Samus had no idea how much time had passed since she had been locked in the hold of her captor’s ship when it landed. Samus was removed from her cell and dragged out of the ship, her high-heeled boots causing her to trip at the end of the ramp. Before she hit the ground, she was caught by someone, but when they spoke Samus could barely make out their conversation.
“So this is the infamous bounty hunter Samus Aran, I somehow expected more.”
“Yup, that’s the one and only.”
“Your payment is being transferred now.”
“All right the payment cleared, sending the control codes for her slave suit.” A message flashed across Samus' visor: “Ownership transferred to new owner, awaiting orders.”
A bright light flashed over Samus, and she was back on her own ship. There was a message on the console in front of her. “Simulation terminated. Urgent Message from the Galactic Federation: Pirate activity suspected at SR386 Investigate immediately.”
“Computer, plot new course to SR386 and engage.” Samus ordered The ship's AI.
“Course set," the computer said. "travel time 2 days, 6 hours, 28 minutes.”
“Computer, open simulation editor and make the following changes. Increase avatar’s bust size by 25%, Increase collar strictness by 100%, Replace blackout visor with reality filtering contact lenses, Reduce corset coverage by 50%, Reduce CB coverage to 5%, and Increase plug sizes by 25%. Integrate non-avatar changes to simulation's plot, and resume simulation where terminated.”
A bright light washed over Samus and she was just outside of her captor’s ship, where Samus' new owner had made some adjustments to the slave suit. She started by removing the top of Samus’s corset that was painfully squeezing her enlarged breasts. The cool air felt amazing on her exposed bosom.
“Let’s have a look at that pretty face.” The blackout helmet and visor dissolved down to just a gag and contact lenses that gave Samus eyes a faint blue-green glow.
“Mmmm lovely, let's see some more of you, slave.” the owner said as she made another adjustment, retracting the chastity belt to nothing more than a thin cable running between her legs holding the plugs in place. “Woo, look at those plugs, let’s make those bigger, shall we?”
“That collar looks flimsy, too, I think it needs to be stricter.'' Samus' collar grew from one inch up to two inches wide, and this finally seemed to satisfy her owner.
“Come along, slave, time to have some real fun!” Samus was forced to follow her new owner. She had an easier time now that she could see, for the most part, but the contacts made everything but her new owner- the same species as Gandrayda- a little blurry.
Once the pair arrived at what looked like a high tech dungeon, Samus’s legs were secured to the ground and her collar was attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling. Samus' new mistress quickly added some very large, painful nipple clamps. She started to rub Samus' exposed breasts, which combined with the alternating shocks and vibrations from her plugs drove Samus steadily towards orgasm.
A bright white light washed over Samus, and she was back on her ship, a new message on the console in front of her.
“Simulation terminated. Asteroid field ahead.”
“Computer, can you plot a course around the field?”
“Yes. New course would add 23 hours and 58 minutes to travel time.”
“Computer, plot new course around the field and engage."
"Acknowledged."
"Computer, open simulation editor and make the following changes: Increase avatar’s bust size and sensitivity by 15%, increase collar strictness by 50%, replace nipple clamps with milking pumps, have corsets reduce waste by 2%, and increase gag size by 30%. Integrate non-avatar changes to simulation's plot, and resume simulation where terminated.”
As the light washed over her again Samus was once again bound and gagged in a dungeon.
“I think you still have too much freedom, '' Samus' owner said while adjusting Samus’s bondage, her collar growing two or three inches taller, while her corset shrank, farther reducing her waist. Breathing became more difficult as the gag grew to two and a quarter inches, muffling Samus' attempt to scream as her mistress cruelly pulled off the nipple clamps.
“Your breasts are so lovely, let's see how much milk we can get out of them?” As powerful suction pumps were attached to Samus’s still-aching nipples, her mistress continued to enjoy playing with the helpless former-bounty-hunter-turned-slave by constantly groping her breasts, butt, and pussy. The stimulation was sending Samus racing towards a very strong orgasm, when the white light washed over her again. Once more she was back on her ship with a message on the computer console in front of her.
“Simulation terminated. Urgent Message from the Galactic Federation: Pirate forces much larger than originally reported, meet at the following location for a coordinated attack. Coordinates: 276.69 x 318.6 x 481.69.” Samus let out an irritated sigh.
“Computer; plot new course to the new coordinates and engage.”
"Course plotted. Travel time to new destination: 0 days, 23 hours, 45 minutes."
“Well, better make the most of it... Computer, open simulation editor and make the following changes: Increase avatar ass and bust sensitivity by 25%, increase collar strictness by 150%, increase gag size by 34%, and Increase plug vibrations by 85%. Integrate non-avatar changes to simulation's plot, and resume simulation where terminated.”
Once back in her simulation, Samus returned to her bound and gagged state.
“You are still making too much noise! Maybe this will quiet you down...” Samus’ mistress adjusted her gag again, making it grow to three inches wide and almost five inches long. “And I still don’t like that flimsy collar.” Samus’s collar grew to four and half inches tall and became incredibly rigid, locking her head in place.
“Perfect. I think I’ll keep you like this for a very long time. Now. you've been very good today, I think you deserve a little reward.” The vibrations from the dildo locked deep inside Samus’ pussy increased its intensity. The combination of the vibrations, shocks and breast pumps caused Samus to quickly orgasm, but the stimulation didn’t stop as she felt another orgasm approaching.
Then the suction and vibrations all suddenly stopped.
“That’s enough, you only get to cum once. I hope you enjoyed it, because it’s going to be a very long time before I let you cum again. I'm tired, so we will resume your training tomorrow; I think I’ll make you a pony girl first.” As her mistress left the room Samus slowly made her way to a small cot in the corner. Collapsing on the thin mat, Samus quickly fell asleep, only to be awakened by the computer.
“You have arrived at your destination.”
“Computer, save simulation and open a channel to the Galactic Federation flagship.”
Tags: bondage, BDSM, video games, peril, nipple suction, breast torture, dildo, science
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Story by DDragon |
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Artwork by Altercomics-Emilaino Urdinola |
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