Lauren's Nightmare

Three months. Three fucking months, you think to yourself, standing in the middle of an empty warehouse.

You could swear to the Stars that you can see yourself. Lauren Jones. Smuggler. Twenty-eight years old. Two years spent in the line of business. Bearing witness to her greatest fiasco.

For the record, the job seemed a promising one. Prototype mining equipment. Stolen from a warehouse of one of these large interstellar corporations. Nova Dust they call it. Exchanged hands numerous times in the black market before the corpos got wind of it.

Of course, there is no way the design would remain a secret. That ship has sailed by now. But the owner of the warehouse wants to make sure that nobody finds out that it was his warehouse the stuff went missing from, and that means the winner gets enough cash to last a long-long time once the deed is done. Perhaps enough to settle down for good.

And thus you embarked on this journey. Burning up all your savings. Jumping one planet to the next in the hope that you could take the prize. And now you are here. In the middle of an empty warehouse. With no idea where to go next.

Gotta be something I'm missing, you think to yourself, and you decide to go through the building one more time. Then at sudden you can hear the crack of a joint behind you.

You turn around immediately, your gun already at hand pointed at your attacker… Or at least it seemed that way. As now you realize what you heard was a voice bug, placed on the ground while you were at a different part of the warehouse. And that means you walked into a trap.

Shit! you turn around for the second time. But ZAP! an electro dart hits you in the chest, and you collapse on the ground .

You wake up for the feeling of a large piece of something in your mouth. You try to maneuver it out from between your teeth, but you recognize it is locked in place by straps. Scared, you want to reach it with your hands, however your wrists are locked in place by cuffs. You realize that your ankles have cuffs on them also. Your limbs held in place by a metal frame.

You bite down on your gag, and you start to struggle, trying to get your hands out of the cuffs. But then you stop, as you hear the crack of a chair, and you realize that a dark-skinned woman was in front of you the whole time; who now starts hitting your chest, thighs and breasts with a crop.

"That's right. No struggling," the woman says. "These things cost money."

Hearing the words, you start to struggle again. But all you do is to earn another series of hits, forcing you to stop.

"Your first task is to learn to behave. This will be easy because you will get no orgasms until then," she says. "Oh, and don't worry. You will still get to see the prototypes. Helping me as my loyal to get them!"

After that she turns around, and starts walking towards the door. You start to struggle again in your bondage. But then you stop motionless, as she turns around, and immediately walks back to you.

"Gotcha," she says. And she proceeds to hit you with the crop as ruthlessly as possible.