You plot a course back home

“Let’s get out of here,” you tell Elena.

You lean forward in the chair, and start plotting a course back home. Only to feel a gun pointed to your head.

You stop motionless.

“I don’t think so,” Elena says.

“What are you doing?” you ask, eyes wide open, your fingers clenched together in fear.

“I’m done with you calling the shots. From now on, this is my ship, and you are going to be my pet,” she explains.

“Elena, what are talking about?” you ask.

“I’m just looking at us now on a cost per effort perspective. And I could use a footstool,” she answers. “Alright, we were friends, yada-yada, but you lost all my respect by getting this ship and wanting to run back home.”

“We could use the ship to settle our score,” you answer.

“Yes, we could. But if the ship gets damaged, this is the only place we can fix it, because this is where the manufacturer is. Which means, that once we settle our debt, we would just bury our heads in the sand. And I don’t feel like it.”

“We almost got enslaved.”

“No, I am the one who almost got enslaved. You are still getting enslaved,” Elena corrects you. “But you know what? Even if I do get enslaved in the end, I will be enslaved by someone who can handle a woman. And not being tossed around by a worthless piece of shit like you.”

“But w-?” you ask, however you are interrupted in the middle of the sentence.

“No more questions. Lean forward, hands behind your back,” she demands.

You do as she commands, and you soon feel a pair of cuffs locked around your wrists. Next, a ballgag is strapped into your mouth. You receive a collar in your neck with a leash already attached to it. Then the leash is used to instruct you to the ground, and a pair of cuffs are locked around your ankles.

“Oh, and I found this thing,” Elena adds. You feel your hands pushed into some sort of fabric that completely engulfs them. You recognize them as **** mittens.

The next few minutes you spend on the floor, kneeling beside Elena, as she sits in the pilot’s chair, tearing through the database like a hyena. She soon stops on a planet called Helia IV, and your eyes quickly read through the description: It is the planet for those women who chose to embrace their dominant side instead of the submissive one. Which makes it an obvious destination.

The ship turns around and you enter FTL. Per the holo-screen, the route should only take a few hours.

You take a glance at Elena, and she also happens to be looking at you. She pinches your erect left nipple – even in this state, your body betrays you –, then she slips her index finger inside you, and starts moving it up and down.

“Mmmm...” you moan into the gag.

“You will make the perfect slut for me. You will see,” she looks at you expecting a nod. Which you do give to her. After that, she removes her index finger from your slit, presses your head onto her lap, and starts caressing your face with her lubricant covered hand.