You Didn't Call it the Breaker for Nothing

Repairs to the shields should be an easy fix, except for one thing. You need to got through the dungeon to get to the engine room, and right now, the dungeon is a veritable obstacle course. First of all, sex toys are flying everywhere. The locker you store your paraphernalia in has been thrown open by Melodia’s piloting. Dildos, butt plugs, whips, clamps, vibrators, and more litter the available floor space. Speaking of floor space, there is less of that than there used to be. The dungeon is modular; it contains dozens of different pieces of furniture and equipment that are normally stored in the walls, floor, and ceiling so that when not in use, the dungeon is an empty room. These instruments of kinky **** are deployed as needed through a control panel on the wall, or your remote. Right now, all of it seems to be halfway deployed. Attempts to retract them are met with the same error message from the bridge. Whatever this unknown error is, it seems to have affected all of your bondage equipment incorporated into the Breaker. Finally, there is Alexa.

The nubile Asian swings like the metronome of an insane composer as Melodia defies the laws of inertia with the Breaker. Each jink sends Alexa flying in gut wrenching parabolas; her hair splayed out and her leg swings like a wild windmill. It is a testament to Bellextra's capture bola and your own restraint skills that, despite her **** struggling and the wild ride she is getting, her arms remain secure behind her back. She would be quite the site were it not for the current circumstances. Her graceful form sails back and forth with her leg splayed out, offering you a glorious view of a shaved pussy. Sweat streaks down smooth skin as she moves in rhythm with the ships errant flight. The poor girl screams in fear, not knowing what is happening or why. This is one of the most creative and sadistic tortures you’ve ever imposed on a captive; you would be proud if it had been your idea.

You try and plan out a safe route, but between being thrown against the doorway, and a shower of sparks indicating the Breaker just took another hit, you throw caution to the wind. You duck under a suspension rack and somersault over a horizontal restraint cross. Your acrobatics nearly meet a humiliating end when you trip over a dido. You grab hold of a suspension hook just before falling into the auto-mummifier. You shudder as you contemplate the humiliating fate you narrowly avoided; mechanical arms would have locked you in place while a rotating tape dispenser would begin wrapping your feet, slowly working its way up your struggling body. In a minute, you would have been a black cocoon in your own dungeon.

Swinging from the suspension hook, you fly over a fucking machine to reach Alexa. Ducking under her foot, you steady the freefalling ****. “Now, I know this isn’t what you were expecting. For what it’s worth, I didn’t plan this.” You try to sound soothing, but you suspect it comes out as taunting. “I want you to know that as soon as we get out of this, I will rock your world like the Harmonium Pleasure Pits.” You’re really bad at this comfort thing.

“‘UUUUKHHH OOOOH!” Alexa screams through her gag.

There’s just no pleasing some people. You grab a dildo out of mid air and slam into her picturesque pussy. She squeals in frustration as you leave her helplessly spinning in a dungeon full of flying sex toys. Vaulting through the remaining obstacles you escape, and reflect how much worse this could have been if you had put the armory in the middle of the ship.

Once you get to the engine room it’s actually an easy fix. The shields, being a feature of obvious importance, have their own independent and robust power supply and distribution system. The EM Missile just overloaded them, fusing a couple of easily replaceable capacitors. Yanking them out of their sockets only causes mild electric burns. Reinserting them sends your hair shooting out to form a perfect circular aura of crimson frizz. Nevertheless, once inserted, a high pitched woop from Melodia alerts you that the operation was successful.

Dashing back to the bridge, you are relieved to see that two of the fighters have been taken out. Melodia is in perfect form as she bares down on a third, engines blazing and cannons spitting white hot fury. The pitiful snub fighter hopelessly tries to evade, but the trail of plasma overtakes it, turning it into a ball of fire.

“Huuhhh!” Melodia grunts as the fighter is destroyed. “Natalia, can you do something about this chair.” Her teeth are clenched as she flies. The buzzing sound immediately alerts you to her distress. Given that she’s destroyed three fighters, the intensity of the vibrations must have tripled. The original idea was to train her to operate the ship while distracted. Okay that’s a lie. The idea was to have kinky fun.

“The computer won’t let me edit the program parameters until the victory conditions are met,” you reply after checking the instruments. “You’re going to have to beat them as is.”

“This is really distracting.” The two bogeys have exploited her destruction of the third and are now behind the Breaker. Blaster fire rings against the rear shield. Melodia grits her teeth as each hit triggers as shock along her breasts and her holes.

“Shhhh, you’re doing good.”

“Did you just shush me?”

“Yes I did. I’m your mistress and I reserve the right to shush you.” Your finding your footing with this whole comforting mistress thing. “Seriously though, you got this. They are right where you want them.”

“How?” She screams.

“Remember what happens to objects in motion?”

She glances over at you for just a moment and then nods. She cuts the engines.

You are both thrown against your seats as she uses the maneuvering thrusters to flip the Breaker 180 degrees without affecting forward velocity. You can just barely hear a muffled squeal from your dungeon. The two fighters are directly in front of you now. If you hadn’t fixed the shields, or they had better weapons, or they had been more coordinated early on, you, Alexa, Melodia, would all be dead. As it is, the Breaker’s shields are up, the fighters have piddly ass guns, and their attempts to attack your open flank left them right in the middle of Melodia’s targeting scopes. Melodia pulls the trigger.

One fighter is incinerated instantly. The other almost gets away, but debris from the first shears through a thruster, making his movements wild and his evasion ineffective. Melodia easily dispatches it.

Melodia screams in joy at her victory. Or pleasure. The vibrator has gone up to its maximum setting and her fluids are soaking the seat. Either way, she is very excited. Instead of showing the error message, your display reads “TRAINING COMPLETE.” You are able to take control away from her. Ten seconds later, the Breaker’s engines are at full burn and her nose is pointed to Hellno.

“Melodia,” you say in a dusky voice. “I want you to know that I am very proud of you.”

“Yeah, I did do a pretty good job, didn’t I?” She beams at you in between breaths. Between her first dogfight and the vibrator, she is quite worn out.

“Yes you did. Unfortunately, you were also very naughty while you did it.”

“Mistress?” She gulps.

“You were very disrespectful. You raised your voice to me, failed to address me properly throughout this whole episode, and were just generally rude. It made your mistress feel very unappreciated while I was trying to help.” Comforting mistress is gone. Back to the sadistic mistress.

Melodia squirms against you lean towards her. “Mistress I-” She gasps as you pinch her clit. “Ahhh! Please Mistress, it was the heat of the moment. Please forgive me. I was overwhelmed- Shit!” You cut her off by biting her nipple.

“Mnnnhh. No. Overwhelmed is how you’re going to feel while I use you to calibrate all of the machines in the dungeon. Apparently the same error that kept you locked in here during the fight tampered with the automatic features down there as well. I’ll need to run extensive tests to make sure everything is in proper working order.”

Melodia’s eyes widen. “You have 2 dozen different pieces of equipment down there!”

“At least.” You grin widely as you leash your ****. “Don’t worry. Since you did do such a good job, I’ll make Alexa help. It will be a good way for you two to get to know each other.” Forcing a ring gag into Melodia's shocked mouth, you ask "do you think I should see if I can fit you Alexa and you on the double dildo pole? It was made to fit up both of one girls hole's, but I bet if make you two face each other you'll both fit. I should also make sure whoever I leave in the hogtie stand can still reach the crotch of whoever is strapped to the saint Andrew's cross." Melodia simply whimpers as you lead her away.