New morning, new sex hijinks

Luke frowned as he looked at the numbers on the screen. His quarters were dim as it was the ship's 'night time' though of course there was no day-night cycle in deep space. He hadn't bothered to get dressed, lounging naked in the chair at his desk as he mapped out their next move. He had long ago found out that, since he did not need as much sleep as unaugmented humans, he could get work done in peace and quiet at this time. The wound on his leg was well on its way to being healed and the one in his side was little more than a dull ache. Once again, he was grateful to his ancestors for their acceptance of genetic engineering as he now reaped the rewards. Sadly, they did not help him with balancing the books. The payment for smuggling goods for Alexei would not cover the jump fee back to the core systems but thanks to the bounty they were about to receive, Seraglio could afford to travel a couple of jumps, but it wasn't enough to pay for all the things his girls wanted, and the ship needed. He browsed the colony database, trying to see an opportunity somewhere.

A dainty hand glided across his chest as the silky locks of April landed over his face. The reactor engineer kissed Luke's shoulder as her hand crawled lower and lower.
"Naughty captain, abandoning us to go work, tsk tsk", she whispered to his ear.
Luke grinned and pulled April into his lap.
"Just making sure we don't get stranded out here", he explained and, before April could respond, kissed her with gusto, his tongue exploring her mouth.
"Mmmm I liked that", she announced, short of breath after they came up for air.
"And I can feel that you liked it too", April smirked and shuffled her butt against his erection.
"Guilty as charged", Luke admitted and grabbed her with both hands, easily lifting her up and carrying her back to the bed where Metzli was asleep.

"I'm glad that the numbers can wait", April growled as Luke placed her down and kissed the engineer gently. April turned around, placed her hands at the small of her back and winked at Luke:
"Better make sure I won't wake Metzli up by rolling into her", she whispered and wiggled her rump before continuing:
"Should probably make sure I can't make any noise either".

Luke raised an eyebrow and nodded with a horny smile. It was rare for her to slip into this more submissive role and Luke wasn't about to let the opportunity slip through his fingers - especially when she looked so eager, wriggling her hips like a brat who knew exactly what she was asking for! He reached into the toy box hidden under the bed and pulled out a pair of soft leather cuffs and a ball gag.
"I think we're both in for a treat", he promised as he placed the cuffs and the gag on April.
"Because I'm going to make sweet, slow love to you for hours until you beg for release and good luck doing that while gagged", Luke promised with a smirk as he slid into her with a glacial speed.

So, when Nepthys arrived with a breakfast tray, all decked out in a shiny white latex minidress and stiletto heeled thigh boots, she saw April on the bed, a sweaty mess, hair covering her face and Luke, just as sweaty, unbuckling the cuffs of her wrists. The black-haired tech carefully placed the tray on Luke's desk and then, in an exaggerated manner, tilted a mug slightly, spilling a bit of tea on the floor. Pretending to realize only now what she had done, she gasped in mock horror, covering her mouth with a gloved hand.

Luke stared at her and couldn't help but let out a big belly laugh - this performance was just too obvious and silly. Nepthys clearly wanted to remind him who the crew's reigning queen of dom/sub play was.

"Dear me, how clumsy of me!" Nepthys said.
"I should be punished for this", she continued, nodding to herself.
"Of course," Luke agreed. "Down to the gym Nep then. I'll be along after a shower and you better be ready and limber", he continued.
"Oh no Captain, I prefer you salty", giggling, Nepthys sauntered away, her heels clicking.

Metzli, woken by the noise, yawned as she got up from the bed, putting on a silky black bra and adjusting her hefty bosom.
"Sounds like your calendar is filling Captain!" Luke merely smiled as he sat down to eat.
"Better refuel properly first", he stated. Metzli hummed in agreement as she kissed his head and walked out, sneakily stealing a sandwich and leaving Luke alone with the exhausted April, who groaned in annoyance:
"What does a girl have to do to get some sleep in here?"
"Sleep in the girls' dorm, you saucy minx", Luke suggested with a chuckle.

Pinga finished breakfast with a burp of satisfaction and took a moment to reflect. It was only her second day aboard the Seraglio but already she felt more comfortable, that she was getting used to how things worked around here. Proof: she hadn't blushed when Metzli came in to grab a lemon and a pitcher of water wearing only a leopard print bikini and high heel sandals. She must be on her way to the hydroponic garden, Pinga reasoned. She didn't even flinch - well, not much - when Aslög slapped her shoulder and ordered her to the gym for some much-needed exercise. Pinga quickly changed into gym wear and caught up with Aslög at the airlock ladder. But once they climbed down to deck seven, the combination gym/garden/storage deck, her newfound confidence crumbled.

Because in the middle of the deck, Nepthys was hanging upside down in the air. Her thick black hair barely touching the floor. She was wearing a shiny white latex minidress that was so tight that it defied gravity, clinging to her tanned skin. Her thigh boots, also white and with stiletto heels - 'of course' she thought - were pointing straight to the ceiling. Leather cuffs bound Nepthys' ankles, connected by a rope to a ceiling ring. Her arms were restrained behind her back, similarly bound, completing the decadent suspension.

Luke stood next to her in one of his garish board shorts and an unbuttoned Hawaii shirt - 'of course' she thought - as he handled a remote controller, adjusting Nepthys' height. Behind them, at the tarp separating the hydroponic garden from the rest of the deck, Metzli lounged on a beach chair a drink in hand. Clearly the show in the gym was more important than tending the garden. She made eye contact with Pinga and raised her glass in a mock toast, ice clinking. Pinga stopped and stared, mouth open in shock. Her stomach did a flip but from what, she wasn't sure. Fear? Surprise? Curiosity? Or maybe something warmer...

"Captain, we have guests! You really should charge admission at this rate", Nepthys announced in a chipper voice despite her peculiar position. Luke just grinned and gave her rump a meaty slap.
"Tea spilling criminals should not talk!"
Pinga looked at Anslög who was ignoring the scene as she pushed a button, and the running mat came alive with a loud clunk.
"They're just playing", she nonchalantly explained.
"Now, warm up bunny and try to focus, okay?"
Pinga nodded despite having her pulse already racing and began jogging.

Behind her, she could hear Luke saying something in a mock-stern voice and Nepthys responding with a giggle, but she kept her focus. Aslög increased the speed, and she had to run to keep up. She managed - until a loud gag made her stumble and she turned around to see Luke holding Nepthys' head against his groin, his shorts around his ankles. There was no mistaking this part of her 'punishment' as the Captain hammered himself against her face.

Aslög snapped her fingers in front of Pinga's face, catching her attention:
"Hey, get your head in the game!" And Pinga scurried to comply. It became a most challenging exercise - not because Aslög was pushing her too hard but because she had to **** herself to ignore the lascivious display in the middle of the gym. Because Luke didn't stop once Nepthys was down on the floor. While Pinga strained through squats and lifts, Nepthys was bound on what looked like an improvised pommel horse with Luke grinning as he repeatedly brought the computer tech to a peak of pleasure. At one point, Metzli began cheering from the sidelines drowning out Nepthys's rising moans.

Finally, it was over and as Pinga fell on the floor, all limbs trembling from exhaustion. Nepthys fell next to her similarly incapacitated but from a different type of exhaustion.
"Good exercise", the black-haired woman whispered to the bald one.
"We should do this again," and Pinga agreed despite not being sure whether Nepthys talked about the gym training or the sex show.

Luke stepped over them to give Aslög a little kiss.
"Now I really need a shower", he muttered. Aslög merely grunted and slapped his butt before turning to the two women on the floor:
"Next time try not to drool on my mats, bunnies".