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Noticing that your ****’s arms are trembling, you take some small pity on her. “It’s important to know a slaves limits and give them thee opportunity to change position,” you say almost conversationally to Melodia. Four more robotic arms are activated that latch onto Alexa’s arms. They **** her limbs under her torso and lock together at the wrists and elbows. Her legs also relocate. Rather than the splits, the arms fold her ankles to her thighs, and pull the legs up and. It’s excruciatingly tight, but now her weight is being supported by her restraints as opposed to her weary arms and her legs are in a more relaxed and natural position. .

“Thank you mistress. I’ll-Hrruglch!”

“Shut up,” you say as you ram the double ended dildoe in her mouth. Turning to Melodia you say, “Now, in honor of your first dogfight victory, I want to give you something special.” You lay the strap-on, your strap-on, your bitch tamer on the floor. Melodia looks at you confused. “Go on, step into it.” Hesitantly she puts one leg through the strap, and then the other. She is still bound by the chestless straight jacket (she’s still your ****; she stays restrained), so you pull it up for her. You make sure the built in clit stimulator and interior vibrator are properly positioned. “Today, you flew the Breaker like a badass, and if there’s one thing all badasses have in common, it's that they fuck bitches.” You gesture to Alexa. “Melodia, fuck this worthless cunt.”

Crude language aside, she looks like she might tear up. With a quick sniff she nods and turns a quickly to her unlucky compatriot. You're not sure if she doesn't want you to see her cry or if she's really eager to be on the giving end of a bound fuck for once. I suppose they're not mutually exclusive. Alexa’s eyes go wide as she sees what Melodia is about to **** in her. Previous exhaustion immediately forgotten, her muscles bulge around the clamps as she tries to evade her fate. The defiance only earns her prod from a shock stick.

The tip rubs against Alexa’s lips. Melodia slowly drags it up and down, savoring her the moment. You continue to shock Alexa as Melodia teases her. The bottom bitch whimpers at the combination of pain and pleasure. “Don’t play with your food Melodia.” She grins around her ring gag and shoves it home causing Alexa to squeal. There’s no need to lube it. Alexa’s previous treatment has left her wet as only a true slut can be and the strap-on easily moves in and out. Melodia starts out with slow easy strokes, but you have none of that. “Faster,” you command. When she doesn’t increase her speed enough, you encourage her with the cattle prod. “Fuck this bitch like you hate her. I want to see that dick go as deep and as fast as it will go.” A few more zaps and Melodia has adopted the correct level of vigor, and Alexa is screaming around the dildo. You redirect your attention to Alexa.

“Now, I believe we still have the outstanding issue of your failure to make your mistress cum.” She tries to maintain eye contact, but the pounding Melodia is giving her makes her head shake back and forth like a bobblehead. “Given your inadequacies as a **** girl, I’ve given you a little assistance.” For emphasis, you push the dildo a little deeper into the back of her throat before releasing. You pause for a moment, before giving her a shock. “What do you say ****?”

“‘An’ oouh”

“You’re welcome.” You give her another shock for emphasis. “Now shut up and get to work.” You make sure that Melodia gets a nice view of your shapely hiney as you slide down the dildo emerging from Alexa’s mouth. Alexa is clearly going to be a bit of a discipline case so you want to focus your attention on her. But you know Melodia is watching.

The wiggling of the dildo as Melodia fucks the **** produces a relaxed sigh as you feel it churning in your pussy. “Move it up and down Alexa. If your mistress has to do the work, this will be very unpleasant for you.”

“Mmmmh!” Her head immediately begins bobbing up and down. One hand teases your nipples, providing that tender, almost electric stimulation in your chest as the dildo pumps in and out. Each rib on the dildo rubbing your inside, filling you up. Hmmmmmh, we could do better.

“Deeper ****.” Her head moves farther back and then pushes up. It’s good, but not good enough. “I said deeper. Do you want me to do the work?” panic fills her eyes as she shakes her head. As good as it feels to have her wiggle the dildo like that Alexa just can’t reliably deliver. There are times when she can put the toy right where it needs to go, but other times, she misses the mark. “Disappointing," you finally say. "And unfortunate for you.” You reach down and pull her up by the hair. Hard.

“Uhhhhhhnn!” you say as she finally fills you. You grind furiously as both of your hands to jackhammer her face into your cunt. Each thrust fills you as the dildo’s ribbing slides up and down, up and down along the inner walls of your pussy. “Yes, yes, yes, yes! Oh that’s what I needed.” She gurgles as the dildoe is **** deeper into her throat. “What’s the matter, having trouble breathing? Tough shit.” You pull her up as you bend your knees, blocking off her throat with the artificial cock and rubbing the opposite tip against your g-spot. You moan with pleasure as your **** chokes.

“You never answered my question about why you were here, did you ****? I didn’t save you from a life as a vegetable so that you could have fun in my dungeon. You’re here for me, my fun, my pleasure.” Lifting your legs gives her a moment to breathe, before you smother her again with your pussy. "I brought you here so that you could make me squirt." It’s too much for Alexa. Her cry is greatly distorted between the cock and your pussy, but it is distinctly the cry of a tortured slavegirl releasing her pleasure.

You spare a glance over your shoulder and are not surprised to see that she is squirting all over Melodia's groin. “This is what I’m talking about. You’re a selfish slavegirl, too focused on her own pleasure and not on her mistresses. Should I keep you from cumming? I can do that you know? Ask Melodia how good that feels. Getting hornier and hornier while I fuck you but unable to get the satisfaction that you crave. Each moment more **** than the last. Is that what you want ****?”

That motivates her. With reserves of strength you didn’t know she had she starts jerking her head back and forth. Up and down the dildo moves into you. Periodically you roughly shake her head by the hair to mix it up a little, but for the most part she is doing well. Quite well.

With your **** finally finding her rhythm, you relax. With each thrust, a burst of pleasure radiates through your thighs. Where before there was an uneven series of pushes, now there's a steady tempo of deep, satisfying thrusts. Each one filling you, each one satisfying you. Finally.

With a sigh you **** yourself all the way down and release. Your jism sprays around the artificial cock and all over her face. You scream out your orgasm as you grind into her face, both hands firmly holding her by the hair.

You take a moment to recover before releasing her. Removing the double sided dildoe, you flip it so that the part that is covered in your juices is in her mouth. Melodia is still pounding her relentlessly. “Knees Melodia.” She looks at you reluctantly but obeys. Feminine fluids drip from her strap on and down her legs. Unless you miss your mark, it looks like Melodia got a few orgasms of her own during the night. “Good girl. Clean your mistress.”

She smiles around her gag before getting to work. Quickly your legs are clean and Melodia has moved on to your pussy. With expertise that Alexa clearly lacks, she caresses your clit with her tongue. In a minute, she’s moved it inside your pussy. It only takes her five minutes to make you cum again.

You give her a pat on the head before returning to Alexa. “That is what you need to learn how to do. Until you can, you’re worthless to me.” She nods, the dildo flopping back and forth as she does so. “Every day you can’t do that, is a day that I will spend punishing you. Fortunately, you seem to get off on pain.” Another floppy nod. That at least gets a laugh out of you. “I suppose it’s good for both of us that I get off on inflicting pain.” You yawn. “Well I’m beat. Time to get you girls settled in for the night. We hit Hellno tomorrow.”

You remove Melodia’s restraints and shove her into the coffin like auto mummifier without warning. Her confused struggles are made all the more sexy when they kick off the devices resistance sensors. The robotic arms incorporated into the machine immediately become more aggressive. They lock her arms to her side and apply spinning whips and shocks to her tender flesh. Meanwhile, a breathable adhesive tape dispenser begins spinning around her feet, slowly working its way up the orange haired submissive's body.

Melodia's deliberate encasement make a pleasant backdrop as you go to work on Alexa. Given her unsatisfactory performance, Alexa gets a more harsh sleeping arrangement. In fact, it’s very unlikely she’ll get any sleep at all. Locking her arms into a boxtie, you mount her on a pole with both a vibartor and butplug mounted on top. After Alexa lowers herself onto the oversized phalluses, you prevent her from rising with a spreader bar that locks to the base of the pole. So that she doesn't lose her balance, you tie her hair to the ceiling with a long rope. As a final addition, you program a dildo mounted robotic arm to face fuck throughout the night. She seemed to enjoy **** on cock so much, it seemed like a nice touch.

By the time you've finished with Alexa, Melodia is wrapped head to toe in medical tape. Well, not quite head to toe. Her breasts, ass, and pussy are all exposed. Tiny red marks criss cross her breast and her bum is a healthy shade of red; souvenirs from the auto mummifies pacification system. You accessorize them accordingly with a nipple chain and pair of silicon dicks.

“Alright girls. I’ll see you tomorrow. We should have just enough time for quickie before we make planetfall.”