Shokushu High School

Going With The Flow

The plan worked almost as expected. The 'almost' aspect of the plan meant the Spacegirl was now a prisoner. Hitomi had led the guards after her, The Official Government Prince had lost himself in the crowd of guards, but foolishly hesitated in the city square.

Hitomi was almost free. She had hid in an empty vendor stall. One where she could watch the guards searching for her, but when she saw the Prince had not continued to run, as she had instructed him to; she knew she would have to leave her hiding place. She appeared just in time; the guards were all looking at the Prince. Fortunately her appearance caused them to lose interest in the Prince, and he was smart enough to run onto Cooch's cave and the getaway vehicle hid there.

Had there not been so many guards, maybe Hitomi might have escaped. She had overpowered 20 guards, but eventually her strength wore down. Then one of the guards pulled a stun laser on her and froze her body. Though coherent, the stun gun zapped her ability to move. The guards dragged her to the dungeon of Marcado. Marcado, a wolfhound alien, was revered for his ability to torture as much as his sexual prowess. Often applying both to a prisoner, regardless of the prisoner's gender.

The Draamian guard turned over captured prisoners to Marcado, for him to use for his own device. The only requirement that he never release a prisoner alive. It was not often he received a prisoner as beautiful and shape as Hitomi; something he was planning to exploit to the fullest.

Though she could not move her body, the Spacegirl was fully aware of what happened after being hit by the stun gun. She was dragged through the dank, smelly prison that Marcado stored his prisoners in. They were used for various experiments by Draamian scientists.

It was as she was being drugged through the mildew laden hall that her will to survive became the strongest it had ever been. From one of the cells she heard a voice call, "Hitomi Mira."

A voice that had been a companion to her since she was in the womb. The voice, though not heard in nearly 10 years, was familiar as her own mother's. It was her mother's. Hitomi knew that not even death would stop her, now that she had found her mother and hopefully her father. When the Spacegirl herd her mother's voice all she could do was lift her head.

Hitomi was taken to the room at the end of the cells. The room was empty, but for a table that had several phalluses on it and several spools of rope and twine. There were no windows to the room, but in the wall next to the table was a large mirror. Since this was a torture room, Hitomi suspect it was a two way mirror.

She was blindfolded and gagged. Her captors laid her on the heavy table and secured her legs to the legs of the table with thick rope. More thick rope was slipped under her arms. The guards had placed Hitomi's arms to her sides and wrap twine around her upper torso 30 to 40 times. The twine cut into her skin.

Using a series of pulleys and the ropes under her arms (that were now secured with twine) the guards lifted the top part of Hitomi's body. Though her feet were secured to the table, her weight was supported with the rope under her arms. The space girl heard a pulley above her head turn and felt it pull her shoulders forward, bending her over the table.

Hitomi's legs were separated so that her intimate orchid was exposed and the cheeks of her round behind parted, exposing her anus. The balls of her feet touched the ground, but held none of her weight.

After her body was secured in the bonds, the guards left Hitomi alone. She could feel the room temperature change. It was getting warmer and warmer and there was steam, like in a sauna, beginning to fill the room. She wasn't sure if the temperature was changing so much or if she was just noticing the heat more because she could feel more sensations.

As the feeling returned to her muscles, Hitomi strained against her bondage. It was no use, she had been tied well. Her struggles only seemed to tighten her restraints. When she flexed her shoulders, the roughness of the twine rubbed against her aureoles causing her nipples to become erect. The room seemed at least 40 degrees centigrade.

Her skin and muscles felt itchy, as though small needles were pricking her. Hitomi realized it must be a response from the stun gun. Soon she was feeling a quivering sensation from her shapely buttock. As more feeling returned to her, the Spacegirl surmised a vibrating butt-plug was in her haunches.

The quivering in her behind was not painful and as Hitomi gained more feeling in her lower torso, she found the vibrator to be enjoyable.

When the Spacegirl had all her feeling back, a door opened and Hitomi could tell someone had entered the room. It was Marcado. He would be a potent tormentor.

Hitomi was unsure if the Draamians had concluded she was an Explorer Agent, but she was sure they had no use or respect for her life.....or her death. That as fortunate for Hitomi. If they had wanted her dead, she would be dead.

The Spacegirl was lucky she wasn't consider the time it would take vaporize her at the recycling station. She was as lucky as a girl could get...a girl who was tied to a table in a 40 degree room with twine wrapped around her arms, her mouth gagged and blindfolded.

Marcado said nothing. Hitomi could sense he was walking around her, sizing her up.

Marcado examined the bonds. He had arms much like a human and he stood erect, on two legs, but the rest of Marcado looked like a dog. An Irish Setter to be exact. He had longish red fur and a long pointed nose, where his pink tongue hung from.

Hitomi had no clue of who was in the room, or what he looked like, but when Marcado tugged at the twine around her shoulders, the Explorer Agent felt the wolfhound's fur graze against her.

The Spacegirl was sweating from every pore on her body. A stream of sweat trickled down her back and formed a pool on the small of her back. When Marcado walked behind her, he lapped up the moisture from her back.

Hitomi's body tingled with pleasure from the vibrator humming in her rectum and Marcado's coarse tongue against her spine.

Marcado walked over to the wall, near the mirror. Hitomi couldn't tell what he was doing, but she heard a metallic squeak. The wolfhound returned to a position behind the bound Spacegirl.

Hitomi instantly knew what the squeak had been when Marcado inserted a nozzle into her orchid. He released a lever and a thick, oily liquid flowed into her vagina. The liquid was some type of cleaning lubricate and it was even warmer than the room temperature, though not hot enough to burn Hitomi.

The liquid streamed into to Hitomi's vulva and flowed out of her, down her leg to the floor. The lubrication of the fluid loosened the bonds on her legs, but with her body supported by the ropes under her arms she was still helpless.

The stream of liquid running in and out of Hitomi and the vibrating buttplug caused her to wither. Her trembling only pulled the twine around her arms to pull tighter. The Spacegirl's mind was spinning from the pleasure and heat of the room.

It seemed that Marcado had no intentions of hurting her, the pain she suffered was from her own movements. The wolfhound was skillful and exacting in his actions.

Marcado slide the nozzle in and out of Hitomi's intimate flower and soon the Spacegirl felt the bloom of a small orgasm fluttering between her legs. Hitomi tried as hard as she could to suppress the tyranny of pleasure the orgasm create. Her movements only tightened her bonds; the less she moved the less restraint she would endure.

The wolfhound pull the plug out of Hitomi's rectum and replaced it with the nozzle of flowing liquid. The thick liquid served as a cleansing agent. Hitomi missed the pleasing vibrating of the plug, but was glad to be free from the sexual tension it created.

Unlike when the nozzle was inserted in her vagina, the liquid did not slide out of her rectum. Instead, it filled her bowels. Marcado turned the nozzle after a minute, then removed the hose from Hitomi's rectum.

The Spacegirl tried to hold the warm liquid in, but after a few moments she felt Marcado's tongue trace a line along her spine, making her shiver and release the contents of her rectum.

The tormentor repeated the process several times, completely cleaning Hitomi's anal passage. After pulling the nozzle out of the Spacegirl the last time, Marcado sprayed off Hitomi's legs.

She sensed that her captor had walked away, to return the hose and nozzle to the wall. She heard the metallic squeak again and figured he had turned the hose off.

When he returned she heard pulleys turning above her, but the tension of her bonds did not change. Instead, she felt several strands of twine loosely graze against her, tickling her flesh. Then she felt the fur of Marcado rub against her and with his hands he ran a strand of twine between her legs. The twine slide between her legs and parted her labia.

Marcado snugged the string between Hitomi's legs and against the pulley, then tied the two ends together. The wolfhound ran another strand of twine between and tied the two ends. Each of the two loops of strings ran around different pulleys. The pulleys were about shoulder-width apart, above Hitomi. Their distance apart -- above her head -- caused the lips of her vulva to separate between her legs.

Marcado reached up and pulled down on the right loop, pulling the string across Hitomi's anus, clitoris and the opening of her vagina. As the string chaffed against her, Hitomi realized the strand of twine had knots tied into it every 25 centimeters. Each time a knot passed across her clit she wanted to squeal in delight, but was suppressed by the gag in her mouth.

As Marcado pulled down on the right loop he reached up, grabbing the left loop. The wolfhound pulled down on the left loop forcing it against his prisoner's loins. Each time Marcado pulled on a loop he reached for the next, keeping the strands of twine rubbing against Hitomi's inflamed vulva. Each strand, with a series of knots, pushing Hitomi to delirium.

The Spacegirl quickly realized to move against the restraints only caused pain to mix with her pleasure, so she completely relaxed. Allowing her body to drape against the ropes supporting her arms.

Hitomi was coated in a thick layer of perspiration as the friction of the twine against her loins caused her to perspire as though she was running on a treadmill in the humid room. The string made her pussy to burn with desire, forcing an orgasm to quake between her legs.

Hitomi lost her struggle to remain still and the twine around her arms cut into her flesh, leaving welts. With her mouth sealed by the gag, Hitomi labored to breath through her nose. Phlegm hung out of her nose. Marcado wiped her nose with a cloth, as the Spacegirl shivered in orgasmic delight.

She hated this man who held her parents captive meters away, yet he had tease her body to an agonizing orgasm. The strings that separated the folds of her labia were tight against their pulleys. Marcado continued his torment by plucking at the strings like he was playing a harp. Each pluck, vibrating against Hitomi's clitoris.

Marcado was playing a symphony of twisted pleasure on the strings, creating a crescendo-like orgasm busting between Hitomi's legs. Just as vaginal juices flowed between her legs, the Spacegirl felt tears flowing from her eyes.

Marcado's tongue

Marcado didn't know he had one of Explorer's top agents quivering with orgasmic delight before him. Nor did he know she wouldn't hesitate to kill him so she could free her mother, another prisoner 100 meters away.

He did know his new prisoner was hotter than the sun that the planet Looken revolved around. Her excitement, her delicate orchid that was in full bloom before him, had his penis extracting from its hairy sheath.

Hitomi had collapsed against her bonds. In the last 24 hours she had helped the Government Official Prince escape, ran five kilometers trying to escape herself, fought off 20 Draamian guards, been paralyzed by a stun gun and now been subjected to sever of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced. Her entire body begged for sleep, but it didn't appear slumber was near.

The Spacegirl felt shackles being placed around her wrists and the fur of Marcado as he placed them on her. She was delirious, yet wondered why the need for extra restraints. With her legs tied to a table and her arms strapped to her body with several meters of twine, escaping was unlikely.

Hitomi felt the chains that connected the two handcuffs fall against her hips and heard the creaking of a pulley over her head. The temperature of the room seemed hotter than when Marcado first started his session with the Explorer Agent and the steam continued to make it hard for Hitomi to breath.

Her blindfold prevented her from seeing her captor, but she felt his breath, even above the humidity of the room. She also felt his long dog-tongue lick her nipples. Sucking the drips of sweat that formed at the tip of each stiffen nipple.

Spacegirl felt the wolfhounds hand grope at her hairless public area. At first she thought he was going to insert a finger into her delicate folds, but realized he was grabbing for the chain that connected the shackles. By the sound and the pull of the chain, Hitomi deducted that Marcado was hooking her shackles to something.

Hitomi's was still limp, supported by the ropes under her arms, this despite the fact her captor had stopped titillating her body and the havoc from her orgasms was subsiding. The adrenaline had masked the pain from the twine wrapped around her arms.

The Spacegirl heard a cable move around the pulley over her head and then she felt the cable pull at the shackles chain. A piece of cool metal slipped between her shoulder and the twine. The metal pulled away from her flesh, pulling the twine even tighter, then her bonds released.

The metal had been a knife, cutting away the twine, leaving clearly visible welts where it had been. When the twine was cut away from her shoulders, Hitomi's arms were pulled toward the pulleys above. Once her arms were stretched forward, above her head, the Spacegirl could hear Marcado placing a brake on the cable that had pulled her arms up.

The wolfhound's hands, with his large round finger tips, kneaded Hitomi's breasts. She could feel his fingers slipping across the crevices in her flesh, caused by the twine. Hitomi then felt her captor's mouth gnawing at her breast, his K-9 nibbling at her nipples. She responded by flinching and was glad that she no longer had the twine digging into her flesh with each movement.

With Hitomi's movement, Marcado stepped back. His prisoner's breasts were desirable, but with his penis expanding out of its sheath; he was more interested in the tender folds of the girls backside. Hitomi's head was spinning. With the heat, the humidity and all her perspiring she was becoming dehydrated. Hitomi's back was completely coated her sweat.

Marcado lapped up a line of moisture off the girl with his long, strong tongue. Hitomi reacted with a shiver. The wolfhound continue to lap up the moisture off the back of his prisoner. The Spacegirl quivered with each sensual lick. Marcado varied his licks between short laps and long licks along Hitomi's spine. The fine curves of her back had the wolfhound panting and drooling. The hot breath of Hitomi's captor could be felt about the steam of the room.

When Hitomi began to moan against the gag in her mouth, Marcado stopped his licking of her. He unbuckle the fastener that held the round ball in her mouth, then returned to licking Hitomi's back.

The Spacegirl spit out the ball and began to scream in delight.

Marcado's devilish tongue worked Hitomi's back over; taunting and teasing the girl into mindless moaning. The Spacegirl began to beg for mercy as her captor's tongue worked closer and closer to her hindquarters.

The wolfhound was able to hold back as much as he was giving Hitomi, making her moan for him to stop teasing and tongue her loins. Several times Marcado led his tongue to Hitomi's labia, only to continue on to her innerthighs. Just when he was only millimeters from sliding his tongue over the opening of her intimate flower, Marcado changed directions. His tongue slide along the crevices of her puckered anus, swirling in rhythm to Hitomi's sighs.

Marcado slide the tip of his tongue back and into Hitomi's vagina, keeping the base of his tongue and pressure on the Spacegirl's anus. With a long quick lick of his tongue, he moved passionate line from the entrance of her vulva to where the cleavage of her ass began at the small of her back. Hitomi was too far past resistance and screamed with desire.

There was no tomorrow. She no longer felt captive by the shackles around her wrists. She was a prisoner of desire and she wanted her vulva around this man that she hated. She would find a way to kill him, but now she could not resist the urge of being ravished by him.

She heard her voice plea for his sex in her, though she knew the words, in her excitement, made no sense.

Marcado's tongue continue to lick at the folds of Hitomi's blossom. He dove his tongue into the Spacegirl's vagina, dragging against the folds of her labia and etching pleasure on her clitoris.

Hitomi could contort her upper body, now that the strands of twine had been removed, but all her upper gyrating was useless in moving against Marcado's probing tongue, because her hips were bound to the heavy table.

Hitomi continued to beg for mercy, but the wolfhounds tongue pushed the Spacegirl past clemency to the screams of orgasms. As the Explorer agent came, pulling hard at her shackles, Marcado moved his tongue to the pleats of the girls anus. He made love to her tight ring with his tongue as she pulled against her bonds.

The Request

When all that could be heard was the labors of Hitomi's breath, the wolfhound pulled his tongue from the wrinkles of the Spacegirl's sphincter and licked a trail to her neck.

Hitomi held onto the chains that were attached to the cuffs around her wrists. There wasn't enough slack in the chains to try any escape, but by holding the chains she could prevent the metal cuffs from cutting into her wrists. Marcado had moved closer to and began to lick Hitomi. Just as the Spacegirl relaxed and enjoyed Marcado's sensual tongue....

"Crack," came the sound of a bundle of sticks slapping against Hitomi's round bottom.

The sound of the think sticks hitting Hitomi's haunches was loud and made the sharp blow seem more painful. It caused the Spacegirl wince and wake up to the reality that she was held captive. The blow caused her to suck in a quick breath of the humid air.

Like a commuter who has already missed the train, Hitomi longed to hit the snooze button on her alarm and return to the bliss of Marcado's tongue, but.... "crack!" came the sticks against her thighs.

The second blow caused Hitomi to realize it was more noise than pain. Marcado was merely exhibiting his power over his prisoner. Hitomi twisted her shoulders against her bonds, but her hips were restrained and she could not avoid a third blow glancing against her pink orchid.

Hitomi could sense Marcado's arm and the sticks raise to strike her, but fourth blow did not come. Instead, Marcado's tongue traced the red lines left by the bundled sticks. Thinking first it was another slap from the sticks, Hitomi yelped at the touch of her captor's tongue. She sucked more humid air into her lungs and more than ever she was perspiring.

"Who was that woman," Marcado asked and then his tongue slide along the grove between Hitomi's ass.

It was the first words the Spacegirl had heard from Marcado, but the fact that he might have known it was her mother who had called to Hitomi was so startling.

"Crack," came the sticks against her thighs, this time much harder.

"I asked you who that woman was that called you," Marcado spit out and then swung the sticks against Hitomi again. The dog-like creature stood grinning at his captive.

"I don't know," Hitomi answered this time, only to be slapped harder. The slap of the sticks came across Hitomi's loins. The sharp pain of the sticks was quickly followed by the soothing caresses of Marcado's tongue.

"Tell me who that woman is to you," Marcado said, stopping his tongue from pleasing Hitomi and then slapped her with the sticks.

"I don't know her," Hitomi lied.

Marcado moved. He was not planning to slap Hitomi's loins. His body leaned against Hitomi. She could feel the hair pressing against her back. The wolfhound's tongue curled around the top of the Spacegirl's ear.

"Then you won't mind using the sticks on her," Marcado said and at the same instance, plunged her penis into Hitomi's orchid. Then he swatted her right thigh with the bundle, just to remind her about what he was talking about.

"No," Hitomi said and tears slipped from her eyes. It was a vague no: 'no she wouldn't mind,' or 'no she wouldn't.' Marcado didn't seem to be concern about nuances and plunged his penis into Hitomi. The Spacegirl could feel the hairy sheath that covered his penis bump against the folds of her labia. The fur on Marcado's belly matted against Hitomi's back. With the wolfhound's fur wrapped around her back -- plus the heat and humidity of the room -- Hitomi felt as though she was mating in a rain forest.

Marcado's tongue hung over the left K-9 in his mouth and as he panted, drool oozed onto the Spacegirl's back. The tormentor began to lick Hitomi's neck and ears, then he wrapped his muzzle around her neck. He held her tenderly as though her neck was a wounded quail. The heat of his breath around her neck, was like the heat of the room -- steamy and sensual.

Not only was Hitomi being taken doggie style as far as position, but Marcado copulated with the convulsions of a dog mating a bitch in heat. Just as one would expect from a dog, Hitomi could feel a ball expand at the base of the wolfhounds penis. The wolfhound's 'knot' was locking Hitomi to her captor. It looked like she would be with Marcado for a while.

The Spacegirl's mind began to lose contact with the significance of the situation. Marcado's knot was filling her like no other man had. The tip of his penis pounded farther and farther up Hitomi's vagina. The wolfhounds muzzle around her neck was warm and sensual and though Hitomi was trapped; she found herself enjoying the experience.

The Spacegirl felt something glance off her right foot and when she felt the egg-shaped finger tip of Marcado's right index finger on her clitoris, she realized he had dropped the bundle of sticks.

The wolfhound moved his mouth up on Hitomi's head, biting a little harder he turned her head to the left. Marcado slide his index finger into the Explorer agent's mouth, nearly filling it. His oval finger tip was about the size of a robin's egg and roamed against the lining of Hitomi's cheeks.

Hitomi might have been able to bite off the finger, out of spite, but she was in a dreamy pre-orgasmic territory and was not thinking of spite. Marcado's finger tips -- in her mouth and on her clit -- were pushing buttons Hitomi never knew existed. Her hands were coated in sweat and trembling. She could no longer hold the chains of her shackles. When her orgasm started to rattle between her legs her fingers slipped from the chains. Had she not been bonded to the legs of the table, Hitomi would had collapsed. Her body, held up by the shackles bowed toward the table beneath her.

Marcado moved his fingers from Hitomi's orifices and placed his hands on her hips. He lunged into her three more times, slowly. Hitomi could tell by his stiffness, then quivering hips, Marcado was releasing in her vagina. He was held snug in her womb with his expanded knot.

Marcado quickly regain his composure, but was locked to Hitomi. He leaned back to take the pressure from her back and the handcuffs that were digging into the Spacegirl's wrists. He help lift her up when he wrapped his hands around her breasts, kneading Hitomi's nipples with his oval fingertips.

Blind to everything, with her eyes covered by a blindfold, Hitomi again felt thecaresses of Marcado's tongue on her back. His tongue lapped the sweat off her back like she was made of chocolate mousse. All through this tenderness Hitomi could feel Marcado's orgasm pumping sperm into her loins.

Hot Sauce

Hitomi didn't know how long she had stayed locked with Marcado in their bestial bond; soon after he began coming inside her, she -- out of exhaustion -- fell asleep. When she woke she was still tied to the table, but her hands and arms were not pulled overhead to the pulleys above.

Someone had released her wrists shackles from the cable and she woke laying on the table. She could only guess how long she had been unconscious. The room was still hot and sticky. The Spacegirl could tell from the lack of water and the heat that she was severely dehydrated. She was able to grab the blindfold she wore and remove it. Before her, on the table was a pitcher of water in a metal container, with a metal glass and a bowl of rice.

Hitomi poured a glass of water and without releasing the pitcher, drank the water, then filled another glassful. She wondered if there might be a drug in the water, but she knew that if she didn't drink, then eat, she might as well be dead. She would have liked to use some water to bath with, but her hydration was more important. The rice had to be eaten with her fingers.

The insides of her thighs were caked with sperm, Marcado's sperm, and her own juices.

The simple rice was a feast, after not eating for more than a day. She was ravenous and devoured the food. After a couple bowls of rice and most of the water, some of Hitomi's dizziness dissipated. Not know if this would be the last food she would receive for a while, she consumed as much of the rice as she could and drank all the water.

Once the food was consumed, Hitomi had a moment of celebration. Though she was strapped to a table and just been sexually compromised several times by prison curator, it dawned on her that she now knew, positively, her mother was alive. She had no plan for escape, and wondered if it was even possible, but she now had a goal -- to free her mother and father. If she could eliminate Marcado in the process, it would be a bonus. Unfortunately, not only was this not going to be easy, but it was probably the Spacegirl would have to submit to the sexual demands of her captor again.

Now that she had drank some water and eaten some rice she felt her body coming back to life.

"How was the rice, slavegirl," came a voice that startled Hitomi. Marcado had quietly entered the room. With him was another container, filled with water that he replaced the empty one on the table with.

"Go ahead, drink it. After the activities of last night, I'm sure you need some fluids," Marcado said and let out a small snort. "Especially with all the fluids you expelled from between your legs."

As he said the last sentence, Marcado placed the oval finger tip of his right index finger on the top cleft of Hitomi's haunches and slide the finger down to her intimate folds. The ropes had loosened a bit -- from the night before -- and the Spacegirl could wiggle her hips some.

One of the most unfortunate aspects of Hitomi's predicament, in spite of herself, was she found Marcado's touch very enjoyable. The man who held her parents prisoner in a dingy, dank cell, could make Hitomi's knees tremble by sliding his finger over her private orifices.

"I hope you still remember our deal," Marcado said

"What deal?" Hitomi responded, but she had not forgotten.

"Surely you remember, the prisoner who you said you don't know? you are going to help me.....discipline her," the wolfhound said, walking in front of Hitomi. It was the first time she had gotten a good look at her captor. She had felt his fur pressing against her as the copulated. And when they were knotted together, with the ball of his cock lodged in her; his dog legs had wrapped around her legs, as he pumped is sperming cock deeper into her vulva.

Still, the sight of this man, with his dog-like features was offsetting. His tongue hung out of his muzzle and saliva dripped from it.

"What's a matter, never seen a Platty lover before?" Marcado asked, aware of the fact Hitomi was surprised to see what he looked like, now that she no longer wore a blindfold. Marcado laughed and added, "We know the cat doesn't have your tongue."

Then he moved his nose closer and his tongue slithered into Hitomi's mouth. She twisted away, but was surprised to find the experience somewhat titillating. It was as though paisleys had a taste and feel and one was erupting in her mouth.

"Slavegirl, you will so learn it is easier to love me than to deal with hating me," Marcado said walking back to where he was able to slap Hitomi's behind with his bundle of sticks. He had swung the sticks with much more force than the night before, this time welts raised on the Spacegirl's buttock. Reaching into a bag on his hip, Marcado pulled out a tube of some kind of balm and rubbed it on Hitomi's welts.

"Aaaaghhhhh!" the Spacegirl screamed. What ever was in the balm burned at her open flesh.

"It does stink a bit doesn't it," Marcado said with a laugh. It was a laugh that Hitomi wanted to shove back down his throat, if she could. She lunged at Marcado, twisting her body in an attempt to grab the wolfhound.

It was an awkward attempt and the wolfhound was ready for it. He was able to step back and out of reach.

"If you think the sauce is painful on your welts, imagine what it is like in your cunt," Marcado said in a threat that Hitomi knew he would follow up with at some point. The balm continued to burn, as if it was an acid eating away at Hitomi's skin. She was able to pour some water into a cupped hand, then rub away the balm from her welts.

"What is that," Hitomi said, displaying more anger than one would expect from someone who was restrained as the Spacegirl.

"Oh, just an ointment," Marcado answered. "I find it is a cure all for whatever bothers me....when I have a slavegirl bothering me. "You will find, as painful as the balm may be....and I can't help but emphasis how much it will burn inside your pussy...it is nothing compared to some of the things I can do to you, and will, if you do not obey me," Marcado said and Hitomi realized no matter how skillful he was as a lover, he was as mean as they come.

Marcado walked over to where the hose was and Hitomi noticed there was a sink, with a drain by the hose. He had put the balm back in his bag and was washing his hands.

"It's important for you to know, when I wake in the morning I enjoy, so will I demand, fellatio from you slavegirl," Marcado said, scrubbing his hands. "And to show you I am not all evil; I will wash my hands, just incase any balm got on my hands."

Hitomi wondered why men were so eager to place their cocks in her mouth, a place that, in one bite, could leave them an eunuch. With her hands free, Hitomi would have a chance to break from the bonds that tied her legs to the table.

The Fire Below

Walking back to Hitomi, Marcado picked up a cable that was attached to a winch under the table.

"Hold up your shackles," Marcado ordered. Obviously he was also aware of how easy it would be for the Spacegirl to untie herself, if her hands were left free. Hitomi just stared back at him. She was thinking about trying to untie the bonds around her legs.

Carefully Marcado walked behind the Spacegirl. He took out his tube of balm. As he dabbed some balm on Hitomi's welts, she reached for him, but Marcado eluded her grasp. The Spacegirl didn't scream this time. This time she was expecting the pain. Hitomi's hands stopped reaching for her captor and tried to cover the pain coming from where the balm was burning her flesh.

Now that her attention was away from Marcado he moved closer and smeared a line between Hitomi's parted ass cheeks, on her sphincter.

"OOOOOOooooooh!!" Hitomi screamed. Marcado had been right. The pain she endured when the balm was on her welts was nothing compared to what she was feeling now. Tears were streaking down her cheeks and she doubled over on the table.

With her eyes closed, Hitomi laid on the table, clutching the far corners with her hands. The pain was unbelievable and there seemed nothing she could do to stop it. Her entire body was flexed to fight off the pain and then she heard a 'click' and then she felt her shackles being pulled taunt.

Hitomi cursed herself for being so arrogant. What had she achieved in the stand off? but to suffer the unbelievable pain of the balm and to still have her shackles locked.

"The pain is intense isn't it?" Marcado asked and all Hitomi could offer back was a nod.

"Can I expect another episode like that," the wolfhound asked. Hitomi looked up, with tears on her cheeks, and shook her head 'No.' The Spacegirl realized it was foolish to try any escape with her legs strapped to the table and her captor watching. Hitomi could hear a winch start to turn and her arms were pulled over the table to the ground.

Her underarms were squeezed against the far edge of the table. Once Hitomi's body was stretched taunt across the table, Marcado turned and walked away. His tail slapped the Spacegirl in the face. In a second, she could feel the pain subsiding from her sphincter. It took another moment for her to realize why; Marcado had gotten the hose and was spraying her behind with the cleaning lube.

"Thank you," Hitomi said to her captor.

"My pleasure," Marcado said with more arrogance that Hitomi could swallow, but she bit her tongue. "I can't help but emphasize how painful the balm would be if it got in your sweet tasting pussy," he said and slid his thumb into her vulva. Hitomi had flinched, half expecting the pain of the balm to consume her. To feel the oval, probing ball of Marcado's finger was a relief and -- as his touch had been the night before -- exquisite. It was disconcerting to have this man she hated so, causing so much pain one moment, then pleasure the next.

"You can follow my orders, or I can use pain to make you submit to them," the wolfhound added.

Ultimate Hitomi knew he was right, she was in no position to subject herself to his torture. In fact, it was probably better to befriend Marcado, if she could, and look for a moment to escape. One thing was for sure, if she had half a chance she would destroy this man.

Marcado continue to hose off Hitomi's legs, after he had washed the balm off her anal entrance. It felt good being cleansed of the sticky love making from the night before. Marcado put the hose away and returned to the front of the table. "What is it going to be? pain or pleasure?" he asked, with his penis -- still in it's furry sheath -- in front of her face.

It was not a question Hitomi wanted to answer, instead she opened her mouth and reached for his penis with her tongue. Marcado laughed. "I thought you would come around," he said, grabbing his penis, then stroking Hitomi's forehead with it.

Lip Service

Marcado moved closer, keeping the sheath of his penis against Hitomi's forehead, and placing his testicles to her lips. Hitomi opened her both and sucked on the bag of hair. She could feel Marcado drawling lines of pre-cum on her forehead. Like a dog that her torment resembled, when excited Marcado's penis constantly discharged small releases of sperm.

The Spacegirl's sucking of Marcado's testicles was causing a reaction. The wolfhounds penis was expanding out of its sheath. Marcado moved his hips back so the, now exposed, tip was near Hitomi's mouth. She licked a dribble of sperm off it, quickly taking it into her mouth, then darting her tongue back to the tip. She twisted her tongue and slide the tip into the small slit of her captor's penis.

The taste was pungent. Hitomi found the taste appealing. The penis continued to expand out of the sheath and the flow of sperm increased. Hitomi placed her mouth around the head of Marcado's cock and spun her around the slit, then across it.

"Mmmmm," Marcado moaned and leaned forward, placing his hands on Hitomi's shoulders. The wolfhound was only half erect, but he began to copulate with his slave's mouth. "Yes, that is good."

Hitomi suppressed the thought sever the tip with her teeth. The act would offer sweet revenge, but she knew that she would be dead before she could swallow. Instead, she swallowed the salty sperm leaking from Marcado's penis. She slid her tongue to the bottom of her mouth so his cock could slide further into her mouth as he gyrated his hips.

His penis also had a unique, enjoyable taste and the size fit perfectly into her mouth. And from her memories last night, she knew it fit perfectly at least one other place. Hitomi had pushed her hate for Marcado out of her mind and was, in ernest, enjoying the taste of him; including her ability to give him pleasure. His excitement was evident from his moans and grunts, and the enthusiastic pumping of his pelvis. His egg-like fingertips gripped Hitomi's shoulders. The fingers were without fingernails or even claws. He didn't scratch the Spacegirl, but pressed five balls into each of Hitomi's shoulders. Even that seemed a sensual delight Marcado's cock was fully erect and stiff as titanium. His little missile was sliding in and out of Hitomi's mouth at a feverish pace. He was careful to not thrust into the Spacegirl too far. Not only did it keep from gagging her; it also allowed her tongue to play with the sensitive underside of his cock. His sperm continued to flow into Hitomi's mouth, but she could swallow the delicious juice between thrusts.

Hitomi's bondage was extremely discomforting, but it was nothing compared to how her neck felt. It was aching from twisting up to suck Marcado's penis, but dutifully she continued. What made the fellatio easier was the joy her captor was receiving from her talented tongue.

Suddenly, Marcado's body tensed and he pushed his cock far into Hitomi's mouth. His penis slipped into the back of her throat and she had to concentrate or she would have gagged. His sperm spasmed against the back of mouth and down her throat.

The Spacegirl couldn't believe the amount of sperm in this creature. He had been discharging sperm into her mouth all through her fellatio and now she could feel dollops of his cum pumping down her throat.

Marcado leaned over Hitomi, so his stomach was on top of her head. His tongue lapped up the humidity and sweat that had formed on Spacegirl's back. Soon the muzzle of Marcado's nose had once again found its way to the Spacegirl's haunches. The wolfhound lapped at her anus and the parts of her orchid that he could reach. It was evident that Marcado was grateful to his prisoner for the pleasure he had received.

As came, he was lost in orgasmic delight. If Hitomi had one of her hands free she would have had access to all that was in Marcado's bag, including the balm.

She cursed herself again; here was an opportunity that she could not take advantage of -- she definitely needed to be compliant and look for her chances. Hopefully there would be another chance.

A Taste For More

It was a long time before there was even a remote chance. Marcado was very cautious with his slave, after her first attempt to lunge at him. Every morning Hitomi was expected to pleasure the wolfhound with fellatio. Though he hinted at more, he no longer offered her any pleasure.

The one fortunate aspect of Hitomi's imprisonment was the fact she was no longer strapped to the table. Good or bad, the table was reserved for Marcado's new pleasure slaves. The first day that she was taken off the table, Hitomi had found it hard to walk. She had been strapped to the table for two or three days and she fell over when the ropes were removed from her legs.

She now wore a collar, attached to a chain. Each day she was given more freedom and more chain. Her first couple days, after being released from the table, the chain only stretched distance from the from the ground, to waist high -- Marcado's waist. This was obvious -- so Hitomi could orally please the wolfhound each morning.

That first morning a collar was placed around Hitomi's neck while she was still strapped to the table. The collar had a lock on it, attached to a chain that ran from her neck to a small hole in the ground -- 15 feet away from the table. The Spacegirl would later find out there was more chain underground. In fact, the slack was taken out of the chain, pulling her neck tight against the table.

When the shackles were taken off, Hitomi was told to place her hands behind her back. The Spacegirl knew what it meant, but with her neck pulled snug against the table, she had little choice. When her hands were placed behind her back, velcro handcuffs were wrapped around her wrists.

Once her wrists were secure behind her back, Marcado proceeded to untie her legs, then to put some slack back into the chain. Hitomi walked her body around the table and stepped away from it for the first time in 30 hours. She promptly fell to the ground, her legs unstable and weak from not using them and the uncomfortable position she had been in.

Hitomi just sat on the ground. Even with her hands bound behind her and chained to the floor, she felt relatively free. It was liberating to be off the table. She even felt grateful to Marcado for this freedom.

After a short rest, she felt the chain tug at her. She could see that it was being controlled by Marcado with a lever near the hose and spigot. The chain pulled Hitomi along the floor by her neck. Without the use of her hands, all she could do was to crawl along with her legs. The chain retracted into the hole until there was one meter left. This allowed Hitomi to sit and even kneel, but she was unable to stand.

Hitomi relaxed on the floor, feeling fortunate to be off the table. She would soon find that the table was still needed by Marcado, for other women prisoners. Women would be brought in and strapped to the table, for the sole purpose of Marcado's pleasure. Hitomi wondered if it wasn't also for her to watch and to make her jealous.

After she had relaxed some on the floor, Marcado walked over to her. She looked at him, wonder what he had planned for her.

"Kneel," Marcado ordered the Spacegirl.

Hitomi obeyed.

The wolfhound moved forward, his loins before her -- the tip of his penis already peeking out of its sheath. Marcado gently held the Spacegirl's head. The palms of his hands against the temples of her head and the fingers wrapped behind her head.

"Time for you to please me slave girl," Marcado said and shifted his loins closer to Hitomi's face.

Dutifully, Hitomi licked the tip of the wolfhound's penis. She licked the underside, lifting it until it fell off her tongue. Bending her neck she wedged her tongue underneath Marcado's expanding penis and licked again. The Spacegirl worked his cock with her talented tongue.

With each lick, she lifted his penis until it dropped. Each lick gained her more surface area to play with, as Marcado's penis extended out of its hairy sheath. His erection was near complete, about the 20th passage of Hitomi's tongue up his shaft. Once his penis was stiff enough to stand on its own, Hitomi began to slide her tongue up AND down the shaft. Not only could she tell she was pleasing Marcado by his emerging erection, but he was also holding the Spacegirl's head with more pressure.

"MMmmm," moaned the wolfhound.

When she heard Marcado's moan, Hitomi slid he tongue to the top of his erection and perched the pucker of her lips on the tip. Marcado knew Hitomi was ready to slide his penis into her mouth and the wolfhound held his breath in anticipation. Teasing her captor, the Spacegirl did not take his penis into her mouth. As always, sperm was flowing from Marcado and Hitomi savored it like some magical elixir.

Trying to edge Hitomi on, Marcado applied downward pressure to the chained girl. The Spacegirl resisted the pressure, allowing only the tip of Marcado's penis into her mouth -- giving her tongue access to his pink hardness. Hitomi swirled a circle around the tip, then slithered her tongue into the slit of Marcado's cock. When the wolfhound groaned, Hitomi paused, then repeated the swirl and flickering of his slit. She repeated her tongue dance three more times, each time pausing two beats, creating a lascivious expectation in Marcado.

The wolfhound felt as though angels were dancing on the head of his penis. As the days proceeded, he would request Hitomi to do her "angel dance."

After the fourth angel dance, Hitomi waited four beats, creating an unbearable tension in the wolfhound's hunger. Then she Marcado's entire penis into her mouth. When she slide his cock out of her mouth she held the tip again with her lips, paused, then another angel dance.

Hitomi made love to his cock, like it was her salvation (which she believed it was). She began bobbing her head up and down on Marcado phallus, pausing at the tip every so often, fluttering her tongue like the wings of a fairy.

It was not long before Marcado was reeling with pleasure. He squeezed her head with his hands, pushing down. Hitomi could no longer bob her head, but could rub the fat part of her tongue against the underside of Marcado's penis, propelling him to an orgasm.

Hitomi relished Marcado's sperm as it flowed into her mouth, swallowing only after several spasms had filled her cheeks. Like an expensive desert, the Spacegirl enjoyed every morsel.

Obviously pleased, and still holding Hitomi by the sides of her head, Marcado tipped her face up and licked her cheeks with his long tongue.

"Very nice indeed," he complimented her and stepped back, releasing his hold.

Hitomi sat back on the floor and was preparing to lay down, expecting the wolfhound to ravish her aching sex, but Marcado turned and walked away, leaving Hitomi quite bewildered. When the door closed behind Marcado, Hitomi realized she was not only expecting the wolfhound to copulate with her...but she was craving it.

Her cravings would not be answered.

Once she was released from the table, Marcado no longer copulated with her. Every morning she performed fellatio on her captor, receiving may kudos from the satiated wolfhound, but their contact ended when Marcado's sperm gushed down Hitomi's throat.

Needless to say, Hitomi was very frustrated, Marcado used her for fellatio in the morning and in the evening there was often another prisoner tied to the table -- four meters away -- with whom the wolfhound was enjoying intercourse.

Since she spent most of the days with her hands tied behind her back -- with no access the yearning between her legs -- Hitomi's sexual frustration was getting explosive. She was starting to understand the torture the Official Government Prince had endured.

The Show

After the first couple days of being chained to the floor, Hitomi started receiving freedoms. The first was her leash was expended. Instead of a meter long, more slack was extended out of the floor. After her first week, she could stand.

There were several other factors that, like being chained to the floor, kept the Spacegirl aware she a prisoner. Two elements were embarrassing. She was not allowed to use a toilet, instead there was a 15 centimeter pipe for eliminating waste protruding from the floor. Sitting on the pipe wasn't so difficult, especially when she was given more slack in her chain, but the act made her painfully aware of how little privacy she had. There was the mirror along the wall. Hitomi always felt there was someone watching her from behind it.

The second embarrassing factor of her imprisonment was not related to people watching her, but her watching others.

On the sixth day, a prisoner was brought to the room and strapped to the table. The same table that Hitomi spend her first two days tied. The same spot, only a couple meters away from where the Spacegirl was chained to the floor, where she endured (and enjoyed) the sexual torment of Marcado.

Now the table was used for others.

The women prisoners were brought in blindfolded by Marcado's guards. The guards would be strapped to the table, often the same way Hitomi had been. Not long after the women had been secured, Marcado would come in and begin to indulge the prisoner in intercourse. The Spacegirl's first reaction was contempt, and the sense it was her responsibility to free the prisoners. However, after an hour of listening to the women scream in ecstasy, it was clear that the time they spent satisfying Marcado's sexual urges might be the only enjoyment they received in their confinement.

Afterwards, Hitomi would try to speak to the women, but they either did not speak the same language or they could not hear the Spacegirl because of some earplugs.

Though the women appeared to be young, they were of varying races of the universe. Some were beautiful by Terran-Asiatican standards and others were hideous. Their prisoner's appearance seemed to have no affect on Marcado's desire to satiate them.

Each night that Hitomi watched Marcado ravish women she tried to figure out why she was subjected to this for of voyeurism. Clearly Marcado was trying to torment the Spacegirl. Mentally, it was disturbing just trying to figure out what was happening. Physically it was discomforting.

No matter how disgusted Hitomi was by these performances; she had one overwhelming desire -- to pollinate the bud of pleasure, hard between her legs. She wanted to shed the bonds that held her arms strapped behind her back and let her fingers crawl through the folds of her intimate orchid.

There were several times a day when Hitomi was given the freedom of her arms...and her fingers. She was given the trust to eat with her fingers or to eliminate her wastes several times a day. During this time there were guards nearby. Though she didn't suspect they were stationed there to stop her from masturbating, Hitomi figured they would.

Making everything more un-nerving was her morning routine of performing fellatio on Marcado. The combination of watching women being pushed to a sexual frenzy each night and each morning pleasing her captor, made Hitomi long to be the one tied to the table -- enjoying the debauchery.

There was one overriding fear in Hitomi's mind. Each time a new prisoner was brought in she wondered if it might be her mother. The Spacegirl knew she would eventually be expected to torment the prisoner who had called her name. The prisoner who Hitomi professed having no connection with.

And even if Hitomi wasn't expected to torture her mother with the bundle of sticks, would she be subjected to the sight of Marcado taking sexual liberties with the person she loved most in the galaxy. How would the Spacegirl react if her mother, like all the other prisoners, enjoyed being ravished by Marcado? Or what if she was expected to sexually toy with her own mother?

Each time she was granted more slack in her chain and could move closer to the table; she wondered what was in store for her and her mother.

And worse -- would she still be jealous?

These thoughts floated in Hitomi's mind like cotton panties drying on a clothesline, in a gentle breeze. Pulling at her like the ache grew between her legs each night.

Exercise

Once she had enough slack in the chain, Hitomi realized her chance of escaped revolved around her ability to keep fit -- physically and mentally. When she was left alone, she began to do yoga. Hitomi found stretching help bring strength back to her body. It was difficult with her arms strapped behind her back, but her arms were freed to eat she would instantly start to stretch them as well.

During one of her yoga session she also learned a position that would help ease the pressure between her legs. The pressure that was driving her to sexual lunacy. The discovery came, so to speak, at a perfect time. Spacegirl was into her third week of being chained to the floor.

The Discovery came the morning after Marcado satiated his lust with seventh woman since Hitomi. The seventh prisoner strapped to the table a little differently than the others. She was placed in a position that afforded Hitomi a better view. After the first prisoner had been ravished in front of Hitomi, with the Spacegirl chained to the floor powerless to help, the Spacegirl made every attempt to look as she was incognizant of what was happening. Regardless of what she pretended, Hitomi was completely aware every sexual nuance.

Each night Hitomi would crawl onto her mat and feign sleep. Would if she could, but once Marcado began to copulate with a prisoner, the noise was impossible to ignore. The lights in the room never went out until Marcado left so Hitomi could see everything. Every luscious lick. Every thundering thrust.

In that third week, the seventh prisoner was not strapped face down on the table. Instead, she was laid down on her back, with a strap around her belly -- holding her to the table. The prisoner, Hitomi named her 'Seven,' had her arms and legs suspended in the area. Seven had a short torso, almost no breasts to speak of, and her sex organs took up a large part of her torso. With long arms and legs, Seven resembled a spider.

Seven was most likely from the planet Ausable. Hitomi had never seen an Ausablian, but all she had read led the Spacegirl to believe Seven was from the jumping jack planet. Ausable got the nickname 'jumping jack' from the odd way the inhabitants mated. The men were short, especially in comparison with the women.

They had their sex organs on top of their heads. To mate, they would start by caressing the female's sensitive legs. The affair would be consummated by the male standing between the females legs and jumping his penis into his mate's vagina. Though Ausablians used other position, standing was the most memorable.

Marcado was fully aware of the needs of Seven and spent an hour licking the woman's legs, sending her into orgasmic screams that had Hitomi's orchid gushing with juices of passion. Once Marcado finally began to make love to Seven, Hitomi wondered if Ausablian -- who was moaning gibberish -- had lost her mind.

The next day Hitomi's sexual frustration had escalated to the top floor. When Marcado came to her for oral pleasure Hitomi only began to please him. Once Marcado was erect she crawled to her sleeping mat. Hoping to win his favor, Hitomi was kneeling with her face pressed against her mat. She lifted her hind quarters up to the wolfhound. Like a bitch in heat, the Spacegirl wiggled an invitation to Marcado with her haunches. Begging to captor with her loins, to please copulate with her.

Coldly Marcado responded by telling Hitomi, "I can get all the pussy I want from the table over there. I want your lips to please me."

"Ah, but what about the juicy excitement of these lips," Hitomi said seductively, arching her back to give the wolfhound a view of her intimate folds. She could feel Marcado standing there, but he didn't respond. The more waved her behind to her captor, the hotter she got. She lusted for his loins like a Looken whore. She was hotter and wetter than the room, exponential.

When she heard the Ausablian woman begin to moan, Hitomi realized her plan had failed. Instead of seducing Marcado, she had only pushed him back to the long, sensuous legs of Seven. The experience only left the Spacegirl hornier than ever. Worse Hitomi could only watch and listen to the pleasure of another woman, enjoying the talents of Marcado.

When the wolfhound had pleasured himself with the Ausablian, he left. Soon afterwards guards came in and removed the spider-woman. Hitomi felt humiliated; she had offered the hot folds of her sex to her captor and he had ignored her invitation.

In an attempt to take her mind from the lust that agitated between her legs like a washing machine on laundry day, Hitomi began her yoga. She exercised twice as long as she normally did. The Spacegirl was trying to tire herself out, as well as push out the images of raging sexual exploits that filled her mind.

In an attempt to tire all her muscles, Hitomi had straddled the chain that ran from the floor to the collar around her neck. The Spacegirl leaned forward, pulling the chain taunt. We she did so, she pulled the slack out of the chain; pulling her restraint taunt between her legs. The position, Hitomi realized, gave her the ability to rub her harden button, hid under her intimate folds, without the use of her hands.

The pull of the chain against her collar hurt her neck some, but the pleasure that danced between her legs compensated the discomfort 10 fold. The chain ran from her neck, down her chest, over her inflamed orchid and back to the hole in the floor. By arching her back, she made a link of the chain chafe against her clitoris ever so slightly. In Hitomi's highly sexually frustrated state, even a centimeter of movement on her clitoris was like a million kilometers of pleasure.

Using control, that not even Hitomi thought she was capable of, the Spacegirl stopped and loosened the tension in the chain. Stopping took all the self-control Hitomi had left, but she knew there was a good chance she was being watched from the two-way mirror. Even if she wasn't, the guards were due to appear with her mid-day rice.

Hitomi walked back to her mat and sat down. Her legs were quivering. Part for the exercise, but mainly from knowing she now had the ability to end the aching between her legs.

Yearning

Knowing you have the ability to free yourself from pressure of life, doesn't make that pressure any easier when you have to wait to use that capability. Hitomi found that basic adage to hold true as she waited to use her new found masturbating skills.

In fact, Hitomi found her new form of escape only tightened the sexual prison that existed in her head, knowing she would have to wait to use the escape. She just had the time to count, as she waited for night to hide her self-pleasuring.

After her last meal of the day, the Spacegirl was left alone. There was no new prisoner brought to the table that night. Hitomi was alone and possibly could have tightened the chain between her legs and let one of the links rub pleasure into her hooded soybean of wishes, but she didn't want to gamble. There could be someone watching her from behind the mirror.

If there was a guard watching her, he would have Hitomi tied so she could not run the chain between her legs. The wait would be horrible, but if she was tied up now and prevented from this deed of pleasure it would surely edge her to dementia. So she waited. She tried to sleep, but the temptation that fluttered between her legs would not float away.

Hitomi pushed her mind to think about her plight. She knew her mother, possibly her father as well, had been -- and hopefully still -locked up nearby. Though she would enviably be forced to do something wicked to her mother, her captor had made no indication when. Fortunately, her yoga exercises had given the Spacegirl a confidence in her chances in a battle.

The Spacegirl realized the time was ripe for an escape attempt. The first she would have -- to rattle her chain some, so to speak.

That opportunity finally arrived. Hitomi forced herself to wait a while after the lights were turned off. She followed her normal routine, using the toilet, then laying down, as if to doze off. She figured, even if there was a guard watching, he would doze himself if he thought she was sleeping.

Hitomi got off her mat as quietly as she could, moving slowly so the links of chains would not clink against each other. Once they were taunt and between her legs the tension would keep them from making any needless noise. The Spacegirl found that, for no conscious reason, she had walked to where the table stood. The table that Marcado had first ravished her, and so many other prisoners whom passed through his room.

As Hitomi pulled the chain taunt, causing a link to line up against her clitoris, she found her nose capturing the faint scent of the previous morning's sex. She could smell the fragrance of Marcado's sperm. The fact that the guards had not come and washed down the table was an indication there wouldn't be another prisoner strapped to it for a while.

Thrusting her hips gently forward Hitomi applied pressure to her clit. This was followed by a small lean of her head forward which released the pressure. With her neck, she created foreplay in her masturbation. Her careening neck wouldn't make her cum, but it surely felt good. So good, Hitomi could feel her breathing increase its pace. She made a point of controlling her breath; instead of short gasps of air, she let long flows of air fill her lungs and then released them. Each breath was accompanied by several twists of her neck.

The room had always remained in the same hot humid condition Hitomi found it the first day she was placed in the room, but her body had adjusted to it. The first week she had been constantly perspiring, now -- even when she exercised -- she skin kept dry. This first night of the pleasure link between her legs would be different. The Spacegirl was covered with a sheen of perspiration Her juices were flowing with excitement and Hitomi's whole body felt jazzed.

The Spacegirl began to swivel her hips. With her neck movements, Hitomi had kept her knees locked. Now she held her neck stiff, with her had looking up. Bending her knees in alternating buckles, like she was marching, Hitomi had the chain link not just pressuring her clitoris, but also chafing against her harden nub.

Hitomi felt the curves of her haunches rotate as she twisted her pelvis against the chain. The Spacegirl's motions were like that of someone dancing in an elevator and she could feel her delight heading for the top floor. Her body devolved a rhythm, allowing Hitomi's mind to fly over fancy. It felt oddly peculiar to be recklessly spinning sex in her mind. She had spent so much energy avoiding those thoughts and now she could embrace them -- knowing it was now a flight with a final destination.

A moan hovered in the back of her throat and she made a point of suppressing it. She didn't want to be discovered. The chain between her legs was too sweet to bring an end to this desert by alerting a guard. Her thoughts danced over positions and possibilities. She also found a string of lovers parading through her fantasies; old boyfriends and assorted objects of desire. Soon she found herself marveling in the morbid delight of copulating with Marcado. In her mind, it wasn't a case of being strapped down in bonds and her captor ravishing her.

Instead, it was she holding him down, wither her hands around his neck. Just as she squeezed the life out of him in her mind, she felt the quaking spasm of her orgasm erupting between her legs.

Both the feeling and the thought were too good to stop. Mentally, she continued to squeeze Marcado's neck while wiggling the chain against her hard clit...pushing herself to several more orgasms. The release of so much built up sexual frustration caused a buckling of Hitomi's knees. She dropped to the floor, rolling onto her side. In that position, she locked her together her knees, wrapping the folds of her labia around the link of the chain giving her so much pleasure. Shrugging her shoulders pushed the next link of chain past her labia and touched the juicy inside of Hitomi's vulva. A soft little moan slipped out of the Spacegirl's mouth as she squeezed out another orgasm. The sound, ever so slight, scared Hitomi.

Fearing something so wonderful could again be taken from her; she laid still, with only a small trembling in her thighs. And a mile-wide smile.

That Shocking Desire

Hitomi was shaken awake the next day. Both her, and Marcado, were surprised. The Spacegirl was a little bewildered after such great pleasure the night before, and confused because she slept so late. Usually she awoke, when the light was turned on in the room. Her captor was surprised to find her not sleeping on her mat. Marcado suspects something was different, but never realized Hitomi had found a way to masturbate.

One more thing catches Hitomi off-guard -- Marcado's hard penis.

After being refused sex by him and not giving him his mandatory fellatio, Hitomi was thinking he might not demand such favors from her again.

"Your lovely offering of your ass yesterday reminded me of something," Marcado said with a devilish grin; his tongue dripping saliva

"I dug this out," the wolfhound said, holding up a black object the size and shaped of a chicken egg in his right hand. In his left hand, was a small box. "It's just the thing for a slave who thinks she decides how we have sex."

Marcado whistles and several guards enter the room. "Stretch her out," Marcado orders the guards.

Hitomi had no reason to struggle, but for the fact that so many guards means something dramatic. The first to approach her gets kicked in the crotch, but the next grabs her leg. The Spacegirl attempts another kick, but her captured leg was pulled. Hitomi falls and though she was struggling, the guards easily pull her to the end of her leash. Then they capture her free leg and spread her apart.

With her legs pulled apart, her hands strapped behind her and her neck held taunt by the chain, Hitomi was helpless. The Spacegirl wondered what was happening. The day before she had offered herself to her captor, to use as he may. There was no reason for Marcado to have his goons hold her down to copulate with her. Even if he planned on invading her anal passage, the force seemed excessive.

Marcado's tongue begins to work at the back of Hitomi's legs, beginning at the back of her knees. When he reaches the Spacegirl's inner-thighs she was trembling. She couldn't believe he had decided she was worthy of sex, but didn't let this confusion stop her from enjoying his tongue. When he gets near the greek rose of her sphincter, Marcado sniffs a couple times.

"I forgot, you haven't been cleaning after defecating," Marcado said, walking away. Hitomi was left more confused, but understood when he began to hose her sphincter and vulva. Hitomi struggled against her captors, but she was unsure why.

Despite her ability to masturbate, she found herself looking forward to the chance to be violated by Marcado. Regardless of how good the chain felt against her orchid, it didn't match the wolfhounds exquisite debauchery.

Also, it was good to have her loins cleaned

Like the previous night, when she was able to rub herself off, she was again coated with sweat. Struggling against the guards was an exercise in futility.

Hitomi realized Marcado had return when she felt the oval tip of his thumb slide into her rectum. Then she felt, an almost painful, intrusion of what she guessed to be the black egg. Then she was released.

Using her knees to crawl, Hitomi edged the tension out of her leash, until she could stand up. As she was standing up, she felt a pleasurable vibration emanating her anal passage. It did not lessen her confusion; why did they have to hold her down to place a wireless vibrator in her ass?

She was even more confused when Marcado had the guards remove the bonds that held her wrists behind her back.

"You now have what I call the 'ying yang' in your ass," Marcado said with his defiant smirk. Then laughing adds "Or, up the ying yang. It can bring you pleasure or pain. It's up to you."

Hitomi was trying to make sense of what Marcado was saying. She listened and wondered while she rotated her shoulders, loosening the stiffness that accompanied a night of her hands tied behind her back.

"Lift your hands in the air," Marcado ordered. Still confused, Hitomi did not react very quickly. Suddenly, an audible snap was heard, like what is heard from static electric shock. Hitomi didn't hear the snap, as much as she felt it. A current shot from her anus, knocking her off her feet. The pain was as much a surprise, than painful, but it was no where close to the pleasure of the vibrations. As the Spacegirl crawled back to her feet, she realized that Marcado had shot the current through her by pushing a button on his box.

"Kind of wakes you up doesn't it," Marcado said sarcastically. "Now, lift your hands over you head." The command still surprised Hitomi, but this time she was quick enough in responding to earn a, "That's what I wanted," from Marcado.

"Chair," the wolfhound said which was a request from one of his guards. The guard dutifully brought a 'U' shaped chair. The chair had short legs, with a seat that gave access to Marcado's loins, as well as his sphincter, when he sat down.

The chair was inside the reach of Hitomi's chain. With her hands free, she harbored thoughts of attaching Marcado. Before the thought was more than a glint in her eyes, the wolfhound pushed the pain button again. The pain wasn't so bad, now that she expected it, but it still made her weak in the knees.

"I don't want you to think too much about being able to escape," Marcado said. He also was turning a dial on the box as he spoke. "So far you have been feeling No. 3, the box goes to 10. Just to make you understand, this is No. 7," Marcado said, showing Hitomi the dial. Then he pushed a button and Hitomi blacked out.

She woke a second later, the pain still reverberating from her anal passage. She expected to smell burning flesh, it hurt so much. "I could show you No. 10, but then I would destroy you...and your wonderful cocksucking ability," the wolfhound laughed, then added. "and I would really miss that."

The last shock had Hitomi unhinged, yet she knew this might be her one chance. She realized Marcado wasn't kidding about No. 10. One jolt on that setting would surely kill her, but he would have to turn the dial to set it on 10 and if he put it back to No. 3....she would have a good chance. All she would have though, is one chance. Literally, do or die. Hitomi weighed her options. A main disadvantage was there were three guards in the room. Normally the guards were in another room.

"The guards have only witness your talented tongue from the other side of that mirror. Why don't you let them see close up?" Marcado asked, but there was no question in what Hitomi would be expected to do.

Hitomi decided to push a pawn forward.

"Wouldn't it be better alone and..." the Spacegirl said, but didn't quite finish. She felt another shock and fell to her feet. She got what she wanted. Marcado had turned the voltage down some. Hitomi fell only to give the impression it hurt her more than it did.

"Yes, I'm sorry," Hitomi said in a pleading voice.

"That's my little cocksucker," Marcado said and scooted forward in his chair.

However affectionate the wolfhound made the statement, Hitomi knew it was an order. She kneeled before her captor and the guards edged closer, each hoping Marcado, in a moment of orgasmic kindness, would let them be next.

Out Of The Frying Pan

Hitomi crawled to Marcado. She was surprised that her captor had left her arms unrestrained, but he must have felt pretty safe with three guards only a couple meters away. It did not surprise her that Marcado expected her perform fellatio on him in front of the guards. Over the past several weeks, they had probably seen -- from behind the two-way mirror -- most everything that had gone on between Marcado and his assortment of prisoners.

When Hitomi had crawled, so her head was between his legs she started to nuzzle her captor's penis. Marcado's penis was still in its hairy sheath. Instead of stroking it with her hands, or trying to lick his enclosed sack or shaft, the Spacegirl just rubbed the side of her face against it, cooing softly. Hitomi was hunger for the taste of Marcado's penis, almost as much as she longed to kill her captor, but she knew she had to be patient.

The Spacegirl devoured the pungent smell of Marcado's loins. It was very exciting.

In her anal passage was the vibrating egg, an egg that could quite possibly kill Hitomi, if the wolfhound pushed the right button, on the right setting. As her caresses seem to focus on Marcado's phallus, Hitomi made a casual attempt at dislodging the egg that quietly hummed in her rectum. She couldn't strain too much under the watchful eye of the guards. Her endeavor to slide the egg out of her rectum was futile

Hitomi wasn't sure if it was caused by the vibration of the egg tightened the muscles in her haunches or if the egg had some property that made it adhere to the lining of her anal tract. It could also have been the fact it had been a while since her sphincter had been stretched. The fact that he had put a vibrating egg up her ass meant that Marcado was not planning on going there.

The Spacegirl widen her mouth so she could slide her lips over the sheath. Lightly, she brought her teeth down against the sheath. Toying, as though she would bite his cock.

Again, Hitomi had to show patience. How she would have loved to bite her captor's penis, severing it from Marcado's body. To take away his main source of pleasure, with one chomp. Hitomi knew to try such an action, would probably give her great joy, but the pain of the egg would be excruciating.

Had she been alone, Hitomi would bite through the wolfhounds pleasure phallus and spit it on the ground. If this beast was quick enough to push the kill button, so be it. Since she knew she had the opportunity to final reunite with her mother, she had to pick the perfect opportunity.

To risk death, when her mother was within reach would be foolish, regardless the delight killing Marcado would bring. Hitomi moved her mouth down on the wolfhound's cock, until she felt the tip of his penis, as it slipped out of its sheath. Again, she squeezed the hairy shaft with her teeth, this time she held pressure against the fur of Marcado's sheath. Hitomi pulled her up head, raking her captor's penis sheath with her teeth. Marcado shifted forward in his seat and sighed with pleasure.

From the corner of her eye, Hitomi saw the guards flex and put their hands on their stun laser pistols. This was the first time the Spacegirl had been allowed contact with Marcado, when her arms hadn't been tied. The were a little skittish about giving her that freedom.

While the space girl was beginning to toy with Marcado's penis, her hands stroked the fur on his thighs. She massaged his thin, sinewy legs with her hands. working their embrace to his waist. His hips and waist were also thin, but muscular. Unfortunately, Hitomi's grip around his hip revealed he no longer wore his hip sack. The Spacegirl would not have access to his different toys, including the painful balm. He must have removed his bag, knowing that he would free Hitomi's arms.

Hitomi petted Marcado's fur, soothing her tormentor. When her hands felt the smooth hairless area on Marcado's belly, above his penis, Hitomi lightly scratched him there. She moved her face to the same area and kissed his belly, feeling his expanding penis rub against her collar bone.

"I have missed your cocksucking," Marcado said. The comment wiped away much of the concern the guards had and they too their hands off their pistols. When slid her lips over the part of Marcado's penis that had escaped from his sheath, two of the guards shifted their weight to a different foot. Though Hitomi couldn't see it, all three guards had a noticeable protrusion in their pants. The guards were not wolfhounds, like Marcado -- the hands that had been ready to un-holster the stun pistols proved that. Beyond their hands, Hitomi couldn't tell much about the guards. They were much shorter, but their uniforms hid everything but their hands. The guards had two fingers and a thumb, but were clearly able to handle a gun.

Though shorter in stature, the expanding lumps in their pants indicated they had much bigger penises. The guard's erections, along with Marcado's, continued to expand. It appeared that if the guards were given access to Hitomi's body, they would rip her in two.

Hitomi kept her right hand on the waist of Marcado, hidden from the guards. She moved her right hand to the base of the wolfhounds penis. She pulled his penis forward so she could run her tongue along the top of the shaft.

Her mind was slightly fuzzy; she enjoyed the taste of Marcado's penis, and the sperm that constantly dripped from it. The vibrating egg that was lodged in her rectum was also creating a yearning in her loins. She made another attempt to expel the egg from her ass. It moved a little, but it was clear to Hitomi, the egg would not slip out past her sphincter without some help.

"Do your angel dance slave girl," Marcado said softly. The wolfhound's tone had sounded kind, but Hitomi knew it was a straight forward order. She knew the wolfhound would get his oral pleasure from her, but his days of calling her 'slave girl' were ending. Hitomi, hold Marcado's penis with her left hand, slid her mouth to the tip. She swirled her tongue around the head of wolfhound's cock. Once the penis tip was moist with her saliva, Hitomi removed her mouth and blew cool air on the end. Even in the hot, humid room, Hitomi's breath had a bewitching effect.

Marcado's eyes were blissfully glazed with delight. His tongue hung from his mouth, his saliva was drooling onto his chest. In the past two days, he had missed Hitomi's fellatio. He missed her creativeness. After three weeks and probably 20 blowjobs, this slave girl could still find new ways to please him.

Hitomi went back to bobbing her head up and down the wolfhounds shaft, punctuating every third stroke with a swirl of her tongue around the tip of Marcado's penis. Each tongue circle was complimented with Hitomi's fluttering tongue slipping into Marcado's tip hole. The Spacegirl would blow her cooling breath on his penis occasionally to change the pace from her hot lips -- stimulating Marcado's cock.

The air was snappy; a mixture of Marcado's salty richness and the nectar that now flowed from Hitomi's intimate orchid. Spacegirl's right hand began to caress the wolfhound's flexing left leg, as he stretched with pleasure.

Marcado's penis was quivering and Hitomi could feel the first gush of his orgasm starting to pump from his testicles. "Ahhhhhhh!" Marcado announced his orgasm with a groan and a couple of the guards nudged each other in a teasing way. They did not notice Hitomi's right hand, still hidden from them, slide around her hips and her index finger forcing its way into her rectum

"AHHHHHHHH!" screamed Marcado, catching everyone off guard. No one had ever heard Marcado scream so loudly during an orgasm. Not the guards, not Marcado -- of course Hitomi knew it was not a scream of pleasure. The Spacegirl had bitten 10 centimeters off the end of the wolfhounds penis. Hitomi had chomped down right at the moment her fingers had secured the egg in her anus.

The egg was still inside Hitomi when she severed the wolfhound's penis, but -- expecting the pleasure of an orgasm -- was not ready to turn the dial and push the kill button on the box he held.

Blood, mixed with sperm, gushed out of Marcado's penis, onto Hitomi's chest. Even in the extreme pain, the wolfhound reacted and pushed the pain button on the box. Hitomi felt the current surge through her. Hitomi had felt worse pain, but she was knocked nearly unconscious.

Fortunately she had removed the egg from her haunches, or it would have surely killed her. The current continued to stream through her. The electricity forced all the muscles in her hand to clench around the egg. Awkwardly Hitomi stood up. By now the guards had figured out something was amiss, first they stared in horror, watching their leader's penis spew sperm streaked blood onto the chest of the Spacegirl.

Hitomi swung her egg clenching right hand against Marcado's head, knocking him to the side and his finger off the button. Once his hand was off the pain button, Hitomi's reflexes returned and she jumped behind the slumping Marcado. Just in time. A stun laser, aimed for Hitomi, hit the wolfhound. The Spacegirl held the frozen body of Marcado as a shield from the guards -- each with his gun aimed at the two.

With his body, frozen from the stun laser, Marcado could not push the pain button of his box, nor was he able to drop the box from Hitomi's reach. The Spacegirl pushed the egg into the wolfhound's snout and reached up to the box. "Drop your guns or he is dead," Hitomi screamed.

The swing of events had left Marcado helpless to give the correct order to his men. He knew there was no reason to save his life, he would had ordered them to kill the Spacegirl...if he could. His muscles frozen, he could only stare a glassy look at the guards whom were following Hitomi's order.

Marcado's blood was no longer flowing out of his severed penis. His muscles were not flexing to help the blood along and he had already lost a considerable amount already.

"Back against the wall," Hitomi barked, as she moved Marcado's stiff form ahead. She had to move quickly. There may be other guards, watching from behind the two-way mirror or the wolfhound may die any second. When the Spacegirl reached the weapons, she release Marcado, pulling the box out of his clutches. She pushed the pain button when she was free from her one time captor. What little life was left in the creature drained from his bulging eyes. The wolfhound dropped into a bloody heap. The guards reacted immediately and lunged at Hitomi, but they were too far away and too late. The Spacegirl picked up the a pistol. With a twist of a knob and a pull of the trigger, she killed the guards.

She knew the wolfhound was dead, but the hate that filled Hitomi was too much. She took the pistol and shoved it up Marcado's ass, then fried the alien's body. A spark filtered out of the wolfhound's penis and a rank smell filled the room. If she could have, Hitomi would have killed the creature a hundred times over, but even that wouldn't be enough.

She had to think about escaping and picked up the other two pistols; just in time. A team of guards bolted into the room. Hitomi kicked the first in the groin, sending him against the others. As they struggled against the lead guard, Hitomi fired away, leaving four more guards dead.

Adrenaline was now dancing in every cell in Hitomi's body. Once she was in the hall, where all the prison cells were, there was a thunder of noise. All the prisoners clamoring to be released. If Hitomi's parents were calling her, she could not hear them. "Get back!" the Spacegirl yelled at the entrance of the first cell. She had her pistol aimed at the lock. The prisoners edged back. Hitomi paused.

"I want you to go that way," Hitomi said, nodding back to where she had been held prisoner for the past three weeks. "Get their weapons, we will need them, then destroy that room." The Spacegirl had made the prisoners suppress about their lust for freedom, and think about escaping. They realized Hitomi was right, they would need the pistols. There would be more guards.

There was the sound of boots in the hall. Hitomi fired on the cell door, then turned to kill the next team of guards. She gave the first prisoner out of the cell her guns and ran to the fallen guards. Their guns would have full charges.

"EVERYONE TO THE BACK OF THE CELLS!!!" the Spacegirl screamed to all the occupants of the five locked cells. Then all that was heard was the shuffling of feet. Hitomi walked ran the hall, stopping at each door to blast the locks.

The first inhabitants to file out grabbed the weapons from the slain guards and led the way out. Hitomi could hear the escapees battling the more guards. The best she could, the prisoners were not doing well, but they had numbers in their favor. Hitomi scanned the crowd through the chaos and could see no one who resembled her mother. Finally, the Spacegirl grabbed an old woman. "I am looking for Mira Kotani, do you know her," Hitomi asked, homing the woman would know who she was speaking of...the same woman who Hitomi had been named after.

"I don't understand," in English and Hitomi realized she had bee speaking in Semterianny. The woman tried to pull away from Hitomi. The Spacegirl grabbed the woman's clothes with her right hand to hold her. "I am looking for Mira, she looked like me, with hair," Hitomi repeated in Semterianny and rubbed her head with her free hand -- realizing she had a half inch of new growth. "She called my name when I was brought here."

A faint sign of recognition appeared in the woman's eyes. "Yes, Mira, and her husband, were taken from here....maybe two weeks ago," the woman said, then struggled against Hitomi's grip. "Please! Please, let me go." Hitomi let the woman go. She realized her mother must have been moved once Marcado heard that she had recognized Hitomi. The Spacegirl wanted to go back to the room and kill the wolfhound again, but she knew she needed move ahead.

Hitomi heard a loud thumping noise, coming from where most of the prisoners had escaped to. She looked one last time back to where she had been kept a prisoner. She realized, in their excitement, the guards had started the room on fire. If the thumping noise is a locked door and that fire spreads, there could be trouble, Hitomi thought.

Freedom For Some

Hitomi ran down the corridor to where the thumping sound was coming from. There she found most of the prisoners had gathered and with some chairs, were pounding on the metal door that held them from freedom.

"Get back!" Hitomi screamed and the prisoners parted so the Spacegirl could get to the door. Hitomi backed up the crowd, aimed her weapon at the door and fired on it. The blast only reflected off door.

Hitomi could smell the smoke coming from down the hall and she knew it was only a matter of time before the flames were upon them. What she feared more though, was the panic that would set in when the prisoners realized the peril they faced. She scanned the foyer and saw the smoke filtering out of a vent a meter above the door.

Hitomi aimed her weapon to the vent and fired. She had to scurry out of the way when the vent cover fell from its hinges. The Spacegirl now had the confidence of the prisoners and was able to organize the men into a human ladder so she could climb to the vent.

Alarms were now going off, but Hitomi couldn't see any guards through the vent. The Spacegirl surmised that the alarm announce the building was on fire and the guards had run out of the building. She lowered herself to the ground, dropping three meters. Hitomi turned the lever on the door and released the latch.

When Hitomi opened the door the crowd on the other side surged out. The exit was only 20 meters away and the prisoners drunk with the closeness of freedom, ran out the door. The first 40 prisoners were caught off guard and gunned down by the guards outside. A small skirmish began and Hitomi left the prisoners to work out their own fate.

Hitomi began to search the building, hoping her parents were still held up. She hesitated in the first room she came to, finding coveralls she could wear. For the first time in several months, Hitomi was not naked.

From there, she searched the remaining rooms. Two rooms later she came upon a mini-dungeon. Against the wall, to her right -- chained spread eagle -- were her parents. Seeing them for the first time in a decade she was surprised. Her parents had aged, more so because of their imprisonment, but they were definitely her mom and dad.

What was also was surprising, was to see two guards, each holding a saber; one against her mother's throat and one against her father's throat. Hitomi's legs froze in place; she leveled her pistol at the head of the nearest guard; who had his blade against her father's throat. In that instance, she realized she could only could kill one guard, but it would be the end of one of her parents.

"So you found us Hitomi?" a voice came from over her left shoulder. When the Spacegirl turned, she was repulsed by the creature who reclined on a bed.

Stepping Into Goo

So close, but not quite there. That was how Hitomi felt the whole mission had gone. Now here she was, faced with a creature who was more a pool of slime than a physician shape, and her parents each one flick of a saber away from death. The main reason she had become an Explorer Agent was in hopes she would someday be reunited with her parents and now she felt helpless.

She would have gladly exchanged her life for theirs, or endure great torture for their freedom. Now though, it seemed like she might make one wrong move and they would be dead; ending their reunion before it began.

"I'm surprised it took you so long," came a voice somewhere from the pool of goo on the bed. It seemed this creature had no feature, but for one and the one feature -- a 12 inch penis -- appeared to be very excited. "I was afraid you might leave me....un-satiated." With that, Slime formed the shape of a wave and circled the creatures penis.

'Could there be any creature more hideous,' Hitomi thought, as she realized what this alien was expecting of her. Worse, she knew -- with her parents' perilous situation -- she would have to do whatever Slime wanted. The Spacegirl also felt an element of shame for what was about to transpire. Her parents would gladly die a 100 deaths if they could prevent their daughter from being defiled. She even feared her parents would do something that might incite the guards to kill them.

"You served Marcado well, so I am sure you will be able to satisfy my lust," exuded Slime.

"Never," Hitomi said, exerting a veiled attempt at defiance.

"If that is the case, then I have no use for the prisoners on the wall. I thought you might want to ensure their safety. Guards..." Slime said, but never finished his last sentence.

"No!" the Spacegirl yelled. "I will do as you ask."

Hitomi heard a sound from the wall. It was her father trying to verbally stop her, but the guard next to him had pushed his saber tighter against his neck, causing a trickle of blood to flow over the shiny sword. With the fear in her father's eyes, she barely recognized him.

The Spacegirl started a move toward the guards, but realized her attempts would be futile for at least one of her parents -- and probably both. Hitomi had contempt in her eyes when she turned back to Slime. "I will do as you ask, but only if I can be assured of their safety," she said, nodding back to the wall where her parents were chained.

"You fail understand your lack of bargaining power here," Slime responded.

Hitomi raised her pistol, aimed at Slime's penis.

"And you seem to understand that if they die, I have nothing stopping me from ending your life," the Spacegirl said with a stiff jaw.

"Hmmm, we seem to have an interesting situation here, don't we?" Slime said, his voice not revealing if he was conceding to Hitomi. "But you understand I cannot release them and still believe you will pleasure my stiffness."

"You will have my word," Hitomi replied.

"While you might have much faith in your word, I have none," Slime explained. "I prefer to barter while I have a hold what the buyer wants."

Hitomi lowered her pistol to the floor, setting it next to her right foot. "Once your guards put down their swords, I will kick the gun away," Hitomi said. "Let's trust each other that much."

"Put down your sabers," Slime ordered and the guards responded.

The Spacegirl thought of reaching for her gun, in an attempt to out duel the guards, but she knew there were two of them to beat.

'It might be a mistake,' she thought as she did so, but she still kicked her pistol away. Then she said: "Now them."

"Do the same," Slime ordered and his guards kicked their sabers away, but not as far as Hitomi had kicked her weapon. The Spacegirl thought of asking them to kick them further, but knew that would be asking for too much.

"Yummy," Slime said and when Hitomi turned back to face the creature she realized he had oozed across the floor to her feet. Behind her, she could hear sobbing. She was too embarrassed to turn to see who was crying. It felt as though she had stepped into a swamp, as Slime oozed around her ankles.

Exploding Like a Tidal Wave

Slime eased up Hitomi's legs. The Spacegirl's skin turned to goosebumps. The feeling was not painful, but very unsettling. Like a swamp, Slime's body had a thin vapor expiring from it. It was some gas that the Spacegirl figured must be part of the creatures digestive process. Slime's Penis moved, as if it was floating in a tub, across Slime's body to Hitomi.

Just as she began to wonder how she would take off the jumpsuit she wore, Hitomi watched it dissolve. Then it dawned on The Spacegirl that it was not dissolving, but being absorbed by Slime. The creature was eating Hitomi's clothes.

Her jumpsuit had disappeared to her thighs, exposing not her legs, but Slime that oozed around her. As Slime consumed her jumpsuit, he also emitted more vapor, with a rancid smell. Hitomi thought that it must be methane or some other byproduct produced when Slime processed food. The smell and the feel of a thick heavy sludge caressing her body made Hitomi nauseous. When Slime engulfed Hitomi's thighs she reflexively stepped back.

With the creature wrapped around her legs, the Spacegirl felt as though she was walking in mud. The creature retreated from Hitomi's thighs after it had absorb the fabric around the girl's crotch. Before her, she watched the pool of sludge spin like a small tornado. Hitomi realized that no matter how disgusted the creature made her feel, she was also exhibiting signs of excitement between her legs. Slime had become giddy beyond himself with the smell of the blushing orchid between her legs.

Hitomi found that the scum that sloshed around her legs was hideous, yet had a sensual texture to it. Now with the creature sliding up and down her legs she felt temptation pulling at her as the creature's penis floated near her shins.

Tentatively, Hitomi reached down and touched the tip of the creature's penis. A fetid vapor escaped from Slime and it seemed like a vein began to pulse along the shaft. The smell made Hitomi dizzy when it reached her nose.

The Spacegirl could feel the excitement of Slime as he swirled around her knees.

"Lick me," cooed Slime. It was that thought that disgusted Hitomi the most about her impending act of lust. It was horrible to have this loathsome creature against her flesh, but to take it into her mouth was unimaginable. The Spacegirl turned her head and could see she was still several meters away from the guards; who seemed to be enjoying their leader being please by Hitomi. She could also see the horror in her parent's eyes.

"Take me into your mouth," the creature encouraged the Spacegirl. To entice her, Slime began to splash against her intimate folds. Between her legs she could see that Slime had formed into a small spinning brush, like that used in a carwash to clean cars. The Slime was spinning, but it felt like water flowing against Hitomi's hooded bud.

The sensation reminded her of hours spent in her bathtub, with warm water flowing out of the spigot against her clitoris -- only more intense. Often, her neighbors would complain about the building not having enough hot water, but Hitomi was too embarrassed to confess why, now was she willing to stop the pleasurable sessions in her bathroom.

Hitomi was falling into a dreamy pre-orgasmic haze. She was so pleased that she hardly noticed Slime had oozed up past her waist, dissolving her clothes to her breasts. The creature continued to plead for her to hold his penis, but the caresses he was sloshing against her flesh made it impossible for her to think of touching him.

Now, not only was the creature's juices flowing against Hitomi's clit, but in and out of her folds as well. The Spacegirl's hands formed fists and squeezed against the temples of her forehead. With her eyes closed, she rotated her head. Her hips bucked against the intense pleasure the creature applied to her vulva, but she could not get away from the pressure.

Hitomi felt her knees bucking and she forced herself to fall back, toward the wall where her parents were chained. Even with her eyes rolling back in her head, with pleasure, she could see she was still a little too far from the guards and way too close to an orgasm.

"AGGGG...hhhaaaaa," she screamed as an orgasm shook through her body like a shattering windshield. She rotated her hips, trying to squirm away from the creatures insane pleasure and to edge her way closer to the guards.

"OHHHhhh," came a moaning sound from Hitomi's mouth. Just as when she would pleasure herself in the bathtub, the Spacegirl's moans sounded as if she was sad. At her apartment, her neighbors sometimes would ask if she was sad, thinking she was morning, just as her parents, chained to the wall, believed their daughter was suffering.

Slime knew differently. He had -- if only for this moment -- Hitomi under control with pleasure and kept his juices flowing against her inflamed orchid. With Slime's muck creeping in and out of Hitomi's orchid, he knew she was erupting with pleasure.

Orgasm

Hitomi was floating on the oozing muck of Slime, with his penis bobbing before her -- craving to be entertained. Like her body, the Spacegirl's mind was awashed in a pool of orgasmic delight. Here mother and father looked on in disbelieve. They couldn't accept what they had just watched; their daughter succumbing to sexual delight.

A twinge of guilt pricked at Hitomi's thoughts, but with sludge massaging her intimate orchid -- playing a melodic tune on the Spacegirl's orgasmic quivering -- absolved her guilt.

Carefully, she was able to use her pleasure as a cover for her plans. The two guards had edged closer to Slime's muck that engulfed the Spacegirl. Her clothes now dissolved by Slime, left her naked and the guards had moved forward to take a closer look.

Hitomi's pistol was now 20 meters away. She could not get to it in time to save her parents from the wrath of the guards. The guard's sabers were another story. One of the sabers was only a meter away. Unfortunately, it was behind the guard who was in charge of Hitomi's mother.

The Spacegirl sat up. She restrained her impulse to gag and slide the hideous creature's penis into her mouth.

Slime moaned a sigh of delight as Hitomi slide her mouth done the alien's shaft. Hitomi had held her breath, but the tactile pleasure of her mouth caused more gas to ooze from the scummy creature and it oozed into her olfactory passage. It nearly made Hitomi vomit. She slid her mouth up and down until Slime created a bobbing motion with his non-solid being. Slime's penis now floated past Hitomi's lips, in and out of her mouth.

As the Spacegirl planned, the guards moved away from her parents so they could see what was happening. By sitting up, Hitomi had blocked their view, so if they wanted to see what was happening; what skill the Spacegirl possessed to make their leader moan with guttural delight.

It was less two minutes before Hitomi realized her fellatio had the creature ready to release. Hitomi attributed the quick release to the fact something so repelling probably never had sex. The closeness of his orgasm scared Hitomi. His pool of muck was disgusting and the vapor he emitted was nauseating; his sperm had to be unbelievably horrid. The last thing she wanted was for Slime gushing his semen into her mouth and down her throat. Hitomi was at a disadvantage though; the creature was now making his penis slide into the Spacegirl's mouth and the rest of his sludge pushed her to his penis. She didn't have much control and Slime was ready to explode.

When Slime's penis bobbed down, Hitomi quickly arched her back and was able to turn her head so she could disengaged. It was too late to stop Slime's orgasm.

Hitomi deftly arched back so she could reach the guard's boots. She grabbed each guard; one with her left hand and the other with her right. At first, they didn't realize what was happening as they watched a green mucus spew from Slime's stiff organ. The guard's attention suddenly changed when Hitomi pulled their feet out from under them.

The Spacegirl had pulled them so hard they landed inside Slime's goo. Slime was still oblivious of what was happening; enjoying his first orgasm in months. The guards sank into Slime's muck and were scrambling to move, but couldn't free themselves from the creatures sludge.

Hitomi backstroked her way to the saber. She wildly swung the blade, severing Slime's penis that was still spewing green mucus -- leaving a nub that mucus still dribbled from.

"AAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" Slime's scream was terrifying. The sound was filled with pain and the guards just froze as they looked on in horror. There stupor was their fatal mistake. They never realized their lives were over as Hitomi decapitated them.

Slime's distress prevented him from reacting to Hitomi's quickness. The Spacegirl was able to swim out of Slime's mucky body. She began to slice at Slime's membrane, opening gashes that the creature's life blood seeped out of until he was dead.

Hitomi ran to her parents; first hugging her mother and then her father. Her parents had not stopped crying, but now they eyes were filled with joy. Hitomi joined them in tears of fruition.

After embracing each parent, Hitomi dropped to the floor exhausted and delighted. The Spacegirl was covered with gore -- blood and mucus sperm -- but she was filled with a satisfaction she had never known.

Dreams Of The Free

With Slime and his two henchmen disposed of, it was simple for Hitomi to lead her parents to safety. First she released her mother and father from their shackles and then she found another jumpsuit to ear. With the other prisoners escaping and the prison on fire, the three could walk away unnoticed.

The Spacegirl led her family back to Cooch's cave. The reptile was happy, if not a bit surprised, to see Hitomi again. Since it had been more than a month since the Official Prince had escaped the planet, Cooch had figured Hitomi would not be returning.

Cooch fed and clothed the three for several weeks. If they were any inconvenience to him, he didn't let on. Staying hid for a while allowed them to re-acquaint themselves, plus after being in captivity for so long her parents needed to rest up. They would take walks and were soon regaining their strengths. Hitomi was happy that their reminiscing only led up to the first time they saw her, and not how she had been ravished by Slime, before them.

Cooch used his connections on the planet to secure them passage home. Oddly enough, with new clothes, and the fact that Hitomi's hair had grown back, they were able to take a commercial flight back. No one seemed to be looking for the Spacegirl. No one was looking for escapees, since the prisoners who escaped (including Hitomi and her parents) were considered Marcado's and he was dead.

Until the flight was several hundred kilometers from Draam, Hitomi was still nervous. Surely they would be looking for a Explorer Space Agent, but it didn't seem to be so. Her second thought was that maybe they were following her and/or her parents, but that would be a battle to fight at another time.

The flight home and the time with Cooch gave Hitomi time with her parents, something that would soon end once she was back at the Explorer Base; where there would likely be another mission waiting for her.

A mission that she was already looking forward to. After two weeks it dawned on Hitomi that she had been celibate for that time, after so much sex being forced upon her. The past couple nights she somewhat changed that. She began to have a whirlwind of erotic dreams; featuring a man she had met on Draam.

Her mother was aware of her dreams, but not of the nature. The final morning on Draam Hitomi's mother asked if she had been dreaming of exotic food.

"You kept ordering Gembo," her mother explained.

But it wasn't food she hungered for.

"Incidentally," Cooch said, with his tongue slithering out of his smirk. "Your friend Gem*Boy left the planet a week before your escape. Off on an Explorer mission -- I think."

Hitomi kicked Cooch under the table. She didn't know if her parents were aware of the connection between her talking in her sleep and Cooch's comment, but her mother had a knowing smile that Hitomi choose not to question.

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