You wake up

The next day you wake up for an explosion. And you shudder. What's happening? you think to yourself, as you can hear the fire alarm go off. Blindfolded and bound, all you can do is wait, as you can hear numerous gunshots, both plasma and regular, mixed with the sounds of the droplets on the suits from the sprinkles above you.

"Don't do anything stupid, Coleton. You know why we are here for." At one point, the fighting stops, and you can hear the Caregiver's voice. Of course! They couldn't just leave the Princess, even if your mission was a failure. Instead, the Caregiver organized a rescue mission, personally led by him to avoid another screw up.

"And what if I just shoot your pretty head?" Mr. Coleton asks.

"Then the next day there will be another Caregiver, and you will be six feet under," he says emotionless.

For a moment, there is complete silence. The air particles growing heavier around you.

"Alright, you won," Mr. Coleton says finally. "You can take the Princess back."

"Excellent," the Caregiver answers.

You can hear a set of clamps unlocked, then the rubbery sounds of a suit's removal. You can also hear a slap, a violent one, followed by Mr. Coleton's gasp.

"Were it up to me, you would switch places with them for a millennia," you can hear a woman's voice. Presumably from the Princess.

"What about your agents?" Mr. Coleton asks.

"You can do with them as you see fit," the Caregiver answers. Without a thought, your body tenses. For a moment, you were hopeful. But you already knew that if you get enslaved once, there is no way out. "They are just a pair of freelancers who thought they are tough enough. This type never gets far, no matter the chances you give them."

"Actually, I would like to bring them home as my pets," you can hear the Princess say. Another twist in the roller coaster of emotions. "The last few weeks really spur up my dom side, and I have a bunch of ideas that I would like to exercise on a pair of fresh slaves. This might just save me a trip to the market."

"As you wish, Princess," the Caregiver answers. "We already told your father your location. He confirmed that one of his ships is set to arrive within the hour."

"How convenient," the Princess darts, then you can hear a leash attached to a collar, followed by a second one.

"Come on, pets." You are set free from your predicament, then you are led outside the complex. You keep going after her for about an hour, then you suddenly stop, your mind set to wonder what happened.

"I really don't get those people. Forcing people to be slaves. One either wants to be a ****, or not, that's all there is to it," she says. And suddenly, you become hopeful again. "So... That kinda leaves the situation for you two here."

"Mhm!!!" you grunt.

"Yes, I know, I know," she says, and she unlocks your ballgag. Alongside with your blindfold.

"So, I would actually be glad to take you in as my slaves. I have so much ideas, and actually I just sold my last **** to my best friend because they really started to have a connection. Not to mention that if I have to go to the market, it will take forever to find someone with those bodies of yours. But despite that, I'm a conscious owner. And I do give a choice to my would be servants. So, do you want to be my pets or not?"