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Space Navy Spy Captured, Raped and Tortured
by Daydreamer New (no address provided)
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Cute spy is captured aboard a vessel she arranged to
have hijacked, but the space pirates ignore her pleas
that she's on their side and use her for very rough
entertainment. (MMF, nc, rp, tor, v, anal, alien, sci-
fi)
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Commander Talley had suspected something was up ever
since he'd taken command of transport 6S-8, a 1,000
meter jury built spacecraft that only saw service due to
the desperate shortage of fleet supply ships. His
suspicions began even before taking command which was
necessary due to the suspicious death of her previous
captain. Now, he found evidence that they'd been
followed for at least a week before the previous
captain's death and none of the crew had noticed it
before.
Much of his attention was focused on his executive
officer, Huntley. Huntley, a reserve fleet officer, was
too sloppy to have attained the position he was in. He
must have had inside help to advance this far so
quickly.
Talley's speculation was soon rendered moot. He was
awoken by the piercing scream of the alarm klaxon
signaling they were under attack. Running to the bridge
half dressed, he was startled to hear "abandon ship"
being announced over the ship's intercom. Trying to
direct panic stricken crew members back to their
stations, he finally made it to the bridge which was
only occupied by Officer Janet Dermon, the medical
officer.
"Dermon, what's the meaning of this? Who gave the order
to abandon ship?!" he roared.
"I did. We have no chance against the Synod raider
closing on us."
"We're not abandoning this ship without a fight," he
said with determination, crossing the bridge to cancel
the abandon ship order and lock down the lifecraft
station.
"No, no you won't" Dermon said, jamming a hypodermic
needle into the captain's neck. Wide-eyed with surprise,
Talley suddenly found himself unable to speak as he sank
to the deck. He was dead in moments.
Dermon took one look around the bridge, her work here
done. As an agent of the Synod, her mission had been to
aid the Synod raider into taking this vessel full of
critical supplies and equipment.
She now headed to the lifecraft deck to evacuate,
knowing that the raiders would ignore the fleeing
lifecraft to enable to continue her mission on another
vessel. As she reached the lifecraft deck she heard the
telltale thumps of the craft firing off. To her horror,
she realized that the last one had just departed,
leaving her stranded.
Evacuating was one thing. Anyone who remained on board
was assumed to be resisting and was dealt mercilessly by
the raiders who were usually incredibly cruel
mercenaries hired for the job. Her first thought was to
identify herself as a Synod agent, then thought better
of the idea. Instead, she decided to hide until the
vessel was brought to a regular Synod base where she'd
have much better odds at not being killed, or worse
being discovered and passed among the raiders for their
pleasure before being killed.
On board the raider mother ship, a particularly tough
raider named Ellis was getting his men together. Badly
scarred with one eye missing and much of the rest of his
face poor artificial replacements, he was typical of the
crew which he commanded only by ruthlessness and the
promise of plunder.
Ellis quickly loaded his troops into the assault boat
through a combination of threats, force and promise of
reward. They covered the distance to the transport fast
and were soon latched into their docking bay. Not taking
any chances, they fanned out, weapons at the ready.
Dermon had meanwhile taken an elevator down to the main
hold, where she found a shipment of military latrines.
"The perfect hiding place," she thought to herself.
Unfortunately, she'd walked through a small puddle of
grease left by the crew, courtesy of the carelessness
she'd infected the crew with. Her footprints left a
clear path to her perfect hiding place.
The first sign of trouble was when Bushnell entered a
passage and fell into the trash conveyor. Before he
could recover he was pulled into the grinder and died a
quick but horrible death. Ellis fired into the grinder
too late, then backed out. Suspecting that this was a
trap set up by a remaining crew member, he cautiously
looked for signs of trouble. It didn't take him long to
find the tracks left by Dermon.
He'd soon followed her path to the cargo hold. Seeing
the hiding place he figured this was probably a crew
member who wasn't resisting but just trying to hide. He
knocked on the door and said, "Hey, its all clear."
Inside, Dermon grasped the scalpel. The voice wasn't one
of the crew, so it must be a raider. And, since the
voice was calm and steady it must have been a Synod
agent on board looking for her.
Still, she stayed still and quiet.
Tiring, Ellis knew the tricks. "I hear someone coming,"
he said urgently. Without thinking, Dermon opened the
door and said, "Quick, in here."
Before she could respond, Ellis was inside. Covering her
mouth with one hand and threatening her throat with a
large, wicked knife, he told the frightened, sweating
officer he'd kill her if she made a sound.
Then he looked more closely at his capture. Slim, middle
aged, with long hair tied in a ponytail, she was quite a
catch. He reached down and ripped open her tunic.
Janet's eyes opened wide in terror.
She tried to tell him who she was, but his hand clamped
her mouth tightly as his other hand roughly pulled up
her bra. "Damn, little titties," he thought to himself.
"Fuck it, she's got at least three holes to poke. Might
as well start now."
He threw the Fleet officer/Synod agent against the wall,
stunning her. Before she could fall he reached for her
trousers and pulled them down her legs. Still dazed,
Janet grasped the waistband of her panties that had been
partially pulled down, revealing the crack of her
shapely behind. "I'm a Synod agent!" she hollered.
"Sure you are, darlin', and I'm the head of the Synod.
Lucky I got here in time," he said cruelly, as he yanked
her white bikini panties down her thighs.
Hobbled by her pants and underwear, and still stunned,
Janet offered slow resistance as the pirate opened his
fly, bent her over against the wall and rammed his cock
into her dry vagina.
Janet screamed at the sudden violation, feeling his
raping member split her open and penetrate into her
body. "I'm an agent, I set this up, STOOOOPPPPP!" she
screamed.
Her screams attracted the rest of the team, who had
already made their halfhearted and sloppy sweep of the
transport. The first one rounded the corner and said,
"Shit Ellis, you ain't sharin'."
Within moments the rest of the crew arrived.
Panting, Ellis said, "Damnit, OK, let's do this right.
Grab the bitch and we'll take her up to the mess." He
abruptly pulled out of Janet grabbing her arm dragged
her to the elevator. Several of the crew jammed inside,
hands pawing at the helpless female as she continued to
plea that she was a Synod agent. Of course they'd heard
that before too.
Before long they'd tied her to the table, hands together
above her head so they could rotate her. Parsons pulled
her pants and panties off the rest of the way, leaving
her naked from the waist down except for her shipboard
boots. Her blond pubic hair and plump labia were
prominently displayed between her widespread thighs. The
raiders ripped open her tunic pushed her bra up around
her neck, revealing her small breasts topped by large
pale pink areoles and nipples.
Three of the pirates were collectors and fully
appreciated what she had to offer.
Still screaming about being a Synod agent, Ellis simply
shoved her panties in her mouth, got between her legs
and thrust roughly into her to continue his rape. The
rest of the crew stripped down, ready to join the fun.
Ellis stiffened and shot a load of sperm deep into the
struggling officer. Getting up, he was quickly replaced
by Parsons.
Dermon struggled and tried to scream, her worst
nightmares come true. This wasn't supposed to happen.
The worst she really expected was to be captured by the
Fleet and executed. The pirate on her now was really
pounding her, punching deep into her most private and
now violated part. Worse was to come...
Parsons grunted and came inside her, then pulled out,
leaving a trail of fluid dribbling out of her violated
sex. Next was the Thalgud, who wasted no time in
flipping her over to reveal the smooth white globes of
her buttocks. Face down, Janet was sure she knew what
was coming next and redoubled her struggle. It was no
use. The Thalgud spread her cheeks and jammed his golden
fluid slicked erection into her tiny pink anus.
Janet screamed so hard her panties came out of her
mouth. "Shut her up," Ellis said, and Thompson responded
by jamming his cock into her wide open mouth. Janet
continued to scream as her sphincter muscle lost the
battle to deny entrance to the sodomy and the Thalgud's
huge cock slid into her rectum.
After an hour every pirate had raped every one of
Dermon's orifices at least once. The finale was when her
mouth, anus and vagina were all simultaneously raped,
filling the agent with raping cocks.
Their sexual lusts satisfied, their cruel lusts were
next. Still face down, Parsons brought his wide military
belt down on her pale quivering buttocks with a
vicarious lash, the loud slap followed by an even louder
shriek from their captive. He continued his lashing as
Thompson pulled up the remnants of her tunic and
strapped her bare back. Soon her back from calves to
back was a mass of angry red welts and bruises, some
bleeding.
"Hey, I got an idea. Spread her legs," said Parsons.
While Ellis and the Thalgud spread her legs, Parsons set
his blaster to low stun and aimed at her still wide open
and angry red anus. Sliding the blaster easily in
because of the all the cum still dribbling out, he
shoved six inches in before pulling the trigger.
Dermon nearly leapt off the table, her eyes bugged out
and her mouth open in a silent scream that finally
sounded out. Parsons pulled his blaster out just in time
as a stream of excrement shot out of Janet's abused anus
while she quivered and thrashed uncontrollably.
"Great idea," Ellis snarled. "Now fucking clean it up!"
"Damn!" Parsons grabbed a hose from the galley. Within
minutes he was blasting the shit off the table and
against the wall, and hosing off the still quivering
woman.
"Hey, let's try her pussy," said Thompson. In no time at
all he jammed his blaster several inches into her vagina
and pulled the trigger. New screams and thrashings
followed, much to the sadistic delight of the pirates.
The torture continued for hours, becoming more and more
sadistic.
By the time it reached the cutting stage Janet was near
catatonic, barely able to feel or respond to the abuse.
It was time for the collectors.
Pulling out his fighting knife, Parson quickly cut off
her abused and now angry red aureoles and nipples. He'd
preserve these in a very thin coating of plastic so
they'd maintain their feel and flexibility. These were
the 17th pair he'd collected.
Also using a very sharp knife, Thompson scalped her
pubic hair. He'd dry it to preserve it, stringing it
along with the others he had hanging in his cabin. An
older hand, this was the 53rd patch he'd collected. His
goal was to collect enough to make a coat.
Finally, Ellis, the cruelest of the bunch, pulled out a
special laser scalpel. With finely honed skill he sliced
off his victim's clitoris, labia and vulva in one piece.
Preserved the same way Parsons would preserve her
aureoles, this was the 112th prize he'd collected.
Dermon lay on the table, battered and bleeding
externally and internally. "Well, guess she's used up.
Just one thing left - bet 50 credits I can shove that
conduit through her pussy faster than you can shove one
through her ass," Thompson told Parson. "You're on."
The pirates walked away from the room a few minutes
later, joking and laughing. Thompson paid Parson the 50
credits. On the table lay Janet Dermon, skewered from
ruined anus and vagina through to her mouth. They'd
space the body and clean up before they got back to the
Synod port, explaining as usual that some of the crew
had unwisely put up a fight.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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