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Pleasure Ship
(Crimson Rose)

A thick plug preventing her Master's semen from leaking out, a well and truly screwed Captain Aurora Snow panted as she began picking up her uniform.

"I understand the need for a captain to wear clothes, but that's no longer your uniform, slave," Commander Drake Spade said. "Computer, replicate item Spade zero-zero-seven." No sooner were the words out of his mouth, then he and Aurora looked to the intricate, complicated technology turned coding into reality. "That's your new uniform, slave. If I see you wearing anything else you'll be disciplined. Is that understood?"

"Yes Master." Walking over to the machine, Aurora picked up a red and black latex dress with plunging neckline and diamond-shaped cutouts along the sides, she was immediately reminded of the uniforms all females were required to wear during the Frontier Fleet's most notorious era that took place right after the sexual freedom laws were enacted and ended seventy years later when those same female officers finally won the right to wear something more modest. Putting it on without complaint, she next picked up a pair of black latex panties with a long, thick plug built far enough back it could only go into her ass and a red triskelion with PROPERTY OF COMMANDER SPADE written around it on the front. Putting them on, she picked up a pair of knee-high latex boots with buckles down both sides. Taking a seat, she shifted slightly as the plugs moved around inside of her as if alive. "Is this the only one I get, Master?"

"You'll have a full wardrobe within the hour, slave."

"Thank you, Master. I'm not going to lie, as humiliating and degrading as this is, I can't wait to take your enormous cock again. If I'm a slave to anything that's it. Uuhhnnn," she moaned as the plug in her pussy seemed to extend and thicken even as it seemingly rotated and thrust. "W-What are these plugs, Master?"

"Living metal, slave. They'll keep you edging and sexually frustrated day and night. I have one final piece you'll wear for as long as you serve me. Computer, replicate item Spade zero-zero-nine," Drake said as he walked over to the replicator built into the wall behind and to the right of Captain Snow's desk where he picked up a sleek, flexible red metal band with a platinum triskelion on the front. "Once this is around your neck there's no removing it, Aurora. Made of thadium it cannot be cut and the magnetic clasp requires more than fifty-thousand pounds of force to open. As such, I'm giving you one last chance to change your mind. If you'd rather face an official inquiry into your false accusations against me then say so and we'll end this here and now. But if you wish to spend the next nineteen and a half years as my sex slave then finish putting on your boots and then kneel on the floor with hands palms down on spread knees so that I may collar you."

In far too deep to back out now, Aurora buckled the right boot, slid out of her chair onto the floor, spread her knees and then placed her hands on them. "Please collar me, Master."

"Are you sure, slave?"

"It's going to take time for me to wrap my head around all of this, but, yes, I'm sure, Master. I want to wear your collar. I want to spend the next? no, I want to spend the rest of my life as your very willing and obedient sex slave. And no, that wasn't a slip of the tongue, Master. I mean it. I want to spend the rest of my life serving and obeying your every perverse command. Please collar me, Master."

"If we're going to spend the rest of our lives together then we should make it official and get married," Drake said to teat his new slave's dedication."