Alexei Iskakov, Bounty Hunter: Chapter 5: Training Day [Mf][bdsm][Mdom][fsub][sci-fi][oral][slavery][humiliation]

Zarina hated the app. She hated the loud reminders that woke her up, she hated the condescending robotic school teacher voice that called her “Sofiya”, she hated the cutesy mascot. But for the… she counted on her fingers. Week. For the week now her captor had locked her in one of his closets, it had been her only companion. She had tried to get the tablet to switch to some other app, but it was locked into this language learning software. The chain connecting her collar to a handle in the wall was just short enough to keep her seated upright, so sleep came rarely, and was often interrupted by choking when she slouched too far or fell off her seat. The boredom would always bring her back to the puzzles and games of the damn app, but at least she was picking up a bit from it.

Really, it wasn’t the app that was pissing her off. It was the belt. The closest thing to clothes she had been given in her captivity was a cold, polished steel chastity belt. If it had been just that, she could have lived with it, but the thing had a built in vibrating nub that pressed against her clit, humming just enough to keep her on edge, but not enough to actually offer any relief. What was worse, after finishing her first couple lessons, it had started interfacing with the app, intensifying briefly when she got things right, but delivering painful shocks when she made mistakes, or, occasionally, told the app AI to go fuck itself.

She glared down at the belt, then at the name tattooed on her thigh, then at her cuffed wrists. Her owner -she shuddered as the word entered her mind. No, her captor- had given her a bit more freedom of movement than the biting ropes from before, not that it mattered much, in the meter by half meter closet she was locked in.

Her stomach growled. She looked up at the ever present camera and its small red LED power indicator, then at the bottle of bland, thick white nutrient fluid that had been her only sustenance for the last week or so. The bastard absolutely knew what he was doing, and the nozzle she had to suck on to get fed was about as phallic as it could be without literally just being a rubber cock.

As she grudgingly wrapped her lips around the nozzle for her meal, she had to stop herself for a moment from wishing it was the real thing. Maybe it was the isolation getting to her, maybe it was stockholm syndrome setting in, maybe it was the damn belt keeping her on the edge of arousal, it was probably all three, but-

Her thoughts were cut off by the blinding light of the closet door swinging open. She pulled herself off the feeder as quickly as she could, which, to her horror, sent the last bit of the white slime dripping down her chin onto her chest.

“How’s your studying going? Ready for an exam?” Alexei tousled the hair she had left, before detaching her collar from the chain.

After a week of isolation and being kept on edge by the belt, the man’s touch and voice were electrifying. Zarina felt her face grow red and warm. For a split second, she was Sofiya. She shook her head violently, banishing thoughts of submission. She could understand… well, mostly understand… what he was saying now. She tried out a few of the new words.

“Clothes, can I have?” she swallowed her pride a bit, better to not antagonize him. “Please?”

Alexei laughed.

“Not bad for a starter, but that reminds me, We’ve got some rules to go over.”

It took Zarina a few moments to parse his words.

“R-rules? Which rules? I-”

He cut her off.

“That’s the first one. No ‘I, me, mine’. If you have to refer to yourself, it’s as ‘Sofiya’. ‘Zarina’ isn’t your name anymore. When you accept that, I might let you have the word ‘I’ back. Do you understand?”

“I- I mean- eh- Sof-”

He gave her a slap on the cheek, hard enough to let her know he meant business, but little more.

“That was your one chance.” he held up a thick, wooden bit-gag. “This is bigger, and a lot less soft than the one you were wearing last. Next slip up, it’s going in your mouth till I feel like giving you another try at speaking right. Understand?”

Alexei pushed her chin up with a curled finger, locking eyes with her. Zarina felt herself melt a little, and she could swear the vibrator had just picked up intensity.

“Y-yes, Sofiya understand.”

“Good girl. Second rule is a lot like the first. You’re not allowed to refer to me as ‘you’, or anything else, except ‘Master’. Do you understand?”

She looked away, frightened, but also embarrassed by how frustratingly aroused she was. Alexei’s hand moved to her throat, threateningly.

“Look at me. Do you understand?”

She turned her gaze back up to him, trembling.

“Yes…”

The grip on her neck tightened, just a little.

“Yes what?”

Zar- No, Sofiya, gulped, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes, and she struggled to hold eye contact.

“Yes, Master.”

“There we go.” Alexei loosened his grip slowly before letting go altogether. “Do you know how to make tea?” He moved his hand to the loop on her collar, dragging her out of the closet, not roughly, but firmly enough that she knew it wasn’t a suggestion.

“Tea? Of course…” she almost slipped up, but caught herself “Sofiya know how to make tea. Is simple.”

“Good girl” Alexei reached up to pull a long, thin chain down from the ceiling, then attached it to her collar. “I have a kettle, a teapot, and some tea over at this kitchenette here, make some for both of us, and no funny business.”

He gestured over to a modest bar with some basic cooking implements. Sofiya (or maybe the little bit of Zarina still holding out) noticed that anywhere a knife would be was empty. She sighed, and hobbled over to it. This was the most freedom of movement she had been given since her ill-fated stowaway attempt, but still the shackles and cuffs made things unreasonably frustrating. The chain on her neck was long enough that she could reach the bar, but had less than a meter of slack beyond that. She filled the electric kettle with water, then set it to boil, and poured the coarse tea leaves into the pot.She looked back at her captor. He was idly scrolling through what looked like some sort of social media or news aggregator while rolling up a cigarette.

The kettle let out a whistle, and Zarina turned back to it, for the first time noticing that a tablet had been left on the edge of the bar. She tapped at it, and it lit up. She saw her own face, before the humiliating haircut, piercing and tattooing session, and what she guessed was a medical report. She slowly poured the boiling water into the kettle, looking back to make sure “master” wasn’t watching her, then scrolled through the document. A lot of it was in language far too advanced for what she had learned from her forced crash course, but she was able to gather a bit about “two thousand year old genes” and “possible link to Earth”. Where was she? How long had she been in hibernation?

Alexei swiveled in his chair, after a nice long drag of his spliff. He needed a good new job, and fast, but the boards and darknet apps had delivered little worth pursuing. “How’s the tea coming kiddo?”

The girl jumped apprehensively at his voice, quickly turning back to the teapot.

“M-more minutes, not many. Needs a little steeping.”

Fuck. Alexei’s eyes caught the tablet he had carelessly left by the kitchenette. Well, at least she probably can’t read the thing, right?

He decided to play it cool. Better let her think he had left it there on purpose.

“Finish your reading then, but I don’t want my tea over-steeped.”

“I will not over-steep…” Zar-… Sofiya gritted her teeth, trying to accept her role, for now “…Master.”

She desperately looked for the date on the document. There were a couple characters she couldn’t recognize ‘天祐’, ‘238’, and the word for “year”. No help at all. She did the math in her head, again. She had left earth in the winter of 2134. She should have come out of hibernation in 2154, assuming some margin of error or the colony ship Nuwa’s life support AI deciding to spare them the stress of the two year cool off period to Proxima Centauri… maybe there had been an issue and she had stayed frozen for around a hundred years?

She shook her head, and poured the tea, then picked up one of the cups as gracefully as she could with her cuffed hands, and shuffled ofer to her captor, offering it to him. He took it, and gave it a sip, then ruffled what was left of her hair with his other hand.

“Good girl!” He pointed to a mat on the floor by his chair. “Sit down, and drink yours, you’ve earned it!”

Sofiya took her own cup, and moved to the mat, doing her best to maintain what little dignity she had left. Iskakov took another sip, then stared down at her, waiting.

“What do you say?”

“What do-…” she breathed in sharply “…thank you, master.”

As the word escaped her lips, her eyes widened. The vibrations in the belt intensified, bringing her closer to the edge than she had been during her whole week locked in the storage closet. She tried to focus her attention on downing the tea.

“There we go!” The pirate finished his cup, then reached down to take hers, a little less than half full. He produced a bottle of brown liquor, and poured some into both cups. “You learn quick. Henri was right to be jealous.”

Sofiya smelled whiskey in the cup. It took her back to her last night with her friends, before she left with her family on the colony ship. Without thinking, she downed the cup. It all came racing back. The sun rising the next morning, gloriously lighting up the polluted sky over the floating city of Jakarta. Ilham, kissing her tenderly on the forehead before boarding the ship to go fight the Austrailians in Papua, knowing they would never see each other again. The shuttle ride up to orbit, and the panicked broadcasts from the surface to the stations. Washington, Beijing, Los Angeles, London, Guangzhou, and Moscow erupting in nuclear fire visible from space, just before she went under for hibernation. Zarina felt herself starting to break down as the alcohol hit her system. She needed something, anything. A distraction, an outlet. She slumped against the pirate’s leg, doing her best to block out the memories and enjoy his warmth.

Alexei ran his fingers through his prize’s short hair, then stroked her face. She looked up, making eye contact for a half second, then dropping her gaze back to the floor. Her face was red, he wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol, embarrassment at her condition, or the increased tempo of the belt. Probably a combination of the three. After a long silence, she spoke up

“What… Is Master called? Iksakav?”

Alexei smiled a bit.

“Alexei. Alexei Yeruslanovich Iskakov.” He gave her a playfully light slap on the cheek, more of a pat, really “Maybe, once you’re off your probation, you can call me Master Aloysha.”

She caught what sounded like a hint of sentimentality in the man’s voice. If everything she had been through with him meant anything, he seemed to want to keep her around, and, well, he wasn’t bad to look at. Or feel. Even without the belt, something about her captivity tickled something inside her. Maybe she could coax some sort of info out of him. She leaned into his hand on her head.

“What do Master want with me?” Fuck. She quickly corrected herself. “…with Sofi-”

The hand stroking her hair shifted, grabbing it, firmly, but not roughly.

“That’s a hard question. I’ll do my best to answer, but rules are rules.” Alexei pulled back on her hair, his other hand grabbing the gag off the dashboard.

“…” For a few seconds Zarina clamped her mouth shut. The app hadn’t taught her anything appropriate, so she gave the man her best defiant glare and switched to her own language. “Keparat.”

The curse was all Alexei needed to get the wooden bit in her mouth. He tightened the main strap behind Sofiya’s head.

“Still got plenty of attitude in there, I like that.” He forced her head up. As he secured the strap below her chin, she didn’t break eye contact. “What I want is a little help around the ship, some company between jobs. Some eye candy.” He pulled the last set of straps up over her head, fastening the harness in place. The girl tried to mutter something through the gag, which came out incoherent, even if she was using the bit of Central he had had her learn.

He unlocked the cuffs on her hands, and pulled them behind her back. Sofiya gave a token of resistance, but he could tell she knew it was useless. He wrapped a belt around her wrists several times, then latched it. Grabbing her elbows, he pushed them together, producing a muffled yelp of discomfort, and cinched them together with another belt. The position forced her breasts forward and out. He gave one of them a squeeze.

“What I want from you.” Alexei pulled a marker from a cubby in the cockpit, and began writing two characters, one on each of the squirming, flustered girl’s breasts. “Is a good slave.”

He pulled Sofiya to her feet, and in front of one of the cockpit cameras, then had her image displayed on the main screen in front of her.

“See, don’t you look nice?”

Zarina did her best to hold up her defiant act, but it was quickly crumbling. She saw herself on the screen, helpless, the much bigger man holding her by the back of her neck possessively. “奴婢” was written on her bare chest in big letters. She didn’t know the exact meaning of the characters, but she was able to get the gist from context. He switched the camera to show her from behind, and zoomed in on the tattoo just below her collar. It was a very stylized symbol that evoked the image of a man on a horse, pulling back a bow. She recognized it from Iska- …Master’s jacket and belt.

“That means you belong to me.” he spun her around to face him, moving his hand to her throat, just above the collar. “You understand?”

Sofiya felt her face flush, her legs going weak. She nodded, not as reluctantly as she would have liked. She realized the belt had ceased vibrating, but if anything, she was even more bothered by its presence and aroused than before. She tried to get the word “yes” out, but the gag turned it into a sloppy, drooling “Thidhe…”

“Good girl.” Alexei slowly let her settle to her knees back on the mat, then started securing her ankles and thighs with another set of belts. As he connected the ankle and wrist straps with a smaller strip of leather, he patted her on the head. “You’ll get the hang of it eventually.”

As Alexei walked off toward the kitchenette. Sofiya felt the belt kick in again. She bit into the gag, unable to grit her teeth but the hard wood had almost no give. Her shoulders and arms ached, but struggling just made it worse, so she did her best to relax what little she could.

In a few minutes, she smelled… real food? She craned her head to look, and saw Alexei pouring noodles from a small pot into a bowl. Her stomach growled, and the drool from the gag just got worse. He gave her a bit of a smile, and moved back to his seat letting her watch him eat the noodles.

“You hungry? There’s more.”

Sofiya hadn’t had real, non-paste, food since her humiliating experience on the watery planet where she got her …makeover. She tried to maintain some sort of composure for a few minutes, then gave up, nodded, and whined into the gag, dripping with saliva.

He rubbed her head, patronizingly. She didn’t fight it but leaned in, nuzzling his hand and leg.

“How hungry?”

The vibrator in the belt turned up, and the pirate swiveled in his seat, till her head was just short of being between his legs.

Her jaw ached from the gag. The strain on her arms and shoulders were no better. She looked down at the writing on her chest, and the tattoo on her thigh. She felt the piercing in her lip with her tongue.

“Uary hunghuy, Mathua” she laid her head on her master’s inner thigh. His pants were solid, but tight, and she could tell how hard he was through the rough fabric. She looked up at him, submissively. There was no going back from this, but in this moment, she was dripping with anticipation and pent up sexual frustration. “Fleeth, Mathua.”

Alexei reached down, and unbuckled the gag. He let his fingers linger for a moment as he pulled out the bit, and Sofiya closed her lips around them until he slowly withdrew them. The vibration kicked up another notch. Sofiya craned her neck forward, softly biting at his leg and moving upward, but was stopped by a hand at her throat.

“You have to ask nicely first.”

“Please master… May I?” she nodded at his crotch

He gave her a small, sharp slap.

“None of that word. Ask again, and tell me what you want.”

“May Sofiya…” she gulped and blushed. She knew what he was doing with the belt, and the promise of real food, but she couldn’t help herself “May Sofiya suck your cock?”

“That’s better. Show me how much you want it.”

Sofiya cautiously scooted forward, trying not to lose her balance in the bindings. She rested her head in his lap for a moment then pulled on his belt with her teeth. After a few moments of struggling she managed to get it undone, and he slid it off the rest of the way. The button and zipper on his pants were easier and she tugged them down. The man’s cock was so hard it was having trouble staying in his boxer briefs. She pulled them down with her teeth as well. As the man’s cock sprung up, the belt hit a new high. She felt the leather and studs of the belt Alexei had been wearing a minute ago wrap around her neck. There was a cruel glint in his eye.

“Just a bit of insurance. I don’t want any biting.”

He tightened it, just enough that she felt the pressure, and placed his other hand on her head, grabbing her hair and guiding her mouth down onto the head of his cock. She gingerly took him. After the first few careful bobs, she felt the belt tighten a little more, and noticed that the levels on the belt started to ebb and flow with her movements.

The bastard is trying to train me.

Alexei’s hands on her head and the belt were firm, but gentle. His breathing was growing heavy. Sofiya redoubled her efforts, timing her motions for the best rhythm of the vibrations. As the belt tightened around her neck, she got closer and closer to the edge herself. Alexei started shaking, tightening his grip and moaning. Just as Sofiya thought she might pass out from the combined efforts of the leather belt around her neck and the steel one around her waist, a metallic taste burst into her mouth, and the pirate pulled her off him, gasping. He took a moment, catching his breath.

“P-please master…” Sofiya was right on the edge, a bit of cum dribbling out the side of her mouth, as she swallowed what she could of the rest “I- Sofiya not done…”

He tightened the belt again, and she gasped.

“What’s your name?” he was still shaky from climax

“S-so-sofiya”

“And what are you?”

She croaked out the words between gasps for air

“Sofiya… is your… slave.”

He relaxed the belt, and pulled it off her neck.

“Good girl. But you’ve still got a ways to go before I let you finish.”

The vibrations from the chastity belt cut out, leaving Sofiya just short of orgasm., and she collapsed to the floor, sweaty and shaking.

“Are you still hungry?” Alexei refastened his pants, then bent over the girl, unfastening her bonds.

“…yes Master, still hungry.”

The pirate ambled over to the kitchenette and poured another bowl of noodles. Sofiya groaned in frustration, but also relief as she stretched properly, fully unbound for the first time in a week. The straps had left clean indentations on her arms and legs, and in the reflection in the ship’s viewport, she could tell she was a mess. She jumped slightly as she felt Alexei’s hand on her shoulder, but this time it was draping her in a blanket.

She turned to look up at him, and he handed her a bowl of hot noodles and another cup of tea, something herbal this time.

“You’ve earned some relaxation before bed.”

He sat down next to her.

Sofiya didn’t know what to think. She had… enjoyed that, despite the intentional frustration at the end. She finished her soup, and leaned into him as she sipped her tea and he massaged the knots in her back. Slowly, she slid down, resting her head in his lap, as she drifted into an uneasy, but for the first time in recent memory, comfortable sleep.

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