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 five
The Cargo - Part Six
The crewman watching Frostbite and Celes on his monitor blinked, his eyes narrowing for a moment. “Commander, you might want to take a look at this.” A moment later the com panel in interrogation room one flicked to life. “Captain?” The Commander tried not to look surprised as Captain Thomas glanced at the monitor built into the panel. His cock was sunk half way into Seven's ass as the struggling female howled into a tight leather hood. Without pausing Thomas grinned at the comm panel and nodded. “Report, and it better be important.”
“The creature is doing something Captain. It stopped fucking it's captive a few minutes ago and started rummaging through crates, it appears to be building something.” The Commander patched the feed through, letting Thomas see. Frostbite was assembling things at a frightening speed, moving with a purpose he never seemed to hesitate. Thomas turned and growled at Six, the clone struggling to keep her body arched back out of a tank of cold water. Her legs strapped down to a platform beside the tank, upper body held above the cold water by will alone.
“What is it doing? I thought that thing just lived to fuck?”
Six gasped softly, her fur already soaked from many dunkings into the tank. Thomas slid his cock from Seven's ass, ignoring her pleasured, pained gasp as he pulled away so quickly. His hand twined in Six's hair, keeping her out of the tank for now. “Well?”
“It's libido is ravenous, but it's not thoughtless. In fact Frostbite and all that series are of at least genius level intelligence. He has a plan that's for certain.”
“Commander, what is the status of that ship?”
“It is under tow, it's computer is still merged with ours. It's helpless, we could destroy it with a single volley.”
“Fine, keep a constant eye on that thing. I want someone on that monitor every second.” Thomas ordered as he casually forced Six's head under the water again. His powerful fingers held her there as he completed his command. “If it's a weapon and that thing begins to charge it destroy the ship. Otherwise report back to once whatever it's building is complete.”
“Understood. Should I make a report to the Admiral as well?”
“No, let her play in peace.”
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Frostbite chuckled to himself. “This toy is good, but we can make it even better.” He sniffed the air a little, analyzing compounds with the speed few computers could match. His hard claws ripped into another container, searching through for materials. Celes lay on the floor nearby, curled into a tiny ball. Her body was still capable, but the relentless fucking had taken a toll on her mentally. Frostbite turned, standing over the open crate before him. Inside a thick, tarry goo bubbled and hissed softly. “Almost ready little toy... almost. Double, double, toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble.” He chuckled.
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Jenka shuddered, moaning loudly, bucking against sabina's mouth as her captive licked eagerly. Anne smirked, leaning against the wall, simply watching as she had for the last thirty minutes. The scent in the room was overpowering, the intense, heady aroma of sex and punishment. The sensual musk of leather, the tang of latex, sweat and of course feminine arousal. Jenka's stamina to hold herself up against the framework was startling, but even she was beginning to tire. sabina moaned softly, her wide, soft tongue caressing over Jenka's clit as she squirmed in frustration. The scent and taste of the sexy warrioress were maddening. Sharp little aches fed the intense need inside as she squirmed against the strict bondage.
Finally Jenka pulled away, stumbling a little as her cramped muscles twinged. Turning she grinned at that Admiral, eyes dilated, breathing labored. “Quite... talented.” She chuckled, panting softly as she sank onto a nearby table to rest a moment.
“Mmmm, I may have to try her for myself.”
sabina began to stammer softly, struggling to speak through her own breathless panting. Jenka's taste and scent still filled the darkness, spicing the pains and helplessness with an intense sexuality that was almost unbearably sweet. she struggled, straining against the straps, squirming in frustration and torment. “Please... we... we really MMMPHHH.” The pleading was cut short by the fat, soft rubber ball inside the muzzle as Anne roughly stuffed and strapped it back into place. sabina's hips bucked sharply, as she moaned in helpless adoration of her captor's cruelty.
The Admiral stepped away, smirking at the softly moaning clone still dangling in the center of the room. “Now captain, you just hush. We are not going to ask you any questions for some time yet. You just sit there and listen.” Her gloved fingers lifted a spiked pinwheel from the table nearby, her thumb brushing over a switch near the base. Five howled as the little tips pressed in just enough to sting. The sting was made ten times as intense by the sharp little spark of current that danced between each pin tip and the next for a moment while any two touched her at the same time. The moments were brief, just a sharp spark and then the ache of the needle tip pressing into her nerves.
As Five tensed, swaying and twisting Anne wrapped that wide, supple strip of latex around her face. One hand held the latex tight over her mouth and nose, using the latex as a handle to hold her still, as the other hand dragged the sparking, prickling, evil pinwheel along her inner thigh. “Jenka, when you feel up to it, re-arrange sabina's clamps. We don't want her to get too used to them afterall.”
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Seven rode Thomas, facing away from him, her arms bound tightly as Six struggled frantically to stay above water. The hood Seven had worn for so long lay discarded nearby as she cried out in pleasure and mouthed the most filthy, nasty things she could think of, begging Thomas to fuck her harder. The Captain growled, his fingers gripping her hips, bucking against her as they both exploded into a massive orgasm.
Six's muscles burned, cramping, screaming in protest as she forced herself above the water again. Gasping for air, she began to plead, to beg Thomas to help her. Sputtering as she coughed up water, knowing she could only mange to stay up for a few moments at best. Seven smirked, leaning back into Thomas's embrace as they watched Six. “She'll be fine Master, but she does plead so sweetly doesn't she?”
At that moment the comm panel flickered to life. “Captain? The creature has finished, and it appears to be dipping it's captive in some kind of resin.”
“On screen.” The screen changed, Frostbyte was holding Celes by an ankle, dipping her struggling form into a thick black tar contained in a large crate. “Alright, what is it doing?” He growled into Seven's ear.
Seven grinned, grinding back against his lap and whispering. “I know what it's doing, but... why should I tell you.” She purred, daringly making her play for freedom.
“Because if you don't I will hold your little friend underwater until you do.” Thomas replied softly.
“Mmmmm, give me half a chance and I will do it for you Master.” Thomas only chuckled.
“Well what then? What do you want?”
“I could use a job.” Seven whispered back, turning to smile seductively at the Captain. “Can you think of any positions for me?”
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The interrogations had yielded nothing more of value. Thomas had left the bridge crew with orders to notify him of any changes in the captive ship while the command crew took their evenings rest. Rest was not exactly what any of them were likely to get though.
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Admiral Gray slipped into her quarters, the heels of her boots clicking softly on the deck plates. Her glittering blue eyes lingered on the trembling form of her captive, the former captain of the Muckabout. Her elegant eyebrow arched slightly as she looked the squirming captive over. At not quite five feet tall, the Admiral guessed she was at least two inches shy of the mark, and a bit under one hundred pounds sabina was a delightfully petite package.
Form fitted synthetic leather sleeves encased her arms, secured with locks attached to the internal, seamless shackles. Each arm folded across her back to the opposite shoulder, forming a V behind her, elbows forming the point of the shape. Locked to each other, and to the tall three quarter posture collar she wore they made her arms as useless and helpless as possible. The position forced her pert, more than a handful breasts forward and up, the stiff nipples almost begging for attention and abuse.
The rest of her body was bare, down to the mono ballet boot encased her athletic, toned legs from mid thigh down. The boot was laced tightly, drawing every bit of stretch from the leather. Anne smiled, her nose flaring slightly, inhaling the scent of arousal and sweat that lingered so thickly in the air here. “Now this is the kind of after dinner treat I could enjoy for days.” She chuckled softly, her voice a husky contralto.
The petite captive whimpered softly through her ring gag. The combination blindfold and ring gag harness was cinched down tightly. Made from latex rather than leather the harness had more stretched and the person who had secured it had taken full advantage of that fact. The straps bit into the corners of her slut red lips, the ring forcing them wide into an obscenely fuckable O shape. Long raven hair had been gathered into two girlish pigtails adding a bizarre contrast of innocence to such a lewd, sensual display. Cords ran from the base of each pigtail to the ceiling, forcing her to stand straight and proud.
The cute, tightly rounded little ass was thrust back, legs tensed in an endless struggle for balance. The light glistened softly on the thin sheen of sweat on her lightly tanned skin. Anne stepped inside, letting the door slide shut behind her. “Privacy lock.” She spoke, talking to automated room systems. The command not only secured the door but set her commlink to emergency calls only.
She padded slowly to her captive, savoring this moment. “I enjoyed watching you during the interrogation sabina. But as much fun as that was this is going to be so much better.” As she approached she smoothed her opera length leather gloves into place along her smooth, firm arms. “Because this is personal.” She whispered, taking the trembling woman’s face into her gloved hands and tilting sabina’s head back slightly. Her breath caressed over the ring gagged lips, warming the saliva that her slipped free from the corners of sabina’s gagged mouth.
sabina whimpered softly, moaning as the felt the touch, the closeness of her captor. “Personal, and there is nothing, no information, no answers, no way to make it stop.” She whispered, her mouth brushing against sabina’s lips as the captive moaned raggedly. The kiss came, it was soft at first, so soft sabina was not sure exactly when it was there until it was.
Admiral Gray’s tongue pressed through the ring gag as their lips sealed together, her hands holding sabina’s head as the prisoner whimpered and returned the kiss with an eagerness that bordered on frantic. Anne’s eyes opened for a moment, and then slowly closed again. The scent of arousal in the room had been an obvious tell, but this level of eagerness was more than she had hoped for in her new slave.
Slowly her hands slid upwards as the kiss deepened, caressing the harnessed face as sabina melted into the kiss and swayed helplessly against her bondage. Gloved thumbs pressed in slowly, closing the flaring little nose as sabina gasped for breath. The sudden loss of an airway made the kiss more frantic as she whimpered and struggled to breath. her nipples tightened, painfully throbbing, her knees threatening to buckle at any moment.
Anne fed her soft, spent breaths through the kiss, the leather of her jacket brushed teasingly against sabina’s aching nipples drawing another ragged whimper of desire and need. sabina shuddered, pouring herself into the kiss, quivering softly as she felt the heat inside welling, flaring higher. This woman, now her owner, she supposed, was going to kiss her into madness. When the kiss ended sabina swooned, threatening to topple, squealing out as the cords keeping her upright yanked her hair. Anne smirked, stepping back she crisply forehand and then backhand slapped her captive. The leather glove cracked down across each of sabina’s cheeks, snapping her head from left to right and then back.
“No one gave you permission to collapse slut. Never confuse my use of you with your pleasure.” She growled softly, her gloved hand took sabina by the chin, rubbing a thumb over the pink, freshly smacked cheek. Much to the Admiral’s surprise sabina actually nuzzled into the touch, moaning softly and cooing through the ring gag. “Little slut, you are no captain, you never were.” Anne grinned. “This is what you were born for, a life at the end of a leash.” sabina trembled softly, her only response was a soft whimper and a more urgent nuzzling of spread, glistening lips against the gloved palm of her captor.
The Admiral pulled her hand away at last, smearing the wetness of sabina’s saliva onto her captive’s breasts, teasing the achingly sensitive and stiff nipples in the process. “I am going to change into something more appropriate for my mood pet. Then I am going to make your predicament a little more intense.” Anne stepped away, shrugging free of her jacket and stripping off her gloves. “I will probably take a bath as well, unwind from a long day and all that. Don’t worry, I will be back eventually.”
sabina moaned loudly, pleadingly as her captor left the room. The soft swish of a closing door was the last sound she heard aside from the creak of the leather restraining her and her own soft whimpers and moans. her toes ached, legs threatening to cramp at any moment as she struggled. Slowly she forced herself to relax, fighting the urge to tense her legs and trigger the painful cramping that would surely follow. A bead of sweat trickled down her side and over one slender hip. It felt like a warm, wet, molesting finger, teasing her further along into subjugation.
Time crawled past, her moans became increasingly frantic as her slim hips ground against the air in frustration, thighs rubbing together in a maddening self caress that was never close to enough. When the door swished open again and the scent of the Admiral’s fresh perfume and leather hit her nose sabina sobbed as tears of relief and frustration welled under the tight blindfold.
“Oh, is pet happy to see me?” She grinned, padding up to sabina. The leather catsuit fit every lithe, elegant curve like a glove. Complete from fingertips to boots the black leather highlighted her willowy form perfectly. “Let’s get started then. It would be a shame to waste all this emotion.” She whispered, pressing a tall leather corset against sabina’s narrow waist. The corset went from her hips to over her breasts. The very top secured to the tall collar she wore, covering her breasts halter fashion with a cruel web of leather straps. The straps were at least a full size to small to contain sabina’s perky globes, with a steel ring pressing in cruelly around each nipple.
As she worked the corset into place sabina’s whimpers became increasingly breathless. Just fitting the corset made breathing almost painful, her breasts throbbed under the embrace of the straps. Anne adjusted the harness and corset little by little, getting it fitted into place. “And now, as I recall we can tighten this quite a bit. A slow suffocation that cannot do you any real harm because of your little friend Leece right slut?”
Anne stroked her hands over the narrow, corset bound waist of her captive. Nuzzling her nose to nose softly as sabina surged forward against the bondage for another kiss. Admiral Gray instantly stepped back and again slapped her captive forehand and backhand. “NO! You get a kiss when I give it slut, and not a moment before.” Scowling she turned to a nearby cabinet and reached inside. The first clamp drew a squeal of pain and surprise. The clamp bit sharply into the engorged, sensitive nipple the jaws pressing in from top and bottom. The clamp tightened sharply as Anne dropped the small weight attached to it.
“I can see you will require strict discipline and severe restraint sabina.” The second clamp bit down, it’s jaws pressing in from the sides making the pain slightly different, slightly off center, impossible to adjust to with the ache in her other nipple. The clamp jumped, yanked down by a slightly heavier weight. sabina squealed into the ring gag and shuddered, babbling, pleading with her captor uselessly.
“Shhhhh, this is nothing yet girl. Don’t make me hood you yet.” She growled, her left hand cupping sabina’s right breast, thumb flicking the clamp playfully. sabina arched, sobbing out at the torment, straining against the arm sheaths and mono boot helplessly. Anne’s fingers drifted down, tugging at the small built in adjustment tools, opening them and giving a small twist. The corset was a miracle of engineering, the tiny handles disappeared into the corset when not in use. But once opened, every small turn drew more slack from the corset, turn by turn the corset would tighten never disturbing the smooth perfection of the leather. With fairly little effort, and a little patience, many inches could by nipped from a waist, perhaps too many.
“Once we get this tightened slut, you can try to please me. Do well and you will sleep beside me, cuddled up in your bondage with me the entire night. Fail and I will sheath you and stuff you under my bed until sometime around lunch.” With a sharp twist sabina’s breath rushed out, gasping as she whimpered and nodded the tiny bit she was able.
Gloved fingers closed the adjustments again, caressing around to cup the pert little ass of her captive. The smooth catsuit leather rubbed against the tormented breasts, teasing the clamps as sabina moaned loudly and strained helplessly. Anne nose flared slightly, scenting the intoxicating smells of captivity and abuse. Her lips brushed sabina’s, claiming her mouth again, her tongue swelled into sabina’s mouth. The captive eagerly pressed into the kiss, sobbing softly as tears slipped from under the blindfold. As the kiss deepened Anne’s right hand reached back, lifting a thick, flexible rubber vibrator. The shaft of it glistened wetly in the light.
Her left hand parted the cute little bottom cheeks of the squirming slave. The kiss deepened more as the nudged the thick head of it into place. sabina tensed, squealing, shuddering softly and then pressing back against the toy wantonly. Slowly Anne wiggled, twisted and pressed it deeper. Her left hand coming around to again pinch the nose of her captive, forcing sabina to breath only the air she gave as the toy was forced all the way inside.
sabina felt like her insides were melting, melting around the hot spear slowly impaling her pert ass. Melting as the heat inside was fed only the sultry, spent breath of her captor. Melting as the room began to spin, the need inside welling higher, tightening her entire body. And then as the heat made her tears molten torment she came. Screaming into the kiss, sobbing, her hips bucking as the vibrator roared to life and the orgasm ripped through her like an earthquake.
Anne bit down on sabina’s lower lip sharply as the captive exploded into an orgasm. The thick, flexible toy wiggled a little deeper as her gloved hand pushed firmly. “I don’t recall giving you permission for that? Now I am afraid you must have some time alone to learn the error of your ways.” She growled softly into her captive’s ear. The rubber cock was thick, pressed in deep, a bulge near the base made certain it was going no where as it hummed and even wiggled inside sabina’s ass. Struggling only made things worse, but she absolutely could not help it.
A comm call later and Seven entered the room, pulling one of the clones along behind her. Anne wondered briefly which of them it could be, not Three surely, was it Five? Did it really matter? Her glistening red lips curled slightly as she decided it didn’t. Aside from Seven and Three, both quite firmly in their respective new roles, the rest were interchangeable toys.
“Did you bring everything as I required Leece?”
“I did Admiral. And thank you for… thinking of me.” Seven smiled seductively, quickly rolling out the heavy leather bondage bag as the helpless clone shifted nervously. The clone was utterly oblivious, sealed in an inflated latex hood and matching single glove. Aside from those items she wore only a pair of severe ballet boots and a posture collar, the collar was locked to the cart by a slender, glistening chain. She stood, abandoned, ignored for now, while her sister and owner dealt with sabina’s trembling form.
sabina struggled, gasping through the ring gag and moaning loudly in torment as the thick toy inside her hummed like a blender gone mad. her knees buckled, arms straining against the bondage. This is not possible, she frantically thought, i cannot take this, not another second. The moans became garbled pleas, sobbing helplessly as she begged her captors with wordless whimpers for mercy.
The only reply she got was Seven’s hands, massaging and kneading her cruelly harnessed breasts. “Shhhh sabina, this is only going to get worse. If you keep whimpering like that we will double your time in the box.”
sabina tensed, her brow furrowing above the blindfold. Box? What box is she talking about? sabina wondered frantically. Miss Gray’s voice hissed into her ear from behind as a thick leather hood was forced into place over sabina’s head. “I think nine hours will do as a start.” She whispered softly, her voice dripping with sadistic seduction. The thick plug forced into sabina’s mouth mercilessly tickled her gag reflex. A pair of thin tubes led away from the gag, the hood had no other openings of any kind.
As Anne laced the hood, smoothing the leather tighter and tighter around her captive’s head, sabina’s breasts began to tickle, itch and even burn. A ragged moan erupted as Leece worked more of this evil oil into her full breasts and then roughly stuffed a gloved hand coated in the stuff between her thighs as well. “I’m glad we have such a perfect test subject for this Admiral. I have been dying to try this recipe out for months.”
Miss Gray secured the laces under a zippered flap, loosening the posture collar just enough to make sure the hood was properly tucked into place before tightening it again. “Explain again exactly what this is and what it does Leece?” The Admiral purposely called Seven Leece, as she was the only clone on the ship that was to be seen as a free person and not a toy.
“Basically it’s a nano infection Miss Gray, a combination of nano tech and a bacteria. It feeds on dead skin and produces a secretion that is just slightly acidic. It cannot reproduce, so it cannot spread, just stays right where it is applied and feeds, endlessly.”
The Admiral smirked, her lips curled in an appreciative smile. “And this secretion is not dangerous?”
“Not at all Miss Gray. It’s no more acidic than any number of minor irritants like say, cinnamon oil, or pepper oil. The feeding process tickles like mad a never ending ticklish itch that slowly begins to burn. Once all the dead skin flakes are removed the bacteria expires and dissolves into a drop of this oil. The entire process takes about ten hours. And has the side effect of a good skin exfoliation. Originally the idea was for a beauty treatment, but no one could sit still for the tickling long enough for it to work.”
sabina gave a gag muffled scream of torment at that moment as if to punctuate Leece’s explanation. “Our little toy here will not have any trouble in that respect I should think.” The Admiral replied with a grin. Slowly she was forced into the leather sheath on the floor, her mono booted feet pressed into the bottom of the sack. Struggling uselessly, arching a little sabina frantically tried everything she could think of to trigger an orgasm, or failing that escape the hands of her captors.
Unfortunately all that she could think of was squealing into the hood and wiggling like a drugged inch worm, neither of which had much success. Slowly the little captain disappeared into the cocoon of leather. her skin already slick with sweat was swallowed into the heat and darkness of this new, intense captivity.
As the sheath was snugged tighter Leece playfully flicked the clamps still pinched down on sabina’s nipples. “She we remove these? The leather will press down on….” Leece stopped, glancing up at the sensual smirk Miss Gray was sporting. “Never mind.” Minutes later is was done. The built in leather hood was stretched over sabina’s already hooded head, plunging her even further into silences and away from the world. Trickles of sweat carried the burning oils from her breasts and bald little cunt down over her smooth skin. The clamps had been twisted, pushed down and at odd angles by the skin tight leather sheath.
As the laces were tightened again the tube into her gag was flooded with a hot, moist air. The air was laced with a mild stimulant, insuring she could not sleep, as if that would be a problem. The drug would keep her alert, completely trapped within the moment to moment of her torment and subjugation.
Working together Anne and Leece lifted the squirming, straining, leathered little form into a rubber lined drawer that was just barely big enough. With the toe of her boot Anne pushed the drawer shut, the locking mechanism securing it snapped down with a loud click.
“Now that she is seen to until the morning. Let’s have a little fun with this one.” Anne turned, eyeing the helpless clone. She had so wanted to ride sabina’s little face until that slut’s tongue could not move at all. But this was better, make sabina wait for it, make it her world before she allowed her that privilege. And in the meantime Leece and her clones would provide a most welcome distraction.
Inside the drawer sabina sobbed, squirming, just barely able to move enough to feel the tight limits of the rubber lining. The bondage was too intense, too tight, she could barely breath at all. Slim hips arched against the tautly stretched leather, as she strained with every fiber to somehow get away. The thick toy in her ass send a strong wave of vibrations through her, they seemed to run up and down her spine, melting into the unbearable ache in her breasts and little pussy.
Struggling to take a breath, the two narrow tubes fed her air and pulled away her exhalations. The thick, stale, hot air seemed so impossibly thick. Frantic squirming twisted the left nipple clamp, causing it to pinch even more sharply. And with that sabina exploded into the biggest orgasm of her life. Bucking against the soft lining of the drawer and quivering through the massive explosion. Tears spilled from under the blindfold inside the doubled leather hoods. No one heard her severely muffled screams as she convulsed sharply again and again. As she began to calm a little, the intensity of her captivity washed over the petite captain again, straining softly her slickened thighs rubbed teasingly against each other, already she could feel the need, the desire growing again. It would take hours for this orgasm to peak, an orgasm built entirely of helpless suffering, the caress of a tight leather sheath and the ache in her most sensitive, soft places.
With a soft giggle she twisted slightly, this would definitely take hours, but it wasn’t like she had anywhere else to be.
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As the Admiral began with her new toy Thomas slipped into his cabin, keying the door shut and relaxing for the first time that day. Why, he wondered, does the universe have to make these things so complicated? The ship couldn’t be filled with weapons, precious minerals or easily disposed of tech gear. No, this ship had to be filled with generic consumer goods of minimal value on the black market and a sex crazed, next generation, genetically enhanced war machine with a lethal libido.
“Lights.” He growled as he straightened a little, a long hot shower and a little scotch sounded like just the ticket. His frown deepened as the lights failed to respond, perfect, just the perfect end to a perfect day. He inhaled to try the command again, and in that breath his danger became clear. The scent reached his senses just as his ears registered the soft sound of leather on leather, but both were a moment too late.
He twisted sharply as his attacker pounced, the powerful weight hit him in the chest like a hammer. Frantically he tried to turn, to flip his attacker over his hip, but it was far too late. They tumbled to the floor as a pair of sleek, powerful legs twined with his and his head was pinned to the floor under a powerful forearm. “Good evening slave.” Jenka’s voice hissed into his ear as she pressed the damp cloth over his face. “I told you I would have you tonight.” She growled softly, biting down on his left ear firmly as the drugged cloth slowly made his darkness complete.
As he slowly came to he noticed two things immediately. The lights were on, and they were in the interrogation room. His whimper spilled past the thick, soft rubber cock Jenka had strapped into his mouth as he squirmed a little. He was naked, mostly, his cock already restrained in an all too familiar harness of rubber and steel. He knew from experience that any attempt by his cock to become erect would be uncomfortable to say the least. His arms tensed against the sleeve of leather holding them, wrist to opposite elbow, behind his back. The collar around his throat limited head movement, it was thick, leather and locked tightly shut. His legs were free for the moment, but he was quite certain this would not last.
Jenka’s soft chuckle reached his ears, she stood over his prone form in all her amazon glory. Just the sight of her supple, muscled form, that sleek gleaming coat as smooth as latex, her booted legs straddling his body like a warrior goddess over her fallen prey was enough to make his cock strain painfully against the harness he wore. Her smile melted into a sneer as she leaned down, twining her fingers in his hair and lifting him rather easily. Thomas struggled to get his feet under him as she pulled him nose to nose. Her glorious, toned body was wrapped in leather straps, tiny scraps of leather just barely covered her nipples and sex, and the thong back highlighted the firm curves of her ass.
Thomas could not help but whimper softly and then moan as his cock throbbed painfully under that harness. Jenka’s nose flared, scenting the fear, the need in her captive as she growled softly. “I guarantee you will not be walking right for a week by the time I am done with you.”
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Three pressed back behind the cabinet, struggling to wiggle her latex encased form deeper into hiding. At least they had removed the blindfold this time, giving her a chance to hide. Three crewmen walked into her line of sight, each one carefully scanning the room for any sign of her. “Come out, come out, wherever you are puppy.” One of them chuckled. “We have a nice little toy for you…”
Three whimpered softly, squirming a little as she felt the cool air of the room play over the only flesh of hers that was exposed. The openings in the suit left her perky, firm breasts completely exposed as well has her little ass and so recently well used little pussy. Maybe if she hid well enough this time she could…. could what? Escape? Get back to the Muckabout and be trapped there instead of here? At this point she would have given nearly anything just to be let out of this damn rubber suit for ten minutes.
“Awww, the little puppy slut is hiding.” The voice was behind her, RIGHT behind her. Three squealed and tried to struggle forward as the huge hand grabbed the back of her collar and dragged her into the open. “You know the rules puppy, we caught you we get to do anything we want to you.” The man chuckled, his lips curling in a sneer. “How do you feel about… nipple rings?”
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Frostbite lifted Celes’s gleaming form from the goo, the latex was slowly evening out, spreading into a second, glistening skin. She struggled to open her eyes, but they had long since been sealed shut, just as her arms had been permanently fixed across her back under the new skin. She gasped softly through the tiny holes over her nostrils, struggling to get enough air into her compressed lungs. The latex skin seemed to be tightening as it dried, compressing her breasts under a constant painful grasp.
The creature chuckled as he blew a slow, soft, cool breath over his toy’s drying form. His laugh was dark, twisted and it sent chills through Celes as the muffled echo reached her encased ears. “Implants taking hold, the toy so isolated.” He growled softly. Celes whimpered in confusion, she felt that… that caress of air over her new skin. But how could she feel it through the latex? She certainly felt the latex, the caress of it against her now furless skin was maddening. But she could also feel the heat of the lights above so clearly, the whisper tease of Frostbite’s hot breath as he growled and laughed over her form.
“Ready it is, ready for a new game?” He whispered as he pressed her now dry form against a cargo brace. The straps were applied quickly, bowing her body into a spine twisting arch over the brace. Her weight settled into the small of her back as the web of straps held her knees in a full splits, ankles crossed and secured to a web of straps further tormented and compressing her breasts. Her fragmented, muffled little groans of hurt and torment didn’t even make it past the smothering latex plug in her wide spread mouth.
Celes screamed as Frostbite worked a thin tube into each nostril, the sound managed just barely to penetrate her gag as she struggled wildly to escape. “Shhhh, don’t make Daddy mad little toy.” Frostbite growled softly, paying no mind to the fact Celes could never have heard him. The tubes were seated firmly, threaded expertly to feed her whatever strange, noxious vapors Frostbite chose to introduce. The gleaming war machine chuckled as he connected each tube to a small canister, a canister mixed carefully with the complete knowledge of a pharmacist devoted to the destruction of the will and the corruption of the mind.
The sickly sweet smell was the first thing Celes noticed as Frostbite turned on the gas. She inhaled sharply, pulling the gas as deep as she could manage without even thinking about it. His tongue, that huge, thick, wonderful tongue, was teasing over her slit. The sensations were easily twice as intense as she had ever felt before, reported to her overstimulated mind as both the sensual slither of the latex skin against her and as the tongue pressing against the latex itself.
The effect began quickly, old memories melted into the fog of arousal as she giggled and tensed against the bondage. That lick had felt so… so wonderful, so unbearably, unbelievably good. Celes squealed out and giggled girlishly as the drugs seeped into her mind. She could not remember the last time she had been so horny, so happy! The cares and worries of adulthood began to recede, leaving only the happiness, the purity of sensation and the drive to have fun that come from youth. But this new frame of mind was purely sensual, driven by the intense need inside as all other concerns were blasted to ash by the heat of her desire.
Frostbite watched, touching, nibbling, teasing as he slowly worked at reducing Celes’s mind to a creature driven purely by physical desire, a toy with no cares beyond what felt good and made her come again and again and again. Celes inhaled sharply again and squealed in pleasure and hurt into the gag, she stared into the darkness and savored every moment, every heart beat, every painful twinge and wonderful touch of her captor’s tongue. As the drugs took more and more hold of her, she could not remember a time when anything but those sensations had mattered.
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