Exposition and Submission

“So,” you say as you look over your notes. “You’re meeting this Bellextra on the second moon of Tetrion Beta?” Melodia nods desperately. You haven’t let her cum yet, and you don’t plan on doing so until you get all of the information you need out of her. “There she’s going to get this super transmitter from some friends we are hoping are discrete. You were going to meet her there, fly off to Hellno together, ping the transmitter, fly down, extract what you could, and live like queens.”

“Yes ma’am. Please ma’am I-”

“Shut up. If I let you cum before we work this out, I’ll have to wait at least two days for you to recover enough senses to tell me what's going on.” You bite the pencil, considering. “Go over the situation with the Sirius Syndicate again.”

“There was one more survivor on the shuttle with me. He knows about the Explorer ship, so the Syndicate probably knows about them too. But he doesn’t know about the transmitter I sent down.”

“You’re sure?” you ask dangerously.

“Yes ma’am. He’s a junkie. He was just there as a meat shield if things went bad. The whole time we were flying away he was freaking out because he left his stash back at the ship. He didn’t see me launch the probe.” She wiggles back and forth, trying to **** herself over the edge. “Please ma’am, I’ve answered all your questions. Please let me cum.”

“Almost there” you say, still looking at your notes. “Now, this Bellextra, she’s a mercenary?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“A veteran mercenary?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“A heavily armed mercenary?”

You stare at the last part of your notes, hoping it will go away. Knowing the answer won’t change no matter how many times you repeat it, you ask anyways. “A heavily armed, veteran, Iah Kuruh mercenary?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Shit. The Iah Kuruh were one of the most aggressive races in the galaxy. It was said one Iah Kuruh warrior was worth ten Federation marines. They have the dubious distinction of being the first species that humanity went to war with and it only ended when the Iah Kuruh got bored. After **** and pillaging (with the emphasis being on the former) their way through the border worlds, the Ia Kuruh warlords decided that they were happy with the loot and slaves they had. Their armies just disbanded and dispersed. It took years before the Federation could finally get a formal response saying that yes, the war was over, unless of course the Federation wanted to pick up were they left off. If you were going to deal with an Iah Kuruh, you needed a plan.

The Syndicate was another issue. Ninety thousand credits had seemed like a lot for a small fry like Melodia, but it makes sense now. That was chump change compared to the potential reward offered by an Explorer ship. Hell, even if the Explorer ship came back with nothing, it was still one of the most advanced ships in known space. The salvage alone would more than cover the expenses involved. They wanted Melodia because it would make things easier, but they wouldn’t stop looking just because they didn’t have her. She’d have to dodge them if she really wanted this ship.

Melodia interrupts your thoughts. “Please ma’am. I know I was bad, but haven’t I made it up to you? I’ll do anything for you. I’ll lick you, I'll spread my legs for you, I’ll be your ****. Please let me cum!”

She is bent over the sybian and is on the verge of tears now. I guess I have everything I need for now. You grab a gag and kneel down to her level. “Melodia, you were a **** the minute your ship was in my sights. I was going to let the Syndicate be the ones to break you, but things have changed.” You stand to your full height. “Look at me.” You chose to wear a skin tight combat suit for the interrogation. Jet black, it clung to your skin and showed every contour. When Melodia looked up from her restrained and trembling form, all she saw was your perfect body, staring back at her. “I control you. You are mine because I took you and I decided to keep you. That made you a ****. Do you understand?”

“Yes ma’am” she can’t take her eyes off you.

“What are you Melodia?”

“I’m a **** ma’am.” she whispers

“Again.”

“I’m a ****.” there is still desperation her voice but also a passion.

“Louder.”

“I’m a ****. I’m a ****. I’m a ****! I’m a -”

You **** the ballgag into her mouth and strap it tight. This was going to be loud. With a touch of a button, you release the anti inhibitor.

YRRAGAGGHARRHHHHH! HUHHUHUHUHUHUHUHUH! HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNH!

You make your way out of the dungeon and shut the door quickly. Impressive, you think. Even through the reinforced bulkhead you can hear Melodia orgasming her way to oblivion. You come back in thirty minutes, nude once again. Had you stayed in the room for that time you likely would have received tinnitus. She has passed from the scream your lungs out phase to the moaning phase. You flog her for a bit. You don’t want any more information, but it is fun. Melodia seems to enjoy it too. After her beating you play with her tits and make her eat you out. For her part Melodia cums 5 times in twenty minutes. Compared to the past couple of days, it’s actually pretty casual. Aside from the **** induced orgasms of course.

Finally you sit down next to her. You turn the sybian down to low (not off, that would be **** for Melodia, and you’ve already done enough of that) and slowly caress her. She nuzzles you. “How we feeling?” you ask.

“Better now. It felt good. Well not the time before you let me orgasm. That was evil. But it made the orgasm better. You’re not gonna let me go are you?”

“Nope. Best you can hope for is to be a **** crew member. Soon as the Syndicate put a bounty on you, that was the end of your freedom. Besides, with the exception of one very needy Toolingan princess I brought in, you are the most submissive mark I’ve ever tracked. You came while I was ass fucking you.”

“Hehe, ya. That was nice.”

“You’re such a bondage slut.” You pinch her nipple and pull her in close for a kiss. “I’m going to keep you for now. Certainly until we grab this score. After that, we’ll see. Maybe I’ll sell you, maybe I’ll keep you on as **** crew. Perform well, and we’ll talk about it.”

“Yes mistress. May I ask something?”

“Very well ****.”

“Will you fuck me with the strap on?”

“Bitch, by the time I’m done, you’ll wish that was the only thing I fucked you with.”