Xen's Misfortune

It will all go well. You think to yourself, looking at your reflection in the mirror.

And why wouldn’t it? You are Xen A'enTva, a member of the adanian race, a genetically enhanced branch of humans. You are smarter, stronger and also more resourceful than your regular human counterparts. Your green skin (enhanced to harness the energy of the sun) of course might deter some people, but you have an Amazonian body, a thin figure, round ass, C-Cup breasts, black hair, blue eyes and a beautiful face. With this, the pirates whom you are about to meet will only think about sex. And that will grant you all the advantages.

First, you have to show them the spice you brought from Jennaha, and start bantering about an acceptable price. Then, while they are thinking about getting their dicks inside you, you place a tiny tracker on their ship, enabling your employer to map their route all the way through the Zeta Sector. After that, you get your payment. The rest - including the very reason why he would want that - is not important.

Shit! You think to yourself. As you suddenly find yourself aroused. This whole Zetan perspective of life really gotten its way inside you. Too bad that you couldn’t get your share of expertise with some pirate meat. Perhaps after you get back to your apartment, you could get yourself fake-kidnapped. Or who knows? Maybe you could find yourself a dom, and have him take control of your life. And initiate the whole thing by getting yourself kidnapped! But then you shake your head. Why am I thinking these things?

Keep it together, Xen! You order yourself. It is time to get things going.

The place for your rendezvous is one of the deserted planets between the Zeta Sector, the Coalition’s own chunk of space and the adanian’s little zone of life. Once you land the ship, the pirates follow shorty after (of course they do), so you get to the cargohold, open the docking ramp, and proceed to drag the giant crate filled with spice outside for everyone to see.

The pirate’s ship is one of the Dresden type frigates, large, ugly, with their oversized engines, but also tough to shoot down and can fly without proper maintenance for a long time. As their docking ramp opens, you find yourself to shudder as you see the row of at least fourteen men walk down the ramp, making the whole atmosphere their own. But you also find yourself aroused in a way. Yes. The slut inside you would in very much like the company of these folks. Just not for the rest of your days.

“All the spice is here?” a large man in the center of the crowd asks. You recognize him as the captain. He is exceptionally tall, wide shouldered, with tattoos all over his face and arms. For this reason, you find it strange to see a small smile on his face. Then you realize that you do not wear your bra under the leather tunic, and that both of your nipples happen to stand at this moment.

“Yeah,” you nod. By this time, you find yourself truly helpless. The men start placing themselves all around you. But instead of being scared all you think about is getting fucked by them. But you also know, you will be in bonds for life, if that happens. That is just how zetan customs work. “I will just strafe back slowly, and…” you say, confused by your emotions, and start backing away from the crate. You also place your hand on your plasma gun, just in case you need it.

But then you suddenly collide with one of the pirates, getting knocked on the ground. The blaster also gets out of your hand, and lands on the sand next to you. You want to reach for it, but it is kicked away. Then you find yourself crawling on the ground towards the crate.

“You are scared, sunshine?” the captain asks.

“I just…” you answer, looking up to him, as he starts towering over you.

“The money is right here,” the man says, and a small bag lands in front of you. Still on the ground, you open it, and see that it contains the telers you were promised.

“Thanks,” you say shuddering, and you finally get yourself up from the ground. But then you remember that you need your gun, so you lean back for it. Only to get it kicked away from you again. “Okay… I will just… Walk back to the ship…” you say, stuttering, and you hear all the pirates laughing around you.

In your heart, you expect the worst is over. Then suddenly one of the man grabs you from behind, and starts fondling your breasts.

“I just…” you say. You hold onto the bag in your hand like your life depends on it. Despite the fact that you have bigger problems. The man reaches down between your legs, and you moan. In the meantime, the captain walks up close to you.

“You are just some hot adani chick looking for trouble,” the man says. “Don’t worry, I will give you your trouble!”

The captain starts to unlock his zipper, and suddenly you are pushed to your knees, your arms jerked painfully behind you. You want to protest, but as you open your mouth, the captain pushes his cock inside. The shaft itself is enormous. But luckily, you have enough experience with sort of stuff, and you start bobbing your head up and down.

Once you finish, you are pushed on the ground, your clothes get one by one ripped off of you. At one moment, you get your hands free, but they are grabbed again in the next, and another cock is pushed in front of you. Out of choice, you start to suck on it, then you are stood up, and a cock is rammed inside your vagina.

“MMMMM!!!” you moan with the cock still inside your mouth. After some twenty strokes, the man comes inside you, and someone else takes his place. Followed by another person. And another. And another.

In the end, the crew fucks you for about an hour. You find yourself on the ground, panting. Only to recognize the chip in front of you that you wanted to use earlier. The men start to go back towards their ship, leaving you all stranded. For a moment, you have a glimpse of hope. Maybe they will just leave. Only to hear the famous sentence:

“Bind her up!” the captain says. And you know you fate is sealed from now on.

Two of the men approach you, and you are knelt down with your hands behind your back. First, your wrists are cuffed behind you, then you receive a pair of cuffs around your ankles. Your mouth is opened, and the huge ballgag is strapped in, then you receive the thick collar around your neck, and the leash gets attacked to the D-ring at the front of your neck.

“Welcome to your new life, slut!” the captain says, dragging your leash, and multiple hands start exploring you as you are escorted upwards the docking ramp.

Shit! The thought goes through you then. For a brief moment, you stop, but the leash gets yanked mercilessly, and you almost fall as you try stumbling after him.

You are walked up the ramp, then the door closes behind you. You are escorted on the corridors for a bit, then you reach a cell, with an O-ring at its center, and you are knelt down in the middle, with you leash promptly attached to it.

“I will let you rest for the night,” the man says, caressing your cheek. “You training begins tomorrow.”

With that, he leaves the room, and a red forcefield gets activated.

What now? You think to yourself. With hitherto moves, you probe the cuffs on your wrists and ankles, but they are strapped too tight to be struggled out of. Even for an adanian such as you. Also: even if you had, you are in a cell in a pirate ship. So escape will be impossible.