You are trapped

As the hours start to go by, you realize that you are truly helpless. Your first instinct is to struggle out of the straitjacket, and so you start to move your arms inside the material, twisting and jerking them any way you could. But ruanite outfits are called inescapable for a reason: once you get locked inside them, you can only get out if your captor wants you to. Something that only happens once the ****’s mind is shattered to the point that their sole desire is to serve their master.

The second thought you have is to wait until you are let out of the cage, and use your legs to subdue Mr. Garcia. But there is no point doing that either. If you threaten to kill him, he would literally laugh you in the face: if he dies, you also die, as there is nothing on the ship that could help you get out of the straitjacket. Not to mention that you can’t use your toes thanks to the ballet boots, and your eyes are rendered useless by the blindfold. The other thing you might try is ****, but that would mean a lot of risk. Without using as much of your toes, you can’t bind him. And even if you **** him into a grip with your legs, all he would really have to do is to grab his gun with one of his hands, and put a hole in you.

No, you have to wait. That is the only logical conclusion your mind could come to. Even if this means enduring the three days with Mr. Garcia.

"Ship is on auto pilot now," you can hear the man say as he enters the cargo hold. You can hear his footsteps become louder against the metal, then you shudder as you can feel his hand pressed against your face. "Come on, you don’t have to be scared: we are just going to play a little," he adds. His hand moves down to your neck, then finally to your breasts, two of his fingers locked onto one of your erect nipples.

"Mhmm!!!" you groan as he increases the pressure, both of your arms tensing against the material.

"You can’t do anything, can you?" he asks. You shake your head.

"Mhmmmm!!!" you groan again as he increases the pressure.

"Or maybe you could think of something, and you are just shy?" he asks. You shake your head.

"Hmm, wouldn’t that imply a certain thing then?" he asks. You shake your head. However he increases the pressure, "Mhmmmm!!!" so you start nodding instead. "Yes, that’s right. You actually got enslaved here."

He twists his fingers on your nipple, the pressure maintained, and you continue to nod.

"You know what? Let’s put these into words," he says, and he unlocks your ballgag with his other hand. A trail of saliva leaving your mouth as the ballgag departs your lips. "What are you, Aarla?"

"I’m a ****," you answer. But that makes for another twist. "I’m a ****, Master!"

"Who's **** are you?" he asks.

"I’m your ****, Master!" you say aloud.

"Say that again," he instructs you.

"I’m your ****, Master!" you say aloud.

"Again," he says.

"I’m your ****, Master!" you say aloud.

"And for the fourth time," he says.

"I’m your ****, Master!" you say aloud.

"Good," he says, and he finally lets go of your nipple, a rush of pain getting to you instead of the relief you expected. Your mouth partially open, you can feel one of his fingers (perhaps his index?) inserted. You start to suck on it like a cock. In fact, you wish it would be one: the series of events made you aroused like no other.

"Open your mouth wider," he says, as you can hear his zipper pulled down. You proceed to do as ordered, and the next second his penis is inserted in your mouth, and you start to suck on it. "That’s right. That’s right," he repeats, his palm on the top of your head to guide you. You keep going on it for another minute. After that, he gets to the peak, and his semen is sprayed all over your tongue.

You gulp it down like the good **** you are. Alongside with a portion that you have to lick from the corner of your mouth. You stand idle for a second, unsure what happens next, then you can feel two fingers enter your vagina, making you gasp "Ahhhh!!!" as they start to move inside you with rhythmic motions. At one point, your expect them to leave. But they just keep going, your mind flooded with the sensations. Then it happens, "Ahhhhhhh!!!", and you arrive to he euphoric peak, your juices sprout all over the man’s hand and the padding on the cage under you.

"What do we say now?" Mr. Garcia asks.

"Thank you, Master!" you say aloud.

"That’s right," he says, his fingers placed inside your mouth so you could lick your shower from them. "You see, we will get along just fine, you and I. It is just like the Zetans say. Some people are born to own a ****. And some are born to be owned by them."

You feel something thick against your mouth, so you open it. You realize it is your ballgag, now strapped back into place as the show is over.

"Come on, you were dreaming of this," he says. His hand caressing your cheeks again. "Yes, Aarla, you want to be a ****. You are just too damn stubborn of a woman to admit it," he adds, however you choose not to react. His fingers wonder back to your nipples. Except that this time they are gentle, stimulating you as you are still with heavy breaths from the orgasm.

"Yes, you are stubborn. So damn fucking stubborn," the man says. "But don’t worry, we have our three days here. Plus whatever time we will have once we sold the artifact. That's all what we need to get to the bottom of this, don't you think?"