It’s been a while since I’ve posted fan fic here. I receive it often and LOVE this particular playthings imagination, so when he asked for a couple words to feed into and AI image creator to inspire some sci fi spanking erotica ideas, how could I possibly resist.
Ain’t Technology (and a pervy mind) grand!
The words: Scarlet Minx Mafia Hairbrush Retro
The images
The Story
Craigen saw the Orbit class cruiser dock on the pad across from his bar. It wasn’t at all unusual for high end clientele to come to his system. In fact, his business relied on it. What was different was the two obvious security hands who exited the craft and entered his establishment before two more escorted their Retainer through the door. Everyone had heard of The Silk Stocking, but she wasn’t one who ventured out so few had met her. Even so Craigen recognized her immediately. Exact stature, cream skin, piercing eyes, and lips and hair as red as the devil itself. Whatever this was, it was not going to take long, and he could already tell there was no desire for negotiation. The syndicate boss didn’t look him up and down but peared straight into his eyes before speaking.
“You have a problem,” she had steel in her voice, “There are two types of customers: those you can tease and toy with, and those you cannot. You lack understanding as to the difference.”
Craigen pondered this statement for a split second and then decided to acquiesce. “I’m listening,” He said calmly, not breaking eye contact.
She raised her eyebrows in response and went back to the beginning.
“No you aren’t,” she was resolute. “You are trying me on, you think that your charm can get you out of the trouble you are in. And you are wrong.” Two of her security detail, the first two, shifted posture as she finished her statement. The combined gesture was not lost on Craigen.
He was trying to figure out how to ask the question he guessed he was supposed to know the answer to without losing face, or without backing down. It wasn’t his nature to submit, which was not tailored for this particular conversation. So he tried to forgo his rugged maturation and appealed to his earlier formal training.
“My Lady, I have offended you in some way though our paths are far afoot.” He paused and looked to the guard by the door. “I would learn more if you so generously would elucidate. Forgive me, for submission is not a trait that survives long those on the outer rim.”
Her face didn’t soften, but she grinned as he finished. “A new member of my council was celebrating her ascension two days ago, she spent a week traveling to the best estate on every system. There she dined, performed her rights, and bedded with the most able patron she desired… except for you, who only wetted her advances, and those of her entire consort, with gin and smolder.” She finished.
“I slept with a guest once, it didn’t end well.” He stated flatly and gestured to the hall where they stood. “I built these walls for self reflection and discovery, not for fame. But, if it will make it right to this matron, I will as you say, bed with her in most rigorous and righteous fashion.”
“You will come with me and you will learn your lesson, and your place.” She finished.
Craigen looked across the room to his attenedant who had been quietly observing the exchange. “I’ll be leaving with these esteemed guarantors, you tend to the affairs of this estate in my absence.” He brought his gaze back to the figure across from him and waited for instruction.
“There is a cure for those men who think themselves above all,” her voice soured at the word. “Follow me and prepare to make penance for your miscalculations.” She turned and her guard bade him follow.
It was a short walk to the ship. Craigen had been under duress before, this wasn’t exactly that, in fact Craigen wasn’t really sure what it was, and in the end that was the only thing that made him truly uneasy. Not to be able to see beyond the choices he had made, nore the trajectory of the choices he was about to have made for him. As the reached the stairs Craigen was momentarily caught following the Silk Stocking up the ramp. Her hips swayed in her black shawled coat and he was for the first time lustful for her. Inside there was a pod station in the rear of the craft designed for stasis travel. She motioned him to it and two of her attending guards set about strapping him in. Once he was immobilized, a toggle switch brought a cerulean helm towards his head, promising to cut off his senses from the surrounding environment.
As it lowered, he locked eyes with the Silk Stocking, and made his final gambit. “Not above… only apart. And, you never told me how I should address you.”
She grinned again. “After today, you won’t be addressing me at all.”
The helm was almost all the way down but Craigen could make out her reply just before he was cut off from the world around him. A large gag forced itself into his mouth as the helm clicked in place and the internal screen flicked on and immediately filled his vision with a room full of buxom women, naked and glistening with oil. The images showed them turning to him while he felt pressure on his groin and ass, gently at first making him hard, then more firmly and deeply, repeating several times, hard then soft, fast then slow as the bodies in his view undulated all around him. It felt as if flesh was caressing him all over but he couldn’t be sure. The only sound he could hear was white noise, then the screen clicked off and all of his senses were vibrating with pleasure…. for now, he was prepared to lose track of time…Craigen had no idea how long he had spent being tormented while being ferried back to the syndicat headquarters. He didn’t know what the Silk Stocking had in store for him, but he was reasonably sure that if he was going to die it wouldn’t be quickly.
The sensory deprivation devices were so encompassing that he was in an entirely new room when the lights and white noise were stopped and the helmet removed. He found that he was standing and bound, spread eagle in the middle of a circle court of a dozen women, each one appeared to be a syndicate underboss, and each had at least one attendant in waiting. He sensed that the Silk Stocking was seated at the front of the room behind him, but he could not turn to see.
The Silk Stocking held in her hand a black want with several toggles, each one designed to control a unique part of her prisoner’s discomfort. She pressed the third bottom from the base, and the plug that had been stuffed up Craigens ass began to expand. He groaned and shifted in his bonds as the intrusion made itself more relevant to the previously relaxed muscle tissue, the sensation also aroused him again and he struggled to maintain composure. The women in the room just watched with eager eyes.
“Mistress Cora,” The silk stocking addressed the newest member of the council who Craigen recognized from (what he best calculated) two days prior. “Do you have anything you wish to say to this man before the bidding starts?”
The young lady stood and spoke, “My Lady, I only wish him to recognize that he is about to learn his place in my system.”
“Very well,” came the verdict from behind the prisoner. “The bidding starts at 1000 credits.
Craigen surveyed the room in front of him. Mistress Cora had a large amber colored hairbrush in her young but ample lap. And her attendant held a large bag that looked like it carried more torments. She raised her hairbrush as a sign that she would bid… Another of the council raised a large paddle, and another who was wearing a strap on cock raised a crop. Each lady held an instrument of pain, and used it to punctuate their eagerness to bid on Craigen’s flesh. Each attendant complimented her Mistresses lead, rope, leather, whips, canes… The bidding went on for quite some time and each Mistress made sure he knew clearly what was to happen to him.
Eventually the room conceded to Cora’s desire to punish the man. Her right established and approved by the Silk Stocking, Cora stepped down while an attendant brought a chair to the middle of the room. Cora sat, while the head of the syndicate pressed another button and the restraints holding the prisoner on display shifted and pulled the man down and over the waiting lap, feet now fast together and hands up behind his back. There was only a pause as Cora leaned down to whisper in the man’s ear, pressing her breasts into the small of his back. “You should have fucked me when I told you too, you would have enjoyed it more.”
The smooth side of the brush that had been resting on his bottom slipped away and then came down with a crack. Craigen would have jumped but the bonds were mighty in their design. For the next 5 minutes, what seemed an eternity, the brush was merciless on the prisoners upturned cheeks.
When finally Cora halted, she used this time to reach between his legs and tease his cock. Again he felt the plug stretch his bottom further and he writhed on the woman’s lap as she caressed his flesh and traced the marks on his bottom with her nails. Once he was rock hard she went back to the hairbrush and wailed on his bare bottom again, turning his cheeks from red to crimson as Craigen howled in lusty pain.
Craigen didn’t know when it stopped but he felt his bonds again lifting and shifting him, turning him over on his back and locking his neck and arms in a stockade, his legs were raised and he felt the plug shrink and leave his hole. he felt hands on his stomach and nipples as a new intrusion was forced on his bottom and he could tell that someone was now fucking him in the ass. Each time she slid home, her thighs clapped his buttocks and the pain rose again, but this, along with sharp nails pinching his nipples only served to make him hard again. Soon another body climbed on top of his and mounted his stiff cock while the anal assault continued. Cora peared her head above the stocks and grinned at him as she lowered herself down to his balls. Her attendant came to his head as well and straddled his face and clamped down with her thighs and buttocks while the other two pumped on him in tandem. Craigen struggled to breath and couldn’t help but wonder if Cora would ever have her fill. Each time she would climax he thought that would be the end of it but she kept going until she was too tired to fuck him further.
Slowly and deliberately, the Mistresses all departed the room. Leaving Craigen still bound to the table, unsure of what was to come next. As if to read his mind, the last attendant to remain in the room walked up to him and pulled a large gag out of her pocket.. She stuffed it in his mouth and patted him firmly on his cheek.
“Now, now young man.” She said in a hushed voice. “You didn’t think we were just going to leave you all naked and cold did you?”
Craigen moaned.
It might have been two weeks, it might have been three. Craigen had lost track of time very early on and his abduction. The Silk Stocking’s Court made ample use of him as a toy, a tool, a thing, an object. Some were quite fun, while others less so and more painful. Some were downright embarrassing and he really preferred not to think about them at all. It wasn’t really about his enjoyment or lack thereof. It was all for the Court, what they wanted they got.
He was awakened one morning by the Silk Stocking herself. It was the first time he had laid eyes on her, since arriving at this palace. There were no guards, just the two of them. Not that he could do anything bound as he was, but in this secluded moment her face was softer than when they had met at his estate. Not kindness, not mercy, just a sense of calmness, of satisfaction.
“You’ve actually done quite well.” She said to him coquettishly.
“That’s a big compliment coming from you. Whoever would have thought that us chasing one another on the playground would be a journey, an escape that we never would give up.” Craigen responded.
His captor chuckled. “Oh yes, but I like it better this way. To be honest, I’m surprised you went along with it the way that you did. Most of my… victims beg and squeal and plead. It’s almost as if you like this sort of treatement.”
“The attention of pain, and the torture… absolutely.” But you know as well as I do that the cage makes the mind of the wolf soft and foggy, till it is no longer a wolf at all. And you know that’s fine, I left the civilized planets. You know it’s why I sought a System so far away from the rules and law, that I could be who I please.” He finished.
“And that is why it is so satisfying to yank you out of it. It’s a shame we have to take you back.” She grinned.
“There’s a force of nature which compels you not to keep me like this forever and ever?” He joked.
“Once you’ve captured someone the fun only lasts a while, it turns out the hunt is the fun part. I have to kick you out so I can make room for another, and believe me it’s a very long list.”
The journey back to his home world was less an ordeal than his kidnapping. She only made him wear a blindfold, and she flew ship herself. She wasn’t dressed like a mafia boss, she was dressed in disguise. More common, playing just another star pilot in the infinite universe. The two of them had been four years apart in school, she the older. While he had been the big kid in his class, there was a time when she could easily take him with her strength. As they grew older, it was always her maturity that gave her the edge, and she used it a lot.
When they arrived back in his System. She landed in the same place as she had two (or maybe it was three) weeks prior, She nudged him through the door, gave him a pat on the ass and said. “Thank you for being such a good boy.”
He brooded and walked down the steps alone.
That evening he went back to working his bar as if nothing had happened. There was a festival coming to town so the crowd was denser and livelier than usual. He quickly forgot all the brutally carnal lessons he had been taught and went back to flirting shamelessly with his clientele. A particularly fair-skinned redhead caught his eye and they bantered late into the evening. As he was closing up she was there to greet him with a coy smile on her lips. She asked him where he was off to. Now he cocked his eyebrow at her and told her this was a very dangerous question. Her eyes told him she wanted a taste of what he longed to dish out.
“All right,” he finally said. “But I’ll warn you, It’s been a challenging month so I can’t promise to be gentile.”
“Perfect, the Boss will be pleased.” Was all she replied.
Fin