Settling the Score

“I’m very disappointed Melodia. You're a naughty little slut who failed to live up your mistress’s standards. I specifically told you to give me three orgasms, but you only managed two.” She mumbles something through her gag. “I don’t care if Bellextra’s pounding threw off your rhythm. Since when is getting ass **** an acceptable excuse for a ****? Besides, it’s not like you didn’t enjoy yourself. You came more than I did. Now, I believe I said your punishment would be two months as a painslut.”

“Three months,” Bellextra offers helpfully. Melodia wails into her gag.

“I know what I said.” You hook your boot under Melodian and flip her over so you can admire her tits. Three leather straps encircling her thighs, knees, and ankles lock her legs together and keep the hitachi hugging her pussy. Two more straps, go around her elbows and wrists. Finally belts looping around arms and torso at her waist and chest ensure that she is entirely restricted. She shakes her head back and forth as you reach down to turn the Hitachi to maximum strength, pleading through her gag when the bulbous head starts its mad buzzing. “Now, now,” you chastise. “I know that non-stop, relentless, orgasms aren’t “****” per se, at least not the first few, but it's hands free and I think the other slaves deserve a turn.

Bellextra has already prepared Sex Light. The sparkling **** is bent backwards over a rail with her hands pulled down behind her so that her armpits strain against the device. A spreader bar splits the cum-greedy ****'s legs wide so that she can better accept her mistress. For a moment, you just admire Bellextra's magnificent ass driving into the **** creature as grunts and screams echoe through the cell. Deciding Sex Light is making too much noise, you resolve yourself to silence her. The PMDD (Portable Multi Dungeon Device) senses your approach and calculates your desires. It lowers the rail Sex Light's arms are lashed to so that her head is prepped for you. Before you even throw one leg over her face, her mouth is already open wide with her forked pussy licker ready out for muff diving. And what a dive it is. Where Melodia failed, Sex Light excelled. It was that damn serpent tongue of hers, slithering around your clit and up inside of you. The **** sent you into a cascading series of orgasms, one immediately following another. As your hoarse cry replaces Sex Light's, Bellextra pulls out a leather strap. Each tit is knocked back and forth, echoing the slapping sounds of Bellextra jackhammering her glowing cock receptor.

Alexa is last to enjoy the PMDD. The masochistic sex addict had been driven mad by her denial treatment and once released, begs for sex so loudly, you are **** to gag her. Okay, she was going to be gagged anyways, but in this instance the oversized panel gag with removable inward dildo was an actual necessity. The PMDD creates two wide horizontal beams at waist level. Alexa's forelegs are locked to each, and cuffed manipulators pull her arms up and forward that she is **** to bend forward in a kneeling strappado. For a moment, her cries of delighted pain can be heard clearly as Bellextra pulls out the over sized phallus that fills her mouth. The sex starved cacophony is quickly distorted as Bellextra rams her gag inducing dick into the back of her throat. Knowing Alexa's degenerate preferences, you alternate between canning her ass and shocking her puss. The bitch is so horny, when you finally slide your favorite strap on inside, she cums at your first thrust, bucking wildly against your bitch breaker so that the interior stimulator gyrates passionately against your g-spot. Such a wonderful slut.

After the three slaves had each received their personalized **** session, it is agreed by everyone who isn't gagged that the best way to wrap things up was with some nice group action. At your command the PMDD morphs into what you like to call the **** carousal. Three vertical restraint racks are formed in a small ring around a central pillar. The masochistic nymphos are locked in with a tightness that is certainly unnecessary but makes the slaves quiver with excitement. Cruel bonds hold the slaves in fast, providing easy access to sodden pussies and heaving breasts. Meanwhile, sex toys of every shape and size spring from the base of the pillar. The slaves can’t take their hungry eyes off of the smorgasbord of kinky tools, until they notice the array of pincers, shock prods and whip like tendrils that emerge from the top of the pillar and dangle before them like a psychotic mobile.

Now you’ve seen Bellextra intrigued, you’ve seen Bellextra horny, and you’ve certainly seen her mad. None of that prepared you for giddy Bellextra. This woman who butt fucked her way through an entire pirate ship now eagerly dances from foot to foot and claps her hands at the site of the machine’s devious tendrils closing upon the damsels. You're not sure what to focus on, the dancing warrior or the delicious festival of kink. You make up your mind when pincer like clamps pull labia and wide, inviting curved dildos, bulbous plugs and vibrating ticklers. Before the first moans of lust leave their lips, implements of pain descended. Forked electric prods lanced from above like a wasp stinger, each strike accented by the crack of electric discharge and a scream of pain. More pincers tugged at swollen nipples, accenting their symphony of lust with crescendos of pain.

Naturally you and Bellextra give it your personal touch once the machine warms the three tarts up. At your approach the wall of sex toys parts like a curtain. Bellextra directs all of her attention to Sex Light leaving you the enviable but seemingly insurmountable task of satisfying not one, but two insatiable ****-sluts. Never one to shy from a challenge, you present two fingers before each of their mouths, one hand per bitch. Knowing what is surely to follow, they eagerly suckled. While they were busy, you command the machine to present the two toys that were fucking their pussies. There’s no reason you shouldn’t be pleasured. After all, it’s your sex machine.

Two dripping dildos were presented on long, jointed arms. The one that had been stuffed inside Melodia was truly impressive in size and girth, a must for any size queen. It was however, rather plain. Alexa’s toy on the other hand had an added clitoral attachment that looked delightful. While Alexa cleans the curved toy with her mouth, the oversized dildo is redirected to Melodia’s rear. Her eyes grow wide as pancakes when you give the command. Knowing she will bite down instinctively once impaled, you pull out your fingers and clamp your hand around her mouth, forcing her to look you in the eye. She moaned into your palm as the anal beads previously occupying her backdoor slowly withdraw one by one and then squeals as they are ruthlessly replaced. Fortunately for Melodia, Bellextra had already loosened her up.

Alexa’s tongue cleans the hooked dildo for a minute and then the machine slowly pushes it inside you. A happy sigh leaves your lips as the vibrator comes to life and it begins to rock gently but firmly back and forth against your pelvis, alternating between rubbing your pussy and g-spot. With closed eyes, you slide your saliva-lubed fingers into your slaves who waste no time in offering their profuse thanks. While you worked your magic, you command them to explain why each of them was worthy of being your ****. They heap upon you the sensual, silly, meaningless, and ridiculous platitudes that only come out during the height of coitus. Ultimately, it is their words far more than the vibrator that sends you into a quaking, squirting frenzy of bliss. By the end, everyone seems to have lost their voice.

Countless orgasms later, the air is filled with lady spunk (and herm spunk; Bellextra made quite a mess). The trembling and weakened play things are released from the PMDD to be encased in armbinders. Melodia and Alexa are placed on the floor with their legs scissoring eachother around two double dildos, one shared between each of their holes. To make sure they don't try and take a break on you while your gone, you tie their legs to the others collars. For added kink, you give them both ring gags. Taking the hint, Alexa sensuously draws her tongue up the sole of Melodia's feet. With a quick shiver, Melodia returns the favor. It’s satisying to see that glow in your slaves eyes. That ecstasy laden exhaustion. If it wasn’t for the fact that you had a job to do, you would simply stay and enjoy the afterglow with them. But as it stands, it’s time to go. Turning to Bellextra you say, “Ready?”

She doesn’t immediately reply, instead holding up one finger. Crossing your arms and tapping your foot, you wait for her to finish. Her dick is drilling Sex Light’s face to the apparent delight of both parties. The buxom alien has had her arms threaded through of one of the cells' bars, and then strapped there so that she must kneel before her God-mistress. Bellextra is biting her lip and has a look of utmost concentration. A few more thrusts and Bellextra pulls out, releasing a fire hose of cum that sprays across the slaves face and tits. Pausing only for a few deep breaths, Bellextra retrieves a rag and a hood from her kit. The rag wipes up the semen from her tits, smearing the thick fluid as much as absorbing it. An eager mouth accepts the over-saturated rag before Bellextra throws the hood over her still jizz covered head. As she tightens the eyeless cover, white fluid squirts down Sex Lights neck and shoulder. She flickers gently in a way you’ve come to learn signals satisfaction. “Now I’m ready.”

As you leave, Dirk begs through his gag. He had been ignored throughout the night, not deemed as deserving as the other slaves. His dick flesh bulges around the bars of it’s cage. “‘EeeeHHH! ‘Oonn’ ouuuh! “Uugchk ‘eee!”

“Oh yeah,” you say. You had completely forgotten about Dirk during your orgy. “What about him?”

“What about him?” Bellextra says, already out the door.

The two of you leave the three slaves and the pathetic Dirk to their plight. As you make your way to the main hold, Bellextra turns to you. “Why did you bring that?” she asks.

You pat the PMDD. “Thought I might want to sample one of the slaves. You know, for quality control.” Bellextra nods sagely. “Why’d you bring that?”

She clenches her power gauntlet. “In case of surprises. Same reason you brought your gear, I suspect.” You hadn’t changed out of your domme outfit, but you did bring along your bandoleer, complete with pistols and whip. Your tits may be hanging out and you're definitely air drying your pussy, but you would feel naked going to grab a score without your equipment. She reaches out with the gauntlet and pulls open the coded door to the main cargo hold with the shriek of tearing metal. “Also, it’s an effective lockpick.” That is a fair point, but you’re pretty sure you can see an actual lockpick on her combat harness.

Inside the cargo hold are no less than ten lines of milk maids and semen steers. Each row contains a dozen high-grade dairy slaves packed tit-to-tit and ass-to-ass with a closeness to make sardines jealous. Each **** is cocooned in white latex with black splotches that only exposes the organ to be milked. They all wear gas mask like helmets with a feeding tubes connecting to the ceiling. Regardless of sex, all slaves are being steadily pistoned from behind by smooth metal shafts.

Truly massive udders hang from the females with tubes ending in suction cups adhering to each nipple. These carry the delicious fluid to an unseen reservoir. An additional tube is inserted between their legs carrying away waste and, based on the mechanical hum, providing constant stimulation, for their mental health of course. The males are little different. Grape fruit like testes hang behind massive metal cock sheaths, slightly shifting back and forth, no doubt representing a more vigorous internal pumping. A conduit similar to their female counterparts emerging from the end of the contraption. Each tit and nut had an IV taped to it, injecting a red fluid into the swollen glands. Growth hormones you suspect. Setting the PMDD down, you two inspect the cargo.

“VR hood with nutrient feeding tube,” Bellextra says analytically. “And this material generates a steady low intensity electric current, so their muscles stay stimulated and don’t atrophy.” She whistles. “This is top of the line stuff. No wonder this kid had a bounty on him.” She gazes around the cargo bay analytically. “This could probably serve as a dairy in-and-of itself. I’d say the equipment alone is worth 50, no 75 thousand, probably more depending on what kind of storage facilities and other accessories this place has.”

Pulling off one of the udder pumps, you sample the fluid straight from the source. “Mmmh.” you say around your first swig. Your hand grasps the heavy tit and squeezes more of the rich, sweet fluid into your mouth. The cowgirl moans at the unexpected sensation. “Forget the equipment, these girls are producing Grade A milk. We can make a mint off of each of these slaves, and that's with a backwater fence. This could set someone up for life…”

There is a pause that slowly gets longer.

“Not that we need a big score.” Bellxtra says, almost sadly.

“Yeah, you’re right. We got our slaves, and stability.” To your surprise you find yourself meaning it. Already you’re getting wet at the thought of two months worth of Melodia **** time. Still though…

Another ever expanding pause. “So…” she asks. “We never said how we would split the prize money.”

“No,” you adjust your bandoleer just so. “No, we did not.” When you let your hand come to rest, your palm is against your pistol. Where it would lie naturally.

“I was thinking,” she says. “Since Dirk has my chastity cage on him, that really means I control his sex, which makes him mine. So, this would all be mine.” She clenches and unclenches her gauntlet.

“An interesting legal argument,” you offer. “I would counter that it was my tracker that brought us here, which makes the bounty mine, and thus everything he owns mine under outlaw salvage laws.” First and only rule of outlaw salvage: if you have it, it’s yours.

“I don’t suppose I can persuade you to reconsider?”

“‘Fraid not,” you reply

“Well, I suppose there's only one way to solve this.”

“Yup. Capture mode!” Without hesitation Bellextra throws something fist sized and black at you. It would have taken your head off if you hadn’t crouched down. Unfortunately for Bellextra, her throw meant she wasn’t watching the PMDD.

Like an alien starfish crossed with an iron maiden, the PMDD erupts behind Bellextra. As the first cuff scissors around her bare wrist, the startled Iah Kuruh moves instinctively. Her armored arm cocks to deliver a blow that you know from experience will shatter your prized artifact. That, you will not abide.

Already in a marksman crouch, your pistol is trained on her arm before it’s all the way back. Squeezing the trigger launches a lockdown round. When you came here you weren’t planning on disabling Bellextra’s power gauntlet, you really weren’t, but ever since her Brut0X smashing rampage in the canyon, you’ve made it a point to diversify your arsenal. Not explicitly to counter Bellextra's uniquely aggressive tactics, but certainly with them in mind. The fact that EMP lockdown bullets happen to be capable of disabling weaponized equipment is just Bellextra’s bad luck.

When struck, blue arcs dance across the arm length glove, rendering the power gauntlet dead weight. Bellextra loses all of her energy before she can even throw the punch. She gives her arm a quick shake in a vain attempt to stir it to life before more grappling manipulators reach for her. “Oh, blue balls,” she says half heatedly as two clamps lock onto her feet and lift her into the air. Cuffed appendages secure her at each joint and spread her wide. The squirming domme is left suspended cock up in the air as she thrashes with continually decreasing momentum. As more and more of her movement is locked down, the PMDD surrounds her with a staggering array of kinky devices. Wherever Bellextra looks, she sees whips, dildos, gags, and more. What makes you most happy about this, is her dick, flapping at full mast at the concept of being captured by you. You’re pretty touched honestly.

You don’t say anything. There is a time for words and there is a time for unthinking, savage sex. This is not the former. You give your whip a few cracks to herald your advance. Bellextra looks up at you, staring intently upon her new mistress. In her eyes you see… what? Arousal certainly, but it lacks that submissive glint you know and love. It's almost calculation. On closer inspection, it's apparent her focus is behind you. “What are you looking at?” you say following her gaze. “Oh Shit!”

Sliding up behind you like the magic carpet from hell is a sheet of black, liquid latex. Specifically, a liquid latex with nanobots inside. The goo moves on its own accord, seeking you out. A gelatinous pseudopod shoots out and you jump back. Not fast enough. Two small patches land on your hand and your hip, immediately reaching out to one another, pulling together and adhering so that you can’t pull free. Unfortunately, that was the hand holding your pistol . Not knowing what else to do, you bolt.

“You won’t get away Natalia!” Bellextra pulls against her restraints to no effect. “Those nanobots will hunt you to the ends of the the planet!” You loop around one row of busty cowgirls and down another row of well endowed steers, with the goo relentlessly following you.

“Oh really? I suppose you stress tested it? Set them down and told them to chase someone across a planet and see how long they lasted did you?” When she only grunts from the effort of trying to get free, you carry on. “You know what I stress tested extensively? **** mode.”

“Oh go-Hrgluck!” Any further opportunity for banter is terminated as an expanding spider gag pulls Bellextra’s mouth wide enough to admit an impractically large phallus for her to **** on. Automated paddles alternate between each luscious cheek and above her cock, an ominous sounding-rod slowly descends.

You try to ignore her screams and focus on your own problems. You cannot separate your arm from your hip to save your life, which means you're also down one pistol that fires electronic disabling rounds. Something that seems very useful when being chased by a nanobot fueled restraint device. You’re strides, impaired and awkward with your hand being glued to your hip and your five inch heels, are currently outpacing the supposedly tireless goo, but only barely. What do you have on your bandoleer that can help? A grenade? Would that work? Looking around you realize that this might not be the best place to try it. These dairy slaves never did anything to you. Also, they’re very sexy. Oh yeah, and they're very valuable. You double back yet again only to find the goo blocking the exit.

You’re in a real pickle here. On the bright side, from your current position at the end of one bank of cows, you can see Bellextra’s sweet rosebud expand to swallow a dildo that vigorously pumps in and out. On the other hand, you're starting to feel a little cornered. You don’t know how this will end. If anyone can get out of the PMDD, it’s clearly Bellextra. Then again, you've seen first hand that her escape attempts tend to get put on hold while she's being torured. You weren’t lying about stress testing the PMDD. That things' power pack will last for days. You can probably out smart this smart goo before then. Probably. Or, this thing cocoons you in a surreal prison, leaving you bereft of any sensation save despair and the knowledge that someone will eventually come along and find your cocooned form. You lick your lips at the possibilities.

Maybe you’ll enslave Bellextra. Maybe she’ll enslave you. Maybe you’ll both be trapped here with the dairy slaves. Hell, maybe you'll both get out of this and laugh about it later. You don’t know what will happen next. But you’re excited to find out.

NOT A BAD END: BFFL’S-BEST FRENEMIES FOR LIFE!