Jill In Space | cell, alliens | illustrated bondage stories

Then she heard about Craig’s List--- you could advertise for anything! She spent hours crafting her message to get across the balance of subjugation and defiance she craved. When the responses came pouring in, she spent more time trying to find the ones that seemed to “get” her. The best of the lot offered to come to her home, where she would be in control.

When the big day arrived, Jill could barely contain her excitement. She was going to be just like Diana Prince! She put on an outfit she thought fit the role, and was pleased with what she saw in the mirror. She was even more pleased when her suitor rang the doorbell! He was movie star handsome, strong and fit, a young Johnny Depp. She could feel her face flush as they agreed on a scenario and the stranger tied her hands up and over her head, then ripped open her blouse, exposing her heaving bosom….

But she was not at all prepared for him to rip off his own head…

And expose the face of an alien! Her screams were cut short as he stuffed a wad of cloth in her mouth and taped over her lips, and she struggled helplessly as he pulled out some kind of communication device. The sounds he made didn’t seem like words at all, but they must have meant something to whoever activated the beam of light that surrounded her. Jill closed her eyes tight against the brightness, only opening them when the light faded.

And she found herself in some sort of metallic cell….

Jill cautiously hopped over to the door of her prison; there was a low, ominous buzzing sound that made her understand some kind of force field was in place. "Hey, can you understand me, my name is Jill, who are you, where are we?" was answered by the female voice in the adjoining cell; clearly an Asian language, but no way could she be more exact. Clearly whoever, whatever had captured her had picked up more than one Earth female--- but why? Jill's mind raced as she imagined being experimented on, impregnated, kept in a zoo, even eaten! Why had she put that ad in the paper? It was one thing to imagine PLAYING a damsel in distress--- but the reality was just too horrifying!

The blond beauty strained against the tight bondage, barely able to keep her balance. Her heart pounded with fear and dread. But then, somehow, her mind steadied. Maybe it was remembering all her childhood heroines who faced danger with pluck and resolve, or the sheer urge for survival, but Jill shed her terrors and began to figure out some way to escape. Naked, bound hand and foot, without a friend on some alien vessel, she would just have to find a way out of this.

The first step had to be getting her hands free. Jill looked around her new home carefully and saw a smaller room framed in gold with clear panels. Carefully the young earth woman made her way to the corner and examimed the metallic frame. Sure enough, there was a spot where the wear and tear of interstellar travel had left a sharp indentation. She turned her body so that she could rub her wrist ropes on the outcropping. It took what seemed like an hour, but steel resolve had taken over from her early panic, and eventually her hands were free. Jill untied herself and saw that the rope was now her ally. In front of the openning of her cell, she tied one length along the floor about 3 inches off the ground, then used the rest of the cord to make a noose.

She hadn't been finished long before the noises from the hallway outside indicated someone was coming... it was feeding time for the Earth captives and one of the smallish aliens was bringing trays of food. But when it got to Jill's cell, the alien was in for a shock. The Earth woman was loose! As it dropped the tray and moved towards her, it fell over the tripwire and found the "helpless" captive on its back, tightening the noose! Jill was barely able to believe her ears when the creature gasped, in perfect English "stop, stop and I'll help you escape! "

But they were both shocked when they turned the last corner. No doubt they had set off a silent alarm, and in front of them were a crowd of Wachalingli--- and five uniformed Gorgonzalen guards. Thinking quickly, Jill looped some rope over her guide's neck. "Pretend you're my hostage" she whispered, then loudly demanded that they let her pass or take the consequences. Without hestitation, the commander of the security squad leveled his weapon--- and blasted the Wachalingli! Jill screamed and sank to her knees, frantically trying to staunch the purplish liquid oozing out of his wounds. "What have you done? Help him, help him" she moaned, but the Gorgonzalen actually stepped on the wounded creature's chest as he injected Jill with some sort of drug. She didn't hear the murmur of distress from the gathered Wachalingli as she slumped unconscious to the floor.

When she woke up, Jill would have gagged on the foul odor that surrounded her--- if she hadn't already been gagged. And she couldn't cover her mouth and nose because her arms were tightly lashed behind her. The nude beauty tried to move, but found she couldn't shift even an inch. Her feet were chained to what looked like an engine, and her legs were strapped to a metal rod that held her upright and stationary. "Good, you're awake, let the punishment began" boomed a flat voice over the loudspeaker. "Resistance is futile, escapes will not be tolerated" it continued. "You are in our recycling center; watch how we take out our trash."

In front of her, Jill could see some kind of dumpster full of debris. Suddenly, a panel in the ceiling opened and a kind of cone began to descend. Inside, Jill could see hundreds of blades whirling around at a fantastic rate of speed. Her eyes widened as she understood and watched the cone slowly chop the discarded material into tiny pieces. She was next!

Frantically the helpless woman began writhing against her bonds, but she found not one bit of slack in the ropes that contained her. The noise from the cone was deafening, the smell was intense, but when it was all over and the cone retracted towards the ceiling, the floor underneath Jill began to move. It was a conveyor belt, and soon she was in position. Jill's struggles slowed as she realized there was no hope of escape. She resolved to die with dignity, showing these monsters what Earth Girls were made of.

But it was going to be hard to keep up her resolve. The horrible sound as the blades began to whirl, the smell of the previous load, her utter helplessness as she struggled despite herself... Jill fought back her sobs, not noticing the other sound--- some type of tumult coming over the loudspeaker. The cone dropped closer, closer... it had been well above her head, now it was just inches. Should she try to bend away from it, buy another minute, or stand tall and hope she would lose consciousness quickly? As she pondered this awful choice, the machine--- stopped.

The helpless beauty caught her breath--- was it a reprieve? did they intend to taunt her before finishing her off? Jill's mind raced, baffled, until a new voice boomed over the speaker. "We'll have you free in no time" it assured her, as the cone began to retract. "Wachalingli all over the ship heard how you cared for our brother. We've killed all the Gorgonzalens and are setting all your people free. You'll be home in no time"

And I'll be a Heroine, Jill thought to herself.