James walked into the dimly lit bar of the most upscale hotel he could find in the spaceport he had arrived at just an hour before. Only the best was good enough for a rich businessman like him. Well, soon to be rich. He had spent years perfecting his equipment, techniques and sales methods. Now he just needed to find some product.
While he ordered a drink at the bar he sized up the local talent. The bar was quiet, and there were only a few girls there. None of them stood out to him immediately. Just as the bartender handed him his drink another girl entered. James knew right away she had to be it. She was a stunning blonde, with a finely toned ass and an impressive bust. Wearing a tight dress with high heels, she turned about every guy's head.
She sat down a few stools over and ordered a drink. When the bartender handed it to her and told her how much she owed, James walked over. "Let me get that for you," he said. The girl looked at him, and smiled. She clearly liked what she saw.
"Thanks," she said. "I'm Claire."
"James," he replied, and shook her extended hand. They spent the next hour talking and laughing together, both ordering more drinks and starting to get a little buzzed. When Claire excused herself to the restroom, James ordered two more drinks. When they arrived, he slipped a little pill into hers.
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Claire slowly opened her eyes. She felt groggy and had a headache. She couldn't remember where she was. Then she noticed that she couldn't move. She was finally able to look at her surroundings and found herself in a grey room with a door leading out with some kind of interactive touchpad next to it. When she looked down she gasped. She was suspended in mid-air in the middle of the room, held in a tight cross shape by four mechanical arms extending from the corners of the room.
She started panicking. What the hell is going on? she thought. How did I get here? Did that guy from the bar kidnap me? Her heart was beating faster and faster. She tried to wriggle around, but there was absolutely no slack in the arms that were holding her tightly.
Only then did she notice that she was wearing a black, skintight catsuit which covered every part of her body save her feet, hands and head. There were ringlike protrusions in the suit at her nipples and crotch. Claire couldn't make heads or tails out of what was going on. She was scared, confused and had broken out in a cold sweat as thoughts of what was going to happen to her raced through her mind.
The door opened and James walked in. He looked at Claire and smiled. "You look beautiful," he said.
"What the fuck is going on?!" Claire yelled. "Who the fuck are you? Let me down! What the fuck are you doing?!"
James ignored her and tapped a few times on the touchpad. A panel in the ceiling of the room opened and another mechanical arm came out. It's tip bore a large dildo, bigger than anything Claire had seen in her life. It was shaped like a dick, a clear liquid oozing from the tip.
"What the fuck is this?!" she yelled. "You sick fuck!"