The glow of victory

You are blind. The flare from the EMP grenade burned through your iris’s leaving nothing but a blue corona in their wake. You try to rub the light imprint from your eyes, but there is little you can do for the ringing in your ears. Your hair is attempting to rise on the residual static discharge. When you reach out to steady yourself, there a static shock, nips from the bulkhead.

After a moment you can see the results of your handiwork. There down the hallway is Bellextra and Mal, surprisingly in almost the same pose as you last saw them. Mal still has a hand locked on Bellextra, and Bellextra’s fist seems to be hooked on a rent piece of Mal’s armor. But there is an unsteady, almost sloppy air about their stance, like an old building that is ready to fall down.

Mal’s face contorts. Bellextra just looks tired. “What did you do to me?” Mal shouts. Bellextra ignores him and pulls her arm back. It’s a bit of a challenge, her gauntlet doesn’t seem to be moving correctly and she has to yank with her free hand to remove it from the indent in her opponent's metal side . “Hey!” Mal continues to a seemingly deaf audience. With a heavy shrug, like yielding a great weight, Bellextra shifts out from under him.

With no more power in the suit, Mal needed Bellextra to help stabilize him. When she moves he collapses like a puppet sans strings. You pay him no mind as he screams impotent obscenities. There is a series of cracks as Bellextra pops her neck. Her armored hand hangs dead to her side. She tries to raise it, but the motors that power the weapon are clearly lifeless. You ready your tools, hoping they are not as powerless as her power gauntlet.

Bellextra reaches up and presses a hidden release clasp on her arm. With a hiss, seams pop open along the metal arm, releasing it’s long grip. Gingerly, she pulls off the gauntlet, as if she is severing her actual arm. It lands on the ground with defeated thud. She discards her combat harness, it's powerful tools of slavery rendered inert, so that all she wears is that skull pauldron and her cock ring. She adopts a fighting stance for the last time. “One more round? I’m all warmed up.” she asks. Though her body stands weary, her cock twitches eagerly.

You smile. She sure as fuck is beautiful. “Sure.” It's all the signal either of you needed and you both charge in. You ready your weapons and slide under her first swing. As her fist sails over your head, you clasp a smart cuff on her wrist.

“I-” You block the incoming back hand, locking her into a wrist and snapping another cuff.

“Have-” She is a tornado of blows now. Every move is a perfectly executed strike designed to end you. It actually make them easy to counter. When she sends forth a jab that would crack your collar bone, you slide right inside her reach.

“You!” You open palm slam her into the wall when she over extends herself. Before she can recover, a smart collar is around her neck. She looks at her two wrists, and then at you. You smile and press the remote.

The equipment magnetizes. Her hands shoot to her neck and her neck goes adheres to the wall. “Fuck you!” she screams.

“Later,” you reply with a smile. “First I want to take a moment to enjoy this.” And what a moment it is. Bellextra struggles, though futile, are as energetic as her attacks were. With her arms locked to her neck, and her neck stuck to the wall, she can do little more than kick awkwardly and flail her elbows. Each movement horribly over extends her balance, forcing her to awkwardly recover. Of course, her limbs aren't all that’s shaking.

Her efforts do magnificent things to her tits, the red orbs flowing naturally from side to side, dark nipples brushing against her bound elbows. Down past a flat stomach and an hourglass waist points a cock. The full masted monstrosity waves at you vigorously, like a maniac trying to get attention. It succeeds remarkably.

Too tempting a target to resist, you swing the whip down. She screams in agony as the red mushroom is struck with a painful crack. Undeterred, and possibly further excited, the swollen organ springs back like a kicked door stop. “YEEEARRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!" You can't tell if she's angry or turned on.

You shove a gag in her mouth and go deal with some loose ends.

Mal is still furious. “I swear to all the gods and demons, there is no where in this galaxy you can find that will be safe! I will burn every shelter you’ve ever known!” You tune him out.

This isn’t the first time someone has sworn **** on you. It was really flattering the first time, but after a while, you realized that it's actually really undignified. As someone who has been routinely captured, you know that the proper etiquette for these things is to either escape and move on or accept a life of slavery and humiliation. Sure it's fun to take someone who once took you, but that should be motivated by good sexual energy as opposed to ****. Swearing undying vengeance is just tacky, and really reflects poorly on a sentient's character.

Picking up a random metal spur that was knocked off from an errant blow during the kerfuffle, you look around for something heavy. Ah, one of Bellextra’s old pistols. Perfect. This thing could probably punch through a bulkhead if it hadn’t been short circuited. What was undoubtedly compact and light weight by Bellextra standard's is heavy and unwieldy by yours. Just what you needed.

Release clamps, similar to the one Bellextra used to release her arm are a standard safety feature for power armor. After all, no one knows when an **** soldier needs to be let out for medical attention or some such. They’re pretty well hidden and secure, so someone doesn’t come and rip the thing off in close combat. But if you know where they are, their not hard to unlatch. Why, Mal could do it himself if he wasn’t weighed down by half a ton of metal.

“You fucking cunt! I swear to-”

Klang! “You’re repeating yourself dear.” You position the metal bar over the next clasp.

“What are you-” Klang! He tries to look over his shoulder. Its fun to see him try, given that he can't even move his shoulders under the bulky armor. You make your way down his, finding every release you can and chiselling it away. “No, stop!” Once you’ve finished breaking off every latch that could be used to physically free him, you take out your pistol. It makes for a poor welding torch as you fire close range into the seams, but it still melts and fuses metal along the seams of the escape hatch. Someone would need an arc welder to get him out of there. “NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”

You wait for his inarticulate yells to die down a bit before you crouch down to get a good look at him. “I don’t normally do this. In fact, I’ve never done anything like this. I don’t find it very sporting. Usually I sell my rivals and give them a fair chance to adjust to slavery or break free. It’s my way of showing respect I guess.”

“But you." You shake your head. "This is a good life. I like this life. It's fun, and exciting, and in its own way, fair. You take all the fun out of this.” Another inarticulate scream. “Worse, you know you take the fun out of it. So I’m going to leave you to a long, boring ****.” With that, you get up and walk away. Well, almost. As he screams bloody ****, it occurs to you his less than lovely voice could ruin the mood you want when you take Bellextra for the fist time as a ****. So you pull out the silencer.

On the surface, the silencer looks like any ball gag. But hidden inside is a sonic nullification unit. It sends out the inverse of any sound wave it detects, effectively cancelling out the noise. If you’re close, you’d just hear distorted mumbling, from more than a meter away, nothing at all. Of course, the area in the immediate vicinity of the silencer, say 6 inches, is filled with painful vibrations. You wonder if Mal has any fillings?

“Now, where were we?” you say returning to Bellextra. She’s still thrashing, but it’s more to show defiance than any effort to escape. Part of you wonders if she’s showing off? Deliberate or not, her movements have a seductive quality to them. The proud warrior swings her hips side to side, futilely trying to cover her breasts with her elbows. While she succeeds in covering her nips, her berry red jugs swell out on either side of her arms.

You saunter close in you sexiest walk (which is pretty damned sexy in your modest opinion). “MMnnnnn!!” It’s funny how much she reminds you of Melodia right now. There is the tiniest twinkle in her eye, the way her movements accentuate her figure a little too much. You rest your hand on her cock and she moans once more, deeper this time. Gently you slide up the shaft, not giving it a full grip, more of a teasing caress, before slipping your hand under her balls. She quivers and a droplet of precum comes out.

“Oh my dear.” You wipe up the trickle with a finger and hold it in front her face. “Whats this?” She growls around her gag. “If I didn’t know better...” You wipe the precum on her lips, much to her consternation, “I’d say you were enjoying this.”

“RNNNGGHHH!” She shakes her head.

“Yes, that was my first thought. A big strong sexy Iah Kuruh wouldn’t allow herself to feel pleasure from being dommed by a lowly human would she?” You cup one of her massive udders. “You’re a warrior. A queen amongst peons. Aren’t you?” Your other hand goes back to her cock and grips it almost tenderly. She ignores your question, far more focused on your hands, right up until you squeeze her nuts sadistically.

“What are you Bellextra, warrior or slut?” You tug her nuts for emphasis.

“A’hm uh ‘Arriuh--AAAGK!!” she tries to reply. You cut her off with a quick slap to the nuts. Another droplet of precum.

“I don’t think you’re being honest with yourself.” Another slap. “You seem to be behaving in a very slutty manner.” Both hands work her nuts, one slapping the other stroking. With each slap she breathes a little faster, a little deeper. You switch to long smooth strokes, your fingers tightly hugging her veiny shaft.

“MnnnnnHHHHH!” Her demeanor has changed completely. Any semblance of defiance is forgotten under cruel and tender ministrations. She varies wildly between happy need, and fearful arousal as you administer pleasure and pain.

“What are you Bellextra?”

“Ah’m uh-AHHHHH!” You depress the shock button on the collars remote.

“I don’t actually care.” you give her cock a final squeeze before leaving her begging into her gag for more. "Either way, I got you bitch."