You follow him

Without hesitation, you follow him, and he leads you out of the cargo hold. Once you stop, you find yourself at the docking ramp. With four other crew members to accompany you. Strange. In earlier times you would look upon this situation as a possible chance to escape. But by now you spent too much time as a **** to seriously entertain such idea.

"We will get some drinks, pet," Neil says. The docking ramp is descended to the ground, and you find yourself at the edge of a smallish town, in what seems like one of the more remote planets in the sector.

The pirates head towards the center of the town, leading you by your leash. It is not the first time that you were lead publicly. And thus you ignore the faces of the people as they walk past you. Often with a smile as they would very much like to be in the place of your owner. Or perhaps you.

From the sidewalk it is the local pub you enter. Neil quickly finds and empty desk for the crew. You are ordered under the table, and your ballgag is unlocked from your mouth. Neil's cock is soon presented to you, and you obediently start sucking it, not minding the people around you. After merely a minute you get him to the edge, and you receive his load down your throat. Naturally, you go to the second cock, then the third one, all the while the waitress fetches you some beer, and the crew starts drinking from the cups. To your surprise, you are also offered a couple sips, as the crew cheers, pats you, and pinches you, treating you like the **** you are. And perhaps the **** you deserve to be.

At one point you can hear someone approaching the group. You look up, a cock still in your mouth, and you recognize it is a woman. Tall, blonde, wearing a white ruanite outfit, a large black leather bag on her shoulder.

"Hi Suzy," Neil says. He and the crew shaking hands with her.

"Call me Suzy again, and you will spend the rest of your life in a cock cage," the woman answers.

"Okay, Suzy!" Neil says, accompanied by a laugh. "What do you have for us?"

The woman sits down, and she takes one of the beers from a random crew member. In the meantime, the man you are currently sucking off comes in your mouth, and you are guided to another cock. But you still recognize that something is placed on the table. And that someone takes it.

"Nova Core freighter, passing by Ranak II without an escort. Ripe for the taking," Suzy says.

"A Nova Core ship? Without an escort?" Neil says. You imagine with a frown. "Man, this war is getting dire for these guys."

The word war ticks off a box in your head. But you don't have to search for long. It was about three months ago that you heard that the zetans launched an all out invasion on the Coalition, going all the way to New Terra, and actually taking it. But after that they couldn't get further. Ships pulled up from all corners of the Coalition in preparation for a massive counter push.

"Making our lives all the better," the woman says.

"Alright: I bite," Neil says, and takes a sip from his beer. "What's the payment?"

"Twenty for the job. Fifty more if most of the cargo is intact," Suzy says.

"Nice," Neil answers. You imagine with a smile. "Any chance I'm getting some advance payment?"

You can hear a bag dingling as it exchanges hands. A whistle to follow from your owner.

"Two grand up front. Not bad. Not bad at all," he says. "I accept."

"Glad to hear it," Suzy answers. Then you are surprised as she looks down to you under the table.

"Looks like your little pet is doing well too," she says smiling, a hand caressing your face.

"Wanna switch places with her?" Neil laughs. "Bet she wouldn't mind if she were to become your big sister."

"I will pass," Suzy answers. "Anyways. If you forgive me, I have to go. Lots of jobs to assign to lots of people."

"Oh, come on! I'm just joking here," Neil says.

But Suzy walks out. And you keep sucking cocks as ordered.

The pirates keep drinking until midnight. After that they return to the ship, where you get dinner through a dildo and you are locked back in your cage.

Looks like tomorrow there will be some action, you think to yourself. A bit envious of your smuggling years. Then you finally start to sleep, hoping that tomorrow will truly be a special one.