\n\t\t\t\t\tlongblueclaw - you should check out his art! :3Being a privateer at the lawless frontiers of space had been an exhilarating and profitable career as long as it had lasted, while being a captive former privateer at the lawless frontiers of space was much less exhilarating and much more frustrating and embarrassing, not to mention there was no end in sight to her new 'career'.
These thoughts cross Feligris' mind as she painstakingly takes measurements of new outer hull damage for a patch plate while floating next to the vessel she's doing her indentured service on – simulatenously knowing that most of the crew gleefully ogles her through portholes or camera feed, just to get a glimpse of her in her unusually formfitting spacesuit which the ship's engineer had figured out specifically for her. Her enormous breasts, courtesy of breast augmentation which she had been coerced to undergo as as one part of the terms in exchange for her life after capture, make her especially self-conscious due to how she needs to constantly work around them.
However the most frustrating part is something she cannot see over her burdensome bosom but can nevertheless feel constantly as she moves – in other words, the crew had decided that the attachment points of her lifeline for spacewalks, should be secured to a inflatable dildo and butt plug which constantly stretch her sensitive insides during long EVA missions she's sent out to. And each yank of the cable makes her body stiffen involuntarily thanks to the slightly ribbed surface of the dildo which has been pumped out large enough for her entire lower belly to have swollen into the shape of the dildo.
Suddenly, the comm unit beeps and a squeaky male voice echoes inside the bubble helmet - ”Hey cat, make sure you double-check those measurements, FO said he'll space your boobs again if the plate doesn't fit.”
”O-okay, I'll do my best!”, she blurts out with a shudder – the last time when she had had her oversized breasts 'spaced' had been one of the most excruciating experiences in her life and it had taken a week for them to heal back even with medical help.
”Sure.”, the voice in the other end grunts before the communication cuts out. Trepidated, Feligris quickly rubs her lower belly to relieve the sensations caused by the infrequent yanking of the lifeline, after which she sets on to continue the measurements in hopes of not being forced to deal with any more torments today...