She panted, she moaned, she pleaded and groaned.
How long had it been now? Hours upon hours? Days upon days? How long had poor Tezlia been captive to the cruel and merciless intergalactic pirating organisation? By her own accounts she couldn’t say. The hours and days of relentless teasing, orgasm, laughter and squealing have blurred into a continuing stream of torment.
In reality it had been well over a fortnight ago since her captivity. The shy but upcoming Cargo Trader Captains career is now on ice as her ship was raided in lawless space.
Of course Tazila gave no violent resistance under the unofficial treaty that spacers have out here in the badlands of space, protected by an unwritten agreement between pirates and corporations that a lack of resistance means safety from an untimely death and permanent harms.
But that treaty didn’t say anything about inducing pleasure. It didn’t say anything about interrogations through non-painful methods! And surely this spunky blue haired captain had the goods on some supply routes and catches that her captors would love to take for themselves.
With that in mind her captors placed their new guest into the one of their many “Breaking Booths”
Tezlia was stripped naked and slipped into a level IV skin-tight life support and regulation suit, her body now able to endure many times over the normal stresses her stamina would usually accommodate. The suit inflicting just enough muscular tensing and pressing to allow her body to keep from going stiff and sore. Her long and lovely legs placed into the booths fittings and her arms cuddled under her breasts, making her utterly bound and stuck within the confines of the small booth.
The suit itself is equipped with a fine inner layer of nano-tendrils designed to excite and pleasure the body through subtle but relentless touch. Her nipples in particular swarmed by them. Two golden rings use dozens of vibrating prongs to deliver both devious pleasure and oils that enlarge and sensitise her throbbing, needy nipples.
Down below where she and onlookers could see, her feet underwent an unseen and constant teasings. Each of her slender white toes are clamped and spread out. At least half a dozen spinning brushes and bristles work away at every inch of her exposed soles and toes. Textured buffers press down deep into the arches and combs scrapping under the toes as a testament to the machines creativity. The pirates quickly learned her natural erogenous zones on these peds and upped both the time and the intensity of torment to truly cruel and unusual levels.
And finally where was the apparatus placed under and snuggling her pussy. Inside of her squirmed dozens of smooth tentacles that stroke, tap and tease her inner walls to bring her to orgasm again and again and again. They knew no rest and only turned off for the scant sleep she gets between her sessions.
The item that truly sealed her doom and got her to spill the beans on day two is the “Clit Breaker” that entraps, squeezes, lubricates and subjects the prisoners clit to growth, hypersensitivity and sensations ranging from kisses to flicks to tickles to suckles. This device alone would be enough to break poor Tezila.
She struggles, she squeals, she laughs and she drools, she moans and she begs. Nothing never makes the teasing stop except when the booth decides so. Utterly and truly helpless as a machine keeps her in a state of orgasmic mercy.
Indeed the pirates got all the information out of their guest soon into her captivity. Now they’re simply keeping her “entertained” while awaiting the monthly prisoner exchange before they hand poor Tezila back to the Spacer Trading Corp.
Delivered unharmed and with no signs of permanent damage.
As per the unwritten agreement.
