Chapter I.
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 unconscious.
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 slave 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.
Chapter II.
The woman torments you for hours, the skin on your breasts, chest, stomach and thighs bruised from the countless hits. After that she leaves you alone, and you finally get your escape chance.
You get your index finger to your thumb, and you detach the transparent lockpick from the nail, carefully painted to look the part. At first, you thought this would be a crazy idea. But a woman in this line of business needs to have a few tricks down her sleeve. And now that you have your secret weapon at hand, you feverishly start working on the cuffs so you could get out as soon as possible. But then suddenly the door opens, and you freeze from the terror.
"I just went for a cup of water," the woman says, and she starts hitting you with the crop. Thighs, breasts, chest, stomach. Stomach, chest, thighs, breasts. Breasts, chest, thighs stomach. All the while you scream "Mhm!" into your ballgag, the lockpick still at work in the hope that she wouldn't take note of your efforts.
"Do you have any idea by now who I am?" the woman asks, and she stops with the hits.
You shake your head, hoping that she would lean closer, as you are just about to get done with the lock. And she indeed leans closer, her warm breath all over your soft skin.
"I am Princess Amira Keith. Daughter of Prince Edgar Augustin Keith and younger sister of Princess Estella Keith. That's right. You are getting trained by royalty. And you are going to be my happy little slave, and you will get me the prototype, and you will continue to serve us among our pets in our estate once we get there," she says.
You prepare yourself to unlock the cuff and strike at her. Then at a sudden she reaches to your hand, and she twists the locpick from between your fingers.
"Very clever," she says, your heart and soul frozen at the very same moment.
You follow her with your eyes scared as she steps to one of the containers, and she takes out two items that at first glance seem like rubber bags. But these are not rubber bags, you quickly realize. These are the infamous zetan bondage mittens that are made of an incredibly sturdy material. Get locked into these and you can be sure as hell that you will spend the rest of your life in slavery.
"Mhm!!!" you grunt, and you struggle like hell against the frame. But you can't do anything.
