The Last of the Light

It’s amazing how someone's mental state affects their perception of time. Take Hellno as an example. The journey to the cruiser was an anxiety filled trudge, the gravity of the situation stretching time as surely as any black hole. Now that the worst is behind you, the journey back to the Breaker is almost too short. You barely have time to appreciate the exotic flora of this planet. The serene landscape would surely be an intergalactic treasure if it weren’t for the fact every plant and animal here seemed to be determined to **** visitors to the planet. Or the hostile locals. Or the inexplicable magnetic field which scrambles sensors and communiques. Or the planet's incredible remoteness. Still, a definite must visit. And it makes an amazing backdrop for Bellextra’s sweet ass.

It is a sweet homecumming back at the Breaker. Literally for Bellextra, who squirts her hot joy all over the jungle floor when you arrive. That probably has more to do with the industrial powered ass vibrator you left on maximum then your triumphant return, but it is an auspicious sign of things to come nonetheless. You like to think it is her way of accepting her new life as a ****.

Melodia greets you properly; on her knees with her hands behind her head. Like a **** should. True, she’s wearing clothes, but this piece is a very sexy leather corset with fishnet body glove and heels so sharp they could be weaponized, so you let that slide. “Melodia, close your mouth,” you command as you manhandle Bellextra up the ramp. “Or are you offering to suck my new ****?”

“No!” she spits out. “I mean, unless you want me to…” Her eyes stare at the swinging schlong. Bellextra is making a last ditch effort to escape, thrashing this way and that, but you have a firm hold on her. Specifically, her ass. One hand squeezes that booty like its stress ball. It is an apt comparison, for you can just feel all your worries melting away each time you clench your fingers. The other hand pulls back on her pony-tail so her back arches, her boobs threatening to pop out of the pony harness.

“Maybe later. First, I want to get this one thoroughly locked down and then take a shower. It’s been a long day.”

“And a hard one, I assume.” Melodia is still quite distracted. While you can’t blame her, she does owe you a certain amount of deference. You narrow your eyes.

“Hey!” You divert your ass ministrations to quickly crack the whip across Melodia’s round tit. “Mistress is talking.” It’s nice to hear her yelp again. “You can ogle her after I’m through with her. Now where is Alexa? I want to see if you’ve followed through with your educational commitments. If my pussy isn’t properly tended to when I come out, I swear to the gods the closest you will ever get to this sweet pussy fucker,” you slap the cock for emphasis, ”Is the cage next to her after I lock you in with denial vibrators.”

She gulps. “Alexa is really good now ma’am! She can make me cum in less than five minutes.”

“Melodia, a root vegetable could do that, you fucking skank.”

“Well, yeah, if you used it right,” she mumbles under her breath. “But she does it with her tongue.” She says as if that solves the issue.

Bellextra gives out a last wail of despair as the exit hatch closes like a guillotine, cutting off any chance of escape. “Mine now,” you whisper sweetly into her ear. She bucks and screams like a bronco as you **** her into the dungeon, but with your firm grip and a finger up her ass, it does nothing more than shake her voluptuous titties and wag her lustful dick.

Her struggles pause briefly once you arrive at the dungeon. No doubt she was expecting cages and whips, not the largely featureless room your dungeon appears to be when unoccupied. It’s not an uncommon reaction amongst your prey when you first bring them here, The majority of the equipment is stored within modular compartments embedded in the walls, floors and ceiling, which can lead to an underwhelming first impression. Of course, once the toys come out...

With a press of a button, you release the clamps and give her a firm shove into the center of the room. Caught off guard by her sudden freedom, she stumbles for a moment, aghast that you would be so foolish as to release her. The wheels visibily grind and she makes an about face, sodomy and **** in her eyes.

It lasts all of 2 seconds before shiny restraint arms ending in crab-like cuffs spring from the floor and ceiling to latch onto her arms and legs. It is quite comical to watch her try and fight against them like a rogue puppet furious at its strings. The armatures pull and pull, ignoring Bellextra’s powerful muscles until her limbs are splayed apart.

With Bellextra fully subdued, you allow yourself a moment. You groan as you take off the bandoleer and stretch your nude body. Here in your place of strength, you finally allow yourself to feel the constant ache, the pressure to power forward constantly and the consequences of failure. Every minute, every hour, every day, every moment you pushed yourself. Yet you had to keep going, had to bear the weight. The equipment needed to enslave every bounty in three quadrants is heavier than it looks. You didn’t realize how heavy, until you let it go.

How long ago did you catch Melodia and start all this nonsense? Feels like years ago. Remembering your tattered flight suit left abandoned in the jungle, it didn’t always go your way either. This whole time you’ve been one choice away from a bad ending. Imagine what would have happened if you had turned Melodia in and skipped all of this. Circling Bellextra, admiring the bound body of a worthy rival, proves that it is all worth it.

The harness is a nice touch, but you want to see her bare skin. Slowly, taking the extra time to rub your hands up and down her body, you peel off the constricting straps. Her moans go deeper and deeper as you tease, stroke and pinch her. You don’t waste time with whips or paddles or dildoes. Just skin on skin. The way her breast feels in your hands, the way she tastes when you bite her, the clap of her ass when you spank her. Soon, you find yourself mirroring Bellextra’s needy moans with satisfied sighs. Unfortunately, it is not enough to reinvigorate you.

“I’ll be honest Bellextra. I’m tired. Too tired to fuck you. It shames me to admit it, but there it is.” For a moment she has a triumphant look, a small look of pride in her eyes. She has managed to outlast you. Bound and gagged she may be, but she has one upped you in the most trivial of ways. When a person is at the end of their rope, even the smallest of victories can feel like a triumph.

Then you think it over. “Actually, no. I’m not ashamed at all.” You pause to reflect and then nod your head. “I don’t have to fuck you. I’ve already won, haven’t I? You're not going anywhere. You’re going to be right here when I’m horny aren’t you. And you’ll want it even more, won’t you?” Her eyes which had been so briefly filled with hope, perhaps even pride, fall farther than you would have thought possible. You slap her cock.

“Auurrrgghhh!”

“Ohhh, does it hurt Bellextra?” Another flick. “The denial? The desperation?” This slap goes to her nuts. “I don’t care. I want my beauty sleep. I’ve earned it. You’ve earned... Well this.” You gesture all encompassingly at your dungeon. There is the standard array of ineffectual begging that comes when a prisoner is secured. You hadn’t figured Bellextra would ask for mercy, but then again maybe she is begging for an orgasm. You pay less attention to the garbled words and focus on the needy passion in her voice.

“Mmmmhh.” You take a moment to fondle your still thrashing prey, savoring the feel of her soft curves, the coiled tension of her bound muscles, and the raw sexuality embedded in her throbbing flesh. “Don’t worry. I’m not completely merciless.” You pause. “Well, not to my slaves.” Another pause. “Okay, I’m not going to be merciless at this particular point in time. I’m going to leave you with a couple of things so you don’t get bored.”

The cabinets provide a dildo pole and an automated onahole. The mouth of the onahole swallows the cock like a devouring, black lamprey sucking on a thick, juicy vein, slowly pumping away. With both hands, you thrust the dildo up her back door. She bucks and screams as you ram it deeper and deeper. “Oh shush, just a little bit more…. There!” After much wrangling, the pole locks into a complimentary hole in the floor, holding it firmly in place. “Just set that to low… Make sure the biomonitors turn off the toys if you're about to cum…. And there! You're all tucked in for the night.”

“Ahh’ ni’h’?!” Her eyes go wide and rippling muscles pull against the robotic restraints. Although it is a completely futile gesture, you love how it shows off your new toy’s fitness.

“Sweet dreams.” You give her your most condescending cheek pat and turn away. The lights dim and snuff out sequentially as you depart Bellextra’s prison. The darkness rolling across the room in your wake. The ship senses the departure of the only being important enough to require light. Your hips sway gently back and forth as you slowly, sensually put one foot in front of the other, leaving your bound and edged **** a tantalizing view of your rear profile. By the time you reach the exit, the only light streams through the open portal. The last thing Bellextra sees before the darkness consumes her is your perfect silhouette.