Caged with Captivating Kyra

The ship was underway, he could feel the wooden vessel roll and pitch in the sea, the timbers creaking slightly. He had never been on a sea-going ship, the only ships he had ever travelled on spanned the stars in silent gleaming efficiency, leaping multiple light-years in a single day. He hadn't been trapped in a female ****'s body either on those uneventful voyages, a detestable penis-shaped plug **** down his accommodating throat, a strange metal contraption locked around his hips and groin to supposedly preserve his supposed chastity -- what sort of perverted maniac had had originally come up with that idea? he wondered distantly as he looked around the dimly-lit hold of the ship, staring out through the wooden bars of the cage-like cell he had been abruptly deposited in after the shore party had come on board.

There had been a delay on the beach, the crewmen who manned the oars on the ship's boat had refused to push off before the other **** girl, Kyra had serviced them all to their satisfaction. Luke's impatience was to no avail and the other man, Gord simply shook his head when it was suggested he hurry things along, perhaps using that whip on the girl to interrupt her amorous activities. Gord's laconic reply was to the effect that Kyra was just being Kyra and whipping her would only make things worse. Rene had blinked at that, did this Kyra woman actually like being whipped, being hurt? He couldn't imagine enjoying pain himself, he feared being beaten in this soft body which, he was certain, would not cope with such discomfort very well. He was a man inside of course -- Major Rene Narcisco had been injured more than once in his active career but the Confederation combat mods implanted in his male body included voluntary pain control, accelerated healing and a host of other options that weren't present in his current Bendari **** body, this soft 'toy'. If he was whipped now he wouldn't be able to suppress the pain or even turn it off entirely, he'd just have to endure it and suffer.

He tugged desultorily at the leather cuffs holding his wrists to the wall behind him a shoulder-width apart but they were buckled up tightly, there was no play in them or any chance for him to slip their embrace. If his mouth was not gagged, he thought morosely, he might have been able to use his teeth to undo the buckles and free himself but... he swallowed, feeling those odd muscles in his throat work against the rubbery surface of the long plug gagging him so effectively. He had a good idea what that particular set of body modifications were intended for, this body was after all meant to provide sexual satisfaction to its male owner but it would be him that would be expected to utilise those muscles to provide pleasure to another man. Assuming he and Luke he couldn't achieve their mission aims quickly it was likely he'd be put to use as the **** he was, for all intents and purposes, here on Acteon.

He shook his head, feeling the plug gag move slightly in his mouth and throat, providing an odd and disturbingly pleasant stimulation. He had accepted the possibility of being used sexually as a female **** when he took the mission, he had read reports from other agents, male and female who had spent time in **** bodies here on Acteon but reading about their experiences in the comfort of his spaceship's well-appointed quarters with a cup of cafee to hand and experiencing the dark reality first-hand secured in this cage, well... The final report summary described a number of missions where the downloaded agents didn't come back. They had gone missing somewhere on this primitive planet, given up for dead but perhaps in reality left trapped in Acteonese bodies and unable to return to their true bodies. At least for this mission Luke had their recall beacon, they could be returned to their true bodies on board the cloaked ship orbiting this planet instantly but those agents reported as lost had had such beacons too, what had happened to them? If Luke's beacon got lost or damaged then... he swallowed again, a shiver of trepidation running up his spine.

There was a sudden clatter, he looked up and saw a shadowed figure open the cage door and enter. He blinked, the light was dim, who was it... Kyra! it was the **** Kyra, the one who had groped him at the **** post at the beach, the one Gord had called a she-devil. She smiled, a predatory smile, then turned and he heard the snap! of a padlock. She had locked the cage door behind her! She turned again and held up a small metal sliver, the key to the lock which she then tossed into a corner of the cage.

"That's just so we don't get disturbed, my pretty little bird." she said in her sultry voice. It took a moment for Rene to realise that, shockingly, impossibly, she had said those words in Confederation Basic!