(Excerpt from the illustrated story: PONYGIRLS IN SPACE)

 

 

Coming towards them was another alien in a flying chair leading his own captive Earth woman behind him.  But she was confined even more humiliatingly than Jane…


 

She had a heavy belt of what looked like moulded black rubber about her waist which was hooked to a pair of struts extending from the back of her master's chair.  A slab-like yoke of more heavy black rubber was laid across her shoulders and enclosed her neck.  The ends of the yoke encased her wrists, holding arms up-raised as if in a gesture of surrender.  More rings of black rubber seemed to have been moulded about her mouth, forming a gag, and the roots of her large pale breasts, squeezing them up and outwards so they jiggled as she moved.

But the worst thing was the black, club-shaped lozenge of rubber that dangled from woman's pussy.  Jane could not see how its tapering tip was connected to her, but it must have been somehow as it swung freely between her thighs, smacking against them and forcing her to walk in an ungainly bowlegged fashion.

As the club swung about, the woman’s eyes pinched and she whimpered about her gag.  Was it hung from some magnetic plug buried deep inside her?  Was it shocking her internally as it moved?  Was this some kind of public punishment or a warning her master was inflicting upon her?



Jane twisted her head round to watch the slave woman being led past her and shuddered at the sight of her fleshy buttocks trembling with fear and effort while the pendulous club bobbed between her legs.  And yet, despite her gross indignity, Jane realized that the insides of her thighs were wet with her juices…