You choose Mission

Your decide to stay with Mission. You don't convey your intention with words. At this stage you are past that point. Instead you walk up to her with your leash in your mouth, then you drop on your knees, giving out a muffled pleasing sound.

"Smart decision, pet," the twi'lek smiles and starts petting your hair.

One of the things kept from was that Mission is cruel to her slaves. The resort you settle down next to the beach was already equipped to serve her needs. You are stropped to a cross and whipped every day. You are expected to walk around on all fours with a humbler while Mission holds your leash. Around your cock there is a spiked cage, often equipped with a catheter. You are to sleep in a cage every night. Often forced to uncomfortable positions in order to push your limits.

You protest about this treatment many times. But Mission is relentless, and she comes up ever harsher forms of punishments. With time your mind breaks, and you start to think of yourself as nothing but an object. A good thing as you reckon as escape is no longer an option.

BAD END: MISSION'S PLAYTHING