She doesn't have a choice does she?

The trapdoor drops you into a small little holding tube to keep you in your place. Normally you would have ways to escape, but you DID owe Finn one and if you are being honest with yourself, you are horny from seeing the Luxvan Ponygirl writhing in denial before enjoying her endless orgasms.

The tube begins to fill with a sweet smelling gas which you recognize as AF-2 (from personal use of course), a very powerful aphrodisiac and mild sedative that is regularly used by the Syndicate to restrain more defiant slaves. You sigh and smile at Finn's insistence, as she knows your compliance is already given, but are just as happy for her to take it from you. Playing the part for her cameras for later masturbation material, your fists pound on the unbreakable plastic, before inhaling the intoxicating aroma; a mix of cloves and strawberries. A subtle blush stretches across your face as two large 0G-R3 enforcer bots enter the room carrying a large series of bondage implements. The gas empties as the tube itself opens, causing you to fall to the floor. Keeping up appearances, yet Weakened by the gas, you scramble away from the two Synths who bind you with mechanical precision. The latex squeaks as they strip you of your outfit and slip a latex armbinder, posture collar and leg cuffs on you, causing a moan to emerge from you before closing it with a ballgag. Hoisting you up, they take you to Finn's playroom.

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You moan in your gag as Finn turns to look at you. She smiles confidently and presses a button on her remote, causing the remote vibrators to activate and stimulate your throbbing clit.

"Good girl. I'm glad to see your finally paying attention to your betters and learning." she presses the button again and it stops, causing you to wiggle your ass in frustration.

The enforcers had bound you to a spanking bench that kept you close to the floor, right at the height of Finn's knees. After they had locked you into your deserved position, they strapped a few vibrators to your erect clitty, clamped your nipples and left you to squirm until your Mistress came in to 'Collect her payment.'

It didn't take long for her to show up, delightfully in the very thing you imagined, a tight pencil skirt and silk blouse. The librarian glasses perched on her nose a wonderful little touch of class, the fingerless leather gloves and stiletto heels giving an air of Dominance. The **** however was far more horrible then you could conceive. With her came a chalk board boldly displaying an engine diagram complete with notes. She proceeded to lecture you in depth on the maintenance and care for starship equipment... for over two hours! Your gagged pleas of mercy were routinely ignored as she regularily quizzed you with deceptively simple yes or no questions. One moan for yes, one cry of anguish for no. Every question you got wrong or whenever your eyes wandered, which was waaay too often, would result in stern discipline. The spanking machine set up behind you steadily brought on the bite of the flogger, shaking your perfectly exposed ass or painfully invigorating shocks would course through your pert nipples. While it was fun at first to get them wrong, even choosing some incorrectly on purpose to keep the excitement going...now tears are streaming down your face. Continued failure has left your nipples are painfully hard while your butt is bright red. Finally after ruthless corrections, you discovered the reward that could be delivered by the teasing vibrators. Unfortunately, you learned too late, and the lecture is over now, leaving you fuming with wet lust.

Saliva drips down your gag as you pant from the repeated **** and pleasure. 'I really need to try being a good girl first one of these days.' you think to yourself as Finn gently rubs your sore cheeks with a cool leather covered hand, causing you to moan softly.

"Now you pathetic little slut, one final question. Get this right and maybe I'll treat you like the Teacher's Pet you want to be. Wrong? Maybe I'll keep you here, call up a Bounty Hunter and get rich."

"Hnnnhn?" She wouldn't! Your the finest piece of ass she could get across five systems!

Her taunt gets met with a look and grunt of mock annoyance. She ignores your gaze and walks towards her toy wall, your eyes never leaving her swaying butt as she pulls out a hardlight strapon.

"Do you want me to punish you as I fuck you into submission?"

You buck and moan as loud as you can at her question.

Finn rubs your cheek and flogs your ass one more time as she walks behind you, the strapon activating into a massive dildo, glowing neon red and simulating an Iah Kuruh dick. Just like her to know exactly what gets you hot and bothered. An intense pressure builds up at the entrance to your tight buttocks as she begins to knock on your back door, before she decides to break it down instead, and thrusts in hard. You scream like a bitch in heat as she then doubles down and activates the nipple clamps biting into your tits, causing a electrical shock to run through you, causing you to orgasm almost immediately. Her **** doesn't end however as she continues to thrust into you again and again while she flogs and spanks you. By the time she's satisfied with her work, your eyes have rolled up into your head, openly drooling as your brain has shut down from the orgasmic overload.

It takes a little while for her to run aftercare and for your brain to restart.Eventually you fully recover and gather your equipment. After escorting you back to the entrance, Finn slaps your ass one last time, causing you to twerk wiggle your butt in response. You turn and wrap your arms around her neck and kissing her on the lips.

"Thanks for everything Finn. Am I all paid up now?"

She snorts at your question before groping your ass.

"Not by a long shot. I would have to keep you on a 24/7 torment schedule for the next," she checks her pad, "two years, three months and seventeen days..."

You giggle at her attention to detail. "What? The millions in credits I GIVE you in stolen tech doesn't count as payment?"

She taps the pad, "They do. Which is why it's only 2 years and not 200. Besides, I know you have important work right now so I'll let you go...this time."

Smiling and kissing her again, you leave the shop. Stepping outside, you look around for your ponygirl. A thought crosses your mind; you have no no idea how long she was left there with the vibrators at maximum.

'She's probably been driven either into a coma with exhaustion or insane from the orgasms....probably both. Hope she's up for a good run, I hate to walk back.'

You see the cart itself has been moved off to the side of the street. You hear the distinctive moans of your ponygirl coming from the nearby alleyway. A quick press of her control remote on your belt activates the nipple shockers on her tits as she squeals loudly even from the distance between the two of you, however she doesn't come grovelling for forgiveness. As you approach the alleyway itself, you can't help but feel like something is off.

Instinct kicks in instantly as the hairs on the back of your neck raise, and you dive to the forward and roll behind a dumpster, a tentacle grenade detonating at the spot you were at only a moment ago. Looking down the alleyway, there lies the pale Luxvan all bound up on the ground in the alleyway, writhing in pain and ecstasy as she looks at you and shakes her head to send out some kind of warning.

You groan in annoyance as you look at the binding outfit that you recognize instantly, as a familiar voice greets you from the other side of the street.

"Well well. I had a feeling you would be coming back here Erika...glad to see you are predictable as always."