Chapter One.
They had told Jasper that she would have to handle being away from the submission treatment for the duration of this mission. Because she would stray so far from the home planet, they could not supply her with what she needed. They told her that she would have to learn to wean herself off of it. Maybe then, she wouldn't be so weak. That last part was spat into her ear, her domme leaning down to where she lay, sprawled, on the floor. She lay still, taking the abuse, feeling the pleasure and pain and disgust that each slur and whip inflicted upon her. It would be their last session before her mission, the first where she would not be able to receive the necessary treatments that kept her in optimal fighting condition. Usually, gems like her were crushed as soon as their submissive needs were discovered. Jasper had made herself useful enough to the Kindergarten, before her discovery, to escape this fate, but it was made understood that her position was precarious. Her dommes were often anonymous, careless gems who left her restrained body on the floor as soon as they had had their fill, but it was enough to keep her functioning. She would have to take hours to struggle out of her bonds and take off the mandatory blindfold, a time which she used to contemplate her sickness, the depravity of her need. Sometimes she would retch, horny and disturbed, afterwards. The administration advertised openly for the position of her domme, uncaring as to who or how she was used, so long as it fulfilled the requirements. The need to dominate was one openly encouraged on this planet, and often quite a few internalized this to the point of integrating it into their sex life. Jasper had no lack of eager, vicious participants.
There was one repeat customer however, who tended to look after Jasper a bit better. She would prop her up against the wall before leaving, untying the ropes that restrained her, kissing each mark tenderly, then roughly, whispering comfort into her ear, kissing her gem chastely, before slipping away out the door. She could never get the blindfold off quickly enough to see who she was, but she looked forwards to her visits more than anything, more than training. She was sure it was this mystery woman who sent her the toy in the mail, with a strangely robotic, cursive note saying only,
Good luck with the mission.
*later, on the ship*
She had tried to resist, she really had. She stumbled eagerly into her room on the ship, the customized dark reds and sunset oranges a welcome reprise from metallic greens of the ship decor. She eyed the toy, still in its green wrapping paper, the muscles in her jaw tightening. After all, this was supposed to be a time when she learned to sustain herself without the treatments. She could feel herself slipping though, and she didn't want that blue freak or that fucking green nerd to find out what she was. For once, she could interact with gems who didn't see her as "that submissive". The gem that was all bark and no bite. Fuck! She gritted her teeth in frustration at herself, even as she tied herself up, leaving one hand free. She took the toy out of its mailing box, slipping inside herself roughly, with a sharp grunt. She took a nipple in hand and pinched it hard, arching her back like a bitch in heat, tightening around the toy inside her. Suddenly, she felt it begin to vibrate, and a light seemed to pool out from her vagina.
"What the fuck!" she yelled, struggling to take it out. A strangely familiar voice came from the toy
"Activated. Thank you for purchasing the VibroGem 2.0, the best in modern sex technology. Which setting would you prefer? Gentle, Normal, Hard or Destruction?"
"What?" she growled.
"Which setting would you prefer? Tease, Gentle, Normal, Hard, or Destruction?"
She felt her heart rate increase, as she squirmed, muscles rippling from under her restraints. She was anxious and aroused, uncertain of the caliber of this toy.
"Uh... Normal."
"Normal setting selected. Please sit back and enjoy."
The toy moved around, eliciting a few choked moans as it roamed leisurely inside her. She pulled against her restraints half heartedly, just to feel her own vulnerability in the delicious friction. Suddenly, it came across her g-spot, freezing when it felt her jitter and rut against the bed. The toy began to pulse pleasantly, setting a constant, implacable pace against her g-spot. She grunted and moaned instinctively, biting down hard on her fist to stop herself from being too loud, biting hard to enough to draw blood. The pain washed through her, adding another layer to the multitude of sensations that pulsed through her muscled body. Still, she could not cum from sensation alone. She needed... something more. She closed her eyes, remembering her last session with the tender domme. She whispered such filthy things into Jasper's ear... into the ear of her whore... she could feel her domme, standing over her, opening herself for Jasper but keeping her at bay, unable to taste or to touch. She whined desperately, forgetting herself, bucking against the bed in a wild heat. She remembered being slapped for her disobedience, groveling for the chance to taste her mistress.
"Please, mistress," she had begged, her toned body twisted with desire, straining with herself to maintain control.
"So eager, my little pet," her domme had chuckled, taking a strand of Jasper's white hair and playing with it teasingly. She lowered a finger down to Jasper's mouth, who took it, nibbling, sucking, gasping at her burning need. She felt herself begin to unravel, feeling the need run along her body and consume her mind until she was nothing more than a huge fuck toy, an animal brute.
"Fuck!" she screamed, bringing herself to orgasm, the sound reverberating off the cabin walls. For an unknowable amount of time, she felt herself spin gently, as a planet revolving cosmically along its axis, bathed in the white light of suns being born. Slowly, she became aware of her surroundings, the copper light through her cracked eyelids and the slight chaffing of the ropes. Her eyes drifted open and she groaned, feeling the beginnings of subdrop beginning to take effect. As always, time to pick up the mess, alone.
She heard a small chuckle from the doorway, and her heart surged to her mouth. She struggled out of her bonds, managing to free the other hand and sit up in bed. The small green gem who piloted the ship, Peridot, stood at the doorway, her hands covering the smirk on her face. Jasper spluttered incoherently, her face growing redder and redder with embarrassment and then rage.
"What the... fuck... are you doing in here? These are my quarters!"
The green gem managed to get her mirth under control, saying quite deadpan,
"I believe you have something of mine?"
She gestured to the toy inside of Jasper. Jasper froze.
"No."
"Well, if you're not going to give it back, I'll need to retrieve it." Peridot said, sauntering over to Jasper's bed.
"No."
"What were you thinking about while you did it? You looked so good... my pet."
"No." Jasper felt something in her careening out of control.
Peridot paused.
"What? What's wrong? It's me, from, from... before. I..." she trailed off, uncertain.
"Get the fuck out." Jasper could not look at her.
"I thought... I gave you the..." Peridot cleared her throat, her confidence evaporated. "I uh... I thought you would want this."
"GET THE FUCK OUT!" Jasper screamed, her fist flying out and colliding with the metal wall, leaving a sizable dent in the ship.
"I'm sorry! Sorry! I'll leave." Peridot scuttled out of the room, the door sealing behind her with a sad click.
Jasper tore the rest of the restraints off, scrambling back into her work out attire. She pulled the push up bar out from the wall, trying not the think about the dark stew brewing inside her stomach and heart. She did pull up after pull up, muscles straining, sweat pooling on the floor. At her hundredth pull up, she let our a satisfied grunt, dropping down onto the floor. As her body ceased to exercise, her mind began to churn again.
So that small, slight, tech gem had been the tender domme all this time. It was jarring, the powerful image that she had built of her domme crushed by the wiry frame of the green gem. She supposed she should have noticed the color scheme once she had boarded the ship. She looked at the green sex toy and let out a cynic laugh, her fists tightening. Hahaha.
A part of her was ashamed at having been dominated by someone so small, so weak and cerebral. She had imagined herself groveling at the feet of a much stronger gem, taking a sick pleasure in the natural hierarchy. But to have done... such things with a gem of an inferior physique was completely perverse, an unnatural inversion of the order. No longer was she bowing to a given structure, but to the sheer sexual hedonism of being dominated, her own sick mind the only thing keeping her in check. She shuddered, trying to quell the waves of arousal that rose through her at these thoughts. She imagined herself collared, like a beast, to Peridot, a subservient warrior and sexual servant, to be used at her Mistresse's leisure.
The muscles in her neck tensed, and once again she had to pull out exercise equipment, this time the dumbbells. The mirror reflected her own body at her, the ideal body for a gem warrior. A body she had sculpted out of sweat and blood. No one could know about her just by looking, something that Jasper had taken care to ensure. Yet Peridot had treated her as an equal for the entirety of the trip, despite knowing about her submissive tendencies. She hadn't even approached Jasper until the sex toy was activated.
Peridot's plan clicked into place in Jasper's mind. It seemed that Peridot had requested Jasper on this mission, giving her the toy to activate when her sex drive was too much, and then introducing herself while Jasper came to orgasm. A faint blush came over Jasper's face, both at the exertion and her own thoughts. However, there was one part of the plan she did not understand: the motive. Why would Peridot want to meet her outside of the state allocated submissive spaces? She already had access to Jasper's body, so what more would she want out of this?
Jasper collapsed on the bed, rubbing her eyes furiously, extremely glad to be alone. Her body was exhausted, making the bed beneath her groan, but her mind agonized over Peridot's actions. She could not stop thinking about the green gem who had revealed herself as the tender domme, and who she was increasingly thinking as her Mistress. Soon though, sleep absorbed her, her eyes flickering shut, and the debris of her emotional earthquake began to settle.