Captain John Broad stood trembling in the dark for what seemed like hours while pirates plundered his ship. His feet throbbed atop the towered silver boots and in spite of the synthetic skin covering every inch of his body, he felt naked in the latex mini-dress. It was as if it was his own skin on show, his breasts pressed down by the vinyl material. He even felt weaker as if the bodysuit had somehow cast upon him the strength of the delicate space whore to match his appearance. He dared not move but curiosity gnawed at him. Did this thing have a pussy? These things were sex-toys, right? Presumably they were fully functional... Unable to resist any longer, he slipped a delicate hand under the hem of the dress.
The moment his fingers touched the smoothness between his legs, a shot of electricity rippled through his body. It was like licking a nuclear battery...with his dick! His eyes rolls back in his head and the nipples of his new breasts instantly went as hard as icecaps. What the actual hell?! Even as the sensation started to fade, he found himself reaching once more for his synthetic clitoris and a volcano erupted inside him. All sense left his mind and he pulled the skintight outfit over his head to get uninhibited access to his borrowed sex organ. “Ohhh fuck me!!” He moaned loudly.
The doors to the cargo hold shot open to reveal the First Mate and the Navigator flanked by four enormous men painted with glowing tattoos holding phasers. They surveyed the contents of the hold with unimpressed faces. “Sex dolls?!” One of them snorted. “Is everything on this ship worthless? You don't even have a captain we can ransom over to the space authority... Good thing you two aren't bad looking or this would be a complete waste of time.” He brushed the cheek of Ally the Navigator affectionately with one of his huge hands.
“Wait!” Pleaded the First Mate with desperation in her voice. “They aren't just sex dolls. They are highly sophisticated companion robots for long journeys into deep space. They are 100% compliant and can take care of all your needs. Watch this!” She grabbed a latex negligee from an open box and threw in front of where the captain stood naked, prone and terrified. “Number 24689, clothe yourself!” She commanded with cold authority as if talking to a machine. Captain Broad tried to comply with rigid obedience but the outfit was tight and inflexible. Finally, after minutes of stretching and pulling it was on his sore body and he sat cross-legged on a stool just inside the room. The rubbing of the struggle had once more incited the fire inside his loins and a soft groan escaped his lips.
“I see...” The lead pirate chuckled with clear interest, watching the panting Captain struggle to keep his hands from between his legs whilst perched on his seat. “And are they all like this?”
“They are,” nodded the Kara sagely, “but this one is fully calibrated and more than capable of satisfying all of your wildest dreams!”
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