Numa took a deep breath, closing the door behind her. Her night was over. She had served food to Jabba's guests for the past twelve hours, flirting with them suggestively, but now she was done. She could finally go back to her quarters and rest. As usual, Jess was there waiting for her with her collar and leash. Numa closed her eyes as the cool metal closed around her throat. Jess began to lead her away, but she went past her quarters and further into the back. "Jess?" Numa said. "My quarters are that way."
"I know," Jess said. "But there's something we need to do first." Numa's heart started racing as they entered what she called the Submission Room. This is where she had been first subjected to many sexual tortures when she and the other girls had first arrived there. She saw the pole she and Lyn Me had been chained to, with two dildos sticking out of its shaft.
Jess led her over to a metal contraption. Numa knew that she was supposed to get inside of it, but she was not sure how. The machine put her on her knees, her ankles strapped to a board. Her torso was bent over a mental pole so the she was leaning forward, where her wrists were strapped to another pole. There was also a loop where her neck went. Once she was positioned in it Jess slid another pole upwards so that her breasts were squeezed between that one and the one her neck was attached to.
"What is this for?" Numa asked.
"There have been unfavorable reports regarding you over the past month," Jess said. "This is your punishment." Numa's breath quickened as Jess wrapped a ball gag into her mouth. Jess walked behind Numa, her hand grazing her back as she went. Jess quickly brought her hand up then down on Numa's ass, causing her to flinch in pain. Jess spanked Numa harder and harder with each blow until Numa was crying out in pain. Numa felt something long and solid hit her butt, and she moaned. Jess was spanking her with some sort of board. She went on and on, each blow more severe than the last. Numa gasped each time, ocassionaly groaning in protest. Jess eventually stopped, massaging Numa's ass roughly with her hand. Numa could hear something being pushed over to her, and she tried to look behind her but failed. She heard a click and a whir, and she felt something being shoved into her vagina. She gasped and moaned as the machine pushed itself in and out of her. She struggled against her bonds, but to no avail. The machine kept on going. Each thrust brought a stab of pleasure to Numa. She could feel the machine going faster and Numa got wetter and wetter. Her whole body shook with the rythym on the machine. She moaned loudly as the thrusts got more and more rough. She moved into the machine as much as she could, wanting to get as much pleasure as she could from it. She felt herself going and going. She was about to cum when, all of a sudden, the machine pulled itself all the way out of her. She groaned in frustration. So this was her punishment. She wanted so bad to release, she wanted so badly to have an orgasm, but she couldn't. It would be kept from her.
"You need to start doing your job better," Jess said, walking around to her face. She lifted her chin up. "Have you learned your lesson yet, slave?" Numa nodded vigorously, hoping that this would convince Jess to complete her orgasm.
"Good," Jess said. She walked around her, unlocking all of her restraints. before she released her wrists, however, she clasped chains on them that attached to Numa's neck, making sure she could not touch herself once getting off the machine. Jess clasped the collar and leach back onto Numa and led her over to a wall of tools. Jess took a metal object off the wall that looked strange. Numa realized what it was once she started attaching it to her wast, however. It was a chastity belt. The cool metal rubbed against her bare womanhood. Numa groaned again in frustration. Now she wouldn't even be able to touch herself once she got back to her quarters.
"You're a beautiful girl, Numa," Jess said once she delivered her to her quarters. "All you need is to do better."