You really want that prize

Your dreams are filled with visions of wealth and treasure. Federation exploration ships are the stuff of legend. They are rarely sent to unknown space, but they always change the course of known civilization. The current galactic economy only exists because of technologies acquired by Federation Explorers. They bring back new tech, new materials, and new ideas that inevitably revolutionize society. The Breaker’s engines only exist because an explorer ship made contact with an alien civilization that had better engines than any known species could make. No one knew that jump points were a thing until a Federation Explorer found one. This is not simple wealth, this is the power to change the cosmos.

You dream of yourself being the one to recover those treasures. You imagine yourself the queen of entire systems, wielding technology so advanced, it may as well be magic. An army of servants and slaves fulfill your every whim.

In your dreams you sit upon a golden throne, surrounded by nubile slaves. Every day they bring you a new toy to play with. You bind them, tease them, **** them, whatever catches your fancy. You want for nothing. Everything you ever wanted you have already taken and should you want something new, you simply take that too. Upstarts who oppose you are crushed under your vicious rule, for you are supreme.

When you awake your hand is at your snatch. The mere thought that kind of wealth and power that could be yours is arousing. Forget the Sirius Syndicate. No one knows you have this bitch. If it turns out that this tip doesn’t amount to anything, then you can just turn her in then. After a thorough punishment of course. With a grunt you throw off the covers and head to the dungeon.

When you arrive, you see your prisoner sleeping soundly, a puddle of drool leaking out her gag. You’re glad she’s a deep sleeper. It gives you time to clean up and prep the dungeon. You decide that for interrogation, the rack is the best option. With the press of a button a ready made **** rack rises out of the floor. While the dungeon only has a few pieces of equipment that could be considered comfortable, the rack makes you ache just looking at it. Like most bondage racks, it has winches at each corner attached to straps through which your prisoners hands and feet will go. Your rack lacks a smooth flat surface that your prisoner will be lie on, instead having simple cross rods inter spaced every six inches. Rather than distributing her weight across her entire back, the rods **** her weight on a few linear spaces, greatly increasing her discomfort. This is compounded by the fact that there are no rods south of where her waist will rest, just an open space that gives you free reign of all her nether regions. You do not use this rack to fuck bitches (although any bitch who finds themselves in it is literally and figuratively fucked), you use it to **** bitches.

Before waking her you blindfold her. She seems pretty submissive, but even a broken bitch would struggle if she knew what was coming. She starts to wake as you unchain her and struggles for a moment when she realizes she can’t see. “Shhh” you say to her. “I have some questions for you, and your going to answer them, but first let’s get you situated.”

You strap her into the rack. She is confused and remains that way until you manage to get all of her limbs strapped in. You start with her legs after removing her spreader bar, and then attach the rack restraints after removing her handcuffs. Last to go are her elbow cuffs. You then push a button and let the winch take care of the rest.

Within five seconds she is spread eagle and you take another moment to admire her perfect form. Gagged and blindfolded, she is completely dependent on her sense of touch and hearing to interpret the world around her. Exploiting that is the natural way to start off. Having never bothered to put on clothes (Why? You’re in an enclosed space ship with bondage fucktoy who you were going to fuck one way or another) your feet make barely a sound as you circle the rack like a shark around chum. Ever so softly, you drag a single finger along her side and up her breast, circling her nipple before removing it. She shudders. You are amazed at how firm her breasts are. You’re confident that they are natural, but you are shocked at how well they retain their form with her on her back.

Silently you turn away from her, leaving her with nothing more than that single touch. For now. On the wall is a console that allows you to access the ship’s computer. You pull up her ship’s logs and try to find clues while at the same time giving her plenty of time to stew. The ships logs are uninformative. It looks like Melodia purchased this ship from a business called Sam’s Used Shuttles right before you caught up with her, up so you can’t trace a hyperspace route back to her prize. Her communication records may have something though. She had a good deal of communication with someone named, Bellextra. Most of these messages are the two of them arranging meetings. Almost all of them are cancelled because Melodia couldn’t get transport to meet this Bellextra. For her part Bellextra seemed to consider words more valuable than the stars themselves. Half her replies are simply “Fine.” Even when Melodia finally confirms that she has a ship and is on her way to meet her, all she has to say is “good.” The messages make no mention of the explorer ship or where they were meeting. Well, it’s a decent enough place to start, you think to yourself.

You took your time with the review, not just for the sake of being thorough, but to give Melodia time to stew. The ache in both her limbs and her back have been the only stimuli she’s had for a good half hour, and with her sight cut off, thirty minutes can seem an eternity. “Melodia Sarmack,” you say, breaking the silence.

Melodia jumps on the rack as if you struck her. She had no way of knowing if you had left her or if you would come back. The sudden interjection of your voice into the void that was her world was deafening. She immediately begins struggling and mewling. “Stop,” you command, and she does so instantly. Her instant obedience makes you smile. You reach behind her head and release her gag. As soon as you pull out the panties she immediately begins begging.

“Please ma’am, I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. The Explorer is-AHH!”

You twist her nipple. It’s hard enough to cut glass and you are confident it’s not because the dungeon is cold. “You clearly forgot what I told you last night.” You continue to work her nipple. “When I want to hear you talk, I will tell you what I want to hear. While your enthusiasm is commendable, you will put obedience first.” You emphasize the last sentence with a tug.”

“Nghh, Yes ma’am.”

“First, tell me how you learned of this Explorer.”

“I was on a Syndicate ship that was making an exchange with a local cartel. I’m pretty sure we were trading slaves for Taloc spice but the captain didn’t give the lower ranks the details because there were addicts on board.” You begin to play with her pussy, both to keep her off guard and because it was fun. “Mmmh, The deal was set to go down on the edge of known space. Far away from the Feds. Except the Feds showed up. Our ships were docked above a remote planet. We just called it Hellno because it was a really fucked up place where no one would normally want to go. But it was neutral ground, so us and the cartel agreed to meet there. We docked in orbit over the only habitable planet and the deal went well.” You punish her for taking too long with a harsh pinch of her clit. “Ahh! That’s when the fed ship appeared.” You rub her pussy faster than before. “Mmmh. It fucked up it’s hyperspace exit. It had damaged engines and we soon figured out why. Three other ships followed it and they were blasting it to hell. The Fed Explorer went down on Hellno while we watched.”

“Who sent the other ships?” you ask with your fingers ready to administer more pain or pleasure as necessary.”

“I don’t know. They were unknown aliens.” She feels your fingers ready to hurt her. “Please, I don’t know. They were from beyond known space. None of us had ever seen anything like them before.” She attempts to recoil from your hands. You tap your remote and the rack tightens a little bit. Melodia groans.

“Next.” you command.

“After the explorer entered atmo, the aliens left without a word. Our captain and their captain both tried to claim the wreck for themselves.” You reward her obedience with slow steady strokes. “A firefight broke out. Only two of us made it out. we escaped on a shuttle and headed back to Syndicate Space.”

“Does the Syndicate know about this.”

A pause. You take it as an opportunity to grab a flogger and bring it down on her stomach. Hard.

“Fuck! Yes, the other guy told them.”

You probably should have figured that the syndicate knew what Melodia knew given that they put a bounty on her. Crap. If the syndicate knows about this, then that’s the ball game. “So this is a waste of time then? There is no reason that I shouldn’t turn you over to the Syndicate?” you strike her again with the flogger.

“No. Wait.” she says. “The planet has a weird ass magnetic field. It’s part of the reason it was never settled. It fucks with sensors and radio waves, making a search hard. To top it off, the native life forms are vicious. Unless you where to look, you have to search through a jungle of super predators.”

“And you know where to look?”

“Yes. I launched a transponder from the shuttle. If you ping it with a transmitter, the transponder will respond. The other guy I escaped with doesn't know the frequency. It's why the syndicate wants me.”

“You said this planet messed with transmissions, you stupid fucking bitch!” Every word is emphasized with a strike from the flogger.

“Shit! It does, I didn’t lie to you ma’am!” she screams. “You need a high powered transmitter modified to cut through magnetic interference.”

You do not relent. “Oh really?” you ask. “You have one lying around do you?”

“No ma’am. But I know someone.”

“Who?” you ask. You grab a shock stick and give her a good prod, right above her clit.

“FUUUCK! Please ma’am, I’ll help you get one.”

“I don’t believe you bitch. You’ve demonstrated that you’re not good at this.” You continue your ****. “Tell me who can get me this equipment and I’ll stop.” Melodia writhes and squirms, but remains silent. More shocks, more strikes, another stretch with the rack. Nothing.

Perhaps a change of tactics. But first, you want an orgasm. You take out a dildo gag and shove it in her mouth. This one is double sided, so that a faux penis is filling her while another rises out of her face for you to fuck. Positioning yourself over her, you gently slide yourself down. “Mmmh. Perfect fit.” You remove her blindfold so you can look into her eyes. There’s a lot in those eyes. Arousal, desperation, the right hint of fear, a healthy dose of begging. She is going to break. It's just going to be after you got your rocks off. You grab her hair with one hand and rub your nipples with the other. Gently at first you grind her face, slowly pulling and pushing on her hair so that she fucks you with the gag. She doesn’t need much encouragement. Gradually, you increase the speed. Your throaty moans betray a building orgasm. You hold it in: you have a plan for it. As you approach climax, you reach for a vibrating egg. Rising from dildo gag, strings of vaginal fluid dripping from you cunt, you apply the egg to your clit. You almost lose yourself right there but you hold back your climax. Just a moment longer you think. With one hand attending to the egg the other reaches behind and unbuckle her gag, difficult to do one handed, especially when you are otherwise occupied. Discarding it you command your prisoner to keep her mouth open. She looks at you with pleading eyes, but obeys. Pushing the vibrator against your clit, you release. Jism sprays all across her face and into her open mouth but you barely even notice. Screaming your triumph to the world you wiggle the vibrator across your clit until you finish.

After giving yourself a moment to recover lean in close to the sub. “This is your last chance before things get really bad for you.” your lips are only an inch away from her ear. “Who do you know who can get me the transmitter?”

“Please, I don’t want to betray anyone.”

You’re genuinely taken aback. In spite of yourself and her current position, you feel a genuine respect for Melodia. Sure, she’s being really naive right now and it’s about to cost her, but defiance in the face of **** is something that many boast about until tortured. “Melodia” you say as you ball-gag her, “I’m impressed. It won’t save you from what happens next, but I do respect you, just a little bit. I promise you whoever this person is, they won’t blame you for selling them out after they find out what I do to you.”

Melodia’s eyes widen with fear.