Quinn's Bondage Assortment

  They had spent weeks trying to infiltrate the nobles estate, and it had come to this. She had ropes around her wrists and was being pulled along behind her companion, putting up a show of defiance, as she struggled against him. She was dressed in furrs and her deep red hair messy and her whole appearance unkempt  as she yanked on the rope. The noble was a fan of barbarian girls as slaves, and she had to play into her culture to try and get this whole scheme to work. Eventually they make it to the slave market, countless woman in various outfits and ethnicity where lined up or lounging in vatious areas, the city a hub of trade of all things. Without warning she is pushed forward falling to her knees in front of a desk of one of the slavers, glaresing up as she tries to keep composed at the situation. Her head is yanked back by her hair as her companion tries to convince the slaver to auction the “defeated savage”, she feels rage building in her not hiding it from the merchant who only

 Edra Paulsen admired herself in her quarters mirror, she has always liked the blue mini dress. Giving herself a small nod before heading out towards astrophysics. She greets her colleagues as she passes, a stoic look on her face as the tall Vulcan strides to her position, her long back hair in a tight bun. She hears across the ship's comm system the stern voice of Dr Vanlith demanding the reminder of the crew come for a check up before the end of the day, not after. Eda had already been, but she knew quite a few others had not, always keeping it to the last minute. It was not long until she was at her station, the ship finally nearing its destination. The USS Incapistro had been dispatched to a remote sector, a worrying report of a missing freighter. As the nearest ship in the area they had been dispatched to investigate the situation, starting with a nearby asteroid field. Edra had been on the ship for a few months now in the astrophysics department. Scanning the area as they app

  Lilia matched into the camp, hands behind her head as she tried to keep composed and dignified. The soldier behind gives a push, making her stumble past the japanese officer who caught her. She had been scouting the area for the Russian army before she had unluckily stumbled into a parol, being forced to surrender. It had been embarrassing to be led back as a prisoner by the smaller Japanese men, escaping fading as she entered through the gates. Forced to walk through the camp towards the command bunker, the eyes of the troops on her as she walks. Clearly a tall white blond woman taken prisoner was something of note, feeling their eyes on her like some wild animal. Her heart skips a beat as her impending interrogation looms closer.  Entering the gloom of the bunker as she is led deep inside the complex. Eventually reaching the command room full of officers and whirring machines. She is brought before a Colonel, her short black hair in a bob, dressed in full uniform. Even with her sho

She felt a flutter in her heart as her secretary entered the room. Watching with delight as she bumbles into the room on her tall heels, each one locked around her ankles. Her long tight dress coming down to her shins, making it hard to move her legs far apart. The custom made dress perfectly outlining her figure, black skirt running up her legs to a red corset, edged in black and a bowed ribbon keeping it tight around her abdomen. The tight black dress continuing up over her breast, her outfit keeping them pulled up and prominent. A red leather posture collar, buckled tight around her neck keeps her head inplace, the material running over her shoulders and down her arms to her fingers, encasing them in gloves. Leather cuffs force her hands together in front of her, and a shiny padlock keeps her collar firmly in place. She was very pleased with the decision to try out the new BDSM items in house. All of the secretaries had been put into the dresses to give them some vigorous testing

Kiara slips over the wall and delicately drops onto the soft sand. She looks about quickly, her long braided black hair touching the ground as crouches cautiously. She stands up and dusts off the sand from her outfit. She moves quickly, her silken slippers leaving footprints in the sand behind her. She had on blue baggy pants and a tight Bandeau covering her breasts, a long scarf pulled over her mouth and nose. She silently darts between buildings, slipping into the shadows as she looks around at her surroundings. It was unlikely anyone was here, but she still took her time, not wanting to miss anything after coming all this way. Her light silken clothes swishing about her as she moves, thankful for the cooling in the harsh city. She makes her way through the mystical city, it had been quite an ordeal to find the place, but soon she will have untold riches. Suddenly through the distance of sand filled and deserted streets she sees a figure, her breath catching in her thr

The team beams down from the ship, looking around as they get their bearings. The scans inform the team that the planet is uninhabited as thought, but worryingly the communications with the ship seems to be offline at the moment. Before they can get too settled, a cry rings out from a ridge as several figures come clambering over the top. Humanoid creatures with odd pale blue skin, each wielding unknown weapons. Instinctively the away team opens fire with stun phasers, a few figures dropping to the ground, but there are too many of them. Succumbing to the lassos and bolas the team find themselves overwhelmed by the aliens. The protest are ignored by the aliens as the whole team is stripped of there uniforms and bound with wrists behind their backs with leather cuffs, leather straps tied around their heads fashioning a bit in their mouths, forcing mouths open and causing them to drool. Thick collars are buckled around necks as they are forced to stand in a line, each ones collar tied