Since She asked...

“Fine.” You say with a sigh. “You’re coming with me.”

“Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Oh you won’t regret this, I’ll make it up to you. I promise-”

“Yeah, yeah.” you say cutting her off. “What's your name sugar tits?”

She looks at you with mild disdain. “My name” she says with emphasis, “is Alexa-FUCK!” You recoil your whip. “What is wrong with you? Oww.”

To stress the point, you bring the whip down again for good measure. “Wrong. Your name is Pain in My Ass until I say differently. Listen up buttercup. I’m not taking you out of some misplaced sense of mercy.” The **** pulls at her bonds as another strike lashes her breast. “I’m taking you because these guys offend my sense of sexual domination. They don’t earn submission. I do. I haven’t earned your submission yet, but by the time I do, you will want all the **** I can give you because it will make you wet.” You give her a final whipping for good measure.

“Why w-Mmmrgh!” You would never leave home without a wide assortment of restraints including gags. You stuff a jawbreaker in her mouth. This gag has that name for two reasons. One, they are about the same size of the candy whose name they share. Two, when they come in contact with liquid, say saliva, they rapidly expand to the point it feels like your jaw will break. Before she can spit out the gag, it has expanded to the point it is lodged tightly in her mouth.

You pull out a combat knife and slice through the restraints. Your victim makes an futile attempt at escape, which you allow for laughs. She gets the door open before your whip wraps around her ankles. With a tug she falls forward and you pull her in.

“MMMMH!”

“I’m sorry. What part of sadistic bitch did you not understand.” When she is at your feet you pin her in place with a knee against her back. Pulling out some heavy tape, you **** her elbows together and wrap them tight. You decide to leave her wrist unbound in case you need her to use her hands. “You clearly did not realize what you were getting into when you asked me to take you so I will give you the choice again.” One hand squeezes a tight but shapely ass while the hand holding the whip pulls her hair back forcing her to arch back. You admire her flexible form. Her breasts are just large enough to stick out while she arches her back, and you release her ass to fondle her tits. Her nipple is just beginning to harden as you pinch tightly.

“I really want you to understand what’s going to happen to you if I take you, so I will perform a quick demonstration.” Still holding her by the hair you **** her up and frog march her to the table. “Lie on that that with your tits up bitch.” Awkwardly, she raises herself on the table with the encouragement of your whip. “Now spread your legs. I want your feet in the air.”

You admire the helpless **** for a moment before continuing. She lies back against the table with arms tightly tied behind her back and her legs spread wide. Dark pussy lips are invitingly exposed. Not one to turn down such a tempting offer, you lick your fingers and insert them. She inhales sharply as you begin your work.

“Tell me how that feels. Be honest now.”

“Mmmhhh.”

“Yes I know. Let me explain the situation to you, clearly. In all of the hullabaloo, you seem to have lost perspective. I, against my better judgement, am willing to take you with me, away from the horrible pirates. In exchange for doing this, I will make you cum again, and again, and again, as I am about to do right now.” The slut's breathing is intensifying and her lips are glistening as more moisture slickens your fingers. “Your choice is stay with the pirates, or come with me. While I will impose all manner of kinky tortures on you, I promise they will all leave you begging for more.” You withdraw your fingers and wipe the fresh scent of lady lust on her belly. “The pirates will not be so caring for your pleasure. Taking you with me is a risk. I’ll take that risk, but you will pay for it. Or I leave you here. Make your choice.”

The sexy Asian moans pitifully. “What’s the matter, can’t decide?” you ask after a moment. You look into baby brown eyes and see desperation that was not there while your fingers were inside her. Sigh. I really don’t have time for this. “Look, do you want an orgasm?” When all she does is stare you turn to walk away.

“Mnnnhhh, ‘omhm ‘aaah’” When you turn back her legs are still in the air putting her pussy on display. Moist pink flesh shines invitingly through dark lips.

Producing a collar you advance on her. “I’m really on a tight schedule here. Nod if you want an orgasm.” She nods. “Nod if you want to come with me.” She nods. “Nod if you’re going to be an obedient little **** for me.” After half a second, she nods. “About time.” You slap the collar on her and leash the bitch. “Now come on.”

“MMMMH!” She squeals into the gag and looks down at her crotch.

“Don’t get all demanding on me now. If you wanted to cum you should have been more cooperative. We gotta get out of here before Bellextra tears this ship apart and my asshole with it. Your sweet cooch is just going to have to wait until we get to the ship.”

She wails as you drag her to the elevator. Uncaring, you shove her inside the lift. “Which floor is the hangar on?” When all she does is garble unintelligibly, you direct her to select the floor. Arms tapped behind her back she twists painfully (making her perky tits jiggle) to enter the destination. After she enters the command, you turn on the pirate comm bud. The sweet music of your adversary’s panic sings over the frequency.

You turn the pirate comm bud on, and the sweet music of your adversary's panic sings over the frequency.

“She came through the wall-”

“Where the hell is that heavy weapons crew?”

“Oh god, she’s took Jenkins. May the gods have mercy on his poor, virgin asshole.”

“How can she do that and fight at the same time?”

“Nothing we throw at her has any effect.”

“GAME OVER MAN! GAME OVER! WHAT WE GONNA DO NOW MAN? WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?”

Captain Rhodes voice cuts in. “Dammit anyone who’s not on deck 14 get there now. Everyone we got. I’m at the armory now and I’m suiting up. I am personally going to deal with this. Just hold her off for a few more minutes."

You lovingly caress your new sub. Not to reassure her by any means. She’s going to feel like Jenkin’s asshole once you're en route. No, you caress her out of the sheer bliss that only comes when the universe smiles on you. Reflecting on the past few years, you realize that this must surely be kharma at work. Sure you’ve enslaved a few people, but they were mostly scumbags. Mostly you’ve been barely scraping by, barely eeking out a lead in the rat race that is outlaw space. You’ve always been one unlucky break away from enslavement; hell, you’ve been a ****. Twice. Three times if you count that episode on Miorga, but that was complicated and you’re still not sure what happened. The point is you’ve paid your dues. The galaxy owes you a solid and your ticket has finally come up. You are going to sail on out of here and live the life of luxury your hard work has earned you.

The toneless yet soothing voice of the computer interrupts your thoughts. “Deck 14, hangar, armory, barracks and prisoner intake.” The door opens to a scene of **** and carnage. The stillness you have come to associate with the Freedom's End is shattered by three pirates, two Human and one Oo’lick fire down the corridor as a Gavleth lands among them with a wet thud. From one of his four hands, an armed grenade rolls right into the turbolift. Thoughtlessly (because thinking can get you killed at a time like this) you grab your new fuckpet and dive into the fire fight just as the doors close and the explosion destroys your escape route.