A proper incentive

The next day Melodia intercepts you at breakfast. “Hey! How you doing, mistress? Is everything alright? I haven't seen much of you since you came back.”

“Never better. Haven’t felt this good in months. It’s amazing what a good lay will do for you.”

“Oh... ” There is no follow up as you wolf down your synth eggs.

“Is there something else Melodia? I’m about to get started on another rousing round of Bellextra breaking. Want to come?”

“Yes!” She quickly clears her throat. “Uh, yes mistress, I would like that very much.”

From nowhere you produce a crop and strike her across her nude nipple. “It was a rhetorical question ****.”

She licks her lips. “Yes ma’am.”

Like a dutiful puppy she follows you down the hall. Unusually for Melodia, she wears none of her revealing outfits of mysterious provenience. She is simply nude save for her collar. Idly you wonder if she had that when you returned from your mission. It would have been just like her to figure out how to remove it. You shrug. Surely if she figured out how to take it off, she wouldn't have put it back on.

The dungeon doors easily slide open at your approach revealing a delightful sight. Bellextra’s mummified form hangs from the ceiling, only her tits, ass and cock exposed while the rest of her is shrouded underneath latex webbing. Alexa kneels before the kinky cocoon, licking, kissing and sucking the love stick, her hands behind her back in simple collar cuffs. The soft sounds of her tender teasing echo off the dungeon's walls. You walk up and inspect her handiwork leaving Melodia standing at the door.

“Not bad Alexa. She’s still not as hard as I would have liked, but i think a quick flogging will fix that.” Bellextra whimpers as you give her nuts a quick squeeze.

“Thank youugh!” Her platitudes are cut off as you shove her back onto the cock.

“And how are you doing this morning?” You crop Bellextra’s exposed tit. “Or is it night? On this planet who can tell the difference.” You whip the other one, much to Bellextra’s chagrin. Idly you inspect your two slaves, taking a moment to yank the strap running from Alexa's cuffs to the collar. She moans softly as her arms are pulled up. Bellextra wiggles in a silly attempt to get away as you run your hands down her bound form, wetting your appetite.

The whole time Melodia just stands there. Staring. You can practically hear her salivate as you tease, tickle and torment her two **** sisters. Finally, after you slide your finger up Bellextra’s backdoor, she speaks up. “Miss, may I help?”

“So glad you asked.” Bellextra squeals as you rip your finger out of her ass socket. “Throne.” The dungeon AI, far more obedient than any **** you have ever trained wordlessly obeys and a luxurious chair, completely at odds with the austere and featureless walls of the chamber, rises from the floor just in time for you to elegantly fall into its deep cushions. On the arm rest, as though it was waiting for you, lies a single datapad. “Alexa.” She’s not as quick as the dungeon, but she still rushes to please and kneels before you making an appropriate foot stool. You luxuriate as you boot up the pad.

“Melodia, if you were to characterize my accomplishments since we’ve met, how would you go about it?”

She thinks for a moment. “Well, you enslaved me,” a smile creeps along her lips, “discovered the existence of hidden treasure, scoured the galaxy, rescued Alexa from a fate worse than ****-” Alexa seems as though she might take issue with that statement, but wisely keeps her mouth shut. Given that you are using her as a piece of furniture, you let it slide. “-fought the most fearsome pirate in the seven civilized sectors, and enslaved one of the most viciously kinky species ever to terrorize the space lanes. So pretty magnificent mistress.”

You clap your hands together. “Oh Melodia. So flattering to your mistress. Come here, sit in my lap.” She eagerly obeys, vaulting over Alexa and landing in your lap with all the grace of a Masterian bulldog. She cuddles and coos as you hold her close, enjoying the smoothness of her skin and the warmth of her smile. You let the feeling last. Just because you’re dragging it out for dramatic reasons, doesn’t mean you can’t live in a perfect moment.

“It's a shame you’re wrong.”

Wisely she freezes. “Mistress?”

“Well, its not magnificent. Sure I defeated Malicous Mal, but that will probably cause me more grief than it was worth. The Syndicate won’t remember me fondly for what I did. And Bellextra? Phffish. I could have enslaved her any time I wanted.”

From her suspended bondage, Bellextra makes what you can only assume is a well reasoned and articulated counterargument to your statement through her gag. In return, you offer a retort via repeated use of the shock feature in her cock ring. The defeated woman's pathetic mumbles take on higher tones as the shocks awaken primal desperation in her, but she continues to deny the facts. As much as you would love continuing the debate, you really need to finish your talk with Melodia, so you deploy the same silencing hood you used when hungover. You’ll finish explaining to Bellextra her inferiority and inevitable slavery after your through with Melodia.

“Where was I? Oh yes. Your currently-incorrect assessment of my venture.”

“Currently-incorrect?” She takes a moment, rolling the words around on her tongue, seeing how they taste. “Did you just make that up?”

“Of course I did, spontaneity is part of my brilliance and charm.” You hand her the datapad. “You see, I haven’t actually gained anything from this venture that I wouldn’t have achieved without undertaking it.” Hearing Bellextra’s protest in your minds-ear, you decide to give her a few more shocks. She writhes impotently in her helplessness. “The Explorator didn’t have anything I could take with me and it was so smashed, I don’t think you could even get meaningful salvage out of her. The only way I’ll come out truly ahead is if there is something on this datpad,” you tap it helpfully, “that will make this trip worth it. Which is where you come in.”

Melodia’s danger sense is palpable. Were she a porcupine, there would be shaking quills. A squid, there would be ink. A bunny girl-well, if she were a bunny girl she would meet the same fate as every other bunny girl who has ever walked into this dungeon, and you’ve already enslaved her, so that’s a moot point. “Me?”

“Yes you, silly!” You playfully swat her bottom. “You're going to find out what's on this datapad. I tried to access it while I was seeing how much cum I could **** milk out of Bellextra in one hour, but it’s encrypted, and I was distracted. I need someone who can break that code and you’re the most creative and clever person I know so I thought, ‘Why not make Melodia do this?’”

“You did?” She almost drops the pad, fumbling to catch it before it hits the floor. "You really think I'm clever?"

“Well of course! For one thing your ability to hide outfits. If we ever go into the smuggling business I’m putting you in charge.”

She beams and throws her arms around you. “Oh Mistress!”

You allow your **** to adore you, as is proper. After a few minutes of letting her kiss your neck and feeling up her bum you say, “Now, if I were you, I would get started.”

“Of course mistress! I won’t let you down!” She jumps up with the datapad.

“Oh I know. Because every night, or at least whatever time cycle we choose to describe as night on this gods forsaken planet, I’m going to strap you up to denial vibrators.”

Her face pales. “Mistress?”

“With a holovid playing of all the things I did to Bellextra during the day. Again with the understanding that the day/night cycle on this planet is somewhat arbitrary and may be extended or shortened by me. At any time.” She gulps. You stand and grab her by the chin. “On the other hand,” you **** her to stare at Bellextra’s cock, still twitching from the repeated shocks, “If you succeed-When you succeed. You get to play with that.” You release your grip, which might have been a mistake, because she doesn’t turn her eyes away. “Melodia.”

“Yah,'' she continues to stare slackjawed.

“Melodia!”

“Yes!” she stands at abrupt attention. “Yes Ma’am! I’ll decrypt this posthaste!”

“I don’t think you know what that means.”

“You’re right but I won’t let that stop me!

“That’s my girl.”