Hijacked

 

The heavy thud of Captain Marcus Denham's boots echoed down the metallic hallway as tried not to hurry to the hold as he struggled to hide his interest over the newest 'acquisition'.  A rare thing considering how long he had been in this profession. Bodyguards and a personal slave followed closely behind.

He already knew the vid taken of her capture would be enough to make a fortune. From what he had seen the girl's looks alone would be enough to turn a tidy profit. Not to mention the dumb luck of catching her masturbating on tape and all nicely topped off with her taking to a Tangler like a duck to water.

Although operating in space often required a vac-suit or something similar to increase chances of survival  Denham much preferred to dress to impress, drawing inspiration from 15th century pirates.

He strode around the corner,  his appearance and demeanour giving the impression of elegance desired. Even though it was his intention to provide the perfect first impression, as soon as he laid eyes on the blue haired beauty he knew that he had been upstaged.

This perfect specimen of the female form stood staring blankly ahead, only kept still by a crewman's firm grip on her elbow. The red vac-suit tightly gripped every shape of her body and Denham knew exactly what substance she shared the suit with. The glazed over expression betrayed how effectively the Tangler's excretions had taken control of her. Body and mind.

The crewman glanced in Denham's direction "It's taking a while to wear off, Sir. But she won't be this easily influenced for long. Where do you want her?"

The captain's eyes hungrily roamed the view presented to him as he considered his answer. She was too good to just give to the crew and would certainly be wasted milking the Tanglers, even if she hadn't  proved a natural at it. At least for what little input the unfortunate women had in the process.

 So the choice was either make a fortune off of her, or keep this one for himself.

Reaching out a hand, Denham  rested a palm on her midriff. The response was instant as the subject in question gasped and took a shuddering breath, her whole body tensing up.

"Responsive" the Captain mused, more to himself than anyone else. He moved his hand downwards, enjoying the feel of the plastic-like reflective material under his fingers and cupping her protruding  sex as it pressed outwards against the red suit. He stared intently into her brilliantly blue eyes and awaited a reaction.

The tension was thick with the gathered crowd, the crewmen that had brought her forward were desperately hoping she would perform so they would be rewarded.

They  didn't have to wait as the young woman's moan echoed loudly through the comparatively silent chamber and her eyes fluttered closed.

"I wonder, are you the sort of girl that can remember these things or will you forget it all later? Maybe if you're lucky I'll take my time to explain why this is happening to you. Consider it a rare privilege." He spoke softly but a more sinister tone was hidden behind the words, a voice used to command. Even as he spoke Elaine's body visibly reacted to his tone and an unexpected rush of excitement hit Marcus.

Snapping his fingers behind him he wordlessly commanded his 'assistant' to step forward from his entourage. A young woman gracefully stepped forward, balancing delicately on impossibly tall heels and subconsciously adjusting her prized and hard-earned French maid uniform. The new arrival bowed low to her owner, letting her panties show to those behind her.

Marcus looked back proudly at her, suppressing a smile at her transformation to obedient whore.

"Take her to my cabin and prepare her. Call me when she's... sober."

The Captain moved his hand up, letting the tips of his fingers graze the length of Elaine's body and briefly stroking her cheek. He allowed himself a private smile, watching the aphrodisiac addled woman desperately crave contact before turning away abruptly and marching off.

He had big plans for this one.