Tie Her Up And Tease Her Mercilessly.

You put a hand to your chin and think. The racks of clothing are flashy and appealing but the trunks are more likely to inspire, you think. You approach one and start rifling through it. Mostly it's what you expect to find, dildos, lubes, vibrators, gags, blindfolds, that sort of thing. Some of it you can't even imagine using in a bedroom, like one thing that looks like a cooling unit for ion engines. There's even a zero-g restraint system, the sort military units use for highly dangerous captures. You look back at Reinna who eyes you nervously. Better take this slowly. You grab a few toys and an old-school set of metal handcuffs and throw them into a satchel you find in a side compartment before returning to Reinna.

"How about we restrain you a little and I'll tease you with these? You comfortable with that?"

She bites her lip and says, "I guess so..."

You nod, "Good. When we're out there, call me Miss and ask permission for just about everything, okay?"

She smiles and says, "Sure thing, 'Miss'."

You pat her shoulder and go off to find some clothes to match your act. Yours is easy to decide on the moment you see a sexy version of a corrections officer uniform. Technically there is no standard uniform for prison guards but the Deep Six corporation has so thoroughly cornered the market on prisons that no one could mistake the dark blue on grey style for anything else. The combat boots are taller than the real thing, the sensible trousers replaced with a shiny, tight mini pencil skirt, and the top is cut off right after your breasts, but the reflective visor and cap look real. The outfit is so small that when you first put it on the bottom of your ass and tits pop out. Thankfully the cloth is programmable and quickly adjusts to your pulling, though you still keep yourself only just concealed. Reinna is shocked as you undress in the middle of the room but quits her protests when she sees all the contestants doing it. An aid grabs your clothes, confirms your team number, and takes them away to be secured.

Reinna's outfit is a much harder choice. Reluctantly, she strips out of her clothes, including a surprisingly nice purple lace bra and panty set, and hands them off to the same aid so you can both search. She tries on a few outfits, and looks good in all of them, but you both agree that looking good and looking like a bound **** aren't the same thing. While you search, numbers are called and teams go out onto the stage. You can't see their performances but you hear the cheers and boos, mostly boos, of the crowd. You start to sweat a little as your team number gets closer to being called. You search another rack and cock your eyebrow at a coiled rope on a hanger. You inspect it and it feels like real rope. A man with an earpiece, an employee based on the way he's be circuiting the room, walks by and you flag him down.

"Excuse me, what is this?"

He smiles and says, "Oh, that's new. State of the art in smart clothing. It's made out of a synthetic, living tissue that will gently constrict and form a variety of restraint patterns with little input from the user."

He sees the blank looks on your faces and takes the rope from your hands. He slowly approaches Reinna, who covers her naked chest and crotch, and drapes the rope around her shoulders, arms, and hips. He steps back and you all wait a few awkward moments as nothing happens. Then, like a snake, the rope seems to come alive, both ends winding around her body, crisscrossing itself again and again before tying itself into a securing knot just above her ass. The result is a shibari style restraint that covers her entire body yet leaves her completely exposed. Her breasts are squeezed and pressed out while a convenient opening leaves her pussy and asshole fully accessable.

"Wow!" Reinna gasps as she marvels at the rope, feeling her new outfit with her hands.

You nod, "I think we have a winner."

"Number thirteen!" calls out a voice.

"And not a moment too soon!"

You grab Reinna's hand and dash for the curtain. She calls out for you to wait but there's no time. You burst onto the stage and freeze. The lights are all focused on the two of you, the rest of the room looking almost pitch black. But even from the silhouettes you can tell that many more people have arrived to watch the show then were here before. Reinna looks petrified, too scared even to cover her nakedness. So, being the domme here, you take charge by twirling the handcuffs on your finger then snapping them onto her wrist. Reinna jumps and gasps and the audience calls out in approval.

You give an evil grin and shout, "We've got you now, thief. You won't escape justice this time."

Reinna blinks and almost whispers, "What're you talking...?"

"Play along," you hiss quietly.

Her eyes widen in comprehension and she stiffly stammers, "I-I didn't, uh, do anything!"

You roll your eyes beneath your visor. You secure her other wrist, forcing her hands behind her back, and shove her towards the end of the runway.

"Save it for the jury!" you call out to much applause.

You stand just behind her and spread her legs apart with your knee. She shakes visibly under the spotlight but it's too late to back down now. Still holding her restraints you drop the satchel and search through it one-handed. You find two small pill looking objects and press them both to her nipples. You push a small button on the side of each of them, causing them to adhere to her skin. A slight twist of the bottom gets them buzzing loudly and Reinna gasps and jerks under the sudden ****. The audience laughs and you begin pacing around her.

"Here's how this is gonna work. I'm gonna ask you a question. If the jury believes you, we move on. If they don't...well, let's just say, the truth shall see you free. For starters, what is your occupation?"

"Um... I'm, a...tailor?"

You pull down your glasses and give the audience a sour look. They laugh and many of them give thumbs down signs.

"I think you can do better than that," you tell Reinna.

You grab another set of the small vibrators and attach one on her trimmed mound and the other right above her clit. When you turn them on she goes up on her toes and shuts her eyes tight. The audience is eating it up.

"I-I mean I'm..." She lets out a sigh.

"Make it snappy, thief!" you bark.

"I don't have a job! Not really!"

You look out at the crowd and ask, "Does that seem more likely?"

A brief round of applause gives you your answer. You continue pacing around Reinna as her eyes start to glaze over.

"Next question. Where were you last night between the hours of twenty-two thirty and twenty-three thirty?"

"Uh...At home? I was sleeping, I swear!"

The audience boos before you even have to ask them what they think. You look into your bag of tricks and search for the right tools.

"I really was!" Reinna pleads with the crowd. "Honest! Oh, please, kind jury, won't you take pity on me?"

Almost on cue the audience laughs at her fake misfortune and boos at her cries for help. It seems Reinna is starting to get the hang of this. You retrieve your prize, a short purple dildo with bumps and nodules along its shaft. Without warning you press it against her pussy lips and start to push it inside of her. She gasps and curls her toes but her pussy is wet and inviting to the penetrating toy.

"Please!" she shouts. "I'll tell, I swear!"

"Oh, I know you will," you chuckle.

You get the toy fully inside of her and press a few buttons on the base. The toy starts to rotate and whir inside of her but stays in place even when you take you hand away.

"Please, Miss! Oh!"

"You keep that in or else you'll be in even bigger trouble! Understand, thief"

"I-I understand, Miss!" she shouts even as her knees begin to buckle.

"Now, where were you really?"

"With some...m-men! From out of...town!"

The audience applauds and whistles at her confession.

"I see. So you're saying you're a whore, not a thief?"

Reinna looks out into the crowd, watching them watch her. Her skin is starting to glisten with sweat and her chest heaves beneath the rope.

"I'm not a thief, Miss!" she calls out. "I'm a whore, Miss!"

The audience applauds and stomps their feet.

"Oh? And pray tell, what did you do with these men from out of town so late at night?"

"We had...sex, Miss!"

"How many were there?"

"Three! They threw me down and just...fucked me! Oh stars, I'm gonna cum!"

You grab her by the hair and pull her head back. Reinna screams but doesn't resist.

"What do you think, jurors? Do we let her finish and go home?"

The answer is a resounding, "NO!"

"You heard them, whore-thief."

You turn off the rotor for the vibrator inside of her but don't remove it.

"No! Please!" Reinna cries.

"Thirteen! Your time is up!" calls out a voice over a loudspeaker.

The crowd applauds and you take a bow. Reinna is too busy drooling so you push her head down into a bow and get more laughs from the crowd. You take her backstage and start removing the vibrators before moving on to the handcuffs.

"You did awesome out there," you assure her. "I think we just might have this."

Reinna says nothing as you remove the cuffs and toss them into the satchel. She rubs her wrists, turns to you, then lunges at you like a feral cat. Caught off guard, you fall back only to have her follow you all the way to the floor. She mounts you and presses your lips together so hard you can't breath. She moans into your lips like they're a delicacy, her ropes tubbing roughly against your exposed skin. Despite the fact that you're on the floor in a very public space you're too horny from the show to stop her. You reach between the two of you and line your cock up with her cunt. The moment the head touches her hips she's pressing her hips down and impaling herself, moaning into your mouth. She stays still but you thrust your hips up and down and make her whimper as you push her over the edge. She shakes and cries out on top of you but recovers quickly and starts moving her hips in time with yours.

"I have never been so fucking horny in my fucking life!" she growls. "I need you to fuck me!"

You growl wordlessly and bite hard on her neck. She rakes her fingernails at your chest and sides and hisses in delight. You both keep at it until she cums again, you finishing just after her and depositing a load of jizz into her waiting canal. You both catch your breath and look into each other's eyes, uncertain what to do next. A cough from off to the side gets your attention.

You look up and spot a woman in a smart business suit, including heels and a short pencil skirt. Her hair is deathly straight and ends at her shoulders, colored powder blue to complement her pale skin, sharp cheekbones, and stoic expression. From the floor you can't help but look up her skirt and see, strangely, bright yellow underwear.

"Uh, sorry," you say lamely as you both stand up.

She gives a faint smiles and says, "Not to worry. I was hoping to speak to you both, if you're finished."

Reinna looks like she's about to cry and runs off to find her clothes while babbling back at the woman.

"I'm sorry I'll be right back I promise I don't usually do this hi I'm Reinna nice to meet you!"

She ignores Reinna and turns to you.

"I'm an associate of Ms. Velvet's. She caught your performance and found it quite interesting."

"Tell her we're flattered. Does this mean we've won the honor of a meeting?"

"Not quite, I'm afraid. You got the second most votes from the audience and they decide the winner, not us. But she did recognize your partner and deduced what your entrance into this contest was about."

She reaches into her pocket and produces a small black device. A data drive.

"This was...acquired, quite by accident. It was not her intention to take more than her fair share. Especially something of such a...personal inclination. If you are willing to convince Mr. Ratchet to let bygones be bygones, then I am authorized to give this to you."

You take the drive with a nod and say, "I think I can handle that. My client just wants his family photos back."

She raised an eyebrow, "'Family photos?' It wouldn't surprise me, having not gone through the entirety of the data myself, but I doubt it. The drive contains a mass quantity of pornographic images, videos, audio recordings, and text files."

You start to reply, something sharp on your tongue. But this woman isn't the one who or you on so you just sigh and thank her. The woman leaves without another word, heels clicking rhythmically against the floor. Reinna returns wearing her own clothes and carrying yours.

"What did she say?"

You smile and hold up the drive.