Chapter Five - The Improbable Plan

Motel 69 - Hell's Alley

"You've got to be kidding me!" Captain Catherine Knight exclaimed when her criminal companion opened their cozy motel room door.

"I'd keep the volume down if I were you." Hunter grinned as he brushed past the scantily clad woman he was sworn to assist. "You don't want to attract unwanted attention around here, especially dressed like that." Hunter turned and eyed her up and down. "Perhaps you would rather I forbid you to speak again, just in case."

Catherine scowled at the man, stepping inside the room and allowing the door to slam shut behind her. At first glance, the room looked much like any other motel room you would find on Earth, with neutral cream walls and a terribly patterned carpet. A comfortable, well-presented bed dominated the room, with a small table and two chairs discreetly displayed to the side. However, the piece of furniture that drew the captain's attention was the small metal cage positioned at the foot of the bed. Back on Earth, she may have thought how generous the motel was in accommodating pets. Still, from everything else she witnessed since crashlanding on this planet, Catherine knew who the cage was intended for.

The blond captain sat at the end of the bed, noting how the plush comfortable mattress conformed around her totally exposed asscheeks. After weeks of being confined on her tiny ship and the horror day she had had since they crashed on this backward planet, Catherine longed for the familiarity of home comforts. "Well, I guess I'll take the bed. Being the convicted criminal you are, you must be used to living behind bars, after all."

Hunter looked down at the barely dressed woman and chuckled. He had always found his nemesis an attractive woman, but her tomboy style and the unflattering UGS captain uniform always gave her a formidable look. Looking down at her now, he had to keep reminding himself of who she truly was. Her breasts and asscheeks were exposed for the entire world to admire, her waist looked tiny encased in the cruel pink and black corset, her pink fishnet-stockinged legs seemed incredibly long and sexy, especially with the impractical stripper shoes on her feet, and her hair and makeup gave her the appearance of a cheap streetwalking whore desperate to find a willing john.

"Oh yea, I could just see the look on the housekeeper's face if they wandered in and witnessed a woman lying freely in the bed and her male companion sleeping inside a cage." Hunter made sure his words were dripping with sarcasm. "Sometimes I get the impression you are doing everything you can to get us arrested. You need to start taking this mission seriously."

Catherine parted her bright pink lips to retort but slowly closed her mouth without a sound. Her usual sharp tongue had gone flat, and she didn't have a response. As much as she hated to admit it, he was right; all the evidence she had witnessed so far indicated that women were treated with no respect, and the rights she was accustomed to growing up would do nothing to shield her here. She would have to rely on Hunter if they were going to succeed.

Hunter pulled up a chair, folded his arms, and casually leaned back on the seat. "So, the good news is that your friends are here. The bad news is that time is limited. The Gilded Lounge is one of the most exclusive clubs in the city, and they are not known for keeping paperwork. Once those girls are sold, finding out where they have gone will be impossible." He spoke matter-of-factly, his voice void of the sinister sarcasm he usually spouts. "We need eyes in the room, and we need capital."

The blond captain groaned. They were stuck on a dangerously perverted planet with nothing of value to sell after most of their belongings perished in the crash. "Well, what do you suggest, convict? You're a lowlife criminal, after all; I'm sure you know all kinds of shady means to raise cash."

The woman's barbed insults elicited a veiled smirk from the bounty hunter. He took his time to respond, "None that will make the cash we need this quickly. We need a sponsor, someone willing to invest his capital, and I think I know just the man."

Catherine sneered at his remark. His big plan was to find someone who would just simply hand him a bag of money? "Oh really? You know of such a charitable man? What would you need to offer in return for his capital?"

"You.." Catherine's eyebrows arched in concerned confusion when Hunter responded. "Well, not you specifically." He continued. "Hank Crane is an old man from generational wealth. His grandfather built half of this city, and he is still reaping its benefits to this day." Hunter leaned in closer, his hands on his lap. "But there's one thing he is known to have a deep interest in, Earth."

Catherine took his comment by surprise. Dominae and Earth had no diplomatic relations, and the information they had on this isolated planet was minimal. It surprised Catherine that a Dominae native would have so much interest in Earth culture. Hunter took a moment to admire Catherine's sexy, exposed body. This act knocked her out of her internal thoughts and brought her back to the present. Hunter laughed lightly when she responded by covering her breasts with her arm. "Anyway, we have a meeting with him tomorrow morning. It might be our only chance to get your friends back."

Catherine studied his face. It was clear that he wasn't telling her everything, and her experiences had taught her to always be inquisitive, but before she could query further, Hunter changed the subject entirely. "Early start tomorrow; it's time for bed," he said before standing up and flicking a switch on the wall, immediately opening the small metal cage's door.

Hunter watched the blond shake her head to protest, and he stopped her immediately in her tracks. "We don't have time for any tantrums. We need to keep up appearances; this is how things are done around here. I don't want to command you to crawl inside, but if I have to, you may regret it."

His threat was enough to convince Catherine to follow his instruction, and she reluctantly slid off the bed onto her knees and crawled inside the open space without so much as looking at her scumbag companion. As soon as her entire body had made its way inside the cage, the open door slammed shut again, trapping her inside.

The cage had looked small from the outside, but it felt utterly tiny now that Catherine was inside the damn thing. It didn't allow her to stretch her body out, forcing her to keep her legs bent, and it was shallow enough that she had no choice but to stay on her knees the entire time. Humiliated at the thought of spending all night in this uncomfortable frame, she scowled up at Hunter when he approached her with a large black sheet.

"This will help you sleep better," he remarked before wrapping the sheet over the top of the cage, suddenly shrouding the blond woman in complete darkness. "You fucking bastard!" She shouted out in an infuriated response. She just heard his familiar juvenile cackle as his footsteps moved further away from the cage toward his own bed.

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Motel 69 - Hell’s Alley

Catherine woke up with dull soreness all over her body. The cramped space and hard flooring of the cage would ordinarily have made it difficult for her to get a full, uninterrupted sleep. Still, the humiliating and strenuous events of the day knocked her out, allowing her to sleep a full nine hours.

When she came to, she noticed the sheet that had previously covered her in darkness was gone completely, and she could observe the room around her. She also detected the low, barely audible masculine groan from the large bed beside her. Catherine’s cage was too low to see what was going on in the bed, but it was clear that Hunter was engaged in some kind of pleasurable activity. Was the pervert masturbating with her in the room?

The captain decided not to speak out. The dehumanization of being caged like a trapped beast, dressed like a trashy whore, stuck in place, all while her hated nemesis enjoyed the pleasures of a lush, comfortable bed and all the pleasure that came with it. Reflecting on how perilous her situation had become in just 24 hours mortified Catherine, so she silently stayed in place until Hunter was finished with his disgusting exploits.

Only a few moments later, Catherine heard a long wail of rugged pleasure from the criminal outlaw, a sound that made the blond woman want to vomit. To her surprise, Catherine listened to the garbled gasps of a separate female voice at the end of Hunter’s climax, and she soon saw two red-painted pedicured feet land on the floor beside her cage. Straining her neck to look up at the owner of the feet, she stared up at a completely naked woman, devoid of any hair on her body, including her head, wearing nothing but a black leather strapped harness helping to push her oversized breasts up, with silver hooped piercings on both nipples. The girl’s mouth was forced open as a wide red ring gag was fastened around her head. The bald woman looked back down at the captain inside the cage, wiping a tiny sliver of remaining cum from her lips before sliding her finger along her tongue. The bald woman silently moved toward the door and left the room.

Catherine heard the door of her cage slide upward behind her. The tiny confinement gave her no room to turn around, so she had to crawl backward to remove herself from the limited space. As soon as she escaped the cage, still on her knees, she was greeted by a fully naked Hunter standing directly in front of her, his cock flaccidly hanging, still wet from the unknown woman’s mouth. Before she could remark her displeasure, Hunter spoke. “This motel gets a bad wrap but offers the greatest wake-up call services.” He muttered, clearly referring to the naked woman who had just left the room. He dropped a small cardboard package on top of the cage. “Mr Crane sent you a brand new outfit to wear when we visit. Get yourself cleaned up, and we’ll get you changed.”

Hunter moved to the closet and started getting dressed, leaving Catherine to her own devices. The kneeling blond stood up; she didn’t need any further invitation and bolted toward the bathroom. Locking the bathroom door, she sighed. This was her first moment of privacy since arriving on Dominae. Sitting on the toilet seat, she recalled Hunter’s previous comments. She hated the idea that some man she never met had sent her an outfit, but looking down at her current getup, anything had to be better than this, at least she hoped.

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Hank Crane's Estate

Red Rock - Sapphire Quarter

Catherine stood in the grand estate's entrance foyer in complete awe. She did not come from an underprivileged background. While her parents taught her the critical value of hard work, she was used to getting everything she wanted, including a fast-tracked career. However, she had never seen anything as grand as the mansion she had just entered. While the captain was admiring the grandeur of her surroundings, her criminal companion was paying more attention to her new outfit, something Catherine was trying desperately hard to keep out of her mind.

Even though the plug was thankfully removed from her ass, Catherine found it challenging to believe this was a better choice of outfit than her previous humiliating getup. The outfit was clearly designed around her original UGS captain's uniform but was created to make a mockery out of it rather than pay tribute to it.

Rather than her highly specialized body temperature-regulating spandex material, the outfit looked and felt like it was made of shiny blue rubber. Contrary to traditional rubber clothing, however, this material didn't feel restrictive and allowed the skin to breathe underneath; it was unlike anything Catherine had ever worn before. There was a large window in the chest, completely exposing her breasts again. The fabric conformed around her breasts and tapered into her waist, running down between her legs and over her pert ass.

A unique feature of the alien material was the way it tapered in Catherine's waist, making her appear even more curvaceous than the corset did, despite no feeling of discomfort on her part. The material also pushed her C-cup breasts up and out, giving them the appearance of being at least two cup sizes larger, something that certainly drew Hunter's attention.

Perhaps even more humiliating than having her chest on display was the almost perfectly replicated UGS logo on the waist of the uniform and the nametag below it labeling her as 'Captain Cocksucker.' To make her predicament worse, her legs were encased in blue thigh-length boots, forcing her toes en pointe, the towering 9" heels colored white. Several straps wrapped around each boot, and a closed padlock kept each one in place.

The padlocks were overkill, considering the current incapacitation of Catherine's arms. With the same material encasing her body, the captain's arms were drawn behind her back in a sheathed armbinder, straps wrapping around her shoulders. Her face was still caked in the vivid makeup she had been wearing since the auto closet had applied it.

Forced to take small teetering steps, Catherine slowly followed Hunter and made her way further inside the hallway. Gazing at the wall, she noticed several portraits that made her both curious and revolted. They all represented specific monumental moments in Earth's history. One such picture showed the first female US President, President Elizabeth Hammer, standing at a podium performing her first speech during her inauguration. Beside that iconic image was a portrait of an alternate history, one where the first female President's election rival stood victoriously at the podium instead, with Elizabeth Hammer on her knees, naked, giving the man a blowjob on stage.

Shaking her head, Elizabeth continued forward. Another portrait down the hall took her attention, one she had seen a thousand times before, inspiring her to follow in her family's footsteps. The image was set on the red planet, long before it was colonized, with her great-great-grandmother front and center, proudly planting an American flag into the red soil. It was an image of the first time a human had stepped onto the red planet, and her ancestor was the one to do it, a giant inspiration for women everywhere. The image beside it told an entirely different story. Her young great-great-grandmother was naked, with the steel flag pole impaled inside her exposed pussy, an American flag painted on her face, and a big red ballgag stretching her mouth. She was the American flag, bound and helpless, as several male astronauts posed triumphantly beside her.

Catherine's horror was disturbed by the sound of footsteps echoing in the large corridor, and through a set of large golden double doors, a large rotund man approached them. The man was not young, perhaps in his late fifties, and his dark gray hair was starting to recede. He wore a white shirt designed at least one size too small, with the very bottom of his belly hanging out, and a gold jacket over the top. "Ahh, my guests have arrived, and wearing my gift. How perfect." The man spoke with a distinct, old, refined English accent Catherine didn't expect.

The man approached Hunter and shook his hand in traditional Earth style before coming face to face with the scantily clad captain. Catherine felt uncomfortable and helpless, perched on her toes, with her arms bound behind her. The large man studied her before speaking. "You're not wearing the entire outfit, though. Perhaps I forgot to send it; never mind, I have a spare right here."

Catherine's blue eyes widened in surprise, "No, no, there is no need for tha-nngphh!" Her pleas were interrupted as the shiny blue ball gag pressed between her lips and wedged against her teeth, forcing her mouth wide open. Catherine's helpless arms could do nothing to stop the man from buckling the strap behind her head and fastening it with another padlock. He moved back in front of her and grinned widely. "Ahh, just how I imagined it."

Hunter suppressed a chuckle as he watched the interaction. When she saw it in the motel room, Catherine vehemently refused to wear the gag. Hunter relented, allowing her to have one small victory. He thought about how sweet it was that her small victory was so short-lived. "It's nice to see you again, Mr Crane. We have much to discuss."

The billionaire Hank Crane never took his eyes off Catherine and her body when Hunter spoke but nodded, acknowledging every word. "Yes, yes. I look forward to getting to know you and Captain Knight here and to hearing your business proposal." The plump man slowly led the two into his personal lounge to commence the meeting.

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Catherine knew she should have been more weary when offered the seat. Keen to give her painful toes some much-needed rest, the blond sat down on the provided steel chair, which quickly sprung into action, pushing her forward and forcing her ballet-heeled feet up behind her. The chair then lowered itself onto the center of the large table in the middle of the room and steadily started rotating. Biting into her gag, it took Catherine a moment to realize that she had been turned into a centerpiece of the table.

Both men were seated on either side of the table, and Catherine was forced to look at each of them in turn as her chair constantly turned at a slow, determined pace. Hunter didn't squander the opportunity to look gleefully into her eyes whenever she faced him. "I had been meaning to test my trophy turner for some time now." Hank told Hunter, "I can't believe an actual real-life Earth girl is the first to demonstrate it." He said with childish excitement.

Hunter smirked, clapping his hands together. "Well, I am sure Captain Knight is honored to be the first woman to try it out." He mocked. "But we have some rather time-sensitive matters to discuss, and I hope we can come to some kind of agreement that would benefit us all."

The rich man nodded, and Hunter started informing him of how they got to this moment. He told Mr Crane of the two crew kidnapped and led to Dominae and how the UGS had enlisted his help to assist Captain Knight in her mission. He spoke about how the two crashlanded on the planet and their meeting with Gronk. Hank 'forgot' to mention how he murdered Catherine's father a few years earlier or how she was the one who captured him. Still, they seemed like minor details to the felon.

Hank Crane was enthralled in the story as though his lifelong fascination had come to life before his eyes. "That's incredible. I had read so many books on women of Earth, but I had started to assume they were works of fantasy. The idea of a world where women hold so much power amuses and intrigues me."

Each rotation compounded Catherine's humiliation further; her large-looking breasts pushed out invitingly. The gag filled her mouth completely, preventing her from correcting any of Hunter's falsehoods or asking her own questions. It confused Catherine how the man was so infatuated with women from Earth, but he chose to have her displayed like a trophy rather than treating her with the respect she deserves.

"So, you want my money. What exactly is in it for me. I'm not a man who's easy to trade with." Crane challenged, but Hunter Reed grinned immediately. "Ohh, I think you will like what I have to offer." He responded.

"Captain Knight here is something of a superstar back on Earth and within her corporation. Her father was a legend, and she is on her way to becoming a supernova herself." Catherine winced at the mention of her father's name, coming from the mouth of the man who killed him. "She has been tasked with doing whatever it takes to bring those women home, and she is willing to offer you an ambassadorial role on Earth."

"Nnmphh!" Catherine yelled out in alarm. She had never been authorized to offer anything of the sort, and there is no chance any nation on Earth would open a Dominae embassy within its borders, not after they find out about its misogynistic culture.

The stout man perked up; the offer interested him greatly. He stood, leaning over the table to shake the bounty hunter's hand. "You have yourself a deal, Mr Reed." The man announced, admiring the rotating beauty before him. He reached out and grabbed one of Catherine's oversized breasts, causing a muffled protest to escape her gag. Her protests didn't curb him, and he fondled her until she rotated away from his hand. "She is a beauty, although, from the history books I read, I expected her tits to be bigger."

Hunter laughed at his remark and stood from his comfortable chair. "Then it's settled. An ambassadorial role to Earth in exchange for the capital to buy 3 slaves at auction." The large man was so busy lusting over Catherine that he almost missed Hunter's words. "Wait, three? You said there were two crew members."

The bounty hunter nodded with a smile before winking at Catherine as she turned to face him. "Yes, Mr Crane. But to even get through the door, I need to donate a slave of my own. Captain Knight here will also be going up for auction, and I will need to buy her back, too." The captain's eyes widened, her blond hair flailing as she shook her head wildly. "Nnghhh Nphhh!!" She yelled out in protest. They hadn't discussed putting her up for auction. That had certainly not been part of the plan.

"Very well, it's a deal. I very much look forward to seeing Captain Knight here on the auction block in a few days." He gave Catherine's bulging breasts one more long caress before concluding the meeting. She shook her head in disbelief; things were going from bad to worse for her.