For Miss Lola McGovern, history teacher, it had been a most trying day. First, there had been that mortifying encounter with Cliff Stone, where she had come worryingly close to betraying everything she believed in, and agreeing to have sex with him. Then she had got lost in an alien city, and been captured by these awful metallic creatures. They had bound her and removed all her clothes, and then taken her to what seemed to be an interrogation room.
She had been strung up in a metallic frame, hanging from her arms, helpless and exposed, while the machines barked questions at her: "WHO SENT YOU?", "WHERE ARE THE CLEATS?", "ARE YOU WORKING FOR THEM?"
With Lola unable to answer or even understand their questions, they moved to the next stage. A robotic arm extended from the wall behind her. On the end was a thin, metallic strap which was now swung forwards and made a harsh smack on her bare bottom. Miss McGovern squealed with shock and pain.
The interrogation now went on, but with each question interspersed by stinging attacks on her naked bum cheeks. With each attack, she spasmed and jerked forwards against her restraints, causing her heavy breasts to slap against her ribcage. She screamed out in agony.
She was beginning to regret leaving Cliff this morning. For one thing, he had a very nice chest. For another, although sex with him would have been awkward and embarrassing -- humiliating, even -- it was still preferable to this. In fact, thinking about it now produced some wetness between her legs that she could do nothing about.
Suddenly, the questions stopped. The egg-like machines were talking amongst themselves.
"WE HAVE ANOTHER PRISONER."
"VERY WELL. BRING THEM TO THE HOLDING CELL."
The frame that Lola was on swung backwards and to the horizontal, depositing her face-up on some kind of examination table. Her bonds moved, so that her hands were now clamped to the table by her sides. The hard surface pressed painfully on her curvaceous but bruised bottom.
Lola looked over and realised that the creatures were all exiting the room. "Wait!" she shouted after them. "You can't leave me like this! Where are my clothes?"
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The Professor grunted, but tried not to resist as the Purveks shoved him down the corridor. They had some appendages which from his point of view looked somewhat worrying. So far, they were treating him with relative respect, but that seemed unlikely to last.
Finally, they reached an automatic door which slid open in front of him.
"WAIT - HERE," commanded a Purvek.
Professor Wot nodded respectfully, and stepped into the room beyond. It was dark inside, and before his eyes could adjust, the door slid shut again, leaving him in total darkness.
"Honestly," he said, "what kind of treatment is this?"
"Who's there?' said another voice. It took a moment for the Professor to recognise it.
"Miss McGovern? Is that you?"
"Oh Professor, I'm over here."
"Wait my dear, I'll find a light switch."
"No! I mean... Please. Just release me."
Already, the Professor's fingers had found a round shape on the wall. He suspected that just one tiny move would switch on all the lights, revealing Lola's plight. He hesitated for a moment, the weight of her clothes resting on his shoulder. Temptation made his fingertips twitch. Then he moved his hand away. "Why Miss McGovern, what is the matter?" he asked, keeping his voice steady.
"I'm tied to this table," she said, avoiding a fuller response. "I need your help."
"Very well. I'm coming over." He dropped the small bundle onto the floor and moved slowly through the room, his hands out in front of him. There was a loud bang as he stubbed his toe on a metallic object. He swore in ancient Javanese. "There had better be a good reason for this, my dear."
"There is. I'm... naked."
The Professor paused, his heart hammering. He licked his lips carefully. "Perhaps I would be better off finding that light switch," he declared.
"No! ... Please."
He was unable to resist the pleading in her voice. With a sigh, he moved further across the room until his thighs came into contact with a hard edge. He reached down with one hand, and touched skin.
"Eep," said Lola.
The Professor paused, considering his position. The flesh beneath his fingers was warm and incredibly soft. He gave it an experimental squeeze, producing another squeal from her.
"Professor," she protested. "Please, release me."
"Yes, of course, my dear," he said, resisting further exploration. His other hand found an identifiable belly button, and then, finally, her arm. A steel clamp, attached to some thick wires, was holding it down. The Professor fiddled with it for a moment. "This would be much easier if I could see," he muttered.
"Not a chance," snapped Lola, which made him smile.
"I see. One moment." The Professor reached into one pocket, and produced his laser multitool. "This won't take long." He pointed it at the clamp, and the tool whirred into life. It produced a tiny amount of light, just enough to hint at her glorious outline, nude and strapped to the table. Even on her back, her breasts stood out firmly. The Professor allowed himself to become a little distracted. There, against a background of deeper shadow, he almost fancied that he could make out a prominent nipple poking up, erect and proud.
At that moment, the clamp sprang open, and Lola's arm slammed over her chest, blocking the old man's brief view. "Thank you Professor," she said. "Now my other limbs if you please?"
Professor Wot grunted and released her bonds, moving from one ankle to the next. He glanced up to where her shapely legs met, but could not make out much beyond her knees. He moved around the table until he came to her other arm. Once he had released her final limb, she swung herself up into a seated position.
"Good," said Lola, "now I just need to find something to wear."
"I've brought your clothes, Miss McGovern," said the Professor. "One moment if you please." He found his way back to the wall, and with a sweep of his hand, turned on the lights. The bundle he had made out of her skirt was on the floor in front of him. He picked it up, and turned to offer it to the pretty teacher.
She was sitting on the table with one arm firmly pressed to her chest and the other resting between her legs. This still left a lot of skin on display and she was visibly embarrassed. Her feet were surprisingly small and cute. Her legs tapered at her knees and ankles, before widening out nicely to her bare hips. Her torso was the typical 'hourglass' figure. She was carrying a little weight, he noted, but in a way that just added to her curvaceousness. Having her arm across her tits just emphasised how impressive, large and round they were. Her hair was still pinned up, but a little dishevelled.
The Professor held out the bundle of clothes for her to take.
Lola looked at him, not moving, until he relented and dropped the bundle in front of her. "Thank you. Now turn your back, please."
The Professor rolled his eyes, but turned back to face the wall next to the door. He waited, listening to the sounds of movement coming from behind him as she rustled through the clothing, retrieving her underwear. "You know, my dear," he remarked, his eyes moving across the wall in front of him, "I wish you would trust me more. We need to learn to work together."
"I'd trust you more if you hadn't kidnapped me and forced me to suffer at the hands of cavemen, pervert machines and pervert colleagues."
The old man sighed. "Yes, I see. I apologise for that. I had been stuck on your planet for some time and... I'm afraid that I got frustrated."
"I hadn't finished," said Lola. "I'd also appreciate it if you didn't keep undressing me with your eyes, attempting to take advantage of every situation and generally being a dirty old man."
