TUGS across the cosmos (Chapter 2: In the works)

[DallasNotAustin]

This series is a bunch of loosely related vignettes that will encompass people finding themselves in binding situations, male and female, across the galaxy. Please scroll to the latest response for any updates!

Allow me to set the General backstory:

It has been many centuries since mankind was based alone on a single planet. As the humans took to the galaxy and began to conquer it to become their own, the unified effort to explore and dominate the stars began to form cracks. Very soon, there were cracks that had begun to form in the unified government, splintering it. Tensions eventually reached a head and the galaxy was split into eight separate groups, each one bearing their own unique name: The Federation, The Alliance, The Embassy of Stars, The Shyqueth Dynasty, Emperor Leonus’ Domain, Conquest 9, Shermancorp, and The Iron Legion (It’s a lot of names I know but they’re pretty irrelevant for the most part). Amongst these eight factions, war and bickering is constant, shaky alliances constantly being formed and broken. Presently uneasy peace has settled across the galaxy, but it is not meant to be, as the relentless drive for glory and power will bring war once more, tossing the galaxy into another reign of chaos.

[Jason Toddman]

I've been working on something similar except my series will feature humanoid aliens in it. Does yours?

[Tsuhaya]

Good to know that more people around here like things about aliens and space .

I've also been working on a story for a few weeks already, to be honest, I'm translating the story I've already written in my mother tongue but translate over 100 chapters it's kind of complicated .

Anyway, continue your work, I'll be happy to read and I'm sure a lot of people around here too.

[LK3869]

Damn right [mention]Tsuhaya[/mention] !
And thanks for that intergalactic kidnapping, [mention]Jason Toddman[/mention] that was unexpected

See [mention]DallasNotAustin[/mention] , you've got already three potential fans ! Curious about wether you'll try interspecies bondage, or robots Hope that starts soon...

[DallasNotAustin]

Well it’s finally time I started writing these so here’s the first one
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Boarding Party (A M/F story)

Main characters:
-Sergeant Junette Daye (Our narrator and Damsel in Distress)
-Admiral Sven Ibakumov (The antagonist and rope-worker)
-Captain Lucy Snow (One of Sven’s Viziers and a trainer for new recruits)

Relevant info: Junette Daye is an officer on The Black Rose, a superdreadnaught warship belonging to The Embassy Of Stars. Superdreadnaughts are incredibly powerful and massive warships that only the most privileged and brilliant of people work on. She is a navigator and helps on the bridge, reporting directly to one of the vice admirals of the Embassy’s fleet.
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I’ve always heard stories of the sheer terror that is brought by an attack from the Colossus. I know because I survived and sit here telling you. But let’s go back to a time before this, a time, many years ago before I turned to this life and was a much different woman.

I used to be an officer on The Black Rose, she was an absolute sight to see. I was a very high ranking officer and I reported to one of the Embassy’s vice admirals. Looking back, I remember it all very hazily, probably because I hated it. But I’ll never forget the words that marked the start of my new life. “Prepare to be boarded.”


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“Vice Admiral Holdston, we’re intercepting a transmission from an unknown source” the private’s voice rang out across the bridge. He was awfully cheery in such a desperate time of war. We were on our way to turn the tide of a battle against the federation, there wasn’t much time to be happy. This is war for crying out loud! “Put it through onto the central holocom” the vice admiral’s cold voice said, full of confidence. He walked over to a very large circle in the middle of the bridge, it was a hologram projector that allowed all the officers on the bridge to see what was happening. That’s when the message came through.

It was his voice first, then he appeared on the holocom. Admiral Sven, I’d only heard stories of him, never actually seen him though. He was a mercenary, leader of the finest fighters in the galaxy, and yet they were loyal to no one. I suppose i admire his courage to live his life completely free of all ties, the only thing that motivated him was the money the eight factions would throw at him. What was stunning about him was that he remained completely neutral but would follow his orders exactly. If the Federation paid him to attack Conquest 9, he would, and after he had finished his duties, if Conquest 9 paid him to attack the Federation with the same ruthless efficiency, he would.

His voice jerked me from my thoughts “This is Admiral Sven Ibakumov, leader of Desert Wind, I’m sure you know who I am” he said plainly. “Admiral Sven, to what do I owe this honor” the vice admiral said, his voice trembling slightly, he was nervous. “I am giving you an option to surrender all the resources including the special cargo you carry in exchange for the lives of your crew” he said. He stood at military attention and stared exactly where the vice admiral paced, his eyes watching like a hawk’s. “Admiral Sven... surely you must know that I cannot do that. It would violate all my protocols, not to mention that I don’t take orders from petty, insignificant military wannabes who call themselves admiral” he sneered. That was a big mistake. Sven’s eyes turned even colder “Then you leave me no choice. Prepare to be boarded” he said, and then cut his communication.

The silence on the bridge was deafening, everyone was staring at the vice admiral “No need to worry, he won’t attack us I’m sure” the man said, going back to the front end of the bridge with a smirk. The next moments were a blur. Out of nowhere, a massive ship that rivaled our own appeared off the right side of ours. It was shaped like a triangle with an extra point making it kite shaped, and the front was incredibly heavily armored. It hit us at incredibly speed, absolutely crippling us and impalinf is. “Battle stations now!” Barked the vice admiral as people scurried, the alarms blaring as the bridge began to barricade itself in, massive doors sliding into place, keeping us safe from all harm.

There was so much noise going on it was hard to concentrate, but slowly, it died down to silence once more. “We’ve lost all camera feeds sir” a voice said. The vice admiral had no reply. Then started a very loud noise. It was coming from the doors. Then it stopped. Minutes passed. It was completely silent as all of the officers sat in silence. All eyes trained on the doors as they stood vigilant.

Then, in a brilliant flash the doors exploded completely. Many of the officers pulled out pistols and tried to fight, but a hail of laser blasts from the smoke knocked many down, killing them instantly. “Surrender and you will not be harmed” a female voice rang out. I put my hands up and stood up like many officers as a fully armed battalion walked in and surveyed the area. “Everyone drop your weapons and form a group, you are to meet in the atrium or you will die. Am I understood?” She said, looking around. She had long blonde hair and brown eyes. She was well built and looked important. “Good, now get moving.”

Many of the officers scrambled and pretty soon we were in the atrium, any defectors being shot. The entire crew was lined up in neat columns except the vice admiral, who stood at the front alone, looking terrified. He had heavily armed guards on each side of him. A single shot rang out and it hit him square in the face, I looked at the source before I was forced to my knees with my hands behind my head. It was Admiral Sven himself.

“Listen up. Some of you will be walking away today. My officers and I will be selecting some candidates to join us on my crew. I don’t think I need to remind you that betrayal and dishonor is death. If you are picked, stand by the extraction team led by the lovely Captain Snow” he said firmly, pointing to a few guards by the woman who had been on the bridge earlier, she blushed slightly at his compliment. At this point officers began to go around and pick random people, mostly crew and gunners, never picking one person and then their neighbor, always separating by at least 3 in every direction. Given that the crew was around 1,000 people big, I was worried because the choices were very rare. “You.” I heard a voice ring out next to me, and my heart sunk. An officer had pointed to my neighbor and he got up and joined the small crowd of about 25 people waiting to be taken prisoner. All of Sven’s officers assembled at the front and waited for the man himself to finish walking around. He chose a few candidates, he walked past me and eyed me before continuing on. “I think that’s it...” he said, thinking “You” he said, his finger falling right on me “Go on” he said gesturing to the team of hostages.

I was thrilled and then immediately hit by a pang of guilt for being happy to live another day while over 900 of my fellow crew died. The team assembled and we were marched off the ship though a hallway into a large, newly made tunnel before we arrived at a door, which opened into a new ship. This was how they boarded, they rammed and had specialized doors for it. It was interesting to see. The group marched in before the doors sealed behind us and I heard the ship detach before taking off into the space beyond, my old ship exploding in the faint distance.

Our group marched through the halls as people minded their own business on each side, people casually walking around their ship. No one seemed to even notice us. The group took a right turn but a hand caught my arm. “Not you” the woman from earlier said. “Sven asked me to escort you to his quarters and that’s where we’re going” she said coldly. She was heavily armed so I decided to not fight since all I had were my fists. “Captain Lucy Snow” she introduced herself as we walked to an elevator. “Eventually you’ll train under me to do what I do Sven said, but he wants to see you because... I don’t know” she said.

The elevator went up to the top of the ship where a large door awaited us “Good luck” she whispered to me as they opened and we walked in to a nicely furnished room. It was large and spacious and had a couch and TV next to a large kitchen area. In seperate rooms I could see a bathroom a closet and a bedroom, but nothing else. There were massive windows that showed the endless expanse of space slowly going past, and next to the windows staring out stood a figure.

He was very well built and stood at around 6 feet tall. He had sandy brown hair and turned around revealing a pair of dark brown eyes as well. He was decently tan and had quite a few scars on his arms and face. He wore a white short sleeved shirt and had a dark purple half cape on over it, finishing it off by wearing gray skin tight pants. “Thank you Lucy” he said, dismissing her. She saluted and left me alone with the admiral.

“Do you know why I picked you” he spoke first. “I-i assume it’s because of my rank but I’m not sure sir” I said, my voice trembling slightly. I had heard stories of the tortures he had done. “That’s a lovey accent” he said referring to my British accent “but no not entirely” he said.

“I know you have information and I want it” He said walking behind me and grabbing my wrists quickly tying them together with some form of tight rope. He took another length and looped it in the middle in between my wrists, cinching it tightly. He was too fast for me to react. With my wrists out of the way, he bound my elbows in the same fashion and tied another rope above and below my breasts, giving me a harness. He wrapped a rope around my stomach securing my wrists to my back and tying it tight so I could still breathe, but tight to the point where my arms were pinned.

He moved on to my legs, gently lying me down on me face before sitting on my bum, bending my ankles up and tying them in the same fashion that he had done with my wrists, moving up and tying both above and below me knees. While he did this, I tried to squirm under him, but he just laughed and spanked my bum before finishing his rope work.

“Now” He said, rolling off me and kneeling in front of me “Are you going to tell me the location of The Arbor is, or will I have to make you?” He said, pulling my head up by my hair which was neatly done in a bun and kept back by an excercise headband. It hurt but felt kind of nice to be pulled by it “I-I’ll never talk” I said, trying to be brave. “Very well” he said with a wicked grin, plopping me back down, he went to my feet and took off my heels, peeling away my socks. “I have been wearing those for hours they were probably so sweaty!” I thought. He walked in front of me, both of them balled together. “Open wide” He said with a grin before cramming them into my mouth.

They tasted awful, sweaty and salty, like vinegar almost. I tried to spit them out but he clamped a hand over my mouth and pulled out a roll of tape. My eyes widened as he took the roll and began to wrap it around my head and mouth brutally tightly. He must’ve done eight wraps, leaving me completely gagged with my own socks. I squirmed and thrashed as he got off me laughing. I tried to tell him to let me go this instant but all that came out was “MMPH MMPH GMMPH HMMPH MMMMPH!” He laughed at my gag talk, watching me squirm quite futilely.

I started work on the ropes that kept my wrists bound, but it wasn’t long before he noticed and taped my hands into useless mittens, rendering me completely helpless. “I’ll make you talk” he said smiling as he straddled me from behind and dug his fingers into my sides. It tickled like crazy! I squirmed and laughed into my gag as he marauded my sides with his incredibly agile hands, going up and down my rib cage. “You can talk any time” he cooed into my ear as I mmphed into my gag, the laughter trying to escape my mouth but kept in by my stinky socks.

He kept at it for around fifteen minutes, keeping firm as I wriggled and thrashed like a worm under him, trying to bat at him with my mittens all while mmphing and screaming into my very effective gag. “Ready to talk?” He asked as he rolled off me, pulling my head up by the headband this time. “Mmph” I simply replied, shaking my still quivering head as some of the effects of the tickling was still in effect. Boy we’re my sides sore. He let go of the headband and it snapped back onto the top of my head. I was starting to break a sweat from wriggling so much. He went to my feet and I felt my big toes being tied together with a strand of twine before he raised my ankles and put me in a tight hogtie attached to my elbows. I wriggled in my new bonds, unable to escape them even more now.

He straddled me again and began to dig into my soles with his fingers and it was horrible. I screamed into my gag as he ran his fingers up and down my soles, sending me wriggling everywhere. I must’ve looked like a bull trying to buck him off while the only thing escaping my mouth were frantic “Mmphs.” Pretty soon, I felt tears running down my face as I squirmed under his intense torture. He continued digging into my soles for another 10 minutes before he finally stopped. I was really sweating now, and he could see I needed to catch my breath. I panted into my gag as he walked back in front of me “Ready?” He said. I shook my head between laughs and sobs and he let out a growl of frustration. “You look sweaty, here, let me dry you off” he said aggravatedly. He took my headband and began to dry off every drop of sweat, spending a very long time on my armpits. I wondered what he was doing before he walked around in front of me and pulled it over my head, snapping it in place over my gag, making the smell reek into my nose.

I “mmphed” and wriggled furiously, trying to get my stinking headband off my face so I could breathe clean air “Not a fan?” He taunted, taking it off before he walked behind me. I heard him chuckling as he walked in front of me with one of my heels. My eyes widened as I realized what he’d done. He’d crammed the headband into the heel and he fit it over my nose and face. He tightly wrapped it onto my nose so all I could smell was my own salty odor. I shook my head and “mmphed” vigorously trying to get it off but it was no use. The only air I was getting smelled like my own foot odor!

He smiled and walked into a closet, emerging with a small pistol with a bowl shaped barrel without a bullet hole. “This is a light stun gun. It’s used on tiny animals. But it’ll feel real good” he said with a wicked grin as he went behind me and put it against my side. He pulled the trigger and it jolted my side with some electricity that tickled more than anything. I mmphed and laughed because when I was laughing, I’d only be able to breathe in my salty odor.

He assaulted my side with the rapid fire pistol, tickling my entire body at once. I howled into my gag, wiggling and squirming around on the ground. Pulling against my bonds but being unable to escape. He laughed as he continued the assault on my sides, leaving me virtually breathless and coated in sweat once more. He dried away some of my tears and waited for me to catch my stinky breath before going for my feet. It was unbearable and I screamed into my gag. I tried to squirm as much as I could but he grabbed my bun and held my hair firm so that it hurt every time I squirmed. I laughed so much and all I could breathe and taste was the sweat and continued crying my tears streamed down my face. Finally, after 20 minutes he asked “Are you Ready” and I viciously nodded yes.

He let me go and stopped tickling. “I hope you’re serious” he said as he walked around and left me to stop crying laughing and panting, though he did still leave my heel on, which was not pleasant. Eventually I stopped and he unwrapped my face of all the tape, fresh air! He took my socks out and gave me some water, but still left me hogtied. “It’s in the embassy’s sector 4” I said finally regaining my composure “Good girl” he said very patronizingly, patting my head. “Now listen, you don’t discuss what I did to you here, if anyone asks, you give them a gruesome description of some made up horror torture” he said and I listened. “I’m going to untie you and you can go shower and Captain snow will meet you by the showers. She’s going to train you to be an extractor” he said as he rapidly undid all my knots and freed my hands. I slowly hobbled up and he helped me.

After a few minutes I could walk slowly. Still incredibly sore from our session. I eventually walked to the door getting ready to leave “Seargent Daye” he said, knowing my name somehow. I stopped in my tracks “I’m not keen on second chances. Don’t make me regret taking it with you” He said, dismissing me from his room to go shower and train.

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“Really? Admiral Sven would do that” Lucy said to me in disbelief after I finished my story. It had been years since then but still, she was my best friend. “Sven is a great guy at heart, but he got railroaded into this life” she explained to me “nontheless I’m very surprised!” She said as we armored up. A familiar voice rang over the intercom overhead as we grabbed our guns.

“All hands on deck, and prepare to board”

[DallasNotAustin]

If you have any comments please do not hesitate to tell me. I’m fine with PMs as well!

[Radames0674]

Nice Idea and good Story telling

[Tsuhaya]

That was very nice to read, I quite liked it, please continue, I'm definitely looking forward to what comes next

[LK3869]

Big fan of the "Honor Harrington" books by David Weber here; so it's fun to see that kind of stories and universe, with a different angle
Nice style and fast-paced, a great start !

[DallasNotAustin]

Exciting news from the desk of me, I’ve finally remembered that I was in the midst of writing a series of stories not just one and I have had a burst of inspiration to continue writing it, I’m sure all 3 fans are now stoked with joy. But enough hesitation with this writing here’s a brief insight into chapter 2
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From: The Office of The Warden: Shyqueth Dynasty

To: Any and all bounty hunters interested

Subject: HIGH VALUE TARGETS ESCAPED AND SOUGHT

Greetings to all,

First off if you are receiving this email: congratulations, you are a decent enough bounty hunter for our empire to notice you.

On to more pressing matters, Two subjects have recently escaped from my glorious maximum security prison located on [REDACTED] and I want them back! Enclosed within this holo-transmission is information on both of these escapees, and I want them returned alive but heavily restrained and conscious. The bounty is set at 5,000,000 credits each.

Good Hunting,

Warden Melle

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[WANTED]

Name: Mez’Da “Mez” Drushdane

Species: Undine

Physical description: 6’4” with a toned build and light purple skin. Piercing green eyes and silver, shoulder length hair that is always straight.

Profile: Mez is a brilliant tactician and uses a false lighthearted face to fool people into thinking he is innocent before he robs them blind, usually leaving victims bound and gagged. Is currently dating [See: Lekina Meshta] and is convicted of scamming, laundering, kidnapping, ransoming, and murder.

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[WANTED]

Name: Lekina Meshta

Species: Forestborn

Physical description: Lekina is 6’0” with a very athletic build and light green skin. She has glowing red eyes and red hair to match it, her hair is filled with thorns and more resembles a mess of vines than hair, usually kept in seperate strands.

Profile: Lekina is the muscle between the duo of her and [See: Mez’da Drushdane] and makes use of her complete control over all plants to subdue any threat in her way. She is highly erratic and only displays any affection for Mez’da, which is usually characterized by her dominating his life and him physically. Experts theorize that she is psychopathic but results have been inconclusive. Convicted of murder, arson, kidnapping, ransom, terrorism, manslaughter, larceny, treason, laundering, and 34 other violations of the law.

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