A new escape chance

In the following days, Master starts teaching you how to walk, and your daily routines continue. The crew is very happy to have you as their ****. And you are very happy to do as your owners bid. Despite that, the chance of a successful escape is always there in some corner of your mind. And you keep yourself at the ready when time comes.

One of these days, you wake up for the occasional routine. You open your eyes, feeling the dildos inside you. You remain idle some time, struggling with your urges, then Master gives you breakfast in exchange for sucking his cock, washes you, and leads you out of the cargohold.

You find yourself led to the docking ramp instead of one of the cabins. You also note that Elena is left behind, and it is only Master and four other crewmembers who accompany you. You tense for these realizations. Perhaps this is the time when you will have your chance.

“We will get some drinks, pet,” Master says, and he gives you a good slap on your naked butt. The docking ramp is descended to the ground, and you are led down to a street 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 like a pet. You take nervous glances at the people walking next to you. Most of them are men. And they are smiling. Others are women, either dominants, looking for slaves, or submissives, who somehow evaded their capture. You can tell them apart by the look on their faces: Some of them are dreading your fate, while others think this is exactly what you deserve.

From the sidewalk it is the local pub you enter. Master quickly finds and empty desk for the crew. You are ordered under the table, and your ballgag is unlocked from your mouth. Master’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 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.

You go several rounds between the men, sucking each crewmember at least three times, as they drink one beer after the next, cheering and laughing like teenagers. Then the expected starts to happen, and one by one they collapse on the table, either asleep or rendered unable to act proper. It is a thing you never really understood with men. One beer becomes two beers, then five, ten, or however many they think they could handle. Even here, on a remote place, where anything could happen to them.

You glance down on your leash dangling idly from your neck. You take a glance at Master, just to double-check he is asleep, then you look around the pub. A lot of folks are looking at you alright. But you don’t think they would care, if you were to get up, and simply walk out of here.

So this is it. You think. This is your best chance to regain your freedom.