FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Name: N/A

Species: Human

[b]Stats[/b]

HP: 26

Strength: 16 (+3)

Dexterity: 12 (+1)

Constitution: 12 (+1)

Intelligence: 14 (+2)

Willpower: 8 (-1)

Charisma: 12 (+1)

[b]Skills[/b]

Martial arts: +4

Gymnastics: +4

Computer use: +2

Linguistics: +3

Repair: +3

[b]Equipment[/b]

Phone

Swiss army knife

/----------------------------------------------------------------------

You are a computer design student that has been doing very well in college. Your grades are steadily rising, and you are making good progress towards your dreams of enjoying a life as a game designer.

You were doing that, anyway. Now…

Well, as you open your eyes and see that you’re not in bed, but instead are strapped down to a large metal table, you realize that things aren’t quite going the way that you’d expect. A large eyeball on a stalk - mechanized, of course - stares down at you, and you hear several soft bleep beeps as it registers you waking up.

Looking around, you can tell that the room is laid out similarly to a medical room. Of course, most of them don’t have a weird helmet that seems to be plastered to your skull, zapping you every so often and making your fingers and toes twitch oddly. And your dick, somehow; nudity makes that very easy to see. You blush slightly, but keep testing your bindings.

You have some bit of freedom, but not much, only able to move your arms a few inches in any direction due to some hard-light structures that keep you bound. More than that, you feel that the table behind you is warming up, and feel something starting to form under your back, nearly at your ass.

But you don’t get a chance to think on that very much. A panel from the ceiling drops down, hovering in front of your face, and a reptilian face appears on it. It speaks...something. You can’t be completely sure what, but it seems to gesture at you and talk about you.

/----------------------

//: At this point, I figure that escape, while this creature is directly observing me, is an option that would be unlikely to succeed, and likely only get me punished. I relax as best I can, nodding and smiling at the reptilian alien, and slowly try and slip my hands out of their bindings. (End)

[i](Roll Dexterity, DC 15)

(12+1=13)[/i]

You fail to pull your hands free from the bindings, and you can feel that the chair is pushing up against you more and more. You know that there’s something sliding between your ass cheeks, sparking softly and making your muscles twitch in an annoying, yet somehow also somewhat arousing way. It would be nice if you didn’t feel similar sparks coming from the helmet on your head, making it hard to think clearly.

On the screen, the alien seems to gather that you’re not understanding him, and makes a surprisingly human gesture of annoyance. He taps something off-screen, and suddenly a MUCH stronger shock shoots through your body.

[i](Roll Constitution, DC 13)

(11+1=12)[/i]

You feel your body arch into the current, and at the same time, you start aching horribly. Your body isn’t meant to take current blasts of that power...not at the moment, anyway.

[i](-5 HP)[/i]

At the same time, you realize that the speaker is coming through more clearly. The next time the sound comes through, you hear actual words.

[i]“This subject can understand me now? Finally. Listen, alien. You are being processed for sale. We have a good market waiting for us on Nebulon 83, and you need to be in a good state for slavery. Just stay still, and you won’t get hurt like half of the subjects we’ve taken from your planet have.”[/i]

/------------------

//: I can’t help myself, and I start to struggle anew against the bonds. “Slavery!? What… no! Let me out of here!” I cry out, not knowing or caring if the alien can hear me. If I can’t slip out, I’ll try to loosen or break the bonds by brute force… (End)

[i](Roll Strength, DC 16)

(11+3=14)[/i]

Despite heaving yourself back and forth, you can’t break through the hard-light structures. Then again, if you had, wouldn’t that have been surprising?

The displayed alien shakes his head at you, seemingly understanding what you said.

[i]“You don’t have a choice, alien. You will be sold into slavery, and you will -”[/i]

Beep, beep, beep.

An alarm goes off, and the alien looks about.

[i]“What? What do you mean that the other prisoners are staging a riot? Damn it...Alright, let’s deal with it.”[/i]

The picture shuts off, and you are left alone. The current continues to shock at your head, and you can feel things are shifting. Your thoughts feel a bit more...quiet. Like it’s easier not to think, easier to follow orders. Easier to go with the flow. With each successive shock to your scalp, it’s getting harder and harder to think of escape.

And you can feel that the shocking thing now pressing against your asshole only promises to make it more difficult, to complete the circuit.

As it nearly slides into you, you glance around the room rapidly. You can see several exposed bits of wiring along the wall, each of which could feed into the power system holding the hard-light active. Your fingers aren’t able to reach, but you can see bits and pieces lying on the table you could throw. Across the room, you can see a speaker by a computer, and it looks like someone might have left an intercom switch on; maybe it’s voice activated?

Or you might keep struggling. But whatever you do, you better do it fast, because that thing is about to slide in, and you can just bet that the next shock is going to be stronger than the first.

/---------------

//: I consider the voice option, but I realize that it most likely would know if a human was talking, and besides, likely only accepted orders in these aliens’ language. Instead, I throw a few items at the wiring, hoping that I can cause a short circuit or something… (End)

[i](Roll Martial Arts, DC 10)

(2+4=6)[/i]

You fail rather miserably on hitting the wiring with the bits of trash on the table, only slapping them against the wall. It seems like you weren’t so good a shot as you were thinking you were.

[i](Roll Constitution, DC 12)

(13+1=14)[/i]

You succeed in clenching your hole shut to keep the probe out, this time, but you can feel a sharp shock from the probe that makes your cock twitch, rising up from barely erect to throbbing hard. The next time, you might not be so lucky.

You are out of trash on the table. Your other options remain, though you can hear running in the corridor outside of this strange med-lab.

/-----------------------

//: I decide to take my chances, and raise my voice, planning to catch the attention of the (hopefully) humans outside. “Hey! Help me! I’m in here!!” I cry out, praying to every god I knew that they would rescue me… (End)

Perhaps someone is listening, because the door opens to reveal...well, not quite a human, but something more human than was talking to you.

As naked as you, the creature seems to be human from the stomach down, and reptilian from the stomach up. Hard green scales cover him across his chest, and his face has apparently been stretched out into a snout. Sharp teeth show through, a bit like a crocodile, and -

Whoa. You didn’t expect a cock more than a foot long standing out from his crotch as he shuts the door behind him.

“You…”

His voice is a mix of a hiss and a gravelly old man’s.

“Another one, huh? Let’s...let’s see if I can get you out of that.”

He walks over to you, and grabs hold of your arm. With a sudden wrench, he pulls you free of the hard-light bindings, something that you couldn’t do at the best of times. A quick three repeats of that later, and you are free of the table, the helmet coming free of your head...along with most of your hair, but it seems a fair trade.

He sets you on the ground, looking you over.

“Who are you? Wait, doesn’t matter. We’re all slaves here, so...better stick together.”

/---------------

//: I nod, thankful to my rescuer for freeing me. “I heard that there was a riot among the prisoners. That was you guys, right?” I ask, looking around the room, for anything that they might have left of mine nearby… (End)

A quick survey of the room proves that they didn’t leave you anything in the way of clothes. However, someone seems to have been fascinated with your cell phone and your pocketknife, which are on a table nearby. You grab them, holding one in each hand.

[b](Received Cell Phone.)

(Received Pocketknife)[/b]

“Yeah, it was...was us,” your rescuer says, shaking his head. “Us. Heh. Now it’s me. They killed half of my friends, and now they’re harvesting the rest of us back up. All those weapons...kid, if you thought that we were good at fighting, these aliens are something else.

“No time for talkin, though. If we’re going to get back home, we need to get out of here. I heard that there were escape pods on Deck 1, and since we’re on Deck 3, it’s only two floors away. Think you might be able to use their computers? I ain’t got any luck with that, but…”

He looks desperate, hoping that you have some computer skills. Whatever alternative plan he might have doesn’t seem to sound good to him, with that look.

/---------------

//: “Well, I know a bit about computers… but those are Earth ones… I’ll give it a shot, though; maybe I can get us down there…” I say, looking for a computer terminal, or some way to access the system… (End)

You quickly see the computer that you could have voice-activated from the table. It seems to be hooked directly into the ship’s main databases, from what the screensavers seem to show. Hey, this guy must have liked someone like Elvis...or at least, if Elvis was big, green, and scaly. Then again, with all the conspiracy theories, who says he’s not?

/---------------

//: I try to work my way into the computer mainframe, attempting to view the security cameras they must have in every hallway. If I can access them, then I can see how close they are… and maybe disable the ones on the way to the 1st deck, so they can’t see us… (End)

[i](Roll Linguistics, DC 12, Roll Computer Use, DC 15)

(3+3=6, 9+2=11)[/i]

Things...don’t go the way that you want. You manage to turn the computer on, get past the screen savers, but almost immediately you are lost amidst the scrolling language on the screen. You type a few things in desperation, hoping that you can get some system up that you can recognize, and immediately things start to go wrong.

You hear your rescuer suddenly grunt and struggle, and you turn around to see several arms - combinations of mechanization and hard-light structures - grabbing him and pulling him back, even lifting him off of the ground. He struggles against them, but even his massive strength isn’t enough to pull him free. He is dragged towards the table, and you can see several other arms reaching down for you. A beeping alarm fills the room, and you can just make out the words - thanks to the forced shift in your brain for auditory stuff - “Patient Subduction Routines Activated.”

Seems like you turned on the system to stop patients escaping.

/------------------

//: In desperation, despite the wrenching in my heart I feel, I dash away from the arms reaching for me, and reach the door to the room. I hesitate, but knowing that there’s no way to help my rescuer, I close the door, and take off down the hallway… (End)

[i](Roll Dexterity, DC 12)

(13+1=14)[/i]

You dodge past the various mechanized arms to reach the hallway. You quickly find yourself in the middle of a corridor, about eight feet wide, with the walls completely shimmery and looking chrome-colored. Dozens of doors seem to line it, with the ends of the corridor stretching towards the edges of vision, hundreds of feet away.

Around you, on the floor, are unconscious, helmeted individuals. If they are the slaves that our rescuer said were escaping, they don’t quite look dead. Not the way that they twitch, anyway, and not the way that there are scales slowly running down their bodies. It seems that every single twitch from the helmets they wear carries the scales a bit further.

You worry a bit about what you might have suffered already, but there’s no time for that. You can hear footsteps coming your way, and they seem to becoming from one of the various rooms around you.

Looking up and down, you can see several doors that look open, as well as what looks like an elevator about 40 feet to your left.

Then again, there’s always the infamous airducts that you can see at the bottom of the wall in front of you.

/-------------------

//: With the level of technology they have, I realize that they can likely override elevator commands. As such, I attempt to reach the airducts, deciding to chance that instead… (End)

[i](Roll Strength, DC 13)

(14+3=17)[/i]

You easily wrench the covering for the air duct free, and you are halfway into it as one of the doors nearby slides open with a shnickt sound. Several reptilian soldiers see you, and one starts lifting a weapon and aiming it at you.

You duck into the vent just in time to avoid being hit, and watch as an energy net starts rebounding down one end of the vent. It keeps going for nearly ten seconds before finally coming to a stop, leaving you ‘safe’...at least for now.

The vent itself stretches forward and back into extreme darkness, making it about impossible to see. However, you can feel what seems like a blast of air coming from the vent to your right, even if the air seems to be carrying a heady wave of musk with it, almost mind-numbing in intensity. It blows past you, leaving you feeling slightly damp.

/--------------

//: Partially motivated by curiosity, I decide to follow the musk scent… if it’s one of the lizard soldiers having fun, then I might be able to surprise him, and gain an advantage… (End)

You take the vent path, at a very slow rate. This is mostly due to the fact that it is rather cramped, but also due to the fact that you are having to feel your way along. Almost five minutes in, you almost fall down a hole, and you don’t want to risk that. Particularly when you felt how much heat was coming up through it; you might have fallen down into the reactor of the ship, for all you knew.

You keep crawling along, and you have the feeling that you are descending through the main decks. It is slow, gradual, but by the time that you come to a small opening in the vent, you feel that you have to have climbed down at least one deck, to Deck Two.

Looking out through the hole, you realize that you’re looking over the command bridge of the ship, staring down into the heart of reptilian operations. The more you stare, the more you realize why you were getting such a whiff of musk on the way down.

After all, what else would you smell with an orgy going on?

It seems to be a punishing one, however, with partially transformed and untransformed humans alike being fucked ruthlessly by the various aliens. Some of them seem to be almost willing by now, and you can see that their eyes have been turned as green as their scales as they willingly suck and slobber over alien cock, bobbing their heads up and down over those bulbous, fat cocks.

In the center of the bridge, you can see the alien that talked to you over communications, sitting in what looks like the Captain’s Chair. He…

He is somehow floating a human over his cock, bouncing him up and down without so much as touching him, as the human starts transforming from his ass outwards, scales and tail growing.

It is utter debauchery, and you can feel your cock throbbing at the sight of it.

/------------------------

//: I stare at the orgy in front of me, before attempting to turn around, not wanting to risk falling into that hole… however, I barely start to try, before I hear a loud noise, from the metal walls flexing… (End)

[i](Roll Dexterity, DC 11)

(8+1=9)[/i]

You don’t quite stop fast enough, and you notice that one of the lizard creatures fucking near the vent turns around, looking about. He pulls out of the slave he’s fucking, and in that moment, you have his cock pointed right towards the vent you’re hiding in.

It is massive, perhaps 13 inches long, with a thick base that resembles a canine knot. The tip is rounded, fatter than a human’s, and it is utterly soaked with drool.

More than that, it is dripping with pre, and you are hit with a wave of musk and pheromones like you would never have imagined prior to this. Your eyes roll back in your skull, and you can feel your cock throbbing like mad, almost slapping against your stomach as a result of the smell. If you had been fully converted, you realize, you would have been revealing yourself and begging to suck on that shaft, begging to be used.

As it stands…

[i](Roll Willpower, DC 10)

(17-1=16)[/i]

You manage to hold yourself together, though it is with some difficulty as that cock sways back and forth over you. Soon, the reptile pulls away from the vent…

Your heart sinks as he heads towards the captain, and you can see him relating that there was a noise. The captain pauses with the human slut pulled down hard on his cock, and seems to smile.

[i]“Officers!”[/i]

Everyone turns to face him.

[i]“It would appear we have an intruder. Search everywhere! The consoles, the rooms, the vents! Turn everything out; find the escaped prisoner!”[/i]

/----------------

//: In a panic, I decide to chance the hole, and work my way backwards through the vent… at least it beats being dragged out of the vent, and fucked by those lizards… (End)

You quickly find out that the vent is too narrow for you to turn around in. You would have to keep edging backwards, ass first, towards the way you came, and you remember several points where the floor became jagged and stair-like.

Most of the reptiles seem to be searching around the bridge, with others heading towards the door below you, to check the rest of the deck. Only one seems to be approaching your particular vent.

/------------------

//: Helpless, I hold my breath, trying not to make a noise… with any luck, the alien would lose interest, and search elsewhere… (End)

Unfortunately, he comes right up to the vent. You can hear him muttering and complaining, and as his cock is the only one you’ve seen so far that hasn’t been slobbered on, you can guess why. He pokes at the vent hole with his weapon, and you can see the tip glowing with energy as he starts undoing the screws by the vent.

[i]“Stupid rank, making it so I get a slave last…”[/i] He mutters under his breath. [i]“How long’s it been? Seriously...Just need to get off…”[/i]

From the way that he’s ‘dressed’ - and one uses that term loosely - you might imagine that he’s an engineer. A rather hard up, desperate one...and possibly one willing to make a deal. Then again, that idea might be from the intense, pent-up musk rising up to the vent right now.

The hatch is almost off.

/-----------------------

//: Hearing the words, I decide to chance something… I whisper to the reptile, hoping he’d be open to a trade… “You want to get off? I have a proposal for you… I’ll be your personal slave for the rest of this voyage… and next time you visit Earth, you help me escape back… does that sound fair?” (End)

[i](Roll Charisma, DC 9)

(3+1=4)[/i]

You see him immediately turn to look towards you, but he’s hiding it. He acts like he’s still unscrewing the bolts around the vent, but he whispers back at you.

[i]“Captain wouldn’t allow it...Slaves are to be sold, not kept. You want to make a deal, give me something a bit better,”[/i] he whispers. You can see his cock throbbing, though, and you can tell he’s interested in something. If things work the way you think, he’s close to the bottom of the totem pole, and won’t likely get any action for years, at this rate.

Past him, you can see the captain back to work, having fun. He’s lifted the human off of his cock by now, and you can see him somehow forcing the human’s cock up and down, as if he’s telekinetically stroking it, milking it. As the human slave cums, you can see the transformation shoot forward, the eyes becoming more green, more servile.

[i](Roll Willpower, DC 14)

(4-1=3)[/i]

You shiver, and swallow as you imagine yourself in that position. You can feel your cock throbbing all the more, and you feel the urge to offer the engineer a quick fuck in an adjoining room...all towards the cause of escape, of course, to get him off his guard, or so you tell yourself. But do you actually make the offer?

/------------------------

//: I do offer, seeing no other easy way. “Well, then… why don’t you fuck me senseless instead? Just help me get down to Deck 1 after that…” I whisper, adding a seductive tone to my voice… (End)

[i](Roll Charisma, DC 8)

(16+1=17)[/i]

You can see that offer makes some sense to the engineer, and he slowly nods.

[i]“Alright. Go down that vent, turn left, and then come out in the dorm room you find. See you in a minute.”[/i]

As he gets down, you get crawling, following his instructions. It’s pretty easy to get there, particularly as there’s so much noise in the background that you are easily ignored as you crawl about. As you reach the new room, you are immediately assaulted with the smell of cum and jockstraps and sweat; apparently, whoever lives here doesn’t clean up much.

You aren’t standing there long before the engineer steps in, the door opening and closing behind him rapidly. He walks up, and no sooner does he touch you than you’re on your knees. His cock throbs right in front of you, and you can smell his musk, his pheromones, and it is so hard for you to think of anything else but his cock.

[i](Roll Willpower, DC 13)

(13-1=12)[/i]

In fact, you can’t think of anything else but his cock. He doesn’t even have to command it; you immediately grab hold and start sucking on it. The mere taste of his pre feels addictive in nature, and you moan as you feel his cock sliding towards the back of your throat. You can feel your cock twitching, as if the taste might very well send you to a hands-free orgasm. Your body must have been at least partially conditioned before your escape!

And the engineer grins to himself.

[i]“Mmmph. Didn’t think...didn’t think you were that...eager. Fuck, you’re good…”[/i]

/-----------------

//: I only moan in response, sucking hard, and rubbing my tongue along the underside of that reptilian cock… A part of me wants to pleasure him as hard as possible, and get me out of this situation… but at the same time, I want to serve this alien… make him cum again and again, even if we leave Earth… (End)

[i](Roll Willpower, DC 14)

(13-1=12)[/i]

It is impossible to deny your need to serve the alien, and you continue to bob your head up and down, feeling that cock sliding further back and stretching your mouth open further as you reach his thicker base. You can feel his pre sliding over your tongue, down your throat, and each little taste fills you with utter bliss.

His hand rests on your head, and you can feel his thick, scaly tail resting on your shoulders, pulling you closer and keeping you from getting away from his musk.

[i]“You like being my little bitch, huh? You like being my little cock-sucking whore?”[/i]

You can’t help but groan in affirmation, feeling like your mind is slipping away a bit.

[i]“Heh...well, do a good job, and maybe...maybe...I can make you my real slave...There’s gotta be a free helmet and conversion center somewhere on the ship…”[/i]

You definitely shiver at that, a part of you loving it. If it weren’t for the fact that you were gulping on his cock, you would be begging for it.

And then, suddenly, he lets you go, his cock sliding out of your throat, his tail wrapped around your arm now, more to keep you from running than anything else. He points to the ground, and you can tell that he’s about ready to fuck your ass.

/-----------------------------

//: I grin widely, and get down on all fours, wiggling my ass slightly, inviting him to fuck me hard…. I brace myself for his cock, but can’t wait to feel that pleasure… (End)

Now that you’re not buried in his crotch, your mind is clearing slightly, but it is quickly consumed with the concern of taking that rather large cock into your ass. A bit of worry does marvels to clear the mind, and though your cock still throbs, though you can feel your own needs burning hot, you can tell that this engineer plans on using you as much as he can. Your obvious enjoyment of servitude might backfire, make him think better on the deal.

But then you feel how hot, how slick his cock is, feeling the throbbing hardness pressing against your hole. It is so slick that part of the head just slides in, even as you feel yourself starting to stretch around it.

You feel a glob of spit hit your ass, adding to the slickness as the alien treats you like the bitch slave that he sees you as, and his cock pulls back before trying to push in again. This time, it slides almost all the way in, stretching you further, further, as if three fingers were trying to be rammed into you at the same time.

He pulls back again, and you get the feeling that this time he’s going to make it go in. That whole, huge thing, about to wreck your ass…

/-------------------

//: Feeling that length enter me, even if only partially, was enough to drive my libido sky-high, and only one thing came to mind… “Fuck me… please…” I moan out, getting ready for that to enter me… (End)

The alien grins at you, and you feel his scaly hand pressing against the back of your neck. It strokes, rubbing about where a collar might be.

And then it enters you. His cock, his thick, hard, fat cock slams in, spreading you wide and shoving your chest and head down against the floor with the force of it. He leaves you spread open, fucked wide around his cock as he starts hammering in and out, his fat cock head smashing against your prostate every time that he slid in, and grinding against it every time that he slid out.

[i]“Let you go...get you to Deck 1...I bet you don’t even want to go now, do you, bitch?”[/i] He laughs at you, continuing the fuck. [i]“Look at you. Slut. Whore. You are just like the rest of your kind, after you get a taste of our cocks. You need it...You need it all the time.”[/i]

He holds you down with one hand on the back of your neck, his tail wrapped possessively around your leg as he fucks you hard, his balls slapping against yours, his body so much bigger, so much more masculine than yours as he rams you into the ground. The hard deck is cold against you, but he’s so hot, so burning hot over you and in you.

You can feel him leaking pre, and it makes you slicker, wetter inside. You can take him easier, and you swear that the pre is setting off mini-orgasms in your mind.

[i](Roll Constitution, DC 14)

(13+1=14)[/i]

You barely manage to keep from cumming, but it is a near thing, your cock dripping like mad. You swear you’re kneeling in a puddle of your own pre.

Pre that is soon added to by a blast of cum up your ass. The engineer cums hard, growling over you as he seeds your hole. It is...marvelous. Your body burns with the need for more, almost like an earth animal in heat.

[i](Roll Willpower, DC 12)

(14-1=13)[/i]

You JUST manage to avoid begging for more cum automatically as the engineer pulls out of you, rubbing his cum-slimy cock against your ass cheeks and leaving them damp.

/----------------------

//: I pant, but do manage to keep my mind clear, focused on its goal… “So? Do we have a deal?” I ask, trying not to sound demanding, but worried that the ship will move out of the solar system before I get there… (End)

[i](Roll Charisma, DC 14)

(20+1=21)[/i]

Despite your incredibly whore-ish performance as his slut, something about you manages to convince the engineer to keep to his deal. He pants softly, his cock still dripping and oozing pre for a few seconds as he nods.

[i]“Damn...was really hoping to keep you...but I guess a deal’s a deal.”[/i]

He reaches into one of the compartments in the room and pulls out a keycard. It is marked with a number of different symbols that you can’t read, but he hands it over to you.

[i]“This’ll get the elevator on a non-stop course to Deck One. Course, can’t guarantee that the other crew members won’t get you...but you can’t have it overridden with this. That’s my guarantee.”[/i]

/-------------------------

//: I nod in thanks, before shivering in the cold. “Umm… do you have anything that I can use as clothing?” I ask, not really hopeful… (End)

The engineer arches an eyeridge, and then gestures at the pile of dirty laundry on the other side of the room. Whether it’s something like a jockstrap or a mechanic’s jumpsuit, all of it seems rather crusted with cum of some sort. And considering how you seem to react on contact with the alien’s seed, it’s a matter of whether modesty is better than keeping your mind.

Once you’ve chosen, there’s only two ways out. The hallway, where the elevator is, or back into the vent.

/------------------

//: I decide against taking clothing, and work my way back into the vent. I know the way, roughly, back to the entrance, and from there, it’s a much shorter distance to the elevator… (End)

It is a long trek back up there, having to go through a number of twists and turns in the air vents, and several times along the way, you nearly lose your mind again to the musk of the lizard aliens around you. More than once, you end up staring at a copulating pair of them in their private rooms as they ‘test’ the slaves, and you wonder how it would be to be in their position.

You shake it off, though. It’s hard, but you make it up to Deck 3. You get out, tap the button for the elevator and insert the keycard…

And suddenly, a door opens behind you, revealing an alien soldier. His eyes go wide, and he raises his gun.

[i](Roll Dexterity, DC 15)

(13+1=14)[/i]

And you aren’t quick enough to get out of the way. You are, however, able to localize the hit. Another energy net shoots out, and this one - due to your dodging - hits you…

right…

between...

your legs.

You collapse into the elevator, cupping your crotch as all sorts of zaps hit your cock and balls. It throbs hard inside of the electro-mesh, and it’s like you’re in an electric jockstrap, getting your cock zapped and teased and taunted constantly, from all angles. It tries to stretch up to maximum erection, but the mesh keeps it at a semi-erect size at most.

At least the elevator door closed before you could be grabbed. It’s on the way to Deck 1, even if you are currently having your dick milked by what should have been a restraining device, but was now your sexual tormentor.

/--------------------

//: I try to hold out as long as I can… it’s hard to think of anything, but I wonder… if the walls are metal, then holding this net against them can redirect the current, until the batteries run out of charge. (End)

Pressing your body up against the wall gives you some relief. Not entirely, but some, as the current is drawn off. It seems to go through you, more than anything, running from your cock through the walls to the floor, up through your feet, and then out your cock again, leaving you touched and teased throughout your entire lower body.

The elevator soon dings, and as it opens, you realize that you’re looking out over a hangar. Several large ships stand out in the middle of it, and at the far end, you can see the holes that lead to the different life rafts. You could almost be home free.

Could...if it weren’t for the fact that you can see the ship Captain in the middle of the hangar, patrolling, looking around. If he catches you…

It will be difficult, but you could make it. You are high enough to see the whole hangar. There’s several ladders and a lift down to the main part of the hangar, and once you get there, there are innumerable different bits of cargo, fuel canisters, and other things to hide behind.

If you can ignore the buzzing and zapping around your cock that long, that is.

/-----------------------

//: Seeing no other option, I try and work my way to one of the close ladders, slowly working my way down, rung by rung, as I continue to be teased by the net around my cock… hopefully, I’m not noticed by the time I get to the ground… (End)

[i](Roll Constitution, DC 13)

(1+1=2)[/i]

Your stamina doesn’t last long, and a few quick zaps by the net on your cock on the way down takes you over the edge to orgasm. Not only do you end up moaning loudly, but you lose your grip on the ladder completely, falling part of the way down and hitting the deck hard.

[i](-5 HP)[/i]

The sound quickly gets the captain’s attention, and you can feel...something...gripping at your body, almost like an energy field gathering around you.

[i](Roll Dexterity, DC 13)

(12+1=13)[/i]

You mostly manage to get out of it, though you feel a quick tug on your foot as you leap free. It yanks your leg in the air, and you go stumbling down, hitting the deck hard, grunting as you do. At least the battery on the cock-teasing mesh seems to have worn off by now.

[i]“Hmmm, so this is where the little intruder got to...I wondered how long it would take for you to get down here.”[/i]

You can hear the Captain approaching, but as you are on the floor behind a crate, you can’t see him.

/----------------------

//: Getting back to my feet as soon as possible, I get ready to run at the first sign that he’s coming around the crate… I know that if I get caught in his telekinesis, I’ll be helpless… As he gets close, I dash off, heading for a complicated maze of crates and fuel tanks… (End)

Getting to your feet rather puts you in sight of the captain. After all, there’s a reason people kneel around crates; they’re rarely larger than stomach height, and even more rarely higher than a person’s chest.

So off you go, early.

[i](roll Dexterity, DC 15)

(2+1=3)[/i]

You manage to duck and dodge for a little while, but soon the Captain clears the main floor of any distractions, leaving you nothing to hide behind. You feel the energy field coalesce around your balls, and suddenly you feel like they’re stuck in place. You can’t so much as take a step without feeling like you might leave them behind.

The field spreads, like a pair of fingers pulling at the edges of your recently fucked ass, pulling your hole open and letting the engineer’s load spill down over your thighs, oozing out of you again. Other bits of it grab hold of your cock, tugging it upwards and rapidly stroking it.

The Captain approaches from your side, chuckling. In his hand is one of the slave helmets, and in the other, a metal rod, apparently to serve as a conductor to complete the circuit that wasn’t completed before.

[i]“There you are,”[/i] he says with a chuckle. [i]“Not very good at escaping, are you? All that time, all that work...and half of it was spent fucking as if you were a slave, anyway. Why don’t you just submit and save me the rest of my trouble?”[/i]

Again, the musk starts rising to your nose, and you feel the urge to submit again.

[i](Roll Willpower, DC 14)

(11-1=10)[/i]

And you can’t help it. You turn your body - as allowed by the telekinetic field around you - and bow your head. Soon, that shocking thing slips over your head again, and as you lack hair, the shocks are stronger than before.

[i]“Now, present your ass so I can finish the job.”[/i]

/----------------------------

//: Completely submissive, I turn, and present my ass to the captain… “Yes, master… I submit to you…” I say, preparing for that rod to go up my ass… (End)

You lean forward, your ass cheeks so slick and moist from all the cum from the engineer. The pleasurable feeling is nearly enough to break you, nearly enough to submerge your mind in the need for cum and cock and everything else. You WANT to serve, and it is nearly impossible to forget that.

[i](Roll Willpower, DC 8)

(18-1=17)[/i]

But the will to survive, to be free, is an instinct that can’t entirely be buried. You feel yourself waking up again, the idea of trying to get free returning. You can feel that the field around you has weakened, that it’s not as strong as it was at first. There’s a slim, very slim chance that you could get free. It’ll hurt - and oh god, will your balls ache if you manage it - but you could get free, and with that shock, you might make it to the life raft.

Might.

[i](Roll Dexterity or Strength, DC 14/16)

(Strength, 6+3=9)[/i]

You strain against the power holding you back, but it’s just too strong. All you manage is to get your balls hurting, and your cock to slowly sag. It seems to get the attention of the Captain, who chuckles.

[i]“Oh look. A little bit of actual will left in there. That won’t last long.”[/i]

You feel the metal rod bumping against your hole. You have one last chance. Do you try to escape...or do you submit?

/------------

//: Straining with all my strength of body and will, I attempt to break free one last time… (End)

[i](Roll Strength, DC 14)

(8+3=11)[/i]

Despite all your best efforts, you can’t quite break free. You collapse forward, supported only by the telekinetic field around you as the metal rod slams into your ass.

Immediately your entire body is filled with the electric shocks from the helmet to the metal rod, making you convulse as you float in mid-air. Your body aches and burns with pleasure by turns, and you can’t tell up from down as your mind is re-written from the ground up. Everything makes sense only in terms of submission. Everything makes sense only in terms of obedience.

Almost everything. As you are turned over again and again, you hold onto something. Something...deep inside of you...something that refuses to give up.

[i](Constitution, DC 13)

(12+1=13)[/i]

And that something is your hardy heart, unable to give up at the end.

The Captain looks at you, and chuckles.

[i]“You are a hardy one, aren’t you? Perhaps you should have something...special.”[/i]

#

You would find yourself, a week later, leashed to the Captain’s Chair. Your body was used to the telekinetic field now, but it wasn’t the thing that held you back.

No, instead, that was the five rings you wore. One on each hand, one on each foot, and one around your cock. It kept you obedient to the orders of the captain, kept your body moving and acting according to his whims. It was all due to some electro-magnetic science that you didn’t understand, nor did you care to understand. All you needed to know was that it kept you under control.

Unlike the other slaves, you kept your mind. You kept it free as you were passed around and used, mostly by the Captain, but also by his officers. Your day was a mess of cum, musk, cock, and - occasionally - the rare treat of something computer oriented. With your body controlled, you were allowed to play at different tasks under strict supervision.

But always, always, you were brought back to the Captain, and used by him. Again, and again, and again. Always with your mind aware, a final punishment for your last resistance.

[b][Game Over][/b]