In the dark, empty room, Tina stood naked on the tip of her toes. Her whole body ached because of the position she had been forced to endure. The steel collar around her slender neck had an iron bar attached to it. The other end of the bar was cuffed to her ankles so her head was almost touching her knees. A butthook inside her tiny hole was tied to the ceiling. Tina tried her best to keep her balance. The way she was bent and the hook in her butt gave her no room to struggle. Also there were wires attached to her nipples with tiny strips of black tape. The wires were connected to her collar which seemed to have a timer of some sorts on it.



"HHHLMMMFFF!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. But the shiny black ball, held in place with a head harness, muffled every helpless call she managed to utter.



A drop of sweat ran down her inner thigh, but Tina couldn't make a movement to get rid of that annoying ticklish feeling. She tried to raise her head just a bit to see her surroundings. But the moment she moved her head, the timer on her collar ticked and three short shocks were sent to her nipples. However, the shocks, to her surprise, didn't hurt her nipples but created a sexual frenzy between her legs. Not expecting this sexual stimulation, Tina closed her eyes and jerked her head which caused more of that orgasmic shocks to be sent throughout her body.Tina moaned into her gag, drooling uncontrollably. Tina mewed helplessly as the light in the room were turned on. She heard footsteps approach her. Then she sensed a hand massaging her asscheeks and gently removing the cruel butthook. The same hand carrassed the nape of her neck and off came the collar and the gag. She looked up to see a man who very much looked like a young Paul Newman.



"It's an honor to have you here, Ms. Wray" he smiled. "I'm a big fan of your work"



"We're not in L.A.? Right?"



"We're heading for Mars, the red planet as you know. Please don't panic Ms. Wray. I'm Tim Ravell the captain of this ship"



"Tim? That doesn't sound like a Martian name"



"This language I'm using to communicate with you is not Martianese either"



Tim pointed to a small device he took out of his pocket. "You see we're using a translator of some sorts to translate our language to any other language. And it seems the translation of my name corresponds to a Tim Ravell"



A woman entered the room and knelt infront of Tina. She cuffed her hands with shackles which had a long chain that linked to another set of cuffs which were applied to her ankles.



"Why. why am I here?"



"Please don't be alarmed. You probably have questions of your own. They'll all be answered. But for the time being, Ms. Peel here will lead you to your room"



Tim Ravell gently pushed back the gag in Tina's mouth.



"MMMM!" she protested.



"Don't worry I'll keep an eye on how you're treated" Tim carressed her cheek.



Her shackles rattling, Tina followed behind Ms. Peel, who kept tugging on her leash. They kept passing identical looking doors in a very large hallway. They stopped infront of a door which had a tag on it that read; 1933. Ms. Peel punched a few buttons on the door.



"You'll be staying here" Peel said as she pushed Tina inside. Before Tina could react the door was closed.



Her eyes scanned the environment. The room reminded Tina of the film set of a movie she starred in. It was about a princess who was abducted to be sold into slavery. The room was an exact replica of the princess' bedroom with the high ceilings, the enormous double bed with soft pillows, the huge windows with their drawn curtains. Tina couldn't help but smile at the irony.



"Welcome aboard, sugah" a female voice said.



Tina looked at the far corner of the room. A leggy blonde with long curly hair, clad in spaghetti strap sandals and ancient harem attire, emerged from the bathroom. She had shackles around her wrists and ankles exactly like Tina's. Her accent is Texan with odd traces of English.



"I'm Heather" the blonde smiled as she removed Tina's gag.



"Tina" the hapless damsel murmured as Heather cleaned the drool caused by the gag.



"Guess you met Paul Newman and his crew already"



"Why."



"I don't know why we're here" Heather interrupted "Paul. Tim Ravell said."



"Said your questions will be answered later" Tina completed Heather's sentence. They giggled nervously.



"On the meantime though, you can enjoy your stay. They have first class roomservice here"



Heather noticed Tina trying to cover up her breasts and lower private parts with her hands.



"But first let's get you something to wear. Something comfortable" she winked.



Tina smiled. Somehow she felt safe and relaxed.