Prisoner of the Tookees Part One by The_Technician
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The Tookees control massive amounts of power, but they don’t know how it works. They know only that certain special women, captured with their ships in deep space, can be used as triggers to control the power. The spark needed to ignite the power comes during sexual climax. But something goes wrong when the Tookees capture The Marauder. Mousey and her seven fellow captives don’t trigger the power the Tookees need. So they try again, and again, and again.
This is part one of a three-part geek erotica story. If you’re not a geek, you can skim past the techno-nerd stuff and just enjoy the sex. If you’re not interested in the sex, what are you doing reading stories on this site anyway?
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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.
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Part One – Mouse Trap
Mousey LaBlaunche closed her eyes and tried to remember how she had ended up here– here being naked in a room full of rather dirty and foul-smelling men. One of those men was lying on his back with his knees bent over the end of a strangely-shaped long stone table while Mousey squatted over him and bounced up and down on his prick. As she bounced others, gathered around the table, clapped in time to her thrusts. In the darkness around her she could hear additional men shouting and other women screaming.
She could remember, as if in a dream, that it had taken three men to subdue her and an additional three to strip off her uniform and put her on top of the naked man. After that, four very strong men took over. Two of them held her in place while two others pushed down on her shoulders to slowly force her onto the prone man’s enormous prick. Mousey was a very small woman, but even if she had been larger, his massive member would have been difficult. She screamed in fear… and then in pain as her cunt was stretched to its limits.
Once she was forced down fully on the massive prick, the men let her rest in place for just a moment and then began moving her slowly up and down. One man, standing behind her and reaching under her arms, was roughly grabbing her tits and lifting her up. Two others, standing alongside her with their hands on her shoulders, would then press down firmly, forcing her back down.
At first it was torture, but she quickly got over the pain and humiliation and her juices began flowing. Or maybe it was the pain and humiliation that caused her juices to flow. Mousey knew that she was different that way. Actually, she was different in many ways, including the fact that she was a sniffer. The scent of Tookee in the room was overwhelming to her.
In any case, between her now relaxing cunt muscles and her flowing lubrication she was starting to feel the warm and almost pleasant sensations of a powerful fucking. Her hands unconsciously went to her breasts and she began to pinch and twist her nipples.
She gasped as she realized in shock that it was now her own hands on her breasts. She looked around as she went up and down, up and down. There were no hands on her shoulders. The men were no longer pushing her down on that massive prick and then pulling her back up. Instead, she was squatting by herself on the table straddling the man’s hips and bouncing herself up and down, up and down, up and down, all the while mauling her breasts and crying out in passion.
Going up, Mousey would rise until she could feel the mushroom tip of the man’s enormous prick almost ready to slip out of her cunt. Then she would slam herself back down, her ass slapping loudly against the muscles of his legs and abdomen.
How did she end up here?
With her eyes closed, she tried to remember. Everything before the men forcing her to the ground and stripping off her uniform was cloudy in her memory. There was a ship. She was part of the crew… or she was just pretending to be part of the crew? The clouds in her memory were growing thicker. But even if they were not, it is difficult to remember much while you are bouncing yourself up and down on the largest prick that has ever been in your cunt.
Mousey could feel herself getting closer and closer, but she couldn’t quite reach release. She began slamming herself down as hard as she could. It was almost like being spanked on her cunt. The thought of that drove her to speed up her bounces and to slam herself down even harder. She started a long, loud, shrill scream. But just before she totally lost control, he erupted within her– and eruption was the correct term.
It was as if a volcano had erupted between her legs. She screamed even louder as the man’s cum seemed to burn and sear its way into her body. The pain should have doused her passion, but instead it took her over the top into an intense orgasm, perhaps the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced in her entire life. She felt herself shaking wildly and could hear her own voice as she screamed loudly in pain… or passion… or both. Then blackness.
When she awoke, she was on the floor of a cell with seven other female crew members. All were naked, and all had an iron manacle around their right ankle. The chain from the manacle led to the center of the room where it was locked around a large iron ring that was embedded in the rough stone floor.
Mousey very cautiously reached down and began to check for damage to her cunt. Remembering the sensation when she was filled with cum, she was sure that she was badly burned, but there was nothing wrong externally. She reached one finger timidly inside herself to feel if she was burned on the inside, but everything seemed to be alright.
One of the women spoke and suddenly her memories came flooding back. She was assigned as a ship’s cook aboard the Galaxy class Fleetship Marauder, but she was really a field intelligence officer of the Galactic Space Corp. She was also a sniffer– someone who could detect the presence of a Tookee by their unique smell. The Tookees, for the most part, looked just like any other mammalian humanoid in the galaxy except that they were much stronger and much, much more vicious. They also had a strange, dusty smell that only a very few could detect. Mousey was one of those few. And it was part of her job as an intelligence officer to sniff out any Tookee that might be hiding among the regular crew members aboard the Fleetship Marauder. Being a cook in the galley was the perfect cover for that. Everyone eventually came to the galley to eat.