Floating in Space II
~~Floating in Space II ~~SnowDragon
She was shaken from sleep by a shrill alarm, the sound of a sharp ringer being screeched throughout the hull, different in a way than all the other alarms she knew of, a tired yet desperate moan escaping through the thick red ballgag.
Unauthorized personnel were aboard.
She still wasn't free of her binds and yet she still floated, unsure of her position relative to anywhere else with the blindfold so trapping her vision, not free of the -tight- rope pulled up against her cleft or the strict hogtie the drone had pulled her into before going back to rest and recharge. She couldn't call it back, nor could she cut herself free, not able to reach her sheers, nor her ID card which could have floated into an air vent for all she knew! Tugging against the taut rope with her wrists, her arms, but was no closer to freeing them from the grasp of her ankle ties, keeping her so strictly pinned in place yet so free floating in the air!
Her situation was bad enough before the sound of gunshots began ringing throughout the hallways, the stiff sound of automatics from the ship's security drones against the more rattling sound of hand held and man portable explosive equipment. She couldn't tell who was winning, nor could she organize the ship's internal defenses. "Mmmnhf, nmmmmf... Mnnnnf!" but no amount of panicked muffles could raise the drone to her aid. Her cheeks flushed hot with the sense of guilt, with the sense of sheer folly at having put herself in this situation! She couldn't see, couldn't speak, couldn't do... anything! She didn't know where the floor was, didn't know where the footlocker was, where her shears were...
The fighting was getting closer, and it made her struggles all the more renewed, but it certainly didn't sound like the computer had any fix on exactly what was going on... she knew from training it was supposed to call to the entire ship the numbers and location of intruders to better coordinate ship defenses, but she heard none of that, only the sporadic indicatives of weapons fire and the occasional big heavy explosion. The ache of the crotch rope made it so hard to focus on any single method of escape, it was all she could do to throw herself at the ropes in the hope of finding a loose knot, something she had spent -months- trying to code out of the drones ability, hours and hours of programming and tests and squirming on the ground imagining someone sitting there touching and groping her while she was so helpless, gasping through the big gag. "mmnnh, mnnnff!"
Her blood went cold at the sound of a laser cutter whining just outside her door, sealed as it was from the fighting across the ship. She could still hear fighting on occasion, explosions, shooting, the sound of a fire alarm deploying countermeasures to stop the spread of deadly, deadly fire but someone was definitely right there, just outside, and she -moaned- past the big ball between her jaws, pulling, tugging, gasping in sheer exhaustion as she tried, tried so hard to get free, to writhe to do something to stop whoever it was from catching her like this, but she still couldn't get free, couldn't slip, couldn't speak, couldn't see! The door whined in protest as its locks were steadily sliced through and then forced open against the motors when the drone, her personal project leapt into action, emitting a hostile screech like a bird warning its prey, a burst of fire rippling down from somewhere off to the right, somewhere she couldn't see but was thankfully out of the way of. And the terrible sounds of screams, of a man, of someone struck by fire and going down.
Response was swift, handheld weapons ripping through her drone and anything else that happened to be in the way, even through the humiliating arousal she was glad she was no where near the source of the fighting or had been sighted as a possible target, she couldn't even shout her surrender bound up like this! Her entire form quivering, "mmnnhf, mnf..." she whined, silently, hoping to avoid the attention she knew she would garner in just a few moments. Her vision went white, her entire being searing with pain. Something struck her on the back of the head, and everything slipped away from her conscious mind...
It was hard to open her eyes. Waking up from sleep and drifting back to the warm comforting feeling of the warm blankets and soft pillow had a certain, soft, delicious feel. The aching in her head was not at all like that, and neither was the sensation of dangling from her wrists. managing to just crack them open, blurry vision of some hay beneath her, or other form of aged grass one fed to livestock. "mmnnnf..." she whined, her snout was still gagged, the familiar taste of red rubber... still with -her- ballgag strapped in tightly, and the additional weight of a tiny, thudding padlock around the back of her head keeping it affixed in place. She could see, she realized, and that knowledge made her eyes open wide, looking at a dark room with just a single light over the top of her, bathing her naked body in its light. She was standing, on her own two feet, free of the hogtie, but her wrists were still in the same cold rope... and worse, lited up high behind her back, keeping her body lent over forwards and putting pressure on her shoulder blades. "nnnnmmh..." it was uncomfortable, and she was sure it wouldn't be long until painful was the word she used to describe it....
It was impossible to tell the passage of time, leaving her silently with her thoughts, how she got herself into this situation, how much of an -idiot- she'd been to allow this to happen, to get boarded, to get found in one of the most advanced electronic warfare ships in the entire -fleet-, "mmnnf! mmnhff! mmnn, mmnh mnnf, fmmmnn!" she snarled at herself, angry, terrified and scared all at the same time, whining as each time she wriggled or squirmed, her wrists down to her shoulders complained with the movement, leaving her to stare down at the floor and try to get comfortable, as comfortable as she could possibly be, which was mostly with her legs spread at shoulders width, utterly humiliated with her tail bound up to her neck and something tight wrapped around it. She knew what it was even without ever having seen it in her life. A thick steel collar. She'd spent enough time imagining one in fantasy that feeling it real on her neck was not the shock she should have felt, and that made her blush. There wasn't even a sound in passing for her to rely on, not the sound of engines, not the sound of liquid flowing through pipes, she couldn't hear anything, and it made it all the more difficult to focus on anything but the aching feeling building in her shoulders.
When a door rattled open behind her, she realized she had drifted off again, the energy spent trying to struggle and trying to get free left her tired, and though she hadn't really been asleep, her eyes had drifted shut as she whined from the building pain in her shoulders, which was made all the worse trying to turn and shift her body to look to see who had entered but she just couldn't see around herself, only looking at her naked scaled breasts in the shadow of the light directly above her. There were footsteps on the yellow hay, a sliding sort of weighty sound that made her quiver and "Mnnnh..." as it approached. That was before the screaming, searing pain that rippled outwards from her belly, her entire body convulsing as electricity from a stun baton made her scream through the gag, a muffled sound that rippled throughout the small room she was restrained in, gasping for air as it was pulled away and she had control of her body again.
"Your ship killed quite a few of my men," An electronically attenuated voice said from behind her, out of view, as he jammed the rod into her right breast and the bondage limited how badly she could contort, "Mnnnnnhhhhhhf!" shaking her body throwing itself at the harsh ropes all on its own, dealing with the pain was all she could do, she-- she just wanted-- wanted to sit-- "nnnmmh!" as the rod came away from her body and she stilled, twitching and shuddering as her muscles calmed from the voltage and she moaned softly through the big ballgag just as shudderingly weak and vulnerable as she felt, trying to steady her stance as she dangled from her shoulders and tightly bound wrists, but whoever it was with the hidden voice pressed something against her fingers, forcing them to open to accept the small rod, it was the stun baton he was pressing into her fingers and forcing them closed around it. "Do not let go," he warned with a fierce inflection that made her cower, clenching her fingers around the tool that had caused her so much pain so recently, but utterly fearing what might come next, trying to see, trying to look, trying to look at him and plead for him to stop.
But she could do none of those things, and he showed no intention of giving her any mercy. Something cold, smooth and dry, made from metal came swinging down on her behind and the impact made her yelp out, even more so was that it seemed to have lots of spikes which made it sting and hurt all the more and with her tail bound up she couldn't do anything to stop him but it got worse, with the dull and somewhat rounded tip being mashed against her cleft, so red and aching from the tight, too tight crotch rope from her self bondage. The captor didn't say a word as he pressed the cold metal toy between her nethers and much to her dismay his fierce pressure at its base was forcing it into her depths without lubrication, making her cry out. "Mmnnf, mmmf, mffff..!" She quickly learned as well, the toy was not smooth, rather it was adorned with wicked feeling barbs that spread her just that bit wider, the semi pointed dull tips clawing at her aching muscles and her body arched and struggled, crying out a helpless moan as inch by inch those paws filled her sex with the agonizing shape. The feeling of being filled was making her wet against her will, the humiliating warmth of arousal joining the heat of pain in her nethers.
It was a big toy, bigger than any dragon she had ever had relations with, the fake steel toy opening her depths further and further until the wide metal base pressed against her scales, fully hilted, and she felt full, utterly full, paws quivering with the stress on her shoulders, the burning agony of the toy, the hot humiliation that her body had the nerve to be turned on and wet at the time like this, and her body's vulnerability was reward with a firm spank with a wide opened paw, gripping at her scaled behind to increase the sting, it made her clench around the toy in shock and that made it hurt all the worse! "Nnnmmmf!" she squealed, rocking from right to left and gripping -hard- at the baton in her bound hands, the only thing she could do. Her captor didn't say a word, didn't explain why he did it, what he was doing, just said nothing, leaving her to bear the feeling, and eventually his paw left her scales.
...Only to slap right back down on her other cheek and making her jolt forwards, rope creaking practically silent past the sound of her muffled, gagged howling from the sheer force of impact, of how utterly worse it felt when she couldn't see it coming, from the vulnerability, from her utter inability to stop him, or beg for mercy, the only thing she could do to let go of the baton, to intentionally disobey, but the thought of what he might do with it, the memory of being totally out of control of her own body, writhing and screaming in pain put an end to those thoughts before they'd really even begun, and it was so hard to hold her head up, to even try to look defiant, like she had any willpower left. This time, when his hand withdrew, he kicked her legs a little wider apart, dropping her body and lifting her arms up even higher and pushing her upper body down, in some cruel version of a mating crouch that made her shoulders -hurt- suspending most of her weight like this, the baton creaking as she dealt with the sensation by just holding onto it hard, wrapping tighter fists around it. Gloved digits, smooth like rubber were tracing now around the opened lips of her vent, between her scales and the base of the metal that prevented it from slipping any deeper into her body.
It wasn't just her cleft that quivered from the slow, soft, and quite sensual touch from those two fingers tracing from the top, bottom of her sex all the way down to the top, near her aching clit, leaning up on her toes as that sensitive little nub was circled and rolled over the top of, "Mmmnhf, mmnhhhhff...." she tried to moan in protest, but all that escaped her thick ballgag was a shuddering sound of utter arousal, having been denied her orgasm for -so long- coming to the forefront of her mind, even if the barbed toy in her vent was utterly agonizing. They'd lift, and now slick with her dew the descent on both sides would begin anew, transiting her puffy red vent, feeling the ache where the tight rope and its harsh knot that had rubbed her raw. The touch, soft, teasing seemed to disarm her, fed into so many of her self induced helpless fantasies, her eyes starting to close, it was so hard to try and force herself to think through the ache and the hot pleasure that touch was surging throughout her body. Her legs started to quiver with the effort of holding herself up like this, leaning forward to take the effort off her ankles but only making her shoulders complain in response as her hips rolled against the gentle, utterly humiliating stroking over her hot and wet vent as her captor molested her!
His fingers rolled away and her hips tried to follow of their own will, pushing back into a sudden and harsh strike across her behind and she howled in shock and surprise, fingers clenching and upper body trying to twist but just thrashing a little back and forth against the ropes, "nmmggh!" The captor punished her with two more just like the first, leaving her twisting and howling deeply muffled pleading, her backside hurt and stung but it did little to distract her from the painful burning ache of her shoulders from the cruel bondage keeping her at his mercy, torturing her for what the drones aboard Swordfish had done to his men when they boarded and took her prisoner! She tried, over and over and over again, clutching desperately at the weapon she held onto, "mmnhf, llgmn, nmmhf nmmh-- plllfffm!"
There was the distinct, instantly recognizable sound of a blade being pulled from a holster and a cold flush raced throughout her scales, head perking up in sharp fear, shaking her snout back and forth and pleading as best she could, writhing back and forth on her toe tips no matter the aches and pains it caused, he wouldn't, he couldn't--!
In a single swipe, the blade swished through the air, cutting the cable somewhere above her bound wrists and the hook in the ceiling. With a crack the taut length let go and she tumbled to the hay covered deck plating with a dull thump unable to break her fall, that, that hurt! Stars and colours danced in front of her eyes. But she'd been cut free, right? It was just instinct, she yanked her wrists apart hard expecting the cables to slip loose but they held strong, biting into her hide and bringing sore gasps through the thick and tightly strapped in gag. The hay felt wet against her cheek, sticking to the scale from her forced drooling. The relief of the pressure leaving her shoulders and wrists was offset by the feeling of vulnerability that was utterly painful, but the idiosyncrasies of that emotion only just now appearing were lost on her. Propping with a leg, she rolled onto her side, hands still grasping the baton, eyes turned to look up at him. She was not able to see the figure long in the single light, the front of his sealed assault suit cast in shadow as a big black bag descended over her snout. It wasn't a hood, she'd fantasized about them enough to know that they should have airholes for the tip of her nose, but instead the heavy fabric returned most of her air back in hot waves making each steadily panicking breath increase in intensity.
"Get up." The electronic voice finally said with demanding and demeaning authority, reaching down to grab what was left of the cable once attaching her wrists to the ceiling and pulling upwards with fierce strength, forcing her to rapidly find her feet or re-experience the strappado position. Once up on unsteady feet, some sort of string was wrapped around her neck and knotted, thankfully not tight enough that it hurt her breathing capability any more.
Then he swung her around and she stumbled, trying to find her feet while blind and disoriented, shoulder thudding into a wall and "Mmnnff, nmmhfgh!" she squealed, feeling like she was going to fall, but hauled back upright by the cable around those aching and red raw wrists. He reached out, and pulled the baton free of her fingertips, taking it back into his own grasp. Then he jabbed it into the small of her back and she howled, but the pain of it's shock had never come. From right to left she looked desperately as if thrashing her head was likely to somehow let her see before he jabbed the base of the tool against her spine one more time in warning.
"Walk."
Powerless, she took the first step with a quiver. She had moved around her ship with toys in before, once or twice and the feeling of this spined intrusion in her humiliatingly wet slit was nothing like the pleasure of those times. Regardless, each step make her entire form shiver, and dew drip to the plate below while the wide metal base rubbed against her inner thighs. Seemingly with no rush in mind, her slow, helpless pacing brought her from the silence of the hay covered cell, past the hatch and into the hallway. Even through the bag around her head, those sensitive fins could could hear the hum of a ship's reactor, the subtle rumble of its engines. Worse though, was that the sound of other footsteps around, moving past were plainly evident, without a doubt able to see her utterly exposed and cruelly treated form. And rather than help, there was the occasional whistle, a compliment about her figure, or how the big boss must've raped her silly. "Mmmmgh mmnhf..!" she complained in a low, defeated whine, unable to do anything to help herself or more importantly, stop the fog of arousal from clouding a little worse as each happening pressed at lusts in her head, at memories of former play sessions with others and with her own two fingers. But no one dared to touch her, the only thing she could be thankful of.
It was not a short walk. By the time the cable brought her to a sudden stop, the feeling of cool ship conditioned air across hot and bother scaled had left her quivering and shivering, the treatment by her captor and his crew left her demeaned and nearly broken, she would do anything to be able to see, to breathe properly again, to be covered up, to stop being this object, this target for their abuses. She would do anything, she pleaded through her gag in heavily muffled wails, she, she would give up Swordfish, give them the codes, teach them how to use it, give up that hidden asteroid belt where the civilians dumped their cores, anything, please, please just make it stop! For a moment, she thought she had gotten through to the armoured figure who said nothing this whole trip when he hauled her around, bagged snout facing up into his own as she was pushed down, shrieking before she ended up sitting on some kind of hard bench, a table? Her legs were shoved together and the cold feeling of armour pressed against either side, metal toy base biting into scale as he wound layer after layer of tape around the middle of those thighs, securing them so tightly together. "Mnnhhf! Nnmmhhhhhffffff!" desperately she begged unintelligibly when he did the same for her ankles, leaving her legs powerlessly held together, trapping the metal toy deep in her vent.
Unable to move off the chair of her own power, those rubber gloved hands slipped underneath her armpits and pushed her into some kind of alcove, barely bigger than her own body. Even in the dark of her hood and trapped senses she felt claustrophobic, arms trapped up beneath her back keeping her body arched which meant her knees pressed against the other side of the small cramped space she found herself in. The thick armoured arm of her captor reached in, heedlessly pushing her snout out of the way to reach for something, and yank it out with a crackling of damaged wires and sparks, creating a rapidly beeping noise that seemed to echo inside the space.
"Transponder damaged. Dispatching damage control." He voice of the civilian ship computer was male, nothing like she was family with. She wasn't on Swordfish, she couldn't be with that voice! Then, she must be on a pirate's ship? Thoughts began to race in her head as she started to panic, breathing coming faster and faster and faster, hot with exertion as she began to struggle, transponders went in emergency escape capsules common in civilian ships but not military ones. They, they couldn't, he wouldn't, no no no no no--!
He hung something from her neck tie, and the last sound she heard from him was his fist banging on a control panel, which caused the hatch to seal in a flash, trapping her bound body inside. The computer said something about overriding normal launch procedures but it was lost to her as she threw her pain filled body at the tape, at the ropes, grinding her head against the smooth insides of the pod, and squealed as loudly as she could, before the rocket motors shot her into the open void. The acceleration pushed her against the surface, not that it meant she was any more restricted than she had been before. The edges of her blind vision was dimmed as realisation set in, along with disbelief and utter, sheer unadulterated terror. It didn't matter that the string around her neck had caught on the edge of a panel behind her and nearly choked her when she fought and kicked and thrashed and thudded inside the tight little space that was to be her grave, that is until the string snapped with an echoing little sound and the bag felt so much looser around the top of her head.
Forcing herself to take a big, deep gulp of hot air and focus, to concentrate on getting out, telling herself that panic and terror would serve her no good, she tried to nuzzle up against the side of the pod, trying to feed the thick and textured fabric up off of her snout. Telling herself over and over that it was possible, she could get free, she could, still somehow manage to get back to her ship, get rescued, anything that kept her going and eventually she was rewarded with the bag sliding off her snout and down to her raised knees pressed against the inner pod. In front of her snout, a wrecked circuit board layout, with a plug in board missing. It sparked as wires dangled free, and a flashing little red diode was lit up, giving her precious little light.
The missing board was tangled with the bag on her knees, perilously close to falling to the bottom where she could never reach. Her breath caught in her throat, and her body quivered, just a little bit, which made the delicately balanced thing wobble ever so slightly. She had to get her hands free, to repair the damage, so the transponder would work and someone would be able to find her, and rescue her..! But she couldn't do that without moving..! And she didn't have enough air to wait forever...
"mmnnhf..."