The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

AN AGENT ENSLAVED

CHAPTER 3

THE EXHIBITION HALL

I glanced back over my shoulder and Katarn smiled at me as the two boy escorts led me deep into the large chamber. Behind Katarn I could see many of the males within the corridor we just exited, including the guard, follow us through the doorway. It seemed none of them wanted to miss out on whatever was about to happen next, and that worried me.

I looked around the chamber. There were about thirty males and six female slaves. Two of the slaves were covered in white shifts and the other four were naked. One of the naked slaves had her wrists bound behind her back while all the others were free. The males cheered excitedly and I looked toward the front of the chamber to see the center of their attention. There was a naked female slave kneeling on a raised dais about three feet off the ground. Her wrists were shackled above her head in chains that hung low from the ceiling much like one of the slaves I had observed only a few moments ago. Three males toyed and fondled with the poor girl. Mortified I realized one of the males held some sort of device. Laughing, the brute moved the device in and out as though he used her. In and out over and over and the young slave girl squirmed wildly over his hand.

“I am a slave!” she screamed, her release clearly being withheld from her. “Please, master! I am a slave!”

The laughter that reverberated within the chamber was almost deafening. Even the six female slaves cheered delightedly.

The two boys at my sides stepped back and Katarn moved up to stand next to me. Looking in the direction of the dais he leaned toward me slightly and spoke.

“Was that true?” he asked vaguely.

“Was what true?” I inquired, uncertain of the subject under discussion. I continued to watch the perpetual harassment of the tormented girl. My fixation on the slave was merely a boisterous excuse to not face Katarn. Amid the receptive babble of that poor girl, I had no doubt my own distress was obvious. Whatever was in that lotion Koden had greased me up with, its influence was truly absolute. Even armed with the knowledge of what lay ahead, and the unbearable humiliation of just standing here naked beside Katarn, I could no more fight the effects of that horrid lubricant than I could the shackles that bound my wrists.

“Was what that guard said true? He barely laid his hands on you. Did you really almost cum from that? I would like to know.” He turned to look at me. I knew without a doubt that Katarn was already certain the guard spoke the truth, and this was just one more successful attempt to debase me. “I want to hear you say it,” he said firmly, almost a command.

Not for the first time today I wanted to tell him to go to hell. But I knew I wasn’t going to do that. The relentless burning between my thighs compelled me to answer the bastard.

“Yes, damn you,” I whispered, under no circumstances unlocking my eyes from the slave. “I almost had an orgasm. I bet you’re just thrilled!”

“Interesting,” he responded. Then moved around behind me. His hands went to my waist and my breathing again grew rapid and uneven. “I would like to see for myself. Spread your legs for me just like you did for that guard.” This time it was a command, there was no mistake.

Moisture flowed impatiently from my body with the expectation Katarn might touch me. Once more I struggled between humiliation and need. Nevertheless, as aroused as I was at that moment, my obedience was inevitable. Trembling with frustration, I did as I was told.

I noticed a few of the men near us turn their attention from the tormented slave girl to me.

Katarn’s hands lowered to sculpt over the curves of my hips. Then his left dropped down to grasp the front of my thigh. The right slowly stroked down over my midriff below my navel. Katarn knew I was anxious and unstrung, and he deliberately took his time.

More men rotated around to witness my degradation. Unexpectedly, I met their gazes boldly, almost defiantly. I was so caught up in the situation that for a moment I totally let go of my inhibitions. For that moment, it wasn’t just my body that welcomed Katarn’s invasion. In truth, my mind and soul cried out for him to touch me as well.

Then, at last, his fingers slid up between my thighs.

“Auh!” I gasped throwing my head back to rest on his shoulder.

“Do you desire me?” he whispered in my ear.

I attempted to answer under my breath so only he might hear, however my response blurted out with a sharp squeal. “Yeesss!”

His fingers gently caressed me.

The moans of the slave girl grew louder.

Enthralled within my delirium, my head fell sluggishly forward. So many males stood near me now, watching me closely while I squirmed.

I looked at the slave girl. The three males worked her relentlessly.

Katarn’s fingers delved deep within.

I moaned, powerless to deny him.

“Do you wish to be eased?” he asked.

“Yes! Please ease me!” I pleaded, unable to manage a whisper.

Effectively, his fingers at last began that blissful repetitive movement, in and out, in and out . . .

“Yes! I am a slave!” the slave girl screamed.

Cheers erupted within the chamber.

Katarn’s fingers thrust in and out.

The slave girl’s sweat-covered torso stiffened, her eyes closed tight.

His fingers delved harder and deeper and faster.

My release was so close now.

Fingers moved in and out.

The slave girl threw her head back and arched her body backward as she spasmed over and over. Her moans audible even through the thunderous cheers of the spectators as release was hers.

“Please!” I cried out thoughtlessly, my humiliation now completely irrelevant.

In and out.

Faster and faster.

Katarn’s fingers stroked deeper and moved faster and faster, and then- his fingers withdrew!

“No!” I shrieked. I twisted in his grip as his hands took hold of my upper arms.

“You’re up next Adriana,” he said with a chuckle pushing me forward. I stumbled ahead, failing to keep my balance. With my wrists bound behind my back I landed firmly on my shoulder upon the unforgiving wooden floor. I looked up, the males who had just watched Katarn touch me now stood over me, laughing. Everyone within the chamber seemed greatly amused to see me lying naked, alone in the center of the room. I remained sprawled on the floor, motionless, my body’s demanding need still blazing high from Katarn’s exploration. I panted hard where I lay, suffering through the ravenous throbs of my sex as I strained to compose myself.

Two of the three males who had just finished degrading the female slave came over to me and pulled me roughly to my feet. They pulled me forward and I found I had to consciously restrain the impulse of begging these two men to touch me. As we approached the raised dais, I watched as the third male lifted the girl from the platform and then he shoved her toward an awaiting group of males that stood off to the side. The slave had no chance as the mob of men consumed her.

I was led to the dais, then turned around to face the spectators of the assembly hall. My embarrassment then was so great that I thought I might collapse. I felt suffocated, the chamber itself seemed to spin. There were so many men looking at me as I stood naked before them, bound and helpless. Luckily I wasn’t given enough time to contemplate my situation or my legs no doubt would have buckled. As one, all four men took hold of a limb and lifted me to a kneeling position upon the raised platform.

“Well, I must admit, I never expected this,” said the male at my left thigh. Surprisingly I realized his statement was directed toward me. “You don’t remember me do you, Officer Darrian?” He asked as he moved behind me and unfastened the cuffs around my wrists. I looked upon him while he and one of the males on my right easily re-cuffed my wrists in front of me and then attached my shackles to the chain that dangled down from the ceiling.

A new terror overtook me. I had indeed seen this man before. Oh God! Someone I knew as a Sec Officer was going to see me like this! I looked at the male attempting to remember his familiar face, then it came to me. I had arrested this man! I could not recall his name but I had arrested him for smuggling about six months ago. How this hoodlum came to be right here, right now, I had no idea. The male smiled as I reflexively raised my hands to cover my breasts. But then the chain that was hooked to my shackles pulled my hands away as my wrists were elevated above my head.

I glanced around the chamber. Some males were eager to see me displayed open and aroused, and then there were others just simply amused with my predicament. Yet they were all here to see the Sector Authority Officer humiliated. The gang of animals to my left ravished the ill-fated slave girl. One of the brutes massaged the contents of a familiar black container liberally within her while three others effortlessly held her in place. She twisted in their grip, her breathing growing rough and labored, the effects of the ointment rapidly taking hold. I looked at Katarn. He stood laughing with two males I had not yet seen as all three watched me intently. Katarn caught me looking at him and he sneered tauntingly. In my embarrassment I lowered my head- and unwittingly looked straight into the eyes of the smuggler I had once arrested. I was now utterly at this thug’s mercy and confident he was going to make the most of it. There would be no escape.

“So Officer Darrian, how is it you come to be here in this exhibition hall? Only an obedient woman, who makes a voluntary request to proceed with her training, can be brought here for her public initiation as a temple slave. Surly, an accomplished officer of the Sector Authority would not submit to mere slavers on a backwater planet. Have you made such a request?” Asked the smuggler mockingly.

I turned my head away closing my eyes, wishing I could find the strength needed to halt the obscene squirming of my body upon the platform where I knelt. I tried to stop but could not. My mouth opened with a rugged gasp as the smuggler placed his large hand on my knee, and I trembled. The gossip and low key conversation in the room nearly fell silent save for the struggles and appreciative moans of the ravished slave girl to my left.

“I would like to be certain that you have earned the right to be here. Do you wish to be pleasing, slave?” His hand stroked over my thigh and I felt the hand of another male stroke my bare bottom.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Did you request your exhibition?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, my breath becoming even more unrestrained.

“Then let’s get on with it,” said the smuggler clearly overjoyed with the knowledge of what he was going to do to me.

I recoiled as he put both his hands on my knees and then drew them wide. The onlookers cheered barbarically jarring me into opening my eyes. Most of the males in their seats had risen and there were others that even began to move in closer. Then did the chains on my wrists pull and I was lifted from sitting back on my heels to a kneeling upright position. The smuggler’s hands gently stroked the insides of my thighs. My sex throbbed violently, the intuitive moisture there sweltering in an attempt to ready my body for the male’s violation. I panted, my head bobbing back and forth with each frantic breath. The second male joined in caressing my breasts from behind while the third simply stood back enjoying the show.

“Your need seems somewhat heightened, Lieutenant Darrian. Am I mistaken?” asked the smuggler. Just like Katarn, he sarcastically used my rank and name to mock me. Considering the circumstances, inwardly, I almost favored being called a slave.

His hands squeezed high up on the insides of my thighs and I bit the corner of my lower lip. The question itself was reprehensible, and so many males stood about attentively watching me, but he was so close to touching me I could not even conceive of attempting to spurn him now.

“No, you are not mistaken,” I whispered. “I-I am . . . aroused.”

“Indeed, and what would you have me do about it?”

“Touch me!” I pleaded, hysterics setting in. “Please touch me!”

“Very good, slave. You ask that I touch you rather than make demands of me. Your training is indeed progressing adequately. Although, I must ask you, does the shame of such a thing not trouble you?”

“I-I don’t care!” I cried frantically. His hands rose slightly higher, motivating me to continue on with my demeaning disclosure. “I need to be eased! I want you to touch me! Please!” The mob around us roared with laughter. I twisted violently as I was once again pushed beyond all bounds of self-control. I screamed hysterically throwing my head back, the smoldering hunger in my womanhood more intense now than it had ever been.

“Please! I am begging you! Use me! Use me and I will be pleasing!”

“Of that there is no doubt, slave. However, your torment is simply just too entertaining to end this soon,” the bastard said, his hands moving to the front of my thighs.

“OH!” I gasped, feeling his thumbs spread open my craving sex.

“Oh my! You are ready, aren’t you Adriana?” he asked as one finger finally entered me, testing me.

“Aunghhh!”

“Most becoming, slave. If it were up to me, I would see you suffer endlessly like this, so hot and agitated. Yet as you have lowered yourself to begging and made the request to publicly announce your submission, so now you may claim your reward,” said the smuggler, his finger gently sliding in and out. The second male stood behind me lightly kissing my neck. He chuckled softly in my ear as his hands continued to reach around and playfully squeeze my nipples.

“Make her scream!” I heard one of the spectators yell.

“Let her suffer!” hollered another.

“Please e-ease me!” I implored between labored gasps.

“Have you as yet acknowledged yourself as a slave?” asked the smuggler.

“What?! No!” I whimpered.

“If you wish to be eased, you must acknowledge yourself as a slave.”

“I-I am a slave,” I whispered. At that moment I was willing to say any and all words he asked of me.

“Louder!” he commanded as his finger drove up into me probing deeply.

“Ohhh! I AM A SLAVE!!!” I shouted. Laughter again roared throughout the chamber.

“From this moment on you must acknowledge all men as you master. Do you understand, slave?”

“Yes,” I replied, feeling an orgasm building rapidly.

“Yes what?”

“Yes . . . m-master,” I conceded.

“From this moment on you exist only to serve men as a temple slave. You must do whatever is asked of you by any master on this planet, be that master a man or a boy. The need you are experiencing now can easily be brought upon you at any time. It will no doubt be forced on you again and again as a result of the fact that you are indeed beautiful and respond well. However, only if you remain obedient will your heat be extinguished. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master!” I submit freely! “Please make the choice to ease me!” I did truly respond well to his touch as I squirmed over and over upon the dais. It was then that Katarn moved through the encircled group of males and came to stand next to the smuggler. He stood quietly for a long moment, savoring my reactions to the smuggler’s ministrations. He nodded and the smuggler withdrew his fingers.

“Now is a good time remind you of your coarse attitude just a short while ago,” prompted Katarn with a smile. “I told you Adriana, that I would see you crawl before you would be allowed release”

“No! Please, Katarn! No more! I am a slave! I beg to be eased!” I cried, yet the bastard was nothing less than elated by my distress.

“First I will see you crawl, salve.” He shifted slightly so he could face my adoring onlookers. “I will allow you to select any one of them to take you right here in this chamber, more than one if that is what you wish. But I want to see you crawl on your hands and knees to the one you choose and beg to be used here before us all.” He turned to look back at me. “Is that not generous of me, Adriana?”

I was mortified, but my actions now were not my own. All I wanted was to get on with it.

“Yes . . . master,” I whispered.

“You may thank me for giving you this opportunity to ease your need. I am certain that it must be unbearable by this point.”

“I-I thank you for allowing me to be . . . fucked, master,” I said, trembling.

Katarn smiled at me approvingly.

The male behind me then reached up and unclasped my wrists. Without a word all three males moved back. They watched me self-satisfied as I had to climb down on my own from the platform. Katarn watched me intently as I lowered myself to my knees upon the stone floor before him. Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward upon my hands.

“Very good, Officer Darrian,” he bolstered.

What the hell was I doing?!

I knew exactly what I was doing and I could not even consider stopping myself. The end of my need was in sight and I could do nothing but see this through to its shameful conclusion. I looked up at the excited and impatient mob of males awaiting me, and I crawled forward. Katarn’s smug gaze stung like a blaster bolt as I passed by him on my hands and knees.

“Come to me, slave! I will see to you!” called out one of the males.

“I will use you well!” exclaimed another.

I panted violently as I approached the enthusiastic group. My heart hammered in my chest from the apprehension of what they were going to do to me. I looked from one male to the other and at that moment I found myself not really caring at all witch one might take me. I crawled closer and closer till at last I found myself deep within the cluster of males and the lively horde moved to engulf me from all sides. I knelt helplessly on my hands and knees as the eager males began to touch me all over.

“Ohhh!” I moaned, as one of the males wasted no time before stroking my sex from behind. Once again so many hands were on my body simultaneously that I could not begin to differentiate the toying of one male from another. I closed my eyes tight, burying my humiliation down deep so that I could surrender to the moment entirely. The males stroked and caressed me everywhere, demanding fingers again taking me to the threshold of release in mere seconds. I held my position on all fours at the focal point of this romp feeling an orgasm building so rapidly that my mind reeled.

“You must choose one to ease you, slave,” reminded a male behind me as his hand took control over my womanhood from another.

“Ahhh!”

“Who shall it be? Perhaps your passion is so high that you require more than one to aid you.” His comment brought laughter from all those circled around me.

I opened my eyes and the first male I saw was crouched down on my right side, his hand reaching under me to touch my breast. He was a large, powerfully built, handsome man. A few years younger than myself, but he would do.

“You,” I whispered. “Will you ease me? Please use me,” I pleaded forcing my eyes to meet his as I made that horrid request.

The conversation and laughter in our little party escalated as the male stood upright. “Yes, slave. I will see to you. However I would like to hear you ask me again. It pleases me.”

“Please use me . . . master!”

With that the chosen male took hold of both my forearms and pulled me to my feet. His muscular arms pressed my naked body to his so that he could lower his head and kiss me. His kiss was hard and fierce and the male refused to be denied, not that I had any compulsion of denying him at this point. One of the many males at my back chuckled, then I felt a strange hand return to the furnace between my thighs from behind and tickle a moan from me that was muffled by my kiss. The anonymous fingers thrust up deep and I gasped, suffocated by the kiss I dared not end. Then the male I had handpicked pulled back for an instant to look upon me, and he smiled. Roughly, he turned me around forcing me to bare the gazes of all the other males around us. His hands left my forearms and I bit my lower lip, blushing from all those lustful eyes on me. It was then, in that shameful moment, among all those men circled around me . . . I saw Ryan there! The man who had once seduced and deceived me now viewed my degradation with the same vigor as every other male in this mob. There was no sympathy in his eyes, certainly no jealousy, Ryan too was there to see me humiliated, and his presence there certainly added to it.

The male’s hands moved around me and his fingers spread the nether lips of my sex. He pulled my hips back-and my mouth dropped with a low grunt as he entered me without warning! He was taking me right here! Right now! I had begged for it but somewhere in my mind I believed my use indeed would be in private. However my mortification quickly faded as the male’s hips began to move.

“Aungh” I squealed, realizing I had made a good choice considering this man was truely well equipped to please any female. I rode out my pleasure in the midst of those onlookers and they all laughed. Some even continued to touch me while I was being used. Fingers gently squeezed my nipples and thighs. One audacious young man even reached out to me stroking my clit, his toying going on undaunted as I was hammered again and again from behind by the impelling manhood. I was being used and stroked and caressed all over. This wouldn’t take long.

I looked past the shoulders of the mob in front of me. Katarn was right there watching, smiling.

The man used me hard and fast.

I moaned loudly.

I was going to cum!

I was going to cum and Katarn would see! He would truely win!

The man thrust in and out harder and faster.

“Ohh noo! Noooo!” I panted strenuously, feeling as though my lungs would burst.

The man drove into me hard and fast, unremitting and unmerciful.

I was going to cum!

Another male squeezed my nipple.

One more caressed my sex from the front as I was used hard from behind, and . . . and-

“OHHHH!” I groaned loudly behind clenched teeth. My body involuntarily bucking up as release was finally mine. Laughter roared from all around me as I spasmed reflexively again and again in a climax the likes of which I had never before experienced. When I was done, the brute threw me to the floor so that I could pull myself together. I laid upon my back, exhausted, mindless from the event.

All the males stood over me, watching amused as I struggled to catch my breath. Horrified I realized they weren’t finished with me yet. One of the males crouched down and squeezed the inside of my thigh. I trembled as his hand moved up to touch my sex.

“Ohh!” I gasped. I was extremely tender from the jarring use I had just endured and nearly attempted to push his hand away. But I knew if I did that my situation would most likely get much worse. Nevertheless, as the male molested me, things did get worse. Almost immediately my need resurfaced-and in full force! I gaped at the male, mortified, and he chuckled.

“What’s this?” the man asked mockingly. Clearly he was already aware that little effort was required to rekindle my arousal, and the man took great amusement in my surprise.

“Oh, god! NO!” It seemed was all I could manage between labored gasps and I closed my eyes tight. My sex was so sensitive then that I let out an earsplitting squeal when the fingers of the new male delved deeply within. The laughter around me was nearly deafening yet all was beyond me save squirming and moaning.

“Can ths be? Could this slave be in heat so soon after just being seen too? What have you to say, slave?” he asked.

“I-ah-I . . . Yes! Yes!” I cried. “It will not stop! My need! It- it still grows! I beg you to ease me!” The male who touched me and all those circled around us took delight in my hysterics and they allowed me ramble on uninterrupted. “Please! Ohhh! Please, master! I-OH-beg you! I beg-to be- used again!” I screamed. My left hand blindly reached out and grasping the leg of one of the males standing over me, my right clutched the wrists of the male’s toying hand between my thighs in an attempt to retain its place there. “OHHHH!!!”

“Indeed?” said the male. “Your need does seem much upon you, slave. However, if you wish to be eased, I would prefer to see an alternate solution.”

“What?!” I asked impatiently, opening my eyes. “I will do anything you ask! Just-please ease me!”

The male smiled and I knew right then he had something dreadful in mind. He withdrew his hand and moved aside, still crouching beside me. Almost as one the male and one other on my left took hold of my knees and thighs, drawing them wide. Then another brute took control of both my wrists and pinned them above my head to the floor. The crowd of men separated so that one of the covered slave girls could approach me. She was much smaller than I, but extremely beautiful. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a long ponytail that made her look somewhat chaste. There was no doubt in my mind that this slave receives plenty of attention. The slave came toward me. Many of the men around her reached out to touch her bottom and breasts, and the slave stopped between my feet. I watched her as she closed her eyes, seemingly relishing all those hands exploring her body. It didn’t take long before one of the males reached up under the front of her toga and tickled a moan from the tramp. Was this even more punishment? Watching her moan and respond to the hands upon her body while I remained untouched served only to add fuel to my fire. Why was this slave touched while I was not? This went on for some time. My sex throbbed and once again I could not keep from squirming. Then the slave smiled. Opening her eyes, she looked down at me. The males continued to fondle with her as she lowered herself gracefully down to her knees on the floor between my widely held legs.

Oh no! This girl is going to go down on me right here! In front of everyone! And I know I will respond to it! My eyes glanced at Katarn, then the smuggler. They were greatly amused, and I expected nothing less.

Then, despite Ryan’s deception, I sought him out in the cluster of men standing over me. I suppose there was a sliver of hope in the back of my mind that he might be jealous or envious or feel anything that would drive him to defend me. That desperate hope was quickly shattered as I realized Ryan was the very male holding my left calf wide for the female slave. Regardless of that night we once shared together, I realized then, that to him I was just one more mere female slave.

I watched the slave intently as she leaned forward and took hold of my thighs.

Oh my god! I can’t let this happen!

I pulled and struggled against the hands that held me. The slave smiled knowing full well as agitated as I was now, there was no way in hell I would be able to restrain myself. I looked back at her, my expression pleading with her not to do this. Regardless of whatever misery I would have to weather, the slave girl moved in.

“Ah-ahh!” I gasped as her fingers found my womanhood.

The slave giggled.

“Being touched in this manner is more than I am able to tolerate. Tell me, how do you find it?” Her voice was soft and comforting, and nearly sympathetic.

I didn’t speak. I didn’t know what to say, which was probably a good thing. This slave touched my sex expertly and climax was fast approaching. The only thing I could accomplish now, at this point, was to writhe from her ministrations.

Giggling, the slave leaned forward down to her elbows so that her teeth and tongue could reach me. The three males held me firmly in place upon the floor while she tasted me deeply. It wasn’t long before the girl had me kicking and screaming. And all the men loved it. The slave intentionally drug it out for me to give all those twisted spectators a good show. The little bitch deliberately licked at me much too softly and slowly, the light caresses of her tongue more than enough to drive me insane but not quite enough to finish the job. Of course there were those intrepid males who had to lay their hands on me during my torment and make it all that much worse.

Covered with sweat, I squirmed well for the girl amid the roaring laughter for some time. Moaning and mewling I humiliated myself endlessly with every lash of her tongue. This went on endlessly, then at last, the slave pulled away. Once more I responded exactly how they wanted me to. My heat now was brought to the surface and razor-sharp. There was no possibility of restraint.

“Please! NO! Please ease me!” I shrieked fighting the hands that continued to hold me down.

“The Sec Officer has been mastered by a slave!” shouted one of the males bringing more laughter to fray.

I watched the slave as she rose to her feet. She had that smug smile I was seeing way too often, letting me know I was right where she wanted me. And that bitch would not stop giggling!

“I’m glad you find this amusing!” I shouted at her still pulling at the grip on my wrists.

She moved aside and then Katarn was there looking down at me between my widely held legs.

“Your conditioning is moving along better than I ever dreamed, Adriana. Moreover, I very much like seeing you in this position.” He taunted as his eyes took in my open womanhood. “Do you wish to be used again? If you ask me, I might allow it.”

He might allow it?! The dubiousness of Katarn’s words was not lost on me. In the back of my mind I reflected on the way things worked here. I considered the odds of Katarn actually allowing me to get laid, even if I did beg for it. He seemed hellbent on keeping me aroused and unsatisfied just for the sport of it. They all did. But I was sure that if I didn’t beg, this madness would no doubt go on endlessly. Katarn looked down at me from between my legs. The opening between my thighs throbbed and clenched spasmodically as though my sex itself was aware of his attention.

I had no other choice but to obey.

Horrified, I found myself wanting to obey, thankful I was left with no other option. I even felt indebted to Katarn for leaving me no other alternatives. At that moment I understood I was no longer a slave by circumstances beyond my control, I was a slave that was voluntarily submitting to his will.

I had to beg.

I had no other choice but to obey.

I wanted to obey!

“Katarn . . . master, please allow me to be used,” I whispered. I wanted desperately to close my eyes from the shame of my words but I could not. I had to look on, impatient to see what was going to happen next.

Katarn moved back and that very smuggler I had once arrested took his spot. He was already unclothed, his body obviously prepared to take me. He did not speak as he wasted no time in dropping down between my captive and open legs. I wailed as he presented himself to the hungry furnace between my thighs, a response he seemed to find more than satisfactory.

“OHHH! YES!!!” I screamed with gratitude as he began to move.

The hands that had restrained me were gone and I immediately wrapped my arms and legs around his body, holding onto the smuggler as tightly as I could.

“Who is your master, slave?” he asked in my ear.

“You are my master!” I gasped raising my hips and grinding against him.

Quickly release began to overtake me and the smuggler chuckled.

He moved faster and more harshly.

“Scream for me,” my master commanded.

And I did. I screamed with everything I had, pressing my body firmly against his just as I climaxed.

He continued to use me.

I climaxed again.

Then again.

Then again.

A dark haze engulfed me as he continued on and on. I lay exhausted. My strength was spent and my will to resist was totally obliterated. The noise and laughter around me began to fade.

The smuggler fucked me well, and then at last, all consciousness left me.