Shokushu High School

Capture

'You can get dressed now.' Dr. ZhiloBahd busied himself with the medical equipment, pushing buttons and adjusting dials, but all the while he kept a close watch on his beautiful patient out of the corner of his eye. She quickly pulled on her snug uniform, and zipped it up over her ample breasts. Pulling on her boots and gloves and she was finished. The good doctor was quite sure that she was relieved to be fully clothed again. He smiled to himself about this; the poor thing had been exposed to the eyes of every leering space-pirate in the known galaxy, and she was still shy. Perhaps her girlish modesty was part of what incited the lust of her countless violators. It certainly inflamed his own desire. He was going to enjoy this.

'You are in excellent physical condition.' This was the truth; the results of her physical examination this year were even better than last year 'There don't seem to be any lingering effects from your various. . . encounters.' She blushed here, and her gaze dropped to the floor. So shy, he thought , as his pulse began to pound. He was definitely going to enjoy this.

'As you know, I am currently working, at the request of the Director, on a project to determine the source of your unique mental ability.' She was listening politely, but suspected nothing. 'If its not too much trouble, I've developed a new test, which may give us more insight into your condition. It will only take a moment.'
'Sure, Doc. Anything I can do to help.'
'Then just step on to the treadmill, and put on this breathing mask. I'm hoping to discover a link between basal lung capacity and axio-cortical activity.' That sounded sufficiently technical, and sure enough she didn't suspect a thing, just put the tightly fitting mask over her mouth and nose. He reached over and flipped a switch, filling the mask with knock-out gas. She had no time to react before the gas robbed her of her senses. The last thing she saw was the doctor leaning over her saying 'You did say anything!' She felt his lips press lecherously against her neck, and then nothing.

Stage 1

Hitomi awoke to the dull humming of a starship engine. She was in space. She looked around her. She was in a small, spare cell, furnished with just the mattress she was lying on and what looked like a chamber pot. The walls and ceiling were made of some grey featureless material. A pale light emanated from a panel on the ceiling. She didn't recognize the design of the room. She was in space, on an alien spaceship. She was completely naked, so there was little doubt as to the intent of her captors. No, not captors: captor; she remembered now. Her yearly physical, a new 'test', what must have been gas. Dr. ZhiloBahd. He was responsible for this. What was he up to?

There was a sound. A panel that she had not noticed before slid to one side and two people entered the room. They were young humanoid girls, perhaps earthlings, about eighteen years old. They were very extravagantly made up, and naked except for narrow strips of silk tied around their waists, just barely covering their pubic regions. They each wore impossibly high heels, and their bodies glistened with scented oil.
One was blonde, with long legs and small perky breasts, who stood nearly six-feet tall; the other was brunette, with dark skin, large breasts, and thick pouty lips. She was much shorter than her companion; they were physical opposites, but each was sensually attractive in her own way. Spacegirl leapt to her feet, but the lingering effects of the gas caused her head to swim. She teetered for a moment, then fell to her knees, and then prostrate on the floor. This caused the girls to giggle wickedly as they advanced on her. Moving swiftly but gently, they helped her to her feet (she had to lean on them for support), and led her through the door and out of the room.

Dr. ZhiloBahd watched the events unfolding on his monitor with acute interest. He would soon see if his theories were correct.

They led their still groggy prisoner to a large room dominated by a large, oval sunken bath, filled almost to the brim with hot, soapy water. One grabbed Spacegirl under her arms, the other grasped her legs, and they slowly, gently, lowered her into the water. Spacegirl gasped with pain; the water was just beyond the point of endurance. She struggled to get out, but every time she managed to rise out of the water her captors would firmly push her back in, laughing at her distress. Finally her naked body became acclimated to the water, and the overwhelming warmth, combined with the vestiges of the knockout gas caused Hitomi to relax, even to begin enjoying the sensations flooding her mind. The two young sluts then stripped off their brief uniforms. climbed into the tub with the now sedate Spacegirl, and went to work.

They worked efficiently, beginning at opposite ends of our lovely heroine. The blonde got behind Spacegirl and began by washing her hair, the other by massaging her feet using a rough cloth. They began slowly at first, massaging and rubbing, exploring every inch of Hitomi's exposed and vulnerable body. Occasionally one would steal a kiss, or nibble a bit of flesh, and they would cruelly mock Spacegirl's half-hearted protestations. As their work progressed, they became bolder; the shorter one put Hitomi's right foot in her mouth and eagerly sucked the toes. The blonde put her tongue in the captive's ear and wrapped her legs around her narrow waist.
They continued scrubbing Hitomi, using plenty of creamy lather, and making sure the water stayed hot. Making Hitomi lean forward, the taller girl massaged her shoulders and ran her skilled hands slowly up and down her back. Hitomi gave a long slow sigh as the last remnants of tension drained from her body. She was now almost perfectly relaxed, and had given up resisting the two naked women who took such liberties with her body.

The brunette, meanwhile, had carefully worked her way up Spacegirl's sinewy legs, tracing a line of kisses up her inner thigh. She circled around the pubic mound, teasing and taunting but never entering the most sensitive areas. She smiled to herself as Hitomi unconsciously spread her legs a bit, to encourage more decisive contact. Her head disappeared under the water for a few seconds, and by the expression on Spacegirl's face, you could tell what she was up to. She emerged with a wicked grin on her face, then motioning for the other girl to force Hitomi's head back, she planted a wild kiss on Spacegirl's lips, and thrust a probing tongue deep into her mouth. Then, guiding Hitomi's head down, she offered her own erect nipple to the dazed girl, who, beyond resistance at this point, sucked and nibbled on it, hesitantly at first, but then with more enthusiasm. Just as she was warming to her task, the breast was taken away, to Hitomi's obvious disappointment, which added to the delight of her luscious tormentors.

'She's such a slut!' the blonde said. 'She enjoys being a fuck-toy!' They burst into laughter.
'She needs to be tamed.' said the brunette, and began tickling Hitomi, first on the feet, then the thighs, then belly, then wherever there was exposed flesh. Hitomi tried in vain to protect her more vulnerable regions but the blonde pinned her arms behind her back.

As Hitomi struggled against her delightful torment, the blonde whispered in her ear: 'What a pretty little slut you are. We are going to have a lot of fun with you, and we'll never let you go.' Finally the brunette relented, and gave Spacegirl a chance to recover. Hitomi laid back, cradle in the blonde's arms, and breathing raggedly. The tickling had set her entire body on fire with lust; waves of pleasure washed over her body, and she could feel her passion building, almost like a physical presence. She snuggled deeper into the arms of her blonde abuser, who responded by embracing her firmly and planting burning kisses on her neck and shoulders, while pinching her nipples with her skillful fingers. Then, taking an extra deep breath this time, the shameless brunette disappeared again under the water, and Spacegirl could feel her hands on her thighs, forcefully parting her legs. The brunette then thrust her face into Hitomi's pelvis and her tongue went to work. Hitomi drew her breath in sharply at the unexpected savagery of the assault. The girl licked and nibbled her pussy like a dog worrying a bone. Hitomi could not even pretend to resist at this point.

'Hhhhnnnnn. . . .Uhnnnnn.......EEuhhnnnnn...... EEEessssss.......YYYessss!!!!'
The blonde took advantage of her weakness: 'You like that, don't you bitch? You're a slut aren't you? Tell me you're a slut or I'll tell her to stop!'
Hitomi couldn't bear the thought of her stopping, so despite what the rational part of her mind was shrieking at her, she began moaning 'Yessss, I'm a slut! A big slut! Fuck me! FFFuck Me! I'm a slut! More! More! Don't stop! I'll do anything you want!!!!!' Her muscular body tensed and writhed with a delicious orgasm that consumed her mind. She was screaming her lust at the top of her lungs, and the entire spacecraft shook with her passion. 'OOhhhh. . . .OOOHHhhhhhh.. . . OOOOOHHHHHHHHYYYessssssssss!!!' She went limp, her muscles unable, and unwilling to support her satisfied body. The blonde gently embraced her, and planted delicate kisses at the base of her spine. The whorish captors looked at each other and smiled; they were pleased with their handiwork so far, but they were not quite finished.

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