in her mouth and a sizable plug in her rear with several functions to it, you both heading into the station, Pixie's smaller height yet decent bust and thick ass grabbing some onlookers attention as she walked happily next to your larger, stockier build. Which you knew stopped a lot of hands getting a quick grope in on Pixie, not that she'd mind.

Like all human run space stations you could always find 3 specific things. A variety of food, drink and sex. It was universally accepted that if you gave humas too much of one thing too often they'd go crazy, that's why you'd always find plenty of bars and restaurants where you'd find humans. and after a month of eating the same crappy food you whole heartedly agreed. But now you were spoilt for choice

"What to eat?" You pondered out loud as dozens of different smells washed over you and Pixie "American? European? Asian?" you heard Pixie mumble something but you waved her off "You always suggest that when we first dock"

You heard Pixie give a disapointed grunt behind you, giving her leash a sharp tug she tumbled to the ground in surprise, face down ass up showing the entire station her tight cunt and highly spankable ass.

"Any more talk like that and not only will I leave you in a glory box for the night, you'll be eating rations till we leave, got it?" You smirked as you watched Pixie pick herself up, a slight embarrassed blush on her face, giving you a nod. "Good girl, now how about noodles?"

finding a good smelling noodles shop you found a small booth for yourself and Pixie, pulling her down onto your lap as a service box rolled up next to your table

"how maY i tAKe youR oRDer?" it asked, its speaker obviously not taken care of as it's volume jumped up and down

Glancing over the menu you quickly picked your meal "A large bowl of spicy pork noodles, a beer and Turexion sparkle" you ordered for yourself and Pixie

"OnE moMENt plEASE" the bot said before rolling off into the kitchen to place the order.

Sighing and shaking your head at the bot, you felt Pixie nuzzle into your chest as the smaller girl enjoyed your touch

"Don't think you can relax just yet little lady, I know what you did with them bounties beforee we docked" you instantly felt Pixie tense against you, looking up at you with those big adorable eyes.

More than once you'd watched on the cameras as Pixie had teased and played with the bounties, adding a double sided penis gag to their faces and fucking herself with with, squirting all over their faces as she came hard over and over.

You didn't care about her teasing them. it was the fact you'd ordered Pixie not to cum without your permision or touch for the last week that was going to get her punished.

Popping open her shirt and revealing her bare breasts beneath, your started to pinch and tease her nipples, causing Pixie to squirm in your lap, Pulling on them not so gently as she tried to say somethin through the gag

"You know my rules Pixie, I'm pretty laid back on what you can and can't do on a daily basis, but when i give you an order you follow it, to the letter, or else you get punished."pinching and pulling both her nipple straight out, Pixie gave a loud muffled cry as she arched her back, trying to lessen the pain but it was no good, you just pulled harder foew a few more seconds before letting go, Pixie slumping against you as she panted through her gag.

Not even giving her a second to recover, you pulled out a small control device, and she recognised it instantly as you pressed a button on it. Giving a muffled yell as the plug inside her ass gave her a not so delecate jolt of electricity, making Pixie squirm in your lap even more, letting out mewling sounds of discomfort,

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out? Or did you want me to find and punish you?" you asked as you turned the plug up another level, Pixies body now twitching slightly with each pulse, her breathing hard as she tried to keep her body under control. Grabbing her hair you pulled it back, forcing your **** to look up at you.

Before she could give you a muffled answer, the service bot returned with your order. not wanting to be disturbed or annoyed as you ate your meal, you turned the plug off and let Pixie pant heavily against you as the bot put down your order and left.

Not saying anything further, you undid the ball gag and let Pixie take a sip of her drink before you picked up the chopsticks and went at the noodles, sharing the large between the two of you.