Part 8: Sold

Jane awoke disoriented. The table she was chained to was gone. As was the mess hall. As was the ship! The blurry images around her were of a planet with a gray sky.

Someone was slapping her face. "Wake up. Slaves don't get to sleep in." It was Dr. Ocelot. She wore the same skimpy outfit with the addition of a black leather harness. The accessory was akin to combat webbing but sported plenty of cuffs, crops, dildos and other kinky devices Jane couldn't name.

The blinding sun was just starting to rear its ugly head through some sort of scaffolding. Jane groaned as the brightness smothered her ability, but not desire, to sleep. At least that dental gag was gone, much to the relief of her jaw. Likewise, her cuffs had been replaced by a rope harness that locked her arms in a box-tie behind her back. The harness had an elegance to it with scarlet rope accenting and promoting her pert breasts. The cum previously crusted to her tits had been cleaned off too (Jane hoped but doubted she had been washed professionally). It would seem a collar was the only thing left from the night before.

Jane sat in what was once a box of corrugated steel about twice as big as a standard shipping container. The metal was old and worn. Large holes were punched through the walls and the roof had been torn off. The surface was significantly marred by rust despite the thick grease that covered the floor and now clung to the bound woman's skin in grimy smears. "Where?" Jane managed to croak out.

"You wouldn't recognize the name. It was a mining settlement some time ago. We chose it for its lack of importance."

Beyond the battered walls and her mistress's fine ass, Jane could see more dilapidated structures. It would appear it was just the two of them on the planet. Though there might be some crew members nearby to act as security for whatever game the Asian dominatrix was planning. The naked officer felt warm blood rush to her cheeks as she imagined a tactical assessment of her **** strategic assets through a Federation Command issued surveillance headset.

"How did we get here?"

Dr. Ocelot sighed. "Shuttle, then speeder. Dr. Daniels said you would need a proper rest, thus you were sedated through the trip. Your charming comm officer, Wynn, I think her name is--."

"Sedative?" Jane asked groggily. That would explain why she still wanted to sleep while sun beams skull fucked her.

Dr. Ocelot scowled. "Yes, RA-5. It's taking a bit longer to wear off than I planned."

Jane opened her mouth to ask another question, but a hard rubber ball was **** behind her teeth. The soldier was surprised by how compliant she was while the doctor buckled the ballgag behind her head.

When she was finished, the experienced mistress placed a reassuring hand on Jane's cheek. "I need you listening, not asking questions. Wynn suggested giving you an enhanced vitamin complex as well."

While Dr. Ocelot spoke Jane's eyes drifted down the buxom beauty's nearly naked body. Despite the bright sun, there was a cutting chill on the breeze. Wasn't Dr. Ocelot cold? Jane was cold; her nipples were so perky they hurt. Maybe she should beg to be mummified, to have wide strips of soft silk tightly hug her body. Mistress could still leave her nipples exposed for extra fun, or she could put vibrators under the thin coverings.

A burst of electricity bit Jane's left nipple, making her eyes snap open as she screamed into her gag. "****, wake up," Dr. Ocelot said sternly. "On your feet you lazy whore," she added, pulling Jane up by her collar.

The shock-stick jammed into the ****'s poor nipple proved quite effective at slamming Jane back to consciousness. Adrenaline surged through the bound woman, but her legs were still shaky, and with her arms bound, she had to lean against the cold wall behind her for balance.

"I have a lot to tell you and very little time. First, I won't have time to finish your training." A wistful smile curled the doctor's perfect lips. "I had so much planned; you were going to be begging for anal tonight." Her eyes narrowed as she regained focus. "Irrespective, you'll manage. Just follow your submissive instincts, and you'll make a good ****."

Jane looked back puzzled. The way the doctor was talking like this was the last time they'd see each other.

As if to answer, Dr. Ocelot's apologetic eyes met hers. "There's been a change of plans."

"Uh oh, a change of plans," said someone outside, their voice distorted by a helmet.

"The old plan must have sucked," suggested another equally muddled voice.

With the crunch of heavy boots on worn steel, two figures entered the decaying structure. They both wore featureless, dark red armor from head to toe. Their suits were a practical design save for overly large cod pieces that likely exaggerated what was beneath.

Dr. Ocelot frowned at the sight of them, but didn't seem surprised. "You're early."

"We wanted to hear about the change in plans." The monoliths marched forward, sealing off the only exit to the shattered structure.

The exotic domina silkily slid her hand down her slaves back and gave Jane's pert butt a quick squeeze. "Commander Pegasus here thinks this is all pretend." She looked at Jane, cruelty accentuating her statuesque features. "I'm actually selling you sweetie. You're going to be a sex **** for the rest of your life."

Jane's heart fluttered as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Her mistress wasn't being serious; this "selling" thing was just a twisted game right? From behind her gag, Jane let out a startled whimper when the sadistic woman roughly shoved her forward. The squirming **** stumbled into the iron grip of one of the thugs. In the reflection of his armor, Jane saw that she was wearing them! The collar and drop earrings that her crew was going to track her by. That meant this was the start of her mission, but everything was wrong. It wasn't supposed to start for another two days and she had a fake name. Panic threatened to overwhelm the soldier, but she swallowed hard against her collar and **** herself to be calm.

The grunt's gauntlets started roaming Jane's body, their near black finish a stark contrast to her exposed skin. "Nice fuckmeat," he whistled before painfully pinching Jane's tender thigh less than an inch below her bare pussy. "Don't know if she's worth thirty pounds of Quinton but that's the boss's business."

Gears started to turn in Jane's head. Dr. Ocelot had said a nameless **** would only be worth ten or fifteen pounds of the expensive alloy. Jane's expression took on a twinge of bitter pain as she turned to the gorgeous freelancer. The helpless woman looked at her dominatrix with pleading eyes. Yes, the beautiful doctor had been cruel, but not like this. She wouldn't deliberately ruin Jane's cover for her own gain, would she?

The other grunt dropped a backpack at the doctor's feet. She quickly scanned it with her datapad before nodding approvingly. "You know," he said ponderously while placing a large hand on the alluring woman's upper arm, "there's a way this costs the boss nothing and we get an extra ****."

Dr. Ocelot's entire posture changed, Atop quivering legs she swooned into his grip. "Please sir," she mewled like a kitten, "make me **** on your thick cock." She pressed her large breasts into the slaver and wrapped her arms around his body. A hard magnetic click echoed through the air. "Sirs, I beg you," she continued in the same submissive voice, "give me a reason to detonate the shape charge I just stuck to Sir's armor. I would be ever so grateful to give Sir another hole for me to fuck with my strap-on."

For the next minute nothing could be heard except for a far away pebble being blown about by the wind. Dr. Ocelot retained her bimbo grin. Meanwhile, those climate sealed helmets gave the armored golems one hell of a poker face. Then the two grunts burst into laughter.

Prowess proven, Dr. Ocelot removed the magnetic mine from her rube's shoulder. "Now," she suggested authoritatively, "why don't you and thug 2 skedaddle."

Thug 2 pressed his armor clad form into Jane's back and wrapped one powerful arm around her body to firmly grip her breast. With the other hand, he unfastened her collar and tossed it to Dr. Ocelot. "You can keep it; we got our own," he explained, "with more features." Jane felt a fresh collar being buckled around her neck. It was tall and rigid with small, evenly spaced bumps that pressed gently into her neck. As it clamped shut, her chin was **** up, and the bottom pressed against her shoulders.

"Hope to do business with you again," commented Thug 1, evidently still cheerful about being bested. He and his partner left, tugging Jane behind. As they marched her forward, Jane glanced over her shoulder at the woman that had just sold her into sexual slavery. Dr. Ocelot blew Jane a kiss that made her soon to be stuffed pussy quiver.