You choose to return

You do not know why you want to return to those people. But the matter of the fact is that you do.

You will spend the rest of your life in bondage. You will be trained arduously, your very mind broken in the process. You will spend years with the gang, perhaps more, then you will be sold to a **** Registry, where you would receive further training and get sold to a new owner. The entire thing set to repeat. Until forever.

And you do it anyway.

"We can't go after her. Not with the whole place crawling with goons," one of the men says. The small clearing near the ship filled with crates and a hastily repaired speeder.

"She is not coming back. Why would she?" another one asks.

"It was either that, or risk getting shot. And the damned collar should have worked," you hear a third man say. Then one of them sees you, and all the others turn to you in the following seconds.

From all of them, of course, the captain is the most determined. Weapon in hand he heads to you, "On your knees, ****!", adamant to check if this is not an act of **** or some sort of trap set by the men who ran after you.

You drop on your knees as ordered, your arms crossed behind your back. The captain undresses you right then and there. He even searches your mouth and asshole. In the meantime the entire crew starts to gather, all of them to burst out in a hysterical laugh, when they finally reach their conclusion:

"She actually wants this!" one of them says.

"Yeah, baby, she's a natural sub!" another one adds.

From the corner of your eyes, you can see your previous gear return. Your arms are once again (and perhaps forever?) locked into the pink straitjacket, the huge ballgag strapped to hang on your neck, as the men start to fuck you in both of your openings. And you have to admit: this is something phenomenal! The pain from your cock. The joy in your mouth. The strange mixture of both in your asshole. Combined, they make something unique that you previously couldn't imagine.

You think to yourself, you could easily get used to a lifetime of this. Then you remember: that you indeed just secured yourself a lifetime of slavery!

The crew continues to fuck you for the better part of an hour. After that you find yourself among the first things that are brought back to your ship with the speeder, safely secured in the cargo hold.

With the right parts gathered, the repairs are carried out rather quickly. In fact, by the evening, you are already in space, you happily pleasing the crew as they throw the party of a lifetime to celebrate your reunion. For the night, you are escorted into a small cage, the magnetic lock shut in front of you, the hood placed on your head once more.

"Good night, slut," the captain laughs, then he leaves you alone with your thoughts.

For some time, you stay idle, your mind engaged in a continuous questionnaire regarding your decision. But in the end, you determine it doesn't matter. And you simply decide to sleep, ready for whatever tomorrow might bring.