The cold of the Zentari interrogation chamber was in stark contrast to the heat coursing through Captain Dain Javis' body. He knelt in the center of the room, his wrists bound tightly behind his back with intricate restraints--Zentari technology woven with organic fibers, snug against his skin, designed to hold him without leaving a trace. His ankles were similarly restrained, forcing his legs apart just enough to keep him off balance. His throat was encircled by a tight choker, restricting movement, making every swallow a reminder of his vulnerability. He was naked--exposed, defenseless, entirely at the mercy of his captor.
Vaelith, the Zentari interrogator, circled him like a predator. She was tall, poised, clad in a sleek black uniform that hugged her lithe form. Her dark hair was coiled in an elaborate twist, emphasizing the sharp angles of her face, her amber eyes gleaming with intelligence and cruel amusement. Everything about her radiated control. Javis had expected pain, threats, a battle of wills. What he hadn't expected--what caught him completely off guard--was the sudden, calculated touch of pleasure.
He inhaled sharply as Vaelith's gloved fingers ghosted down his chest, teasing over his ribs, lower, lower. He stiffened, expecting a strike, a twist of agony--but it never came. Instead, her touch lingered, tracing the lines of his abdomen, his thighs. A slow, insidious heat bloomed beneath his skin. His pulse pounded, his breath coming shallow and quick. And before he could suppress it, his body betrayed him. He started to feel his cock rising up. As soon as he started to feel the erection rising, a gloved hand has softly landed on the top of his cock and started to slowly rub in a circular fashion. He quickly hardened under her skilled, unhurried strokes, the firm touch on his cock becoming a very intense pleasure radiating through his entire body. The gloves were lubricated with a substance producing the perfect mix between friction and slippage, and he felt his arousal surging despite his every effort to resist.
Vaelith smirked, watching him with something close to satisfaction. "You understand now, don't you?" she murmured, her fingers wrapping around him, applying just enough pressure to make him shudder. "Your body is not your own anymore."
Javis clenched his teeth, fighting against the sensation, against the shame creeping up his spine. But his body was already lost to her ministrations. Her grip tightened, her pace quickened, dragging him toward the inevitable. He tried to hold back, to resist, but it was useless. The pressure built too fast, too strong, until he suddenly and without any control shattered--his climax ripped from him with a force that left him trembling, gasping.
But then--she didn't stop.
His breath hitched, his body instinctively trying to recoil from the gloved hand tightly holding his exposed cock head. The sensitivity was unbearable, his nerves raw, overstimulated beyond reason. But his bonds held him in place, his choker preventing him from throwing his head back, his legs locked in position. He couldn't escape her hands, couldn't twist away from the relentless friction that should have been pleasure but was now something else entirely--something darker, something excruciating.
A strangled noise tore from his throat as he writhed against his restraints, his muscles jerking involuntarily, his hips trying to shift away even as his body betrayed him again. His breath came in ragged gasps, his vision swimming.
Vaelith leaned in, her lips close to his ear. "Ah," she murmured, her voice silk and steel. "You feel it now, don't you? The effects of the drug."
Realization crashed over him like a wave. They had drugged him. A Zentari aphrodisiac--something designed to override his body's natural limits, to ensure he would remain trapped in this unbearable state. His horror only deepened as she continued, her fingers precise, unrelenting. He groaned, a sound caught between frustration and agony, his body quaking with the effort to endure.
Vaelith's grip did not falter. Her touch, once methodical, became an instrument of torment, her fingers gliding with slow, unyielding precision. Javis twisted, his body wracked with shudders, but there was no escape. His restraints held him in place, leaving him utterly at her mercy. His muscles convulsed, a strangled scream tearing from his throat as his nerves burned with overstimulation. The pleasure had turned into unbearable suffering, every movement of her hand sending fresh waves of raw sensation through him.
Vaelith watched him, her amber eyes dark with amusement. A smirk played at her lips as she observed his struggle, the way his body betrayed him, the way he gasped and writhed. She was enjoying this. His torment was a game to her, a study in control.
She let the moment stretch, savoring the sight of the mighty starship captain trembling under her hand. Then, with deceptive casualness, she spoke. "Tell me, Captain, where is the nearest Celestial Dominion relay station?"
