Aarla's Descent Ch. X

The next day you wake up in the same manner as before: with hunger and thirst, but also very much aroused.

You struggle in the straitjacket for some time, moving your body back and forth between the bars...

Then you shudder as a plasma bolt rips off the engines clean from the ship's hull.

Fuck, you think to yourself as that is the only coherent thought your mind could make once your superior brain is finished with the assessment.

Your initial thought was that you are taking a turn. But those kind of moves are caught by the dampeners early on, and you wouldn't have felt more then a ripple that goes through the vessel. But this felt more like a thunderbolt, rocketing the ship as a whole, everything onboard, including you and the cage, moving up, sideways, down, then stopped, as the dampaners finally got hold of the situation.

You also thought that the shot might have struck the ship somewhere else. But the sudden loss of weight made the ship lighter, and thus easier to toss around, which got added to the force of the impact and to the final fumes of the engines as one by one they got torn off from the hull, sending the ship on a spiraling turn that you can still sense based on the fluid motions in your cochlea.

But who attacked you and why? Sadly, you don't have to think too much for getting an answer for that either. Mr. Garcia is a smart man. Smart enough to bring you here and almost break you in as a pet. Chances are, when he told you that he is going to take you to Fjinn, it was a lie, and he wanted to sell the statue in a place of his choosing. What he didn't know, was that his original employer, who tasked him with capturing you, wasn't exactly dropped on his head either, and he had his men place a tracker on every ship who was after you the whole time, just in case the winners want to keep the prize for themselves.

And of course, the original employer didn't know about the statute. And when his men told him that the ship is going somewhere else, their men set up shop in the most plausible exit point. Jafar if you have to guess. And the moment Mr. Garcia's ship exited from FTL, they made their shot, ripping the engines clean off from the hull.

Which, of course, perfectly correlates with what you experience next: a series of loud thuds that originate from a pair of cables shot through the hull, led by darts made of titanium and chrome, enabling the goons to tow in your vessel so they could take their hands on you.

But if Mr. Garcia has half a brain, he will let you out, and you can easily deal with these guys. And once you do that you can finally escape and reverse the enslavement. And yeah... He is going to have a pretty long and arduous series of punishments ahead of him after doing all of this with you!

But. Of course! You made the famous mistake again that you assumed folks out there don't have a healthy functioning brain cell. And now you can feel a third dart shot inside the hull. Except that this dart doesn't have a cable. You know this from the lack of pull that your body felt with the previous two. And next, as this dart just happened to come with a hacking tool, you recognize a series of thuds from every single door in the ship being closed. Followed by the sound of the air being sucked out of the cargo hold. Not long enough to kill you. Just long enough so you would lose consciousness. Of course you could bet that the same is happening in whatever compartment Mr. Garcia is at. Except that in his case they will go for the kill. Which is a real shame to be honest. You were really starting to get fond of all the wicked things being done here!

After about a minute, you start to struggle for air. Your superior lungs burning in pain. You hope that at least one of them would make the mistake to getting to your cage, enabling you to flat out break a leg with the ballet boots. But you just fell into the aforementioned mistake again, and of course you have no one getting to your cage before you would lose consciousness.

When you wake up you are in the same cage as before. You know this as you start moving around. But as you dart through the bars with the ballet boots, you recognize the additional layer of metal around you. And that means there is metal touching metal. Which gives you sheer dread running through your spine as you realize what this could entail for you.

REPENT

You can hear the mechanic voice.

And Zap! there is a shock running through your body, making you bite down on the gag.

REPENT

You can hear the mechanic voice again.

And Zap! there is another shock running through your body, making you bite down on the gag.

REPENT

You can hear the mechanic voice again.

And Zap! there is another shock running through your body, making you bite down on the gag.

After that there is another shock. And another. And another. For hours upon hours. To no conceivable end.

When the cage opens, you are exhausted as never before. Every part of your body hurts. Your thighs and the material of the straitjacket is covered with your drool. You pissed yourself numerous times. The smell mixed together with the one from your juices as you still found the situation arousing.

But finally you can hear the box where your cage is placed unlocked and the cage's door is opened with the key Mr. Garcia used previously.

"Get up," you can hear the deep voice of a man, then with the usage of your leash, you are stood up, and he starts escorting you forward. You still stumble in the ballet boots a couple of times. But thanks to the lessons you received from Mr. Garcia, you are confident with them for the most part.

After a couple minutes you are arrive to an open area. Perhaps a hall. You know this from the sudden change in the quality of air.

You can feel the blindfold unlocked. And what you see is indeed a hall, the windows showing you the clouds that are either of a nebula or a gas giant. You can see a throne chair in the middle of the room. In there, you can see a thin man in his forties, dressed in fine linen clothes, looking at you with a grin. The two guards next to him look at you expressionless, holding military grade plasma rifles in their hands. You can also see a woman dressed in nothing but latex panties in front of the throne, kept in place through a collar and a chain leash. She looks at you with envy.

"Aarla Kadem, I have to say it is a pleasure," the man says. "It has been some time since I got around breaking an adenian. I'm glad that I finally have the chance."

"Mhm!" you mumble to the gag out of anger. Originally you meant this as a scream, however you don't have enough strength left for an actual one.

The man unlocks his zipper and the woman with the collar in her neck starts to suck his erect cock. Although you can see it on her smile and erect nipples that she doesn't exactly detest doing it.

"In a couple weeks, you will be just like her," the man says then his gaze jumps to the guards next to you. "Take her to the training room."

"Mhm!" you say again, the planned cry nothing but a whimper.

You are dragged out of the room with your leash, and you are escorted to another room through the corridors. As the door opens, what you can see is a fuck machine mounted on top of a bondage bench in the shape of a birth table. You are sat down, and your neck, upper body and legs are strapped into place. After that, the two dildos from the fuck machine are placed in your openings.

"Mhmm!" you groan as the machine is turned on, and the dildos start to move back and forth inside you.

The guard leaves you alone and you can hear the door closed. You keep groaning as the fuck machine goes on. And then you finally get your orgasm, squirting all over the material that covers the bench as the ripples of joy go through you. The problem is that the damned thing just keeps going. Giving you orgasm after orgasm. Until the entire thing starts to feel uncomfortable. Yet still alluring in its own nature.

And the machine just keeps going. And you continue to spread your nectar all over the floor and the material.