The Real Honey Pussy

Everything aches. Your limbs ache from the rope biting into them. Your joints ache from being contorted to their limits. Your pussy aches with a need you would have thought impossible. And your jaw aches from being clamped so tightly shut. You know what will happen if you open your mouth.

You regained consciousness still paralysed from whatever gas Jane had used on you. And were thus helpless as she slowly tied you up. She had crossed your legs in front of you and bound them to your neck in a shrimp tie before using the rope to contort your arms in reverse prayer behind your back. She then wove the excess strands into a harness around your tits. The knots were disappointingly loose, and for a moment you thought you might be able to escape once you regained control of your limbs. But these possibilities had vanished when your captor had sent a powerful, sustained burst of electricity through the cable. The sudden jolt was quite painful for you, but also caused the cable to tighten and shrink until it bit viciously into your skin and **** your joints into painful angles. Then your captor mounted you on the wall, leaving you there like a trophy, bondage wound around your tits, shrimp-tied, twisted into reverse prayer, and with your wet cunt totally and utterly exposed.

She'd abandoned you in your humiliation for what you think was about an hour, but returned just as the paralysis was wearing off. She carried a small tin of ointment which she applied to your naked pussy and that's when the real **** started.

"It's an aphrodisiac," she explains cooly, as if you don't already know, as if the need to cum isn't seeping out of your cunt like scalding water. "There's actually a bit of an intriguing story behind it."

Of course there is. This shy bitch can apparently talk for hours about certain subjects. It started with a verbose description of exactly how your electric bindings worked, then synthetic leather production techniques, and now it's about aphrodisiacs.

"The Freedom's End, that's The Syndicate's flagship, was on special assignment, but it was recalled to expedite a particularly tenacious gang conflict. Her origin mission was kept classified, but the crew was able to share some samples of a few very powerful aphrodisiac compounds which I was able to synthesise."

You want to scream at her to shut up, but you know what will happen the instant you open your mouth. Beads of sweat trickle down your body.

"It's plant based. Which makes sense, if a plant had a symbiotic relationship with humanoids it would want to increase their population. However It is a bit strange that it affects so many different species, but I'll research that later. It doesn't matter too much."

Then why are you still talking about it, bitch.

To her credit, she stops her monologue and leans forward. You feel her breath on your needy cunt, then her tongue. It's two long slow licks across your sopping hole, only two, three would have done it. You moan weakly and twitch in your bounds, shutting your eyes to squeeze just a little more pleasure out of that last lick. But it's just not enough.

You open your eyes and see your captor leaning against a table with one leg up. Her hands play with her small tits which look especially enticing as they peak out of her quarter-cup corset. The only other garment she wears is a lace-trimmed vibrating thong, which based on her moaning and O-face, she is really enjoying. "Eleven," she comments between gasps, "and that's just from the trace amounts I get everytime I lick you. Pretty potent stuff, right?"

Obviously. You look away and close your eyes. Seeing her with a post orgasm glow is pure agony.

She cups your breast. You quiver almost cumming, almost. "And extremely valuable as you can guess. Good thing too; my other ventures had me deeply in debt to some very bad people. I was a few weeks away from getting my nipples chained to a prostitution block," she tugs your nipple, "or earning my own stint in the ****-box." She pecks a quick kiss of comradery on your thigh. "But now I have enough money to do whatever I like. And that's where you come in."

Your pulse hammers upon hearing "you cum."

"I want to be a bounty hunter, and when I learned your master was behind on payments, I decided to buy you. I wanted to see your techniques first hand hence the little escape charade. You don't disappoint. I'll keep you around for advice." She rubs a smear of the aphrodisiac oil against your clit with her thumb. Your body tenses up preparing for an orgasm that's a hair's breadth away but doesn't arrive. "I may even let you toy with my captives if you're a good ****."

Fuck this bitch. Fuck her good. She's got some money and an iota of success, and now she thinks she's a bounty hunter. Capturing and breaking slaves isn't some hobby a bored spark plug can do on weekends. Fuck this cunt right in her tight ass. And she keeps rubbing your clit like that's all it takes to break you. You're going to give her a piece of your mind.

You open your mouth.

"Please, please, please, let me cum. I'll be your slut, your ****, your fucktoy. Please! I'll do anything, help you any way I can." Okay, that wasn't quite what you had in mind, but with so much desperation oozing from your cunt, you couldn't help it. You moan and look longingly at your... You decide to say it out loud. "... Mistress."

Her smile is subtle but conveys her victory well enough. She snuggles up to you and caresses her fingertips along your inner thigh. You know your orgasm is soon, but it seems she's going to drag it out. You stare at her silently pleading. You try to be patient and obedient, but your body twitches and spasms with delight as her finger teases you. Finally, with a curious smile, she pinches and twists your clit, letting the sharp snap of pain and pleasure send you to orgasmland. Your body wiggles uncontrollably in your bonds and your eyes roll back as mind-blowing bliss crackles through you.

After you recover from the orgasm that nearly turned your brain permanently to mush, your new mistress gives you a brief tour of her ship. It's a heavily modified pleasure liner with plenty of surprises hidden under its sleek skin. Of the dozen luxury quarters in the original design all but three have been converted into state of the art dungeons. You're also pretty sure the observation lounge didn't include a swarm-missile battery in the factory version. Now seeing the real thing, you feel extra embarrassed that you mistook another room in the ****-box for something Mistress Jane would fly.

"You're blushing," comments your mistress stopping and yanking your leash so you'd do the same. "Do you think you're too good to crawl in the nude?"

"No mistress," you answer, almost looking in her eyes, but deciding it'd be better to stare at her stiletto boots instead.

"Good ****, but I think I deserve more of a title. What was it you called me when we first met? Honey Pussy? Yes, you'll call me Mistress Honey Pussy."

"Yes, Mistress Honey Pussy," you dutifully respond, managing to make a quick glance at her face to gauge her emotions. She's pleased.

"Good girl. Since you're so obedient, I'll let you taste it." She slides her panties down and kicks them away. "I'd like another orgasm anyway." Her smug smile is audible. "The aphrodisiac seems to linger."

The mention of the potent substance brings your own arousal back to the front of your mind. Mistress Honey Pussy, is correct, the longing lingers even after such a mind blowing orgasm. You bite your lip to soothe the aching pleasure.

"I see you are quite horny as well," your mistress tuts, as you crawl to her sweet pussy. "No need to fear, you'll get one-- Ah," she gasps tenderly as you lovingly kiss her folds. "After you secure my first bounty. Yes, yes, keep your tongue there."

After bringing your mistress to orgasm twice, you helped her pick out some bounties for her first foray . She chose to start tracking them with some search algorithms that you wouldn't be much help in setting up, so she bound you to her bedroom's ceiling. It actually feels like the floor to you because of some high-tech gravity trickery. Your mistress has plenty of such advanced toys. You're up here to serve as a screen for her projector, giving you time to think.

You wonder if you're your mistress's first ****. She hasn't shown any signs of inexperience, but her story suggests you might be. Your thoughts drift back to when she let you capture her. So many options seemed open to you then. Had she planned for every contingency? Or would there have been a way to truly enslave her if you'd actually thought like a dom?

Begrudgingly, you admit to yourself that the ****-box managed to blossom your inner submissive, or perhaps you're just happy to have a living breathing owner, a creative and devious mistress. Either way the thought of being Mistress Honey Pussy's **** feels right. And if she turns out to be undeserving, perhaps you can sabotage her. You could probably turn the tables on her and become her mistress with the right motivation, or simply have both of you fall into the clutches of someone crueller. Of course, such thoughts remind you that you'd attempted to enslave her earlier today, and it'd all come crashing down in a climax of epic proportions. Your loins whet at the possibilities.

"I'm horny too," coos your mistress, and her gravity gizmo releases you, but your bonds keep their grip letting your spread body dangle, your head swaying just low enough for you to lap up your mistress's honey. Your **** cunt is higher; your mistress has no intention of returning the favor. Instead you feel the tingle rays of the image projector on your bare pussy. Is she watching porn on your cunt? You feel an upsetting mix of degradation and arousal. It seems your life is going to be very humiliating, for the time being at least.

BAD ENDING: TONGUE BITCH DRAGGED ACROSS THE GALAXY