One Year Later

“You’ll never take me alive bounty hunter!” The crazed outlaw slams his fist down on a red button.

Given that that button is the arming sequence for the explosives this guy stole, you believe him. A timer begins counting down from ten. Well so much for those 6,000 Makalian doubloons. You pull out a blaster and shoot through the window before making a running leap outside. Planting a booted foot on the window ledge, you propel yourself across the narrow street of the Cantaran slums and land with a roll on the roof opposite the safe house of Rufus Tan. Foolishly, you get up, only to be knocked down on your knees when the stolen explosives that earned him the bounty in the first place go off.

“I should have known better than to do that,” you say with a groan.

“I agree,” comes a familiar voice.

Standing before you is none other Bellextra, in all of her heavily armed and nude glory. Son of a bitch, you forgot how much that cock made your mouth water. It doesn’t help that blast put you right at BJ height. Shaking your head you get up. You strongly suspect, no, you know, that if you stay at dick sucking level, Bellextra is going to take it as an invitation for dominance. You wouldn’t respect otherwise.

Pushing yourself up you greet your old rival. “Bellextra. Come for the bounty on Rufus Tan, I assume?” There isn't any other reason to come to Cantara. The only thing on this rock worth landing for is a gas station. Probably why Rufus thought he could hide here.

“I am.”

“Whelp, you're too late. Still one step behind me when it comes to chasing a score I see.”

“So it seems. I can’t help but notice that you’re success rate is still sub-optimal.” She nods at the burning hovel. “It appears that I no longer have need of this.” She casually slings a battle rifle surely meant to be mounted on an **** mech over her shoulder. “It’s too bad. He was going to pay for my fill up.” Across, the street, a secondary explosion demolishes the only remaining wall and spreads the flame to the neighboring building.

“We should probably go,” you say as sirens flare in the distance. “Melodia found this really good bar. You want to grab a drink?”

“Mmmmhhh.” She strokes her chin. “How’s their Tarkellian Blaster?”

An hour later you're sitting at the local watering hole. It is literally a hole. Apparently building leveling explosions are pretty common on Cantara. Something to do with insurance fraud. Whatever the reason, the owner of the bar (you never asked for the place's name and suspect the owner would prefer his establishment remain anonymous) has decided that it’s better to build his bar in what used to be a sub-level. It has less of a roof and more of a patchwork collection of tarps that keep the elements out. The interior looks exactly how you would expect a place with a tarp for a roof to look. The furniture was probably looted from a local dump, and the some of the sketchier clientele are probably homeless. They do have a good Tarkellian Blaster though.

Normally you would never have ordered such a silly drink. But when Bellextra asked how Melodia was doing, you said “Why don’t we bring her along?” And she said “Great idea. I’ll bring Sex Light, the **** we captured together on Hellno.” And you said “Oh yeah! Well if we’re all going to get drinks, we can’t leave out Alexa.” And she said “I agree, but who’s Alexa?” And… well, it all ended with Bellextra ordering a pitcher of Tarkellian Blaster. This was probably a bad idea.

The slaves met you at the bar. True to form, Melodia wore something that must have come from your ship, but you’ll be damned if you know where on your ship. She has cowgirl boots that reach mid calf and daisy dukes. A tight, white t-shirt and a cowboy hat complete her outfit. Melodia had been nervous about seeing Bellextra again. She did technically sell out Bellextra after all, and the Iah Kuruh do have a certain reputation. Fortunately, Bellextra doesn't believe in grudges, especially with slaves. She simply pours Melodia a blaster and gives her a surprisingly friendly hug.

Alexa wobbled in behind Melodia. As the beta ****, she is naturally kept restrained. An assless hobble skirt and armbinder restricted her movements. Not that she minded. Where Melodia had fits of silliness and independence that enhanced her submissiveness, Alexa leaned into the **** lifestyle. Whenever possible she likes to be restrained. Early in her training it became apparent that she acts out more when she is punished less, leading to regular **** sessions for the insatiable slut. It is a little ironic that someone who was five minutes from becoming a mindless sex **** when you first met wants nothing more than to be tied and fucked. The illusion of choice is a funny thing.

She hit it right off with Sex Light. The former huntress is an impressive sight. She only wears an elaborate neon harness that starts at her neck, snakes under her breast, weaves around her ribs and belly, then frames her shimmering pussy. Like typical **** harnesses, it frames the wearers sexy bits, but it does so with irregular shapes and asymmetric designs. The hypnotic and alluring lights that are her species calling card have been accented by her mistress. Now whenever, they flash, the outline of chain like tribal tattoos or stylized text appear. These tattoos are the same inky black color as Sex Light’s skin, making them only visible when her flesh flashes with color. Bellextra explains the best way to see what they say is to stimulate a part of her body. She demonstrates by twisting a nipple, making the manacled Sex Light moan and her tit swell with a reddish purple. Sure enough, the words “Mistress’s Fun Bag” circles her nipple, written in a delicate, swirly script. Alexa was very intrigued and took it upon herself to find out what the tattoos around her pussy said, using nothing but her tongue.

The two submissives are encouraged to continue this investigation under the table via a shock stick where they can play without disturbing the three of you. Fortunately, it's a glass table, so you can still see Alexa paint a starfield of light across the alien's night-sky skin. “This reminds me of when we first met Bellextra.” Says Melodia. She put her legs on the table, showing off her shapely thighs and offers a cheers. “Tarkellian Blasters and all.”

The red warrior returns it. “It’s been my favorite drink ever since.”

“How did you two meet anyways. Melodia said something about a job?”

They both laugh. “Well,” says Melodia, “there was supposed to be a job.”

“The crew lead messed up the schedule for the train we were supposed to be robbing.” Bellextra shakes her head at the memory. “It was impressive to watch what the syndicate did to that guy. Really fine **** work. They took their time, didn’t rush, and got truly creative. Fortunately for us, they paid the crew a share of the take up front. Taking that job was free cash. Most of the crew spent it like you would expect Syndicate thugs to spend free money.”

“Slaves and spice right?” you ask.

“Most of them, yeah.” Melodia replies. “We wound up getting paid last. By the time Bellextra and I got to the local star port, the rest of the crew had cleaned out the supplies on hand. So we went to the bar and started drinking Tarkellian Blasters.” She downs her drink. “I remember you said then that if we weren’t working for the same crew, you would have enslaved me then and there.”

“I meant it. At the time I needed the job more than I needed a ****, but you were clearly not meant to be on the slaver side of the equation. When you called me for this job, I got a human sized stockade, just to put you in when you showed up with the codes.”

“Melodia, you were going to partner with this woman?” you ask incredulously.

“Yeah, when you work for the Syndicate, lots of people say they're going to enslave you. It's kind of their schtik." Fair point. "Besides, I think we’ve all realized I was going to end up being someone’s ****.”

Bellextra guffaws and refills everyone’s drink. “So,” she asks. “How have you been getting on since Hellno? Anymore bound gang bangs?”

“I wish,” you reply. “I've mostly avoiding Syndicate space. Kind of sucked really. They really offer the best contracts and the best sex slaves. Don’t look at me like that,” you say to a despondent Melodia and Alexa. “You bitches know you’re my favorite. Anyways, you don’t maroon the most notorious pirate from the most dangerous criminal syndicate without consequences.” You knock back the last of your blaster, slurping down the tiba. In all the years you’ve been drinking at seedy cantinas, you never learned what a tiba was, and you’re okay with that. “What about you?

“I headed back to the homeworld for a bit. Joined a raiding party. I had to get my confidence back after Hellno. We took a... well, a hell of pounding on Hellno.”

Your sphincter clenches at the memory. “I feel you about the confidence thing. That was quite a hit to the proverbial nuts.” Bellextra winces. “Ha. And your literal nuts. It wasn’t until I got Alexa properly trained up that I stopped having dreams about being tied down and taken by a line of glowing aliens.”

Under the table Alexa pauses just long enough to chime in. “Thank you mistress for forcing me to be your submissive bondage slut.” She immediately returns her head to the glowing alien with a sloppy wet vag. Judging by the abundant mood lighting coming from her vulva, Alexa is putting the pussy licking skills you beat into her to good use. The pair makes an impressive sight; Sex Light is lying back with her legs spread while Alexa's face is buried in her crotch. The lustful Asian's restraints **** her to curl into a tight ball and put her ass on full display. You give the tight butt framed by latex a love tap with your shock stick to encourage more moaning.

Tearing her eyes from the magnificent sight Melodia speaks up. “So, speaking of Hellno… I always wondered. What actually happened on that planet?”

“You never told her?”

“Well, right after we left I was a little grumpy, what with the after effects of whatever we were breathing down there and coming away empty handed. I didn’t really want to talk about it.”

Melodia clarifies for you. “She locked me into the stocks and left me with a robo-fucker when I asked about it. For two days.”

Bellextra nods. “Well, that is an accurate portrayal of what happened. You did ask.”

“Anyways,” you continue, “Melodia, after you won the dogfight with those fighters and we flew to the planet-”

“Wait, Melodia did what?”

“Oh yeah, you were still on the Freedom’s End. Melodia blew up a whole squadron of fighters.”

“No big deal,” Melodia says cracking her fingers. Her smug expression indicates she needs to be strapped back into your custom flight simulator and put through some impossibly difficult training exercises. But you'll save that for later.

“Yeah, it took some time to- You know what, why don't I start from the beginning.” You're going to need some visual aids. “It all started when I captured this pussy licker like so." You grab Melodia and throw her on the table, expertly hogtying her. She struggles and squeals, making her heart shaped butt the wiggle just the way you like it. The smile on her face does not go un-noticed.

“We're going to need another pitcher over here,” calls Bellextra.