You go to the docks

No, you are not going to be a **** for the rest of your life. That is simply not an option.

You turn towards the docks, and begin your long march on the road. The ten centimeter chains between the ballet boots pose a real challenge however. First, they restrict your speed. Second, even with your slow pace, they make balancing yourself difficult. There are also several speeders that pass you by as you walk. Luckily, you can hear them long before they arrive, so you can sit down, and wait for them to pass.

You follow the road for two hours, then you finally arrive to the docks. You step inside the building with a wide smile on your face. You get many looks from the locals - mainly because of the dry semen on your face -, but you choose not to care about it. You are on the path of freedom.

“Yes?” the receptionist asks. You see that she has a collar around her neck, and you count it a blessing. Perhaps she is sympathetic to your cause.

“I would like a transport out of the Zeta Sector,” you say determined.

“And your owner?” she frowns.

“I do not have an owner,” you answer. “Once I’m off planet, I could pay all expenses.”

Instead of saying a thing, she picks up some sort of device from the table, and holds it to straitjacket's collar. After a second, it chips, and starts to display all sorts of holographic data about you. Among them, your status marked as: ****. And the name of your owner: NEIL LANGLEY.

“Right,” she says, and puts the device back to the table. “Now your owner is a pirate, and the government has the stance of tolerating them. But I think we could make an exception with you. Just to show them their place.”

“Really?” you smile.

You can be free. You can truly be free! It is a magnificent feeling alright.

“Mich,” the receptionist says.

You hear footsteps behind you, and you feel you never been this excited in your life. Only to have a rubber hood put on your head, and get carried away on someone’s shoulder. You remain idle through the journey. You already know there is no point to resist. Soon you hear a door open, and you are put into a cage. And you are just left there. With the hood on your head. Contemplating on your actions.

Some time later, you feel the cage lifted. You are put on a speeder of sorts, and you travel for a few hours. At one point, the vehicle stops, and you feel the cage lifted again. You get carried for some time. Then you are put on the ground, and you hear the cage’s door open.

“We are here,” a man says, and he takes the hood off of your head. You realize he is Mich. Mich also puts back you ballgag, and locks it tight, now that he realized it was lose.

You are helped out of the cage, and Mich starts leading you down a hallway. For a while, all you see is walls, then you reach an area filled with cells, determined by red forcefields from the outside and from each other. There is a **** in almost all of them, leashed to the ground and blindfolded. Others are unoccupied, but they already have some straps, a blindfold, and other accessory items.

“This is a **** processing facility,” Mich says, as you stop at the front of an empty cell. “You are stripped from your old owner, and you will be sold to someone else. This way the Ministry gets double money on you, he he.”

You expect him to lead you to the cell. Instead, he bends you down, unzips his pants, and thrusts his cock inside you.

“MMMMMM!!!” you moan from the pleasure. He comes merely after twenty strokes, but you are still able to climax. After that, you find yourself calm. Surprisingly so.

Mich switches off the forcefield, and helps you on your knees in the middle of the cell. Once you are down, he takes the two straps from the floor, and uses them to connect your thighs and your forelegs. Your leash is attached to an O-ring on the floor. Then you see a blindfold raised in front of you, and everything goes dark as it gets locked around your head.

“Be a good pet, and you will soon find a buyer,” Mich says. You hear a couple footsteps, then you recognize the forcefield being activated. And suddenly you are alone with your thoughts.

You struggle in your bonds for some time, but eventually you stop, sensing the futility of your actions. If you couldn’t escape previously, you sure as hell couldn’t pull it off now. And all you can do is sit here. Waiting for the inevitable to happen.