Showing the Man How it's Done

It is child's play to to follow Dirk. Even if he wasn’t hauling around a tracking device, the man insists on loudly proclaiming his name and bounty at every opportunity. His one talent seems to be an impressively quick draw. He guns down two more sentients on his way back to his ship. The two heavily armed spacers wanted the slaves he was parading around and approached him with weapons drawn. Having three beautiful and chained ladies following you around will make you a target after all. Dirk repeats long winded explanation of who he was, which his assailants found quaint and made Bellextra ask what vermit actually was, before he blasted the weapons out of their hands, and then the heads off of their bodies. His skills are respectable, even if his intelligence is not.

Once he gets to his ship, Bellextra and yourself split ways briefly. His ship is an old TK-series freighter. Reliable, but it takes a while to warm up before leaving atmo so you’re not worried about him leaving with your toys. Besides, knowing your slaves, once they get over the initial shock, they will be eager for a new dicking from their new master. Something for which you will brutally punish them for, of course.

When you return, Bellextra is waiting for you by the hangar door. The door leads to an access gangway that connects to the ship's airlock. A massive duffel bag leans against her. “Damn girl. I’ve only been gone 15 minutes. How did you pack so fast?”

She shrugs. “It’s just my go kit.” It’s over 4 feet long and 2 feet wide. You could easily stuff your two slaves in there, which isn’t a bad idea. Putting them face to crotch would leave them **** but to wallow in the fumes of each other's arousal. The two sex kittens would be licking each others sodden pussies in seconds. “What about you?” she asks “A brief case?”

You hold up the container in question. It is the color of chrome and more guitar case than briefcase. It’s lighter than it looks, and covered with an intricate array of seems that suggests there is more than one way to open it. “Just a new toy I want to try out. Ready when you are.” A power gloved hand pulls the door off its hinges. When the pair of you reach the airlock, it’s your turn. After slicing into the ships systems, you remotely open the heavy door. His security isn’t the worst you’ve seen, but that is an incredibly low bar.

Once inside he’s not hard to find. Melodia drunken screams can be heard. “Harder! Pound me harder!”

“Tarnation, missy, what does it take to keep you happy?” He’s about to get a demonstration. Following the delicious sounds of sex, you two stalk into his ships brig.

“Oh, you sick fuck!” You scream as soon as you see what he’s done. Red fills your vision. You don’t remember lashing out with your whip and pulling him to the ground, or repeatedly striking him, yet when you come to your senses, he is at your feet with dozens of long red welts along his back, arms, and chest. You need a few deep breaths to recover.

“Damn,” Melodia says. “Mistress that was hot.”

“Get against the damn wall!” you shout. She recoils as if she was the one who was whipped rushes to the corner. She dutifully takes the slaves position, on her knees with her leg spread wide so that her box is on full display. Her hands interlock behind her head and she leans back so her hand-full sized breasts are prominent. “I’ll deal with you later,” you hiss, causing her to gulp.

Once you’ve recovered, you take in the room. It’s a pretty standard brig. As far as dungeons go, it has potential. There is enough space in the room to set up some equipment like a rack, and the cell doors are just bars, which give the place a nice ambience. Alexa and Sex Light are in a cell together, happily lapping at each others juices. Unbound. Which brings you back to Dirk here. “Not only did you untie my sex slaves,” Bellextra clears her throat which you ignore, “you had vanilla sex with Melodia. What. The. Fuck.”

“Oh my god, I am so sorry. Look-”

“I was right! It is a fake accent.” You silence Melodia with an artful strike to one breast.

“Ma’am, I just thought that I would have a casual quickie with my new **** and then go make this delivery and I would get paid and everything-”

“Shut up worm.” You bring the whip down. “I don’t want to hear a gods damned thing you have to say.” Bellextra obligingly shoves a dick gag down his mouth. Easily, she picks the man up by the throat and pins him against an empty cell door. He flails futility against the domineering alien but he is impotent before her. Literally. The poor bastard is so terrified, his dick has pulled a scared turtle. Muffled whimpers gurgle past his gag as each limb is locked to the jail bars. When Bellextra is finished, he hangs spread eagle, as limp as his dick. “Pathetic.” you say.

“I agree. He needs a special form of discipline. One appropriate to his failings.” Dirk tugs at his cuffs at that, while you stroke yourself in anticipation. Bellextra rummages around in her duffel before pulling out three chastity cages. Dirk’s wail of terror is ignored as she compares each of the cages against his dick. It’s a difficult task as Dirk is flailing wildly, and it’s not until she gives his nuts a solid slap that he holds still long enough. “Far Too large. Still too big. Ahh,” she holds up the smallest of the cages. “Perfect.” It is clear that Bellextra’s “perfect” is Dirks “three sizes too small.” Even you don’t think she’ll be able to shove his dick, which is not unimpressive, into such a minuscule cage. Nevertheless, you are **** to tip your proverbial hat when she scrunches his poor manhood inside.

With Dirk taken care of for now, you redirect your attention to the slaves. “Bellextra. I believe these sluts were enjoying themselves without permission. I can’t think of a single reason to show them any mercy. Can you?”

“None.” The two slaves, so eager a moment ago, seek companionship in fear as they cling to each other against the rear wall of the cell. In spite of their trembling forms, you can see the glint of excitement in their eyes, and you notice how they both stare at Bellextra’s sex, steadily raising past half mast. “Get out,” she commands, opening the door.

They crawl out on their knees and you whip them as they pass you. They take up the same position as Melodia on either side. A cascade of blows lash against them as they whimper and beg and plead for forgiveness that they know will never come. It’s not for nothing though. Your own arousal increases with the volume and desperation of their pleas and the stink of their sex fills the room. The whipping stops only when your panties are soaked through.

Bellextra was not idle while you worked. While you were whipping the slaves, she was organizing. A good domme will make a **** wait, wondering what’s next. Bellextra gave the slaves plenty to wonder about while you commenced with the first phase of their punishment. Neat columns of hardware, restraints, and sex toys are lined up on one end of the brig. That duffel bag did not disappoint. There are miles of rope, no less than fifty different types of gags, sex toys of every model, some truly sadistic implements of pain, and a fucking machine that looks like it’s powered by a tractor engine. You don’t even know how that last one fit inside the bag. “Well,” she says once your both finished. “Let’s see what you got.”

Neither one of you had any illusions about how this was going to go down. Each of you was going to try to out-domme the other, and she clearly thinks she’s one upped you. Bellextra’s smirk is well deserved. Her impressive arsenal of kink made for a fine opening salvo in this war of domination. But what she brought in quantity, you answered in quality.

Retrieving your case, you set it down in the middle of the floor. “Hmm, what to do? What to do?” you say as you tap your chin. “Why don’t you pick, I’m feeling indecisive. Do you want to fuck one of them in a pillory?” At the word “pillory,” the box comes to life. The latticework blooms and panels shift, fold, and telescope. One of the long flat sides sprouts up from the ground and rotates from horizontal to vertical as holes appear for the neck and wrist. In less than five seconds, a shiny metal stockade, complete with restraints for the feet has appeared in the middle of the room. Bellextra’s jaw hangs slack.

“No? What about a chair then? We can cuff their ankles to the back so their pussy and ass are nice and fuckable.” As you speak, the pillory shifts into a high back chair with cuffs on the arms and on either side of the head rest. “What about a pole? I really like the simplicity of tying an ungrateful fuckslut to a pole and then just crushing her holes. Good for whippings too.” Again, the device adjust at your voice. “Or, we could- What’s the matter Bellextra? Oh my.” A red hand hangs off of your shoulder. Bellextra’s knees shake as she cums from the excitement and anticipation this new toy brings.

“Where? Where did you get this?” Her voice is barely a whisper.

“It’s a custom model made by the guild master of the Teron IV artificers guild. He was very grateful when I chased down an errant guild member who had stolen some trade secrets. When I showed him how I had been keeping the bitch entertained, he was inspired to create this little contraption.” You pat her cheek fondly. “I understand the guild sells them now and they are very popular. If you’re ever in that system, look him up. Tell him Natalia sent you and you'll get a discount.”

“Thank you.” She shudders as the last of her jism spits out.

In the end, you decide Melodia is due for some dominatrix double teaming. In seconds, she is ass up and spread eagle in your portable dungeon; the optimum position for a fine ass rapieng. Her eyes plead for your cruel affections. However, it wouldn't do to ignore the other naughty slaves, so after securing the slut tight enough to leave her pussy gushing with frustration, the two of you leave the whimpering submissive helpless to deal with Alexa, Sex Light and Dirk.

The best way to punish a sensation whore like Alexa is to keep her in the dark, and Bellextra has just the thing. She puts a black ball on Alexa’s chest that immediately adheres to her skin. When prodded with a metal wand, it becomes liquid, and spreads all over her body. The skinny sex **** is startled at first, but accepts her fate like the good sex **** she is. Until it starts to cover her face. Alexa panics and tries to rub or pull it off, but it is useless. The material has already covered her hands, and all she manages to do is spread it faster. She is quickly covered in the black goo, that pulls her limbs to her side. Once locked their, the material molds so that her arms are seamlessly held to her sides. Her legs are locked together in a similar fashion leaving her stiff as a plank. The coating must be as thin as Leonan silk given how perfectly it shows off every feature. Her erect nipples erupt from her chest. When you pinch them, you can feel the texture of her aerolae.

“Is that Senagol technology?” you ask, your other hand sliding between the smooth labia.

“Inspired by it. It's nanobots in a liquid latex solution,” she replies proudly. “She can only hear, see, or feel what we let her. I’ve set it so that she is blind and deaf, and can barely feel.” You move your hand so she can put a vibrator against the mummified ****. The material obligingly wraps around it to hold it in place. “She’ll be able to feel the barest tingle, just enough to know what’s there, but won’t feel the vibrations in their entirety unless we allow it.” She smiles devilishly. “Or, we could change the settings. Make the material around her pussy permeable so we can push it through and penetrate her.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you match her sadistic grin. Alexa is left trapped in a void of denial. The only thing the vibrator stimulates is her imagination; hinting at the lusty tortures her fellow slaves will suffer.

Sex light is next. Bellextra is not gentle, pulling the **** up by the arm and cruelly twisting it behind her. She shoves the **** against the wall, holding her head there with her other hand. The voluptuous alien let's out a gasp as her mounds pancake against the flat surface. In spite of the clear pain the vicious hold puts her in, she moans greedily and strokes her mistress's cock as she’s pinned against the wall. Bellexta indulges her for a few moments before locking her in cuffs. Sex Light glitters with anticipation as she is dragged over towards Dirk and thrown to her knees before him. Tenderly, but still exerting clear control, Bellextra holds her by the neck so that she looks directly at his cock. “Tease him,” she says. “But do not allow him to cum. If he does, you will not.” In response, Sex Light makes her entire ass glow, revealing a stylized arrow that points right to her hole where a tramp stamp would be, and a list of things that have been shoved there on her left cheek. “Only if you behave.” With that, Bellextra leaves her on her knees before Dirk. Her forked tongue slithers along his caged member. The flesh that bulges against the bars of his chastiy is glistening with saliva for just a moment before Sex Light swallows the hole thing. Dirk screams into his gag, but Bellextra just turns her back on him.

While that was happening you changed clothes real quick. Normally, you don’t waste time with dominatrix outfits. It’s simpler just to fuck in the nude. But this seemed like a special occasion. You’ve donned a magnificent corset that comes up to your tits and pushes them up tastefully. Knee high boots with a good 5 inch heel help make up for the height difference between you and Bellextra. Later on, they will give Dirk something to lick after he's suffered enough. Much later on. Elbow length, one finger gloves complete your dress. The entire ensemble is made of dark Gracken leather; soft and supple, yet unyieldingly strong. Traits to aspire to.

You redirect your attention to Melodia, who is trembling with fear and excitement. The shifting dungeon holds her by her wrists and ankles with armatures that resemble a spider’s legs and end in pincer like cuffs. Too make it extra uncomfortable, almost all of her weight hangs from these points. A single band, no wider than your finger, wraps around her waist. It's not there to support her, but to ensure that her holes remain in the prime fucking position no matter how much she squirms. The base of the device is magnetically clamped to the floor, ensuring it won’t move. Which is good, because Melodia is about to take a pounding.

“Now,” you say grabbing her by the hair and pulling her back. She arches as much as she can and inhales sharply from the sudden strain. “Care to explain to me what you think you were doing when I came in?”

“Please mistress forgive me.” Her words come out in a rush. “It all happened so fast. You gave me to this man, and then he took me here and untied me. I was really confused about what was going on, then he started to talk about how much money he was going to make and go on and on about himself, which got really annoying after a while. So I decided I would shut him up by asking for sex, which I thought we should have been doing from the beginning. And he said that that sounded like a good idea since I was his property now and-”

You cut her off with a slap and then twist her nipple hard to emphasize this point. “You will always, always, be mine. I don’t care if I get eaten by carnagor, enslaved by the Syndicate, or I get bored of your ass and sell you to the Iollians. I own your fucking soul. Do you hear me?”

“Yes mistress,” she begs through gritted teeth. “I’m so sorry.”

“What are you?”

“I’m your ****.” Her words echo that fateful day when she stopped being your bounty and started being so much more. Your eyes are locked together with more **** than gravity itself. “My mistress.”

“What else?”

“I’m your property. I’m your bitch. I’m your toy.” Her breathing his heavy and voice needy. “Please, let me make it up to you.”

“Hmmm. Very well.” She gets a final titty twist before you release her. “Because I like you, I will allow you the opportunity to appease me. Fail, and you’re going to be a pain bitch for, oh I don’t know, a week?” Her eyes go wide with panic.

“A month,” suggests Bellextra. Melodia squeaks and tries to look over her shoulder at Bellextra. The red domme has circled behind Melodia and her massive ass splitter is positioned just between Melodia’s legs. She uses it to slap each of Melodia’s luscious cheeks. "That was very touching by the way."

“A month it is then.” Melodia opens her mouth to protest but you shush her with a finger against her lips. “Now, now. You have something better you can be doing with that pretty little mouth.” Standing tall, you push your sex against her as Bellextra lines up her first thrust.