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It takes a lot to make a starship captain gasp, but the sight of his two senior officers tied naked to a large, wooden, X-shaped frame mounted on an equally large metal base was enough to cause such an involuntary exclamation. First Officer Lucille Morbsby was tied facing the cross. Her hands were pulled high and tight above her head, while her feet were pulled wide apart and lashed to the base of the wooden X. The dark wood of the cross created a contrasting background to Lucille’s almost paper white skin. Light reflecting off the thin sheen of perspiration which covered her entire body caused her skin to appear even whiter. Executive Officer Martura Combs was bound facing outward on the other side of the cross. Her black skin nearly blended into the dark wood of the X to which they were both bound. Her skin was also covered with a thin sheen of perspiration which in her case made her look even darker. There was also an obvious trail of thicker fluids running down the insides of her legs. Both officers were moaning loudly and squirming in their bonds. “Who did this?” the captain yelled loudly. “No one,” the ensign said softly. “They were just suddenly like that. I triggered the alarm before something could happen to me. ...” He lowered his head and slumped his shoulders as he added, “... But it didn’t.” “You sound disappointed,” Captain Humatha said curtly. “No... yes... no...” the ensign sputtered. “I mean, it was attacking the bridge officers. Why did it leave me alone? Am I not an officer?” The captain took in a deep breath and then let it out slowly. “I don’t think it was going after officers,” BDSM he said in that overly calm way an experienced spacer speaks when in forced trouble. In fact, the more serious the trouble, the calmer an experienced spacer will sound. Captain Humatha’s voice was very, very calm as he pointed to the other side of the bridge and said, “I think they are after the women.” Ensign Tagusha turned around japanese very slowly. His gasp was more of a squeak as he saw the other two females on the bridge, one of the navigators and the on-duty bridge engineer, tied to dark wooden frames. Brula Markly, a navigator, was bound over what appeared to be a padded sawhorse mounted on a large, circular base. There were tie-down rings attached to the metal base on both sides of the horse. On one side, her feet were bound, widely spread, to the floor close to the base of the horse. On the other side, her arms were pulled far out from the base of the horse and spread about as wide as the horse itself. Her position caused her cunt and ass to be displayed on one side of the horse while her somewhat large breasts hung free between her arms on the other side. Brula’s skin was somewhere between the pasty white of First Officer Morbsby’s and the dusky brown of the XO’s. Bound as she was, it was possible to see that her areola and the moon around her asshole were both very dark. It was also possible to see that she was leaking vaginal fluids as she moaned and thrashed against her restraints as if some invisible lover were working very hard at turning her on. Next to her, bound to a strange, shelf-like apparatus, was Fin Gtho, Second Engineer of the Invincible. Fin was kneeling, if you could call orgasm it that, on a shelf that was a few inches off the ground. Her lower legs were bound to the shelf with what appeared to be leather which crossed over her calves and asian held them firmly to the padded shelf. A second, heavily-padded shelf was exactly at her waist level. She was bent over it and held in place by a large leather band over the small of her back. The shelf appeared to end– or become extremely narrow– at the base of her chest. She licked her lips again, closed her eyes. "Do you want to try it?" You’re my big orgasm brother. I thought to her. “Oh my God, May…” I uttered in a mix of disbelief and exasperation. Betsy loved making cream pies with me forced and the thought of her pussy filled with someone else’s cream turned her on and made me curious. “I wondered…” she soliloquized as she unbuttoned her shirt, “why it was Yavara could make hybrid elves when none of Alkandi’s past incarnations could.” I stared at her, but my tongue still worked Furia’s shaft, too delicious to resist. “Do you want to go home?” In the second blink of an eye, his sailor hat left behind, John was at her side, glaring menacingly at the super-zero hero on the floor. The burning in Deb's cunt renewed as she felt the end of the dildo rubbing against the outer lips of asian her newly shaved, and swollen wet cunt lips. Exactly japanese 45 minutes later two cars BDSM pulled up Simon got out of one the other car had two black men.