Uneventful

Well, uneventful may be the wrong word. Melodia would probably disagree at least. She spends the trip in various forms of bondage, almost always with her holes filled. You tie her down to a sybian, put her in stocks, hang her from the ceiling, hogtie her, frog tie her, the list goes on. Melodia has abandoned any pretense of resistance and embraced her new role. Her orgasms have become more frequent and more intense and by the end of every day she is dripping in sweat drool, and lady spunk. Sadly, all good things must come to an end.

It has been four days since you picked up Melodia and you are getting ready to leave hyperspace and deliver her to the Sirius Syndicate. You walk into the dungeon to break the news to the slut. Gagged and blindfolded, she moans with excitement at the sound of your approach. She is tightly tied to a pole. Her arms are around the back and bound with rope at her wrists and elbows. Her perfect chest is in a rope harness that accents her breasts magnificently. A nipple chain stretches between her nipples. Her neck is tied to the pole to truly limit her range of motion. She rests on one leg, which is tied to the pole at the thigh, knee, and ankle. The other leg is pulled up and out by a rope at the knee, so her pussy is exposed. Of course, you left that and her ass filled. The toys vibrate constantly, but were set to randomly shock her, just to keep her guessing.

“Well, Melodia, our time together is almost at an end,” you say to her.

“Mmmhm?” she questions sadly

“Yes. We’ll be leaving hyperspace in a little under an hour and then it’ll be time to deliver you and get paid.” You stroke her pussy as you say this.

“Mmmhmm. Hrunn.”

“Oh don’t worry too much. Your daily routine isn’t going to change too much. Every day you’ll wake up, bound and gagged, and then you’ll spend the rest of the day fucking. Your going to have a blast.” You take off the nipple chain. She squeals as the blood flows back to her nipples. To make it up to her, you suck on one of her breasts.

“Mm, mmmhn. Nnngh.”

“Oh alright. Since you have been so much fun, I’ll drop out of hyperspace early and give you a good drilling before I turn you in.”

“Eeeh!” you recognize a gag smile when you see one.

Some time later you make your final approach to Terrador Station. Sirius Syndicate Headquarters is a rundown station built into an asteroid on the edge of explored space. Various docking bays, repair scaffolds and weapons emplacement stud the four mile long rock. Although the Syndicate runs the base, there are many other enterprises here, some of which are even legal. Tens of thousands call it home.

You enter through the central flight way, which is a single long corridor, wide enough to easily accommodate a frigate, that runs the length of the asteroid, and allows quick access from one side of the base to the other, as well as accommodating the bulk of the commercial traffic. A riot of sights **** you. Hologram advertisements compete for your attention. One promises genuine Taloc Spice, another buys and sells slaves (from new to slightly used), and yet another offers space battle repair. You see hundreds of small fighters and shuttles, no two the same make and model, docked along the flight way’s walls and it takes you a few passes to find an open berth. A commuter train takes passengers from one end of the station to the other. You smile. You’ve come through Terrador Station a few times before, and every time you do, you are always reminded of how even the scum of the galaxy can come together and build up a great community. The kind of community where you can get and Azdrenean **** girl to snort spice off of, but a community nonetheless.

You head into the dungeon to prep Melodia for delivery. Grabbing her hands together, you tie them together at the wrists and elbows in front of her, and then pull them over her head. Then you attach a length of rope and pull it down so that her wrists are now at the small of her back. Melodia moans in agony as you work. You make the knots particularly cruel and tight. This is a delivery to a criminal organization, it’s important to maintain certain standards when transporting prisoners. Besides, you both get turned on by it.

You incorporate the rope pulling on her hands into a chest harness. This one loops around her breasts tightly, making them bulge. Next comes her leash. Not around her neck, that would be boring, although perhaps more practical. You make a crotch harness for Melodia, with the pussy rope extending beyond the harness to form as a leash. Whenever you tug on it, you stimulate her crotch in an uncomfortable way. As a finishing touch, you **** a ring gag into her mouth.

With the sigh of someone who is coming to the end of a good thing, you lead your helpless captive to her fate. The interior of Terrador is as garish and diverse as the flight way. The corridors are packed with humans, aliens, and androids. Every square inch of wall space is covered by a stall selling one thing or another. Vendors, panhandlers, and buskers compete for your attention. Every once and a while you come across someone who is preaching religious sermons or insanities to anyone who will listen.

You keep Melodia on a short lead. No one really takes much notice of her. She isn’t the only **** girl here, nor is she the only one restrained in such a fassion. The dominance of slaves is a cornerstone of life on Terrador and the Syndicate leaves many slaves restrained in public places. You pass under one, suspended by her ankles. Directions to nearby places of interest have been written on her tone belly. The syndicate also provides **** parking, where anyone can harness a ****. Drone monitoring ensures no one but the owner will walk away with it. Other stalls have slaves available for use. Melodia stops in front of one, with a **** in stocks. A Lintoan is taking her from both ends at once.

You come up behind her and put your arms around her. One hand fondles her taut breast while the other teases the crotch rope. Of course she’s soaked.

“Like what you see?” you whisper into her ear.

“Uh huhn” she responds heavily.

You intensify your molesting. “There’s a healthy chance you’ll be up there. It’s a quick way to get money back on slaves. They’ll make you available to anyone who can pay. I hear some of those slaves get used two dozen times a day. Should we see if they have a spare spot for you?”

“Hurrgh” is all she can manage as you **** another orgasm from her body.

“Come on slut,” you say tugging on her leash.

All too soon, you arrive at the Syndicate’s headquarters. It has the feel of a corporate branch office, with sheik furniture and decor that clashes with some of the less than savory guards and goons they have on staff. You approach the reception desk, which is manned by an Oo’lick; a **** girl judging by her collar, although this one was allowed to dress like a sexy secretary. Blue skinned, with feathers where human hair would, be, the Oo'lick were otherwise remarkably similar to humans. This one has short feathers that sweep against her skull, so that it looked like she has black hair that’s been slicked back.

“I’m here to make a delivery,” you say as you approach. A quick tug on the leash makes Melodia kneel.

“Very well ma’am, who is it for?” She had a sultry voice to go with soft features and pouty lips.

“Whoever is in charge of bounties these days. Last time I was here it was a guy named Davion.”

“I’m afraid he is no longer in that position,” she replied in a tone that suggested his new position was not an improvement. “What is the bounty?” She asked glancing at Melodia.

“One Melodia Sarmack.”

“Oh my, that is quite a catch.” She replies. “Let me page the bounty officer.” She presses a button and waits a moment. Another button. “Hmm. He’s not answering his comlink. Let me go find him for you.”

“You’re a doll.” you say with a smile.

She smiles as she gets up. You watch her figure as she walks out. Heels, a black miniskirt, and white blouse reveal a stacked figure and legs worth murdering over. Maybe Sirius Syndicate will offer you a bonus?

“Melodia Sarmack, eh? I spent a good three months looking for her.” The tone of the new voice was in stark contrast with the agreeable and attractive voice of the Oo’lick. You turn and see a Gavleth. Four arms and tall enough to make a basketball player look up, he seems thoroughly unimpressed with you.

“That a fact,” you reply. “I guess you looked in the wrong places.” He’s got a buddy, another Gavleth, blocking the door, and two humans holding what you hope are stun blasters.

“I guess I was. ‘Course, the way I see it, she’s here now so it still comes out as a win.”

“Except she’s my bounty.”

The Gavleth laughs easily. “Slaves don’t get to keep bounties.” He reaches a hand out for you.

Your stun whip hits him right in the nuts. With a squeak he keels over, his body going limp from the whip. He’s big and Gavleths are tough. The stun won’t last for long. Fortunately, his buddies have stun guns. You drop the whip and grab him as he falls to use him for cover just in time. Multiple bolts strike him in the back before you toss him aside. Diving behind the receptionists desk, you upend it for cover. A roar from three vocal cords tells you that his friend who was guarding the door is charging you. You toss him a tentacle grenade for his troubles. The dumbass actually tries to catch it, right as six tendrils burst out of their pod. Technically illegal because they’re Senagol technology, the tentacle grenade use some weird smart goo that can take almost any form. In this case the goo forms tentacles that restrict the target for capture. The Gavelth is tangled up before he takes two more steps and collapses next to a screaming Melodia. With him down, it’s just another two on one shootout.

One of the gunners is trying to flank you while his buddy provides cover fire. It’s a good trick, and it would work if they were more coordinated. As it is, the flanker moves while the other is reloading. You drop the flanker with a double tap and count to three. On three you rise up to take your shot. Just as you thought, the other guy realized that it just wasn't going to happen today, and is attempting a quick exit. You blast him in the back.

“Wow wee!” Shouts an excited voice. You bring the gun to bear.

You see a small man in a ridiculous pinstripe suit. Both of his hands are on his head in amazement although he quickly raises them when he sees your gun on him.

“Now, now, ma’am, no need for that, no need for that at all.” he slowly approaches but then thinks better of it. “I’m just going to take out my card and leave it here on the ground okay.” He backs up.

Figuring he’s no threat, or at least that your in enough trouble as it is, you holster your gun. Examining his card, you find that his name is Seymour Stebbins, and he is a recruiter for the syndicate. “Now lady I have seen some fancy shooting in my time but that was something else. Am I to understand that you have procured for us this fine specimen?” he is referring to Melodia, who has calmed down a bit.

“That’s right.” You extend your hand. “Natalia Demys. Bounty Hunter.”

“Freelance, am I right? Never wanted to sign on with any one outfit? Can’t blame you. Can’t blame you one bit. With talent like that you can afford to play the field. Let me tell you something else though. We can’t afford to have you playing the field. No siree bob.” He’s a fast talker that’s for sure. “What kind of recruiter would I be if I let a fine young specimen like yourself walk out that door. A terrible one, that kind.” He has somehow managed to get beside you and is offering you a cigar.

“Is that a threat?” you ask. In spite of your efforts to sound intimidating, it comes out as genuine question. The man is so damn personable you really can’t tell if he is threatening you or not.

“A threat? No, it’s a promise. Look little lady, I get where you're coming from. There are a lot of operations out there, and while most of them will happily sign you on, you have to start at the bottom. Not to mention there are rules, you have to fork over a cut of the profits, there are strings attached. Makes more sense for you to work for yourself if you’re good enough.” He gestures to the trashed reception area. “And you are good enough, am I right? The Sirius Syndicate needs women of your caliber. I’m willing to bet you no one’s ever made you a deal like I’m about to make you. So what do you say you collect your bounty, and then you and I discuss your employment over drinks and a cigar.” He sticks his hand out to you.

You got to admit, he does seem to know all the reasons that you have remained independent which makes you sympathetic. Not to mention as far as operations go, the Sirius Syndicate is one of the better run. “Sure. No promises but I’ll hear you out.” At that moment the **** secretary returns with a gruff looking man. Both are very surprised to see that the office had been turned into a shooting gallery in her absence. “So tell me” you say looking the secretary up and down, “What kind of sign on bonus can I expect?”

Seymour follows your gaze and smiles. “Young lady, you are going to fit in here just fine.

Two months later.

Turns out the joining the Sirius Syndicate is one of the best decisions you’ve made with your life. Seymour was not lying. No one had ever offered you a benefits package like the one he did. With the money you made from turning in Melodia, plus the sign on bonus, plus a very generous salary, you have more money than you know what to do with. Literally. You could be in slavegirls and booze until you turn 3,289. You never really had ambitions past those two things. You have to learn how to invest. It’s almost annoying until you remember you’re rich. They even throw in the Oo’lick secretary as your personal assistant/****. She has a name that is unpronounceable, but she doesn’t seem to mind that you just call her Blue Bitch. Nor does she mind being a bondage **** when she’s not your personal assistant. Unfortunately you have a lot that requires your attention.

Turns out Seymour also wasn’t lying when he said that the Syndicate could use someone of your talents. At first they have you continue to track down high value bounties. But after seeing the work you did with Melodia, they ask you to split your time between hunting and training new slaves. And boy does the syndicate have slaves. All different species and genders and your boss always wants them trained yesterday. Some nights you barely have the energy to ravish Blue Bitch.

You still see Melodia from time to time. Just like you thought they would, they turned her into a bondage ****. Since you are a **** trainer, you occasionally get to work with her, although not too often since she was pretty thoroughly trained by the time you got her to the Syndicate. Still though, it is really nice to catch up with her when you get the chance. And of course by catch up, you mean tie her up and dominate her sorry ass. Sometimes with Blue Bitch helping to domme her, sometimes with Blue Bitch tied up next her, sometimes back on the Breaker for old times sake. You even take her back to the public use stall and strap her in for an afternoon. Life is good.

GOOD ENDING: BOUNTY HUNTER EXTRAORDINAIRE.