Space Captive

Space Captive
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ISBN:  9781907976759
Author:  Martin Hughes
Word Count:  50,190
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Planet of PainPlanet of Pain

He stepped close, his beady eyes studying his stricken enemy. 'Now then,' he said, his voice quieter. 'You just stand nice and still and quiet while I do my job.'
   'Please, I must get to—'
   With unexpected speed the pirate pressed a finger against Liz's lips, silencing her.
   'Shhhh...' the finger pressed a little. 'I said nice and still, and quiet. Don't make me angrier than I already am. I don't like finding Federation scum roaming unsupervised around my section. Got it?' The pressure of the finger increased, and Liz could do nothing but allow her lips to peel apart and for it to push into her mouth.
   The pirate smirked, pulled the finger out, cupped her chin, and pushed her head back against the wall. 'Now, I have to search you,' he went on, his face mere centimetres from hers. 'For all I know you could have a nasty weapon concealed somewhere.'

Commander Liz Hartley, the beautiful second in command of the Space Cruiser Explorer, is captured by vicious pirates in the lawless Megellan region of space, and Liz has to call upon all her reserves of courage to survive at the hands of her sadistic captors, who seek the codes to disarm her ship.

Eventually she and the prettier members of her crew are consigned to the hell of a detention camp, and the whims of the Commandant and guards, but undaunted, Liz and the girls endure all whilst plotting revenge...

The infrared vid-image showed a terrified, sexily dressed young woman sitting in a tiny upright hover-seat suspended a metre or so above the floor. Various clamps held her limbs and body immovably in place, fists clenching in tension around the restraints on the seat's arms. With her thighs secured apart, the white V of her knickers was clearly visible under a short black leather skirt. Her breasts, straining against a tiny black sleeveless jumper that left her toned midriff bare, were obviously unfettered by any bra.
   Strapped in the seat in total darkness, Liz tried to control the hammering of her heart. Fear dried her mouth; fear of the unknown. She recalled the beautiful oriental-looking Sulin explaining the nature of this latest test, while closely watching her charge dress in her own clothes, which she selected for her as being some of the most provocative. Liz had never liked the theme rides at the futuristic parks that were now so prevalent on Earth, but a hideous parody of one was now taking her into the lair of something called the Beast, deep within the bowels of the pirate complex.
   'We use the Beast for messy jobs,' Sulin had eagerly amplified. 'He's quite mad, lacking most human inhibitions. He's seldom allowed out of the depths beneath this place, but in return for his assistance with awkward interrogations we satisfy his childlike fascination for theme-park rides. He loves them, and his victims arrive spectacularly on one we've had especially designed and built him.
   'Now, you've about two hours before the collar activates - unless you can persuade him to use his code. On the other hand,' she sniggered ominously, 'you might find the garrotte preferential to being the centrepiece of his fantasies. Just pray he doesn't choose to release the seat's clamps or arrange for it to crash before he indulges himself with you - that would be an even worse experience than spending time in his clutches...'
   Although now still only a short distance away from the brightly lit control room and Sulin, Liz was already in a different world. The hovering seat had followed its invisible beam through heavy doors that shut behind her with a portentous finality, to suspend her in a frightening black void. Her senses detected stagnant water and she could hear something large wallowing in water far below.
   A bloodcurdling screech swooped out of the darkness and something fluttered roughly across her face. She screamed and jerked away to the extent permitted by the strap around her throat, only just managing to control her bladder.
   Before she could even consider what sort of hideous monstrosity had touched her, the chair lurched forward in a spine-bending jolt and, without warning, dropped into the darkness. After the initial gut-wrenching free-fall the compression of braking and shooting forward prevented her lungs from properly venting the scream her brain demanded. A dim light came from somewhere and illuminated the fact that she was about to be flung headlong into the waiting clutches of a huge squid-like creature, but another violent change of direction left the tentacles impotently lashing her legs as she flew past.
   She was wrenched to a stop and flung upside down, only the clamps preventing her from falling into the filthy water she saw and smelt just below her sweeping hair. As she saw a disturbance on the surface heading towards her the chair whisked upwards, the lunging jaws of some unknown horror just missing her.
   Liz heard a high-pitched giggle echoing somewhere in the distance and the chair again dipped lower. She was still upended just above the water, and she searched frantically for any evidence of some avaricious predator stalking her. Now she understood Sulin's comment about praying the Beast didn't amuse himself by releasing the seat clamps. For the first time in a long time Liz did pray - prayed that the restraints holding her to the seat would not open and let her fall into the mind-numbing horror below.
   'Pleeease...' Liz's screech was silenced as the chair suddenly righted itself and dragged her rapidly upward and then forward in a stomach-churning wrench, her hair streaming behind in a dark blur. Strobe flashes showed her hurtling towards rock faces before suddenly lurching to the left or right at the last moment, or plummeting to whatever lay far below her.
   When she wasn't screaming in terror her teeth were clenched, fingernails digging into her palms, all muscles knotted. Occasionally her wide-open eyes caught glimpses of a cackling blob of white flesh; the perpetrator of her terrifying ride. The Beast looked intensely ugly. Thankfully the ride gradually eased to a bearable pace, and Liz was able to see the man more easily. Unshaven, with long matted hair, he was grossly overweight. Naked folds of fat rippled as he gibbered insanely, clearly relishing his fun as he punched buttons on a remote control cushioned on his immense lap.
   The seat continued to slow, but Liz knew it was sliding her down towards the gruesome man salivating as he manoeuvred her closer. Then the seat jerked to a halt, a metre above and in front of where he sat cross-legged, ogling her - his latest toy.
   He pressed a button on the panel and the clamps pinning her to the seat sprang open. She rubbed her sore wrists and thighs, and then obeyed his gruff order and climbed unsteadily down and stood quietly before him. He inspected her thoughtfully, a slug-like tongue emerging to lap across thick lips.
   'Very nice,' he eventually murmured. 'Much nicer than the usual sad specimens they send down to me. So why have they condescended to deliver such a delicious morsel for once?'
   Liz didn't know how to respond.
   'Got a tongue in your head?' he asked impatiently.
   Liz nodded.
   'Well, answer me.'
   'This...' she gingerly touched the grisly collar, and then flinched, as right at that second it beeped, starting its chilling countdown.
   'You want me to deactivate it and take it off,' he answered for her.
   She nodded.
   'And why should I want to do that?'
   Liz couldn't think of any reason why he should, and lowered her eyes hopelessly.
   'Perhaps I should interrogate you for information - that's what I usually do.' His matter-of-fact tone gripped Liz's stomach like an icy fist. 'But why should I do them any favours?' he nodded vaguely in the direction of the pirate colony above. 'Sending you down to my little world is the first memorable thing they've ever done for me.'
   The collar beeped again.
   The slug-like tongue slithered across fat lips again.
   'What would you suggest?' he continued, goading his prey.
   His prey shook her head, still gazing - without seeing - down at the ground.
   'Mm?' he leaned a little closer, the folds of fat at his waist deepening. 'I can't hear you.'
   Liz looked at him. 'I don't know...' she whispered. 'I don't know what to suggest.'
   He lifted the control panel from his lap in one huge paw and placed it on the ground beside him. Liz noticed he was wearing a large soiled loincloth.
   'Well, why don't you come and sit here while we discuss it?' He leered and patted his obese thighs. 'Come on,' he urged, giving her an encouraging wink with one bulbous eye.
   Liz hesitated, dreading getting closer to the freak, but the collar beeped and propelled her into a response as though she'd been physically shoved forward. Her toes bumped against his shin and, deciding to get whatever it was he wanted over with, she started to turn so she could sit on his lap as prompted.
   'Ah, ah,' he stopped her, reaching up with surprising speed to hold her trim hips. 'As you are, my dear.' And the hands slowly drew her down, the leather of her skirt catching the dull light as it rucked up her toned thighs and settled around her hips. She wasn't sure how he wanted her, but all she could really do was plant her feet on either side of him, bend her knees, and allow the downward pull to guide her onto his lap, sitting on his crossed thighs, her feet shuffling to rest behind him. 'There,' he grinned. 'That's nice, don't you think?'
   Liz knew it would be sensible to agree, and so she nodded, albeit uncertainly. She'd expected him to smell abominably, but it wasn't a problem.
   'Well, well,' he murmured, true admiration reflected in his expression, 'you really are a special beauty. This must be my lucky day.' His bulging eyes roamed all over her face, and then down to the collar. His huge hands inched up from the leather skirt and encircled her naked midriff, powerful thumbs digging into her tummy. The collar beeped again, the warning sounds already alarmingly close together.
   'So this is the little toy you need my help with, is it?'
   'I—' her mouth was parched, and the words caught in her throat. 'I wouldn't call it a toy. Please, deactivate it and take it off me—' It beeped again and the man looked amused at the way poor Liz flinched at the sound.
   He closed his eyes for a second and his nostrils flared as his head rolled back a little and he inhaled deeply. 'I can smell your fear,' he whispered, his eyes still closed, and Liz's stomach churned as she felt something within the loincloth lurch and stiffen against her bottom. The immense hands massaged in small circles, and inched upward beneath the cropped jumper, until they slid to her front and engulfed her naked breasts. 'I like the smell of your fear,' he whispered hypnotically, and opened his eyes again to stare deeply into hers. As the collar beeped again, and then again, Liz saw his pupils dilate, and knew her vulnerability was arousing the ogre...

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Interrogations galore!
Monday, 21 March 2011  | 

This book basically caters to those who love extended descriptions of interrogations with object-insertions, canings and nipple-tweakings to help the process along. The discomfort that our heroine suffers as a result of these administrations of thin-lipped (and sometimes fat-lipped) creeps from outer space of course gets described extensively as well. Those who like a book with interrogations and prison scenes will have their dreams answered and will rate this book highly.


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Held my attention all the way through the book
Thursday, 16 December 2010  | 

Not the same subject over and over that so many books talk about this day and age just to get sold. Seemed very realistic for a future time. I hope the author writes more books, I would purchase.


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