Chapter Six - A Night On The Town

Motel 69 - Hell’s Alley

Catherine was awoken by some kind of commotion in the parking lot outside her motel room. She sat up urgently and listened, but the hostile, arguing voices started to quieten, signaling that the threat was moving away from her. She stretched her naked body out on the comfortable king-sized bed. Hunter had left to explore the city, and the nude captain used the opportunity to get some much-needed rest outside of her cage. She also needed to be alert, as a housekeeper walking in on her sprawled out on her ‘Master’s’ bed would cause them a whole heap of trouble.

She slid off the bed and stood up, stretching her arms, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She was entirely naked, except for the Kitty collar fastened snugly around her neck. Her long blond hair was loose, and her makeup looked as fresh and whorish as the moment she left that damn autocloset a few days ago.

Catherine looked over at the chest of drawers but knew attempting to rummage through them was pointless. Every drawer in this room was locked, and the room key was required to unlock them. They were only given one key, and it was currently in that asshole Hunter’s possession.

It had been three days since Captain Knight was used as a revolving trophy inside Hank Crane’s manor. Hunter seemed content to allow her to hide inside the motel room until the auction day. Catherine sighed; that day was tomorrow. She was risking everything with this plan, but there was no obvious alternative. If Captain Henley and Lieutenant Shaw were sold tomorrow, the chances of finding them again would be close to zero.

Soon after relieving herself in the bathroom, she stepped back inside the motel bedroom just in time to hear the clicking of the door unlock. Hunter stepped through the door, and his lips contorted into a wide smile as he enjoyed the view of the naked captain before him. He licked his lips, “Mmm, I love the sight of a naked blond when I walk through the door.” He teased her.

Catherine rolled her eyes and shook off his comment. She had given up on using her hands to cover herself. Hunter kept the drawers locked, and the only clothing she had was just as humiliating as standing naked. “Have you been drinking?” she growled back at him, glancing at the empty green bottle in his hand.

The convicted felon looked down at his bottle and tossed it into the trash. “I was just catching up with some old friends, seeing as we will be leaving soon.” He grinned, eying up the bare C-cup breasts on display for him. “I cashed in a favor and secured us safe transport once we save your friends.” He grinned. Catherine actually felt a smatter of gratitude towards the obnoxious man, which nauseated her a little. As much as she hated him, and he clearly enjoyed her situation, he took this mission seriously. Finally, she could see a light at the end of the tunnel.

Hunter approached the nude woman and dropped a gold-colored piece of plastic, roughly the shape of a credit card, on the bed next to her. “Anyway, as this is our final night before we get your friends back, I’ve decided that you need to see a little more of Dominae life. Maybe you can write a book about it when you return home.” He chuckled. Catherine picked up the gold card, which appeared to be an invitation. “I’ve landed us an invitation to SnapJacks Casino. They have a free draw tonight.”

Catherine raised her eyebrow at him. Why would he think she would interested in visiting anywhere on this disgusting planet with him? “A prize draw? Why would I care? I’m not stepping foot outside this room until I have to.”

Hunter sat on the bed beside her and placed a hand on her bare knee, which Catherine promptly pushed away. “Look, I’ve allowed you to stay couped up in here for 3 days now. It would be unhealthy if the next time you saw another human being, you were being sold to me in an auction.” He grinned at his statement. “I’m not taking no for an answer. We are going out, and you will see what a real Friday night looks like on Dominae.”

The captain rubbed her hands together. She didn’t like the sound of any of this, but her companion was insistent. She was relying on him to help her save her comrades, and she couldn’t bear the thought of him getting cold feet at the death. She knew she was going to have to appease him. “Ok, ok,” She started, standing up from the end of the bed. “I will go on two conditions.”

Hunter grinned at her response and raised an eyebrow, waiting for her conditions. “First, I’m not wearing those damn outfits you had me in before. Get me some normal clothes. And second, you will not put a fucking gag in my mouth.” She spoke with the same fire she had as captain of the ship, a fire that had been lacking recently. “I am sick to death of wearing those gags!” She finished.

Her male companion tried hard not to laugh. He hadn’t seen that demanding side of her in a while, and Hunter was pleased it still existed. He silently stood and stepped over to the chest of drawers, using his room key to unlock the top drawer. He removed a set of clothes and dumped them on the bed. “I gotta say, ‘normal clothes’ is a highly subjective term. This is the best you are going to get around here. I agree to your conditions. Now get dressed, and let’s have some fun.”

Catherine scowled at the man. She wouldn’t be enjoying herself until she got off this godforsaken planet. Collecting the outfit from the bed, she angrily marched to the bathroom to get changed. Hunter folded his arms and chuckled to himself as he watched her disappear.

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SnapJacks Casino - Sapphire Quarter

Catherine stood uncomfortably in her heels and tugged at her new skirt as she examined the large casino logo ahead of her. The outfit was far more comfortable and respectable than anything she had worn since landing on this planet. However, it still reminded her of slutwear she would see worn by man-hungry whores looking for some cock every weekend.

She wore a sparkly yellow spandex boobtube which actually covered her assets, a luxury she hadn’t been afforded for several days. The top kept her arms, shoulders, and midriff bare, but it was something Catherine could deal with. She wore a matching spandex skirt, which almost reached all the way down to her knees. While she wasn’t given any panties to wear, the skirt succeeded in hiding her most private areas. The outfit concluded with sensible 3” bright yellow block-heeled sandals.

Hunter stepped up next to her, enjoying the fact that his partner felt relatively comfortable in this outfit after what she had been forced to wear over the last week. She wouldn’t be seen dead wearing this back home. “Ready to head in?” He asks her.

Catherine took a deep breath. If Hunter behaved himself, there may be a chance of her actually enjoying the evening. She nodded but stared in shock when Hunter clipped a leash to the front of her collar. He pulled the leash taut to his hand and clicked a button on the back of the collar. “Wha- aghhh!” Catherine exclaimed in horror. Her bright, glossy lips stretched wider and wider and refused to close. Within a matter of seconds, the captain was stuck with her mouth wide open in a sexy O shape. She looked at Hunter in bewilderment.

“I told you I wouldn’t put a gag in your mouth, but I still need to make sure you don’t say anything that will land me in jail. We are so close, I can’t risk it.” He whispered in her ear. Catherine moved her hands up to her wide-open mouth and attempted to force her jaw shut, but nothing would work. “Now, there’s one more thing,” he grinned. “The slave entrance is a little small,” he remarked before tugging her leash violently towards the ground, forcing Catherine to drop to her hands and knees. Before she could react, the tormenting companion dropped to one knee beside her and murmured in her ear again. “Kitty, you will not attempt to return to your feet until I give you permission.”

“Aghh!” she cried out in humiliation. She immediately tried to ignore his command but was treated with intense pain in the back of her head when she attempted to stand. The collar was going to make sure she obeyed his direction. The blond woman felt the leash tug at her collar again as Hunter started heading toward the casino. His strength was too much, and she eventually had no choice but to follow.

Crawling on the red carpet outside SnapJacks Casino, they were halted by a bulky, topless man wearing tight leather pants and military-style black boots. Hunter handed the man his gold card, and the man waved them both in. Catherine shook her head when she saw the entrance; there was a large revolving door that allowed the men and some women to enter, and there was a large cat flap to the side. They expected her to crawl through the cat flap. When Hunter dropped her leash to allow her through, she half considered crawling away as fast as she could, but she knew it wouldn’t do her any good, so she took a deep breath and crept through.

Catherine was alarmed at the single sound of an alarm above her head as she humiliatingly made her way inside the casino. Her eyes were almost blinded by the bright lights inside the main foyer. Before she had time to look around and examine her surroundings, the leash hanging loosely from her collar was picked by her evil associate. The huge grin on his face unnerved her, and it didn’t take long for her to figure out why he was so smug.

Staring down at her own body, her bare breasts were exposed again. The boobtube top she was wearing before she entered the casino was nowhere to be seen. Her skirt had also disappeared, as were her shoes. She was completely naked save for the collar around her neck. “Agh ahhhh!” She yelped up at him.

“The slave entrance doesn’t permit any unauthorized clothing. Your top and skirt were vaporized when you crawled in.” He explained, “I probably should’ve mentioned that earlier.” He laughed, tugging her leash as he stepped further inside the lobby, not giving his naked pet a chance to react.

Leading her through the foyer, Hunter paused just inside the main casino floor to take in the environment. Catherine strained her neck to look around but wasn’t nearly as excited as her male companion by what she saw. There were rows and rows of gaming machines and smartly dressed men smashing the buttons furiously. That was no different from the casinos back on Earth, but the subservient nature of the women was certainly something new.

Many women were standing next to their male companions, holding their drinks or coats like pieces of furniture. Other women were sitting on the men’s laps with their legs spread, allowing their bare pussy to be rubbed or smacked as the men played. There were other girls on their knees servicing their Master’s with their mouths, while others simply obediently knelt submissively, keeping out of the way.

Women were tottering around on extremely tall platform heels, serving drinks to patrons. They wore a leather harness that exposed the majority of their extremely sensual bodies and had vibrators slipped up their pussy and ass. They each wore large ball gags and had a collar around their neck. Catherine noted that the color of the harness and outfit they wore depended on which section of the casino they were assigned to.

“Aghh,” Catherine cried out with her wide open mouth as Hunter pulled the leash and led her through the commotion. She noticed men staring at her while she crawled the best she could to keep up with the man holding her lead. As she followed, she felt someone’s foot press against her bare abdomen. “Aghhhh!” she squealed out as a man fell over her bare body.

“What the fuck!” Hunter exclaimed as he turned around to watch the unknown man falling over his pet. The man immediately stood up, his cheek blushed with embarrassment, and dusted off his suit.”

“Ohh my god, I’m so sorry, man.” The man apologized. Hunter approached him, looking pissed. “Do you usually tread on another man’s property?” He snapped back at the man, a comment that revolted Catherine.

“Ohh, no. I’m sorry, man. I didn’t see it down there.” The man continued to apologize. The blond captain was more furious at being called an ‘it’ than Hunter’s previous remark. “Here, take this as an apology.” The man handed Hunter a couple of gaming chips before running off in the other direction, not even taking a moment to acknowledge the woman he stepped on. Hunter’s smile grew wider when he examined the chips in his hand, tugging the leash again, “Looks like our luck is already getting started, Kitty.” He spoke down to her before leading her to the gaming tables.

As Hunter sat down at the roulette table, he pulled Catherine to sit between his legs and changed up his two chips. The blond captain couldn’t see anything other than the crotch of Hunter’s denim jeans and had no idea what was going on when she looked up to watch him celebrate. As he got more excited, he leaned into the table further, pushing his crotch up against her open mouth. “Aghhh!” she tried to yell out, but Hunter either couldn’t hear or simply ignored her.

After about an hour, Hunter stood up from the table with a tray full of chips. “Come on, Kitty. It’s our lucky day.” He spoke before pulling her leash and leading her towards the cashier. Before he was able to cash out his chips, he was stopped by a man dressed all in black. He had an air of authority about him and must have been a member of management.

“Pardon me, Sir, but it seems like you had a hell of a winning run.” The man glanced down at Hunter’s chips. “We have just started a high-stakes poker game in the VIP room. I would like to extend an invitation to you…” He glanced down at the naked Catherine, “…and your slave.”

Hunter paused. He made a good living out of his bounty hunting. Still, the convicted criminal had never been able to experience the finer things in life that the upper echelons of society get to enjoy. He looked down at his silent slave. He knew that she would want nothing more than to leave, but this was also his night, and he was going to enjoy it. “Hell, why not? Lead the way!” The convicted bounty hunter declared before dragging Catherine toward the VIP area of the casino.

Hunter was welcomed inside VIP Room 1, and he couldn’t hide the joy on his face at the sight before him. Along one of the walls was a line of women, or at least half of them. They were bent over, naked, with their pussy and ass exposed and the upper half of their body trapped on the other side of the wall, keeping them in place. Some of the women had fresh cum seeping out of their exposed orifices, and one slave was on her knees licking a pussy clean.

The same slave girl waitresses that were on the main floor circled the VIP room, too, although they were wearing gold harnesses and wore ring gags instead. There was one poker game taking place, and a gorgeous redhead was displayed in the center of the table. She wore a thick black collar, and her breasts were exposed, showing off her beautiful pierced nipples. Her arms were tight bound behind her back, and a large black ball gag pushed deep inside her mouth. The expression in the redhead’s eyes was anxious, and Hunter idly wondered if she was included in the pot.

Hunter was seated at a table with six other gentlemen already in their place. Each of them had a slave kneeling between their legs. Hunter followed the custom and directed Catherine back between his legs. He smiled down at her, but her eyes scowled back at him. Her wide open mouth certainly looked inviting, though.

The bounty hunter placed his collected chips on the table, and the dealer started issuing cards. The dealer was a hooded slave, completely naked from the neck down. She held a bit between her teeth, and her nipples were clamped, with a chain fastening them to the table. A man with folded arms stood directly behind her, obviously in place to correct the slave’s mistakes and solve any disputes.

The game started, and Hunter had an early bout of luck, winning the first two modest pots. He kept his comments short and brief. These men were some of the wealthiest people in the city, and he didn’t want to ruin the plan by giving away why he was in town. His pile of chips slowly began to grow as the game progressed.

An hour into the game, and it was starting to get late. Two of the players had already busted out and left the table. The fat man sat opposite Hunter exuded authority. He made his money hunting down women in the more liberal rural communities and bringing them into the city to sell. He leaned back on his chair and studied the bounty hunter as they played. “You haven’t played much high-stakes poker around here, have you, Hunter?” The man bellowed out.

Hunter raised an eyebrow, playing with one of the chips in his hand, with his other hand tightly gripping Catherine’s leash. “Why would you think that?” He responded, wanting to know where this man was taking this conversation before committing to an answer.

The man laughed and ran a hand through his balding dark hair. “Well, you have a beautiful slave there desperate for something to suck, and you still have your cock hidden under your pants.” He mocked. Catherine had managed to zone out throughout most of the game, but the man’s crude comment startled her. “If you don’t want to use her, I’d happily take her off your hands for a few hours.” The man grinned. Hunter was known for being calm and collected under pressure, but being in the presence of these influential men put him on edge.

He looked down at Catherine’s gaping mouth and noticed her shake her head wildly; she knew what he was thinking. Hunter made a snap decision and unbuttoned his pants, and fished out his semi-erect cock. He may never get a valid opportunity again to have the woman who captured him and locked him up wrap her pouty lips around his shaft. Hunter gripped hold of her gorgeous, loose blond locks. “Aghhh…” she growled out, but the bounty hunter ignored her pleas and pushed her head between his legs.

Catherine immediately tasted Hunter’s fleshy member on her tongue and moaned out, but his head kept her in position. Her lips suddenly seemed to close, making a smaller hole until her mouth was tightly sealed around his cock. Hunter then used his free hand to push the captain’s head up and down before resuming the game.

The fat man, named Tyson Darkwood, bellowed in laughter. “I guess that means you reject my offer. That’s a shame,” he spoke to Hunter. “She’s a pretty one. She could use some bigger tits for sure, but she sure is pretty.” Catherine could barely focus on the men talking about her like a piece of meat with her own piece of meat to deal with between her lips. She had no choice but to follow Hunter’s direction and please the man while they played cards.

After that, Hunter’s luck began to move south. Perhaps the men at the table had finally gained a read on him, or maybe his pet’s lips wrapped around his dick distracted him too much, but hand after hand, he witnessed his stacks begin to dwindle.

Eventually, he was left with just $4,000, double what the clumsy man had handed him on the gaming floor, but only a fraction of the cash he had won earlier in the night. He looked at the pair of aces in his hand. He had a Full House with the three Jacks lined up on the board, and his chances of losing his hand were slim.

Darkwood took his time before making his decision. “$50,000 bet.” He announced, throwing his chips out in front of him. His bold bet forced the other two to fold before the decision rested on Hunter. He didn’t need to think too long before making his decision. He would likely not have such a strong hand all night. “Well, I only have 4K left, but I guess I’m all in with that.” He responded with confidence.

There was a long silence before the intimidating Tyson cracked a hearty laugh, and the two other players followed suit. Hunter raised an eyebrow in confusion until Darkwood looked him up and down. “Have you never played SnapJack rules before? You can’t just go in with your paltry 4K. You either match my bet, or you fold.” He looked deeply into Hunter’s eyes as he finished that sentence.

Hunter Reed shuddered, partly from the pleasure he was receiving from his companion’s mouth but also from the lack of respect the large businessman gave him. He was on the verge of throwing his cards in when Tyson stopped him. “However, I see something of value you could offer me.” Gently licking his lower lip while staring at the blond mess of hair bobbing on the bounty hunter’s cock. “If your hand truly is that good, I’ll allow you to throw your slave into the bargain to cover the difference. The fire in her eyes reminds me of those girls in the villages, very alluring.”

Jack peeked at his hand. He was almost sure his hand would trump Mr Darkwood’s, but it was a huge risk that would jeopardize the entire plan. Catherine only heard half of the conversation, but she had listened enough to know the offer on the table. She looked up pleadingly as she continued to bob on his hard cock.

That wide-eyed look on her face was enough to push Hunter over the edge, and he couldn’t stop the stream of cum from shooting down her throat as he climaxed. The blond woman’s eyes transformed from begging to surprise when her throat accepted his orgasm and started swallowing his load. It took several moments before Hunter relented his hand on her head, and the orgasm washing over him began to subside.

The remaining players watched amusingly as the man finished inside his slave’s mouth before making his decision. When it appeared as though Hunter had cooled down, Tyson Darkwood spoke up again. “Very good. Now, do we have a deal?”

Hunter took his time withdrawing Catherine’s mouth from his crotch and sliding his cock back inside his pants. Once he did, he looked down at the beautiful open-mouthed blond one more time; her mouth had stretched wide open into a large O shape again after it slipped away from his cock. The brunette bounty hunter sighed profoundly and threw his cards into the middle of the table, collecting his $4,000. Standing up from the table, he tugged Catherine’s leash. “Thank you for the game, gentlemen. I think I’ll keep my slave for now.” He says confidently. Tyson Darkwood narrowed his eyes and huffed as he watched them leave the VIP room. He lifted a hand and beckoned one of his henchmen closer before whispering in the man’s ear.

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Outside SnapJacks Casino - Sapphire Quarter

After they left the casino, Catherine noticed that she was still naked, her mouth was still wide open, and she was still unable to get off her hands and knees. Hunter led her down the steps of the grand entrance and past the transportation bay. Her eyes widened up at him as her hands and knees struggled to keep up. Hunter noticed her concerned expression and chuckled down at her. “It’s a nice night out. I thought you would like a little walk.” He mocked her. She garbled as many insults as she could at him, but none were intelligible, with her mouth pried open.

It was late, and the streets were mostly empty. Those who were out had obviously had a few drinks and stared hungrily at the naked blond when they walked past. Some men even offered Hunter money to spend time with her, but he thankfully declined.

About 20 minutes into the ‘walk’, Catherine’s knees were killing her. She knew she would come to resent accepting Hunter’s offer of a night out, but the blond seriously underestimated how much she would regret it.

Hunter suddenly stopped outside a small store on a well-maintained street. Catherine had no idea where they were, but it seemed much cleaner than Hell’s Alley. She looked up at her tormentor, curiously wondering why they had stopped.

“I haven’t been frank with you about why I needed to take you out tonight, Kitty,” Hunter crouched and spoke softly to his crawling companion. Catherine didn’t like the sound of where this was heading. “I can’t just rock up to the Gilded Lounge tomorrow with a slave and enter her into the auction; there is a process.” Catherine shuddered at the mention of a process.

“I have to register you at least 12 hours before the auction, and you need to be prepared by a qualified auction preparation unit.” Catherine shook her head wildly as he continued speaking. She didn’t want to be prepared for anything. “I knew you wouldn’t step outside that motel room if I had told you the truth. Don’t worry. I’ve only set you up for the basic package, and I’ve set a minimum reserve price for you; that should put a lot of potential bidders off.”

Without giving her a chance to swallow this new information, Hunter pulled Catherine’s leash and led her inside the ‘Gilded Lounge Slave Preparation Facility’. Once inside, they were greeted by a charming middle-aged man, and Hunter handed him a card. “I am here to prepare my slave for auction. My details are on that card.”

The man took the card and smiled, pushing back his glasses on his nose. “Excellent. I love it when a slave owner comes prepared.” The man started typing the information into his console, which was displayed in front of his desk. Name: Catherine Knight. Nickname: Kitty. Reserve Price: $20,000. Prep Package: Basic.

“Aghhh,” Catherine tried to interject, but her retorts were still useless. Once the man had finished processing her information, he pressed enter on his keyboard and sent the details to a waiting Slave Preparation Unit. Hunter turned to watch the tall, slim box open up. “When you are ready, place your slave in the SPU. You must remove her collar; once the registration is complete, she will no longer belong to you.”

The bounty hunter slowly crouched down and whispered to his startled blond partner. “Look, if you want your friends back, you’re going to have to trust me.” He whispered, but she didn’t trust him at all. “Now, Kitty, stand up and enter the open Slave Preparation Unit. Once inside, do not move until I instruct you otherwise.”

Catherine shuddered, suddenly able to rise up off her knees. In fact, her body leaped up to her feet before she even thought about it. She felt the painful shocks of the collar when she attempted to resist her command but knew she could do nothing but helplessly walk towards the unit. Suddenly she was inside the black box and found she couldn’t move.

With a click, she suddenly felt air on her neck as the collar had come loose. She had been wearing that control collar since she left Walter Crow’s house a week ago. She also found that she could move again, and her mouth was free, no longer bound by the collar’s instructions. However, before she could turn around, the box closed behind her, trapping her in. The inside of the unit was pitch black and barely large enough for her to move an inch, forcing her to keep her hands by her side.

When the prep unit closed, Hunter sighed. He was going to have to spend a night not looking at that sexy body trapped inside her cage, but it was only for one night, he thought as he left the store.

“Let me out!” Catherine tried to bang on the box, but it was extremely soundproof. After a moment, a display appeared in front of the trapped blond, listing the exact details the man had typed into the console. Next to the information was a countdown, starting at 10 and moving down each second.

Catherine closed her eyes, but after a few more seconds, nothing happened. Reopening her eyes, the captain found the machine had frozen on number two; had it malfunctioned? She banged against the side of the box again before a mechanical feminine voice announced through the speaker above her. “Countdown stalled. Last-minute alterations made by Gilded Lounge Donor #36.”

Catherine gasped. Last-minute alterations? Did Hunter alter something after the door closed? Who was Donor #36? As these questions flooded her mind, the blond stared in horror as the information displayed slowly changed. Name: Anon-416. Nickname: Slave Maid. Reserve Price: $0. Prep Package: Full Rubber Maid (All The Trimmings). The countdown started again, and Catherine banged wildly against the sides of the machine until it hit zero.

Her eyes widened when she heard the machine whir up and coming to life. In the tight, confined space, Catherine could see two thin appendages extract from the machine and start spraying a sticky liquid on her naked body. The sticky liquid was jet-black and made of the unique rubber substance she was put into at Hank Crane’s manor. One of the robotic arms started spraying over her face, while the other started at her feet.

Catherine felt the liquid start to solidify moments after touching her skin, constricting against her forehead, around her eyes, over her nose, and further down her face. At the same time, her feet were forced onto their toes as jet-black rubber ballet heels were formed. Moving further up, her legs were totally encased in the jet-black substance before the paintbrush focused on her groin. Taking a lot of time, it painted inside her pussy. Catherine gasped sharply, feeling the rubber swell inside of her before also enlarging inside her ass. They were painting rubber dildos inside her orifices.

The upper appendage finished on her face and moved down to her neck, taking more time to create a rigid, thick black collar that forced her to look directly ahead of her. Moving down, it covered her chest, turning her breasts into glossy black masterpieces, with her rubbery black nipples visible. The lower paintbrush finished filling up her pussy and butthole and continued upwards over her midriff. Her arms were forced behind her back by a solid mechanical arm, and they were fused together as the machine painted a tight rubber armbinder over them.

Once the machine had finished its work, Catherine was a glossy black figure. Even her blond hair was hidden entirely. The only parts of her body left untouched were her lips and eyes. As if on cue, one of the mechanical arms pried her lips open, and another paintbrush sprayed inside her mouth, creating a large latex ball that would be impossible for Catherine to push out with her tongue.

The paintbrushes were withdrawn, and various accessories were placed on her body. A black leash was clipped on the rubber D-ring on the thick collar, a black and white maid cap sat on top of her jet-black bald head, and a frilly white apron was slipped over her waist. A pair of leather shackles were strapped to each of her ankles, with a small chain connecting them together.

There was no mirror for Catherine to view herself, but she looked like an anonymous rubber maid. The only sign that an actual human was trapped inside was her desperate blue eyes staring through the eye holes. “Mmmmp!” She tried to scream, but the ball filled her mouth so much that her sounds were mutes. Just as the screen in front of her disappeared, the new rubber dildos inside her pussy and ass started to vibrate gently, and a door ahead of her began to slide open.

Distracted by the sudden vibrations in her crotch, she failed to react when a mechanical arm grabbed the leash hanging between her latex breasts and started guiding her out of the box. Catherine struggled to balance with her feet forced en pointe and the chain obliging her to make tiny, mincing steps. Eventually, she was led to a tall, thin metal cage, where she was forced inside, and the door slammed shut behind her.

With nowhere to go and no one to plead to, Catherine looked around the storage unit. Her eyes widened as she saw various women trapped in horrendous outfits and painful positions; were these all going to be sold at the auction tomorrow? She prepared to close her eyes, having seen more than enough when her blue eyes made a startling discovery directly in front of her.

She watched two women, their bare bodies visible for everyone to see. There was a harness that strapped over their torsos, although keeping their breasts and pussys bare. Their nipples were pierced, with a metal chain connecting one nipple to the other. They wore strict posture collars and harnesses strapped over their head, with blinders on either side of their face and a thick black bit wedged between each of their teeth. Their arms were bound behind their back with cuffs attached to the harness. On their feet, they each wore modified hooves, keeping their heels suspended in the air in a position Catherine assumed was even more painful than her own predicament. The harness around their waist was connected to ensure the two women moved together as one.

However, the two women caught her attention not because of how they were prepared but because she recognized their faces. She bit against the massive ball in her mouth as she stared at Captain Emma Henley and Lieutenant Nicola Shaw dressed up as matching ponygirls. “Mpphh!” She tried to scream out to get their attention, making as much noise as possible in the hope they would look her way.

Lieutenant Shaw eventually looked up at Catherine, but her eyes showed no recognition. The blond captain was dressed up like an anonymous doll, and there was no way for her to get a message out to the bound ponygirls. Who had changed the specification to dress Catherine like this? Had someone planned this out? Despite Hunter’s antics, he had been taking this mission seriously. Catherine knew she needed to trust the convicted criminal knew what he was doing, and that all three women would be free again after the auction tomorrow. This had to work.