Obstacles and Opportunities

You glance over your shoulder and read the warning message displayed on the terminal. "You were supposed to disable her failsafes" you say and slice your whip across the appropriate bullet point written on Melodia's thigh.

She let's out an "eep" of pain. "I'm sorry mistress." she looks down, pouting. "I thought I got them all."

Apparently not, but that might not be her fault. Tying her spreadeagle later tonight for some thorough interrogating and even more thorough flogging should reveal the truth of the matter. If your sexy **** isn't to blame, you'll give her some loving warmth and lick a few orgasms out of her. If she is, the loving warmth will be of the hot wax variety.

For now, however, you need to focus the problem at hand. You tap your datapad to release Melodia from her shackles. Just the chains mind you; she can keep the cuffs on for now especially the ones around the base of her breasts. Those really highlight her tits. You stride over to read the alert, and after bringing up the full report on the terminal, you start laughing. "Seriously? Argon K gas?" you ask in disbelief. "Were you expecting to be boarded by the palace guards from Proud Oo'lick Queen III?"

"Puff ooo, suff funt." Angry spittle sprays past the Iah Kurah's gag as she tries to articulate her reply.

"Apology accepted. I guess I should have expected a lack of planning from someone as eager to be enslaved as you."

"Li'm floing a mmph nnnan sssab ou un'il..." The sore loser continues making meaningless threats, but you tune her out.

With your limited gear, venting the gas working its way through the lower levels will still be a problem. Fortunately, your new **** toy has graciously given you access to her collection. A quick scan reveals she has all the basics you were expecting. Now, you'll just need a way to help Melodia navigate and... Hey, that will do.

"Argon K: displaces oxygen and bad for the eyes, but otherwise just a mild skin irritant?" you double check with Melodia.

"Yes mistress, itching for the first few hours and minor rashes after prolonged exposure." Melodia had remained kneeling where you left her, but upon realizing her mistress will be using her, she crawls over to you.

"Stand," you order, "hands behind your back." As you cram her arms into an oppressive mono-glove, you explain "scratching will just make things worse."

"Thank you mistress."

Next is the **** gas mask. The Iah kurah can be really creative when it comes to kink. From the outside the black leather you are zipping up around her head just looks like a smothering bondage hood. That's because the tank of compressed air is in the slaves mouth, pressing against her throat. It doubles as a survival measure, and trains their slaves to take their impressive cocks. A simple remote camera clips to her collar, which will allow you to see what your **** cannot.

The final piece of your subs loadout is a chastity belt complete with two dildos. "Don't get too excited slut," you say as you slide the robotic cocks into your blinded ****. "They don't vibrate." Melodia replies with a "mmhf" of mild annoyance. "But they do wiggle," you added, more than a little gleeful. Flicking of the remote's thumbsticks, you make the joysticks inside Melodia sway back and forth. "I'll use them to direct you around the ship while I keep track of you on the sensors." Melodia bows and nods. "Let's give it a try."

Over the next few minutes, you direct Melodia in a meandering path around your newly occupied dungeon. She protests when you lead her to the auto-caner, but obediently let's the machine stripe her thighs and rump while you run through more complex movements. After you're confident she can bend and turn as needed, you dildo-direct her to the suspended Iah Kurah.

She let's a muffled squeal of delight, when she walks tit first into the long red cock. The shaft had started to soften, but returns to it's rock hard state by your slut rubbing it between her melons, collecting glistening rivets of precum. The dildo up Melodia's ass presses back and the one in her cunt goes forward, your way of ordering her to bow. Your sex **** moans as she rubs her face against the straining erection. "Hungry aren't you?" Melodia moans an admission. "Don't worry; I'll set aside some hours for you to edge it with your throat, but first, let's shut off that gas."

You guide her to the hatch leading to the ship's lower levels. It automatically slides open revealing the opaque green miasma of mild annoyance. The stairs down are almost as steep as a ladder, so Melodia cautiously probes her way down, feeling the edge of each step with her toes before stepping to the next.

A few steps down, you catch the hook of her armbinder to the railing for some help with balance. Her legs twitch and fidget with each step. The gas will get very uncomfortable when it reaches her sensitive parts. In a snap, you lash her twice, slicing a red welt across each nipple.

Melodia screams around the tube filling her mouth and rocks forward pulling against the rail for stability. "If the itching gets to much," you crouch to explain in her ear, "focus on the pain. I'll give those tingling nerves satisfactory attention when you get back." She nods her appreciation and disappears into the green fog,

You send the internal sensor data to the big screen (this dungeon is very well equipped) and strut back to your new painslut. You weren't lying about it having been a really stressful month. Jobs from the Syndicate are a no go because someone might recognize Melodia, and Constantly having to out maneuver Thane's bounty hunters has cut the remaining opportunities in half. You've had to repeatedly whore out the **** just to keep the shuttle fuelled. With one notable exception, Melodia has been a good sport about being rented to lesser doms, but you're worried it's starting to become routine; you don't want prostitution to feel like work.

Yes, your current situation is a little woeful. Luckily, the Iah Kurah's feminine flesh is an excellent canvas for you to vent on. The skin of her dick is stretched taut by her naughty excitement, but you manage to pinch it just enough to attach several toothed clamps, while guiding Melodia's careful progress.

"Did you leave those shock prods armed?" you idly ask when Melodia's blip approaches a weapon stand. Even if your victim hadn't screamed herself hoarse with boring insults and empty threats, the improvised head harness keeps her staring at the ceiling of her dungeon, so she can't answer. "Only one way to find out," you tell yourself, sending Melodia on a slight detour. Her startled squeal a moment later finally answers your question.

To express the importance of weapon maintenance you magnetically stick a taser to the wheel bashing her nuts. It's so much fun watching her body try to scrunch up each time the electrified tines rake across her testicles. But your sadism still isn't satisfied.

When Melodia reaches the atmosphere controls, she spends several minutes feeling around for the shut off valve, giving you some more time to play. "I believe this is called the ass annihilator," you say scrapping the barbaric phallus against your toy's cock. The dumb bitch tries to kick you but only succeeds in painfully tugging the rope tied around her own balls. "You're going to want to produce a little more precum whore. It'll hurt twice as much if I jam this up your ass dry." It's an effective threat; the dickslut's shaft twitches, and a clear bead leaks out the tip.

Before you can guess at the naughty fantasies she is desperately conjuring, a beep distracts you. "You got mail," you inform your spread victim before reading aloud. "Notice of transfer to collections: As you have repeatedly failed to make payments or return the funds borrowed, we have elected to--." A low whistle escapes your lips. "sixty thousand credit bounty, who the hell did you-- The Krubb exchange!?" You snap around and begin viciously lashing your **** for her stupidity. "I know you think with your dick half the time, but are you really stupid enough to piss off the biggest banking conglomerate in the galaxy? Everyone that wants money laundered, loaned, or exchanged has to go through them." You focus your strikes on her imprisoned boobs. "For fucks sake, the Syndicate will sell out their own men to stay on good terms..." You pause as the solution to your current troubles hits you. Working for Krubb would get you a steady income and make Thane think twice about coming after you.

The strain on the Iah Kurah's tits increases dramatically as you pull yourself up onto her. You deliberately dig the heels of your boots into her thighs as you climb. The hard rod pointing from her crotch like a jousting lance makes for a comfortable perch. Your glistening pussy lips tenderly kiss and rub her engorged shaft as you adjust into a comfortable position. The defeated sex toy let's out a truly pathetic moan when she realizes how close she is to your holes yet completely unable to slide her dick into them.

"It'll be okay," you say looking down at her upturned face. "After I collect the reward, I'll recommend leniency. Maybe twenty years of menial labor." You lower yourself until the tip of her penis just barely penetrates your cruelty whetted pussy. "In chastity of course." You take a small vibrator out of your bandoleer and start circling your clit. The poor Iah Kurah whimpers; her **** cock can feel the vibrations through you, but it'll never be enough to let her cum and she knows it.

"We'll have to leave most of you stuff here for the scavengers," you continue while teasing her tip, letting it in just a bit deeper. The cruel clamps bend down when the touch your thighs, twisting the tormented flesh further. "Your ship is an unmaneuverable fuel hog and my shuttle doesn't have much space. But we'll keep whatever toys can fit in that kennel with you."

Such fond memories. Back when you had to rent out Melodia just to make ends meet and not to remind her how lucky she is to have you. Granted, things got a little stressful from time to time, but you got to solve problems however you wanted. Interplanetary organizations, especially the Krubb Exchange, have so many rules. Maybe your being unfair to your current employer, you think to yourself as you stare into the tunnel that leads to Kyla's hideout. Hunting down defaulters and thieves has proven to be challenging in its own right, and you've learned to work around the rules to punish a quarry if they don't give you enough of a challenge.

When it comes to setting traps, Kyla only knows about half as much as you do. The cracks in the cave are to uniform too be naturally occurring, and she forgot to shield the stun launchers' EM signatures. Of course, she was probably smart enough to set up a ping to warn her even if you disabled them. Disarming this gauntlet of traps will give her plenty of time to dig in like a tick. Fun as it would be to blast her out, you didn't bring enough grenades to let her do that.

You examine the scanners readouts again. It looks like she put the motion sensors directly above each stun cannon. It was a mistake you made once, years before meeting Melodia, and it resulted in you spending the next week wearing only a butt plug and ring gag. Thinking back on that rookie mistake and what it took for you to get the upper hand again still makes your tongue feel tired. But things are different now. Today Kyla is playing the part of a young hot shot about to be taught some lessons from a crack team of professionals.

Your teammate is getting restless. Melodia balances on one foot to scratch her shin with the other. Her arms have remained twisted in the tit-tormenting harness, but she is otherwise very nimble. After all, you didn't buy those pink kicks just because she looked cute in them. Your adorable **** will be excellent at getting these traps to blow their load.

From behind, you grab her shoulders and orient her towards the tunnel. Her posture changes as she prepares to follow your every command. "On the count of three, you're going to sprint down there," you say as you make improvements to her harness. She obediently nods. "Three, two, one..." staring intently forward, she has no idea you are lining a shock stick up to her ass crack. "Go!" you shout while jamming the **** rod between her cheeks, like your forcing a bump key into an ignition.

Melodia bursts forward at lightspeed. You doubt the electrified prongs made direct contact with her anus, but the Volt Blaster 9000 was set to max. The mini thunderstorm of pain it generated in that lovely ass must have reached its fiery tendrils to her sensitive sphincter.

She runs like her ass is on fire (and it may as well be). You tied the shock stick's lanyard into her harness; it preforms a merry dance, but stays right behind her. The electrified tip regularly finds her ass and delivers an encouraging slap in the form of a bright blue spark complete with a loud crack. You never get tired of watching things bounce off of those perfect globes.

As for the array of traps, Kyla should have placed their motion sensors a little ahead of them to give the stun launchers more warning. The current set up has each trap firing just after Melodia bolts past. You calmly stride behind her confident in the cannons refractory period. It will take nearly an hour for their capacitors to recharge.

Running full tilt, your pony-**** doesn't stop when she reaches the end of her gauntlet. Predictably, she gallops right into the next trap. Precision cuff mines snap onto her ankles, and the next second she is hanging upside-down. The snare leaves her a little too high to 69, another one of Kyla's mistakes. There is nothing better to follow up gloating with than a rough crotch nuzzle. You'll show Kyla how to properly handle a captive soon enough.