Epilogue: Business as usual

"Are you sure you can't be persuaded?" you ask the stuborn shop owner.

"Helping an off-worlder in such manners would be a digression from the Edicts," the Gavleth insists while crossing his four arms. He's a terrible liar and tops it off by adding "I'm loyal to our community."

There's those annoying edicts again. This particular Gavleth colony decided that the galaxy was just too exciting for them and established a civilization free from vice, corruption and anything else fun. They even had cloaks all visitors must wear lest the navy tones of your clothing turn them to a path of drunken debauchery. It's not all bad: they understand the importance of discipline, and didn't object to Melodia's leash.

This is a good place to lay low for a while; you have to give Kyla props for that. You sigh. She must have some sort of deal with the towering alien. Probably weekly supplies in exchange for forbidden trinkets. You'll just have to offer something better. "I don't know if I've explained the situation properly," you say while flipping his rustic sign to closed. "Kyla stole some very valuable items. I can't just stop hunting her at my first dead end," you continue and lock his shop's door. "Someone will experience a great deal of discomfort if we have to keep searching." When you finish drawing the old fashioned curtains, you turn to see your prospective informant has grabbed an odd fork tool to defend himself.

Given what you had just said, it makes sense he would be a little nervous: "Relax," you chuckle. "Your not the one suffering." To explain, you unbutton Melodia's cloak. Underneath the obscuring garment your restrained **** wears only rope. The shopkeepers eyes bulge while examining the soft flesh divided into delicious sections by the diamonds of her harness.

You had felt especially artistic this morning while helping Melodia get dressed, going so far as tying her arms asymmetrically. Her left arm is frogtied wrist to shoulder, and the right you bound behind her back so that its wrist was touching the opposite elbow. Not as tight as the armbinder you made for your bondage slut yesterday, but it pulls her shoulders back enough to present her ripe tits, and it keeps her arms from blocking the view to her round, fuckable booty.

You give that irresistible tush a firm smack, before continuing your explanation. "See if I have to keep looking for that sneaky thief, Melodia here will have to follow me around all day." In a pouting voice, you add "her poor titties constantly shaking about." To illustrate your point, you grab one of those soft breasts. Melodia lets out a moan of arousal as her boob flesh jiggles and her nipple is tugged around by the thin rope threaded through its ring.

The Gavleth stares intently with an expression that isn't sympathy.

"But that's not the worst part," your fingers trail passed the ropes pressed into her belly to caress her shaved cooch. You untie the knot above her crotch and remove the damp rope from between her pussy lips. "This little knot rubs against her clit with every step." Melodia whimpers as you state the facts she knows all too well. "The larger one here is right against the opening of her pussy and constantly reminds her of a penis ready to thrust in."

The slack crotch rope dangles uselessly behind your ****. You fix that by pulling it up and slipping it through Melodia's rope collar. You tug it tight, bending her back like a bow, until over a foot of the pussy wetted rope hangs from her collar. Breath tickling your slaves ear, you sensually ask "there, is that better cooksocket?" She shakes her head painfully, each movement pulling on her bindings. "Oh? What do you need to be satisfied?" Your slut's eyes dart to the bulge growing in the shopkeep's pants.

Hurriedly, the muscular alien tugs at his pants with all four arms until his hardening shaft can spring free. "The off-worlder is here, she has a camp in a cave on the eastern side of Mount Punctuality."

"Try not to make to much noise," you order your **** as you make a cleave gag with the remaining slack of her former crotch rope, pushing the soaked knots past her teeth. After you give the whore a quick shove, she stumbles into the arms of the eight-foot brute. He catches her and lifts her of the ground with ease. Two hands grab her shoulders and two her hips as he pulls her onto his manhood. Slick with her need juices, Melodia's pleasure tunnel expands to let the thick sausage slide in, and she lets out a muffled squeal of delight.

As Melodia lets out the gagged screams appropriate for a cockwhore of her caliber, you pull out your data pad. Before you bring up a map of the area, you take a moment to examine the background image. It has cycled to a picture you took a long time ago, an Oo'lick standing in tight bondage.

You smile; were this a cheap holo porn, you expect the camera would zoom in on the photo and begin a flashback.

The Oo'lick scavenger squirms in frustration. Your stolen shuttle had taken some damage that meant you had to resort to sending a stress signal. Not a good idea this close to the slavery capital of the galaxy. Fortunately, you had Melodia. She had altered the signal to make it look like it came from a heavily damaged and abandoned shuttle. Attracting a scavenger looking for easy pickings that wouldn't be expecting drawn guns.

"Stop," you order Melodia as she walks past dressed as a wet dream of a nurse. She had found a appropriate cap in the medical supplies, crossed red tape over her perky nipples, and borrowed a pair of white lace stockings from your victim. She does have a habit of putting on sex outfits without permission an ability you encourage with loving punishments. In your love-****'s hands is a box of sex toys and pornographic videos which you dig through. It isn't that surprising the scrapper had such a selection. On long hyperspace trips a person will go mad if not properly entertained. You certainly would have if you didn't find kneading Melodia's tits so mesmerizing.

You pull out a string of anal beads and two holo cartridges. The first cartridge is titled "lesbian tentacle slaves" the cover displays two bound woman kissing while being assaulted by many varied tendrils. The second was called "Oo'lick Queen VI: negotiating with the crime lord," and it showed the large breasted queen in a skimpy **** girl outfit surrounded by shots of her preforming various common negotiation tasks like pole dancing, serving drinks, getting flogged, publicly inserting a dildo in her ass, and licking cum off the floor. Given what her first five adventures have involved, you don't quite know why the Queen looks so proud, but she does have her usual haughty expression that makes it so much fun to watch her get fisted.

Melodia pouts adorably as you curb her looting. "Now, now," you remind her, "we did say we would leave her some supplies if she showed us a good time." Melodia nods. "And how many times did you squirt into your panties watching me fetter, flog and fuck her brains out?"

The horny sex **** smiles at the memory. "I lost count ma'am," and you dismiss her. You smile too, the memory of Melodia legs spread hand down the conservative undergarment, her eyes a mix of intense fascination and blissful oblivion was almost enough to make you keep the lady-soaked pair. But they also look very nice stuffed into your victims mouth.

You insert Oo'lick Queen VI into the large-display holoplayer. a history lesson will be good for the blue-skinned salvager. When the device starts playing, you return to your frustrated and struggling captive.

She stands on her tiptoes lest she hang by her bound breasts. The rope pulling her breasts up was looped around a ceiling pipe and tied to the bed behind her, the knot only a few feet from her cuffed hands. As it is, she can, and is, scratching at the rope unable to break it with her nails. You suppress a laugh; it would take at least an hour to saw through the sturdy rope with a knife. You rub the string of beads across her pussy to get them nice and wet before pressing them up her ass one at a time. She squirms and complains into her gag, but each bead passes into her anus without difficulty until only a small circle of string dangles from her asshole. Next you tie a rope belt around her waist. You connect an elastic cable used for securing crates to the front of her new belt and thread it between her legs. The stretchy cable slips between her lips when you loop it around her cuffed hands and hook it onto the string up her ass. She stops clawing at the rope when she realizes that even the slightest twitch of her bound hands tugs on the beads and rub the rope into her sex.

Your plaything still tries to work the pair of panties out of her mouth. She is quite skilled with her tongue. "Hmm," you toy, pushing the military issue shorts back behind her cleave gag, "I thought you would have wanted to keep the only scrap of clothing I had left for you." With your datapad, you snap a few pictures of your artistry. You place a knife in her hands and walk towards the door. "I hope to see you again," you coo before turning out the lights and closing the door.

Back in the present, you are starting to worry that Melodia is getting bored. The Gaveleth has been tossing her around like a ragdoll. Currently, she is faceing away from him, two of his strong hands digging into her supple thighs. His other two hands are mauling her tits while she bounces on his cock. However, he's being very vanilla about it. A quick glance around the hardware store reveals many things he could be using: that speculum looking thing, those animal whips, pliers, leather belts, or a bit and bridle. Even that pickax tool looks like its handle would be at the height of her anus if it was balanced on it's head, meaning her ass could be slammed onto the wood shaft while she got fucked. Of course, her sexy behind is already plugged, but the Gavleth didn't even check.

Currently, only one of Melodia's holes is being stretched which must be disappointing for the needy fucktoy. Not that she shows it; the sex **** lets loose a muffled cry of glee as she smacks tit first onto a work bench. The last time your whore showed signs boredom at being rented to an inferior dom, you locked her in chastity for ten days with only a weak vibrator to keep her pussy frustrated, showing her what real boredom was. After an orgasm that didn't make up for the eternity of denial, she was informed the time would double each time the lesson with needed.

She was a quick learner. Screaming into her gag, slamming her body into each of her partners thrusts, and quivering like a virgin whore, your sex **** is doing her mistress proud and should be rewarded. You flip your data pad to the slut controls and select the plug up Melodia's butt. You pulse her ass in time with the sliding shaft, so each time she slammed into the table she clenches her pussy extra tight.

After a few minutes of electrifying anal play, she looks up at you longingly. You answer with a slight nod. The plug vibrates hard enough to make her amazing ass jiggle and releases the strongest shock it can, making her begging whimpers cascade into yelps of ecstasy. Your painslut's eyes roll, and her legs flail as bolts of pleasure snap up her spine.

Having felt it on your fingers and tongue many times, you know just how eagerly her cunt muscles twitch during a well earned orgasm, and now so does your new informant. "Wh-what?" he stammers as her pulsing flesh shares it's pleasure, "ghhh, Fuck! That's good."

Unfortunately, the giant is a better fucker than builder, and his work bench cracks under the next flesh slap. The abused furniture crumbles into rubble after two more. This, of course, doesn't stop the fun; Melodia has too good a grip on the brute's pleasure rod, and he has too good a grip on her ass. Melodia just gets a a face full of floor and dust as her tight pussy is pile-drived.

The Gavleth's own orgasm is soon after. He straddles your ****'s ass, unintentionally stepping on her hair, tugging roughly on it each time he pulls her up his cock. You keep the steady shocks to her other fuckhole (she's gotten used to rougher treatment after all). The large alien keeps using your slut as a masturbation aid while the sperm squirts out of his dick but eventually drops her when the pleasure gets to be too overwhelming. He grips onto the rafters for balance as his sex goo sprays onto the heap of sexily bound fuck-meat at his feet.

Melodia, the perfect sex **** she is, rises to her knees and props the massive meat stick across her face, her tongue sneaking past the cleave gag. The sub licks and sucks as best she can with the rope in her mouth, cleaning the cock while the last cum dribbles out.

"I, it..." Drained, the poor guy searches for words. "The evil off-worlder, I meet her at the base with supplies. Not in the cave." He stops to take several breathes. "I think she has traps. Please be careful."

You look down at Melodia. Having cleaned the informant's shaft, she started on the portion of their sex mess she wasn't able to keep clamped in her cunt, mopping with her hair what she can't lick up. "Don't worry. We're resourceful." A memory fills your mind from a time before your current employer when said resourcefulness had been put to the test quite a bit.

"I must admit I don't know what you're thinking." You say after completing your circle of the hanging (and well hung) Iah Kurah. The large, hermaphroditic alien flexes her muscles taut against her red skin, but makes no progress with the bonds. "I've narrowed it down to either 'I really wish I hadn't packed the tit cages.'" You pause your monologue to give her left breast a belligerent backhand. Those gorgeous tits make the slightest ripple from the impact; the intricate web of leather straps that hold her suspended by her fun bags keeps a tight grip on the imprisoned flesh.

Similarly cruel toys are scattered about what used to be her dungeon. Well partial dungeon; the room clearly serves multiple roles. In addition to the dungeon equipment, there is food, weapons, and, now that the ship is in bunker mode, firing ports so it can act as an elevated guard house. Narrow slits cast strict lashes of sunlight onto the blast-steel bricks. It's an imposing image worthy of any **** chamber, but you still can't get past the sacrilege of splitting the room's purpose. Any ship with more than two rooms should have at least one dedicated dungeon. If there's time, you have to punish this Iah Kurah for her ignorance.

In response to the slap, your plaything let's out an enraged growl. With every ounce of her lean amazon body being lifted up by her large udders, she's probably a little uncomfortable, but you think her complaint had more to do with the humiliation. It's so fun to use her own toys against her. When you subdued her, she was wearing a strap-on, (because why have one dick when you can have two). You were able to snugly buckle the crotch harness around her head and turn her fake cock into a nice gag. The harness had short chains with cuffs (to secure you for some long-term double penetration no doubt), but when you crammed her own dildo halfway down her throat, those cuffs seemed an excellent way to secure her arms. The shortness of the chains painfully twist her arms up, tugging her wrists between her shoulder blades in a manner similar to a cruel reverse prayer, while yanking her head back as far as possible.

Even the rope was from her own supply. Thin cords reinforced with titanium threads that are tied around her big toes to pull her legs towards the floor and spreading them. The ropes are threaded through ring bolts in the floor on either side of her before stretching back up to loop tightly around her battered ballsack. You took extra care to tie the bondage as tight as possible; she strains her joints, points her feet as much as possible, just to barely alleviate some of the tugging on her balls.

Between her spread legs spins a large gear of sorts (you think it has something to do with her ships transformation form space-flight to bunker mode). The wheel's bulbous protrusions were stroking her crimson shaft a few minutes ago. But now that she's fully erect and you've increased the speed, they repeatedly slam against those tied balls. Each mechanical slap temporarily makes the Iah Kurah sway before she is steadied by the bondage tugging on her tender bits.

"Or maybe you're wondering how your new beautiful mistress managed to bypass your defences. It would be better to show you. Melodia," you call out, "here girl."

On your command, a small panel slides away from a nearby wall. Your expert **** squeezes out of the hole. A hexagon of shackles locks her wrists, ankles and breasts close together, allowing her to fit in many claustrophobic spaces. "Didn't you think that box of Toolagal sausages was a little heavy? Melodia here was crammed inside." Beaming with pride, the slut scoots up to you. "Such a good girl," you add, petting her pixie cut.

Your latest acquisition makes an enraged gurgle around the rubber cock in her mouth.

"Uh oh, dickslut is drooling again. You must really like the taste of your own strap-on." you mock, sweeping up some of her spittle with your fingers and using it as lube to rub the tip of her engorged cock. "Out of curiosity are you starting to break? Is there a voice in the back of your mind hoping that if your a good little girl you'll get less pain? Or maybe be allowed to cum?"

She glares at you, or tries to anyway. It's a bit tricky with her head tilted back by the harness. Her eyes have some serious fire, meaning she's aware she's in the denial phase.

"That's not going to happen. See I've had a really tough month, due somewhat to your bitchy employer Thane." Seriously, fuck the overbearing captain up the ass. That bitch is starting a war with the biggest crime empire in the galaxy, and she still found the time to put a bounty on you tits. "And you my dear are going to be an outlet for all of my frustrations for as long as I want."

A dildo garbled string of hallow threats is the Iah Kurah's response.

"Mistress," politely interjects Melodia, waving the mini shock stick you gave her for self defence, "if I may?" You look down at your **** and nod. "I followed your instructions perfectly." As best she can with the shackles on, your **** points to the list you wrote on her thigh while sitting on her face. "But I don't understand why it was so important for me to shock my tits every hour."

"Oh," you say affectionately ruffling her short hair, "that was just so you wouldn't get lonely without your mistress."

She thinks for a moment and is about to respond, but an alarm cuts her off.