Out of the Frying Pan...

“And that’s the only reason you should do a barrel roll.”

Melodia simply moans in agreement. Or pleasure. Probably pleasure. Hellno is far, far from civilized space and the two of you had a lot of free time. Sure, you dominated the insatiable sub almost constantly. You smile at the memories of all of your kinky fun together. The first thing you did was taser Melodia and wrap chord around her elbows and knees. Then, you shoved your panties, freshly soaked from your fight with Bellextra, into Melodia's mouth and pulled her shirt over her head so that it was a makeshift hood. After tying it off so she couldn't spit out the cooch flavored gag, you whipped the shit out of her tits. And that was just before you left orbit. Along the way, you also, made her do a lap dance with weights clamped to her sensitive bit, ride a wooden horse, and watch an Allizdog movie marathon. Okay, you didn't **** her to do that last one. Turns out your both huge fans of seeing cities destroyed by monsters. But eventually, you both got a little cabin fever.

So, the two of you agreed on a little pet project. Melodia, while being able to fly a starship, is by no means a combat pilot. At this point there is no way you could turn her into the Syndicate without raising dangerous questions about what you know and why you didn’t immediately collect her bounty. So it was decided that it would be useful for Melodia to broaden her skillset beyond being a talented tinkerer, clothing kleptomaniac (you don’t know how she keeps finding new outfits or where she is storing them, but every time you leave her untied, she turns up with something cute), and submissive pain slut. To that end, you began teaching her the finer points of dogfighting.

Which leads to her current predicament. The Breaker is not just your ship; it is your livelihood and home. You’re not going to trust it to anyone, even if they are your copilot/****. If you are going to give someone control of the Breaker, you are going to control that person.

Melodia sits next to you in her “chair.” It looks like it could have come from your dungeon, mostly because it did. Rather than a traditional seat, Melodia is mounted on a rounded bench which she straddles. She leans against a normal backrest with neck support, from which sprout two armrests. Of course since this was a joint project between you and Melodia, two bondage enthusiasts, it doubles as bondage furniture. Her legs are strapped to her thighs and belts press against her chest, waist, and neck. The arm rests are more like arm restraints, and the neck "support" is actually just a lock down point for her collar. Naturally, the chair has a built in dildo, butt plug, and clit vibrator, as well as a set of electric pads that stimulate her breasts. Normally you gag Melodia after tying her up, but she occasionally needs to ask questions, so she her mouth is free. For now.

To provide the simulation of combat (or **** her to watch porn, depending on your mood), a VR visor covers the top of Melodia’s face. Her arms have enough wiggle room that she can work the touch screens built into the end of the armrests, which allow her to fly the Breaker. The sex toys provide immediate feedback, vibration when she’s good, shocks when she’s bad. Today, she has been on point, shooting past her personal best in the simulation and earning her 3 orgasms. She’s not ready for intense combat yet, but she does have potential.

“Okay. We’re almost... Melodia? Melodia!" She’s rubbing against her seat and it’s built in attachments. You give her a zap to help her focus and dial back the vibrators so she won't be distracted. "I was saying we're almost to the exit point. Once we’re there I just want to get in, get rich, and get out. If the Syndicate is there-"

You are cut off as the **** of an unexpected hyperspace exit throws you both forward. The fuck? Frantically you check your sensor readouts. A gods damned gravity scoop. You hate those things. The Breaker spins out of control and you fight just to reorient. It takes you a moment to realize that Melodia is also trying to pilot. Repressing your first instinct to punish her, you instead check the scanners. Melodia may not be an ace yet, but she can get the ship straight. Mother fucker! That’s a warship.

“The hell is that thing doing out here?” you shout. “Melodia turn us around.”

When she doesn’t immediately respond you turn to scream at her but she is white as a sheet. “That’s the Freedom's End.” she whispers.

There is no way you’re that unlucky. You check your scanners. Well fuck, you are that unlucky. On your viewscreen is the terror of a thousand trade lanes. A seemingly unending mass of metal, guns and fear; so much fear. Flagship of the Sirius Syndicate’s pirate fleet, the Freedom's End is unique amongst pirate ships; it was built for space combat. No one builds a ship with piracy in mind; there generally isn't a large return on investment. Most pirate ships begin their lives as freighters or asteroid miners that some **** schmucks bolts a few guns on and hope that their first mark doesn’t have decent security. If (and it's a big if) the crew is skilled enough and lucky enough, they’ll live long enough to upgrade the ship to something resembling combat worthy. Hell, even the Breaker was originally a pleasure yacht that you acquired from one your captured bounties (along with his trophy wife, mistress, and very spoiled daughter).

The Freedom's End did not fall into piracy that way. Instead, it was built from the hull up to shoot things and be shot in return. Reinforced bulkheads, redundant systems, hangar bays, robust power systems, barracks, and more were all incorporated into the black ship from the beginning. The Syndicate invested several large fortunes into her construction, and she is the reason they have more power than some of the smaller planetary governments. Thousands of sentients have been enslaved by that ship.

You shudder. Dark rumors surrounded the fate of those taken by Freedom's End. Being built by the syndicate, it of course had an array of facilities capable of transforming your average prisoner into a slutty submissive. That’s typical of any syndicate ship. That’s not what causes the rumors. The slaves who come from the Freedom's End are, different. They still behave like slaves, obeying every command and are always lustful, but where a true syndicate **** will cream her **** harness at the thought of abusive sex, the slaves from the Freedom's End never seem to feel the joy of servitude. Or any other kind of joy. Or sadness. Or anything.

“Unidentified ship. Surrender and be enslaved,” a voice as beautiful as a wolf comes over the comm unit.

“Don’t you mean ‘or be enslaved?’” you ask before thinking about it.

“I know what I said.” Melodia cries next to you at the reply.

“This is Syndicate contracted ship Breaker. I am here on official business regarding a bounty.” you speak fast out of desperation. “I am transmitting my credentials as a licensed bounty hunter contracted by our mutual employer.” When backed into a corner, the truth can be surprisingly useful.

“Stand by.” It’s not like you have a choice. They haven’t released the gravity scoop. You take a moment to catch your bearings. You’re right on the outskirts of the Hellno system. It looks like the Freedom's End is set up to ambush anyone who enters the system. Probably waiting for Melodia to come collect the prize. Shit, you should have thought of this. Anything valuable enough to betray an organization as powerful and unforgiving as the Sirius Syndicate is certainly worth protecting. You just didn’t think they would send the most terrifying ship in the known galaxy to do it.

You take a moment to take a few deep breaths. “Calm down Melodia, you say soothingly. “They’re Syndicate and as far a they know we’re syndicate. We’re all friends.”

“Starhip Breaker, this is Captain Malcolm Rhodes. I take it you’ve heard of me.”

Everyone has heard of Captain “Malicious Mal” Rhodes. He first made a name for himself by betraying his captain 15 years ago. He then sold the entire crew into slavery so that there would be no question of loyalties. Hundreds of freighters have been taken by him. No one knows what happens to their crews. You gulp before replying. “Yes Captain. This is Natalia Demsys. I’m here investigating a lead.”

“Well, well, now. That bounty must be giving you on a merry chase to bring you all the way out here. Unfortunately for you, your hunt lead you somewhere the syndicate doesn’t really want anyone.”

“Oh, well my mistake. If you just release your gravity scoop, I’ll be on my merry way and-”

“Not so fast, bounty hunter. We’ve been out here for quite a while and we could use some fresh sport.”

“Wait, wait, I have data on Melodia Stamack.” When you don’t hear an immediate reply you keep going. “I assume she’s why you're out here right? I mean there's not a whole lot else to bring you out here. Why don’t I transmit the data I have and we’ll both go on our separate ways?”

“Good guess lassy. I am out here hoping that bottom feeding slut will come my way.”

“And isn’t that just a waste of your time? You’re the Malicious Mal Rhodes. You should be pillaging a Federation pleasure planet, not cooling your heels. So if you’ll just drop your gravity scoop-”

“Not quite yet. You make a good point. This is a waste of my time, but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to let you go. I want to make sure that you have information worth my time. Mmmh, I'll be honest, part of me hopes you don’t have anything worthwhile. I hate bounty hunters. Too many have tried to claim the bounty on my head in my time. Make your way to my docking bay Freedom's End out.”

The Breaker shudders silently as the gravity scoop dissipates. “Mistress please don’t give me to them,” Melodia blurts out as soon as you cut the comms. I’ve seen slaves that came from the Freedom's End. They looked like they’ve already died. So hollow...”

You shake your head. “Don’t worry. The only way they’re going to take you is if they take me.” As the mass of the Freedom's End looms in front of you, dwarfing the Breaker, you realize that that probably shouldn’t be that comforting. For Melodia however, it seems to be enough.

You guide the Breaker into the hanger bay. Even though the bay is sizable, hosting a wing of attack fighters and an **** shuttle, it still appears to be only a small sliver of light against the behemoth’s hull. You set down in a small berth that seems to be set aside for guests. Not guest like I’m going to stay in the dungeon and be tortured. Guest like I’m doing someone who I really don’t like a favor and then leaving. That’s what you tell yourself at least.

“Melodia, I’m going to seal off the Breaker after I leave.” You pull out a comms bud. “You’re going to be listening in. If I can’t make it out of there-”

“Mistress?”

“In the incredibly unlikely chance I can’t make it out of there, you are going to fire the guns and fly out of here as fast as you can. Use those evasive maneuvers I showed you.”

“Shouldn’t you release me?”

Releasing a sub from bondage is always something you’re loathe to do unless you have a task for them that needs freedom of movement to accomplish or they have fully sexually satisfied you. Melodia has done neither and she can fly the ship from her current position. True these are extenuating circumstances, but still. Principles.

“Okay,” you say as you tap a few buttons. “Those restraints will come loose in an hour.”

You get up to leave her, but pause before leaving the cockpit. Taking one last look at her before you go, you open your mouth to say something, but can’t think of what to say. That’s not true. You can think of one thing, but you don’t know how to say it. Instead you pull back Melodia’s head by her hair and kiss her deeply. That works. You leave the bridge and exit your ship and sanctuary.