Cas and the submission gel [F][solo][sci-fi][BDSM]

Cassandra 1

She flipped her head and blew but the hair was stuck with sweat to her forehead. Straining against the bounds clasping her forearms together behind her in a squishy gel she part mewled at the in-ability to move the hair off her face but more clenched down at the unrelenting, thick phallus rhythmically pounding her soaking, aching, submissive pussy.

She was getting closer to orgasm, the goo knew it and pinched and released her nipples again and again as she pushed backwards against air, ass up high. The sound of endless fucking filling the room and her mind. The arm gell squeezed tighter, encompassing her elbows in the process. She felt swallowed in submission like a warm oversized blanket and closed her eyes, suckling on the fleshlike cockgag and feeling it respond. She hoped she was pleasing it as her need to cum was rising like a tsunami. The pinches switched to suckling and the cock adjusted to a thinner girth but began to pound away, faster and faster. Her eyes rolled back. Her body froze.

“HHHnnnnngggggggggg” she groaned, the massive burst of orgasm filling her senses till they overran every nerve ending. That endless white gulf of nothingness as pure endorphins are released. The warmth spreading across her totally.

She swam and revelled in the moment. The aftermath, the comedown as pleasant as waking from a dream slowly. Nowhere to be.

Eyes closed, she suckled on the cockgag for a while. A thanks for the domination that the lifeless, programmed gell would never appreciate it. Still, it was her way of returning to normal.

She tapped out a rhythm between fingertip and thumb and the gell recognized the pattern and vibrated strongly in each of its appendages. She glanced over to the clock, noticed that she was still in the ‘lock in’ period.

~oh dear, what a shame~ she cheekily through to herself, stretching like a cat as much as she could. ~guess i’m a prisoner until it lets me go~.

“Cass?” He called. The weird intercom making it sound like he was speaking through a long wide tube. “Cass, can you come up here. We’re about to land… I think.”

~dammit~ and she repeated the pattern twice, the gell recognizing the repeat and falling away. Hustling, she grabbed the wibbly arm-binders, mouth filler, nub munchers and hole trainer and threw them back in the sleek black box they came in. She’d clean them later. A wipe with a damp cloth, a quick hair brush and makeup check.

“Cass, come on! we’re definitely, almost certainly landing at Phonos 3. probably.”

Another adventure awaited. Maybe. Maybe not. She quickly threw on tartan skirt, leather fitted jacket, long socks and slide boots and dashed to the control room. she threw underwear into the jacket pocket on the way out. No time for anything else – maybe she could slip into them at some point.

She entered the control room and the aircirc fans blew wonderfully up her skirt, and she smiled, staring at the Traveller.

“What was at Phonos 3 again?” She asked. Wondering if she’d find another store like on Diamanny station – a mining platform entirely crewed by women – and AGAIN get a ridiculous amount of local currency, just in case.

“The Tattooed King!” He exclaimed, his wild hair and eyes more alive than usual. Cassandra wondered if somewhere with a tattooed king would be as alternative as she imagined. She hoped so, she’d yet to sneak off and get any body modifications of significant interest, but that was the plan. She’d heard tales of growth ale that sprouted a 2nd clitoris deep in your pussy, fire ink that heated up the closer you were to orgasm, ‘tease patches’ that would keep you on edge of orgasm no matter what you did and more and more. 20 Century Earth was primitive in comparison. She wanted it all and wasn’t afraid to go hunting for it. She’d already gone from 32B to 36C and 5’1″ to 5’6″ without notice. Danger and excitement were out there, so was future Cas, ultimate sex kitten!