“UMMPPHH!MMMMGFF!” blonde Aniga made as the gag packing was shoved deeper into her mouth.
The crew member of the GUMALIN KASHINUA had had night duty in the security surveillance, observing the corridors and halls of the ship through various camera drones hovering about. Most naturally not in the passengers cabins and the pleasure rooms.
The job was usually very boring, especially during the artificial “night” of the space liner, the more so, as she was all alone on this shift. As she had to observe her screens and occasionally had to command the drones too, she couldn’t chat or play with other crewmembers via the ship net,  making it all even more boring.
Aniga always tried to lighten her burden by drinking softdrinks, eating chocolate bars, and smoking Malego cigarettes, which sent nice, sweet signals down to her pussy. She had just mouthed another filtered stick and reached out for her lighter and the console before her, as out of nowhere three huge and grim looking males in simple short garments appeared around her.
The cigarette fell out of her mouth as her dark blue painted lips parted for a scream, her light blue eyes widened and she looked wildly about, her shoulder length dark blonde hair flying around in the process.
But her scream never came out, as one male seized her by the dark blue gloved arms, while another gripped her head and shoved a white latex packing between her pretty lips and deeper.
As her scream was totally muffled, her gloved elbows were tied together with white rope, forcing her breasts under the silver spandex suit out. Next, her wrists were tied together, while a latex band between her teeth forced the packing yet further in and secured her gag. A broader band was tied over her mouth and cheeks at the back of her neck, sealing the gag.
“MMMHH! GGMMFF!”
The latex gag squeaked louder than her gag talk. Aniga couldn’t believe happenings, and the huge and tight gag was both effective as well as very hot to her. Shocked and perplexed, she hardly struggled as her spandex suit and her underwear were cut away with knifes.
The blonde beauty wore a silken blue corsage around her waist. The third male, having done nothing so far, now addressed her:
“You like your waist and belly packaged too, obviously. Lets give you a real belly packaging.”
With that, her corsage was cut away too and replaced by one of shiny black latex. On contact of the thing with her soft skin at belly, waist and back, Aniga shuddered and screamed into her gag. The screams continued as the corsage was laced extremely tight.
The males laughed.
“Does the trick all the time. Sluts are the same all over the universe.”
The girl had her arms bound to her naked body, more ropes above the corsage cinched her waist even more together,she mewing into the gag and panting heavily.
After her booted legs had been bound together, a male threw her over his shoulder and carried her of.
The third male, a fair skinned redhead, scanned the various screens with his blue eyes. The cameras of the drones showed only empty corridors and halls.
He bent down and took the unlit cigarette from the ground, its filter bore blue marks from Anigas lipstick. The male smiled and put the nicotine stick in a small bag at his hip, were it now accompanied the unsmoked cigarettes of Peggena and Kiwembe, the two already packaged Space Marshalls.