She dreams of being taken somewhere exotic

Having the story of the heroine of the book she had been reading taken off to some exotic location in her mind, Ashe might have expected dreams of tropical islands or some such. Something in the back of her mind prompted her that the tropical island belonged to her brunette rival, and that being taken there might not be the best thing. Who knows what wicked things might happen to her at the hands of that woman.

She stirred in her sleep, now restless, but the soporific would not allow her to wake, and the aphrodisiac ensured that her dreams would be erotic. Suddenly the weight of the duvet seemed excessive - but in her dream the brunette had pounced on her and was trying to pin her down. She struggled free from her rivals grasp, and rolled away, trying to escape. In reality she had thrown off the duvet and rolled to the side of the bed, leaving the middle free for the Capture Bot to settle.

The Capture Bot used its manipulators to move her into the **** position, lying on her back, with head at one end and the other end of the Bot at her upper thighs. It had options this point: the **** could be bound - there were restraints which would hold the upper thighs and upper arms to the top surface of the bot, preventing the **** from escaping, when it rose into the air and captured and bound her arms and legs underneath. The last time the bot had been deployed the captive had been clothed and struggling at this point. She had been aware of the way that her arms were bound pulled her shoulders back and thrust her breasts forward. She kicked uselessly as her ankles were captured and pulled to their designated positions, which **** her thighs to be spread widely. The Capture Bot had a molecular stripper, which could have removed the ****'s garments quickly and without risk to her body, but it also had a range of claws and blades and scissors, and these were what it used to slowly shred the clothing of it's helpless victim. For Ashe stripping before binding was the preferred option.

Escape was not possible, the Brunette was much stronger than Ashe was and pulled her onto her back. Ashe even helpfully moved both hands up above her head so the Capture Bot could hold them both with one padded manipulator. Ashe was helpless, but for some reason she was finding this exciting.

Suddenly she knew that the open buttons on the cover illustration had not been an accidental side effect of the catfight - her rival intended to strip her naked to enforce her complete submission. She struggled as she was slowly stripped, but the other girl was too strong. The only real effect of her struggles was to allow her nightie to be removed.

Stripped down to her panties, Ashe lay helpless in the power of the brunette, who now released her hands, to Ashe's surprise. She knew she had lost and dare not use them to defend or even herself - the idea that she might take the offensive never even crossed her mind, but why was she finding this so sexy? The brunette held her nipples firmly, and commanded 'Take off your panties'. Aware that this was the ultimate surrender, the naturally shy Ashe really did not want to do this, and yet submitting was turning her on. She peeled down her panties to her upper thighs, unveiling her mound to her rival, and then returned her hands to above her head as her panties were pulled all the way down and off her legs.

Now Ashe rose in the air - she had no idea how, but anything can happen in a dream, no longer supported by the bed, and not wanting to appear to be resisting, Ashe allowed them to drop beneath her. 'You are mine now' the brunette gloated, taking Ashe's limbs and arranging them in binding under the floating board she seemed to be lying on. Ashe's thighs were widely spread, despite her decision not to resist, when her rival touched her most private spot she fought mightily to prevent the intrusion, and discovered that she had left any defiance too late. 'I will play with you later' the brunette promised. A delicate manipulator from the Capture Bot brought her to a high level of arousal, but, frustratingly for Ashe, went no further.

The Capture Bot opened the bedroom window wide, pinched Ashe's nipples to make her gasp in surprise and stuffed her panties into her mouth.

As Ashe floated out into the night air, nude and bound to the Capture Bot, the soporific effect of the gas wore off, she tried to call for help, but her mouth was full, and by the time she had spat them out she was out of earshot, and heading for a rendezvous with the pirate spaceship.

She was indeed being carried off somewhere more exotic, and erotic than she could possibly have imagined.