We could go faster. We could burn brighter.
> Jessie's Workshop:
>
> Recipe Combination:
>
> Auxiliary Rocket Engine Mark One +
>
> Liquid Explosion +
>
> Liquid Haste +
>
> Dragon's Blood
>
> +1 Auxiliary Liquid Mana Fuel (LMF) Rocket Engine
>
> New Recipe unlocked.
>
> Rocket Booster (Port 1) deactivated.
>
> Rocket Booster (Port 2) deactivated.
>
> Rocket Booster (Starboard 1) deactivated.
>
> Rocket Booster (Starboard 2) deactivated.
The empty rockets splashed into the sea.
> LMF Engine (Port 1) activated.
>
> LMF Engine (Port 2) activated.
>
> LMF Engine (Starboard 1) activated.
>
> LMF Engine (Starboard 2) activated.
> Hardpoints:
>
> Port 1: LMF Engine
>
> Port 2: LMF Engine
>
> Starboard 1: LMF Engine
>
> Starboard 2: LMF Engine
>
> Bow: Turret
>
> Keel 1: Mining
>
> Keel 2: Mining
>
> Keel 3: Mining
>
> Keel 4: Mining
>
> Bridge: Comms
>
> Stern: Turret
>
> Deck 1: Railgun
> Work Order:
>
> Secured Crew Seating
>
> Liquid Magic Dispersement System
>
> Total: 625,000 W
>
> Resource Gain: 70,000 W/s
>
> Estimated Time Remaining: 9 Seconds
> Work Order Complete
>
> Time Elapsed Since Last XP Gain: 43 Minutes
>
> +2,322,000 XP
> Resource Hold Status: Filling
>
> Resources:
>
> Blood: 0 / 0
>
> Fire: 800,000 / 10,000,000
>
> Earth: 0 / 0
>
> Water: 0 / 0
>
> Air: 0 / 0
> Resource Transmutation Rate: 70,000 W/s > 35,000 F/s
>
> Time Until Full: 4.4 Minutes
Just over four minutes. It would take that long for everyone to unfold their nearest secured seating from the walls and buckle in.
Jessie stood beside me in the engine room, and we stared at what looked like a BDSM torture device. "It's the Redrim Engine Core," she said.
This so-called Redrim Engine Core was really just two concrete blocks nailed into the floor with handcuffs laid beside, and from the ceiling, two dangling chains with padlocks. The entire setup was encircled with visual monitors displaying various ship stats, such as speed and fuel efficiency. There was also a comm screen that was open with the bridge.
Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.
"Well?" she said. "Go on, and I'll lock you in."
"I, uh, I'm not sure how this is--"
"You wanna go fast, don't you?"
"I wanted my velocity to increase. That's what I meant."
She pinched the bridge of her nose, then stepped back, raised her hand at me, and snapped her fingers. The chains whipped over and latched onto my wrists and ankles like attacking snakes, and I found myself bound. She was a machinist. This was her magic. How could I have forgotten?
As I struggled against my binds, the chains click-click-click-clicked as they reeled me into my spot on the floor. The limbs stretched out in every direction, and my body felt open and vulnerable. "Goddamnit, Jessie, you crazy slut. This is no time for foreplay!"
The overhead lights shined across her goggles, her hands stuck into her lab coat, and she smirked confidently--deviously--up at me. Heavy, calculated footsteps tapped from behind and echoed throughout the engine room.
"Well?" said the deep, powerful, noble voice. "Is he yet ready?" It was the Gimp King's voice! A whip snapped behind me! Fuck! I knew it was a whip because it sounded like one!
"W-wait, guys," I said. "Come on. Stop playing. I need to pilot the ship."
Cassandra's voice resounded throughout the engine room. "Resource Hold Status: Full."
Jessie turned to the monitors. "Begin countdown!"
Cassandra's voice echoed throughout the ship.
Ten.
Jessie strapped herself into her seat.
Nine.
"Redrim," said the Gimp King.
Eight.
"Do you consent?"
Seven.
"What? Why would I--"
Six.
"He consents!" Jessie snapped.
Five.
"The first rule of the dom states that he must consent," he said.
Four.
"Redrim, you fuck!" Jessie growled.
Three.
"Just consent! Consent to maximum speed!"
Two.
"Fine! Fuck! I consent!"
One.
"Redrim!" Jessie shouted. "Activate your shit, cocksucker!"
Cassandra announced, "Initializing burn."
The rockets outside flared to life, but they spun up slowly and with a low roar. It was enough to yank us around, but the power paled in comparison to the last burn.
> Thrust Power: 300 / 4,000
>
> Current Speed: 65 kph
Whap!
"Gah!" I winced. The fuckin' Gimp King whipped my asscheeks!" Whap! He did it again!
"Hurry, Redrim," the Gimp King bellowed. "Bring about your masochist desires, and take this ship to new heights of sexual gratification!"
> Heart of the Masochist activated.
>
> Current masochist bonus: 0%
>
> Emergency Power activated.
>
> Current power multiplier: 50%
>
> Thrust Power: 750 / 6,000
>
> Current Speed: 88 kph
The ship boosted with another burst of power, and I grunted against the force.
Whap-whap-whap.
I groaned and shuddered with each slap of the whip.
> Current masochist bonus: 10%
>
> Thrust Power: 825 / 6,600
>
> Current Speed: 91 kph
Jessie pushed a lever. The ship rumbled deeper, and I felt the momentum pull me.
Whap-whap! Whap-whip-whip-whap!
> Current masochist bonus: 20%
>
> Thrust Power: 1,800 / 7,200
>
> Current Speed: 140 kph
How could the Gimp King stand in this?
Whap-whap-whap.
"Unh... fuck yeah." Was this really happening? Did these crazy fucking whores really make a battleship engine that ran on sexual degeneracy? Pap-pap-pap-pap! I shivered violently. I... I liked it.
A lot.
> Current masochist bonus: 40%
>
> Thrust Power: 3,150 / 8,400
>
> Current Speed: 207 kph
The ship began to rattle. The visual monitors showed me a view of the outside ocean as it raced by as blue and white streaks, but I--
Whap! Uhnnn, fuck yeah...
--I couldn't concentrate.
Jessie pushed the throttle forward. The ship began to bounce in the sea. The comms crackled to life, "Admiral! What the hell is going--gah--on down there!" It was the Card King, and his face was red. He was upside down on the monitor.
"We're doing science, you fuck!" Jessie slapped the monitor, and the screen shattered across the floor. She shouted, "Gimp King! This is the final lap. Give him all you got!"
"Yes, mistress!" He shouted against the noise.
Wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-ap-ap-ap-ap-ap-ap-ap
It was a hurricane-force spinning and slapping and whipping against my back and ass and thighs and by the fucking gods I loved it, I loved it so fucking much--my hips! My hips are moving on their own!
> Current masochist bonus: 75%
>
> Thrust Power: 6,562 / 10,500
>
> Current Speed: 378 kph
Each punishing slap of the whip shocked me, and my skin electrified. I was vibrating with pain, with pleasure, and I felt the spark of degeneracy light the fire within, and my soul, my ego, my masochist identity resonated with the submission and the punishment, and soon, soon I felt myself lost in the pink and black waves of dark euphoria.
> Current masochist bonus: 95%
>
> Thrust Power: 2500 / 4,000: 7,312 / 11,700
>
> Current Speed: 415 kph
"Mistress!" shouted the Gimp King. "He's approaching peak masochism! We cannot go much further!"
"Push him further!" Jessie demanded.
"Mistress, if we go too far--"
"Do it!" she shouted. "He consented!"
"Do you consent?" the Gimp King shouted over the rumbling, rocking ship.
"Yes!" I screamed. "More! Punish me more!"
The Gimp King whipped even harder, his attacking grunts now rising to a furious crescendo of shouts and yells.
Fh-fh-fh-fh-fh-fh--
The whips were so constant and so rapid, they were no longer discrete snaps of leather against flesh. They were now a single sound, a single hum, a single line; punishment coalesced into a wave function that encompassed my entirety.
It was building. Overflowing. My cup runneth over. I was almost there!
> Current masochist bonus: 100%
>
> Thrust Power: 9,000 / 12,000
>
> Current Speed: 500 kph
I erupted. There, chained to the ceiling and the floor, I melted. I roared. I shuddered and twisted and felt wave after pounding wave and I--whap-whap-whap--he's not stopping! My roars deepened, louder, harder. My entire body pulsed. The chains began to crumble, and even the ship pounded and rattled and ripped about. It was falling apart.
"Mistress!"
"Got it!" Jessie said. "Hold on!"
> Current masochist bonus: 110%
>
> Thrust Power: 12,600 / 12,600
>
> Current Speed: 680 kph
>
> Masochist Drive: LOCKED-IN
The turbulence vanished. The ship dipped beneath me, almost as if falling through the water, but the force of the thrust continued, somehow smoother now.
As I slumped over in post-orgasmic bliss, I saw through Jessie's monitors that--
No fucking way.
Jessie jolted to her feet and fist-pumped. "It fucking worked!"
We were airborne. The sea rushed far beneath us, and a flight of birds followed along our flanks. Far ahead and getting closer, the clouds.
> Current Speed: 890 kph
Jessie furiously tapped around at the control panels. A monitor flipped on. It was the Card King. "Hey! Redrim! What the hell kind of pervert shit are you doing down there? We heard your orgasm all the way up at the bridge!"
"We're busy~" Jessie sang. "Water resistance is gone. This will be our top speed for a while."
The Gimp King undid my binds, and I slammed against the floor. There was no pain. I felt nothing. My body still coursed down the river of orgasmic bliss.
I looked again at the outside visuals. A cotton white spread of fog blurred past, bits seemingly sticking to the ship and pulled away into eddies and swirls, and as we shot out and into the light, we flew in a golden sky above a sea of clouds.