Cast
Sabina – Ship’s captain.
Celes – Ship’s engineer/2nd mate, technical wiz.
Leece – Genetic engineer on the move with a strange habit of cloning herself. Carrying a dangerous secret.
Amanita – Ship’s AI, under going some strange changes.
The Muckabout – Mostly automated freighter captained by Sabina.
Frostbite – Genetically engineered war machine, with a few small alterations and one, nasty quirk.
back to part four
The Cargo - Part Five
“Major, I want options, I want our people out of there by any means necessary.” Admiral Gray growled softly. Captain Thomas was already discussing options in the background with his crew when Leece number Seven spoke up. “I know a way.”
Jenka stepped close, forcing sabina to kneel on the floor for the moment, her eyes narrowing at the much smaller female. “This better be good.” She growled menacingly. Leece glanced at her bound clones and friends before continuing.
“You most likely don’t have anything on board that can incapacitate Frostbite. He’s engineered to withstand anything short of capital class weaponry. His class of warrior is the next step…”
“Get to the part where we can stop it.” Jenka snapped, her powerful, gloved hand grabbing a fistful of Seven’s hair and sharply yanking back. Seven’s head snapped back as she cried out, her bound body arching into a severe arch.
“The only way to get it off your crew is to offer it a fresh victim. Frostbite likes… variety.” She gasped out in pain as the rest of the Muckabout crew stared at Seven in horror. It didn’t take much guessing to figure out that a fresh victim meant one of them.
“Throw it one of the clones.” Thomas spoke up. “They are redundant anyways.”
Several of the clones squirmed, mewing pleadingly into their gags at this until the Admiral countered. “No, they are valuable, and I want the captain here for questioning. That leaves…” All eyes turned to Celes as her ears flattened.
sabina stammered in protest, which soon her Jenka’s fist twined in her hair, arching her petite body back into a tight arch. Full, pert breasts thrust forward as she gasped softly. “You can’t! That thing will kill her!”
There was a short silence as Celes squirmed and inch wormed frantically on the floor. Five broke the silence, her voice trembling a little. “Maybe not. We… we can replicate the regenerative nanites in the med bay. Those would theoretically keep Celes alive, even for weeks with Frostbite.”
Admiral Gray nodded slightly, her red lips pursed in a deep frown. “Explain, regenerative nanites? Skip the technical lecture, I thought things like that were still black listed tech.”
“They are Admiral but… I… that is we can make them. All the Leece clones and sabina have already been treated with a variation of them. It’s how we can stay tied up for weeks, even months on end and…” A sharp hiss from Seven brought Five up short in her explanation. Admiral Gray’s voice mirrored Jenka’s dark smile at the admission of how long their captives could endure such extreme captivity.
“That interesting tidbit aside, how long will it take to get Celes ready? I have no need for her dead, but I want my crew out of there and now.” Ms Gray replied.
“Ten minutes, but I will need some help.” Five stammered, glancing nervously at Celes and then at their captors.
“Ten minutes and not a minute more. Major, send a detail with three of the clones to the lab. Use the time to outfit the others in… proper attire for me. I believe you know the specs for it, have the ships systems turn out the needed items.”
Jenka nodded, glancing at the clones she pointed at Five, Six and Seven. “Those three, go.” Without even bothering to watch two of her raiders unbinding and leading the clones off Jenka sat at a nearby console, using her fistful of sabina’s hair to pull her in close. “Now, I am guessing this bucket has an automated production facility for basic items, clothing and the like?” She whispered softly into her captive’s ear.
“Yes Miss.” sabina gasped in reply.
“Good.” Jenka began entering the commands, asking sabina for specific information as the ship’s systems began to rapidly produce the requested items. She was pleased to find detailed files on all the ship crew and passengers with regards to sizing. Strange, Jenka thought to herself, it’s almost as if their were already plans to outfit these nine with some pretty severe bondage gear before she even started.
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Amanita tickled under the chin of her captive, smirking as he whimpered softly into the gag. “Such a cute little boi.” She whispered, pressing her body against his. Arms encased in a pink leather single glove, legs laced into a matching mono boot. It had not taken long for Amanita to enslave its personality; taking control of its basic functions would take a little more work though. Amanita smirked as she showed him the cock harness, cruel straps bristling with uncomfortable studs. “Now, let’s talk about how you can please me.”
His gag muffled squeals echoed in the empty electron darkness as Amanita began to torture her captive. She certainly hoped it would take awhile to reduce his defenses to a manageable level.
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Jenka clicked the last lock into place, running her powerful hands possessively over her captive. “Very nice.” The bondage was complex, tight, and very secure. Each of sabina’s arms had been fitted into a form fitting leather sleeve with a fingerless mitten at the end. Cuffs built into the leather retracted closed, secured with an internal latching mechanism coded to a special magnetic key. The cuffs made sure the sleeves would not slip down, secured tightly around each wrist, above the elbows and again above the biceps of the captive.
A matching three quarter posture collar surrounded her throat, itself secured with three of those internal locking rings. Straps ran from the front and back of the arm sleeves to the collar, where the grooved metal tips of the straps were locked tightly into recesses in the base of the collar. Even if the cuffs were somehow loosened, these straps would prevent the arm sleeves from being removed.
Each of her arms had been folded, wrist to opposite shoulder, and locked in place. A ring at the tip of the mitten was locked to the wide of the collar, exposed D rings on the cuffs also locked the wrist to the opposite bicep cuff and to the other wrist. The final lock secured the elbow cuffs together in perhaps the most secure bondage sabina had ever experienced. It was not as strict or uncomfortable as being in a reverse prayer perhaps, but it felt even more immobile.
Knee high leather ballet boots followed, custom fitted and complete with cuffs around ankles and just above the calf. Lastly Jenka had taken great pleasure in lacing a leather corset around her waist, pulling until the helpless little captain was gasping for breath. Straps from the corset wrapped over and around the folded arms, pulling sabina back, arching her into the cruel embrace of the leather even as her perky breasts were thrust forward even more lewdly. Knees trembling, she whimpered softly as Jenka caressed her teasingly.
“Do you like this hmmm? Admiral Gray and I collaborated for a long time to come up with this outfit.” She chuckled, glancing over and watching as the clones were identically bound, save for Three who was left to the torment of her puppy suit. “Thomas did add one refinement though.” Jenka whispered, slipping a thick strap down between sabina’s legs. The crotch strap was pulled tight, cruelly tight, sinking the leather deep into her softness. The leather was smooth, butter soft on the outside, but inside it was lined with teasing, stiff little rubber fingers. It never failed to amaze Jenka just how fast a ships facilities could make such complicated gear.
“Are we ready Major?” Captain Thomas’s voice asked through the intercom. “I have two platoons on our side of the airlock, we are ready to receive the moment you can make a break for it. One you are aboard we break the seal and tow this heap via tractor beam out of here. That thing can enjoy its little crewbie for the duration.”
Just as Jenka was about to reply the guards in the bay called in. “Ready here.”
“We are ready Captain Thomas, Admiral. Moving out now. Second squad, meet at the entrance to the cargo bay. Two minutes.” Jenka turned, tossing the helpless captive over her shoulder and nodding at the others to do the same. Shortly they were at the bay, with Celes held tightly in one of the raiders arms.
“Alright Celes, you get inside and hide. Make it chase you.” Jenka growled as Seven carefully injected the thick solution into the side of her throat. “But don’t fight it, that might be unsafe.” Seven smirked and reached down, her fingers teasingly caressing over Celes’s folds. The little second mate was soaked, the combination of fear, anticipation and strict bondage apparently having quite an effect on the girl.
“Resist… I think this little slut is going to enjoy every second of it.” And with that the door opened, and Celes was pushed through.
The huge masked figure poked at the unconscious female tied down in front of him. “Mmmm, toy not squealing enough. Not…” He tensed, sniffing the air and growling softly. “New toy.” He chuckled darkly, turning and glancing around his eyes spotted the trembling little raccoon morph. “Lovely toy, come play with Daddy.” He growled, stepping towards Celes with a frightening speed.
Celes squeaked and bolted, darting between the rows of supports and crates. “Now, now, don’t run from Daddy.” Frostbite called out, eagerly setting off in pursuit. Ms Gray and Thomas watched on the security feed.
“Now.” The Admiral gave the order, letting Jenka and her troops know that Frostbite was well distracted. The door opened and they flooded inside. Three moved to free their fallen, ravaged comrades as the rest made for the airlock door towards the read of the ship. Celes squeal of violation and pleasure erupted, echoing off the rafters of the cargo bay. Frostbite’s chuckle was equal parts pleasure and dark threat.
“Don’t worry little toys, Frostbite will find you soon enough!” Celes was pinned to the wall, her legs folded back to her shoulders as Frostbite pressed his massive frame close. Her eyes widened at the sheer girth and size of his cock, he was easily as big as any toys she had ever played with. His first thrust was brutal, almost savage, filled with an animal desire that Celes had never imagined. This creature, this man would have her, he simply HAD to have her with ever fiber of his nature. She arched and sobbed out, exploding into a massive orgasm as Frostbite began the first ravaging of what looked to be days and days of them.
The others flooded through the airlock, cycling it closed immediately. “Clear!” Jenka called into the com, the ship lurched as docking was broken and the raider moved for a little clearance.
“Major, bring them to interrogation immediately, I want answers!” Ms Gray snarled, nodding for Thomas to follow her she set off for the lower decks. “Those clones and that little captain have a lot of explaining to do.”
Outside the interrogation rooms Admiral Gray had gathered with Jenka and Thomas. “Captain, take those three into room one. Find out everything, and I mean everything. The Major and I will take the others.” She pointed at Seven, Six, and Two before ushering her captives into the other room.
“What about that one?” Jenka asked, glancing down at the squirming little form of Three.
Ms Gray chuckled, arching a delicate eyebrow. “Give her to the crew, in fact take that one and that one with her.” She pointed to number Two and One. “Tie them down in the rec center and make sure to leave plenty of lube close at hand.”
As One, Two and Three were led away to the pleasures of a sex hungry crew the Admiral casually pushed sabina and Five into the first interrogation room, glancing back over her shoulder at Jenka. “Coming Major?”
“In one moment Admiral.” The amazonesque warrior responded. “Captain a word please.” She glanced at Thomas a moment as he pushed his victims into the other dark room and closed the door. Thomas turned back with a roguish grin, alone in the corridor with a hardened combat professional nearly his own size and probably more than his equal in strength. The glistening synthetic cat suit conformer to her powerful, potent curves and muscles. With a soft hiss Jenka lunged, her hand wrapping around his throat at first, her solid mass slamming into his chest.
Thomas tried to turn, to execute a hip throw but her speed and ferocity gave her an insurmountable advantage at the moment. The impact of their bodies against the wall made a hollow thud as she plunged into a kiss with the captain. The pressure and power of the collision left him breathless and seeing stars for a moment as the jaguaress’s tongue plunged into his mouth and then into his throat. Her free hand reached down and cupped his ass possessively as his hands found her large, firm breasts through the suit.
His vision tunneled as he struggled gasping for air as the kiss broke. The hand around his throat slid up and grasped his hair, pulling down and to the side sharply. With a ragged yelp his head twisted, looking at the ceiling as she growled into his ear. “I’ll be by to play later tonight.” She growled, enjoying the eager moan of anticipation that Thomas let slip.
“You promised not to leave bruises this time.” He winced. “This is definitely going to leave a bruise.” He chuckled half jokingly. “I might have to put you on report.”
“When I am through with you boy you will be lucky if you can hold a stylus long enough to write a report.” Slowly Jenka stepped back, smirking at the trembling man before her. Like so many in positions of command and stress Thomas liked the occasional adventure into submission. Though he always wondered somewhere in the hours under her cruel care, why he let himself get into this again.
Jenka brushed past him, slipping into the room where Ms Gray and the captives waited. Thomas took a moment, drawing a shaking back as he tried to relax enough to make his erection a little less obvious before dealing with his victims. “Definitely going to leave some bruises.” He chuckled softly to himself before entering the interrogation room.
Admiral Gray listened to the dull thump of bodies hitting the wall and chuckled to herself as she firmly pushed sabina back into a framework chair. “Looks like I have a little time to get you ready.” Until now sabina had remained mostly silent, little whimpers and ragged breaths aside. But finally she had to speak up, the fear inside welling in her stomach.
“What do you want to know? We already told you about the creature! You don’t have to torture us.” she stammered softly, squirming already against tubular steel framework.
“Have to has nothing to do with this pet.” Ms Gray smiled, caressing her gloved fingers along sabina’s jaw. “It’s our pleasure. But you can lessen your suffering and hers by telling me what you are carrying.” sabina’s nipples stiffened, her eyes closing part way at the gentle touch. The blonde had such a presence, so sultry and yet elegant. And the Major who had kidnapped them, her powerful curves such a contrast to the slender, almost willow like Admiral.
“The manifest is in the computer, surely your people…” she whimpered, gasping softly as the Admiral began securing her to the frame with thick leather straps. Each one hauled tight, cruelly tight, pinning her in place.
“I mean the real cargo girl, don’t toy with me.” Ms Gray’s voice took on a much sharper tone as she strapped her victim’s legs wide apart. A strap hauled tight around sabina’s narrow waist crushed down the already constricted body. “You are hauling something valuable, something no one is supposed to know about.” She growled her left hand taking a vise like grip of sabina’s left breast. “Now tell me.” She demanded, eyes narrowing as her gloved fingers sank into the pale, firm, supple flesh that more than filled her hand.
sabina whimpered, her head arching back, bound arms pinned between the frame and her back. “What… what do you mean?” she gasped out, sobbing as the pain grew unbearably worse for a moment.
“Fine, we do it the fun way then.” Without warning the Admiral yanked a one-piece head trainer over her captives face. The combination blindfold and muzzle ball gag smothered her pretty face in tight leather as Jenka padded through the door. sabina’s soft, gagged whimpers underscored Ms Gray’s chuckle as she glanced up at the Major.
“Making plans with the Captain for later are we Jenka?” Jenka grinned as she loomed over the trembling, helpless form of number Five.
“Care to join me. He’s quite sexy all naked and sweaty you know.” sabina moaned softly, squirming as the head harness was joined to the frame with more straps. The petite captive surged against her bondage with a squeal as clamps were added to her unbearably sore nipples.
“No, I think it best the Captain and I stay on more, professional ground. But that being said, give him a couple sore spots for me.” The Admiral grinned, giving the smirking amazon a playful wink. “Get that one ready, we start with her. I will let the littlest captain here soften up a bit.”
Jenka nodded, snagging Five by the hair just as she tried to slink away. “Certainly.”
As Jenka suspended their soon to be suffering hostage by wide spread ankles, Ms Gray continued whispering to, teasing, and adding torments to sabina’s firm little body. Plastic bell cups were added over her clamped nipples, sucking the aching nubs firmly, painfully into their embrace. Spring loaded metal clips on each ear lobe, a few on each breast, one on her left eyebrow above the blindfold, a few more on her inner thighs. “I want you to listen to your friend, your lover screaming for us.” Ms Gray whispered. “I want you to think of how you could make it stop, but it’s not going to stop. It’s going to go on and on and on.”
Leece’s ungagged squeaks and whimpers punctuated Ms Gray’s very real threats and promises. “We can do this for days and no one is coming to save you.” A bristling array of spidery robot arms emerged from behind the frame, some holding supple rubber and leather straps, others with spiked pinwheels and still others with small metal probes that crackled with electricity. “Let’s begin with the paddle Jenka.” Ms Gray stood, leaving sabina to the mercies of the chair as she turned to a nearby cabinet.
Jenka smiled as she took a heavy solid rubber paddle down from a nearby shelf. “I should warn you Leece, this is going to sting.” CRACK! The sound made sabina flinch as Leece struggled to find enough breath to scream with. The impact was intense, the hard, yet slightly flexible, paddle cracked down with the force of a meteor strike. At least that is what it felt like to Leece. As she gasped a wide, thin band of latex snapped down from below over her muzzle, nose and mouth. Struggling she managed a squeal as the Admiral snugged the strap with her gloved hands, cutting off her air completely.
“Again Major, and don’t be so gentle this time.” SWACK!
sabina sobbed around the gag, squirming frantically as she listened to Leece getting the spanking of a lifetime so close at hand. One of the little arms dragged a pinwheel across her breasts, teasing around the tight suction cups tormenting her nipples. SMACK! The paddle shot rang out again as Leece struggled not to pass out from lack of air. The Admiral released the latex, letting her gasp and sob freely for a moment. The curves of Leece’s taut bottom felt like she was sitting in molten lead, tears welled in her eyes as she shuddered and began to beg.
“Please… please I don’t know anything! We already told you about Frostbite and..” CRACK! Her sob was liquid, filled with the intense heat the paddle seared into her cute little ass.
“I know.” Ms Gray whispered, stroking Leece’s ears gently. “It’s not you that have the answers, but your little friend there. Convince her.” Jenka smirked, her nose twitching as she leaned in close.
“This little tart is soaked Admiral. She loves this.” The Admiral grinned, glancing at sabina’s squirming form. “The little captain seems to be having fun as well. Let’s see if we cannot make them less comfortable.”
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Amanita lead her captive along on a leash, the boi was strapped wrist to shoulder, ankle to thigh as she walked him along a pseudo corridor. His head encased in a mask of rubber, smothering him, blinding him, robbing all sounds but those she chose to let him hear. His ass was half covered by the silly, pink rubber cheerleader skirt, and his smooth toned legs covered to mid thigh by matching stockings. The burning, red whip welts criss crossed his upper thighs and the parts of his ass left exposed by the cruelly undersized rubber panties.
“Now, I need the pass code for this door little one.” She whispered, reaching under to tug firmly on one of his pierced nipples. “Don’t make me ask twice.” He struggled, squirming a little as his cock throbbed painfully under the cruel harness and panties. He wanted to answer, he NEEDED to answer, but still he could not, not yet. With a sigh Amanita stood, walking around behind her puppy boi as a huge strap on coalesced from the shadows around her hips.
As she yanked the panties aside the thick, glistening black cock forced it’s way into the squealing boi. “I guess this is going to take awhile isn’t it my pet?”
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Celes sobbed, struggling to wiggle away. Why was she still conscious? Why was she still alive? Her bound form inch wormed along as Frostbite turned and grinned at her. “Mmmm, little thing is still wiggling. More playtime.” He chuckled. His shadow descended on her, his nose flared at the scent of her come and sweat soaked fur. The huge hands took possession of her again, pulling her back into his embrace as the huge cock was thrust into her ass.
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sabina shuddered, straining against the straps as one of the lower arms slowly dragged what felt like a fine sandpaper against her slit oh so gently. Leece’s sobs were again muffled by the thin latex as the paddle rained down again and again. It was at the moment the lights dimmed and then flicked off and on. Jenka’s eyes met Ms Gray’s in a worried glance.
“You stay with these two, I am going to the bridge to have a look.” The Admiral nodded, still smothering Leece before casually letting the strap snap free. Thomas was in the hall, closing the door to the second room just as the Admiral emerged. His tight uniform did nothing to hide the thick erection he sported. Without a word the two hastily walked to the lift. As the doors closed Ms Gray stole a not so subtle glance. “Very impressive Captain. You do your ship proud.”
Amanita gripped her slut by the nipple and yanked his head back sharply, growling into his ear. A voice echoed out, coming from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. “Systems report!” The voice bellowed. Amanita hissed softly into her slaves ear.
“Tell them everything is fine, all systems nominal or I will whore you out for five credits a fuck in a prison colony.” She hissed, twisting his pierced nipple sharply.
“All systems normal!” He cried out as his harnessed cock gave a sharp, yet somewhat pleasureable throb.
Thomas and Ms Gray reached the bridge in moments, Thomas’s pants having somewhat returned to normal. “Report.” He barked. “What was that power spike?”
“Unknown Captain, it could be just a fluctuation in the radiation fields caused the shields to draw more power than expected. The systems all report as normal. The only anamoly I see on the board is the computer core is drawing a bit more than normal.”
The Admiral nodded slightly as Thomas took the command chair. “And why is that crewmen?” She asked, glancing at Thomas with a quirked eyebrow.
“Unknown Admiral. Could be the core is processing data from the captured ship.”
“Fine, I want you to run systems checks every hour for four hours. Notify the shift commander immediately if you see anything unusual.” Thomas stood, grinning wolfishly at the Admiral. “We shouldn’t keep our guests waiting.”
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As the Admiral left the room Jenka slipped her powerful body into sabina’s lap, pressing in tightly against the squirming, whimpering, desperate little captive. Powerful, soft fingers stroked her harnessed head as sabina shuddered in fear, pleasure and frustration. Jenka’s hands took a possessive grasp of her face, unbuckling and removing the gag long enough to take her mouth in a deep kiss.
sabina melted, trembling and pressing into the kiss even as Jenka’s very large breasts mashed and pressured the suction cups and clips tormenting her own pert, full breasts. “You and your little friends have gotten me a bit aroused pet.” She whispered, standing slowly as she unzipped her cat suit. Fingers reached up, wrapping around the exposed supports above. With the grace of a predator she arched from the floor, lifting herself easily and wrapping her powerful, sleek thighs around sabina’s masked face. “Time for you to make me smile.”
sabina’s stammered protest was muffled by the demanding flesh of her captor. Jenka’s legs wrapped around the frame, almost smothering sabina with her need and arousal. Soft, wet slit pressed against the warm, red lips, powerful hips grinding Jenka against her toy’s face. Without thinking sabina responded, her unusually thick, wide tongue caressed over Jenka’s slit even as she whimpered in frustration. Part of her wanted Leece to have any respite they could manage, but more of her wanted to feel this intense, powerful woman’s pleasure, taste her desire.
Quivering softly she thrust her tongue deep inside Jenka’s clenching, demanding body. As the amazon’s hips pressed more firmly against her head sabina reflected on what the Admiral had said before. ‘No one is going to save us.’ And for the moment she honestly could not think of that as a much of a bad thing.
story continues in The Cargo 6
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