Shokushu High School

Disrobe and lets go

Hitomi Mira Kotani entered the large building. Placing her hand on the hand print input, she heard a computer generated voice, "Ms. Kotani, welcome. You are expected in the launch section. Thank you."

Hitomi had been in the Explorer Building many times, but seldom did she receive the orders to go to the launch area. Each time she did, it was for an important mission, and this was no different. Or so she thought, she knew little of what would be expected of her. That's how the administration liked it. Through basic core training agents were trained to expect the unexpected, or so went the motto.

The one thing she did know it was a rescue operation. And it was an opportunity for her to move up in rank. Eventually, she'd be more than just the Spacegirl she was now, soon she would be an agent of the 10th Degree. Only a hand full of Terran-Asiaticas had achieved that rank and as of yet no women had lived to see that rank. 10th Degree meant she would have the autonomy she desired. She would have access to any of the space ships in the Explorer fleet. With those two options she would be free to cruise the galaxies, and much more time to search for her parents.

Hitomi followed the blinking lights that lined the corridors, leading her to the launch section. She stepped inside the entrance foyer.

"Agent Hitomi," came the voice of Commander Foil.

"Yes sir," Hitomi said looking up to the camera that blinked over her head.

"For this mission you must undergo the gas," Foil informed her, as a vapor -- much like a dry ice vapor used at the weekend music gigs -began to filter in from the vents in the foyer.

Hitomi was somewhat familiar with the use of the gas, but so far none of her missions called for the use of it. The gas was used as an anti-bacterial agent.

"Does this mean there is a risk of infection in this mission," Hitomi asked. Though she had been told not to discuss, nor question her mission, at this point there was no turning back and questions would be accepted.

Foil chuckled at the question. "No Hitomi, we are actually using the gas for its side affects."

As Foil spoke, Hitomi felt the gas engulf her. There was rain-forest like sound in the foyer. The space girl knew what was happening, but watching the hairs on her arm just drop off still captivated her. She felt a tickle down the spine of her back which caused her to careen her neck back, sending the hair on her head cascading onto the floor. The frozen hair follicles tinged in the silence of the vestibule.

"I must be going to Draam," she thought to her self. She was one of two agents of Terran-Asiatica decent which made her dark looks similar to the inhabitants of Draam. There was only one difference, her thick black hair. The women on Draam were hairless.

"Please look into the camera for a passport photo," Foil commanded.

Hitomi looked up. She resisted the urge to scratch her once unshaven, but now hairless, crotch. The hair bunched and itched, causing her to wonder how she looked. She nervously rubbed her head, surprised at how smooth it felt. In the past, when she would shave her legs or her underarm, she never achieved such silky, glass-like feel. She smiled thinking how stunned Sven would be to see her. Her ex-boyfriend (for the past six months) had loved her unshaven crotch and would relish for hours in 'the jungle,' as he called it.

The thought and the feel of her pubic hairs shifting in her panties were a bit off-setting. She had ended the relationship with Sven, but still had second thoughts -- mainly when she wanted to get laid. She had played with the thought of calling him last night. Nothing relieved the pre-mission jitters like a couple orgasms. She had decided that if Sven would have come over, it would be something he would have lauded over her. She didn't want that, not with that ass.

"Fuck Sven," she thought as the vapor cleared and the inner door opened.

"Welcome Agent Kotani" Foil greeted her.

"...yes." Was Hitomi's response. It was not comfortable for her to come face to face with Foil, mainly because you never did come face to face with him. Foil had no face, just a clear mask that covered his muscles, bones and organs. No one spoke of the reason for his need of a clear synthetic covering, but all knew it had to do with a series of tortures he had endured when Foil was an agent in the field.

As hard as it was to accustom one's self to Foil, it was a constant reminder of the dangers working as a Spacegirl.

"Remove your clothes," Foil said. Part of the difficulty of dealing with Foil's lack of a face was the fact there was no expression to go with his words. Foil was known to joke with agents from time to time, but there was no way to know. He had lost his face, but not his sense of humor. And absolutely no one would play cards with him.

Hitomi's face did reveal expression.

"I'm serious," Foil explained. "As you are aware, on Draam, women wear little clothing and your alias calls for you to wear even less."

Hitomi was still hesitant.

"Please, no need to be shy," Foil said tossing several photos of Hitomi standing in foyer. In the pictures, the Spacegirl was nude....and hairless. "These were just taken in the foyer with the infa-camera; you no longer have anything to hide." and he chuckled.

"I should add, during this mission; you will have to be naked...or near naked...much of the time," Foil said. "From your background check, we found you had no problem with your body....or your ability to use it."

This caused Hitomi to blush. Foils comment could be taken two ways. When it came to hand to hand combat she was among the best and when it came to using her 'feminine wiles' she was second to none.

She could feel Foil's gaze and warmth spreading through her flesh as she began to remove her clothes. It was a disconcerting feeling to undress in front of a superior. It reminded her of the scuttlebutt in the women's locker room. Another Spacegirl had had a brief affair with Foil.

The others all were interested what it was like to make love to a man who showed no expressions, yet exposed every internal organ. The woman had said something that Hitomi always thought of when she was around Foil: "Usually you never know what he is thinking or feeling, but during sex you can see it as a function," The agent had said, then bragged, "And let me tell you, I had him functioning to the 10th degree."

It was a bit of a play on words, since the woman was thought to be on track to earn the 10th Degree. It was also thought there was nothing to stand in the woman's way of succeeding to the top rank; including sleeping with a skinless man. She would have made the top rank, "had she not been careless, or too aggressive" as Foil often said in explaining the importance of controlling one's emotions. The woman's carelessness led to her death.

While Hitomi was undressing, she noticed there laid a couple items next to the photos that Foil had tossed on the table. There was a small bit of fabric that Hitomi guessed was a thong. Ironically her first thought was how if she wore it, she would have to shave her pussy hair. Of course, now she could wear a piece of string and no one would see her pubic hair, not unless she saved a lock from her underwear. As Hitomi removed her clothes, her body hair fell out of the fabric. She draped her clothes onto the chair next to the table. Undressed, she examined the other item next to the thong. It was a small case with a few items. She was looking at what she took for a pencil.

While she had been undressing, Foil had gone over to a laminating machine. He had her space passport in his hand as he walked back to the table.

"That's an eyebrow pencil. Don't hear of them much now-a-days, but on Draam they like their women to have eyebrows -- to raise I guess -- even if they have no hair," Foil explained the pencil. His words made her feel where her thick eyebrows had been. She didn't have a mirror, by looking at the photos she could see what her face now looked like.

As she looked at her hairless form, she remembered how on Draamian men thought little of women. Women were virtually slaves and reproductive vessels. Their worth was so low that most of them men preferred sex with animals to the women. If it could be helped, the men only had sex with women to reproduce. Needless to say, the Draamian race was dying out. So much so that slave trade was the largest commercial trade, since manpower was needed to do most all labor. Slave trade made the mission all the more appealing to Hitomi, since she had long hoped that her parents missing ship had been commandeered by space pirates.

She knew it was a fourth of one or a quart of another....but if her parents were slaves, at least they were alive. AND Zoom help the man who caused any harm to her parents when Hitomi got a hold of them.

"I want to make this clear," Foil said, as if Hitomi's thoughts were as clear as his flesh. "This is an Explorer mission, not a personal vendetta against the Draamians."

"I understand," Hitomi responded, but she knew Foil would not allow her on this mission without accepting her desire to find her family.

"You will wear this thong and the leather strap." Foil said, handing her the minuscule clothing. "It is important for you to feel comfortable dressed like this. Some of the cosmetic items in your case are actually weapons. We like to refer to them as Bondies."

At this, both Hitomi and Foil laughed. Explorer research were always coming up with devices for the agents to use and calling them 'Bondies' after the James Bond Earth movies.

"For example," Foil said taking a pencil, like the one Hitomi held, and placed it in the exploding chamber. "Think heat toward the pencil."

It didn't take much of the transponder seven thinking and the pencil exploded.

A Tweak Good*Bye

Hitomi began to dress. She found that it might have been better completely nude. The thong rode up her ass...stimulating her anus with every movement. The leather strap appeared to serve the purpose of lifting (uncomfortably) her breasts.

"You are fortunate, in some respects," the Commander told her. "Your looks qualify you to be a penile slave on Draam. I know it doesn't sound appealing, but the disadvantages of a penile slave is nothing compared to how all other slaves are treated. Which, as you may have guessed, is something you will always be one mistake away from being."

Hitomi fitted the small case around her hip. She took the pencil and looked at Foil.

"Don't worry, it is fully functional, just watch your thoughts,"

Foil told her and handed her a small mirror. Hitomi spent the rest of her briefing applying, removing and re-applying eyebrows to her forehead. She was adept at disguises, but this was a bit different. Well, it was different and Hitomi wanted the eyebrows to be perfect.

"Government Official Prince is being held captive on Draam," Foil informed her. "So far is alias of transport commander must be intact. We can only assume that he is not been tortured to death. If his true identity as a government official had been identified we would have received a ransom demand by now."

"You have been selected for this rescue mission because of your abilities, your Terran-Asiatician features and your gender," Foil acknowledged.

Hitomi raised her right eyebrow and it would have been an effective body language had she not just wiped it off.

Foil explained: "Draamians are sexual predators in the sense that they feel a way to a man's heart may be through his stomach, but for his brain, Draamians use the penis as a door. They value Draamian men give to their women is related to their ability to sexually torture prisoners. For the prisoners they can expect several weeks mind altering sexual titillation, then death."

"And it works," the Spacegirl asked.

"Better than anything," he said blankly. "It probably wouldn't be as good as pain, but most transport commanders have beta blocking training.

The pain might kill them, but mentally they could numb the pain and die without revealing information. The sexual teasing and sleep deprivation causes men to lose control of them beta blocking."

"And I am to....?" Hitomi asked.

"Like any Draamian woman, you will be in charge of teasing the prisoners....making them talk," Foil said. "Hopefully you won't be too good and find an opportunity to help Prince escape. You will be flying a Z-Kamal to Draam, allowing you to arrive in one hour, just before the shift change. Slip into the 'harem.' "

"A Kamal?" Hitomi asked suspiciously and this time she was able to raise both paint-by-number eyebrows.

"Yes...I know it is a single seater, but it is the only ship that can slip through the Draamian detector shields. It allows easier entrance for you, but more importantly it will ensure the Prince will escape undetected," Foil explained. "As I am sure you are wondering, this means you will be left to your own devices to secure your own escape." The Spacegirl could only nod. She knew it would be dangerous, in fact it reduced her chance to 50 percent or less, but she also knew agents for Explorer give up choices when they signed on. "Here is some literature on Government Official Prince and on the other items in your case," Foil said handing her a brief case. "Make sure you have it memorized and destroyed by Draam."

"Thank you," Hitomi said and lowered herself into the Z-Kamal.

As she was pulling the canopy, Foil stopped her, "Spacegirl, use caution."

"Yes sir."

"And two more things," Foil said, then grabbed her left nipple and twisted.

"Ow! What was that?"

"Something you will have to get used to on Draam," Foil said.

"And what is the second thing," Hitomi asked.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't," Foil laughed and slammed the canopy shut causing Hitomi and the Z-Kamal to drop out of the Explorer flight dock and into space. The engines ignited and she was a beam of light in flight.

The thrust caused her 84cm breasts to flatten, something -- for the first time -- she could see. Her aureoles doubled in diameter. Her left nipple turning purple from Foil's titty twist. What she couldn't see, but was well aware of, was the thong sliding up her ass.

Rattle And Hum

Never had Hitomi felt so naked. She wished she had had some more background information before the mission started. She was very confident in her body...as Foil had implied; she need not worry. However slight her frame appeared, she was able to use it quite effectively.

The only problem was, she had never fought in a thong before. If there had been time, she would have practiced this new element of hand to hand. She would have had many willing volunteers. Her slight frame was shapely none-the-less and she often had many men and a couple women who enjoyed sparring with her.

For the first thirty minutes of the trip she occupied her mind, the best she could, with the literature Foil had given her on Prince and some background of Draam. The photos were not very flattering, the infra-camera was, but Hitomi could see Prince had his attractions. Normally, a totally nude photo of the person an agent was go rescue, but this would be different. It was likely that the Prince would be nude when she had contact with him. And from what Foil had told her "contact" was the consequential word.

The Z-Kamal was a very small ship, one that seemed to be designed for, and mainly used by, male agents....Spaceboys. Though a minor inconvenience, the seat was designed for the support of male anatomy. For a Spacegirl the support was the rub - against her genitalia.

It was also clear this was one of the older, well-used Kamal. There was a lot of rattle and hum as the ship cruised the galaxy on the way to Draam. A little too much rattle and way too much hum for Hitomi's comfort. The focal point of the agitation was the engine which was located right below the seat in a Z-Kamal.

There was a lot of etchings in the cockpit, drawn out of boredom on return trips. Each pilot had take a small area and doodled away. Most had put little juvenile jokes, the rest had sketched drawings...often just as juvenile. One that struck her was signed Gem*Boy.

Hitomi did some checking in the flight log and confirmed Agent Gem*Boy had at one time flow this Kamal. Gem*Boy was a much older agent, who had succeeded to the level of 10th Degree before Hitomi had signed on to Explorer. To her, Gem*Boy was somewhat like the older sibling who has moved out of the house. All the family members have stories about departed member...all but the youngest which would be Hitomi in this case. It was almost as if Gem*Boy was a spirit, existing only in the minds of people.

There were stories of the mischievous pranks he had pulled, as well as the missions he completed on his way to the 10th Degree. Now that he had achieved that rank he was free to roam untethered by the bureaucracy of Explorer.

Hitomi leaned back in the cockpit and thought about the day she would be at the rank of 10th Degree. The change in posture had an interesting affect on the 'rattle and hum' what had been annoying was now providing pure satisfaction. With all the thoughts about her lust for success, Gem*Boy and her eventually job as sexual teaser on Draam.... The spaceship was stimulating her clitoris and Hitomi was in the spinning Zen of pleasure, with space rushing past her canopy window. Looking at the dash, she saw she was 37 to the 12th power away from Draam...or another 40 minutes. She might as well enjoy the ride.

After the first orgasm, she moved her hips for a brief respite from the stimulation of the seat support. What she achieved was only to alter the pleasure. Her movement, against the back of the seat, actually pushed her leather strap up on her chest. The strap shifted so one of the dozen stainless steal studs was against her left nipple, the one that Foil had tweaked. It, like the seat, was chattering causing the plug of her nipple to quiver in delight. Hitomi could see a vague reflection of herself in the instrument panel. She looked like one of the strange, but inept biker bitches in a 1960's beach movie. All the happy Spacegirl could do was squeeze the panel grips wither her fists and surf the waves.

Thirty minutes later a sensor alarm went off, waking Hitomi from her revelry. The computer informed her that now would be a good time to slip into the 'state of jag.' She thought about using the last 10 minutes for one or two more orgasms, but knew if she didn't allow herself to slip into the state of jag, her internal clock would not be in line with that of Draam. Not to mention the deep sleep that state of jag provided would refresh her body that was trembling from multiple orgasms. Putting all of the literature Foil had provided her into the shredder, she started the checklist for state of jag.

Dinner With Cooch

Once Hitomi had completed the checklist for state of jag, she received directions on the computer for landing the Z-Kamal. There was an agent on Draam who she was suppose to meet. Cooch would hide the Kamal for escape purposes, as well as help her infiltrate the Draamian slave system.

"Hitomi Kotani...I presume," Cooch said to her as Hitomi slide back the Z-Kamal canopy. It was a banal greeting, made all the more tedious by the fact it was the official Explorer greeting.

"Yes, Cooch?" The Spacegirl the near rhetorical question since she had directions right to the agent's front door...or better stated, cave opening.

"One in the same," Cooch said. He was dressed, almost immaculately in a white formal dining jacket from the 1940's. He looked almost dashing for a non-humanoid (as she thought that thought, Hitomi wondered if she ever looked dashing as a humanoid). He would have looked dashing had he not had the comical effect of wearing a purple fez. One that looked just like the doodle in the Z-Kamal.

"Nice hat," the Spacegirl said, wondering if the mysterious Gem*Boy had used Cooch as the model for the drawing.

"Yes, it was given to me by an agent who landed here about eight years ago...Draamian years I guess that would be about five Earth years to you," Cooch said.

"He landed? did he not leave?" Hitomi asked. It was possible he had met his demise here on Draam, many before her...before he had. If he had, she joked to herself, she wondered if they wiped the smile off his face. It was an explorer joke. Since Draamians were know for their sexual torture, the joke at Explorer Command was, "When Draamians are done with you, it takes a titanium squeegee to wipe the smile off your face....then they bury you."

"He could have, I don't know," replied the reptile looking agent. "Like you, he flew in with a Z-Kamal, to free a prisoner. He accomplished the mission or the double agent used Gem*Boy's Kamal to escape...in fact it looks much like the one you just landed."

"It probably is, a picture of the fez is on the console," Hitomi said, stepping out of the transport vehicle. She realized, when a light Draamian breeze drifted across her crotch, that she was still quite damp and tried to make light of it: "If you can, try to fix the air-conditioning in the ship."

"Ahh yes, do you suggest I fix the vibrating seat as well, or leave it for the pleasure of the next pilot?" Cooch asked, apparently aware of the benefit of flying by the seat of one's pants...or thong in Hitomi's case. "By the way, I like how you fill out your uniform."

The computer indicated that Cooch was a herdmaphidite, capable of pleasing a multitude of subjects. It wasn't clear if that could be accomplished in one night, but the smile on the lizard said, 'Anything was possible. 'Had Hitomi been several cocktails on the way to delving into the left side of her brain; she might have explored the comment. With a mission ahead of her, and the satisfaction derived from her flight, she ignored it.

"Amusing. Have you arranged for my contact?" Hitomi said, avoiding the possible innuendo.

"Yes, but not with the most reputable sort. I have sold you, on the sly mind you, to a slave trader," Cooch said; his forked tongue slithered across his lips when he said 'reputable.' "He will be around to pick you up after dinner. You did pull yourself away from the pleasure of the Kamal's in flight service in time to go into state of jag?"

"Yes, so I am hungry for diner," Hitomi said. "How much did you get for me."

"You were a bargain, but without a live body to barter with, I had to take what I could get," Cooch laughed and his tongue slapped the top of his nose in doing so. "I'm sure if you were here when the dickering started I could have gotten double. Either way we won't be dining on space rations."

"What is this slave trader like," asked the young agent.

"He'll deliver you inside the Draam fortress and in one piece, but you can expect some squeezing of the fruit." The way Cooch said this did not sound too inviting, but it was the only way available for her to be smuggled in. By being sold as a sex server from a man who would never be able to admit he was selling a black market Terran-Asiatica, ensured Hitomi's identity would be protect. The problem was trusting the middle man and to get inside the fortress she had no choice but to trust...and endure some groping in between -- her in between. It was no secret that sex servers were adroit at pushing men to the edge of sexual pleasure and regardless of where this trader was from, he would want to sample some of his wares.

"Was he wearing a cod-piece," Hitomi asked about her eventual captor. If she was lucky, the trader would only have one penis for her to fondle into submission. On the other hand, if he had the proverbial 'barrel full of monkeys,' she would have her hands full.

"Yes. And quite large," Cooch said and headed for the cave to start dinner.

Dinner was fairly tasty, but when Cooch wouldn't tell her what it was, Hitomi thought she might have been smarter to eat space rations. The food didn't settle well in her stomach.

Cooch did most of the talking during dinner, entertaining the Spacegirl with stories about various agents whom had visited Draam. A few of the names were familiar, but most were new to Hitomi. Cooch's stories were entertaining, even she didn't know the characters. She appreciated the stories and knew Cooch was probably happy to have some company, though it would only be for a couple hours.

Cooch had Hitomi put on a small skirt. It covered little, but he insisted that it would give her some sense of innocence. Once she had the skirt on, Cooch tied her hands in front and hobbled her feet.

"When the trader comes he will expect you to be my prisoner," Cooch explained when he brought out the rope. "I'll keep the bounds loose, but you can be sure the trader will tighten them, once you are in his custody. Remember, you are only valuable to him if your hide is kept intact, you can use that to your advantage."

Hitomi thanked Cooch for the advice, it was something she would have to remember during her 10 mile walk into Draamian domain. They went outside and a ways away the cave. Cooch said he didn't want the trader to know where he lived. It was not his own safety that was his main concern, he knew that if the trader had any inkling there was a fully working Z-Kamal hidden in the area, he would be after it.

Cooch told her one other important piece of information. The buyer she wanted to be sold to was a woman known as Dune.

"She is a well round, voluptuous piece of work," Cooch explained. "She won't be hard to spot, Gune is one of the few women buyers. She is good at what she does, mainly because she has an eye for the ladies." Cooch almost giggled at the last comment. "If she likes a sex server, she will out bid all."

"What is so funny," Hitomi asked, a bit annoyed.

"Let's just say it doesn't bother Gune one bit that Draamian men are not interested in women," Cooch said, releasing a low throaty laugh. "What the men lack, she makes up for."

Dickering And A Sex Server

"Beeno, your late," Cooch said when the trader appeared. It was obvious that Beeno was not from Draam -- too much hair. His skin was not like that of Cooch. Beeno was as far from a reptile as possible. Though he walked on two legs, Beeno had the body of rippling muscles, much like a horse...a furry horse. And if Beeno's cod-piece was any indication he was also hung like a horse.

'How ironic the pony boy is carrying a riding crop,' Hitomi thought as the trader walked around her sizing her up. She thought she would vomit if he tried to count her teeth.

"This is not what you promised me. She isn't worth half the price we agreed on," Beeno said, ignoring Cooch's comment about his timeliness. Though Cooch had spoke in English, Beeno responded in Semterianny, a language Hitomi was fluent in, but she looked away as if she didn't not understand the trader was talking to her. Since she was to be a Draamian woman, she would only speak in Terran-Asiatician.

"You know the price we agreed on is way too low; I, unlike you, am a man of my word," Cooch said looking toward the horizon.

Beeno went up to Hitomi and tried to rub the birthmark off her right cheek. "this is a flaw."

"And her breasts are even!" Cooch said and spit. "Look at her hips, as if you couldn't, she has the full round ass that will make any man talk. She is worth more than twice your offer and now you want to lower your price."

Beeno took his riding crop and raised the hem of the mini-skirt, exposing Hitomi's milky thighs. "And this," Beeno said, taking his riding crop and slapping it against the tattoo on Hitomi's right thigh. The pain was tolerable, but the surprise slap almost caused her to jump on the trader and kicking his cod-piece into orbit. It was clear it would be a long walk to the Draamian Fortress.

"That is...you jackass...the brand of the loyal order," Cooch said and no sooner had he spoke he had Beeno's shirt in his left hand and had snapped the riding crop from his hand. Cooch took the crop and pushed it into the trader's neck. It appeared to be at some pressure point because the color was draining from Beeno's face. "Until I am paid, she is my property and I don't want you damaging my goods. If you aren't interested, then be on your way....someone who is interested in sex server of the highest order will be willing to pay much more than you could afford."

Cooch released the trader and he dropped to his knees. Cooch turned to Hitomi and said, "Let's go."

Hitomi was dumbfounded. She admired Cooch's valor, but he was destroying her chances to get into the Draamian Fortress. When she hesitated, he grabbed her arm, "Come on, it will be dark soon."

"Wait," came a plea from Beeno. "I will pay you the price we agreed on."

Hitomi was relieved until Cooch threw in, "No, I want 100 Draamian dollars more. I never noticed the loyal order brand on her thigh."

"What! That is twice the price!" came a startled reply from the trader who was trying to get to his feet. Cooch continued to walk away, with a bewildered Hitomi in tow. The Spacegirl was stumbling against the hobbles at her feet, but they were quickly moving away from the trader and Hitomi's chances to enter the Draamian Fortress.

"Okay," Beeno said with a small amount of disgust in his voice. "Two hundred, that is all I have."

Cooch stopped and shoved Hitomi back toward Beeno, "She's yours then and I'll give you back your riding crop as a bonus, but I'll insert it up your ass if I find out you mistreated this or any slave." Hitomi had fallen at Beeno's feet. Her head was swimming, she couldn't believe the daring of Cooch, had he took poker lessons from Foil? She put her head against the ground and tried to balance herself so she could stand. In her peripheral vision she could see the money exchanging hands.

Hitomi felt the reptile texture of Cooch's hand as he griped her arm and lifted her to her feet. She was in front of the trader, blocking his view. Using this, Cooch took one of the two 100 dollar bills and slipped it down the front of her skirt into her thong. With the index finger and thumb of his right hand he gripped her left nipple and gave it a small twirl.

"You're on your own," Cooch said to her, speaking in Terran-Asiatician to keep up the pretense of her identity, then he turned and walked away.

Beeno and Hitomi watched as Cooch walked away. The Spacegirl could feel the trader's contempt for Cooch, he had out witted Beeno and he was none too happy about that. Hitomi had found some admiration for Cooch. The aging lizard had shown her that he played a part in some of the stories he told, but in his modesty he had left himself out of the tales.

She was beginning to wonder what the deal was with her left nipple. Was this some kind of secret handshake no one had told her about at Explorer. She was finding an interesting fascination with desire and men liked to give her a titty twist.

"What are you looking at," Beeno said, thrusting his crop into her back. "You're mine, until we get to the Fortress. Let's go." The trader pushed his crop against her back and she started to move. It would had been so easy dip her shoulder and lung into Beeno's solar plexus. She knew she could have quickly disabled the idiot, but he was her ticket into the Fortress. To pass time during their walk she created little scenarios where she broke various bones on Beeno's body.

"We'll rest here," Beeno said after about an hour of walking. When Hitomi turned to find a place to rest she saw the trader was winded. He may be muscular as like a horse, he had the endurance of a goat. After they had sat for 10 minutes the trader said in Semterianny, "I want to enjoy your pleasures."

Since the comment was spoken in a language she supposedly didn't understand, it was convenient for her to ignore. She got up and walked toward him. Reaching with her bound hands she went toward his waist while Beeno's smile broaden. She reached past Beeno's cod-piece, which had begun to expand against the trader's penis, and grabbed the water sitting next to him.

"Thank you for the water," Hitomi said in Terran-Asiatician. "You are very kind."

"I did didn't offer you water, I want you drinking from my spigot," Beeno said, continuing to speak in Semterianny. As if she understood his words, Hitomi smiled, nodded and drank some water.

Figuring the slave girl must not understand Semterianny, Beeno switched to Terran-Asiatician, "I want you to pleasure me." For emphasis he pointed to his crotch. The Space girl walked toward Beeno and poured water on his crotch. Inflamed, Beeno jumped up and grabbed her by the back of the neck. "I want you to suck my cock," he said, slowly, in Terran-Asiatician.

If Wishes Were Wings Pigs Would Fly

It would had been so easy for her swing her knee into the Trader's crotch, then stomping him to death. She debated for a second, but kneeled down before her captor. She undid his cod-piece and released a stampeding penis. Fortunately, Cooch had left the bounds on her wrists loose enough that she could wrap her small hands around Beeno's cock. She began to slowly slide her hands up and down the shaft. She thought about strangling the member in the same way she wanted to squeeze the trader's neck, but resisted the notion. The Spacegirl welled up some saliva in her mouth, then licked it onto the traders penis with her tongue. Using the saliva as lubricant she increased the pace of stroking Beeno's cock while he closed his eyes and arched his neck back.

Hitomi thought about how not only was this man not a warrior, but naive beyond belief. Beeno was in a position that even the meekest slave girl could overpower him. Perhaps he had lived on Draam too long, believing that women were powerless against men. Had Hitomi not been using the trader to sell her into slavery; she might have ripped off the trader's penis just to teach him a lesson. Instead, she was trying increase the man's pleasure so they could continue their trip to the Draamian Fortress.

"Take me in your mouth," Beeno ordered, with his eyes still closed. Even though he spoke in Terran-Asiatician, Hitomi ignored him. She had no intentions of performing fellatio on a captor who probably hadn't bathed in the past month. She continued to stroke the trader's penis, an arduous taste with her hands bound. Beeno began to moan, as the Spacegirl had found the most sensitive part of his penis and was working it over. He began to heave his hips up to Hitomi, hoping she would finally suck him off.

He was about to cum and demanded she take him in her mouth. To emphasize his demand, he slapped her thigh with his riding crop. "No," replied Hitomi, angered that he had used the riding crop on her again. Her belligerence and resistance surprised the trader. Surely, she did not want to tangle with a man who held her faith in his hands. He believed the fact that he was going to sell her into slavery was reason enough to revere him.

"I said suck my cock," Beeno yelled and grabbed her head to force it onto his penis. Hitomi tightened the muscles in her neck and easily fought off the traders attempt to push her down. When he continued his pushing, she slipped her hands down to his balls and began to squeeze. "What the hell are you trying to do?" Beeno said, let go of her head and tried to pry her hands apart. "Are you willing to die over a blowjob?"

"Look, I know my value to you as a woman sexually....AND financially. How much is a blowjob worth?" Hitomi said, playing a bluff. "Besides, once I have your penis in my mouth, you are onw bite away from being known as 'Beeno, the eunuch trader.' It's your gamble, five minutes of pleasure or a lifetime of misery."

It was clear Beeno valued a full cod-piece over his dreams of pleasure from a sex server. With is riding crop he slapped Hitomi's exposed ass flesh and said, "Fine, I can buy fifty blowjobs from what I will sell you for." The trader grabbed her hands and moved them back to his cock, "Finish me off."

With that, Hitomi released his testicles and begin to stroke Beeno's penis. This small confrontation had diverted his orgasm and Hitomi was forcedto start her caress again. She began massaging the base of his penis; working her way up to the sensitive area behind his foreskin. Hitomi knew the longer he took to come the longer it would take to get to the Draamian Fortress. She had no intention of spending the night in the desert with Beeno so she started to talk to him. "You have such a wonderful penis," she cooed. "I bet you have pleased many women with this wondrous beast.

"It's so hard and big, it would fill up even a Looken woman and make her explode," Hitomi mentioned the Looken women knowing most of the men in the universe had heard stories of how insatiable they were. "Your cock would reach deep into them and make them orgasm over and over.

"It's such a beautiful phallus. I bet you can come buckets and buckets of come."

Playing to the sensitive spot on his penis and his ego Hitomi had made short work of a tall tale. Beeno roared and came, squirting brown sperm onto his stomach. As he came, Hitomi milked out the come. She stood up and attempted to move away from the trader, but he grabbed a hold of her skirt. With a quick tug, he ripped it off of her. he took the skirt and wiped the sperm off his stomach then wiped off his hands. He took the soiled skirt and tossed it at Hitomi, who had hobbled back, "Here, you can have it back." Beeno laughed, buckled up his cod-piece and then stood up, "let's get moving."

On The Auction Block

Hitomi tossed her sperm laden shirt aside and Beeno laughed. Hitomi was glad he thought it was funny. Now he could feel superior again. He had his orgasm and was able to throw it at the Spacegirl. Unfortunately, some of Beeno's spunk got on Hitomi's hand and the smell lingered for most of the trip, until she the stopped at a stream for water and she was able to wash her hands.

The trip to Draam was fairly quick. Beeno had tried to indulge Hitomi in conversation a couple times, but she ignored him. The only incident in the trip was when Hitomi urinated. She had thought about waiting, but did not know when she would have a chance. When Beeno opened his codpiece, Hitomi was afraid she would have to deal with the slave trader wanting another orgasm.

She was a little relieved when she realized he just wanted to urinate. Being without any inhibitions around a slave, he just openly pissed on the road. Hitomi seized the chance to relieve her bladder as well, only to find Beeno leering at her smooth, hairless pussy. Before he was able to grope at her, she was done and had pulled up her thong (careful not to lose the one hundred dollar bill Cooch had put there.

Once they made it to Draam it was only a couple minutes before they were at the auction stage. They had arrived just at dusk, which was when the Draamians met to deal and barter for slave girls.

Cooch had been right, Dune was there and she was easy to spot. Though she had an ample body, much of it was distributed just were it was the most aesthetic. As Hitomi and Beeno waited for their turn in the trading, the Spacegirl could feel Dune's gaze. The woman was sizing up Hitomi, in a sense undressing her, though what there was to undress took little thought process. Hitomi did her best to flirt with Dune. Hitomi would catch Dune looking at her and then shyly look away. The Spacegirl folded her arms and squeezed her breasts into cleavage. Hitomi's pert breasts were firm and very appealing to the woman trader.

When Hitomi was pushed onto the auction stage, Dune quickly stepped forward and began to examine the merchandise. "Have you sampled this girl?" Dune asked Beeno.

"No ma'am," Beeno said, almost cowering. "I knew you would not approve."

Dune looked at Beeno, knowing he would not save an attractive slave girl like this for anyone, "What happened, did she kick you in the codpiece." The comment frustrated Beeno, and brought laughter from those at the auction.

"I will give you $200 Draamian," Dune offered.

"But ma'am, I paid that myself, I can not sell for anything less than $500," Beeno countered.

Dune held her chin to think for a moment, then walked around behind Hitomi. Dune grabbed the Spacegirl's butt cheeks, separated them and let go, causing the thong to cut deeper into the crevice of Hitomi's buttocks. Dune then grabbed Hitomi's ass again, this time she slipped her thumb several centimeters into Hitomi's sphincter. The probing thumb startled her at first, but Hitomi knew she needed to be bought by this woman if she was to gain access to the captured Government Official Prince, so she forced a low moan out.

Hearing Hitomi's moan, Dune smiled. Hitomi had been able to convince the trader she was ripe for the picking.

"I will offer you $350," Dune said.

"But ma'am, sure you have noticed the brand of the loyal order," Beeno said. "I can not let such a valuable sex slave for less than $500."

Dune laughed at Beeno's reference to Hitomi's tattoo, "You idiot. There is no such thing as a loyal oder. I will not pay for your stupidity."

Hitomi was unsure where this bartering was going, but she was quickly beginning to wonder if they two traders would come to an agreement. It was clear that Dune was not as gullible as Beeno and though she appeared to be interested in Hitomi, the trader was all business.

"$500 Draamian," came an offer from the crowd. Everyone turned their heads in the direction of the offer. At first it wasn't clear who had made the offer, but a man with a Fez stepped forward. He laid five Draam $100 bills on the auction stage.

The offer caused a lot of murmuring from the crowd. It was unclear if it was because of who made the offer, or who he was challenging. One person who was not making a sound was Hitomi. She was awestruck. Though she couldn't be 100 percent sure, it seemed as though it was the mysterious Gem*Boy who had made the bid. She couldn't believe it, did he think he was helping her. Saving her from a life as sex slave?

Dune did not like the challenge one bit. She stepped her right foot on to the bills and spit back to Beeno, "I will pay $1,000 Draamian for this slave."

The focus went back to the man in the fez. The man seemed to be reaching into his jacket for more money, but stopped and said, "No woman is worth that much, not even you Dune."

Dune laughed at the comment and lifted her foot so the man could pick up his bid. When Dune turned to pay Beeno, Hitomi looked at the man, wondering if it was in fact Gem*Boy. Hitomi didn't wonder for long. After pocketing his money, the man in the fez looked up with a cocky smile and winked at Hitomi.

"I hope the highest bidder finds you worth her bid," he said softly and turned, disappearing as Cooch had several hours before.

When Dune produced $1,000, Beeno snapped it up quickly. Gem*boy's bid had made Dune meet and surpass Beeno's asking price. The sly fez-ed one had lived up to his myth. The Spacegirl wondered if Gem*Boy and Cooch played poker and if they did, who bluffed who.

As she watched the tassel of his Fez fade into the crowd, Hitomi felt disheartened that meeting Gem*Boy was so fleeting. Hitomi was pulled from her thoughts when she felt Dune grip her left nipple and yank.

"Come lover, you are with me now," the trader woman sad and Hitomi winced as Dune pulled the Spacegirl down from the stage.

When All Is Said And Dune

Once they were at Dune's office, Hitomi was led away from the robust woman by another slave girl. She was then bathed and then had oils massaged into her flesh by several other women. 'A girl could get used to this,' Hitomi thought as she was pampered. As enjoyable as it was to be pampered, it was strange to have five sets of hands on her at once - let alone women's hands.

Hitomi knew she was being prepared for Dune, but as the slave girls kneaded and prodded her entire body, she wonder **what** she was being prepared for. The slave girls thoroughly scrubbed her body, leaving no orifice untouched. Since Dune had already probed the Spacegirl's anus on the auction stage, Hitomi could only expect more exploration when she encountered the sex trader again.

Two things were very clear to Hitomi as she laid on the massage table: the women who were attending her were very skilled at what they did and she was about to face a very important test. Though Hitomi was being prepared for a sexual dalliance with Dune, it was one that she must excel in -- regardless how she felt about intimacy with another woman.

As relaxing as it was to be kneaded into a restful bliss, the thought of failing weighed heavy on Hitomi's mind. Should the Spacegirl fail to please Dune...to show her value in the sexual arena...there would be no reason for Hitomi to be assigned to the task of sexually teasing prisoners.

After her massage, Hitomi's arms and legs had been dipped into latex. The slave girls then scrapped the latex from Hitomi's hands and feet before the rubber cooled. The Spacegirl was then dressed in a gossamer pair of panties. The panties had much more fabric than the thong she had been wearing, but was so sheer it hid even less. Hitomi knew it wasn't intended for her modesty, but for aesthetics.

Once the Spacegirl was prepared for her task, she was taken to large bedroom. Hitomi kneeled on a cushion next to the bed, where Dune reclined. Dune got up from the bed and walked around Hitomi. It was clear Dune liked what she saw. Once she was in front of Hitomi, Dune noticed how the Spacegirl's left nipple was bruised. "I hope I wasn't at fault here," Dune said as she cupped Hitomi's breast and kissed the bluish nipple.

Releasing Hitomi's breast, Dune walked away and unfolded her curves back onto the bed. "You may have guessed, But I am interested in you more than just your performance as a sex slaver," Dune said. "In fact your career path depends on your ability to please me."

Hitomi nodded.

Giving Dune Her Monies Worth

The Spacegirl rose from her cushion and approached the bed. Trying to be as subservient as possible, Hitomi crawled onto the bed from the foot and kissed Dune's feet. It was clear that the matronly woman had also been anointed with scented oils. After gently kissing each foot, Hitomi broke her contact from the woman and laid beside her. The Spacegirl was still, moving only her eyes.

Hitomi had found a new use for her beta block training. In her mind, she focused such a desire that she was able to raise the temperature of the room. Hitomi's concentration was creating ardent desire to stir in every pore of Dune with out any contact. The slave trader was use to women either being repulsed by the idea of making love to her, or throwing themselves at her with lustful abandon. This act was new and strange to Dune. It was unsettling as well. The longer Hitomi covered Dune with her lascivious gaze, the more she felt blanketed with a need to have the new girl consummate the heated scrutiny. Without a word, Hitomi had seduced Dune into a trance of arousal.

When Dune had first seen Hitomi on the auction stage, she had lusted for the Spacegirl. The slave trader had done her biding with conquest in mind, but now she longed for Hitomi to consume her. "What is your name, dear one," Dune said, breaking the silence.

Hitomi leaned forward and flickered her tongue on Dune's left nipple until it became erect. Then she placed her lips around the aureole and formed a vacuum with her mouth. The Spacegirl pulled her head away from Dune, stretching the Rubeneque woman's breast until it popped free from Hitomi's mouth. "I am Hitomi," Hitomi said and repeated on Dune's right nipple. "I am here to please you," she added and then kissed Dune fully on the mouth. Hitomi could feel the woman gasp and basically wilt into her arms.

Hitomi's tongue circled inside Dune's mouth, then traced the contours of the slave trader's mouth. Hitimo mashed their mouths together, pulling at the back of Dune's neck. Parting their lips, Hitomi traced a line, with her tongue, over Dune's nose and shadowed the woman's eyelids. Hitomi took her left hand and cupped it under Dune's breast.

Tenderly she flatten her hand against Dune's belly, rubbing it like a mother would a sick child. The Spacegirl returned her lips to Dune's large aureoles. Alternating, from left and right, she licked circles around the nipples that were tight little spots. As her mouth worked enchantment on Dune's nipples, Hitomi inched her hand closer to the woman's intimate details. The slave trader released involuntary little sounds. She may had been with more skilled lovers, but she couldn't remember when.

When Hitomi's fingers were only centimeters from Dune's clitoris, she began to lightly tickle the woman's pubic area. Then she traced the folds of Dune's nether region. Hitomi teased at the entrance of Dune's vagina, then with her finger moistened from the juices that were seeping from the robust woman, the Spacegirl plunged her middle finger into the puckered folds of her anus. Dune squealed, half with surprise and half with pleasure.

As Hitomi wiggled her finger, she blazed a trail of kisses from Dune's breasts to her navel, then to her clitoris. There she worked the lesbian to her first orgasm. Dune spasms were taunted with Hitomi's breath as she blew cool air onto her.

Hitomi pinched Dune's clit with her teeth and toyed with the nub. In her mind, the Spacegirl was amazed at how easily she had been trusted with pleasure. Gently pulling with her teeth she flickered the clit with her tongue, driving Dune to two more quick orgasms. By the second, Hitomi had worked her index finger into Dune's anus. as the large squeezed her puckered ring in an orgasm, Hitomi yanked her fingers out of the woman. The action was every so pleasurable to Dune and caused her release a bestial wail. It brought a smile to Hitomi's face and made her to wonder at what point Draamian guards were to enter Dune's bedroom.

As Dune recuperate from her third orgasm, Hitomi crawled between her legs. The young 'infiltrator' placed her hands around Dune's hips, working her thumbs into the woman's pelvis. Hitomi was working out the tightness in Dune's hips. Alternating between circular motions and applying pressure to pressure points on Dune's hips, Hitomi was playing with Dune's un-tethered arousal. Hitomi positioned her left thumb on Dune's clit and began to pump the fingers of her right hand into the slave trader's vagina. Through parched breaths, Dune barked out lust-tainted commands, "Fuck me princess...fuck me with your hand."

Hitomi had regrouped her beta blocking and was refocusing, causing delight to ooze from between Dune's powerful thighs. The slick vaginal fluids allowed Hitomi more access until her hand disappeared into Dunes cunt. Hitomi made a fist and pulled against the woman's pelvis sending her into orbit. Dune squeezed her thighs around Hitomi as she spasmed through countless orgasms. Hitomi decide it was time to give her 'owner' a rest and stopped her twitching thumb. Dune's body went limp and the Spacegirl began to slide her right hand out of the swampy vagina.

Dune flexed her hips, holding Hitomi in her. "Not yet princess, I want to hold onto you for a while," Dune said smiling up at Hitomi. "You would have been a bargain at twice the price." With a smile on her face, and Hitomi's hand insider her, Dune fell asleep.

Nocturnal Exploration

Hitomi realized that she will have to wait. She relaxes her hand, but the Spacegirl knew it would be too early to remove her hand form her captor's cunt. In her mind Hitomi tries to visualize the compound, from the different places she has been so far.

By curling her hand and applying pressure, the young space agent is able to begin freeing her hand. Slick with Dune's vaginal secretions, it is not a difficult task to pull her hand from the womb of the slave trader. Dune would expect Hitomi to be at her side in the morning, but now the Spacegirl will have the opportunity to explore her surroundings and, if she was lucky, find the Government Official Prince.

There are candles burning in Dune's room so it is easy for Hitomi to find the door. The Spacegirl wished she had a weapon, or at the very least, some clothing. Naked, except for her cosmetic fanny pack, she steps into the hall. She knows to the left is where she was prepared for her tryst with Dune and nothing will be found there but the Terran-Asiatica slave girls.

Hitomi turns to her right and edges down the corridor. Unsure if her eyes will adjust to the darkness, she continues on. For the first 20 meters, she could only feel the walls of the corridor. When she finds the first door, Hitomi places her ear to it and could hear the murmuring of a Draamian male and the squeal of a dog. The Spacegirl thought about how Draamian men believe the only enjoyable sex was with animals, and in her mind she could picture a Draamian male copulating with a dog.

The activity provided one of the most successful enterprises in her homeland of Terran-Asiatica. There were many dog ranches, where the sole purpose was to raise a breed of dog -- half German shepherd, half Irish setter -- for the sexual pleasure of men on Draam.

If the all men on this wing of the compound were involved in bestial embraces it would provide a good diversion for Hitomi and allow her to slink through the halls, looking for the Prince.

Her eyes had adjust some, but she would not be able to see much as she searched. She came to a 'Y' in the hall, about 100 meters from where Dune was sleeping. Since she was already on the right side of the hall, the Spacegirl decided to go right. After walking some, Hitomi could tell this was the way to the torture rooms. Ahead was several doors with handpad locks on them and meshed screen windows.

In her eagerness, Hitomi became careless and stepped solidly on a sensor pad. In the darkness, she had not seen it and the pad triggered shackles to lock around her right ankle. Standing on one foot, she placed her left foot against the wall so she would not trigger the floor pad and shackles around that ankle. It was academic though, because as soon as she put weight on her left foot against the wall, a hand came forward, placing another shackle on her ankle. The shackle was attached to a bar and pulled her foot to the floor. Hitomi still had her upper body free to defend herself, but could not see in the darkness what to defend against.

The Spacegirl felt an erie sensation along the back of her right calf. At first she thought it was a snake, slinking its way up her leg. It was all she could do to suppress a scream, but Hitomi knew she didn't want to call attention to her situation. When she reached for what was slithering up her leg, it was gone. Hitomi turned to see if anyone was behind her and she saw two green, cat-like eyes, almost glowing in the darkness, about four feet off the ground.

'A Saranac,' Hitomi thought. Saranac's were creatures that Draamian's used as guards. They were short and virtually powerless, except for their night vision. The other feature that Saranac's possessed was long skinny tongues that looked like snakes. Saranac's used their tongues to root for grubs.

The Saranac was too far from Hitomi, for her to strike the guard creature. She instead pulled at the shackles that bound her feet. Given enough time, Hitomi reasoned, she would be able to free herself, but she didn't think for a second the Saranac would allow this to happen. She was stunned though at the fact that the Saranac was still there observing her struggles. The small lilt creatures where only used for surveillance and were expected to report any non-approved activity. Maybe she could reason with the Saranac. Speaking in Terran-Asiatician, Hitomi forcefully whispered, "I am Dune's sex slave, you must let me go."

"I know," came the Saranac's response. The male voice was garbled and it was clear the creature was speaking through a translator box.

"If you know ... why then are you holding me," Hitomi said, putting as much arrogancein her voice. "Mistress Dune will not be pleased by this activity."

Hitomi could hear the Saranac release static laughter through the translator box. "As a sex slave you should know, you are not to wander the halls."

"I was looking for the toilet," the Spacegirl explained.

As she spoke, the Saranac slithered his tongue on her calf again. Hitomi reached for it, but the creature was too quick. Then she felt something on her back. Quickly she realized it was not the Saranac's tongue, but corple grubs that the creature had taken from his food pouch and threw on her. Corples were about three centimeters long and one cm in diameter. The grubs scurried on her back, looking for a crevice to call home. Crevices were fine, but Hitomi knew they would be just as content to crawl up her orifices and she plucked them off the best she could, grabbing the last one just 10 cm from before it crawled up her ass. The experience was un-nerving and Hitomi was beginning to sweat.

She heard the Saranac Laugh, this time from in front of her. The guard must had slipped past her while she struggled with the grubs. She felt more grubs land on her legs. With velcro-like legs, they could adhere to Hitomi's smooth legs as they sought out refuge in the form of Hitomi's intimacy. Though she couldn't see it in the dark, the Saranac was able to snap up the corples with his tongue as quickly as she threw them off her legs.

Hitomi could hear a crunching sound and realized that the Saranac was chewing the grubs she was throwing off her skin. "Why are you doing this?" Hitomi spit out as she grabbed the last two off her ankles. She didn't need to wait long for her answer, before she could throw the corples off her ankles two shackles locked her wrists to her ankles. She felt the corples wiggling in her hands, but her bonds would not allow her to throw then away. Instead, she squashed the grubs and dropped them to her feet.

The Saranac snapped up the last two corples and chewed them up. "You should try these," the creature said chewing the grubs and walked behind Hitomi. With her hands bound to her feet, her buttocks was forced into the air. She swatted down, to try to protect her flank from a possible probe from the Saranac. The guard placed his large thumb against Hitomi's anus and pushed. The sphincter was too tight to allow passage of the Saranac's digit and Hitomi toppled forward, landing on her head. Her hands bound to head foot and her head created a tripod, with her ass the apex of the pyramid.

"Just what the fuck are you doing?" Hitomi said, forgetting herself and slipping out of the servant tone.

"Do you know how often a Saranac has sex?" the creature asked then invaded Hitomi's ass, with his tongue. If any corples had made it into her ass, the Saranac would have found it, but his movements were less to forage for food, and more to show his dominance.

"I don't think Dune would approve of her guards invading her sex slaves," Hitomi said, her voice raising an octave when she said "invading," because invade is just what the Saranac's tongue had done again. Hitomi had had her ass reamed, prodded and rimmed, but almost always by open invitation of a lover. Now she had a Saranac's tongue dancing through her bowels. It felt like a worm invading her and she was feeling nauseous.

When the creature removed his tongue he answered: "Dune likes her sex slaves roaming the halls much less. she actually encourages us to give the new sex slaves every reason not to repeat such wandering." As he talked, he attempted to plunge his thick thumb between her labia. Having grubs and the Saranac's tongue crawling on her flesh left her mortified and her sex organs dry as Draamian Martini.

The Saranac stuck his thumb in his mouth, coating with is slimey saliva. Though she couldn't see it, Hitomi could feel the slimey mucus as the Saranac's thumb pushed into her cunt.

At the same moment, she had wiggled her thumb under the bolt that secured her right foot shackle. Scrapping the flesh off her thumb knuckle she was able to free her foot. The Saranac was obliviousto this activity, as he worked his thumb in and out of Hitomi's vagina. Once Hitomi had her foot free, she slipped out her hand and began to work on the shackle of her left foot.

Hitomi worked to get free from the remaining bond on her foot and hand, but would not be able to stop the Saranac from his ultimate goal. The guard slipped his penis into Hitomi just as she was beginning to loosen the main bolt. Hitomi found it ironic that the Saranac's penis felt smaller than his thumb, but seemed to be larger because it had a 20 degree bend in it.

"In case you are wondering," the guard to say pausing to let his tongue slither along Hitomi's back and then around her neck, but never finish -- his statement or is loving making. Hitomi freed her other foot and hand on the Saranac's third thrust into the Spacegirl. She used the motion to her advantage and with the cat-eyed creature thrusting forward, Hitomi did a somersault. Both went tumbling. Hitomi reached back and grabbed the guards cock, she didn't want to lose him in the dark, where his vision would make it impossible for her to catch him.

The snake-like tongue was still around Hitomi's neck when she had removed the Saranac's cock. Quickly she turned and jammed the palm of her hand against the guard's chin. The Saranac had tried to retrieve his tongue, but had not quite made it. Hitomi's blow severed the creatures tongue, removing about 20 cm.

The Saranac screamed and Hitomi ran blindly back down the hall. She ran past Dunes room, to the sex slave dormitory. She couldn't return to the sex traders room, not with her pussy covered with Saranac saliva. Instead, she lodged herself in slave quarter's toilet and set about cleaning the mucus from her loins and creating a reason for leaving Dune's room. She figured she wouldn't have to worry about the Saranac talking. Not only would he have a severed tongue, but if he admitted to seeing a sex slave, he would have to explain why he -- with his night vision -- he had been overpowered by one.

There was a small chance he would talk, but Hitomi figured she has earned some confidence from Dune with her fist of fury, but she would find out soon enough. Now she had to clean her vagina.

Another Day, Another Orgasm

When Hitomi woke up she thought her head was next to a toilet, but her assumption wasn't exactly right. She had fallen asleep in sex slaves 'cleaning room' and her head was against the bidet, where her intimate orchid had spent an hour hovered...in earth time...cleaning the mucus from her vulva. Once she had finally removed the slime from her sex, she had slipped to the floor next to the bidet. She had been so exhausted that she just drifted off to slumberland. She had dreamt of the fezed-one and woke when she heard the giggles of several sex slaves who happened upon her.

The Space Agent was able to glean some information from the girls, once she collected herself. She found out that Dune would not be mad at her for leaving her chambers, in fact it was expected. Once Dune had been satiated and sleeping, the sex slaves were to return to their quarters. It was not so unusual that Hitomi was sleeping on the floor of the room where sex slaves cleaned their pussies since the Spacegirl had not been assigned a bed to sleep in. Several of the giggling girls lead Hitomi to an unoccupied bed and filled her in on what would be expected of her.

The Spacegirl would find out some very good news, regarding her mission of helping the Government Official Prince escape. At the moment, the sex slaves explained, he was the main focus of their interrogations. When discussing the Prince the sex slaves were especially giggly. They told Hitomi that the prisoner had been with them for a month and it was only a matter of days before their sexual titillation would having him talking.

Hitomi found it interesting how the sex slaves so enjoyed their job, relishing in their ability to play with a man's mind and physical desires. Before the mission started, the Spacegirl had always thought of the sex slaves as mindless puppets. Listening to them explain how they had used their sexuality and tactile ingenuity to bring a man to his figurative knees, impressed Hitomi. It was not unlike how she felt in successfully completing a mission. The main difference: the sex slaves did not have the freedom to leave, nor were they in a situation where their lives were in jeopardy. Something Hitomi wondered about, just about every minute she had been on planet Draam.

If the Saranac turned her night wandering in to his superior, Hitomi would be in trouble. Or if the snake-tongued creature band together with the other guards it would -- at the very least -- put her life in danger.

Since no one had approached her this morning and the fact that the slave girls had not mentioned anything, Hitomi was confident that none of the superiors knew of her late night attempt to explore. Non-the-less the Saranac guards would be looking for her and revenge be their ultimate goal.

Hitomi was still naked from her interlude with Dune, and though the other sex slave worn thick nightgowns, they soon disrobed.

When Dune entered the sex slave quarters she showed no interest in Hitomi, causing the Spacegirl a twinge of jealousy. Until Dune's arrival, the Spacegirl took solace in the belief that the only thing that had gone right in this mission so far was the ability of Hitomi to sexually wrap the slave trader around her finger...all five of them.

Dune led the sex slaves down the corridor to the torture rooms. The walk through the corridors was like a walk down memory lane for Hitomi. She was conscious that she was not the only sex slave who looked at Dune's bedroom door when they walked past it. It was clear that the sex slaves duties were not over at the end of the day.

When they came to the 'Y,' it occurred to Hitomi it might be important to know where the left fork led to, especial when it was time to escape from the compound. Hitomi was making as many mental notes as possible. The next time she wandered down this hall at night the Saranacs would be waiting for her, and if she was not discreet, it would be her last trip down a blind alley.

When they got to the sensor pad, Dune and the 12 sex slaves stopped. Dune pressed four numbers into the number pad on the left side of the hall. The number entered captured Hitomi's complete attention. "6969"

Of course there was the chance that the number was often changed, the Spacegirl, knowing Dune's predilection to same sex pleasure, guessed it would be the same the next time she ventured down the hall. Normally, a sex slave wouldn't be suspected to be sneaking down the hall to the prisoners. More likely the threat would come, not from the sex slave quarters, but the other direction of the 'Y' corridor. If Hitomi's hunch was right, the other fork would be to the exit. It was more likely the sex slaves would be heading out the exit, not in. Hitomi was probably the only woman on Draam who wanted to be a sex slave.

There were three torture rooms with prisoners. At each room, the voluptuous lesbian punched in a code to open the door. This time Dune was a little more cautious. Hitomi tried to position herself where she could watch the numbers that Dune entered, but she was always blocked by the back of the sex trader.

Dune assigned five sex slaves to the first room and four to the second; she took Hitomi and two others to the third. When Dune stayed with the three, Hitomi figured it meant that this was the most important prisoner or that the sex trader had a fondness for one of the three women. While Hitomi thought it would be useful to have someone as powerful as Dune infatuated with her, she realized it also mean less free time and more time spent attending to the whims of the lesbian's pussy. Both situations had their pluses and minuses.

Upon entering the third torture room, Hitomi was surprised at how unadorned the room was. There were none of the common devices of torture, such as prodding devices, for inserting phalluses into orifices. Instead, there was a large bed in the middle of the room with a naked man strapped to it. The stainless steel bed was large enough for several people to kneel next to the prisoner.

As the Dune and the three sex slaves approached the bed, Hitomi realized this was the goal of her mission. Tattooed around the left ring finger was the imperial bands. As happy as Hitomi was to find the Official Government Prince, she was caught off-guard at the sight of his sex organ. His penis was erect and was of average size for a human, but his testicles where three to four times the size of the norm. The Prince's sex organs were in a harness; around the base of his cock, the Prince had a cock ring and around his balls was rope -- knotted. The space girl assumed the swelling of the Prince's balls was due to all the titillation the sex slaves had taunted him with.

"Hitomi, you will notice this man is just about to spill his seed," Dune explained to the new sex slave in the group. "Consequently you are forbidden to touch his sack or rod. Instead, we are now concentrating on his other senses. "You will play the part of the temptress," Dune continued. "I want you to kneel on the bed, with your legs spread over this pig's face." Hitomi did not understand why Dune wanted her to have her loins over the Prince, but obeyed without question.

"Tasha, you will ream," Dune ordered one of the other girls, and added with a smirk: "I think you remember how."

Hitomi was face to face with the Prince's cock. A beautiful piece of equipment that the Spacegirl knew was only one or two licks of her tongue away from orgasm, but with Dune so close it was not to happen....not now at least.

The Spacegirl felt Tasha's tongue drawing lines of saliva on her round ass cheeks. At the same time, Dune and the other girl each had grabbed her legs and were pulling them apart. "That's it," Dune said, once Hitomi's quim was only a dozen centimeters above the Prince's face.

'He must be smelling the scent of hand soap,' Hitomi thought. The night before she had scrubbed her pussy raw, to make sure all the Saranac's mucus saliva was gone. The Spacegirl began to use her beta blocking to focus her mind away from the sensual ass kissing Tasha was doing. Hitomi was surprised to find her beta blocking wasn't working and that her nerve endings were reacting to every carnal touch of Tasha's tongue. Then it dawned on her what Foil had told her, beta blocking worked for pain, but pleasure was too difficult to stop. Hitomi could feel moisture begin to form between her legs and the hands of Dune and the other sex slave begin to caress her back. Soon Dune and Simpa, the woman who had giggled at her sleeping on the cleaning room floor, were reaching for her breasts. Tasha's tongue continued to play at the entrance of Hitomi's ass.

The Prince began to mumble something. It wasn't clear what he was saying, but there was no doubt what he wanted. Hitomi saw his cock grow even more erect before her face. She knew that if the Prince was able to survive this day of torture, she would have to free him that night or all of the Explorer secrets would be revealed.

For some reason Hitomi's mind flashed back to her dream the night before. In her dream, her ex-boyfriend had shaved her pubic hair and had began make love to her doggie style. Then somehow in the dream a fez fell over her shoulder and she realized she was getting a 10th Degree fuck from Gem*Boy. Her last unconscious thought was of people laughing at her, then she woke to the giggles of the sex slaves.

Hitomi could smell the pungent scent of the Prince's penis. How he must long for some contact with his erect dick...to have a release from the sexual torment he has been enduring.

Tasha's tongue had found the folds of her sphincter and was flirting with the sensitive nerve endings that conjugated there. Simpa's hand had slipped off her breasts and was rubbing her smooth flat belly. Hitomi chided herself, in the past 10 minutes she had not thought once of a way to overpower the three women in the room. Instead, she had fallen into the enjoyment of the women's caresses. Hitomi's mind was demented with lust.

The three women had Hitomi in the throes of passion. Against her wishes, the Spacegirl could feel liquid excitement gushing between her legs. Simpa's hand continue to rub the contours of Hitomi's pelvis, inching toward her intimate orchid. The Terran-Asiatician spy's pussy was drooling onto the face of the bonded prisoner.

The Spacegirl's eye's were locked on the Prince's penis, causing her mouth to water like her vulva. A drop of spit slipped from Hitomi's mouth and the royal prisoner's erection flinched when the saliva touched it. 'Chinese water torture,' Hitomi thought, then wondered if maybe she could trigger an orgasm from the Prince by dripping her saliva onto him. As soon as she thought the thought, Hitomi's head was jerked away. "So you like cock, too," Dune said, breaking the Spacegirl's thought of fellatio. Catching Hitomi off-guard, Dune had grabbed the Spacegirl's head with both her hands and kissed her, thrusting her tongue into Hitomi's mouth.

As if on cue, Tasha's tongue reamed Hitomi's anus. Nearly in sync, Dune and Tasha were plunging their tongues into Hitomi. The Spacegirl was out of control and when Simpa's finger thrusted into Hitomi's cunt, the Explorer agent came hard. Hard as concrete. Her vaginal juices gushed out of her pussy onto the Prince's face.

Dune and Simpa roughly pulled Hitomi from atop of the Prince. "You nearly made the prisoner to release with your dripping spit," Dune screamed, then slapped Hitomi. Hitomi heard the Prince moan and could see that he was begging for a release. The Spacegirl's come had dripped onto the Prince's face and Tasha was lapping Hitomi's juice off his face. The royal prisoner was so out of control that the sensation of a tongue on his face was pushing him toward lunacy. The Prince's penis was quivering, so close to coming, but the straps around his cock and testicles prevented him the total release he longed for.

"Tasha, Simpa, take her back to the slave quarters and keep a watch over her," Dune ordered the two sex slave. "I might be able to get the Prince to talk."

Hitomi fought back the reflex to slam the palm of her hand into Dune's neck. The Spacegirl weighed her options. It was possible she would be able to over power the three women; catching them off guard, but now was not the opportune moment.

Late Afternoon Snack

The sex slaves did not take Hitomi to the common area of the slave barracks, instead the took her took her to an adjacent room, a much smaller room with one bed. The Spacegirl calculated her chances. She could easily over-power her two captors, but it was daytime and most of the guards would be on duty. Not only would she have to elude them, it would also make it clear that her intentions were to attempt some sort of escape. The Draamians would probably assume it was her own escape she was attempting; unless they had a clue she was a spy trying the release of the Government Official Prince. Instead, she allowed herself to be strapped to the bed.

The slave girls apologized. They informed Hitomi that Dune would be cooled off by the next day and she would be released to her normal duties. In her mind, Hitomi knew that would be too late. One more day and the Prince would be revealing strategic information about the Explorer operation. It was unclear how much information the Prince knew, but even a little would compromise the defenses of Explorer. What was also clear was Hitomi in a compromising position and needed to act relatively fast if she was going to free the Prince. Right now she didn't even have a glimpse of a plan.

The Spacegirl was helpless at the moment, in bondage. She looked around and saw a room not unlike The room she had stayed in 2350 when she was a 20-year-old Olympic gymnast. She didn't do well in those Olympics, but enjoyed the experience. The room was similar in size and, like that Olympic dorm, it seemed to be well insulated. Hitomi guessed that the insulation was purely for sound absorption since there was a desk in the corner loaded with torture devices; not ordinary torture devices, but 'toys' that were purely sexual in nature. There were various phallus devices and buttplugs, along with a whip or two.

The Spacegirl wondered if Dune would come to the room to use the sexual apparatus on her. No matter what the Draamians wanted to do to Hitomi, she had to find a way out of her bonds and down to the Prince to free him before sun up.

After a couple tugs on the straps that bound her wrists and ankles, Hitomi decided she would just rest. She had been awake for most of the past 20 hours and a little sleep would come in handy. Sleep came quick and easy for the Explorer Spy, but it was short lived. Hitomi had been asleep for approximately three hours and was dreaming of making love in the rain. In her dream, it quickly dawned on her that it wasn't raindrops collecting on her flesh, but something crawling across her flesh. Like a shot, Hitomi was taunt against her bonds. What was crawling across her flesh was not a dream. It was something she was very familiar with. From last night. It was corples.

Hitomi's first instinct was to grab for the grubs as they wiggled their way over her body. That was useless because her hands and feet were secured to the four corners of the bed. She looked around to see if she could see where the corples were or where the came from, but she couldn't see anything. It was now dark in the room. The room hand no windows, so it was dark because the light had been turned out.

There were about 10 of the corples scurrying around her body. She knew they were looking for sanctuary of her vagina and sphincter, but a couple of them were on her neck, moving to her face. She tighten her lips together. In the darkness, she saw the Saranac's cat-eyes glowing at her. She wanted to scream but it would be a useless warning in the insulated room and only open one more orifice for the corples to crawl into. Hitomi bucked her body, trying in vain to knock the grubs from her body.

Aside from the two on her neck and two more on her left nipple, most of the crawling creatures were on her hairless pussy. Their tiny feet were ticklish, but Hitomi didn't feel like laughing. Two corples were crawling on her clitoris and another two were dancing on her labia. The Spacegirl's body was rigid with fear. Yet at the same time, the corples crawling over her erogenous organs was very stimulating. The tension grew. Hitomi was waiting for the Saranac to grab the grubs with his long tongue, as he had the night before. She wondered if perhaps he couldn't because of how she had severed his tongue in the fight.

In spite of the convulsions of her body, in an attempt to shake the corples free, the grubs didn't seem in a hurry to crawl inside of Hitomi. They seemed to be foraging for food. The food was the Spacegirl's flesh. With microscopic pinchers there clawed at Hitomi's clit, chewing it like a wicked lover. The normal food for the corples is Draamian bontia tree which has very subtle bark. Even the flesh of a Terran-Asiatician was stiffer than the back of a bontia tree and the corples could not break her skin, but they continued to gnaw away.

At least the two on her clitoris continued to gnaw away, playing havoc with Hitomi's libido. Unfortunately, the two on her neck continued to seek refuge. They tried to enter her mouth. The thought of them in her mouth nearly made Hitomi to gag. Finding her lips firmly sealed, the grubs entered her nostrils. Forcing their way in.

'He isn't going to stop them,' Hitomi thought. She realized that her tormentor would allow the grubs to penetrate her, when she heard him laugh through his voice box.

The corples continued to enter her, crawling to the back of her nasal passages and then inched their way down the back of her throat. The ones on her pussy were tormenting her in a completely different way. They gnawing was pushing Hitomi closer and closer to an orgasm. Her vagina was already moist from the session in the torture room earlier, and now her pussy felt like a swamp. Hitomi was not heaving her hips up and down, not to shake off the corples, but in fits of passion.

Just as she was about to explode into her second orgasm of the day she heard an erie sound. It came from where the cat-eyes glowed, but was not the sound of a voice-box. Hitomi realized that it was the natural sound of the Saranac. He was aware of how she was deriving pleasure form the gnawing grubs and emitted a sound. The corples aware of the fact that the sound was a Saranac scurried for a hiding place. The crevice most of them found was her vulva. Two fell over each other and forced their way into her anal passage. The two that had been attending her left nipple ran two her pussy, but never made it. The Saranac cut them off at the pass, snapping them up with his tongue.

There was no reason to hold her mouth closed now and Hitomi spoke. Her voice was different, surprising her. The two corples lodged in her lower nasal passage caused her voice to be squeaky. "What are you doing," Hitomi said, trying to sound as if she was the one in control.

"Finishing up where I left off," the Saranac said through his voice box.

"You dare touch one of Dune's sex slaves?" the Spacegirl asked, trying to make it seem like a threat. As she spoke, she could feel the corples burrowing inside her intestine. The ones that had found a home in her vagina seemed to be dancing on her ovaries.

"You sound like a slave girl with a bug up your ass," the long-tongued creature said and laughed insanely. Hitomi felt the Saranac's tongue on her stomach. It was caressing her and it was clear the creature was preparing to sodomize her. She could feel the tip of his tongue play with her belly button. His tongue was shorter, but Hitomi could tell that the tip of his tongue had already grown back.

His tongue felt sensuous against her flesh, but Hitomi wanted none of his affection. She contorted her body as far as she could against her restraints. Her movements were a statement of disgust, but she wasn't able to stop the wandering tongue.

"Don't be so cold my lovely," the Saranac said, with his voice box. "I won't be so ruthless as the other guards who will be enjoying your body when I am done." Hitomi wasn't sure if the Saranac was referring to other Saranacs or if the implication was she would be raped by all forms of guard creatures. It didn't matter, the Spacegirl knew she had to escape before the line formed between her legs. The Saranac's tongue slithered around the folds of her labia, dipping the tip inside her.

"Hmmm, I won't need to lubricate you as I did last night," came the voice-box. "You are very excited." The corples and her session earlier had left her very slick. The creature's tongue was slick with Hitomi's sex juices, allowing him easy access to her ass. He plunged his tongue down her anal passage, pushing open the tight pucker ring of her sphincter. His tongue glided inside her like a snake. Exploring the entrails of her ass, until it found one of the corples. The Saranac's tongue curled around the grub and extracted it from Hitomi's rump.

Hitomi could hear the long-tongued creature chewing and was glad to have him extricating the corples, but felt violated. The Saranac dipped his tongue into her pussy again, juicing it up for another foray into her ass. The corple was aware of what was going on and attempted to burrow further up Hitomi's ass. It was unable to escape, but forced the Saranac to venture his tongue a dozen centimeters up Hitomi's lower intestine. Going in was nothing compared to the feeling of the Saranac's tongue, knotted around a corple, coming out. The tongue caught at the ring of Hitomi's sphincter, but was yanked past the Explorer Agents puckered orifice.

"MMM mmm, nothing like a marinated corple," The Saranac said between chews. As the Saranac chewed, Hitomi could feel the other corples edging their way into her. The two in her vagina, two more in the back of her throat and one lodged in her right ear. The two in her throat were causing her to gag. She could feel their little feet twitch as they pushed themselves. The Saranac had bent near Hitomi's prone position on the bed. She could feel his breath against her leg and then his hand laid on her pelvis, with his thumb touching the edge of her labia. None of this she could see in the darkness, but when she lifted her head and looked down she could see the two glowing cat eyes. He moved his thumb from the entrance of her intimate orchid to her pellet of pleasure and began to rub the large digit against her clitoris.

The Spacegirl tried to use her beta blocking, but once again found it useless. When the Saranac's tongue slithered past the lips of her labia she quivered with a mixture of repulsion and delight. His tongue ferreted out the corples easily. Twice the long, thin entered her to exit with a squirming grub. Each time the sensation of pleasure was impossible to ignore and with the Saranac's thumb petting her clit she was beginning to become light-headed.

The creature confused Hitomi when his tongue glided into her vulva for a third time. She was sure that only two had found their way into her vagina, but the Saranac continued to search, until he found his objective. He had not been searching for more corples, but was intent on pushing over the edge of ecstasy. The Saranac's tongue had found her G-spot and was pushing against it.

After only a couple well placed licks of her G-spot, Hitomi came like a siren. She heard herself singing a low moaning song and between her legs flowed gushes of excitement. The Spacegirl had lost all composure and was thrashing across the bed. She heard the long tongued creature laughing through his voice box, pleased with himself and his ability to take Hitomi to the apex of pleasure. Hitomi heard a slurping noise, but couldn't see that the Saranac was lapping up the intimate nectar that had formed between her legs. His tongue finally slinked out of her pussy, weaving its way up her torso. His thumb still stroking her clitoris, pushing her to a second and then a quick third orgasm.

The Spacegirl knew she had lost control and if she was to complete her mission would have to regain her focus, but couldn't help but to relish in the pleasure the Saranac had bestow upon her. She was oblivious to the fact that the Saranac's tongue had circled her neck

She realized her mouth was gaping, with drool sliding, just as the Saranac's tongue plunged down her throat. Her first instinct was to gag; followed by a second to bit off his tongue. She resisted both, completely aware of the fact his tongue had formed a noose around her neck. Perhaps the tongue was too weak to strangle her, but she didn't want to find out. Besides, she knew where the Saranac's tongue was headed -- after the tasty corples lodged in her throat.

He snapped up one and retrieved it from her throat. The Saranac was now hovering over Hitomi. He had moved from masturbating her to a position over her. The Saranacs bodies are similar to humans: two legs, two arms. They differed in the fact that the arms of a Saranac were very short, mainly only used to hold the corples and to push them into their mouths.

The torso of a Saranac was much longer than a human, this was partly due to the fact that their sex organs were located approximately where a human's navel is....a fact that was apparent to Hitomi. The Saranac's position over here was clear because his penis was rubbing against her stomach. He was fully erect and ready to mount the Spacegirl. At this point, she had no choice but to ride out the storm.

Hitomi knew -- as did any winning warrior -- victory seldom goes to the strongest, but to the one who captures the moment. She knew she had no chance to overpower the Saranac, but she had to be prepared for the instant when she did and latch onto it. When the Saranac plunged his tongue into her mouth for the second corple she could taste her own juices. Only seconds before his tongue had been throttling her G-spot, now it was roping its way down her throat.

Now she had no choice but to accept the Saranac was about to ravish her orchid with his curved penis. It was well know that after an orgasm, a Saranac is less than coherent. Perhaps at that point she would find her moment for escape. Besides, after he had given her three teeth chattering orgasm, the least she could do would be to let him have a little fun. Not to mention the nocturnal creature had finally removed the corples from her ear.

With his short arms, the Saranac pushed his body back toward the foot of the bed, until his cock was nestled between Hitomi's legs -- at the entrance of her inflamed orchid. hairless, all of her folds were exposed. She was sure that the Saranac, with is glowing eyes, was able to see every inviting wrinkle.

Had Hitomi not had her legs strapped to the foot of the bed she could have lifted her knees to give the Saranac better access. So the creature had to keep pushing his penis against the Explorer Spy. His hands were pressed against Hitomi's breasts. His arms were too short to even touch his penis, let alone guide it into Hitomi's moist labia.

Normally, a Saranac uses his tongue to direct his sex organ in such situations, but at the moment the Saranac was tongue fucking Hitomi's mouth. Surrendering to the fact she was compelled to endure this copulating, the Spacegirl decided she might as well enjoy ever lascivious moment of it. She played cat and mouse with her tongue and the Saranac's tongue.

Accepting she would be ravished by the Saranac, she was even becoming a little frustrated at his inability to find her love canal with his penis. Then, like a fresh breeze blowing through an opened window, the Saranac found Hitomi's joy division. For the second time in an hour Hitomi almost bit the Saranac's tongue off, when he entered her. To her surprise, he quickly revived her memory of the wonders of intercourse. Hitomi was amazed at how someone who held her captive, could also be captivating in his love making.

The Saranac had her pulling at her restraints with trembling delight. The angle of the Saranac's penis, as it entered her, and the upward curve of his phallus created an ambiance of pure pleasure for Hitomi. But it was not Hitomi alone, who was enjoying this encounter. With the aid of the Spacegirl's thrashing pussy, the Saranac began to come. His orgasm surprised Hitomi. Not the suddenness, but the physical act. The Saranac's sperm was in the form of pellets. Each gush of pleasure from the cat-eyed creature deposited hundreds of half centimeter balls into her womb.

Ten times the creature spasmed into Hitomi, each time filling her with a load of sperm pellets. Her pussy felt as if it was sagging with the weight and volume of the Saranac's orgasms. Unraveling his tongue from around Hitomi's neck, the Saranac pushed himself back from the Spacegirl. When is penis slipped out of Hitomi, it made a 'plop' sound and she could feel his sperm pellets rolling out of her into a pile between her legs.

"The rest of the guards are going to enjoy filling you with pellets," the Saranac said, bringing Hitomi back to reality. No matter how enjoyable the intercourse was, it was clear, Hitomi was nothing more than a prisoner to be raped. She knew she had to escape soon, or she would find herself being raped by a barracks of guards....

Carpe Diem

"Please," Hitomi pleaded, playing a hunch. "Turn me over." She knew the creature would not be satiated with one orgasm and now his thinking was probably as straight as his penis. "I want you," Hitomi said in a low seductive, if not slutty, voice, "I want your bend in my ass."

With the Saranac's penis protruding from his abdomen it would be impossible for him to bugger the Spacegirl in her current position, strapped to the bed. If he was smart, the Saranac could bound her feet to her hands, in the same jackknife position as the night before. From that position, his cock would easily slide into the Spacegirl's anus and she would not be as likely to escape. Hitomi was hoping it would be something the Saranac wouldn't think of. The creature was crazy with the thought of making love to H itomi's puckered rear entrance and quickly unstrapped her ankles. She could have easily kicked the Saranac senseless when he released her legs, but Hitomi would have still had her wrists bound. Instead, she quickly twisted her flexible body so her ankles were near the straps.

Without thinking, and pleased that Hitomi was being so helpful, the Saranac re-strapped her feet to the opposite sides of the bed. Just when it seemed her plan was flawless, the Saranac tried to slide his penis into her contorted ass. Fortunately, Hitomi's twisted position made it so the Saranac could not penetrate her round and inviting ass. Sense know the Saranac would have to release her hands to strap them to the other side of the bed, Hitomi started to rock her pelvis. "Please, I want you," the Spacegirl beg and like a Looken Whore in heat, continue to rock her hips wantonly.

Hitomi's display of unabashed desire had the Saranac's head spinning and his penis erect with dizzy desire. In the darkness the Spacegirl could see the excitement glowing in the creature's eyes, as he crawled to unstrapped Hitomi's right wrist. Holding her wrist with his hand of a large thumb and three small fingers he attempted to force her arm to the other side of the bed.

Just as her hands came together on the left sided of the bed, Hitomi changed directions. She swung her right hand and slapped the back of her hand between the Saranac's excited eyes. The blow stunned the long tongued creature, knocking him off the bed and onto the floor. He blinked his eyes closed and Hitomi could no longer see him, but it did not matter. While the creature collected his wits, the Spacegirl freed her left wrist. Twisting with gymnast quickness and flexibility, the Explorer agent unstrapped her right ankle. Just at that moment the Saranac grabbed at her left leg. Finally, a moment had come where Hitomi could use her brute force. The Spacegirl pivoted on her left leg and swung her right leg around. She gave the Saranac a round-house kick to the forehead, just above his left eye.

Part of her heel had caught his edge of his helmet and the dark shield the Saranac used to protect his eyes during daylight. Her heel would have a large contusion, but she was so stoked with adrenaline she didn't feel any pain. Had she not caught part of the Saranac's helmet; he would have been out cold. Instead, he was fumbling on the ground. Hitomi could hear him, but couldn't see in the dark. She heard him grasping at his food pouch, strapped over his shoulder. The Spacegirl knew he was grabbing for corples to throw at her, or possibly a weapon.

She ran for the door, when she found the handle she reached to the side and flipped on the lights. The brightness hurt her some, but not as much as the nocturnal Saranac. The creature had drawn a laser of some sort, but as he reached for his visor, he dropped the weapon. Immediately after he pulled to visor down and was protected from the overhead light he looked for his laser, but it was too late.

Hitomi snapped a scissor kick to the side of the creature's head. She hit all helmet, but the force of the blow knocked Saranac over. He toppled onto the bed, and Hitomi was quickly on top of him, removing his voice box so he could not alert any other guards. The Spacegirl tossed the voice box aside and leaped back to the floor. She grabbed the Saranac's laser and held it on him. Through the dark visor of his helmet, she could see fear in his eyes.

"I will not kill you if you listen to me," Hitomi said and the long tongued creature nodded. His snake-like tongue slipped back into the creatures throat. Despite the quick skirmish the Saranac maintained an erection. His whole body slumped in defeat, but his curved penis stood defiant.

"Lay on the bed," she ordered and he complied. Hitomi quickly strapped the Saranac to the bed. When she was finished she noticed his erection was still begging for attention. The Spacegirl went to the desk in the corner and put on her hip pack, then grabbed a vibrator. She strapped the vibrator to his cock and turned on the switch. His eyes glowed through his shield.

"Sorry I have to leave you like this," Hitomi said smiling. "But the vibrator should keep you entertained." Without his voice box the Saranac could not speak, but he nodded and Hitomi saw some drool forming at the corner of his throat and his tongue flickered.

Grabbing the door handle Hitomi switched off the light and stepped into the hall. The halls were dark, but this time Hitomi could take out a mirrored rouge case with a small flashlight in it. She had the Official Government Prince to release.

Releasing the Prince

Hitomi quietly walked down the hall. She didn't have much time. Without his voice box the Saranac would not be able to call the other guards, but he didn't have to; it was only a matter of time before they came to the slave confinement room to have sex with the tied up slave girl. Of course, when they got there they would find a Saranac with a vibrator tied to his cock, and probably covered with sperm pellets. From then, they would be an all out search for her.

When she passed Dune's room, Hitomi could hear the large slave trader moan much the same way she had the night before. "Harder Tasha, kiss me Simpa," came Dune's voice on the other side of the door. The two slave girls she had been with earlier must have been assigned to Dunes pleasure. As the Spacegirl paused at Dune's door, she could smell an odd odor; a sensual, pungent odor. At first Hitomi wasn't sure what it was, then she realized it was coming from her own crotch. It was a mixture of Saranac sperm pellets and her own juices.

When the Explorer Agent got to the fork in the hallway she started to the left, to see if it was the exit. After about 10 meters, she heard a door open and the sound of boots. Quickly she ducked through a door. The room was empty, but for boxes stacked against the wall. Hitomi peaked out the door and watched a unit of Draamian soldiers stroll by. It was clear the halls wouldn't be as empty as they had been the night before. The troops were probably preparing for an attack on the Explorer Station.

Perhaps Prince had been broken, Hitomi thought. Even if he had survived another day, he would talk tomorrow, so the soldiers were getting ready to use any information to be revealed by the Official Government Prince.

After the unit had moved through, Hitomi stepped out into the hall. "What are you doing," came a voice and Hitomi turned to where the soldiers had made their entrance. There stood a soldier, probably the pilot just arriving after securing his ship.

"Oh good, I need your help to move the cases," Hitomi improvised and stepped back into the storage room.

"What?" the puzzled soldier asked. "You're not suppose to be out of the slave barracks." Without thinking, the soldier followed Hitomi into the storage room.

"I need that case up there," the Spacegirl said, pointing to the highest case.

"That's flash powder, you shouldn't have access to that," the solder said looking to the top case. He wouldn't have more to say. Hitomi had removed dental floss from her hip pack. It was made with tungsten and when the Spacegirl pulled it tight around his neck; it was only a few moments before he laid dead.

Hitomi took the helmet off the soldier and began to undress the hairless Draamian. She then began to put on his uniform. It would make a good disguise. It felt good to be wearing cloths again, she thought as she zipped the front. The Spacegirl grabbed the nude corpse and dragged it behind some of the boxes. Hitomi noticed that the Draamian soldier's penis was covered with K-9 punctures. 'I guess sex with dogs has its drawbacks,' she thought.

In the corner she found a ladder and got the flash powder down. It would come in handy. She slide it next to the door. Using the butt of her commandeered laser, she hammered in one of her eyeliner pencils. Hitomi put on the soldier's helmet and pushed the case out into the hall. Hopefully during her escape, she would get this far.

Just as she had taken two steps toward the torture rooms, she heard the door open. Hitomi froze. Another soldier approached her. He was leading seven dogs. The soldier stopped when he was next to Hitomi. She bent down and petted one of the dogs. She knew she would have to avoid speaking. Acting like a true Draamian soldier she reached around to the dog's hind quarters and inserted her finger into the bitches vagina. When she began to finger fuck the dog, she felt a boot pushed her back against the corridor wall.

"You pig," the soldier shouted. "You can wait until the general has had sex with these dogs." Hitomi had expected such a response, but still felt the urge to floss this soldier's neck, like his comrade. Once the dogs and the soldier was ahead of her, she headed to the torture room. When she got to the key pad, she punched in '6969' and went to the third torture room. Looking in the window she saw the Official Government Prince. His penis still erect and his testicles bigger than before. He must not have talked or he would have been dead. Now she had to figure out a way into the room.

The Spacegirl unzipped her uniform and reached into her hip pack. There was another eyebrow pencil in it and she took it out. Hopefully her need for cosmetics were over....she wedged the pencil against the keypad lock. Over the top she set her helmet, to muffle the sound.

Using her beta blocking she focused on heat and made the pencil explode. The helmet popped up into her hands, the interior of the helmet was only slightly damaged. The door easily swung open. Since the Draamian Fortress was patrolled outside by guards, there wasn't an alarm system on the torture chambers. The fact that the Draamian Soldiers would have fresh dogs would give Hitomi a small advantage.

She pushed the sound-proof door closed and stepped in. The Prince was delirious and began screaming when he realized someone was in the room.

"No," he shouted. "No more."

"Shhh," Hitomi whispered. "I'm an Explorer Spacegirl, agent LRIG-st8." The Prince was apprehensive, but seemed to have lost all resistance. Even if this was another torture trick he didn't care, he was ready to talk. He would do anything for release. Hitomi began to unbuckle his wrists.

"No," he whispered.

"What's wrong with you Prince," Hitomi hissed. "We got to get you out of here."

"I can't wait a moment more," the prisoner said, nodding at his mid-section. "Either kill me or get me off."

The Spacegirl release his wrist and tried unstrapped the harness that his loins were strapped down with. She was fumbling, and only seemed to be torturing the Prince more, so she removed the soldier gloves. Hitomi felt the pungent scent of the Prince's crotch penetrate her olfactory senses. The smell was similar to the one emanating from her loins. Her's from too much sex, and his from not enough. The Princes balls expanded even more when the Spacegirl unhooked the buckle.

"All in the name of espionage," Hitomi said and placed her tongue under the Prince's testicles. She licked a trail to the head of the man's restrained excitement.

"AAAAggggh!!!!!" screamed the Prince when Hitomi's tongue touched his cockhead. The Spacegirl began to slide her tongue back down his penis shaft, but when she slide it the back she could feel his orgasm explode. Hitomi looked up at the tip and saw a gush of sperm discharge out of his cock. The first spasm shot cum to the man's forehead. The Explorer Agent began to flick her tongue just under the tip of the detonating penis.

"Yes, yes....yes," the Prince sobbed.

The Spacegirl looked up and saw a dollop drip off the side of the Prince's nose, sliding right into the tears that were flowing from his eyes. Hitomi certainly was no virgin, but this was probably the most appreciated fellatio she had ever performed. For five minutes the Prince body quivered and his penis pumped out semen. Most of the sperm collected on the man's hairy stomach. It reminded Hitomi of the sperm pellets that had been pumped into her belly half an hour before. The pellets were still rolling out of her vagina.

The Spacegirl got up from the table and started to look for a towel.

"Please, don't stop," the Prince said, his voice was nasally from crying. "Please more." Hitomi used her arm and the sleeve of the uniform to wipe off the tip of the Prince's penis and began to bobbed her head up and down on the trembling cock. The heat of her mouth brought the man off again and his hot sperm washed down the tasted of the corple that had been harboring in the back of her throat. The second orgasm was much smaller than the first.

"Another," Prince begged, when Hitomi removed her mouth. The Spacegirl slapped his stomach, splattering sperm over both of them.

"No, we need to get going," she said and began to unstrap his feet.

The Official Government Prince was as derogate as a man of his position would ever be. He continued to beg for more after his legs were free. Hitomi grabbed the man by his ears and held him eye to eye.

"We are in a shitload of trouble," she said. "We need to get you out of here." With that, she dropped his head on the bed. She left his hands bound to think for a second and found some rags. Hitomi took the uniform off after she wiped the sperm off it. The Princes eye's got as big as his balls had been when he saw the nude Hitomi.

"Don't get excited," Hitomi barked. "When I unstrap you, you will put on that uniform."

The Spacegirl and Prince had a staring contest, until he finally said, "Okay, let me loose."

While she unstrapped him, Hitomi explained how to get to Cooch's cave and the Z-Kamel.

"Understand?" she asked when she was finished.

"Yes, but how were you planning on getting out of here?" asked the man, who for the first time in 30 days was losing his erection. Hitomi explained to the Prince where the room was she had heard a Draamian making love to a dog.

"I want you to walk down to his door. When you hear the flash pot explode start screaming that the slave girl and the Prince have escaped," Hitomi told the Prince. "Everyone will start running after you and you do the same.

"No one will think you are still here in this uniform. Just go with the crowd, as they chase after me. And whatever you do, don't stop running."

"What if they catch you," the Prince asked.

"They won't," Hitomi replied. "And if they do, it will just be one more diversion to aid in your escape." The Prince had sadness in his eyes and the Spacegirl knew why. "Look it was just a blowjob. AND if you every want another, you better get your ass back to Explorer Command," Hitomi said, more forceful than she would like. "If you don't escape, nether of our lives are worth anything. I have a better chance if you get away."

The Prince did not respond, but Hitomi knew she had convinced him to do as he was told.

'If only I could get more men to react like this after fellatio,' the Spacegirl thought to herself.

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