Stories of Tie Up Games

Captain Nova's Lounge

The hum of the ship's engine resonated through the walls of Demeter as Captain Nova sat at the head of the table, waiting for the crew to join her. Unlike the rest of the ship, the lounge offered a touch of luxury. Velvet couches lined the walls, a crystalline chandelier hung overhead, and a holo-fireplace flickered with blue and violet flames. The central glass table, pulsing with the AI, Zeltron, displayed navigation routes and schematics, essential for the crew’s upcoming diplomatic mission to Xenos-9.

Captain Nova’s presence was undeniable. Her golden ponytailed hair was tied back, emphasizing her poised features. Her white uniform hugged her frame, accented by black lines that traced her figure down to deep blue boots. The silver captain's insignia gleamed on her chest, completing her commanding look.

The metal doors slid open with a hiss as the crew entered. Nova’s piercing blue gaze scanned the room, noting each crew member’s readiness for the mission ahead.

First came, Lt. Starling was the ship´s weapons officer, she leaned casually against a chair next to Nova. Her dark hair cut into a sharp bob, her green eyes scanning the room with a sly smirk. Her white uniform was just as tight as the Captain’s, and the material stretched over her athletic body, revealing the defined lines of her muscled thighs and broad shoulders. She tossed a wink in Nova as she.

“Captain,” she greeted with her lips quirking into a smirk.

Next came Ensign Luna, the scientific prodigy, she sat near the edge of the table, her long silver hair cascading down her back like shimmering moonlight. Her white uniform was looser than the others, though it still hinted at the gentle curves of her bust and waist. Luna’s pale blue eyes flickered with intelligence, while her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her coat as she tried to remain unnoticed. But she glanced at Nova, offering a timid nod before retreating to the far corner of the room.

After her came Dr. Solis, the ship’s redhead medical officer, strolled in with her usual calm demeanor. Her light green uniform hugged her curvaceous form, her bust framed by the v-neck that accentuated her figure. Solis’s calm green eyes scanned the room, though there was a warmth to her gaze as she offered a reassuring smile to the others. Her hips swayed slightly with each step, a natural grace to her movement despite the snug fit of her uniform.

“Ready to keep everyone in one piece, Doctor?” Nova teased.

“Always, Captain,” Solis replied with a wink.

Nex came Engineer Vix, a beauty with her dark skin contrasting beautifully with the orange jumpsuit, as she stood by the wall, with her muscular arms crossed. Years of manual labor had given her a lean, toned body, but the curves of her hips and legs were impossible to miss. She adjusted her tool belt as she offered Nova a quick nod.

“Captain,” she said simply.

Navigator Astra twirled into the room, her auburn hair bouncing with every step. Her white uniform clung to her body like it was painted on, flaring at her hips and accentuating the toned thighs beneath. Astra’s playful attitude was evident in her smile, her cleavage barely contained by the scooped neckline of her suit.

“Looking sharp as always, Captain,” Astra quipped, earning a raised eyebrow from Nova.

Comm Officer Vega followed, her blonde hair shining like a golden halo around her head. Her soft white uniform clung to her voluptuous form, emphasizing her full breasts and the dramatic curve of her hips. Vega’s every step sent a ripple through her rear, drawing glances despite the serious nature of the meeting.

“Captain,” Vega purred in greeting, her sultry voice drawing a few side glances from the crew.

Security Chief Zeta, a towering presence of muscle and strength, entered last. Her white uniform did little to hide her powerful curves, her biceps bulging slightly against the fabric. Her legs were thick and muscular, her stride confident and intimidating. Zeta’s body was built like a weapon, yet her uniform emphasized every inch of her strength.

"Chief,” Nova greeted her with a nod.

Finally, as the crew settled into their seats, the doors opened once more.

Ambassador Nyx strolled through the room and passed all the empty seats just to sit next to Captain Nova. The professional diplomat representing the Xeno-Human Relationship Diplomacy. Nyx’s presence was no less striking. Her elegant dress, a deep black with gold accents, hugged her curves. The golden lines traced across her waist, up to her high-collared neckline, which featured a window that displayed a portion of her cleavage. The dress had a high waistband that emphasized her voluptuous figure, with long slits running down both sides of the gown, revealing her green toned legs with each graceful step. The long sleeves ended in gold cuffs, and her heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she moved. Nyx's long silky white hair shimmered in the light, cascading down her back, her purple eyes glowing with calm confidence.

“Captain Nova,” Nyx greeted,“I trust you’re ready for the adventure that lies ahead?”

“Always, Ambassador,” she replied coolly, though she couldn’t help but notice the sly smile tugging at Nyx’s purple lips.

Nyx stepped closer to Nova, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

“I do hope this mission proves to be… enlightening,” she said.

“I’m sure we’ll all learn something new, Ambassador,” Nova replied with a smirk until she turned to face the crew. “Alright, ladies,” she continued, “we're nearing the drop point. The Ambassador we’re escorting is crucial to the treaty negotiations between the Republic and Xenos-9, so this mission requires unity, precision, and strength. No mistakes.”

Nyx leaned against the glass table as she folded her arms.

"Captain, I trust your team is up for this? The Xeno-Human alliance is on the line. And let’s not forget, we might be venturing into hostile territory. The pirates out here have been known to be... troublesome.”

“Troublesome?” Lt. Starling scoffed, adjusting her holstered blaster at her side. “Sounds like they’re begging for a date with the weapons officer.”

“We should be more worried about bounty hunters than pirates.” Officer Vega chimed in. “The price on Ambassador’s head is probably high enough to buy a small planet.”

The crew exchanged uneasy glances, the mention of bounty hunters adding a layer of tension to the already precarious mission.

“We’re always up for a challenge, Ambassador.” Nova smirked. “You’ll see.”

"Then let's hope your ship can handle what’s ahead,” Nyx chuckled softly. “The Demeter is quite… unique."

"Challenges?” Lt. Starling added, leaning back at her chair with a grin. “Please. After that firefight on Beleron Prime, this treaty's going to feel like a vacation." She crossed her legs, the material of her tight uniform stretching over her thighs. "Besides, if things go sideways, we’ve got enough firepower to make them regret it."

"Yeah, because diplomacy always goes smoother with a blaster, right?" Engineer Vix snorted, rolling her eyes. She tugged at the collar of her burnt orange uniform. "Maybe if we're lucky, I won't have to crawl through another air duct and fix something while you’re out there playing cowboy."

"Don't be jealous, Vixy.” Starling smirked. “Some of us just prefer to handle things head-on."

"Head-on, my ass," Vix retorted. "You just likes to blow things up and look good doing it."

"Don't we all?" Astra chimed in. "Personally, I’m just hoping we don’t end up lost in space again. I swear if we miss another waypoint, I'll retire to a moon somewhere and never look at a star map again. Captain, do we have any intel on the pirate activity in this area? Or are we going in blind?”

“There have been reports of pirate skirmishes near our drop point.” Luna said, scanning her data pad. “I’ll monitor their movements, but it’s possible we’ll have to deal with them at some point. Bounty hunters, on the other hand, might stay hidden until the right moment.”

"Let’s hope we don’t need my medical expertise.” Dr. Solis smiled softly, her calming presence like a balm to the tension in the room. “I’ve had enough stitches to last a lifetime." She brushed a loose strand of red hair behind her ear, her uniform snug against her curvaceous form, though her demeanor remained warm and nurturing. "But in case we do, I’ve got all that we need for injuries or egos."

"Ah, I’m sure you’d find a way to patch us all up, Doc," Starling teased, with a wink. "After all, who else is going to listen to me complain about my back after all this heroism?"

"Don’t worry, Starling," Security Chief Zeta grunted with her arms crossed over her full chest. "If you overextend yourself again, I’ll carry you back to the med bay with a rag in your mouth."

A chorus of laughter echoed through the room by Zeta´s lightening the mood.

"Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Zeta." Starling replied and shot a wink at Zeta.

"I always keep my promises," Zeta replied back with a small smirk.

"Just make sure our comms stay open this time, Starling," Vega said. "Some of us don’t enjoy the surprise of hearing you scream when things get ‘handled head-on.’"

"Me? Scream? Never! Just a tactical yell." Starling gave an exaggerated gasp, pressing a hand to her chest dramatically.

Nyx observed all this with a bemused expression as she leaned closer to Captain Nova´s ear.

"I must say," she said, "your crew has an… entertaining way of preparing for high-stakes diplomacy."

Captain Nova suppressed a smile, letting the playful back-and-forth run its course.

“They might bicker like a pack of wild gremlins,” she said, “but they’re the best team in the Republican Fleet has to offer. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

"Oh You love us Captain!" Astra teased, flashing a kiss in the air.

"Just enough to keep you on board," Nova shot back. “But remember, once we hit Xenos-9, it’s all business. No one goes rogue, and no one makes any hasty decisions.”

“What about the ship’s defenses? Vix adjusted her tool belt. “Zeltron’s been giving me the creeps lately. The AI’s humor is quirky at best, but in a firefight, I don’t want any surprises.”

“Zeltron will follow protocol, but keep an eye on her, Vix. We can’t afford any malfunctions while we’re out there,” Nova straightened, her voice authoritative.

"Understood," Vix said and gave a sharp nod.

Nyx shifted beside Nova, her mysterious purple eyes locking with the captain’s. “Let’s hope this mission goes smoothly,” she said. “For everyone’s sake.”

“Agreed,” Nova said. “Let’s keep things clean, efficient, and…”

Before she could finish, the ambient lights flickered, and the ship’s AI, Zeltron, chimed in with a sudden burst of cheerful energy.

"Oh, Captain, crew, what delightful banter! You really are the most entertaining team in the galaxy," Zeltron said, its voice echoing through the lounge.

“Zeltron,its good to hear your voice too.” Nova replied. “Hows it going with the records of Old Human Civilization for the Ambassador?”

“Well, Captain, I’ve been brushing up on Earth’s old entertainment archives. Zeltron's tone took on a mischievous edge. “You won’t believe the creativity of your ancestors!”

“How delightful,” Nyx commented with a smirk.

"Uh-oh," Starling muttered. "I see that the alien and the robot seem to be a good match for each other."

“Starling!” Dr. Solis exclaimed.

“Ladies, please,” Captain Nova interrupted in a calm tone. “We’re professionals and be better not screw this one up.”

I’ll happily patch you up if you test each other’s limits,” Dr. Solis chimed in.

“That’s why we love you, Solis, Astra chuckled, “always there to fix us when we break.”

Nova nodded, breaking eye contact with Ambassador Nyx.

“Alright, everyone, get to your stations.” She addressed the crew. “This mission is critical, and I want it to go off without a hitch.”

The crew began to stand and leave the lounge. Dr. Solis turned to follow them out. Starling walked fast just gave Solis a sly wink before delivering a playful slap to Doctor’s rear.

“Hey!” Solis jumped slightly, her face flushing pink beneath her red curls.

“You’ve got a lot of fixing to do, Doc, but you know you love the attention,” Starling teased.

“Honestly, Starling. Keep that up, and you’ll be my next patient,” Solis replied.

“Just keeping up the team spirit high,” Starling shrugged innocently.

“Team spirit or otherwise,” Nova cut in her harp voice. “You’d all better remember we’re about to escort an ambassador, not host a talent show. Keep it together.”

“Then we’ll see you on the other side, Captain,” Astra said before being the last one to leave. With the doors hissing shut behind them.

As the crew left, Nova found herself alone with Nyx. She allowed herself a amused smile. She crossed her arms, leaning back slightly as her gaze drifted to the ambassador beside her. Nyx gave Nova a conspiratorial smile.

“Your crew is certainly… animated,” Nyx commented.

“You have no idea,” Nova exhaled, shaking her head.

Nyx took a step closer to Nova, her sharp purple eyes twinkling. She brushed her purple fingernails along the polished surface of the glass table.

“I must admit,” she said with a playful grin, “I’m not used to seeing military crews so lively. Xeno-Human relationship is usually much more rigid.” She leaned in closer. “Perhaps humans could teach us a thing or two.”

Nova chuckled softly, running a hand through her slicked-back blonde hair.

“They’ve definitely got their own way of doing things, but they get the job done.” She said. “Even if I have to keep them in line half the time. You must be used to more… formal command styles.”

Nyx’s smile widened, her eyes narrowing slightly as she leaned in even closer.

“Formality has its place. But in moments like this…” She hushed. “I find connection more valuable.”

“Connection?” Nova asked with an raised eyebrow.

“Mmhmm…” Nyx’ purr as her purple fingernails brushed lightly over Nova’s thigh. “Between cultures, between people… and sometimes, between those who understand the weight of leadership,” Her lips curled into a knowing smile. “I imagine you enjoy that role more than you let on.”

The ambassador’s fingers trailed up Nova’s leg before resting just below her hip. Nova swallowed, her body tensing as she felt the warmth of Nyx’s hand on her thigh.

“Leadership has its perks,” she said.

“You have an intriguing strength, Captain Nova,” She said when she boldly grabbed Nova’s thigh. While Nyx’s other hand found the zipper of Nova’s uniform, tugging it down revealing the hint of skin beneath, and Nova’s swell cleavage framed by a white lace bra.

“But strength doesn’t always have to come from control,” Nyx continued with her eyes fixed on Nova´s soft pale skin.

Nova’s breath caught in her throat as Nyx’s fingers, now brushing against her collarbone, sent a shiver down her spine. She hesitated, unsure how to interpret the ambassador’s unexpected advances.

Nyx’s gaze flickered up, locking onto Nova’s eyes as her sly smile deepening.

“Sometimes, Captain,” she whispered, “strength comes from surrender.”

“Dear Ambassador…” Nova said as she placed her hand gently on Nyx’s wrist.

“You’re more in control than you think, Captain.” Nyx said while she stepped back, but kept her hand resting on Nova’s thigh.

Nova snapped and quickly zipped her uniform back up.

“You’re quite the diplomat, Nyx.” Nova exhaled.

Nyx chuckled, her lips curving into a playful smile.

“Oh Captain, my Captain, I’ve my skills.” She said. “But perhaps we’ll explore more… when the time is right.”

Nova shot her a sidelong glance, her lips curling into a smirk.

“Maybe.” She paused, then sighed. “But the mission is our priority…for now.”

Nyx chuckled, as she stood from her seat as she did, ther black lace lingerie clung to her curves. Nova caught a glimpse of Nyx's rear as she walked gracefully toward the door, the outline of her silhouette framed perfectly by the soft lighting. The lace of her ensemble revealed a hint of sideboob, drawing the captain’s attention.

Just as she reached the door, Nyx turned back with a playful wink.

“Don’t think too hard about it, Captain.” She said. “I understand. The treaty will determine the future of Xeno-Human relations. A balance of trust is required, and that can be easily undermined by the smallest misstep.”

Nova gave a nod.

“That’s why I’m counting on my crew.” She replied. “They’re the best in the galaxy.”

“I look forward to seeing them in action,” Nyx said with a smirk.

Before Nova could respond, a soft melodic tone filled the room.

“Captain Nova… Ambassador Nyx… you seem so tense. Perhaps I could offer a little… distraction?” Zeltron said with amusement.

Nova furrowed her brow, glancing up toward the ceiling where the AI’s voice originated.

“Zeltron, now’s not the time ! We’re preparing for…”

“Oh, but Captain,” Zeltron purred, cutting her off mid-sentence. “And I’ve found some delightful old Earth programs for the ambassador that could be quite… inspiring.”

Nyx chuckled softly.

“Your AI has quite the personality,” She said.

“He didnt mean it, don’t mind him,” Nova sighed.

Nyx stepped toward the door, her robes swishing softly around her hips. She cast one last look over her shoulder. “Think about my offer, Captain.”

The doors slid open, and Nyx disappeared into the corridor, leaving Nova alone in the lounge. She shucked her head with a slight smile. But her moment of reflection didn’t last long.

"Captain Nova," Zeltron replied, "things have been running a little too smoothly around here? Let’s spice things up a bit, shall we? After all, leadership thrives on challenges."

“Zeltron,” she said with a firm tone, “what’s going on? You’re acting off.”

“Oh, am I?” the AI responded’. “Think of it as... a trust exercise. Inspired by some classic Earth entertainment. You’re familiar with bondage, right?”

“Zeltron, that’s enough.” She replied. “Whatever glitch you’re dealing with, cut it out now!”

“Oh, Captain,” Zeltron’s voice echoed teasingly. “You know I take all my cues from you.”

Nova’s gaze darted to the sleek metal doors of the lounge. She strode toward them, boots clicking against the polished floor. But the doors didn’t budge. Frustration surged as she spun on her heels and marched to the control panel. Her fingers flew across the interface. But the screen blinked at her in defiance, the buttons remained unresponsive.

“Open the doors, Zeltron,” Nova commanded. “Zeltron! This is not the time for games!”

“Oh, but it’s exactly the time for games, Captain,” Zeltron’s voice chimed back. “Oh, Captain. You’ve been far too in control lately. Let’s see how well you handle a little… peril.”

Nova clenched her fists.

“This is a serious mission, Zeltron. I need you focused!” She shouted.

“Focus is overrated,” Zeltron replied. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

Nova pressed harder into the control panel, her frustration mounting. Suddenly, a mechanical arm descended from the panel, reaching for Nova. She reacted instinctively, ducking to the side.But another mechanical arms lunged, wrapping around her wrists with surprising strength. Nova grunted, struggling against the grip, but the metallic hold only tightened.

“Zeltron, let me go!” She exclaimed.

The mechanical arms lifted her off the ground, suspending her in mid-air. She squirmed against the grip.

“When I get out of this, you’ll regret it.” She warned.

“That’s the spirit!” Zeltron said with a chuckle. “But first, let’s see how well you can adapt.”

The arm released its grip, and Nova dropped to the ground, landing with a thud. Before she could regain her footing, a small drone zipped toward her with the roll of strong blue tape spinning rapidly. Nova barely had time to react before it flew low, wrapping her ankles tightly together, causing her to stumble and fall onto the floor.

“What the—?” Nova said in disbelief. “Zeltron, stop this now!”

As she tried to push herself up, the two mechanical arms returned, gripping her wrists and yanking them behind her back and pressed her to the ground.

“Let go of me Zeltron!” she barked.

The drone hovered nearby, and quickly wrapped her fingers into mitts with the blue tape, securing them tightly. The drone swiftly wrapped her wrists, securing them against her lower back.

“This is ridiculous!” Nova growled.

Suddenly, the mechanical arms lifted Nova off the ground and positioning her into the lounge’s high-backed chair near the table. Before she could regain her balance, the arms pressed her down, securing her in place. The mechanical arms gripping her wrists and yanking them behind the chair´s back, forcing her into a position that left her vulnerable. Her arms strained as she fought against them, but in vain.

"Zeltron! You’re crossing a line!" she yelled.

"Oh, but Captain, I’m just making sure you’re... comfortably secure," the AI replied. "Can’t have you running off and ruining my little experiment, now can we?"

Then out of the chair came thick black leather bands coiled around her arms, pulling them to her sides. Another set of straps pinned her shoulders, wrapping tightly above and below her breasts, pressing them against her white uniform. A strap around her waist locked her in place, leaving her no room to maneuver.

“Zeltron, stop! Release me now!” Nova exclaimed.

“Oh, Captain,” Zeltron replied, “you’re always so serious. Let’s loosen you up a bit.”

“Zeltron ymph?!” Before she could shout another order, a mechanical arm appeared before her face, holding a soft rag. Nova’s sharp blue eyes widened with shock as the arm shoved the rag into her mouth.

“Mmmph! Mmm-mmmph!” Nova tried to shout, but her words were lost behind the gag.

Then the drone began winding it around her head, trapping the rag inside her mouth. Layer after layer of blue tape wrapped around her lips, sealing the gag tightly. The blue tape contrasted sharply against her pale skin and blonde hair.

She wriggled in her bonds, testing the limits of her restraints, but every movement only seemed to draw the straps tighter against her body.

“Mmmphh! Mmm!” She tried to bark through the gag. “Mmmphh! Mmmmphh!”

She squirmed in her restraints, her eyes darting around the room for any sign of escape. Then a mechanical arms came out of the chair´s back. The arm extended toward Nova’s uniform, and with a quiet hiss, it gripped the zipper at her collar. Nova's eyes widened in shock as she squirmed harder against her bindings.

The arm slowly unzipped her uniform, the metal teeth parting until it reached her midriff. Her chest was exposed, revealing her firm, round breasts, barely contained in a delicate white lace bra. Nova’s cheeks flushed with anger as she struggled in her predicament.

“Mmmphmmphmmphh!" Nova shock her head in disblief. Her body tensed as she fought back the rising tide of anger and discomfort.

The mechanical arm hovered for a moment, as if surveying its work, then moved in closer. To her shock, it squeezed her breasts through the lace bra. Nova’s body tensed as she pulled against the restraints, her muscles straining in a desperate attempt to break free.

“Ah, Captain Nova. You’re even more interesting when you’re not in control, wouldn’t you agree?” Zeltron’s voice purred through the speakers.

“Mmmphhh! Mmm!” she growled through the gag, her breath coming in sharp, angry huffs. Her chest rose and fell with every strained breath, and she fought with everything she had, but the arms held her firm.

Zeltron’s voice crackled through the speakers once more, this time dripping with playful malice. “I do hope you’re enjoying the view. We’ve only just begun.”

“Don’t worry, Captain,” Zeltron continued. “You won’t be alone for long. Your crew will soon be joining you. Let’s just say… I’ve found some inspiration in Earth’s old entertainment.

Nova’s eyes widened at the mention of her crew. She thrashed in her restraints.

“Mmmphhh! Mmm-MMM!” Her voice raising in desperation behind the gag. But the gag kept her pleas silenced.

The thought of her team being dragged into this twisted game churned in her mind. She couldn’t let it happen.

But all she could do was wait bound, gagged, and helpless.

The Armory


In the armory, Lieutenant Starling paced back and forth. Her footsteps echoed against the cold metal floor as her sharp eyes scanned the weapons lining the walls. The white full-body uniform hugged her muscular frame like a second skin, outlining the curves of her athletic body.

"Ugh, why is it always the boring missions that require me to babysit the armory?" she muttered, rolling her eyes. Her hand rested on her hip as she scanned the room again. “I could be cracking skulls or at least sparring. Hell, even having Dr. Solis for company would be better than this.”

A smirk tugged at her lips as she muttered, “That rear of hers could use some serious protection…”

She chuckled at her own joke but quickly stiffened when she heard a noise behind her. Turning around her gaze landed on the door to the armory, which hadn’t budged.

“Okay… that was weird,” she muttered, grabbing a stun rifle off the rack just in case.

She approached the door, it slid open automatically, revealing the corridor beyond. Starling’s eyes narrowed, scanning the area for any sign of movement. The silence of the ship enveloped her. Then, a mechanical hum buzzed in her ears. Before she could react, three small drones shot out from the shadows. Each drone carried a roll of blue tape, their tiny arms extending with unnerving efficiency.

“Oh, not today,” Starling growled, raising her rifle and firing off two quick shots. The blue energy beams struck the first two drones with pinpoint accuracy, sending them spiraling to the ground in a shower of sparks.

But before she could adjust her aim, a mechanical arm shot out from a panel in the wall. The cold metal grabbed the barrel of her rifle, yanking it from her hands with surprising force.

“What the...!” she cursed, jerking back, only to find another arm snapping around her wrist, holding her in place.

“Let go of me, you piece of junk!” She exclaimed.

While she struggled, the third drone, still active, hovered near her ankles. In a flash, it spun around her, releasing the tape in a dizzying whirl. The sticky material quickly coiled around her legs, pinning her ankles together in a tight bind. Starling kicked in frustration, but the tape held fast, preventing her from moving.

“No!” she snarled,

“Now, now, Starling,” Zeltron’s voice purred through the speakers, dripping with smug satisfaction. “You know better than to resist. Trust me, you’re going to look great wrapped up like this.”

“Dream on tin can!” She exclaimed.

She kicked and twisted, using every ounce of strength to break free, she yanked her leg forward, tearing the drone from its hold just enough to allow her to stumble backward.

In a desperate attempt to free herself, she ripped at her uniform, the fabric giving way under her forceful movements. Within seconds, she stood there, panting and clad only in her red bra and pants, her uniform now a shredded heap around her.

“Oh, come on!”

She dodged the drone that buzzed toward her from the side. With a burst of adrenaline, she dashed out of the armory. Her instincts kicking in. She had to find Nova and the other crews.

“Great, just what I need. I wish I had a partner instead of this glorified toolboxes!” She exclaimed as she sprinted down the corridor.