Multi-part fetish Sci-fi story featuring much rope, tight gags, latex, overknee boots and opera gloves, sex toys, lesbian love,very many damsels of different races, and, this time, evil male adversaries.

The two Space Marshalls were seized by the males out of a sudden. Surprised, they opened their mouths to scream, only to have them immediately stuffed with huge latex packings.
While the two beauties struggled uselessly in the grip of the big males, the packings filled their entire mouths, their cheeks bulged out, just like their made-up eyes.
Peggena, a fair skinned lady with green eyes and light brown hair in a long plait, and Kiwembe, a black girl with the dark hair in a knot at the back of her neck, had patrolled the corridors of the GUMALIN KASHINUA (lonely beauty), a luxury space liner en route to a pleasure planet within the Fenlorian Empire.
As Space Marshalls, they wore light blue spandex cat suits and shiny black PVC overknee boots and opera gloves. And their weapon belts with blasters naturally. The ship had 6 Marshalls, doing 8 hour shifts in pairs. The job was well paid and usually easy. Good shots and trained in unarmed combat, the Space Marshalls were respected throughout the Empire.
This didn’t help Peggena and Kiwembe at the moment, as each was tightly embraced from behind by a huge male, while two other wild males finished their gags. The girls got white latex bands forced between their teeth and fastened behind their heads. Another, very broad white latex band followed over their mouths to seal the gags.
Having played with light bondage, both had never experienced gags so huge and tight.
“UMMPPHH! MMMPH! HHHMMSCH!” both made and tried to get free. How strong the males were. They had absolutely no chance to break free, their arms pinned to their sides.
Furthermore, the latex of the gags was heavily impregnated with lust cream, watering the girls pussies, hardening their nipples, weakening their knees and lighting fires in their bellies.
The beauties had stopped in the corridor to light cigarettes. Concentrating on the flame of a lighter Kiwembe had held up, they hadn’t seen from where the males had appeared.
Mewing wide eyed in their latex gags, both now had their arms forced back and their elbows tied together, followed by the wrists. Old fashioned  white rope was used. Only then their weapon belts with their blasters and communicators  were removed.  The beauties struggled uselessly.
Quickly, their spandex suits were cut away with steel knifes, revealing their sexy silken lingerie, which was cut away too.
Naked save for boots and gloves, the helpless Space Marshalls got their arms tied to their body above and below the breasts. More rope cinched their waists together. The males released them, and, tightly bound and gagged, they stumbled on their high heeled boots. Both tried to loosen their bonds, but they were totally helpless.
Before they could come to their senses, they were seized again.
“MMMFF! UMMPPHH! GMMSCH!”
They screamed in the gags and tried to come to terms with the situation, as their booted legs forced together and bound with more rope at ankles, below and above the knees.
Released, the once proud Marshalls sank to their knees, screaming in the squeaking gags.
The four brutes looked down on them with gleaming eyes.
A fairskinned redhead growled in a strong accent:
“You have been captured, sluts!”
Peggena and Kiwembe exchanged a look of horror and perplexed surprise, combined with not a small amount of arousal.
Two males took them by the waists and loaded them onto their shoulders, head to the rear.
They were carried off like sacks of grain.
The redhead looked after his men and the two pretty packages and allowed himself a smile.