Chapter 17 – Preparing for Departure
This is a work of erotic fiction. If that isn’t your thing, please spend your time elsewhere instead of reading it. It may contain strong adult content such as bondage, dominance, and sex. It’s also a work of complete fiction. Any resemblance it bears to real people or events is entirely coincidental.
Andrea’s breathing showed that she was starting to wake, but Roger decided to speed things up by giving her a kiss. He had moved her to the bed from the chair and removed her hood, so the sleep inducers were no longer in the right position to keep her under at all. She began returning the kiss almost automatically, then with a bit more passion, then stopped and snapped her eyes open, pulling back slightly in surprise as her body started telling her she was restrained somehow. Roger stroked her cheek and just gave her a moment to adjust, which happened almost immediately.
The confusion and fear in her eyes vanished, and she almost lunged to kiss him again, lingering for a moment before pulling away and giggling. “Surprise! You like it?” Her face reflected confusion again when she noticed her position and she looked down to inspect herself, which he let her do without speaking. She looked back at him with a twinkle in her eye. “Already playing, I see?”
Roger had decided to experiment with the controls before waking her. The straightjacket arms had transformed to regular sleeves, after he lay her on her back, then he had rolled her over onto her stomach and placed them behind her, wrists crossed roughly at the small of her back. Then he’d had the suit pull her arms up into a relatively relaxed box-tie, the material flowing to create a bag around her arms that closed and then shrank to create a tube of material that held them firmly. Straps had appeared close to both elbow so that she could move and stretch a little but couldn’t pull her arms more than about a half an inch away from her back. The amount of control the suit had over the material was impressive, as was the material’s strength. He experimentally tried to hold one of her arms where he’d positioned it, only to have the contraction of the suit inexorably draw it into the tie he’d configured.
Once that was done, he rolled her over again and made some more alterations – the interface provided a gallery of common configurations one could add or subtract with ease, so the process was quite simple. First, he had added a corset that slimmed her waist by just an inch or so – there was no need to make her think he wanted her thinner, which wouldn’t have been true in the first place. But when combined with the lacy demi-cup bra he selected to top it, her already attractive figure was pleasingly enhanced. A semi-circular opening appeared to reveal the top of her breasts and cleavage, as did short heels for her boots. Not being a fashion maven, he’d been careful to select styles that mirrored things he’d seen her wear before. Finally, he’d retracted the hood.
He grinned. “You leave me a toy like this and I’m not supposed to play with it at least a little?”
She laughed and sat up, scooting towards the edge of the bed. “I’ve got to find a mirror. I think I saw a couple of these while we were shopping, but I’m dying to see if what I thought it would look like was right.”
Roger pointed towards the bathroom, which had a full-length mirror opposite the sinks. He followed her and asked “How did you know I’d been playing? You were asleep.”
“They have you set a default configuration when you register your servant, which I did for you and Ken. This isn’t what I selected. Oh, my. This thing really hugs my curves, doesn’t it?”
Roger couldn’t help but chuckle as she turned completely around in the mirror, inspecting her new look. When she stopped, she looked over her shoulder at him and pretended to look mad.
“I like the heels and the bra, but a corset? I’m not sure I appreciate the implied message there.”
He stepped over to her and hugged her around the waist from behind. “The only message is that it helps emphasize all the right things. Particularly these,” he said as his hand drifted up to gently cup her right breast before returning to her waist.
She continued to look angry for a moment, only to laugh and try to turn around in his arms. He loosened his grip enough to make that easy, then pulled her close as she pushed up against him to kiss him deeply.
“Your parents took this cruise?” He asked when it ended.
She turned in his arms again and shifted her weight from one foot to the other so that each leg was stretched individually for examination. “Oh, they could never afford a suite that included this type of suit, but they got to see them and even see some get put to use. I’m willing to bet they rented one of the cheaper suits for a day or two, but they weren’t going to tell me and I really don’t want to know.”
She leaned back into him again, squirming a bit because she could. “These things are nearly a state secret. The model I’m in is only available as a part of a cruise package, and they’re pricey enough that they’re only for the luxury suites, one and only one per bedroom, please!”
Roger moved his hands to her hips and stopped her squirming. “You look amazing and I will very much looking forward to experimenting with the suit more later. But for now, your master has had so much sex with his servant lately that he’d just like a quiet, fairly normal afternoon.”
Andrea pouted at him in the mirror. “I was hoping you’d want to play, but I guess that will have to wait.” With his hands no longer around her waist, it was easy to spin around to face him. “I guess I’ll have to hope I can behave enough to avoid any discipline, hmmm? I might end up waiting around for a while until you’re in the mood for some interactive fun.”
She headed out of the bathroom before he could respond. “Have you seen the rest of the suite yet? Is it as amazing as the pictures?”
He shook his head a bit and headed for the table to recover his drink and the plate of food on his way to the door, so of course she beat him there. When he turned around after retrieving them, she stood by the double doors, looking slightly miffed as she inspected the area. “They aren’t opening. Is there a button that I need to hit? I guess I could use my nose…”
Roger laughed as he walked over, only to have the doors slide open when he approached. “I guess that the doors only work when the master wants them to. That has some possibilities,” he said as he led her through. He purposefully didn’t look as he walked past her, but he was sure he caught her sticking her tongue out at him in his peripheral vision.
The suite was what would be considered an expensive waste of space on any starship that wasn’t a cruise liner. A huge sitting area with a bar, a dining area for eight, a small, but functional and well-stocked kitchen, and a large restroom were all available on the upper floor. The sitting area had couches and chairs that currently faced a massive window, but Roger suspected there was a way to turn them around with some ease – a holo display sat behind opposite the window, which would be a complete waste if they were fixed in position. A cabinet similar to an armoire sat next to the door to the dining room, which looked a little out of place, but Roger recalled seeing the same piece of furniture in the bedroom, so there was probably a good reason for their placement. The kitchen had an additional door exiting the suit with a sign that said “Staff only” in nice, neat letters.
Andrea was practically skipping around the suite, leaving Roger in her wake with every room. He had paused in the kitchen to check out the fridge and cabinets quickly – a nice variety of foods to appeal to a range of tastes – so he heard Ken and Andrea talking as he crossed through the dining room before he could see them.
“So is that why Roger thought I should hurry back? You look fantastic, but it’s not like we haven’t seen that type of thing before.” Roger grinned and paused, still out of sight. He pulled the comm unit from his pocket and hit the shortcut he’d already created for an over-the-mouth gag.
“Well, I think you’ll..Oh!” Andrea’s answer was cut-off as the material flowed up from her neck to cover her mouth, filled her mouth, and then expanded just enough to puff her cheeks a bit. As Roger finally stepped through the door, Ken was starting to move towards her, looking very worried.
“No, that’s why I told you to hurry back. She’s fine – I decided to show you rather than let her tell you.”
Andrea shifted her hips as though she had just put her hands on them angrily and tried to glare at Roger, but he could tell she was smiling behind her gag.
“Wow! That’s…I’m not sure what word to use. The whole suit is like that?”
Andrea nodded and pirouetted for Ken’s benefit as Roger replied. “Yep. It’s incredible material and engineering. You’ll love it.”
Ken looked away from Andrea towards Roger. “So there’s one for each of us? Is that a part of the package or something?”
“One per bedroom,” Roger said. Andrea giggled into her gag at his response. “Yours is waiting for you.”
Ken turned and headed for the stairs. “Then I’d better hide it before Amy gets it on me and refuses to let me out.”
Andrea started to follow him, but Roger managed to stop her at the top of the stairs. He hugged her from behind, kissed her rubber covered neck, and waited. It took less than thirty seconds for Ken to reappear.
“Holy crap! You didn’t mean one suit per bedroom, you meant one woman in a suit per bedroom. That’s Amy in there, right?”
Andrea had nodded and nearly bounced down the stairs – all three went into the bedroom. Amy sat in the same style chair that had held Andrea, her suit in the same configuration that Andrea’s had been. Hers was a deep blue with a silver belt and collar, which Roger liked almost as much as Andrea’s combination. Rather than run through the demo, Roger showed Ken where to find the interface on his comm unit and how to use the basic controls. Andrea stood nearby, eventually tapping her foot impatiently, her eyes full of mischief.
Ken opted to just remove Andrea’s hood, leaving her neck largely covered rather than making more serious changes. Amy’s breathing started to change almost immediately, and Ken gently shook her shoulder. She woke, startled at her position, looked down at the straightjacket that held her arms, and looked back up, her eyes locking on to Andrea.
“Dammit, Andrea! What did you get me into now?” It was hard to tell how angry she really was – her speech still had too much sleepiness in them to carry a ton of force. But there was at least annoyance there.
Ken held out a hand to help her get out of the chair, but it started to rotate under her the moment Amy shifted her weight, moving perfectly to let her step out of it unassisted. Roger gave Amy a moment to look herself up and down as he retrieved his comm unit again, then tapped the shortcut for Andrea’s gag so that it receded again once Amy was looking that way.
Amy’s face froze when she saw the gag recede and she just stared. Andrea grinned and said “Who, me? What could I have to do with it?”
It took Amy a moment, but finally she smiled and said, “OK, that’s cool. I’m guessing that’s not all it does? And why am I wearing it?”
Andrea grinned back at her. “The whole suit is like that. And you’re wearing it because you were horribly mean to Ken, Roger, and me so I had copies of you & me visit customer service to sign the servant’s agreement while we were shopping. So I guess you could say that you volunteered. With some help.”
Amy gave Andrea an annoyed look, but it was easy to tell that if she was at all angry that this was rapidly fading.
“So if I’m the one that was mean, why are you wearing one, too?”
Andrea leaned back into Roger, who had been standing behind her, looked back at him, and said “I have my reasons.” Then she rubbed her butt against him, which caused him to sigh, and push her away gently.
“Oh, behave.” He said. “There will be plenty of time for that later.”
Andrea pouted playfully, then turned for the door. “If I’m good, can I get a drink? I’m getting thirsty.”
Roger was about to follow here when Amy gasped. She hadn’t been paying attention to Ken while she talked with Andrea, and Ken had been focused on his comm unit. The material around her breasts contracted into a relatively tight band instead of individually covering her breasts while a heart-shaped opening appeared on her upper chest. This was positioned to highlight the cleavage the material now created. It was hard to tell, but Roger thought he could see the straps on the straightjacket tighten up as well to add some further enhancement. What had really caught Amy’s attention, though, was the fact that the material around her legs transformed to a set of fishnet stockings that reached just above her knee, garter straps attaching them to what was now basically a leotard. Her boots remained – reaching just over her ankle, two-inch heels sprouting from them. All of this took perhaps ten seconds, and she twisted a number of times to watch from different angles.
She looked over at Ken, who was grinning, which also meant that Roger couldn’t see her face. Her tone of voice told him all he needed to know, though – it had an almost laughing, excited lilt to it. “That felt strangely amazing. Where’s a mirror? I need to get a look at this. If you can get my breasts to generate that kind of cleavage, this definitely can’t be all bad.”
Roger chuckled, turned, and wrapped his arm around Andrea’s shoulders as they headed back to the sitting room, his comm unit still in that hand, his drink in the other. “So if I let you have a drink, you’ll behave?” She pouted, then grinned mischievously as she nodded. On the way upstairs, he tapped his comm unit to switch her suit from the box tie to a set of sleeves that left her shoulders exposed. She stretched her arms once the suit allowed her to, then put one around his waist, holding the other up in front of her as the transformation completed and the material receded from her hand.
“Amy is exactly right, that feeling is strangely amazing. Just having this stuff flow back and forth in the right areas for a while could be really interesting.” She looked up at him and put on a bit of a scared face. “Or should I not be telling you things like that?”
All four had ended up sitting on the couch, having a drink, enjoying the view, and making small talk. Ken had freed Amy’s arms as well, so it almost looked just like four people sitting around with nothing out of the ordinary. The station where the ship was docked rotated with sufficient speed that their view changed a good amount over the hour or so remaining before departure. First one of the three stars in the system had appeared, then one of the planets, then the planet that the station was orbiting began to fill the window, entering on the left and proceeding across to the right.
At least, that was what happened most of the time. Andrea’s mischievousness returned once she was halfway done with her drink – she leaned into Roger to make more contact with her breasts than was necessary, her hand toyed with a nipple before beginning to move down his chest, or her hand landed on the inside of his thigh. She played the innocent as Roger gently brought an end to each of her…infractions, but the twinkle in her eye made it clear that she was intentionally playing.
So Roger had waited until his drink needed refreshing, stood and grabbed Andrea’s as well, then headed for the bar. Andrea couldn’t resist the opportunity and gave his butt a squeeze when he stood up.
At the bar, he’d only refilled his drink and pulled out the comm unit. Amy was telling a story that happened on her brief vacation from the Academy, so Andrea really didn’t notice that the time Roger was taking was more in line with working his way through the suit’s controls than it was refilling drinks. All three were laughing at some part of the story that Roger hadn’t been able to hear when he finally started walking back with his drink, touching the button to commit his changes as he did.
Andrea’s laugh had turned into a sharp gasp that was rapidly muffled, which caused both Ken and Amy to stop laughing and look concerned until they saw the material of her suit reconfiguring itself. All three looked over at him. He stopped where he could watch the transformation happen and smiled at them. “Apparently, Andrea doesn’t feel like behaving.”
As they watched, her arms were pulled back into the straightjacket that she had been in when he’d first discovered her in their bedroom. Simultaneously, material flowed up her neck to cover her head, leaving only her nose exposed when it was finished. Her cheeks puffed out as her gag expanded, and the material over her eyes thickened to ensure that no light at all would sneak through. She had been sitting with her legs tucked under her, so Roger had taken advantage of that to force her into a kneeling position, which required an impressive bit of computing on the part of the control units. Material had flowed to connect her thighs to her lower legs, then some had expanded and stiffened as other pieces contracted until she was slowly forced into position. It was clear that she was resisting the movement, but to no avail.
It didn’t help her that other changes were underway, though these weren’t easy to see. The material along her spine, around her neck, and running down her sides had stiffened and lengthened slightly, forcing her to sit up straight and lock her head looking forward. Roger knew that once she was finally kneeling, similar bands of material would lock her in place there. Her squeal suggested to him that the relatively small intruders he had called up for her vagina and ass were growing – not large enough to be really stimulating or satisfying, but impossible to miss. Material also compressed slightly around her nipples, putting them under gentle, but constant pressure.
The whole transformation took perhaps thirty seconds, which was really impressive when Roger considered that she seemed to have struggled against the changes. Andrea harrumphed angrily into her gag, only to have that fade into a groan. Roger could see her move slightly as she struggled a bit against the bondage and the stimulation he’d set up. The material around her nipples and her plugs had begun to cool. Andrea was not a particularly big fan of cold – Roger had played with ice cubes a couple of times in the past, but they usually did more to take her out of the mood than put her in it. So he’d set her suit to start with cold, then slowly move to warm, and then cycle between the two every three to five minutes. If he knew her right, it would be just the right mix to discipline her without either stimulating her to release or taking her out of her mood entirely.
Roger said, “She basically asked me to discipline her in our room earlier.” as he walked back to his seat. “I think her curiosity about the suit is overwhelming everything else right now.”
Amy grinned at him as he sat down again. “And you aren’t curious enough to be personally involved in the discipline?”
“Not right now, no. I think I can use a little break.” He rotated in his seat slightly so that he could lean back and rest his head on her thigh. “If it gets to be too much, she can use our safe signal and she knows I’ll cut her loose. If she starts humming a tune, then she’ll be out of it as fast as I can make it happen. If not, she can accept some punishment for not listening.”
They had started to return to their conversation, only to be interrupted by the steward ringing their doorbell. Ken used his comm unit to both open the door and let him know that they were in the sitting room. In moments, Lieutenant Rhyes had joined them.
“Ah, enjoying the view, I see. Excellent! Our departure path should allow you to see all three of the stars framed wonderfully, which is somewhat rare. I hope you’ll enjoy it.”
As he spoke, he crossed the room to stand by the window so that nobody needed to turn around to see him. Roger sat up to reply – it just seemed polite.
“I’m sure we will, Lieutenant. This is Ken Arden, the only member of our group you haven’t seen yet. He’s sitting with Amy, who you’ve seen but hasn’t really seen you yet. Andrea is in a timeout, so she’ll have to say hello later. Lt. Rhyes is our head steward.”
“Excellent! It is good to finally make all of your acquaintance. We’ll be departing the station in about ten minutes to maneuver for the jump to hyperspace, which will mean some forces from the thrust that the stabilizing fields can’t compensate for. I thought I’d ask you to remain seated once the warning sounds until you receive the all clear. While you can move around if you must, it’s simply safer to remain seated.”
“Should we clear the drinks and plate away?” Amy asked.
“Of course not, Miss. You’ll find lids for the drinks that you can slide open or closed in the top drawer of the bar and I’ll be happy to get a rim for the plate that should keep anything from spilling off. The table has a strong enough electromagnet to keep them in place when you put them down that goes on automatically when we’re maneuvering, and all the glasses and ceramic contain a high metal content for just this reason. You’ll simply need to slide your glasses off the edge – they’ll be quite impossible to lift.”
Amy asked “Anyone’s drink need refreshing while I’m up?” as she stood. Roger raised his hand and offered her his glass. He nodded when she confirmed it was a gin and tonic, then headed over to the bar. Roger couldn’t help but notice Ken’s eyes following her as she walked.
“That’s excellent, and it would also be wise to use the restroom if one needs to. But we shouldn’t forget about your recalcitrant servant. Will you be releasing her before the maneuvers begin?”
Andrea let out an audible “Hmmmph!” at “recalcitrant,” which made Ken chuckle.
“You know, Rhyes, I hadn’t really thought about it. I suppose that it wouldn’t have been my plan until you asked, but I certainly don’t want her getting hurt.”
“A simple thing to avoid, Mr. Derian. Allow me to fetch some tethers and we can make sure that your servant doesn’t fall over and do herself of someone else injury.”
Andrea seemed to struggle slightly at his words, but Roger was certain he heard a small laugh behind her gag – the situation was simply too ridiculous even for her. The steward headed over to the cabinet by the dining room door, opened a drawer, and retrieved a bundle of straps and cuffs. When he returned, he helped Roger attach a cuff with four d-rings above each elbow, then connect two adjustable tethers to each cuff, and finally the tethers to attachment points on the base of the couch under the cushion. With one attachment point at each corner and in the midpoint of each side, there were plenty of options to hold her in place. Roger noticed that the steward chose points that would allow him to lean back against her again when they were done.
The steward experimentally pushed her shoulders gently from several directions, with Andrea protesting each into her gag, then tightened the tethers and repeated until he was satisfied that she was properly secure. “There. Let me find you that rim for your plate, then I must go. One more suite to attend to before departure.”
Amy handed Roger his drink, lid attached, when he was done before returning to her seat. Roger returned to his previous position, leaning his head against Andrea’s thigh, his drink in reach on the table. Andrea complained into her gag when he leaned back, which he responded to by tickling her side lightly, eliciting a muffled shriek and giggle.
“I told you to behave. You’re lucky that I’m not being even meaner.”
The steward returned, attached a partial dome around the plate that would require the ship to pretty much flip completely upside down for anything to spill, and smiled at the four of them. “There. I must go, but I hope I will see you at the Captain’s dinner after we emerge from hyperspace. The view from of the Ceresus Nebula should be incredible from your table.”
Amy perked up at his comment. “We may need some help, there Lieutenant. I’m not sure Andrea and I brought clothes that will work with the servant suits.”
The Lieutenant smiled and managed to maintain eye contact with her as he headed for the door. “Of course miss. I’ll arrange for one of our shoppers and one of our stylists to assist. I’m sure they will solve your problem most satisfactorily.” And with that, he vanished down the stairs and out the door.
Roger idly stroked Andrea’s outer thigh under his head. “Maybe she’ll have decided to behave by then.” Then he reached for his drink and looked out the window, anticipating the view when the ship departed. He wasn’t sure if Andrea was laughing or trying to indicate that she would behave in response, but either the heat or cold caused her to change that to a slight groan.