You are contracted

When Neil comes to fetch you, you are sitting in your place idle, fantasizing about whatever manner of bondage you would be locked to, and the myriad of ways you could be utilized going forward.

“Good pet,” Neil remarks as he steps to you. He instructs you to suck his cock, then he starts leading you to the docking ramp at the front. You are soon joined by Elena and five other crewmembers. She seems unusually excited.

From the ship, the crew takes you to a rented speeder. Neil and the five crewmembers sit on the chairs, while you two are to entertain them with your mouths on the floor. The route takes around twenty minutes to complete. After that you arrive at the **** Registry, climb up the towering stairs, and enter the building. The place is full of people of course, and there is a long line ahead of you.

You and Elena glance at each other numerous times as you wait. You are continuously pinched and fondled by the crew. Not that it is a rare sight in this place! Not far from you, one of the soon be owners starts to ram his newfound subject, locked in an armbinder before him. Poor woman. You think. At least you hope she is about to enter willingly in his service. Shortly after, you feel an index finger enter you. You bite on your gag from the pleasure, only to find yourself wanting, as it leaves just before you could climax. This will be your life forever, something reminds you then. Nevertheless, you stand motionless. And wait until the line passes.

“We just found these two on the corner. I guarantee they are eager to serve, and all we need is a contract and some gear to keep them,” Neil says to the receptionist. Of course: this is merely meant as a running joke to the other.

“Would you like a large cage or two smaller ones?” the receptionist laughs.

“Two small ones please,” Neil answers.

A moment later he is handed a holo-brochure, with a long list of outfits and accessory items he could choose from. You assume it would take a while until he selects everything he has in mind for you, but he is experienced with this sort of stuff, and it only takes a couple of minutes until he is done. For you, he chooses a pink straitjacket with a fifty centimeter leash, a fist sized ballgag, a blindfold, and a pair of **** ballet boots with seven inch heels and a ten centimeter chain between them. Among all, it is the boots that you dread the most. With seven inches, you will be practically walking on your toes. Neil also chooses you some special panties, with two enormous plugs inside. But this you actually find exciting.

Elena receives the same outfit and accessory items as you do, only in the color of red. Judging by the smile on her face, she is just as eager to wear them as you are.

Neil hands back the brochure to the receptionist, and the contracts are soon handed out to you. He quickly signs his name on the papers, then your cuffs are unlocked, and it is your turn to ratify things. Part of you, bit naive, assumes you would have the choice to make a scene. But you are in a **** registry alright, full of armed men, let alone the six pirates you arrived with. You take the pen, and you sign the paper. And Elena does the same.

“Excellent,” the receptionist says with a wide smile on his face. Next you are escorted to a room at the side of the complex called “Equipment Ground”, which works as a staging area of sorts. Your straitjackets and accessory items are picked out by two workers from the boxes, and they are put on the ground in front of you. Alongside with the two cages. At the first glance, they seem ridiculously small: about fifty centimeters in height and one meter in length. They also have three giant dildos inside them, placed into metallic arms that can be adjusted.

You shudder from the thought of being kept there. But you also find yourself strangely aroused.

The cuffs are soon removed from your wrists. You are ordered to raise your hands in front of you, and the corporate men quickly place them in the arms of your straitjacket. The rest of the material is soon wrapped around your body. The ends of the arms are strapped tightly behind you, with an additional strap around your forearms to further restrict your movements. You feel the zipper pulled down to the center of your back, and you realize your predicament is now completed. As an instinct, you start wiggling your arms, but the material is strict, and allows very little movement. Your leash is attached to the O-ring at the collar of your straitjacket, then the cuffs are unlocked from your ankles, and your legs are stepped into the boots. You are not sure how to walk in them, yet you like them regardless. They are restrictive as fuck! You also receive a fist sized ballgag in the place of the old one. The rest of the items go to a box, they are to be used later.

Next you are escorted to your cages. First it is you who has to start tiptoeing there in the ridiculously tall heels, but the workers hold both of your shoulders, and you are able to manage. Once there, you are helped to your knees, turned around, and pushed between the bars. Someone from behind inserts the two dildos into your vagina and your asshole. You gasp. Only to have the third dildo shown into your mouth, and the cage’s door locked shut in front of you.

You remain idle for a moment. Then you start moving your arms in the straitjacket, just to see how strict it really is. You find the material very tough alright, compounded by the fact that every time you make a push, there is a counter push with equal strength, nudging your arms back to the starting point. You figure, however hard you might try to get you out of this thing, you would get tired rather quickly. Plus, somehow you doubt that you are intended to get out of this to begin with.

You take a glance at Elena, who is just getting shut to her cage, but then you see a blindfold raised in front of you, and everything goes dark as it gets locked around your head.

You stay motionless for a bit, then you begin to move your hips back and forth on the dildos. To your frustration, you find you could move very little. Which makes it impossible to orgasm.

For the ride back you are enclosed in darkness. You hear the crew laughing around you. They pinch your breasts, and grope you. You also get invaded by a finger or two, inserted next to the dildos. You enjoy these little things, but in the back of your mind there is also the thought of being a **** for the rest of your life. You didn’t feel anything as you signed the contract. Nor you feel strange now, or any sort different from your former self. Regardless: Your life has changed forever.

Once you arrive to your ship, your cage is brought to the cargohold. With its back side also padded, it is placed into a standing position, making you sit on the two dildos, with your head tilted uncomfortably upwards. As an instinct, you try to maneuver the dildo out of your mouth. But there is simply not enough room.

You sit in this position for some time. You are not sure how long. At one point, the door opens, and you hear Master’s footsteps as he is walking towards you. He pats your head, and grabs your left nipple behind the material. Of course: It is already erect.

“And I finally have you as my possession,” you hear Master’s voice. “You are my possession, aren’t you?” he asks, and strokes your nipple harder.

Due to the enormous dildo, you can only nod a little.

“Good. Acknowledging your first owner is always the most difficult,” he lets go of your nipple, and starts to caress your face with the tip of his fingers. “Now you didn’t give me much trouble, so let’s say we are going to be on good terms moving forward. Usually it takes me around six months until I get my fun with my slaves. But it can take longer if you are eager. After that, you will be sent to the market, where you will be sold to a new owner. If he is pleased, he will keep you for long. If not, he will keep you for short. Either way, you have a long ride ahead, and many owners to please.”

You nod.

“The material you are locked in is called ruanite. It takes a fortune to buy, but it is extremely durable, and cannot be cut or torn,” he continues. “You don’t have worry about being constantly locked up either.” You feel a needle pressed into your thigh, and a small patch of liquid is inserted in your veins. “These nanites will remain in your body, and repair any damage the bondage causes. They are also very expensive, so don’t expect them to do much else.”

You stay motionless. The pain in your arms goes away, just as the pain from your neck. You recognize this as good news, because you can expect a lot less pain from now on. But you also recognize it as bad news for the same reason: If the nanites can keep patching you up forever, then what Master said is true, and you could be kept indefinitely in bondage.

You feel the dildo removed from your mouth. You keep it open, as you already know where this is going, and Master’s cock is soon inserted between your lips. You start to suck on it eagerly, but also obediently. You are a permanent **** after all. Once you are done, he shoots his load in your mouth. Then he inserts the dildo back, and gives a good pinch to your right nipple.

“Enjoy the rest of your life, pet!” he says, and he leaves the cargohold.

You stay motionless in the cage. Part of you just can’t believe that you would be perpetually kept like this. You start to wiggle your arms in the straitjacket, more vehemently than the previous times. But this thing is not designed to be struggled out of.

You think that perhaps you could have done something differently. But what? You couldn’t blame yourself for not trying your luck with that impossible escape plan. And that space battle was simply unwinnable. So yes: You went to this sector in the hopes of making it big. Only to end up as a **** in the process.

You take a deep breath, and calm yourself down. With your eyes closed in the blindfold, you stay motionless, and slowly drift into sleep with the three dildos inside you.