5 comments/ 25895 views/ 19 favorites Hijacked By: MagicMarie Elaine's heart quickened as she approached the group of men before her. She could hear their laughter and feel their eyes raking over her. Normally she would have stopped and chatted, returned the favour and got their hearts racing instead but today she had better places to be. She had received a message telling her her ship was loaded and ready to depart. She walked past them without slowing down, only sparing them a quick glance from under her dyed-blue hair. Once past Elaine made sure to sway her hips, bringing a smile to her face as wolf whistles followed the twenty two year old down the walkway. The swaying wasn't their only incentive, the skin tight vac-suit covering every inch of her body from the neck down left nothing to the imagination. She wasn't the only one though, the high tech outfit was all but mandatory for space pilots. Providing protection from the forces the occupation could subject the human body to, skin tight and in the case of Elaine at least, achingly erotic. Although not for the first time it occurred to her the men's suits came with far more padding, offering a good degree more privacy than the female counterpart. Continuing around the corner she slipped into the hangar, this one housing multiple cargo ships of similar size to hers. Even among the bustle of the busy spaceport her eyes were drawn towards the backside of another pilot, her vac-suit glinting blue in the dim light in contrast to Elaine's own red suit. Getting closer she noticed the girl in blue was piloting a Spark, the same outdated ship as her own. The girl turned on the spot, standing up from her cockpit and dropping backwards into the pilots seat. As she stretched upwards to grab the canopy to lower and seal it their eyes met and they shared a knowing smile, the main reason to own a Spark. Best kept secret in the universe. Elaine continued on to her own ship, opening the canopy and content the cockpit configuration was as she left it dropped into the seat and let the reactive material mould itself to match her body. Registering her return the cockpit internals lit up, displaying a new message received. Raising an eyebrow Elaine reached up and tapped the screen, hoping for more work opportunities and instead being greeted by the message "Watch out for Tanglers, whore." Deleting the anonymous message with a curse, Elaine forcefully grabbed the canopy and pulled it down for privacy as she rested her head in her hands. Tanglers were a story made up by bigoted old men who thought women should stay and home, cook, clean and make babies. Certainly not work as Astronauts. Tanglers were reputed to stow aboard ships, a mass of tentacles leaping out mid-flight and ravaging the young girls piloting them. Complete nonsense, but the fact someone had singled her out to receive the message unsettled her. Taking a deep breath Elaine regained her composure, slotting her arms and legs into the metallic cylinders around her. One for each limb, ending at her elbows and knees and serving to hold the pilot in place during manoeuvres and more importantly keep their hands and feet on the controls. Not thinking twice about this ritual she tapped a button by her hand and the cylinders sealed shut, leather straps sliding down from behind either shoulder, crossing over her chest and locking in either side of the seat. For a final touch, Elaine leant her head back and let the ship add it's part to the vac-suit. A helmet descended down over her head, sealing with the suit. The cockpit was pressurised, but it never hurts to be safe. Fully strapped in and immobile, something else Elaine found erotic came to mind. A smirk crossed her face as she thumbed the engine start and requested permission to depart. The permissive response came almost instantly from the automated system and Elaine fired up the Spark's engine, a strong vibration passing through the whole ship. Her heart quickened at the sound, thoughts of sensations to come and a new moistness joining it. A conditioned response. The autopilot guided her out of the dock and into a clear path away from the orbiting station before aligning itself to the next stop and with a gesture of confirmation from the pilot set off at full speed. Back inside the cockpit, the vibrations from the engine multiplied tenfold. Restrained and strapped to the pilot's chair Elaine let out a quiet moan as she pressed herself down onto the adaptive material, letting it intimately mould itself to her shape and transfer the vibrations exactly where she wanted them. Nobody around to see her. Only a delivery run, no need to hurry. A shuddering moan escaped Elaine. Best kept secret in the universe, why so many women worked in the profession. The red vac-suit tightened around her body, turning her on even more as she grinded herself into the harshly vibrating seat. The canopy above had switched into privacy mode at her earlier request, filling her vision with a reflection of her own body squirming in bondage. Trembling as another wave of pleasure passed through her, the loudest moan yet escaped into the confines of her helmet. The orgasm hit her petite body like a freight train, filling her vision with stars. Arching out of the chair as far as possible in the bonds Elaine screamed in pleasure as the Galaxy's most expensive sex toy pushed her to the edge of consciousness. Sinking back down into hear seat, legs squeezed tightly together Elaine readied herself to start again just as the engine cut out. The sudden silence brought her back to reality, trying to ignore the wetness between her legs she glanced around the cockpit in the hopes of finding the source of the disturbance. Instead she found something that turned her blood cold. Cameras were dotted around the cockpit and all focused on her. Small and on tiny arms extending from behind various panels. They must have emerged while she was... distracted... and seen everything. Quickly hitting the restraint release by her trapped hand she made to reach for the nearest camera to her, only to discover they hadn't released. The straps crossing between her chest withdrew but her helmet and bonds remained, leaving her arms and legs trapped and her helpless. Taking deep breaths Elaine tried to stay calm, if anyone wanted that footage they would have to come and retrieve it from the ship itself. That meant she didn't have to worry about becoming an overnight porn star just yet. The Spark was still drifting idly forward but wasn't responding to her controls. Next came noises from around her, the groaning of metal and something else moving around behind her. Stories of Tanglers came to her mind and she became even more conscious of the cameras watching her every move. Tensing up her toned body against the metal holding her captive she tried to see if she could break free as the sounds overtook her and surrounded her. Quickly abandoning the idea of breaking the ship's hold on her the young pilot collapsed limp in her chair, breathing hard inside the enclosed helmet. The sound of movement stopped, Elaine desperately searched her senses for any hint of what was happening around her. Their only answer offered was a drop of her own wetness running down her leg and the pounding of her heart. Feeling a tightening sensation around her knee Elaine looked down and stifled a scream at seeing a tentacle climbing its way up her leg, having already surrounded the metal binding and circling her thigh. More appeared, closing in on her from all directions. At a glance the tentacles themselves seemed to be secreting some sort of clear liquid, already covering her leg and giving the vac-suit a reflective shine. The tip of the first tendril had already secured her thigh and the others had reached helpless form too, gently wrapping around her upper arms and one running across her breasts seemingly searching for something. Elaine gritted her teeth in frustration as her nipples rose to meet the unwanted affections. The enjoyable sensation causing her to flinch. The moment she moved the previously gentle tentacles across her body tightened painfully. Biting back the urge to cry the young woman furiously hammered on the restraint release as her vision blurred with tears. This was planned, the message, the cameras, her losing control of the ship and now this monster. Elaine promised herself she wouldn't scream. She wouldn't give the bastards the satisfaction. As the alien creature continued to grip her body it's victim was grateful she could neither feel the texture of the thing nor smell it due to her space-garb, a small mercy in an otherwise very bleak situation. Another tentacle appeared, this time appearing between her separated knees and making its intentions very clear as it relentlessly advanced on her sex. Spotting it's approach through the visor of her helmet Elaine tried futile to pull her crotch out of the way, the vac-suit was still in place but she wasn't about to encourage the thing trying to rape her. As before, the movement caused the organic bonds to tighten further around her body. More tentacles appeared, moving faster than she could follow and wrapped themselves firmly around her waist and until now ignored thigh. After firmly securing her lower body the advance resumed. It's tip pressed up between her legs, sliding left to right gently probing for an entrance. As it came into contact with her entrance Elaine flinched again, her own arousal and the nature of the vac-suit giving her a cameltoe through the tight fitting material. Pressing hard into the gap, the Tangler passed her lips as the flexible vac-suit stretched to accommodate the intruder and only stopping after a short journey. It continued to press against the obstacle for a short while before quickly choosing a different tact. Yet more tendrils appeared from within the cockpit and began intimately searching the entirety of her body in search of a gap in her skin-tight armour. Primeval panic rose in the pilot's chest as one lone appendage wrapped itself around her throat and tightened, cutting off her breathing. She would have thrashed desperately in her bonds had she not been completely immobilised by her attacker. Somewhere in the back of her terrified mind a voice told her that this was the better way, this way she would be dead before she experienced what was coming. As this morbid thought started to settle in her consciousness she was pulled back to reality by a pop and a hiss as her helmet removed itself without help from the Tangle or herself. The alien had found the chink in her armour it was looking for. The sickly-sweet smell of her assailant reached her senses, sending her mind reeling from the tailor made fragrance designed to read her for what was coming. To her horror Elaine's body wasted no time in betraying her, the wetness between her thighs returned with a vengeance and her breasts swelled eagerly against the vac-suit and alien holding them in place. She regained her senses just in time to clench her jaw against the assembled tendrils diving in for the kill, most pressing hard against the vac-suit's seal around her neck and slowly but surely breaking the pressure seal and worming their way underneath her only defence. Another firmly wrapped around her neck, tightening as the other pressed against her teeth. The attacker's intentions were obvious. The full sized reflection of her struggling form above her confirmed what her senses were telling her, the writhing forms were moving down her body squeezed between her and her second skin. They pressed forward relentlessly, crossing her stomach and moving ever onwards. The first one arrived between her legs and aided by her own treacherous body gently slid up to her entrance before pausing as if waiting for something. She remained still and kept her jaw clenched still refusing to give her audience any satisfaction beyond her panicked breathing as another tendril slid down her back, the feel of the creature on her bare body making her skin crawl. The one in front of her face moved back away from her mouth in anticipation. The third reached its destination, slowly probing for her back entrance. Expecting it to stop short again Elaine was caught off guard as it violently penetrated her asshole, pain shot through her body and before she knew it Elaine cried out. Lightning fast the one before her face leapt down her throat. Fear rose in her chest as she gagged, choking on the intruder and struggling to breathe. Elaine writhed in her restraints and the tendrils covering her body tightened sharply. Sensing her distress the Tangler withdrew from her throat just enough to allow her to breathe. Barely able to believe what was happening to her, the captive watched with horror as the tentacles now inside her grew. Before now they hadn't been any bigger than what she had experienced already, Elaine whimpered around the tendril gagging her as they grew, stretching her to her limit. A tearing sound reached her ears as the abused vac-suit gave way, coming away from her and leaving her torso exposed. Without waiting the tentacles adapted to the extra space provided and started in with strong, powerful thrusts into the young woman's body. Thanks to the scent controlling her mind the pain of the encounter quickly faded and Elaine started to find pleasure in the moment. With her arms and legs still bound the alien was playing with her like a puppet, forcing her to arch her back and pressing her head back into the chair. Even without understanding why the tentacles were thrusting into her, somewhere in her addled brain she knew it was sexual. In defiance of the quickly fading horror of the encounter, Elaine's own wetness was mixing with the slime covering the Tangler. Each thrust throwing her entire body back and forth in its bonds. believe Pleasure started to overtake the pain, the unwilling victims muffled whimpers of pain turned into contented moans . The last of her sobriety screaming in disbelief as she started bucking her hips with the rhythm of the alien. Her tongue started instinctually working the intruder in her mouth, each gasped breath between its movements drawing more of the aphrodisiac into her lungs. She wanted this. She needed this. Now both her mind and body were in agreement, begging for release and desperate to be used. She wasn't a person anymore, she was only an alien sex toy. Elaine was hardly inexperienced, but within moments she was moaning louder than ever as she helplessly rode the tentacles. The most intense orgasm of her life tore through her brain, taking with it the last of her consciousness. Without even registering her reaction, the creature kept on working the young woman's body. Completely lost to the moment Elaine was verging on another when the metal restraints holding her in place released and she was pressed hard against the canopy above her. She once again came violently as each thrust rubbed her nipples against the cold, reflective surface. The forgotten cameras moved and focused, capturing the whole ordeal as even the tentacles tensed up and painfully squeezed the entirety of the captive's body. Her cry of ecstasy was quickly silenced as the Tangler released its own load, a thicker white substance filling Elaine's orifices and overflowing into the cabin. The alien shuddered once more, sending one last jolt of pleasure before pulling back from its victim. It gently lay her exposed form in a puddle of their combined juices in the chair, where she lay exhausted, drained, docile, fulfilled and dripping alien fluids. The last of the Tangler disappeared back behind the ships panels and beyond the canopy a large pirate vessel was closing in, the crew excitedly watching the live feed from the cameras. Elaine could only watch it's approach exhausted as she swallowed the last of what had been left in her mouth and gasped for breath, her faithful vac-suit rebuilding itself around her and sealing her in with what hadn't made it to her mouth. Hijacked "What's good for the earth and all that." "I often wondered how that worked," the young man behind the counter of the diner just south of Santa Fe said. He was leaning over the counter, having delivered Andy's breakfast, but not all that anxious to move on. Andy was a real looker. A regular Paul Newman, but with more muscle. And the young man behind the counter had his interests. Besides, the looks he was getting back indicated that the trucker, Andy, had similar interests. "Yeah, gotta do what we can to keep the environment clean," Andy said. He had been trained well to parrot his company's policies, but he did, in fact, support keeping the environment as clean as possible. Sadie, the older woman behind the counter, snorted in passing, "Ya mean getting the environment back to clean don't ya, sweetie. Make up for decades of screwing it up." She nudged the man behind the counter, "There's an order needing taken at the end of the counter, Stan, if you can get your eyeballs back into your head." As Stan reddened and scurried off, she turned to Andy. "Top off that coffee, sweetie?" She didn't have any objection to hunks herself. "Yeah, thanks," Andy said, as the man behind the counter moved to the far end of the barstools. There was a young guy, some sort of mixed breed perched on a stool down the counter. Some part white in him, Andy thought, but something else. Native American? Hispanic? Whatever it was, it was a good mix. He was kind of small, but well formed and with a real good face. Andy wouldn't mind getting his dick into that one. And the glance the young guy gave him after he'd given his order to the counter man indicated interest too. Andy smiled a bland smile back. He didn't have to be the one on the make. He had no trouble picking guys up on the road to fuck silly in the compartment behind his cab. He knew he looked like Paul Newman and was hung. While eyeballing the honey at the end of the counter—well both of them; the mixed breed perched on the stool and the guy behind the counter, although, of the two the mixed breed was the winner—and being eyeballed in return, it hit Andy that something seemed a bit strange. Then he figured out what it was. When he'd seen the mixed breed walking across the windows outside before entering the diner, he'd been chatting with three other guys. Where were they? Andy looked around the diner and saw that the three were over at a table. A surly lot, he thought. He must have been mistaken about the really sweet-looking mixed breed having been with them. They looked like ranch hands just off a cattle drive, and looking for trouble. Sadie had made a pass at serving them coffee but had backed out of their aura as fast as she could. She was at the end of the counter now, pouring for the small mixed breed. They exchanged a few words and then she turned and called down the counter to Andy. "You driving that fancy rig out there? Guy here asked about it, but I was curious too." "Yeah, that's mine," Andy said. His semitrailer was parked across the parking lot, all gleaming silver. "Guy here says he ain't seen nothing that fancy around here before. Neither have I. He said that's got to have the biggest compartment behind the cab he's ever seen." "Yep, it's a special model," Andy answered. "My home away from home. And the truck's a new-fangled design. Anderson's producing a few hybrid semi trucks now to see how they go. My company's motto is 'Anything for the Environment,' so I'm helping to test a hybrid model to see how it copes with hard hauls like the one from Santa Fe to Phoenix. So far so good. Good mileage for a semi, fewer emissions, and it's pullin' OK so far." "What'yer hauling this trip?" the counter man asked. "Electronic gear. TVs and computer monitors mostly. Taking them from Santa Fe to Phoenix." Sadie snorted, "So much for the environment. Fancy earth-friendly truck haulin' ozone killers." Andy was about to respond to that, when there was a growl from across the room. The three dusty cowboys wanted to order. Sadie pulled a pencil out of her hair and a notebook out of her pocket and sauntered off across the room. Andy finished his coffee, tossed his money down on the counter, and went to the head to take a piss before going back on the road. He was standing at the urinal, pissing a strong arc onto the porcelain wall when he heard the bathroom door open. He turned his head a bit as the good-looking mixed breed entered and sidled up to the urinal beside him. The young guy unzipped and turned and gave Andy a grin. He then lowered his eyes to Andy's urinal. Andy turned a bit to give the dude a good look at his package. He was proud of it—and had every right to be proud of it. The other guy gave a little gasp, and Andy had to move a bit to his right, afraid that the mixed breed would piss on his pant leg in his loss of control at seeing how Andy was hanging. The truck driver might have said something, as the come on seemed pretty obvious and the little guy was a really nice piece—and was equipped pretty well too. He was half hard just from looking at what Andy was packing, and Andy was about to give him an even better look, when the bathroom door opened again and the man behind the counter entered. The idea of a threesome—all the signals had been there—raced through Andy's mind. But he didn't really have time for this, and he was a bit worried what that Sadie would say when the three had been in the head for some time. She had a mouth on her and didn't seem to put much restraint on what she'd say at full volume. And she seemed smart enough to have caught the vibes going on between the men out at the counter. She certainly seemed to have had the number of the guy behind the counter. Andy just didn't want to endure the walk from the head to the diner door—and there was always something he could pick up on the road. He'd never had trouble that way. So, he zipped himself up, having emptied his bladder essentially before the mixed breed had entered the room, and relinquished the urinal to the counter guy. There were only two urinals. If Andy didn't back out fast, there obviously was going to be some action or some embarrassment at misreading signals. The counter guy seemed much more interested in what Andy and the mixed breed were doing than in taking a leak. Andy marched quickly through the diner and out to his fancy environmentally correct semitrailer. He had to walk around an old Mustang convertible with a faded red paint job and an even older beat-up truck that had once been a U-Haul van but had been indifferently painted over in white to get to his rig. He checked around the semi for anything that looked like it might be trouble. Finding nothing worrisome, he pulled himself up into the truck cab and drove out onto Interstate 25 for the short leg to Albuquerque through the Santo Domingo and San Felipe Indian reservations. He'd been a while checking the truck and the Mustang and van were still parked by the diner when he drove out. His mind went to the bathroom he had hastily left and to what maybe the counter man and the cute little mixed breed were still doing in there. He sighed with a bit of regret, almost sorry that he hadn't stayed for some action. It was true he could pick a guy up between here and Albuquerque, but chances were good he wouldn't be as nice a piece as that little mixed breed. It wasn't long while he was driving through the desolate sage brush area and alongside a steep ridge before he noticed that a convertible was riding his tail. The tailgater looked like a faded-red Mustang. The little piece from the diner maybe? And sure enough, not long after he noticed it, the Mustang pulled out beside him, coughing smoke out of its ass that made Andy frown. He couldn't keep the frown on very long, though. The cute mixed breed was driving and was alone in the car. Andy looked down into the open-topped convertible from his high perch in the cab and did a double take and a little swerve of the semi in his lane followed by a big grin. The little guy had his cock out of his shorts as he drove and was beating himself off. He grinned up at Andy and then let the semi surge ahead and pulled in behind it again. Now, if that wasn't an invitation, Andy didn't know what was. He'd see how interested the little guy really was. In Albuquerque, with the Mustang still hot on his tail, Andy turned west on Interstate 40, headed for his destination in Phoenix. He knew though that he was taking a break soon, because the Mustang turned onto 40 with him. Hot on my tail; tail hot for me, Andy thought. And he laughed at his joke. He had to spread his legs a bit because he'd gone very hard and his basket needed added room. He put a hand on his basket and rubbed. He was more than ready for some tail. He'd get a taste of the mixed breed after all. He turned into the first rest stop he came to and parked far back in the truck lot. The Mustang didn't follow him into the truck parking, but he'd done this a hundred times before—hook up with a guy on the road and both pull off in a rest area to rock around in the compartment behind Andy's cab. Not usually this blatantly, but he was all the harder for it the way the cute little trick was playing it. He leaned on his wheel and looked out of the driver's window until he saw the mixed breed appear and start walking toward the truck across the expanse of asphalt. A real sexy walk. Oh, yes, he wanted it. If he could go any harder, Andy would. What a sweet lookin' piece, he thought, as he climbed down from the driver's cab and opened the door to the spacious compartment behind the cab. The young man, who sometime during the process identified himself as Hector, which Andy didn't believe as he identified himself as Sam, pulled himself up into the aft compartment right behind Andy. Andy had no more time than to sit on the narrow bed in the rear of the compartment than Hector was kneeling between his knees, unzipping his pants, pulling out his hard cock, and starting to give him head. Andy leaned over and pulled the compartment door shut and then started searching around in a pouch on the side wall. Anticipating him, though, Hector pulled a condom packet out of his pocket and handed it up to Andy without losing a stroke of his mouth on Andy's cock. After several minutes of what was a really excellent blow job, Andy tore open the packet. Hector reached up and clasped Andy's hand in his and came away with the disk. He lifted his head off the cock, popped the condom disk in his mouth, and then smiled up into Andy's face before lowering his mouth again and managing to roll the condom onto Andy's cock with his teeth and tongue. Andy shuddered and gave a growl from deep in his throat. This was going to be good. The little piece really knew what he was doing. Andy rose up, grasping the small mixed breed by the waist and turned him to where Hector's back was on the bed. Andy grabbed the hem of the young man's T-shirt on either side, Hector's torso briefly rose up off the bed as Andy pulled the shirt over his head. Then he stripped Hector's shorts off and unbuckled his own pants and let them and his briefs slip down to the floor of the compartment. "You're huge, and gittin' bigger," Hector said. It came out in sort of a gaspy squeal though. "You think you can take it all?" Andy growled. "Or die trying," Hector responded. He laughed and spread and raised his legs, finding footholds on the walls of the compartment. He grabbed for the back of Andy's head with both hands, and guided Andy's face down to his. They hungrily went into a deep lingering kiss. Andy's hard cock was poking at Hector's flat belly, and the young man reached down with a hand and encased the dick and beat it against his belly as they kissed. Breaking out of the kiss, Hector growled. "Don't make me wait. Fuck me, fuck me." Andy wasn't ready yet, though, and he assumed Hector wasn't ready for the thickness of him either, so he slowly worked his mouth down the perfectly formed berry-brown torso, down to where he could swallow Hector's cock, while the young man arched his back, cupped the back of Andy's head. Andy already was working his fingers into Hector's hole, which was opening up to him nicely. "Oh shit, oh fuck. fuck me, fuck me," Hector whined as he ran his fingers into Andy's hair, pulling his head as closely into his groin as he could. "Now, now. Shit! Do it now!" he cried out. With a laugh, Andy pulled his head out of Hector's lap, raised his body over the young mixed breed's, slowly forced his cock inside the channel as Hector writhed and moaned and ran his hands inside Andy's unbuttoned shirt and up his hard-muscled torso, to grasp the truck driver's bulging pecs and then to travel on to dig his fingernails in Andy's shoulders, as Andy did it "now" . . . did it hard . . . did it deep . . . did it with increasingly possessive vigor. With a cry, Hector shot up Andy's belly. But before Andy could come, the young man was scrambling out from underneath the older man and was turning them both on the narrow bed so that Andy was on his back and Hector was crouched over him. Hector sank his mouth over the sheathed cock, scraped his teeth back up the sides, and repeated the action again and then again and again. Andy arched his back off the bed and growled, ready to come, but Hector didn't let him come. He held the older man immobile for nearly a moment, while Andy came off his high. Then Hector began working his mouth up from the cock, nibbling and licking at Andy's beefy torso. The younger man grasped Andy's biceps and pushed his arms over his head. Hector held Andy's arms over his head while he worked on Andy's nipples and Andy groaned and grunted. Andy shuddered and jerked once as he felt Hector straddle him and begin a long descent of his channel on Andy's cock again. Down Hector's hips came, as Andy moaned at the warmth of the channel and the undulation of the sweet little piece's channel muscles on his cock. Up and down. Andy gasped. This was one talented, tight channel. Up and down, and Andy gasped again. Hector rocked back and forth and sideways on the cock and Andy raised his torso in ecstasy and embraced the young man tightly with his arms. They rocked back and forth, moving Andy's cock inside the tightened channel, Andy's moans a bass, Hector's a baritone. Once more Andy's body went rigid, ready to blow, and Hector held him in suspense of movement until the urge had passed. Then Hector gently pushed Andy on his back again and restarted a slow ride of the cock. Hector's hands were gliding up Andy's arms, pushing them above his head, as Hector's tongue slurped into one of Andy's pits. Andy could feel that there was something in one of Hector's hands, but he didn't know what it was until the handcuffs had been snapped on one wrist, pulled through a metal handle bar in the side wall of the compartment, and then snapped on the other wrist. "What the shit?" the trucker muttered. "Go with it," Hector said with a low-throated laugh. "I'm going to give you the fuck of your life." Andy shuddered. The little fucker already was giving him the fuck of his life. The mixed breed swung around and pounded on the closed door and then he swung back toward Andy and began to fuck himself in earnest on Andy's cock. Andy groaned and grunted and arched his back in pleasure as the young man rose and fell on the cock and broke off from the rhythm to revolve his hips. His channel muscles were working the cock for all they were worth. Andy groaned each time Hector took it all and then held, squeezing his channel walls on the throbbing cock. Andy noisily took in his breath as Hector slowly pulled up the cock and then gasped and grunted and his pelvis jerked as Hector slammed himself all the way down again. Again and again and faster and faster. Andy gasped and muttered his, "Yes, yes, like that, there," mile-high pleasure. The sweet little piece was good . . . really good . . . the best. Andy had never picked anything this good off the road before. Andy heard the rasp of the hinges on the rear door of the semitrailer, and he turned his head in slight concern. But Hector lowered his lips onto Andy's and they went into another deep kiss. Andy didn't care under the circumstances what was happening at the back of the truck. Who the fuck cared about that junk? Sadie in the diner had been right—it was all just a scourge on the earth. All he cared about was that he was building to an explosion. And Hector had to let him have it this time. He heard the rummaging in the back of the truck. But he didn't care. He was in paradise and on his way to new levels of heaven. The explosion of his ejaculation was matched with a pounding on the compartment door, which was jerked open. An angry raspy voice yelled, "It's a bust, Pete. We gotta beat it. Get out of there." Hector was pulling himself off of Andy, while, still exhausted from the thunderous ejaculation the young man had given him, Andy wearily raised his head and managed only a, "What the fuck?" "You were great. Wish we could do it again," Hector, perched at the opening to the compartment, said. He was grinning as he pulled his shorts and T-shirt back on. "Wait. You can't leave me like—" "Here's the key to the cuffs. You can keep them," Hector said, as he flipped the key onto the floor of the compartment, well out of Andy's reach, and, with a grin, was gone. As Pete, as Andy now knew the young mixed breed to be named, dropped out of sight, Andy got the blur of a van truck speed across the opening. It was an old U-Haul truck with an indifferent slapping of white paint over it. Andy lay there for an eternity, his feelings mixed. He knew he'd been hijacked and that Hector's ardor had all been to serve that. But, god, what a beautiful brown body. And man could he fuck. A shadow fell over the open door to the compartment, and the body of a beefy young man filled the space. "Lookin' might fine like that, Andy," the young man said. He was wearing a big grin. "Always dreamed to find you this way. Would have preferred that it be after you'd fucked me, though." "What the fuck are you doin' here, Kurt?" "What a way to talk to your savior—especially seein' as how you are all trussed up like this—completely at my mercy." "What the shit happened? What'yer doin' here?" "I'm driving a load of junk to Phoenix for the company today too. Pulled into the rest stop and saw your semi with all that electronic crap out on the ground. Decided I'd check you out. Glad I did. You check out real nice." "I was hijacked," Andy said. "Yep, I can see that. Used a real nice diversion, I see. In fact, it reminds me of old times. While I'm ridin' that cock of yours, I'll be thinkin' that, if I'd used cuffs like that, I wouldn't have let you get away. I guess those hijackers were expectin' something else back there other than broken and used TVs and monitors goin' to them special incinerators in Phoenix." "They fingered me in a diner south of Santa Fe. If they'd come in a little sooner, they'd have heard me telling the waiter that this was an environmental waste trip, not a load of new electronics. Now pick up that key down there and undo me." "Think I'll just do you first, seein' as how you can't just slip away from me this time," Kurt said. He pulled the door to the compartment closed, reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom packet, and rolled the spent one off Andy's cock. "Wooie, but a load of cum you gave him," he said as he dropped the used condom on the floor. "Hope you saved some for me." Hijacked Pt. 02 The heavy thud of Captain Marcus Denham's boots echoed down the metallic hallway as tried not to hurry to the hold as he struggled to hide his interest over the newest 'acquisition'. A rare thing considering how long he had been in this profession. Bodyguards and a personal slave followed closely behind. He already knew the vid taken of her capture would be enough to make a fortune. From what he had seen the girl's looks alone would be enough to turn a tidy profit. Not to mention the dumb luck of catching her masturbating on tape and all nicely topped off with her taking to a Tangler like a duck to water. Although operating in space often required a vac-suit or something similar to increase chances of survival Denham much preferred to dress to impress, drawing inspiration from 15th century pirates. He strode around the corner, his appearance and demeanour giving the impression of elegance desired. Even though it was his intention to provide the perfect first impression, as soon as he laid eyes on the blue haired beauty he knew that he had been upstaged. This perfect specimen of the female form stood staring blankly ahead, only kept still by a crewman's firm grip on her elbow. The red vac-suit tightly gripped every shape of her body and Denham knew exactly what substance she shared the suit with. The glazed over expression betrayed how effectively the Tangler's excretions had taken control of her. Body and mind. The crewman glanced in Denham's direction "It's taking a while to wear off, Sir. But she won't be this easily influenced for long. Where do you want her?" The captain's eyes hungrily roamed the view presented to him as he considered his answer. She was too good to just give to the crew and would certainly be wasted milking the Tanglers, even if she hadn't proved a natural at it. At least for what little input the unfortunate women had in the process. So the choice was either make a fortune off of her, or keep this one for himself. Reaching out a hand, Denham rested a palm on her midriff. The response was instant as the subject in question gasped and took a shuddering breath, her whole body tensing up. "Responsive" the Captain mused, more to himself than anyone else. He moved his hand downwards, enjoying the feel of the plastic-like reflective material under his fingers and cupping her protruding sex as it pressed outwards against the red suit. He stared intently into her brilliantly blue eyes and awaited a reaction. The tension was thick with the gathered crowd, the crewmen that had brought her forward were desperately hoping she would perform so they would be rewarded. They didn't have to wait as the young woman's moan echoed loudly through the comparatively silent chamber and her eyes fluttered closed. "I wonder, are you the sort of girl that can remember these things or will you forget it all later? Maybe if you're lucky I'll take my time to explain why this is happening to you. Consider it a rare privilege." He spoke softly but a more sinister tone was hidden behind the words, a voice used to command. Even as he spoke Elaine's body visibly reacted to his tone and an unexpected rush of excitement hit Marcus. Snapping his fingers behind him he wordlessly commanded his 'assistant' to step forward from his entourage. A young woman gracefully stepped forward, balancing delicately on impossibly tall heels and subconsciously adjusting her prized and hard-earned French maid uniform. The new arrival bowed low to her owner, letting her panties show to those behind her. Marcus looked back proudly at her, suppressing a smile at her transformation to obedient whore. "Take her to my cabin and prepare her. Call me when she's... sober." The Captain moved his hand up, letting the tips of his fingers graze the length of Elaine's body and briefly stroking her cheek. He allowed himself a private smile, watching the aphrodisiac addled woman desperately crave contact before turning away abruptly and marching off. He had big plans for this one. ---- A fierce gust of wind tore over the cliff top, scaring the teenagers staring out over the ocean and the jagged rocks jutting upwards towards them. Nervous giggles encouraging more and leading to a feedback loop. The boy next to Elaine was a distant memory now, but he smiled at her and made her want to be brave. She wanted to impress. She shattered her comfort zone and took two steps and leapt from the cliff. The wind tore past her ears, adrenaline pumped through her veins and the rush of excitement took over as the ocean rushed up to meet her. ---- Elaine's mind slowly started to swim back to consciousness feeling like a return to sobriety, as the dream faded her eyes opened and her vision was filled with the view of a gorgeous young woman being held by countless tentacles as they furiously thrusted into her body. The woman twisted and turned, writhing in ecstasy moaning and screaming with abandon. With a start Elaine recognised the subject on the screen was herself prompting the memory of the previous day to come flooding back, cold dread washed over her as her other senses returned to. She quickly became aware of the chains tightly wrapped around her wrists and ankles, her arms stretched above her head and holding her off the ground, her legs hanging above the ground yet stretched out and secured with a chain to the ground keeping her naked body painfully stretched out. The corner of her vision betrayed movement as a man stepped into the light of the screen re-enacting her violation. He was dressed in a manner better suited to an ancient seagoing pirate than anyone living in space, a wry smile on his face. "Good morning. About time you woke up. I've been looking forward to meeting you." He turned his head and watched the screen for a moment before turning back "I've never seen anyone take to a tangler quite so eagerly. Like a fish to water, really." Elaine was struck with a mixture of embarrassment, shame, anger and perhaps on some level... excitement? The anger quickly won over and she steeled herself and felt defiant to spite her predicament. "Let me go. Give me my clothes and my ship. Destroy that video. In that order." Her voice holding strong. The man before her rolled his eyes, deflating Elaine immediately. "Sorry my dear, that won't be happening. For starters, we already dismantled your ship. As for releasing you? You're already a superstar. This behind me? That's a best seller." Opening her mouth to protest, he cut her off without raising his voice and letting his natural aura of command speak for itself. "Perhaps we could auction you off, if you insist? Although who knows where you'd end up..." Digging deep the bound captive met the man's eyes "I am a citizen of the space colonies. I am human. I am not property. There will be consequences. I guarantee it." She felt a flicker of hope, feeling pride in her own composure. The man stared back into her eyes silently for a minute before letting his own composure slip, doubling over with laughter and eradicating her small victory. She looked away in embarrassment. He recovered and in two strides closed the gap between them, pressing his clothed body against her naked form. She'd been bound before, but that was with past boyfriends. That was consensual. Fun. Now all she felt was vulnerable. From outside of her view his hand harshly gripped the back of her head, twisting her ear to his mouth and in a maddeningly calm tone stated "You weren't chosen by accident. We've been watching you. We've seen your browser history. This is what you want. All of those fantasies can be real; all you have to do is submit. Call me Sir. Do that and it will all be yours.." Something inside her snapped. He wasn't wrong, she did fantasise about this. But not like this. Her voice cracked as she abandoned reasoning, rasping "Fuck. You." The hand holding her head suddenly released and the man stepped back, a look of satisfaction on his face. He nodded to the darkness and out stepped perhaps the most sexual being Elaine had ever seen, tightly wrapped in a latex-esque costume resembling a stereotypical French maid. The small woman's hips swayed hypnotically as she approached with something clasped in her hand. She approached silently and the captive woman almost lost focus on her situation in the presence of such overt sexuality. As a result she failed to notice the object in this new arrivals hand before it was too late. In one smooth move she effortlessly popped the concealed ball-gag into Elaine's mouth and secured it behind her head, stepping away while looking satisfied. In the next movement the woman revealed a long lash in her other hand, quickly and mercilessly striking across Elaine's midriff. Her assailants both watched in amusement as the helpless woman shrieked into the gag and thrashed helplessly in her bonds. "One." The man calmly stated. Another strike against Elaine's midriff earned the same reaction as the man quietly counted off the blows. "Two." And continued counting. "Ten." By now Elaine hung tensely in the bonds, drool running down her chin from the gag and her teeth biting down hard on the ball. The maid reached behind her head, releasing the gag and turning to look at the man as he asked a single question, "Ready to call me Sir?" "Fuck... you." Whatever happened, she wouldn't submit willingly. It wouldn't happen; she refused to let them break her. The words had barely left Elaine's mouth before the gag was roughly replaced and secured. The whip swung through the air, this time avoiding her reddened midriff and striking her ass loudly, the sound echoing loudly through the room. In the background the recording continued to play, mocking her. "One." From her position in the chains, Elaine lost her composure to the endless rain of whiplashes falling on her backside and was reduced to helplessly whimpering into the gag. Through the haze of agony she noticed her assailants nipples had hardened and were clearly visible through the latex costume. The gorgeous bitch was turned on by this. The count of ten passed and the blows kept coming, relief only came when the man stated "Twenty." The blows stopped and once again the gag was removed and the same question was asked again. Surprising everyone in the room, Elaine included, she uttered the same answer. "Fuck. You." The gag was quickly replaced and the terrifying count of "One" began again. This time the maid directed the majority of her attacks against the captive woman's breasts and between her legs. Turning Elaine into a limp mess, drooling helplessly and shrieking loudly with every single blow. She lost herself to the endless abuse, her will gone and waiting for the next opportunity to call the man directing her torture 'Sir'. After an eternity to Elaine, the count of "Thirty" reached her. An uneasy silence settled over the metal-walled chamber, broken only by Elaine's ragged breathing as she desperately gasped for breath around the gag awkwardly filling her mouth. The bound girl flinched suddenly as a feminine hand gently stroked its way up her side to her face to be joined by its counterpart. Elaine's eyes focused in on the face of the petite woman looking at her with an unexpected sympathetic look in her eyes. The maid then quickly wiped the tears from her cheeks and drool from around the gag, taking a moment to arrange her hair in an oddly out of place gesture of kindness. Her hands moved upwards again up to Elaine's wrists, loosening the ties and bringing her arms down easily taking her weight as she fell forward exhausted and in physical agony. Her mind was snapped back to the room as new, rough hands grabbed her now free wrists and roughly pulled them behind her and reapplied the binds, painfully tightening them again and lifting her limp form, throwing her awkwardly over a nearby table. The sound of a belt buckle coming undone reached her ears but she was far too exhausted to event attempt to defend herself. Elaine lay still there helpless, accepting the inevitable as rough hands grabbed her hips and she felt the man's presence between her legs. With no concern for her comfort he plunged into her in one thrust, making her bite down hard on her gag as her body clenched tightly onto her assailant. A small part of her took solace in the thought that she'd had bigger, before the man began mercilessly thrusting into her for his own pleasure. The maid moved out of her sight and Elaine felt her throwing a leg over her and awkwardly mounting her, a warm wetness pressed against the back of her neck and her assailants kissed passionately above her as they used their captive as a sex toy. One thrusting into her roughly as the other grinded against the back of her neck, moaning in satisfaction. To spite herself the situation began to arouse her, both the man and woman above her moaning in pleasure as they used her body as a sex aid. The sound of the thrusts changed as Elaine became wet and a small amount of pleasure began to mix itself in with her discomfort and pain. The maid moaned loudly as her legs squeezed either side of Elaine's head, her own grinding bringing her to orgasm as the Captain began thrusting faster and groaning more. Suddenly she withdrew from Elaine and violent thrust himself into her ass, pushing in deep and cumming deep inside her. All three parties stopped moving, Elaine trembling as the man's cock throbbed inside her and shot cum deep inside her ass. The man took a shuddering breath before pulling out roughly, kissing the maid one last time, pulled up his trousers and strode from the room leaving the women alone together. Heavy breathing echoed around the room as the smaller woman stood up and moved to the corner of the room, watching Elaine as she lay limp across the table and slowly recovered from her ordeal. The next thing Elaine knew was the sudden appearance of a thick metal collar around her neck, similar to the one she had noticed the other woman wearing. The maid took her by her still bound arms and gently brought her to her feet, gripping her with a strength that should have been beyond her small stature. Elaine stood on unsure legs, a sense of nausea creeping over her as she realised her situation more clearly having been given some time to get her bearings and think past the agony of her battered body. The other woman gently ushered her towards a door and through it into the main corridors of the ship they were on. The maid spoke softly, warning her that the cum inside her was precious and she should learn to worship it and she would be punished for every drop she let escape her body without permission. As they walked they drew glances from the large crowd of people sharing the corridors Elaine found herself making countless observations. The crew was predominantly men, walking around with a manner of confidence and even arrogance beyond even what she'd come to expect. Amongst them were the apparent officers, better dressed and followed by one or more women obediently staring at their feet and dressed to accommodate what Elaine presumed to be their personal fetishes. That's not so say all the crew were men, there were women amongst the ranks too. These carried themselves with a terrifying aura of authority their eyes raking over her red, whipped and aching body hungrily. An odd contrast to the otherwise cocky men who seemed to be averting their eyes from the naked woman in their midst. The soft voice spoke from behind her again, "Please obey, the Captain has marked you of interest to him. It's an honour, you don't want him to rescind that. Otherwise you'll become public use." Her voice hesitated and cracked "You won't want that." Part of Elaine's mind understood the psychological tactics being used on her, good cop, bad cop. But she couldn't help but feel a sense of comradery with the woman that moments ago had been sexually abusing her. She was finding her presence soothing. As they kept walking they entered a new hall, where windows let her see into large chambers and to her terror saw women in the clutches of tanglers and large vats below collecting the fluids the aliens were secreting. To Elaine this was the moment she realised just what kind of people she had been taken in by. In addition to the pornographic material they made and sold, they must be harvesting and selling the tangler secretions. The ultimate date-rape drug. She found herself slowing her pace and a sense of dread crept over her fully for the first time. Then her thoughts were interrupted by a small timid gasp from behind her, the maid was staring intently at something on the floor with a look of fear. "You broke an order..." Elaine turned as fast as she could, a new sense of fear taking control and looked down. A small pool of cum had escaped from her body and lay on the ground. The maid looked up into her eyes. "I'm sorry..." Electricity tore through her body and mind, the collar discharging without bias into her and she dropped to her knees as her vision went dark and she failed to even scream into the gag. Eventually the discharge subsided and her vision slowly returned to the woman escorting her on her knees hungrily licking up the liquid, as she finished she looked up to her captive. "The Masters cum is an honour." Elaine struggled to breath steadily through the gag and her now aching jaw due to being propped open all this time. Once again her sympathetic captor lifted her up with ease, leading her further on and into the ship. They passed more exhibitions of sexual abuse, cameras visible the whole time capturing every debasement . Women in stocks bent over and passing crewmen stopping to use them, women bound and kept as ornaments lined the halls, she saw an auction block and one woman standing obediently as she was measured for a costume of some sort. They crossed a room and behind the window was what appeared to be the more 'general' intake of women, lined up naked and nearly all attempting to resist as the mostly-female 'trainers' worked on breaking them. "You were spared that..." commented the maid, as if she'd been done some great favour by being whipped and raped. Eventually they made it to her cell, with only one more instance of Elaine being electrically shocked by the collar for 'disobedience'. They arrived at a small cell with two beds and a bathroom off to the side. Notably the wall facing the main corridor was transparent allowing anyone walking past to see in. The exception to this seemed to be the bathroom. Elaine groaned in agony as the restrains on her arms and the gag in her mouth were finally removed, her mouth so dry now she couldn't muster a word of defiance as she was pushed into the cell and fell to her knees. The maid closed the door and departed with the words "For your sake... you'll want to be presentable in the morning." After lying on the cold floor for an unknown time, Elaine dragged herself to her feet to look around finally moving to the bathroom and taking the advice. The memory of the collars shock all too recent in her mind. She considered staying in there and out of the view of leering passers by when the room began to heat up at an alarming rate, forcing her to return to the full view of the crew walking past. Having returned to the main cell, Elaine noticed two beds. On one her red-vac suit waited clean and fresh. On the other a girl slept, one Elaine recognised from the space port before she was taken. Tall, gorgeous and clad in a blue version of her own vac-suit. Weighing up remaining naked before the crowd, or donning her vac-suit and most importantly it's healing properties she stepped into the garment and as it sealed around her she immediately noticed some differences. Hijacked Pt. 02 It was tighter than before, not that it left anything to the imagination beforehand. Her nipples and every contour were clearly visible - no cameltoe, but only just. Everything else down to her pubic mount were clearly visible. And as an added bonus, she noticed the previously flat-footed garment had been modified to include heels. Elaine sighed, deciding it was still better than being naked for anyone to see and lay on the bed, suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion but instead of sleeping she felt tears welling up and her body was wracked with great sobs. A comforting arm appeared around her, causing her to flinch away. A soothing 'shh' reached her ears and Elaine found herself pulled into the embrace of her roomate. Neither spoke a word as the women cuddled into each other in search of comfort, exhausting plunging Elaine into sleep.