The Big Prize

You lounge back in your favorite chair, your feet up, and relax while you some reading done. Some would have difficulty focusing in such a situation, but you find the background noise helps you focus. You shift your weight a little so you can wiggle the plug in Alexa’s ass with your foot. The moans of your footstool soothe your mind as you try to wrap your head around some pretty advanced hyperdimensional physics.

“Melodia! I can’t remember, is the transect of reality and subspace a function of hyper velocity or subliminal time?” You don’t bother to look up.

There is a grunt and a scream. “Neither, it's the quantum baseline of the target dimension.” Another grunt, a crack, a whimper.

“This doesn’t make sense then.” You check your math. Same result. “Melodia, get over here! I need your brain.”

“I’m a little-” You give her a look. A matte black corset pushes up her already lovely rack to a more commanding position. As she catches your eye, she stops the crop mid swing and looks down at Bellextra. The former warrior is tied face up on a table, her arms cuffed behind her and toes tied to her nuts, enforcing an uncompromising frogtie and delivering delicious agony each time she squirms. A tic-tact-toe board of crop marks covers her thighs. You're not sure who was x and who was o, but it is quite apparent that Bellextra was the loser. In spite of her position of defeat, her dick flags high, refusing to surrender the field. Admittedly , stopping Melodia now to do math is exceptionally cruel, even by your standards, but you’re still mistress on this ship, even if Melodia has temporarily been granted new privileges.

After she “discovered” the password you thought Melodia deserved a reward. Being the clever mistress you are, you decided to knock out two birds with one stone. Breaking Bellextra is very fun, but also very time consuming. Between the CBT, tit ****, orgasm **** and regular **** you've imposed on Bellextra, there's hardly been any free time. Given that Melodia was able to improve Alexa's tongue lapping so dramatically (you've had three orgasms during your "study breaks") you decided to let her work Bellextra over some. It's a nice little treat for a **** to be on the giving end for once. Also, you’re worried Melodia is on the verge of a psychotic break, so a change of pace would probably do her well. That's freed up a lot of your time to try and figure out what the hell was on this datapad.

Bitterly she comes to your aid, but not before lashing out at Bellextra’s left testis.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHH!!!!” The reinforced steel table shudders as Bellextras jerks forward in pain.

“I’ll be back for the other one.” She walks up and snatches the pad out of your hand. You raise an eyebrow but allow it. Your legs rub together. Having never seen this side of Melodia before, you are... surprised. Not unpleasantly.

Her brow furrows as she follows your math. “Carry the tillajoule… multiply by a factor of the gravitational wave form… Yup. You got it.” She hands you the pad and turns back to Bellextra.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute!” She begrudgingly does so. “That’s impossible.”

“Why? The math is right there.”

“But that would mean…” You look at it again.

“Yeah. There are way more jump points in the galaxy than we thought. Some of them go farther than our current understanding of physics would suggest is possible. Anything else?”

“But! If this is true-”

“It’s true.”

“How can it be true! That means we haven’t even mapped...!” Another look at the lying numbers. “One percent of the possible jump points in the galaxy.”

“That’s not what it means. It means we haven’t mapped one percent of one percent of the possible jump points in known space. Let alone the whole galaxy. Look, this has been theoretically possible since the development of hyperspace physics. It’s just that no one has figured out how. Whatever these explorers found helped them figure it out.” There is a murmur from Bellextra, which is possibly the dumbest thing she could have done. It redirects Melodia’s attention back to her. “Can I go now?” The crop creaks as Melodia tightens her grip.

“But… What am I supposed to do with this?”

“I don’t know, go anywhere in known space I guess. Or unknown space.” When all you do is stare dumbfounded at her, she simply turns back to Bellextra. It doesn’t occur to you to reprimand her for leaving without a dismissal.

Anywhere? Well that will be handy once the Syndicate figures out what you’ve done. They’ll put a bounty on you bigger than Melodia's so it’s good they won’t be able to catch you. Your gaze follows Melodia slowly rubbing the crop tip on Bellextra’s swollen right teste, but you fail top appreciate the sadism.

Shit, the Syndicate. The crop falls like a guillotine as you realize what you’ve done. Not only have you stolen from the biggest slaving cartel in the entire galaxy, you’ve also pissed off your best client. You hadn’t factored in the Freedom’s End to this little expedition. Once they report back, you can kiss your bounty hunting career goodbye. You need stress relief.

Roughly you grab Alexa by the hair. Ignoring her “AIYEEE!” of pain and surprise, you **** her into your pussy as you watch Melodia’s show. Her cry is the only pause before her tongue nimbly snakes its way between your folds. “Oooohhh….” you coo as you watch Melodia’s performance.

“Now, where were we?” She asks the bound Bellextra whose begging is limited to stuffed mmmphs and pitiful looks. Melodia flexes the crop in between her two hands, no doubt appreciating the pleasant spring of the supple switch. “Ah yes. The other one.” Bellextra shakes her head at Melodia’s predatory grin. Preemptive tears well up as she swings the crop down on the right nut, already angry and swollen from the brutal tie.

Alexa whimpers as you pull harder. Sensing your increased arousal, she increases her pace, pushing her tongue deep inside you before sucking on your tender clitty. You “oooh,” as Bellextra “AAAAHHH’s”, Alexa suckling coinciding with Melodia roping off an abused tip and pulling up hard. She ties the thin cord, biting into the over sexed cock, to a chain hanging from the ceiling. It always impresses you how the most gentle of motions, the slow winching of the chain, can lead to the cruelest of predicaments. As Bellextra power flexes to try and lift her cock, her nuts are pulled down by the weight of her own feet. It’s a good thing (for Belextra’s sake) that she is both fit and limber. Trying to raise your pelvis by your knees while your feet are pulled to your nuts looks quite strenuous.

You smile as the crop swings back and forth, the whisk of it’s tip just missing Bellextra’s shaft. She stares at it like a hypnotist's watch, her ragged breathing quickening with each swing. Your own breathing matches pace with hers as Alexa finds your g-spot. If only things could always be this simple. You moan as Melodia lands the first blow.

You’d swear that Bellextra’s cock is stretched a few extra inches as she involuntarily spasms with pain, each twitch pulling on her abused sex. Melodia casually ignores her whimperings and simply continues. You can’t be sure because your own screams of pleasure are competing with Bellextra, but you're fairly certain that Melodia is humming a tune as she thwacks away, lancing blows against the shaft, base and testes. With a final cry, you release into Alexa’s thirsty mouth.

Melodia pauses just long enough to smile at you as you lay back and Alexa licks her own lips for a change. “It really is impressive isn’t it?” you ask picking up the pad. “It could change the galaxy.”

Melodia sets the crop aside and rebinds the exhausted and abused futa. The same chain that her mushroom tip was tied to now is hooked to cuffed hands, while the **** legs have been tied to the table legs so she is spread and bent over. “Yes it could,” Melodia replies as she completes the tie.

“I like the galaxy the way it is.”

“Well if it makes you feel any better...” she grunts as she pulls the bindings tight. When, Bellextra saw the size of the strap-on Melodia was sliding into, she found some hidden reserves of resistance that warranted extra belting. “We still have to get past the Freedom’s End. If they blow us out of the sky, the galaxy will stay just the same.”

You and Bellextra both groan in frustration. “Maybe I can sell it back to the Syndicate?” Neither Melodia nor Bellextra reply as the strap-on is slowly, painfully being pushed inside the bucking ****. “Nah, that wouldn’t work” you say ignoring the scream of agony as Bellextra’s sphincter is stretched. You’ve worked enough jobs for the Syndicate to know they take a dim view of those who try and sell back something that they consider there's. First thing they'll do is use the new routes to chase you to the ends of the galaxy. You’re going to need the advantage to hide from all the bounty hunter’s they’ll be sending after you.

There’s the Federation. It was their cruiser afterall and they could do a lot of good with it. Good. You watch as Bellextra cums like a fire hydrant. “Bad slut. Look at this mess! Now you have to clean it up.” How many bad sluts will be left in the galaxy once the Federation swarms outlaw space with their police ships? Precious few you’d imagine. Besides, the Federation is notoriously stingy with their rewards.

One of the other criminal organizations? Perhaps another galactic government? Your mind runs through the possibilities and dismisses them in turn. Each one would upset the delicate status quo that you so love, one where you are free to run about the galaxy chasing thrills and having kinky sex for money. Alexa rests her head on your knee lovingly, the two of you admire Bellextra crawling about on her knees, her ass in the air getting whipped, her face on the ground, licking her own cum. Can’t you just have this? Wasn’t that the whole point of this venture?