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Whatever had been in the shot they'd given her, the buzzing feeling it gave Soxaye's arm spread out through her body, leaving numbness in its wake. The guards at her right and left caught her as she collapsed, fortunately, and dragged her forward to something kind of like a hurdle - a bar at waist height, set into two vertical posts - which they draped her over and fastened her ankles to for balance. In a very efficient and businesslike way, they stripped her of her regulation enviro-suit and left her dangling, naked and unable to move.
While the shot kept her from working her lips, her vocal cords still worked, and she tried to call out - but could only moan.
"You signed a contract when you boarded this ship," the lieutenant reminded her in tones no less crisp than they'd been when she'd made the arrest. "The crime of stealing food is punishable by two weeks of crew use for a first offence. Your sentence begins now - Dr. Kulafi, Dr. Vimobo, or Dr. Lucake will always be here to monitor your conditions and make sure that they're not too rough with you."
The first crew member to take her came in about twenty seconds after Lt. Lulevi marched smartly out, just long enough for Soxaye to start feeling panicked. "Oh, good," he said, "she's already up there. I like it best bent over."
"You'll be her first," Dr. Kulafi told him, "so you'll want this." Something exchanged hands, and then she felt a cool gel being spread into her vagina. Lube. And then there was the sound of his enviro-suit opening, a few moments of pause while (she supposed) he got hard, and then he plunged into her and started pumping.
It was ... the only way she could think of it was that it was like masturbation. He held onto her hips like she was some kind of sex doll, ignoring her top half as her arms swung back and forth uncontrollably. When he was finished, he pulled out, cleaned himself up, said goodbye to the doctor, and left. Even if she hadn't been frozen, she didn't think she'd have been able to move out of sheer humiliation. Two weeks? How would she last two weeks of this?
The rest of the afternoon passed in pretty much the same way. She was used again fie minutes later by someone else, and while he was going two more came in. Instead of waiting for his turn, the one that didn't immediately slam into her pulled up her torso and started energetically fucking her tits, angling to one side so his hip banged into her neck. They carried on a conversation the whole time, mainly about her.
"Fuck, this one's so much better than that last slut. You can really sink your fingers into her ass!"
"And you can get a good grip on her tits." He pinched her nipples for emphasis, and she couldn't even wince. "Wish they'd let us use their mouths."
"It's important to keep the airways open, gentlemen," the doctor called from across the room, and they laughed.
The rest of the afternoon went about the same way. After a few more encounters, Dr. Kulafi brought over a spray bottle with a cleansing solution that dissolved the accumulated come off her and sent it running down her body and into a small drain in the floor. When the next encounter came in, he requested that the crew member help move Soxaye over to a soft but definitely plastic cot, in order to keep her from having her head hanging down for too long. It didn't make a lot of sense to her - if he was so concerned with her welfare, why was he so placid about her being fucked against her will, without being able to fight back? - but she guessed it was better to have some kind of oversight than nothing.
It was when she was lying on her back, one man inside her while he held her legs up and out and four others standing around her body, stroking themselves to hardness and reaching out for a feel she couldn't bat away, that she came for the first time. The one fucking her called out to the others that he could feel her clenching on his dick, and they cheered.
"They always fall for it in the end," said the one that was squeezing her left breast as hard as possible, and she couldn't help but moan - from the orgasm? The discomfort? Outrage? She wasn't sure, but it seemed pretty funny to them.
It only happened more frequently after that, and bits and pieces of her body started to come back to life. Unfortunately, it was mostly involuntary movement - which meant that her hips started to buck from time to time, something they took as almost as much of a sign of enjoyment as her climaxes. It wasn't until her arms started to feebly move (countered by the man taking long, slow strokes into her pulling them above her head and holding her down by her wrists) that the doctor called it quits.
"That means it's dinnertime," he told her. "I'll just clean you up again, and you can head out to the cafeteria. If you get lost or try to run off, one of the crew will bring you back here."
"How - will they -" she started to ask, thickly, as her lips came back to her.
"Well, you'll be the only naked one in the caf, won't you?"
I got tipped, and while at first I was kind of :/ about giving Imzy/tripe my banking information, it felt really nice to know that someone liked what I wrote that much! Ironically, I haven't written anything since because I'm super busy ... but I promise I will share more of my humiliation/exhibition/etc. kinks in the future.
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Gina couldn't stop blushing. Tied to the free-standing frame with her knees spread, the audience had a perfect view of every inch of her.
"It's a commentary on art," one of them said, looking at the label. "She's on full display, but at the same time, the gag keeps her from telling you any message directly. Oh, and it says you can touch her."
"Really?"
"To represent interacting with art." He frowned, reached out, and pinched her nipple, his friend more enthusiastically running a hand over her labia. "I dunno, it seems try-hard."
"And slutty and desperate, but who cares?"
I'm hoping we can use our porn pseuds, too.



Glory Hole: Anon Original EroticaPrompt 3: Conscious paralysisSep 02, 2016 at 4:07 PM