Objectification in Space

[Dactile]

"You think you took things too far?" Tineye said leaning against the wall "Do you know what I did to 021- I mean DJ? Sure we had to get the ship running, but I may have crossed a line there!"

Tineye was exhausted mentally, physically and emotionally. The day was over, and she felt like she could let her tiredness show. Besides, this was the ship's counselor wasn't it?

"And you know what? I think I liked it. Like, I REALLY liked it." she said putting a hand to her forehead as she focused on breathing in a corset "And... I think she liked it. That or she gets used to things quickly."

"Wait," she said looking sideways at Ziza "You 'know' you're 'supposed' to help me dominate the prisoners? I'm not sure we're 'supposed' to be doing anything here. We've just been handed a really strange situation and we're trying to cope... Are counselors actually trained for situations like this?"

[teh603]

Ziza blinked. That was exactly what she wasn't expecting. She thought for a moment, then said, "Well... maybe. Normally its consensual. The person has a need for a dominant figure, and the counselor is able to satisfy that need. As for liking dominating them... that's a relatively normal feeling, but again when used consensually. Our two prisoners haven't actually consented. The one we captured might never consent. DJ, on the other hand, needs to consent because if she doesn't then we all get stranded and she doesn't want that any more than we do. Then again..." she trailed off, "Its possible the ship has found a way to integrate her as well that we just aren't aware of yet. It sure thinks I do; my visor says I'm supposed to be dominating them, but still submitting to you."

She sighed. "Think we ought to sit down in your quarters and talk this over where we can be more comfortable?"

[Dactile]

"Sure, why not?" Tineye said leading the way towards her quarters.

Tineye was not prepared for what her room would have in store. She didn't have many personal effects, but now the room was filled with 'toys'. Riding crops, paddles, and nearly ever type of binding imaginable hung from every wall and fixture. It was all immaculately arranged in the most space efficient way possible. Of course that also meant that just about every vertical surface had something hanging on it. The flat surfaces were suspiciously clean. Though some of them were oddly shaped. Tineye recognized with a little cringe that the indentations seemed meant to take people in them. This was definitely a dominatrix lair.

The captain shook her head and sat on her bed, putting her head in her hands.

[teh603]

Ziza sat down in a mistress' chair with mounting rings for kneeling slaves. It was made of synthetic black leather and carbon fiber, and looked downright wicked.

"I'm not trained for nonconsensual domination," she said with a sigh, "And I was about to ask you to punish me for it, but it looks like we're both neck-deep in it as it is. The nanobots thrust this upon us, so we might as well make lemonade. The big wildcard is our new catch. She's not used to being part of a crew, or even proper hygene. I'm worried she'll take things the wrong way and try to make trouble."

[Dactile]

Tineye sighed and lay back on the bed. Her eyes resting on the reflection of herself in the large mirror over it. In the reflection she saw a now familiar sight, a chain propelling itself across the floor. Using it's manacles like feet to 'walk' it's way to a basket that lay at the foot of the bed, where it curled itself up for the night.

"So, consensual you say?" Tineye said, sitting up with some difficulty due to the corset. "Maybe we can just help each other then?" she slowly plucked a riding crop from the headboard. She felt... something as she looked at the councelor, the woman who would ask to be punished.

[teh603]

"Consent is the core of how it normally goes," Ziza said as she slid off the chair in one sinuous motion and knelt at the feet of her captain. The chain/puppy/snake seemed to be listening as well, although it could've just liked that pose. "I consent to submit to your dominance. You consent to dominate me. A slave consents to be enslaved by his mistress, and the mistress consents to take him as her slave."

She paused. "I just don't know what the ship's plan for them or us is. It might tell you, but it won't tell me. I don't have access to everything that I need to know. I'm only one step above a prisoner. The ship doesn't even let me have my own room anymore." She looked up at Tineye, and blushed. "I'm... your slave... mistress," she managed to choke out, "Do with me what you will, as long as you don't cause permanent harm or illness."

[Dactile]

"Okay," Tineye said taking a deep breath. "Lets start simple. Stand up, bend over and grab your ankles."

When Ziza left the captain's quarters she would have a lovely little set of marks on her rump. Each a testament to Tineye's beginning attempts at using a crop. Some were redder than others, and the spacing was a bit strange, but all in all it was still quite painful. She was told to enter her pod and set the release timer for nine hours. And... to set her straps to a level of strictness a notch higher than the prisoners.

[teh603]

As she walked to her pod, Ziza had an unusual gait. She always did after being cropped, spanked, or beaten. And this time, the back of her chastity belt would provide no way for her to hide them. She followed the settings the captain had given her; nine hours, and one strictness setting higher than the prisoners. They were on one of the lower settings anyway. The pod self-locked as she entered, and seemed to pause for at least a count of fifteen. The ship had a lot more options for restraining her than the other prisoners, and needed time to settle on just what could work, and then to choose the specific plan from a few dozen possibilities.

And then it grabbed her by the field emitters in her cuffs, slamming her fairly hard into a kneeling position, and onto a pair of small force field pads. A bar slid across the bottom of the pod, locking her knees in place, while the field emitters pulled her wrists above her head and back making her whole body arch. The muzzle turned on, gagging her, and her visor turned opaque to block her vision. All the fields were a soothing blue color. A second bar locked down her ankles.

She managed to get to sleep after a lot of squirming, but she slept extremely well. The nanobots had added a delta inducer implant to help keep her knocked out once she had gone to sleep naturally. Ziza couldn't control it, and neither could Tineye although the captain could deny her sleep altogether through her control key.

[Dactile]

Tineye couldn't quite go to sleep. The day had been exhausting, but also very stimulating, and confusing. Now that the day was over the corset came off easily enough. Neatly splitting off of her as she inspected one of the seams. The boots came off in a similar fashion. Looking through her drawers however she didn't find much suitable for sleeping. Finally finding a pair of panties and a silk robe. Both were deep purple, but the robe was as good as transparent at the same time. Still, she wasn't used to sleeping naked, so it would have to do. While searing for clothes she came across a lot of her new 'toys'. Sleep still a ways off, and curiosity getting the better of her, she lay a few of them out on the nightstand.

"Well," she said picking up a purple ballgag "If I'm going to use these on the crew... I might as well see what it feels like."

She pushed the gag into her mouth and latched it into place. Well, that wasn't so bad. Next came the chains. She took a simple pair of shackles, apparently handcuffs were too pedestrian for this ship, and slowly clicked them closed over each wrist. Making sure the keys were close by of course. She then moved on to her feet, wishing she'd done that first as the chains gave her trouble. All in all it was a simple binding. Nothing really serious. She sat for a few minuets testing the restrictions on her movement. Getting up and pacing back and forth in the cabin a few times. She could see why the girls might like this. She preferred being on the other side however...

When she was done she went to retrieve the keys from the nightstand, and they were gone. Her eyes went wide and she franticaly looked around the room. Soon spotting them in the 'mouth' of their new chain pet.

"Hrmph!" she said. It's only response was to playfully shift away from her.

She lunged after the keys, but it easily slipped out of her reach. It was a slippery enough critter when she wasn't bound. Now? Well it could probably keep this 'game' up as long as it wanted. And it did. She spent several minuets trying to catch the creature, but it always got away. Even teasing her by doing things like slipping between her feet when she tried to lunge for it. Finally, Tineye had to give up. Maybe the chain would get bored if she just left it alone. Now fully exhaused she staggered on fettered legs to her bed. Laying down with a huff. She waited for the sound of the chain dropping the keys and going to it's own basket... that wasn't quite what happened.

Before she knew it the thing had slithered into her bed. It's cool links running up her back and over her shoulder. It's shackles clamped above the ones already in place and pulled her hands up and over her head. She could feel it close it's "mouth" around her neck, collaring her, and her wrists were drawn to the back of that collar. It snatched her feet easily enough, and pulled them up into one of it's favorite positions, a good old fashioned hogtie.

Tineye squirmed and tried to scream through the gag, but even if she could make enough noise, could anyone come to her rescue? Eventually resigning herself to this fate, the captain sighed and tried to get some sleep. The ship's mascot snuggled up against her, happy as a clam. A clam that had a pearl firmly in it's grip.

[pbflyboy]

Nix ran several diagnostics of the new systems as she sat, imprisoned at her post. For being revamped and cobbled together, everything was working fantastically. Scans revealed no hazards in the area, and the course was set. She did a security sweep of the ship, the cams relaying visual information directly to her processors. Both the Prisoners and Councilor Ziza were secured in their holding pods, fast asleep. All Bio-functions normal. She cycled through the cams until she came to the Captain's cabin, where she observed some odd behavior. The Captain, partially restrained, was moving frantically around her cabin. It took Nix a moment to realize she was chasing the sentient shackles, and only a moment longer to realize it held a key, most likely to the Captain's current situation, in it's neck cuff/collar/mouth. A human might have been amused, Nix was merely fascinated, and continued to watch. Finally the Captain gave up and reclined on her bed. Nix registered no danger as the shackles quickly subdued the Captain further, but there was a brief ping from her dominant pseudo-personality. It meant nothing to Nix of course, but a human might have called it delight. The Captain quickly fell asleep. all bio-functions normal, and Nix returned her attetion to scanning the space around them, until the end of her shift.