Part 9: Transportation

Jane felt even more naked next to the fully armored slavers. Her soft flesh shown starkly against the hard metal plates. Their helmet's glowing, mechanical eyes offered no sympathy, and the constant thud of their boots reminded her she wasn't even wearing shoes. The frisky hands roaming her tits and the butt pats encouraging her forward didn't help with the feeling of vulnerability either as her supple flesh yielded without resistance to the press of their cold hard gauntlets.

It was only a short walk to their vehicle. About twice Jane's height, the thing was little more than two legs supporting a box. A few feet from the walker, she was pulled to a halt by Thug 1. "The trader said something about how you're one of those true submissives."

"We're going to have to make this trip extra miserable for you," piped in Thug 2, "to prove this ain't going to be like your bondage princess fantasies." The lewd moan that made its way past Jane's drool leaking gag did little to dissuade the thugs (or Jane) of any illusions she was suffering.

"Sit tight Bondage Princess while we get you buckled into your chariot." Thug 1 stepped forward to pull a braided tow cable from the walker. The end not connected to the mechanical beast split into three. One of them was tipped with a special connector that snapped seamlessly into her collar, but the other two ended in giant alligator clamps that made Jane shudder.

"MMFAAAH! ah, ah, ah," she screamed into her gag as her worst fears were realized by Thug 2 putting one of the cruel fuckers onto her right nipple. "MMMHHHFFFEEEE!" The second scream was longer because Thug 1 decided to twist his torturous toy after applying it.

Jane whimpered for several moments. Even standing seemed hard with the waves of pain radiating from her nipples. The **** almost overwhelmed the soldier, but she reminded herself of her inner strength and regained control. Looking ahead, Jane watched her two tormentors climbing onto the open-air seats of their walker and realized they probably weren't going to let her sit with them. Her training, still firmly entrenched in her subconscious, took over; she ran through a quick series of stretches for her long legs and toned core, finishing just as the monstrous leg pistons powered up. There was one final warning in the form of the idle motor's electric hum, and then it was off to the races.

Jane had run marathons before, but never naked, nor any with her arms bound in a chest harness. And it's easy to guess how many of them she'd foregone a comfortable bra in favor of nipple clamps. Needless to say, the 4 hours Jane spent jogging across the barren landscape wasn't a walk in a park for her. Numerous times the smooth stones shifted beneath her feet, making her stumble. During these extra torturous moments, the lumbering giant continued tugging her tits with it and she'd have to scramble to keep from being dragged by her nipples. Despite the cool breeze, the steady pace soon had her toned body varnished with a thin sheen of sweat that caused tendrils of her ruddy-blonde hair to cling to her face and neck. The heat from her **** work out also added rosy tones to her cheeks and had Jane panting around her ballgag.

At least she had time to analyze the situation between dodging the dust kicked up by the clunking legs. The plan had clearly gone to hell; she'd lost the tracking collar before the mission had really even started. But why had so much changed? Jane kept coming back to the painful thought that Dr. Ocelot had deliberately sabotaged the hand off. As part of her payment, the freelance psychologist would get to keep whatever Quinton she earned through the sale, and Dr. Ocelot had frequently said she needed as much of the rare alloy as possible for her research. She must have revealed Jane's identity and stepped up the time table to get herself more. The betrayed officer didn't know why she didn't see this coming the beautiful bitch had promised not to humiliate her in front of the crew, then watched with great amusement while they filled her ass and covered her face with cum. On the other hand, Jane knew better than to blame her failed relationship with the crew on the doctor, and Dr. Ocelot had to her credit left Jane with the altered gold piercings dangling from her earlobes; the crew could still rescue her. Assuming they still wanted to. Surely they still wanted to. They were soldiers. Soldiers would come. Jane was a still a soldier. She repeated that thought over and over again.

The landing pad they stopped at appeared to be in slightly better shape than the crumbling shells they'd passed along the way. Some of the rusted equipment even seemed to be in a workable condition. "Our ride won't be back for an hour," said Thug 2 (or was it Thug 1), jumping out of the vehicle.

"Don't worry we have some spa treatments planned for you, princess," the other added, landing a second after his partner. He held a chrome briefcase that swung wildly when he hit the ground.

"The boss is a bit particular about you arriving in a certain state." Thug 2 approached Jane and extended a blade from his armored wrist. Instinctively, Jane whimpered and took a step back, but the nipple pinchers wouldn't allow her to retreat very far. "It's just for the ropes," the armored grunt explained his voice sounded almost soothing despite the helmet.

"Look at all the nice jewellery we have for you princess." Thug 1 opened the case while his partner stepped behind Jane and began cutting her ropes. A leash of submissive desire tugged Jane's curiosity towards the displayed accessories. Glancing over the contents, she had to admit they looked enticing. Numerous wide bands, like her current collar, of black leather and silver chrome. Many were decorated by glittering chains or O-rings. But hot fear ran through her veins when she saw two hoop earrings. They were going to switch out her earrings; she needed to keep them if the crew was ever going to rescue her.

Jane hoped to wait for the slavers to untie her before she made her move, but the feeling of a band snapping tight around her only partially freed wrist told her she'd get no such luck. An opportunity presented itself when the thug binding her reached for another cuff. Jane immediately began struggling, trying to wriggle her arms free from her harness. Simultaneous, she swung her athletic leg over the shoulder of the unaware slaver. All she had to do was fight for just long enough to hide an earring somewhere on her body, maybe up her ass. Unfortunately for the struggling ****, her naked leg couldn't get purchase on the smooth armor plates. Jane grunted and groaned around her gag as she wrestled against the better equipped solider. It was an effort worthy of any federation officer but doomed to failure.

She managed to hook her leg around her combatant's neck just before his partner started tugging on the cable that clutched her nipples. The cruel clamps made Jane scream as they pulled her off the thug by her tender nubs. Stumbling Jane landed on her knees still squealing from the agony in her nipples. Painful electric shocks crackling from her collar immobilized any coherent attempts at resistance. Both thugs pounced on her, pinning her onto the rocky ground inflamed titties first. The vicious biters continued to twist-**** her pert tits as Jane thrashed helplessly and grunted pathetically. The slavers easily finished locking Jane's wrists together before removing the last of her rope harness. "Princess Ponygirl sure likes to kick," commented one.

His buddy replied with "She just wanted to make sure we'd tie her up extra tight."

The next pair of cuffs painfully locked Jane's elbows together. Having given up on struggling free, Jane groaned meekly at the agonizing strain in her shoulders. Both sets of cuffs and her collar were connected to a chrome bar that ran down Jane's back.

A pathetic whimper slipped out of the defeated soldier's gagged mouth when she felt her earrings being replaced by the silver hoops. Her lifeline to The Pale Horse was casually tossed on to the barren ground. "Please," she croaked hoarsely when her ballgag was removed, "I can guarantee-- mmmfff." An arm emerged from the back of her collar and split into an encircling strap that callously **** a ring gag into her mouth, muddling any attempts to bargain.

But it didn't stop the two assholes from speculating what might have been said. "... guarantee I have the tightest holes you've ever fucked?" suggested one. "... I'll be an eager dick-slot if you give me a good spanking?" put forth the other. "Damn Princess Ponygirl really wants a cock ride." Jane shook her head in denial, but when a metal finger slipped into her pussy, it came back slick.