A Cultural Exchange

Bellextra’s muscles bulge against tight straps. She’s held fast against a seatless chair frame, with her dick up in the air like a beacon. Behind the seat back, her arms are locked together at the elbows and the wrist. Leather mittens ball her hands into fists. Her ankles have been tied to her thighs, which in turn have been strapped to the side of the chair seat. With your headache now dispelled, her cacophonous cries of pain have transformed to a sweet serenade, and the ring gag lodged between her teeth is her microphone. A waterfall of drool slowly drizzles between her bosom. For your part, you’ve ditched the robe. Comfy as it was, it didn’t have that “submit-to-me-worthless-bitch!” vibe you love so much. Instead you adopted a Syndicate uniform left over from abodyguard job you took in days past. Say what you will about them, they know how to design a uniform that leaves an impact. The red and black latex dress was impossibly short and tight and yet still managed to cut a suitably intimidating presence. The best part is whether you bend backwards or forwards, you still tease your **** slut; with you generous cleavage, or your pantyless pussy. Thigh high boots complete the outfit, the 6 inch heals making you almost as tall as Bellextra. You stand before her and bend a crop experimentally in your hands.

Given that her dick is right where that crop will spring if it were released, Bellextra is justifiably nervous. Shaking her head proves to be an inadequate deterrent as you let loose, the crop tip springing across her cock tip. Cum flies through the air as her dick wags up and down. “Gods of lust Bellextra you really are a little pain-bitch aren’t you?” You swat her again, eliciting another cry. “This whole muscled macho girl is just a facade isn’t it?” Her garbled denial’s contradict the mess she made. There isn’t even anything inside her yet. You should fix that.

You grab a string of anal beads, 10 in total and spin them idly as you approach. Belextra’s whimpering is delightful as you slowly strut forward, each leg deliberately, sensually placed before the other. Those eyes so used to tracking targets follow each move with unblinking intensity. Lost is her hunter's focus, replaced instead with a **** ****’s anticipation.

Circling around her you drape the beads over her chest, letting them fall between her tits. The remains of earlier orgasms are splattered across her stomach and the floor. You slather the beads in the cum, for lube of course. Normally you don’t do this (the lube), but there is just so much cum! It’d be a shame to let it all go to waste.

Once the beads are lathered in an appropriate amount of cum, you spread her asscheeks. Her shoulders strain as she tries to look back and see what you’re doing, which you find silly. Surely she knows you're about to violate her ass. Her efforts would be better spent relaxing and not worrying so much! You shrug. Well, if she wants to see what’s going on, you suppose you could oblige her.

“Deploy camera drone. Activate holographic display.” A small hover drone, no bigger than your palm, drops from an opening in the ceiling. Little more than a floating disc with a lens, it hovers at your shoulder, following your gaze. As it gets into position, a red glow fills the air infront of Bellextra, slowly forming into a perfect digital representation of her very **** backside. Directing her by a hunk of hair you **** her to watch.

“You like? I’ll admit shelling out the extra money for the high definition holo display seemed a little self indulgent when I first bought this system, but at times like this it's worth every credit. Don’t you agree?” Based on Bellextra’s moans, you assume she does. On the off chance she is disagreeing with the mistress, you make a mental note to punish her later. Just to be safe.

Bellextra can only look on in horror as you spread her cheeks with your thumb and fingers. She squirms and bucks as the first ball, projected to a larger than life size before her, enters the camera’s field of vision. Every droplet of her jizz captured perfectly by the trilapixel camera.

Truthfully cum makes a terrible lubricant, and it was pretty clear before you tried to violate her tight little heiny that Bellextra used to be a pitcher. How things change. With a little wiggling, a lot of elbow grease, and a whole lot of squealing from Bellextra, the first bead goes in. “Oh shush,” you chide. “You have nine more to go.” More squeals.

“Nnnnffgghh!!! Ahhh!!!” Her tone is deep and lustful.

You continue your beadwork. After the first one it gets easier, the second and third popping right in. Her moaning changes tone after beads four and five, probably because it’s getting harder and harder to push them in, much like her bitch stick. “Maybe some more lube, huh?” Bellextra tries to articulate something before you rip the beads out like a lawnmower chord. All she can do is scream in pain and lust for a few seconds after that, her muscles a rictus of masochistic delight. Reaching up behind her, you yank her dick down so it points directly towards the floor. Bellextra lurches forward in a futile attempt to to relieve pressure on her bent rod, her face being put right in between her holographic ass cheeks. Licking your lips, you start pumping your hand, feeling her veins as you squeeze her shaft. Underneath her crimson mushroom, you set the anal beads in a pile.

You slide your finger in her ass and start looking for her g spot. It takes less than a minute to make the slut cum, her seed spraying all over the beads. The additional creamy goo does indeed help, and you're able to get seven balls inside her this time around. Obviously, this is still unacceptable, and you are **** to repeat the process. With a little extra effort, you are able to get all beads save one inside her ass.

“Hmmmm.” You stroke your chin. It’s going to take a little extra something to make that one fit. You look through your tools, leaving Bellextra to stare at her own violated ass. “Ahh, this will do. Bellextra’s eyes go wide and she squirms furiously as you pull the oversized paddle out of the storage. “Have you ever heard of the Human game called cricket?”

Perhaps she has, because she seems pretty confident of what is coming next. With a mighty wind up, you bring the sail sized paddle up, and swing it back down with earth shattering ****. Her ass shakes under the titanic strike and her scream is like the thunder that follows a lightning strike. Yet when you remove the paddle, the bead is still there.

Thanks to the wonders of modern technology, Bellextra can see her predicament and pleads for mercy she must realize will never come. Another blow and the bead still hangs low, swinging back and forth. “I’ll get it yet.” Bellextra can’t tear her eyes away from the holoview, helplessly looking on as the paddle repeatedly dominates the camera view, sending out ripples of ass-flesh shuddering out from each impact. Blow after blow she watches, unable to tear her eyes away from her own humiliation. “Okay,” you say after several attempts, “I guess this is more like whack-a-mole. What about that one? Have you heard of that game?”

“AHHHH!!! AHHHHH!!! AHHH!!!”

“Oh quit complaining. I’m exposing you to Human culture dammit!” It takes a few (read; many) tries, but eventually you’re able to get that last ball up her sphincter. Both you and Bellextra are sweating from the exertion. “Well, I don’t know about you,” you trace a finger up her cock, “but I could use some relief.” She can only breathe heavily in response, eyes looking up at you. Throaty breaths escape her throat as you slowly circle your finger around her tip. Her eyes close and she rolls back her head as your soft touch slips away.

“I know you’re a needy girl. **** for release after that spanking.” Her gagged denials fall on an unsympathetic audience. “Here’s the thing Bellextra,” you retrieve a small circular device as you speak. “I need a **** with a little self control. Not a whole lot, as I like to punish my slaves for failure, but just enough that those punishments don’t become tedious. And based on that precum dripping out of your dick, if I ride that blood sausage of yours, you’re going to cum before me.”

You kneel before her, her dick right before you. Unable to resist, you stick out your tongue and lick the tip. She moans deeply at the moist touch. “If that were to happen,” you say between licks, “I’d have to punish you.” Another lick, this time along the shaft. “And to be frank,” another pause to put her member in your mouth, swirling your tongue along it, “I’d have to stop pleasing myself to punish you. Otherwise,” more oral teasing, “you wouldn’t respect my rules.” Your mouth pulls away with a pop. “This,” you slide the ring onto her engorged member, “is going to save me some trouble. Tighten.”

Bellextra squeals as the ring constricts, tightening around her cock. “There. It’s the same technology as a **** collar just miniaturized to go around a cock. I can inject you with ****, shock you…” There is a sharp crack and a high pitched whine when you say the word "shock.” You don’t let it interrupt your monologue. “...or it can act like a cock ring, restricting the flow of fluids and semen through your dick. Lets see if it works, shall we?” Ignoring her inarticulate pleas for either mercy or more, you straddle her lap and let yourself slide down her cock.