Browsing through all the feeds of the station’s entertainment-for-hire, Jensen came across one and his finger paused on the screen. He’d been in the Black for months with only his crew and his right hand for company; he needed some fresh meat. At a glance, the station doxy seemed like a mighty fine ride and so he took a closer look.
Soft lighting and delicate accessories littered the image, making the doxy seem soft and delicate, especially given his demure pose. However, the winking gold of the tom’s exo-harness wasn’t lost on Jensen. The captain recognized the fancy rig as the work of the Illurians. It kept the subject under total control. He could be posed like a doll at the whim of the person wearing the controller. The only limitations were how far the body could bend and stretch and, of course, the controller’s imagination. It meant the quail was giving himself over completely to the domination of whoever bought him.
Scanning all the flesh on display, Jensen was curious what it would feel like to hold him down and make him take it without the harness keeping him tame. The captain wondered if he was strong enough.
Cooped up in his tin can of a ship for too long with muscles wound tight, Jensen was itching for a challenge. He keyed in the code to purchase a night of the quail’s time without another thought. J-rd0782 was his for now.
You can see a closeup of the image that sold Jensen here.
