You decide not to betray your clients.

After a good night's sleep the afterglow fades and you’re able to think clearly again. The Sirius Syndicate will pay you good money, damn good money, to bring in this little tart. You’ve already done the hard work, there’s no reason to throw it all away because some pretty little pussy has a line on a big score. Besides, you know from past experience that a made mark will say anything, anything, to get out of being delivered. An inspection of Melodia’s ships logs confirm that she doesn’t know anything. Just a few call outs to someone named Bellextra, which are mostly gibberish. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, and all that. Speaking of birds and bushes…

Returning to the dungeon, you see your prisoner sleeping soundly, a puddle of drool leaking out her gag. You’re glad she’s a deep sleeper. They’re so much fun to wake up. Once again you strip naked and take the time to clean up and prep the dungeon. You choose a modest plug. Like almost all your insertable toys, this one can administer shocks and vibrate, and is operated by your remote. You lube it up and crouch down next to your prisoner. With your free hand you gently caress her sides. She moans softly, not yet fully awake. You spread her cheeks and ram the plug in her ass.

“HRMM!” she squeals.

“Good morning sunshine. Ready to face the day?” Melodia squeaks and kicks reflexively as you give her a few mild shocks. You stand clear as her legs, still restrained by the spreader bar, flail about. You switch the plug to a low vibrate, just enough to be distracting. “Better than coffee isn’t it” you say after she calms down a bit. “Now after due consideration, I’ve decided not to take up your generous offer.” She wails into her gag. “Since I like you however, I will help you prepare for your new life as a syndicate bondage slut. What do you say to that?”

“URRGHH!” More thrashing.

“Funny” you respond pressing the shock button once again, “that didn’t sound like a thank you.”

“Hmmmmmh,” she whimpers. “'Han 'ou” she says as best she can through the gag.

Sigh. “You forgot the ma’am again.” Turning the shocks on high, you unchain her from the floor and drag her over to a restraint chair you had set up while she was still asleep. It looked like a normal chair, albeit an uncomfortable one, until one noticed the hole in the seat. Underneath that hole was a dildo pole that can, and will, rise and fall in order to fuck the poor soul strapped into that chair. Various tie down points and straps hung loose from it.

You roughly **** Melodia into the chair. You remove the spreader bar and strap her legs to the legs of the chair, forcing them apart to provide easy access to her nether regions. Her arms you lift up and behind to the chair. You exchange the hand cuffs for leather straps on the chair back. To keep her from thrashing too much, you belt her chest and her waist in.

“There now, comfy?” Melodia only whimpers in response. “Thought so.” You position the dildo properly and turn on the fucking machine. There’s no need to lube it up. Bondage turns Melodia on like a car battery. There’s an idea for later you think. You grab a few more toys. The first is a hitachi vibrator. The chair already has a slot designed to accommodate it. You insert the toy so that the bulb rests on her clitoris. The fucking of the dildo pole means that she is constantly rubbing the hitachi. You next reach for your crop.

“Now Melodia, I know this may seem cruel, but it’s really is nothing compared to what those boys at the syndicate will do to you. By putting you through your paces now, I’m just giving you a good warm up. Think of this as a stretch before the big race.” All the while you trace the crop along her breasts. “I really didn’t give these the attention they deserved last night, did I slut?” you emphasize the last word with a swat.

“Eeeh! ‘O aam.”

You rub her breasts, aiming for that balance between pleasurable and cruel. It’s not hard to find with Melodia. You raise back the crop and strike.

“Ahh. Aha. Ahh.” more and more strikes, you alternate between breasts, sometimes you go for her thighs. After a few minutes, you stop and tilt her chin up with the crop.

“Now, how many was that?” Her eyes go wide and the noises she makes are unintelligible, but you get the idea. “Unacceptable slut. When I ask you such a simple question, I expect an answer.” You give here a solid strike across both breasts. “I’m going to go to give you fifty strokes. Now Count!”

“Ohn, ‘oo, ‘eeh, Ahh! ‘Our,” It continues like this until she gets to twenty when she has an orgasm, the kind that really test the chairs straps. You do not relent as she screams with pleasure into the gag. When she finishes you make her look you in the eye.

“What’s the count slut?” Panic sets in and she shakes her head. You smile. “One!” you say with a swing.

It takes a couple tries and orgasms, but Melodia does eventually count to fifty. You set the crop down and straddle the helpless woman’s lap so that your legs are on either side of the chair and her face is flush with your breasts. Grabbing the hitachi from it’s slot you ask, “You don’t mind if I borrow this do you?” You press it against your own pussy, which after all the excitement is ready for some attention. Oh god that is so right. The pulsing goes into your pussy and extends up your whole body. “Mhhn” Something's missing. Ahh.

With your free hand you reach behind Melodia’s head and unstrap the belt holding in your panties from the night before. She attempts to thank you but you cut her off. “Shh. I have something for that mouth of yours to do.” You offer her your left breast.

Melodia needs no further encouragement. That tongue of hers is a gift from the gods. It is poetry in motion as it licks and sucks and plays with each of your nipples in turns. Perfect. You rub the vibrator against yourself, letting the motion build with your coming orgasm. Now for the finishing touch.

“How’s that feel?” you ask.

“So good ma’am.” her breaths are hot and heavy. She answers in between licks

“What do you say?”

“Thank you. Thank you, ooh thank you.”

She isn’t too far off from another orgasm. While you’ve been rubbing that hitachi, the dildo pole and the plug have both been working away on her. “What are you Melodia?”

“I’m a slut who’s gonna pay my way.” Her admission of submission puts you both over the edge and you climax in unison. Waves of pleasure and release wash over your body. To her credit Melodia manages to keep your breast in her mouth even as she squirts her juices all over the chair. Later you will make her clean it with her tongue, but for now you were content to bathe in the afterglow. You set the hitachi down and wrap your arms around her. After enjoying it for a moment you get up.

“Now, I have some chores to do around the ship. You be good now.” you begin to dress yourself.

“Ma’am wait, what about this dildo in me?”

“Oh, I almost forgot.” you walk back over and return the hitachi to it’s slot. She tries to protest but you take a ball gag and shove it in her mouth. As you make sure the straps have not come loose with all the movement you say “Now we’re still a couple of days out from our destination so settle in in and enjoy the ride.”