Melodia for the Win!

Not relenting your **** on the poor waitress’s backdoor, you closely watch the faces of the two gang members forcing Melodia and Raven to swallow their members. The one being serviced by raven has his eyes closed and is making an Oh Face. Melodia’s gang banger looks like he’s just getting started. You start to panic and look over your shoulder at Jacque. He smirks back at you as he pulls out and cums over the Bantan's face, his white cum contrasting against her purple skin. Unfortunately for Jacque, this proves to be a prophetic action.

When you turn back to the competition, Raven’s partner is indeed cumming. However, he has pulled out and is giving her a facial. She does her best to lap up some of the cum to spit into her mug, but the dominant biker has her gripped firmly by the hair, and she is powerless as jizz manages to land everywhere on her face except her mouth. “Sacre bleu!” you hear a frustrated Jacque scream.

Melodia wraps her lips around her man’s cock and sends him over the edge. She expertly retains his precious speeds, tilts back her head, and spits into her cup. A single dribble overflows and slides down the side of the cup.

“Winner!” shouts Hkpulath. In your excitement you raise both hands in celebration, forgetting that you were white knuckling the bottle. The bottle comes out and the bound **** forces out a fountain of beer from ass, as if honoring Melodia’s victory. Cheers and groans erupt from the crowd as wagers are grudgingly forked over. You’re own bookie hands you your winnings as though you cheated him.

The two slaves are allowed down, but not before the bouncers **** back everyone who hadn’t yet been sucked off. Other than a **** need of water they are no worse for wear. Raven seems unable to look Jacque in the eye. He pats her gently on the shoulder and says something soothing in French. Melodia has a pleased look on her face and gives you a high five after the bouncers untie her.

“Slut. I think you enjoyed that.” you say smiling.

“Must be all that good training ma’am.” She replies with a smile.

“I’ll have to remember to punish you later for indecency.”

“Anything but oral.”

You laugh and turn to Jacque. “I believe we had a bet.”

He sighs. “Oui. What is it you would like to know about Mademoiselle Bellextra.”

“Whatever you have on her. What does she fly? Where is she docked? What is her modus operandi? Does she have this Dixon type VII transmitter?”

“I can tell you she flies an Iah Kuruh longship but I do not know where she is docked. As for her preferred methods, she is a fan of using stolen technology. I believe she is quite clever for one of her species and has a reputation for creative solutions. As for the Dixon type VII, it is quite a remarkable piece of equipment, non? Did you know that it-”

Why is everyone so fascinated with this damn piece of junk? “Look,” you cut him off. “I’m really not a tech girl. I have my **** for that. I just need to know where she keeps the damn thing.”

“Safe bet is that it is on her ship. But then again, I thought the Raven was a safe bet.” Raven looks down in shame. Melodia takes her hand and walks her over to the bar to buy her a sporting drink. Jacque sighs.

“You really haven’t offered me anything useful Jacque. You had an opportunity to have your way with me. I was expecting a bigger pay off for my risk.” You lightly tap your stun whip to make the point.

“I can give you her comms frequency. I believe she is expecting a call from one Melodia Sarmack.”

“That’s it? A comms frequency?”

“I cannot tell you what I do not know. Besides, she paid me extra to not mention this to anyone. I only made that bet because I thought I would have you bent over a cage with my dick in your mouth and Raven’s tongue in your ass.”

Maybe another time. If I’m drunk enough. And I’m sure you won’t sell me into slavery when you're done. “Other than your vaunted discretion, what else did she pay you for?”

“She wanted to know where she could find the Dixon VII and if I had any information on this Melodia. I gave her the location of a tech dealer who sold her the only Dixon VII for five systems. As for Melodia, I have no idea.”

And let’s keep it that way.

“She will be devastated for a week now. She is very prideful you know.” he says changing the subject.

You follow his gaze to the two slaves. The two nude competitors are each receiving free drinks from a crowd of grateful fans. Raven does seem rather crestfallen. Not in that freshly broken in sex **** kind of way. She looked like her dog died. “An interesting trait for a ****’” you say conversationally. Speaking of slaves, the Banatam Waitress is still strapped to the table. Slow dribbles of beer are still leaking out and are mixing with the ****’s own pussy juice. She bends her tail down to attempt to pleasure herself, but you grab it and tie it back to her armbinder.

“Oui, but it is what makes her such a parfait ****.” Jacque says, drawing your attention back to him. “Most slaves perform well because they are trained to; Raven performs well because she wants to.” He looks longingly at the bar.

“She just needs a chance to impress. Let her show you her charms and she’ll bounce back.”

“Oh, she does, every night in fact. In spite of this, she will still keep punishing herself.”

“Hmm. A **** that punishes herself. Unusual. That’s typically the master’s job.”

“Punish her? I never have to.”

“What do you mean you never have to punish her. She’s a sex ****. Punishment is half of her job!” The Bantan is looking over her purple shoulders. It is hard to look disapproving when your wearing semen on your face, but she is making a solid attempt.

“She never does anything wrong though,” he says defensively

“That’s not the point!” You and the Bantan shout together. You glare at her and she meekly looks down.

“Look, it’s a carrot and the stick situation. You got the carrot all worked out. She loves you. I mean seriously loves you. But that slut is a sexual submissive. She was born for her job. No one cums as hard as that while being tied upside down, face fucked, and having anal beads shoved up their ass unless they are a natural sex ****. Take this bitch for example.” You slap the Bantams ass, making it jiggle. “I just assaulted this slut’s rectum with a full beer bottle. All she did was bring us drinks. Now how did that feel Bitch?”

“It hurt ma’am.”

“Now how did it make you feel?”

“Like I was in heat. I still feel that way ma’am.” She presents her booty to you as much as her bonds allow. You’ve tied her neck to one edge of the table and tied her ankles to the opposite table legs, forcing her to bend over the table with her legs wide. She still wears the armbinder she came with. She has just enough mobility to show off and to squirm. You caress her pink snatch, glistening with arousal and offer her scent to Jacque.

“This girl didn’t get punished because she did anything wrong. She was punished because it made both me and her wet. Raven seems like a kind, loving, and dedicated little sex ****. You should treat her like it.”

“You think that will work?”

“Guarantee it.” Again you and the Bantam speak together. You pull out a shocker and zap her buttock.

“Look,” you say as you pull out your strapon. “Just take Raven, strap her down in your dungeon, give her a good solid flogging, and tell her that she has a chance to make it up to you. This will make it so she doesn’t feel the need to beat herself up, since you did it for her. Also, I guarantee that she will give you the best blowjob of your life after that.” You grab a dirty wash rag from another passing waiter and jam it into the bound slaves mouth. “I would do it right now. She clearly needs something to cheer her up.”

He strokes his mustache for a moment and then seems to come to decision. He hands you a data stick. “Here is all of the notes I have on Mademoiselle Bellextra. It is not much.” He takes off his hat and bows with a flourish. “I confess I would rather have you in my playroom. Still, I am glad to have met you Mademoiselle Natalia.” With that he turns to the bar. With purposeful strides, he takes his ****, leashes and cuffs her, and leads her off to a blissfully painful night.

Whelp. That’s my good deed for the year. You turn to the helpless waitress. She is seductively waving a round but side to side in hopes of attention. She’s arched her back in order to give you better access. This has pressed her ample breasts against the table. With a smile you lean over from behind and grab her mounds in a full handed grasp, delighting at the soft flesh in between your fingers. Your strap on is between her legs. It’s not inserted yet, but her labia are caressing the shaft. She rocks her hips back in forth, trying to find the tip, but you keep it just out of her reach, tormenting her with your denial.

“Now,” you whisper into the ****’s ear. “I have decided to give my **** the night off in honor of her performance. This means that your tenure as her substitute will continue.” You stand up and uncoil your whip. “Don't worry. I do not share Jacques attitude regarding punishment.”