Summary of this Story:

Teala struts back to her navy quarters apartment after a pleasure bot romp, craving more. She strips, showers off synthetic cum, then dons her slutty signature outfit, red lace thong, black fishnets, strapless dress, choker, boots. Detours into a sex shop for striped thongs and a massive five-ball black butt plug. She cleans it, lubes up in the changing room, bends over, and works each stretching ball into her ass with moans and nipple rubs. Smooth and pierced at Dandelion Salon by Lyra, navel gold with purple crystal, pantyline skull-and-heart tattoo, using Captain Rhea’s rare Franc token. Heading home, she chats with dancer Blanca in the slow-climbing elevator. It lurches, traps them between floors. Heat rises. Heels clatter off. Balls press deep as they bond over slutty dreams, waiting for maintenance.

Here is your Story: Teala plugs up and gets trapped in the elevator

Episode 2

Teala walked down the hall toward the elevator. Her mind ran over everything that’d just happened. She needed more sex bad. “Damn, that pleasure bot fucked me good,” she muttered. “But I’ve been teased and edged all day. Wasn’t ready to quit after one round. Guess I’ll order another once I’m back in my room.”

She finally reached the elevator. Pressed the call button. It whirred to life. Climbed to her floor. Came to a stop with a mechanical thrum. Door slid open. She stepped in. Punched her floor number. Stood there while the door shut. “Could hit up Lord Kruel,” she said to herself. “See if he still wants a go. Bet he’d handle me fine.”

Door opened with its jingle. She stepped into the hallway. Headed for her apartment. “Can’t wait for a shower. Then down to the body mod shop with this token from Captain Rhea.” Keycard over the terminal. Beep. Green light. Door swung open.

Nice-sized apartment. Big living room. Bathroom off the entry. Large kitchen. Huge bedroom. Navy quarters ran high quality, even for lower ranks. Lights flicked on as she entered. Door hadn’t fully closed before she started stripping. Walked toward the shower. Hit on and hot. Finished getting naked. Bent over the sink. Reached back. Tugged the butt plug out of her ass. “Oh my gods. Love this plug so much.”

Plug free. She hopped in quick. Didn’t want synthetic cum dripping on the floor. Hot water ran down her naked body. “Feels so good. Nothing like it after rough sex.” She soaped up her petite frame. Washed thorough. Stepped out. Towel around her. Slipped on slippers. Padded to the bedroom for an outfit.

“Let’s see. Personal, not business. No uniform. Got a great idea.” Red lace thong. Skulls and roses in the pattern. Erotic as hell. Black thigh-high fishnets over both legs. Tight black strapless dress over her head. Hit just above the fishnets. Bit of bare skin showing. No bra. Perky pierced nipples poked through the fabric. “Gods, love this outfit. So slutty. My signature vibe.” Black choker fastened. Leather black boots on. “Alright, off to the body mod salon.”

Street Stroll and Sex Shop Detour

She left her room. Hit the elevator. Enjoyable walk to the commercial district. Turned heads. She loved it. Always enjoyed slutty in public. Made her wet. Especially tied up. Dominated. “Alright, here we are!” Turned the corner. “Only been here once. First day off duty. Didn’t have time to look around.”

Strolled the path to the mod salon. Stumbled on a sex shop. “Oh, hell yeah! No way I’m passing this up!” Walked in. Browsed. “Let’s see the lingerie.” Racks everywhere. Bras. Thongs. Magnetic tear-off clothes. “Very cool. Magnetic strips in seams. Rip ’em off without ruin. Perfect for CNC play. Love a CNC in public. Pulled into an alley. Clothes torn. Ravished by a guy I can’t overpower. Makes me drool. Hmm. Safe word?”

Browsed deep. Picked three thongs. White with stripes. Light blue. Pink. Green. “Love striped panties. Like anime hentai ones. But thongs. Slutty flair. Kinky no matter the outfit.”

Eyes hit the toy section. “Butt plugs! Can’t have enough. My favorite.” Every shape. Size. Color. “Fuck yes! This one’s coming home with mommy.” Five increasingly large balls. Black. T-shaped handle. Loot in hand. Hit the counter. Self-service. Service bot for questions. Paid. “Gonna test this plug.”

Changing room. Toy cleaning soap dispenser. Cleaned it. Lifted dress above her ass. Pulled red lace thong to her knees. Bent at the waist. Spread cheeks. Lube from the room. “So ready.” First ball against her anus. Rubbed circles. Inserted. “Mmm yes.” Small moan. Second ball. “Nngh.” Face to the wall. Rubbed nipples through the dress. Third ball. “Stretch I like. Want more.” Fourth. Light whimper. “Mmhn.” Rubbed both nipples. Loved it. Final ball. “F-fuck, stretching good.” Last ball in. Deep moan. “Nyah! Fuck, fills me up good. Love this. Worth the money!”

Stood straight. Mirror check. Hard nipples through shirt. Dress up. Panties down. Plug deep in ass. “Fucking hell, such a slut. Damn hot slut.” Confident. Fixed clothes. Blew a kiss. Grabbed thong bag. Left changing room. Exited store.

Spent longer than planned. Headed straight to body mod salon. “Gotta come back with time for a spree.” Door slid open. “Hello! Welcome to Dandelion Salon. What brings you in?” receptionist said.

“Good evening! Here for permanent body hair removal. Referred to Lyra.”

“You’re here for Lyra? Must be Teala. Captain Rhea said you’d come. Last door down the hall to my left. She’s expecting you.”

“Expected? Cool. Thanks!” Down the hall. Tattoo guns buzzed behind doors. End of hall. Lyra’s name on the door. Knocked. “One moment,” voice inside said. Teala waited. New plug’s fullness distracted her. Door slid open.

“Hey, cute little thing. You must be Teala. Come in. Been waiting.” Lyra had caramel skin. Straight black hair past her buttocks. Deep purple eyes. Huge breasts. Loincloth nearly to the ground front and back. Sides open from ankle to hip. No top. Dozens of golden necklaces covered her breasts.

“Captain Rhea said you might come. Cleared my schedule as a personal favor. Big name to get that. What can I do, doll?”

“Didn’t know she’d call ahead. Passed inspection this morning. Rewarded me with this.” Teala held up the token. “Give it to you. You’d take care of me.” Handed it over.

“My goodness! Old Navy Franc. Physical currency before digital. Captain knows my coin collection. Covers services. She said never shave again, huh?”

“Spot on. Hoping for tattoos and piercings too. Navel pierced. Tattoo on pantyline.”

“Right gal. Glad for more. Coin’s overkill for just bald kitty. Hair removal first. Quick. Easy. Clothes off. Into that glass chamber. Leave stockings, boots, jewelry. Just dress and panties. Modest? Nah, not you, babe.”

“Modesty? We ain’t friends.” Teala chuckled. Dropped dress and thong on table. Stepped in.

“Ready, sweetie? Minute. Painless. Slight warming on follicles. Widen stance. Hands high. Keep ’em there.”

“Yes, ready.” Hands up.

“Okie dokie. Starting.” Buttons pushed. Door shut. Blue light danced inside. Just warming. She pictured herself naked. Plugged. Sealed in glass. Exotic pet on display. Light faded. Beep. “Done, sugar. Hands down. Step out. Dress or don’t. Don’t mind the view.” Wink.

Teala stepped out. Robotic tube vacuumed stubble. Hand over pussy. Armpits. Buttery smooth. “Damn! Worked great! Should’ve done it first day.”

“Used to be boot camp mandatory. Now optional. Bare or labia only. How about piercing and tattoo? What design, cutie?”

Inked and Pierced

“Left half skull with bat wing. Right heart with angel wing. Black ink. Pantyline, right side.” Thong on. Dress over head.

“Love it. Sit. Get you fixed.” Chair. Tattoo and piercing back-to-back. Gold piercing. Purple crystal on thin chain. Lyra rambled on coins. That Franc completed her Navy set.

“All done. Check ’em. Healing spray worked. Fully healed.”

Teala stood. Mirror. Tattoo perfect. Piercing great. Complemented her body. “Perfect! Real artist, Lyra.” Dress down. Piercing visible like nipples. “Looking hot as fire. Not that you weren’t before.” Wink. “Sending contact to your datapad. Appointment or play.” Another wink.

“I’ll reach out! Fun chatting. Captain sending something to my room for inspection. Curious if delivered. Good night!”

“Next time pleasure, not business.” Lyra waved.

Back through Dandelion halls. Market district. Elevator. Call button. Display showed floor below. Climbed slow. Another woman joined. Red chin-length bob. Bangs. Almost yellow eyes. Fair skin. Teala found her hot.

“How ya goin’?”

“Pretty good. You?”

“No complaints. Ready to ditch these heels.” Laugh.

“Heard that. Boots girl mostly.”

“Date with a girl. Impress her. Only half-fancy shoes. Same dress.” Dark green. One long sleeve. Other arm bare. Bottom to shins. Slit to ribs on sleeve side. No panties visible.

“Manners! Blanca.”

“Teala. Quartermaster.”

No Special Agent mention. Ask captain later. Display one floor down. “Pleasure’s mine, quartermaster. Didn’t know. More respect.” Saluted.

“No formality. Off duty. Lascivious outfit. Quartermaster’s ship’s maid. Relax.”

Blanca up. “Not Navy service. Work vessel. Treat personnel superior.”

“At ease. Won’t bite… hard.” Wink. Blanca blushed. Red on fair cheeks. “Elevator slow, huh?” Blush deeper. Display still one below. Teala mashed button. “Acting up. Grease in shaft. Stairs?”

“Heels off sooner.”

Beep. Door opened. “That settles it.” Inside. “What floor?”

“Seventeen.”

“Roger.” Both buttons. Door shut. Six floors up. Lurch. Stop.

“What the fuck? Stuck?” Buttons mashed. Hummed. No go. “Yep. Stuck.” Emergency button. Rang. “Hello, emergency signal. Alright?” Male voice.

“We’re fine. Stuck between floors.”

“Roger. Maintenance to control room. Hold tight.”

“Understood.” “Guess we get acquainted. Roommates till fixed. What do you do, Blanca?”

“No arguments. Kill time. Red Light district. Dance at Regal Rose.”

“Wow! Cool. I’d dance if not enlisted.”

“Really? Why?”

“Honest? Kinda a slut. Love display. Lust eyes fire me up. Paid? Hell yeah!”

“Gods, me too! Navy control. Pro-sex laws. Born outside space. Visa when opened. Dancer contract. Ten years. Citizenship end. Live here. Keep earnings. Rose stationed me pre-departure. Dream come true.”

Blanca kicked off one heel. It clattered against the elevator wall. The hum from the shaft panels droned on steady. Teala shifted her weight. Felt the five balls press deeper with the movement.

Blanca rubbed the back of her neck, eyes flicking to the stuck display. “Ten minutes, they said? Feels longer already.” Teala leaned against the rail, the black T-handle of her new plug nudging her dress hem. Sweat beaded under her choker from the rising heat, elevator vents clogged with deck dust. Blanca’s heel tapped the floor mat, sole scuffed from stage shifts at Regal Rose. “Ever grind on a pole till your palms blister?” Teala asked. Blanca snorted, shoulders dropping. “Every Friday rush.” Emergency line crackled again: maintenance rerouting, hold pattern. Teala’s thighs clenched around the balls’ weight. Door jolted once. Lights flickered. Then steady hum. Blanca slipped her second heel off. It bounced beside the first. Teala grinned. “Welcome to floor seventeen.”