A Surprisingly Easy Escape

In response to your rebellion the ****-box sprouts punishment appendage to bring you back to heel, but you've gotten the barest hint of an orgasm; you won't be dissuaded easily. As a flogging arm appears to your right and a shock prod to your left, you duck to avoid their pincer ****. You roll onto your back to get a bit more distance, but this is only the precursor to your counterattack. Wrapping your legs around the shock prod, you're able to disable its attack, and with a twist of your body, you're able to pop the offender off of its joint. Luckily, the power cables remain connected, allowing you to quickly jam the still sparking tip into the flogger-arm and bring it down with the scream of overcharged servos.

Two more arms swing to life, one sprouting with a set of restraints and the other tipped with a dildo big enough to be a baton. You adopt a wide cat-like stance on all-fours and prepare for their ****. They're quick, but you're quicker. When the restraint device flies towards you, you jump it and pin it under your tits. It squirms and nips at them, but these teasing little love-bites only make you more determined. The dido-club proves a bit more elusive. Things are especially difficult because you're face down to tit smother the restraints. But the rubber cock only manages to get a few spanks in before you grab it. With limited options you wrestle it into your mouth, and tightly grab it with your lips (you've been trained to never use your teeth) while you claw at the arm. A few loosened bolts and snapped spars later, and the dildo is broken free with a jagged spike from where it was attached to the arm. The first target for your new shiv is the squirming armature beneath you which is quickly silenced by a few well placed stabs.

Using your dildo adorned scrap of metal like a pry bra, you begin to scrape your way out of your cell, disabling more punishment appendages as they attempt to stop your sex-spurred charge. Your ferocity makes it easy to tear through the machinery that's been tormenting you for so long. It's slow going, but you eventually break into a tunnel of sorts. It's only a gap between the ****-box's cells and other titanic machinery to allow them to change or traverse about as necessary. Fortunately, barely any of the various gears or pistons are moving currently, and there are no more discipline devices moving to stop you. Perhaps you're outside the ****-box's sensors.

It feels eerie being backstage like this, seeing the other side of the walls and machinery that controlled you so well for the past... weeks? months? You actually have no idea how long you've been in the Syndicate's training factory. A part of you wants to scurry back to your cell so things will be the way they're meant to be, but you push that feeling down. You need to cum.

You crawl forward with your dildo shiv gripped tightly between your lips. The swaying of your naked breasts causes desire to tingle up your spine. Yes, you're so sex-starved that even your jiggling titties feels like amazing foreplay, fuck. Or maybe it's being on all fours; you could really go for a good doggy-style dicking. One thing's for sure: you need to get this chastity belt off.

After a hard left, the tight crawlspace gives way to a chasm. Your stomach turns as you stare down and see slowly tumbling dungeons, like dragons in a volcano. Conveniently, a passing length of chain makes for an effective gondola car as you continue your search for a way to free yourself from chastity. You wrap yourself around the swaying steel rope (flinching a bit at its cold touch) and ride it with your scrap shiv still gripped in your mouth.

It's not the most pleasant ride (that would have involved a large cock and the word cowgirl) but the chain slowly takes you towards another tunnel between the industrial cubes. You swing off the chain when the narrow passage is within range. Crouching under the low ceiling of pistons, you creep forward encouraged by the sound of someone tapping a terminal. A sharp corner around one of the cuboids reveals the source. A mousey looking young tech is typing away with her back to you. She wears mechanics coveralls that hug her modest curves nicely. This is almost too easy.

You pounce, grabbing her from behind and wrapping your naked body around her. She mewls and stumblings deeper into your grasp. You jam your dildo halfway down her throat, in case she was planning on screaming, and because you wanted to see what she'd look like **** on a cock, which turns out to be quite sexy. The sides of her slender head are shaved to give her black hair a punky undercut, but her innocent face hampers any attempts she'd have at being badass, especially when her eyes widen to saucers at the sight of you in a mixture of surprise and admiration.

"Are you going to be good?" you whisper between nibbles on her ear and drag the saliva-wet dildo across her cheek. "Or bad?" With the jagged end off the dildo's base, you slice of the topmost button of her cover-alls, exposing the top of her small, but nonetheless beautiful, breasts.

"Y-you don't have to worry," she meekly stammers. "I'll go along with whatever you say."

"I wasn't worried," you corrected her, slicing off another button as punishment. "What is your name, ****?" Your left hand slides under her coveralls to reach her moist panties.

"Corris," she whimpers, "Jane Corris."

For her next punishment, you pinch her tender cunny through her panties hard enough to make her yip. "No, I think your name will be Honey Pussy," you inform her. The gentle aroma drifting up towards you tells you, you might be right. It makes you want to drop to your knees and start licking her right now, but there'll be time for that later, after you have her spread-eagle.

You slice off another button, just because you can. "Which way to the rest of Terrador station?"

"I-I don't know." There goes another button; she's running out of them. "Please, I just drop off supplies. My ship docks directly with the ****-box."

A ship! That'll do nicely. "Take me there," you order.

Honey Pussy does. You keep a tight grip on her, prodding her along with slaps from your dildo when necessary (or whenever you feel like it). Her ship isn't far at all. In fact, you still feel the oppressive nature of the ****-box around you as you pass through the twin airlock doors. The ship itself is rather dull and made from similar dark grey steel to the ****-box, but the view screen displaying that star speckled velvet curtain is all you care about.

It's small too, barely more than a shuttle. "This thing better have FTL," you inform your new toy as you tightly hogtie her with a bit of cable you found.

"My ship does ma'am."

You pick up a pair of bolt-cutters and leisurely settle into the pilot's chair. "It's not your ship anymore," you remind her.

With the bolt-cutters you make quick work of your chastity prison, and breathe a sigh of relief as air can once again kiss your pussy. Your fingers touch it soon after, as you contemplate where to go first. Maybe you could find some Gavleth raiders in the Tsala Belt. Your fingers circle your clit. Yes, it'd be nice to "meat" up with a couple of thick cocks. Or you could trawl the Nova Colonies for a new bounty to hunt. The sweet memories of chains clink in the back of your mind. You moan to yourself and bite down hard on your lip, letting the pain seep through you like a balm. As you imagine all the ways you can get fucked with your new freedom, your hand wildly rubs your clit, making pleasure ooze through your body.

In a matter of days, you could be bent over a pool table in a cheap bar with a cock in your cunt, or in your ass, or both. Maybe you won't even bother going to a bar, just strip naked in the next spaceport you reach and let yourself get gangbanged silly. Or you could visit a brothel and have some goddess of beauty tongue you right to the edge of delight over and over again. No, you need more. Dungeons, real dungeons, that's what you need. Full of degradation and debauchery, with doms artistically binding their subs by hand before slowly burrowing into their soul one whip lash at a time. You can practically hear the shifting of ropes and clinking of chains as a submissive slut lets her freedom slip away. Your other hand takes out your pent up frustrations on your tit, pinching then repeatedly slapping the nipple.

Bam! Hot bliss! Your orgasm hits you like a lightspeed crash into a stormy gas giant. Every nerve in your body shoots off a flare of delight and gratitude as you twitch and flex. The culmination of an eternity of teasing finally brought to its climax is truly magical. It takes a moment for you to remember what is up and down. You lounge in the pilot's seat and let your head lean back, a broad grin on your lips. Titfuck, that was amazing.

You want to do it again. You laugh with delight. Of course if you just start fiddling your clit again, it won't be nearly as intense, but a bit of foreplay first will fix that. Your thoughts turn to the petite woman you've recently hogtied. You imagine her squirming and whimpering, totally helpless. That'll be a good start.

Ropes, vulnerability, those thoughts are already starting to build desire in your loins. The only problem is you want to be the one filling the bindings dig into her wrists and ankles. That's alright, you decide. You'll just tie yourself up and squirm beside your new **** for a few minutes, an hour tops. Then, you'll start dominating her. She'll understand right? you can't be expected to give up submission cold turkey.

You glance over your shoulder eager for a glimpse of your bondage companion, but she's gone. Surprised, you instantly stand, and just manage to make it to your feet as a sheet of glass slams down in front of you. You're trapped.

With a hiss a thin gas enters your new cell. You slam your palm on the transparent wall, as your supposed captive steps out of the shadows a simple yet clearly smug smile on her face.