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From: france@france.net (Voltaire)
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Subject: A Slave In Space (mf, rape, violence)
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~Subject: STORY: Slave in Space 1-4/4 (mf rape/violence)
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* * * * * * * *
A story by: Kinara in Thorns
This story is about a young female soldier who is captured by the
enemy and raped and tortured. It is in four parts.
* * * * * * * *
A SLAVE IN SPACE
"WAR IS HELL" were the words running through Specialist Mara
Gurn's mind before her head impacted with the tree and all faded
away. When she awoke with an ache the size of a planet beneath her
skull, she wasn't at all surprised to find herself a chained
prisoner in the alien camp. She smiled bitterly to herself.
Aliens... But they weren't really aliens. She and the enemy
shared the same biological and evolutionary background. They were
both humans. It's just that THEY had left the Earth a long time
ago and had only now returned to fight for it. And THEY were
barbarians who had somehow slipped backwards while her race moved
onwards towards a more civil and peaceful way of life. Her
people's civility was their downfall in this war.
Mara's thoughts were interrupted by the approach of a couple
soldiers, both men. The aliens didn't let their women fight. In
fact, they didn't let their women do much of anything. Mara looked
silently up at them and waited.
"Well lookum here" the blonde soldier said to his companion.
"She pretty, nah?" He spoke in a strange accent unlike anything
Mara had heard before. The other soldier grinned at her and spat
at the ground.
"Mebbe we take her to interrogate, nah?"
Mara looked away from the leering soldiers and began to feel the
sickness in the pit of her stomach. Her adrenaline pill was
wearing off. She began to recall the stories she'd heard about the
things the aliens did to their prisoners of war. The men, they
tortured for information and then killed, but the women were
tortured and kept as sex slaves for the soldiers. After the war,
they would be sent to DESECRT, the alien home world, to become
slaves to the general public. Mara shuddered at the thought and
probed her teeth with her tongue for the death capsule. One quick
bite and she would die in five minutes.
It was not there.
Mara ran her tongue against her back teeth again, yearning to
feel the smooth surface of the capsule...her only way out. It
still was not there.
The soldiers burst out laughing.
"We wised to your suicide trick, bochi" the blonde told her.
Mara grimaced at the term "bochi." It was usually translated as
"slut", but Mara knew that a more proper translation was "woman who
is mine."
The two soldiers hoisted Mara up by her armpits and dragged her
away towards a transport ship. She closed her eyes against the
throbbing pain in her head and did something she hadn't done since
she was a little girl. Mara prayed...
Several hours later, Mara found herself deep within the steel
belly of an alien ship, high above her planet. Despite her pain,
the fear, and the ache of hunger in her stomach, Mara wondered that
the aliens still had the technology for such a ship. She was lead
through the silver corridors by the two soldiers and subjected to
curious glances by some of the younger men who had probably never
seen a female fighter before. Before long, she was propelled into
a large room that was designed to look like a torture chamber from
an old pornographic film.
The walls were made of stone, or some stone substitute, instead
of the silver metal, and had chains and manacles hanging from metal
loops embedded in them. Various strange and frightening pieces of
torture machinery littered the floor, which was damp and red. Mara
looked closely with a sickened realization that the floor was moist
with blood.
At the far corner of the room were a couple men dressed in loose
flowing black robes. They were interrogating a young boy, perhaps
only sixteen years old. The boy was suspended from the ceiling,
hanging by his ankles. His lithe wiry naked body was covered with
huge ugly purple bruises.
The interrogators looked up at the soldiers with Mara when they
entered.
"Ahhh..." one of the interrogators murmured as he came over to
inspect. He took hold of Mara's chin in his hand and peered into
her eyes. "Good flesh...Strip her and latch her to the wall. She
will watch as we finish with the boy."
The soldiers complied by freeing Mara's wrists and ankles, then
they roughly tore her uniform off her body until she stood there
completely naked. The blonde grinned at her discomfort, and as he
pushed her back against the wall, he rubbed his crotch against hers
so she could feel his stiff erection through his pants. He lifted
her arms up and chained her wrists to the wall, then pulled her
legs apart and chained her ankles as well. He paused long enough
to grab a handful of her pubic hair and pull. Mara gasped in
surprised pain.
"My name is Karl" he whispered in her ear. "Don forget me for I
will use you soon, bochi." Then the two soldiers saluted and
briskly walked out of the room leaving Mara to await her fate.
The interrogators turned back to the young boy.
"Are you ready to talk yet?" the one who had touched Mara
earlier, asked.
The boy shook his head, "I'm only a foot soldier, sir! I know
nothing of any importance." His voice was close to breaking.
The interrogator took a leather strop and brought it down
between the boy's open thighs. He screamed a high wailing sound
that ended in a pained gasp.
"Please..." the boy's body shook in spasms. The leather strop
was used again, and this time the kid fainted.
"Cut him down" the one interrogator said to the other. The boy
was lowered and released. The interrogator lifted his limp body
and shackled it into place along the wall.
Then he turned to Mara. . .
* * * * * * * *
part 2
"Now, my beauty..." he drawled, moving close to where she stood
chained. He brought a leather whip with him. "Perhaps you could
scream for us?"
Mara glared at the interrogator and looked away. The
interrogator holding the whip, reached out and snaked his hand
around Mara's thick short hair.
"Call me, master." he commanded her.
Mara laughed and tried to spit in his face, but her mouth was
too dry. The interrogator grinned and let go of her hair. Then he
raised the short whip up and brought it down over her breasts with
a resounding whap.
Mara's body jerked with the pain, but she bit her tongue and did
not cry out. She looked down and saw the red welts forming over
her chest. The interrogator brought the whip down again...and
again, watching as Mara's beautiful body thrashed against the
straining ropes that bound her. Still she did not cry out.
"She is stubborn, this one..." the interrogator said to the
other beside him.
"Yah" he answered, the opening in his robe showing his fully
extended penis. His eyes never left Mara's body. It had been a
while since they had received any women prisoners.
"She will break before we let her go." the interrogator said,
then returned to face Mara. "Bochi, it will go easier on you if
you do not resist. I tell you now, you never will see your home
again. After we have broken you, you will be initiated as a slave
and branded. Then the soldiers are chosen by lottery and you will
service them one after the other. After we win this war, you will
come home with us and join a slave club to service whomever wishes
to pay..." he trailed off and began to whip her again, great
stinging blows all over her body. He attacked between her open
legs with such ferocity, Mara finally opened her mouth and howled
with the pain. Still the interrogator did not stop. He continued
to whip her jiggling breasts and her flat stomach, watching as the
tears began to flow down her lovely face. He whipped her until
finally the pain and exhaustion were too much, and Mara slipped
into the comforting dark.
"Unshackle her and bring her to XB50." the interrogator told the
other. He wiped the sweat off his face and watched as Mara's limp
body was carried to the machine and strapped in. When she awoke,
the fun would begin.
Mara awoke to a cacophony of pain, from the steady drumming in
her head to the high pitched wailing of her wounds. She found
herself lying on her naked stomach on a slab of cold metal. Her
arms and legs dangled off the sides of the slab, and were strapped
to the floor. Her head was leaning off the front of the slab in a
very uncomfortable position. She strained her neck up to see what
was going on around her.
The interrogator nudged the other. "She is aware again."
Mara saw that they had tied the kid in a standing position with
his arms above his head and his crotch only inches away from her
face. The interrogator came around and spoke:
"Excite the boy with your mouth and get him hard." he told her.
Then he pulled up Mara's head and shoved the kid so his limp and
bruised member mashed against Mara's lips. Mara did not move.
"Do it or we will cut it off him and make you eat it." the
interrogator warned. Mara knew it was not an idle threat. She
slowly opened her mouth and took the boy's cock into it, careful
not to hurt him. Then she began to run her tongue around it very
gently, working up enough saliva to not be abrasive. The boy did
not respond to her gentle caresses, but whimpered in fear instead.
The interrogator cursed and pulled the boy away from Mara. She
laid her head back down to rest, but brought it back up when the
kid started to scream. At first Mara thought they were castrating
the poor kid, but when they moved out of the way and brought him
back to place, she saw that they had inserted a tube up his cock so
that it now stood almost erect. Again his cock was pushed into
Mara's face, and again she began to suck it, feeling him tremble
between her lips.
Mara was not aware of what the interrogator behind her was doing
until she felt cold metal nestle against the sphincter of her
exposed anus. She jumped with shock at the touch, but with the
boy's cock in her mouth, she could not turn her head to look.
The interrogator positioned the head of the metal penis over
Mara's anus, so that when he flipped the switch, it would plunge
into her ass at the right entrance. He liked this torture machine
the best because you could heat up the metal penis so that it
glowed red. He had killed many enemy soldiers with it, searing
their inner bowels and watching them writhe with agony. With Mara,
however, the machine would not be set to be lethal. It would just
plunge in and out of her ass hole, a mechanical sodomy act, causing
her great discomfort, and him pleasure at seeing her raped in this
fashion. With one flick, he turned the machine on...
* * * * * * * *
part 3
Mara screamed as the metal penis took the first plunge into her
unlubricated ass, tearing the delicate skin of her sphincter. Her
teeth clamped down on the boy's cock, forcing an agonized howl from
his lungs. The metal penis withdrew slowly, then plunged in again,
causing Mara to scream once more. Her mouth was now free of the
boy's cock, for his jerking had propelled him backwards. Blood
dripped off the end of his penis where Mara had inadvertently
bitten him. It was not a deep bite, but it was painful, and the
boy's agonized howls joined Mara's high pitched screams of pain.
It was a bitter duet they sang.
After several more plunges of the metal penis, the intense pain
in Mara's ass subsided to a dull throbbing and her screams faded
into low grunts and pants. The boy had fainted once more, sparing
him his own suffering. The interrogator watched Mara's face as it
winced with each new plunge, and felt his own cock burning within
the folds of his robe, aching to be touched. He turned the
monstrous machine off, untied Mara, and pulled her up to her feet.
The pain was so great, she promptly fell to the floor and lay there
sobbing.
"I cannot wait any longer." the interrogator told the other, and
he slipped the robe off his muscular body. Then he knelt on the
floor beside Mara, and turned her over onto her back. He pulled
her legs apart and crawled between them. Mara had no strength in
her to resist him as he pushed himself on top of her, and expertly
guided his hard cock into her cunt. He started thrusting in and
out with long deep strokes, keeping her arms pinned above her head.
His mouth found her breasts and he bit her nipple, tasting the
drying blood on her salty skin. She tried to struggle a little,
but to no avail. The interrogator viciously raped her on the
floor, and there was nothing she could do, but lie there.
After the interrogator had spent himself, he stood up and put
the robe back on. Then he hauled Mara up to her knees.
"Now you will take my companions cock into your mouth and suck."
he told her. "If you bite him, I will make you suck the metal
penis...while it is red hot."
Mara did not need to be told twice. When the second
interrogator came forward with his ripened cock, she immediately
opened her mouth and took it in. He grabbed hold of her head and
started to pump it down her throat. He was fucking her face now,
thrusting his member in until his balls hit her chin. She gagged
but managed not to nick him with her teeth. In and out went his
furious thrusting, and then without warning, he shot his load down
her throat. Then he pulled out of her mouth and spurted all over
her face with the last of his sticky cum. Carefully, he took his
cock with his hand, and wiped the drops of cum off onto Mara's
hair. The two interrogators laughed and Mara slumped back down to
the ground, exhausted.
When Mara awoke again, she found herself suspended from the
ceiling, by both her arms and legs with her back up and stomach
down. She looked around and saw that there was another woman
shackled to the wall. The interrogators were not in the room, and
the boy was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey..." Mara called out softly to the other woman.
The woman looked up at Mara with eyes like dead fish. Then she
looked down at her feet again. Mara squirmed in her bonds, every
muscled in her body a mass of burning nerves. She tried again:
"Did they just catch you?" she asked the woman.
After what seemed an eon, the woman looked back up and spoke:
"They are going to kill me." she said in a hollow voice. Mara
realized she had the same accent as the two soldiers who had
brought her up.
"Are you from Earth?" Mara asked softly. The woman shook her
head.
" I am Desecrtan. You are the mutation woman from Earth?"
Mara almost laughed. "The mutation woman?"
"Yes. Half woman, half man." the woman replied in her strange
lilt.
"No," Mara replied. "I am fully female."
The alien woman looked at her as if she didn't believe it. Mara
felt sorry for the poor creature who had been raised to believe she
was inferior...the pet of a barbaric beast who could kill her if it
turned him on.
"Why would they kill you?" Mara asked suddenly.
The woman shook her head numbly, "My husband ordered me to hide
in a sack so I would be brought aboard. Then I stayed with him in
his quarters until they found me."
"What are they going to do to your husband?" Mara asked. She
realized that she was not being very empathic, but the pain
thrumming throughout her body hardened her emotions.
"He will be assigned to extra duty for a month." the woman
replied casually. There was no anger in her tone.
"Extra duty?" Mara said incredulously. "What if you had
disobeyed him and not come?"
"He would have had me flogged to death at home." she replied
with that same unfeeling.
Mara was silent though her eyes clouded over. She was about to
speak when a couple interrogators walked in. They were not the
same ones from before, Mara saw. One of them was older and bald.
The other had long dark black hair. The alien woman froze and
turned pale when she saw the two men come in. They walked to her.
"Keena." the bald man said, almost tenderly as he caressed her
hair. "I have bad news for you." He smirked at her.
"Have mercy, Highmost..." Keena trembled, her paleness seemed to
grow. "Will I die?"
The two interrogators laughed. The black haired one spoke:
"No, Keena. You will be as the Earth women to our
soldiers...you will service them as she will."
Keena closed her eyes and sighed in relief. Then the
interrogator spoke again, "But first you shall be punished..."
The two men unshackled Keena and led her docily to a device that
was very similar to the old stocks in American colonial days. Mara
knew of such devices, for she used to teach history to the children
before the war. The bald man fit Keena's head over a dip in the
metal plank that would hold her neck in place when the other half
was closed over it. The low position of her head in the stocks
made her hunch, bent over. Her arms were clamped down in two holes
over her head. Her legs were spread apart and ankles locked to the
ground. Mara was able to see the back of the unfortunate woman,
but not her face.
"First you will be whipped..." the bald interrogator was saying.
He pulled a leather crop down from the wall. "You must count the
times I whip you outloud." He brought the crop down hard across
Keena's pale ass.
"One!" she yelped. An angry red welt rose across both cheeks.
The interrogator hit her again.
"Two!" she cried out. "Three! Four! Five!"
The bald man was lashing out furiously now, covering her ass
with welts as the girl sobbed the numbers of times she felt the
blows. Her body twitched with each lash.
Keena's ass started bleeding around number 20, and her voice was
high and hysterical, "Twenty-one! Twenty-two!..."
The bald man stopped at fifty lashes, and Keena's legs and back
trembled violently. The blood dripped down her thin thighs and
onto the floor. Mara snorted in disgust from where she hung. So
far the interrogators had ignored her, but now the bald headed one
walked up to her. He was still holding the crop.
"You will have your turn soon, little girl." he said mockingly.
Then he took the bloody crop and slowly wiped it across Mara's
lips, smearing them in the alien woman's warm blood. She gagged
and spat. Both interrogators laughed again. The bald one walked
back to Keena.
"Keena, are you ready for your punishment?" he asked her. The
girl could just moan in pain. Mara watched as the black haired man
positioned himself in the front of Keena's face. The bald man
opened the front of his robe and placed the tip of his engorged
cock against her asshole. He nodded to his companion and plunged
into her.
Keena screamed an inhuman scream. Her entire body thrashed in
spasms causing the stocks to shake. The bald man whooped and
continued pumping into her ass as her body bucked and writhed.
Mara, shaken by the wailing shrieks, cringed where she hung.
Surely the girl couldn't be in that much pain? She watched the
black haired man but couldn't tell what he was doing. His arms
jerked up and down, but his hands were out of sight. Mara realized
he must be doing something to Keena's face...
When the horrible screams stopped and Keena's body slumped down,
Mara thought they had killed her after all. The bald man had cum
all over her back, and was now wiping himself off. Then the bald
haired man, released the unconscious girl and picked her up. Mara
saw bright red blisters across the girl's face and realized they
must have burnt her skin. She turned away and retched.
* * * * * * * *
part 4
"What's za matter?" came a voice close to her ear. Mara turned
and saw that the black haired man was standing next to her. He
held a crop in his hand and was slowly running his fingers up and
down it's length. Mara said nothing.
The interrogator smiled, then like a striking snake, he moved
and Mara felt the stinging blow of the crop across her face. She
yelped.
"When I ask you, you answer me, yah?" the interrogator said,
still smiling. Mara nodded her head miserably and said yes. Her
face burned white hot.
"Whas your name?" he asked.
"Mara" she replied softly.
The interrogator reached under her and grabbed hold of a
dangling breast. He felt for the nipple and twisted it in his
fingers. Mara whimpered.
"Mara...nice name." he said thoughtfully. Then he moved behind
her so she couldn't see what he was doing. She felt the end of the
crop slide between the crack in her ass. Then it pulled out and
she found herself being lowered to the floor. The interrogator
unshackled her wrists and ankles, and pulled her up to her feet.
"Get on you hands and knees." he ordered. Mara lowered herself.
The interrogator opened his robe and shoved his enormous blood
engorged cock at her face. "Suck it."
Mara licked the head of the cock with her tongue, letting it
roll around and around. Then she opened her mouth and took it in.
The interrogator pushed deep into her throat, hugging her head to
his crotch. Then he let go and pulled all the way out. He hit
Mara across the mouth with his fist and she fell back to the ground
with a pained look.
"You crawl behind me." he ordered and started to walk. Mara
followed him on her hands and knees, feeling her lip swell up. She
stopped when he did, and stood up when he ordered her to. He made
her bend over a table, then strapped her head and back down. Her
arms he tied behind her back. Then he spread her legs a bit and
went away.
Mara wasn't sure for how long she was strapped in that
uncomfortable position. Then she heard them come in.
"Ah, I think our darling Earth girl is ready." came a voice.
Mara tried to turn her head to look, but it was too
uncomfortable. The four men surrounded her. One of them held two
metal poles with strangely shaped metal figures on the end.
"Listen, Bochi, I want you to scream real loud."
Mara shuddered at his words, and at his touch on her sore ass
cheeks. She looked up to see one of them heating the ends of the
two metal poles, and a great feeling of dread grew in the pit of
her stomach. They were cattle brands. They were going to burn
her, brand her. She closed her eyes and felt sick.
The feel of a cock thrust into her face made her open her eyes
again. The cock was shoved past her dry lips and into her mouth.
Mara let it pump in and out without doing much. She felt resigned
to her fate. The man fucking her face finally came down her throat
and pulled out. Mara swallowed.
"She's no fun anymore, eh?" he said to the others.
"This'll make her jump." said the man with the red hot brands.
He moved behind her, and she winced, ready for the pain.
When it came, it was much worse than she expected. The brands
sizzled against her ass cheeks, and Mara screamed, her entire body
tense. Through her screams, she could smell her flesh burning as
the pain consumed her whole body in a blind searing. She was dimly
aware of a cock thrust up her ass, but it was irrelevant against
the hotness deep inside her. Her body rocked back and forth,
uncontrollably, and her stark eyes filled with tears.
Then they did the other ass cheek. Mara passed out.
When she awoke, she was lying on a mattress in what looked like
a dorm room. Her ass smarted like hell, but at least she could
think through this pain. The door opened suddenly, and in walked
a blond haired man. He grinned when he saw her. It was Karl.
"Bochi, you are awake." he said, handing her an apple. Mara
took the fruit and bit into it, ravished, and listened to Karl as
he spoke of what he would do to her in his off duty hours. Mara
let his words become a steady background drone. She didn't care
anymore, she thought to herself, mildly annoyed at the thought.
Perhaps she would find a way to escape. Anything else was just
something to be dealt with until the time was right. She tossed
the apple core into the trash, and turned back to Karl who was
waiting for her, his pants undone; ready.