Track down an alternative transmitter

Dealing with Bellextra head on just seems like a bad idea to you. If she came here to get the transmitter, it stands to reason, that you can get a transmitter too. This is something of black market hub. You may need to pay a little extra, but if this works out, money will no longer be a concern of yours. Besides, Melodia is the only one who knows the frequency needed to activate it. As long as you keep her safe, that salvage is as good as yours. Going straight for the transmitter means that you don’t have to deal with an Iah Kuruh. “Tell me more about this transmitter. You said you knew the model?”

“Yes mistress.” Now that you have uncuffed her she has assumed a submissive position, kneeling on the ground in front of you with her hands behind her back. She took to slavery like a fish to water. “It’s a Dixon type VII. It’s so powerful that it’s used as a-”

“Yes, yes, I don’t need the details. Could you recognize one if you saw it?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good. You’re going to help me find one.” You attach her leash, gag her, and lock her smart cuffs behind her back. With a tug she is up and following you. As you leave the Breaker, you get a nagging suspicion that you’re forgetting something and you take quick stock of your inventory. You have all your gear, you even packed some extra ammo packs. You have your ****, not heavily bound but then you’re going to be out and about so you want her to be semi unrestricted. You got your keys, the lights are off. What could it be? Oh well. If it was important you would have remembered it.

The dock foreman suggests that there is a bar nearby called Swingers which is a good place to sit back and listen to rumors. With a hefty tip, the bartender can generally point you in the right direction. You thank him and take Melodia off with you.

Because of its unique location, Dogsville is oriented vertically, as opposed to horizontally. You take an elevator from the starport on the top level, to midtown, so named because it’s in the middle of the canyon. You exit onto a busy walkway along the canyon wall. Small carts and pedestrians bustle to and fro. You consider taking one of the pony **** drawn rickshaws but opt to walk instead. Melodia may be suffering in the heat, but the sweat is making her body shine in a way you find enticing.

As you walk along you notice quite a few passersby giving Melodia second looks. It fills you with a small amount of pride that your **** is drawing so much attention. You look back at her and you can see why. The ball gag you fixed her with is big enough to make her jaw ache and she is drooling delightfully on her tits. You’re about to tease her with the plug belt when behind you hear a voice, “Well shit. It is her.”

You turn around just in time to see the stun baton.

When you wake up you are in a room with rough stone walls and floors, probably inside one of the buildings you saw carved out of the canyon walls on your way in. The first thing you notice is the ache in your shoulders, followed quickly by the cool air on your skin. All of your skin. Your naked, and you’ve been bound. A quick struggle reveals that ropes bind your arms at your elbows and your wrists. Your legs are similarly restrained at the knees and ankles. All of your weight is on your breasts, which are pushed flat into the rough stone. Rolling over, you see Melodia gagging on a Gavleths cock. One of his four arms is pumping her head, while his two human buddies jerk off until it's their turn. On the other side of the room is another Gavleth, who is speaking rapidly in his own language to a communication terminal. After a moment he ends his call and turns to his buddies. “It’s official. That’s her.”

The two humans cheer and the Gavelth moans as he finishes into Melodia’s mouth. It is an ungodly amount of cum. Too much in fact for Melodia to keep in, and she spits and spurts around his cock, spraying her captors abbs and thighs with jiz.

“Looks like the other one’s awake too.” The first Gavleths points to the two humans. “Grab the bounty and take her back to the ship.” He tosses them a hood. “Put that on her so no one recognizes her.”

That’s what you forgot. That Melodia had a bounty worth 90,000 credits. And you paraded her around on planet full of criminals and scumbags. You’re not even mad any more. You deserve this. The two humans roughly shove the hood over Melodia’s head and frog march her to her fate. You’re too busy worrying about yourself to care about what's in her future. Probably more of the same.

The two Gavleths joke and laugh at each other in their own language. One gestures at you and at a table. The other agrees emphatically. You don’t speak any Gavleth, but you know exactly what's coming next. Hell, you’ve been on the other end of this enough times.

One grabs rope and the other grabs you. You are dragged by the feet and then roughly lifted onto the table. Gavleths are bigger and stronger than the average human so you don’t waste energy struggling. You also don’t waste time begging. You have your dignity after all. Besides, you should probably conserve your energy.

They take your arms and pull them out so that your arms are under the table and your back is against the table surface. The Gavleth who made the call, who seems like the leader, is untying your legs. The other Gavleth is standing behind your head. When you look up, you see his massive member. Still half limp from Melodia’s oral servicing, it is quickly stiffening as he massages your breasts. Although you are well endowed, they still seem small in his massive hands. His partner has untied your legs and has attached a length of rope to each one. From there he pulls your legs wide, exposing your cunt and asshole. When he’s done your legs are stretched out in a wide V on one end of the table, and your head hangs off the opposite side. All of your holes are at the perfect height for the Gavleths.

“Suck good, or he’ll put it in your ass.” says the one playing with your tits, to emphasize the point, he gives them an unkind squeeze.

You are about to reply when the other one rams his cock into you. You gasp out in pain and your open mouth is quickly filled. You’ve never been this full. The combination of having your mouth and pussy in use at the same time and the sheer size of the Gavleths overwhelms your mind. The cock in your mouth easily reaches the back of your throat and it takes all of your effort not to gag. Meanwhile, your pussy stretched painfully.

In spite of it all, you slowly start to moisten. You’ve always been into bondage and rough sex. Sure you prefer to top but you’ve subbed before. Mostly after a few drinks but this isn't the first time you've come up short on a bounty. You let the helplessness evolve into a sense of freedom. Freedom from responsibility, freedom from control, freedom to just take it. You’re getting wetter, and the dick in your pussy is sliding in and out easier. It is still massive, but the pain is now joined with an increasing pleasure. Meanwhile your starting to actually work the dick in your mouth, as opposed to letting him face fuck you. He’s being a little gentler as a result. You move your lips up and down his shaft and work his head with your tongue. If your going to be tied up and fucked like a sex ****, you might as well do it right.

Perhaps sensing your changing attitude, one them starts to play with your clit. It’s not gentle, but none of this is, and the added stimulation pushes you over the brink. Your head shoots up and the Gavleths cock pops out. He curses and holds your head so that he can shove his cock back in. All the way in. You can’t breathe. You wiggle as much as your restraints allow but the Gavleth doesn’t let up. Indeed, while two hands hold your head in place, the other two start slapping your tits. The contrast between the pleasure and the **** intensifies the orgasm and you squirt shamelessly. That seems to set off both of the Gavleths who simultaneously retract and shoot their load all over you. And gods do they have loads to blow. Streams of ejaculate, drizzle your face, torso and thighs. You are covered in their seed. Everyone takes a couple of deep breaths. Then to your horror, the Gavleths switch sides and begin again.

You have a long night.

The next day, covered in dried semen, the Gavleths drag you out into the streets of Dogsville. You’re arms are still tied at the wrists and elbows, but your wrists have been incorporated into a crotch rope. This harness wraps around your waist, where it meets your restrained hands, and then goes through your buttocks and labia and up the other side. If you wiggle your hands, it will rub your clit. The crotch harness also holds in a plug and dildo. Between your accessories and your brutal fucking last night, you walk bow legged. A rope leash is around your neck which the Gavleths enjoy pulling on.

They take you from the carved out dwelling to one of the main bridges. You recognize it as a popular place to suspend slaves. Realizing that this may be your last chance you struggle frantically, but in vain. The ropes are too tight and you are too tired. Laughing at you the Gavleths call over one of the locals in blue grey jumpsuit. After a few words are exchanged they turn to you. “This man’s job is to make sure slaves are not left here too long. He will take you in a day, but will demand services in exchange. He says he’ll take those services when you are cleaner.” Another laugh from the Gavleths.

A spreader bar is produced and attached at your knees. Your ankles are tied to your thighs. Finally, a thankfully solid looking cable is clipped to a ring at the center of the spreader bar. The Gavleths simply toss you over the side.

You’re not embarrassed to say you screamed. You have stared down a rampaging Carnitorus, Senigol Pirates, and those two Gavleths monstrous membranes but this is by far the most terrifying experience of your life. It is thankfully short. Your descent slows rapidly, followed by a quick spring back up. Jism is flung from your body and your tits bounce as you spring back and forth on the bungee cord. As you slowly spin around you take stock of your situation. You’ve lost all your gear, true, but you have enough money squirreled away in secure accounts that you’ll be able to bribe your way out of this when your done. You hear the Gavleth’s laughter up above slowly drift away. When you get out of this you’ll have to look those two up. For now though, your just another helpless prisoner, hanging out in Dogsville Canyon.

BAD ENDING: LEFT HANGING