Submit

"I submit" you respond. You figure it is the safest choice since you don't know how much of a beating they are talking about. "Good" replies David, "We cannot have you escaping or trying anything so we have a special collar for you." Dom approaches you and places the collar around your neck. You try adjusting it but it is not budging. Itis not chocking you but it is secured firmly enough that you will always feel it and remind you of your place around here. "It fits you nicely" remarks Dom. David then lays out the rules, "If anyone feels that you are misbehaving, refusing commands or trying to screw with anything, you will get shocked and reprimanded, understand?" "I understand," you reply. "Now strip" commands David. "What?" you question. Suddenly a powerful shock courses through you thanks to your collar. You scream from the pain and everyone laughs. "You're going have to get used to that" replies Jon. "Fuck you" you respond out of pain. Another shock forces you down to the ground and you yelp again. " What was that?" questions David. "I'm sorry, sir" you respond as the pain subsides and you remember your situation. "You still have to strip, says David, "We can't have anyone around here thinking you are anything but a ****." You stand up and begin to undo the zipper on the front of your space suit uniform. You slow down just before your breast as you realize this is the last remaining symbol of your power. Once the suit is off, you are done with your leadership. You sigh and continue with the zipper. Your bra is exposed as you draw the zipper downwards. You continue over your panties and mound as the reality of your situation sets in. You take the suit completely off as you pull it down your long shave legs. You are completely exposed, or so you thought. "Underwear too," says David. You return a saddened look and begin to unhook your bra. Your C-cup breasts freed as you slowly remove your bra. You try to hide your slit as you take off the matching panties. You stand with one hand covering your nipples and the other your crotch and stare down at the ground as you hide your shame. If only you had a couple more minutes to run, you could've completely avoided this situation. "We should've done this sooner," says David as he circles you and inspecting every inch of your naked body. A finger draws up your body as David forces you to meet his eyes. "Lets put some of your abilities to the test," David says as he places a hand on your shoulder and forces you to your knees. A zipper is undone and a quickly growing cock springs from his suit. Some of your slutty tendencies take over and you grab David's thick eight-inch cock and start to make it stiffen. You lick the tip a couple of times to get accustomed to it as you figure this will not be the last time performing sexual acts on David or anybody else. The size of the cock really sets in as you try to fit the tip in your mouth. With enough spit, the tip and more is in. You take it slow at the start as to not chock yourself but David places his hand on the back of your head and you realize you are not in control anymore. He surprisingly takes it gentle at first and slowly bobs your head on his thick spear. The pace quickens a little in time as your mouth takes more and more of him into it. He lifts his hand off for a second and you continue the pace on your own and try to fit his whole length in your mouth. His must is intoxicating and you start to think this whole slavery thing will not be too bad. David didn't like you slowing down as he forces you down to the base of his dick and holds you there for a while. You start to run out of breath when you feel something hit the back of your throat. The sweet taste of cum registers after a second and you instinctively swallow. Not long after you can breathe again as David releases you. "Impressive," says David as he looks down and smiles. "You will be a fantastic slut," he continues as he pulls you to your feet, "I can't wait to feel that pussy" He smacks your ass to get you to move towards the crew quarters and his room.