Life at Terrador

The customer pulled the menu closer so that she could see the days specials, causing Nellie to moan. After a brief inspection she ordered. “I’ll have a triple americano, extra frothy and a Gavleth meat pastry.” Letting go of the nipple chains, she released the menu/barista. Nellie, a pretty blue Oo’lick with yellow feathers where human hair would be, mumbled a thanks through her gag. The shop owner had written the daily specials on her healthy chest. The writing warped around her globes, and customers often had to shift her tits to read what was written in her cleavage. A chain ran between her nipple piercings which served as the handle for the menu. “Those Oo’lick muffins do sound good, but I like some extra meat in my dough.” Nellie gave the obligatory consensual noise. Lot’s of people like making small talk with their baristas. Even if said barista is a gagged ****

Nellie passed along the order to her coslave, a Gavleth named Merith. Both women wore nothing save gags, nipple piercing/chains, collars, and smart cuffs. Where Nellie was supple with an hourglass figure, Merith was tall and lithe, possessing long legs that stretched up to meet a tight shapely ass. The Gavleth’s four arms were a frenzy as she whipped up various frothed, caffeinated, beverages.

There was hardly anyone left in the cafe as the morning rush wound down. Even though day and night had no real meaning on a space station, especially one as remote as Terrador, most businesses still opened at the same hour. This meant there was functionally still a morning. And wherever there is morning, there will be coffee. Since no one wants to get up before everyone else, barista was a natural job for slaves.

The customer, most likely a mob accountant based on her suit, pulled out a coin and held it over two jars. One had a picture of Merith, her six limbs tied spread eagle (spread ant really, since she had six limbs), and the other a picture of Nellie, frogtied. In both pictures, the slaves were covered in cum. After a moment of consideration, she dropped the chit in Nellie's tip jar, causing the Oo’lick to shoot Merith a smug look.

She was the last customer of the morning rush. As if on queue the cafe owner, and by extensions Nellie and Merith’s master, was at the door holding it open for her. “Lovely day. Thanks for stopping in.”

He walked in and rubbed his hands together. He was human man, middle aged and going to fat. “Alright ladies, inspection time.” Obediently the two barista's moved to the center of the store in front of the counter and kneeled. Both had their hands behind their back with their hands touching the opposing arm's elbow. Meriths top set of hands went behind her head.

He saw to his slaves first. “Had a good morning girls?” he gently caressed a breast in each hand and the two slaves mewled and cooed appreciatively. Next he saw to his store while the slaves waited for him to finish. Although they maintained the outward appearance of obedient patience, there was still an eagerness to the air as the owner went about his business. “Tills are all good,” he said after he finished counting out. “Wouldn’t want a repeat of last months snafu would we girls? Both the slaves shuddered. “All that’s left is to see who won today’s tip battle.” The two **** exchanged knowing looks as the sounds of coins being counted across the counter was the only sound for a moment. “Looks like it’s Merith.

“HHHmm!” Nellie wined into the gag as Meriths smart cuffs activate. The Gavleth’s bottom arms are locked in place. Still behind her head, her top elbows now point up as her upper wrists are pulled tight against the collar. Nellie shot her a dirty look as Merith beamed with joy.

“Now, now, no one likes a sore loser Nellie. You know how it is. I don’t need both of you working the cafe after the morning rush so one of you goes to the public use stalls for the rest of the day. I put those tip jars out so that the customers can vote on which one of you it is. I give the customers what they want, I make the optimum use of my labor, and the lucky winner gets to spend the rest of they day having sex. Cheer up. I know you’ve been on a bit of a losing streak but that can’t last forever.”

He walked over and leashed Merith. “Up you go now,” he said. Knowing the masochistic alien’s preference, he was particularly rough with her, pulling her with sharp tugs. Like all Gavleths, she would tower over him, if he allowed it. Instead, he kept her lead short, forcing her to bend over at the hips. In addition to providing the erotic humiliation Merith craved, this put her heart shaped rear on display. With his free hand, her master gaveit a solid slap before inserting two fingers into a dripping wet cooch.

“Nellie, mind the store.” Merith is lead out of the cafe, bent over and toyed with leaving Nellie alone. The Oo’lick fumed as she swept the store. It just wasn’t fair! This was the fourth day in row that Merith had won. Nellie wanted a turn in the public use stalls. She stroked herself as she imagined it; being roughly chained in public, having her holes forcefully stuffed, being tormented with whips and shock sticks by sadistic strangers.

“Urrrrgh!” She angrily continued her chores. She’d be really mad to learn that Merith had been moving coins from Nellie’s tip jar to her own when Nellie wasn’t looking.