“I can’t stop… I can’t stop… I just can’t stop…” I said these things to myself as I kept running. “I’m so tired and my luggage is so heavy but, I can’t let them find me, I can’t let them catch me.” I look behind me. Flashing lights, fire, trees, snow. My vision is obstructed by everything going on around me but, I keep running. “How could this happen?” I repeatedly ask myself. “No no no.” i’m slowing down. “No, I can’t give up now, not when escape is so close.” The thought of not having to run anymore keeps me going. Until suddenly, I feel a hand wrap around my stomach and I being picked up by a dark figure. “Ah, no! Let go of me, let go of me please.” I say to the figure while struggling and kicking at them. This does nothing to them and they grab a rag and place it over my mouth and nose. I continue to struggle against them until I pass out.
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“Ow… My head… it hurts” I being to try to move. “Wait… What is this?…What’s going on?…Where am I?” I try to get up but, I can’t. “What? Why can’t I stand up? Wait, I can’t move my arms either. What the hell is going on?!?” I realize that I am bound to the wall with wall cuffs and I take a look around to try and figure out where I am.
The only thing I see is a metal door with a barred window. There are 3 gray walls with nothing on it. I immediately become frightened as I have no idea where I could be or what could be waited for me. Finally the door opens and I see two robotic entities in the door. They remove my restraints but grab my arms tightly as they start to transfer me somewhere.
As we are walking to wherever the we are going, I begin to remember what happened last night. The running, the lights, the dark figure. I then realize that I had been captured by the Intergalactic Confederacy and I immediately break into a cold sweat. I see another group of Confederate Droids transferring another prisoner back to his cell. He has marks all other his skin which only makes me more anxious.
We finally reach our destination and the droids say in a robotic voice, “Sit down fugitive, our general will be with you shortly.” They put me in a chair and bind me feet to it and then leave. I was terrified because not only was I captured but, the general of the Confederacy was going to be here and the is no one to save. I look of a window in the room and see nothing but deep space.
I almost jump when I hear doors open and I hear the impending sound of footsteps coming my way. “H-hello?” No answer. I suddenly feel something wrap around my wrists. It feels like rope. I begin to struggle but, the figure binding me pulls my hair so I stop. After finishing with my arms, the figure then starts to tie my waist and chest to the chair. The ropes are so tight that I can barely move.
The figure finally finished binding me and sat right in front of me. It was wearing a black tunic-type shirt, pants, gloves, and even a black cloak. But, the thing that caught my attention the most was his cold metallic helmet it was wearing. Fear immediately grew over me and I began to tremble.
It finally spoke in a distorted voice, “Stop struggling, escape is futile, and you’re stuck with me.” I stopped moving and I said, “Okay… You took me… You kidnapped me, the least you could do is be upfront about it, now remove your mask and stop hidin-!” The cloaked figure cracked me across the face and angrily yelled, “You’re not here to tell me what to do, so don’t command me to show my face!” I began to tear up and whimper. My face was really stinging now.
It finally says, “Although, removing the mask will probably make my task a lot easier.” It’s hand lift up and press a button on the side of the mask which starts release it’s grip from his face. The mask comes off and the face of a man with long wavy black hair and piercing yellow eyes are revealed to me. For a while, we just stare at each other with the sound of an engine rumbling.
Finally, he breaks the silence, “I bet you are wondering why you are here?” I nod and say, “Yes, why am I here and how did you find us?” He responds, “We were alerted to your presence when we detected a signal coming from your area and you are here because, you have been charged with crimes against the Intergalactic Confederacy such as, destruction of property and most important, stealing and distributing top secret confederate files. Does this sound familiar?”
He moves closer to me, his eyes piercing right through me. I blushed and get very nervous. I respond, “Yes…” He places two fingers on my cheeks and grabs my face. He continues, “I am here to make you suffer for your crimes and you are here to submit to me.” He lets go of my face and walks towards the wall and looks out the windows.
I ask him, “What are you going to do to me?” He responds, “I’m going to make you suffer.”
I immediately start to try and break out of my bondage. He grabs something and starts toward me. He says, “Now enough talk, lets get down to business.” He goes over the my luggage container he took from me, grabs a pair of my panties, and shoves them into my mouth. He then rips off a piece of duct tape and gently places it over my mouth. He then says, “Ah, much better. You are a lot more prettier when you are silent.” I try to insult him but, it just can put us mumbles.
He grabs the end of my chair and tips it over so that my face is practically at the floor. He then walks to a table and grabs a paddle from it. He walks back to me and explains, “The chair you are sitting in was designed for this kind of torture. There is a hole in the bottom area of this chair for this kind of punishment.”
He reels back his arm and then slam the paddle back down onto my ass. I let out a soft moan under the gag. He spanks me again and asks, “You like that you little whore?” and all I can answer with is another soft moan. He spanked a third time and yells, “I didn’t hear an answer, answer me you bitch!” He spanks me and I give him a little nod.
He continues to spank me, each time getting more intense. It feels so bad but so good at the same time. Each spank feels like a sharp needle of pleasure that started at my tailbone. vibrates around my spine, and spreads into my arms and head. Each crack of the paddle is met with a soft moan and a plea for more underneath my gag.
After about 15 minutes of being spanked, he stops and puts the paddle away. When he comes back he lifts me back up and sits in front of me again. He starts to gently caress my face and I start to calm down a little. Then he asks, “Did enjoy like being spanked?” I nod and he responds with, “You weren’t supposed to. You were supposed to be begging for mercy, like a normal girl but, I guess you aren’t a normal girl, your my little slut.” He then pulled a knife out of his pocket and I start to panic and try to move however, I wasn’t able to get very far as I was still bound to the chair. He came over to me and cuts one of the ropes releasing me from the chair. I try to ask him, “What are you doing?” and he answered, “You won’t need that anymore.”
At this point, I’m still bound tightly, can barely move and I am standing in front of him. He puts his hands on my shoulders and forces my down to my knees. He unzipped his pants and said, “I accidentally gave you pleasure, now you need to repay me, my little slut.” He removed my gag and pulled his pants down reveal his huge cock.
He gently slid his cock into my mouth and I begin to suck him off. My mouth is quickly filled with his delicious semen and he kept thrusting his cock deep into my mouth. The fast movement of his erect penis felt great on my lips and each time it went in, I got a taste of his glorious jizz. The best part of it all was that I completely under his control and at his mercy.
He suddenly removed his cock from my mouth, then he sat me down on the floor, and slid his cock into my pussy. This felt even better than before and the feeling of his shaft moving in and out of my tight pussy made me wet. He started to pull my hair as well and to “take it like a good little bitch.” Each time I felt his foreskin push into my coochie and I would moan intensely.
After about an hour of raping me, he finally stopped and pushed me to the ground. My clothes were all dirty and full of wrinkles, my hair was a mess, my face was covered in jizz, and I just layed there, looking up at him in fear and lust. He cleaned himself off and pulled his pants back up. He then said, “I see you enjoyed that as well.” I responded, “Y-Yes Master.” He raises his eyebrows in surprise, “Master? So I spank and rape for about an hour and a half and now I’m your master?” I nod slowly still blushing and with an erotic look on my face. He says, “Well, Master has business to attend to so, I must leave you, my little slave.” He ruffles my hair then grabs my panties sops you the cum on my face and stuffs them back into my mouth, saying, “Have some for the road.” He applies a new piece of duct tape to my mouth, picks up his helmet, and lifts me onto his shoulder. He carries me for a while he comes across two droids. He says, “You two! Take this little whore back to her cell.” The droids resound with a simple, “Yes, sir.” as the take me back to my cell, where I wait obediently for my master’s return.
Well, that was fun to write and I hope enjoyed reading it. It is kinda connected to the Extraterrestrial Torture Series I am writing. Feedback would be appreciated. Thanks again.
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