The Setup

“Yes, that’s right. Under the large stone arch two miles south of town. Oh really? Well no I wouldn’t have guessed that they named it the Glory Hole. Are you sure you can’t do it sooner?”

Melodia looks down at her predicament as she asks the last question. She had such a good time being tortured by the Brut0X. You didn’t see any reason to spoil her (or your) fun. After a brief rest, you tied her to a bench in your dungeon with her back on the bench and her arms restrained beneath it. Two straps secured her in place, one on her chest and waist. The one on her chest was just positioned below her breasts, pushing them up and presenting them to you. Her knees were tied to the two bench legs, which **** her legs apart. Positioned like a scorpion’s tail between them was an automatic fucking machine, waiting to strike. On a nearby table you have an array of sex toys ready for use.

You’re holding the phone against her head for her. You wave your hand in the ‘hurry up” signal. “No, you’re right, you waited on me for a long time, I can wait on you for an extra day. Okay. Sure. Bye Bellextra, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You hang up the phone for Melodia. “So we have a meeting?”

“Yes ma’am. We’ll meet under the Glory Hole arch at noon tomorrow.”

“She’ll come alone and bring the Dixon VII?”

“That’s what she said.” She struggles a bit. “Uh, ma’am, shouldn’t we prepare the ambush.”

“That is very forward thinking Melodia.” You circle her like a shark around chum, your finger tracing an outline up and down her sides. You naturally stripped before restraining her. She shivers at your touch. “So, let’s go over the plan.” You pick up one of the whips you have laid out. “Break it down for me Melodia. What do we do first?”

“Uh, well we called Bellextra and set up the plan.”

“Very good.” You circle around to where the fucking machine is stationed. The dungeon has many robotic arms incorporated into the walls, floors and ceiling. All of them can be fixed with cuffs, whips, or in this case, a black dildo with a clit extension. With the press of a button, the arm slowly inserts, just the tip though. “Tell me what’s next.”

“I go out to meet Bell-Ahh!”

You pull back your whip. “You’re skipping several steps. Try again.”

“Uhh, we, we, we’ve called Bellextra so the next step is-Shit! Fuck! Mistress please!”

“Language Melodia, really.” Red lines are now crisscrossing Melodia’s breasts. You pick up a can of alligator clips.

“Please Mistress. Isn’t going to the meeting the next step?”

You circle her areola with an alligator clip. “Melodia, first, I need to set up my sniper’s nest.” Melodia squeals as the toothed clip bites down on her nipple. “I had you pick that location because there is a natural swale under the arch. A low spot which will give a shooter, myself, plenty of opportunities to take a shot. By the time the meeting begins I will have been waiting for at least an hour. And that’s if she’s early. I’m not risking this plan going tits up just because Bellextra sets her watch fast.” Oooh. Tits up. Two more stikes, one for each tit. “Next step.”

Melodia pauses for a second. “Not the meeting?”

You laugh in spite of yourself. “Cute.” You press another button and the dildo starts to vibrate. “That’s only going to work once though. Next.”

“Uhh,” You palm the whip. “Wait, wait, we get the Brut0X in position!”

“Very good Melodia. There are numerous large rocky outcroppings there big enough for the Brut0X to hide behind. He’ll be ready to go” The vibrator pushes into the hilt, so that her clit is now covered by the extension. She sighs deeply. Creamy flesh pulses at the frequency of the vibrator. “Keep going.”

“Ahhh.” She is rocking her hips back and forth now. “Mmmmh, I can’t think of what’s next Mistress. I’m sorry.”

She just wants to be whipped. You oblige her with a few more strikes, these aimed between her thighs. For good measure, you add another clip so that her tits match. “Next is the meeting. You’re going to meet under the arch at noon.”

“Yes. Oh, yes.” Her hole body is moving now, doing everything it can to work the toy in her vag. You sigh and grab your remote, ordering the toy to withdraw. As the arm retracts you note how her juices make the dildo glisten in the dim lighting of the dungeon.

“Focus Melodia.”

With a clarity you rarely see from her she recites the next step of the plan. “I make sure to stand in a spot where you have a good shot and she can’t see the Brut0X. I try and get her to present the Dixon VII. If she doesn’t have it, I try and get her to tell me where it is. You’ll be listening in on our communicators. If I can talk her into giving it to me I take it. If not, you and the Brut0X take over.” She stares at you with the intensity of a dog that has performed a particularly neat trick and knows a treat is coming.

After taking a moment to cover your shock at how good Melodia was at guessing your whims, you command the dildo back in. “Now Melodia, there is one last thing we need to do before we commit to this. Do you know what that is?”

“Uhh, calibrate the Brut0X?” She responds in between moans. Her eyes are closed and she is clearly more focused on other things.

“Well, I would have thought that yesterday would have found any bugs but if you think we’ve missed something-”

“NO!” She tries to sit up quickly but her bonds prevent it. The alligator clips do move rather pleasing as her breasts shake with her struggles. “No, mistress I think you’re right. If there was any fault with the Brut0X we definitely would have found it.” She wiggles back and forth. Those alligator clips are so adorable. You decide to add some more.

After a ring of alligator clips stretch out the flesh along Melodia’s nipples, she is still no closer to figuring out the next step. The vibrator really isn’t helping anything and she had more than one orgasm while you clipped her. You take a string and thread it through the clips. Guessing what comes next, Melodia begins making wild guesses. “Take out a life insurance policy? Clean the weapons? Wash the Breaker? Go back to Swingers and have a good luck orgy?”

“While that last one does have some merit,” you say as you tie off the last clip, “it was your last guess.” Pulling on the string like you were starting a lawn mower, the clips go flying. Melodia wails and you immediately cover your ears. Should have gagged her. You can’t help but notice that it’s not exclusively a cry of pain. Spurting like a plugged hose, lady jiz sprays around the dildo covering the bench, Melodia’s legs, and the fucking machine. After a small eternity, her voice goes out and is replaced by heavy, fast breaths. Not giving her the moment, you squeeze breasts flushed red with pain. She gasps in agony as sensitive mammaries are lady-handled by your unforgiving fingers.

“The last step, Melodia, is where my slaves relieves my tension so I am relaxed while I take my shot.” You throw one leg over Melodia’s head and obligingly spread your lips for her with two fingers.

She continues panting, “Why-why didn’t you just say so?”

“I don’t know. Because I’m the dom. It was fun to see you squirt like that. Uncomporomising sadism. Mostly the last one I guess. Now shut up and get to work.”

A few hours later you are both lying in bed. You’ve allowed Melodia to share your bed to ensure that she is well rested for tomorrow. Not out of any concern for her comfort. That goes without saying. Like a good **** she is nuzzling against you. Her bright orange hair is mussed against your shoulder, and one hand is thrown over your chest and resting on your boob. “What happens if it doesn’t work?” she asks softly.

You look down at her and shrug. “Then it doesn’t work. Don’t give me that look. We might not succeed tomorrow.” You stretch your arms above your head and yawn. “This lifestyle is something of a high risk profession. Sometimes, you’re the one who gets caught. Just like you did. I’ve lost hunts before. I’ve been the one strapped down on the bench.”

“Really?”

“Yup. Second hunt. I was thinking I was some hotshot just because I had managed to bag one bounty. Walked right into an ambush. Spent a couple months in an Iollian’s dungeon licking up cum.”

“What happened? They didn’t break you?”

“Yes and no. You see at first I was horrified and ashamed. Aroused too of course. They fucked me a lot, and boy were they good.” You reach down to feel Melodia’s lower lips. You bring up two moist fingers and insert them into Melodia’s mouth. “You know what’s that’s like, don’t you slut.” She nods as she sucks on your fingers. You remove the fingers and grab a tit. “After a bit, I stopped worrying and just focused on the orgasms.” You look at her meaningly. “Kind of like someone I know. I learned to enjoy being a ****, but I wasn’t broken.”

“How did you escape?”

“A rival clan take over. Iollian clan rivalries are pretty gruesome affairs. One day I was servicing one of the guards when his head was blown clean off. that day, I was handcuffed me with my hands in front so when no one was looking I grabbed the guards gun and blasted my way out of there.” You laugh. “It was kind of funny really. Iollians release a rival clan’s slaves after a takeover to humiliate the survivors. But at the time, it seemed like the right thing to do.”

“Do you think something like that could happen to me?” Melodia asks.

“Given what happened to my captor in that story, you are very lucky we’re not in the dungeon. But yes, I do think you can rise above this. Obviously, I will always be your superior-

“Yes mistress.”

“-but I see some potential in you. Live for the moment, Melodia. Keep doing that, and weather we win of lose tomorrow, you’ll be fine.”

She nods and wraps a leg around yours. “Thank you mistress.”

“Don’t mention it. Get some rest.” That’s why I’m letting you sleep in the bed and not the dungeon. So you can be well rested.