EASY PREY 3

Dark Haired Space Marshall Lamena was fascinated with gags in particular and bondage in general. Add to that a love of latex and an even higher basic hotness than usual among Fenloras, Lamena was a real kinky gal.
At the age of 25, she had been among the Space Marshalls for 4 years, and served on the GUMALIN KASHINUA for one and a half. Very fit, an expert with the blaster, it was in fact her high social intelligence that brought her the praise of her superiors,  she solving problems with passengers through talk, empathy and psychology rather than resort to force.
With nearly milkwhite skin, the black hair cut in a bob falling to her shoulders, pouting full lips and big black eyes behind long eyelashes, her bosom quite ample for her medium height, she was a real beauty too.
But Lamena was lonely. After confessing her pervert desires to her then- girlfriend  as a teenager, and having witnessed this girl telling everyone about it and ending the relationship, she had stayed single as well kept her kinky desires to herself.
Her flat back on OPHIREA, her home planet, had a good pleasure machine, and on the journeys with the luxury liner through space she could use the first class pleasure machines of the ship for free.
Tonight, after her shift had ended and Peggena and Kiwembe had taken over duty, she retired to her cabin, showered and had a quick meal out of the matter printer, put on private clothes  - a silken mini dress in blue – put fresh lipstick and eyelids color on, to finally head over to one of the pleasure halls, wearing a belt with a small belly bag containing her ID-card, communicator, Pagimo cigarettes and a lighter.
Lamena opened a cabin, locked it from inside with her ID-card, and quickly undressed.
The room was of white PVC, in the center the bench like pleasure machine, of white shiny PVC too. Color as well as material of room and machine could be altered in an instant by an order to the cabins computer. The only other thing visible was the materialization box of the matter machine in one of the walls.
The dark haired beauty quickly stripped until completely nude, putting dress, lingerie, socks, shoes and belt with belly bag on a small table she had ordered the cabin to create.
While doing so, she addressed the matter machine with her soft, friendly voice:
“A latex outfit, shiny black, thigh high stockings, opera gloves, a corsage. No slip, no bra. Fitting for my body. Impregnated with lustcream.”
In the box of the machine, the shiny outfit appeared seconds later, neatly folded. Lamena took the items, put on stockings first, then the gloves, to conclude her dressing with the corsage, which she on purpose laced shut quite tightly.
The hot material and its impregnation of strong aphrodisiaka immediately watered her shaved pussy, hardened her nipples and weakened her knees. The young beauty let out a sigh. How she loved it. To be practically packed in rubber,  it clinging to her flesh like a second skin, the word “rubberized” came to her mind and sent new shivers of pleasure through her.
She ordered:
“A latex hairband, broad, shiny white, with a small hole in the center, the diameter of a cigarette filter.”
The item was produced and she took it. Another order turned one of the walls into a giant mirror. She eyed herself intently, loving the sight of her rubberized limbs and her waist likewise packed in latex.
The pretty Space Marshall off duty laid the hairband over her mouth and cheeks and tied it off at the back of her neck under her hair. Wonderful, the rubber pressing against her soft lips, the pressure in her face, how her face looked gagged, the white band emphasizing her dark eyes.
She knew it wasn’t a real gag, she could still scream or mumble, to really silence her a stuffing of her mouth would be needed. She had experimented with that in the past, putting silken handkerchiefs into her oral orifice. It was hot, but a bit frightening too. For her pleasure, a simple band over her mouth was sufficient.
To complete her preparations, she opened her tan Pagimo pack and shoved a filter cigarette through the hole in the gag until it stuck deeply between her lips, which were, by the way, painted a glossy black.
The contact of the impregnated blonde filter sent further heat through her body. She sucked inadvertently at the filter and moaned slightly. The urge to light up was strong, but she didnt plan to smoke this Pagimo soon. Instead she watched herself in the mirror again. The cigarette in the gag looked odd, and in a kinky way hot.
Lamena boarded the pleasure machine, sitting down on the bench. With the remote control of the computer, she broadened the bench until she had to spread her legs as far as possible to sit on it.
On her command, a seat back appeared behind her, she leaned against it. White PVC clamps gripped her upper arms and fastened on them. More clamps closed on her thighs and ankles and pulled her legs even further back, until they were in a 90 degree angle to the bench. This strained Lamenas body considerably, and she groaned deeply, sweat appearing on her brow.
The pretty girl threw back her head and let out a short scream of pleasure, muffled by the latex band gagging her.
The girl watched herself as she was fondled by the machine. In her mind, a fantasy was coming to live, much harder than the real thing going on. A huge, anonymous bondage factory, where Fenlorian beauties of all races were stripped, rubberized, bound, gagged,   and finally vertically suspended from the ceiling on a giant conveyor belt by the thousands.
The work of the machine and her own fantasy quickly brought her to a mighty orgasm, she screamed in the gagging band, and wildly trashed in the clamps holding her.
Wow, that had been good. But the night was still young…
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Three days earlier, at the passenger entrance of the space liner, at anchor at a departure tower of TELVENSKESKUA SPACE PORT, planet FENLORA:
What Lamena loved most about her job as Space Marshall on a big space liner was not the cool uniform or running around with a dangerous blaster at the hip, but meeting all those interesting passengers from all around the Empire.
The admittance of the passengers at the day of departure was a real highlight for her every time, and she always tried to be on duty at the entrance at these times.
And so it was today, 4 hours away from departure. The dark haired beauty was standing in her light blue spandex catsuit and the black PVC overknee boots and opera gloves beside the entrance, together with her shift partner, the ki-tan-fengian girl Ba-Texi.
Ba-Texi had the yellow skin, the jet black eyes and hair of that fenlorian race and was of medium height like Lamena herself, but where Lamena was rather slender built, Ba-Texi was quite voluptuous, although apart from her big breasts and her buttock cheeks nearly everything on her were well trained muscles. The oriental gal was pumping iron and boxing in her free time. She had been boxing championess of the Empires Space Marshalls last year, even receiving a medal from the Empress herself. Her waist long black hair mane fell down openly today, only held out of her oriental doll face by a silver colored latex hairband.
Lamena und Ba-Texi usually kept aside during this duty, while a girl of the ships crew welcomed the passengers aboard. Waiter drones were hovering in the air, on their plates bottles of champagne and juice, ashtrays, cigarette packs of different brands, a filtered stick protruding out a bit from each one, and old fashioned matches.
Passengers were traditionally welcomed to the ship with a drink and a smoke. The old fashioned matches were a special Fenlorian tradition.
Fenloras loved smoking and watching other women smoke, especially lighting up. With a lighter, one could held the cigarette with a hand to the lips, which was widely regarded as uncool. Lighting with a match forced the smokress to hold the stick only with her lips, in one hand the match box and in the other the burning match. In Fenlorian eyes that looked much cooler and hotter.
Furthermore, the moment of lighting up, when the lips intently sucked on the blonde filter and the before dangling cigarette straightened up at the lips, was a few seconds longer when using matches, because the match flame was smaller and less hot than a lighter flame and so more time was required to set the tobacco aflame.
The lighting up moment regarded as extremely sexy, it was natural that matches were often preferred by Fenlorian beauties.  
Lamena was no exception in loving smoking and seeing other beauties smoke. Currently she watched intently, as a young pair of lovers, rich owners of horse farms in ANJENUON, the north western continent of planet FENLORA, filtered (that meant putting a cigarette between ones lips) themselves and inadvertently sucked at the unlit sticks, moaning slightly with pleasure and anticipation.
The blonde filters of all Fenlorian cigarettes were impregnated with lustcream, making the contact of the filter with ones lips always a hot sensation, watering pussies, hardening nipples and weakening knees of Billions of women all around the Empire.
The pretty pair, both fair skinned, one a blonde with curls, the other brunette with hair cropped quite short, clad in soft silken dresses and thigh high over knee boots and opera gloves of shiny PVC, red for the blonde, silver for the brunette, lit matches and gave each other a light simultaneously, a gesture which done in public signaled great intimacy and was usually reserved for lovers or mothers and their daughters.
Lamena felt her pussy filling with love honey just from watching the two girls lighting up.
New passengers arrived, the owner of a mining empire employing millions of males for cheap slave labor, being among the richest and most powerful women of the Empire outside of the Imperial family, with her young daughter, her private secretary and no less than seven body guards.
The guards were most impressive, all of the Kushitan subrace of the Maimbos, very tall, very strong and proud women with black skin, long limbs, long, slender faces, black eyes and jet black curly hair, which all seven held back with leathern red hairbands, their manes falling openly down their backs to their slender waists. All clad in red leather, corsages, over knee boots with platforms of cork making them appear even taller still, and opera gloves. White symbols were painted on their cheeks and brows, a barbaric tradition going back over 2.000 years.
Each had a blaster at her hip as well as a big, dangerous looking knife. They were allowed to carry weapons on the ship and use them if need be, employing private bodyguards was a standard practice of the rich, famous and powerful and traditionally official agencies like the Imperial Guards Police, the Agency for Internal Security AIS or the Space Marshalls didn’t interfere, but worked closely together with these private warriors.
Maimbos were among the most often employed for such jobs, having a millennium old warrior tradition, a reputation of being tough and loyal, and the advantage of looking intimidating because of their height and build.
The resource industrialist had even an own private army of these women, as far as Lamena knew over 8.000, that was more than an Imperial Marines Brigade.  That she brought only seven with her showed that the luxury liner was considered save by her, very much so.
The woman was a fair skinned blonde with cold looking blue eyes and a stern face, her hair in a practical pony tail. She wore golden colored PVC overknee boots and opera gloves and a mini dress of the same extravagant color.
To Lamena, the outfit seemed a bit vulgar because of the color, accentuated by a thick golden necklace with fat red crystals. The Blonde, whose name was Kakura Tashdov, looked like in her twenties, but Lamena knew she was approaching the fifties. The longevity drug made it possible.
Her daughter was oddly young tough, Kakura probably giving birth to her rather late. From the conversation of the crew member with the womans secretary, a petite brunette with the hair in a bob like Lamena herself, the Space Marshall learned that the daughter, whose name was Elanee, had just turned 18 5 days before, becoming of legal age. The pleasure cruise was Kakuras present to her to celebrate this great moment in Elanees life.
Contrary to her mother, the teenager seemed soft and shy. Her blonde hair was in a tight bun at the back of her neck, she wore a wide dress hiding her body in light blue, and the knee high boots of the youth. Traditionally, overknee boots were reserved for adult women, but most teenagers in Elanees situation would have had immediately put on overknees  as soon as turning 18, eager to show everyone they now were adult to smoke in public and use pleasure machines and other things not so important to young girls.  
By that as it may, Elanee still wore only knee high boots in a boring brown, even with flat heels by the goddess of style and fashion!
The group entered the ship, Kakura and her secretary took Champagne, the bodyguards refrained from drinking and Elanee – not surpsingly – settled for an apple juice.
The blonde industrialist filtered herself coolly with a Malego, the brand of lust and pleasure for fair skinned females, the secretary took a Kigumo, which had menthol taste, the proud bodyguards shoved Haguros from the yellow pack between their white painted lips, this brand being preferred for lust and pleasure by the black races, and Elanee nestled an Alumo out of a white pack.
Alumo was the brand of health, used in medicine for curing mild headaches or sickness and reducing pain as well as helping with a persons healing. They tasted like milk, had no lustcream impregnation of the filter or tobacco and were universally detested among Fenloras.
Lamena had never before in her life seen someone smoke them voluntarily. As Elanee filtered herself with the healing stick with the boring taste, the Space Marshall decided to watch her when everyone lit up.
As Elanee lit a match and took the first drag, Lamena observed the blonde teenager had a certain grace in smoking. Kakura meanwhile talked loudly and demandingly with the crew member. An arrogant bitch, this one. Poor daughter. Lamena felt sympathy for the teenager. ..

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Back to the present, the pleasure cabin with Lamena, moments after her first orgasm of the night:
Uff, now she definitely needed to smoke that cigarette in her gag. Her rubberized fingers moved over the remote control. A small flame appeared before the dark haired beauties face.
She leaned forward to light up, but the flame was a bit too far away, she being restrained by the clamps. This was on purpose. Lamena moaned, sweat was dripping from her brow, and worked against the restraints. With considerable effort, she reached the flame with the end of her Pagimo.
At that moment, three huge brutish males suddenly appeared around the pleasure machine out of nowhere. Perplexed, Lamena looked up.
The male to her right, abrute with red hair and blue eyes, seized her right wrist and pressed down on it with his fingers hard as steel.
Lamena cried into the gag, her fingers opened, the remote control fell to the ground. The small flame vanished.
The  male said with a deep voice:
“What an interesting situation we find you in, slut. Very telling. Well, lets show you what bondage really means.”
A second male gripped her wrists, the right one having been released by the redhead, and tied them together above her belly with old fashioned white rope. Lamena starred down on her bound wrists in disbelief. Now she was completely helpless.
The redhead looosend the knot of the gagging white latex band and jerked the squeaking item down to her chin.
“What? Who are you? What are you doing?” the Space Marshall managed to say.
Then she wanted to alert the computer. She opened her mouth again:
“Computer! Ala…UMMMPPHH! MMMPPPH! UMMMPPFF; UMMMPPF!“
A latex packing had been shoved into her gaping mouth. The sudden real gagging overwhelmed the young brunette, she groaning into the packing, new fresh love honey filling her dildo stuffed pussy in an instant, her dark eyes bulging and moist.
A narrow latexband was tied between her teeth, cutting deeply into her cheeks and back of the neck, were it was tied shut. She now couldn’t dislodge the packing with her tongue anymore.
The mouth stuffing was not really large, her black lips still met, but the tightness of the securing band made moving her jaws impossible nonetheless. The evil male fastened the broad white gag band over her lower face again, sealing the gag. It was tied off much tighter this time.
Lamenas eyes bulged even more, she struggled in her restraints and produced new gag sounds. She saw herself in the mirror, fastened to the machine, gagged, this time for real. It was a fantasy come true. Yet these were dangerous wild males, she a Space Marshall, whose job it was to protect the ships passengers.
But she immediately realized she couldn’t do that any longer. She was the totally helpless captive of the attackers.
The red haired brute fished the cigarette out of the gag, which bore the black marks of Lamenas lipstick, and it vanished in a small hip bag of the monster.  Instead, a fresh Pagimo was shoved through the hole in the gags center and made contact with the beauties restrained lips. She sucked inadvertently at the unlit stick.
“Actually you can smoke this cigarette, slut. There is another hole in the binding band and a channel for the smoke in the gag packing. You would just have to blew out the blue clouds through your pretty petite nose. Problem is, we wont light that cigarette for you.”
“UMMPPHH! MMMPPFF!”
She starred impotently up at him.
“How dumb you look, with this cigarette in your gag, unable to smoke it. Very fitting for a female like you.”
“MMPPHH! GGGMMMSCH!”
“A final touch remains to be added.”
With that, he took up the remote control from the floor and quickly commanded it with his fingers.
Lamena realized to her horror that this barbarian was able to operate the control. The result came quick.
She screamed in her gag, being forcefully fondled. Lamena didn’t notice when the males vanished from the cabin.
The third Space Marshall was out for good.