So close and yet...

“Goodbye Tamra,” you call as you leave her behind. “Don’t worry, I’m sure the aliens will find you before your captain does, but if you see him first... shhhhh.”

“Hrrn...” she pants. The unfortunate pirate hangs in her hogtie. Not wanting to leave such a helpful and giving slut to whatever grim fate the Malicious Mal will deliver, you tied her high in a tree. Hopefully she appreciates the effort, since getting her way up there was quite a bit of work. Sure, this is functionally leaving her stranded, but if she really wants someone to let her out, she can always call out. She’ll just have to deal with whoever finds her. Besides, the way her tits hang low is just too sexy.

“I will just point out,” says Bellextra, “This was the way the scanner was directing us.”

“Well given how it pointed us in every other direction at one point or another, the rule of large numbers says it would eventually get something right.”

Tamra's directions prove true; due north there was a ravine carving through wide hill. Golden lit bows arc over your heads as you make your way up a slope that keeps getting steeper. Twice you think your going to climb a hummock and see your prize, only to be disappointed by another false ridge. It’s a hard hike with the mud, the steep slopes, and the underbrush but you keep pushing on. It’s here. You can feel it getting closer and for the first time since landing on this crazy planet, your arousal has nothing to do with the funny air.

Finally, after so much damned work, you can see it. Lying before you like an eager **** girl is the Federation Exploration Cruiser. Her broken cargo hold makes for an inviting hole, ready to let you in and make you happy.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” Bellextra asks. All you can do is nod your head in agreement. You haven’t felt this good since you broke that spoiled Toolingan princess down into... well she’s still a spoiled brat. The only real difference is the toys, clothes, and attention she receives these days are significantly more lewd than when she was a princess. “I’ll make you feel better.”

“What-No!” Too late. The hood goes over your face and an unyielding ****, surely the power gauntlet, slams you to the ground. Your world devolves into a sightless and wild struggle. “AARRRRRGH! You fucking bitch!” At the sound of your voice the cyber mesh contracts, tightening against your skin. Grabbing your blaster quick as a whip, you blindly fire behind you. Speaking of whips, she grabs your own and loops around your pistol hand and pull it pulls tight, effectively restraining your arms together at the wrist. Every limb lashes out. A booted foot makes contact with something that makes Bellextra grunt and you manage to get one hand free. The cloth sucks in tight around your face making the fabric expand and contract with your breath. A smooth cold metal clamps down against one wrist, then the next. In a second there is a tell tale electronic wine, and the mag cuffs lock your hands behind you. “Haaaah!” you scream in frustration.

"Seal.” The fabric tightens completely. Suddenly it is very hot as the nano-fibers that make up the mask plug up the smallest of gaps in the fabric. The mask still pumps in and out as your lungs try to keep up with your heart but there is no sweet oxygen for them to find. On a tide of adrenaline your defensive instincts scream to fight all the harder. She grips both your biceps tightly. “I have you,” she says softly. You beat down the impulses to twitch and lurch against Bellextra’s grip. You’re going to need to conserve your strength.

“Good girl,” she says after your struggles die down. Her metal arm pushes down against your back. It’s weird feeling your face pressed into dirt but not being able to smell it. The air tight hood set fire to your lungs. “Release”

“Heeeyyyyaaahh!” Sweet oxygen is gulped into your lungs and your head spins. Gradually your recover lost air. The world slowly starts to come back into focus. The hood blocks light and muffles sounds so that your only sense is touch. The bare skin of her un-armored hand slides down your side, it’s warmth contrasting with the cool damp earth.

“Do not feel ashamed.” Her hand slides along your ass, cupping it where it meets your thigh. “No one who is not Iah Kuruh has ever come so close to topping me before. If you had won, I think you would have broken me.”

“I was going to use you like a Manaian bottom ****.” Your voice seems distant, working its way through the **** hood and the mud you find yourself in. It sounds so small. You hiss as she works her thumb toward your crotch. Visions of what could have been slip through your mind. Bellextra strapped cock up to a table, her boobs and dick swatting back and forth as you crop them. Riding that cock to sweet orgasmic bliss. So many naughty, naughty fantasies that will go unfulfilled now. Her thumb presses against the moist folds between your legs.

“In another life, that could have been quite enjoyable. But not this one.” Your buttocks are almost lovingly mauled as she continues. “Here, I am the victor and you are defeated. It is time for my spoils.” With a vicious tug, she tears open the back of your flight suit, shearing the fabric all the way down to the legs. Rain drops kiss your bare back and backside. “Before we begin, though, I want you to know, I swear, I will treat you with the same merciless sadism with which you would have treated me.”

You believe her. In the face of such an uncompromising truth, there is only one thing left to do. You rally that stifled adrenaline and thrust your ass into her cock. Hungrily you grind against her, feeling the thick press of warmth against your cheeks. It’s an old saying amongst the veteran slavers of the galaxy: “just because your on the wrong side of the whip doesn't mean you can't be a good sport about it.”

Through unspoken directive from conqueror to conquered, you arch your back so that your wide backside is presented. You spread your thighs as wide as they can go so that your pussy, engorged and pink with the excited shame of defeat. “Good girl.” Without warning your vagina explodes as a freight train plows into your **** woman flesh. For a moment, your terrified she shoved her power gauntlet up your lady bits, but after you finish your scream of blissful shock, you realize you just make Bellextra that fucking hard. Hungrily you slam your hips back and forth, seeking to match your rhythm, but Bellextra is too good a top to allow that.

A vice like grip takes hold of your love handles waist locking you into place as thoroughly as any stocks, rendering your holes entirely at her disposal. What strikes you most (other than the earth shattering pleasure being pumped into you) is her precision. Bellextra’s raw power is undeniable, as has been repeatedly made clear. But what is currently being drilled into you is her unerring ability to always find her mark, especially if that mark is your g-spot. Each thrust perfectly fills you, in spite of being delivered at 400 miles an hour. It was foolish of you to even think that your pathetic contributions to coitus were worthy. You simply go slack and let your mistress manhandle you. Harder she thrusts, deeper. Faster.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!” Your legs go out as you spray a fire hose of fluids, both Bellextra’s and your own, from you plugged slit. Fortunately, Bellextra holds you firmly as you twitch out your orgasm. After a moment she drops you. There is a sudden void where she used to be as she slides out leaving you feeling empty. There is nothing you want more than to raise your ass up for a second ravishing, but that last orgasm seems to have turned your legs into a jelly like substance, and all that seems possible is to quiver pitifully in the muddy soil as cum leaks out your puss. Surprisingly, your cuffs come undone.

“Take off those rags.” You can’t see her through the hood, but you know she’s above you. Where she’ll probably be for a while you suppose. It makes no difference. The only thing the remains of your suit are going to do now is get in the way of whatever Bellextra has in store for you, so there really is no point in keeping it. Crack. You wince, not from the pain, but humiliation. There is no way that is anything other than your whip. Shuddering with each strike, your fumbling fingers blindly remove your tattered garments until all you wear is the hood. “Good. Ahead of you, there is a tree. Go to it.”

Hesitantly you stand, reaching out with your hands to try and guide you. It’s a good thing they’re in front of you because a blow from the back knocks you back to the ground. “You know better.” Head hung low, you pick yourself out of the muck and crawl your way forward. Whenever she finds you drifting off path Bellextra uses the whip to steer you back on course. Or maybe she’s just messing with you. Her directions seem deliberately contradictory and with no way of knowing which way your destination is or even if it’s really there, all you can do is follow the instructions of a cruel domme. It seems to take an unreasonably long time and an ass that must be stitched with lashes to find this tree. When your hands finally reach the spongy bark, your cuffs mag-lock together once again. Losing your balance you fall forward onto your face, your cheek pressed against a thick root.

There is a rustling sound for a moment before her unarmored hand pulls you up. Did she get stronger? Or is it simply you submitting to her? A rope runs around your cuffs and pulls you high. Teeth clench and shoulders strain and feet rise above the ground. No idea how high you’ve been lifted, you sway softly in the warm, moist breeze.

Like a bolt of thunder the whip barrels into your breast. “AHHHHH-Shit!” More blows rain across your **** flesh. Flailing wildly, you can do nothing to stop or avoid this savage justice. Biting down, all you can do is do your best to endure as each strike turns you into a pendulum of pain. The agony is all encompassing, filling your entire body before settling in between your legs. So savage yet so sweet.

You didn’t count the blows (something you would have punished a sub for, but given the circumstances, you think you'll forgive her), so you don’t know how long you suffered. You only know that in a burning desire for more as been stoked within your bosom. More pain. More humiliation. More fucking. Which is why you're really put off when she stops.

For a moment you just hang there, the violent energy slowly dissipating leaving you still. Wallowing in your diabolical predicament. Eventually, the sharp slices of pain spread into an aching smear of inflamed nerves until even that fades into the background, your psyche accepting it as a part of the environment much like the rain. All you hear is your own breath, all you feel are droplets of water trickle down your skin. The whole time you smolder for more,

You start when you feel a breath on your neck. She’s close. How long has she stopped? So lost were you that you didn’t hear your captor approach. Where is she? A touch to your side. Pointlessly, you turn your head seeking sight of the unseen, the concealed. Another brush, this one along your inner thigh. You try to reach with a foot, to swing towards her, but she remains just out of reach. Suddenly an unheraled push spins you around. The sudden vertigo is more terrifying than any of the blows and you call out, to what end you don’t know. A vicious hand stops you with a grab to your chest, and you sigh as she slowly begins to massage you. “Please,” you say. “Please, give it to me.”

No answer. For a minute or an hour, she leaves you there, ruminating on your plea. When the whip finally kisses your skin, you shamelessly scream out your terror. Not from the pain, but the lack of control. The bitch was breaking you with patience, dammit. Easily the third worse way to be broken. More and more blows rained upon you and you would gladly take a thousand more if only the bitch would fuck you! “Dammit you bloody dike! You’ve won! Now do what we both want!”

The blows cease. You count the breaths. One. Two. Three. Four- She grabs your knees and forces them up. Eager to comply, you pull them up to your abused titties exposing everything south of the waist to an **** from below. The smell of your pussy is overpowering as you await what you know is coming. She smirks behind you. “You’ll be fun to train.” She drops your full weight onto her waiting tip.

Her hands latch on to your side and she begins pistoning your entire body onto her cock. Your unending stream of agonized ecstasy is punctuated by each thrust. It’s unclear what’s worse; the tearing sensation coming from your rectum or the knowledge that the assgasm Bellextra is ripping from your body is the first of many.

It turns out it’s the first of three, along with two normal orgasms after she switched holes. You counted this time. Heavy pants feel the air as hot sticky warmth slowly slides down your legs, as if unwilling to leave the comfortable caves between your legs. Your heart leaps into your chest as limbo takes hold of you for half a second before hitting the ground. Bellextra pulls on the severed cord that holds your cuffs and roughly shoves you against the tree. You don’t resist as she uncuffs and manhandles you into your new bondage. There really isn't a point anymore, is there? Something, probably more rope, pulls your arms wide around the tree.

You didn't realize how wide this thing was when you first touched it. Your shoulders feel like they'll pop as they are wish-boned around a tree that you probably can't reach more than half way around. More bindings pull your legs wider than you thought possible, so that the cool air chills your steamy vag. The sole bright spot is the trees on this planet have a soft but firm substance that is almost like a cushion instead of rough bark. Your back sinks into it. Perhaps sensing the modicum of relief from your predicament, Bellextra take steps to address this undesirable scenario. A band bites into your waist, and then your crotch before being tied so tight that it pulls you away from the tree, arching your back in a **** search for relief for your tortured puss.

“Now,” she says gently groping your tit. “Not more than a hundred yards away is the Exploration Cruiser. Might as well be a light year for you. I hope you enjoyed your one look at it because you'll never see it again. You failed Natalia. You failed and now you’ve lost almost everything. I’m going to leave you to think about that while I take what is mine. When I return, I'll make you mine and I’ll take away whatever you have left.” Her voice goes silent and her touch leaves you. Alone.