1 comments/ 12834 views/ 0 favorites Dolphins By: MJStories In your dream, you were wearing the same baby doll chemise and g-string in which you were sleeping. You were riding at the front of a sailboat that was moving quickly over the surface of the ocean, pushed by a strong wind ... but since you were moving with the wind, there was a strange sensation of calm ... and of absolute freedom. You were standing at the very front of the boat, in the "Titanic" position. You were the only passenger on the boat, and there was no other object on the ocean in any direction as far as your eyes could see. You were completely yourself, no obligations and no burdens ... wearing only the soft, diaphanous fabric that fluttered against your bare skin. The warmth of the sun on your face and breasts was wonderful, and you opened your legs slightly to allow the breeze to fan the burning there. Maybe you stood there for a long time. You didn't know, because aside from the movement of the boat over the water and the sun and clouds through the sky, there was nothing to indicate the passage of time. You pressed your breasts forward as far as you could, held your arms out over the railing, and hooked your feet at the bottom of the rail ... flying through the air ... needing only the wind on your sails for support. Absolutely free. Eventually, you allowed your gaze to drop down to the ocean directly beneath your boat. You watched its prow slice into the water and gracefully move it aside, with only gentle ripples and foaming to detract from the oneness of the boat and the water. Then, you noticed that you were not completely alone. Your companions were a pod of dolphins that swam through the water next to you ... "just like in the movie," you thought to yourself with a smile. As you watched them, you noticed that the dolphins were incredibly sensual. And you imagined them all to be male. Virile males who were able to leap out of the water with great power and to re-enter the water with extreme grace. With just a simple motion from side to side, their tails thrust them through the water. And as you watched, you noticed their rhythm ... up and down ... in and out ... of the water. As you watched, you noticed that your hips began to move in the same rhythm. Pressing forward and moving back at the same cadence. They were visually striking, too, these dolphins. As they moved, the water flowed and shimmered over their sleek and muscular bodies. Very erotic ... very phallic. Soon, you found yourself longing to be that water ... to have these dolphins thrusting through you with the same power they used to thrust through the ocean. To hold them inside of you like the water held them ... to feel them leaping up and down between your legs. Then, the dolphins accelerated. And it was with some disappointment that you saw them moving ahead, away from your boat. Then you noticed that they seemed to be moving towards an object up ahead in the water ... an object that appeared to be a person ... a person who was me. As you approached me, your boat seemed to decelerate to slow motion ... and you watched the dolphins swim up to me. I was floating in the water: my slim, muscular torso and chest rising out of the ocean with the sea green water lapping just about my hips. As the dolphins came nearer, they seemed to grow smaller and smaller and, by comparison, I seemed to become larger ... until the dolphins were just about an inch long and swirling around my body ... swirling around my hips ... in a single, fluid movement. Hypnotically, the dolphins circled my hips and transferred their graceful, powerful movement to me. Then the dolphins and my hips merged and the dolphins became those that were printed on the tiny bikini underwear I wore. It was the light blue pair with the dolphin print that you admire so much. My hips began to move with the same motion. My body was moving powerfully, sensually, rhythmically, erotically in the ocean in the same way that the dolphins had before. And my dolphin bikini was wet and clinging to my body and revealing my cock becoming ever stiffer and ever larger and always moving with the same rhythmic motion of those dolphins through the water. And now it was my cock you wanted moving up and between your legs. And when your boat finally reached me it disappeared and it was only you and I alone and floating in the blue green ocean with the sun shining overhead. The thin fabric we each wore became very wet and with a few simple motions it disappeared and now our naked bodies were pressed against each other and surrounded by the water. And we began to move with that same rhythmic pace and you felt me enter you just like you wanted those dolphins inside of you and now you had what you wanted and my cock was inside of you and your legs were wrapped around my hips and I was thrusting back and forth with the same power and grace of those dolphins and you threw your head back and felt the sun on your face and my lips on your neck and then on your breasts and after a very long time you felt your fluid flowing over my cock just like the water was flowing over those dolphins .... And then you did feel the sun on your face ... and you woke up. But you woke up right in the middle of your dream so that you remembered every part of it. You looked at the window and saw the sun just rising over the horizon. You knew it was very early in the morning and that you had a very long time before you had to get up. So you just lay there ... ... and you enjoyed the tingle as your baby-doll moved over your nipples, and you enjoyed feeling the sheet pulled tight up between your legs, and you enjoyed the slightest bit of sweat that you felt gathering over your body. Eventually, you rolled over to look at me. There I lay, on my stomach ... ... the dolphins leaping gracefully across my buns. Dolphin's Misadventure Author's Note: This is blatantly and cheerfully and unapologetically B-grade and florid, so if you start grumbling that it's not like my normal stuff or that it's a bit overdone, you have been warned. ======================== Chapter 1: Captured! After a week's searching, and increasing frustration, we finally found the pirate ship responsible for kidnapping the young women of the cluster. It was hiding very close indeed to its target; inside a vast and very dangerous asteroid cloud. Using the asteroids as cover, we slowly crept up in our two-seater fighter until, hiding from the pirate ship's sensors, we attached ourselves to the side and effected entry. Shark kissed me goodbye, picked up his blasters and slipped away down one corridor. I checked the seals on my skin-tight light-absorbing black suit one more time, settled my tool-belt around my ample hips, cinched the ammunition straps between my large but firm 38D breasts, tightened my knee-high leather boots and started off down the other corridor, knife in hand. Shark works by assault. I work by stealth. I found the first guard soon, and killed him easily and silently. I paused a moment to frown down upon him. Dressed in skin-tight leotards, there was no hiding a substantial (and, I thought guiltily, sumptuous) bulge in his pants. Larger than on most men ... The second guard was dispatched as easily and also had a magnificent swelling attached to him. The sight was starting to make me feel more than a little distracted ... I soon found myself breaking into a small room that formed the junction of four corridors. It was empty, and the other doors were closed. As I paused for two seconds before deciding which door to open, the ceiling suddenly started humming. I jumped backwards instinctively, but the door I had just come through had slammed shut. Radiation! I thought. They're dowsing me with radiation! Suddenly I felt warm in a way not coming from the air or the walls around me, and centred on my suddenly hard clitoris. I staggered, shocked by my own body, and felt my nipples traitorously tighten. Looking frantically down, I could see them starting to become visible through the thick material of my suit. I lunged for a door, desperate to kick it open and escape what I could not fight, but the humming suddenly grew louder, and deeper, and my knees buckled as heat flared in my groin. I crashed to the floor, my thighs parted, gasping at the shocking sensation of my breasts bouncing. A door opened and a guard stepped through, tall and easy and bulging, with a casual smile on his face. I wanted to kick out at him, strike at him, anything, but the warmth in my body made it impossible to coordinate on anything more than weakly scrabbling at the floor. He knelt over my hopeless body, a knife glinted in his hand and he slit my suit from neck to crotch with one easy movement. I don't have to wear panties, the suit is everything I need, and so as he pushed the cut fabric off my warm and swelling breasts he had access to all of me. Feebly I tried to push him off, but the masculinity of him made me feel weak, and when he reached out to take one breast in his hand and squeeze, I was helpless. He stood up, straddled me, and undid his pants. I stared in horrified fascination as his cock was released. It was larger, heavier and fatter than any I had ever seen and, free of its confines, swelling even more. It hypnotised me, making me moan with lust. He ran his hand over it a few times to bring it to hardness, and then knelt down between my widespread legs, pushed my knees up to my breasts to give himself even easier access and then, with no more preparation, thrust inside me. The pain that ripped through me, assaulting my system and battling for dominance with the fire that burned from my assaulted clit, threatened to overwhelm me entirely. I screamed, sobbing for mercy, as the biggest cock I had ever felt pounded into me. It only needed him five strokes to bring me to a mind-shattering climax, leaving me too disoriented to feel him slipping out but only suddenly and heart-breakingly aware of the emptiness within me. When my eyes cleared, I saw fifteen more guards walk through the doors, each tall and smiling easily, and each of them unbuckling a cock as big as each other. When the second one entered me, my body still burning from the ceiling radiation, I was so exhausted that I was relaxed and it did not hurt so much. By the time the last one entered me I was delirious and could hardly tell that it was happening, only noticing the flaring orgasms that threatened, each time, to render me unconscious. By the time they had finished none of them had cum, but I was lying in a pool of my own juices. They tied my hands and feet (completely unnecessary considering my total inability to even move my head) and carried me off. The jolting to my abused pussy, and the shaking of my untouched but still aching breasts, was too much for me, and I slipped unconscious. Chapter 2: At The Villain's Mercy... When I awoke, still sore between my legs, I was naked and tied with my arms stretched tight above my head and my legs spread with a right angle at my cunt. As my vision cleared I lifted my head to look at my naked body and gasped with horror at seeing a large laser cannon pointed straight at my spread cunt. That sound must have been somebody's symbol, for suddenly the lens at the front of the barrel flashed blue and the pale flesh between my legs lit up with a nearly blinding blue glow. It was a stimulaser. The beam pierced my clit and filled my mound with an incomprehensible burst of bright white searing pleasure. The effects were instantaneous, irresistible and utterly overwhelming. No matter how much I squirmed and wriggled, there was no escaping the insistent affections of the beam. I twisted and whined for a few more increasingly delirious seconds, but I could not stop a devastating climax of indescribable magnitude swelling and exploding between my legs, mercilessly ripping through my body like a nuclear blast. I grunted and quaked as the awe-inspiring rapture took me. My body seized and lurched in an ungainly fashion. My back arched sharply, my erect breasts thrust upwards, my teeth bared & my buttocks clenched. Warm vaginal fluids sprayed forcibly from between my legs, splashing onto the table to which I was tied. Wave after wave of pure blinding joy washed over me, and all I could do was ride it out. Finally the heady ecstasy slowly subsided. Spent from the intensity of the sensations, and lost in the jingle-jangle afterglow of the experience, I lay limp in my bindings, my eyes closed in exhaustion. Chapter 3: The Captor Revealed A low chuckle sounded as I lay, weakly recovering. "Ah, I see I have finally done it!" A terrifyingly familiar voice sounded from the shadows. "I have finally caught the wondrous Dolphin as my personal sex slave. And make no mistake; you will become mine body and soul. You can not resist the power of my toys, and will eventually give yourself to me utterly. As you move from machine to machine, carried by my surgically and genetically enhanced guards - I believe you have already noticed just part of how they have have been enhanced for my captive's pleasure - your strength will be stolen from you, your mind will be robbed of its will and your soul will be sapped of its fiery spirit until, falling under my hypnotic power, you will become my slave." Yes, it was Mr. Mortis, the cyber researcher who used his skills and talents solely for the subjugation and control of other people. He had been creating an army of mind-controlled slaves when last we met and he was defeated, but it seems that now he has been creating an army of brain-washed sexual toys. And I was to be next. I heard him approach the table on which I was laying, and then his hand caressed the sides of my head lasciviously. "We start," his intimately oily voice said, "With some orgasmafield generators." His hands left my head for a moment and then returned, to place two cold metal objects on either side of my temple. They stuck to my sweaty skin and did not feel heavy, but did not stop me moving my head in a feeble attempt to dislodge them. He chuckled. "It's so cute to see you struggle; please do, miss Dolphin, please do! I find it entertaining, and somewhat arousing, to see your pathetic efforts at defence. Know that they are useless, but the more you struggle the more effective will be my domination of your will, and the less you struggle, the faster will be your defeat. You see, you really can not win." Chapter 4: The Ordeal Begins Robot arms descended from the ceiling and clutched me about my torso as my bonds were released. My pathetic struggles were to no avail, and I was lifted through the ceiling and into another room. There I was placed in a special net, cut to fit the shape of my body exactly, so that even my still erect nipples were in holes of their own. I was left untied, but the net was so deep, and so slippery, that there was nowhere I could go. The metallic feel of it against my naked skin warned me what was to come a mere second before it was turned on. Everywhere my skin touched the net, on my legs, the edges of my pussy lips, my belly, breasts, nipples, arms and face, was suddenly afire with desire. The orgasmafield stimulasers on my temples were then turned on and I was almost instantly experiencing a mind-blowing orgasm, the mere desire turned to a sourceless explosion deep within me, wetting the net where I lay. My vaginal fluids seemed to conduct the net's bioelectric shocks deep inside my slick tunnel, and suddenly I was orgasming in earnest, the shocks playing over my vaginal walls until I passed out. I awoke in a bare cell without even a bed, just a drainage hole in the floor and a ceiling that glowed faintly to provide me just enough illumination to see without straining my eyes. There was a bowl of water waiting for me and, after spending so much in sweat and vaginal fluids, I drained the whole two litres, not thinking until afterwards that it undoubtedly had aphrodisiacs in it. It certainly tasted as though it was carefully filled with enough proteins, minerals, carbohydrates and steroids to replenish and repair me in record time. I was allowed a full night's sleep and awoke refreshed, re-invigorated and mad, but as I sat up the softly-scented smell of the sedative aphrodisiac drug chlorgasmoform filled my nostrils. The drug soon had me sufficiently aroused and dopey that I was not capable of resistance when the door opened and two guards stepped inside. One of them had a stun rifle, and the other one calmly and professionally trussed me into a shibari toy doll and slung me over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. As we passed through the door, the one with the rifle slapped me resoundingly on my rope-distorted buttocks. They took me to a room that contained adjustable metal cuffs attached to a wall in front of an array of ten stimulaser nozzles. They attached me in a stretched-out X shape, facing outwards, with the nozzles carefully aimed at my cunt. For some reason, the orgasmafield generators were removed from my head before they left. The lasers did not work up steadily, or even act with any subtlety, but instead assaulted me from the start with as much force as they could muster, bathing my clit in the most intense stimulation it had ever received. But, cleverly, I was robbed of my orgasm as I was on the verge of receiving it, and hung gasping from my restraints, wide-eyed with shock. Before I could compose myself again, the brutal assault continued. Again and again I was aroused and then left, over and over until I was screaming, begging, for release. Then, to add more humiliation, the same fifteen guards who had yesterday gang-raped me walked into the room and stood about, grinning at me and standing unmoved by the sight of a lust-crazed, restrained, naked woman weeping, begging, pleading them for her moment of satisfaction. Finally the lasers tipped me over the edge into the most mind-blowing release yet, jetting vaginal fluids so hard that they splashed back from the floor, reaching the height of my knees. I was unconscious as they carried me to the next room, where I was shackled on my knees, held up by a collar suspended from the ceiling, my hands held behind me and my pelvis thrust forwards by my ankles while a single laser tortured me with subtlety for two hours. Again I was unconscious as I was placed astride a cold metal machine that stretched my legs out tight, my arse thrust in the air, my breasts swinging free and my arms stretched forwards, held to the ground by more metal cuffs, as two lasers played one each upon my pussy and my arse for an hour of brutal orgasm after orgasm. When I awoke the next time I was lying in the cell again, another bowl of water awaiting me, and my skin cleaned and oiled in sweet-smelling oils that left my head spinning. The sounds of erotic couplings played through the room, not loud but insistent, a whole orgy played out for my benefit as I tried and failed to sleep. Chapter 5: Fateful Images The machine they took me to this time was in the form of a U, the inside of which was lined with small stimulaser barrels, dildo sized and shaped. I was made to stand above it, my hands manacled behind me and my feet shackled to chains that held them a certain distance on either side of the machine. If I sat, the barrels would injure me - if I bent my knees so that my pelvis was not in the direct path of every single stimulaser, I would be unable to hold the pose for long. I was trapped by myself as well as by the chains, and therefore more degraded by it. For some reason I was gagged before the guards left, and even more bizarrely, the lights dimmed almost to nothing. What, I wondered, were they playing at? Then the stimulasers fired, and the chamber was filled with their bright blue glow. This was not the savage erotic assault, expected from ten lasers, or even the subtle manipulations of previous machines. No, instead it was just a steady, grinding arousal, the ten barrels not all targeted at clip or arse but burning from the top of my mons to the edge of my anus in one sweep of relentless eroticism. I knew what they were intending, or at least I thought I did. To grind me down, the burning in my nether regions slowly equalled by the ache in my taut thighs until my endurance gave out and my mind went grey with unbearable pleasure, a blank slate up on which they would write a personality of their choosing. Then a screen in front of me, one whole wall, flickered on and started playing the video from a security camera. Shark! There he was, bursting into the room, guns blazing a trail of death among the guards foolishly standing in his way. Why hasn't he come to rescue me? Then, as if on cue, a harpoon, not a laser that would be absorbed by his uniform or a bullet that would bounce off, but a cutting harpoon, exploded onto screen and struck my lover full in the chest, ripping straight through him, exploding out his back in a welter of blood. An anguished scream was torn from me, stopped by the gag, and as tears sprang to my eyes the first orgasm came, exploding from my pelvis and smashing through my body. Again and again the reel played, and again and again orgasms came, each one punctuating Shark's death exactly. The violence, the despair and the sexual assault upon my senses become too much and my knees buckled, not caring about the barrels below me. Yet they stopped firing and the two beneath me retracted as I fell, so that I landed on smooth metal. Then the chains holding my ankles suddenly tightened, yanking my legs outwards until they were stretched tight and my pelvis was held hard against the machine. The two retracted barrels extended again and thrust into me, exactly placed to enter me without discomfort. This was why they were so perfectly dildo sized, this was their intent from the beginning. They all started firing again as the film kept on playing, and the stimulaser radiation deep inside me was far more potent than any that had previously played over my lust-wracked, feminine body from outside. With each death, a more potent orgasm than I had ever before experienced and, incredibly and indescribably, each one mounted until, as I finally passed out, two jets of milk spurted from my stimulaser-targeted nipples, spraying high into the air. Chapter 6: Despair Compounded When I recovered I was lying in the cell again. The water I drank immediately to replenish the raging thirst in my body, all the moisture lost through sweat and vaginal fluids and milk. I hurt all over, but no more so than in my mind. My Shark was dead, I was abandoned and had no reason to live. I wept quietly into the empty bowl, training conserving moisture that I did not care to keep. The inhumanity of the situation left me even unable to feel angry. I no longer even cared to resist for the sake of resistance: I was drained of all will to live and could no longer care what they did to me; my body was now theirs to use as they willed, a tool that I felt only remotely connected to. Any stimulation they cared to give would bypass my mind, now, and leave me madly humping in the throws of fake lust. When they came for me they merely held me down while they placed orgasmic pacification devices, meant to keep someone too weak with arousal to move far or fast, upon my buttocks, inner thighs, and abdomen. Whey they left them off my breasts I do not know. When they had left I did not have long to wait before the devices, attached too firmly to my skin for me to remove without seriously damaging myself, began to make me feel excited and lethargic. They must have tuned them for unconsciousness instead of just pacification, for the lethargy spread until I was barely able to keep either my eyes open or my legs shut. My thoughts were clouded, I could no longer concentrate and I was soon dreaming vague, erotic dreams. Chapter 7: Dolphin Defeated Once more I regained consciousness in a different room, but this time I was strapped to a table on my back once more, legs held out in a full horizontal split, arms stretched above my head and, from the feel, two orgasmafield generators placed on my breasts in addition to the devices already, and still, on my body. I lay passively, waiting for their attentions, leaving my body in their hands. "I see you have finally given in," That familiar, oily, voice said. "That is very wise of you, and was only a matter of time. After all, no mortal woman can hope to withstand so much pleasure without finally admitting that she desires it to continue so much that she will be a slave to its source for ever more." Suddenly, my mind twisted. All the rage that should have sustained me past Shark's death boiled up inside me, warping me with hate and anger and the desire for revenge. I convulsed against the bindings, but they were far too tight for me to even shake them. "Ah! You are fighting! Good. That is very impressive, and yet not so unexpected for someone of your obvious strength of character. It is indeed a pity, though, when you consider just how much you are denying yourself through this foolish refusal to give into my plans. I can see that the energy has drained from your supple body, that your nubile limbs are weak and that your trembling lips only herald the vulnerability of your position. Indeed, your ripe body truly is ripe for my picking." As he spoke, I felt the pacifiers slowly turn on, making me even weaker and, in my tightly restrained and defenceless position, the bondage combined with the pacifiers and the relentless experiences I had just gone through combined to take me close to another powerful climax with very little extra intervention. Then the orgasmafield generators on my breasts started to make the mammaries I was so proud of swell even larger, my always sensitive nipples grow, the cool air in the room making them ache with desire. Dolphin's Misadventure His words continued, suddenly mellow in a way that only a computer could make his voice. "After all, my readings suggest that you're enjoying yourself there, so why not enjoy yourself some more? Give in; have your pleasure deliberately, instead of this tiresome fighting against the inevitable. You seem to have been enjoying yourself; from your performance in front of my guards, I'd say that you have even been longing for a man inside you. But no; you continue to resist me, and approach a climax not of your making. "But no! Who am I to complain? After all, it will be a simply wonderful sight. Imagine the pleasure swelling until you can no longer resist, finally you succumb. A low groan of abject submission escapes your lips. Wetness appears at your nipples and crotch. You bite down hard as waves of pleasure overwhelm you. Your body jerks and heaves involuntarily as the peak consumes you mercilessly! Then, covered in sweat, you lie limp in your bindings, the last spasms of your humiliation quake through you and it begins anew, each time the same, each time more and more under my control." Damn him! The vividness of the picture he was painting drove me to another silent orgasm, but this one the most wretched and debasing of them all, because he personally had instigated it while I was resisting him. I wept with frustration, but could do nothing about it. Sobs wracked my whole body, but the merciless Mortis did nothing. I was finally broken. With the pacifiers and orgasmafield generators continuing their remorseless work upon my shattered body, I pleaded for him to take me, I expressed my eternal subservience and my desire for him to ravish my body, to take me and dominate me and do what he wished. Alas, knowing how complete his victory would be if he left it just a little while longer, Mr. Mortis had gone. But so too had my bonds, and I no longer had the total, immovable confinement that had given me satisfaction from the subtly insistent ministrations of the machines that clung to my heaving, sweat-slick flesh. Desperate for release, I reached down between my legs and began to stroke myself. Writhing against the table, I nurtured my pleasure like a small campfire. The flame responded, and soon a bright glow filled my loins. It felt so good, but it wouldn't rest until it found its full release. It wasn't long before the flame had grown into a raging furnace between my legs. My bottom squirmed and my legs flailed and kicked, until finally the pleasure began to crest and peak... Suddenly the pleasure exploded in a mighty blast, sending a powerful quake through my body, and creating a wave of indescribably intense sparkling joy which washed over every nerve in my body, bathing me in its merciful light! As the tide crashed and then slowly receded, the sparkling sensations lingered and were joined by a warm wet glow emanating from between my legs. The combined sensations were divine, and my mind became lost in the pleasure. Unable to process the intensity of the sensations, my mind simply melted, and surrendered to the waves of glowing pleasure. Somehow, in my fading mind, unconsciousness and the pleasure became one and the same. As I surrendered myself to the pleasure, I surrendered myself to oblivion. I hardly noticed, as I slipped under, that Mortis' victory was now complete. The pacifiers and orgasmafield generators had slipped off my body, no longer working, even before his voice had ceased. It had not been their effects after all that had driven me over the edge once again, but my own loosed and raging libido. I had lost entirely, and now not only was I crushed in spirit but in body, and responded to shame, humiliation, control and degradation in the same way I used to respond to love. My final resistance had been the key to my final defeat. Chapter 8: Slavery Awaits Mortis, my master, who has control over my most innermost thoughts, has returned to me. He has returned me to each of the machines on which my will was broken, starting with the room in which his guards ravished me. Again they returned, but this time I welcome them with open legs and open lips, and each one came within me and each time one came, so did I. My lips nether and fore were stretched by their enhanced cocks, and the salt-sweet taste of their cum filled my throat again and again. Each time Mortis would return and carry me to the next location, patting and groping my perfectly upturned ass shamelessly. Between sessions he left me tightly bound, presenting such a neat package that he would be unable to resist the temptation to grope my helpless nubile form. I squirmed in mock resistance for him, my feminine whimpers enhancing the experience. Eventually I grew tired of the machines and wanted to be taken by a real man again, but it was his will that I was to travel the full path of my submission before once again he entered me with first his tongue, then his fingers, then his fist and then his cock, even larger than his fist. The relaxation necessary to enable him to slide inside me left me so weak that I could barely even move to squirm beneath him. But squirm I did, humping with abandon, coming and coming in his arms. Finally, exhausted, I collapsed, covered in a mix of both our sexual juices. Driven wild by the sight of a helpless unconscious heroine, he took advantage of the situation to massage every inch of my torpid form at length. As I lay in my after-glow stupor, he smoothed aphrodisiac oils into my naked ass and bullet-shaped breasts. My moans of semi-conscious acquiescence especially exited her, and soon he once again covered me in streams of his thick white cum. Chapter 9: Public Display When I awoke, lying in my cell with the bowl of water by my head, a guard entered and informed me that I was to be paraded in front of Mortis' other conquests. I stood meekly as my hands were tied behind my back, a ball-gag was inserted in my mouth and thick leather straps were used to bind my arms tightly to my side, and my breasts to stop them bouncing. I was surprised when they added more straps around my thighs, the flesh squeezing out between them, but accepted it as Mortis' will. The guard threw me over his strong shoulder and carried me for what seemed like half an hour through corridors in the ship until we entered out upon the stage of a small arena filled with women. They were all lying on wide couches curved slightly to stop them rolling off. They were all wearing panties, but some had their breasts uncovered, usually so that devices could be more easily attached to their nipples. Some of them had stimulaser barrels pointed at their crotches, some had bulges as of inserted dildos under their panties, some were wearing orgasmic pacification devices, some had orgasmafield generators planted about their bodies. All of them were in some way being stimulated by machines. All of them were moaning sensuously, a sound that spread out in an aural blanket of steamy eroticism, making my nipples hard, my thighs wet and my mind swirl with desire. Mortis was awaiting me on the stage, smiling lasciviously. His smile grew broad as he saw me carried in and deposited on an almost upright rack facing the rest of the women. As I scan their faces I see that most of them were the women kidnapped in the month before Shark and I arrived to hunt for them. Mortis turned to the auditorium and raised his arms. Suddenly, the air is filled with the anguished sounds of a large group of women denied stimulation in the middle of a rising orgasm. Eyes focus, unsteadily, and then breath as one in ecstasy as they recognise their master standing before them. I can feel their eyes pass to me, and ask the hungry question Who is she? And will I be allowed to play with her while my master watches? Mortis slowly lowers his arms, capturing their complete attention. "My slaves," He said in a voice that dripped honey, " We have a new member of our stable. She came as a heroine, trying to rescue you. Do you want to be rescued, my dears?" There was a rising wail of denial, each woman begging to be allowed to stay, to be allowed to serve Mortis for all time. The sound of lust in the room made my head spin, and I nearly blacked out. When I could focus again, Mortis had shed his cloak and was slowly unbuckling his suit. The silence was a palpable thing, until Mortis himself cleared his throat. "Remove her bindings," he said to the guards, "And chain her again spread-eagled." Slowly the guards lowered the rack until it was not far from horizontal. They removed the leather straps, making me feel more naked than I had before and, taking firm hold of my wrists and ankles, spread me out so that my legs and my arms were stretched towards the corners of the rack and I was held taut in the middle. Slowly, from the auditorium, comes the rustling sound of women expectantly shifting position. This, I realise, they must have seen before, as each one of them went through the same process. The fact that I was not special in my treatment made me feel grateful, rather than demeaned; I could not be any longer demeaned, but only aroused. Mortis slowly stripped, his massive cock near full aroused, and then stepped between my legs, the rack retracting to allow him access. I sighed and closed my eyes, but he did not slide straight inside me; instead, he rubbed the head over my lips and then slowly rubbed himself until, with me twisting in despair beneath him, he shot his cum over me, what felt like a gallon of hot, thick, sticky fluid splashing onto my belly, my breasts, my nipples, my throat and my face. He moaned in satisfaction and the sensation was enough to make me join him in cumming, spraying my own juices out onto his legs, so strong has my orgasm become since he started teaching me in the first days of my training. He turned towards the guards. "Pick three," he told them, and within seconds three of the women from the auditorium were selected and, unchained, eagerly ran onto stage, each of them possessed of orgasmafield generators on their thighs and breasts. As one bent down before Mortis to clean him with her tongue of any sexual fluid, from either one of us, the other two bent over me to give me the same task. Their orgasmafield generators were still turned on, and as the fields washed over me I started to orgasm again, their insistent, demanding tongues spurring me on towards ever more bursts of intense white-hot pleasure ripping through my stretched-taut body. When the women had done their work and left, not without paying lingering attention to my nipples and to the hairless cleft between my legs, Mortis had dressed again and was standing tall and noble with his cape about him. He tipped his head towards me, and began to speak. "Dolphin! You have become the newest member of my harem, and there are privileges that go with your position. But there are also duties, and one of them is to become, in turn, the plaything of my guards. That will start now, and continue for the next week until you will return to my bed." Whatever my master wanted pleased me, and so I waited in delighted anticipation for the first guard to approach me. Then, unexpectedly, as Mortis was raising his hand to beckon towards the first of my partners, his head exploded in a gout of blood and flame. Suddenly, vividly, my mind was swamped by the image of Shark's death at the hand of the harpoon, and over and over again I saw it played out, but this time with no orgasmic accompaniment, no enforced pleasure or even remembered thrill; instead I saw his armour part like water, the blood spray with a vividness unlike Mortis' head, and his expression not change under his mask as he was thrown backwards, feet somehow absurdly unmoved by the force of his movement. They had faked the footage. They had created an artificial tape and shown it to me in order to break my spirit, and they had succeeded, but they had not counted on Shark returning for me. Battling his way through the guards, confronted with ever-increasing weaponry, he had eventually been forced to return to the ship, and had then been forced to leave without me. But he had returned, and this time won through. Suddenly my vision cleared, and I was back in the auditorium, tied naked to a rack. The bindings abruptly released, I hit the deck in a defensive posture, my old instincts returned in full, and I vomited at the thought of my delight of Mortis. My uniform and weapons landed beside me, and above me I heard the most beautiful voice in the world say "Dress. We'll be leaving now." Looking up, tears in my eyes, I saw the guards splayed about the room nonliving, the women in the auditorium sobbing, the shock unchaining them from Mortis' brain-washing and restoring them to health, and not a single piece of machinery working. Above us, emergency lighting burned dimly. My lover had shorted out the entire ship in order to get to me. Chapter 10: Joyful Homecoming I reclined in my co-pilot's chair on board our hidden fortress, strapped down with ropes around my wrists behind me and by broad leather straps around my belly, and my breasts so that each one was compressed from top and bottom and bulging forward, erect nipples proudly high above my chest. We had taken advantage of all the bondage training that Mr Mortis had given me, and Shark had bound me in various positions, and tormented me with hand-held stimulasers, and groped and caressed and fondled me until we were both so mad with desire that we couldn't stand it any longer. Then I had begged him until even his iron will had been unable to resist, and he had quickly bound me anew to my chair and plunged his entire hand into my pussy, stretching me, if possible, even more than the gigantic cocks of the genetically engineered guards had done, pumping in and out until I had cum with a mind-shattering orgasm, my scream of pleasure reverberating throughout the entire fortress. Then my beloved Shark had unstrapped me from the chair but left my arms bound and, naked, lain back in his captain's chair and pulled me on top of him, spearing me on the gigantic cock that nature had blessed him with. I writhed on top of him, impaled, gasping with lust and head-spinning arousal. There wasn't room for my legs on either side of him in the chair so without the use of my arms I could not ride him as I wished, and was helpless as he controlled my petite body with his sturdy, muscular arms and large hands, squeezing my breasts as I panted helplessly, pulling me up and down on his mighty shaft and teasing me mercilessly until I pleaded him for release, and when he gave it to me he also came inside me like a rocket, almost lifting me off him with the force of his cum, driving my orgasm even higher until I collapsed on top of him and knew no more. It seemed that there might be something we had to thank Mr Mortis for after all!