Through the night, Rebeck stirs to wakefulness from time to time, still feeling buzzed. When she does, she kicks Vaia awake and abuses her already raw tongue for another blissful orgasm, before drifting off to sleep.
It's great, she thinks. She's been slipping up, giving the adorable Van Saar girl too much affection. Showering her with praise. Even showing tenderness. Most girls would take this as a sign that they'd got through the initial, abusive stages and could expect better treatment now, but not Vaia. She likes the abuse. She gets that it's an integral part of how Rebeck rolls.
Again, she's kept Vaia trapped in her swelteringly hot fun-suit all night. Her arms locked stiff behind her back. Other girls she's tried to train have told Rebeck that she's a fucked-up, awful person for what she demands, night after night. It's been hard to keep looking sometimes. But she can't imagine Vaia reacting like that. Has she really found what she's been after all this time?
During the night, she enjoys Vaia's sloppy, drunken, exhausted efforts even more than she had the previous night's, gleefully reminding Vaia of all the things she's done so far, and how much more there is to come. Rebeck mocks her endlessly, telling her that her future if she stays will be a non-stop procession of bondage, getting fucked, sucking cock and eating pussy. Vaia laps it all up like she laps at Rebeck's soaking cunt.
When it gets light, the pair of them form part of a disgusting, sweaty, horny, booze-soaked mess on the bed.
"Time for your morning routine, bitch!" Rebeck declares.
Smack!
She helps Vaia wake up with a sharp slap across the face.
"You know what's coming. You ready? How you feeling?"
"Um..." Vaia tries to shake off her sleepiness. This has been really fun, but she hopes she'll be able to get some proper rest at some point if it goes on. Then she brightens. "I'm good, Mistress! Ready for my morning cock!"
"Yeah, you are," Rebeck chuckles.
She gets up and goes into the washroom, popping her dick out to take a long piss. There's nothing wrong with the cock she was tubed with, she thinks, but there are so many things that make using fake ones so much more practical for what she does. Vaia's the sort that will deserve a real dicking some day though, she thinks. When she's earned it. She shakes out the last few drops and pushes it back into its concealment.
Having wiped her hands, she makes her way back to Vaia.
"Hmm, what do you know? I picked up the right one!"
She extracts Vaia's plug, straps her harness on, and slots it in.
"Ready for another good fuck from your mistress, slut?" she asks.
"Oh yes, Mistress! Please, I need it!"
Rebeck laughs and slaps her ass, which makes Vaia yelp in excitement. The girl puts on such a good performance, but she's sincere about it too. The slutty Van Saar is wired in a way that Rebeck had begun to doubt she'd ever find. With all the headset porn and other filth it seems she's been immersing herself in, Rebeck supposes that Vaia has wired herself that way. And now Rebeck intends to work on her further, getting better and better responses out of her. Addicting her to all the things she likes to do.
She keeps it simple for now though, ramming the cock back into Vaia's ass and pumping energetically in her morning 'work-out'. She knows the girl likes to get fucked hard, and that's just how Rebeck enjoys dealing it out.
"Mmm, you like that, bitch? You like getting your ass fucked? Yeah, you do."
Vaia cries out as her mistress gives her her first butt-fuck of the day. Her untouched cunt aches as she takes the pounding. She can't help but wonder if she's going to feel more than fingers, and Sash's tongue, there. She's sure that, when mistress finally deigns to take her cunt, it's going to be incredible.
Fifteen minutes of wet, hip-slapping ass-fuck and dirty talk make Vaia announce two orgasms to her mistress, before Rebeck herself manages to hit her high. She doesn't think it's ever been this good, though she makes sure not to give that away to her slave.
After she pulls out, Rebeck feels exhausted. She gives Vaia a slap on the hip.
"I'm going to free your feet. You can go and find Sash. Let her have you to herself this morning."
Rebeck yawns as she detaches the leg-spreader.
"I'm gonna take a morning nap. See you at breakfast, slut."
Vaia tries to get up. It's really difficult with her hands still bound. "Mistress..."
"Yes, slave?"
"Could you... release my hands as well, please, Mistress? I'm having trouble..."
"Hmm... What's in it for me if I do, bitch?"
Vaia thinks. "I'll do anything you want anyway, Mistress."
Rebeck grins wickedly. "In that case, I think I'd rather watch you struggle."
Vaia bites her lip. "Yes, Mistress." Rebeck might be starting to like her, but it seems that doesn't mean an escape from her cruel streak. A deep shudder runs through her, and she knows she wouldn't have it any other way.
Heavily and awkwardly, Vaia manages to slide off the bed and stand up without using her hands. At least she's still feeling buzzed from last night, she thinks as she gets her balance, and not hung-over.
Rebeck feels bushed, but at least wants to change the messy bed sheets so she can get a cool, comfortable nap. She strips the bed, balls it all up and tosses it into a corner to worry about later.
Vaia stumbles stiffly towards the door. At one point, she slips, but manages to just drop to one knee rather than completely face-planting.
While making a fresh bed, Rebeck sees this and giggles. "You could just crawl out like a little worm, you know. I'm happy to watch your slutty ass wiggle out of here like that, sweet girl."
Vaia grits her teeth. She wasn't ordered to do it, she thinks, so she gets back on two feet and keeps walking.
By the time she reaches the door, Vaia turns back to see her mistress looking cosy in a freshly-made bed, her eyes already closed.
She has to use her mouth to open the door. Sometimes humiliation is just annoying, she thinks, and hardly a turn-on for anyone! Then she giggles. The situation is just so silly. She decides that she can just enjoy the ridiculousness of it.
Out in the central room of the pair's little subdivision of the Spire, Vaia looks around. It's the first time she's been alone and unescorted here, if not exactly free. She isn't sure which door leads to Sash's room, so she starts to explore.
The first door she tries is just a storage closet. It mostly seems to be filled with even more assorted sex toys. Vaia's eyes widen as she looks at them all. There are plenty whose use she struggles to even guess at. She nibbles at her lip as thoughts of new dirty pleasures wash over her. Sooner or later, she'll experience them all, she supposes.
Vaia still hasn't memorised the lay-out of the place, so next she finds herself somewhere she's already been. The lock that leads out to the landing dock.
The air-car's out there, she thinks. If she could get it started, they were meant to be easy to drive. You could just tell them a destination, right?
Or the grav sails! She could glide all the way back down to where she belonged... That sounded much less practical, but fun.
But her hands were bound. And besides, why would she want to go? The others would be so upset with her. They were going to the trike races today!... Not to mention, she grins to herself, she still hasn't been fucked nearly enough!
Vaia starts giggling helplessly, and finds she can't stop. She's always known she has a filthy mind. She's always indulged it in every way she could in her circumscribed life within her clan's territory. But now so much is happening for real all at once... At last! She's so lucky! She loves Sash! She loves her mistress. Why would she want to leave?
Smiling, she enjoys her predicament as she turns around and continues her search for Sash. She even laughs when she slips and crashes to the floor.
She finds the kitchen, before finally trying a door that doesn't give. Maybe it's Sash's room. She knocks on it with her head.
The door's lock buzzes and clicks.
"Come in, baby," calls a familiar voice.
***
Sash sits up in bed as a welcome surprise falls through her door. She fails to suppress a laugh as Vaia, pushing the door open with her body, squeezes inside and drops to the floor. Her hands are stuck in the arm-binder, Sash sees.
