Tiffany - a friend of Sandra

Tiffany opened her eyes, but she still couldn't see anything. there seemed to be a band a short distance in front of her eyes, obscuring her vision, but she could see light above and below it. Looking down she could see her body - which seemed to be nude. Her wrists were held behind her back, each in some fairly long cuff - the position **** her to keep her shoulders back, which pushed her boobs forward. Her feet were a bit apart, and seemed to be on little footprint shaped plates.

Her weight was partially supported by supports under her armpits. As she realise how **** her pussy was she instinctively started to lift her right foot from the plate, to bring her legs together,so she will be less open. Before she could move her ankles were seized by padded cuffs, and the supports under her armpits were withdrawn. Now she had to stand, feet apart, on the footplates - her pussy feeling even more defenceless. After a minute the ankle cuffs were removed, but a little experiment showed that they can be put back faster then Tiffany can remove her foot from the plate. 'I guess it looks as if I like standing here like this' Tiffany thought to herself.

What was she doing here/ Why was she naked? - The memories came flooding back. She had been on her way to a hockey match, on a coach with her bestie, Sandra, who was athletic and star of the hockey team, and the rest of the team and their supporters. Their coach, and a coach filled with players and supporters from a rival team, had broken down in the middle of nowhere. The coach drivers, finding that no mobile phones were working, had walked off to try to find somewhere to call for breakdown services, leaving two coaches of young women on their own.

There had been a bright light in the sky, and two young women, dressed in futuristic outfits and carrying what looked like ray-guns, boarded their coach, and without any provocation had used them. Tiffany had felt a horrible sensation, like being pinched, and tickled, and having spiders running all over her naked body, her clothes giving no protection from the sensation. Making it worse the torment was clearly sexual, as her erogenous zones seemed to receive particular attention, arousing her against her will, which only made the feelings more intense. It seemed to last forever, though objectively she knew it was only a short time. The others on the coach had obviously had a similar experience, as when one of the Space Pirates, as one of them had introduced herself, had told them to leave the coach in an orderly fashion, nobody had disobeyed. The young woman had said 'We are Space Pirates, and we take what we want - obey us or we will use the Punishers again. You *will* surrender your most valuable assets to us - leave the coach and go up the ramp in a line'.

Sandra had squeezed Tiffany's hand as they had parted. The pirates were not letting girls who were sitting together leave together, and Tiffany then took her place on the ramp behind a girl from the other coach. On the huge space ship Tiffany had entered a door labelled 'Processing Unit One' where, like the girl before her, she had put on a collar before entering the Unit. The collar turned out to be a **** Obedience Collar, and had taken control of all her muscles below the neck. She could still beg, as the other girls did, but had obediently removed her jewellery, phone and other valuables. By the time she could see that the girls in front of her were being slowly undressed by the machine, delicate claws undoing buttons and zips, garments being carefully removed, there was nothing she could do about it. Her arms moved against her wishes to allow her bra to be easily removed, she obediently stepped out of her panties, which had been gently pulled down to her ankles, and she walked into a metal barred, girl shaped, turnstile at the far end.

Once in the turnstile her collar had been removed, and she was free to struggle, but the bars fitted so snugly against her body that she could hardly move. As it turned she could feel her arms being drawn together behind her back, until, just before it release her on the far side, a pair of handcuffs closed around her wrists.

The room in which she had found herself had an open door at the far end, where she could see the naked backside of another cuffed captive disappearing, but also what seemed to Tiffany like dozens of young women, ogling her, some dressed in the futuristic suits she had seen earlier, and many in an array of casual clothes, but for now everyone else in the room was clothed, and free, and she was naked and completely unable to cover her nudity. It was like her worst nightmare, and everything had gone dark as she fainted.