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����������� The
recreation hall was empty when they arrived, still naked and chained in a
tether, but already set up for the evening�s entertainment: gaming tables were
scattered around the room with enough seating for thirty or forty people.� Twelve crosses, each about eight feet tall
and made of bluish metal in the shape of an X, ringed the room.� Without ceremony, the captives were dragged
to them by guards and shackled tightly into place, then left alone.� Nysia hung quietly,
and considered that she wasn�t particularly shocked at the thought that anyone
could walk in and see her naked.� She
wondered when she�d gotten use to such things.�
����������� Before
long servants began to enter; obviously fellow slaves from their lack of dress,
most wore skin tight rubber that left ass, groin, and � on the women � breasts
bare, while covering nearly everything else.�
Most took up places as dealers at the tables, or as waitresses, and a
pair stood behind a small bar; but one walked to each of the slaves in
turn.� He was a giant, over seven feet
tall, with broad shoulders and (Nysia couldn�t help
but notice, and blushed deeply) a huge member that poked out of his rubber suit
and was contained in a cruel looking device apparently designed to keep it bent
and flaccid.� What a pity�!� As he came to each of the suspended slaves,
he reached into a bag and produced a colored strip of cloth, which he tied
around their arm, around the bicep.� As
he placed a pale blue armband upon her, Nysia looked
into his eyes and flinched; they were not the seductive ones she had already
been imagining drowning herself within; this was no gentle giant.� His eyes were a lifeless crystal blue, and
they radiated cruelty.� She suddenly knew
this man, dispassionately tugging a knot into place, would somehow make her scream
with pain tonight.
����������� She
glanced down with a whimper and saw his penis up close; within the device were
needle like teeth, pointed inward; if he grew rigid, he would be pierced
thoroughly.� He�s going to hurt me, and
enjoy it, and then he�ll hurt too.� The
thought made her shiver with wicked delight, and that, too, made her
frightened.�
�����������
����������� �Hello
again, Freckles.� Still bein� naughty, are ya?�� The cheerful voice made Nysia
jerk in her chains and tear her eyes from the huge slave, who was tying an orange
band onto Lisa.� The strange woman from
the station stood beside her with a lopsided grin.� Nysia looked her up
and down with astonishment � although her various piercings
were still present, the small woman was now dressed from head to toe in a crisp
black unifom, complete with visored
hat and high, shining leather boots.� She
looked�authoritative, and powerful, with all that shining silver and those
colored ribbons.� The face was the same,
however: her green eyes sparkled mischievously, and Nysia
wondered what she was getting away with: something big, no doubt.�
����������� �Y-�you�re
here!� she stammered.
����������� �Of
course, Freckles, I may not look it in the buff but I�m mighty pleased to
introduce Major Jillian Travis; I lead the motley lot of marines on this rig, which
makes me third in command and quite important, or so I keep tellin�
�em.� So I get
to come to all the shindigs.��
����������� �But�what�.�
she didn�t seem quite able to speak clearly; every time the other woman�s lips
moved she was entranced, remembering them wrapped around her nipples, moving
lower�she blushed and was mortified; will I ever not be wet?
����������� �What�s
going on tonight?�� Nysia
managed a nod.� �Ah, the divvying of the
goods � that�s you, you�ll recall.�� Nysia nodded again, then wondered
at how she could calmly nod to such a thing.�
�Each of you darlings gets a color,� Jillian pointed to the armband,
�and there are ten tokens for each color.�
There are twenty of us invited, so we each get six tokens � drawn
randomly, of course.� We start playin� from there; whoever gets all your tokens gets you,
cutie.� Oh, there�s also a pretty hefty
buy in, of course, to keep things interestin� and
plenty of other entertainment to make sure everyone goes back to quarters
happy,� at this, Jillian gestured to the erotically garbed staff.��
����������� �Oh
my��� Apparently the attire wasn�t just
for appearances; this should be a terribly interesting party. �Nysia nodded towards
the giant, �And�him?��
����������� �Ah
right, Gunther.�
Well, we like to keep things a bit exciting, so we give him a whip.� The cracks and screams create atmosphere, ya know?� Twenty for each of you, every pass.� We used to threaten him if he didn�t do a
good job, but we stopped bothering; that man enjoys his work.�
����������� Oh sweet
lord, she�s just cheerfully told me the man�s going to beat me as hard as he
can.� Has everyone gone mad?�
����������� �Others
are coming soon, so I�ve got to move on � can�t tip my hand an� all � but don�t
worry about any of �em, I�m betting all for you
Freckles.� See,� she held up a blue token
with an impish grin, �I own a tenth of you already!�� Dear me, is that supposed to be
encouraging?� As the woman sauntered off,
Nysia looked her handful of tokens: in addition to
the blue, there were two orange tokens � Jillian owned part of Lisa, too.�
����������� A moment
later the small woman was across the room, giggling as her firm grip on
Gerald�s groin forced his eyes to bulge with pain or�something else. �Several more uniformed officers entered.� Each took a few tokens from a bag held by a
slave next to the door, then walked around to inspect the goods.
����������� When
they came to Nysia, she didn�t know what to say � she
simply stared at them, petrified.� One
was tall and thin, with graying hair and huge epaulets and a raspy, wheezing
voice; the others referred to him deferentially as Captain.� To his right, bulging in a white uniform, was a man with bright red hair; without a pause in
his conversation with the others, he walked up to her and thrust a finger
between her legs.�
����������� �Wet already�nice, but a bit too willing to have much fun with.� That one over there, though, she�d be a fun
one to break�look at those tattoos!�� Nysia gasped and squirmed as the hand continued to move
within her, thrusting deep enough to hurt, then
withdrew and wiped dry on her hip.� The
group moved on, chuckling about a past romance.�
Within the space of seconds she�d been forcefully used and abandoned,
and he�d barely even glanced at her.�
This isn�t the way the vids said it�s supposed
to be at all!� She sighed.
����������� And why
do I keep enjoying it?
����������� The next
few minutes passed in the same way: officers in crisp uniforms with ribbons and
sparkling insignia would enter and draw a handful of tokens, then walk around
chatting to each other and inspecting those bound on the racks.� Nysia was handled
like livestock.� Men and women alike
pinched her limbs for fat, felt her skin, turned her breasts or face this way
and that to get a better look, or touched her hair.� Digits invaded her: fingers were thrust
between her legs, tugged at her clit, spread her wide; they thrust into her
anus, probing cruelly without regard to her screams of pain; one, after
performing both these other inspections, forced its way into her mouth.� Her jaw was pried painfully wide, and
fingertips slid along her teeth, then back into her throat to see when she
would gag.� She wanted to bite down on
them, but Gunther caught her eye and flicked his
whip.� It was a long, cruel leather cord
of the sort vid stars used to tame lions.� She retched on her own tastes and allowed the
examination.�
����������� Not a one
of the officers bothered to speak to her.�
A couple simply glanced at a plate to the side, reading off measurements
and statistics without paying any attention at all to the actual article: as
though her entire self were summed up briefly in �5�5; 34-24-33, C; Age: 19;
Female; Hair: Brown; Hymen: No��� In a
way, it made her realize her position in a new, deeper way: that�s indeed all
she was, and maybe all she ever would be�a body to be owned, enjoyed, used, and
discarded.� She was a slave.�
����������� The
games were cruel for the slaves.� Lined
up around the room on raised platforms, they had a perfect vantage to watch
their fate decided by strangers.� Tokens and
credits were passed between players as bets were won and lost; tokens were bet
against varying amounts of cash, depending on how appealing the slaves were
felt to be, and the commentary was as casual as it was brutal.� One of the girls, a fair bit plainer than the
others, had her credits sold off for an embarrassingly low sum.� One man declared, as he handed over his
bright red chips, that he�d rather have money for whatever�s in the next port,
while the purchaser � a woman � explained she wanted a couple children, but
couldn�t really be bothered herself: the slave would bear them, then, �if she
were still usable,� be turned to servant duties.� Nysia shuddered at
the prospect, hoping hers would be better, and the other slave � now a future
mother � cried openly.�
����������� At
first, Nysia tried to follow the betting
carefully.� She watched the pierced major
begin to play, but a glance around at her companions revealed her table had no
other blue tokens, and the first ones she pushed forward were the pair of
oranges.� Two tenths of my only friend,
equated to a stack of bills�other oranges came out as well, and she watched
with horror as Lisa�s body was won and lost, passed around the group amid
friendly banter and cigar smoke.� They
never even glanced at the girl.�
����������� Another
table seemed to have most of the blue tokens, and after the first few hands
(which settled the plain girl�s doom), she herself became the bid.� She recognized the winner of the hand: the
thin doctor with the emotionless voice who had presided over their earlier
medical exams.� He didn�t even smile as
he raked in the pot, which contained four blues.�
����������� The
games lost her attention then, however, because Gunther
began to work.� He started two racks to Nysia�s right, on one of the men, and his first lashes were
aimed directly at the captive�s sex.�
Bellows of pain reverberated through the room, causing every game to
stop for a moment as the players looked over.�
Perhaps they�ll stop him�!� She
barely had time to form the thought when the players turned as one back to
their cards, with a subtle undercurrent of chuckling amusement.� The whipping continued.�
����������� By the
time her own turn came, Nysia�s eyes were wide with
fear and disbelief.� I�m going to be
whipped!� I shall try very hard not to
scream, not to let him see me suffer�.
����������� Her
resolution vanished instantly.� The whip
itself was not as hard as she had expected and braced herself for; the slap was
hard, but no worse than one of her father�s spankings, when he was very truly
angry.� Unknown to her, this was
intentional: any other way, the whip would have torn her skin apart just before
she was claimed as property.� However,
the actual blow was not the vicious thing: fine wires ran down the length of
the whip, and when they touched her, Nysia�s nerves
exploded into blinding white pain.� It
was like the prod at the assembly, but over and over and over�it would never
stop�there was nothing but pain, then blessed
darkness.
����������� When she
awoke, the screams were coming from her left.�
It was Lisa�s turn, and her friend was shrieking with agony.� Thank goodness, Nysia
immediately thought, then felt a wave of guilt.� She didn�t dislike Lisa; indeed, the
beautifully tattooed girl was the only friend she was likely to have here, and
she loved her dearly.� But somehow,
constantly, Nysia was eager to let her suffer in her
stead.� At least this time her own lingering pain and exhaustion prevented any physical
pleasure to accompany the relief.� Still,
she looked over to watch her friend�s whipping, staring in rapture as electric
pain was delivered to breasts, stomach, sex and thighs.� It wasn�t until Gunther
turned to the next captive that she realized Lisa was looking back.� Nysia looked away
guiltily.�
����������� The
games continued as Gunther worked his way around the
crosses.� The orange tokens continued to
circulate around the table, the subject of heavy betting, and the major�s stack
of credit chips grew steadily.� The
single blue token never moved.� On the
other table, the doctor continued to collect other blues; he was up to
six.� Nysia�s
mind summoned a picture of the assistant,
����������� In other
places, the serving slaves were being taken advantage of, and that was far less
disconcerting to watch.� Indeed, Nysia felt the cruel, guilty pleasure that was becoming
familiar as she saw the slaves used viciously.�
One pair � a man and a woman � were bent over stools before several
young male officers; they took turns with the woman, using her hard from both
ends, and from their taunting Nysia learned the man
had once been her husband.� Now, he was
made to clean each member that had been spent in his wife, and when a couple
regained their stiffness they stood behind him and put him to similar use.� One of the former bartenders was crouched on
her bar over a slim blond female ensign who had already lost most of her
clothing.� Her crewmates were gathered
around, tipping drinks and hors d�oeuvres upon her, which the slave was
required to remove with her mouth and tongue.�
����������� Nysia only recognized one of the slaves from the hold,
because she was completely stripped: Maxine was not so regal here.� The fat red head that had first fingered and
dismissed Nysia appeared to have taken a special
interest in the similarly colored slave; she was bound in a corner and being
beaten severely with a device similar to Gunther�s.�
����������� All too
soon it was Nysia�s turn again for the whip, although
the pace was slow and a full circuit took well over an hour.� The man to the right sagged with relief after
his final blow, and Gunther walked towards her,
menacing and overwhelming in his height and mass.� He was indeed enjoying his work, Nysia noticed with growing horror; his penis was rigid
despite its captivity, and rivulets of blood dripped down his legs.� He�s going to hurt me, and enjoy it, and then
he�ll hurt too, she remembered thinking; how prophetic she had been!�
����������� As if to
confirm her, he leaned forward until his breath was hot and wet upon Nysia�s face, and her eyes grew round with fear.� �I saw how wet you were earlier, you little
slut�you think you�re going to enjoy this?�
Fuck that.� They think this whip
won�t do anything permanent, but enough strokes in the same place can fry your
nerves like bacon.� I�m going to do your cunt every pass; I�m gonna burn
you so badly you won�t feel a fucking for the next month.� Hell�you may never feel it again.�� He grinned and pulled away, readying a blow
as she began to beg.�
����������� By the
time he was done Nysia felt like a red hot brand had
been forced inside of her.� Her bladder
had failed halfway through, and the moisture seemed to make it even worse; her
entire crotch was on fire, and she had no doubt that a couple more sets would
do exactly what he claimed.� She paid no
heed to Lisa�s torture this time, just hung limp and cried.�
����������� When the
pain had faded enough to open her eyes again, Nysia
looked back to the tables; at least some of the games were approaching an end,
and she began to hope there wouldn�t be enough time for Gunther
to come back.�
����������� The
orange tokens were spread evenly between two players at the major�s table, and
the stiff postures and lack of conversation belied an intense game.� Hands passed back and forth, but none seemed
sure enough of winning to bet their chance at Lisa, while the major, apparently
completely at ease, seemed blithely content to build a pile of credits and
smoke cigars.� She�s not bidding for me
at all!� The blue token didn�t seem to be
in front of her anymore, either, and Nysia suspected
it now belonged to one of the male officers whose bodies partially blocked her
view.�
����������� And
then, as Gerald shouted in pain under Gunther�s whip,
one of the piles of orange tokens was pushed forward; it was, apparently, all the player had left to bid.� A moment later the petite pierced rapist
leaned forward and scooped them up nonchalantly, and the next hand she
collected the other stack.�
����������� The woman
owned Lisa.�
����������� On the
other table, her own blue tokens seemed not to be much in play; the doctor
still owned six, with the others divided.�
The current playing centered around purple �
Gerald�s color.� From the conversation,
they had been impressed with his roars of pain and now several of them were
vying for the opportunity to extract more.�
Oh dear, she thought, this will certainly not end well for him.�
����������� Maxine
had ceased her own screams: she too now hung limp and broken, and the paunchy
mate had unhitched his pants to pound into her sex.� As he thrust deeply, sweating and grunting,
his face hovered inches from Maxine�s and Nysia
realized with a start the hair was indeed the same color, almost exactly; and
the features were too similar for coincidence.�
They could only be brother and sister, she realized with horror � and
watched from then on in fascination at the incest; brother took sister in her
sex, her mouth and finally, with much heaving and several blows, in her rear as
well.� Finally � perhaps unable to harden
enough for another penetration � he returned to beating her motionless
form.�
����������� Then
suddenly it was her turn again; far too soon, she�d lost track of time!� Gunther walked up
to her, then turned to look at the table she�d been
staring at so intently.� �Prime, ain�t it?� I was
worried you�d enjoy yourself too much here, but it looks like you�re going to
the Doctor.� That�ll certainly end your
amusement.�� He snapped his whip in the
air.� �I�m still going to burn you,
though�just for fun.��
����������� Nysia found herself suddenly
angry, defiant: �
����������� He just
laughed.� �Oh, you�re right about one
thing � you won�t be using it anymore. �But he�s not planning to doll you up like
Asp.� You�re type O negative.�� She looked at him without comprehension; of
course she was, everyone on DiamondStar
had been modified generations ago: an expensive process, but useful in a small
community that didn�t have much choice of blood donors.� He grinned at her confusion, and his member
twitched in its confinement, starting a new red rivulet.� �He�s a doctor on a ship that doesn�t get
regular supplies, and you have a type no one else will reject: you�re about to
become spare parts, bitch.��
����������� Her
resolve crumbled, her defiance instantly falling to pieces; she was going to
die!� She looked at the table and saw the
doctor now had seven blue tokens � when had he won another? � and he was pushing two forward, and another man put two more
in, and they were placing their cards on the table �
����������� -- and
the whip slammed into her groin; unprepared, she buckled and dropped like a
stone, to hang limp from the cross as another blow ignited the nerves all over
again, and worse, and another blow and she started to feel a pinpoint of
numbness, and that was worse because the nerves were giving way, and she could
only shake her head and beg, �not me, oh please don�t, oh god no don�t hurt me
anymore!�
����������� As if in
a dream, she heard Lisa scream to be whipped in her stead, and she couldn�t
help it; she nodded as pain kept exploding between her thighs and begged for
that too.� �Please yes, whip her, burn
her, do anything you want just don�t hurt me anymore, please, do her instead!��� Gunther paused a
moment and turned to the officers behind him, and Nysia
followed his gaze.�
����������� The
major looked up from where a waitress was kneeling busily in front of her bar
stool to look at Lisa long and hard; an intense look with an indecipherable
meaning.� Then she smiled and shuddered
with pleasure from the waitress� ministrations, and the illusion vanished.� Her voice cut through the room: �Oh aye, that
one�s mine � have at �er instead, Gunther,
I don�t mind a few marks from some extra blows.�
Hell an� damnation, she�s so eager give �er
some more � twenty for her, twenty for Freckles there, and twenty for the good
ship Nighthawk!�
����������� Then the
blows stopped and that was all that mattered; she just hung there and kept
repeating herself, like a mantra:� �Her
instead�whatever you want to her�just not me�.��� Finally the darkness came again, and she
welcomed it.�
����������� She
drifted slowly back to wakefulness, and it wasn�t until she�d gazed at blue
tokens for a couple minutes that she realized their importance.� At the doctor�s elbow was a tall pile: every
blue token from the table was there.� She
tried to count them from afar, and sometimes saw nine and sometimes ten.� The game continued on, with that stack set
aside.� To her left, Lisa slumped in her
chains; her body was covered in angry red welts, and spittle dripped from the
corners of her mouth.� I�m no sort of
friend at all, she though, then her eyes rolled back so far that only the
whites showed, and her head dropped inertly.�
����������� When Nysia woke again she looked around to find the hall was
mostly empty.� Only two tables still
played: one, with the captain, seemed more involved in their smoking and
conversation, while the doctor�s table still played intently.� A couple other officers, including the major,
lounged at the bar with drinks.� Only one
of the original pair of bartenders remained, and she no longer retained her
exposing rubber suit.� Even from this
distance, Nysia could see she had been used by
several men, or one man repeatedly, as their residue still covered her; Nysia licked her lips and remembered what she�d done with
����������� Half the
other slaves were gone, as was Gunther, and she felt
a wave of relief until she looked over to see Lisa still slumped and looking
around with almost insensibly; her eyelids flickered as if she were struggling
to stay aware and saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth.� I do hope she�ll recover�.
����������� Then a
player at the doctor�s table rose with a yawn and walked away, holding a
fistful of credit chips, leaving the emotionless officer alone.� He reached out to pick up the pile of blue
tokens and began to rise, turning towards Nysia, no
doubt to claim her; would he begin cutting right away, or keep her around until
there was some need, and divvy her out bit by bit?
����������� And then
Jillian stood in front of him.� She
smiled impishly and reached into a pocket, pulling out a single blue
token.�
����������� �Looking
for this, herr doctor?�
����������� �It�s
late, major.� I don�t really have the
time to deal with you.� How much?��
����������� �Aw,
that�s not very sporting.� No sale.� We bet!�
����������� �As I
said, I don�t really have the time.� All
or nothing, and you need collateral � one token isn�t worth nine.��
����������� Jillian
shrugged, and reached in another pocket to produce a pile of orange
tokens.� �Double or
nothing, then.� One hand, and one of us walks out with a pair.��
����������� The
doctor�s pale eyes narrowed in distrust.�
�No�I know your reputation for cards, major.� We cut for the highest � one card each, and we�re done.�
Nothing but luck.��
����������� Jillian
looked displeased, and a hand reached up to idly play with the many piercings along the edge of her ear.� �Fine.� Kinda dull,
though.�� Nysia
wanted to scream � Not for me!� At least
Lisa was going to get away�now I�ve risked her life too.�
����������� The
dealer shuffled the cards without comment as the major sat down; her opponent
remained standing, clearly anxious to be done, until the deck was offered to
him.� He cut it, and turned it over � a
queen of hearts.� The major grunted in
displeasure, and took her own turn, cutting and looking at the card in
displeasure; from her vantage, Nysia couldn�t see
what she�d drawn.�
����������� �Mine,
then?�
����������� �No�we
go again.�� She tilted the card � a queen
of spades.� �Pair of
queens though, damn appropriate.��
He simply waited, clearly not appreciating the significance.� With a shrug, Jillian replaced the queen and
cut again.� �Four of
clubs.� She seemed unconcerned.�
����������� Without
ceremony the doctor took his turn, slapping the card down too quickly to
see.� The look of displeasure on his
face, however, brought a sigh of relief to Nysia; In the end, being won by the impish, insane major was in
fact encouraging.�
����������� �Don�t
think no one can tell what you�re up to.�
I�m watching you.�� He turned
around and left with a derisive huff.�
Behind him, Jillian�s hand unconsciously touched her belt, where a
pistol would be holstered, and watched him leave with a piercing stare.�
����������� And then
she shrugged, and the playful smile returned, and she was back to her teasing
swagger as she approached Nysia.� A hand reached up to caress her cheek, then
the major stood on tiptoes and kissed her, lightly, on the lips; the second
girl to have done so on this busy night.�
She owns me now, Nysia thought, and scrunched
her eyes closed but kissed back.� �It�ll
just be a moment, Freckles, one last lil task for the
night.�� She turned and walked to Lisa, a
bounce in her step, then leaned forward to kiss her as well.� For her part, Lisa still seemed barely
conscious, and didn�t seem to respond; but then Jillian leaned forward and
whispered something in her ear, and her eyes focused slightly, and she
nodded.�
����������� Within
the next five minutes Jillian had returned to the captain�s table, and bet all
her orange chips, and lost them to him on a horrible bluff.� Then the night was over, and Nysia was released from the cross, her arms tingling with
renewed blood flow, and lead off on a leash in complete confusion, leaving Lisa
behind.�
����������� Nysia hadn�t quite heard the whisper, but had been sure,
for a moment, the major �had asked if Lisa was ready.�
����������� Ready for what?�
To be
continued:� Comments, suggestions, and
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