Chapter 3: Rising Action
He cried out, his body convulsing, his hands clenching into fists as he struggled against the restraints. Mikasa's smile widened, her eyes never leaving his. "That's just a taste of what this little toy can do, Drake. It's called a cock lock, and it's designed to keep you...compliant, no matter what. A fail safe by the rare chance you get out" She tapped the device again, and the pain subsided, leaving him throbbing and aching with need.
As Drake panted and writhed, trying to adjust to the new sensation, Mikasa and Cleo moved to stand before him, their forms silhouetted against the dim lighting of the room. Mikasa's face was a mask of calm, her eyes reflecting the cold gleam of the metal studs on the paddle she still held.
Cleo, its whip coiled at its side, stood silently, its blue eyes fixed on Drake with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. Both women stood before him, their forms silhouetted against the dim lighting of the room, their gazes holding him captive. "Now that you're...secured," Mikasa began, her voice taking on a new edge, one that was sharper and more serious than before. "We can discuss the real reason we're here." She paused, her eyes flicking to Cleo, a silent command passing between them. Cleo stepped forward, its metallic hand reaching out to touch the control panel, the remote slipping from Mikasa's grasp into its fingers.
Drake's heart pounded in his chest as he awaited their revelation, his body taut with a mix of anticipation and dread.
Cleo's metallic fingers danced over the control panel, the hum of the room shifting as it responded to the cyborg's deft touch. Mikasa watched, her eyes gleaming with an intensity that sent a shiver down Drake's spine. The ball gag muffling his words but their intent clear. He could feel the hum of the frame beneath him, the restraints tightening and loosening in response to its movements.
Suddenly, the lights in the chamber began to fade, the room enveloped in an even darker shade of dimness. Drake's pupils dilated as his eyes adjusted to the change, the shadows around him seeming to shift and move, accentuating the eerie hum of the machinery. Both women stood before them and flashes their badges. "We're bounty hunters. You're officially under our custody, and from here on out, you're our property."
Drake's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anticipation and unease churning within him.
Drake's eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking between Mikasa and Cleo, suspicion and unease coursing through him. The frame hummed beneath him as it began to rotate slowly, the shifting light playing over the mixed expressions on their faces. Mikasa's smile never faltered, but there was a hard edge to it now, a sharpness that sent a chill down Drake's spine.
In response, Mikasa turned to Cleo, a slight nod passing between them. The cyborg began to step back, its whip coiled at its side, its blue eyes never leaving Drake. "Cleo, if you'd be so kind," Mikasa said, her voice calm and measured.
The cyborg's metallic fingers danced over the control panel, and suddenly, the room was filled with a new hum, a deeper, more resonant sound that seemed to vibrate through Drake's very bones. The frame beneath him shifted, the restraints tightening and releasing in a rhythm that was not quite natural, not quite harmonious. Drake's eyes widened as he felt the change, his body tensing as he struggled to adjust.
Mikasa's smile never faltered, but there was a cold edge to her voice now, a sharpness that sent a chill down Drake's spine. "Just a little...adjustment, Drake. To make sure you're fully...connected.
Drake's eyes widened as the realization hit him like a punch to the gut. "And now, with your...cooperation secured, we can proceed with our little operation." Mikasa said nodding to Cleo, who stepped forward, its metallic hand reaching out and gave Drake ass a nice slap. Drake's muscles tensed, his body instinctively recoiling from the cyborg's touch. But the restraints held him in place, the hum of the frame vibrating through him, a constant, pulsating reminder of his helplessness. He glared up at Mikasa, his eyes burning with defiance.
But she just smiled, her lips curving in a cold, triumphant line. "Very good, Drake," she purred. "You're learning." Just as quickly, she turned to Cleo, a flicker of her hand signaling the cyborg's next move. "We have what we need. Let's make our preparations." Mikasa began to pace towards the door, her heels clicking against the cold metal floor. As she moved, she reached up to undo the straps of her corset, her fingers working deftly, her body moving with the practiced ease of one who has done this many times before. Cleo, meanwhile, began to gather up the various implements and devices that littered the room, their metallic surfaces glinting dully in the low light.
It coiled its whip with clinical precision, each flick of the wrist a testament to its practiced efficiency. Mikasa, having finished with the straps of her corset, reached for a nearby case, snapping it open with a flick of her wrist. She began to pack away the uniform, each one returning to its designated slot with a satisfying click, as if she had done this a thousand times before.
Drake watched the two women with mounting unease, his body still tensed and his mind racing. "So, that's it? You're just going to leave me here?" he growled, the words muffled by the gag but laced with a simmering anger. Mikasa paused in her packing, her eyes flicking up to meet Drake's, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Oh, darling, don't be like that.
We wouldn't dream of leaving you here," Mikasa said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. She sauntered over to the control panel, her heels clicking against the cold metal floor. Mikasa's eyes scanned the readouts as her fingers danced over the controls, adjusting the settings on the restraints. "We just need to make sure you're...comfortable. Safety first, after all." She flicked a switch, and the hum of the frame increased, the restraints tightening around Drake's limbs.
Drake strained against the new pressure, his muscles tensing as the restraints dug into his skin. He glared up at Mikasa, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and defiance. "You call this comfortable?" he growled, the words muffled by the gag but laced with a dangerous edge.
In response, Cleo stepped forward, its metallic fingers going to the control panel. With a deft flick of its wrist, the cyborg detached the metal frame holding Drake from the floor and ceiling. Mikasa turned to watch, her brows raised in curious anticipation. The frame hummed as it disengaged, the restraints retracting slightly, but still securely holding Drake in place.
"What the..." Drake started, but his words were cut off by the gag. He tugged at the restraints, his eyes wide with surprise and wariness. Mikasa clapped her hands together once, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Ah, so it is indeed portable," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with amusement and satisfaction.
Drake's eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking between Mikasa and Cleo.
"So, what now?" he growled, the words muffled by the gag but laced with a mix of confusion and suspicion. Mikasa's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with a wicked gleam. "Now, Drake, we play a little game," she purred, her voice taking on a playful, almost teasing edge. She turned to Cleo, her voice filled with an odd mix of amusement and command. "Cleo, be a dear and guide our friend here to the exit."
Drake's eyes widened in surprise as the frame beneath him began to move, the metal legs clicking against the cold floor as Cleo expertly guided it towards the exit. He struggled against the restraints, his body instinctively tensing as the unfamiliar sensation of movement took over.
Drake's heart raced as the frame moved, the cold metal legs clicking against the floor in a steady, rhythmic beat that sent a shiver down his spine. The dimly lit corridor stretched out before him, the shadows dancing and shifting as they passed beneath the harsh glow of the flickering overhead lights. The hum of the frame filled his ears, a constant, pulsating reminder of his captivity, as Cleo expertly guided it towards the exit.
As they moved, Drake became aware of the other occupants of the labyrinthine halls—other female escorts, their faces painted and bodies draped in sheer fabrics, lounged in doorways or paraded seductively down the halls. Occasionally, they crossed paths with other clients, men of varying ages and appearances, some clad in elaborate outfits, others in simple street clothes. Their eyes flicked over Drake and the frame he was strapped to, their expressions ranging from mild curiosity to open amusement.
Mikasa strolled alongside the frame, her heels clicking against the cold metal floor, her eyes scanning the occupants of the hallway with a practiced ease.
Suddenly, her gaze snapped to a figure leaning against the wall, a curious glint in their eyes as they watched Drake's procession. Mikasa's smile never wavered, but her grip on Cleo's arm tightened slightly, her voice taking on a more controlled edge. "Well, well, look who's here. If it isn't the little voyeur himself," she said, her voice laced with a sharp, almost challenging edge. The figure pushed off from the wall, their eyes narrowing as they approached the trio. "Mikasa, always a pleasure," they drawled, their gaze flicking over Drake with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "And who do we have here?" Their eyes drifted over Drake, their lips quirking into a subtle smirk.
"Oh, this one looks like a real fighter. Is this your new toy, Mikasa?" Drake struggled against the restraints, his muscles tensing as he tried to free himself. The sight of the unknown figure only served to heighten his anxiety, his heart pounding in his chest as he glared at the intruder. The stranger chuckled, their eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, yes, a lively one. I see why you're so fond of him, Mikasa." Mikasa's grip tightened on Cleo's arm, her eyes never leaving the stranger. "Vex, always a pleasure. But I must warn you, this one is...special.
You've met Cleo before, but allow me to introduce Vex. They're...a bit of a regular here." Mikasa's eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and warning, her grip on Cleo's arm still firm. Cleo turned its metallic head towards the newcomer, its blue eyes scanning them with the same clinical precision it had examined Drake with earlier. "A pleasure, Vex," it said, its voice a low hum, devoid of any emotion. Vex chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through the very air. "The pleasure is mine, Cleo. You always know how to make an entrance." Vex's gaze flicked back to Drake, their eyes roaming over him like a predator sizing up its prey.
Drake, realizing he was the center of attention, tried to speak, but the gag was too tight. Muffled sounds emerged from his mouth, a mix of frustration and protest, his eyes burning with defiance as he struggled against the restraints. Mikasa chuckled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, yes, I see he still has a lot to learn about communication.
Well, let's start with a refresher course, shall we?" Mikasa said, her voice taking on a playful edge as she held up the remote, her thumb hovering over a particular button. She glanced down at Drake, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and malice. "A little...encouragement never hurt anyone, right?"
She pressed the button, and Drake's body tensed as a sharp, unexpected jolt of pain radiated from his groin. He cried out, his back arching off the frame as the shock coursed through him, his muscles convulsing as he struggled against the restraints. The hum of the frame increased, the restraints tightening around him as the frame shifted, the metal legs clicking against the cold floor as Cleo expertly guided it forward.
Mikasa chuckled, her eyes never leaving Drake as she marveled at his reaction.
"Oh, darling, don't be such a screamer. It's unbecoming of a slave." Vex's eyes widened slightly, their gaze flicking between Mikasa and Drake, a hint of surprise in their expression. Mikasa's smile never wavered, her voice taking on a sharper edge as she continued, "Cleo, tell our little friend here to be quiet."
Cleo turned its metallic head towards Drake, its blue eyes scanning him with a cold, detached gaze. "Silence, slave," it intoned, its voice a low, commanding hum. Drake's eyes widened, his struggles paused as the cyborg's words sank in. Vex's eyebrows rose, their eyes gleaming with newfound interest. "Slave?" they repeated, their voice laced with a hint of disbelief.
Mikasa laughed, a low, throaty sound that resonated through the corridor. "Indeed, Vex. He has been quite the handful, and I think it's high time we remind him of his place," she explained, her gaze flicking to Drake as she spoke. "He needs a little...re-education, shall we say?" She slapped and grabbed Drake's butt cheek giving it a nice hard squeeze.
Vex sniffed the air with a knowing look, acknowledging the end of the small talk. "I think I get it now," he said, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and disbelief. "But I couldn't see myself ever going this far. Props to you," He said looking down at Drake. "Have fun." He cried out, his body convulsing, his hands clenching into fists as he struggled against the restraints. Mikasa's smile never wavered, but there was a hard edge to it now, a sharpness that sent a chill down Drake's spine. Before Vex could respond, Drake tried again, his eyes pleading, his voice muffled by the gag. "Vex, wait—"
He was immediately cut off by a sharp jolt of pain, his body arching as Mikasa pressed the button on the remote once more. Drake's cry was muffled, his muscles tensing as the shock coursed through him. Mikasa's voice was cold, her gaze never leaving Drake as she spoke.
"You like that, huh, don't you, slave? Perhaps you need more encouragement to behave properly." She pressed the button again, and Drake's body convulsed, his muffled cries echoing down the hallway. Vex, their expression a mix of shock and amusement, stepped back to let the trio pass. "Enjoy your...playtime," they said, their voice laced with a hint of disbelief. Mikasa didn't acknowledge Vex, her focus entirely on Drake.
As they moved past Vex and down the hallway, the air seemed to shift, the atmosphere taking on a heavy, oppressive quality. The click-clack of Mikasa's heels and the hum of the frame filled the silence, the sounds bouncing off the cold metal walls.
Cleo turned its metallic head towards Mikasa, its blue eyes scanning the corridor before them. "Mistress, there is a shortcut that traverses through the club on this level. It will save us considerable time," it suggested, its voice a low, clinical hum. Mikasa's eyes widened slightly, a spark of interest lighting her gaze. "Ah, yes, I'd nearly forgotten that little passage. Very well, Cleo, lead the way." She gave the remote a final press, the frame's hum increasing slightly as Cleo guided it towards a seemingly innocuous door. It pushed it open with a metallic creak, revealing a dimly lit stairwell that led down into the heart of the club. The atmosphere shifted immediately, the air growing warmer and heavier with the scent of alcohol and perfume.
The thumping bass of the club's music pulsed through the floor, the rhythm resonating in Drake's chest as he was wheeled into the heart of the debauchery. The hum of the frame seemed to amplify the vibrations, his body tensing as he struggled against the restraints, his muscles coiling like a spring ready to unleash. The gag muffled his curses, but the intensity of his struggle was clear. Mikasa's eyes glinted with satisfaction, her grip on the remote tightening as she observed Drake's efforts. "Good boy," she purred, her voice low and dangerous. "You're learning to obey, aren't you?" Despite the humiliation, Drake's body reacted, the pain and pleasure mixing in a way that sent a shiver down his spine.
As they wheeled him through the club, the patrons cheered and laughed, giving cat calls and whistles. Drake's cheeks burned with humiliation. Mikasa soaked up the attention, her grip on the remote tightening as she led them through the gyrating bodies. The smell of sweat and alcohol was thick in the air, and the flashing lights cast eerie shadows on the twisting, writhing forms that surrounded them.
Drake struggled against the restraints, his body tense with humiliation and a growing sense of unease. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they broke through the sea of bodies and emerged onto the loading dock. The cool night air hit Drake like a slap, his body shuddering as he took in the sight of his ship, the Stellar Phoenix, sitting ominously in the docking bay.
The sudden change in temperature was a stark contrast to the sweaty, pulsating atmosphere of the club, and Drake's muscles tensed, his mind racing as he realized what was about to happen. He strained against the restraints, his eyes darting around the loading dock, his heart pounding in his chest.
As they worked through the crowd, Stacy, who Drake had been seeing and dating on the side, recognized him. Her eyes widened in shock, her mouth forming a small 'O' as she stared at him, her drink slipping from her grasp and crashing to the floor. The world seemed to slow down as Drake's gaze locked with hers, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to convey his own shock and disbelief with a mere look.
The gag muffled his attempts to call out her name, but the sight of her face—pale and stunned—was enough to send a jolt of fear and longing coursing through him. Stacy's eyes widened even further, her hand flying to her mouth as she tried to process the sight of him, naked, bound and helpless, being paraded through the club by Mikasa and Cleo. Her companions—a group of fellow pilots and crewmembers, recognizing Drake from the Stellar Phoenix—turned to stare, their eyes filled with a mix of shock and amusement. One of them, a lean, dark-skinned man with a shaved head, nudged Stacy with an elbow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Well, well, what do we have here, Stace?" he drawled, his eyes roaming over Drake with a mix of curiosity and disbelief.
"I've heard stories about you, Drake, but I never thought... Well, you're full of surprises, aren't you?"
His words cut through the air like a blade, a ripple of surprise and amusement spreading through the small group. Stacy's face paled further, her lips parting in shock as she finally found her voice. "Drake, what... why are you...?" Her words trailed off, her eyes darting between Mikasa, Cleo, and the scene unfolding before her. "Drake, you're not... you can't possibly be into this," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. It was clear that she was struggling to reconcile the Drake she knew—the rugged, intergalactic bounty hunter with a bad reputation and a penchant for kinks—with the sight before her.
Drake's heart ached at the sight of her distress, his eyes pleading with her from behind the gag.
Stacy's companions, however, seemed to find the whole thing amusing. They erupted into laughter, their hands pointing at Drake as if he were some sort of circus sideshow. "Look at that, Stacy! Who would've thought your man had a thing for BDSM?" one of them chortled, a wicked grin spread across their face. Another one chimed in, their voice laced with mocking amusement, "Maybe you should take some notes, Stace. Might help spice up your love life!"
Drake's face burned with humiliation, his body tensing as the laughter and pointing increased.
Mikasa, sensing the growing discomfort, stopped in her tracks, her eyes narrowing. "Ah, Stacy," she purred, her voice a silken threat. "It seems you've stumbled upon a little secret of our dear Drake's. He's always been a bit...unconventional in his tastes, haven't you, pet?"
Cleo, its metallic form stilling beside them, turned its head to regard Stacy with a clinical, unreadable gaze. "Indeed, Mistress. Drake has been very forthcoming about his desires, and we are more than happy to accommodate them."
Stacy's eyes darted between Mikasa and Cleo, her breath coming in short, shocked gasps.
Mikasa's lips curled into a cruel smile, her eyes gleaming with malice. "You see, dear, Drake here has a particular...fetish for pain and humiliation. He loves it when we push his limits, don't you, pet?" She pressed the button on the remote once more, and Drake's body convulsed as another shock coursed through him.
"We've taken great care to ensure that he gets exactly what he craves," Cleo added, its metallic voice a low hum that seemed to vibrate through the very air. "We have a state-of-the-art facility, equipped with the latest in cybernetic technology, designed to cater to his every desire."
Mikasa leaned in closer to Stacy, her voice a low, seductive whisper.
The sudden jolt caused him to cry out, his back arching off the frame as the pain radiated through him. Mikasa's smile never wavered, her eyes gleaming with a cruel intensity as she watched him struggle.
"It seems we've attracted quite the audience, haven't we, pet?" she murmured, her gaze flicking to Stacy and her friends, who were still watching in horrified fascination. She turned to Cleo, her voice taking on a brisk, almost business-like tone. "Cleo, we're drawing too much attention. We should complete our business and get out of here."
Cleo nodded, its metallic head turning to regard Stacy and her friends with a clinical, dispassionate gaze. We should proceed with haste. The longer we remain here, the greater the risk of discovery."
Drake's heart pounded in his chest as he watched the exchange between Mikasa and Cleo, his mind racing with a mix of fear and frustration.
Stacy's eyes widened in horror, her face paling as she took in the gruesome sight before her.
She turned away, a hand flying to her mouth, her body wracked with tremors of shock and revulsion. Her friends watched her for a moment, their laughter cutting off abruptly as they realized the extent of her distress. One of them, a tall, blonde woman with a concerned look in her eyes, stepped forward and placed a comforting hand on Stacy's shoulder. "Stacy, are you alright?" she asked softly, her gaze flicking between Stacy and the grisly scene playing out before them.
The shock of seeing Stacy so upset caused Drake to redouble his struggles against the restraints, his muscles straining as he fought to free himself.
Mikasa, however, seemed unperturbed by the scene, her expression cold and calculated as she turned to Cleo. "We have overstayed our welcome, Cleo. It's time to leave." Cleo nodded, its metallic form moving with a fluid grace as it guided the frame towards the exit. The hum of the frame filled the air once more, the rhythmic click-clack of its legs echoing through the loading dock as they made their way back towards the Stellar Phoenix.
As they left the club, Drake could still hear the echoes of Stacy's gasps and the concerned murmurs of her friends. He felt a pang of regret in his chest, the weight of her distress bearing down on him like a physical force. He craned his neck to look back, his eyes scanning the crowd for a final glimpse of her, but the doorway was already disappearing into the distance.