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Chapter Four
I could not have been unconscious for all that long, just a couple of minutes. I was eventually able to slowly open my eyes and could see Svetlana and Mistress Katrina lying by my side. Her cronies were scattered about, all laid flat. The Space Pirates were coming closer, I could sense them cautiously approaching the room where we were all slumped unable to move.
I knew a little bit about the Space Pirates, enough to worry me. They were the sworn enemy of the Slaver Girls with a fierce reputation. An all girl group of pirates capable of just about anything. Their leader, Mistress Eva, was feared across the known universe and her crew were hand picked by her. It was said that they were the most beautiful but cruel girls, some of them were even former gladiator or wrestling girls.
I tried to move a little but seemed completely paralysed, probably by the narcotic gas.
The double doors to the room hissed open and the Space Pirate girls slipped in.
From my position on the floor I could see that there were three of them. They each wore tiny black leather mini skirts and halter tops with black knee high boots. They had masks on there faces too, like a cartoon robber might wear. Two blondes and a brunette, all three looked very young and stunning. The two blondes had there hair in pigtails which made them look even younger. The brunette had her hair tied back and looked a little more severe. They moved gracefully like felines, athletic and incredibly sensuous. What fabulous young fit bodies they had!
Again I tried to move but was helplessly in the grip of the paralysing agent that had been used on us. I looked over to Mistress Katrina as we lay there prone and saw her eyes meet mine. She looked absolutely furious but was totally unable to do a single thing about it.
The three pirates came over to where I lay and looked down at me smiling.
“Here she is, now go get the truck” said the middle blonde girl. She grinned as she reached down and took my collar remote control from Mistress Katrinas flaccid grip.
I desperately tried to move but was completely immobilised and could only look on as the brunette pirate girl returned pushing a kind of tall padded sack truck over to where I lay. The sack truck was laid flat on the ground next to me. I was lifted onto the truck by the two blondes and strapped into place. One strap around my ankles and another just above my knees, another at my waist, one just below my breasts and a final one at my neck. All were cinched up nice and tight. The truck was quickly lifted and I was swiftly whisked out of the room and into the corridor and away.
The whole event had taken only a couple of minutes and I was on my way, stood up straight and naked and strapped onto a padded sack truck, completely and utterly helpless, being delivered into the cruel hands of the Space Pirate girls!
Again I tried to squirm free but my muscles would not respond. I have to escape somehow before I am taken onto their spaceship! Once on there I am lost, their naked and helpless prisoner to do with as they want. And what exactly did they want from me? I had obviously been sought out for some reason. One thing was for sure, I would soon find out unless I could escape!
All I could do was look straight ahead as I was pushed quickly along to meet my fate. Strapped totally nude and bolt upright. All the time I could feel the effect of the aphrodisiac drug, building and building, the air rushing past and tickling every inch of my sensitive skin as we passed down endless corridors. My nipples were swollen, rigid and pointed, almost painfully so. Desperate now, I struggled vainly to move as I was whisked along. I have to think of a way out of this, I was running out of time!!
Instead I was distracted by the thought of my beautiful rival from school, Jennifer Stern. I imagined her at the end of a long corridor and I was being pushed towards her on this sack truck, naked and bound. She is stood, arms folded, laughing as I get nearer and nearer. When I reach her I will be hers for ever! Owned by that evil bitch schoolgirl Jennifer Stern! She can sense my arousal as I am helplessly wheeled forward and she grins broadly, knowing the vulnerable predicament I am in. Closer and closer to my tormentor I go. What tortures does she have in mind for me. Please help me!!
I am immediately pulled back to my senses as we reach the outside. The image of Jennifer Stern was still haunting me as we reached a transport vehicle waiting for us outside.
There were no more chances of escape now.
“No, please no!!” I silently screamed to myself.
The rear door was open and I was simply wheeled in as the door closed behind us with an audible click.
One of the blonde pigtailed pirate girls, turned to me. Smiling and whilst deliberately brushing her finger tips right across my bare pussy, said “Breath deeply.” A rubber mask was slid over my nose and mouth. I tried to hold my breath while her finger tips danced lightly all around my vulnerable wet sex. I could do nothing at all to stop her and breathed in, then slowly drifted off, unconscious.
I dreamed of Jennifer Stern again, tormenting me as I lay tied up, spread eagled naked at her mercy. Her eyes drinking in the image before her as I struggled and implored her. I could see her hand move inexorably towards my swollen pussy and touch ever so, ever so, lightly on the very tip of my taught pip of delight. The touch was so very slight it sent waves of incredible intensity through me and I tried, in desperation, to push my pussy up to meet her trembling fingers. Screaming and thrashing in frustration I eventually became exhausted. Jennifer looked down at me, smirking that bitch smirk of hers.
I open my eyes with a start as I recalled my predicament. I had been out cold for a while.
I was still tied naked with my hands firmly behind my back but I could tell I had been cleaned up and smelled slightly perfumed. I was now bare foot with my ankles tied together. At least the tight arm binder had been removed. I tried to move and found I could wiggle my fingers again. I stirred slightly and looked up from the floor where I lay. Looking around it was clear I was on the fight deck of the pirate girls space ship. I see a couple of them at the control panels and could hear the ambient sound of girls talking.
“She's awake captain” came a girls voice from somewhere behind me.
“Ah-ha good, lets have a look at our little prize now she has roused, I thought she would never wake”.
A tall powerful girl with tanned and muscular legs came round to peer down at me. Her body was fantastically firm and fit. From my prone position on the floor I looked up at her. She had black hair tied straight back and wore a small leather halter and tiny mini skirt like the others but also had on a captains peaked cap pulled down at a jaunty angle. Her boots were higher too with spiked heels. She had an eye patch over her left eye. No masks on now. Her hands were encased in long black leather gloves.
“Welcome to our space ship, special agent Miss Jane Fisher, or should we say ex-special agent. Let me introduce myself. I am your Mistress Eva, Captain of the Space Pirates. You may have heard things about me?” she smiled and crouched down next to me, placing her hand lightly on my hip making me breathe a little quicker. Gently but firmly she rolled me onto my back. My pussy was raised up due to my hands tied behind me.
“I understand you have been enjoying the hospitality of our friends the Slaver Girls” she purred.
Her hand went to my breast and gently pinched my nipple, it stiffened. I gritted my teeth and looked up at her. Despite myself I desperately wanting that hand to move down and touch my wet sex, to at last release me from this prolonged agony of wanting. Mistress Eva seemed to sense this and her hand moved to my shoulder and then slowly all along the side of my trembling body. The lightest of agonising lingering touches. Over my hip and in a line slowly along the top of my thigh to finally rest just above my knee. My lower lip trembled in anticipation and I started to pant.
“The thing is, my pretty little flower, what were you up to with the Slaver Girls, hmmm?”
She stared directly into my eyes as if she could read my mind. I blushed.
“And how come everyone so very interested in you all of a sudden? We have intercepted dozens of interesting calls out for you. Some from your HQ but mostly not”
Mistress Eva moved in closer to me. I squirming under her stare.
“Someone is trying extremely hard to find you and has even promised a large reward, if you are found alive. Who might that be, my pretty little naked spy?”
I had no idea who she was talking about, my mind was racing, who could it be?
“We have reports that your movements have been monitored, someone has gone to a lot of trouble to keep an eye on you”
Mistress Eva put her left hand beneath my chin and lifted my face to better meet her gaze.
“I want to know who it is and why! And how come you got mixed up with the Slaver Girls? Miss Jane Fisher, the nude pussy slave, hmmm!”
“I will tell you absolutely nothing!” I blurted out, desperately trying to bluff my way out. I could spill the beans on the Slaver Girls but I had no idea who the hell was following me.
“You won't get a damned thing out of me!” I retorted, feeling slightly braver.
Mistress Eva raised an eyebrow, smiled and stood up.
“Okay, if that's the way it has to be, then so be it! Erica! Take this slave to the interrogation room and extract the information from her forthwith. I will leave it up to you as to how you do it, but the Slaver Girls have given her that extremely powerful aphrodisiac they always like to use. It should make things a lot easier with the kind of methods you employ. You can take as much time as you like and take a couple of your favourite girls with you.”
I pulled against my bonds and struggled but I was tied up nice and tight. All I could do was lie there, on my back, naked at their feet.
Erica the interrogator came into view and peered down at me. I had not seen her before. Another blonde with steely blue eyes and fresh complexion. Her hair was short, almost cropped. She wore the same very brief top and skirt as the others. I noted that her small well formed breasts had stiff nipples that showed their shape even through her top. She was not as tall as Mistress Eva but very well toned, like a fighter.
“No wonder the Slaver Girls wanted her as theirs. She looks absolutely scrumptious tied up nude like that.” said Erica the interrogator
I could feel myself blushing deeply under their scrutiny. My nipples throbbed and ached, stuck out hard as they were. Inviting the touch of my tormentors.
“Make sure she tells you everything, Erica. When you have finished with her, she can begin her new life. Doing the job she was made for, as my perpetually aroused personal tongue slave!”
The aphrodisiac was sending me crazy as I tried, stupidly, to fight it.
“You'll probably want this as well” said Mistress Eva as she passed Erica the remote control to my collar.
Erica took a good long lingering look at me, lying there nude at her feet. I could see her thinking about what she was going to do with me. She looked very smug.
“It will be an absolute pleasure” Erica said, as she took the remote control “she will tell us everything, I guarantee it!”
Mistress Eva shifted to a leather flight chair nearby and gracefully sat down, crossing her athletically toned shapely legs.
“Very good! Oh, and by the way Erica, I want the whole thing filmed to add to my trophy collection. I like to see my new slaves truly begging, do I make myself clear?”
I tugged at my tight bonds, panicking, already within a hairs breadth of cumming. I was in for it now and no mistake.
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