Working your way up the chain of command was going to take time, planning and the support of other crewmembers. You couldn’t exactly “over-throw” the captain no matter how much you might want to. There was a reason that he was the captain and it was because of his own connections to several high-powered families inside the Congo if not the government itself. And there was another reason that he was the captain of the ship, he had clearly proven himself to be a ruthless bastard who would take the first sign of mutiny and use it to kill without hesitation or remorse. \n\nAnd that was how you were going to have to be for the foreseeable future. You weren’t going to be able to make your way to captain simply on your charms and good looks. You needed to have the “killer instinct” and be willing to use that “instinct” whenever you had to. Sure, you could be generous to your crew when they deserved it. No captain could be a constant “bad man” unless he did want his entire crew to turn on him. But a few favored rewards here and there, a couple of “bonuses” when someone did something and you could at least secure their loyalty not to turn on you. Not to mention simply having a successful raid that turned a profit would make people happy. \n\nThe only thing that would really help you move up the chain of command was the fact that as the pilot you already had an advantage over some of the other crew members. They might be older, have more experience in general, they didn’t quite have the same amount of responsibility or the stress that you had to handle with landing the ship and taking off. Not to mention of course that the entire crew was putting their lives in your hand with each landing, this clearly would make a big impression on them every time that you got [[them back to ground safely]].

-----------------\n<<pink>>“Well?” <</pink>> Eve chimes in your head. <<pink>>“You think we’ll do better this time around?” <</pink>>\n\n“I don’t know.” You tell her. “The last trip wasn’t really our best, you know. Look, you and I might not like doing this sort of work, but as long as the two of us keep looking out for each other we should be fine.” \n\n<<pink>>“Maybe.” <</pink>>Eve says. <<pink>>“But before you get comfortable with the course of action we are on, maybe you could spend a few minutes polishing up on your aim. That last raid was a cluster-fuck. Last thing I want to do is die because you couldn’t [[shoot straight]].” <</pink>>\n---------------------\n

You might be in control, and you could get a general idea of what was going on? Well, when it came to actually being able to know the same things that Eve knew she was a closed data file. You knew that it was there, you could actually get an image of a face with a name. But you couldn’t access those memories and tell who was a friend, or a family member, or even a teacher that you both shared. It was frustrating and the more you got frustrated that you couldn’t access those memories the more your “friend” noticed it. \n\n“Are you sure you are okay?” He suddenly asks over his third cup of coffee for the night. \n\n“Yeah, I’m fine.” You tell him. “But it is late, and I’m still tired from the trip. I just need a good night’s sleep, that’s all. I just haven’t gotten my mud-stompers yet.” \n\n“Oh, listen to her.” He says as he laughs. “One trip away from home and she tries to act like a seasoned space traveler. Mud-stompers, indeed. What’s next? You got G-suit rash?” \n\n“Oh, please.” You say as you laugh yourself. “Just because I’m tired and not used to the time difference between planets and ship doesn’t mean I have a case of jock-itch. Who is trying to sound like a space-traveler now? Huh? G-suit [[rash my foot]].”\n\n

Well, that was the original idea at first. Meet up with Larry, do a few minutes on the treadmill or lift a few weights and simply talk to each other and hang out. But that all changed after about ten minutes in the gym when Larry suddenly left you on the treadmill alone to go talk to an older woman who came into the gym. You couldn’t hear them, and they didn’t talk for long. But when he came back he started to pack his belongings and asked if you would like to go to the beach instead. \n\nWhat could be better than to spend the day at the beach, frolicking in the sun and water, in order to get a bit of information from someone? You would be away from the ship, you would be able to simply relax and talk, both getting to know each other better and more information. And for the first time in weeks you would be able to actually enjoy simply relaxing under the sun and getting some color back into your skin again. One of the worst aspects of extended space-travel was the fact that you tended to turn a really pale [[color from lack of sunlight to]] enjoy. \n\n

But you had learned and your third landing was your softest in your new position. And now you were suddenly swept up in the excitement of the hunt. Or at least that was what you found yourself calling it. You didn’t care that the captain refused to hand you the concussion shotgun after your first mission. You were happy to simply have any weapon in your hand, and it didn’t matter if your weapon was designed to incapacitate or not, you still had two backup weapons that could easily kill if you had to use them. \n\nAnd you enjoyed this particular world, or rather this particular spot on it, because of the air coming off the lake was fresh and cool. Your new goggles were wonderful as you rode in the back of the vehicle with Cindy and couldn’t stop smiling at her. You were a caged beast ready to be released into the wild again and your senses were all on high alert for the slightest change or warning. \n\nYou get to the village and you: \nHead to the [[right with Scott]].\nHead to the [[left with the Captain]]. \nHang back by [[the vehicle with Cindy]].\n

You were too surprised at first to stop him. But when his hand moved along the curve of your ass, you pulled his hand off of you and told him to stop. You were too tired to fool around and simply wanted to sleep. But he countered your protest with something that you hadn’t expected. \n\n“Eve, you promised.” He says as he looks at you. “You promised that we would do this before you had to report for basic training. You promised that you would be willing to go all the way.” \n\nDid you? Well, not you, but the young girl you were pretending to be. Would she have made that kind of promise to someone? You didn’t know her that well to know if she would or if she wouldn’t, but you knew that it was kind of a common thing among the younger people in the Fed territories to at least have sex once before going to basic training. The general feeling was that it was only logical to do it because you could actually die during training if you weren’t careful. Especially during the hand-to-hand combat training which always was taught full-contact. Despite wearing pads and padded floors, it was still possible to be killed if you weren’t careful. \n\nBut you clearly made no such promise to this guy. Hell, you only met him for the first time just a couple of hours ago. Now you were in his bed and he clearly was expecting you to do something that you were not at all comfortable with. You had no clue to the type of girl you were inside, but everything up until now told you that she was a ‘good girl’ who did as she was told by her family and had lived according to the rules. Obviously she wasn’t a trouble maker or she would never be allowed to travel on her own before going to basic training, and she had to have a fairly good record at school and with her family or her passport would have required a chaperone with her at all times. She was only a recognized “legal adult” for three weeks within the Orion sector, but she was old enough that she could be treated as such if [[she met the requirements]].

It became clear as you finally were able to finish shaving your crotch and sitting up in the tub that he was looking forward to you reporting in for basic training as soon as possible. How do you tell him that you were hoping to not only avoid having to go to basic training but looking for a way to get off the planet and out of the Orion held territories. It was something that you had to pretend to look forward to, and the only thing that you had to draw any kind of “enthusiasm” for basic training was the fact that most people were extremely worried about failing no matter how much they were looking to at least report in. That fear of failure was the only thing that kept even the most fanatic youth from being carried away with talking about his or her military future. \n\nYou were still soaking in the tub and rinsing off the slightly chemical smell of the decon chemicals that were still on you, when your brother suddenly stood up and stripped in front of you without so much as a “turn around”. You were slightly startled to see that “big breasts” weren’t the only “big things” that ran in the family. Your newly discovered “brother” was rather well endowed as well. Not only well endowed by slightly erect at the moment. \n\nIncest was not a common thing in the Orion sectors despite all the closeness of family life. In fact, it was highly frowned upon both inside the family and in society as whole. For a brother and sister to be physical with each other was almost as rare as seeing a real “dog” and not one that was cloned. So you weren’t worried about him trying anything physical with you at the moment. But the lack of modesty around family members also meant that if a male did have an erection around a female he did nothing to hide it or [[feel ashamed about]] it.

You were about to tell her not to do it when she suddenly slams a bag over your head. You see the sheer glee in her eyes as she continues to watch you suffocating in the bag. You try to struggle, but after three days of being chained to the floor and only allowed one bowl of soup, not to mention physically used who knows how many times, you simply didn’t have any strength to fight her off. \n[img[z/zab.JPG]]\nNot that it would have really mattered. She easily outweighed you by at least a hundred pounds or more. And with your hands still bound behind your back, it wasn’t like you would have been able to use any strength that you had anyway. It was a very uncomfortable death, slowly dying without being able to breathe and you could only look at her with pleading eyes, [[begging her not to kill you]]. \n\n

“I know.” You softly say. “But this isn’t the first time I’ve been in combat. Well, that’s not entirely true either. I mean, I’ve never been in combat like this. It was on the ground and only between me and two other people. But I’ve been here before. Watching over a door and shooting the first thing that moves. And, if I have to, I promise that I’ll hit the self-destruct button before they get to us. Or if they shoot us, I’ll push the button twice just to be sure that it goes off.” \n\n<<pink>>“But I don’t want to be shot.”<</pink>> Eve says, starting to raise her voice again from nerves. \n\n“And I don’t either.” You tell her. “But I would rather be shot than killed. Look, honey, I know that you are scared, and I’m worried too. But you have to control yourself. I can’t watch the door and you at the same time. I need to focus on the door.” \n\n<<pink>>“James?”<</pink>> Eve says after a few seconds. <<pink>>“I’m really scared.” <</pink>>\n\n“I know, honey, I know.” You comfort her. “But just hang in there, okay? It won’t be much longer. Look, you can really help me out. Just call out if you see the door starting to open, okay? Just do that for me, and we can get through this. With you helping, this will be a piece of cake.” \n\n<<pink>>“I’ll try.” <</pink>>She says after she sniffles. <<pink>>“But, I can’t promise anything.” <</pink>>\n\n“As long as you try.” You say. “I’ll feel better knowing you are [[helping me than not being around at al]]l.” \n-----------------

You were confused and trying to think if the idea to shave your crotch was your own idea of the body’s way of saying that you had been in stasis for too long. All you really knew was that you needed to do something with your nails as well as your crotch. What the hell was going on? Why were you looking at yourself and finding ‘flaws’ to a body that you were only hoping to borrow for a few weeks until you got home. What was it about the body hair and the untrimmed fingernails that made you want to fix them. And why did you want to do it right away and not hold off on it? \n\nHow many of your feelings were really your own at this point? You knew that somewhere deep inside of you was the teenage girl still buried in your subconscious. Was she the one telling you what needed to be fixed with your body or were you still seeing your new body through your male preferences? You knew what you used to find sexy in a woman. But at the moment, you couldn’t really tell if you wanted to look that way because you felt like a man looking at a young girl, or a young girl who wanted to be desired by other people. \n\nYou had a few days to try to figure things out, but the more time you spent looking over your new body and thinking about it the more confused you got. But you did notice something extremely strange. When you closed your eyes and stopped thinking about it and tried to think about your connections and how to get a false passport, you could open your eyes and see that your hands had applied makeup on their own. \n\nWas that how it worked? Keep your mind off of it and let the body do what it had been trained to do? Or was the small girl still inside of you directing the body as you thought of other things that took all of your attention. Just who exactly was in control of the body and how did that control shift from you to the [[girl inside of your head]]?

-----------------\n<<pink>>“You want to die, don’t you?” A voice burrowed in your head while you were in stasis.<</pink>> <<pink>>“I had my whole life ahead of me until you showed up. Why didn’t you just kill me and get it over with? It would have been better for both of us if you had just accepted your death and died when you were supposed to. But now you have my blood on your hands too. [[I hope you rot in hell]].”<</pink>>\n-----------------

Yet, if it was merely a test, wouldn’t the best thing to do was to shut things down as soon as possible before they got carried away? After all, if Larry actually followed through with this sort of thing with the port official, she might start to assume that this was going to be a ‘regular thing’ for her if the ship ever returned to port. And given the amount of activity that you saw at the port before heading to the beach, it did appear to be a somewhat centralized location that was used by a lot of different companies, as well as military ships. So, there was a good chance that you might be back this way again. And the last thing you wanted, at least as a smuggling crew, was a port official that took a little too much interest in your arriving and departures. She might end up causing more problems than she was worth. \n\nSo you did your best to be a little coy about answering, but still appear to be somewhat friendly and entertaining. Not a really easy thing to do as you didn’t know what to say or do at all in the first place. And while it was still relatively early in the afternoon, you got faced with having to decide one way or the other at a moment’s notice without really being able to think it all the way through. \n\n“I’m a bit hot.” Joe says. “You don’t mind if I head back to the hotel to cool off, do you dear?” \n\n“No, not at all.” Sue, the port official says. “Eve, can you be a sweetheart and make sure that Joe gets back to the hotel? He would get lost on his own.” \n\nYou know that you were being put on the spot and the next thing you said was going to make all the difference in the world for you. You simply stood up and said: \n\n“Of course, [[I was kind of getting hot myself]].” \n“I think I’ll [[go for a swim to cool off]].”

But it wasn’t really Joe’s size that humiliated you so much. You had been asking yourself if it was possible that you might end up “being gay” after being with men inside of a female’s body when you got your own body back. It had been bothering you for quite awhile, and while you were still somewhat ‘confident’ that you weren’t actually gay, the issue became a whole lot cloudy in your mind when you were being fucked in the ass by a gay man on camera in a very intense shower scene. \n[img[z/42.gif]]\nIt also didn’t help that Joe was a little more into the whole thing than you were and despite the directions of pretending to have problems getting an erection for you, there was no doubt in your mind that Joe was fully entertained being inside of your asshole. So much so that with only a second of warning, he pulled out of your ass and shot a huge load of [[cum along the small of]] your back. \n\n

“The Republic?” She asks you in surprise. “Are you nuts? Why the hell would you want to go there?” \n\n“Because nobody will look for me there.” You quickly counter. \n\nThe truth was you knew that the relationship between the Orion Confederacy and the People’s Republic were actually “good” at the moment. This meant that while they were not directly engaged in any open hostile border disputes, they weren’t exactly willing to trust each other either. If you could get across the borders into Republic space, it would take a few days or weeks to get aboard a spaceship heading to the Alpha sector of space. Even if you had to sign on as a crewmember it would be the safest, but longest route to get back home. \n\nIt might only take you a month or so to start your trip home; it could end up taking years. Especially if you got stuck working as part of the crew. But at least it would raise the least amount of alarms and help to keep your cover story intact. Most people who left the Orion territories headed to the People’s Republic to hide out because the Republic never allowed Orion extradition. It was one of the biggest issues that prevented them from forming a peace with each other. Criminals, ex-patriots, simple “trouble-makers” and those just fed up with the fascist “Fed” way of life, all headed to Republic space first. It made crossing the border a little tricky for some people, but once across the borders it was smooth sailing to establish your new life. Just as long as you didn’t try to stick [[out too much in their]] society.

Again and again your head was pulled forward against his crotch. Again and again you felt yourself starting to struggle to breathe and suddenly eased back and allowed to recover just enough to feel him pulling your head back down on him again. You barely had time to react to his statement that he was going to cum and you find the strength to push against him and get your mouth off of his cock. \n[img[z/t.JPG]]\nOnly you never were able to back away from him far enough to avoid the inevitable mass of cum shooting out of his cock. It landed against you face in streaks that made your skin crawl with each impact. You closed your eyes against the disgusting liquid and barely got through with having your facial when the captain tossed a napkin against your face and [[told you to get cleaned]]. \n\n

The fact that you just had a climax was one that you couldn’t ignore. You looked up at the man slightly startled that a bald-headed man who was almost 55 would be the one that got you off for the first time. You had been with men who were bigger, both in build and size of their cocks. You had been with younger men, and men who were in better shape than this guy was. But his cock, his rhythm, his steady pace had done what no other man had been able to do up to this point. He had not only been able to slip his cock inside of you without any sort of pain at all, but he had been able to get you off. \n<<set $fuk += 1>> <<set $impress = "vastly improving">>\nAnd then you felt his pace quicken slightly. You saw the look on his face as he tried to hold back. You could tell that your climax had been a huge turn-on for him, and you couldn’t really blame him when you thought of how you looked at the moment. You would have been highly turned on yourself if you had been the one fucking Eve’s body and she climaxed long before you did. You knew that at any second he was going to reach his limits and not be able to hold back. \n<<set $vag = "tight and moist">> <<set $trust = "are starting to">>\n[[Remind him of the]] Red Rabbit’s policy. \nBut there were [[still limits to what you could]] and could not do. \n\n

You were on the floor crying, with an obvious broken nose, possibly a chipped tooth or two and what felt like the start of a black eye. You could taste blood and you could see a small mass of it whenever you coughed. Your stomach hurt, your arms hurt and your chest hurt from where he had hit you. You still had no idea what had happened or why you were the one that was being punished when he grabbed you by the hair and physically dragged you out of his cabin. The only reason he didn’t pull any of it out was because you were barely able to crawl as he pulled at you. \n\nThere is a short pause as you simply curl up in the hallway and cry from the pain of the punishment. You feel a pair of hands gently trying to help you to your feet but you don’t even look to see who it is that came to help you. You are escorted to the medical bay where the medic takes one look at you and gently helps you onto the single bed in the [[bay to start working]] on you. \n\n

But while you only had a ‘cute’ face, you had a really good figure. You were only guessing as you looked in the mirror that you had DD sized breasts, with a slender waist and nice hips. You had to strain your head and turn sideways to get a look at your ass in the mirror. It was a nice one if you were being honest. You can’t get a good enough look to say if it was a ‘heart shaped’ ass or not, but it was cute and it felt firm. And your legs were pretty nice too. A little further exploring in the bathroom let you know that you could probably trim your crotch a bit more, but you weren’t ‘bushy’ by any means. Just a bit hairier than you liked a female to be. \n[img[z/a.JPG]]\nYet, that startled you as you looked at your new crotch. For decades you looked down every morning to see a larger than average cock and thick balls hanging between your legs. But at the moment, you looked down and saw a smooth crotch and the first thought in your head was that you needed to trim a bit more? Was that you thinking about what you liked a woman to be like or what a teenage girl would think when looking at herself? Stasis pods kept you asleep, but it didn’t stop hair or nails from growing. Was your crotch in need of a shave because it had been several weeks, or was [[it because you liked it that]] way?

But the cargo bay was the only place on the ship that things changed for you outside of the engine room. You weren’t allowed into the cargo bay unless someone was with you, and you were not allowed to discuss anything that you saw or heard while in the cargo bay working out with Larry or Tom with anyone else on the ship, unless it was the captain and only if he had asked you something directly. As far as you were concerned, the cargo bay was simply “off limits unless escorted at all times”. \n[img[z/39.JPG]]\nAnd this bugged the ever living shit out of you in a way you never would have thought possible. Yes, you were a smuggler. Yes, you were a part of the crew. Yes, you were supposed to be ‘available’ at a moment’s notice in case you had to bribe an inspector with sexual favors to look the other way. But no, you weren’t trusted as a full member of the crew, nor as someone who had the ability to move about freely during your free-time like everyone else. And this simple ‘no part’ of the whole thing was driving you mad since you couldn’t even get anyone [[else on the ship to talk]] about it. \n\n

The community was just like you would have pictured it to be. A lot of cheap prefab homes arranged in a “star pattern” with the center of the star acting as the local “city hall”. A joke of a concept as the “city hall” building looked exactly like all the others, only it had two stories to it instead of one. But it was en effective layout that allowed access to the surrounding fields, as well as easy access to the main road to the “major city” on the planet. A layout that you would have seen almost anywhere on the lesser populated planets, or on an agricultural planet where the crops were more important than the people or their living conditions. \n\nThe wait for the sun to go down annoyed everyone, sitting on the edge of the woods hoping to avoid being seen or a random patrol flying overhead at any moment and spotting either you or your ship. There was simply too many hours left in the day for anyone to feel “comfortable” and yet not enough hours to head back to the ship and move to a different location without being noticed by someone. All you could do at this point was “wait it out” or call it a “bust” and leave the planet. Obviously the choice was to wait for darkness and start the raid then. \n\nSo you waited, and waited, and waited. While it was only two or three hours at most, it felt more like two or three years. Speed was your biggest ally and biggest asset. And sitting on your butt waiting for the sun to go down, you had absolutely no speed at all. A slave trading crew lived or died by speed and moving a lot, not by being still and slow. It didn’t help that you were still a bit ‘worked up’ from landing the ship, so your own ability to remain calm and relaxed by doing ‘nothing’ wasn’t [[really your strong suit at]] the moment.

You couldn’t really say that you didn’t trust Eve, because that would be saying you didn’t trust yourself in some odd way. But you really couldn’t see how she was going to be able to help with this sort of thing. She might be able to be heard in your head from time to time and give you her opinion, and under extreme stress she might be able to say something through your mouth. But as far as taking control of the body and letting her be the one that did something? Well, that wasn’t possible at all. \n\n“On your knees, cumslut.” Brad says as he starts to unzip his pants. “And keep your hands behind your back. Or if not behind your back, palms down on the floor at all times.” \n\nYou nervously get on your knees knowing what is about to happen. You try to think of something else, anything else, anything at all as long as it wasn’t about the man in front of you. But as soon as you hear the light metallic clank of his belt hitting the floor, you knew that trying to keep your eyes closed wasn’t going to matter in a few seconds. You could avoid looking at him as much as you wanted to, but it would be a matter of time before he [[would be sticking his]] dick inside of your mouth. \n\n

You felt your cheek sting from the backhanded slap he gave you. For one brief second you were about to return the slap but stopped yourself. This man was no better than your old master, and it was obviously clear that he wasn’t used to “backtalk” from his slaves. But you continued to plead for Tracy, if for not other reason than to get her to stop crying. \n\n“Please, master.” You say again. “She’s sorry, aren’t you Tracy.” \n\n“Yes!” She almost screams. “I’m sorry, master. I’m sorry.” \n\nYou saw the indecision on his face for a few seconds and then he finally let her go. You were stunned at the speed she throw herself into your arms and cried against your bare breasts. For someone who was older than you, she was crying like a baby and only started to be silent as you treated her like one and actually had to “shush” her to stop her from crying so much. \n\nLater that night, as you shared his oversized bed with him and Tracy, she was finally punished for what had happened in the vehicle. Only instead of being hit or whipped, she was again in your arms as you held her getting fucked in the ass. It was clear that this was not going to be the sort of house to mess around in. The two of you were clearly going to be used as his sexual toys and nothing else. You wanted to punch him in the nuts for insisting on sleeping between the two of you. But you didn’t, mostly because of the fear of what would happen if you did. Yet, as much as you hated what was going on you had to admit that it was much better sleeping in a bed instead of on a canvas cot with no pillow and only [[a large towel as a blanket]].

When you finally do wake up, you are chained and bound to the floor of some dank dark cavern. There is a guy standing by you, or at least it looks like a pair of feet belonging to a guy and there is something painful in your asshole. It takes you a couple of seconds to realize just what it was that was in you, it was another man’s hard cock. You don’t know if the motion of him fucking your ass woke you up, or the drugs had finally worn off on their own. But you were fully aware that you were not wearing any clothes and despite the fact that you could only see one guy’s feet and feel one guy inside of you, there was no mistaking the number of voices urging the guy behind you to hurry up. \n[img[z/zaa.JPG]]\nYou have no clue how many guys took your ass or vagina that night. It was a steady stream of one guy after the other, leaving you filthy from the sweat and the foul dirty cavern floor. More than once someone slapped your ass and made you cry out against the gag in your mouth, but for the most part the guys were clearly just happy to fuck you and move [[aside for the next guy]]. \n\n

You wanted to say something; even Eve wanted to say something. But a quick thought that it would be best not to say a word and simply accept the information you had been given as pure information told to you by a friend who was looking out for your mental and emotional well-being was the best way to handle it. You had heard of “breeders” before now, but you had never really met one before. A slave that was used to breed children that were either shipped off to another family to raise as their own, or shipped off to some far away orphanage that trained them how to be a slave from the moment they could talk and walk. \n\nIt was an extremely horrible way to continue to keep the slave population under control as well as to ensure that future generations had slaves as well. Only there simply weren’t enough “breeders” around to keep everyone happy. Most owners would order slaves to be medically sterile to keep them under control or to keep the numbers down. After all, unsupervised breeding in the slaves quarters would result in more mouths to feed than a household could afford. \n\nAnd to make the whole concept even more horrifying was the fact that breeders were selected for specific reasons. There were the ones that were kept around for “good looks” like Vicky and Hilda, and possibly you and Tracy now that you think about it. And then there were the other breeders who were kept around for their build, ensuring strong backs and physically hard working slaves, or their creative talents to provide possible musicians or artists around. And in a very rare occasion, a person might be a breeder simply in hopes of ensuring a slave who could operate scientific equipment or take part in the medical profession. Your own “doctors” had been such bred slaves, and yet so conditioned by slavery and training that they simply did as they were told to do as doctors, not what was [[medically ethical or in some cases]] legal.

“Larry, I don’t know about this.” You whisper as you walk along the beach to meet the port official. \n\n“Look, Eve.” Larry whispers back. “It’s simple. Just, well, hit it off with the guy, show him a good time, and keep him occupied for the next few hours. I just need you to get the husband out of the way as I try to get some information from her about the schedule of ships coming and going. It isn’t that hard to understand.” \n\n“But still.” You protest. “This isn’t at all what I had in mind when you asked if I would like to go to the beach for a few hours.” \n\nNot in mind at all, really. You had expected to maybe have to put up with a crowded beach and maybe if you were unlucky a really crowded beach that made it impossible to talk to anyone at all without being overheard. What you hadn’t expected to find was the port official was a rather plump woman who was probably about 45 or 50 years old, and with her husband on hand. And you didn’t expect Larry to try to pass you off to her husband, who was actually a little bit older and who clearly was more interested in you than his wife when he saw you. \n\nBut as the introductions were made to each other, you had to figure out what you were going to do or what you were going to say. For the first few minutes you were lucky enough that the married couple was more than happy to agree to having a couple of drinks and simply enjoying the beach and sun. And while you were able to keep things simple as far as small talk, you were really torn as to what you were willing to do. And now that you really understood exactly what Larry had meant by [[getting the husband out]] of the way, things started to get really difficult for you.

You held the trigger down for a full four seconds, filling the air with yellow streaks of heated plasma that struck the transport. It wasn’t going to do much, at least not as far as incapacitating the vehicle itself, but all you needed to do was direct your fire to what you assumed was the driver’s seat and it would be enough to cause him to slow down or turn away. No matter who you were or how well made your armor was, when your display or windscreen started to get peppered with plasma bolts, you worried about it and tried to shift the fire away from you. \n\nSure enough, the driver of the transport saw your rounds getting closer and closer to his position and he suddenly swung the vehicle to his left, putting the bulk of the transport between him and your shots. It was all you could hope for at the moment and now that you had his attention, you quickly shifted to the rear and lower portion of the vehicle as Cindy drove into the village for a quick pick up of your crew. If you were lucky you could either puncture a tread, or if not a tread then at least do some minor damage to the drive shaft slowing it down even more. A really good shot and you might be able to hit the back of the vehicle, which was generally less armored and possibly put a round into it, making anyone in the transport start to have second and third thoughts about getting out of the bulky beast. \n\nYou saw another incendiary round going off, far short of where you were and while Cindy may not be the world’s best pilot of the vehicle, when you were able to go in a straight line all you worried about was speed, and she was not the least bit concerned about using as much speed as possible. And you? Well, you were more than happy to fire off another burst from the turret, seeing how you had enough range to hit the transport for a third time, this time actually seeing a small flame starting to form on one of the treads. It may not be enough to really damage the vehicle overall, but it [[was enough to make]] you feel better.

“So, you do have some spirit in you after all.” Alice says approving of Tracy’s reaction. “Well, let’s see how long that lasts.” \n\nYou can’t really tell what sort of whip she pulled out to use. It wasn’t a bullwhip, it wasn’t long enough. But it wasn’t a riding crop either as it had a little too much give to it. But whatever the type of whip it was, she knew how to use it like an expert and you were the one that got hit with it first. The end of the whip was painful as it landed against your body. Even though you were wearing a piece of cloth it didn’t do much to prevent the pain. \n\nThe next three hits of the whip landed on exposed skin. Two of them on your exposed arms, and one on your exposed thigh. You could still feel the sting of the whip and tried to break free of your bonds and yell at her, only to be muffled and unable to get away from the wall as she turned and gave Tracy a couple of quick hits with the whip. \n\nYou thought your reaction was ‘natural’ to being hit; Tracy’s on the other hand completely went out of control. She saw the woman treating her as badly as she would have treated Poppy and there was no way in hell that Tracy was going to allow a woman like this anywhere near her puppy. Tracy actually shocked you by how much she fought against her restraints and the volume of [[her yells at the woman that]] were muffled, but not exactly screams of pain. \n\n

Normally it would have been seen as “bad form” to jump from one ship to the other without saying anything to anyone. Normally. But in your current profession as a slave-trader, there was nothing “normal” about it. Once you got the offer to pilot another ship, it wasn’t exactly up to you but the Slavers’ guild to make the final decision. You had wanted to stay aboard your old ship because you at least knew how it handled at this point. But when the guild says jump, you don’t even bother asking how high, you just jump. \n<<set $ctc = "trader">> <<set $trader = "rook">>\nYet, it wasn’t all bad. Okay, sure you had to prove yourself all over again, and you had to familiarize yourself with an entirely new ship and find that right combinations of controls to alter the thrust ratios to your liking. But that was simply an aspect of your training and would have been true with any ship, even your old one after making any modifications. It was simply a matter of time to get used to a particular thruster being off a few degrees, or the ratio of that thruster being three percent higher or lower than another thruster on that side of the ship. None of this actually bothered you that much. \n<<set $trad = "good">>\nWhat did bother you was the fact that you had to accept the job because you didn’t have a choice in the matter. It was one thing to step off of a ship and look for a job because you didn’t like your old crew or that someone had died. Most crews would break up after a death and would join another crew as a small pair, or if they were lucky in the matter they could at least know [[which ship a friend was on]].

Only once you got to the beach, you learned a lot more information than you ever would have expected. It was bad enough that you had to borrow a bathing suit from Lucy, one that was a little too small for you to really wear out in public. \n[img[z/37.JPG]]\nLarry hadn’t really been invited along, but more or less invited himself and by extension invited you, in order to get more information from one of the port supervisors about what sort of ships were coming in or had gone out over the last few days. You were quickly learning that Larry’s main purpose of friendly ‘pick-up games’ was more or less a way to gain information that could help the captain better plan on what cargo contracts to accept and what sort of [[timetable to work with in demanding payment]]. \n\n

To say that they were trying to hump a man on the dance floor would be completely out of the question. They both had much more restraint than that. At least it appeared as if they had much more restraint than that from a distance. But as soon as the dance was over, and either one of them felt like there might be ‘potential’ with a guy, he would join you at the table as they sat in his lap and enjoyed the free drinks they were getting as well as the blatant attention they were getting as well. \n<<set $smugresult = "right kelly">>\nThe only one at the table who was still on their own was you. And as the evening moved along, both Becky and Lucy made it perfectly clear that you had two choices. Either you could go back to the ship, and not wait up for them to return, nor ask them about their evenings when they did. Or you could finally break down and find your own man and join “the party” after all. There was no third choice to pick from. \n\nAnd since this was supposed to be a night out to show that you were part of the crew, and that you were trying to fit in with the group, you found yourself reluctantly accepting a man’s offer to dance, and then joining him back at the table to join the rest of you. But you weren’t going quite as far as Lucy or Becky was going. You were still sitting in your own seat and not in the man’s lap, but he was sitting next to you and had his arm over your shoulder as he got to ‘meet’ everyone at the table. \n\n“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to find a little more privacy.” Lucy suddenly says to the whole table. “[[Anyone happen to have a hotel room]]?”

“Good for her.” He whispers against your ear. “She might enjoy it for once. Now, speaking of sucking dick, get on your knees honey. It’s time for you to get to work.” \n\nIt had been a long shot from the start. But you had hoped that being told what was going to happen to his wife would annoy him. Only he was clearly perfectly fine with the whole thing from the start, just as you thought he would be. And it was clear from the way he whispered against your ear that if you continued to try to make him mad with jealousy, it was only going to make him that much more aroused. You were just starting to resign yourself to what was clearly the [[inevitable when he said his]] last sentence against your ear. \n\n

----------\n“Look.” You tell her. “I’m just not gay. Okay?”\n\n<<pink>>“He doeth protest too much.”<</pink>> Eve misquotes the old saying. <<pink>>“My god, would you just admit it for once? I don’t mean to the whole world, I get that. But between you and me, just say it. I bet you would feel a lot better if you do. Just say it, one time and see how it feels.” <</pink>>\n\n“No, absolutely not.” You continue to protest. “I’m not gay.” \n\n<<pink>>“Come on, James.”<</pink>> Eve continues. <<pink>>“There’s no need to get upset about it. Plenty of people are gay and enjoy it. Look at Joe for example. He’s perfectly fine with it, and he is a hell of a lot happier in life than you are. And tell me something, Mr.-I’m-not-gay, who was sucking a dick just last night? I know that Joe wasn’t, but you sure as hell were. So out of the last three weeks, who has been with more men? You or Joe?” <</pink>>\n\n“That isn’t the point.” You felt like yelling at her. “Joe is just naturally geared that way, I’m not.”\n\n<<pink>>“But you want to be, don’t you?”<</pink>> Eve quickly responds. <<pink>>“Just look at your history and tell me that you aren’t. You go to work as a spy and what’s the first thing you do? You work on your cover story as a young man who sleeps around with women so that you could impress your bosses. Tell me something. Why was it so important that you established yourself as a ‘real man’ instead of a ‘hard worker’? Were you trying [[to hide something from yourself]]?” <</pink>>

And it wasn’t just his pelvis slapping your ass that you felt. It was the way that his hard cock was forcing your asshole to stretch wider than you had originally thought you were stretched. Now that you had the “full force” of feeling, you simply couldn’t stand the amount of torture you felt and started to plead for him to ease up and slow down. But the more you protested, the harder his thrusts became. Clearly the only way to get him to ease up at all was to be as silent as possible. \n\nSo you started to bite on the pillow to muffle your protests as you felt the rounded head of his hard dick driven deep inside of your asshole. As much as your little ‘pucker’ protested being stretched, your insides felt like they were being ripped apart by his large dick going into you as deep as possible. You don’t know when you started to tear up, but as soon as the first tear ran down your cheek, it was joined by a lot more in rapid order. You didn’t know how it was possible for a female to ever enjoy having anal sex with the way it was hurting you. \n\nBut that wasn’t exactly true, either. You recalled that young overweight girl had gotten used to having anal sex and actually started to enjoy it. It took a few tries, but with a little bit of patience and her being a little too eager to please you in bed in hopes of “catching” a young man on the rise as a husband, she had been willing to have anal sex quite a few times. And by the time that you had broken the relationship off because she was getting a little too emotionally attached for your comfort, you knew that she had several orgasms from being fucked in the ass by you as a man. So, no. No matter how much you tried to protest that it hurt, you knew from experience that when you got used to being [[penetrated that you would eventually start to]] enjoy it yourself.

“The Congo, huh?” B asks. “You really do want to get the fuck out of here, don’t you?” \n\n“Yes.” You say. “I do.” \n\n“But why the Congo?” She asks you. “I can see the States, but the Congo? You are asking for trouble if you go there.” \n\n“I know it’s risky.” You tell her. “But nobody will look for me there.” \n\n“No shit.” She replies. “They don’t look for anyone in the Congo. Why should they?” \n\nShe had a valid point. People trying to sneak into the Congo territories were a rare thing. Between the People’s Republic and the Free States, going into the Congo was viewed as being insane. But the truth was the Congo and the States were on somewhat “good terms” with each other at the moment. If it wasn’t for the Congo’s help to end the plague in the States? Well, that might be different because of the dramatic difference in views about slavery. But the States might not be as eager to keep discussing the “slavery issue” while being grateful for the medical assistance in ending the plague. \n\nGoing to the Congo also gave you a quick and easy way to get into the States, although it was risky. If you joined the “slavers guild” when you got there, they would eventually sign you up for a crew that would cross over into the States territory. From that point on, all you had to do was simply “mysteriously disappear” when planet-side, and avoid the authorities. Actually, avoid the authorities as a slaver, but turn yourself over to them as a [[spy looking for help]].

What were you doing? You had signed up for this sort of thing, knowing that it was the worst sort of job to do. And yet, despite wanting to speak out and say something to the captain you don’t. You don’t know why you keep your mouth closed, but you do. Even when you stood next to the captain and did a head count of the people captured during the raid you simply confirmed the number for him and didn’t mention the little boy at all. The captain keyed his mic and summoned the small vehicle that was going to take the crew and the captured slaves back to the ship. \n\nYou watched as they were picked up and tossed into the back of the vehicle like cardboard. Nobody was gentle, nobody really cared about the people, and you saw a few of your crew members taking liberties by groping the bound and unconscious females before putting them in the vehicle. You were starting to form a real conscious of your own at the moment and you were feeling the urge to say something about what was going on. \n\nBut there was a heated debate going on between the captain and the medic at the moment, and you were too far away to really hear what was being said to each other. But you could tell by their body language that it was not a conversation that you really wanted to “overhear” because the longer it went on the more pissed off the captain got. You watched, stunned like a few of your other crewmembers as the captain actually slapped the medic to shut him up, then reached into the back of the vehicle and grab the small boy and shot him on the spot with his plasma pistol, killing him before anyone could [[say anything to stop him]].

--------------------\n<<pink>> “Oh stop being such a fucking baby.” <</pink>> Eve instantly says as you start to sleep. <<pink>> “What were you going to do? Stand there and do nothing and get shot? You can get yourself killed, but you sure as hell aren’t going to get me killed in the process.”<</pink>>\n\nYou didn’t want to talk to her. Not now. Not as pissed off as you were at the fact that Eve had been the one that had forced the whole issue. There was no way in hell you were going to say anything at all to her. Never again. As far as you were concerned the two of you were done with each other. Only Eve wasn’t going to let you ignore her for long. She had her own ways of getting your attention when she wanted it.\n\nInstantly you saw an image in your mind. An image that most people would have thought of as being “normal”, but given your unique situation it was one that completely shocked you. You saw yourself as a male, standing over a baby crib looking down at your son. Your wife was standing next to you. Only you had never been married, didn’t have any kids, and you couldn’t even begin to understand how it was possible for you to marry Eve knowing that in order to be a man again you would have to kill her body. \n\n<<pink>> “That isn’t true.” <</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>> “If you can get to your clone, you can have sex with it and get me pregnant with your own child. You could then imprint your [[mind on the baby and I can]] still be alive.” <</pink>>

“Tracy!” Dave snaps as you put the bowl down. \n\n“Yes, sir.” You hear her soft whisper. \n\n“When you are done, you and Hilda report to room 12.” He tells her. \n\n“Yes, sir.” Tracy says. \n\nYou look over at Hilda and see the look of resignation on her face. You didn’t know what the significance of room 12 was, but you could tell from the way Hilda reacted that it wasn’t anything that you wanted to know. But after everyone was finished with their breakfast, the two of them cleaned their plates from the table and headed out of the door without saying a word. You did notice that Hilda was holding Tracy’s hand. Not quite holding her hand for support, but more or less to hold her hand to direct her to the room she had been ordered to go to. \n\nThere was no way to deny the fact that you wanted to spend some time with someone, if only to get a little bit of information. But sadly, you still had your own issues to deal with and had to keep up with your own orders. So, you kept your mouth shut as you applied makeup and styled the hair of the “guest entertainers” and went about your day as much as possible. You did notice the fact that your only people you helped to “make pretty” were the females, but that didn’t really bother you that much as you knew that Vicky would be dealing with the males in the room across the hall. In fact, every time that the door opened up you could see a rather long line of men hanging by the door waiting to be shaved or in some cases have makeup [[put on their faces]].

A big huge party and you were forced to work together with Tracy. The two least experienced concubines who had strict orders about who could and could not touch them would only make things more difficult. The fact that you were supposed to be dressed up as a pair of ‘newly acquired girls’ didn’t really help either. The torn robes, the orders to keep your hair matted or uncombed for the day, no makeup at all, and a few minutes of smearing dirt on your faces and bodies didn’t help either. \n\nNo, being dragged to the party in a pair of handcuffs linked together by a chain might have helped the ‘illusion’ of being freshly captured. But it did nothing as far as making either you or Tracy feel at all comfortable about what you might have to endure during the evening. It also didn’t help that you weren’t joining the ‘main party’ at all, but shuffled off to a small room to the side and left handcuffed to the wall of what appeared to be a makeshift dungeon in an odd way. \n\nThe walls were bare stone, with a single overhead light that was far too bright and a pathetic looking cot on one side of the room. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the other ‘pieces of furniture’ didn’t help make you feel better either. One large couch, which was obviously not to be used by you and Tracy, and one small rack of items that you couldn’t see because of the piece of cloth that was draped over it. But what you could tell was that the rack had some rather large items of various sizes judging by the way that the cloth [[hung unevenly over it all]]. \n\n

It’s strange to think that you were the one that was supposed to be breaching the door to this house. You weren’t really what you would call experienced in capturing slaves, and while it was technically simply storming a building and using your weapons to knock someone out, it wasn’t always that easy. These frontier homes tended to be heavily armed compared to most homes. Not with anything military grade or fortified to hold off an army of soldiers. But as far as the concept of “frontier justice” was concerned, as long as you could pay for the weapon you could have it. \n\nSo there you were, ready to kick in the door, storm into the building, not even aiming so much as blindly firing at the first thing you see. Yet, all it would take is one person paying attention and your ship could have been spotted entering the atmosphere, or someone on the crew making too much noise, or simply some frontier asshole staying up late cleaning his weapon because he had nothing else to do. Well, it really just boiled down to who had the fastest reflexes and who was ready for what. \n\nAnd yet, you couldn’t move. Every fiber in your body was vibrating with anticipation to get it over with. The risk was one thing, but the wait was something that felt like torture. But you had to wait. You had to give your other crewmembers time to get to their assigned doors and even then you still had to wait until the captain gave the order. One second too soon and the alarm could go up, one second too late and you could be facing a pissed off asshole with a gun large [[enough to rip your body]] in two.

--------------------\n<<pink>>“So, let me get this right.” <</pink>> A voice pestered you. <<pink>>“You go around and suck dick and get fucked and what do you have to show for it? Huh? I thought you were going to sleep your way to the top of the chain, not [[fuck your way to the basement]].” <</pink>>\n-------------------

Clearly “B” was in charge as Chuck headed back to the front of the store. But you noticed the professionalism in the way that he moved. He not only carefully searched you for weapons earlier, but actually took the time and effort to walk behind “B” so that she could keep the gun pointed at you. A gun that she did not seem the least bit tired of holding nor was she having any difficulty keeping it pointed at what had to be a spot just above the bridge of your nose. \n\n“Okay, honey. It’s just us girls.” She says. “Go ahead and take off that outfit and toss it in the recycler. I’m not going to risk you wearing a hidden pickup.” \n\n“I don’t have anything else to wear.” You tell her, but slowly take off the vest-jacket. “And I got paperwork and cash to pay for a new passport in the pocket.” \n\n“Slowly take it out and put it on the floor, then toss everything in the recycler.” She tells you. “Don’t worry about clothes. If you life long enough to need them, [[they will be provided]].”

“Well then. It’s only fair that we all share.” He says as he stands up in front of you. “So, tight-ass, jerk me off and share some strawberries with cumslut.”\n\nYou were about to protest and say something, but the look Hilda gave you kept you quiet as she got onto her knees and started to unzip his pants. It didn’t take long for her to ease his dick out of his pants and use one hand to stroke his cock while she held the small plate of strawberry with her other hand. And you had to endure Jason’s hands on your breast and ass as he kissed you while Hilda got to work on his dick. \n\nFor the most part, you wouldn’t really think anything about the man in general. Roughly 50 years old or so, pretty much average height and weight. He did have a small scar above his left eye that went upward to his hairline, but it wasn’t a large one that made him look dangerous or anything. And generally speaking, it kind of added a little bit of “character” to his otherwise plain face. He wasn’t really handsome, nor was he unattractive, he just ‘was’. The only really way to describe him as a person was ‘just average’ and that was it. \n\nBut what he did have was something you didn’t like at all, at least not on a personal level and obviously neither did Eve after being exposed to it. And that was a dick that still had the foreskin attached. It bothered you seeing the way that Hilda’s hand caused the foreskin to roll over the head of his cock and then roll back away from it as she jerked him off in front of you. But as much as you hated to be forced to stand there being groped by the man, you were thankful that you weren’t the [[one that was forced to jerk]] him off.

But you had been able to get through the patrol, and while you were pretty sure that your ship might not have passed an “official inspection”, it was clearly obvious that you had passed the “unofficial inspection” and been allowed to land. The cargo was quickly unloaded and you were simply relaxing on your bed and trying to decide what to do when the captain knocked on the door and stepped into your room. \n<<set $fuk += 1>> <<set $con += 1>> \n“Uh, Eve, I hate to do this to you.” He says as he sits down. “But, we have to part ways. The bulletin just came in for your arrest. Look, I don’t care what you did to piss off the Feds, but that is our next port of call. It will be safer for us, not to mention you, if you aren’t aboard the ship. It doesn’t matter to me, you understand. I’m just trying to look out for you. If they boarded us and saw you as part of the crew…” \n<<set $impress = "very dependable">> <<set $trust = "easily">>\n“Yeah, I get it.” You say. “It will make things difficult for everyone.” \n<<set $expect = "cute but in need of a bit more learning">>\n“That’s what I was thinking.” He says. “Look, if you need a recommendation from a captain to get on with another ship, I will be happy to give you one. Hell, you really learned a lot about making repairs, and any crew would be better off with you. Honestly. If it wasn’t for going to Fed held territory, I would beg you to stay. But the stakes are a little too high for my comfort, and I’m [[pretty sure for your comfort]] as well.”

Now that he was, the signals were so confusing you didn’t know how to react to it all. A part of you was still the same male that would never have thought about this sort of thing before. You wanted to shove him away from you and tell him to never touch you again. A feeling that was actually multiplied by the way your crotch hurt with his cock inside of you. \n<<set $fuk += 5>> <<set $cpie += 2>> <<set $con += 3>> \nBut you body simply refused to offer the slightest bit of resistance to the sensations you were feeling. It actually felt good to you, better as a female than as a male, that much was clear. If the pain wasn’t an issue you might have been able to actually have a climax of your own. But the pain dulled things too much your first time and for just one brief moment you felt the heat of his cum coating your inner thighs after he pulled out of you. Only to be washed away by the hot water of the shower itself. It took three days for your vagina to feel comfortable enough with trying to have sex again, and you enjoyed it even more the second time, despite the discomfort you felt. Of course, it was made even more intense when you heard him grunt and he slammed his cock deep inside of you and [[unleashed a massive]] wad of cum. \n\n

“Uh, what? I’m sorry.” You say. \n\n<<pink>>“Get up and get dressed, dear. It’s over with.” <</pink>>Eve says. \n\n“What?” You reply. \n\n<<pink>>“Get up, darling. It’s time to go. Just grab your clothes and put them on as [[we head back to the space]] port. Come on.” <</pink>>Eve says. \n------------------\n

The door simply wouldn’t budge. You tried it a second time, and again the door withstood your attempt to kick it in without even getting a scratch. \n\n“Mother fucker” You said to the door.\n\nNow things were starting to get really fucked up. You couldn’t stand there all night trying to kick the door over and over. You had to do something and you had to do it soon. The longer you were delayed getting into the house the more time the people inside of it had to get armed or call the authorities to report the raiding party. You had to do something and you had to do it sooner rather than later. The only issue was, you didn’t really have time to think about it, simply count on your training to get you through the problem. \n\nOnly your training involved doing something that you were not the least bit comfortable with. Tossing a grenade through a window blindly was not something that you really wanted to do without knowing who was on the other side. But while you were mentally debating on if you wanted to toss the grenade or not, your hands had already pulled one off of your belt had had pulled the pin. You realized that your only option at this point was to toss the grenade and hope for the best or have it blow up in your hand, [[probably killing you were you stood]]. \n\n

Maybe when all is said and done, and of course after reporting to your own political masters, you should start to look into being a pilot for a passenger ship or cargo crew. There was something about being a pilot that you really did enjoy. It was a pretty easy job, at least on a physical level it was a pretty easy job. But the thing that you loved more than anything else about being a pilot was just how much a ‘part of the ship’ you really were while on duty. \n\nYou could easily access any sort of readout you wanted to look up with the simple push of a button or the turning of a dial. How much thrust was in a set of engines, or an individual engine, at the quickest glance could tell you if you were going to be landing in the more traditional ‘tail-first’ sort of approach. Or if you wanted to keep them all balanced just right, you could do a more dangerous ‘up-down’ approach. Of if you could find just the right terrain to land on, you could even bring the ship in for a ‘glide’ approach, by-pass the hydraulic struts completely and use the treads for a ‘wheeled’ landing. The possibilities were limited, but kept things completely interesting. \n\nOf if you weren’t interested in how you landed the ship, a quick swipe of a finger could alter your displays and show you the roll, the pitch, the “slide” of the ship in both space and in atmosphere. You could easily send the ship into a spin like a top and still keep traveling in a ’straight line’ as you spun around. Provided of course that nobody else on the ship get sick from such a wild maneuver on your part. But with all the readouts, most of which were down to the .001%, you could easily picture the position of the ship in space and the [[air inside of your head]].

Again, you were not sure why Eve couldn’t access her own memories. After all, she was still 18 years old and those memories should be firmly secured in her long term memory parts of her brain. Or were they? You had to do a lot of compromising in order to make the mindgraft work in such a short amount of time. You had willingly emptied most of your own long term memory because trying to stuff 20 some odd years of growing up into Eve’s young mind would have driven both of you insane. But in the process, you had also given up a lot of things that made you the person you were. Or at least as far as remembering them and knowing that was why you were the person you were. \n<<set $gbang += 1>><<set $rape += 1>>\nBut for Eve that should have been a ‘given’, at least as far as her memories were concerned. You might not be able to access them because like all humans a simple scent or piece of music should have triggered a long forgotten memory. But obviously that only happened when you could actually control the way the brain recalled memories by associating them with something else. So, the fact that Eve couldn’t recall most of her own childhood was a little disturbing. \n\nAnd yet, in a way it wasn’t. You had tried to cram a lot of information into her head during the mindgraft in hopes that you would be able to count on it at some point in the future. Well, that was the hope at least. But it hadn’t exactly worked properly either because of the computer error. You knew that Eve had the concept of how to pilot a spaceship, or use a weapon or even use her hands and feet for unarmed combat. But she didn’t have the actual experience or training to do it properly. You could see the way the move was supposed to happen in your mind, but when you tried to physically do it, [[the results were somewhat comical to]] watch.

The biggest “bully” in the class you got even one day in weapons training by distracting him with your concussion pistol in hand as you “adjusted your bra”. It was an accident that it went off in your hand as you were adjusting yourself, but a concussion shot to the head at short range not only instantly knocked him out, but as he fell he hit his head on the small shelf that you were supposed to keep your weapon when not being used. The resulting scar on his forehead actually gave him a bit of “character” to hide his natural “boyish good looks” but he never really forgave you for it. \n\nBut there was an aspect of studying in the guild that you weren’t exactly comfortable with and that was what to do with someone who had apparently failed the course and was about to be shipped off into slavery. It was one of the laws that had bothered you when you found out about it, but because she was failing you had no choice but to join your classmates as you gang-raped her all night before shipping her off. Being a female yourself, you weren’t actually able to do much to her other than having her licking your clit. But it was extremely arousing to you as you watched her taking two or three cocks at once, despite her protests. And yet, watching her licking your clit for the fourth time of the night as she was fucked in the ass was something that made you cum all over her face with what had to be the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had in your life, even as a male. \n\nNo wonder women tended to be vocal when they climaxed. The sensation you felt was so overwhelming that you simply had to stay were where you and move just a few inches away from her face as she was turned to the side to suck on yet another cock. But you needed a few seconds to recover from the intense explosion in your crotch and gather your wits about you for a moment before you could actually move again. Why you were so turned on while you were taking part of the gang-rape you can’t tell, but you were still aroused even when they cuffed her hands behind her back, gagged her, branded the “S” on her back and prepared [[her for sending to the port]].

You heard the hydraulic hissing sound as the hound’s front leg started to slowly rise upwards towards the button to open the door. You had no choice in the matter; you had to make a mad dash through the door that the hound had just walked through in order to get away. You didn’t even think about it as you took off running as fast as possible to the doorway. \n[img[z/zan.JPG]]\nBut you never made it. It wasn’t the hound in the cargo bay that got you; it was the second one that had positioned itself in the hallway. As soon as you made movement, the heavy weapon on the turret opened fire.\n\nLook at your [[final stats]].

But the airlock finally started to open and you saw the two men coming aboard the ship through a small tube that would have collapsed under the weight of one man, but thanks to the weightlessness of space was perfectly safe. Well, safe as long as the seals were secure. You waited until they had stepped through the outer door to the airlock and closed it behind them before opening the inner door.\n\n“Who are you?” The older one says right away. \n\n“My name is Eve.” You tell him. “The captain has asked me to show you gentlemen to the room.” \n\n“Ah.” He says. “So, where’s Kelly?” \n\n“Uh, Kelly is busy at the moment doing some delicate repairs.” You inform him. “She’ll be along after she is finished and has time to clean up. But I’ve been informed to take you to her room.” \n\nThere is a disturbing silence as you walk the men to Kelly’s room. You noticed that the younger of the two men seemed to be enjoying the view as he followed you. Of course, wearing a small pair of shorts and a thin tank-top would have made for a good showing of Eve’s body under any conditions, on the ship however it was mostly for comfort and modesty and not for fashion. The temperature and humidity were all controlled to the point were everyone was comfortable, even if they were completely nude. You knew that most of the crew would sleep in the nude, and you had done it a few times yourself. But it had been so long since you had worn long pants or a “real” shirt, it was somewhat second nature at this point to forget about the amount of skin a [[stranger might be]] able to see.

If that wasn’t enough, Joe continued to pump his cock inside of our vagina through the whole thing. Each time that you thought you were going to get yourself back under control, his dick would move again and cause you to continue feeling the same way. You couldn’t believe that you were having a climax that felt like it wouldn’t stop, although it only lasted less than a minute. But it was a minute of pure pleasure for you in a way you had never felt before. \n\nAnd then it was over. Not your climax, or at least not the way you felt after your climax had started to subside. No, it was over in the sense that Joe’s hard dick was no longer being pumped inside of you. Although you were slightly happy to not feel so deeply penetrated by his cock, you did kind of miss the sensations he was able to get from you by being inside of you. And yet, it became crystal clear exactly why he had slipped his cock out of your vagina as he got onto the bed under you and gently used a hand to lower your lips back down to his still hard cock. \n\nYou might have normally resisted any effort by a man to put his hard dick into your mouth if it wasn’t for one thing. His cock was clearly coated in a slightly glistening sheen of your vaginal juices. It was the first time that you had been able to smell your own juices after a climax and it was like honey in your noise. And since you had been fantasizing about Eve, or yourself, it was hard to tell the two apart at times, your mouth was more than willing to enjoy the [[taste of your climax on your tongue]]. \n\n

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Being paired with Scott was a natural choice for the captain to make. His size and experience would easily make up for your lack of size and lack of experience. This was Scott’s thirtieth raid and only your second. As much as you wanted to just grab him and take him off into the dark corner of the village and ravage him, you were thankful to have him near you as you stood next to the door waiting for the signal to breach the building. \n\nYou heard the signal over your headset and nodded to Scott who actually grinned and gave you a quick wink as he thumbed the detonator that set off the charge that easily ripped the door apart. You watched him turn the corner to storm the building before the smoke had cleared and was shocked at the noise that came out of the room when he stepped into it. \n\nThings went from great to horribly wrong in just seconds. Somehow the authorities had gotten wind of your plans and laid an ambush for you. You saw Scott’s figure being forced backward out of the doorway as multiple blasts of red plasma ripped through his body. Your headset came alive with screams from several crew members and you could hear your navigator giving the command to [[scatter and rally at the ship]].

You were starting to really wonder just how you would have felt about the whole thing in general when Kelly grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the bed. You instantly started to struggle to get away from her as you had no desire at all to be a part of what was going on, but Kelly had other thoughts on her mind. You felt her prying your mouth open as the two officers pointed their cocks at your face and they rubbed the small “release mechanism” on their rings. \n\nThe amount of semen that they unleashed inside your open mouth was overwhelming. You had seen several vids of this sort of thing and always found them highly arousing but you never thought that you would end up being the “bucket” of such an event. You couldn’t avoid any of their cum as Kelly kept your mouth pried open, and yet you didn’t want to swallow any of the foul liquid either. Yet, due to the sheer volume and how fast your mouth filled up it was hard to avoid at least being able to taste the [[mixture of semen on your tongue]]. \n\n

Lucas McKay was a good choice. A slightly older man and a father of four, he would have been an ideal cover for you to hide from the military. A family man, on his way home to rejoin his wife and kids after a successful meeting? What more could you want. A little sob story about being away from home for so long, a little song-and-dance about how you are looking forward to seeing the kids again, and you would be home free. \n\nIt didn’t hurt that Lucas wasn’t particularly bright, at least not by judging his IQ rating. But his bank account on the other hand showed that he had paid for his ticket in one lump sum instead of the over-time payment. So, maybe having access to the “company account” could come in handy in the long run. Besides, by the time that the company bank account posted the ticket to the next call of port, you would already be on your way and probably been able to make a sizeable withdrawal of funds yourself. \n\nYou just wished that you had more time to set the stasis pods properly. The version of pods on this ship weren’t really designed to do a complete graft and it was costing you valuable time trying to program the computer to accept the parameters you were setting up. At this rate you would have to be willing to sacrifice some of your own personal long-term memories simply to do the graft in time to avoid detection. You figured that your childhood as an orphan and most of your school years was worth losing in the transfer. You just hoped that you didn’t lose too much. The one thing that you sure of was that the last five or six years of knowledge you could easily keep. It would allow you to at least complete your mission; you just didn’t know how much of the graft would take under the [[current configuration and equipment]].

Eve Jones. <<print $age>> year old female with large natural DD breasts. Good looking but not especially attractive. \n[img[z/zo.jpg]]\nYou are: dead.\nYou have: died.\nYou have: not survived. \nFederation status: Gave up looking for you after two years.\nUnion status: Never heard of you.\nCongo status: Never heard of you.\nStates status: Write you off as killed in action after two years.\n\n\nMasculine: 0 %\nFeminine: 0 %\n\nPiloting skill: 0\nShooting skill: 0\nBribery skill: 0\nComputer skill: 0\nMedical skill: 0\nFighting skill: 0\n\nYour oral skills are: none\nYour vaginal skills are: none\nYou anal skills are: none\n\nYou can not suck cocks.\nYou can not be fucked.\nYou can not have anal sex.\nYou have useless hands. \nYou can not be raped. \nYou can not be in threesomes. \nYou can not be in orgies. \nYou can not be in gangbangs. \nYou can not see porn-vids of you available to purchase. \n\nPeople see you as: dead\nPeople can trust you to stay dead. \nPeople think you are: dead\n\nLooks like you might want to play again. Sometimes, the options don't end up the way you think. For example, if you are dead because your engines failed or your crew never showed up, try again. It is a 50/50 chance that the results will be different the next time you play [[Universal Spy]]

The Free People’s Conglomerate, also known as “The Congo” or simply “Congo”, is a faction that has a weak military but highly advanced technology and a highly educated population. From birth until death, the main purposes of the general population are to have a higher education, serve the “betterment of mankind” and other jobs that rely heavily on research or study. This results in a population that is very well educated, but not always in the best of shape. Education is almost more important than family bonds. Family members will spend generations studying and researching the same project, making most “discoveries“ family owned rather than governmentally owned. \n\nThe population is not seen as ‘very loving’ because of the pursuit of higher learning. Most “Congo” people are seen as indifferent or uncaring. Yet, despite their lack of desire to keep their bodies in shape like their minds, they range from “average humans to overweight”. If not for their technological advances in medical and health care, they would have a high mortality rate around their 60’s-70’s. Yet, the average “Congo” life expectancy is roughly 140-150 years old. The ‘average family’ consists of the Head of the house (mother or father, whoever has the higher education), the care-giver (oldest child) and normally four children, sometimes more. The “family” is important to the average “Congo”, but not nearly as important as education and IQ. Yet, despite their outward appearance of being uncaring or indifferent, it is common to see children growing up and taking care of grandparents in the same house. Some households have as many as three or four generations sharing the same house, often ignoring the overcrowding that results from it. \n\nMost of the people in the Free People’s Conglomerate have been highly educated and they are sought all over the universe as private instructors and scientists. However, they are never fully “trusted” outside of their home territories and are often watched closely for the first sign of “trouble” before being sent back home. However, their education does give the average “Congo” a free pass to cross borders between factions as long as they are accompanied by two or three “police officers” in the process. These “police officers” are usually “Intelligence agents” that are keeping track of the people who meet them at the borders. Most of the “Congo” is involved in some sort of science or medical project for the government or companies.\n\nSlavery is legal in the Free People’s Conglomerate, normally with little to no regard to the slave in question. Most slaves are used for manual labor, such as farming, trash collection, sewer cleaning and repair. It is common to see a “gardener” with a large “S” branded onto his or her back. Slave trading in the “Congo” is a highly profitable job, which will tempt them to cross borders to kidnap people and sell into slavery. The life of a slave in the “Gongo” territories averages 5 years before being maimed or killed. Killing a slave in the Congo is often unpunished. Female slaves in the Congo could be sold to brothels or kept as “breeders”, or in worse case situations used for human experiments without consent of the slave. “DBE” or “Death by Experiment” has killed more Congo slaves than anything else in the history of the faction. However like most “highly educated” societies, their “underground” (criminal element or black market) is not very profitable and is not a major problem. The Free People’s Conglomerate has “State Police”. The “State Police” act both as a “local agency“ and a “national agency“. While the “death penalty“ is uncommon, being sentenced to “Slavery for life“ is very common. Since the average lifespan of a slave is only five years, it is just as effective as the death penalty. \n\n<<back>>

<<pink>>“Bullshit!”<</pink>> Eve yells. <<pink>>“You fucking liar. Don’t you dare stand there and tell me that you didn’t enjoy yourself. I felt you getting horny watching the two of us fucking. Why the hell do you think I came so much in the first place? I felt you getting horny in my head watching us fuck, and it multiplied the way I felt about it. It was too much for me to take, and I busted like a dam. So don’t stand there and tell me that you didn’t have fun.” <</pink>>\n[img[z/57.JPG]]\n“That isn’t what I said.” You admit. “Yes, I did kind of enjoy it. But like watching a really hot vid or something. I just have a problem with [[another guy shooting his load all]] over my face. I’m not into that sort of thing.”\n\n

You sat in the chair in the small medical bay as the medic finally took the time to look over your hand and do a proper job of doing the stitches. Say what you will about hating his attitude as a person in general, when it came to knowing his business as a medic, he was damn good at it. You thanked him, mostly because your hand was still numb and you didn’t feel anything when he put the stitches in, and finally made your way up to the bridge to start the take-off procedure. Of course, the captain simply had to chew you out for delaying the take-off, and how you would have been better off staying by the ship in the first place. \n\nAnd that was how your ride back to the spaceport was like. You were constantly being jumped on for every small little error. Nobody was taking the time to actually “teach you” anything at all. You were a nobody, a waste of space, only good for two things, and one of those things was making a complete fuck-up of everything. The other thing was not being able to fix your fuck-ups in the first place. \n\nThe only good thing that you had going for you on the way back was the fact that at least the captain didn’t seem to be the slightest bit interested in spending any time with you anymore. You were grateful for that because of the fact that you simply didn’t want to deal with trying to be sexual with the same man that would jump all over your case at the slightest provocation. \n\nOnce you got back to the spaceport, the captain took the captured slaves to the auction house to see what he could get for them. You stayed with the ship, knowing that you weren’t going to get any money because you didn’t capture anyone and you were stunned that the engineer and the navigator both came into your room while [[you were reading up on]] a few tech-manuals.

The only thing that was of any comfort to you at all at the moment was the fact that somewhere deep in your mind you knew that he was a “smaller than average” sized cock, and the ability to bite the bed sheets to keep your voice down. It wasn’t an effective gag, but it was enough to at least help keep you from screaming out as he pounded his cock into you. And that was the only sort of support you had at the moment. \n[img[z/c.gif]]\n“Here it comes baby.” He says between grunts. “I’m going to cum in that tight ass.”\n <<set $anal = "very tight">> <<set $anres = "pain">> \nYou hear him let out a loud throaty growl as he slams his cock inside of your ass one last time and unloads his deposit of hot semen inside of your ass. You wished that he had worn some form of protection, but obviously you couldn’t get pregnant through anal sex and he felt that he was allowed to go without one simply because he was the captain and nothing else. If he didn’t want to use protection he wasn’t [[going to and that was]] that.

But you had to do something to get rid of him, and the longer that you stayed with him the harder it was going to be to get away from him. You needed a hotel room, not to share with him, but to stay in. grafting yourself to a young girl was starting to become a bigger problem than you first thought it was going to be. What used to work to your advantage about having a young female around you was turning into one disadvantage after the other while you had a female’s body.\n\nIt was difficult engaging him in small talk as you had no idea who most of the people he was asking about really were. You tried to keep it a simple “doing okay” or a quick “about the same” when asked about people and places. The only good thing that was going for you at the moment was the time of day and the fact that you had only been on the planet for a few hours. It was easy to claim that you were simply tired or that you weren’t feeling “right” because of the stasis pod or decon. But it wasn’t going to last long, and that was especially true after you got to what was obviously his apartment. He clearly expected you to stay with him and that was the last thing you wanted to do at the moment. \n\nYou felt a little better as you told him that you were going to bed early and try to sleep off the “space fatigue”. But that wasn’t possible for long. You were in the bed for maybe twenty minutes after your shower, still awake but trying to sleep when he walked into the room and got undressed and under the covers with you. You couldn’t think of what to do when he pulled you towards him and gave you another kiss, only this time instead of simply kissing you; he was running his hands along your [[body as he did it]].

Being nice and letting you get “used” to his dick meant that you were forced to hold the heavy head of his cock on your tongue for a very long time. But at least you weren’t forced to move and he wasn’t trying to choke you with his dick. But you did wish that he would have shut the fuck up and not ordered you to keep looking up at him the entire time. You also wished that your mouth wouldn’t have reacted the way it did by building up a shockingly large amount of spittle in the back of your throat, forcing you to swallow it before you drowned in your own spit. \n[img[z/14.JPG]]\n“Now, this time, just let it slide into the back of your throat.” He says as he starts to apply more pressure to the back of your head. “That’s a good cumslut. Just a little more. Just a bit more. Now, [[hold it right]] there.” \n\n

Only Hank shocked you when he got to the other ship. He clearly saw the situation as well as you did and knew that there was going to be an increased risk of trying to breach the airlock of the other ship. With only a single hand signal he waved you to follow him as he moved along the ship, something that was taking far too long for you taste. But he found what he was looking for almost as soon as he rounded the upper corners of the ship. \n\nRight in front of you was the view ports for the bridge itself. You saw Hank reach for something on his waist, and then simple flicked something at the view ports. With the weightlessness of space, there really was no “throwing” involved as it would launch you off the ship as the momentum of your arm’s movement caused a reaction. But a simple flicking of your hand and then you could “toss” anything you wanted to as far as you wanted to. \n\nYou saw the two small objects approaching the view ports, then suddenly blossom in a silent green glob. The glob hit the view ports and within mere seconds you saw the acid eating its way through the thick material and metal frame. Almost immediately after you realized what he was up to, the acid had forced a crack in the view port, and from there a very impressive explosive decompression blew the view ports completely out. Now you had your way into the ship, one that was secured because anyone opening the bridge to see what was going on would only expose themselves to space, as well as made sure anyone on the bridge was killed in the vacuum of [[space and unable to call for any]] help. \n

Without a word, the officers quickly got dressed, walked out of the room and left Kelly to the task of getting your face cleaned as much as possible. It wasn’t until they were out of the room that Kelly stopped, sat up on the bed and actually helped you onto your feet and guided your stunned body over to the bathroom where you instantly bent over the toilet and started to hurl because of how much cum you had swallowed. \n\nThat old joke about it was better “going down than coming back up” was never more true than when it meant a stomach full of cum. Going down it had a slightly salty but sweet taste to it. It was creamy, almost like a rich cream you would have used to top some desert with, or used over as a mix into a drink. But coming back up, the same taste was stronger and it actually burned as you felt it moving through your throat. The human body was simply not designed to bring back up a creamy substance. \n\nBut Kelly was right there with you as you hurled and despite her actions earlier she actually tried to comfort you as you emptied your upset stomach. \n\n“I’m sorry, honey.” She says. “But the captain told me to do it. And while you might have had to put up with the ending, well it was better than having to put up with both of them inside of you at once. But we needed them to be distracted to move a few things around. They will report that they boarded us and found nothing illegal and move on without passing word to the [[other patrols to look]] for us.” \n\n

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“Then tell you want.” Brad says as he pulls almost out of you then rams his cock all the way back inside of your asshole again. “I’ll go get your puppy from the next room under one condition.” \n\n“Yes, master.” Tracy says. \n\n“You have to clean cumslut’s asshole of cum.” He says as again he repeats the process of pulling almost out of you before shoving his dick [[as far as possible inside of your]] asshole. \n\n

“No, no, no.” Jason suddenly says as he grabs your wrist. “Like this, you stupid cunt.” \n\nHe had his own belt to use, one that was much thicker in thickness and width. And with a sickening sound of leather meet wet skin as he brought his hand downward from close to his shoulder. Hilda’s reaction to your attempts had been pure silence and acceptance. But when Jason spanked her exposed vagina with the belt he was using, she screamed out in absolute pain. And while she couldn’t move her arms or legs, there was no doubt that she was trying to move away from both of you by the way she awkwardly attempted to roll onto her side. \n\n“Oh, no you don’t.” Jason calls out and gets on the bed near her head to pin her shoulders to the bed. “Now, cumslut. [[Smack the shit out of her pussy]]. Do it!” \n\n

Nobody was near you, nobody could see you, it would only take three seconds to turn the corner of the building and take off into the wilds, leaving your slave-trading crew in the dust. Hell, you could easily provide information to the authorities and turn the slavers in and rescue the cargo all at the same time. You had knowledge of not only where the ship was, but also where it was going. Just two minutes to get a patrol ship on the look out for the ship taking off and they would never be able to get away. Hell, if the patrols were quick enough they could easily disable the ship before it got beyond low-orbit of the planet. \n\nYou looked at the door and decided to: \n\nStep inside, your [[weapon ready to use if needed]].\nStep around the corner, taking off [[into the wilds as fast as]] possible. \n\n

Again and again, Vicky had some sort of crime or accusation to use as ‘motivation’ to punish you. She clearly did not like you at all, and now that she had you in a completely helpless and defenseless situation she was going to take full advantage of it by inflicting as much pain as possible. And she didn’t just stop at using the ‘soft’ items that you had seen on the wall. The belts, the ropes, the little riding crop. No, she was using the more painful items like the large metal paddle, the oddly shaped glove that had spiked parts on the inside of the palm instead of the outside. She even used what felt like a solid pipe to strike you in various locations. \n\nAnd it wasn’t all just your crotch or breasts either. Your legs, both front and back, had been hit repeatedly. Your stomach and back had been hit so many times with different items that you could no longer breathe properly, and stopped screaming just so that you could get as much air into your lungs as possible. And at some point during the whole onslaught, you had your face hit several times, normally by a fist and not an item judging by the feel of the impact. But there was no doubt in your mind that you were bleeding at this point. It was more a question of where and how much rather than were you or not. \n\nAnd then the blindfold came off of your face and you saw the evil smile on Vicky’s face as she leaned over you and started to slap your face multiple times and spit in your face again and again. This was the “best part” for her as she was able to see the smeared makeup from your tears as well as see the pain in your eyes. Not only that, but she was able to see the way you flinched when you saw [[her hand coming towards your]] face as well as how you winched in pain when you moved.

If that was the case? You were hurting your own standing among the other slaves by being the one that was constantly defending Tracy or comforting her. You would have been better served; or rather you would have been able to make a better impression on the other slaves, by joining them in trying to “toughen her up” instead of comforting her all the time. Nobody wanted to be near someone who they saw as the weak link. It was also clear that if asked who needed to be gotten rid of first that Tracy would be the one that people would quickly mention, and you were probably going to be mentioned right after her as someone who was too soft-hearted. \n\nIf it wasn’t the case? Then why did the others enjoy it so much. There had to be something else going on that you were not aware of. It might be possible that Tracy had a mental problem that prevented her from acting as mature as she was. That would explain why someone who was a few years older than you was acting like a scared child most of the time. Or maybe there were simply too many people at the house who had known about the forbidden relationship that she had with the young man and had tried to talk her out of sneaking around with him, only to have their friendly advice thrown back in their face. Or maybe you weren’t the first person who she used as a protector and it was simply an act that you weren’t aware of but the other slaves were. \n\nThere were too many variables and what-ifs to really know what was going on. All you could do was judge people on what they did or said around Tracy, and that did not leave you with a very good impression. You started to wonder if it was simply a personal problem between the slaves and Tracy, or if it was a problem with the entire slave society in general. Either way, the result was still the same. Tracy was seen as a weakling that had to be removed from the others before they were [[dragged down with her]].

It takes her a few seconds to look you over and make up her mind if she was going to help you or kill you. For those brief seconds, everything hinged on what she was going to do. It was the most dangerous part of trying to get away, but in an odd way it was necessary. As much as you had to have a new passport to get away, the more that they had to think about killing you or not meant the better the passport was going to be. You knew that she was starting to finally come around when she asked her next question. \n\n“And just how far do you want to go?” She asks. \n\n“As far as possible.” You tell her. “I was hoping that I could make my way to \n\n[[Republic]] space.”\n[[Conglomerate]] space.”\n[[Alpha]] space.”

You felt like screaming, going to the medical bay and being treated for injuries and asking the medic to put you into a coma for the rest of the trip to heal. But you couldn’t move from between the two of them. You know that someone who was a “gentle lover” would have been careful about working you into trying anal sex, or at least talked to you about it for a while. But there was no “gentleness” involved with either man. They were no longer willing to let you set the pace, they were. \n\nYou felt their cocks moving as one as the younger man under you started to match the motions of the older man behind you. Or at least he tried to match the motions. He wasn’t quite big enough and didn’t have the proper leverage to do it. But he tried. Then, just as suddenly as you felt the pain you felt your head being grabbed by the man under you as he looked you right in the eyes and grunted as he pushed his hips upward.\n\nThat was the only warning you got from the man that he was going to cum. Being forced to look at him and a grunt. By the time that you actually understood what was going on, you could feel his cock pulse as he unloads his wad of hot semen inside of you. As sensitive as you were at the moment due to the pain, you felt every pulse and spurt. You were about to complain about it and then stopped. How could you say a thing when you were the one that had started [[it all in the first place]]? \n\n

But pursuing the captain would only prevent him from turning you over to the Orion authorities, something he was likely to want to avoid himself seeing how the Orion sector or space didn’t tolerate slavery or slave-traders. Yet, the reward for turning in a known fugitive who had avoided military service was a lot of money and could easily be used to “forgive” other crimes in the capture of that fugitive. \n\nBut if you had your own crew? Well, as captain you not only got to pick your crew members but you also got to pick the location of space that you were going into. You could easily sit back and let someone else do all the driving to get you into the States of Alpha, then when the crew was grounded on a slave-raid, you could simply take control of the ship and leave orbit. The crew wouldn’t be able to do anything about it as you called the local authorities and left the slavers to their fates as you headed home to report to your bosses. \n\nThe choice was one that only took you a few seconds to make, but you made up your mind that you would: \n\n[[See the captain yourself]]. \n[[Work your way up to captain]].

It was a very strange trip for a pirate ship. Most of your time was spent “on watch” in the engine room, either directly under Dave’s watchful eyes or on your own as he worked on fixing something else that had broken down on the ship. You weren’t on a beaten up old ship, but there were too many modifications made to the ship over the years that were causing issues. You had to keep an eye on the vast array of tracking instruments as well as weapons and armor, or else you would find yourself needing to use them and not have them work. For someone who was constantly kept busy with checking and repairing items on the ship, Dave still had the time to keep an eye on you and teach you everything that he could about taking care of the engines. \n<<set $oral = "struggling">> <<set $orre = "a reluctant facial">>\nBut when you weren’t “on watch”, you had the free time to do whatever you wanted to do. Most of that time was spent hanging around Rick, and on a few occasions being able to sneak off together and do a little fooling around. It wasn’t the perfect “dating” situation for two reasons. The first was the most obvious one; your shifts on the ship were on different rotations and in different sections. While you were stuck in the engine room most of the time, Rick was stuck in the cargo dock most of the time. So, being able to actually be together wasn’t that often. \n<<set $vag = "tight">> <<set $vagres = "lingering tenderness">>\nThe second problem was the fact that you were supposed to be crewmembers, not sex-crazed teenagers. There was supposed to be a line that was drawn that prevented you from being “too close” to each other. How can you go about your daily routine as crewmembers if something happens on a personal level between the two of you? What would you do if you get back to port and he decides to change ships? What? Just run off with him to another ship, leaving your current crew two members shorthanded and stranding them in port until they could fill [[their ranks again with people]] they don’t know or trust?

And even when you remove the drug and alcohol issues by making them legal but taxed, there is always a black market that appears that will find a way to avoid the taxes and earn more profit. Not to mention of course the fact that sometimes people will want a specific brand of drink, or a drug that has a better high than the ‘legal stuff’ they can get their hands on. That doesn’t include the other forms of self-indulgent items that people might want such as special clothes, medical needs, porn-vids for specific fetishes, or simply some small token from back home they weren’t allowed to bring. \n\nThen when you consider the vast amount of different planets occupied by humans you have to take in mind the vast amount of different animals and plants. A plant on one planet may be as common as weeds in the garden, but on another planet it simply doesn’t exist at all, which means that there will always be someone who wants one of those plants simply to be different. Or an animal that has a population of trillions on one planet may be a rare and expensive pet on another. And that isn’t even getting into the medical or dietary benefits of those plants and animals from one planet to the other. \n\nAnd people? Well, nobody could ever forget about the people who were looking to avoid the law or to start a new life on a distant planet for some social, political or religious reason. People who would normally have been arrested for some sort of crime on one planet could easily find a long and peaceful life on another planet without having to fear the law at all. And when you had new people moving to a new planet, you always had new weapons to sell in order to “maintain the peace with strangers”. Not to mention selling illegal weapons to fight off wild animals and slave traders who took [[advantage of unsuspecting]] colonists.

You watched, somewhat unattached to the whole thing as Geoff hooked your legs under the knees and held them apart and slightly back. You could see his dark cock slipping into your pale vagina again and again. You saw the thin layer of vagina juices coating his cock, giving it a ‘wet look’ that actually made his hard dick look ever darker than before. You could feel his hand gently squeezing your breast, but felt it in a completely unattached way as if your body was asleep. It wasn’t really a feeling, so much as noticing a pressure and seeing it happen. \n[img[z/56.JPG]]\nBut as much as you might have wanted to watch your breast being played with, it was the motion of his dick that kept your attention more than anything else. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it, and you enjoyed seeing such a long and thick cock slipping inside of you with the greatest of ease. You could hear your own breathing growing short, and while you could hear the words that were being said with your mouth, you had the added bonus of hearing [[the words echoing in your]] head because it was Eve who was saying the words. \n\n

“Well, there is no real delicate way to say this.” He says as he grins at you and turns to face you even more. “But it’s going to cost your virginity.” \n\nYou don’t really have much of a choice at the moment. It is either agreeing to get fucked right now by your instructor before being sold off into slavery, or simply telling him no and having to endure a gangbang all night long by your classmates. You simply couldn’t think of a worse situation to be in and despite your prior knowledge that this might eventually happen at some point you had been fooling yourself into thinking that you could have avoided it. You also know that you don’t have long to answer him. The more you stall the more the choice is going to be taken out of your hands and left up to him to decided what to do with you. \n\nYou close your eyes simply because you feel yourself on the verge of tears. You didn’t realize that your female form would be so overwhelmed that it would act on its own without any real reason to act at all. But you quickly wipe away the tear from your cheek with the back of your hand and keep your eyes close as you: \n\n[[Slowly nod your head up and down]]. \n[[Slowly shake your head back and forth]].

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the way Eve sounded. You wondered if you sounded the same way to her that she sounded to you. Completely defeated and hoping that you wouldn’t have to be with another man. But at least now that the tables had been slightly turned, you felt a little more confident about the situation. This wasn’t the first time you’ve been ordered to lick a woman’s pussy. Granted, those earlier times had been because she had been aroused and wanted it, not because she was going to enjoy humiliating you by doing it. \n\n“Look, Eve.” You say. “Let me do the heavy lifting on this part. I’m kind of used to it. Or rather, it is something I’ve done before and have been told that I’m pretty good at it. It’s like a bike, once you learn you never forget.” \n\n<<pink>>“Well, I never learned, and I don’t want to.”<</pink>> Eve protests. <<pink>>“You keep asking if you are gay when you are with another guy. How do you think I feel when I’m with another girl? I’m not gay either you know?”<</pink>>\n\n“I know.” You tell her. “But what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. If I can do it, so can you. Like I said, just let me take care of this one.”\n\n<<pink>>“Fine, whatever.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“But don’t [[expect me to enjoy it]].”<</pink>>\n-------------\n\n

The horror of what you had just done sets in. You have accidentally caused the reactors to switch from active mode, providing power to the ship and engines, to standby mode. That meant that while you were sitting there, the control rods were being inserted into the reactor’s chambers to slowly reduce the energy output of the nuclear reaction going on. Not only that, but the turbines that were spinning to the generators disengaged. They were slowing down and further reducing the available power. The only thing you had at the moment was a few capacitors, but they would quickly be sapped dry just by trying to start the atmospheric engines instead of the propulsion system. It was the worst thing that could have happened and it had all been because you simply had to check for a data loop during a power outage. \n\nIt could simply be a blown relay somewhere between the generators and the circuits to power the systems, or maybe even something simpler than that and just a frayed wire. You would never know at this point. Your ship was hurling towards the ground at high speed, buffered by the friction of entry, and despite the chemical based thrusters the pilot had to try to keep the ship level, it was not enough to slow the ship at all. \n\nYou reached over and did the only thing that you could think to do, and that was to dump the reactors, just to avoid them exploding upon impact and creating a huge nuclear disaster when you crashed. You were able to see the explosive bolts holding the reactor floor into place fire off and in one brief moment you were able to see the reactors in front of your screen. The next second, they were gone, sucked out through the bottom of the ship by a combination of gravity, air pressure and emergency thrusters to get the compartment cleared of the ship as fast as possible. The fact that the engineer himself was sucked out of the ship along with the two reactors didn’t even register until you heard [[the static over your]] headset.

“Uh, yeah. By the self-destruct button.” You tell him. \n\n“That’s why.” Jake says. “Sorry captain, that’s my fault. I should have said something sooner. But the self-destruct has been shielded from radio waves. I didn’t want someone to accidentally set it off. I didn’t realize that it would block our own communications though. I’ll have to rig something else up.” \n\n“Don’t bother.” The captain replies. “I’m just glad nobody was hurt. How long will it take you and Eve to make repairs?” \n\n“I don’t know yet.” Jake says. “I haven’t been able to do a full damage report yet. We got a few doors shot all to hell, and more than a couple of power relays blown to bits. At least a few hours just to get those fixed. The doors will have to wait, at least for now. Without the power relays repaired, I can’t tell you if a door is broken or simply can’t get juice from the motors to operate the hydraulics.” \n\n“But the engines are good?” He asks. \n\n“Uh, yes sir.” You tell him. “Nobody came into the engine room at all. Well, not until Lucy came to get me. But as far as I can tell, [[there should be nothing wrong with the]] engines.” \n\n

You made your way to your room, barely able to hold control. As soon as you stepped into the bathroom you leaned over the sink and finally tried to throw up. As much as you had struggled earlier you expected to have a mess in the sink, only there wasn’t one. It was bare. It was all a mental thing, not a physical thing. You were sure that you would have had to empty your entire meal into the sink but there wasn’t a single drop of spit. You looked at the sink, confused and wondering why your body was not doing what your mind wanted to do. You still felt the same way, but there was nothing that was coming up. \n<<set $bj += 1>> <<set $face += 1>>\nYou washed your face, then looked in the mirror completely ashamed of yourself and washed your face a second time. Yet, even after knowing your face was clean you couldn’t look at yourself yet and washed your face yet again and headed to your bed. You set the controls to maximum trying to take the next three days to get over what [[had happened at the table]]. \n\n

And then it was Jeff’s turn to inflict some pain. He had gotten aroused by watching Vicky beating you. And then he had gotten his sexual satisfaction from using her mouth. And now that the ‘sex’ part was over for him, it was all about the pain part. And unlike Vicky, he didn’t use any items at all, but his closed fists as he punched you repeatedly in the stomach or the face. \n[img[z/20.gif]]\nAgain and again his fist slammed into you, either knocking the wind out of you, or against your face causing some massive damage in the process. Jeff wasn’t holding back either as you saw him pulling his arm back to his shoulder before bringing his fist downward to hit you again and again. The last thing you really were able to remember clearly was him holding your head up by the hair and punching your face again, and judging by the pain before you blacked out, breaking your nose, and possibly [[knocking out a few teeth in the process]] as well. \n\n

----------------\n<<pink>>“You ready?”<</pink>> Eve suddenly asks as you ride the rover towards the community that was targeted for your raid. \n\n“Why are you so eager for this stuff?” You ask her. “You know that we are condemning these people to slavery, if not death, right?” \n\n<<pink>>“Well, yeah.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“But I enjoy it. The action, the uncertainty of it all, the thrill of the hunt. It’s like being one of those wild animals you see those shows about all the time. Stalking the prey, moving into position as quickly and silently as possible, then jumping out and catching whatever you can. Look, I don’t know what it is that makes it so much fun, but it is.” <</pink>>\n\nThere was no way to really understand why Eve was so willing to go along with the raids that were a part of your new job. You simply saw it as a dirty part of your new “cover story” to get back home. But Eve had embraced the whole thing, and took a perverse pleasure in the “hunt” that you couldn’t. You don’t really know if it was simply a maturity on your part that made you see things in a “big picture” sort of way, knowing that you were supplying slaves. Or if Eve was still “too young” to think of things long-term and saw the raids as some sort of “game” to play and win against other crewmembers. Clearly she was having an easier time fitting in than you were, at least that was the impression you got from the rare conversations you had [[with her while you were]] asleep. \n----------------

But you liked it. The thrill of killing was something that you were still new to. It filled you with a strange feeling of joy, and while you don’t want to say that you were aroused by killing people, well there was no denying the fact that your nipples were hard and it wasn’t due to the change in temperature. Then again, it could be because Hank, like most pirates, opted not to wear anything under his spacesuit and seeing his massive form moving through the halls was actually something you found interested. \n\nYou get the all clear from the captain, and he orders you and Hank to take a few minutes to search a few of the rooms for anything of value. Something that was easy to do at the moment as you were only a few feet from the medical bay, and almost everything you could find there was going to be valuable. It wasn’t until you got into the room that Hank slipped his arm around you and gave you a victory kiss, one that was quick and not actually passionate, but was clearly a thrill of the moment sort of thing. \n\nBut your own reaction to the kiss was something else:\n \nYou were more [[than just slightly thrilled]]. \nYou were not in the [[mood for that sort of thing]]. \n

Your tongue rolled along the outer edges of her clit, softly teasing it with constant stimulation. You shifted back and forth between moving the tip of your tongue up and down or left to right, being sure to never repeat a pattern for too long or move in any predictable way. You could feel her hips bucking against your face and you knew that she was close to having a climax. It was clearly obvious just how close she was when she suddenly begged you to go faster and harder, to not stop, to go all out. \n[img[z/f.gif]]\nYou softly smiled to yourself as you brought your lips against her clit and kissed it to hold in place as you flicked your tongue over it. Your fingers had been gently holding her vagina open, giving your access to her clit, now slowly started to enter into her opening, spreading her vaginal walls apart as you continued to use your tongue. You knew that it was a cruel “trick” to use, but it always worked for you in the past. You softly pressed upward with your finger tip, softly pushing upward on her clit from the inside as you pressed downward [[with your tongue more and more]]. \n\n

“Mary, are you okay?” Someone asks as he helps you out of the stasis pod. “Mary can you hear me?” \n\nYou try to tell him that you can hear him but you can’t. You can’t move, you can’t speak and you can’t see. All you can do is hear. Your body will not react to anything at all. You can’t even feel his hand as he helps you out of the pod. The only way that you can tell that you have been moved to the medical section is by the sounds that you could hear of the machines monitoring your heartbeat. You can hear two muffled voices a little ways off, it takes all your concentration to focus your hearing to hear them. \n\n“I don’t know what to tell you.” One voice says. “It hasn’t happened in years, but it looks like a case of stasis-rejection. I’m sorry but she’s going to be like this for the rest of her life.” \n\n“What are you telling me, doc?” The second voice asks in shock. “You mean that she is going to be like this for the next fifty years?” \n\n“I’m sorry.” The voice of the doctor says. “But there is nothing that I can do for her. Whatever happened in the pod basically shut her brain down. I don’t even know if she can hear us to be honest with you. The only thing that I can tell you is that she can breathe on her own and her heartbeat is strong. But other than that? She’s blind, can’t move, can’t speak, and probably can’t eat. Hell, I doubt that she can even feel. Medically speaking she is basically brain dead at this point. The only thing that I can do is hook her up to a machine and feed her through a tube. But that is no way to live. I don’t normally suggest this, but you might want to think about saying your [[goodbyes and letting me]] put her out of her misery.”

<<pink>>“Oh my god, listen to yourself.”<</pink>> Eve starts to laugh and you see yourself smiling in the mirror. <<pink>>“It’s just me you are talking to, nobody else. I don’t need you to sugar coat it from me. Okay, so between sucking dick or getting it up the ass, you would rather suck dick. And suck it instead of fuck it. I see. So if that is what you would rather do with a guy, why do you always protest about it? I don’t mean asking yourself if you are gay or not, that’s another debate entirely. I just mean between option A or B, why do you always bitch about A if that is what you would rather do first anyway?” <</pink>>\n\n“I don’t know.” You say, surprised at how confused and frustrated you sounded, even to yourself. “I just don’t know. I mean, it’s not natural.” \n\n<<pink>>“Bullshit.”<</pink>> Eve counters. <<pink>>“Not natural. How many times did you ask a girl to suck your own dick when you were a man? Don’t give me that bullshit. I know exactly what your problem is. You just don’t want to admit it.”<</pink>>\n\n“Okay, smart ass. What exactly is my problem?” You ask her. “[[You seem to have all the answers]]. You tell me.” \n\n

When most people hear the term “slave”, they all get the same concept stuck in their head. Some poor girl or man who was constantly beaten and sexually used at the slightest whim from anyone that wanted to use them. While this did happen from time to time to slaves that were sold to specific industries, as a whole it wasn’t quite like that. \n\nOh sure, there was a bit of sexual overtones to the whole thing, and you were fully aware that at any moment it was possible that you would be ordered to provide sexual favors to someone. Yet, there was a strict hierarchy between slave and master that limited the people who you would be required to do anything with. And at the moment, you were a somewhat “free slave” in the fact that you didn’t have a master. Instead of putting you at the slightest mercy of everyone that saw you, it acutally meant that nobody was allowed to take advantage of you. If they did, it would drastically reduce your value to them as well as instantly tarnish their record as a “handler” in charge of arranging the transfer of slaves without [[masters to a slave with one]]. \n\n

Masculine: <<set $man = 100>>\nFeminine: <<set $woman = 0>>\n\nPiloting skill: <<set $pilot = "untrained">>\nShooting skill: <<set $shoot = "trained">>\nBribery skill: <<set $bribe = "trained">>\nComputer skill: <<set $comp = "trained">>\nMedical skill: <<set $medic = "trained">>\nFighting skill: <<set $fit = "trained">>\n\n<<set $uare = "still a virgin">>\nYour oral skills are: <<set $oral = "very talented">>\nUsually resulting: <<set $orre = "making her climax">>\nYour vaginal skills are: <<set $vag = "filling">>\nUsually resulting: <<set $vagres = "leaving her satisfied">>\nYou anal skills are: <<set $anal = "your specialty">>\nUsually resulting: <<set $anres = "leaving her begging for more">>\n\nYou have sucked on <<set $bj = 0>>\nswallowing <<set $swal = 0>> face <<set $face = 0>>\nfucked <<set $fuk = 0>>\ncumming in you <<set $cpie = 0>> pulling out <<set $con = 0>> \nanally fucked <<set $ass = 0>>\ncumming in you <<set $asscum = 0>> pulling out <<set $asson = 0>>\njerked off or fingered <<set $hj = 0>> \nYou have been raped <<set $rape = 0>>\n3-sum <<set $three = 0>>\norgy <<set $orgy = 0>>\ngangbang <<set $gbang = 0>>\n <<set $vid = 0>> porn-vids \n\nPeople see you as: <<set $impress = "very likeable">>\nPeople <<set $trust = "really">> trust you. \nPeople think you are: <<set $expect = "very sexy">>

A part of you felt bad about having to change ships while in port. It wasn’t uncommon for it to happen, but it was something that bothered you. You had “cut your teeth” with your old crew and had been able to prove that you were a member of the team. Not to mention the fact that you had made some personal connections to people. But it just wasn’t meant to be. \n<<set $ctc = "smug">> <<set $smug = "babe">>\nThe part that really bothered you more than anything else, however, was the fact that you were on a ship and having to prove yourself yet again. Only this time, no matter what you tried to tell yourself, you knew exactly what was ahead of you and what was expected. So while your ship was slowly making its way out of the solar system, you found yourself having to once again familiarize yourself with a new design, new equipment, and new people. \n<<set $smugresult = "right kelly">>\nBut there was something going on in your favor that made most that really easy to do. Almost everyone on your ship was nice and friendly to you. Much nicer than they really had to be, seeing how you were still a stranger to them, but nice nonetheless. Maybe you had a slight advantage of not just being another “dumb kid” this time around, but at least a proven track record of serving on at least one ship. If nothing else, that should have at least made it easier for you to understand some of the shorthand and abbreviations for [[specific ship related]] items.

Knowing that you were going to do something and having the ability to do it are two different things. And for you it was made worse by the fact that you had to be willing to do a lot more than you were comfortable with inside your new body. You knew that you would try to get somewhat informally involved with the captain in order to stay in his “good graces” and avoid going into Orion held space. But just because you knew that you would get involved with him wasn’t the same as having the ability to do it. \n<<set $bj += 1>> <<set $impress = "entertaining">>\nYet, it wasn’t a “privacy issue” for you. At least not in regards to who might learn about it some day. Spaceships had no secrets, it couldn’t. Not with the crew at least. Passengers on the other hand were a different matter. But they were thought of more as cargo than people anyway. So while you knew that it would eventually get around the crew that you were involved with the captain it wouldn’t be the same as having a high school or other type of “office romance” gossip-mill talking behind your back about it. \n<<set $trust = "hope they can">> <<set $expect = "trying to be sexy">>\nAnd as far as having the privacy to actually do something? Well, most people thought that a ship’s crew would stay awake while the ship folded space and would stay out of the stasis pods to help run the ship. But that wasn’t true at all. There were four people who stayed out of the pods as much as possible and simply used a hiber-bed, a specially designed bed that would allow you to “hibernate” for two or three days at a time at most. And those four people were divided between you and the captain in the cockpit and the two men maintaining the engines on the other side of the ship. Sitting on four nuclear reactors would keep them too busy to bother with the cockpit, and the navigating of the ship would make you and the captain too busy to go all the way back to [[the engine room while in]] space.

Masculine: <<print $man>> %\nFeminine: <<print $woman>> %\n\nPiloting skill: <<print $pilot>>\nShooting skill: <<print $shoot>>\nBribery skill: <<print $bribe>>\nComputer skill: <<print $comp>>\nMedical skill: <<print $medic>>\nFighting skill: <<print $fit>>\n\nYour oral skills are: <<print $oral>>\nUsually resulting: <<print $orre>>\nYour vaginal skills are: <<print $vag>>\nUsually resulting: <<print $vagres>>\nYou anal skills are: <<print $anal>>\nUsually resulting: <<print $anres>>\n\nYou have sucked on <<print $bj>> cocks, swallowing <<print $swal>>\ntimes, or cumming on your face <<print $face>> times.\nYou have been fucked <<print $fuk>> times, with him cumming in you <<print $cpie>> or pulling out <<print $con>> times. \nYou have been anally fucked <<print $ass>> times, with him cumming in you <<print $asscum>> or pulling out <<print $asson>> times.\nYou have jerked off or fingered <<print $hj>> people. \nYou have been raped <<print $rape>> times. \nYou have been in <<print $three>> threesomes. \nYou have been in <<print $orgy>> orgies. \nYou have been in <<print $gbang>> gangbangs. \nThere are <<print $vid>> porn-vids of you available to purchase. \n\nPeople see you as: <<print $impress>>\nPeople <<print $trust>> trust you. \nPeople think you are: <<print $expect>>\n\n<<back>>

------------------\n<<pink>>“Well, you really fucked that up.”<</pink>> A voice chides you as you sleep during takeoff.<<pink>> “All you had to do was tell her that you were sorry and that you didn’t mean for things to go that far. But, no. You had to still be the thickheaded alpha-male about the whole thing and got into a god-damn fight with her.”<</pink>> \n\n“Look.” You tell the voice. “If you think you could do better, then fucking stop riding my ass and say something.” \n\n<<pink>>“I fucking would if I could actually use my mouth.” <</pink>> The voice says. <<pink>>“But all you can do with it is mess things up.”<</pink>> \n\n“Your mouth?” You ask the voice. “Just who the fuck are you?” \n\n<<pink>><<pink>>“Who the fuck am I?”<</pink>> The voice asks in surprise. “You know who the fuck I am. You were the asshole that took over and pushed me out of the way. At least have the fucking common decency to call me by my name for once.” <</pink>> \n\n“Eve?” You ask in surprise. \n\n<<pink>>“No, the fairy fucking tooth fairy.”<</pink>> She replies.<<pink>> “Yes, Eve, [[you stupid bastard]].” <</pink>> \n--------------------

You stop a few feet short of the guy, assuming that he was a friend. But he wasn’t, he was obviously a lover as he wrapped his arms around you and planted a rather sloppy kiss on your lips. Your first reaction was to pull away from him and punch him in the face, but you knew that you shouldn’t do that no matter what you felt like doing. \n\n“Oh, come on.” He says as he smiles at you. “You can kiss better than that.” \n\n“I’m sorry.” You tell him. “I’m just a bit tired from going through decontamination is all.” \n\n“Well, give me another kiss.” He says as he leans in again. \n\nYou know that he wasn’t as skilled as you were at kissing someone, but you had to follow his lead at this point. You knew that you liked a girl who would part her lips and accept your tongue in her mouth, or who at least parted her lips so that you could tease her bottom lip as you kissed her. But not this guy. He seemed to be perfectly happy with simply pressing his lips against your lips and holding you there. But you had to play along with it, because it was expected of you, not because you wanted to. And he held the kiss much longer than he needed to or you felt comfortable with. \n\n“Enough already.” You thought to yourself. “Everyone sees you and knows that I’m supposed to be with you. We all get it. God, control yourself you asshole, you made your point. I’m trying to keep a low profile and not be seen by everyone in the fucking port. [[Stop making a scene]].”

The first time it happened you were in too much pain to really notice that he came inside of you. You simply bit your bottom lip and tried your best not to cry as the customer fucked you for the first time. But it was impossible to ignore the pain, even though you never cried out vocally. You had learned your lesson about crying out in pain while you had anal sex and you didn’t want the bouncer to come charging back into your room and laughing about you crying because of “typical sex”. \n[img[z/o.gif]]\n<<set $anres = "indifference">>\nYet after your customer left, and you cleaned out your vagina in the shower, you instantly curled up on the bed and actually cried yourself to sleep that night because of how much you hurt. Crying and pain pills became your nighttime habit for several weeks. You were never actually “addicted” to the pain pills, but you only had vaginal sex once a week, opting instead to deal with the less painful anal sex or blowjobs only. It was a pathetic thing to admit, but you couldn’t deny the truth. Your vagina was still sore after having vaginal sex and it bothered you. \n<<set $bj += 14>> <<set $swal += 3>> <<set $face += 11>>\nYou were making good money. Or at least you thought you were making good money. But you realized after a few weeks that you weren’t making as much as you thought. The rent took a huge portion of your pay, the doctor visit and birth control had taken another huge portion. Constantly buying food and drinks at the restaurant downstairs was dipping into your money, and there was the competition with the other girls for customers, most of who had a “regular” that would [[only see her and nobody]] else.

“Uh, no.” You tell her. \n\n“Well, as just another ‘working girl’, they figured that they could go ahead and rape me in the hospital room.” Amanda says. “Three broken ribs and second degree burns on both legs and they took turns for four hours trying to teach me a lesson. Well, needless to say, when Carter got out of the hospital there was hell to pay. Not just to the five guys that came to visit me in the hospital, but to the entire organization.”\n\n“How so?” You ask. \n\n“Well, now the pirate crews are made up of men and women instead of just men.” She says. “And while ship-board entertainment is possible, it isn’t really that often. There are some things that we working girls don’t need to be exposed to. At least that is what Carter thought after he got back on his feet again. He also reorganized the crews working on pirate ships in port. New modifications, bigger and better weapons to use, limiting them to specific zones instead of letting them roam freely. He made them more organized and in the process a lot more profitable and deadly. The only other person who survived that trip was the one that just left.”\n\n“I see.” You say. “So just because he got you and Carter back to Binder, I’m [[supposed to give him a free spin]]? Is that it?” \n\n

The small door didn’t stand a chance against the concussion shotgun you held. One blast against the door and the lock and knob caved in, allowing you instant access. You stormed into the room and quickly looked around.\n[img[z/zd.jpg]]\nYou were shocked to see the young man standing by the wall, holding his ears from the blast of the concussion. Your earpieces had protected you from the sound, and while you had felt the recoil of the weapon, you didn’t have to worry about the noise the weapon produced. Then again, you also didn’t expect to see anyone in the small building and without thinking about it, you pulled the trigger again and watched as the young man was hit in the chest by [[the next blast from the weapon]]. \n\n

Yet, even after all of that was done, it wasn’t anything as annoying as the next stage, which had you standing between two more slaves as they covered your body from head to toe with a chemical powder that actually burned. It wasn’t burning your skin per se, but it was hot on the skin and you knew that you some of your skin cells were being destroyed by the chemicals. If you did have any hair on your body, it would have been destroyed by the powder, especially when the slaves took rather thick brushes and brushed you off, using a bit more force than was really needed. \n\nAnd then the most horrible sensation of them all, being shoved into the shower stall that not only washed the chemical powder off of you but was mixed with another chemical compound that actually made your skin feel like it was freezing cold. It was impossible to ignore the chemical smell as the water washed over your body and more than once you heard a slave telling you to keep your mouth closed at all times, despite the fact that a few people were either coughing or gagging from the smell. \n\nIt wasn’t until you were out of the shower that you were given a ‘little bit of modesty’ by a thin robe being placed on your body as you were guided toward a ‘real shower’ of soap and water, but you were still required to wash your entire body with a slave on hand to either offer a helpful suggestion or simply take over and make sure to clean your ass crack and ears. Or in a few cases such as yourself, to be sure to wash under your impressive sized breasts. To say that it was a “thorough shower” was an understatement, it was a completely humiliating shower as some stranger's hands ran under and between your breasts, as well as up your ass crack and between your thighs without so much as a “hello” [[to prepare you for it]].

Yet, when you rolled the young boy over onto his back after tying his hands behind him, you paused. You know that your shot had been because you had panicked when you saw him, but you wished that you had taken at least another second to lower the weapon a bit more. You had no intentions at all of accidentally hitting the poor kid in the eye, but there was nothing you could do about it now. The kid was going to lose that eye before being sold off and it was all your fault. You were about to simply cut his binds loose and walk out of the house, figuring that he would have an easier time as a one-eyed kid growing up on the frontier than a slave with only one eye. \n\nOnly you never got the chance to cut him loose. Your captain came walking through the door to check up on you. You knew that the captain wasn’t going to care at all if the kid had one good eye or not. As long as he could see, walk and had two good hands, that was all that mattered. The captain actually picked the kid up and slung him over his shoulder and walked out of the house without saying a word to you as he carried the kid to the rally point. \n\nYou thought about protesting for a few seconds as you followed the captain. Okay, yes, it was your fault that the kid was injured, but that wasn’t what was really eating at you. It was the cold way that the captain surveyed the house when he walked in and took whatever was available to take that bothered you. There had to be some kind of compassion left in the man, even after all this time as a slaver. To simply take a kid who wasn’t even old enough to shave, who clearly was going to be physically maimed, and try to sell him off into [[slavery was simply unthinkable]].

“Ah, Alice, love.” Brad says as he sees her. “I see you were just about to start. Tell me something dear, would you love to have a puppy after you are done? They picked it up on the same dirtball they found these two at. I would be happy to give her to you if you want her. After all, I know what it is like when you have to break in two new slaves and all. It is tiring work. Having a puppy to play with after a long day can do wonders to help you relax and take your mind off of it.” \n\n“Why, Brad, how sweet.” She says, shocking you at how fast her attitude changed. “Uh, let me see how things go. I’ll let you know later.” \n\n“Okay.” Brad says as he turns, but stops to look directly at Tracy. “Did Tim warn you about that one? How she will do anything to get away? I swear, she kind of reminds me of this little puppy in a way. You know that she will put up a big fight, but you just want to keep her around because she’s so cute. Aren’t you little Poppy, yes, who’s a cute puppy?” \n\nThe puppy, being a puppy, simply didn’t know any better. It started to wag its tail and try to lick Brad’s face as much as possible. It was simply being a puppy and being as affectionate with him as it was with Tracy or any of the other girls who played with her. For one short second you felt sorry that the dog didn’t have the ability to know people the way humans did, but also felt a little sorry that you couldn’t be more like the dog and not have to deal with [[humans as humans but]] as people who treated you kindly. \n\n

“Yeah.” You say as you pop another sweet into your mouth. “I wasn’t always like this. I used to be a guy at one point. Older than you are, but not as old as the captain.” \n[img[z/zbl.JPG]]\nYou were really feeling lightheaded and yet you couldn’t stop reaching into the bag for one sweet after another. The damn things were way too small. One good bite and you were almost done with them. Maybe you should do what Kelly was doing and slowly suck on it instead of biting into them. But that odd fruity taste was simply too good to pass up. The more you had, the more you wanted. \n\n“What do you mean, [[used to be a guy]]?” Kelly asks. \n\n

Yet, despite being cautious about what was going on, you were stupid enough to let your guard down when he offered you the drink. It was maybe ten minutes or so before the drugs started to take effect and you felt yourself loosing control over your muscles. You put your head on the back of the couch you were on and simply unable to move at all, even though you were still able to actually see what was happening. You watched the two bouncers lift you up and carry you into the bedroom, where you were placed on the bed. \n[img[z/zq.JPG]]\nThat was when the lights came on and you were in front of four different vid-cams in the room, all placed in different spots. You watched as the two bouncers simply smiled at each other and got undressed. Their hands quickly started to grope your breasts and crotch and you couldn’t do anything at all about it as they started to pull [[your clothes off of you]]. \n\n

But you kept your mouth shut on the way back. You were simply too young and too inexperienced to talk him out of it. It burned you up inside on the way back to the spaceship and it got worse by the time that you got back to the auction house. You were spitting nails about being cheated by the captain, despite the fact that the crew were happy to see that your “good luck charm” status was still in effect. \n<<set $bj += 1>> <<set $face += 1>>\nYou went to the bar yet again after returning back “home” to sell off the slaves. Only this time instead of wanting to celebrate your first raid, you wanted to completely forget about being cheated by the captain. It was something that bothered you for most of the night and was only “soothed over” when you were able to finally have a threesome with Scott and Cindy, actually two of them as you made sure you were drunk but not “too drunk” to take [[part in the activities]]. \n\n

Only now that you were being raped on the bed, the hands holding your ankles were removed. It took him only a few seconds to come from the foot of the bed to the top of it and give you a sharp slap across the face as a warning before he shoved his own erect cock into your mouth. You knew from the slap that if you did anything to his cock with your teeth that it wasn’t going to be a slap that you felt but a punch, a punch that would just be the start of it before they simply killed you in retaliation. \n\nThe next few hours were not at all pleasant as each man took multiple turns using you in various ways. You were used again and again by the three men in different ways. Any effort you made to resist them was met with violence, normally a punch in the gut or a breast being hurt. They seemed to be willing to avoid doing any serious damage to your face, at least for now, because it would get in the way of sucking their dicks when they shoved them in your mouth. But as long as you were not resisting, you were not abused. But not resisting being raped was not something you were comfortable with. \n\nSo of [[course you continued to fight back]]. \nBut you [[forced yourself to be somewhat willing]].

And while you weren’t the least bit impressed by the man when he was standing up in front of you fully clothed, there was no way to deny the fact that he had a much larger dick than you expected him to have. Not that you were the expert of dicks in the known galaxy, but you could tell with a quick glance between your legs that his dick was both longer and thicker than your own dick had been before you grafted yourself into Eve’s body.\n[img[z/17.JPG]] \n------------------\n<<pink>>“Really?”<</pink>> Eve suddenly says as you feel his dick sliding inside of you. <<pink>>“His dick is bigger than your dick was? Well, that is karma for you. My god, I hope it fucking hurts like hell you fucking cunt. Go on, get fucked by that fat as hell dick and feel all of it. Because I’m not going to block anything at all. [[You deserve this more than anyone else]].<</pink>>\n-------------------\n\n

The door opened and as one, you and Rick popped from behind the frame of the door and opened fire. You counted at least five killed by your shots and another four killed by Rick. You were about to turn to smile at him for having such a successful ambush when your smile froze on your face and you screamed Rick’s name in shock. \n\nHe had been hit by a shot. Who actually shot him, you have no clue, but there was no denying the huge wound in his chest and the stunned look on his face as he looked down at the gapping wound. You had seen what a plasma bolt could do to the human body and while it cauterized the wound as it went through the body, it also left a hole large enough to stick several fingers through it. All the way through it and out the back. \n\nYou could actually see the wall behind Rick’s body through the hole and while it was shocking to see it so clearly and not even messy or bloody, it was also the first real sign that you had that his wound was fatal. Nobody, no matter how strong or tough they were was able to survive a hole through their body where their heart used to be. You could still see the burnt muscle trying to pump blood through his body, but now that it was a singed piece of meat, it wasn’t able to pump blood at all. \n\nHe barely had enough time to tell you that it didn’t hurt before he died. You stayed where you were, too stunned by his sudden death to do anything at all. The firefight on the other side of the door was clearly over, with only the occasional shots being fired and a couple of seconds after the last shot you heard the captain’s [[voice over the headset giving]] the “all clear” signal.

You instantly knew exactly what sort of crew you had gotten involved with and what side of the law they were on. They were smugglers, or worse, and they had simply used you and Kelly to “entertain” the officers to secure whatever illegal cargo they had to secure. Not to mention now that you had been stopped by a patrol vessel, it would be recorded that the Jack of Pride had already been “inspected” and allowed to continue. You wouldn’t be stopped by any more patrol ships and when you got to the system you were going to, it would be recorded of already being inspected before leaving the old system and there was no need to inspect you yet again before landing. \n\nBut that didn’t really help settle your stomach as it dawns on you that at some point you were going to be the one that was required to “entertain the officer, or officers” in the future. Kelly was clearly going to keep an eye on you at this point, and she might be able to help you get through the first few times by joining you. But at some point you knew that you were going to be on your own as it happened. Unless of course the captain was lucky enough to find another “desperate young girl” to join the crew at some point. \n\nYou were a little humiliated by Kelly telling you to “sleep it off” on her bed as she gave you a slaptranq, but you didn’t have much choice in the matter after being drugged. You were going to be sound asleep within mere moments and get at least four hours of drug-induced sleep no matter how bad you [[felt or wanted to stay]] awake. \n\n

“I said no breakfast for you.” Brad snaps. “But I’m going to cum all over your face.” \n[img[z/2.gif]]\nYou barely had time to close your eyes before the first wet splat of his hot cum landed on your face. You felt a wad of cum after another striking your face. You felt the thickness of his cum running down your face, making an even bigger mess than the spit and smeared makeup already covering it. You could smell the strong musky scent as a thick streak splattered your face across your nose and upper lip. And if that wasn’t bad enough, you couldn’t open your left eye as the next streak of cum hit your closed eye, forcing [[you to keep it shut no]] matter what happened next. \n\n

Your vision was blurry but something happened that caught your attention. The pain of Larry’s cock in your virgin vagina was suddenly gone, and the look of shock on Kelly’s face was more interesting than anything else at the moment. Her eyes were wide and you couldn’t help but hear her short gasps for air. You felt her slightly rocking on top of you and you knew that Larry had gone from your vagina and into her ass without letting her know about it. \n[img[z/x.JPG]]\nYou hear Kelly softly moan against your earlobe as she holds her breath and hugs you, but it was clear that she was enjoying it, although not prepared for it. You hear her actually let out a disappointing “aw” as she is suddenly pulled away from you and Larry quickly helps [[you up onto your knees again]].

You had to ask yourself if living at the Red Rabbit was really all that difficult to do, outside of having to ‘earn your rent’ on your back and knees. Generally speaking, your days were spent following a rather simple ‘routine’. Since you had been assigned, or simply lucked out due to the number of overall workers, you had been pretty much assigned to the ‘night shift’. A very odd name to give a schedule when you consider that living underground made it almost impossible to tell the difference between ‘night and day’. But going by the clock, more than the sunlight, you were on the night shift, which made things a little easier for you during the day than for some of the other girls who were working. \n[img[z/61.JPG]]\nMost of the time, you would wake up, take care of the personal needs like taking a shower or maybe arranging for a protective escort from Brad to go shopping for some clothes or other items, come back to the Red Rabbit and do a required hour of working out, in order to “stay fit” according to Amanda, and then the rest of the day you would spend pretty much partying with the other girls and clients. At least, as long as you remembered not to get drunk, or interfere with [[another girl trying to earn some]] money. \n\n

But it really didn’t matter who or what. Right now, you and Hilda were the ones that were being punished for Tracy’s error, and for the first time since meeting her, you actually felt Hilda take a slight step closer and behind you as if to be protected by you. It was an odd shift in her personality, but one that was only possible because of the friendship you had been able to slightly build between the two of you. \n\n“Okay, let’s get this over with.” Jason says as he stands up and crosses the room. “No need to drag this out any longer than needed. Tightass, get on the bed. Cumslut, come here.” \n\n“Yes, sir.” You both say and head in different directions. \n\nHilda headed to the bed that was in the room on one side as you went to join him on the other side of the room. Both of you had seen the bed, but you had been spending most of your time in the small ‘lounge’ area that had a corner couch and small table in front of it. You stood behind Jason without saying a word as he pressed a switch on the wall and opened the small hidden cabinet that contained a shockingly large supply of ‘bondage’ gear. Without saying a word, he simply reached in and grabbed a few items and handed them to you. \n\n“Go on, tie the bitch up.” Jason orders. “Nice and tight. Elbows to knees, [[spread eagle but face up]].” \n\n

-----------\n<<pink>> “Holy shit.” A small voice in your head says in surprise.<</pink>> <<pink>>“Did you see the holes in that tub of fat? I can’t believe how easy that was. Just ptup, ptup, ptup, and done. I thought it was going to be hard to pull the trigger with you wanting to run, [[but it was so easy to do]].”<</pink>>\n-----------

Yet, the streaks of plasma lit up the night and you could be thankful that your small tranq-darts didn’t leave any signs of where you were firing from. You had pretty good coverage, tucked into a small section of homes and in a small hole by one of them, firing more or less from under the house than from the side. But you did see a few bolts of plasma ripping through the house behind you, but not close enough to you to make you concerned about being spotted. \n\nYou knew your crew was either taking up positions behind you, or were coming to join the fight. Scattering in the wilds with an unknown force on patrol was a sure way of getting killed. The best course of action was the deadliest, shoot it out and hope you have enough people to crew the ship. If not, then at least after the firefight is over you can be confident enough to scatter into the wilds and not [[be hunted down by anyone]]. \n\n

It only took a few seconds of exchanging fire with each other before it was over. You don’t know who did it, nor did you really have time to think about it that much. You simply saw the small device coming through the air for all of one or two seconds, just enough time to realize what it was. You never really see, hear or feel the grenade going off. \n[img[z/zbi.JPG]]\n\nLook at your [[final stats]].

You felt like telling her to go fuck herself and storm out of the studio and forget the whole deal. Only you knew that you couldn’t do that, at least not if you wanted to keep a roof over your head. After already volunteering to be in the vid, showing up at the studio, and being told that it was going to be just another guy to fuck? Well, backing out at this point would have been a very big embarrassment for Carter, and upsetting a “Crime Boss” was not your idea of making progress as far as getting off of Binder. If anything, upsetting Carter too much might make it easy to get off of Binder, as long as you didn’t mind being sent off planet in small little pieces on several different ships to different parts of the galaxy. \n\nSo you did the only thing you could do, and that was tell yourself that all you had to do was get through the day and everything will be fine. Maybe it helped that you weren’t involved in some sort of “high-end” production. This wasn’t one of those porn-vids that tried to pretend to be some kind of “high-brow art-project”. It was nothing more than a quick “wham-bam, thank-you, ma’am” sort of vid. Oh, there was a quick scene where you and Shawn had to pretend to be sisters getting ready to go to a party at a friend’s house. But other than a few words about looking forward to having a good time, there really wasn’t anything difficult about the scene. \n\nBut now that you had gotten past all of the ‘dialog’ parts of the vid, that meant there was no need to pretend to do anything than what you had been hired to do, and that was to have sex in front of the camera. It was odd to think that so many people were needed on the set to film just two people having sex. You could understand the four men who were clearly the ‘crew’. After all, it made sense that one man held the camera while one worked the lights and [[another worked the sound equipment]].

But their actual engines could instantly kick in and instead of trying to increase the distance between the two ships, they could start to pull away while you and the rest of your crew had to scramble to get back onto your ship, start up the engines again, and charge the main weapons. By that time, if they were fast enough, they could have folded space and been too far away for you to catch up with them again. \n\nThat only left you one option in order to be successful and that was to rely on pure ruthlessness in your attack. So there was no need to be subtle about anything at all. There was no need for you to be concerned about damaging possible cargo you could loot. You would have to break into the ship as fast as possible and kill as many people as soon as you saw them. And in order to do that, you simply couldn’t stand around the airlock for Hank to open it. And that was especially true now that the other crew might have had time to disengage several connections that would [[cut the power to the doors completely]]. \n\n

The next guy wasn’t quite as large, but had a bit more than the captain. You continued to cry at the way you were being fucked by everyone on the crew and you actually heard one of the other females on the crew cheering them on as they switched from one guy to the next. Someone pulled the gag out of your mouth, only to replace it by his hard cock. \n[img[z/zh.JPG]]\nYou felt your body rocked by the guy thrusting his hips against you and your already sore voice from screaming was even worse by the way that your throat was stretched by the cocks shoved down it. You never had a chance to even recover. One guy would fuck you and cum inside of you, only to be replaced by someone else. All while some guy shoved his cock in your mouth and came down your throat, only to be [[replaced by another guy]]. \n\n

You didn’t like using the word “victim” to describe your choices. But that was basically what they were. Your brain patterns would be scanned, and then superimposed on their brain patterns, literally taking over the body. And while that might not have been too bad at first, the only way to separate the two patterns was to force the “dominate one” into a cloned body, or a convicted criminal. Because as soon as that “dominate brain wave pattern was removed, it would disrupt the original pattern to the point of leaving the person brain dead. Even with the best of medical supervision, the damage done to brain activity and synapses would have left the “victim” a brain-dead vegetable. \n\nSo you decided that the only thing to do was to use: \n\n[[Lucas McKay]], a 42 year old father of 4. \n[[Mary Sheppard]], a 29 year old mother of 2. \n[[Eve Jones]], a 18 year old female. \n[[John Caldwell]], a 15 year old male.

But despite his personal reasons for wanting to get rid of you, you have to give him credit for one thing. He was more than happy to provide a glowing reference for you when you applied to another ship. In fact, it was his recommendation to take you aboard as a second-class engineer, without certifications, that actually got you the job. \n<<set $bj += 3>> <<set $swal += 1>> <<set $face += 2>>\nYou found yourself actually leaving the port before your first ship did. And while you missed being able to have fun with Joe, you couldn’t deny that you felt better aboard your new ship knowing that the captain only expected you to perform in the engine room. Plus, you got a much larger hiber-bed [[in your new cabin]].\n\n

Yet, the odd thing was, for the first time since coming aboard the ship, Walter broke ship protocol by storming into the engineering department. It was an unwritten rule, but one that was enforced on almost every ship that nobody ever came into the engine room without an escort from an engineer. For Walter to do such a thing would have given you every right in the universe to jump all down his throat for just storming into the room. Yet, without so much as a nod of his head, he walked over the decontamination room and joined Irene in the shower. You felt for sure that she would not put up with him being there, but to your shock she swiftly threw her arms around him and started to give him a kiss. \n\nIt wasn’t long until you had to try very hard to ignore what was going on just a few feet away from you. But the noise made it impossible. You heard Irene’s moans as she was being fucked in the shower and the fact that she was using one of the [[partitions to help support herself]] up didn’t help either. \n\n

“Eve, come here.” Your mistress calls to you. \n[img[z/zat.JPG]]\nYou cross the room worried that you had done something wrong and that she was going to start beating you again for no reason. You quickly ran over your last few hours and couldn’t think of anything that you had done that would have upset her. But you knew that it didn’t take much to piss her off and the look on her face wasn’t [[really all that reassuring]]. \n\n

But at the same time, you simply hadn’t really shown her any sort of indication that you could be a “real friend” either. You had been forced, either through schedules or through planning to be kept apart from each other most of the time. You shared the same daily routine of showers and meals. You sat through a few of her other “lessons” here and there. But as far as being able to talk to each other about anything personal? Well, that simply wasn’t encouraged. And now that you finally had the time to talk to her about personal matters, there was a feeling that you were pushing the limits more than you should have been pushing them. \n\nOnly you saw the look that crossed her face before she said anything at all. She was going to tell you what had happened. Not because she trusted you as a friend, but because you needed to know in order to prepare yourself in case the same thing happened to you. The sort of look that told you that she was going to tell you the whole truth, but you weren’t going to like it. And a look that told you that she was going to judge you by the way you judged her after she finished explaining it to you. \n\n“Look, Eve.” Hilda says. “If you have a baby here, you don’t get to see it or hold it or anything. They completely knock you out cold and cut you open and pull the baby out of you. The next few days are spent with doctors and trainers that remove the scars, and dry your tits out and get you back into shape again. Most of your time is going to be spent working out all fucking day, no matter how sore you are or how tired. Either you lose all the baby weight you gained or you get demoted back down to guest entertainer. And if they have orders to do it, they will gut you and pull out all the baby making stuff. Ovaries, tubes, womb, the whole nine yards. You’ll be as barren as Penny is. And if you are unlucky, they will simply put you on the pill and let you play the odds again like Vicky. That’s what happened to me. I had a birth control device put into me when I was captured as a slave, only the master had it removed and they flushed my system when I got here. I was brought in specifically to have a kid with him. But now I’m back on a short-term pill to keep me from being knocked up again too soon. But that will [[only last for another six months at most]].”

“Looks like.” He admits. “As much as I hate to say this, working on military vehicles is a pain in the butt because of the time involved, but the pay is good.” \n\n“I will take your word for it.” You keep building them if you want. “I would rather stay on the ground and collect a paycheck for sitting on my butt.” \n\nHe laughs as he leaves you to step into the maglift but it left you with another piece of information to take into account. You had to figure out a way off the planet before the Archer was finished or she would be dispatched to stop you before you were even a day off the planet. And while it was true that she was bigger than most spaceships and you could see her without having to use a pair or binoculars to magnify the sight of her? Well, those huge ships tended to have really big guns that could puncture a hole all the way through a normal passenger ship in one shot. \n\nYou knew that the Orion military was building bigger and more powerful ships. But to know that the first one was almost ready to have test flights within the next week or two was a big concern. It only reminded you just how much you needed to get away as soon as possible and let other people know what to expect. If you could avoid your friend, and get away from the Archer at the same time, you might be able to survive long enough to cross the border. Getting home was something completely different. \n\nYou were still trying to figure out your plans to get to the borders when you drifted off to sleep that night. A sleep that wasn’t exactly the [[best sleep you ever had]].

Who found the two of you, you don’t really recall. Mostly because you were on the verge of passing out from the way you felt. But the “after battle report”, as the captain called it while he chewed the two of you out, was a long list of injuries. A major concussion, a broken collarbone and upper arm, several cuts, two broken noses, four chipped teeth, a blood transfusion, multiple bite marks, a twisted knee, a dislocated thumb, five cracked ribs, three broken fingers, a twisted wrist, a busted eardrum, not to mention a lot of stitches. And yet, despite all of that, it didn’t even cover the fact that you had to walk around on crutches and Kelly needed to be put on medical leave for the remainder of the trip for a possible fractured skull. Nor did it mention the fact that you had run out of eyes to blacken between the pair of you. It had been brutal and it had been simply too much for the captain to take. \n<<set $expect = "a troubled but cute teen runaway">>\nIf one of you had simply snapped and attacked the other, he would have fired the aggressor on the spot. But since both of you had gone through so much trouble to incapacitate each other and become nothing more than cargo? Well, he had no choice in the matter but to fire both of you and that was that. He could put up with a lot of stuff, and had either one of you approached him about it, he would have set up a controlled fight in the cargo bay and let you beat each other with padded gloves and headgear until you couldn’t swing anymore. But taking tools and using them as weapons? Complete disregard and endangerment of a crewmember? Well, there was no coming back from that. \n<<set $man += 2>> <<set $woman -= 2>>\nYou were confined to your cabin for the rest of the trip, learning the hard way that your door had been disconnected from the hydraulics, making it impossible to open until reconnected from the other side. Kelly was restricted to the medical bay, unless released at which point she would be confined to her cabin until the end of the trip. Your meals were brought to you, and you were slightly relieved that you hadn’t been put on a bread and water died for the next few weeks. But you had nothing to do but read a very small supply of “approved” technical manuals, and sleep in your hiber-bed [[as you healed]].

No, despite the vast amount of distance, the generations of human technological advances and the eons of attempts to keep the people under control in one way or the other, smugglers were just as popular now as they were in the days when sneaking a case of whiskey across the border was a common event. And just like the days of smuggling whiskey across the border, the methods were the same. \n\nBribery was still the most effective method of getting someone to look the other way. You would be shocked to see how many of your crates could be given the stamp of approval in port for just a few hundred credits. And when bribes wouldn’t work, then the organized criminal element could easily find another way to threaten someone, or in some cases simply kill someone and put their own people in charge of the ports. When bribe and threats didn’t work, you could simply offer then a small little ‘taste’ of whatever you were smuggling to make them look the other way. A very effective method of dealing with military vessels, all of which were not permitted to have alcohol or drugs onboard, but almost always did. A successful “inspection” by a military ship tended to result in three or four “broken crates” of alcohol at the end of the trip for the smugglers. \n\nThe only real “dangerous” cargo to smuggle was human beings. But since most of them were kept in stasis pods for the trip, they weren’t a danger for the crew to deal with. No, the danger came from who those people were. Being caught helping a criminal escape was just as likely to get the whole crew arrested, or spaced depending on the criminal, than anything else. But then again, since most of the people who were looking to be smuggled onto another planet were involved in crimes of one form or the other, they tended to have falsified records to indicate their identities. And the only way to verify their true identity would be to remove them from stasis, take them back to the planet that wanted to arrest them and do a full DNA scan there, then have both the cargo ship’s and the arresting ship’s crews spending weeks or months for the criminal case to go to court, the cost would be to [[expensive to even bother with]].

----------\n<<pink>> “Easy honey.” <</pink>> Eve’s voice said in your head. <<pink>>“Don’t panic. I’ve got you. Just do what I tell you to do and you’ll be okay.”<</pink>>\n-----------------\n\nHaving Eve’s voice in your head at least helped you calm down a little. You were still frightened beyond imagination at what the man might have told you to do. In your old body you would have been able to fight the man in hand-to-hand combat and probably been able to kill him in mere seconds if you had to. But you knew from prior experience that all of your so-called “fighting skills” hadn’t been transferred in the mindgraft. Not only that, but you were in a completely new body to begin with. Trying to do combat moves that took weeks to months to perfect would have been completely clumsy and ineffective in a new body that had no training at all. \n\n“What’s your name, cumslut?” He asks you. \n\n“Eve, sir.” You reply. \n\nThe slap you got wasn’t really hard. But it was hard enough to get your attention that you had answered the question incorrectly. There was a slight pause as he started to ram his finger into your pussy harder than he really needed to, which forced another whimper out of you. Only this time it wasn’t a [[whimper of fear so much as pain]]. \n\n

You set the computer to start the timer and slammed the “emergency stasis” button as you stepped into the stasis pod. Most of the pods would put you to sleep slowly, lowering breathing and heartbeat to roughly one per two minutes as you went into a deep sleep to pass the weeks between systems. But the emergency stasis button was in case of ship failure. It would quickly put you into stasis until a rescue vessel could get to you, if it ever did. While most of the regular stasis pods would keep you alive for a year at most, one set in emergency mode could keep you going for a decade, provided the power source didn’t let out and your pod wasn’t punctured and leaving you exposed to space. \n\nBut by hitting the emergency button, your body was pierced by multiple needles pumping you full of drugs to knock you out. Your were barely able to keep your eyes open long enough to see the monitor of the main computer count down to zero and see that the graft had begun. You didn’t feel anything, mostly because you were numb from your head to your toes at this point. But suddenly the screen flashed red as an “error message” popped up. It was [[the last thing you remembered]] seeing.

---------------\n<<pink>>“Well.” <</pink>> The voice in your head said.<<pink>> “I think that Kelly really likes you.” <</pink>> \n<<set $opt = "right">> \n“Are you kidding?” You ask the voice. “She tricked me into having sex.” \n\n<<pink>>“But come on, it was fun.” <</pink>> The voice says. <<pink>>“The way that Kelly sounded as she breathed against my ear? Oh, I was so turned on. It’s just a shame that you are the type of girl who goes [[crying in her room]] from a guy cumming on her face. I would have at least enjoyed it.” <</pink>> \n--------------------

For that matter, how was Eve even able to contact your awareness on her own anyway? Wasn’t she supposed to be more or less in the background of your mind, allowing you access to her memories and abilities. Oh, you were supposed to be able to pass for Eve in a pinch with someone who knew her, but that was because she was supposed to be a completely open book you could access whenever needed. \n[img[z/33.gif][g6]]\n<<pink>>“James!”<</pink>> Eve shouts. \n\n

You quickly head to the vehicle and get inside of it and take a seat. Tracy sits next to you and you expected him to get back in and leave right away. But you watched him go inside of the house, completely ignoring the two of you for several minutes. You were starting to wonder if it was possible to overpower the chauffeur and simply take the vehicle and drive off. But after looking at the controls of the thing? Well, you figured it would be safer for you and for everyone else if you didn’t touch anything at all. You sat in the vehicle with your hands in your lap and started to share Tracy’s fear. The only thing that you felt comfortable about was the fact that she was pressed up against you as if you were able to protect her in some way or the other. \n\nAnd that was an odd reaction to have at the moment. You were in the exact same situation as she was in and yet despite being at least two or three years older than you were she was looking at you to provide her protection. Maybe it was simply because she had been in the house longer and had to put up with more “discipline” than you had to put up with. Or maybe it was because you were a few inches taller than she was. Whatever had happened to put you in the role of “protector” with her, you don’t know. But you found it oddly comforting to be looked up to. \n\nYet the man finally returned to the vehicle and got inside without saying a word to anyone. He did make it clear by the wave of his hand that you were supposed to move over so that he could sit between the two of you. Something that you did because you knew better than to refuse, but you didn’t want to do at all. He enjoyed riding in the vehicle and putting his arms around both of you. It wasn’t a sign of affection so much as simply a man taking advantage of the situation he was in and knowing that neither one of you were [[going to say or do]] anything about it.

It was odd to think that there was a “secret code” as far as how you talked to each other, seeing how you were all whores in one way or the other, but there was a secret code that had to be learned in order to keep yourself out of trouble. And it wasn’t just the customers who had their own “codes” to keep up with, but the girls did as well. When a girl was with a customer in her room, she was never having sex; she was “changing clothes”. When a male customer was looking for fun and not sex, he was simply a “good laugh”. But if it happened to be another female customer, which was extremely rare; she was simply “one of the girls” no matter what her purpose was. \n\nBut the code didn’t just extend to explaining the sort of people who were at the Red Rabbit, but also acted as code between the “working girls” and what they were doing or the type of men they were with. A man who was looking for just a blowjob was a “good kisser”, while those looking for anal sex were “dear friends”. Men who had a preference for women on top of them while having sex were considered a “hard worker”, while those who enjoyed being on top of a female were “traditionalist”. And that didn’t even cover the “special requests” that happened from time to time, most of which had to be approved by Amanda before anything could happen at all. \n\nThankfully, the men who normally had “special requests” also had their own regulars to see. So while it might happen from time to time that you got asked to do something that you weren’t at all comfortable with, having Amanda around to “check with first” meant that most of the time you were able to get out of having to do anything at all. The odd thing was, most of the girls who were involved in those “special requests” tended to more or less stay in their rooms most of the time and you only knew of [[them by name or room number]].

Not just rammed it into her, but hard enough that each time he shoved his dick into her he grunted from the effort. And you could only stand there in complete silence as Hilda cried uncontrollably at the sheer pain she must be feeling at the moment. Having her vagina spanked for several minutes and now brutally fucked? There was no chance of having any sort of mercy at all as far as her body was concerned. There was nothing she could do about it now, other than try to get through it without losing her mind in the process. And there was nothing you could do about it either but stand there and watch. Jason made sure of that by ordering you to keep looking. \n\nIf there was any mercy at all it was the fact that Jason was turned on by the ‘show’ that had happened earlier on the bed. Either that or hearing the way Hilda cried in sheer pain at being abused turned him on. Either way, it didn’t really make much difference as far as how Hilda felt about the whole thing. It did however help Jason be a little too aroused before he put his dick inside of her and after about ten minutes of brutally ramming his dick inside of her he suddenly paused and pulled his dick out without any warning. \n\nThe instant that he did pull his dick out of her pussy, the response from Hilda was unmistakable. She actually let out a deep whine and lowered her head towards her small breasts as she continued to cry. But the slight change in her voice indicated that she was still crying from the pain she felt, but grateful for the punishment to finally have stopped. Only it hadn’t completely stopped, at least not yet. [[Jason simply smiled at you]] as he stood up and walked over to you and pushed you down onto your knees in front of him.

There is something magical about that time after having a meal and before going to bed. That time when you are settling in for the night, watching your favorite shows, or simply curled up with a good book after supper. A few people might find this time as their only “private” time of the day; others see it as a chance to take care of a couple of daily chores like cleaning or laundry. But almost everywhere in the galaxy, it was the time that people expected the least amount of trouble to show up at their door. And it was the time that was almost perfect to attack a house and raid it. \n<<set $trad = "bad">><<set $opt = "wrong">>\nMack had already set the breaching charges, and the plan was a simple one as far as you were concerned. Since the door would be blown off the hinges and into the house, you would quickly enter to the left as he stepped to the right. A quick scan of the room, tagging anyone you saw, as the family responded to the sudden noise and shock of their door disappearing would be enough to give you a few extra seconds to tranquilize them before they could do anything. \n\nOnly instead of being able to tag the whole family at once, there was only one person who was in the main room. The rest of the family was spread out in the house, and came at the two of you from different locations to see what was going on. Only the younger male in the house had been more alert than you would have expected. Either that or he was simply messing around with the gun in the house preparing for some hunting trip or as part of his nightly routine to do drills for either the [[military or his local school]]. \n\n

The once warm and tingling sensation was so intense this time that you can’t help but let out a soft moan, even though heavily medicated. Something about that last sensation was so over powering that it was impossible for you to ignore. You don’t want to think about it, but it is all you can think about. How would you have felt if it wasn’t for the drugs restricting your body from reacting? Clearly “Eve” , or whatever the voice was called, was enjoying it much more than you were. She was even begging to do it again and again. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing and yet despite how your body was feeling, you wanted to at least know what she had enjoyed about the whole thing. \n\n---------\n<<pink>>“God, yes.” <</pink>> You heard the voice call out one more time. <<pink>>“Give me something to suck on you fucking bastard”.<</pink>> \n--------\n\nAll you could see was the crotch of the bouncer in front of you moving back and forth. You knew that he was forcing his cock down your throat and yet you couldn’t feel it. Nor could you feel the guy under you or behind you at the moment. All you could do was limply lean against one bouncer’s hips as the other helped to hold your shoulders upward. Yet, the voice in your head was so into the whole thing that you couldn’t help but wonder [[what she was saying]]. \n\n

You softly smiled as you leaned over and gave her a hug. You had no intention of going too far with her, and while she might have been interested, it would have been safer for you and for her to simply act as a friend and someone who she could talk to and not just assume that a look meant something that it didn’t. \n<<set $uare = "not a virgin">> <<set $three += 1>> \nAlmost instantly you could see the relief on her face as you just hugged her. It was obvious that people on the ship liked her and got along with her, but she was missing the chance to simply have a “girl” friend who she could talk to. There were just some things that no matter how much you wanted to say, you couldn’t say to the other people on the ship like you could with someone of your own gender. Something that was made clear as Kelly continued to talk to you while fixing the part you were working on. \n<<set $bj += 1>> <<set $face += 1>> <<set $fuk += 1>>\n“I’m serious.” Kelly says. “If you want, I can show you what I mean.” \n<<set $impress = "cute but innocent">> \n“No, that’s okay.” You say, but it was pointless. \n<<set $trust = "want to">> <<set $expect = "sweet but sheltered">> \nKelly was already stepping out of the hallway and on the search for someone on the crew. You barely had time to put the cover back in place and finish up your job when she came back with Larry in tow behind her. She simply smiled at you as she casually unzipped Larry’s jumpsuit and exposed his still limp cock. You felt yourself jerked down onto your knees in front of him as Kelly pulled you down to her. You were trying to tell her that you didn’t need to learn how to suck a cock when she guides his limp cock into your [[mouth without as much as]] a word.

----------\n<<pink>>“Oh, come on.” <</pink>> A voice in the back of your head said to you as you slept.<<pink>> “It wasn’t that bad. Actually, it was kind of surprising how big he felt. I bet if you just got used to it that you would be able to enjoy it. Maybe next time [[you should let me do]] it.” <</pink>>\n-----------\n

-------------\nBut the voice in your head wasn’t feeling any of the pain at all. You heard the female voice crying out again and again in joy at the sensation. You had to know what was going on and you forced your attention to the sounds of the voice as she started to encourage Scott to keep going. \n\n“Who are you?” You ask the female voice. \n\n<<pink>>“Oh, god.” <</pink>>She calls back. <<pink>>“Fuck me, you stud. God yes, fucking pound my little pussy you fucking beast. Oh god, yes, oh fuck me, ohmygod!” <</pink>>\n[img[z/zad.JPG]]\nThe scream that she lets out is clearly one of having an orgasm. You’ve heard several females calling out in similar fashion over the years, but this was the first time that you had it happening inside of your head. You not only heard her cries of passion, but you were overwhelmed by the feeling yourself and couldn’t stop yourself from joining her screams as you felt your [[body start to shiver and]] quake.\n---------------------\n\n

And as far as Tom? Well, how do you put it in context? Over all he was a completely lousy and selfish ‘fuck’ who only was there to get off. Once he got what he wanted, which was a climax, he was pretty much out of the picture completely. And as you tried to figure out how you felt about the whole thing, you had to admit that you were not at all impressed with either his cock size or his climax. If it hadn’t been for the grunting that he did just before he came, you would never have known about it at all. Even as you cleaned yourself up with the damn wipes by the sink, you didn’t know why you bothered at all. From what you could tell, other than a little bit of moisture, there really didn’t appear to be anything to clean up at all. \n\nBut as far as Cathy was concerned? Well, you weren’t exactly comfortable with what she had done while you were being fucked. The way she was squeezing your breasts and playing with your nipples. You would have been justified in being completely pissed off at the way she had acted. If it wasn’t for the fact that the entire time she was kissing your neck and gently running her tongue along the curve of your neck and shoulder. She even offered a few moans of her own pleasure as she was nibbling on your earlobes. She might have been a little rougher with you than you would have liked anyone to have been. But at the same time, she was clearly aroused much more than you were and it wouldn’t be surprising if she went back out into the bar looking to go back to the ship or to a hotel room with someone else. She was clearly worked up by the whole incident, and that [[was the part that was confusing you so]] much. \n\n

“Not to mention the fact that you will be treated respectfully because every man on this piece of shit will want to be able to see you more than once.” She continues as she reaches into her desk for a small control. “Look, let me show you something.” \n\nYou watch as she starts to flick through several vid-cams around the building, and not just in the rooms that were used by the girls. You look at the lobby, the bar, the restaurant, the small dance-floor that you didn’t see earlier and was an artificial garden, probably up on the roof of the building. \n\n“As you can see, the men who come here are well behaved, and know better than to start problems. A few times we have a guy who likes something special, but only with the same girl, and nobody else. Those guys are brought in through the backdoor and not allowed to socialize with the other girls while he is here.” She says. “But I want you to look at this and tell me what you think.” \n\nYou watch as she turns the monitor to the vid-cams that were pointing outward from her place. You see girls working on the streets of the red-district who were not a staff-member of the Red Rabbit. You could tell right away that they were not as well cared for. You were afraid that you were about to watch one of the girls actually “work” in the middle of the street when she was suddenly slapped by some guy. You watched as she was slapped again and again and then only stopped once she handed him a wad of cash. Even then, you watched her giving the same guy who just slapped her a blowjob, even though you couldn’t really see [[anything from the images]].

Your head rang from whatever item she had used to hit you with, but then again her whole left arm was hanging at the side of her body, clearly broken or dislocated when you had used a small hammer to hit her with it. You were starting to circle each other, breathing heavily as you kept an eye on each other. You both had a weapon in your hand at the moment. She had a small screwdriver she was willing to use as a knife, and you had your small hammer and ready to use it as a club if you had to. \n<<set $fit = "wild and untrained but also dirty">>\nThere was no need to go over the names you had called each other over the last few minutes. You actually had run out of names to call her a while back and just kept with the old standby of bitch, whore, and skank. Kelly had a more colorful vocabulary, but had also run out of names and simply called you a wide range of variations of a lesbian in one form or the other. \n<<set $medic = "clean wounds or change bandages">>\nKelly saw an opening and lunged at you, missing by only a few inches with her screwdriver. But the fight was finally over. Not because she had tried to stab you and realized what she was doing. But because when she missed you, the small hammer in your hand came down and hit her in the head, knocking her out instantly. For one brief second you were afraid you might have accidentally killed her. But she was on the floor, still breathing, although not moving at all. \n\nNow that the fight was over, all the adrenalin that had been pumping through your body as well as just pure determination, simply flooded out of you in one heartbeat. Your knees buckled and you fell to the floor, leaning against the wall, breathing heavy and more fatigued than you have ever been in your life. There was a long pause as you kept your eyes on her but she started to finally move after a low but long moan. She slowly rolled over onto her back while holding her head and didn’t move as she was clearly still in pain and stunned [[by the blow to her head]].

And when the door opened and Tim walked in with the VIP guest, the whole thing took on an even stranger feeling. There were no introductions made, and there wasn’t really any need to make them anyway. You recognized the young woman from the vid-shows that were broadcasted during the days. You couldn’t recall what the show was called, or what it was really all about, but you did recognize one of the main stars from the show as she walked into the room and saw you and Tracy chained to the wall. \n[img[z/27.JPG]]\n“How long ago?” She asks Tim. \n\n“Uh, let’s see.” He says as he looks at his watch. “Probably about seven hours or so? Enough time to be medically checked, but that’s about all. I don’t even think they have been officially processed yet. But, you know how the law is, that’s why they are branded. After all, we wouldn’t [[want to do anything illegal]], now would we?”\n\n

<<set $age += 7>> \nMack Flowe <<print $age>> year old male. \n[img[z/Mack.JPG]]\nMack Flowe could probably earn more money working as a male model. But he actually enjoys his job and the dangers. Centuries ago people would have called him a “daredevil” or even an “adrenalin junkie”. There may be some truth to this concept as Mack tends to enjoy taking risks while off duty by orbital sky-diving and rock-climbing without ropes or anti-gravity belts for safety. But the good build and good looks makes most people forget about the dangers he puts himself into. Mack is often swamped by females for his attention while in port. \n\nOn the ship: Mack has a comfortable job. As “supply officer” he is really just in charge of making sure that the weapons work. But once they are checked out, they could be stored for decades before having to be checked out again. Because of this amount of free time, he enjoys working out or practicing on the range within the cargo bay. There are times when Mack makes the joke of putting a pool in the cargo bay. But you get the feeling that if he could ever find a way to actually do it, he would. \n\nOn a raid: Mack is by far the most deadly shot you’ve ever seen in your life or lives as the case may be. His ability to use weapons is unmatched by anyone on the ship, not even Geoff’s uncanny accuracy is close. But while Mack has amazing aim with weapons, his favorite technique to “tag targets” is with a stun grenade or the tranq-net. Both of which don’t require aiming at all, but simply hitting an area. And yet despite this style of storming a building, there is still something very comforting about knowing that his deadly accuracy is available if you need it, seeing how you have been assigned to be his partner. \n\n<<back>>

You couldn’t deny the thrill you got when you were in the process of landing the ship and being able to bark out orders to the engine room to give you more power or to direct where power went. Without any prior experience as a captain or a member of the engine room, you could easily by-pass both of them at a second’s notice without fear of anyone countermanding your orders. In fact, while each department had their own “leader” and the captain was the only one who could truly make an order, when you were landing the ship, you were the one that was in charge of the whole ship and everyone in it. \n[img[z/1.JPG]]\nBut the aspect that you loved more than anything else about being a pilot was the type of qualities you needed in order to be a good one. Even a bad one, if you were being honest with yourself, but bad pilots didn’t have long to live before they screwed up a landing and got killed in the process. But a good pilot needed to have quick reflexes, a deep trust of your own ’gut-feeling’ about things, a sharp eye that could easily pick out a specific display and notice it without interfering with noticing other displays and your main screen at the same time. And while most of the ’vital information’ was displayed on your main viewer when you landed the ship, even those displays could be [[switched at the push]] of a button.

Yet, something simply snapped in your mind when the “mistress” started to walk away from you. Your fingers quickly shifted from holding the rod out like it smelled up the place to wrapping around the grip and swinging it with all your might against the back of her head. In one swift motion you had completely caved the back of her head in, dropping her to the ground with a resounding thud as she slightly twitched and died. You had a wild fire burning in your eyes as you looked over the shocked look of the slaves staring at you in complete disbelief. \n[img[z/zar.jpg]]\n“Don’t just stand there!” You snap at them. “Find a weapon, look for clothes to wear, do whatever it takes. But get the fuck out of this [[house and save yourself]].” \n\n

Once you found Kelly and told her what the captain said to you, there was a short pause before she finally filled you in on what was going on. You thought it was bad enough that Kelly had been “available” to pleasure two men before you were able to leave a system. But being stopped by the military was a different matter, especially for cargo ships like the one you were on that didn’t stick to specific routes. Routes that were normally taken up by the major names in the transportation business or used primarily for transporting people more than goods. \n<<set $oral = "struggling but getting better">>\nBut “earning your stripes” was a joke. A joke that you didn’t like at all because it meant that you and Kelly were going to be required to provide services for several men over the next few hours. The “stripes’ the captain had mentioned was a joke to the military tradition of dividing ranks by insignia. Anyone who had a “stripe” on his sleeve was not allowed to spent time with you. But if there was a small insignia on his collar or helmet? Well, that made you free game to be asked for a “private tour” of the ship, which would either involve sucking of fucking. In short, you were the “sergeants” in charge of taking care of the officers’ privates, hence “earning your stripes” for the ship. No wonder the captain [[had left the details to Kelly]]. \n\n

Your fingers quickly darted across the keyboard and you pulled up a file that you had no clue what it was for. All you could tell from the file was something about ‘partial graft’ and ‘power failure’? What the fuck did that mean. Surely it had to mean something, didn’t it? Why else would there be warning indications inside that file if it didn’t mean something. \n\nYou just woke up a few minutes ago and you were supposed to be wide awake by now. But you were sleepier now than you were when the pod opened. For some strange reason the idea of taking a nap sounded like a good idea and you found your way to a small passenger quarters and curled up in the bed. You looked around the room as you got comfortable on the small shelf that acted as a bed an saw several things that told you that this was a man’s room, but you didn’t really care. If he got mad at you for sleeping in his bed, he would have to wake you up to yell at you. But until then, you would get as much sleep as you could get. \n\nYou woke up feeling much better and clear headed. You quickly reviewed everything that had happened over the last few hours. The Orion Confederacy was after you and you had hidden yourself inside the body of a young girl through a mindgraft. You remember seeing the computer file saying there were only a partial transfer and a power failure, no wonder you were disoriented when you got out of the pod. Both minds were struggling to control the body.\n\nBut the partial transfer was a problem. It meant that you were now struggling to control the body with the mind that was born into it. The only reason that you were obviously winning that battle of wills was because you were stronger-willed than the young girl was. It left you in the worst possible situation you could be in. You not only had to be inside the young lady’s mind, but you had to control her body and actually pretend to be a teenage girl. You had no clue what to do and hoped that things would only improve the [[longer you were in control]].

But peace didn’t last for long. Just a few hours later, you were woken by a guy spreading your legs apart and the whole process started all over again. A serious of men, all one after the other came into the room and raped you in various ways. Some simply wanted to fuck your vagina, a few wanted to fuck you in the ass, more than just “a few” wanted to fuck you but have you swallow when he came. You have no concept how many men were there the second night, but you couldn’t breathe without smelling and tasting cum, and you knew that the reason the bed sheets were dirty was because it was a mixture of your own piss and cum. \n[img[z/p.JPG]]\nAt one point someone forced half of a burger in your mouth and despite the fact that it actually tasted more like cum than meat, you eagerly ate it because it was the only food you’ve [[had in two]] days. \n\n

Your crew struggled to get onto the vehicle because Cindy had a hard time controlling the urge to keep the accelerator all the way to the maximum setting. But she would slow down after passing someone and they would scramble onto the vehicle doing their best to keep their heads down and out of your line of fire. You saw three soldiers coming out of one of the building and instinctively pressed the trigger again. \n\nYour shots might not do much to the armored transport, but the exposed soldiers were riddled in yellow plasma bolts that ripped through their armor and bodies as if they were made of wet tissues. You saw them run out of the building, get hit and collapse, and not all in one piece anymore. They never had a chance, and after being shot multiple times never got back up. \n\nBut now the captain had replaced Cindy at the controls and he was a better driver, optioning for control over speed. He was moving slower, but his turns were sharper and his ability to drive the vehicle through small spots resulted in more than one person screaming out “watch out” as he drove back to the ship. You refused to leave the turret until the village and transport were well behind you and no longer a concern, then turned to face forward, thankful that your goggles came with a build-in magnification feature, just like the captain’s goggles did. You both kept an eye on things further away than they really were, and you got [[back to the ship without]] incident. \n\n

Only that had just been a little bit of ‘warm-up’ for the big finale of the vid that you were involved with. As soon as Kris swallowed the cum in her mouth, Barry stepped back a bit and told you and Kris to sit a little apart from each other as he filmed the rest of the men circling you and cumming all over your faces. With a final direction to keep your hands to yourself, you felt your head slightly tilted back by a hand on your head and your jaw slightly opened by a thumb softly tugging at your chin. \n[img[z/41.gif]]\nAnd then the river of cum erupted all over your face from multiple directions. One after another, the men would walk up to your face and cum would coat your face. You could smell the musky scent filling your nose. The portion of cum that would enter your mouth or fall into it off of your lips still had the slightly chemical taste to it, but you were told more than once not to move until the men were finished. You could feel the thickness of the cum coating your face growing more and more by each man’s climax. It wasn’t long before you simply gave up trying to even register the sensation of cum on your face and simply tried your best to stay as still [[as possible until told]] otherwise. \n\n

There was something about being a smuggler that felt like connecting with the humans from eons ago. Ever since one group of people said ‘this is not allowed’, there have been other groups who were willing to run the risks needed to get that first group what they weren’t supposed to have. From the days when humans found traveling from one side of an ocean to the other a long and dangerous adventure, smugglers have been breaking one rule or another. Everything from illegal alcohol, to drugs, to even other people, has been smuggled all over the globe. With the invention of space travel and terra-forming, the need for smugglers hasn’t decreased, it has actually increased. And in a way it actually made more sense that there was an increase to the need for smugglers. \n[img[z/35.JPG]]\nWhen you have a world that is basically “planned and controlled” from day one, the people in power almost always establish some sort of guidelines about the type of people allowed on the planet or what the planet is supposed to be used for. And yet, in all of those plans and control-related policy, the people in power always forget to include the ‘human element’. A group of people assigned to terra-form a planet are hired for their minds to operate the machines, or their broad shoulders and backs for the hard work. But those people do get bored with the same routine day in and day out. So obviously, they have a high demand of recreational activities to blow off some steam. Most of the time there may be organized games to play. But who wants to play a game with people you see every day when you can take a few minutes in your own room enjoying a well-earned strong drink, or lose yourself in a [[drug-induced euphoria]]?

You couldn’t help but smile when Cathy finally broke the kiss. Not because of the fact that you were happy about the kiss itself, which you were. No, you were smiling because of the way that Eve had sounded while she said that last part inside of your head. She reminded you of a lot of the girls you used to seduce as part of you cover story as a virile young man on the way up. A slight bit of a whine that they weren’t satisfied with the situation, and lack of attention. But at the same time, a slight hint of begging for something to happen at the same time. You never had the heart to tell them that it always made them sound as if they were simply too timid to actually ask for sex, but they all wanted it. \n\nOnly it wasn’t you who was going to be able to enjoy the evening, but Eve. Just as Cathy broke the kiss and smiled at you, the bathroom door opened up and the man who she had been flirting with for the last few minutes slipped into the bathroom. Almost immediately, Cathy left your side and walked over to the door and locked it behind the man. She then guided him over to stand next to you and actually pinched your ass as she held out her hand for something. \n\nYou watched as the man quickly counted out 100 sterlings and handed them to Cathy. She then tucked the large pieces of paper into her bra, turned to you and gave you a quick wink before pushing the [[man closer to you with her]] shoulder. \n\n

-------------\n<<pink>>“That fucking son of a bitch.” <</pink>> Eve said in your head that night. \n<<set $oral = "eager but unskilled">> <<set $man -= 10>>\n“Give it a rest already.” You tell her. “Look, clearly that kid was taking care of the old lady. The captain just figured that the kid would wake up, get freed and keep her alive.” \n<<set $orre = "reluctant to have a facial">> <<set $woman += 10>>\n<<pink>><<pink>>“Oh, fuck you too.” <</pink>> Eve said, clearly unable to let go of her anger. “That was my fucking tag; I [[should get the bonus]] for it.” <</pink>>\n-----------\n

Yet, the other eight members of the crew seemed to be friendly enough, and it was a strange mix of personalities and genders. It wasn’t quite half male and half female, but it was close enough to prevent anyone from getting the idea that you had been brought aboard the ship as “entertainment”, which was something that a whore would sometimes do for extra money and to go to a different planet. No, you were a real member of the crew and as such you had specific expectations of you that had to be met both on ship and off. \n\nBut one of those expectations was one that you hadn’t been prepared for. Probably because when you were a male it was something that never would have happened. But as a female, especially one that was so young, it was something you should have thought about a lot more before agreeing to join the crew. You might not have been aboard the ship for the crew’s entertainment, but the captain had different thoughts and the first week of your new life as a crew member you were called into the captain’s cabin and he made it perfectly clear that you were going to have sex or you were going to be spaced. \n\nYou didn’t have much choice in the matter since it was either be a willing sexual partner or being killed without so much as a word to anyone, floating off into the vastness of space and never found again. It was not what you would call the best way to live, but at least it did keep you alive longer than [[the next ten minutes]]. \n\n

“Slowly.” Penny whispers against your ear. “Slowly suckle that hot dog like a small dick. Just imagine how good the creamy cum will taste as it goes down your throat when master cums in your mouth. How much you enjoy the salty taste, how delightful the jizz feels on your tongue. Just imagine it as you put the hotdog into your mouth that its master’s beautiful thick dick, all hard and juicy. A large wad of his savory sperm dripping from the tip, just waiting for you to lick it off with the tip of your tongue. Isn’t it delightful?” \n[img[z/24.JPG]]\nThe only satisfaction you could get out of the small meal was the fact that you could actually do to the hotdog what you had wanted to do to Dave, Tim and your master as well. You violently bit into the hotdog as if you were biting their dicks off. But that was only a small satisfaction that was quickly cancelled as soon as you got the slightest hint of the taste of semen. Once you could actually taste the slight saltiness and musky scent, your stomach felt like revolting and emptying on the table in front of you. The only reason you didn’t lose control was because you knew the satisfaction that it would give both Dave and Penny as they watched to make sure you [[finished off the hotdog completely]]. \n\n

-----------\n“Eve?” You called out. “Eve, you there? Where are you? Eve! Eve! You hear me!” \n\n<<pink>>“I said I’m not talking to you unless you are able to enjoy it.” <</pink>> She finally replies. \n\nYou can hear the anger in her voice. You have no idea how long you called her name only to find [[silence as your only answer]].\n-----------

You barely made up your mind what you were going to do when the captain called out that he was about to cum. You should have been able to pick up on the signals much sooner but you didn’t have the experience to tell what was a hard cock in general and a cock that was stiff because it was about to unleash a load of cum. And you clearly didn’t have the experience to be able to tell the difference between a cock that was “twitching” from your own motions and “twitching” because he was struggling to avoid climaxing. Thankfully the warning from the captain gave you just enough time to stop sucking his cock and back away from him. \n[img[z/b.gif]]\nBut while you had to remind yourself to stay close enough to let him stroke his cock off onto your face; you were not at all prepared for the sheer volume of cum to hit your face in such a short amount of time. Oh, you knew that you had a fair amount of “shooting off” when you were a guy, but the captain put your old body to shame with the [[volume and force of]] his climax. \n\n

Of course, you knew you should have kept your mouth shut. At least to Vicky and Penny. But Eve had been a little too excited and you accidentally let it slip out to Tracy and Hilda that you were about to have a birthday soon. And while you were more than happy to tell your two ‘friends’ that you were about to turn 19, you should have known better than to let Vicky get on your nerves and mention it to her when she was pestering you about what was making you so grumpy. Sure enough, your “birthday party” ended up having to give Brad another rough blowjob, only he decided that it would be “appropriate” for you to enjoy a slice of cake for your birthday after he came all over it. It didn’t help that the cake actually read ‘Happy Birthday Cumslut’ and had a picture of a dick cumming into an open mouth. \n[img[z/12.gif][65]]\n

And it wasn’t just your vaginas that she abused either. She gave both of your breasts extended and very painful squeezes, much more than you would have ever expected a woman to give another woman. And shockingly strong considering her small frame in general. And that wasn’t all either. She might not have been allowed to use the more intimidating items on your assholes, but she was able to at least use the handle of the whips inside of both of you. A rather unpleasant feeling as she had to reach up from under you to push it inside of you without lubrication, but it was so thin that it didn’t actually hurt. \n\nOr at least it didn’t hurt as far as stretching you out was concerned. It still hurt because of the fact that it was a shaped wooden handle that she shoved into you without lubrication. And that only made you feel the slight ribbed like feeling of the handle as it moved. And the fact that she had left the whips sticking out of your asses, making you both oddly push away from the wall to keep the whips from being pushed further inside of you. Which in turn only exposed your crotches and midsections that much more for her to spank again and again with other whips and paddles. \n\nHow she was able to do it you don’t really know. She was either too quick for you to properly react or too skilled to allow you to really recover enough to attempt to do anything. But a few quick hits with the belt along your stomach to keep you momentarily docile, then a quick flurry of strikes against your bare ass, and you were actually slightly thankful for her to [[unfasten you from the wall to slightly]] ‘walk off the pain’ more than protest and try to get away.

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<<set $age += 6>>\nA <<print $age>> year old, blonde. \n[img[z/Kris.JPG]]\nKris is seen as the “star” of the Red Rabbit. As such she has a full schedule of regulars, special requests to be in vids, attend parties and to do “private parties”. You don’t really see Kris that much because she is kept so busy that she normally has her meals served to her room in order to avoid being asked to work when eating in the restaurant. Kris would easily be able to pay for a ticket off of Binder, or even have a few of her “regulars” pay for it, if it wasn’t for the fact that she would lose money if she did it. There is a rumor that Kris has several “Family” members pressuring her to stop working and start a family with him, but you have not seen any real evidence to support that. Her reputed specialty is “oral sex”. \n\nKris has pity for you, but only in regards to the fact that when she started to work on Binder, she was a lot like you are. But she sees you as a “diamond in the rough” and with the proper encouragement and given enough time, you could actually work your way up to her level of “skills”. It isn’t so much that she wants you to be her replacement, but that she wants you to be qualified enough to at least help take over part of her work-load and make things easier for her. She has mixed feelings with being assigned to work with you because she knows that you don’t have the required skills to be an effect team, and yet looks forward to being able to help you “improve” whenever possible. \n\nYou think that Kris may have a few problems that most people don’t really think about. The fact that she had no desire to leave Binder makes you think that she has some serious legal issues back home. And that the way she enjoys her work so much, you get the feeling that she is just a sex-addicted-nymph who works as a prostitute because she would have been one no matter where she was. You have the feeling that under different conditions she would have been arrested or locked up for her own good if not on Binder. \n\n<<back>>

You couldn’t help but wonder if the pirates who used to sail around the world in wooden ships hoping for good winds felt the same way you did during their “down time”. Was it possible that those men, who faced a completely different set of difficulties and different levels of technology, found themselves completely bored when there was nothing for them to do between attacks? And if so, did they find themselves wondering if they had made a mistake all along or simply just hit a patch of bad luck with nothing better to do than to sit around and gossip like a bunch of school girls on the playground? \n<<set $age = 19>>\nNo matter how much you would have loved to be able to claim that your first time out as a pirate was a huge success, the truth was it was really boring more than anything else. One good attack on a cargo ship was all you had to show for the last six weeks. Oh, you had a good time getting to know you new crewmembers, and after your first real attack on a ship they tended to think of you as “one of their own”. But there was something missing that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. \n\nMaybe it was the boredom that was getting to everyone. Maybe it was the need to continue doing stimulated attacks with Hank that had made you a little too eager to keep you mouth shut. Maybe it wasn’t really anything more than just anger that your own duties had started to become more of a routine than an adventure. Or maybe, unlike the rest of the crew, you still had to deal with Eve inside of your own head, and while she had been quiet the last few weeks, you could feel [[yourself starting to grow impatient like]] a “typical teenager” with nothing to do.

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And because he was completely nude, he had no protection at all from your shot. It wasn’t really a ‘perfect shot’ as your aim was slightly off. But you had been trained to always ‘aim small to miss small’. You had seen the man, and tried to aim for his left nipple, hoping to get a ‘heart shot’ in the process. But you had been a little to the right and a touch high when you pulled the trigger. So while you were ‘off target’, you were still able to hit the man and kill him where her stood. \n\nThe shot had been just above his chest and slightly below his neck, but in the middle of his body. The plasma weapon had left a hole through his body that completely ruined his lungs and ability to breathe. He didn’t die ‘right away’ as far as an instant kill shot, but he was dead by the time that his allies came into view. Only now that you had taken a shot and killed the first man, the other pirates knew that you were in the hallway and they started to fire without really bothering to aim as they took cover wherever possible. \n\nMost of the shots were ‘short’, hitting the wall in front of you, several of them by quite a few feet. A few of the shots were ‘long’, going right by you without any chance at all of hitting you or anything else in the hallways. But a couple, now and then, were close enough to keep you pinned down and unable to return fire. They didn’t quite have your position zeroed in just yet, but they had a fairly good idea of where you were and using the old tactic of keeping you [[too busy ducking to return]] fire. \n\n

You force yourself to continue eating the cereal, trying desperately to ignore Penny’s voice in your ear the whole time. And while you tried not to think about what you were putting into your mouth, you were slightly grateful that the sweetness that had been added to the cereal slightly masked the salty taste of his cum. \n\nBut everyone stayed completely silent as you ate the bowl of cereal. Nobody said a single thing. Well, Penny was constantly whispering in your ear to eat a specific piece of cereal that had more cum on it than other pieces, or ordering you to be sure to lick the spoon off before putting more cereal into your mouth. And after forcing yourself to finish the bowl off you were ordered to lick the remains from the bowl before you could leave, the rest of the girls around the table ate in complete silence with their heads bowed looking at their own plates. But you did notice after putting the bowl back down that Hilda and Tracy had clearly lost their appetites as they had more food on their plates than they normally would have left after breakfast. \n\nVicky was the only one who had eaten all of her breakfast as if nothing had happened. Oh, she had her head bowed like the others, but she wasn’t going to run the risk of being called out for not finishing her plate. No, she didn’t eat all of her food because she wanted to, but because she wasn’t going to run the risk of being forced to do the same thing you had just done. And you couldn’t really blame her. Between the choice of eating all of your breakfast or having to eat the [[leftovers with cum]] on them, you would have happily cleaned your plate as well.

“Well, take it from me.” He says as he leans back. “A good night sleep will do you some good. But G-suit rash is a bit worse than just a basic case of jock-itch. But when you get used to working in one, you don’t have a rash anymore. The secret is to make sure to wear a pair of shorts in the suit. It’s a little uncomfortable putting it on, but once you get out into space and the suit pressurizes, you won’t notice it.” \n\n“I will keep that in mind.” You tell him as you smile. “But there is a bed upstairs calling my name and I need to get some sleep.” \n\n“Okay.” He says as he stands up to offer you a hand to stand. “Just remember, I will be working all week on the Archer. So, I only have a couple of days to spend in town.” \n\n“The Archer?” You ask him. “Is that the ship that is under construction over the port?” \n\n“Yeah.” He says as he grins. “Big ass thing isn’t it. You can actually see it from the ground without using a bi-light. But don’t think that being big like that is a bad thing. She’s armored to the teeth and should be ready for test flights any day now.” \n\n“So, what then?” You ask as he escorts you to the mag-lifts. “You got [[another assignment yet]]?”

When that one exploded, the hallway was filled with a somewhat spooky greenish tint for a few seconds as the small cloud drifted through the small cracks exposed by the first explosion. The green cloud was a highly dissipated strong acid that would finish off anything that the first grenade might have damaged. Seeping into the small cracks of access panels, or any ruptured air lines. No matter where the small cloud found a way to increase the damage, the results were spectacular to say the least. \n\nYou couldn’t help but smile as you saw the hallway in front of you going from complete darkness to instantly bathed in orange and yellow light as even more circuits and systems shorted out. One of the overhanging vents gave way, releasing a blast of heat that caused the hallway to slightly shimmer and grow foggy as the heat met the coldness of open space. And if that light-show alone wasn’t enough to impress you, the simple fact that during this whole chain of events, the light off your own ship would constantly sparkle in the background behind you, adding a slight strobe-light effect to the whole thing. \n\nBut you really didn’t care about the lightshow that was going on in front of your eyes. You saw it and registered what it was simply by judging the amount of damage you were inflicting on the ship itself, but it wasn’t like you were trying to really appreciate it in any way. You simply evaluated the amount of damage as you waited a few seconds for the green mist to dissipate a little more and finally went down the [[hallway to confront the other crew]].

“You got passengers, right?” You ask the captain as he frantically tries to calculate a second folding of space. \n\n“What?” He calls back. “Yeah, about 10 families. Why?” \n\n“Just stall them.” You say. “Just give me another 20 or 30 minutes.” \n\n“It’s going to take that long to stop.” He says. “I can give you about 45 minutes. Anything else and you are out of luck.” \n\n“That’s plenty of time for a graft.” You tell him and start to head out of the bridge. \n\n“A graft?” He calls to you as you leave. “You fucking son of a bitch, why don’t you just fucking space the poor bastard?” \n\nYou hate to think about what you are about to do. But a mindgraft was your only way out at this point. If the “Feds” caught you, you were as good as dead; possibly never stepping off the spacecraft but being sucked into space as they opened an airlock. And knowing the way that the Feds dealt with spies? Well, it was possible they would not only “space” you, but the entire crew of the ship and all the families in stasis pods as well. But what you were about to do was just as deadly to the person who you [[tried the mindgraft with]]. \n\n

You couldn’t tell Eve that how you felt about the possibility of having to be sidelined while you healed, nor the fact that you really didn’t know how you were going to handle being ‘out of action’ for a few days. Shawn had walked into the bathroom and told you to hurry up because Brad wanted to get back to the Red Rabbit as soon as possible. The only thing that you were really grateful for was the fact that you knew while getting dressed, you didn’t have to work that night at the Red Rabbit. \n\nThe ride back to the Red Rabbit was a silent one. Nobody really wanted to talk about the movie that you had just made together; at least you knew that you didn’t want to talk about it. There wasn’t really a rule against showing customers vids while in your room while you were working, but you knew that a few of the girls did sometimes show their vids in order to earn a bit more because they were ‘porn-stars’. Something that you didn’t feel all that comfortable with [[trying to do with your own copy]], seeing how future customers would assume that was how you “liked it rough”.

------------------\n<<pink>>“So, now you are starting to have second thoughts?” <</pink>>A voice in your head whispers.<<pink>> “After all this time? What the hell did you expect?” <</pink>>\n<<set $expect = "cute but better to avoid">>\n“Something better than that.” You tell the voice.\n\n<<pink>>“Like you have room to complain about it.” <</pink>>The voice berates you. <<pink>>“I thought you were going to sleep your way to the top, not [[fuck your way to the basement]].” <</pink>>\n------------------

But that was how your day went for the next few weeks. You would wake up, take a shower, shave your crotch, force Hilda’s butt-plug into place and have a man, mostly Dave but not all the time, jerk off onto your breakfast before you could eat it. Then, you would help with doing hair and makeup for the other “entertainment” in the complex and report to room 3 in order to “perfect” licking a girl to a climax. Most of the time it was Penny and Vicky who you had been ordered to service. But you also had to do it for Hilda and Tracy as well, which was actually kind of fun, at least with Hilda who had a very odd habit of laughing uncontrollably after an extremely intense climax. Tracy at least wanted to hold you and cuddle after she climaxed. \n\nAs far as actually having a man physically touch you? Well, nobody did. Oh, you had to deal with one standing next to you and jerking off every time you wanted to eat something. Even “snacks” like a sliced apple was coated with cum. It wasn’t long before you no longer really “noticed” the taste of semen on your food. The idea of semen in your mouth still bothered you, but as long as it was mixed with your food you simply dealt with it as you would if it the food had been slightly over-salted or someone had added a little too much tobassco for your taste.\n\nBut you quickly learned a way around the whole thing. Instead of ordering ‘solid foods’, you started to eat more and more ‘liquid foods’. Or at least foods that you could mix together. Mashed potatoes was your favorite thing to start eating more and more of. A little dab of butter and you could mix the potatoes, butter and semen together and never really notice the cum was in the food. Other foods like mac-and-cheese was a good choice as well as again you could mix the cum into the food and not notice it. You know that you were only kidding yourself the whole time. It was still in the food, but as long as you couldn’t really “see it”, then you could at least convince yourself that it wasn’t [[really there at all]].

But that wasn’t all. You were generally slapped around simply because you were completely defenseless as long as you were cuffed to the bed. You don’t know when it happened one night, but someone hit you hard enough to at least knock you out for a few minutes. After that? Well, things became a blur of activities. You don’t really recall a time you weren’t being fucked or forced to suck a dick. All you can remember is the few seconds of blessed relief when someone either hit you too hard and knocked you out, or you passed out when someone choked you while fucking you. \n\nWhen and how you actually died, you don’t know. All you know was that you could feel your body being rocked by the motions of the guy on top of you and his hands around your throat as he screamed at you to “make some noise you stupid bitch”. \n\nYou have died by being brutally gang-raped for several nights and days in a row.

When word came down that Carter was looking for a couple of people to do a vid, you felt like you had to volunteer, even though you really didn’t want to. Since there was a rather large profit in making porn-vids for “The Family”, working on them was considered a good thing to do. But they did come at a price. You wouldn’t be really paid cash for performing in the vid at all. The money you would have been paid would be applied as ‘credit’ to your account with Amanda. Enough ‘credit’ at least to cover the amount of rent you were going to be short. You still wouldn’t have real money in your hand, or even see any money placed in your small bank account. But you would at least be able to put a little “good will” on your record by volunteering with Carter. And having “good will” with Carter was more precious than actual money in your hands at this point. One good word from him, and you could easily end up not having to pay rent at all. Granted, you would still have to earn that “good will” by working on your back, but at least then any money you did make was your money and not Amanda’s. \n\nSo when the time came for you to head out to the prearranged studio to film the vid, you were nervous. Brad had a “full team” on hand to arrange the escort. Not just one or two men for you, but a full team of eight men, three vehicles, a full “sweep” done by six of the men while the other two watched over you before you were even allowed out of the vehicle and into the studio. For something that was supposed to be arranged by “The Family” that Brad worked for, there was a felling that you might be walking into some sort of trap to get arrested or worse some kind of assassination attempt. \n\nBut thankfully you weren’t alone. And while you were rather nervous about the whole thing: \n\n[[Kris took it in stride]]. \n[[Joe slept through it all]]. \n[[Shawn ignored it and worked on her makeup]].

Once or twice a week, the two of you fucked each other in the shower after being sure to get cleaned off. There was something about being clean, and yet being dirty, that you enjoyed. And you were coached through your first true “effort” to suck a guy’s dick properly. Just like he was in the engine room, he was completely in control and knew how to get what he wanted, but also able to teach you how to do what you needed to do. You gagged as he came in your mouth, and yet you still successfully swallowed most of his load your third time sucking his cock. \n[img[z/zbc.JPG]]\nIt was an intense physical relationship that was ruined by the announcement that you were coming into port. The captain, either knew about what was going on or simply suspected what was going on, had decided that it was time for you to find another crew. It didn’t make the slightest difference that your actions had saved the ship, not to mention the entire crew. Nor did it make the slightest difference that you had shown great improvement in learning how to run things in the engine room, now that most of your shifts was focused on just one reactor instead of two. Nor did it make the slightest bit of difference that you knew how to clean, restart and maintain a nuclear reactor from experience. All that mattered to him was the fact that you were no longer his “toy” [[to play with]]. \n\n

You both stood in front of her as she looked the two of you over. There was no denying the fact that she was trying to make up her mind about something, but she didn’t feel the slightest bit of interest in filling you in on what was going on. She sat down again and addressed Tracy and asked her the exact same questions she had asked you earlier. You found it odd that while she had been a “girlfriend” to the boy that was killed; the two of them hadn’t done anything sexual. Maybe it was nerves, knowing they couldn’t do anything without being punished, or maybe it was simply something that they never had the chance to do. Tracy told you that they had kissed and he would often stop doing what he was doing and actually talk to her. But as far as a real “physical relationship”? Well, it never developed. \n\n“Okay.” The mistress finally says. “I’m selling you two wimps off. You can’t stand the sight of blood. You two have always tried to look away when someone was being punished and I’m sick of it. I can’t sell you to the brothels because I will never see a damn Sterling from your inexperienced pussies. But if I sell you two cows off as a set of stupid cunts who are too scared to see a hard dick? Well, that’s a different story. I want you two out of my house in the next two minutes, you hear me? Go stand by the front door, but get the fuck out of my house.” \n\nAnd just like that, you were sold off. You didn’t have to worry at all about packing a bag because you didn’t even have any belongings anymore. The only thing you had was the skirt around your waist and a pair of shoes, and there was every chance that those would be taken away from you when your new owner showed up. You quickly head out of the house, happy as hell to be away from the evil woman who owned it, but scared about what sort of future you had in store for you. Something that you shared with Tracy as she actually trembled with fear of what [[might be in store for her]].

Of course, you couldn’t really do anything about it as you were handed your ‘script’ to go over as they applied a bit of makeup on your face. After all, there was no way you could back out of things at this point. Not when you take into account that Amanda had called Carter himself to let him know that she had two people who volunteered to be in the movie. At this point, the thought of backing out of the movie and having a “Crime Family Boss” pissed off at you scared you more than your feelings about Joe did. And those feelings were made worse by the way that Brad had doubled the security attached to the two of you for the trip to the studio. The feeling that you were being ‘set up’ for something else never really left, even when you stood in front of the cameras and started to ‘act’. \n<<set $anal = "very tight and tolerant">>\nWell, you can’t really say that you were acting. You were simply reading the lines as they were written. You did try to make them sound as normal as possible, but how could you make some of the lines sound natural at all when you didn’t want to even say them. Thankfully, the opening scene of the movie was a short discussion with Joe about plans for seeing some new movie together more than anything else, so it wasn’t all that hard to get through. And judging from the way that the people behind the camera acted to the whole thing, as long as you were able to say the words at all it was enough to at least get the ball rolling. \n<<set $anres = "causing men to cum sooner than vaginal sex">>\nThere was a slightly humiliating scene you had to do with Joe as you played with him in the shower. You had no idea at all that Joe was as well endowed as he was. You couldn’t really get a good measurement of his cock as he was not entirely hard when he spun you around to face the cameras. But from the quick teasing you had been able to do with him, you quickly estimated he had to be at least seven, maybe eight inches long. He wasn’t especially thick, not as thick as some of your customers had been, but he was [[still fairly respectable in]] general.

The rest of the trip is spent in the medical bay as you get patched up. When you land, Kelly actually has tears in her eyes as she hands you the one bag of belongings you had and wishes you the best of luck on your next ship. You didn’t even realize that you had been kicked off the ship until you were escorted off of it. You never got a chance to see or talk to Larry and you still have no idea what had been in the crate. Or where you were for that matter. It took you at least an hour to finally figure out where you were, and while it wasn’t exactly a “busy port” by any means, there were still a few ships available to try to sign up on. \n<<set $man -= 3>> <<set $woman += 3>>\nThe captain that you talked to in the lounge was either desperate, never a good sign, or simply took pity on you as you still had a black eye from your beating from your former captain. But he was willing to sign you on as long as you could fix systems and keep your mouth shut about what you saw or heard. You told him that you had no problem keeping your nose out of other people’s business. The cabin of your new ship was slightly bigger than you expected, but the hiber-bed [[was older and uncomfortable]]. \n\n

<<set $age += 8>>\nWalter Long, <<print $age>> year old male.\n[img[z/Zippo.JPG]]\nWalter Long is the youngest of six brothers. As such he grew up having to fight just to get a seat at the table to eat. He has a chip on his shoulder that is hard to ignore, simply because he is capable of backing it up with his fighting skills. He is generally nice when talking to him, but his short temper makes him difficult to deal with when upset. \n\nOnboard the Ship: He is friendly and enjoys the “brotherhood” of the crew. He is involved with Irene and spends most of his free time with her when possible. However, he is not exactly “faithful” in that relationship and has been known to fool around with Tracy from time to time as well. He also enjoys working out with “Tank” to keep in shape. \n\nWhen boarding a ship: He is the “Relay”, or the person who has to pass messages from the raiding parties to the captain without using the main channel of the communications. If anyone spots anything of interest or needs backup, they will contact him through the headset and pass it on to the captain. \n\nHe earned his nickname as a young boy who accidentally set a house on fire with a lighter.\n\n<<back>>

“Eve, I don’t like to talk about this.” She starts. “But after today, I guess you sort of earned to know the truth. Ernie and I have fooled around from time to time, but he has always paid for it. I’ve kept our relationship purely business and nothing else. But Carter? Well, a few years ago, I was working a special deal with a few girls on a couple of pirate ships. And at the time, I was one of them. I know what you are thinking, how could I. Well, the money was too damn good to pass up. You would be surprised how much you could make back then. But after two years and a few girls being caught and accused of being a pirate instead of simply ship entertainment? Well, I had to make a new arrangement with Carter.” \n\n“And he didn’t like it.” You say, knowing the sort of reputation he had. \n\n“Uh, no, he didn’t.” Amanda says. “So, I’m standing there in his office, trying to explain to him the way things really were. How my girls were getting slapped around, how they were loosing money and being locked up all the time, and he simply said it was part of the job. So I dared him to serve a year on one of his own pirate ships.” \n\n“And he laughed in your face?” You ask. \n\n“Laughed?” Amanda continues. “No, he didn’t. He made me a deal. For a whole year, he would serve on the same pirate ship that I did. Only instead of working for a whole year, we spent six months in space and another six months in the hospital. It was a bad raid that went horribly wrong. Both of us got some serious burns and almost died limping back to port. I was in deep shit with the Family for putting him at risk like that. Two days into my stay in the hospital, I got a visit from a few upset Family members. [[You ever been raped]]?”

<<set $age += 25>> \nBrad Tillman <<print $age>> year old male. \n[img[z/Bradt.JPG]]\n<<if $slave eq "kept concubine" or $slave eq "guest entertainment" or $slave eq "head slave">>\nNot an especially attractive male, somewhat goofy looking. However, it should be noted that Brad Tillman’s face and demeanor hides a very evil and sinister mind. He enjoys the wealth and influence that his off-world transactions brings him. He is thought of as simply a key figure in the entertainment industry, but the truth is deeper than that. He has his hands on both legal and illegal activities that have been very profitable to him \n\nOn the surface: Brad is nothing more than a retired porn-vid producer. He has made a lot of money in the porn industry as well as made a lot of political contributions. He is seen as someone who struck it rich, sold out, and then simply wanted to retire and enjoy his life without having to constantly work for a living. He enjoys throwing lavish parties and mingling with political figures, star athletes and entertainment figures. He also enjoys the comfort and security the authorities provide him due to his wealth. \n\nIn private: Brad has a history of being cruel and vengeful, with little or no regard towards the other person’s well being. He is easily upset, not use to being told “no” and takes any refusal to do him a favor as a personal insult. He is spoiled, impulsive, and has sudden outbursts of anger for no apparent reason. All of which has only been magnified by his wealth and influence. He knows that the real secret to keeping his influence over other people is to constantly keep them distracted by giving them “shows and games”, and that results in various deaths. \n\nUnder the surface: Brad is engaged in various political campaigns, illegal activities and is really the power behind the scenes. A private meeting with a political figure has resulted in a complete change to their platform, as well as several public announcements about some new policy or speaking out against a policy of someone else, even if the politician agrees with that other policy. He has influence over the authorities through bribes, blackmail, and holding the ear of their bosses. He is not afraid of making threats to police and military figures because he has the ability to back them up either through proper channels or through “his connections” to criminals.\n<<endif>>\n<<if $slave eq "runaway slave" or $slave eq "rebel leader">>\nKilled by Tracy after hurting her only possession, a small puppy. \n<<endif>>\n<<back>>

You were the girl on the low end of the pole, and while you were kept busy almost every night with one man, you would have to start to work with more customers a night if you really wanted to make enough money to leave Binder. And after seeing the prices of tickets off of Binder, you were shocked at the amount that you would need. It would have been cheaper and faster to have killed that woman and been a pirate to get off Binder than it would be working as a whore. \n<<set $impress = "nobody">> <<set $expect = "good looking whore">>\nYet, one night as you felt the pain in your vagina yet again after another customer you welcomed the [[sleep from the pain pills]].\n\n

You were minding your own business in the kitchen, polishing silverware that was cleaned more often than it was actually used, when you got the news that your mistress had died of an apparent heart attack. The news spread through the mansion like wildfire, quickly causing a visible sign of relief on several faces, including your own, that she was dead. Nobody knew what to expect in the next few days, but for once the mood in the house was one of joy and not a constant fear hanging over everyone’s heads. \n\nYet, there wasn’t anything really going on for the next four or five days. You were told by the authorities to stay inside of the house, making sure to go about your daily chores of cleaning and that someone will be along “shortly” to oversee the transferring of slaves to various locations. That was it. That was all you knew. You had no idea what that meant or who was supposed to show up. You just knew that your idea of “shortly” meant a few hours and not a few days. \n\nBut it wasn’t like you couldn’t find something to do if you wanted to. You were still required to keep the house clean, but you had all been so scared to make a mess in any way at this point that actually causing a mess was unthinkable. And you still had the “head slave” who at least made assignments; although once those were made he left it up to the individual slaves on following their daily requirements. He was still trying to treat the whole situation as if nothing was different and the mistress had simply “stepped out” for a vacation or something. You honestly thought that he believed that she wasn’t dead and that she would come storming back through [[the doors any day now]].

Yet as he stepped into the shower to get cleaned off, you couldn’t help but look at him when possible. You have never really thought about it before, but there was something about the way his cock looked compared to the one you used to have that bothered you. You knew that being circumcised or not were roughly 50-50 through the galaxy. There were no real statistics kept on the subject matter, but you had been one of the guys who had been circumcised while young. \n\nYour “brother” however had not. While his cock was bigger than your cock used to be, it wasn’t nearly as “attractive” looking to you. You would have been happy to have the few extra inches that he had on you as far as size was concerned, but not happy with the way that the foreskin of his cock made the tip look. In fact, if you were being completely honest with yourself about the subject, you would have been okay with the lack of a few inches if a female saw the two of you next to each other and thought your cock was the cuter looking. \n\nBut you didn’t want to think about it as you got out of the tub while he was showering off and got dried. You made your way to the bed and at least got as comfortable as you could before he got into the bed with you. You had to think about what you were going to do and a good excuse to get away from your brother in the morning to do it and stop thinking about his cock and how it looked and what you liked and didn’t like. You tried, without much success, to finally get it out of your mind and drift off to sleep with his back pressed [[against your own]]. \n\n

“Okay.” You say. “I guess that kind of makes sense. I just wished you had warned me before hand is all. I was so stunned that my mouth was opened that I didn’t know what to do.” \n\n<<pink>>“You mean like Lucy and Becky?” <</pink>>Eve asks as she chuckles. <<pink>>“James, is it wrong that I’m kind of jealous that I’m not as good as they are?” <</pink>>\n\n“Uh, no, I don’t think so.” You say. “You just need more practice, that’s all.” \n\n<<pink>>“Oh, are you volunteering to help?”<</pink>> Eve replays. <<pink>>“I mean, if you want, I can make you dream about being a man and helping me learn a few things here and there at night when you sleep. But. Well, I don’t think that it will help you while you are awake. I’m sorry James but I want to learn how to deep throat like Lucy did. But in order to learn, I need you to do it for me.” <</pink>>\n\n“Uh, we’ll talk about it later.” You tell her. “For now, let’s just try to get some sleep. We have to be up in about four hours to report for duty.” \n\n<<pink>>“Okay?”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“But you know that the captain told Lucy to report around 2 in the afternoon. I don‘t know why was it so important [[that you showed up ten minutes early just]] to make a good impression on the captain?” <</pink>>\n--------------\n

Your Overseer is Ernie, the man who you met in the bar on Binder and who first mentioned seeing Amanda. \n[img[z/Ernie.JPG]]\nHe strikes you as more of an accountant than anything else, but you know that he has a reputation for being ruthless both in business and in committing crimes. He is the one that oversees the area of Binder that is controled by the "Family" members. Which means that if anyone steps out of line, he is the one that is held responsible for punishment and for preventing it from happening again.\n\nErnie knows you by sight and by name, but rarely interacts with you. When he does, there is no doubt to either one of you that he is your superior. \n\n<<back>>

You could feel the mass of cum growing bigger and bigger with each spurt of semen. And the flavor increased more and more as he kept pumping cum into your mouth. But you kept your mouth up and let the creamy thickness pool inside of your mouth like you were ordered to do. It wasn’t until he was completely spent and used your bottom lip to wipe the last drip of cum off the tip of his cock that you were told to swallow. \n[img[z/19.gif]]\nAnd you did. All of his cum in one quick gulp, thankful that your own spit had mixed with the creamy thickness to make it easier to swallow all of it at one time. You even opened your mouth to show him that it was ‘all gone’ and that you had swallowed it all down on the first try. A gesture on your part that might have pleased most men, but you did it as a way of asking if that was ‘enough’ as far as punishment was concerned and that you and Hilda could please [[go back to your chambers now]]. \n\n

“That’s it, bitch.” He says as she continues to force your movements. “Yeah, take it all the way down. Don’t you dare throw up, you can gag all you want, but don’t you dare throw up. Oh yeah. I’m going to cum all in your mouth, slut. You better take it all. You hear me. Don’t you dare spill a fucking drop. Eat it all up like the good bitch you are.” \n<<set $impress = "stupid">> <<set $trust = "do not">> \nThe fear of him cumming in your mouth was overwhelming and you were finally able to actually push against him and stiffen up enough not to have his cock in your mouth. But he tilted your head back and gave you a rather hard slap across the face that stung and held his cock with one hand as he pushed your head down and forced your lips back on his cock. Now his motions were simply lifting your head and pushing you down, but holding onto your head with both hands as he used them to hold your head in place as he moved his hips. \n<<set $expect = "easy">>\n“Yeah, that’s it.” He says. “Just like that. Eat it bitch. Don’t you [[fucking spill a drop]].” \n\n

You didn’t have that opportunity. You were simply on your old crew one day, and the next you weren’t. That was all there was to it and there was no point in bitching about it or trying to change the end result. Once you stepped onto another ship as the pilot, you belonged to that ship until you returned to port, or were assigned another ship. But it wasn’t all bad. As the pilot, you at least had the luxury to customize your controls to your liking as far as the settings were concerned. You could trim the ship for speed, for atmospheric conditions, for space travel, or simply for fuel economy. Everything that was possible to control as the pilot was going to be reset to what sort of preference you had in mind. Even the amount of pressure in the hydraulics to the landing struts were up to you. If you wanted them to be stiff, or have a bit of give, if you wanted it, you could set it. \n\nAnd while you weren’t exactly happy about the new situation you were in, as far as being a new member of the crew. Well, the same couldn’t be said for the ship itself. It was newer, had newer engines, responded faster to your inputs and had an amazing feature your old ship didn’t, folding wing assemblies. They may be slow to deploy, but they made controlling the ship during take-offs and landing so much easier than just using thrusters. If you really wanted to you could almost fly the spaceship as a plane. A heavy plane that was on a steady decreasing altitude due to the weight, [[but a plane nonetheless]].

But it didn’t matter. The way that she was on her knees in the middle of the street, bobbing her head back and forth as he stood in front of her, it was clear what was going on. When another guy happened to walk by, you watched as she shakes her head no once, gets slapped yet again, then reaches behind her and pulls her skirt and panties down while getting on all fours. She continues to suck and get fucked right in the middle of the street and nobody stops it from happening. \n\n“That poor girl was me about six years ago.” Amanda says. “That is what it used to be like for me almost once a week. Dan would come by and “demand payment” both in cash and in blowjobs, usually offering my other holes for free if someone happened by.” \n\n“But how did you get to work here?” You ask her. “No offense, but I can’t imagine you doing that sort of thing.” \n\n“Not now, you can’t.” She says. “But years ago, it was. But that was before I met Ernie. Once I met Ernie and he saw what sort of treatment Dan would do with his girls? Well, Ernie took care of Dan for me, and I started to run the Red Rabbit in exchange. I changed absolutely everything about this place and made it a safe place for the girls, not the guys. None of my girls are slapped around by some pimp, and sure as hell are not beaten like they are with that fat-ass bitch Megan. You might have heard her called “The Beast” by a few people. She got that name because that is what she is. She is a beast and has beaten more girls to death for holding back money than [[most of her customers have]].”

“God damn it, Eve.” The earpiece on your headset called out. “Answer me, you stupid cunt.”\n\n“Sorry, Irene.” You say. “I was just a little distracted.” \n\n“Well, get your ass in gear and head back over to the ship and get the engines ready.” She says. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. We need to lock down a few crates and then I’ll [[be able to head over]].” \n\n

You could feel the rounded tip of his hard cock moving back and forth and the thickness of his cock against the walls of your vagina. You couldn’t really tell how big his cock was, but it wasn’t nearly as big as you feared. And while not exactly the ‘longest dick’ in the bar, he still had a fair amount of thickness to his cock that made it hard to ignore the sensation. It wasn’t long before his pace did eventually slow down, but only for a little bit as he was clearly enjoying himself a lot more than you were. Although if you were being honest about it, you had to admit that the new position you found yourself being supported in did make things a little more enjoyable for you. \n[img[z/38.gif]]\nBut since it was all about his pleasure and not your pleasure, it wasn’t long before you heard him starting to breathe faster and faster. You felt his hips slowing down as he tried to fight the feelings growing inside of his balls. Only he clearly wasn’t able to hold out for long at all as he grunted two or three times, and then slammed his cock inside of you as deep as possible. You felt the heat of his cum inside of your vagina as well as the slight ‘pulse’ of his cock as he came. It wasn’t really an impressive [[feeling as it was all over]] almost as soon as it started. \n\n

The sensation felt like it was never going to stop. It was one that kept going as he fully penetrated you with the full length of his cock. Even knowing that he wasn’t “that big”, the sensation of your tight asshole had a completely take on the matter as he felt much bigger and thicker than you thought he was. Your body instantly tried to reject the penetration and you did everything you could think of to prevent him from moving his cock in and out of your ass.\n\nShort of a brain scan you could fool any doctor about being a female, well other than maybe a professional psychologist. And while you might have a few problems here and there socially, you could fool most people into thinking that you were a female. And if you were just going by looks alone it was clearly obvious that you were a female and that you could fool everyone. But there was absolutely no way that you could fool anyone about being an “anal virgin” and the fact that your protests, screams and cries only made the captain happier to fuck your ass for the first time than any amount of begging or pleading him to do it could have done. \n\nHe was not exactly “gentle” about the whole thing anymore. Realizing that his was the first cock into your ass had unleashed his animalistic pleasure in fucking you and it was felt by the way that his pelvis slammed into your ass over and over again. There was no gentleness to the experience, it was simply fast pounding that actually caused him to grunt every now and then from [[the physical effort he]] was putting into it.

Not that your old body had been something to be ashamed of. You had always found that six firm inches was enough to please most women when you had an erection. But that was nothing compared to the full 10 inches of firm cock being driven inside of you. You felt a little bit sorry for yourself that the first time you ever really felt the first hint of true ‘penis envy’ was when a man was large enough to fuck you from behind and still have enough of his dick inside of your pussy than you’ve ever been able to put yours into a woman before. And while you didn’t mean to do it, you couldn’t help but cry at the fact that you could never be as ‘manly’ as this man was as he gripped your hips and started to thrust his cock into you over and over. \n\n--------\n<<pink>>“Really?”<</pink>> Eve suddenly says. <<pink>>“Six inches? Is that all? I was kind of hoping you were bigger than that.”<</pink>>\n\n“What?” You ask in shock. “What do you mean by that?” \n\n<<pink>>“I don’t know. I guess I couldn’t help myself.”<</pink>> Eve replies. <<pink>>“But ever since you took over my body, I have kind of wondered what it would have been like to be in your body. And now you suddenly feel bad because you only had six inches to use. I guess that a part of you still thinks like a man if you feel bad about that. I mean, it must eat you up alive knowing that your wildest dream of fucking me can never be as filling as this man’s dick is. That’s it, isn’t it? You wish that you were this man so that I could feel [[your dick inside of me instead of]] his. Isn’t it?”<</pink>>

Yet, you felt his hard cock slide into your vagina and it startled you to realize that you didn’t feel any pain at all. You weren’t sore, you weren’t hurt, and you weren’t uncomfortable. In a way, it felt as natural as slipping on a really comfortable pair of shoes and the fit was almost perfect. You felt the slightly rounded tip of his cock going inside of you and starting to move in a way that you never felt before. You started to understand why Eve had been enjoying the sensation a lot more than you had. She at least still had the benefit of the physical sensation without the mental issues. \n[img[z/zbw.JPG]]\nYou felt the firm cock inside of you moving faster and faster. You felt your breath catching in your throat as you tried not to cry out in joy and tried to keep yourself as silent as possible. You felt something warm inside of you that you had never felt before, warmth that grew hotter and larger. You couldn’t stop yourself from screaming out when the heat became unbearable and you felt your entire body shuddering against the man as your legs wrapped around his body. Your arms were around his neck as you [[looked at his face and smiled]]. \n\n

There was no need for you to say anything at all. Eve knew exactly what you were feeling and thinking before you did most of the time. And she had teased you on multiple occasions when you had stopped to look at yourself in the mirror after taking a shower. There was still a part of you that continued to think like a man, and while you struggled from time to time accepting being a female, you still had a few ‘dirty thoughts’ of what you could have done with Eve’s body if you had still been a man all along. \n\nAnd once again, Eve completely surprised you by what she did next. She was able to make you see yourself as the man behind you. Not just picture in your mind what it must have looked like to be in this sort of position, but actually the one that was fucking her. Your whole impression of the man switched to what your old body looked like, right down to the slightly graying hairs on your chest. And to complete the whole illusion, it was Eve’s voice that started to softly whimper from the pleasure of having you inside of her. A whimper that grew slightly louder and turned into loud groans of passion, [[asking for an even faster]] pace and harder thrusts.\n---------------\n\n

“Nicely done, Alice.” Tim says as Brad pulls Tracy off of you. “Very nicely done. Pity we can’t let the two of them finish each other off. But you know how it is. You let two lesbians loose in the ranks and all hell breaks loose. We need them to be used to getting fucked, not licking pussy. But I’m really impressed with how much you were able to accomplish in such little time. Tell me, how did you do it?” \n\nYou were thankful that Tim was guiding Alice out of the room that you didn’t have to hear her reply. But now that Brad was in the room with you, there was nothing you could do about it anymore. You were again back to the position of ‘slave’ and no longer ‘unbroken slaves’. So you stayed on the bed, unsure of what to do or say as Tim and Alice left the room. \n\n“Cumslut?” Brad asks as he looks at you. “What are you doing?” \n\n“I don’t know, master.” You admit. “I’m not sure if I should go back to my room or what?” \n\n“And leave me all horny watching you two eat each other out?” He says as he lowers his pants. “I think not. You two better start [[eating my dick instead of each other]].” \n\n

With one quick shove they pushed you into the small room, and then he smiled as the door closed between the two of you. Somewhere in the back of your mind you were pleading for forgiveness and yet you simply stood there unable to physically say anything because of your sore throat. You finally realized what was going on when you heard the siren overhead going off and you pounded on the door finally finding the ability to speak as you plead for your life. \n\nBut it does you no good. The other doors open and you feel the first blast of escaping air ripping across your body. The doors opened up even more and you were finally sucked into space, unable to feel a thing as you were tossed from the ship far enough to finally get outside of the folding effect. Your body was quickly atomized from the difference in velocities. The only thing that you had going for you was the fact that you were already dead from suffocation and freezing before your body was torn apart. \n\nLook at your [[final stats]].\n

--------------------\n<<pink>>“Well, well, well.” <</pink>> A small voice crept into your head. <<pink>>“Look at the dirty little slut, laying there crying like a baby.” <</pink>>\n\n“But it hurt.” You protested to the voice.\n\n<<pink>>“It always does. Your first couple of times.” <</pink>>The voice replies. <<pink>>“Hell, I expected it to hurt. If it didn’t, then he was doing it wrong. God, how stupid are you?” <</pink>>\n\n“But still.” You reply. \n\n<<pink>>“Still, what?” <</pink>> The voice asks.<<pink>> “Look, just don’t tense up next time. And stop watching him doing it. It was better and easier to take when [[you stopped watching his dick]].” <</pink>>\n-------------------------------

But you didn’t need any guidance, you knew what you were doing and it felt so natural for you to do it. You ignored the slightly salty taste of her sweaty skin as you continued to go down on her body, running your tongue along the curves of her belly button as you helped to ease her jumpsuit lower and lower, exposing her perfectly shaven vagina. Your lips softly caressed the slight lips of her vagina as you took a second to unzip your own jumpsuit just to cool off from the heat of your body and the passion you were feeling. \n<<set $trust = "can not">> <<set $impress = "using people">>\nYou enjoyed hearing her moans and gasps as you brought your tongue against her clit. Kelly clearly had felt an emotional connection to you after expressing concern for her and what she had done. Instantly she started to run her hand along the back of your head, softly guiding you to just the right spot. Once you were able to focus more on her signals and how she moaned or softly asked for you to go faster or harder, she was [[complete putty in your]] hands.

<<silently>> )name change and set "You" with new character(\n<<set $name = "Eve Jones">>\n<<set $man = 100>> <<set $woman = 0>> \n<<set $pilot = "untrained">> <<set $medic = "untrained">>\n<<set $bribe = "untrained">> <<set $comp = "untrained">>\n<<set $shoot = "untrained">> <<set $oral = "pathetic">>\n<<set $orre = "gagging">> <<set $vag = "extremely tight">>\n<<set $vagres = "crying in pain">> <<set $anal = "extremely tight">>\n<<set $anres = "crying in pain">> <<set $uare = "still a virgin">>\n<<set $bj = 0>> <<set $swal = 0>> <<set $face = 0>> <<set $fuk = 0>> <<set $cpie = 0>> <<set $con = 0>> <<set $ass = 0>>\n<<set $asscum = 0>> <<set $asson = 0>> <<set $hj = 0>>\n<<set $rape = 0>> <<set $three = 0>> \n<<set $orgy = 0>> <<set $gbang = 0>> \n<<set $vid = 0>> <<set $impress = "cute but dumb">> \n<<set $trust = "do not">> <<set $expect = "sweet but stupid">> \n<<set $age = 18>> <<set $return = 25>> <<set $fit = "untrained">>\n<<set $asstemp = 0>> <<set $fed = "unknown">> \n<<set $union = "unknown">> <<set $congo = "unknown">> <<set $states = "unknown">> <<set $slave = "free citizen">> <<set $pris = "none">>\n<<endsilently>>

There was a slight pause of only a couple of seconds as someone, apparently Jeff going by the size and strength of the hands, rolled you over onto your back. And as soon as he must have stepped out of the way, the switch came down across the top of your breasts, at least seven or eight times in quick order. You heard the ‘swish, swish, swish’ of the switch moving through the air, and the stupid high-pitched whistle sound of your cries of pain. But the sensation of pain was so overwhelming you didn’t even know how to describe it. It wasn’t just pain, that part was obvious, but it was sheer torture and nothing else. You don’t really know if you were bleeding or not, but by the amount of moisture on your body, it could have easily been blood you were feeling and not sweat. \n\nAnd then things stopped for several seconds. The lack of pain being inflicted only increased the pain you already felt. The slow pain that your body always felt after an injury where it lingered and stung, making you want to look and see if you were okay, to gently touch your body to make sure that nothing was broken. To just be able to check on yourself to see if it was as bad as it felt. And with the blindfold in place and your hands cuffed behind your back, the ‘not knowing’ made everything so much worse. \n\nRight up to the point where Vicky used a new item in her hands to strike your crotch. You might not have been able to move your hands, or cry out in pain, or see what was going on. But you could still react from the pain, and whatever she had used to spank your pussy had caused you to sit up in bed and let out a large scream that came out as a low-pitched hum from the gag. Only to be forced back onto the bed by Jeff’s hands on your shoulders as Vicky used the belt-like item [[multiple times directly on your vagina]].

“Good.” Dave says. “Now it is time for you to report to room 3. Penny, would you like to show her to the room?” \n\n“Would I?” Penny says as she starts to laugh. “Damn right I would. Come on, cumslut. This should be a lot of fun. Dave? Would you like to watch?” \n\n“Only to make sure that she completes her training before supper.” He says. “After all, I need a bit of excitement to build up another load for her supper.” \n\nYou felt like screaming. No, you felt like grabbing a knife from the table and slitting both of their throats. But Penny was smart enough or quick enough, to grab your hand to keep you from giving into the temptation of doing something stupid and virtually dragged you by the hand out of the door and down the hall. \n\nYou had never been in this part of the concubine quarters before. It was odd to think that the complex was so large that it reminded you more of a hotel than anything else. But that was the feeling you got as you followed Penny down the hallway. You saw various doors with numbers on them, and you did notice that you passed by room 12. Only the door was closed and you couldn’t look into the room. \n\nBut you could look into a few of the other rooms and the feeling of hotel only increased. You couldn’t see much, but you could see a bed and a small little table that had two or three chairs. It wasn’t until you were pulled into room 3 by Penny that you had a good opportunity to look around the room and see what it was. And sure enough, it was set up exactly like you thought it would be. A slightly lavish hotel room, but a hotel room nonetheless. There wasn’t a kitchen to use, and there wasn’t any furniture in the room for clothes, nor was [[there a closet or bathroom]].

“Okay.” You say. \n<<set $age += 1>> <<set $return -= 1>>\nYou get back to the ship after putting your spacesuit on and start the process of switching the reactors from standby mode to fully operating again. You were about halfway done when Irene ccame into the engine room. With her help, the second half of the process runs smoothly and it was only a few more minutes before the captain’s voice came over the speakers above your head to let you know that the ship had just folded space again. \n\nYou and Irene flip a small coin to see who was going to go on shift after the raid. You won, and decided that you would be “nice” to her and let her use the decontamination shower first. It was one of the few perks in the engine room, being able to use a real shower with hot water instead of just a misting, powdered soap and a few more mists to wash off the soap. After your own shower, you went back to your bed and got into your hiber-bed. You expected Eve to interrupt your sleep like she normally would do. But clearly taking control earlier had really taken it out of her as you didn’t hear a peep from her while you slept. \n\nWhen you woke up you worked your shift, wondering if you [[had anything to do with]] your free time.

But that concept bothered you. This was the sort of person that needed more support in this sort of situation, not less. Someone who was struggling as a slave needed the other slaves to help keep that “human dignity” going when everyone else was trying to take it away from them. No wonder your first thoughts when you were sold into slavery had been how to get away and how to bring this system down. It was damaging to the individual slave as well as the slaves as a class. Once things started to go down in flames, it took everyone with it until the only thing left was something that was not worthy of being called a human being anymore. \n\nYou weren’t expecting to be summoned with the others to the main dinning area. But when you got there, you saw three men sitting at the table with a pile of papers in front of them. One by one, they called out a group of names, usually four or five at a time. That group was told where they were going and who their new owners were. You expected most of the men to be shipped off to perform physical labor, and a couple of them were assigned to “farm work”, which would be physically difficult but would at least keep them relatively safe from being beaten all the time. They would be taken care of as well as any of the farm animals were, as an investment that should return a profit. \n\nBut as the names were called out, there was a growing concern at the sort of assignments that were being given. There were a few gasps when several names were called, including the head slave’s name and they were informed that they would be used in medical experiments. It was basically a death sentence and one that shocked everyone due to the fact that most of the names called had been seen as the “most loyal” [[of slaves in the house]].

Yes, the door did eventually open, but only after you had gotten electrocuted in the process.\n[img[z/4.JPG]]\nYou have died. Look at your [[final stats]].\n

Almost instantly you started to gag when you felt the tip of his cock on your lips. You hadn’t even done anything but give the tip of his cock a kiss and you felt like throwing up. This was too much and you tried to pull back from him but his hand on your head prevented you from moving away. You forced yourself to open your mouth and take the tip of his cock into your mouth, struggling more to get control over your stomach than your mouth. \n[img[z/q.JPG]]\nHow could you do this? How could you put another man’s hard cock into your mouth? This was too much and you had to do something. Something other than let any more of his cock into your mouth than you already had. But your head was guided as he pushed you further onto his cock and you realized that the head of his dick was actually inside of your mouth completely. There was no going back from this point. You were officially sucking on another man’s dick and there [[was no way to ignore that fact]].

There was no way for you to really tell if that was true or not. You could feel his cock moving inside of you with an odd ease that was smoother than you would have expected him to feel like. But that smoothness also kind of felt a bit more dulled than you would have expected as well. Oh, that didn’t mean you couldn’t feel his thick dick pushing your vaginal walls aside as his shaft rammed inside of you. But it was the head of his cock that didn’t quite feel right, or at least that was what you told yourself as you looked over at Lucy’s breasts bouncing up and down. \n\nThere should have been that familiar ridge near the head of his cock that you could have felt more than you did. That slight little bump that would have rubbed along the upper part of your vagina and stimulated your g-spot more than this man was able to do. You should have been making sounds like Becky, who was clearly enjoying herself the most as she begged her man to fuck her faster and harder. Or at least been as much fun as Lucy’s partner judging by the look on her face as she tried to focus on moving up and down on his shaft. Listening to Becky’s cries and seeing Lucy’s face, you recalled being a man and making a woman sound or look like the two of them in one way or the other. \n\nNot that you weren’t making your own sounds, or didn’t have a look on your face as well. Despite the sensation being a little ‘less pronounced’ than you had expected, you could still feel his cock moving back and forth inside of you. And while you might not have the ‘extra spark’ you were hoping for, you were clearly starting to enjoy the evening as much as the other two were. Then again, no matter which way you turned to look, you were bound to get one form of stimulation or another. A sound, a look, watching one of them moving in a certain way, or the odd expression as their own climaxes were closer than they wanted to admit. There was no doubt that it was only a matter of time before someone finally broke down and would start a [[chain reaction of orgasms in the room]].

You spend the night talking to a couple of the girls who joined you as you ate supper in the restaurant. The prices were a bit higher than you expected but the quality of the food was outstanding. In fact, the quality of the food was actually worth paying more than what you did if you were back home. But it was clear that Amanda was right. If you were out of the Red Rabbit on your own, it was not going to be a good idea. One of the girls actually said that with your figure that you would probably be raped within hours after leaving the Red Rabbit, certainly raped within the next three or four days at most, if not killed in the process. A dead girl can’t go complaining to the authorities or seek justice if the authorities can’t help. \n\nTo be honest about the whole thing; you had to seriously think about it during the night. You were immensely grateful to get a good night’s sleep without fear of being bothered. But like Amanda said, she needed your answer before noon the next day. And she wasn’t the sort to wait until the last minute to get it. She actually came to your room about 11am to get your answer. \n\nYou look at her as she stands in the doorway as she awaits your answer. You simply tell her that after thinking about it, that you didn’t see any other way around it. You would simply have to: \n\n[[Work as one of her girls]]. \n[[Figure out your own way around]].

It wasn’t long at all before the limp dick you could have fit into your whole mouth if you wanted to, turned into a rather firm and long cock. So long in fact that you couldn’t fit even half of it into your mouth without feeling like you was about to gag and throw up. But despite the fact that you didn’t really have the ‘skills’ needed to give him the deep and continuous blowjobs you used to like as a man, you knew that you could ignore his cock completely and start licking his balls. A little added bonus that you had wished more women had done for you when you were still a man. \n\nOnly licking the underside of his dick and nuts had an odd reaction for you. You didn’t really notice a scent coming off of the man when his dick was still limp and you were using your mouth on him. But when you brought your mouth close enough to start licking his nuts, you got a soft but unmistakable musky scent. One that you had a strange reaction to because it reminded you of the same cologne you used to wear from time to time. Not that he had any on his crotch, just that it was the first time that you had noticed it, and it made you feel an odd connection to the man you never expected to feel in any way. \n\n“Stand up and turn around.” He tells you. “I'm going to fuck you from behind.” \n\n“What about a condom?” You ask him.\n\n“If Larry gets to fuck my wife without one, I get to fuck you without one.” He counters. “Now stand up and turn around. I’m done playing around. It’s time [[for you to learn what a real]] dick feels like.”

<<set $age += 36>> \nDavid Hill <<print $age>> year old male. \n[img[z/Dave.JPG]]\nDavid Hill is not at all what you think about when you think of a slave-trader. He is generally friendly, often comical, and is mostly just a general “crack-up”, at least on the ship. While on a raid, he is completely different. However, he enjoys being with his crew and thinks of them all as family members and not people to boss around. He might punish people who messed up with “busy work” instead of physical punishment. He has a strict standing order that any slave captured below or over specific ages are to be left behind, no matter what the situation or number of accepted “tagged targets”. He is also rather careless for someone who is in such a dangerous career, often taking risks when they aren’t needed. \n\nOn the ship: David tends to spend most of his time on the bridge, which doesn’t leave him much free time. However, when he is not on the bridge you would never expect him to be "the captain", he prefers for the crew to call him by his first name or sometimes “pops”. He enjoys spending time eating or playing cards with the crew and while in port, he will often surprise the crew with meals and drinks while they unwind. \n\nOn a raid: David is not at all like most slave-traders. He doesn’t just go into a small clump of homes and captures whoever is there. He actually takes a day or two to examine an area, planning attacks and trying to keep track of which building are used for storage and which are used for homes. Despite the fact that the more time on a planet increases the chances of being caught, by taking the time to plan a raid, it actually increases the chance of success. \n\n<<back>>

There is an odd silence between the two of you that felt more like a test of wills more than anything else. He clearly didn’t want to admit to doing anything illegal, and you were at least smart enough not to pressure him to answer questions he didn’t want to answer. But after about ten seconds of watching him pace back and forth you apparently won the ‘battle’ when he sat back down in his chair at the desk. \n\n“Look, Eve.” He says. “This trip, I wanted to keep things on the level and see how you worked out with the crew. Larry and Tom both knew that you were supposed to be kept out of the cargo bay to see if it was going to make you curious, or simply something that you accepted without question. Of course, if that was the case you would have been too stupid to depend on and too quick to run your mouth when you shouldn’t to the wrong people. But because you were curious about it, and you did keep your mouth shut until you could talk to someone about it after the fact and in private, I have to admit that your stock on this crew just went up by a good bit. So, I’m going to fill you in on a few things that you might not have been aware of.” \n\nYou couldn’t help but notice the small threat that he had put into the compliment he gave you. The way he said ‘too stupid to depend on’ meant that if the crew didn’t trust you, they would have found a reason to dismiss you for some ‘legal reason’ for not being able to do your job. But the biggest one was mentioning running your mouth to the wrong people at the wrong time. Had you gone to the other crew members to get information instead of coming directly to the source, it would have looked bad on you because it would have shown you would have been sticking your nose in places it didn’t belong all along. But by coming to the captain, in private, while in port, you had shown that you had been smart enough to talk to him in the only place that he would ever have this sort of conversation with anyone, inside of [[his own cabin out of earshot]] with anyone else.

For almost a full week you were able to avoid having to work at the Red Rabbit. You had enough money for rent, and for once you were able to simply relax and get your thoughts together. You had to admit that it made things easier for you, but despite the fact that you weren’t really working you still felt the urge to do something. You spent most of your time either talking to the other girls about what to do with a guy, or simply acted as a hostess yourself and spent time with customers eating or drinking without being physical with them. \n\nBut once the next month started? Well, then you were facing the necessity of earning your rent again. The only problem? Your reputation around the Red Rabbit wasn’t really impressive. You’ve already had a series of disappointed clients and Amanda had informed you of her concerns that if things didn’t improve by the end of the month that she might have to let you go, which would force her to have you physically removed from the Red Rabbit, something that you knew that the bouncers would do without breaking a sweat. \n\nSo you sat there, really not looking forward to being with the guy who was drinking at the moment, and asked if he would like to head up stairs for a bit of privacy. You felt his eyes glued to your ass as you walked up the stairs in front of him, and even when you held open the door to your room, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were making a horrible mistake. You tried to act friendly and casual as you sat on his lap for a few seconds and kissed him, but there was no denying the fact that you hated the way he made your skin crawl when he started to [[unzip the back of your dress]].

If he continued to move his hard cock inside of you the way he was moving it, it would only be a matter of seconds before he reached his limits. You wanted to tell him to pull out. You wanted to tell him to stop. You even wanted to tell him to get out of your room and leave you alone. But as soon as you opened your mouth to say something, the voice that you were speaking with was no longer your own. \n<<set $cpie += 1>>\n<<pink>>"Fucking fill me with a load of cum". <</pink>>\n<<set $impress = "improving">>\nYou closed your mouth completely shocked that Eve could exert herself like that. You had absolutely no clue that she could take over your body in any way. You felt for sure that her ability to exert control was only when you were asleep or knocked out. You never had her make such a forceful appearance while you were still awake, let alone [[actually awake and active with someone]]. \n\n

You don’t know how long the two of you continued to fight each other. There were no time limits and no breaks between rounds. You were both in pretty good physical condition over all and had been doing a fair amount of physical labor for the last few months, so you both had a good bit of stamina. But it was not something that could last forever, and at the moment you were starting to get the better of her. \n[img[z/zbp.JPG]]\nMaybe you shouldn’t have returned the dirty fighting of her biting into your hand by biting into her breast the way you did. But with her arm around your head and the anger flowing, you really didn’t care that much. You only stopped because of the taste of blood in your mouth, not because of the way she screamed out in pain. Yet even though she was starting to lose doesn’t mean that [[she was willing to give]] up. \n\n

-----------\n<<pink>> “Okay, smartass.” <</pink>> Eve says as you walk with Joe back to his hotel. <<pink>> “You know that he is going to want to fuck us? Right?” <</pink>>\n<<set $smugresult = "right kelly">>\n“I know.” You admit. “Look, I’m not looking forward to this either, but I at least know what’s at stake. And, well, as much as I hate to say it, I’ve kind of been in Larry’s place before.” \n\n<<pink>> “What? Fucking another man’s wife with his approval as he goes off to fuck some unsuspecting teenager?” <</pink>> Eve snipes back. <<pink>> “Just how messed up is the spy business, James? Huh?”<</pink>>\n\n“Well, maybe not the exact same situation as Larry is in.” You tell her. “What I meant was sleeping with a woman for a piece of information. Information that I could use in order to get a promotion or make a little money on the side. But, more often than not it was order to get some kind of information to blackmail someone to keep their mouth shut or so that I could use it against them later if they became a problem.” \n\n<<pink>> “I see.”<</pink>> Eve replies. <<pink>> “So basically it’s [[just a game to]] you? Is that what you are saying?”<</pink>>\n\n

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And while you were at least able to take about half of the seven inches of dick in front of you, you simply weren’t able to fully stimulate him the way that Becky and Lucy had been able to. You heard Lucy’s man calling out first as he started to have a climax into Lucy’s throat as she held onto his hips with her hands. About thirty seconds later, Becky started to stroke the dick in front of her face to a rather disappointing climax. And when they were done, they turned to look at you and saw that you were going to “take awhile” to finish your man off. \n[img[z/24.gif]]\nOh, not that he was going to ever complain about it. As soon as the other two saw that you were going to take a while to finish him off, they both decided that they would offer you a little friendly assistance and joined you in passing his cock back and forth between the three of you. You can’t really say who was the one that got him off the most, as Becky and Lucy alternated sharing his dick with you. But when he said that he was about to climax, you were the one that got the facial as the other two laughed as they [[both jerked him off onto your face]]. \n\n

“Enough!” Penny cries out. “Enough, damn it! Stop. Stop you fucking cunt!” \n\nBut you weren’t going to listen to her. If she was going to force you to eat food covered with cum, or force you to do anything that you didn’t like doing because it would mean someone else was going to be in trouble, then she was going to have to force your face away from her crotch. You redoubled your efforts to keep licking her clit as much as possible, purposefully shifting your head around and trying to escape her hand on your forehead. You knew that you would never get another chance like this again and you were going to make her over stimulated clit as painful as possible until she forced you to stop. \n\nIt never failed, or at least it had never failed you in the past. Once a female got a climax from oral sex, she was so sensitive that what had brought pleasure before would only cause pain. And with one last effort she was finally able to push your head away from her crotch once and for all. And like all the other women who you had gone down on, the result was the exact same as before. Penny simply laid on the bed and panted as she tried to get herself back under control again. And for one short moment, you didn’t see her as the annoying bitch who controlled every aspect of your daily routine, but as a woman. A woman who at the moment was still ridging high on a rather large and impressive climax. \n\nOnly you knew as well as she did that it wasn’t going to last for long. As soon as Penny started to gain control of herself, you saw the change in the way her face looked. She no longer had that shocked and delighted look in her eyes, but a slightly hardened look of annoyance and anger. Her attitude returned as her satisfaction subsided, and even though she had clearly enjoyed your mouth much more than she expected to enjoy it, she was still a bitch at heart and felt the [[need to reestablish her role as]] “head slave” over you as soon as possible.

But while it made things easier all around for everyone to get you there? Well, it would present an entirely new set of problems for you to overcome. How to get home was just one of them. The laws were different, the customs were different, and the way that you would be treated as an “outsider” would make it more difficult for you to be able to find what you were looking for. But at least it would be a step in the right direction. \n\n“Look.” B says as she leans against the wall. “If you want to go there, I can’t stop you. But it is going to cost you a lot of money. You sure you can afford it?” \n\n“How much?” You ask.\n\nAt this point you were in negotiations. Whatever her name was, “B” held all the cards. She might be willing to trim a little off the top if she was feeling generous, but not if you were looking for a rush job to get off the planet in the next day or two at most. It was best to let her name the price first, then try to haggle her down a little, and then agree to her “original price” because of the deadline to get away. \n\n“100,000 Sterling.” B says without batting an eye. \n\n“Are you serious?” You ask her. “75 and you got a deal.” \n\n“For a job like this?” She asks. “[[95 if you are lucky]].”

“He is?” The captain replies. “We are twenty seconds from hitting the atmosphere and we have no controls up here. If you can’t get those engines online, we are going to slam into this rock at over a thousand kilometers a second.” \n\n“How much time to I have?” You ask him. \n\n“The longer you talk, the less time you have. Get me my fucking engines online.” He yells. \n\nYou try to frantically cycle systems on the control panel, hoping that they were simply frozen in some sort of data loop. If they changed in any way you would be able to at least figure out what was going on. But even as they cycled through, they came back with a green indication of everything being okay. \n\n“Eve!” The engineer’s voice comes in through your headset. “What the fuck are you doing?” \n\n“Trying to reset the control panel.” You tell him. “Just in case it was a data loop.” \n\n“You stupid fucking cunt!” He returns. “You just switched the reactors to standby mode. [[You have fucking killed us all]].”

Landing a spaceship, while tricky and risky due to the speed, weight and size of the ship, was still the most thrilling feeling of truly ’being alive’ and ’in touch’ with who you really were. Between the increased heart-rate, the adrenalin pumping through your system, and the simply thrill of being in control of everything. You couldn’t help but wonder if those stupid men who used to take pieces of silk strapped to their backs felt the same way when they jumped out of flying machines so many centuries ago. And while landing the ship was the most thrilling, the awareness that if something ’went wrong’ during a takeoff could force you to do an emergency landing made even takeoffs adventurous as well. \n\nEven though you knew that you were the one that felt this way about the whole process, it was having Eve’s youth and exuberance that made your feelings doubly powerful. You couldn’t help but constantly smile as you landed the ship because you always heard Eve’s voice in your head giving off some silly yell like the young kid she was. You simply enjoyed piloting the ship in general, but Eve purely loved it and couldn’t get enough of it. \n\nObviously it wasn’t always exciting, or at least not as exciting as it could be while you were in space. Keeping the ship in a set alignment for the fold to space was boring and delicate work, mostly using the chemical thrusters to get you lined up and then having zero relative movement to the ship. And while you were the one that did push the button to start or end the process of folding space around the ship, it was a part that didn’t really require you to do anything more than sit still and push a button. Once the ship had folded space? Well, your presence on the bridge was no longer really needed, at least not as long [[as you were traveling in]] folded space.

“Sure, what the hell.” Lucy says. “I’m not like you, I don’t give a shit if he’s chopped or not. As long as he gets it up, I’m fine. Okay, blondie, time to pop brunette’s cherry after all. Come on, Eve. Time for you to join the crew.” \n\nAnd just like that you felt her grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the bathroom and into the hotel room. Only to stop short in front of the man you had been dancing with at the club and quickly kiss you on the cheek before whispering in your ear. \n\n“Have fun, dear.” Lucy whispers. “Yes, you are being tested. But man, its one hell of a fun test if you just let go.” \n\n“Okay, boys. Stand up and drop ‘em.” Becky says. “Since this is Eve’s first time partying with us, we are going to have ourselves a little blowjob race. First man to pop off gets swallowed. The other two have to cum on our faces and switch partners.” \n\n“What?” You say. \n\nYou wanted to say more, but the look of anger that both Becky and Lucy gave you cut you off. There was no doubt that trying to back out now was going to cause a lot of problems. Not just with the two of them, but now that all three men were pulling their pants down, the men in the room as well. You were still trying to figure out how to find a way out of the ridiculous situation you were in when the man who you had been dancing with at the [[club put his hands on your]] shoulders and forced you down onto the floor in front of him.

You barely had time to register that he was about to cum and quickly pulled off of his cock. The massive wad of cum that hit your face was astonishing, even more so because you thought you used to cum a lot as a male. But his climax was larger than you’ve ever seen in any vid before and you felt massive spurt after spurt coating your face as you closed your eyes. Even when you were sure that he had to be done, you still felt three or four more shorter splashes of hot cum on your face. \n<<set $oral = "struggling">> <<set $orre = "ashamed of a facial">>\nYou cleaned off your face and changed clothes as the engineer got dressed. Going to report to the captain with a face covered with his cum was not a good idea. You simply stood behind him as he explained what happened and what needed to happen in order to fix the reactor. The only thing that the captain said to you was that at least you had been smart enough to use your head instead of your twat. Something that reinforced your opinion about the engineer being the better of the two. \n<<set $vag = "tight">> <<set $vagres = "lingering soreness">>\nBut the next four weeks were busy for you. Not because of anything sexual between you and the engineer but because of your crash course in reactors, engines, wiring, repairs, and various other aspects of the ship, both mechanically and electronically. You have never studied more material in your life in such a short amount of time and more than once felt like your eyes were going to fall out of your head from reading [[so many technical manuals]].

You set the computer to start the timer and slammed the “emergency stasis” button as you stepped into the stasis pod. Most of the pods would put you to sleep slowly, lowering breathing and heartbeat to roughly one per two minutes as you went into a deep sleep to pass the weeks between systems. But the emergency stasis button was in case of ship failure. It would quickly put you into stasis until a rescue vessel could get to you, if it ever did. While most of the regular stasis pods would keep you alive for a year at most, one set in emergency mode could keep you going for a decade, provided the power source didn’t let out and your pod wasn’t punctured and leaving you exposed to space. \n\nBut by hitting the emergency button, your body was pierced by multiple needles pumping you full of drugs to knock you out. Your were barely able to keep your eyes open long enough to see the monitor of the main computer count down to zero and see that the graft had begun. You didn’t feel anything, mostly because you were numb from your head to your toes at this point. But suddenly the screen flashed red as an “error message” popped up. It was the last thing you [[remembered seeing]].

------------\n<<pink>>“Well?”<</pink>> Eve asks you. \n\n“Well, what?” You ask in return. \n\n<<pink>>“Which one do you want to sleep with most?”<</pink>> Eve asks. <<pink>>“Don’t lie. I know you better than you think I do.”<</pink>> \n\n“I don’t really know.” You admit. “I kind of like both of them.” \n\n<<pink>>“Well, that was an honest answer.”<</pink>> Eve admits. <<pink>>“Look, Jim, I’m not a lesbian or anything. But? Well, would you mind if I might feel like experimenting with one of them at some point in the future?” <</pink>>\n\n“Mind?” You reply as you laugh. “Hell no. I would rather enjoy it myself.” \n\n<<pink>>“Well, one thing at a time.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“I’m not trying to rush into it. But, we took a big step tonight. These two will go tell the captain about what happened tonight. Well, maybe not all the details about everything that happened. But they will make it clear that they both trust us now and that they will want us to stay on as a member of the crew. I know you weren’t really all that interested in what was going on or anything. But, I wanted to at least say thank you for doing the right thing. You are now just ‘one of the girls’ as far as they are concerned. Trust me, your [[stock with the ship just went]] up quite a lot.” <</pink>>

“What’s the matter, cumslut?” Brad asks. “Is eight inches too much for you?” \n\n“Yes!” You cry.\n\n“Well, get used to it bitch.” He orders. “Now roll the fuck over, I’m going to fuck you doggy style.” \n\nYou don’t know if you were the one that forced yourself to roll over onto your stomach or if it was his hand that pulled you over by grabbing hold of your shoulder. All you do know is that for one short moment the pain in your crotch was finally gone as he pulled his hard dick out of your vagina. Only now that you were so sensitive to the touch in the crotch, you had no way to avoid feeling his hard cock [[slipping back inside of your]] pussy. \n\n

-----------\n<<pink>>“No!”<</pink>> Eve cries out. <<pink>>“I’m not going to do it!”<</pink>>\n\n“Eve, stop!” You yell at her. “I told you to let me take care of it. I got this one, trust me.”\n\nFor the first time you could feel Eve actually resisting you in a way you never experienced before. It was difficult to do anything at all. The two of you were struggling too much for control of the body and the more that you tried to force Eve to let you have control the more she resisted, making things harder to register.\n\n<<pink>>“No! No! No!”<</pink>> Eve continued to call out. <<pink>>“I can’t do it.”<</pink>>\n\n“Eve!” You yell at her again. “Stop this. Right now! God damn it, sweetheart! Will you fucking stop!” \n\nSuddenly you had full control again. You could feel the tip of your tongue slowly starting to circle Penny’s clit and you repositioned yourself on the bed to be more comfortable. Thankfully you didn’t have to really think about anything at the moment, just [[continue to move your tongue a]] little. \n\n

Without thinking about it, you started to roll over to your left and reaching for another item on your belt. You didn’t have to look for it, you simply felt the familiar shape and with one simple motion you pulled it off the belt and tossed it down the hallway. The delay between pulling the grenade off your belt and hearing the explosion seemed to take longer than four seconds, but that was because for three of those seconds you were trying to squeeze yourself into a smaller ball against the wall as lasers slammed against the wall around you. \n\nThe explosion that ripped through the section was deafening. You were thankful that you were shielded from the explosion by the wall itself, but you still had been too close to escape the noise. Your ears were still ringing and you couldn’t hear a thing other than the odd rumbling noise that never seemed to stop as you approached the next intersection and saw Hank crouched behind a bulkhead firing down the hallway. There was no time to think anymore, you were simply caught up in the firefight too much to even try to get an idea of what was going on. \n\nIt is difficult to explain how things really look when you are caught in a firefight between laser-based weapons and plasma-based ones. The “colors” are basically the same, so that isn’t really it at all. It’s the other aspects that stand out. Plasma weapons by their own nature cause a slight wavering of the air due to the heat of their shots. Laser weapons however tend to leave odd little streaks as they virtually vaporize the molecules in the air as they move. Between the odd streaks and slightly wave-like shimmering of the air, the corridor between you and the other crew seemed [[to be slightly warped and fuzzy]].

You knew that time was a factor in a raid like this, and the more time that the crew took to fight anyone boarding the ship, the more the advantage went to the people boarding it. You could have moved positions; gone into a different section and fortified a position by the time the crew reacted to the changing situation. The best course of action was always the riskiest, charge in with all guns blazing and don’t take any prisoners. Quickly swarming a boarding party was the best way to deal with that party before you found yourself on the defensive. \n\nAnd it was strange to think that two people could simply hold off an entire crew as long as they were able to come in through the cargo doors. It left such a large section of the ship exposed, and yet a wonderful chokepoint. Whoever designed ships never thought about the possibilities of robbing a ship while in space. They were almost always designed the exact same way. A huge door to move cargo in and out, with an access door to allow people to move to and from the ship, but only one doorway from the cargo bay to the crew and passenger section. Hell, your own ship was designed the same way, granted your outer doorway on your cargo bay was always booby trapped while you were in space. \n\nJust as you thought, the other door to the hall finally opened and three men in spacesuits came through the door. They weren’t expecting you to have re-pressurized the section, and now that they were overweighed by their suits and unable to move about as you and Rick, you were able to fire your weapon and drop them in the middle of the hall. You were already up to 6 kills to Rick’s one, and you were pretty sure that the guy who had jumped through the other door way was about to step out now that he knew from the sounds of gunfire that [[the ship was pressurized again]].

-------------------\n<<pink>>“Who cares?” <</pink>>The voice says. <<pink>>“My god, after a fuck like that, I couldn't care less. Cindy was right. Killing that boy was fun, but sex is so much better. Man, I can’t wait to fuck Scott the next time out. Maybe we should get Cindy and do a threesome.” <</pink>>\n<<set $man -= 10>> <<set $woman += 10>>\n“What?” You ask, startled at what you just heard. “I don’t even know who the hell you are and you are talking about a threesome?” \n\n<<pink>>“Oh, come on.” <</pink>> The voice says.<<pink>> “I know how you feel about Cindy. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about taking that little slut to bed yourself. Hell, the way that she flirted with you over drinks, I’m surprised that she didn’t offer to join us.” <</pink>>\n\n“Hold on.” You say. “Who the fuck are you? And just how do you know what I think about Cindy?” \n\n<<pink>>“Oh, come on James.” <</pink>>The voice says. <<pink>>“You can’t fool me. It’s me, Eve. You’ve been in charge of my body for months now. But no more. Whenever I feel like coming out, you better hold the fuck on. I’m looking for blood and sex [[and to hell with everyone else]]. <</pink>>\n----------------------\n

Its funny how people always get the same idea whenever they hear of a pirate crew. There is no law and order, everyone is out for themselves, it is kill or be killed, that they are a bunch of lazy bums too lazy to work on a real ship, or that they will be so dirty and disease ridden that they would never be a productive member of society. If only the people could see your crew at the moment they would be shocked. \n\nYou have to admit that your first day was one that was a little confusing as you were introduced around the ship, but nothing that was too odd. Just being aware that everyone was a “pirate” you had fallen into the trap of thinking in stereotypes. You were sure that as soon as you woke up that you would be challenged to some sort of knife fight to prove how deadly you are. Yet the only challenge you had to face was Dave in the engine room. \n\n“Look, Eve.” Dave says. “There are only three things to keep in mind. Watch the heat, be sure that there is enough power in the batteries to prime the system, and above all else be sure to keep an eye on your energy output. That’s it. The rest of the system basically takes care of itself.”\n\nDave was not your idea of a prate. Oh sure, you could easily see him working as a professor teaching math or even biology, complete with the receding hairline and small glasses. Yet, here he was, onboard a pirate ship and running one of the most vital sections, the engine room. Dave was barely 40 years old and seemed to be more at home on the ship than anyone else. There was no doubt that he loved the engines and took care of them better than anyone else. His daily inspections weren’t just to make sure that people had busy-work, but he actually believed that a [[clean engine room was an effective one]].

“Uh, okay.” You say. “Can you give me something? You know, just to help me relax?” \n[img[z/48.JPG]]\n“I would love to.” Becky says. “But with the concussion, I don’t feel comfortable with giving you too much. I can up the dose of the painkillers if you want me to. It might not knock you out again, but it should help find a nice little buzz while the regen-units finish working on your bones.” \n\n“[[Sounds good to]] me.” You say. \n\n

The Freed States of Alpha, also known as “The States” or simply “States”, is a faction that has a weak military but highly liberated and free population. From birth until death, the main purposes of the general population are to have as much freedom from too much government interference as possible. While there is a high “tax rate” due to government plans, there is also a highly restricted policy on what the government can and can not do. Outside of a “state of emergency”, the government has a more or less “hands off” aspect to it. Yet, at the same time, because of the freedoms given to it by the government, the government itself is highly secretive in the way that it deals with the other factions, often presenting the other factions as a “menace or danger” to the population. \n\nThe population is not seen as ‘very loyal’ because of the freedom of government input. Most “States“ people are seen as too selfish or “too inquisitive for their own good“ by the other factions. Yet despite the interference of the government in general, the military is small but highly effective due to the number of volunteers that join each year. Military life is not seen as “important“ to most of the “State“ population, and yet is one of the most respected jobs because of how dangerous it is to keep all the “outside menaces from getting in“. \n\nAlthough the average “States” citizen is generally healthy, there have been several issues over the last five decades that have reduced the population to around 715 Billion people. A recent plague swept through the system, killing one out of five people. A very bloody civil war lasting 20 years resulted in massive instability within the borders of the Freed States of Alpha. The reason for the civil war? The government had declared an “emergency action” to cut back on the criminal element by trying to limit and confiscate firearms within their borders. Ironically, those same firearms that they tried to limit and confiscate were used to keep the government from overreaching their limited powers. \n\nThe “family” is important to the average “States” citizen, but not important to the society as a whole. Most of the population loves their family members but don‘t really care for other people‘s family members. Taking care of the elderly is generally left up to the individual family. Yet, despite their outward appearance of being selfish or nosey, it is common to see whole communities coming together to help a family who lost a home to a fire or illness. The civil war within the boundaries of the States only ended due to the plague sweeping through the area and people who were used to shooting at each other one year were helping each other simply survive the next. \n\nMost of the people in the Freed States of Alpha are not really trusted by the other factions due to their “liberal views”, but they are highly sought after for their commerce and trade skills. Having a deal “brokered” by a Free State of Alpha company is common practice and most of the “galactic bankers” are Free State citizens. Most of the “commerce and mining” spaceships in the universe are manned by “States” crewmembers. Most of these “space pilots” are seen as “faction-less citizens” who can often pass through borders unrestricted, as long as they stay within very specific “traffic lanes” at all times. However, while they may be able to cross borders freely, once inside those borders they can be stopped, boarded and inspected without warning. \n\nSlavery is highly illegal in the Freed States of Alpha, normally with the death penalty imposed on “slavers“ and those involved in the slave trade. However like most “highly free” societies, their “underground” (criminal element or black market) is very profitable and is a major problem. The Freed States of Alpha has local police, federal police and “State Police”. The local police handle such crimes as drunk driving, domestic disputes and other “low-end crimes. The federal police deal with more “High-end“ crime such as organized crime, murder, arson and prostitution. The “State Police” act mostly as a “counter-intelligence” or “counter-terrorist” force. Their biggest concerns are border security, spies and slaves. The death penalty is enforced throughout the Freed States of Alpha, but will almost always involve an appearance in court with 3 judges, lawyers and usually a jury. However, the courts do not look for the “proof of guilt” but the accused must provide “proof of innocence”. \n\n<<back>>

“Just remember, mouth open and hands to your side.” Barry says. \n[img[z/40.gif]]\nAnd just like that, the cock was pulled out of your mouth again. You heard several voices, including Kris’ voice reminding you to keep your mouth open. The first blast of cum wasn’t really all that impressive, at least not to you it wasn’t. It was too watery and didn’t really have much taste or texture. If it wasn’t for the slight grunting and sensation of moisture in general you wouldn’t have really known that he came at all. But the next three guys were clearly having massive [[climaxes inside of your open]] mouth. \n\n

But you weren’t so lucky as to end up in a cheap hotel. You were staying at one of the better chains, and it was known that their hotel security had zero tolerance for shop keeps that broke the rules. And the fact that most of the hotel security employees were simply undercover State Police, it actually increased the risk of being caught if you tried anything funny at the hotel. You quickly discounted using the hotel as a base of operations and simply thought of it as a place to sleep. \n\nYet there was also something that you hadn’t thought about going on. It was somewhat a common thing in the Orion sector for people who were “just friends” to occasionally fool around without forming a relationship with them. In public it was just a couple of friends who met up and had a few drinks or hung out and talked to each other. But in private they were sexually active with each other, and the fact that he was taking you to a higher priced hotel made you think that you were expected to do something physical in order to “stay in town” with him. \n\nYou quickly reviewed everything you knew about your new body and had to admit that it wasn’t much. You knew that you had a good background, or else you wouldn’t be allowed to travel unescorted. You must have been a good student, probably groomed in some way for a specific job in the military, otherwise you would have been required to either have a family member with you or meet up with one when you landed. And you must have been medically healthy and of somewhat loyal leanings towards Orion or you wouldn’t have been able to travel alone as an “adult” even though you were [[still too young to be]] called an “adult” legally.

--------------------\n<<pink>>“Well, Tracy is full of surprises. Isn’t she?” <</pink>> A female voice whispers in your ear. \n<<set $man -= 7>> <<set $woman += 7>>\n“Yeah.” You tell her. “I had no idea that she knew how to suck a dick like that. God, that was amazing to watch.” \n\n<<pink>>“That’s not what I meant, you idiot.” <</pink>> The voice replies. <<pink>>“I meant how easily she was bought off. You think that look on her eyes when he whispered in her ears was because she was enjoying it?” <</pink>>\n\n“Uh, not really.” You admit. \n\n<<pink>>“Yeah, well, whatever he meant by getting her one?” <</pink>> The voice says. <<pink>>“You better keep that in mind. She will do anything to get whatever it is, and if that means being the universe’s biggest slut, then so be it. Promise that [[you will not let me end up like]] that. I will have to kill myself.” <</pink>>\n------------------

“Oh god, stop! Please!” You start to beg him. “It hurts!” \n\n“Good.” He replies. “Then you know that you are getting fucked. Now, hold on, cumslut. It’s time for daddy to go to work on your tight pussy.” \n\nThe pain had been bad enough before hand. But now that he was trying to slam his cock into you as hard and as fast as possible it was simply torture. You tried pushing him off of you, but you simply didn’t have the strength. You screamed even louder, begging him to stop or at least slow down. Anything that would make the pain go away. And you even tried to roll onto your sides to get away from his cock, but his movement was simply too fast and hard to allow you to move at all. All you could do was stay exactly where you were and take the “punishment” of his dick hurting you. \n\n------------------\n<<pink>> “Oh, alright.” <</pink>> Eve finally said. <<pink>> “I didn’t know it would be that bad. Stop resisting and let me help.”<</pink>>\n\n“Please. Oh, god, Eve, please.” You tell her.\n-------------------------\n\nInstantly the pain was reduced. Not enough to avoid feeling it but at least enough for you to stop screaming out in pain. But you still felt it and while you didn’t mean to do it, you simply couldn’t help yourself as you turned your head and started to physically cry because of the pain as he continued to pump his cock inside of you. But with Eve’s help to at least “dull” the pain, you were able to finally [[find a way to at least deal with the]] whole thing.

---------------\n<<pink>>“You fucking piece of shit.” A voice nagged at you while you were in stasis. <</pink>> <<pink>>“Slavery? I would never do that to someone. I hope that they space your ass. It would be quicker for both of us and I can finally be done with you. I hope you fucking die. You hear me? Die, [[you son of a bitch]], die.”<</pink>>\n---------------

It also bothered you that when you really wanted to talk to Eve, like now, to find out a few more answers, you simply weren’t able to contact her at all. You really didn’t have any control over when she appeared and when she didn’t. It wasn’t like you were dealing with an imaginary friend who could be brought up simply by thinking about it. And it wasn’t exactly like you were able to count on her like a ‘cover story’ you used to do as a spy. In a lot of ways it was almost like having a split personality where one aspect would suddenly appear and join the conversation. \n\nMaybe that was really what was bothering you, the fact that you were starting to get paranoid that you did have a split personality after all. Ever since humans had been able to fully ‘map out the brain’, the advances in medical and psychology understanding of the brain had increased beyond belief. The fact that doing a mindgraft would generally ‘traumatize’ the victim did help explain how something could go wrong. After all, despite being the one in charge of the brain the body would always undergo some sort of reaction to the changes. But of the all the cases of mindgrafts that you could recall, nobody ever claimed to be able to be aware of the body’s original ‘owner’ or personality. \n\nIt wasn’t like there was any real way to verify that fact. But nobody ever seemed to complain about it, and you can recall the time that you had to do a mindgraft in training in order to learn how to control another body without being aware of the other person’s personality. Granted, that was an elderly man who was volunteering for the process instead of dying all alone in a retirement home. But still, you had been able to take over the body, recall memories of that man’s childhood, his education, know who he had married, the names of his children, and carry on a conversation about his profession with another ‘expert’ in the field without any effort. It had just been like reading an old and familiar book, just a second or two to think about something, and you would be [[able to recall every little]] detail about it.

Not that you could leave the bridge for longer than a few hours at a time. Enough at least to get some sleep, something to eat, maybe have a short but friendly conversation with someone and a change of clothes. While the ship was in folded space, you didn’t really need to ’pilot’ the ship so much as simply be on hand in case something went wrong, at which point you might be needed in order to avoid a stray asteroid or other vessel that had forced you out of folded space. But the chance of having to avoid a sun, planet or moon was nonexistent because you couldn’t fold space that close to an object that large without destroying the ship in the process due to the gravitational forces involved. \n\n“Well?” David asks. \n\n“We’re good.” Geoff replies. “EM emissions are too low to be spotted.” \n\n“Are you sure?” David counters. “Eve, can you confirm that?” \n\n“As long as we keep in the shadow of that moon, they can’t pick up our electromagnetic signature.” You tell him. “Even if they could, they wouldn’t be able to get any information from it. We are pretty much just floating through space right now. I’m running on chemicals right now to keep us on course, but as far as any real power? Well, from what my readouts say, we [[are as dead as a rock]].” \n\n

You had your freedom, if only for a few minutes. But the man who had been driving the vehicle all night, taking you to the one spot he thought was “safe” had just killed a man in cold blood in front of you. Not that you had room to judge the man for doing it as you had killed a woman yourself less than three hours ago. But still, killing her was justified, or at least justified to you. Being shot in the chest by the man as he panicked over killing someone else was not. \n\nYour last image was of Tracy’s body falling next to your own with a gaping hole in the middle of her forehead. \n\nLook at your [[final stats]].

“No, honey.” Amanda says as she stands up and heads towards your door. “He doesn’t get a free spin because of what he did for me and Carter to get us back. He gets a free spin because of what he does for all the other girls.” \n\n“What girls?” You ask. \n\n“Eve?” Amanda says as she lets out a soft sigh by the door. “When a girl buys her ticket off Binder, do you think that she goes down to the port and just buys a ticket from the first ship leaving? Of course not. She gets a lift from the man that just left. He’s the one that is in charge of making sure she gets where she is going, even if that means shooting his way in or out orbit to do it. If you ever get enough money to leave, that’s the man who is going to be captaining the ship that gets you off this rock.” \n\nAfter Amanda leaves, that gives you something to think about. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing that your first “regular” was the one that was in charge of getting you off the planet. You had assumed that leaving was a simple business proposition and you simply bought a ticket at the port like you would to go to any other planet. Or if not a simple matter of buying a ticket, then arranging something with a smuggler. But thinking about it, it kind of made more sense that it was a pirate crew that would get you off Binder. They were more experienced in avoiding the military, knew how to move in and out of systems looking like a normal cargo ship, and tended [[to have better engines and armaments]]. \n\n

“Well, half-sisters.” Vicky says trying to keep the charade going. “We have the same mother, but two different fathers. It was a scandal at home. But, well, you know how it is with family. You can’t always pick the family members you want.” \n\n“So true, so very true.” Jeff says. “But I sense a bit of resentment in your voice. Why is that, dear?” \n\n“Well, I was the older sister.” Vicky says as calmly as possible, lying through her teeth the whole time. “So, I was the one that had to watch over cumslut when she misbehaved. And let me tell you, she misbehaved all the time. It was dreadful. I would have to correct her language, fix her mistakes at school, talk people out of being mean to her. It was a real pain in the butt. And then one day, I caught her trying to seduce the neighbor’s son. Oh, it was dreadful. I don’t know how I put up with her, I really don’t.” \n\n“Such a little trouble maker, aren’t you?” He asks as he looks at you. \n\nYou really didn’t know what to say as a response to such a huge lie. Vicky hadn’t even known of your existence until a few months ago, and here she was telling some made up stories about what it was like as kids growing up together. You didn’t know if she was simply a really good liar, or simply talking about someone else in her past but using your name as a reference point. Or maybe it was simply some part of a set ‘story’ that she had to learn a long time ago. At one point you had been able to lie with the best of them at the drop of a hat without any shred of morals about the whole thing. But one of the odd side effects of your mindgraft with Eve was that you were actually more honest about [[yourself and things than you had]] been as a male.

Sure enough, two minutes later the captain was standing next to you as you were putting on your spacesuit. The rest of your crew had already left the ship or were moving cargo around. There was nobody else left on the ship that could do anything about the prisoners other than you and the captain, and by the way that he was watching you as much as he was watching them, you knew that he was holding off saying anything until after he got his own spacesuit on. \n\nSeeing the twenty five people herded into the cargo bay was an odd sight. Most of the large containers were still in the cargo bay, although they were now opened and their contents tossed about the floor as your crew had looted the most valuable items. You never really thought of it before, but despite the amount of weight you could actually transport in space, the actual size of the room itself was shockingly small. A simple fifty by fifty by fifty cube could hold a whole lot of cargo containers. They were mostly five or teen feet long, stacked on top of each other or crammed side-by-side. It didn’t take long to fill up the space, but it also didn’t matter how much things weighed once you got into space. \n\nPeople on the other hand? Well, it made the same area seem surprisingly small and cramped. And despite the fact that the gravity was turned off, the sheer number of people still made it difficult to find enough room to move around that much. You knew that it was coming, you prepared yourself for the captain to say something, and you even understood that you would have to eventually do something about the whole situation. But no matter how much you told yourself that you were ready for it, when you [[actually heard the orders to open the]] cargo bay doors, your mind simply couldn’t accept it.

“Yeah, that’s it Eve.” You heard him say to you. “Stop gagging and just let it happen. You know that I’m going to cum in your mouth when I’m good and ready. You just keep sucking that dick like the dumb cunt you are. Faster, Tracy. Make her really gag on my dick.” \n<<set $man -= 10>> <<set $woman += 10>>\nYou felt Tracy’s hand trying to move your head up and down faster and you could hear her muffled cries as she was obviously burying her head against the man. You tried your best to simply relax and not think about what was going on, but no matter how much you tried to fool yourself you simply couldn’t relax at all. His hard cock was hurting your throat and you simply didn’t want to be where you were. \n<<set $oral = "horrible">> <<set $bj += 1>>\n“Yeah, that’s it.” You heard him say. “Look at me Tracy. I want you shove her head all the way down when I tell you too. You got that? I mean shove the fuck out of her god damn head until I am done.” \n<<set $orre = "forced to swallow">> <<set $swal += 1>>\n“Yes, sir.” Tracy says and sniffles. \n<<set $impress = "property">>\n“Yeah, that’s it.” You hear him say as Tracy keeps pushing your head up and down. “Get ready, Tracy. I want you to really shove that fucking cunt’s [[head down on my dick]]. Now!”

<<set $age += 18>>\nTracy Flanning, <<print $age>> year old female.\n[img[z/Spoton.JPG]]\nTracy Flanning is best described as short and dumpy. While not exactly unattractive, she is not the best looking female on the ship, even before you came aboard. Yet, despite the lack of desire to work on her figure, she has put all of her efforts into improving her mind. \n\nOnboard the Ship: She is often seen studying some subject or another. She has several different hobbies and will often entertain the crew with singing or playing a small fiddle. When not on duty she is complete approachable and will be happy to help with any project you are working on. Not to mention she is one hell of a fine cook. \n\nWhen boarding a ship: She is the “anchor” of the cargo bay, the role that Rick used to have on your first ship. She does not enjoy killing, and she is seen as the “softest” of the crew in that regard. She will often leave the cargo bay completely depressurized, preferring to use open space as a “deterrent” to the crew defending the ship.\n\nShe earned her nickname while having to do a blind fold to avoid a military patrol. Without the slightest assistance from any of the onboard computers she calculated the fold simply taking the ship’s heading and angle of approach and speed. Her efforts to avoid the military brought the ship to within one solar day of port, or “spot on” by the captain’s calculations. \n\n<<back>>

-----------\n<<pink>>“I see.” <</pink>>A voice enters your dream. <<pink>>“You are perfectly happy to kill me in order to deliver a single message, but you are going to stop everything and try to overthrow an entire society because of one guy?” <</pink>>\n\n“No, not just one guy.” You tell the voice. “For an idea. This system is wrong and needs to stop being bent and finally broken.” \n\n<<pink>>“So you are going to risk how many millions in your delusions of grandeur?” <</pink>>The voice asks. <<pink>>“Have you never studied history before? Slave rebellions never end with the slaves living in peace.”<</pink>> \n\n“Maybe not.” You tell voice. “But it is better to die for your freedom than to be [[killed for your mistakes]].” \n----------------\n

All you know for sure was that when the alarms sounded for the ship to prepare for another attack you could feel the excitement building inside of you more than the slight electrical charge in the air as the main weapons powered up. And when you felt that small electrical charge evaporate after firing you felt like you were on fire because of the eagerness for the captain to give the orders to set the engines on standby. The next few minutes were like torture for you. The longer the delay took for the captain to say anything the more you felt like yelling at him to give the orders. \n\nYou were so eager for the command to come that you were no longer sitting in your assigned seat. You were standing up, hands hovering over the console in front of you waiting for the orders. As soon as you heard the intercom system give a short burst of static, your fingers started to move on their own. By the time the captain actually said for you to put the main engines on standby, you were almost halfway through the process. \n\nFor once all of that eager energy came in handy for you. You had the longest route to take to get from your assigned role on the ship, in the engine room, to you assigned position for attack, all the way at the front of the ship. With such a long distance to go, and the need to put on your spacesuit, check your weapons, double-check your oxygen supplies and communications systems, by the time you actually got to your position to attack you didn’t really even notice the corridors you were going through. Without any gravity on your ship, you pushed off of a wall, went sailing down a corridor doing contortions and adjustments, bumping into another wall and starting [[all over again as you changed directions]].

But the biggest difference was the way that the shots acted when they impacted on something. The lasers tended to scorch the walls, or sometimes set off sparks from fried electronics whenever they hit something. They didn’t have quite enough power to burn all the way through metal, but they did have enough energy that they could rip through flesh with no problem. Your plasma shots however tended to more or less impact a metal object and slightly splatter, leaving a large circle that was red-hot for a few seconds before cooling off. But when they hit flesh, they were so hot that they punched a hole through the body and instantly burnt the flesh. \n\nWhen the fighting was over, you could instantly tell right away who had been hit by a plasma weapon by the rather obvious but oddly clean holes in their body. And while you and Hank had been luck enough not to be hit directly by any lasers fired your way, both of you had several patches of skin that looked sunburned, or was welted up by second degree burns. But you at least had been the lucky ones. Both Tom and Irene had gotten hit in the arm, leaving them in need of medical treatment right away. Tom was the one that ended up being the worst off as the shot had almost made his arm useless. Irene had gotten lucky to simply be “grazed” by the shot that hit her. But even a “graze” from a laser weapon left a horrible looking wound that was going to take several weeks to heal properly. \n\nThere were a few other injuries here and there. The captain had slammed his knee against the side of a bulkhead and needed help walking. Walter had a dislocated shoulder from slamming against the wall a little too hard at a bad angle to avoid being hit by weapons fire. Tracy had a rather nasty looking cut along her leg from a knife, and Barry had ended the fight with a small gash in his head due to some shrapnel that a little lower would have probably killed him [[instead of simply leaving him bloody]].

Yet you didn’t really want to be in that sort of relationship yet again on the same ship. If you had to be honest about the whole thing you would rather be off the ship and away from everyone. But between the engineer and the captain? Well, the engineer won hands down. Not just because he was a bit younger and in better shape, or the fact that he had a better sized cock. That had nothing to do with it. It was because the engineer was actually a man of his word, and when he said that he would teach you about how to handle the engines he actually meant it. \n[img[z/zbd.JPG]]\nHaving no choice but to please him or the captain, you very reluctantly agreed to please him. Your blowjob wasn’t really all that impressive by any means. You couldn’t take more than two inches of his hard cock into your mouth without struggling. But unlike the captain that would simply use you, the engineer was better than that. He actually encouraged you to take your time and try to relax more. He even went so far as to tell you to simply suck on [[the tip as he jerked]] off. \n\n

Again, with more experience you would have been able to anticipate the way his cock grew slightly harder and the tension that his balls had. Maybe even be able to tell the difference between the noises he was making because he enjoyed it or because he was getting close and couldn’t hold back. With experience, you would have known about these sorts of signals. Without that experience you were simply trying to do as you were instructed and then suddenly turning your head in disgust, coughing and sputtering the huge mass of cum out of your mouth as the rest of his orgasm coated the side of your face with streams of hot cum. \n<<set $uare = "not a virgin">>\nYour first sexual encounter with another male was something that was a bit of “success and failure” rolled into one. You saw it as a success that you had at least been able to physically do it. If not for yourself, then for your crew. But it was a horrible failure for you personally because your vagina was so painful that you had to keep your thighs slammed shut to ease the pain, and the small pool of spit and cum on the bed was nothing compared the mess of cum all over your face. \n\nThe two men, who apparently thought you did “good enough” to please them didn’t seem to have the slightest bit of problem with getting off the bed and getting dressed. Then again, they were probably silently congratulating each other on having just double teamed a virgin. As far as you could tell from their smiles, they would probably be ready to go again in the next five or ten minutes, even if you weren’t. It was the first time since being inside of Eve’s body that you felt like the young [[and fragile female you]] were.

“Ship secure.” He says. “Rick, Eve, head back to the cargo section and pull up the manifest. Let’s see what we got. Dave, Mary, Ashley, Steve? I want you sweeping the passenger and crew sections. Oh, and there’s no need to rush. The emergency call has been canceled.” \n\n“Let’s go, sweetheart.” Rick says. “We got work to do.” \n<<set $vagres = "pain">>\nSweetheart? Who the hell does he think you are? You aren’t his sweetheart. Or are you? You just kissed the man on purpose and a few short minutes ago his cock was inside of your vagina. You didn’t see yourself as “involved” with Rick, but you had to admit that if anyone on the ship had the slightest “approval” of calling you a sweetheart, it had to be the only man who has been inside of your vagina. \n<<set $man -= 10>> <<set $woman += 10>>\nThe raid was a success in that you got a few valuable items, but nothing that was going to make everyone rich. The medicines and the farming equipment were the two biggest “hauls” as far as loot. A few “nice clothes” were added to your personal stash, and you filled your pockets with a bit of “loose cash” from the cargo crates. But there was nothing really valuable that you felt like claiming as your own. \n<<set $fuk += 1>> <<set $cpie += 1>>\nYet, you were actually happy when Rick came to your room to “celebrate” a successful raid. There was no doubt in your mind that you were no longer a virgin anymore. Rick not only fucked you, but came inside of you as he called out your name. You were still sore as you set your hiber-bed to sleep afterward, but you had no doubt just who [[was a sweetheart to whom]].

Jason simply smiled as he untied Hilda, and as soon as she could finally move again, she curled up into a tight ball as she continued to cry on the floor in pain. But now that the punishment was over, Jason no longer felt like putting up with one girl who was crying and the other one being busy trying to comfort her and keep her quiet. Without saying a word, he got dressed and walked out of the room leaving the door open as several people poked their heads into the open doorway to see what was going on in the room.\n\nNeedless to say, they were disappointed to see one girl crying and the other one trying to comfort her. It wasn’t long before Penny showed up and told the two of you to go back to your own bedrooms. You helped Hilda as much as possible, which was slightly difficult to do considering the fact that she had her face buried against your shoulder as you both left the party as quickly and quietly as possible, despite the fact that you were both nude other than a pair of high heels and she was sobbing, which got a few inquisitive looks now and then. \n\nBut you were absolutely sure that the next morning that Hilda would give you and Tracy hell because of what had happened. There was simply no way that she could have ignored it all and gone about her business the next morning without saying or doing something in order to get back at one of you. Only she never did. She showed up in the showers as if nothing had happened and completely refused to even acknowledge that there had been [[a party the night before]]. \n\n

Instantly you started to have a hard time with what you were doing. You couldn’t believe that you were doing this sort of thing and barely two inches of his cock in your mouth was about to make you hurl. You struggled against him repeatedly to ease up on your head. Every time that you moved further forward you started to gag and the noises you were making must have been heard. You felt him ease up and for just a few seconds you were allowed to turn your head and cough, trying desperately to control your stomach and breathing as you were violently coughing. \n<<set $man -= 5>> <<set $woman += 5>>\n“Come on, girl.” The captain says. “That dick isn’t going to suck itself. [[God you are pathetic]]”. \n\n

You don’t even know what happened to you. Your plans to escape the captain have failed miserably. Your body is found planet-side dumped in some alley behind the spaceport with no papers. \n[img[z/s.JPG]]\nWhen your body is identified, you were found out to be a wanted felon from the Orion Confederacy. Your body isn’t even shipped back home for proper burial. You are just tossed into an industrial recycler and atomized.\n\nLook at your [[final stats]].

You feel the bed slightly shift as Tracy gets onto the bed with you. You can’t bring yourself to look over your shoulder at her, and you simply didn’t want to think about the fact that you were supposed to be the one that was trying to protect Tracy from this sort of thing from happening. But now that she was on the bed, there was nothing you could do about it without putting both of you at serious risk of physical harm. \n\n“What were you promised if you behaved?” He asks her. \n\n“A puppy, master.” Tracy says. “I was told that if I was a good girl and did as I was told, that I could have a puppy.” \n\n“And would you like to hold that puppy?” Brad asks her. “I mean, right now. Not in a few more days, but right this minute.” \n\n“Yes, master. Please.” Tracy responds, and you instantly found the pleading in her voice grating on your nerves. \n\n“Then tell you what.” Brad says as he starts to move his dick faster and harder into you again. “You clean cumslut’s cunt when I’m done and I’ll [[give you the puppy]].” \n\n

Who had said it, or why, you no longer cared. Between the alcohol and the effects of the drugs, your own ability to remain calm and casual had disappeared a long time ago. All you know was that when someone made the stupid joke about how you could always ‘make a landing with his cockpit’, well you probably would have been better off simply throwing your drink in his face and leaving it at that. But instead, it wasn’t your drink, but your fist. A rather clumsy attempt, but one that was effective because he was probably as drunk as you were at this point. \n\nAlmost immediately the two crews started to get into a physical fight with each other. Someone on his crew had teased him about “not taking” your punch, and he had responded by trying to slap you in return. He had missed, but not by much. And because your efforts to avoid the slap caused you to fall down? Well, it looked like he had hit you and hit you much harder than he should have, given your drunken state. By the time that you were able to get back onto your feet again after untangling yourself from your chair? Well, the term “bar fight” came to mind as you saw Mack leaping off of your table to tackle the man who had missed you. \n\nYou might have been able to stop the fight, had you been sober and able to tell Mack that you had tripped and not been hit. But then again, had you been sober you would have never let the stranger get under your skin. Now that the fight was officially “on” at this point, it was far too late to think about what you should have done or could have done or even what you would have done. It was simply a matter of protecting yourself as well as hurting anyone who might have been “winning” [[the fight against your crew]].

You lowered the weapon and slowly stood up from behind your small cover. You held your hands out as you saw your first pirate face to face come from behind Kelly and approach you. You were shocked by the fact that he looked more like a professor than what you thought he would look like. In fact, he wore those silly glasses that professors wore to both see and access information. You could actually see the image on one of his glasses doing a facial recognition scan of you as well as the small display of information that popped up. \n\nYou found yourself quickly pushed to the other side of the hallway, but oddly not bound or gagged. You stood there with Kelly putting an arm around you as two other pirates kept an eye on you, their weapons clearly more powerful than the one that you had been given. There is a very short pause and then a rather loud “THUMP” from the other end of the hall. Then, just as suddenly as the four pirates had headed down the hallway, they came back from it and nobody else. \n\nThe professor type looked at you and smiled. \n\n“Have fun, boys.” He says and then [[walks off to the other side]] of the ship. \n\n

But someone completely ignored the gun and sat down beside you without saying a word. He wasn’t like the others in the bar, at least not by his looks. Most of the others had a hard-look to them, clearly either a criminal or the “wrong type” to upset. This guy actually looked more like an accountant, complete with balding head and a pair of old-fashioned glasses. And while most of the others were drinking something alcoholic, his drink appeared to be water. Or if not water at least a clear liquid that may or not have been alcoholic. \n\n“Well, little bird.” He says without actually looking at you. “I hear you want to fly the nest and grow wings of your own.” \n\n“What?” You ask him. “What the fuck are you talking about?” \n\n“Language, young lady, language.” He actually admonishes you. “Am I to understand that you were the one who was seeking to start a new path in life? Or was that a mistake that someone else made.” \n\n“Look, mister.” You say, not sure why you were getting a “warning vibe” off of him. “I don’t know what you were told, but I was told to meet a friend of a friend by the name of Carter. And no offense, but I know that you aren’t him because you don’t look like him.” \n\n“Ah, true enough.” He replies and finally turns to actually looks at you. “But this, Carter friend of a friend? Why would he wish to meet someone so young? Unless of course you were simply looking for work in the red-light district? If that was the case, you wouldn’t be sitting in this fine establishment waiting to see [[if he showed up or not]].”

Even when Geoff finally eased up on using his hot tongue on your clit, your body still shivered and shuddered. Every muscle in your body felt like they had been shortened, making them feel tighter than ever before, as well as completely and totally relaxed at the same time. You were still trying to figure out just what had happened when Geoff repositioned himself on the bed between your legs and easily slipped his huge dick inside of your dripping wet vagina. \n\n-------\n<<pink>>“Oh my god!”<</pink>> Eve screams out in your head. <<pink>>“God damn, that dick hurts. Fuck me, baby! Pound my pussy like a fucking stud!”<</pink>>\n\n“What the hell are you talking about, I don’t feel a thing.” You tell her. \n\n<<pink>>“Shut up, James.” <</pink>> Eve orders. <<pink>>“Don’t ruin it now, let me enjoy this. Please. You got to enjoy the orgasm, [[let me enjoy the fucking]].”<</pink>>\n-------------\n\n

You couldn’t help but smile as you did all the little “tricks” you had learned over the years as a man as you licked her clit, then ran your tongue along the opening of her vagina and teased her fuck-hole with your tongue. You enjoyed the way that she was still a woman and softly moaned from time to time as you slowly started to pick up on her signals and focused more and more on the things she liked. A slight shift of your pace, a little more firmness with your tongue, and before long you had gotten her where she wanted to be. \n[img[z/25.JPG]]\nYou had to slowly wrap your arms under her and hold onto her pelvis with your hands. A few little shifts of the head and your tongue had an easier access to her clit as you alternated the pattern of your tongue as well as gently kissing or sucking on her rounded clit. You enjoyed the gasp she let out when you teased her pussy by slightly moaning yourself as you slipped your tongue inside of her as far as possible, and the way that she gently squeezed her thighs against your head as you shoved your tongue as far as possible inside of her and tried [[to move your tongue side to]] side. \n\n

You simply couldn’t find a way out of the dilemma you were in. Every way you turned, it put up a new set of obstacles or a new round of questions. You wondered if this was how the ancient philosophers felt when they were looking up at the stars trying to figure out why their ‘gods’ would do something. They had the right questions, and they had the right intentions of learning the truth. But they, like you, simply lacked the understanding and correct language to figure out how things actually worked. And in their ‘ignorance’, they were constantly finding new questions that had to be asked before they could find an answer to their original question. \n\nAnd it was like this for several days in your next trip. You would go to bed, hoping to have a conversation with Eve and work a few things out, only to sleep without her being around. You would wake up, report for duty and go through your day, hoping that she would say something or act as a sounding board as you thought about things on duty, only she never showed up or offered a different opinion. You would spend most of your free time on the ship either eating, or occasionally working out, completely aware that you couldn’t talk to anyone else about how you felt or what you were thinking about. So, you spent the time as three different people. The dreamer, the thinker and the mute. An odd thing to think about when you considered the fact that you were able to get to know your crew a lot better than before by hanging out with them at the table and simply listening to their conversations. \n\nAll of this came crashing to a halt one day while you were in your bed. You woke up with the alarms going off and the captain’s [[voice coming over the intercom systems]].

But you weren’t going to have sex with this guy. There was no way at all you were going to go there with him. He was crazy if he thought that was going to happen at this point. But it was obvious that he was expecting something to happen and the more that you hesitated trying to figure out what to do the more he pressured you by saying that you were supposed to and you promised that you would. You don’t know if you ever sounded like the spoiled child that he did when you reminded someone that they had promised something sexual, but you knew how much it pissed you off as a male if something didn’t happen. \n\n“I’m just not in the mood.” You tell him. “It’s been a long day and I’m tired.” \n\n“Too tired to blow me?” He asks as he pulls the covers off of him and exposes his erect cock. “Because that was the one thing you said you wanted to do the most in the [[last message]] we shared.” \n\n

“Wait, I thought it was the other one.” Alice says. “Tim told me to look out for the other one.” \n\n“Oh, that one?” Brad says as he looks at you. “Oh, she’s got a bit of a temper no doubt. But that other one? Well, she’s the real dangerous one. She watches you like a hawk and sucks you in with her demeanor. I swear, sometimes I just don’t know what to do with slaves like that. It would be a real shame if I have to put her down.”\n\nThat last part was meant to indicate how Alice should be warned about Tracy. But because of how the room was situated, he knew that Alice couldn’t see his face but that you and Tracy could. His last remarks had sounded like he was talking about Tracy, but he was really talking about Poppy. And the threat that if Tracy didn’t put on a “good show” for the guest was going to result in something happening to the puppy was all it took to get her to react.\n\nYou watch in sheer shock as Brad leaves the room, completely aware that he had entered the room with Poppy in order to put some fight back into Tracy. And while it had been a completely underhanded and cruel thing to do on his part, it worked. As soon as the door shut you could hear Tracy’s muffled screams and chains rattling as she struggled to get freed from the wall and go after her beloved puppy again. You knew that Brad had done it simply to get her worked up, but if Tracy wasn’t careful she was [[going to hurt herself a lot more]] than ‘Alice’ would just to get away.

You could feel the massive wad of semen pooling inside of you and the heat from his cum was hotter than you thought possible. You smiled at him as you heard him grunting and couldn’t help but offer a bit of encouragement yourself by slightly twitching your own hips to milk him as much as possible. \n[img[z/zg.gif]]\nYou felt the tip of his cock sliding out of you, and despite the impressive amount of cum that he had just shot inside of you; you could still feel a bit of semen escaping from your vagina. You were surprised that you weren’t the least bit upset about what had just happened but actually somewhat relieved. You had been able to have sex with another man and enjoyed it for the first time. Or at least you had been able to enjoy it with only a slight nudge from Eve towards the end, but it had been something that was more [[intense than you thought possible]]. \n\n

You can hear both the shock and fear in his voice over the intercom. To be left behind by your crew was the ultimate betrayal. And at the moment there was absolutely no doubt in your mind that you had both been left behind and on your own. The only thing that you could do was hope to enter the ship again and be able to take it over by yourself. With the cargo section opened to space that would give you a big advantage over the crew onboard. \n\nBut two people can not pilot an entire spaceship by themselves. While you might be “okay” at best with engines, neither one of you knew how to pilot a ship, nor how to navigate a fold in space. Hell, neither one of you even knew where you were in space. You were between solar systems and there wasn’t a single planet, moon, or sun within sight. The nearest sun looked just like the furthest sun at the moment, a little speck of star-light, who knows how many light-years away. \n\nRick’s hand gave your foot a shove upward and it was clear that he at least had some kind of idea of what to do. You both quickly scaled the side of the ship and finally got on top where you could look all around the ship for the one that you were assigned to. But it wasn’t in sight, leaving [[you and Rick on your own]]. \n\n

“And this?” Vicky says as she moves down your body on the bed. “Oh, cumslut. This is for thinking that master likes your pussy so much that he won’t let anyone touch you.” \n[img[z/34.JPG]]\nIs there really any way to describe the sheer pain you could feel from being fisted by someone who hated you? Probably not, especially when you weren’t used to having sex at all and you had been able to avoid anything or anyone using your vagina for several months. But with a quick shove of her hand, Vicky had been able to get all of her fingers into you, then closed her fingers into a fist and rammed her hand into you again and again until she was pushing her arm almost up to the elbow. You can’t be entirely sure if you blacked out due to the pain or the blood loss, but you were thankful that you didn’t have to see or feel her hand coming out of your [[vagina when you did black]] out. \n\n

But the day slowly passed. And while you were happy to know that you had completed your assignment before Vicky had completed her assignment, that little thrill of a victory was quickly dashed as you reported for lunch. Sure enough, just as she had threatened, Dave was standing by the table watching you as you entered the eating area. \n\nOnly instead of being allowed to pick your own lunch, Penny handed you a single hotdog for lunch. Then stood behind you like she did at breakfast and watched to make sure that you held the hotdog up so that Dave could jerk off all over it. \n[img[z/23.JPG][33]]\n

Piracy was almost as hated as much as spying was, but was also something that was slightly “overlooked” by the criminal element. At least it was overlooked in the Orion-held territories and the Alpha-held territories. A successful pirate could go back and forth between the two parts of the universe and not worry about being captured. But it would involve being extremely deadly and without remorse in the pursuit of getting back home. And under no condition would you want to go into Congo or Union held territories.\n\nOr rather, not go into those territories and get caught. While piracy in the Congo could be profitable in selling something off, being caught was an instant death penalty, usually with your ship being blown up around you. And the Union? If you got caught in the act of piracy in the Union, you would be quickly sold off into slavery, which was just another way of saying “put to death” but unlike the normal 5 or so years, it was probably only 1 year as you were instantly sentenced to work in “medical experiments”. \n\nNo, piracy was not something for the weak of heart and it was something that was extremely dangerous no matter where you went. But it would be possible to get involved with a crew and attempt to run the blockade. It would be an incredible risk, but it could get you within the Alpha-held territories in [[months and not years]]. As long as you weren’t killed in the process.

But with such a huge portion of the ship suddenly sucked out from underneath it, the pilot’s efforts to keep the ship leveled went right along with the reactor. The ship suddenly bucked, then did a slow spin that picked up speed the longer it continued. You were able to view the world under you swing pass the huge section of missing floor, to be replaced by the blackness of space, then the planet again, then space, planet, space, planet, over and over. \n\nYou never heard the ripping sound of metal, nor get a chance to see the red-hot and white-hot pieces of composite materials as the ship started to burn up during reentry. You had been thrown from your small chair against the screen that protected you from the heat and noise of the reactor room, pressed against it by centripetal forces as the ship spun out of control. It may have been designed to effectively shield from heat and noise, but not hold your weight, especially when you started to add additional g-forces. The glass started to crack under you and then break, flinging your body out of the [[ship as it continued to spin]]. \n\n

<<set $age += 7>>\nHank Thomas <<print $age>> years old\n[img[z/Tank.JPG]]\nHank Thomas is a good looking man and he knows it. Yet, he knows it not by using it to constantly try to pick up women, but to stay in shape as much as possible. While most men would be happy to enjoy the weightlessness of space, Hank hates it because it doesn’t provide a good workout for him. Yet, he is kind, friendly, and obviously interested in you sexually. \n\nOnboard the Ship: Hank spends most of his time off duty with working out and trying to encourage the others to keep in shape. He offers to be the personal trainer for anyone interested in lifting weights and will jog the empty corridors and outer edges of the cargo bay. Something that he encourages everyone to do at least once before using the hiber-bed for days at a time. \n\nWhen boarding a ship: He is the “painter”, or the lead assault towards the bridge. His ruthlessness is unmatched on the ship, often laughing while in a firefight. His favorite attack of the bridge is to toss an “acid grenade”. This will result in not only maiming or killing anyone in the blast radius, but also damages equipment, preventing anyone from being able to send an emergency signal. \n\nHe earned his nickname due to his size and simple brute force approach during boarding actions. \n\n<<back>>

What there was however was a large bed, a small little table that had a few chairs, and a small little refrigerator that had several bottles of water or other drinks stored in it. You watched in silence as Penny grabbed a bottle of water for Dave, then another two bottles that she put on the small table for later. Dave simply chuckled as he sat in one of the chairs and propped his feet up in another, getting as comfortable as possible. \n\n“Well, well, well.” Penny says as she starts to chuckle. “This is going to be fun as hell. Master says you can’t be touched by any males, but he didn’t say anything at all about females. So guess what, cumslut. You get to eat me out like the slut you are. And since it’s my pussy you are going to be eating, you better do a damn good job or you’ll be spending the night with [[Dave there as punishment for]] not completing your training for the day.” \n\n

He had a point. The chances of finding a replacement pilot were pretty high while actually in port. If you were still out on a raid? Well, that would have been a different story all together. But for now, it looked like you didn’t really have much choice in the matter. It was one thing to be officially kicked off of a crew by a captain. That involved a lot of paperwork, usually some sort of settlement package of some money and at least being available to offer someone a reference. Being fired by a captain was something that was still an “official business transaction” that followed specific rules and regulations. \n\nBut if the crew simply didn’t want to fly with you? Well, that was something else entirely. It hung over your head and it was something that would be noticed by other people right away. A pilot that the crew simply couldn’t trust was not something that was kept quiet for long. That sort of thing tended to get out of control faster than a forest fire. And the more you fought the crew’s decision to kick you off the ship, the worse things were going to get for you to find another job as a pilot somewhere. \n<<set $impress = "bad luck">> <<set $trust = "can not">>\nThe next few days were hard, mostly because you didn’t have a lot of money to eat or stay somewhere. Thankfully you were still a licensed pilot with the guild so you were able to stay around the lounge at the port as you tried to get another job. It took a captain that was willing to overlook your unproven track record and the obvious scars on your hand, something that was not easy to do. But you finally found a captain that was willing to take a risk on you. \n<<set $expect = "cute but just asking for trouble">>\nYou knew that this captain wasn’t going to put up with any sort of crap from you and he was watching you with a sharp eye. Every misstep along the way was going to result in him kicking you off the ship at the first chance he got. But you did your best to keep your nose clean, and your best to at least try to truly learn a few things when not on the bridge. You figured that if he saw your interest in being better he might cut you some slack. But the truth was, you wouldn’t know what was going on until your next raid, and that was still several days off. The only thing you could really do was sleep in your hiber-bed and wait until you had a chance [[to prove yourself in some]] way.

But just because the raid itself had been successful doesn’t mean that you could take it easy. Not by a long shot. You still had to make multiple trips in and out of a house, carrying or dragging a drugged victim to the rally point for pickup. And it wasn’t like you could go through the whole community house by house. There was a limit to how much a crew of eight could push their luck in one night, and after the first “stage” of the raid, any luck you might have had to begin with was surely used up in making things run so smoothly. So you weren’t entirely surprised when the captain gave the order for the rover to head back to the ship. \n[img[z/51.JPG]]\nWhile you started the process of getting the ship ready for takeoff, you wondered just what was so difficult about putting a bunch of drugged victims into stasis pods. Why did it take three people to be involved in what was a pretty straight forward process. Whatever was going on was something you would have to learn at some point if you wanted to be onboard a ship long enough to get back to the Alpha held territories. But for now, you had to work with Geoff to plot your course off planet and position the ship for the jump back into folded space to return back to your “home port” in [[order to unload the]] ship. \n\n

For once in your life having an “underground contact” came in handy for something other than getting a passport. Whatever her real name was, you were grateful that “B” insisted on providing you both a burner and a knife. While the burner might be in your bags, the knife was under your pillow. So while he was too busy trying to get your legs to open up, he wasn’t paying the least bit of attention to your hand as you reached under the pillow and grabbed the handle of the knife. \n<<set $impress = "resourceful">> <<set $trust = "do not">>\nIt wasn’t until you held the knife against his throat and started to press against his jugular that he froze in place and started to back away. But you weren’t going to let him get away from the blade and get free. You instantly sat up as he backed away and pinned his head against the wall with your knife still against his throat. \n<<set $expect = "cute but risky">>\n“I said, no, asshole.” You say. “I’m going to enjoy slitting your throat for what you were about to do.” \n\nYou were on the verge of cutting his throat when your door suddenly opened and an older man stood there and told you to stop. You kept your eyes on the guy who was in your bed but the guy at your doorway started to laugh, something you didn’t [[expect him to do]]. \n\n

<<set $age += 41>> \nJen Thomas, <<print $age>> year old female. \n[img[z/Jen.JPG]]\nJen Thomas is the “grandmother of the stars”, an affectionate term for someone who has spent more time on a spaceship than she has on a planet. When Jen was about the same age as you are, she stepped aboard her first spaceship and has been hooked ever since. She is the sort of person who would actually die if she was forced off a ship and had to live on a planet. Not from the conditions on the planet, but from a broken heart. Even though she has given birth and raised a few children, all of whom live on different planets, she still has no desire at all to stop traveling among the stars. \n\nOn the ship: Jen treats her crew just like her family. The captain is her surrogate husband, the pilot her oldest child, the chief engineer her favorite child, and everyone else as some sort of child in-between. She treats you as her “baby child”. Not really treating you like a baby per se, but treating you as if you are the one needs the most attention. Because of this attitude, she tends to be a bit of a nuisance by always checking up on you, despite the fact that she should be the busiest person on the ship as she navigates and monitors the ship as it folds space. \n\nOff the ship: Jen rarely goes beyond the lounge or rooms of the port. For her to actually go into the city for anything at all, it will be for something for the ship, or for an upcoming birthday and a surprise. Even then, she will spend no more than an hour or two at most, and probably end up sleeping on the ship afterward. \n\n<<back>>

“Look, Eve, you got to know that this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.” You tell her. “No offense, but I was kind of hoping that this would only be a couple of weeks, not a long-term thing between us.”\n\n<<pink>>“I know.”<</pink>> She says. <<pink>>“And learning about the blockade really fucked things up for both of us. But admit it. If you could have gotten by the blockade as soon as you took over the body, you would have been happy to get grafted back into a clone, even though it would mean that I would have been killed in the process.” <</pink>>\n\n“Well…” You start to say. \n\n<<pink>>“Well, yeah, you would have been.”<</pink>> She finishes for you. <<pink>>“I get that. I mean, we didn’t know each other at that time and it wouldn’t be like you were killing a friend or a family member. And to be fair, if I was in your place I would have been happy to do it too. But I kind of feel like you have already killed me. Maybe not as far as being alive. But as far as having a body again and doing something on my own? Yeah, there are times where I kind of wonder if this is what death is like. Am I really alive at all, or simply just a figment of your imagination or merely a ghost? It worries me, and it also annoys me. There are times that I really do [[wish that we never crossed paths]].”<</pink>> \n\n

----------------\n<<pink>>“A slave?”<</pink>> A small voice in the corner of your mind asked before starting to cry. <<pink>>“I’m going to be a slave? What have I done to deserve this? Why don’t you just kill me and free me?” <</pink>> \n\nYou wanted to comfort the voice for some reason but [[you could not find]] it.\n-----------------

For at least six or seven hours a day, you and the other ‘night girls’ were pretty much around simply to keep things lively for customers. Unlike the Golden Kitty, the Dainty Dolphin, or even the Pink Pineapple, all of which were nothing more than cheap copies of the Red Rabbit, your main focus wasn’t on sex so much as “fun”. Granted, most of that fun did turn into having sex at some point in the evening, it wasn’t like the other brothels on Binder. Amanda didn’t view the process as a fast food company. She didn’t believe in packing in customers like sardines, “servicing” as many as possible in a day and doing it again after waking up. She ran the place more or less like a constant party that never really “died down or ended”. \n\nEven the “morning girls” were normally hanging out and having fun later on in the day when they were more or less ‘off duty’. Walking around with a drink in your hand was common, seeing someone topless was about as natural as breathing to you at this point. You saw more flesh than you’ve ever seen in your whole life as a man, and yet at the same time it was more or less simply done for ‘enjoyment’ by the female than it was for the enjoyment of the male. You saw multiple women kissing each other, and not in a sexual way, but simply to have fun. There was no doubt that the atmosphere of the Red Rabbit was what made it such a “high point” of anyone’s week. It was also why your prices were higher than most places on Binder. \n\nBut then again, look at what you were getting for your money. You were able to enjoy a good “party atmosphere” while you ate good food, drink your choice of alcohol or other drinks, had access to a small movie theater, a bowling alley if you wanted to use it, several whirlpools and saunas, a small little garden with real grass and trees, a large room filled with games of chance to play, most of which were free to play, a room devoted to games of chance that weren’t free to play, but still offered a lot of fun. And all of this with a topless woman serving you drinks, or one sitting on your lap and keeping quiet while watching the game, or simply joining you to keep your company and actually talking to you as a human [[being and not as another]] ‘John’ to get out of the door.

A young teenager was not really the ideal situation for you to pick from. His youth would make it harder to get around. But you would be able to enjoy a healthy body, one that appeared to be in real good shape judging from the muscle mass and height. And while the body might be young, your own knowledge of how to operate computers and vehicles would come in handy. \n\nBesides, if push comes to shove you could always see about trying to join a spaceship’s crew for a little while. A lot of young kids took a year or two off from school to do a little bit of traveling. It was a great way to be an “adventurous” young person as well as gain some very valuable first hand knowledge on ship equipment and procedures. Besides, from what you could tell from John’s display, it appeared as if he was supposed to be on the next ship and not this one, so you would have some time to “disappear” upon landing. \n\nYou just wished that you had more time to set the stasis pods properly. The version of pods on this ship weren’t really designed to do a complete graft and it was costing you valuable time trying to program the computer to accept the parameters you were setting up. At this rate you would have to be willing to sacrifice some of your own personal long-term memories simply to do the graft in time to avoid detection. You figured that your childhood as an orphan and most of your school years was worth losing in the transfer. You just hoped that you didn’t lose too much. The one thing that you sure of was that the last five or six years of knowledge you could easily keep. It would allow you to at least complete your mission; you just didn’t know how much of [[the graft would take]] under the current configuration and equipment.

Saying that just before turning to head to the beach was like sticking a pin in a balloon. You could tell right away that you had made a major mistake. You don’t know exactly when they had decided to leave the small part of the beach they were on, but after only about ten or fifteen minutes of swimming, you returned to find that you were the only one there. You had been completely left alone with nobody around to talk to other than yourself. \n<<set $smugresult = "wrong kelly">>\nSaying that you had to get your belongings together was a complete joke. All you had was a single towel, a small bag that was smaller than a purse that had a pair of sunglasses, a ribbon for your hair and a little bit of suntan lotion. It took you all of two minutes to get your items together and knock the sand off of them. To make things worse, you were stranded without any money at all and had to make your way back to the spaceport which was at least several miles away. But if you headed out as soon as possible, you might be able to make it back before it got too dark. \n\nYou were lucky enough that the road you were walking beside was a bit busy. And why wouldn’t it be? After all, it was the only road that leads to the parking spot for people that wanted to use the beach. It didn’t take long walking back before the first vehicle stopped and asked if you were okay and needed a ride or not. You might have normally said no and kept walking if the fact was you weren’t too pissed off about being left stranded all alone without any money. But you figured that even a five minute right in the direction of the port would easily take at least an hour or more off of your walk, so you reluctantly said [[thanks as you got into the vehicle]].

You also couldn’t help but continue to look downward as you watched his cock going in and out of you. It was something that you could not avoid watching, not because you wanted to see it, but because you needed to have some sort of warning about mentally getting ready for the painful sensation to return. It was something that made you even more aware about how your body felt and yet something that was oddly arousing at the same time. You would watch as his hips moved back and his cock started to exit your vagina and feel slight relief. But then you would see his hips moving forward, and his hard shaft sliding into you and the pain coming back again. As much as you hated to feel the pain, you could not make yourself stop watching the way that his cock moved into you. \n<<set $vagres = "in pain">> <<set $man -= 10>> \nFor one brief second you tried to imagine yourself fucking the body you occupied, and you simply couldn’t do it. It was a surprise that you could not place yourself in the captain’s position and yet it was one you were very familiar with. Yet looking up at the captain as he continued to pump his cock into you, there was no trouble at all replacing his face with your old one. You couldn’t imagine yourself as the one that was fucking Eve, but you could easily picture what it would have been like if you were fucking her, but only from Eve’s point of view. It was strange to think of yourself in such a way and despite the shock that you could so quickly shift images of the captain you were a little concerned that you would start to think of even more men. \n<<set $impress = "taking shortcuts">> <<set $woman += 10>>\nBut it wasn’t going to be a big issue as the captain suddenly slowed down. You knew that you had to say something at this point before he climaxed and you said the first thing that popped into your head. \n<<set $trust = "are not sure they can">>\n“Quick, pull out.” You tell him. “I don’t want to [[get pregnant my first]] time.”

Only Brad’s idea of having anal sex with someone the first time was not at all like what you used to do. You took your time, easing your cock inside of her letting her adjust to the feeling of simply being penetrated for a few seconds before you tried to actually move. And you had always been sort of “nice” about it until she got used to having anal sex by only using a little over half of your length at first. \n[img[z/8.gif]]\nBrad however lined the rounded head of his cock against your lubricated asshole, and then in one forceful push, shoved his cock into your tight asshole as much as possible. You felt the hardness of his dick slightly build up against the opening of your asshole before he had so much pressure built up that the tip simply “popped” inside of your asshole. Once the rounded head of his dick was firmly inside of you, the pent up give of his cock finally had nothing to prevent it from moving and his hard dick actually expanded deeper inside of you than you would have ever expected. You simply couldn’t stop yourself from giving out a rather loud and sharp cry of [[pain from having your asshole stretched so]] wide. \n\n

As soon as the gag was removed from your mouth you took a deep breath and started to work on Tracy’s clit as much as possible. Without Alice sitting on her back, the fact that Tracy could move a little more helped. It didn’t take her long to adjust as much as possible and rest more on her knees and keep her hips off of your face but supported enough to hold her in place close enough to lick her clit but not too close to cut off oxygen to your lungs. \n\nBut that was only for a quick moment. Just long enough for Tracy to start to react to you tongue and nothing more. You heard Tracy’s protests as Alice addressed her from a position on the bed you couldn’t see her at all. \n\n“Easy, honey, easy.” Alice says. “I’ll stop holding your nose if you promise to lick her cunt in return. Do we have a deal?” \n\nYou couldn’t see it happening, but you knew what was going on. With the gag in her mouth and Alice holding Tracy’s nose closed, she was struggling to breathe as much as you were a couple of minutes ago. And from the way that Tracy was struggling on top of you, she was actually having a very difficult time. You couldn’t see her nodding her head, but you could feel the slight shift of her weight that indicated she must have done it. \n\nAnd if there was any doubt that Tracy had agreed to go down on you when her gag was removed, those doubts disappeared in a flash when you felt her tongue against your own clit. It wasn’t really enough to count as sexually thrilling, but it was enough to be noticeable. There simply wasn’t enough [[freedom of your arms and legs to]] be able to move and find a comfortable position.

After he was finished, he laid on the bed next to you for a few minutes, breathing heavily from the effort he had put into fucking you. Not that you could really say anything as you snuggled up against him and enjoyed a few minutes of post-sexual enjoyment yourself. He wasn’t the first guy you’ve been with, but you wanted him to come back again at some point and ask for you by name. \n\nSo, you spent the next few minutes discussing the “next time” that he came to the Red Rabbit what you could do together. It wasn’t long before you had convinced him to only ask for you by name. Before he left, you had him stop off to see Amanda to make arrangements for you to be available for him the next time he showed up. By the time you finished taking your shower after he left, Amanda was sitting on your bed waiting on you. \n\n“So, your first real regular customer?” She asks. “What made him so special [[that you offered to be his girl]]?”\n\n

You woke up with someone else’s hard cock in your ass, completely unaware that you had been knocked out for who knows how long. All you could really tell was that the guy who was behind you with his cock inside of your ass was much bigger than the captain was. You instantly started to struggle, and the results was painful in ways that you couldn’t begin to describe. Your head is pounded against the metal frame over and over until you go completely limp. \n[img[z/e.gif]]\nYou don’t [[wake up this time]]. \n\n

The only thing that really bothered you was knowing that at some point someone was going to climax. Only thing is, nobody seemed to be even close to reaching that point just yet. No matter how much time you spent trying to suck a man’s dick or stroking his cock as he waited to get sucked, nobody actually came. You felt for sure that the man with the slightly crooked cock was going to cum; only he pulled out of your mouth before he did and moved off to the side as another man took his place. \n\nAnd it wasn’t like you were completely alone in the process either. Kris was right next to you, in a position that was easy for you to see as she was busy sucking on as many dicks as you were. Sure, she was a better at it than you were, often doing a little bit of showing off by making such a big deal about opening her mouth and going all the way down on a guy who you had to slowly work up to going all the way down on. But the more you watched her switching off of one dick and onto another, the more you actually learned from her. \n\nThere was no telling just how long you were sitting on a small stool that kept you off of your knees, but too low to really sit down. You were more or less squatting on the small stool, but at least it kept you off your knees and your mouth more or less at the ‘right height’ for another man to appear with a dick for you to work on. All you could really admit to being aware of was the fact that it felt like there was a never-ending supply of hard dicks in front of you in various shapes and sizes. Some were rather thick, but not especially large or long. A couple were longer, but seemed to be slightly thinner than expected. Only one man really had what you would have called a ‘huge’ dick, and despite having troubles with him, you were at least able to do a fairly respectable job at giving him a blowjob in general. Thankfully, he spent [[most of his time with Kris]], who clearly didn’t have any problems at all with his length or thickness.

Don’t think, just do. You continued to chant that little phrase over and over as you leaned against the younger man and started to unzip his jumpsuit. You had seen Kelly doing this sort of thing before and you had a good idea of what to do from your own experience as a man. But if you so much as tried to hesitate as a female you would freak out and never be able to do anything at all. \n\nYou didn’t even think about your hand wrapping around another man’s hard cock. All you thought about was that it had to be placed in a specific spot and nothing else. Yet, despite your efforts to avoid thinking about your hand wrapped around a cock, you couldn’t stop yourself. You actually had to look down between your legs and look at his erection. It was a strange moment for you. You could see his dick getting harder in your hand as well as actually feel it. For one split second you actually thought of yourself as a man again getting ready to jerk off. \n\nThe memories of all the times you had to jerk off over the years came flooding back and you simply could not stop yourself from doing it. You moved your hand slowly but firmly along his shaft, enjoying that oddly familiar feeling of stroking a cock again. It was not something that you could really explain, but it made you happy to be able to finally remind yourself of what it was like to hold onto a hard cock for [[the first time in almost a year]].

You realized that you had whispered to the man and not to Eve when the sensation of all the semen flooding inside of you suddenly stopped as soon as it started. And that sudden removal of sensation only made your vagina actually miss the sensation so much that when the man actually started to cum inside of you, you found yourself overwhelmed. \n\nYou wrapped your arms and legs around his body, holding him closer to you, trying to squeeze every drop of semen out of him as fast as possible. You felt his hips slightly shift and the tip of his cock moved just an inch or two, but it felt like a piston driving deeper inside of you than any [[other man had been before]]. \n\n

And she was clearly having the fucking of her lifetime going by the way she was begging Geoff to keep moving. And to his credit, well, there was no denying the thrill that Eve could give a man by being so vocal, because it was causing you to feel slightly aroused as well. Or maybe it wasn’t just her words echoing in your head that was making you feel so aroused as you watched Geoff’s thick cock sliding into your vagina over and over. Maybe it was the slightly ‘numbed’ feeling, Eve’s voice in your head, and just the visuals in general. There was something about all three that was appealing in a small way, but combined all together, there was no way to ignore the pleasure you and arousal you got from it all. \n\n“Not yet, baby. Hold on.” You hear Geoff telling you. \n\nOnly there was no possible way for him to know that Eve was the one that was in control at the moment. And despite his encouragement for her to hold on a little longer, she simply couldn’t. Again, you found your world shattering, only this time everything took on a slightly blurry feeling. Your hearing was muted, your vision was blurred, your head wasn’t [[so much spinning as it was tilting]], and your body was mostly numb. \n\n

You had to stand there and watch a man be beaten to death with a metal rod, simply because he had made the mistake of assigning the wrong girl to serve wine at the wrong party. That was it? A simple mistake that could have been taken care of in less than five minutes resulted in the brutal beating of a man? And if your so-called “mistress” was so concerned about who attended which parties, she should have made her intentions known from the start instead of simply leaving it up to the man to assign people. \n\nAnd it pissed you off even more because you had been one of the girls assigned to that party and actually was grateful to have the help of the girl who was “mistakenly” assigned to it. If it wasn’t for her help you would be the one that was being beaten, not this man. A man who you knew from the idle chit-chat among the slaves had been working for this woman for the last seven years. That was a long time for a slave, and probably why he had been given the freedom to assign individuals to the party without her looking over his shoulder all the time. \n\nYou were stunned when your name was called, not to mention a bit frightened, when she told you to walk over to her. You stood there in surprise as she gave you the blood coated metal rod and told you to clean it off before putting it away. You simply held onto the thing as if it was a dirty diaper, only holding the [[small grip with your fingertips]]. \n\n

“God, you can’t be serious.” The other voice says. “That’s my wife you are talking about.” \n\n“I know.” The doctor voice says. “And I’m very sorry about this, I really am. But in a case like this? Well, a slight overdose of morpha would be better for everyone. I swear she will not feel a thing.” \n\nYou tried desperately to scream, to moan, and to simply snort through your nose. Anything to let them know that you were inside her mind and that you were aware of what was going on around you, if only by sound alone. But something to get their attention was impossible to do in your current state. You heard the husband crying next to you and begging you to forgive him, and all you could think was “FUCK NO” as you felt the drugs starting to take effect. \n\nYour hearing faded, it became harder and harder to breath. For a couple of brief seconds you heard the heartbeat monitor give a steady tone and then nothing. You have died due to a failed mindgraft. You were “put out of your misery” by an overdose of painkillers. \n\nYou have died. Play again.

-------------\n<<pink>>“Oh, just get it over with.”<</pink>> Eve chides you as you sleep. <<pink>>“It wouldn’t be the first time.” <</pink>>\n\n“But still.” You protest. “It’s a fresh start. Do we really want our fresh start to be wasted by doing something stupid like sleeping with someone?” \n\n<<pink>>“Wasted?”<</pink>> Eve counters. <<pink>>“Come on. Don’t bullshit me. You want it as much as I do. You forget, buddy, that I know exactly how to get you going.” <</pink>>\n\n“Bullshit.” You reply. \n\nFor the first time in years you had what could only be called a ‘wet-dream’. Only instead of being from the male point of view, you were happily looking up at your old face as [[you fucked your new body]]. \n----------------\n

-----------------------------------\n<<pink>> “DUCK!” <</pink>> Eve’s voice screamed in your head. \n------------------------------\n[img[z/2.JPG]]\nInstantly you hit the floor of the hallway and felt the heat of the laser going over your body. The shot had missed you by mere inches, close enough to feel the heat but thankfully not enough to harm you. You quickly rolled over onto your back and fired at the man who was coming down the hallway from behind you. You barely had time to even see your shots hitting him in the gut and chest before you saw the two guys [[behind him bringing their]] weapons up to fire. \n\n

You have to think about it. If it was just your own survival you would have tried to let your mind drift off into other thoughts, something that was a lot easier said than done, but thanks to the graft you had a slight advantage over most people in that regard. But this wasn’t about your own neck on the line, but everyone else’s. \n\nYou didn’t really know them, although a few of them you thought was okay. You could at least understand what they were doing as there were a lot of planets that still needed the black-market to supply medicines and basic luxuries. But still, they were all smugglers and you could just as easily see them all dead without thinking about it for long. But that wasn’t exactly right either as not one of them had done anything against you personally. In fact, it was basically a “live and let live” sort of feeling on the entire ship. \n\nSure they were breaking the law, but they didn’t see themselves as some sort of bandit of old or looking to overthrow the government. They were just getting by, cutting corners here and there, occasionally moving a few items that were restricted because of where they were going, not what they were moving. To simply do something to willingly let them all die for not good reason seemed to be cruel and heartless on your part. \n\nAnd slavery? You didn’t want to even think about what would happen to them if they were sold into slavery. Kelly would easily work in a brothel, being used repeatedly day and night by god only knows how many people, most of who would probably beat her in the process, just so that she could eat that night. And the others? Most of them would be forced into hard labor and would be dead in a matter of months, years at most. Selling them into slavery was just as [[good as killing them yourself]].

Somewhere in the middle of the night, a guy got the bright idea to turn you over and the whole process was started over again, only this time it was your ass that was being violated over and over. Each of them took at least four or five times with you without the slightest sign of ever growing tired of the activity. Even when they were done, they simply pulled the gag back over your mouth and then someone blindfolded you, leaving you still tied to the table. \n[img[z/zg.JPG]]\nYou don’t know if it was a day or longer before someone came into the room again. The fact that you had used the bathroom was not a concern as you felt cold water blasting over your body from an apparent fire suppression system. Again you were brutally raped over and over while people actually talked about what to do after they landed the ship [[and where to find a new pilot]]. \n\n

When Brad finally returned home again, things slightly changed. At least as far as how who came on your food. It was always the same two men, taking turns apparently, or on a few occasions they both did it. Only now that Brad and Tim were both back, you no longer were able to enjoy the “no touching” rule anymore as you were required to jerk their cocks off onto your food, or forced to sit there as they fondled your breasts and jerked off themselves. \n<<set $age = 19>>\nOn one really humiliating occasion, you were forced to sit silently as Tracy gave Brad a blowjob on one side of you and Hilda gave Tim a blowjob on the other side, then watch as both girls turned their heads and opened their mouths to deposit the load of cum from both men onto your salad. But, at least you didn’t have to give [[either one of them a blowjob]]. \n\n

And while the captain tried to sweet talk you into staying on for the return trip, you were adamant about getting off of this ship. Both the captain and engineer had been using you for their own enjoyment. At least the engineer had taught you a few things and was willing to give you a rating of uncertified second-class engineer. This was really just a fancy way of saying you had learned what to do by actually doing it and not just reading a book about it. But at least it gave you something to actually use to impress someone and be taken seriously for a change instead of a piece of meat. \n<<set $man -= 10>> <<set $woman += 10>> <<set $uare = "not a virgin">>\nIt wasn’t a really heart-warming goodbye in the port, but at least a well-meaning one. You didn’t know if you were going to get a better crew or not, that was always a risk when you tried to switch ships. But at least you would be given a fair shot at impressing people with what you could do on the job and not in the bed late at night. And for you that was well worth the price of taking the first job you could find to get off the planet before your first ship could. It wasn’t quite as much pay, but at least the cabin you were assigned to was bigger. And the hiber-bed was actually newer than your old one, which meant the [[mattress was more comfortable too]]. \n\n

And end of the show it was. Almost as soon as Becky’s partner had finished cumming on her face, Lucy started to make overtures that the men should head out as soon as possible and let the three of you get some sleep before you had to report back to your ship before taking off. Not that the ship could go anywhere without you, seeing how you would be needed to get the reactors up to full capacity and Lucy was the pilot of the ship. But the three men must have been at least somewhat accustomed to this sort of thing considering the fact that none of them complained about being kicked out of the hotel room they paid for or the fact that the three of you were going to use it to sleep and not any of them. Then again, after having three climaxes in an evening, and with three different females, did any of the males have any real room to complain about anything? \n[img[z/43.JPG]]\nIt was odd to be in bed with Becky and Lucy after being required to have sex in front of them for the whole evening. But then again, having sex while they were having sex in the same room had been rather arousing, and you would have been interested in at least being in the room to watch no matter what after you saw their bodies for the first time. But the odd thing was the fact that Becky and Lucy both appeared to be rather content to curl up with you for the night. One was curled up on your left, and the other was curled up on your right during the evening. Since you were the first one that drifted off to sleep after your shower, you weren’t sure who had joined you first, Becky or Lucy as they had been a little occupied with playing with each [[other in the shower when you left]] them. \n\n

The reaction was almost picture perfect. He was a male, old enough to be around 45, maybe even 50, but he still had a lifetime or social conditioning to overcome even in space. Being so blunt and direct with him startled him to the point where he just looked at you in complete shock. And yet, after a few seconds, he recovers from his shock and simply smiles as he stands up. You watch as he unzips his jumpsuit and steps out of it. You stand up and follow suit by taking your jumpsuit off as well. \n<<set $man -= 5>> <<set $woman += 5>>\nSpace travel has a lot of advantages to it, most of which are resources and technology. But one of the best aspects of space travel was the ability to simply wear a comfortable jumpsuit and nothing else. You were both nude in front of each other in mere seconds by unzipping the suits and stepping out of them. And when you were done, it was simply a matter of stepping back into them and sipping them up again. \n\nYet, you would have thought about it a few more minutes if you knew what the captain had going for him. He wasn’t exactly “huge” but he was bigger than you expected, a bit more than seven inches and fully erect before you even got in front of him. But you resolved yourself for doing what you were about to do and you lowered yourself to your knees in front of him. \n\nYou tried, you really did try to get pass your personal hang-ups about sucking on another man’s cock. You didn’t have the experience to do much with him other than sucking on the first three or four inches of his cock and use your hand for the rest of his shaft. You tried, you really did try to do more than that, but every time that you went half way down his shaft you started to gag and quickly had to pull him out of your mouth [[before you lost control and]] threw up on him.

How long you stayed in the room being beaten after blacking out you don’t know. All you really do know for sure is that it wasn’t the next day, but three days later that you finally woke up in the hospital section of the complex. Thankfully you were going to be “off duty” for several more days, but only after some reconstructive surgery and long enough for the doctors to mend several broken bones and repair the damage of your vagina after Vicky had started to fist you. You got a visit from Penny who simply wanted to check on your condition and see how long it was going to take to get you back on your feet to report for duty again. And she made it clear to the doctors that she wanted your vagina to be as tight as a virgin’s before being dismissed. \n\nThere was a somewhat lengthy conversation about your special dietary requirements. Not that anyone protested the fact that someone had to keep cumming on your food, but about how to administer it at the moment. For now, your jaw was wired shut as your face healed and you were being fed through some tubes because your neck was unable to swallow due to a few torn muscles. But the doctors ensured Penny that as soon as you were allowed to move to some actual food, they would let her know. Sure enough, the first day you were allowed to actually eat pudding for supper, Dave appeared to jerk off on the pudding before you could eat it. And seeing you in the hospital still bandaged and bruised it must have really excited him because it was a massive climax [[he had on your food that morning]].

The Red Rabbit had a strange rule about payments. There was a set price for specific acts, and yet, payment was actually based on “satisfaction” more than actual act. This meant that a guy was going to be ready to pay the “full price” for a blowjob, but only if he felt satisfied with your performance. If he wasn’t, he was allowed to leave without paying the “full price”, although he still had to pay a “minimum” price as well. All the “smart girls” who were working at the Red Rabbit had figured out a way around this little rule by telling guys that the prices were a bit higher, but they would be willing to “cut a deal” if he paid the full price that was expected no matter what. \n<<set $orre = "spitting">> <<set $vag = "tolerant">> \nBut you hadn’t learned that trick just yet, and instead of seeing the expected $50 Sterling for a blowjob on the stand by the door, you only saw a $20. Clearly you had a lot to learn about oral sex, and no matter what you read or who you talked to the answer always came down to the same thing. You would have to do it more and more to get used to it and be able to do a “good job” at it. Something that you weren’t looking forward to after the [[disappointment of your first time doing]] it. \n\n

Brad might not be an impressive man as far as his outward appearance. But when you had eight hard inches of his dick shoved into the back of your mouth without any warning or buildup at all, you were unable to deny the reaction your body had at such a powerful and painful man. Instantly your neck started to protest the thick head of his dick inside of your throat. Your lungs felt like they were on fire from the lack of oxygen getting to them. Your hands instantly started to try to push him back away from you, only to be rewarded by another slap across the face which wasn’t hard, but enough to let you know not to keep struggling. \n\nThankfully it only lasted a couple of seconds in real-time. But in your mind it felt like an eternity, and as soon as his dick was slowly eased out of your mouth you started to gag and cough as you struggled to recover. You felt the hand on your head pulling your face back to his crotch and felt the rounded tip of his dick against your lips as you pressed them as tight as possible to keep him out of your mouth again. \n\n“Open, cumslut.” He orders you. “Don’t worry, I’ll be [[nice this time and let you get]] used to daddy’s big dick.” \n\n

-----------------\n<<pink>>“My god, you bitch.” <</pink>>The voice in your head called out in your sleep. <<pink>>“Jim’s my boyfriend. How could you do that to me? After everything else, you had to ruin what we had too? You mean bitch. What have I ever done to you? How could you do that to me? You knew that I loved him and wanted to sleep with him. Oh, Jim, I’m so sorry. I wanted to do [[more with you]].” <</pink>>\n-----------------

-------------------------\n<<pink>> “Well?” <</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“You seemed to have enjoyed yourself.”<</pink>>\n\n“Good, god, Eve.” You say. “Is it always like that? When you have a climax, I mean.” \n\n<<pink>>“How would I know?”<</pink>> She counters. <<pink>> “Someone took over my body before I could really find out. But, I hope so. That was extremely intense. I didn’t get the full blunt of it like you did, but what I could pick up, it was amazing.”<</pink>>\n\n“That it was.” You admit, feeling slightly ashamed of yourself. “But, uh, between you and me, I liked it when you made me think of myself as a man again. That was what did it to me. That part just drove me wild. Well, that and hearing your voice in my head enjoying it.”\n\n<<pink>>“Why, thank you.”<</pink>> Eve says, and while you couldn’t actually see it, you could hear the ’blushing’ she would have done if she was next to you in person. <<pink>>“I didn’t really mean for you to get carried away with it. [[I just did it to kind]] of tease you. But I’m glad you liked it.”<</pink>>\n\n

But to kill someone? That was rather drastic for a simple meeting. Hell, you were a highly trained spy and could easily have been given an assassination order, but that was in your old body that had been trained for such a thing would have both an entry and exit plan well worked out before killing someone. Yet, you hadn’t been given that sort of mission before and while you might have lied, cheated, stolen and probably broken a few marriages along the way you hadn’t really killed anyone in cold blood before. There were three who you had killed in self-defense, but that was different. \n\nYet why didn’t you count Eve amongst that number, you suddenly asked yourself. She was just as dead as the three you had killed in self-defense and you didn’t count her as dead at all. And if you were being completely honest about it she should be counted as someone who you had killed in cold-blood. You had picked her body completely at random simply because you wanted to avoid detection and she was old enough to handle a mind graft and yet a different gender to throw the authorities off your trail. Would you be able to just randomly kill someone else? You would have if it meant doing another mind graft to avoid capture, but not just walking down the street. Or would you?\n\nYou really had to think about it for a few seconds. And each of those seconds your little “table-mate” was watching your face as you weighed your options. It was obviously clear that the whole “test” wasn’t just if you would actually be able to do it, but if you would be able to do it without having to think about it too long or not. The longer that you actually did have to think about it, the more likely you were to fail the “test” itself simply because you turned coward at the [[last second and simply]] couldn’t do it.

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But there was a high risk involved in what you wanted to do. You knew that it would be an instant death if you were caught. But how was that any different than what you were facing at the moment. The slightest mistake or refusal to comply with an order could result in a beating or death. At what point does fear of death no longer matter? Where was that line of finally resolving yourself to die for nothing or to die for what you believed in? And was it possible to make the others follow in your plans? You were way too young and clearly not the typical example of what you would call a “leader”. Not in your current body at least. Maybe in your old masculine body you could have convinced more people, but as a young teenage girl it was going to be difficult.\n\nYou were still trying to formulate a plan as you fell asleep that night. A sleep that was a long time coming because every idea you had resulted in your [[own head being pushed underwater]].\n\n

“But, I was doing so well.” You say. \n\n“No, honey, you weren’t.” He softly admits to you. “You were a good student and able to learn what you were taught. But you never showed the mean-streak you needed to do this sort of job. Look, I am sorry about this. I really am. But you are a sweet girl and I can make a few arrangements for you to be sold to a good family that will need your help raising kids. Yes, you will be a slave, but you will be more of a nanny than anything else. A sweet girl like you should do well at that kind of thing, maybe work in the kitchen and do some cleaning here and there. But your main job will be taking care of the kids.” \n\n“And in order to get this job?” You ask him, realizing that if you turn him down he would simply walk out of the room and turn you over to your [[classmates to use]] for the night.\n\n

One of them actually stopped talking to the man she was drinking with and came across the bar to sit with you at the same booth you had been in earlier. Only this time the conversation wasn’t nearly as “casual and friendly” as the last conversation had tried to be. This conversation was a direct confrontation and she simply told you what was going on in no uncertain terms at all. \n\n“Look, kid.” She says as she looks at you. “I don’t know what sort of scam you are playing here, but you sure as hell don’t work for “The Beast”. So, either you hang around and find out what happens to a girl working on her own, or you get out of here while you still can. I see you here in another five minutes, you are going to wish that you had stayed at Pulse-point and tried to hire yourself off as some commander’s plaything.” \n\n“I’m sorry.” You tell her. “But I’m not uh, working. I’ve only been on Binder for a couple of hours. I still don’t know where to even find a hotel to stay in.” \n\n“A hotel?” She asks. “Honey, you could have said that a few minutes ago and I would have bought it. But I saw you talking to Ernie, the little shit. Which means that you are either being used to undercut “The Beast” or you are just a stupid cunt that has been set up to get killed. It’s not skin off my nose, but I’m not going to let you dip into my pockets by flashing those pretty teeth while you are sitting here. So, either get off that ass and get out the door, or head back to your old sector and work that ass off to pay off Ernie for what you thought [[you were going to earn]].”

Your landing was pretty smooth considering the fact that the ground itself wasn’t really “ideal” as far as you were concerned. A little too close to the edge of the woods for your liking as the entire right side of your ship thumped and thudded against the tree tops as you landed. You were quick to slap the controls to start the shutdown procedure for the engines before they either started at forest fire that would force you to take off again, or worse sucked in a downed log through the intakes and ripped the engines apart. But that didn’t stop you from shooting Geoff a dirty look as the spot picked was his fault, not your fault. \n\nBut you were down, you were hidden from being seen on the ground, unless directly overhead or by some random unlucky hiker going deep into the wooded area, and you were all safe and sound. By the time that you were able to report that the ship was “off”, or at least it was running on absolute minimum power, with just enough “juice” to do a liftoff on chemical thrusters, you were finally able to leave the bridge, noting that you were the last one to leave because David and Geoff had already headed back to the cargo [[bay to prepare for the]] raid.

“Oh yeah?” You ask her. “How the hell do I pull that one off? I’m a little too busy trying to survive just long enough to get home.”\n\n<<pink>>“It’s simple.”<</pink>> She says as she chuckles. <<pink>>“All you need to do is get a DNA sample of your clone.”<</pink>>\n\n“Yeah, and let them grow the clone to maturity and get my brainwaves moved over to it.” You tell her. “I know that part. That’s how I get out of this body. But the process will kill you.”\n\n<<pink>>“God, I swear, you men are such morons.”<</pink>> Eve admonishes you.<<pink>> “What would happen if this body had a baby with your DNA in it?”<</pink>>\n\n“Well, from what I understand, the DNA pattern would leave the baby pre-conditioned to a specific type of brainwave pattern.” You tell her. “Sort of like formatting a computer in a way. I’m not saying that it would be completely like me, but would be pretty close.”\n\n<<pink>>“Close enough for you to guide it and shape it?”<</pink>> She asks. \n\n“Yeah, I guess so.” You say. “I mean, it might not be exactly perfect. It would have to be a male, that much is sure. Otherwise [[the latent genes would be different]], and that would throw everything off.”

“Uh, what about the wounded and the one we caught as a prisoner?” Becky asks. \n\n“Space all of them.” Ryan answers back. “They would have done the same to us, and I’m not going to waste medical supplies or compassion for anyone that tried to board my ship and kill my crew. And that’s a direct order.” \n\n“But…” Becky starts, only to be cut off. \n\n“Don’t worry about it, captain.” Larry cuts in before Becky could protest. “I’ll take care of it.” \n\n“Okay, you have your orders.” The captain says. “So, snap to it. The sooner we get [[back into folded space the better]].” \n\n

Your first thought at getting this cloth was that you were going to be able to dry off with it instead of using the dryer. But you noticed that an older lady in front of you was using it to wrap her hair, and you followed suit without saying anything. You knew that she must be an experienced passenger to not ask questions and you used her as an example of what you should do. But you were stunned when everyone took everything off, including bras and panties.\n[img[z/b.JPG]]\nJust a few short weeks ago you would have enjoyed being locked into a small room with a number of young ladies completely nude in front of you. But for some reason you were completely embarrassed to take off your clothes. Your hesitation was noticed by the lady who was wearing a thin decon outfit as she snapped at you to hurry up. You felt ashamed of you new body and tried to hide it with your arms as you were almost shoved into the shower. And when the chemically laced water hit your skin you couldn’t help but let out a short scream at the [[cold water]] hitting your skin. \n\n

Again and again, you peaked around the corner and fired off another burst. You heard two more people screaming in pain, and on your third burst you know that you caught one man square in the chest, riddling him in holes as the plasma bolts burned right through him. His body was still on the floor when you fired off the fourth and fifth burst. Nobody was able to get to him to pull him to safety, if he was still alive. \n\nRick finally appeared in his spacesuit and took the weapon from you as you scrambled to get into your own suit. Unlike you, Rick took a completely different approach to using the weapon. He simply held the trigger and fired blindly down the hallway in one steady stream of shots that quickly heated the barrel to the point of being dangerous to use. Yet, he paused just long enough to prevent the barrel from warping and then went back to short bursts every now and then. But it was effective as you got your suit on and sealed your helmet into place.\n\n“Let’s go.” You tell him over the intercom in your helmet.\n\n“Go ahead and open the inner door.” He tells you. “Call me when you were ready to cycle the outer door.” \n\nYou quickly open the inner door and stand next to the outer door, your finger right over the button to open it up. You remember what had happened last time the air lock had opened and quickly latch yourself into place to avoid being [[sucked out into space right]] away.

Yet Rick suddenly shifted positions and you felt his hand pulling your panties aside. That thin piece of cloth was no longer there and without the slightest hesitation, Rick’s hard cock pushed inside of you with amazing pain. Yet, he didn’t actually fuck you so much as simply penetrate you and hold you in his arms as he constantly kissed you.\n[img[z/zn.JPG]]\n It was strange to think that the man would do such a thing and yet, either the adrenalin of the moment or the relief of the firefight being over swept over you and you started to return the kiss. The pain in your crotch was noticeable, but it wasn’t bad enough to actually think about that much. [[As long as Rick]] didn’t move, you could tolerate it. \n\n

------\n<<pink>>“Does it really matter?”<</pink>> Eve asks. \n<<set $fuk += 1>> <<set $cpie += 1>><<set $orgy += 1>>\n“Well, no, I guess not.” You admit. “But, I was snipped as a young boy, and I always found foreskins on a man to be unattractive.” \n\n<<pink>>“Why, James?”<</pink>> Eve says as she starts to laugh. <<pink>>“You naughty boy. Looking at other men’s dicks all along.”<</pink>> \n\n“That isn’t what I meant.” You tell her. “I meant like in porn-vids and such.” \n\n<<pink>>“Uh, huh.”<</pink>> Eve says as she laughs even harder. <<pink>>“Sure, James, whatever you say.” <</pink>>\n\n“Okay, smartass.” You reply. “Which one do you like? Cut or uncut?” \n\n<<pink>>“Uh, well, cut, I guess.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“But there isn’t really a [[difference once his dick is inside of us]].”<</pink>> \n--------------\n\n

You watched the gauges on both the hydraulics that operated the upper panel as well as the temperature gauge on the bad reactor. Just as you thought, the readings went from in the red to yellow to green in just a few seconds. Now that there was no longer a risk of an out of control reaction, you could begin the process of shutting down the reactor and seeing what was wrong with the system. \n\nYet, while you had been quick to think and react to the situation, you had done so without the approval of the engineer or the captain. It was something that was going to cause some serious issues with one of them, if not both. The captain was going to be pissed no matter what you did because you just effectively cut half of his power off without at least mentioning it to him. The engineer on the other hand was going to be pissed off because you just went through an emergency action without approval or supervision. As far as he could tell, you could have simply done what you did for a laugh. \n\nBut when the engineer came stumbling out of his room, you were a bit shocked to see him completely nude and rubbing his eyes. Clearly the emergency system was tied into his hiber-bed and had woken him up when you opened the panel. Being aware of why the emergency wake-up procedure had started, he didn’t bother with getting dressed figuring that any wasted second could be his last. He simply got out of the bed and came into the engine room to [[figure out what was]] going on.

---------\n<<pink>>“What the hell, James?”<</pink>> Eve asks. <<pink>>“Are you trying to hook up with her?”<</pink>>\n\n“Well, I hadn’t planned on it.” You admit. “But, well, I don’t see why not. She’s a good looking woman, and she clearly was the one that got things started, not me.” \n\n<<pink>>“Well, I don’t swing that way.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“I mean, not normally. Maybe if you talked to me about it first I might be okay with a little playing around. But I was kind of hoping for something, well, a bit [[more packing in the pants]].”<</pink>>\n------------------------\n\n

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Yet, there was no way that you could ignore the fact that the man that had “purchased” you had been recording the whole thing. He focused the vid-pickup at your crotch and it was clearly obvious by the huge display on the ceiling that you could see that your vagina was being stretched by the cocks more and more as they continued to fuck you. It was only the amount of semen in your vagina at the moment that gave you even the slightest bit of lubrication, but your vagina had each cock in a tight grip as it moved in and out of you. \n\nFinally the “fuck-fest” was over and you had just a quick moment of relief from not being used anymore. Only that relief was quickly replaced by sheer unimaginable pain as your vagina was burnt by the hot branding iron that was placed on it. You were still squirming and screaming in pain when the hot branding iron was pushed inside of your vagina, and you could actually hear it sizzle inside of you due to your own juices and the amount of semen inside of you. Yet despite the sheer and unimaginable pain you were still alive when the branding iron was pulled out of you. \n\nHow do you explain what it was like to have third degree burns inside of your body? There was nothing to compare it with, and despite your desperate pleas for help and mercy, you got none at all. Another branding iron was placed and left on your right breast, burning in indescribable pain as another one was placed on your left breasts. You had no idea at all that it was possible to actually “burn off” someone’s breasts before, but when the branding irons were finally removed, you could have sworn that your once large DD breasts were much smaller than they had been. \n\nYou can’t even begin to describe the pain you felt when the bastard who had purchased you for his sick enjoyment used the rivet gun on your burnt nipples. But you were thankful that you were either passed out or dead when he used the next implement to torture you to death.\n\nLook at your [[final stats]].

“And how do we do that?” You ask her. “I can’t just pass the body over to you no matter how much we try. Every time that we’ve tried that, it is the same thing. Nothing at all.” \n\n<<pink>>“I know.”<</pink>> Eve replies, and you can hear the frustration in her voice for a change. <<pink>>“Look, I don’t want to sound like some kind of freak or anything. But, well, I kind of enjoy giving a guy a blowjob. It’s quick, easy to do, doesn’t require a whole lot of work, and I kind of like the sense of power I get knowing that he is completely at my mercy. I just wish that you could enjoy it too. That way, when we have sex with someone I can feel the joy of having sex. I know that you can tell when I am having fun.”<</pink>>\n\n“Well, at times.” You admit. “But not all the time. I mean, I know that you do like it a lot more than I do, but only like a shadow or an echo. Not enough to really make me feel the same way.” \n\n<<pink>>“I see. Well, maybe you should feel the same way. <</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“Have you ever thought about actually trying to focus more on me than on him? I mean, if it is like a shadow or an echo, maybe if you did pay more attention to me you could get a better sense of how I feel. Who knows, maybe with [[luck you could feel the]] same way I do?”<</pink>>\n----------------------------------

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From the waist down you didn’t have a body at all. Not just a single missing leg, but no legs at all, no hips, no waist. You barely had time to turn your head over your shoulder and look behind you to see several feet of what appeared to be intestines trailing behind you in the blood smeared road. There was nothing anyone could do for you, as the second shot and exploding vehicle had virtually cut you in half. \n[img[z/52.JPG]]\nLook at your [[final stats]].

But you had moved up on the ship. You now ran the engine room. Or at least you ran it for now. If things worked out, the captain might keep you in the engine room. If that didn’t work out? Well, he would find a new engineer to take over for Dave and either switch you to a different section of the ship or simply demote you back down again. It was all up to you. Either you do the job that was in front of you, or you fucked it all up and had to start over again. \n<<set $impress = "dangerous">> <<set $trust = "really">>\nIt wasn’t a good time on the ship as the mood was sad and heavy. Most of the crew simply went about their business and then spent their free time in their cabins or hiber-beds. Being the one that was expected to keep the engines going and to make repairs, you weren’t able to use the hiber-bed as much as you used to, but you would still take a full day’s worth of sleep [[over just a couple of hours]]. \n\n

And while you were still fortune enough not to be required to actually put one in yourself, there was something that struck you as “wrong” about being ordered to insert a butt-plug into someone every single morning. But since you and Tracy were considered “new”, your master Brad didn’t want either one of you getting used to having something inside of your asshole just yet. At least not until you got used to having his dick inside your asshole, at least that was what Hilda kept telling you as you slowly pushed her butt-plug into place every morning. \n[img[z/10.JPG][suck train]]

You made your way onto the ship, waited for Hank to join you, then slipped through the bridge door and headed towards the rally point, which was the cargo bay. You had the furthest to go, and you were already behind schedule to when you were supposed to be there. Almost immediately after closing the bridge door and getting out of your spacesuit, you heard the captain asking where the hell you and Hank were. \n\nYou quickly make your way to the closest sounds of gunfire and find yourself in the perfect position to attack the defenders from the rear. You heard Hank’s soft chuckle against your earlobe as he told you to hit the ones on the left as he hit the ones on the right. With only a few short bursts of your weapon, you had accounted for at least six kills, three of which never even knew what killed them, while the other three were able to turn but not fire a shot. \n\nThe second line of defense was actually easier than the first because they were clustered in a group. Hank didn’t even have to bother telling you what to do. As soon as you popped your head around the corner and saw the seven men in a cluster, you brought your weapon around and fired off a single extended burst until you were sure that any movement was due to your blasts hitting the small barricade and not any bodies moving. Hank gave your ass a soft pat as he moved by you, [[more of the old sign of]] “good game” more than anything else. \n\n

“Now look here.” You slightly stagger as you get on your feet. “Nobody talks about my navigator like that. So, take your drinks and leave.” \n\n“Oh, fuck you, cunt.” The drunken stranger replies. “Nobody is talking to you.” \n\n“Hey, hey, hey.” Geoff says as he stands up as well. “Now look here. I don’t give a shit about you talking like a stupid asshole. But don’t you ever talk about my pilot like that. You hear me? You can say what you want about me, but you better keep a civil tongue in your mouth when you talk about my pilot.” \n\n“Oh yeah?” The drunk starts to laugh. “What’s she like with the cockpit? Does she know how to take a smooth landing or does she enjoy it rough?” \n\nIt was probably the dumbest thing to say, mostly because it didn’t make any sense. But like most drunks, he thought his insult was going to really hurt your feelings. Only it wasn’t your feelings that got hurt but his. Or rather not his feelings, but his face as Geoff cold-cocked him with an upper hook that nobody saw coming. The resulting fight was quick but brutal as your crew easily wiped the floor with the other crew. Something that made all of you laugh as you took [[off before the police could]] show up.

It didn’t take long at all for Joe to start to get ‘grabby’ when you got to the hotel room. A few seconds to ‘admire the view’ from the window as all that he gave you. As you stood by the window looking out across the ocean, he walks up behind you and quickly wraps one arm around your waist and another just under your arm, allowing his hand to cup your right breast as he kisses the crook of our neck and shoulder. Now that he was ‘in private’ and away from the wife, he didn’t feel any need to hide his intentions from you any more. \n\nBut you had one last trick up your sleeve that you were willing to use. It was a long shot at best. After all, given the way that his wife had acted on the beach you had no real expectations of it working. Only you could never really tell with a guy. Sometimes telling him flat out what was going to happen was enough to shock him out of his casual acceptance of things. \n\n“You know that Larry is going to fuck your wife without a condom.” You say as casually as possible, ignoring his hand on your breast as much as you could. “And he’s not going to pull out of her either. How do you feel knowing that your own wife is off sleeping with another man? Probably out in public, now that I think about it. She’s probably [[under the table right]] now sucking him off in the café.” \n\n

That doesn’t mean that you were able to get away without having sex with the engineer in general. He enjoyed being able to have sex with you. He tells you more than once when he was inside of you that he had been jealous of the captain fucking your ass for the first time ever in your life. You didn’t want to mention that you had not been involved in vaginal sex with him, simply because if he knew that he took your virginity he would never let you leave his cabin. But you had to be honest and admit that after the fourth time, the pain wasn’t quite as bad and you could understand why some females enjoyed being fucked from behind so much. \n[img[z/v.gif]]\nAnd yet, the day before the ship landed in port you made the formal announcement that you were not going to stay on the ship any longer. It was a long standing tradition that you informed the captain before landing that you were done. It was too late for him to deny you payment for your time on the ship, and yet enough time to get him prepared to search the port for a replacement. Not to mention the fact that it also allowed him time to be ready for you to ask for a reference before he was able to leave port himself. It wasn’t as effective as giving a boss a two weeks notice like you would with other jobs, but it did the requirements of letting him know that you weren’t [[going to stay around]].

When Hank was finally done climaxing, he smiled at you and offered the tip of his cock for you to clean up after he came. Your first instinct was to pull back from him, but instead of pulling back you found yourself opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. The salty taste of his semen filled your mouth even though there wasn’t enough to really have to swallow or feel on your tongue.\n\nEven as you licked his shaft clean and flicked your tongue along the small slit on the top of the head of cock, there really wasn’t enough semen to feel. But you could taste it and despite your urge to spit the taste out of your mouth, you only smiled as he helped you back to your feet and headed into the next [[room to look for valuables]]. \n\n

And it wasn’t just makeup that made you think that Eve might have a point about some kind of ‘genetic memory’. You had no idea why you had been avoiding some dishes at the table until you forced yourself to eat them, only to find out that you were allergic to mushroom, a rather unpleasant and disturbing night in the bathroom as Eve pestered you about not eating them in the future. And when you would be out in public, it sort of felt like Eve was sometimes there looking over your shoulder to tell you which drinks to avoid or which meals to skip because it would cause her to ‘gain weight’. \n\nThe thing is, Eve really never appeared to ‘tell you’ these things, and it was just a strong feeling that the body had that made you avoid them. Or in a few cases, handle them without thinking about it at all. Was it possible that she was right all along and that her presence was due to the genetic memory of the body? Well, maybe she was right, in a way. But that still didn’t explain how she was able to communicate with you at all. Nor the fact that when she did communicate with you, she could have a completely different opinion than the one you had, or the fact that when she could take over she never was able to firmly establish herself as the ‘dominate’ personality even though the body should have been ‘genetically’ inclined to allow her to be the one in charge. \n\nAnd so you sat there, trying to figure out things that you simply couldn’t figure out. Making an attempt to find a way to understand something that simply couldn’t be understood. Trying your best to deny the fact that you and Eve, as a pair, appeared to be something completely new in the galaxy. No matter how you looked at it, you were by far the most unique individual in the known galaxy and something that was both worth saving. Which truly horrified you, because in order to save yourself, you would have to kill Eve when you mind grafted yourself back into your own clone. A concept that you started to think about less and less, even though you knew that you would one day have to report back to your government representatives, and they would [[order you to undergo the]] procedure.

Or if you were being honest? Well, how could you complain at all when you were fully aware when you were looking down your own body at his unprotected cock going into you? You knew that he wasn’t wearing protection and you had placed his cock inside of your own vagina without saying a word or the slightest protest. Now that he was cumming inside of you, you wanted to say something about it? It was a little too late to suddenly start to be offended, wasn’t it? \n\nYou simply tried your best to ignore the whole mess being unleashed inside of your vagina and simply thought that as soon as he was done he would start to go limp and be unable to stay inside of you. That was all that really mattered wasn’t it? His cock out of your vagina would at least give you a chance to stop feeling pain in your crotch. \n\n“Yes!” The [[man behind you cried out]]. \n\n

“What does that mean?” Brad asks. \n\n“I’ve heard some of the things mom said about her.” Jordan says as he smiles at Tracy. “How she’s in need of being watched over all the time. That she’s a trouble maker that flaunts the rules and will sneak behind your back to fuck the pool boy if you don’t put your foot down.” \n\nFour things happened in that one statement. The first was the fact that you realized that these men were the sons of your mistress and had just divided up the assets of the estate in some manner. It wasn’t exactly your idea of a “fair deal” to make when you had involved people, but according to their laws and customs it had been formally arranged and taken care of. \n\nThe second thing was the fact that Jordan was obviously closer to your former mistress in some regard. He at least had been in touch with her over the last few weeks and informed her of everything that was going on. You got the feeling that he had been trying to convince his brother to accept the two slaves instead of some piece of land. And it bothered you to think that he believed that a cabin was more valuable than you and Tracy combined. \n\nYet, the third fact that he was trying to plant the seed of doubt in Brad’s mind about how to deal with Tracy was something that you couldn’t ignore no matter what he thought of your value as property. By mentioning that Tracy was a “problem slave” was almost the same thing as telling Brad to constantly whip her and to make sure that he didn’t give her the slightest bit of slack in anything. That Tracy was going to be a slave that needed to be constantly reminded of just who the master was and to rule over her with a heartless iron-hand [[while he reminded her]].

---------------\n<<pink>>“You traitor!” The voice in your dreams screamed at you. <</pink>> <<pink>>“How dare you? The Archer is the newest flagship of the navy and you want to destroy it? I should turn you in. I swear, if I hear anything [[more with you]] talking like that, I’m going to turn you in.”<</pink>>\n---------------

“Well, I just got word.” Penny says as she smirks. “Your training program has been officially approved. Starting today, you will be trained to be the girl the master wants. So, snap to it. You have a very big day in front of you.” \n\nYou then watched as she left the side of your bed and went into Tracy’s room. You couldn’t hear the conversation that they had, but you could instantly tell from the look on Tracy’s face when she opened her door that Penny had informed her of the same thing she had informed you. That your ‘training’ would begin the first thing [[after your showers were done]]. \n\n\n

Maybe space wouldn’t be so scary if there was a way for sound to travel. The only way that you knew that Hank’s breaching charge on the door to the upper decks went off was a small bright flash of light and a few small chunks of metal floating in space. But that didn’t really matter that much as you watched the small ring growing red-hot, then white-hot then suddenly disappear completely as it finally burned through the hatch. Going through the landing gear wasn’t exactly easy, but it would put you in a position that nobody was prepared to defend. And as an added bonus, it would slow down the other ship from being able to land for days until the repairs could be made as you cut your way through another wall with another small ring. \n\nBut the overall plan had worked. Your charges on the main door would have told the crew inside that you were breaching your way into the ship. It would take several minutes for them to realize that you weren’t coming through the door at all, but already in the ship and moving upward from the landing struts to attack them from the rear. A slight case of “misdirection” but one that could change the tide of a fight before it even began. \n\nThe first man that came running to inspect what was going on with the new alarm never even knew what hit him. You spotted him running down the hallway and pumped four bolts of plasma through his chest in a tight cluster. The next two men died pretty much the same way, one by Hank and the other by you. You were already up two kills to one, and you knew that Hank wasn’t going to be happy about letting [[you score more kills than he was]]. \n\n

“I don’t think that will be a problem. As long as cumslut can land a hand.” Jason says as he gives Brad a wicked smile. \n\n“Oh, sure, no problem.” Brad replies. “Thanks, man. You know how it is with so many slaves; a master is never really free to enjoy his own parties. But, she’s a new girl and hasn’t completed her training yet. You know how it is.” \n\n“Do I.” Jason says. “Anything special?” \n\n“Nah, just treat her like one of your own. You know the routine.” Brad says and suddenly closes the door behind him. \n\nYou and Hilda exchange a quick look because you both knew who had been drinking too much and gotten ill. The way that Brad explained it, and the fact that it was the first time that you had been exposed to more than a single glass of wine for a single meal? Well, who else could it have been but Tracy? And you simply could not imagine the frustration and anger that Vicky must have felt at the moment having her own ‘requirements’ interrupted by Tracy getting drunk. Nor could you imagine how many times Vicky had tried to warn her to stop, only to be ignored as Tracy got carried away with the drinking. Or had been ordered to drink again and again. You really didn’t know the full story, but you could easily imagine one of the guests having fun watching [[Tracy getting drunk for the first]] time in her life. \n\n

And yet, it wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought it would have been. Oh sure, it was a strong taste and somewhat salty, but also kind of sweet in a strange way too. You couldn’t really describe the taste because you had never tasted anything like it before. But you must have because there was a slightly familiar taste to it and it dawns on you why the taste was kind of familiar in a strange way. You’ve kissed girls after swallowing your load before and had gotten a faint ‘hint’ of the way you tasted. But having a more direct source of semen was much stronger and harder to ignore. \n<<set $swal += 1>>\nYou were still trying to figure out just how you felt about the fact that you had gotten an accidental amount of cum in your mouth and why you were trying to figure out what the taste was like. All you wanted to do at the moment was step into the refresher and have your entire mouth scraped out and then replaced. Sitting on your knees in front of your captain analyzing the flavor of his cum on your tongue was not what you wanted to do. \n\nYet even as you finally did make your way to the refresher to get cleaned up you couldn’t stop yourself from looking into the mirror and telling the girl reflected back at you that you would have to do it again before long and that you would have to simply “work on being better next time”. Why you felt like admonishing the girl in the mirror for not being a “skilled cocksucker” you don’t know, as the girl in the mirror was really yourself. But whenever you saw your reflection you still thought of the girl looking back as what you wanted her to be, [[not what you really were]]. \n\n

Because of this, it was somewhat regularly that a father would give his daughter at least one lesson to get her used to the weapon before going into the military. It meant that while you were out in public being taught how to use the gun, take it apart and put it back together again, and how to keep the charge from draining when not being used, nobody bothered you, paid attention to you, or even cared that you were doing it. You even looked around the firing range and inside the shop and didn’t see a single camera anywhere in sight. And since you weren’t “purchasing” a burner at the moment, all the store owner cared about was simply being sure to be paid for using the firing range. \n\nBut the burner itself wasn’t what you would call a powerful weapon in general. It was built for short-range, only around 25 meters at most, and while it was deadly within that range the “whine” of the coils that produced the laser pulse was a bit louder than you expected. The “military version” had faster charging coils and they were silenced through capacitors instead of coils. But the military version was also used for target practice until you were allowed to use the more dangerous plasma weapons. A plasma pistol would be able to kill at around 200 meters; a plasma rifle would be able to kill up to about 2 miles with a clear line of sight. \n\nYet, after your lesson in how to use and care for the burner, you fired off a few shots. It was clear that Chuck was just as good an instructor as you would find in any military base. He kept his cool, offered a few helpful tips and before you were done for the day you could hit your target at 20 meters as long as you took your time to aim properly. You were not satisfied that you could protect yourself with the weapon, and neither was he. But it was mostly a ‘prop’ for you at the moment as you went back to the shop and got your paperwork and paid the rest of the money that [[you owed for your papers]].

You had assumed you would be seeing the customer in the Red Rabbit, something that you knew a few of the girls did from time to time. You also assumed that the “special customer” was someone who was going to be rough with you and probably use whips and ropes to get his dick hard. But you were not really in the position to offer much in the way of refusing a payment of three months of rent for one night. \n\nOkay, sure, you were sure that it was going to hurt and that you might need a few days in the hospital to be treated for any injuries that you might get out of it. But you also knew full well that Amanda kept a strict eye on the girls when they were involved in that sort of thing, and her one standing rule no matter how much the guy was willing to pay was that there was no broken bones or burning. You might have a few scrapes and bruises, but the doctors would be able to regenerate your skin so quick that you would never be able to see them after a week. \n\nBut when Amanda said that you would not be in the Red Rabbit, you got nervous about accepting the deal. You were shocked to learn of a private vehicle that was waiting on you, one which you were reluctant to get into until Amanda stepped out of the Red Rabbit for the first time since you walked into it. She quickly climbed into the waiting vehicle without saying a word and you knew that as long as she was going with you that you didn’t have anything to worry about. You tried to ask a few questions about where you were going, but both Amanda and the driver ignored you, making [[the trip seem longer than]] it really was.

<<pink>> Hold on, slut. You are going to cum now. <</pink>>\n<<set $trust = "are sure they can">>\nSure enough, you felt the climax ripping through you as you screamed out in satisfaction. You felt your entire body starting to shudder against Hank’s body. Your hips tried desperately to ram your vagina against his cock to drive it further inside of you, and yet at the same time your thighs, back and stomach muscles were all twitching and trying desperately to move away from him so that you could recover. \n<<set $expect = "aroused by killing people">>\nThe sensation didn’t just stop at your crotch either. You felt jolts with each thrust of his cock into you going from your crotch to your nipples. You felt your neck rolling forward, making you slightly roll your head on your forehead as you felt your body being rocked with each thrust inside of you. You could even feel your ass slapping against Hank’s pelvis as he [[continued to keep moving his]] hips. \n\n

And it finally happened. The entire staff, or rather all the slaves, was summoned to stand in the backyard as you watched one of your fellow slaves drowned in the pool. The crime? A simple mistake of trimming the wrong bushes at the wrong time. Your mistress stood with one foot on the poor teenager’s body and the other on his head, keeping it underwater as she tried to “explain” to the rest of the slaves the importance of doing as you were told. \n\nYou tried to turn your head to avoid watching the young man die such a senseless and pointless death. But more than one slave was ordered to force those of you who turned away to watch him struggle. Because you were one of the ones who had tried to turn away, you were ordered to help with “removal” of the body. You stood there with another girl as you helped lift the dead boy into the opening of the house’s recycler. Within seconds his body was broken down into atoms and helping to power and heat the house. \n\nThe small girl who had been with you while you removed the body couldn’t stop crying and it wasn’t until later that night as you sat in your assigned bed that you found out why. The poor girl had been having an affair with the young man, and had foolishly fallen in love with him. You knew that if there was anyone in the house that you could count on it was her. If for no other reason other than the fact that she and you were the only two who had avoided [[watching the man being drowned]]. \n\n

Universal Spy

Spies are seen as terrorists, trouble-makers, rebels, or a public health issue in the media. The names they call spies may change, but the general description is always the same. A spy was the enemy of the state as well as the enemy of the family. Most people would rather sell their sons and daughters into slavery than allow them to become a spy. Because of such public hatred and threat of death for every spy in the universe, being an orphan was almost a death sentence because the different factions only used orphans to be their spies. As such, the factions would normally reward ‘larger families’ while imposing fines on smaller ones. The one-child per family rule that existed on Earth at one point was completely unheard of in the galaxy. Most families had three or four children as the norm, sometimes as many as eight or nine. \n\nBut the pay to be a spy was extremely high. A ‘successful’ spy who lasted ten years could retire and have a nice lifestyle for the rest of his life. Provided of course that he was able to survive and avoid detection. But it has been known to happen, normally with spies who would spend decades working on one mission before reporting in and retiring. Retired spies were often hired to work as ‘counter-intelligence’ experts, pitting highly trained spies against highly trained spies in a deadly galactic game of ‘cat-and-mouse’. \n\nAnd you were one of those spies, trying to return home from the Orion Confederacy with news of a possible invasion within the next 25 years. You didn’t have the exact date as that was still being finalized on the military side, but the political figures have finally gotten their way and the “Feds” were gearing up for war. Their entire population was working for the war effort in one way or the other. Either producing weapons, ships, supplies or simply soldiers to be trained. The birth rate had tripled, food production had doubled, and arms and ships production had tripled as well. If something wasn't done soon to prevent the “Feds” from launching their fleet, it would be [[too late to stop them]].

Thankfully, he insisted on cumming on your face, which you were relieved to do. But had you known just how big his climax was you would have tried to grab a towel or blanket first. The huge mass of cum coated your face, leaving you completely coated as you felt several streaks of cum sliding down your face and along your body. It was probably an impressive sight to see, as a male. But as a female it was kind of intimidating and made you a bit cautious with the next guy who simply wanted to jerk off as he watched you finger yourself. \n[img[z/z.gif]]\nYet, you got through with it. And while you had been busy, you weren’t the only one. It was strange that the crew kept their distance from you and Kelly for the remainder of the trip, even Larry stayed away from the two of you, even though you would have been okay with seeing him. Kelly told you that the crew was always like this for about a week or so after being put to work like the two of you were. It wasn’t personal so much as having too much respect for you to see you at a time when you were feeling pretty bad about [[yourself and what you]] had to do. \n\n

You felt your throat getting sore and raw from swallowing so much. You tried to take a break, but the sensation of the hard cock in your mouth kept pumping loads after loads down your throat. Your stomach felt full, your mouth felt full, even your throat felt full, and yet Eve continued to shoot more semen into your mouth. She finally let go of your head, and instead of moving away from her you started to hold onto her even more. It was as if you had started to live off of the hot semen in your throat and you needed it. \n[img[z/zc.gif]]\n<<pink>>“Good girl.”<</pink>> Eve says as she strokes your cheek. <<pink>>“You like swallowing don’t you, you fucking slut. You are [[nothing but a cum dumpster]], aren’t you?” <</pink>>\n\n

Waiting for the little jack to pry open the inner door took longer than the outdoor. Not because it was heavier, but because of the difference in air pressure that helped to keep the door in place. But it was a powerful jack and it eventually started to slowly lift the door. Once it formed a crack in the doorway, it was easier for the jack to work and the door started off slowly opening to suddenly moving a good foot or so in just a few seconds. \n\nThe amount of air rushing out of the cargo bay was larger than the airlock, but you had finally made your way into the ship. Your timing was way off due to the problem with the door and you were sure that your pirate crew was caught in several firefights with the ship’s crew while you and Rick were waiting outside of the ship to get in. But now that you were inside of the ship you [[could finally get into the action]]. \n\n

------\n<<pink>>“Good girl.” <</pink>> The voice in your head praises you. <<pink>>“Momma always said that you should be the best at what you do. Well, you made me a whore, but you listen to me and you’ll be the best whore there ever was.” <</pink>> \n\n“Momma? Eve, is that you?” You ask the voice. \n\n<<pink>>“Yes, dear. It’s me.”<</pink>> She says. <<pink>>“I was so mad at you at first. But now? Well, I guess since I don’t have much choice in the matter that I might as well enjoy it. And I do, even though you constantly fuck it up for me. You know how many times I had an orgasm ruined because of your [[crying and moaning about having]] sex?”<</pink>> \n-------------\n\n

Only the lubrication still needed to be “worked in” properly, and feeling the tip of his finger as he smeared the liquid all over your little asshole did not make things easier for you. At least not mentally. Physically it made things a little too easy as his fingertip slipped inside of you ass with no problems at all. You felt the finger being pushed into your asshole up to the first knuckle. Then, in a very difficult feeling to really describe, you felt his finger slightly curl as he rotated his finger to coat your asshole with lubricant. \n\nIt wasn’t long before it wasn’t just the first knuckle of his finger that was in your ass. You could feel his whole finger shoved into your ass, slowly rotating as it was moved back and forth. You could feel the palm of his hand against the curve of your ass as he made sure to cover as much area as possible. And just as you were starting to at least be able to tolerate one finger, he started to use two fingers to slide back and forth. \n\nAnd that was when you felt the first hint of any kind of pain at all. You let out a soft whimper at the feeling. Feeling the tightness of your own asshole being forced open a bit wider was simply impossible to ignore. No wonder the other concubines had been required to use a butt plug for at least three hours a day. It was the only way to make your asshole accustomed to having something pushed inside of it. \n\nBrad was able to both easily and expertly gets you into position on the bed. You felt ashamed of yourself for sticking your ass so far upward, and having your upper body down on the mattress didn’t really help. You felt the bed slightly shift as he started to move behind you and for a few more seconds he teased your asshole a little more, [[only this time with his thumb]].

It only took him a few seconds to get you onto the bed. Not because you wanted to go with him to the bed, but because you were still trying to simply get some air into your lungs again. Not to mention that while you wanted to avoid his bed completely, you also needed to get off of the floor because your knees were killing you. Only as soon as you did feel the bed under your back, you were grabbed by the ankles and spun around until your head was hanging off the side of the bed. \n\n“Now, it’s time for daddy to fuck your cunt-mouth.” He says. \n\nJust like the first time, his cock was driven into your mouth and the rounded tip of his cock drove inside of your throat. Only now that your head was hanging upside down off the side of the bed, you had no way at all to offer any sort of resistance at all. In fact, tilting your head back and exposing our throat even more to his hard dick was the only way to find even the slightest [[bit of relief from the]] onslaught. \n\n

“You good?” Irene asks. \n\n“Uh, yeah. I’m fine.” You tell her. \n\n“Good, I’m going to hop in the shower real fast.” She says. \n\nYou watch as she turns the corner to head to the decontamination chamber instead of her room to get cleaned. Not that you could really blame her, a full hot water shower sounded wonderful, but was somewhat of a luxury aboard the ship. Most of your “showers” were really nothing more than a mist, a bit of powdered soap and another mist to wash it off. It wasn’t really what you called a shower in general, but at least it did get you clean. As long as you set the shower up for a couple of more mists to get [[all the soap off of you]]. \n\n

“It’s the only thing that I can think of.” You tell her. “It’s either that or we just let them do what they want to us. I don’t know about you, but I would rather go out fighting than being a wimp begging for mercy.” \n\n<<pink>>“Okay, all out.” <</pink>>Eve says sounding a little more confident. <<pink>>“I’m not sure just how much it will help, but every little bit counts, right?” <</pink>>\n\n“Right.” You tell her. “And like I said, as long as we both go all out, nobody will expect us to be as strong and fast as we are. So, we’ll have surprise on our hands too. Surprise and determination. Oh, and Eve?”\n\n<<pink>>“Yes?” <</pink>>She asks, again sounding a little more confidant than before. \n\n“When I say go all out, I mean it.” You tell her. “Fight as hard and as dirty as you can. Even if it doesn’t feel like it is helping you, trust me, it is helping me. And when we work together, there is nothing we can’t do. Just remember that. You aren’t alone in this. I need you more than ever. Okay?” \n\n<<pink>>“Okay, Jimmy-boy.” <</pink>>Eve says, actually sounding more like she was looking forward to the fight than afraid of it. <<pink>>“You just keep up, old man.” <</pink>>\n\n“That’s my girl.” You say as you chuckle. “I always knew you were a [[hellcat when you got worked]] up.” \n---------------------

You slowly turn to look at the man having made up your mind. You knew that there was not going to be a second chance, and that no matter what happened in the next few minutes your life was going to be changed forever. There was no coming back from this next step and no matter how much you wished to change the outcome, the universe had taken everything out of your hands except this one simple choice. \n\n“Well, when it comes to solving problems.” You softly say. “It is just a matter of: \n\n[[solving them on your own]]." \n[[fixing the biggest problem first]]."

There was no real need to be nervous about approaching the captain. He had stated time and again that if anyone on the crew had a problem that he had an ‘open door’ policy for everyone. A policy that was literal as you approached his cabin for the first time and saw his door was open. You couldn’t help but feel a bit silly as you stood by the door frame and knocked on the metal to ask for permission to see him, but the smile he gave and the friendly wave put your mind at ease right away. \n\n“Hey, Eve.” Ryan says as he offers you his bed to sit on and approaches the chair at his desk. “How was your first trip?” \n\n“Not bad.” You admit. “A little difficult at times because of having to put up with Jake. But not bad.” \n\n“He’s not giving you a hard time, is he?” He asks. “I can have him ease up on you if you want me to.” \n\n“No, sir, that isn’t necessary.” You instantly tell him, trying not to get Jake in trouble. “It’s just a clash of personalities, that’s all. We are working it out on our own. And we both know that with a few more trips under my belt it won’t be a problem. No, he’s not a problem for me. But, well, I do kind of [[have a problem I want to talk]] to you about.” \n\n

This was something that made eating and drinking with a customer somewhat easy to put up with. They were actually enjoying a night out at high expense and enjoying one of the very few “luxuries available” to them on Binder. Weeks on end of hard physical labor and a few hours of a good meal, good drink, good company and sex was not something that they were going to mess up by being drunk, rowdy, or causing problems. The ones that just wanted a cheap drink, cheap fuck and a fight were able to find a lot of places to do that sort of thing. But to be “pampered” in some fashion was something that was a rarity for most of the customers and they were fully aware of what was expected of them. \n[img[z/zp.JPG]]\nAnd the customers weren’t the only ones that helped to keep the riff-raff out. You didn’t know it at the time, but within a four block radius of the Red Rabbit you were in a small six mile square area ruled by one of the most ruthless organized crime families on the planet, if not in Orion space. Even the police and military didn’t bother patrolling the area because of the strict orders by the “bosses” to keep crime down in the sector. If anyone stepped out of line, they were just as likely to end up dead and disposed of in a recycler as they were to be dragged in front of the [[bosses and have to face]] something worse than a “quick death”. \n\n

You looked down at the holes in your spacesuit as the air gushed out and a large mass of frozen blood floated in front of you. You know you had been shot, and yet you didn’t feel any pain at all. You turned to look behind you and saw the crewmember in a spacesuit lowering his weapon. You have no idea what he looked like or what his expression was because his sun-visor was pulled down, but you noticed the large barrel gun. \n[img[z/zm.JPG]]\nThe best part of dying in space was that you never really “fell down”; you simply drifted where you were. \n\nLook at your [[final stats]].

“Oh, that’s it honey.” Joe says. “Just keep sucking the tip like that. Oh, I love how your tongue keeps rolling along my dick. Oh, that feels so damn good. Oh, that’s it, baby. Just like that. Oh yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh fuck, here it comes baby. Don’t stop, baby. Just suck my balls dry.” \n[img[z/36.gif]]\nThe first blast of cum shot out of Joe’s dick so hard and fast that you didn’t even know that it had happened. Or rather, it had bypassed your tongue completely and coated the back of your throat where you couldn’t really ‘taste’ his cum, but could at least feel the thickness and creaminess of his climax. But that was simply the first spurt of cum into your mouth. The rest of his climax easily flooded your mouth, coating not just your throat but your tongue and cheeks as well. Even though you tried your best not to think about it, you couldn’t help but be impressed by the massive wad of cum [[you were swallowing down]]. \n\n

“How do you do it?” You ask the captain as he looks at you. “How do you keep from getting bored?” \n\n“Well, I do have a few more readouts to go through than you do.” He says as he chuckles. “Not to mention the oxygen levels, the CO2 levels, the amount of food and water on board, the readouts from the stasis pods for the crew. I do have my hands full, you know?” \n\n“Yeah, but that doesn’t take all your time.” You say as you smile at him. “Come on, aren’t you bored?” \n\n“Well, maybe.” He says. “But you want to watch a vid, go ahead.” \n\n“Nah, I was thinking of something else entirely.” You tell him. \n\n“Oh?” He asks. “Like what?” \n\n“[[Like sucking your dick]].” You tell him. \n\n

<<pink>>“Well, I didn’t really feel abused that much.”<</pink>> She points out. <<pink>>“Like I said, it takes a little more effort for me to really notice it. But, yeah, I guess I did have a lot more fun than you did. Then again, I only got the ‘better parts’ of it and not the pain. So, if I’m honest about it, I don’t think that I would have enjoyed the pain all that much. Uh, I don’t know if I should thank you for dealing with that part or say that I’m sorry you had to do it.”<</pink>>\n\n“Just say that you are happy it is over with and want to go home.” You tell her. “I think we might want to go see a doctor in the morning.”\n\n<<pink>>“That bad?”<</pink>> Eve asks. <<pink>>“I didn’t notice any blood.”<</pink>>\n\n“Oh, I’m pretty sure there is some major bruising going on.” You tell her. \n\n<<pink>>“Then I guess it is a good thing that we don’t have to worry about rent right now.”<</pink>> She points out. <<pink>>“Because if we are bruised, we are going to be sidelined for the next few days. Unless you just want to go [[on a dick sucking diet]]. Not that I have a problem with that, but I know you do.”<</pink>>\n----------------

“But a clone without a mind, isn’t really alive.” You point out. \n\n<<pink>>“But still responds to stimulation, right?”<</pink>> Eve asks. <<pink>> “Tell me something, Jimmy boy. Who in the known galaxy could fuck my brains out the way that you could? Who could give me the real fucking of my life better than you could? And what sort of man would your clone be when aroused? Why just like you, only without the need to be gentle or sweet about it. The man who could fuck my brains out all night long, just like you know you want to. I can still feel your desires to take me to bed. To put your big, thick dick inside of me. To bend me over and drive your hard dick into me again and again. If we get back home, I can let you do it to me all the time. At least until you get me pregnant. Because with you, I would beg you to stay inside of me [[until you cum again and again]].”<</pink>>\n------------------------------

So you found yourself sitting on the captain’s lap over a meal when he opens his legs and drops you to the floor in front of him. You were pissed and looked up at him as he just smiled and unzipped his pants in front of you. You knew instantly what he wanted and your first instinct was to forget the deal you had made and finally stand up for yourself. But the fear of death was hanging over you and there was no doubt that the captain would have easily overpowered you. But to give him a blowjob at the table, with the entire crew in the room fully aware of what was going on? That was way too much to take. \n\nYet you were kind of trapped at the moment under the table. It was low enough to at least prevent everyone from actually see you do it, but it wasn’t high enough to give you much room to avoid the captain. And with all the other legs under the table at the moment it would have been impossible to move away from the captain without instantly turning into the legs of a crewmember or chair and be cornered under the table. \n\nIt looked like you had no choice in the matter. The captain’s hand was already grabbing your hair pulling your face towards his crotch and he was growing impatient. You looked at his cock and your instinct to run was starting to kick in. But you quickly controlled that reaction and figured that: \n\n[[If you had to do it in order to survive]]. \n[[Not in a million years]].

---------------\n<<pink>>“James? What were you like as a child?”<</pink>> Eve suddenly asks you. \n\n“What? How can you think of something like that at a time like this?” You reply. \n\n<<pink>>“Just answer the question.” <</pink>>She tells you. <<pink>>“[[What were you like as a child]]?” <</pink>>\n\n

“Eve?” The captain’s voice came over your headset. “Did you hear me? Open the cargo bay doors.”\n\n“But…” You start to respond. \n\n“But, what?” You hear him reply. \n\nYou didn’t need to see the man’s face hidden behind the visor of his helmet to know what his expression was. He was testing you. He was seeing the sort of “stuff” you were made of. And the odd change in his voice told you that he wasn’t going to give a damn about any sort of protests that you might have offered. And while you couldn’t see the man’s face directly, you could see the way that he was slightly turned inside of the cargo bay to keep his weapon trained on the other crew to keep them docile, but also positioned that he could [[easily have turned and pointed]] the weapon at you if he had to. \n\n

A “Smuggling Crew” is mostly like any other cargo carrier. They tend to keep their nose clean, do the same thing that the major companies do as far as keeping records and almost always try to make a profit on every trip. The number may vary, depending on the ship, but it always includes at least eight-man crews for defensive purposes. The only real difference between a smuggling crew and a cargo carrier is the hidden compartments and the type of cargo being carried. \n\nThe biggest difference is that a smuggler will be willing to cut corners when it comes to plotting a course, or travel to more lower-populated planets than major cargo carriers. Also, a smuggler crew doesn’t have a set routine as far as routes are concerned. They tend to be individually owned, and will often carry nothing but “legal cargo” without any “illegal cargo” on board at all. The main motivation is really money and where they are going. No smuggling crew ever carries pure “illegal goods” because of the need for “legal goods” to cover the costs. \n\nThe main risks to smugglers are pirates or “effective” patrol vehicles. Unlike slave-traders and pirates, a smuggler crew can actually land in port. Yet, they will often travel outside of “recognized or designated” travel lanes, leaving them vunerable to being attacked by pirates or stopped by authorities. There is nothing illegal about cutting a few corners to shorten a space-trip, but it does cause a few red flags to go up and make you noticed. Because of this tendency to go “outside of the normal lanes”, smuggler ships are armed with weapons to repel boarders (pirates). The use of modified engines, armor or weapon systems would cause the authorities to arrest the crew and impound the ship. \n\nOwner/Captain: [[Ryan Shelton]]\nNavigator: [[Jen Thomas]]\nPilot: [[Lucy Becker]]\nMedical Officer: [[Becky Quail]]\nSupply Officer: [[Larry Garnder]]\nSupply handler: [[Tom Plate]]\nEngineer A: [[Jake Elton]]\nEngineer B: [[Eve C Jones]]\n<<back>>

You quickly turned the corner and took off running. The only thing in your way was a small wooden fence, more of a rail than an actual fence. You quickly and easily vaulted over it and took off into the field by the community. \n[img[z/zb.jpg]]\nYou looked over your shoulder and saw that nobody was after you. You continued to run as far and as fast as you could, only pausing long enough by the side of the road to catch your breath before running again. You don’t know if it was only minutes or hours, but when you finally saw the red and green lights on the patrol craft coming down the street, you finally let out a sigh of relief as you step out into the [[road to flag them down]]. \n\n

You wanted to try to have a conversation with Eve and explain yourself to her. But your mind was quickly drawn to the hand on the back of your head. He wasn’t forcing you to do anything, but he obviously wanted you to move a bit faster than you were. For just a second or two you were scared that going faster would make things worse for you. But when you finally followed his guidance, it wasn’t harder to do but actually easier. Easier than it had been for anyone else you had been with. \n[img[z/zy.JPG]]\nYour lips moved along his shaft faster and faster. You felt the head of his cock against the roof of your mouth before entering that small spot where your mouth and throat met. He wasn’t really going all the way into your throat, but you could feel the head of his cock constantly teasing you like he was about to. If you went this fast and suddenly slammed against the base of his cock, the feeling of his cock in your [[actual throat intensified]].\n\n

“Other than she should be in need of the bathroom before long?” He asks you. “I’m sure that if you were in need to have a private conversation with her that you could hold it in the bathroom without fear of being overheard.” \n\n“Surely a lady of her stature must require assistance to even use the bathroom.” You say, hinting at security. \n\n“Normally, one would agree with you.” He says. “Yet, there are some things that a lady holds private no matter what her stature in society is. I’m sure that using the bathroom is one of those more “private moments” that all ladies wish to keep private.” \n\nHe had a point. Using the bathroom was a private moment that you would want to keep private too. But it was now or never. You actually see the lady making her way rather slowly out of her corner and head to the bathroom. You knew that you were quickly running out of time and without saying anything further you sweep your burner off the table and head to the bathroom as you work up the nerves to enter the door. \n\nThere were two security guards just outside the bathroom door, but they were both males and just as your “companion” had said they were looking over the crowd of people. Sure they saw you coming, and yet when you reached for the door sure that they were going to stop you or search you they simply let you in without as much as a single word. It was possible that they might have been paid off, or they might have simply been lazy. Or maybe they just figured that someone as young as you were wasn’t a threat no matter where you were or how private the [[bathrooms were going to be]].

WARNING! Warning! Warning! Warning!\n\nThis game is a work of fiction that involves the following material: \n\n Graphic depictions of sexual content, including oral, anal, and vaginal sex. \n Public humiliation of a sexual nature. \n Depictions of rape or violence towards female characters. \n Sexual activities with multiple partners by choice.\n Sexual activities with multiple partners by force. \n Sexual reassignment through science fiction. \n Sexual reassignment through mental manipulation.\n Sexual content between male characters.\n Sexual content with transgender characters. \n Sexual content with transvestite characters.\n Prostitution. Bukakke. Cum-play.\n Use of sexual aids such as dildos, strapons and other devices. \n Use of alcohol. Use of drugs. Graphic Violence. \n Use of graphic language. \n \n If any of this material bothers you, or offends you, or if you are underage to view this material, then stop and go to [[Yahoo|http://Yahoo.com]].\n \n If you are fine with this material and want to play the game...[[Click on the link]].

It was a strange transition from your old crew to this one. You were starting to meld into the crew and you were starting to make new friends. But yet, despite all of the advancements you were making towards making an impression on people, there was still something that was hanging over your head that you were firmly aware of. Things wouldn’t be “right” with the other crew members until you either started to see someone on the crew, or you were asked to “entertain” someone from a patrol ship. \n\nUntil that moment of “physically active” happened in one way or the other, you were still somewhat of an “unknown” to the crew. You have yet to really prove yourself to them, and that aspect of your life bothered you while you took the time to [[sleep during your off shift]] hours.\n\n

But it was the actual pilot of the ship that proved to be the most difficult for you. He clearly didn’t have any reason for leaving his post, other than to have his own “post relieved” by a young and untalented girl. He didn’t even bother with asking for Kelly who was clearly more skilled at oral sex than you were. \n<<set $orre = "getting used to facials">>\nAnd when you saw his cock you actually understood what his appeal was to using unskilled females. He was bigger than any of the other men you had been with over the last few hours and it wasn’t a struggle just to suck on his cock, but actually get it into your mouth in the first place. And he wasn’t exactly “gentle” about pushing your head down on his shaft either. Your throat was sore not so much from sucking so much cock in a day, but from simply having his cock stretching [[your throat as you]] tried to suck it. \n\n

Ironically, he gave you a remarkable grade for being able to concentrate on just the ship and nothing else, and it elevated you above some of your other classmates as far as being at the “head of the class” despite having a difficult time in hand-to-hand due to your size and your lack of medical training. But you were doing good enough to actually move beyond just a simulator and actually start practicing on real ships for a change. They barely had enough fuel to break orbit and land, but it was something you were proud of when your instructor smiled the first time that you had to make an “emergency landing” that was actually a real emergency as one of the engines seized upon reentry. \n\nYour use of a knife on your own instructor had given you an instant edge when competing against your “classmates”, but it also meant that you had to be completely aware that everyone was looking forward to knocking you down a peg or two whenever possible. So it wasn’t just in the classroom and simulators that you had to do your best, it was outside of the classes and simulations. This is where you actually shined the most. \n\nOne of the girls in the guild had been giving you a hard time during hand to hand combat training, but you had something in mind to get back at her as well as show just how ruthless and cunning you were. You simply kept an eye on her until she went to the bathroom, at which point you stormed into the bathroom with a vid-pick up and stood there and “talked to her” as nothing was going on and filmed her peeing. The Congo used those silly “floor slits” instead of proper toilets and filming her peeing completely exposed her crotch to the small vid-cam that was camouflaged as a button on your pants. You took that vid and broadcasted it to her screen as she was attempting to land the ship in the simulator. She instantly crashed in the simulator because she was trying to wipe the vid from the computer, which was silly as it was now buried deep in the central core and would display on [[any monitor when she signed in]].

<<pink>>“Oh, yeah, right. I kind of forget about that.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“It does take more for me to feel than it takes for you. Oh, wow, I’m sorry. I had no idea that you had to be in pain the whole time. By the time that the third guy showed up, I was cumming like a fireworks factory. One huge explosion after another. I lost count of how many times I had a climax. How many did you have?”<</pink>>\n\n“None.” You admit to her. “Well, that small one with Shawn. But I wouldn’t really call that anything to write home about. It was more of a surprise climax than an intense one.” \n\n<<pink>>“What? You actually came for that bitch? How could you?”<</pink>> Eve asks in shock. <<pink>>“I thought you hated her?”<</pink>>\n\n“Well, I kind of do.” You tell her. “But, she was pretty damn intense with her tongue. Like I said, it wasn’t really an intense orgasm. Just a small one that took me by surprise. But what surprises me is the way you are acting. If I didn’t know better, I would say you had a [[great time being abused like that]].”\n\n

All of you watched in complete horror and shock as Dave dropped his pants and started to jerk off just mere inches from you. You hadn’t expected him to do it, and with him on one side of you and Penny on the other side, you simply couldn’t pull away from the table without one of them shoving you back into place or pushing you back down into your seat. Even Vicky, the one who gave you the most difficulty sat across from you with a look of sheer shock and panic in her eyes at seeing Dave’s cock for the first time. \n\nAnd it wasn’t really his dick that made everyone in the room silent. As far as thickness and size, he was actually a little on the smaller side. At least his cock was smaller than your cock used to be when you had your male body. No, it was his position as trainer and the fact that he was the one in charge of punishment that kept everyone afraid of him. And to see his dick? Well, there was no doubt that most of his anger and sadistic attitude stemmed from sexual frustration growing up. \n\nThe only thing that gave you the slightest bit of comfort was the fact that he was not allowed to touch you, and you were not allowed to touch him. The master’s orders had been extremely specific that you were not to be touched by any man at all. That also meant that you were not supposed to touch any men either. So, as long as you followed the rules and Dave wasn’t punishing you for being in trouble, he still had to follow orders and keep his hands off of you. But that didn’t mean that he had to keep his hands off of himself. \n\n“Here’s [[your milk]], cumslut.” Dave says.

You moved out of the house and started to head back to your rally point, which was the south side of the small clump of homes, meeting up with the medical officer waiting in the driver seat of the small vehicle that was transporting the crew and any capture slaves back to the ship. You walked up to him and showed him your hand, and instead of showing the least bit of concern or asking what happened, he simply grunted at you and nodded his head to get in the back. \n\nThe thought that he wasn’t going to do anything to help your hand pissed you off. You quickly searched through the emergency kit, ignoring his protests to stop fucking with his stuff, and had to at least try to wrap your hand up as best as possible until he could look at it later. At the moment you simply wanted to stop the bleeding, that is until you found a few of the painkiller patches. You quickly slapped one on your forearm, thankful that everything from your elbow to fingertips went numb a few seconds later. \n\nThe ride back to the ship was horrible. You were the only one that got hurt, as well as the only one that came away with nothing to show for the raid other than needing stitches. Nobody was interested in hearing about how you hurt yourself, and to make matters worse, even the captain seemed to be completely uninterested in you at this point. A very strange attitude from a man who just a few days [[ago was taking your virginity]]. \n\n

If the universe was a person, it would clearly be laughing in your face at the twist of fate that awaited you. How else could you feel after being told what the ‘plot’ of the vid was supposed to be about? You had never once said how you felt about Joe, at least as far as being a gay man was concerned, or your feelings about feeling slightly confused when hanging around him. And yet, despite the fact that you had never given a hint about how you felt, now you were supposed to act like the ‘hurt’ girlfriend who just found out that her boyfriend was gay and actually ‘lose’ the contest between you and Joe as far as who could enjoy anal sex more. \n<<set $man -= 15>><<set $woman += 15>>\nIt wasn’t exactly what you had in mind when you had agreed to take part in the movie to begin with. You had assumed, that by asking Joe to be in the movie that it would be more or less a threesome, maybe a bit of ‘gay sex’ with Joe having to be involved with the other guy in a couple of bi-sexual moments here and there. But you had no idea that the whole concept was supposed to be as a ‘troubled couple’ who were about to have a lot more trouble than they had thought possible. \n<<set $ass += 2>> <<set $asson += 2>> <<set $vid += 1>>\nAnd it didn’t exactly help that you were supposed to lose to Joe in the ‘grand finale’ either. That part really bothered you as you weren’t all that excited about the fact that you would be having anal sex right next to him as he was having anal sex with another man. The whole idea of being sexually active with Joe slightly embarrassed you and bothered you at the same time. But to be fully aware of Joe being fully engaged in pure homosexual sex with you in the same room? Well, there was a limit to what you could deal with and still feel comfortable, [[and that was easily going across]] the line as far as you were concerned.

“Put the weapon down.” Kelly says. “There’s no need to keep fighting. They won. If you put the weapon down, they will put us in an escape pod and let us go.” \n\n“Bullshit.” You say. “They are pirates.” \n\n“It’s true.” Kelly says. “I saw them put Larry in one and launch it. If you don’t do it? Well, they said they will not just kill you, but me as well. Please, Eve. Put the weapon down and nobody will get hurt.” \n\nYou quickly look over your options and you know that you don’t have many to pick from. You can either say the hell with it and start shooting again, knowing that Kelly would be the first one killed no matter what you shot at. Or you could lower your weapon and only hope for the best. Neither was really all that appealing to you. But the look on Kelly’s face as she pleaded with her eyes was hard to ignore. \n\nYou slowly: \n\nPulled the trigger, [[hoping to get at least one pirate]]. \nShow your weapon as [[you slowly put it on the floor]].

“God no.” You say. “You know what it is like in the Federation. Men should be seen as virile, and spry, and a little casual about their conquests. That’s all. It was a social thing and nothing else.”\n\n<<pink>>“I don’t think so.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“After all, I’m from the Federation too, and I know that is only a small part of things as far as fitting into society. And while you might feel that way as a man? Well, for us women it is kind of seen as a stupid thing to begin with. Sleeping around like that. Sure, your bosses might have liked it, but I assure you that the females who slept with you didn’t. Especially after you broke up with them when things were getting serious. Another point I would like to make, now that I think about it. You tried really hard to sleep around to make yourself look like a ‘real man’ and yet at the same time, you couldn’t stand being with a woman for more than a few months at a time.” <</pink>>\n\n“That’s because if they got too close they might have learned the truth.” You point out. \n\n<<pink>>“That you should really step out of the closet and just admit you were gay?”<</pink>> Eve says as she goes for the kill. <<pink>>“You might be able to convince yourself that you aren’t gay all you want, but you can’t fool me. You forget, Jimmy-boy, I’m inside your head. You always get interested in what a guy’s dick is like. If he was bigger than you were, how much longer or thicker he is than you were, how big his balls are compared to the ones you had. For a straight man, you really do tend to be judgmental of a guy’s hard-on. That is not the way that a straight man acts. [[And a few other things too]].”<</pink>>

It also helped that you were part of a “50/50” crew, meaning that the number of males to females was perfectly balanced. It also helped that the other females on the ship were actually friendly and helpful when you asked for assistance. There was no doubt that they were as happy to have another female aboard the ship as you were to know that you weren’t the only female onboard. \n\nBut it really wasn’t the females that caught your eyes so much as the males. You had never really thought of males as being attractive. Or at least when you used to be a male you never thought of another male that way before. But this time? Well, there was no denying the fact that the three younger males were simply amazing to look at. Young, attractive, and well built. There was no denying that they were “impressive looking”, but their real appeal was their personalities. The three of them were just different enough to really stand out from each other, but close enough at times that you got the odd feeling of “brotherhood” among them that would have carried over into any sort of profession. \n\nYet, the one male that you were impressed with the most was the captain himself. Older, more seasoned, really knew his business, and didn’t appear to be the least bit interested in you sexually. Or rather, maybe he was interested in you sexually, but he wasn’t going to let his own personal feelings get in the way of running an effective ship. You knew, from the idle chit-chat, that he was happy to let the crew fool around if they wanted to. And in the vast loneliness of space, wanting to fool around happened more often than people want to admit. But as much fun as you might have with someone, do not do it while on shift and don’t let [[it interfere with ship business]].

Normally you would try to get as close as possible to another ship, almost slamming the side of your ship against their ship. A few odd designs had been implemented to make things harder on pirates, and one of those designs was the addition of “wings” on a space ship. A piece of engineering that was about as useful as putting a pair of real bird wings on a speedboat. Sure it made some ships look “nicer” to the eyes; it was a huge waste of weight and metal. \n[img[z/1.JPG]]\nNot to mention the fact that having such huge wings sticking out of a ship would make things really difficult for a pilot to operate the ship when landing or taking off. Of course, over the years the design had been slightly changed so that the wings became more or less retractable. You would put them out to keep pirate ships from getting too close, but retract them back into their locked [[positions to operate the]] ship while still in atmosphere. \n\n

The hiber-bed woke you up and you found yourself sitting up on the bed actually coughing and clawing at your throat as if someone had been holding your head under water for far too long. It took you several seconds to get oriented and finally admit to yourself that it was all just a dream. One that was extended because of the effects of the hiber-bed and nothing else. \n\nYou barely got your legs over the side of the bed when you heard Eve’s laughter in your ear. \n\n<<pink>>You think that the bed [[had anything to do with]] it? Oh, honey, I’m going to have fun with you. <</pink>>

<<set $age += 11>> \nMissy Trent, <<print $age>> year old female. \n[img[z/Missy.JPG]]\nMissy Trent is possibly the sweetest person in the slave-trading profession. Or maybe it is simply her medical training that has made her softer than everyone else. The truth is it doesn’t really matter. Whenever you think of “mother figure”, Missy comes to mind. She pampers the crew in ways that most medics wouldn’t, even to the point of reminding them to be sure to get “plenty of rest” before a raid. It is strange to think that a woman would have such an attitude towards a slave-ship, but she does. \n\nOn the ship: Missy has the most free time on the ship. Mostly because of the fact that on the way to a planet, she has nothing to do at all. Unless someone gets hurt working out too much, or stubs a toe, Missy is free to do anything she wants. It is not at all uncommon to see her roaming the ship and just engaging in idle chit-chat with someone or even gossiping. To make it even more uncomfortable, she will actually go around the ship and ask everyone what they want for supper before preparing the meal of the day. This is not true on the way back from a raid where she is so busy doing physicals that she might not even have time to eat.\n\nOn a raid: Missy doesn’t really have that much to do. She hands back with the vehicle, waits for the “all clear” signal to be given, then drives to the rally point and picks up the crew and bound targets and then back to the ship. If she really has any “real” job while on a raid, it is to keep an eye out for trouble and an ear on the emergency channel. If anyone is hurt, she will patch them up while the captain drives the vehicle, but that rarely happens. \n\n<<back>>

“The system registered a massive spike.” You tell him. “One of the control panels jammed, and instead of inserting the rods in their designed slot, actually shoved the entire assembly over. Once that happened, it was a matter of time before containment was breached. I had no choice.” \n<<set $vag = "tight">> <<set $vagres = "few days of tenderness">>\n“Oh, I’m not complaining.” He says as he actually pats your shoulder. “I just wanted to know why. Okay, let’s review the vids before we go see the captain.” \n<<set $man -= 10>> <<set $woman += 10>>\nYou both watched as the control rods were being lowered, clearly out of alignment. Once they contacted the containment housing of the core, the whole assembly not only shifted but broke free from the struts holding it up. You watched the small but highly radioactive core of the reactor being dumped onto the floor of the reactor, out of reach of the control rods and clearly moments away from reaching a reaction rate that would result in nuclear disaster for everyone on the ship. The vid didn’t stop until the “crms” system was dumped on the mass on the floor and you could see what used to be a small pudding type material hardens into a thick mass. \n\nYou stood with the engineer as you again reviewed and explained what the vid showed. The captain wasn’t stupid, clearly having served time in the engine room himself at some point. He knew not only the risk that was involved but what would have been the proper course of action. For the first time in almost four months since stepping onto the ship he actually congratulated you on doing a good job and for some really fast thinking. He even went so far as to shake [[your hand for a job well done]].

------------\n“Eve? What the fuck just happened?” You asked her. \n\n<<pink>>“I blanked us out.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“It’s something that I suspected but couldn’t confirm until now. Neither one of us is fully whole. And when we try to think of those ‘dead zones’ in our minds, it makes the body a ‘dead zone’ as well.” <</pink>>\n\n“What the hell does that mean?” You ask, confused to what she was talking about. \n\n<<pink>>“When we blank out like that, neither one of us has access to the body.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“Look, I can’t really explain it. I guess in a way you started to feel like I do most of the time. You kind of see what is going on with the body, but you can’t really feel it or react to it. It’s like you are watching it all happening to someone else. At least when you are trying to think about something that isn’t part of you.” <</pink>>\n\n“Is it always like that with you?” You ask her. “Just flashes and odd jumps in time?” \n\n<<pink>>“For the most part, yes.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“But it kind of depends on you. When you are focused on what is happening, or you start to lose control of yourself, then it brings it into a sharper picture for me and it’s easier to interact with you. That’s why I’m not always talking to you when you are eating or taking a shower. As long as you don’t think about it too much, all [[I can do is kind of]] just watch it happen. If I’m even aware of it at all.” <</pink>>

But that didn’t mean you were able to get away without having to worry about things at all. More than once you had to cut back on your “partying” in order to focus more attention on earning your rent. And at the moment, it looked like you were going to end up being short yet again, even with cutting back on drinking and eating. Nobody really wanted to say it, especially directly to your face, but your “career” as a whore was pretty much a miserable failure at this point. This wasn’t the first time that you were going to be short of making your required rent, and you were already warned by both Amanda and others that your “performance levels” were a disappointment. By now, at least given your age and your experience, you should have at least two or three regulars, not sitting on just one who was rarely on planet and who was pretty much a “freebie”. \n\nTo make mattes worse, at least from your perspective, was the fact that your problems were starting to cause other problems with other people. Both Megan and Shawn started to resent having to work with you. You didn’t really mind that Shawn didn’t want to work with you at all, the two of you never really got along that well. But Megan? Well, that was a different story as you actually liked her. And she was almost always willing to help you with other aspects of the job, such as serving drinks or hanging around with a customer to help him relax. But when it came time for you to actually “do your job”? Well, that was where she drew the line. More than once she asked if you were trying to “pretend” to have a hard time having sex, or simply couldn’t do it because of some kind of religious or upbringing problem you couldn’t get over. \n\nAnd while Kris at least tried to take you under her wing and help you as much as possible? Well, she really couldn’t help you that much because she was in such high demand. She spent most of her time in her room, not because she didn’t want to be with the other girls on staff and have a fun time, but because she was normally seeing so many different men in a single night that it was easier for her to only show up just long enough to ask if a regular customer was ready to join her or not. [[She would see at]] least six men a night, and that was on a slow night.

But not Brad. No, his dick was clearly going to be impressive to most females who were into “bigger” sizes than normal. He had the eight inches that would have made any man proud to show off his dick in public, and the thickness that would have been noticed by anyone who was paying attention. And while you couldn’t really tell if the head of his dick was mushroom shaped or not, you could at least tell that he didn’t have a foreskin on his dick. \n\nBut all of that ran through your mind in a split second. One quick glance and you knew that he was bigger than you ever used to be, and that his “extra size” was going to make the next few minutes more difficult for you as a female than you ever experienced a female having when you were a man. And since you were so occupied with the mental “dick-measuring contest” going on inside your head, that you didn’t really pay any attention at all as he nudged you forward onto the bed. \n\nIt only took him a couple of seconds to reach over to the nightstand by the bed and pull something out of the top drawer. You instantly knew exactly what he had gotten the second you felt the slightly chilly and thin liquid hitting your skin just above the opening of your asshole. You knew that he was using a slightly large amount of lubrication, but you were kind of thankful that he had taken the time to be “considerate” in using any kind of [[lubrication at all instead of simply trying]] to dry-fuck your ass. \n\n

“Ha.” Barry laughs. “How hard are buckets?” \n\n“Not very.” Kris admits. “But be sure to be nice to her with the camera. She’s going to be really shy about this sort of thing. But she will get used to it, wont you dear?” \n\nThat last part was directed at you, and you still had no idea what the hell was going on. Before you could get any real information from Kris about what was going on, you were almost dragged from where you were standing over to a small little room off to the side of the studio to get ‘into makeup’ for the vid. It wasn’t until the door was shut that Kris gave you a lot more information than you really wanted. \n\n“God, I hate that bastard.” Kris says. “He’s such an asshole.” \n\n“You two seemed to be friends.” You pointed out to her. \n\n“Eve, honey, you know how it is.” Kris says. “You have to play the part that you are given. If we showed up bitching about who we worked with and what we had to do, you know damn well that Ernie would show up and call us into Amanda’s office. If you are too much of a problem, say goodbye to everyone before you go speak to Amanda. If you are lucky you might be able to pack your bags before you have to leave. It’s just part of the game. Be nice and friendly, but not ‘cheap’ and you don’t have to worry about it. So, let’s [[just get this over]] with.”

You looked down your body and realized that Kelly was somehow nude as well, and while you enjoyed the view of your large breasts being teased by her breasts, there was something about to happen that you wanted to avoid as much as possible. You softly begged Kelly not to do this as she kissed you and she simply shushed you like she would a crying baby. \n[img[z/w.JPG]]\nThe pain of Larry’s thick and long cock inside of your vagina made you scream out despite the efforts of Kelly to keep you calm and quiet. You felt yourself starting to cry, not so much due to the pain itself, which was intense, but by the knowledge you were getting fucked by a guy. Kelly’s hand on your face as she continued to softly “sssshhh” you and offer a few kisses helped to keep your protests down, but not completely silent. \n<<set $man -= 6>> <<set $woman += 6>>\n“It’s okay, little darling.” She says. “It always hurts the first time. But Larry is gentle. [[It gets better in time]].” \n\n

----------\n<<pink>>“Well, well, well.”<</pink>> A small female voice said as you sleep. <<pink>>“That dirty old pervert wanted me all for himself. Can you imagine that? Me and that old fart getting it on.” <</pink>> \n\n“No, I can’t.” You say. “But can you blame the guy?” \n\n<<pink>>“What? Why Jim, you old dirt bag. You want to fuck me too, don’t you?” <</pink>> The voice asks. \n\n“Maybe.” You admit, surprising yourself.\n\n<<pink>>“Well, too bad.”<</pink>> The voice replies.<<pink>> “If you weren’t so eager to save your own ass all the time, I might have let you try to fuck mine. But no, [[you stupid bastard]], you had to think about yourself and nobody else.” <</pink>> \n---------------

Bar fights are odd things. Oh, they happened all the time in the galaxy. There wasn’t a single bar that was opened that didn’t have at least one fight break out within the first week of opening their doors to the public for the first time. But most places had bouncers who would quickly break a fight up and throw the people fighting out onto the street. Or if not bouncers who would stop it from getting out of hand, a quick response agreement with the local authorities to show up and make arrests. So you really didn’t expect the fight to last that long before someone got in the way. \n\nOnly thing is, the only people that got in the way were other crews who had been more or less minding their own business. At least right up to the point where the fight started. Now that two crews were fighting against each other, it was only a matter of time before someone was shoved against another table or a drink was spilled, or a stray punch missed and hit someone else who simply wanted to watch the fight and have a good laugh. It wasn’t long; it couldn’t have been long considering the number of people involved, before what had started off as a small little scrimmage turned into a full-blown battle in the bar. \n\nThere was no order, there were no rules, and there was no clear winner. It was every crew for themselves, and in a few cases it was every man or woman for themselves. The wonderful thing about having racial and sexual equality was that nobody had any kind of hang-up about getting into a fight with someone based on their race or sex. A female punching a man was just as likely to get punched back as if she had been a man all along. And while it was true that the fights between men and women were not nearly as many as the fights between two men, that didn’t mean you didn’t get your own fair share of punches or kicks in. Punches or kicks that [[caused you to get punched in return]] until someone else got in the way.

A part of you felt bad about having to change ships while in port. It wasn’t uncommon for it to happen, but it was something that bothered you. You had “cut your teeth” with your old crew and had been able to prove that you were a member of the team. Not to mention the fact that you had made some personal connections to people. But it just wasn’t meant to be. \n<<set $ctc = "smug">> <<set $smug = "babe">>\nThe part that really bothered you more than anything else, however, was the fact that you were on a ship and having to prove yourself yet again. Only this time, no matter what you tried to tell yourself, you knew exactly what was ahead of you and what was expected. So while your ship was slowly making its way out of the solar system, you found yourself having to once again familiarize yourself with a new design, new equipment, and new people. \n<<set $smugresult = "capsleep">>\nBut there was something going on in your favor that made most that really easy to do. Almost everyone on your ship was nice and friendly to you. Much nicer than they really had to be, seeing how you were still a stranger to them, but nice nonetheless. Maybe you had a slight advantage of not just being another “dumb kid” this time around, but at least a proven track record of serving on at least one ship. If nothing else, that should have at least made it easier for you to understand some of the shorthand and abbreviations [[for specific ship related]] items.

Without the slightest warning, he removed his hands from the sink behind you, causing your legs to fall. If it wasn’t for Cathy more or less holding you up for a split second you would have fallen on your ass. But luckily you got your feet back under you before you fell down and you looked at him in slight confusion and disappointment as he bend over to pull his pants back up. He had never taken them off, simply left them around his ankles as he fucked you. \n\nCathy on the other hand simply gave you a soft little push so that she could get off the sink, and she walked out of the bathroom as if nothing had happened, leaving you all alone to get dressed and to get yourself back in order again. You were confused as you tried to do something with your shirt, which was mostly making it into a crude tie-top, as you looked at yourself in the mirror. \n\nWere you just “semi-raped” in the bathroom, or just took part in a ‘semi-threesome’ with Cathy? You really weren’t all that sure. Both Cathy and Tom treated the whole thing more or less like a business transaction and only get physical when you protested and tried to prevent it from happening. But nobody had been hitting you, and not once did anyone threaten you. Sure, Cathy had kept your mouth covered just long enough to keep from protesting. But once you stopped protesting, she stopped covering [[your mouth with her]] hand. \n\n

You were surprised not by the fact that you had tasted him after such a huge blast of cum on your face, but the fact that you were actually “okay” with the taste of his cum. It wasn’t nearly as salty as you had heard it was supposed to be. Oh, it had a salty flavor to it, but it reminded you of a slightly salted cream that they served in the mess hall at work as a topping for fruits. One thing you will give the Feds credit for, they had a way with food that might sound strange but had a wonderful taste to it. You couldn’t help but think as you stepped into the bathroom to wash your face off if that strange food combination made a difference in the way that semen tasted. \n<<set $face += 1>>\nMaybe it did make a difference that you never thought about. As you make sure to clean your face a second time, you quickly run through your sexual history after slipping into the Orion controlled space. It used to be a joke that “Orion girls loved to swallow”, but as you dried your face off you realized that the few females you had been with did in fact swallow more often than not. You don’t know if you would say that they “loved to do it”, but they didn’t have a problem with it if you asked them to. But it wasn’t something that you wanted to think about as you got back into [[bed and tried to get]] some sleep. \n\n

Yet, the fact that there was a blockade in place was a sign of how things were going between the Feds and the States at the moment. No wonder “B” wasn’t interested at all in trying to falsify a passport for you at the moment to go into Alpha-held space. If it ever got back to the authorities that she had given you the passport? Well, she would not only be arrested but probably killed simply for helping you. They would not even bother with charging her as a criminal, but as a spy-contact and would kill her simply to cut off that “contact” from ever being used again by any other spy in the future. \n\nIt wasn’t just B that would be killed, but Chuck would be too. And since you were caught trying to break through the blockade? Well, it was likely that your entire immediate family would have been rounded up for questioning, probably resulting in three or four additional deaths in the “course of the investigation”. Putting your own neck at risk was one thing, hijacking Eve’s body was something different but it was still thought of as your own neck. Risking half a dozen people who were at least innocent in this regard was going too far. \n\n“Well, if not to Alpha space, then where?” You ask her again. \n\n“Uh, I can probably get you to Binder, although not through a direct flight.” She says. “You’ll have to transfer at Pulse-point.” \n\n“Pulse-point?” You ask in shock. “Are you trying to get me killed? Why the hell would I want to go [[to a military outpost]]?”

“I can do this.” You thought to yourself. “Just open my mouth a little and play with the head. That isn’t too much to do. Just part my lips a little and put the tip in my mouth. All I need to do is just focus on the head, and play with him as I do it. \n<<set $bj += 1>>\nYou part your lips and slowly bring your mouth over his cock. You can feel the firmness and thickness of his cock against your tongue and lips and despite your best efforts you have to pull your mouth off of him. You didn’t know what it was about the whole thing that bothered you so much, but it wasn’t his size but the lack of any real stimulation for yourself other than the “presence” of his cock. \n\nBut you lowered your lips a bit more, taking a little more than the head of his cock into your mouth and tried to do with your tongue what you liked other people to do. You had a harder time actually putting you fingers around his shaft and stroking his erection than having the head of his cock in your mouth. But you knew that at least you were “doing it” and that he had to enjoy it by the [[way he softly moaned]].

“Louder, slut.” He orders as he slaps your ass extremely hard. \n\n“Cumslut!” You yell as you turn your head. “My name is cumslut.” \n\n“Don’t ever forget it.” He tells you. “Now, don’t fucking move.” \n\nFeeling his cock buried inside of your sore vagina was bad enough. But to feel him stop moving with his cock shoved into you as much as possible only made things worse. But not quite as bad as you thought it could have been when he actually calls for Penny to show up, completely ignoring the fact that he was “in the middle” of still fucking you. \n\n“Is that other slut outside?” He asks Penny. \n\n“Yes, master. She is outside.” Penny answers as matter-of-factly as possible, given the situation. \n\n“Good. Get her in here right now.” He says. After another couple of seconds he addresses the girl who you simply couldn’t turn your head to look at because of the humiliation you felt. “What’s you name, slut?” \n\n“Tracy, master.” Tracy says in a soft voice, clearly as humiliated to see the two of you in the middle of having sex. \n\n“Well, Tracy.” Brad says as he slowly moves his cock in and out of your vagina. “Come here. Closer. Right here next to me. I want you right here when I [[cum inside of cumslut here]].”

So you stood there, completely humiliated in silence as you were displayed in front of “potential buyers”. There was nothing else you could do but stand there, fully aware that there was nothing that you could do with your hands tied behind your back. And while your breasts were bare, you were still wearing a small G-string that gave you a slight sense of dignity. \n[img[z/zk.JPG]]\nBut that G-string wasn’t there for long before the “handler” did pull it down to display your shaved vagina and actually slipped his fingers inside of you. But it was only for a second and he displayed two fingers, which was a sign that you were still somewhat “tight” but not a virgin. You knew that he had done it simply to show “proof” that you were not to be [[sold into the sexual]] industry, but you didn’t expect to be.\n\n

Why you actually stood up you don’t really know. You had no desire to be near the man. At least that was what you kept telling yourself as you felt his hands easily guiding you to turn around and slightly bend over in front of him. It could have been the simple fact that you were just thankful that you no longer had to suck his dick that made you do it. Or maybe it was just the fact that without the part of you that you thought of as “Eve’s part” being around you really didn’t know what to do. But one thing you did know for a fact, you really didn’t want to feel his dick inside of you at all. \n[img[z/35.gif]]\nAnd when you felt the tip of his dick brushing against your vagina, you instantly regretted the whole thing in a way you never thought you could. You weren’t hurt by his dick slipping into your moist pussy, nor were you crying out in pain from the way the head of his dick forced your inner walls to part to let him inside of you. No, you regretted it because after just a few seconds of seeing his dick up close while you were licking his nuts, you knew for a fact that he was much larger than you had ever been as man and you suddenly felt jealous that you had never been able to be as deep inside of [[a woman as he was inside of you]]. \n\n

Life aboard the Jameson wasn’t easy for you. It wasn’t really the idea that you had when you thought of a space crew. You pictured a tightly knit family of different individuals who would be there for each other and back each other up as much as possible. Nobody messed with a member of the crew without fearing having to mess with everyone on the crew. \n\nBut it wasn’t like that at all. Everyone was out for themselves. Nobody really gave a shit about anyone else, and being the lowest person on the crew, nobody even bothered with learning your name, let alone anything about you. The only person that actually paid any attention to you at all was the captain, and his attention you could do without. It was bad enough that you had already been fucked in the ass by the guy, but you knew that it was just the beginning of a horrible trip with the crew as he made it clear to everyone one night over supper that if anyone else touched you that he would have them spaced. \n\nA threat that should have made you feel better, but actually made you feel worse than before. Now everyone knew just how to get back at the captain that they all hated, and how to curry his favor if they wanted it. You became the somewhat “unofficial” go-between with the captain and the crew. Someone had a problem that they wanted you to help fix, they came to you. Someone had a problem that they wanted to get rid of, they came to you. And yet, nobody actually trusted you with doing more than the laundry without fucking it up, so it wasn’t like they were truly telling you the [[things that would have helped]] you.

---------------\n<<pink>>“Ha, don’t give me that bullshit.”<</pink>> Eve says as you sleep. <<pink>>“You know damn well why you are back on this ship.”<</pink>>\n\n“And why’s that?” You ask her. “You seem to have all the answers. So tell me, smart ass. Why am I here?” \n\n<<pink>>“Because for once in your miserable life, you found a man who you could actually fucking respect.” <</pink>>Eve says. <<pink>>“The captain might want to have fun with us because of how we look, but he actually respects us for our mind and not our tits. And you couldn’t help but find him attractive because of it.” <</pink>>\n\n“That’s fucking bullshit and you know it.” You tell her. “That has nothing to do with it at all.” \n\n<<pink>>“Really?”<</pink>> Eve asks. <<pink>>“Then tell me something. When you were a man, how many times did you tell a woman that you respected her [[brains more than her body in order]] to sleep with her?” <</pink>>\n\n

“Of course not.” She says as she shares the laugh with him. “But, still fresh enough to give me a challenge?”\n\n“Oh, I’m sure they will put up a fight.” Tim says as he looks directly at you. “Especially that one. I would watch out for that one. They said she has a temper and has a real spine and everything. The other one? Well, between you and me, I think she got hit in the head or something. She won’t put up much of a fight, but she’s still new. But that taller one? Man, watch out for her.” \n\n“Thanks, Tim.” She says as she pats his cheek with one hand and kisses the other cheek. “I won’t forget this. Thank you so much.” \n\n“My pleasure, dear.” He says as he smiles at her. “Just remember one thing. Try not to hurt them too much. I think Brad wants to make them breeders someday. You know, get some fresh blood into the line and all. So, have fun, but don’t do any long lasting damage.” \n\n“Don’t worry, honey.” She says as she smiles. “I wouldn’t want to spoil Brad’s fun. Just remind him that I am expecting that movie part.” \n\n“Not to worry dear.” Tim says as he walks towards the door. “The producers are being entertained by Hilda and Vicky. We’ll be able to get them to agree to anything after they are done with them. So, just keep yourself entertained for a bit and I’ll come get you when [[everyone is ready to negotiate]].”

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Only the protective gear really wasn’t about protecting your body, but completely fooling your mind. And while you could easily guess just how useless the gear was going to be, you couldn’t deny the fact that you felt ‘better’ and more ‘confident’ than you should have because Eve took comfort in knowing that you were actually wearing something that was ‘supposed’ to protect your body. Oh, she was still nervous and bothered about having to fight, but your own confidence was able to soothe her feelings about the whole thing. \n\nMaybe that was really a good thing, now that you took a second or two to check your weapon one more time and took a quick look to verify your ‘killing field’ again. With your own training and experience in combat, most of which had been one-on-one or hand-to hand, you had an odd calmness about you despite Eve’s nervous feeling. And while you might have been tempted to shrug off the protective gear, Eve’s comfort in wearing it was enough to settle the matter for you. In a way, you were probably the only member of the crew that wasn’t the least bit scared or nervous. As far as you were concerned, it was just another ‘day at the office’. A fucked up day at the office for sure, but nothing to get worked up about and start to panic. \n\nAnd yet when you saw your first pirate coming down the corridor, you couldn’t help but smile as you aimed your weapon and pulled the trigger. He wasn’t at all what you had come to expect from the horror stories of pirates in the galaxy. He wasn’t some seven foot monster with weapons in each hand firing wildly and screaming like a madman. He was barely taller than you were, had his weapon up but was so busy looking at every corner in front of him that he wasn’t quite looking ‘down the hall’ and he was wearing nothing at all, not even underwear. Clearly he had boarded the ship through the airlock you normally entered through while in port, but he had taken his spacesuit off, and like most people who wore spacesuits, he found it easier and [[better fitting without any clothes on underneath]].

<<set $age += 9>>\nA <<print $age>> year old, blonde. \n[img[z/Megan.JPG]]\nMegan is seen as the “mother” of the Red Rabbit. As such she has always been seen as “mini-Amanda” when it comes to taking care of the females. There is no doubt that she is highly popular, having to constantly work her schedule for her customers. She will not share her regulars, but she is actually grateful that someone, especially someone like you, will entertain them over drinks or a meal before seeing her. Megan would make a good replacement for Amanda because of the way she is able to handle the girls, but has absolutely no business sense, making it impossible for her to take over. Her reputed specialty is “multiple partners”. \n\nMegan has pity for you, in regards to the sort of profession you are in, thinking that you could have done better if you had stayed at home instead of “running away”. But when it comes to your problems with having sex, she has no pity at all, firmly believing that you are faking it as some sort of act. Of if not faking it, then it would only be a matter of time before you got over it. She can deal with being assigned to work with you but it is not something that she looks forward to. \n\nYou think that Megan would be a perfect boss, at least when it comes to dealing with problems between workers. She seems to be level headed and fair with making compromises. Yet, you are fully aware that when it comes to how she feels about you, she is completely indifferent. If you were to leave, she wouldn‘t even bother to ask why or where you went, or what happened to you. . You have the feeling that under different conditions she would have been someone who you would have called a “good friend”. \n\n<<back>>

Only you couldn’t get an answer from her. She had seen Tim coming before you had and suddenly went as silent as a grave as he walked over to the two of you. You were about to ask her again what she did last time when you finally did see Tim and knew not to talk anymore unless directly spoken to by someone else first. So you simply accepted the arm he extended to you, and joined him and Hilda as you were guided to a small room slightly away from the party to meet your VIP guest. \n\n“Hey, Tim.” The man said. “How are you doing?” \n\n“Pretty good. You?” Tim replies. \n\n“Not bad. Not bad at all.” He replies. “So, who do we have here?” \n\n“Evening, sir.” Hilda says as he looks her over. “My name is tight-ass, and I’m here to see that you are made as comfortable as possible.” \n\n“Why thank you, tight-ass.” The man says. “And you? What’s you name cunt?” \n\n“Cumslut, sir.” You tell him. “I’m here to see that you are happy and entertained.” \n\n“Well? What did I tell you?” Tim says as he guides the two of you to join the man. “The best tits and ass in the world. Enjoy. Oh, and Jason, one little thing to remember. Cumslut is still in training, so she’s not available to dip into. But tight-ass? Well, she’s fully trained and knows how to make [[a man feel like a real]] man. So, enjoy.”

You could feel the thickness and texture of more cum on your tongue and against the back of your throat than ever before. You wanted to desperately swallow the vile tasting semen out of your mouth, but everyone kept telling you to keep your mouth open and not to swallow just yet. You felt the mass of cum building more and more, and the strong taste that told you that their climaxes had been ‘enhanced’ due to the pills they were taking and not through anything natural. You weren’t an expert about semen by any means, but nobody at work had tasted so horrible before. \n\n“Okay, swallow.” Barry says as if completely dismissing you as he turned the camera to Kris. \n\nYou watched as she took several massive deposits of cum into her mouth without the slightest bit of trouble. You can tell from the way that she kept her eyes closed that she wasn’t the least bit happy about the taste, but as far as amount and texture she was fine. Thankfully, either because you had been first or the first guy had a disappointing climax, you quickly realize that she had to swallow a lot more than you had to swallow by the sheer amount that was in her mouth. However, she was able to swallow the cum pooling in her mouth a lot easier than you had been able to swallow the cum [[that had been in your mouth]]. \n\n

There was a slight pause as what he had told her to do finally sinked in. Not just sinked in to you, but to Tracy as well. But you barely even had time to finally find the courage to even offer the first sign of protesting when you felt his hard cock pulse as a massive wad of hot cum flooded into your pussy. Followed quickly by another five or six more pulses of hot semen inside of you. \n[img[z/6.gif]] \nYou felt his cock being eased out of you, and while you had no desire to feel anything at all, you could actually feel some of his cum leaking out of your vagina because he had pulled out of you so fast. You simply didn’t have the position, the means, or even the knowledge to prevent your own body from letting any of the mess escapes your vagina. You were simply too relieved to feel his hard dick being removed from your crotch. \n\n“Go on.” Brad orders Tracy. “[[Clean that cunt]].” \n\n

----------------------------\n<<pink>> You dirty little slut. I bet you want to sample that semen on my left tit, don’t you? <</pink>>\n\n“Dammit Eve. What the fuck have you done?” You ask the voice in your head as you lean against the nearest wall. \n\n<<pink>> What do you think? I kept your mind off the pain and let you enjoy yourself. Well, that’s not true. I just blocked the pain to keep you from bitching about it and enjoyed MYSELF. But you get the idea. <</pink>>\n\n“You mean you can take over? Just like that?” You ask her. \n\n<<pink>> Hell no! I can’t take over a god damn thing. But I can keep you [[unaware of things if I concentrate]]. <</pink>>\n\n

Did it really matter that the mattress in Jen’s hiber-bed needed to be replaced? Or that Tom’s chair squeaked? Or that Bill and Mary wanted to have a bigger cabin to share? Of course not. These were problems that the crew should have been able to fix on their own, or at least should have been able to fix if they were really a well-tuned crew that trusted each other and who backed each other up. \n\nYet, no matter what the crew’s problems were, you had your own hands full with dealing with the captain’s attention. It was starting to become a big issue as the held your wrist and pulled you onto his lap. You didn’t mind the occasional comment now and then, that was expected from any sort of crew you were on. But the constant “need” of the captain to remind you that you were there for his entertainment by touching you or pulling you in for a hug or kiss every time that you saw him was getting on your nerves. \n\nBut what could you do? You refused to go along with him and he would kill you. And there wasn’t anyone on the crew that would even care. Oh, they might notice that you were no longer with them, but they sure as hell wouldn’t care enough to actually ask what had happened to you. Hell, they probably wouldn’t even notice that you were gone until they ran out of clean clothes to wear, if then, and [[that could take weeks]].

“Well, from what I was told, he would be able to help me with a problem.” You say, knowing not to say too much or say anything directly. “I would rather be able to hear it from his lips if he could be able to help me or not. If not, then I will have to find another solution.” \n\n“And yet, solutions are easily found if you realize the real problems.” He says as he actually smiles at you. \n\nIt was clear that this guy, whoever he really was, apparently enjoyed this little “cloak-and-dagger” routine. He was obviously some sort of “middle-man” to meet up with Carter, and despite the knowledge that he was simply “feeling you out”, you were eternally grateful that he wasn’t “feeling you up”. Something in the back of your mind was screaming that this was one of those “kinky freaks” who appeared sweet and innocent on the outside, but was a sick and twisted individual on the inside who would happily inflict pain at the drop of a hat.” \n\nBut thanks to your own training before taking over Eve’s body, you knew a bit of the whole “cloak-and-dagger” routine. It was why you were able to actually talk to this sort of man without freaking out like Eve would have done on her own. And it was why he didn’t simply walk away after sending you to some whorehouse to look for work. You quickly picked up on his use of the words “real problems” and knew that you were going to be tested in some way before you were going to be able to meet anyone at all. You just needed to figure out the best way [[to deal with one of those]] “problems”.

“Well, problems are only opportunities that haven’t been realized.” You tell him. “Maybe we can help each other out? I help you with some problem and you help me get in touch with the man I want to see.”\n\n“Why, that sounds like a very fair proposition.” He says as he smiles and takes a sip from his drink. “But my problems aren’t always easily solved. Some of them can’t simply be patched, but have to result in a more permanent solution. Otherwise, it will just be a problem that I will have to deal with again later on.” \n\nIt dawns on you that your “test” to move further up the food chain wasn’t going to be stealing something, or starting a fight with someone, or even distracting someone with sleeping with him. No, your “test” was going to be the ultimate test of actually killing someone. A complete stranger who you had no idea who he was or why he should die in the first place. Obviously he had upset the wrong people to be used in such a manner. But from what you knew of Binder in general, he could easily have been some poor sap picked at random. \n\nAnd yet if you decided not to take this test? Well, you were going to be stuck on Binder on your own. Nowhere to stay, nowhere to eat, and without any kind of protection on you other than your own weapons. You might be okay in the general public areas, but as soon as you closed your eyes, the risks of you being the one killed increased exponentially with each passing minute. You needed some sort of shelter and protection, and the only place you would find such shelter and protection was in the red-district which catered to whores and brothels. Even then you would need to find someone who was willing to take a girl “under the wing” until you had been able to earn some money to move up the pecking [[order to have a better]] place.

Instantly the part of you that you still thought of as “Eve” disappeared. You knew that it wasn’t a permanent thing. You’ve felt this way before. In fact, it was the way you felt most of the time when you were just going through the normal things in life. Taking a shower, or using the bathroom or simply getting dressed. When “Eve” wasn’t fighting you or really all that interested, that part of you wasn’t a problem. \n\nBut you couldn’t really think about poor Eve at the moment. The fact that you had found a little pet name for her that seemed to keep her happy would have been good news at any other point, right now you had too many things on your mind to really think about her that much. And one of those things was the fact that your face was buried into Penny’s crotch a bit too much to be of any help. Not to her, but to you. As much as you hated to sound like some sort of expert on women or anything, well, you did need a “little room” to work one up to having a climax. \n\nSo you gently pushed back a little with your hands and forced her to give you a little more room as you ran your tongue along her pussy. For once, she allowed you to do your own thing and stopped shoving your head against her crotch. And now that you were focusing on the task at hand instead of simply teasing her with the tip of your tongue, she was at least willing [[to see how good you could be on]] your own. \n\n

<<pink>>“Really? That’s all?”<</pink>> Eve asks. <<pink>>“It’s the same for me too. I can’t really recall that much as a kid. I mean, I can recall people like my parents and brother and sisters. But schools, shows, foods? No, I can’t remember them at all. Why is that?” <</pink>>\n[img[z/30.gif][g3]]\n

“What? What the fuck are you talking about?” You ask. \n\n<<pink>>“You mean you never, well, you know, gone down on a woman after having sex with her?”<</pink>> Eve asks. <<pink>>“I mean, not even once?”<</pink>>\n\n“Well, not often.” You admit. “I mean, I don’t have a problem eating pussy whenever possible. But, as far as eating after cumming inside of her? Well, no it isn’t something that I would call a ’normal thing’ for me to do. But I’ve done it a few times here and there. Maybe five or six times in total.” \n\n<<pink>>“So, what’s the big deal?”<</pink>> Eve asks. <<pink>>“You’ve done it before and you know that he’s going to tell you to do it again.”<</pink>>\n\n“Yeah, but that was, well, with my own cum.” You tell her. “You know. I mean, it was me, and I was inside of her all the way when I came, so there really wasn’t that much around the outer edges. A lick or two and you couldn’t tell any difference. Well, maybe a slightly more intense scent, but not really a strong flavor or anything like that. Look, it’s hard to explain. I mean, yeah, I’ve done it and all. But, that was with me. Or with me as a man. You know? Having to lick another man’s sperm from a vagina? I couldn’t do it.”\n\n<<pink>>“Well, you better. Or I guaranty that Tracy and that puppy will be mercilessly beaten.”<</pink>> Eve replies. <<pink>>“And it’s even money on which one will be beaten to death first, the puppy or Tracy. I mean, the puppy might be the first one to die from the beating. But if that puppy dies because of something you refused to do that Tracy was able to do, well at least wiling to accept doing, it would crush her. And it would only be a matter of time before she simply didn’t give a damn about [[anything and was beaten to death]].”<</pink>>\n---------------------------

You felt his hard dick moving inside of you at a shocking speed. Clearly there was no sense of desire to please your own needs. He was only fucking you for his own enjoyment and that was all. You knew that with the right sort of warning, maybe a slightly romantic setting and time to mentally prepare yourself for having sex with him, or any other man, you could probably have enjoyed it a little bit. But that wasn’t the case at all. You weren’t getting any pleasure out of being so roughly fucked and handled by both of them. \n\nIf Tom wasn’t bad enough, the fact that Cathy seemed to be taking a large amount of pleasure both out of hearing you complain about it, as well as causing a bit of pain by the way she constantly squeezed your breasts or pinched your nipples. There wasn’t a sense of trying to make you enjoy it; it was more like she wanted you to keep protesting the whole time. She wasn’t outright causing serious pain, but she was causing some serious discomfort. But she either knew from personal experience, or simply a lucky guess, just where to draw the line and keep you from screaming out due to pure pain. \n\nBut you couldn’t really focus that much on Cathy, although it was hard to ignore her seeing how she was holding you and the fact that you were leaning against her. No, the reason you couldn’t focus on her that much was because of the way that Tom was fucking you at the moment. Without any effort at all, he was able to grab your legs and lift you off the floor by holding his arms against the sink behind you and keeping your legs held upward. Now that he had a more direct and wider access to your vagina’s opening, the sensation of his cock [[inside of you increased dramatically]].

Shortly before the sun came up, the man driving made a sudden turn off the main road and onto a very uneven dirt road. You worried that he was driving a little too fast, but he clearly had an idea of what he was looking for. When he finally found it, he slammed on the brakes and jumped out of the vehicle without a single word to anyone and ran towards the large cabin. \n[img[z/zas.JPG]]\nYou followed him, mostly so that you could see what he was doing. It took him a few minutes to find the secret panel on the wall and finally opened the door. The four of you piled into the cabin for just a moment before he stepped outside and took the vehicle around to the back of the cabin and came back in. You could see the look of relief on his face as [[he finally lets out a deep sigh]]. \n\n

No matter what position you are in, you are always able to see the same sort of thing happening to Kelly. The two of you are forced by gunpoint to have a blowjob contest, then seeing which one of you could take the most cocks in the ass at one time and finally being forced to lick each other as you were both being fucked in the ass yet again. \n[img[z/zbf.JPG]]\nYou were finally left alone after who knows how many times of being raped by the ten men around you. But someone whispers something to someone else and he starts to chuckle. You watch in shock as Kelly is placed on her knees and starts to suck the cock in front of her without being told what to do. You can actually see the guy turn her head and put his cock against her ear as he cums and shoots Kelly [[in the head at the same time]].\n\n

There is something about a crew that suffered a death just before returning back to their home port that is never the same. It could be because of the fact that it was just too hard to look at everyone knowing that their trip back to port is to transport a fallen crewmember, or maybe that being “so close to going home” and not making it. What ever the real reason “why” the crew fell apart after getting back to Binder didn’t really matter. Or at least, it didn’t really matter to you. \n<<set $ctc = "pirate">> <<set $rankonship = "lowest">>\nTwo days after returning to port, you got a message to report to a specific ship and a specific time. Most of the time you would have ignored a message like that. Especially from someone who you have never met before. But when the little kid said “Ernie says you need to be….”? Well, there was no doubt in your mind that the best course of action was to play it safe and report to the ship ten minutes early. \n\nWhich was actually a good thing as it gave you time to notice a few things about your “new assignment”. It was a newer ship, sleeker designed, and had an air of “threatening” to it. Say what you will, but whoever gave it the black painting with red accents, really did a damn good job. The ship just screamed “fear me” when you saw it and the look on the face of the captain was not something that you would have called “happy puppy” look when you [[reported onto the ship]] as the new crewmember.

“Look, Eve, I know that you are having problems at work.” Kris says. “I get that, I really do. I used to have a problem at work when I started too. But I got to ask, do you hate men or something?” \n\n“Well, no.” You say. “It isn’t like that. I mean, I don’t really hate them. I just, don’t feel comfortable around them. That’s all.” \n\nHow the hell do you tell her that you still thought of yourself as a man, even though you had the body of a young female? There was no way that you could give her a full description of all of your problems, she simply wouldn’t understand without ratting yourself out to her. Best to keep things more or less as casual as possible and as generic as possible when you could. And you weren’t really being dishonest with her; you really weren’t at all comfortable being around a man when it came to having sexual contact with him. \n\n“I see.” Kris says. “Well, tell you what. How about I talk to Barry for a second before we start? I’m sure that we can work something out. Look, I don’t know what Amanda has said to you, but I know that Shawn has been giving you a hard time lately. I don’t know why she’s been such a bitch lately, but with a little bit of work you could earn some serious cash. You just have to be willing to try. Can you at least do that for me? I mean, really try?”\n\n“I don’t know.” You admit. “Maybe?” \n\n“Well, that’s good enough for now.” She says as she stands up. “Look, you go ahead and get ready, and I’ll go talk to Barry for a second.” \n\nWith that, she was out of the room before you could bring yourself to really protest or try to convince her to stay and talk to you some more. All you could do was turn on the stool to look your reflection [[in the mirror and ask yourself just what the]] hell you were doing.

At some point you are going to have to completely admit to yourself that the ‘small voice’ in the back of your head wasn’t always your own internal warning system, but a real living person who could see things in a different light than you could. And you should have known, just like Eve apparently did, that things weren’t quite right with the way that Shawn was acting about the whole thing. \n<<set $opt = "wrong2">> <<set $man -= 10>> <<set $woman += 10>>\nYou had little to no information at all about what you were supposed to be doing. All you know for sure was that you were supposed to be at a given location at a given time. Other than a quick ‘suggestion’ to try to do something with your hair and makeup to at least be a ‘close resemblance’ to each other as sisters, that was all you knew. But Shawn, clearly was a little too casual about the whole thing and too annoyed that you had volunteered to even be in the film to completely ignore the way she kept her answers short and vague. \n<<set $fuk += 10>> <<set $cpie += 3>> <<set $con += 7>>\nWithout really giving you anything to work on at all, she clearly was just looking forward to getting the day over with as soon as possible. There was a feeling that you couldn’t ignore, mostly because Eve wouldn’t let you ignore it, that you had to be careful around Shawn. It was bad enough that you simply didn’t get along with her, but the persona you thought of as Eve had no desire at all to be alone with her. That made everything she did seem to be a little [[too calculating for you to ever]] feel relaxed around her.

Shit, you never thought of this happening. It was a high risk that you could be sold off into slavery if you failed the guild’s requirements. It was almost a 75% chance that it would happen. If you did have a ‘friend’ that could help to keep those odds down it would help. Maybe you should do it simply just to have a ‘protector’ until you could figure out how things worked around the guild. \n\nBut did you want to do that sort of thing on your first day? If you did, there was no way that you would ever be able to avoid doing it in the future. In fact, if you started to suck on his cock at this point you might as well simply agree to be used in a number of ways every night from here on out. Saying ‘yes’ to him would be just as bad as being a whore, and there was still the chance of being sold into slavery afterward. \n\nYou quickly weigh the options available to you and you:\n[[Silently nod your head in agreement]].\nRefuse to do anything with [[him as long as possible]].

“Eve.” A distant and distorted voice says. “Hey, Eve, wake up. You okay?” \n\nSomeone gently slaps your face, not with any force that might have hurt, but enough to be noticed. You instantly try to sit up, ready to fight, only to find yourself strapped to one of the beds in the medical bay. You had to force yourself to calm down when Becky’s face came into focus, and that wasn’t easy as you heard Eve’s yell as she became aware of you being awake again. Thankfully when she saw Becky’s face, she calmed down, or at least she tried to calm down. Once you started to feel the pain, she started to get worried again. \n\n“It’s okay.” Becky says as she smiles at you. “You got banged up pretty good, but you will be okay.” \n\n“What happened?” You ask her. \n\n“Well, we heard you fighting over the com-units.” She tells you. “But nobody else was fighting anyone at all. It took a few seconds to realize you had been the only one that was in position to hold them all off. So, we all took off to back you up. But by the time that we got there, they had knocked you out and were all heading into the ship. The captain caught two of them outside of the bridge, and we caught up with the rest of them turning to fight him and Lucy shooting from the bridge. It was over pretty quick after [[that as we had them in crossfire]]. Thankfully, nobody was hurt. Well, you were, but nobody else was.”

“Give me a hand.” Tom says to her. “She’s going to put out one way or the other.” \n\n“But I never….” You start, only you never got a chance to finish. \n\nCathy had left the door, walked across the bathroom and quickly got behind you. With the skill of someone who was used to working with people who were reluctant to follow orders and protested too much, she quickly locked one of your arms behind your back while using her other arm to both hold your other arm out to the side and cover your mouth with her hand. You struggled for just a few more seconds until the pain in your arm behind your back became too much too take. \n\n“Easy, kid.” Cathy whispers in your ear as Tom starts to yank at your pants. “We’ve all had to do it. It’s just your time in rotation. Go along with it, and it will be over before you know it. Next time we have a failed raid; it’s going to be my turn. Then Missy, then you again. It’s just part of the game. So you can either go along with it and make it easy on yourself, or continue to [[fight it and make it a whole]] lot worse.” \n\n

And as luck would have it, you were sound asleep in your hiber-bed when the ship found someone to attack. The captain overrode the controls from the bridge to wake everyone up. You and Irene worked the engine room together as you moved in for the shot that would stop the other ship. You watched the reactors for the engines while Irene worked on the capacitors that charged the ion weapon. You felt the air around you building up in static energy just mere seconds before the weapon fired, and then got the order to place the engines in standby mode and prepare for boarding. \n\nUnlike your first ship, you weren’t going through the cargo bay anymore. You were assigned to back up Hank as you went after the bridge itself. You knew that taking out the bridge as soon as possible was the best way to cripple any ship, but it was often the most dangerous position in boarding a ship because it would involve most of the crew defending it. So you stood next to Hank as the airlock opened and headed over to the other ship, one that appeared to be a major cargo company ship. \n\nThe defenses would be rough. Major cargo companies tended to keep a contingency of ex soldiers on board simply in case of pirate attacks. That meant that you would be facing at least 20 to 30 soldiers freshly waken from stasis and ready to fight. The fact that you were supposed to be the tip of the spear on your attack bothered you because that meant that you and Hank were going to be facing the majority of the soldiers, as well as a good portion [[of the crew at the same]] time.

<<set $age += 12>> \nTim Tillman <<print $age>> year old male. \n[img[z/Timt.JPG]]\n<<if $slave eq "kept concubine" or $slave eq "guest entertainment" or $slave eq "head slave">>\nAn attractive male and cousin to Brad. Tim is your overseer. Or rather is he the overseer of all the slaves in the Tillman household. He is in charge of buying and trading of slaves as well as disposing of the ones who have been killed. He enjoys his position to “sample the wares” from time to time and will often tempt young and new slaves with better conditions if they provide him with sexual favors. Those better conditions never materialize and if the slave starts to complain about it, that slave is quickly traded or assigned to fight. He is Brad’s right-hand man and is being groomed to someday take over a large portion of the businesses that Brad currently owns or secretly runs. \n\nOn the surface: Tim is nothing more than Brad’s younger cousin and best friend. He is seen more or less as a go-between in order to make plans for parties or to arrange meetings. He is also seen more or less as the “Heir apparent” and as such, he is often approached for future plans that will start under Brad’s control, but not be fulfilled for several years. He also enjoys the comfort and security the authorities provide him due to his wealth. \n\nIn private: Tim has a history of being careless with female slaves, leaving several of them pregnant or used so much for sexual purposes that they are sold to brothels, which their masters get a share of the money they make. He can be nice, and is a more level headed individual than Brad, but is also completely willing to kill to keep a slave quiet about something. There have been rumors that some slaves suddenly assigned to fight for entertainment have been pregnant with his child and he simply used the “arena” as a way to have an abortion and remove the slave at the same time. \n\nUnder the surface: Tim is calculating and planning his move in order to take over from his cousin. He has no desire to keep “playing second fiddle” and is the key player in most of the illegal activities. Tim also wants to take the house into bigger and more profitable criminal organization aspects, creating not just a “public empire” but a “criminal empire” as well. He is more ambitious for political power and has no problem with stepping out from behind the scenes and taking all the credit whenever he can.\n<<endif>>\n<<if $slave eq "runaway slave" or $slave eq "rebel leader">>\nKilled by you after he confronts Tracy about killing Brad. \n<<endif>>\n<<back>>

Only all of that changed one night when the master was throwing a rather large party. A party that was so large that it had completely emptied out the concubine chamber, including Penny, as well as the “guest entertainment” chambers as well. It was the first time you had been required to attend such a large party and you were really worried about someone making a mistake during the evening and having everyone punished for it. The only thing that offered the slightest comfort to you was the fact that you were assigned as a part of a ‘team’ to keep a guest entertained. \n\nSo when the party started: \n[[You and Tracy wore the same outfits]].\n[[You and Hilda wore the same outfits]].\n[[You and Vicky wore the same outfits]].

Finally after five long hours it was time to attack the community. You had double and triple checked your weapons, you had made it slowly and carefully to the building you were assigned to raid with your partner Mack, and you were able to hear voices from inside of the house that let you know that there were people inside of it. There was no doubt that you were about to tag someone, you just had to wait for the captain to give the final signal as the rest of the teams got into position. And as you gave Mack a quick glance to make sure that he was ready you saw him smile as he did one quick “dip” of his knees. You weren’t the only one that was a little too eager to get things started. \n\nAnd when you finally got the signal, you were able to burst through the door: \n[[Right as the family was finishing supper]]. \n[[Right as the family was preparing for bed]]. \n[[Right about the time that they would be settling in for the night]].

You were shocked by the presence of Eve in your head at such a moment. Even as you nursed a massive hangover the next morning and tried desperately to find a way to connect to her in some way again, you couldn’t. For five days you tried every form of meditation techniques that you could think of to reach that part of your brain that contained Eve and her personality. But no matter what you did, you couldn’t do it. \n<<set $hj += 1>> \nBut that didn’t mean that she couldn’t connect with you in some way or the other. For the next five days you were incredibly aroused at the strangest times, especially just before going to bed or right after waking up. There had to be some sort of connection between her and when you were asleep, and yet you didn’t hear from her at all while you were actually sleeping. There had to [[be something else going]] on, you just couldn’t feel it. \n\n

<<set $age += 11>> \nCathy White, <<print $age>> year old female. \n[img[z/Cathy.JPG]]\nCathy White is the heart of the ship, in more ways than one. She is primarily responsible for the reactors working properly, but she is the one person who has been on the crew the longest as well. She has welcomed everyone on board the ship, including the captain when he took over for her first captain. When it comes to someone to look up to it is Cathy. She has worked in a male-dominated profession, doing a male-dominated role on the ship, and while she doesn’t actually look like it on the outside, she is extremely feminine on the inside. Most people see her and her role on the ship and assume that a tool-belt will get her hot, but the truth is a bottle of perfume or flowers will do more to win her over than anything else. \n\nOn the ship: Cathy doesn’t really have much free time. She is kept busy working in the engine room or making repairs. While inside the engine room, she is the queen of the universe, but outside of the engine room she is a delicate little flower that actually blushes whenever someone compliments her looks or how her newest soap or shampoo smells. It is odd to thing that she is so confident around reactors and yet so shy at the table having supper. \n\nOn a raid: Cathy unleashes a wild side that is really buried deep inside. Behind her sharp mind and feminine ways, is a heartless and ruthless beast dying to get out. She is the bloodiest member of the crew, often putting four or five tranquilizer darts in a single target. The fact that you can almost tell who “tagged” who by the number of darts sticking out of them is rather disturbing. \n\n<<back>>

There was no need to use your helmet’s com-system to let Hank know what you were planning to do. All you had to do was hold out your hand with two fingers extended and look over your shoulder to see him flashing his light two times in reply. Because of all your simulated attacks together at this point, the two of you had worked out a short-hand of your own. And by signaling that you were going to move to the secondary point of entrance he was already starting to switch weapons. \n\nIt wasn’t really all that imaginative as far as attack plans were concerned. You would hit the side of the ship first, absorbing your momentum with your knees while activating your magnetic boots and take off running, or rather taking very long strides, along the side of the ship heading towards what would be called the “underside”. It took you a few seconds to get orientated and locate the main hatches for the landing gear. But once you saw them you started to get your own equipment ready. \n<<set $return = 24>>\nThere was no need for Hank to actually say anything at all. You would have to wait for him to join you anyway. But you still took the time to double check the final settings on the small folding ring and held the controls in your hand until Hank walked over to you. You felt his hand on your shoulder as he gave you a firm pat on the back and [[thumbed the small button on the little]] control. \n\n

You had already started to respect your captain because of how much he depended on his crew to be able to do their jobs without having to be micromanaged every step of the way. But this was the first time that you had heard him really give an order that might have caused problems with people. Clearly spacing a prisoner bothered Becky, or if not the prisoner, spacing the wounded without treating them did. She was still a doctor at heart and had sworn ‘to do no harm’ when she earned her medical degree. So, leaving wounded to suffer until they could be ‘dealt with’ was not something that she was comfortable with at all. But Larry had saved her from being chewed out by the way he jumped into the conversation. \n\nThankfully you were too busy working on the reactors to really think about it. You might have shared Becky’s point of view that the wounded should have been treated and the prisoner should have been turned in to the proper authorities when you landed. But you also shared the captain’s point of view that the pirate didn’t deserve any mercy at all. And considering the fact that he probably had a long list of killed crews and passengers on his hands, well being spaced was simply a form of justice. Justice that was being dealt out without the benefit of the court, but even the court would have killed him if he had been convicted of piracy anyway. So, maybe the captain was just saving everyone a bit of time, and simply doing what the courts would have done anyway. After all, as far as your crew was concerned, there was no doubt at all that he was guilty of piracy. \n\nBut the rest of the trip wasn’t exactly easy for you either. After folding space again, you and Jake spent most of your time covering your shifts watching the engines or making repairs. It wasn’t really hard work, at least not physically hard work, but it was mentally draining to work a full 8 hours watching the reactors and then another 8 hours making repairs, running new wires through the walls, tearing apart power relays and fixing them and putting them back in place, then hoping to be able to get something to eat and sleep for another 8 hours before having to go back on reactor watch again. It was the first time that you had actually heard of anyone using a hiber-bed as just a regular bed instead of getting at least 12-24 hours of forced sleep while in space. But it was the only way to really get the repairs done without having to pay exorbitant prices at a [[port to have someone else do it]].

“God damn you, Eve, you stupid fucking cunt! What the fuck are you doing?” He yells at you. \n\nYou watch as he storms over to where you were standing and suddenly grabs the circuit out of your hand and reaches into the panel. You weren’t aware of the hidden compartment that was located inside the panel and up a bit, but the captain was. As soon as you had pulled the cover off some sort of alarm had been triggered to alert him of someone tampering with the thing. He reached upward and pulled on something. \n\nYou watched as a small panel in the floor slide back, exposing a slightly odd shaped storage compartment. The captain simply stood by you and then grabbed your shoulder and pushed you down onto the floor. \n\n“Don’t stand there. Get that unloaded.” He yells. “Larry! Get your limp dick into action and help the bitch before we lose the cargo.” \n\nLarry snaps into action and helps lift the rather heavy container out of the hidden compartment and steps back as the captain starts to open it. The smell is overwhelming as he flings the top open. \n<<set $expect = "trouble">>\n“Mother fucker.” He says. “Look at this. Look at this shit. What the fuck am I [[going to tell Carter]]?”\n\n

“Because I don’t have much choice.” She says as she sits down on the floor. “Look, you are a good looking girl, so you know what it is like for a guy to hit on you all the time.” \n\n“Not really.” You admit. “I mean, I’ve noticed it, but I have been able to avoid it as much as possible.” \n\n“Well, you can’t avoid it on this ship.” She says. “I’m not actually proud of what I do to avoid patrols, but it helps. Look, let me ask you something. I want you to be serious and think about it for a second before you answer. But, if you knew that being fucked by a policeman would give your crew time to hide valuable cargo and provide you safe passage home, would you do it?” \n\n“I guess.” You say as you sit next to her. “But I wouldn’t want anyone to know about it and I wouldn’t want to do it more than once.” \n\n“Fair enough.” She admits. “But let’s say that you have to take two of them at once. Not because of the crew, or the captain, or even the whole ship. But because you know, deep down in the pit of your stomach, that if you don’t do two of them at once you will be killed. Or sold into slavery. Or that you and your entire crew will be killed when he gets aboard his patrol ship and opens fire because he is pissed off you rejected him. [[Could you do it then]]?” \n\n

You recorded the session with the vid-cam as she was double penetrated and both men moved together to drive their cocks into her ass and vagina at the same time. For Kelly it had to be an amazing sensation as she instantly started to cry out in pleasure and joy from the stimulation. \n[img[z/m.JPG]]\nYou had to admit that there was a male part of your way of thinking that found the whole thing highly arousing as you watched her getting fucked by both men at the same time. You were amazed, not by their sizes, or by Kelly’s ability to take them both at the same time, but by their stamina as they fucked her much longer than you expected they would be able to. More than once you were sure that one of them had to be “close to climaxing” by the way that he slowed down or started to grunt, but there [[was no climax involved]]. \n\n

Then of course there was Eve herself that was causing you a lot of problems that you had to deal with. Eve clearly was more into the whole “working girl” persona than you were. She at least was able to admit to being comfortable with having sex in general, while you still struggled with the whole idea. Maybe there was some kind of genetic coding in the body’s gender that made it easier for Eve, but that wouldn’t explain Eve’s mental attitude towards it at all. There were times that Eve’s persona would make an appearance, or rather her persona would be more noticeable to you than at other times, where she seemed to be not only comfortable with having sex, but actually enjoying it much more than you would have thought possible. That isn’t to say that she was some sex-crazed nymphomaniac, but there were times that you got the feeling that she did get a little “too much pleasure” out of having sex with someone. \n\nSo you were having problems all around. You were struggling with your own mental problems thanks to Eve. You were uncomfortable around the two people who wanted to help you the most, because of how you felt about them and yourself in regards to their sexual preferences. The only person who seemed to be willing to really help you out was always too busy to actually help you out at all. Then of course, half of the people you dealt with on a daily basis were either completely indifferent to your “working habits”, or completely annoyed by them. Brad at least had a reason to be “indifferent”, and that was because his only real concern was security, Megan at least could have been more supportive. Shawn simply couldn’t care less about you, and Amanda was too concerned about “business” to bother with dealing with things on a personal [[level and figuring out how to]] deal with things.

It also helped that you were part of a “50/50” crew, meaning that the number of males to females was perfectly balanced. It also helped that the other females on the ship were actually friendly and helpful when you asked for assistance. There was no doubt that they were as happy to have another female aboard the ship as you were to know that you weren’t the only female onboard. \n\nBut it really wasn’t the females that caught your eyes so much as the males. You had never really thought of males as being attractive. Or at least when you used to be a male you never thought of another male that way before. But this time? Well, there was no denying the fact that the three younger males were simply amazing to look at. Young, attractive, and well built. There was no denying that they were “impressive looking”, but their real appeal was their personalities. The three of them were just different enough to really stand out from each other, but close enough at times that you got the odd feeling of “brotherhood” among them that would have carried over into any sort of profession. \n\nYet, the one male that you were impressed with the most was the captain himself. Older, more seasoned, really knew his business, and didn’t appear to be the least bit interested in you sexually. Or rather, maybe he was interested in you sexually, but he wasn’t going to let his own personal feelings get in the way of running an effective ship. You knew, from the idle chit-chat, that he was happy to let the crew fool around if they wanted to. And in the vast loneliness of space, wanting to fool around happened more often than people want to admit. But as much fun as you might have with someone, do not do it while on shift and don’t let [[it interfere with ship business]].

You had six more power packs on your belt, and you saw no reason at all why you should turn your weapon in without having used all six of them. Granted, using six power packs for a plasma weapon might have been expensive to replace, not to mention a ton of shots you could take, there was still no need to be careful with using them either. You simply took one off of your belt, tossed it down the hallway and got a nice scream of “grenade” for your efforts because of the sound it made rattling along the metal hallway. \n[img[z/47.JPG]]\nOnly you weren’t tossing a grenade at all, you were playing dirty and cheating. You kept your gun firing, knowing that at any second you would finally get a good shot off, and as soon as your shot hit the power pack, you got the nice large greenish explosion you were hoping for as the power pack exploded. And in that short second of explosive power, you were able to dart across the hallway and take cover along the other wall without being seen. You heard one of the pirates screaming from the pain as he was hit by either shrapnel from the small explosion, or probably burned by the plasma or electrical charge. Either way, as long as he was [[screaming he was no]] longer the biggest threat. \n\n

<<if $ctc eq "pirate">>\n[[Pirate Crew]]\n<<endif>>\n<<if $ctc eq "whore">>\n[[The Red Rabbit]]\n<<endif>>\n<<if $ctc eq "slave">>\n[[House Tillman]]\n<<endif>>\n<<if $ctc eq "smug">>\n[[Smuggler Crew]]\n<<endif>>\n<<if $ctc eq "trader">>\n[[Slave Trader Crew]]\n<<endif>>\n<<back>>

But it would at least give you a way out of the current situation. They would easily find your body in the stasis pod and possibly take the captain’s word that you had booked passage like a normal space traveler. As long as he could claim ignorance and acted thankful that they caught you he might be able to escape with his life. But you couldn’t think about that at the moment as you looked through the list of passengers. The captain was too busy trying to bring the ship to a stop short of the destination and his hands were full. \n\nAnd yet you did at least trust the captain enough to book passage with him in the first place. It was why you had picked this particular ship to begin with. You had known each other for years, and while he might not have known that you were a spy, he knew that you enjoyed smuggling a few illegal items in and out of the “Fed” controlled region. You had made the captain a tidy little sum of money on the side, and you had used all of that “good will” in an effort to smuggle yourself out of the area as part of his crew. \n\nBut just because you trusted the captain to be able to smuggle in a few works of art, or the occasional medical supplies to a Freed States colony, doesn’t mean that you would trust him with being able to keep the authorities off of your trail for long. For all you know he might simply turn you over simply to keep the military for searching the ship for any illegal cargo that it might be carrying. So, the only way to truly be sure to avoid detection was to change your identity the only way you could in this sort of situation, by doing a [[mindgraft with one of the passengers]].

Yet, it was strange in a way for another guy to cum inside of your vagina. You didn’t really “feel” him cumming so much as you sensed the odd “presence” of it happening. Your vagina could feel him pulsating because of how sore you were at the moment, but the odd heat that his semen gave off was actually a bit soothing. And if you were honest about the whole thing, the way that it felt shooting inside of you in spurts kind of felt strange too. It was hard to describe but in a way it was almost like a warm shot of medication after shot. \n<<set $vagres = "pain">> <<set $uare = "not a virgin">>\nBut he was finally done and the pain that you had felt earlier returned when he pulled out of you, completely wiping out the fact that you could feel a bit of his cum on your inner thigh as you closed your leg. You instinctively cupped your crotch as if you had been kicked in the balls, but you didn’t have any balls anymore. You ended up in the fetal position as you cried at the pain radiating from your crotch. \n<<set $fuk += 1>> <<set $cpie += 1>> <<set $vid += 1>> \nYour instructor didn’t say a word as he completely ignored your tears. As far as he knew you were crying about being sold into slavery and not at loosing your virginity as a female both for Eve and yourself. You knew that he had no idea about your hymen being dealt with during your entry into the Congo, it was the only reason you weren’t bleeding at the moment. But he obviously didn’t seem to be that concerned to ask [[if you were okay or]] not. \n\n

The only two people who didn’t seem to have a problem with you were the two people who you were not really all that comfortable being around. And oddly, it was for the exact same reason but on two completely different levels. Joe and Dana were friendly, kind, easy to talk to, and for the most part enjoyed spending most of their time with you than anyone else. But at the same time, both of them made your skin crawl. Or more accurately they both tended to put you on guard more than you really meant to be. \n\nYou can’t really say you had anything against Joe, other than the fact that he was a gay man who would occasionally be required to spend time with a customer here or there. Most of his time was really spent behind the bar as the main bartender, but the fact that he was gay bothered you. Oh, you had no real problems with gay men being with each other. That was their business, not your business. But at the same time, you had always seen yourself as a “man who liked women”, and that was all there was to it. Only now, as a woman yourself, you were spending more time with men than ever before. And while you still didn’t think of yourself as ‘gay’, you couldn’t help but wonder how you would have coped with mind grafting yourself into the body of a gay man. Hanging around Joe always made you ask yourself if you were going to be grafted back into a clone of your body, but have the same homosexual desires [[as Joe because of your]] experience as a female. \n\n

You were shocked at how easily it had gotten into your mouth. Sure you were in the process of saying “no” and your mouth was a perfectly shaped “O” for him to use, but still. A single warning would have been nice to prepare yourself for it. You instinctively tried to pull back from him, but Kelly’s hand was surprisingly strong on the back of your head and she was able to keep you in place as you felt his cock growing thicker and longer in your mouth without even moving. \n[img[z/i.gif]]\nYou started to gag and Kelly gently pulled you back towards the tip of his cock and let you get your breathing back under control, but she never actually allowed you to move far enough away from him to let his cock out of your mouth. You mumbled the words “stop it”, but it did no good with [[your mouth full of hard]] cock. \n\n

--------------\n“Shut the fuck up, you stupid cunt!” You yell at Eve. “Just shut the fuck up!” \n\n<<pink>>“I’m sorry.”<</pink>> Eve whispers. \n\nAnd then she shocks you by actually crying. Not just sounding like she was crying by her voice, but actually crying. You could hear her sobbing and sniffling as she started to cry inside of your head. You couldn’t really explain it properly. It was almost like looking at yourself in the mirror again, only when you looked in the mirror you saw yourself crying. Only when you tried to wipe your own face with your own hand, you didn’t have any tears at all in your eyes or running down your cheeks. \n\n“Eve, I’m sorry, I really am.” You try to comfort her. “Look, I was wrong to yell at you. And, I didn’t really mean to do it. I really didn’t. But, you just have to give me a second to respond to you before you get hysterical.” \n\n<<pink>>“I’m sorry.”<</pink>> She says between sniffles. <<pink>>“I’m just [[scared and not sure what to]] do.” <</pink>>\n\n

Normally it would have been seen as “bad form” to jump from one ship to the other without saying anything to anyone. Normally. But in your current profession as a slave-trader, there was nothing “normal” about it. Once you got the offer to pilot another ship, it wasn’t exactly up to you but the Slavers’ guild to make the final decision. You had wanted to stay aboard your old ship because you at least knew how it handled at this point. But when the guild says jump, you don’t even bother asking how high, you just jump. \n<<set $trader = "rook">> <<set $ctc = "trader">>\nYet, it wasn’t all bad. Okay, sure you had to prove yourself all over again, and you had to familiarize yourself with an entirely new ship and find that right combinations of controls to alter the thrust ratios to your liking. But that was simply an aspect of your training and would have been true with any ship, even your old one after making any modifications. It was simply a matter of time to get used to a particular thruster being off a few degrees, or the ratio of that thruster being three percent higher or lower than another thruster on that side of the ship. None of this actually bothered you that much. \n<<set $trad = "bad">>\nWhat did bother you was the fact that you had to accept the job because you didn’t have a choice in the matter. It was one thing to step off of a ship and look for a job because you didn’t like your old crew or that someone had died. Most crews would break up after a death and would join another crew as a small pair, or if they were lucky in the matter they could at least know [[which ship a friend]] was on.

Yet, despite knowing the two choices you had available to you at the moment it wasn’t like you could simply walk up to either of the two captains and just ask him flat out to hire you as he relaxed in the bar. You had to make sure to be a little more subtle than that. You had to know what he was looking for as far as crewmembers and see what sort of cargo he was going to be moving. If it was illegal cargo, asking for a job out of the blue was going to get you spaced after he left port. But being legal cargo he would want to know why you were being so secretive about the job in the first place. \n\nIt was a tightrope-tap-dance between being subtle and being clear about your intentions. One misstep in the conversation could being the whole thing tumbling down and you would have to start the whole process over again with another captain when more ships landed and prepared to take off. As strange as it sounded, you started to miss the days when you could simply walk into port and purchase a flight to wherever you wanted to go without having to do more than paying for it. But that was well before you decided to return home, and still had your male body. \n\nBeing a young girl, trying to avoid the authorities, looking at joining a spaceship that may or mat not be smuggling cargo? Well, the whole landscape of space-travel changed and nothing was ever simple anymore. It would have been easier if the mind graft had worked properly and you could have simply nudged Eve along and pointed her in the right direction. Yet, taking over her body and trying to get back and avoid the authorities all at once on your own was not the best use of your time. However, it would make for a very useful training program in the future. \n\nSpeak to [[the captain of the Jameson]].\nSpeak to the captain of [[the Jack of Pride]].

Without any warning at all, he slapped your right asscheek hard enough to make you cry out in a new feeling of pain. And you simply couldn’t stop yourself from instinctively flinching your asshole shut from the slap on your ass. Only the flinching made everything you were feeling at the moment much more intense than dulled. The second and third slap on your ass had the exact same result, which increased the pain, the amount of screams you let out as well as the volume of your protests for him to be gentle. \n\nAnd for once, your protests actually did cause him to be gentle. Now that he was moving at a slower and steady pace, you could take a second or two to at least attempt to clear your mind and remind yourself to relax as much as possible. But your hopes of being able to endure the moment were quickly dashed when he called out Penny’s name. You heard the door open and you could hear her walking up to stand next to the bed, fully aware of the fact that your asshole was stuff full of his hard cock at the moment. \n\n“Where is that other slut?” He asks her. \n\n“Outside, master.” Penny answers. “Shall I send her in?”\n\n“Don’t ask stupid questions.” He admonishes her. “Fuck yes. Send the stupid bitch in her now, and make sure that she stands exactly where you are so that she can witness her friend’s ass getting pumped full of cum.” \n\n“Yes, master.” Penny says. “[[Shall I strip her as well]]?”

It was not what you would call a warm farewell at the port. Your wages had ended the moment the captain had fired you. From that point on, he had started to charge you the going rate as a passenger, although you were never really treated as one, but more like a prisoner. So, you didn’t come away from the trip with nearly as much money as you thought you would. You were stunned to hear that he had done the same thing to Kelly; only instead of charging her passenger rates he had applied “medical transport” to her bill. She actually lost money on the trip, granted she probably still got the same cut from whatever illegal goods the captain had sold while in port. \n<<set $impress = "tougher than you look">>\nBut as far as being a part of his crew? That was over with. You were both left in the same port, trying to apply for the same jobs. Kelly got hired before you did because she had a lot more experience than you. And you couldn’t hold that against the captain that hired her. If you had been him you would have preferred the person with more experience yourself. But you were finally able to find a ship that would take you on, although not at the wages you had expected but a bit more. You were now an experienced crewmember yourself. And while you weren’t a first class mechanic, you had a fair amount of knowledge in how to make repairs, which made a good impression on people, although there were a few questions asked about the fact that you still had a bit of a black eye. \n<<set $trust = "do not know if they can">>\nBut you kind of liked your new ship. It was newer, the cabins were roomier, and not nearly as comfortable, your hiber-bed was two [[times bigger than your last]] one.

If there was one thing about working in the engine compartment it was the fact that it gave you a lot of free time on your hands to think. Since most of the systems were computer controlled, you really didn’t have to do much while folding space other than to make sure that the readings all stayed within a specific range and that nothing went wrong, which would cause multiple alarms to go off. But it also meant that despite being alert all the time, you really weren’t all that busy as far as figuring things out and doing a lot of calculations. Not to mention the fact that since you were in the engine room, nobody was going to come walking in unless called for, except for Jake, and he was only going to show up when he was about to report for his shift to watch over the reactors. \n\nSo you sat there, looking at the controls and trying to get a better understanding of how you and Eve were able to keep in touch with each other given the fact that you weren’t supposed to be aware of her presence at all. Just what exactly did go wrong with the mindgraft that kept a part of her ‘alive’ and able to communicate with you? Not just communicate, but in some cases actually take over if she had to. Granted, it was limited and only lasted for a couple of seconds, normally completely draining her ‘consciousness’ to the point of being unable to communicate with you, but enough that it could be slightly embarrassing, or in some cases rather unsettling. \n\nThe idea that the computer failure obviously was a huge part of it. After all, if the computer had done the job it was supposed to do you wouldn’t be asking yourself a lot of questions. But that wasn’t really it. That only explained how Eve was able to still be around. It didn’t answer how she was able to be completely aware of what was going on with your body, at times alter the way you felt about things, or in some cases actually completely blank you out completely. That little trick she did with asking about your childhood bothered you because as long as you tried to ‘remember’ things that you had decided not to include in your mindgraft, you pretty much became nothing more than [[a mindless zombie as the]] body did whatever it had to do.

You were still cycling through the available emergency switches when the siren finally stopped. You had accidentally hit on the switch to turn off the damn thing, or someone else had killed it for you, you couldn’t take the time to look around and find out. Your fingers barely got finished pressing the “crms” button when the engineer finally came into the room. He simply looked at your control panel, saw the flashing red light of the “crms” button and actually let out a sigh of relief before you were fully aware that he was even in the room. \n<<set $impress = "level headed and quick thinking">>\n“What the fuck?” You say. “I thought you were asleep.” \n<<set $trust = "believe they can">>\n“I would have been.” He says as he smiles at you. “But I rigged the siren to do an emergency wake on the hiber-bed before leaving port. I’ll show you how to do it later. Now, why did you hit the ‘crms’?” \n<<set $expect = "smart and good looking">>\nThe “crms” button was short for critical reactor manual shutdown. It bypassed most of the slower automated systems that pushed control rods into the nuclear reactors to slow the reaction going on and instantly dumped about forty pounds of radioactive absorbent material into the reactor. The result was an inert mass of solid clay after four minutes, but also the best way to prevent the reactor from blowing up in your face with enough force to turn your ship into [[a small sun for two or three days]].

“Penny!” Brad calls out when he was clearly finished. \n\n“Yes, master?” Penny’s voice instantly says from the doorway. \n\n“Keep this cumslut off training for now.” He says. “I want to keep her just the way she is. Is that little cunt outside?” \n\n“Yes, master.” Penny says. \n\n“Send her in.” Brad orders. \n\nWith your one good eye, you see Tracy being pushed into the room the way you had been when you showed up. You could see the look of concern and fear on her face when she sees you in front of the man on your knees with cum all over your face. \n\n“Here, cunt.” He snaps at her. \n\nTracy stands in front of him, head lowered, and without saying a word. You could tell that she was scared that she was going to be the next one that was forced to suck his cock and that after seeing the look of your face; it was not going to be something she could handle. \n\n“Now, I know that you were [[promised a little puppy of]] your own. Weren’t you cunt?” He asks her.

You only had about ten minutes before your main instructor came into the room and looked you over. He didn’t say a single word as he pressed something against your back. You heard the “hissing sound” before your sore body actually registered the pain, but once you did you screamed as the pain shot through your whole body. You could actually smell the burnt flesh and you knew what had just happened. You had been “branded a slave” and had been treated as such. You were still crying from the pain and humiliation of it all when you felt a few more hands pick you up and basically carry you into another room.\n<<silently>> \n<<set $pilot = "basic training">> <<set $medic = "basic training">>\n<<set $bribe = "basic training">> <<set $comp = "basic training">>\n<<set $shoot = "basic training">> <<set $oral = "pathetic">>\n<<set $orre = "gagging">> <<set $vag = "tight">>\n<<set $vagres = "pain">> <<set $anal = "tight">>\n<<set $anres = "pain">> <<set $uare = "not a virgin">>\n<<set $bj += 7>> <<set $swal += 3>> <<set $face += 5>> <<set $fuk += 7>> <<set $cpie += 5>> <<set $con += 4>> <<set $ass += 4>>\n<<set $asscum += 3>> <<set $asson += 2>> <<set $hj += 3>>\n<<set $rape += 1>> <<set $gbang += 1>> <<set $age += 1>> \n<<set $return -= 1>> <<set $fit = "basic training">>\n <<set $fed = "fugitive">> <<set $pris = "none">>\n<<set $union = "unknown">> <<set $congo = "unknown">> \n<<set $states = "unknown">> <<set $slave = "slave">> \n<<endsilently>>\nWhat little hair you had been able to grow back in the last three months was again shaved off of you and you were given another rough shower as several hands cleaned your body of all the cum that was on it. Someone either didn’t care or took great joy in shoving a small nozzle into your ass and you felt the massive blast of water flowing into you. You couldn’t help yourself as your bowels let loose and you ended up making a huge mess on the floor that was quickly washed away by the water from the shower. The process was repeated as they shoved the nozzle into your vagina and again the water flowed freely out of you, only this time it took longer to drain out. \n\nYou were gagged, and your hands were bound behind you as you were directed to a waiting vehicle. You didn’t realize that you were being taken to the port until you heard the loud whines of engines. You were basically dragged by the leash and collar around your neck and shoved into a stasis pod. You had no clue where you were going or who your “master” was going to be. You didn’t even know how long you were going to be in stasis until you were removed and handed over to [[someone else as their slave]].

But both options resulted in the same tactic to counter, a tactic that Rick was already taking care of. You left the door open, just in case someone was foolish enough to run through the hallway as Rick closed the outer airlock door and placed the small charge on it. If anyone opened it from the outside, the charge would easily blow them apart with the door before they could get to the inner door. Once the charge was in place, he quickly shut the inner door and sealed it shut by slamming the magnetic lock on it. At this point, it would take a tank to pry the door open, something that a man in a spacesuit did not have the strength to take care of. \n\nBy sealing the airlock door, that prevented anyone from coming in behind you. It also allowed you to finally pressurize the section you were in, making any man that came through the hallway in his spacesuit, have to deal with the added weight and bulk of his suit, which would seriously hamper his abilities to fight. You waited until Rick was finally out of his spacesuit, and taking position at the door before you started to take your own spacesuit off. \n\nYou smiled at Rick’s raised eyebrows as you stood by the door as nude as the day you were born. But you had learned from your last time in the suit, it simply fit better and more comfortable without any clothes on. You couldn’t help but blow Rick a kiss when you noticed his cock getting hard, but you didn’t think about that as much as the [[other door to the hallway again]].

Finally it was all over with. You finally had sex with the last man in line and had a chance to finally relax. Or so you thought at first. As soon as Shawn got in the bed with you, you knew that something was wrong. And it wasn’t until she forced you to sit up with your legs spread wide and pushed against your stomach that you realized what she was doing. You could feel the three loads of cum seeping out of your vagina with amazing ease. It was as if your inner muscles were working to push the massive wad of cum out of you. \n\nAs soon as it had started, it felt like it was never going to stop. It only took a few seconds for the camera to pick up a ‘good shot’ of the wad of cum leaking from your pussy, but Shawn made sure to spread your vaginal lips a bit further and drove a finger inside of your vagina and actually ‘scrape’ a bit more cum out on her finger, which she then forced you to lick off of her finger for [[the final seconds of the film]]. \n\n

“No, no, no.” You say. “It’s not that. It would just be weird is all. Being my own mother and father at the same time. At least until the baby was mature enough for me to take over its mind.”\n\n<<pink>>“But it’s a way, right?”<</pink>> She asks. <<pink>>“If you, James, got me, Eve, pregnant? Then we could find a way for both of us to stay alive? Right?”<</pink>>\n\n“I think so.” You tell her. “I would need to talk to a few experts before hand. Figure a few things out. Like how do you get a clone to be sexually active when it doesn’t really have a mind of its own?”\n\n<<pink>>“That shouldn’t be a problem.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>> “Seeing how you feel about me and all. I’m pretty sure that even a mindless clone of you can get it up for me. Besides, if nothing else, I’ll just jack him off until he cums inside of me if I have to. [[You just get us home]]; I’ll take care of the rest.”<</pink>> \n----------------------------\n

-------------------------\n<<pink>> “Wow, that was close, wasn’t it. Good thing I was looking out for you.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“How did you miss checking that room before moving up?” <</pink>>\n\n“I don’t know.” You admit. “I guess I just saw Hank moving forward and thought he had already checked it.” \n\n<<pink>>“Next time, don’t be a stupid cow and check it yourself.” <</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>> “I can’t always contact you like that. I had to yell to get you to hear me.”<</pink>>\n\n“I know.” You admit to her. “And I’m grateful. If it wasn’t for you, I would have been shot in the back.”\n\n<<pink>>“Well, it wasn’t your ass I was saving, but my own.”<</pink>> Eve points out. <<pink>> “After all, I do plan on getting my body back from you at some point.”<</pink>>\n\n“Uh, yeah.” You say. “About that? Uh, Eve, honey? You do know that you will probably die when I get back home and they take me out of you? Right?”\n\n<<pink>>“Oh, don’t be silly.”<</pink>> She replies. <<pink>>“You know full well that I don’t have to die at all. That’s just what they keep telling you during your training to make you feel better about having to do a mindgraft. [[You can save me if you want]].”<</pink>>

But once he undressed you and got you on your back, your nerves gave out and you tried your best to come up with a reason to stop before things went too far. But you couldn’t think of anything at all when you felt his hands on the inside of your thighs pushing them apart. You barely had time to look down to see what was going on when you felt the tip of his cock disappearing inside of your vagina for the first time. \n[img[z/ze.JPG]]\nThe pain you felt was sharp and intense. You couldn’t stop from crying out in sheer agony at the sensation of his cock inside of you. You tried to push against him and move your hips away from him because of the pain, not because of the fact you were getting fucked by another guy. But you had no where to go and despite your protests and telling him over and over that it hurt, he didn’t stop moving his hips and driving his cock [[inside of you again]] and again. \n\n

You didn’t even hesitate as you slipped your cock into her vagina, but Eve stopped you with a hand on your chest, reached under her and lined your cock up with her asshole. You felt the tip slipping into her tight ass, as she stood up straighter, reached behind her and grabbed the back of your head and tried to lean back to kiss you. \n\n“Oh, Eve.” You whisper against her ear. \n\n<<pink>>You haven’t felt anything yet.<</pink>> She replies as she smiles. <<pink>>You are [[in my world now]].” <</pink>>\n\n

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Brad says as he walks out of the room behind you. “Just remember the next time you are supposed to be a fresh catch, put up a fight. Or else sweet little puppy gets tossed out of a spaceship.” \n\n“Yes, master.” Tracy says instantly. “Next time I will do better, I swear. Just don’t hurt Poppy. Please?” \n\n“Get the fuck out of my face cunt. Go wash up.” Brad says as he dismisses her completely from his mind. \n\n“Yes, master.” You both say as one. \n\nYou both knew that not acknowledging his orders, even a dismissive one, was just as bad as refusing his orders. Best to let him hear you say you heard him wrongly than not heard him at all. Even in a rather loud environment such as the party, with Tim’s arms around your waists and completely nude in front of almost three hundred people or more. You still had to be fully aware of what Brad did or said because not knowing could result in a punishment that would have been [[painful for you and anyone else that was close]] by. \n\n

You should have known better than to trust a man that worked on a slave-ship. The captain couldn’t keep his mouth shut. The next time that you were out of our hiber-bed and sharing a meal with a couple of the crewmembers, he had to say something about what you did on the bridge of the ship. \n\n“I’m telling you.” He says as she puts an arm around your shoulder. “She blew me right then and there. Come on honey; tell the guys what it was like sucking the captain’s dick. I bet you loved it.” \n\nYou kept your mouth shut, hoping to get away from the man as soon as possible. But he wasn’t done teasing you about the whole thing just yet. He actually grabbed your face and forced your mouth to open and closed as he “spoke” for you. \n\n“I loved it.” He says in a high pitched voice. “It was the best dick in the universe. I wish I could do it right now.” \n\nBut you had enough of his shit and you quickly brought your arm up and knocked his arm off your shoulder. The captain started to laugh and grabbed you by the arm when you tried to step away from him. Instinctively you grabbed for the knife on your hip and swung it at [[him as he turned you around]]. \n\n

It had been a long wait, but as the small community was settling in for the night, an odd silence crept over the evening. It wasn’t exactly “late” at least not as far as you were concerned, but you really didn’t know how long the nights lasted or the days lasted on this planet. As far as you knew, the days could be 20 hours long and the nights only four or five hours. All you know for sure is that when the orders were given to move out and get into position, more than a “few” lights had been turned off as family started to go to bed. \n\nBut there was something that made breaking into a house late at night a little more thrilling for you. Instead of using breaching charges, or stun grenades after kicking the doors in, there was something about trying to shorting out security locks and actually picking a lock open that made everything seem to be more adventurous for you. Forget the inherent violence of your job, forget the possibility of a life or death situation, there was something that struck you as being ‘naughty’ about silently breaking into a house in the middle of the night while people slept. It made you feel more like you were on some covert mission to capture an outlaw rather than being an outlaw yourself. \n\nAnd of course, moving through the house late at night when people were sleeping gave you an odd ‘voyeuristic’ feeling as well. Being able to see random pictures on the walls, the state of furniture or decorations. You could tell a whole lot about a person simply [[by stepping into their]] house for the first time at night.

Your screams a few minutes ago about having your vagina stretched and penetrated by his hard dick was replaced by screams of passion as you rode out your climax. And if there was any doubt to the fact that you were having a climax, well those doubts were quickly put to rest when you heard Eve’s voice again begging for you to tell Tracy to stop because it was too much for her to take. \n\nIt took all the force you could muster to finally move away from Tracy’s tongue. But as soon as you did move away from her tongue, your body couldn’t support itself on the bed. You ended up, face down on your stomach, panting for air like a dog yourself as you tried to recover. But sadly from your new position on the bed you were finally able to look over your shoulder behind you as Tracy’s head was starting to move back and forth as she cleaned off the cum on his dick before he went completely soft. \n\n“Good, girl.” Brad says as he actually runs his hand over her head as if he was soothing her. “Make sure daddy’s dick is nice and clean. That’s it, roll your tongue and clean it all up. You will make that [[puppy real happy with the]] care you give it.” \n\n

But it was a quick shower of only a few seconds before you were directed to the dryer section and the blast of hot air against your skin felt great. You actually smiled and raised your arms over your head without being told to do so and pulled the cloth off your head and tossed it into the recycling bin on the way out. You felt great and vitalized from the sudden cold and heat, but still completely humiliated from being paraded around nude until you were issued a silver jumpsuit that hung loose on you body. One size fit all outfits simply meant that they were made for really fat people and thin people had to wear it as best as possible. \n\nYet decon wasn’t the same for males. They were at least able to keep their underwear on and they were basically sprayed with a slight mist, not actually showered from above. And while the female decon included a dryer, the male version didn’t, leaving the mist on your body to evaporate before being cleared. No wonder a female took longer to go through decon than a male did. They had more to put up with than you were used to and it took time. You had just assumed it was because they were stalling and trying to ‘look good’ after going through the process. \n\nBut as bad as going through decon was, going through customs was a lot harder. Your luggage was inspected by people by hand. But your body was inspected by doctors, x-rays, MRI and with a DNA sample taken and compared to both your passport and a central database of “incoming passengers” that was forwarded via download from the ship you landed on. If anything was being smuggled, it was impossible to do it by swallowing it or injecting into your body. And if that DNA sample didn’t match? Oh, that would set off all sorts of alarms until you were cleared by central processing and that could take weeks to get the information from your [[original planet]] of travel.

But the thrill of not having to put a butt plug into your ass was quickly countered when you saw what was by far the rarest thing in the world to you at this point. No man, no matter how important was allowed to be in the concubine quarters other than three men. There was your overall master Brad who was allowed to go wherever he wanted. Tim of course would occasionally show up and talk to Penny from time to time, but that was mostly a ‘professional meeting’ sort of thing as he checked up on the concubines and made sure there were no problems. And then there was Dave the “trainer” who could enter, but only if he was supervised and normally when he was going to punish one of the girls for breaking one of the very few rules you had. Most of the ‘punishment’ was dealt with by Penny in various ways. \n\nBut there he stood, with a very evil smile on his face as he kept his eyes locked on you the whole time. You felt his eyes burning into your soul as you prepared your breakfast and took a seat to start eating. Only you were ordered to put your fork down and go back to the small cubicle you got food and order a bowl of cereal instead of some scrambled eggs. You felt like telling Penny to go fuck herself, but Dave’s presence in the small eating area kept you from saying anything at all as you did as you were told. \n\n“Uh, Penny?” You ask as you sat back down again. “Is there any milk?” \n\n“Why do you ask?” She counters. \n\n“Well? I’m not a fan of having cereal for breakfast.” You tell her. “Especially without milk.” \n\n“Well, how about that?” Penny asks as she smiles a disturbing smile. “I’m sorry, but we don’t have any milk this morning.” \n\n“That’s not true.” Dave suddenly says. “There’s [[plenty of milk]].”

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The next motion was one that caught you completely off guard. The captain slammed your head against his crotch and you could feel the tip of his hard cock in the back of your mouth. You gagged merciless around his cock, taking care not to bite down like you wanted to. If he felt you biting on him he would have killed you without remorse. But you couldn’t breathe at the moment. Your throat was filled with his cock and you couldn’t get your nose to take in any air at all. \n[img[z/u.JPG]]\nAgain he pulled you back off of him and you instantly gasped for air. It was a struggle to gain control of yourself as you held your hands against his thighs to keep your head away from his crotch and you saw the huge mass of spit on his cock. It made him look like he was coated with cum and you felt your head pulled closer and closer to his cock again. You couldn’t shake the concept of his cock being smothered with semen and you started to imagine tasting it even [[though there was none on him]]. \n\n

Looking around the bar, you noticed only small little snippets as the fight continued. You saw Geoff holding onto a guy as Mack punched him in the gut. For just a second it looked like one of those old comedy-vids. But unlike the vids, when it happened in real life it wasn’t long before the man getting punched folded up and tried to cover himself. Someone had grabbed Cathy’s hair and was trying to pull her hair out, but a quick right cross from you forced the woman to let go of Cathy’s hair right away. David had been knocked down, or possibly knocked out, with someone standing over him when William came flying up from behind and tackling the man standing over David. Somewhere in the middle of the fight someone had really “rung your bell” pretty good and had caused your nose to bleed. If it was broken or not, you were too drunk and too worked up to really notice. \n[img[z/59.JPG]]\nThere was no real way to tell just how long the fight lasted. But that was because nobody was able to look at the clock on the wall or their own timepieces. You had heard a single whistle, one of several that night, and then a loud explosion from the middle of the bar. And that was it. After the effects of the police force’s stun grenades you woke up the next [[morning with a horrible hangover]] and sitting in a jail cell with Cathy.

You feel Tracy shoving your head so hard that it actually hurts. Your face is pressed against his crotch and inner thigh because she is shoving so hard. You couldn’t be sure, but from the way your head felt she might have actually risen up from her seat to be sure to push your head down as much as possible. And you could not help but actually try to fight her to get your head up from his cock. \n[img[z/zaw.JPG]]\nBut it was pointless. She had too much leverage on you and there was nowhere for you go when he started to cum. You felt his cock pulsing in your mouth and the salty taste of his semen flooded your throat and mouth. If you wanted to be able to breathe at all at this point you had no choice but to try to swallow every drop that he released in your mouth. You were starting to really struggle between Tracy pushing your head down and not being able to breathe while trying to swallow to get the foul hot liquid out of your mouth. You couldn’t last much longer and you were starting to think of biting down on him when Tracy suddenly lifts your head off of [[him without being told to]].

Oh shit, what the hell was going on? You had no desire at all to fuck him, and seeing his average sized dick made you want to get out of the bed and run out of the apartment more than anything else. But where would you go? What would you eat? Where would you stay? How do you move about the city without your own transportation at this time of night? The only available services were taxis and they would be required to keep a record of who they picked up, where they were picked up from and where they were dropped off. Taking a taxi this late at night was about as private as having a police escort. \n\nAnd after turning down having sex with him in the first place, refusing to do “something” with him would only make things worse for you. You didn’t really give a shit about the so-called relationship you were supposed to be in with the guy. Mostly because as soon as you could get away from him you never planned on seeing him again in your life. But as long as you were forced to stick around him, the more you got along with him the more freedom you would have to do your own thing. But this was too much, wasn’t it? \n\n[[You can do it if you]] don’t think about it too much. \nNo, you couldn’t do this, [[not your first]] ‘night’ as a girl.

But the fighting was over, the ship was yours and there wasn’t anyone left alive from the other crew. The “looting” process wasn’t exactly easy to get through. The injured being treated back on your own ship slowed you down because you didn’t have enough people to be quick about looting the ship. And with the ones who could move around without help being too weak or shaken from combat and close calls, there really wasn’t the “eagerness” that you would have expected from looting another ship for valuables. \n\nAnd yet, that really wasn’t the problem with you. You were more or less completely spent in a way you have never felt before. You had a hard time focusing on anything that was more than three feet in front of you. You would have to read a shipping container’s manifest two or three times to get an idea of what was in the container before opening it. When you started to head back to your own ship, you had to be stopped because you hadn’t sealed your own spacesuit properly the first time around. A fatal error if you hadn’t been double checked by someone else before leaving. \n\nAnd when you got to the engine room things were even worse. You had to close your eyes and take several deep breaths through your nose as you ran over the process again and again, just to get it right. Even then, you had to double check the manuals at least four or five times before you were satisfied that you “might have” gotten everything just right. Thankfully Irene came into the engine room with her arm wrapped and in a sling, but at least she was a little more clearheaded than you were and double checked over the settings before announcing that you had done everything right and the ship was ready to fold space again. \n\nIrene was either too wound up from the close call to go to sleep, or probably on some kind of stimulant to keep her alert to fall asleep, or simply felt a little guilty about leaving you all on your own to loot and switch the engines from standby to full power to take time off. All you know for sure is that when she told you to get some sleep you were far too happy to oblige that you didn’t even bother taking a shower before getting into bed. Almost as soon as you were finally able to get some [[rest and close your eyes you]] were sound asleep.

It might not do any good in the long run, but it might also mean that you weren’t the only one who ended up having things rammed into your pelvis with force by large men. It was just as likely that ‘abusing’ a girl who worked at the Red Rabbit could cause the man being abused with blunt and sharp weapons over and over, if not killed. \n[img[z/46.gif]]\nBut you tried to keep that thought to yourself as the final man approached you on the bed. He wasn’t particularly large, at least not compared to the other men who had already been with you, but he did seem to be the one that had the most lasting power as far as holding off on his climax. You were amazed that he has able to keep fucking you far longer than anyone else had been able to. But like all men, at some point the pleasure far outweighed the effort to hold back his [[climax and he started to]] pump his cock into you as he came. \n\n

The items that were displayed ‘proudly’ stood out more because of how much they caught your eyes as you moved through the house. The odd animal’s head on the wall told you that his was a rustic family, one that took pride in their hunting abilities. The odd little knickknacks on the dresser told you that they had a more ‘low-brow’ sense of humor. Just little things here and there that gave you a picture of what the people were like without having met them before now. \n\nOf course the raid itself was something that you expected. A quick peek into the room and you could pop off a couple of tranquilizers as they slept, putting them into a drug-induced sleep that would last for hours. Of course, with Mack’s help, securing the house was only a matter of minutes. Easily drugging everyone and carrying them to the front door for quicker and easier pick-up when the order was given to bring the rover closer to town. Everything was going smoothly and quickly, an odd switch after having to spend so much time waiting for the sun to go down and waiting for the order to start your assault on the community. \n\nOnly if your luck could have held out for another ten or twenty minutes. That was all you needed to finish loading the rover. You had already loaded your captured victims onto the rover and was watching over the vehicle as others loaded it up. Only you never heard or saw the vehicle approaching out of the woods. No lights, no motor, or at least no motor noise that you could hear, and without any warning the first shot from their main weapon rang out through the night, landing mere [[feet from the rover itself]].

“Fuck.” The navigator suddenly says as he frantically pulls up every piece of information he could get on the planet.\n\nYou frantically alternated between cranking the chemical-based thrusters to maximum and only turning them off long enough to try the engines again. You couldn’t burn the thrusters while the engine process was running, it would have simply shredded the entire engine mounts if you did. It was a frantic few seconds as the ground continued to get closer and closer without the slightest indication of slowing down. \n\n“Here.” The navigator suddenly calls out as he shifts his display over to your main screen. “Try to aim for the swamps. It might slow us down.” \n\n“And do what?” You ask him. “Drown us instead of splatter us?” \n\n“It sure as fuck [[beats slamming into the mountains]].” He counters. \n\n

The results of using the two grenades weren’t really all that impressive by themselves. There really wasn’t any noise as you had kept the inner and out airlocks open, so there was no air to hear anything at all. But the resulting lightshow would have made the most drug induced addict excited and thrilled. \n[img[z/5.JPG]]\nOne grenade had a blue tint to the explosion, mostly because it wasn’t really an explosion so much as a massive release of electricity that was designed to overload the circuits of anything within a 200 foot radius. You could see the lights starting to flicker a few sparks from overloaded power boards going off and the red alarm lights blinking off and on before finally going dark. All of that happened in just a couple of seconds, just long enough for [[the second grenade to go off]]. \n\n

But thankfully, at least as far as you were concerned, after Joe finally got his climax there was no need for either one of you to keep pretending that you had to be anywhere near him. You were able to get off of the bed and put your bathing suit back on without him complaining about it. And by the time that you had finished using the strong minted mouth wash in the bathroom and combed your hair and cleaned up any smeared makeup, he was already snoring on the bed. \n\nYou simply left him on the bed, still completely nude, sleeping after a climax and walked out of the hotel room and down to the lobby. It only took a few seconds for one of the cabs to pull up to pick you up, and you were able to charge the ride back to the space port to the room by giving the driver the room that Joe was staying in. After having sex with you and flooding your mouth like he did, the least he could do was pay for the [[cab back to the port for]] you. \n\n

The two planets that had collided hung in the sky like two huge titans still engaged in combat. You couldn’t see it directly, but you had heard that the two planets were still in the process of constantly colliding with each other and breaking off more asteroids to mine as the planets actually slowly grinded themselves to rubble. Yet, the huge asteroids that you could see by the naked eye were only the “large ones”. There were unknown countless hundreds, if not thousands that were smaller that you couldn’t see at the moment and they were the ones that tended to have the richest minerals to mine.\n\n You would never be able to forget the view you had above you, and yet as far as the surface of the “moon” you were on? Well, you couldn’t tell much of it other than the fact that it was green and more of a “mossy carpet than forest”. This was actually what it was. The surface of Binder was more of a “moss” than “grass”. It was enough to provide some oxygen but not enough to provide enough to live on the surface all the time. \n\nMost of the centralized areas of Binder were underground as the moon was still being terra-formed. It was a long process that would still take at least two or three more generations, but at least underground you had the advantage of not having to constantly worry about the lack of an atmosphere like you would on the asteroids. But neither would you be able to look upward and tell if it was night or day. You were completely cut off from any sunlight and it was somewhat disturbing as the line-rail again went underground and you felt your body pressed against the [[harness at another]] 3’G for several seconds.

And Dana? Well, Dana was pretty much the flip-side of the coin as far as how Eve felt. Eve could never really prove that Dana was a lesbian, but she was a little ‘too friendly’ at times for Eve’s comfort. \n[img[z/62.JPG]]\nAnd the way that Dana tended to want to spend so much time with you, made Eve question her ever move as if there was some sort of hidden agenda behind it all. Was she really just trying to be your friend, or was she trying to be your friend to make it easier for the two of you to be together while working and not working? Was she simply friendly to you because of the fact that she was the closest to your age and hasn’t been working as long as the others? Or was she occasionally asking you to see some of her regulars because she was worried you couldn’t make rent at all and would be kicked out? No matter what Dana did to try to help you out, Eve always saw it as some kind of plan for Dana’s own [[personal enjoyment at some]] point down the road. \n\n

------------------------\n<<pink>>“God, what a wimp.”<</pink>> A voice echoes in your head. <<pink>>“All the times you came all over a girl’s face and you couldn’t do it yourself? What a wimp.” <</pink>> \n\n“But, I’m a guy.” You tell the voice. “It is different for a guy.”\n\n<<pink>>“Is it?”<</pink>> The voice counters. <<pink>>“Gay guys do it all the time and they don’t complain.” <</pink>> \n\n“But I’m not gay.” You tell the voice. \n\n<<pink>>“That’s right.” <</pink>> The voice points out. <<pink>>“You are a girl. People like it when a girl has cum on her face. [[You used to like it]]. Remember?” <</pink>> \n\n---------------------------\n

The odd thing was, you wanted to protest, you wanted to leave the room, you wanted to punch him in the nuts and take off running back to the ship. Only once you got on your knees in front of him, you found your mouth opening up on its own as his hard dick slide through your lips. \n[img[z/23.gif]]\n-------------\n<<pink>>“Fuck yeah.”<</pink>> Eve suddenly says in your mind. <<pink>>“Well, [[now you are just one of the girls]]. Let’s have some fun.” <</pink>>\n----------\n\n

And you were also allowed to sit out the morning “training” required to properly suck a dick. An exercise that you were slightly torn about on a personal level. Watching the other girls easily going all the way down on lifelike dildos of various sizes and thickness was still slightly arousing to you. But the knowledge that each of the girls had learned how to be so damn skilled at taking a cock all the way into her mouth was not a “natural talent” but one that she had been forced to learn the hard way, by having a real one shoved into her mouth until she got used to accepting it. And you knew that your own “training” was going to be just like Tracy’s. Not with a classroom, but by being forced to do it in the bedroom regardless of your lack of skill or tolerances. \n[img[z/11.JPG][bednow]]

So, when smuggling people? Well, it was easier to just blow the ship up if you suspected someone was a criminal, which obviously would have been extremely bad news for the smugglers. And that was the real danger with dealing with people, the fact that the risks of being killed increased with each person who stepped onboard. The only way to avoid the risks was to keep a person in the engineering department, hidden in a small cubicle that was impossible to scan due to the reactors. But then again, who would want to spend weeks at a time in a cubicle no bigger than a closet knowing that on the other side of the thin walls were two reactors running all the time? \n\nAnd yet, the problem with smuggling was the fact that you still had to make a profit. And in order to make a profit, you had to be careful about what you accepted to smuggle and for whom. It would do you no good at all to sneak three tons of illegal items onto a planet that was hoping to sell the 30 tons of the same thing to another planet. Nor was it any good to accept a deal to smuggle something for 4 thousand credits when the people who arranged the deal were going to be making 400 million credits for it. It also didn’t help that you might end up being stuck with a shipment of cargo that missed a delivery date by two or three days and nobody was willing to take it, meaning you now had to deal with two tons of hibernating animals in your cargo hold for six or seven months looking for a new buyer. \n\nNo, smuggling was still needed and still profitable, but only under the right conditions and when dealing with the right people. You had been lucky enough to sign up with a ship that had some kind of organized criminal connections, but also lucky enough to have an experienced captain that was able to plan things properly. And unlike some ‘privately hired ships’, the captain was also smart enough to find completely legal supplies to transport as well to help offset the cost and to provide enough reasons to insist on [[meeting deadlines and cargo requirements]]. So, in a way you were rather lucky in that regard.

But you saw him pushing her head off of his cock and he ordered both of you to keep your mouths open as he came. You know that Tracy’s oral skills had gotten him to climax sooner than he expected, but you were the one that most of his cum landed on. While you were thankful that you didn’t get any of it in your mouth, but all over your face, it bothered you that Tracy instantly started to lick it off of you. \n[img[z/zax.JPG]]\nIt was worse when Tracy suddenly grabbed your head and kissed you, forcing all of his cum into your mouth and held her lips against your own, leaving you no other option but to swallow the massive mess of cum and spit, simply to be able to breathe. You were stunned that the taste didn’t really bother you as much as you thought it would, but that might be because of the overwhelming scent of Tracy’s fragrance in your nose masking to flavor. She had a slightly sweaty smell from all the effort she was putting into sucking his cock, and yet a sweet smell from the perfume you were all required to [[wear while in the house]]. \n\n

It wasn’t really a completely honest story, and while you were riding the rover back to the ship, Mack was forced to tell the whole story to the captain as you rode along in silence, wondering just how long it was going to be before someone jumped all over you for fucking things up for everyone. Only nobody did. Oh they weren’t happy, that much was clear from the looks you got, but nobody gave you hard time about it either. \n\nAt least not right away. But once the ship was back in space and had folded space again to report to your home port, you were called into the captain’s cabin to have “a little talk” about your actions during the raid. A talk that ended up being chewed out, at least in private anyway, about being careless and using a deadly weapon against a potential target. The captain then proceeded to inform you that you were going to be docked the pay for the trip to the planet, as it was your fault nobody had been able to capture a slave. He couldn’t really take your pay for the trip back, as that was considered a different trip completely. But without having a chance for any ‘bonuses’ due to the number of slaves captured, or bonuses from the slaves you caught being sold? Well, having half your pay taken from you was going to hurt, at least as far as your bank account was concerned. \n\nAs far as hurting your standing with the crew? Well, that was kind of hard to judge. It wasn’t like you were able to get along with them that well to begin with as your time was mostly spent on the bridge to begin with. But now that the trip back was underway, there was a feeling of looking more towards being home than hanging out together on the ship. At least with some of the crew. The others were simply willing to accept the fact that your quick actions [[had at least kept]] everyone “whole”, so that wasn’t really a bad thing.

“Look, I just need to think. Okay.” You tell her. “I mean, you make it sound better than it is. But no matter how you present it, you are still talking about sex for money.” \n\n“True.” She replies. “But it is the same with any service provider. You don’t provide services for free, neither do I. You have the product that I’m selling, and that means that you have just as much to say about the matter as I do. But you are right, no matter how you try to cover it up; it is still paying money for sex and nothing else.”\n\n“I got the money to pay you for a room and something to eat.” You tell her. “But for now, I just need a place to stay for the night and think about what to do.” \n\n“I understand.” She says. “Like I said, first night is free. Maybe not the food, but the room is. Honey, I’m not going to try to talk you into it or out of it. I’m just letting you know that while you are on Binder, you will not find a better place to be than here. If you don’t believe me, just talk to a few of the girls while you are here. Don’t get in the way of business, but talk to a couple of them. They all have horror stories from before they came here. If you don’t want to do it, then just let me know. But I need an answer before noon tomorrow. If the answer is yes, then we will go over the rules and get you started. If the answer is no? Well, we’ll cover [[that ground when we get]] to it.”

As a guy you knew that you used to like it more when a female would suck your cock and swallow without complaining about it, or having to be asked. There was a reason that girls who did that were so special, they were extremely rare to find. Oh sure, a lot of girls would do it if you asked them to or if you had just the right “tone” to your voice to tell them to do it without making it sound like an order. But the girls who simply kept sucking your cock as you unloaded inside of her mouth because she wanted to? Oh, those were the ones that you kept as long as possible. \n\nBut the thought of swallowing his cum made you sick to your stomach. The fact that you could already taste his precum was starting to make you feel bad and you knew that if he came in your mouth that you would instantly spit it out and probably throw up all over the place. No, you simply couldn’t even imagine yourself doing something like that, especially since you were just trying to get through sucking on his cock without gagging. There was a limit that you would be willing to do, and swallowing was well beyond your limits. \n\nYet, you had to try to win him over if possible as well. You were trying desperately to just get sucking on his dick. And if you were thinking about not swallowing when he came you had to do something, and that left being willing to take his load on your face. Something that you were not really looking forward to because that would mean willingly putting yourself “in the line of fire” so to speak. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. \n\nBut you only had seconds to think about it as he started to warn you that he was getting close to cumming. \n\nYou will try [[to swallow afraid of what]] will happen . \nYou knew that [[you would not be able to finish]] him off with your mouth.

Again the two of you circled each other. The knife was the only thing that gave you the slightest edge in the fight. He was taller, stronger, and accustomed to rough situations. You were younger, probably in better shape overall and held a knife. It wasn’t really a big advantage for you but it at least balanced the scales as you looked for an opening and prepared for his next attack. \n\nYet his next attack proved to be one that was overwhelming. Instead of simply reaching for you, he charged you in one quick motion and wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off your feet. You quickly reacted the only way you could and brought the knife down against his back. It wasn’t really effective to do much more than make him angrier than he already was, but at least it got a satisfying yell from him. Only the knife handle broke upon impact, leaving the blade buried into the shoulder of his back. \n\nAnd since you were off your feet there wasn’t anywhere for you to go at the moment. You were at the mercy of his motions and the way that he slammed you onto the metal floor not only knocked the wind out of you, but dazed you when your head bounced off the metal. You felt him on top of you and your shirt being ripped apart. For someone who was trying to get away from him, you had nowhere to go [[or defend yourself at this point]]. \n\n

Somewhere between her teasing you about fucking her and the thought about having a child that would really be you, you completely forgot about the events of what happened in the cargo bay. You couldn’t really understand what it was that made you completely ignore the fact that Eve was a mass murderer. To you she was the sexiest woman alive as well as the best mother in the world. And despite knowing that you were inside of her body and mind, you had never been as aroused in your life as you had several dreams of watching your male self fucking your female self again and again. \n\nBut was it even possible to have your own kid with a clone? Well, maybe not emotionally. A matured clone could probably walk and breathe normally, and probably be able to have sex as well now that you think about it. Anything that didn’t really involve “thinking” in anyway the clone could do. But it wouldn’t have any feelings about the matter, and it couldn’t talk to express itself. It couldn’t even figure out that two plus two equaled four, or how to even take a shower by itself. But physically it could have a child with a female that was willing. \n\nAnd then what? What if Eve did get pregnant by your own clone? What then? Well, in theory, your own baby would be genetically inclined to be influenced by your own brainwaves in a way. It would be a slow and easy process as the baby matured inside of you to shift your awareness from Eve’s body into the baby’s body. By the time that the baby was due to be born, you would mostly be inside of the baby’s body and Eve’s own brainwaves would have time to return to normal, leaving her back in control of her own body again without killing her. In a way, it was a possible solution to the problem you had without having to kill her at all. But then again, if you really thought about it, with multiple clones and mindgrafts into females, it was possible to find [[a way to become immortal]].

You don’t even have time to feel anything as the water, the downed trees, the rocks, even the ground, easily crushed you in mere seconds before ripping the metal of the ship apart. \n[img[z/za.JPG]]\nThe authorities never found the occupants of the cockpit and only bothered to salvage as much as possible from the ship simply to see what sort of value was in the spare metal. Your grave is an unmarked tomb within the swamps of some planet you never even bothered to learn the name of. \n\nLook at your [[final stats]].

You feel his hand grabbing your arm as he drags you out of the cargo bay, ordering Larry to clean up the mess and salvage what he could. Maybe it wasn’t all wasted, but there was no doubt that the captain thought that the cargo had been ruined. You stood next to him as he opened up his cabin door and you were shoved into his room rather forcefully as he locked the door behind him. \n[img[z/zbj.JPG]]\nFor the next few minutes the captain punches you and slaps you for something that you didn’t do in a pure fit of rage. He barely stops short of kicking you, but as far as actually hitting you in the gut with a closed fist or slapping your face as hard as he could? Well, in that regard he didn’t pull any punches, so to speak. You tried to defend yourself, but it did no good as [[he continued to hit you]]. \n\n

You thought about the others on the ship, and you were at least cordial to them whenever you talked to them. But you lit up with excitement whenever Cindy or Scott was in the room with you, and when the three of you were together you were like a little kid at a birthday party, just looking forward until you could get hold of your toys and play with them all night long.\n\nBut as much as it was driving you crazy, you weren’t able to do much with either one of them. Oh sure, you had some nice talks and you blatantly flirted with both of them whenever you could get near them. But being able to talk to someone and have sex with them were two completely different things on a ship this small. You needed room in order to have privacy, and you didn’t have much room as it was. \n\nAnd then you found yourself too busy piloting the ship to think about them. You had already landed the ship twice, on your own, and by now it was something you were comfortable with. You could tell which thruster was sluggish and which was in need of being leveled back more. It was a strange ratio of thrust and speed, and while you were able to make adjustments on the go, you were like most new pilots and wanted all of your thrusters to have the same lift ratio and reaction [[time when you turned them]] on.

Sadly you were unlucky in the fact that you were informed from the moment that you stepped onboard the ship that you would be required to provide any patrol ships or military vehicle that stopped you for inspection with a ‘bribe’ that only females could provide, a bribe of sexual favors. And while you weren’t really shocked by the news you were not looking forward to it. Of course, given the looks and personalities of both Lucy and Becky, you didn’t really think that it would be much of a problem. If anything, those two would probably volunteer for the ‘requirement’ before you were going to be asked. \n\nAnd while you did enjoy working in the engine room, you didn’t really enjoy working with Jake all that much. He was a tyrant while working in the engine compartment. Nothing was “perfect” for him and he was always quick to jump all over you for the smallest mistake in settings or taking too long to read off a display or make an adjustment. Not to mention the constant need to double check your work every step of the way before allowing you to get off duty or doing some silly ‘pop quiz’ whenever you started your shift at the controls. \n\nThe only reason you had been able to avoid snapping at him and biting his head off was the fact that when he was outside of the engine compartment he was possibly the nicest guy in the world to be around. Always quick with a joke during a meal, would often insist that you be allowed to take your time and eat and offered you a refill of your drink without having to be asked, would even go so far as to simply sit next to you and have a conversation while you ate so that you could actually [[enjoy your meal instead of rushing]] through it.

You threw the grenade through the small opening in the grate on the window and quickly broke through the glass on the other side of the grate. Your efforts weren’t “perfect” as you cut your hand rather badly in the process. So much so that you had no choice but to forget about the large rifle you were using and switch to the smaller pistol. It was about as effective thanks to the tranquilizers, but didn’t have the range of the rifle, meaning you had to be closer and more accurate with your shots. \n[img[z/zah.JPG]]\nBut the grenade helped to shake the door frame loose and your next kick easily knocked the door out of the way. You stormed into the building as the debris from the grenade was still in the air, and quickly scanned the room as fast as possible. You were stunned to see that there wasn’t a single piece of furniture in the room that wasn’t damaged or on fire. Yet, you didn’t see anyone, and it looked more like this house was being used more [[for storage than for living in]]. \n\n

Then there was the medical officer who insisted that the crew submit to having a complete physical before he would allow you to land. Of course, a complete physical simply meant that he would have to be sure to check everyone for any sort of sexually transmitted disease. His method of checking you over? Well, having sex of course. \n[img[z/x.gif]]\nThe only thing that saved you from having to put up with him for long was the fact that he was rather quick as far as getting to climax. And you were grateful that he was at least “kind enough” to pull out of you right before he came. Of course, in exchange for pulling out he insisted on fucking you without any sort of protection at all. Then after he was done and his cum was still on your body, he actually checked you out for any STD’s that you might have, completely ignoring the fact that he might have just given you one himself. But that didn’t really seem likely as most military vehicles were very strict on hygiene, to the point of actually [[quarantining people]] who had a common sniffle. \n\n

“So, I just need to know if we are okay.” You tell her. \n\nKelly lets out a long sigh as she leans back against the wall. She tries to offer you a smile, but you can tell that it is one that is strained. But she at least is nice enough to try to say something to make you feel better. \n\n“Look, Eve.” She says. “It’s been rough on me too, us having a problem and all. I don’t know if I should just ignore it or really hash it out with you. Physically it was fun. But I don’t normally go that way. And I don’t mean to be cruel, but if you do? Well, that might be a problem.” \n\n“No, not really.” You tell her as you pop another sweet in your mouth. “I mean, not the way you mean it. I like girls, sure. I mean, they are nice to look at and really smell nice. But no, I don’t normally go that way either.” \n\n“You could have fooled me.” Kelly says. “No offense, but you were pretty good for your first time. That’s why I thought you went that way.” \n\n“Thanks.” You say as you feel lightheaded and pop another sweet into your mouth. “Maybe it was all the years of practice as a guy. You know? If I had my old body, I would love to show you what I could do.” \n\n“[[Old body]]?” Kelly asks.

And then there was you and Tracy, all alone in front of the three men. They clearly had something in mind for the two of you and there was a slightly heated debate between the two younger men sitting across the table from each other. The older man simply sat at the head of the table and watched the two men discuss what to do with the two of you. You wished that you could have been closer to hear what was being said. But they had leaned across the table to talk and were talking too softly to be heard this far away. \n\nThe old man finally raised his hand and silenced the two younger ones and leaned back in his seat and just looked at the two of you. It was hard to tell what he was thinking about at the moment. He was looking at you, but the far off look in his eyes at the moment could have been because he was trying to decide on what to have for supper later on that night. Or maybe he was trying to remember if he wanted to go to the mountains or the beach. There was simply no way of knowing what he was thinking and it bothered you. \n\n“Okay, here’s what we are going to do.” He finally says loud enough for you to hear him as he addresses the two younger men. “Brad, you get the two twats to do with as you see fit. Jordan, you get the cabin and your sister can keep the farm. That way everyone gets something. It is either that or we cut one of these bitches in half and you decide if you want the left or right side.” \n\n“No, that’s fair.” Jordan says. “But that older one? Well, I’ve [[heard about her]]. She’s trouble.”

You got to the table and served the man on the left first like you were told then placed the other drinks around the table in front of the other men. Ernie raised an eyebrow when he saw you, clearly recognizing you, but he didn’t say anything. In fact, he completely ignored you like you were supposed to ignore him unless ordered to get more drinks or food. \n\nBut it was difficult to ignore the men at the table as they were talking about some sort of plan to get weapons to the criminals in exchange for more money. There was a disagreement on where to exchange the weapons and you were not supposed to be exposed to this sort of conversation and it bothered you. Not so much because you were hearing things that you weren’t supposed to hear, but because if the colonel started to ask questions about you? Well, there was no telling if you would even make it out of the room let alone make it through the night. \n\n“Two million.” The colonel says. “That’s the best I can do.” \n\n“One point 8.” The man who was clearly the boss says. \n\nThe colonel suddenly grows quiet and looks at you. Something that worried you because you were pretty sure at this point that your face was posted on several wanted posters as a deserter at this point. Yes, it may have taken awhile for the notice to arrest you on sight had reached this far from Hoffman, but it was possible that he could arrest you and nobody would have stopped him. It would have been bad timing on his part to do it in such a place, but if he recognized you he could easily use your warrant as a bargaining chip to threaten to [[send the military into]] the area.

But it did create a slight problem for you. It only had one bed, and while it was common for brothers and sisters to share a bed from time to time, most of the time it was common for brothers to share a bed with another brother and sisters to share a different bed with each other. But when forced to stay together, like you were at the moment, it was common for a brother and sister to share a bed together. \n<<set $man -= 2>> <<set $woman += 2>>\nYet, the biggest problem was using the bathroom and taking a bath. Like most Orion families, there was no real modesty between siblings. How could there be any modesty when day after day you were forced to stay in the same house with three or four siblings, parents and probably grandparents all having to share beds and bathrooms together. It was not your idea of a “fun night” as your newly discovered “brother” came walking into the bathroom while you were taking a bath and trying to fix a few grooming issues. \n[img[z/e.JPG]]\nBut you couldn’t kick him out and you couldn’t act as humiliated as you felt at the moment. You were stuck having to keep up with the “family relationship” and simply continue to shave your crotch bare as your “brother” sat on the toilet to ask you a bunch of questions about what you expected [[from basic training]]. \n\n

----------------------\n<<pink>> “My god, James, it’s simple. You are here to suck dick, don’t over think it.”<</pink>> Eve replies as she takes over the body to fix your make up. <<pink>>“It’s not like you haven’t done it before.”<</pink>>\n\n“Easy for you to say.” You tell her. “I still don’t like it.”\n\n<<pink>>“Why?”<</pink>> She counters. <<pink>>“It’s a hell of a lot easier than getting fucked in the ass or riding some fat bastard for a few extra bucks. Why the hell do you make such a big deal about it? I mean, are you just not into it at all?”<</pink>>\n\n“What? Of course not.” You protest. “Why the hell would I be into sucking off another man? I’m not gay. I never wanted to be with another man at all.” \n\n<<pink>>“That isn’t what I meant.”<</pink>> Eve points out. <<pink>>“I know you aren’t gay. We’ve settled that issue a long time ago. What I meant was that if you had to be with another man, doing something else completely, would you rather do that or suck his dick for a few minutes and get it over with?”<</pink>>\n\n“Oh.” You say, feeling a bit ashamed for snapping at her the way you did. “Well, I guess if it is between oral or anal, I would say oral first. And maybe [[oral sex before intercourse]].” \n\n

Was it really possible that you really were gay after all? Was that the issue that was causing you so many problems at work and with your co-workers? Were you simply unable to admit it yourself after all of this time? You thought of yourself as man, but not nearly as much of a man as you used to think of yourself. You had noticed some slight changes here and there, most of which had to do with being a little more emotional in general as well as being able to appraise a man’s build and looks. There was no denying the fact that being in Eve’s body had changed you. It was just a question of how far and to what extent. <<set $impress = "trying a little too hard">>\n<<set $trust = "really aren't sure if they can">> <<set $expect = "weak">>\nThankfully after your shower scene you weren’t really needed for a while. That gave you plenty of time to sit in the small little bathroom off to the side of the studio to get a shower and change clothes. Unfortunately, that also left you with a lot of time on your hands as you looked at yourself in the mirror and had to deal with [[Eve giving you her opinion of the]] whole matter. \n\n

Only thing is, you kind of forgot that you were making a movie of some sort, and like a lot of movies, most of what they did was fakery. Just as you were actually starting to admit that you might be having a good time in general, your partner had reached his limits as far as being able to keep from climaxing. With one final thrust of his hips into your asshole, he calls out that he was about to cum, and then proceeds to unceremoniously cum all over the curve of your ass without so much as a thank you or word of encouragement before getting off the bed and heading to his own bathroom to clean up. \n\nYou stayed there for several seconds unsure what to do or say while you tried to figure out what you were supposed to be doing. It wasn’t until the man who was working the camera gave you a quick nod of his head towards the small bathroom that you had used earlier that you realized your ‘participation’ was no longer needed for the vid. You quietly but quickly got off the bed and headed to the bathroom, thankful for the small towel someone handed you as you walked away with Joe’s [[sounds of enjoyment in]] the background.

But this time around things really were different for you. You were a “rook”, or rookie, who had just come back from a successful raid, not just landing the ship twice, but actually getting your first kill. The entire crew wanted to celebrate the entire trip, thinking that a rookie pilot who got first blood was a good omen. You lost count of the number of drinks that were poured for you that night, and as you sat at the table in the bar, completely hammered and drunk for the first time in a new body, you said something that shocked the entire table. \n\n“I’m serious.” You tell Cindy, your medic.\n\n“Oh my god, we got to fix this right now.” She says. “Scott! Where the fuck is Scott?” \n\n“He’s off getting the next round.” Someone tells her. \n\n“Well, when Scott gets back, we’ll take care of it.” She says as she lifts her glass for yet another celebratory cling with your own. “Scott will be happy to [[pop your cherry for you]].” \n\n

You nodded your head, feeling the hard cock shooting another spurt with the movement of your head. \n<<set $trust = "really">> <<set $expect = "seriously dangerous">>\n<<pink>>“Oh dear, girl.” Eve says as she smiles down at you. <<pink>>“You have a lifetime to return the favor to other males, don’t you? I bet you are looking forward to it from here on out.” <</pink>>\n<<set $fed = "Wanted for Piracy">> \nYou don’t know what to say or do at that moment. The idea of sucking down another man’s load of cum instead of Eve’s never-ending supply of sperm seemed to be disappointing to you. But you knew that you would at least try to live up to her expectations. \n<<set $rankonship = "least consulted">>\n<<pink>>“Almost done baby girl.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“Just a few more loads now. I’ve saved the biggest wad for last.” <</pink>>\n<<set $age += 1>> <<set $return -= 1>>\nYou suddenly felt the massive wad of semen pulse through her shaft and against your throat. It was so much that even after the gallons of cum you’ve been swallowing you couldn’t help but gag and start to struggle. You felt like you drowning in the thick creaminess of it. You felt your eyes rolling back into your head as you were [[starting to feel yourself pass]] out. \n---------------------------\n\n

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. You had at least accepted the fact that you were a pilot of a slave-trading ship. But you hadn’t quite gotten over your own individual dislike of slavery in general to join a ’friendly game’ of betting on who would capture the most slaves or the most slaves from a single building. It was bad enough that you were even involved in the slave-trade in one way or another. But to go so far as to bet on it like a sport? Well, there were some limits you simply weren’t willing to cross, and that was one of them. Even if it did mean that some members of the crew were a little ’disappointed’ that you didn’t place a bet in the ’pool’, you at least were able to keep some of your own pride left in place. \n\n“Not a bad idea.” Dave comments. “Get a little more information, figure out tactics and speed. Don’t let them get to you Eve; you’ll be putting money into the pot before long. But at least you’ll have a better understanding of it than Geoff did his first trip out. Dropped almost 3k on Cathy sticking with the rover and being too scared to hold a gun. Turned out she, what, caught six or seven in the first building she hit?” \n\n“Five.” Geoff corrects him. “Two you didn’t let her keep because they were too old. But yeah, I got seriously burned on that trip out. Took [[me another two trips just]] to be able to pay off the debt.” \n\n

There is no subtly to your approach, nor any real hesitation. You know that both men were on the ship for one reason and one reason only. There was absolutely no need to keep pretending that they were there to really inspect the ship, and the longer that you sat between them the more likely it would be that you would have lost your nerves in the first place. \n\nYet, you did hesitate for just a moment after leaning over and kissing the man and cupping his crotch. His cock was much larger than you expected and the surprised look on his face was not something you expected. For just a second you were afraid that you had made a big mistake leaning over and kissing the older man first. But he suddenly smiled and started to unzip his jumpsuit and leaned back even more, all while gently but firmly pressing down on your head. \n\nThere was no denying what he wanted you to do. You had made a similar move as a man a few times yourself. As soon as his cock was freed from his jumpsuit, you were supposed to wrap your lips around it and that was all that mattered to him. You didn’t know if you would actually be able to do it or not and you couldn’t help but freeze in fear when you actually saw how big his cock was with your eyes instead of your hand. He was probably about nine inches long if not bigger, and you had never done this sort of thing with a man before. Oh, you might have asked yourself if it was possible back when you were young and discovering your own sexuality. But that was decades ago and you had never been that [[interested in men in particular]].

However, as a crew you were busy as a beehive preparing the ship and trying to get everything in order. The supply officer and medical officer were working with wrist-lights to see, quickly gathering weapons and handing them out. You had your own hands full keeping your speed steady using old-fashioned chemical-based thrusters to keep the ship at a steady speed and yet away from the pull of any gravity wells such as moons, planets, or other passing rocks of notable size. \n\nIt was a stressful three days as you slipped into the system, avoiding patrols and finally coming to rest in the one spot that is always hidden from a planet, just on the other side of the moon. It was going to be a quick dash into the atmosphere and try to land the ship before anyone could tell that you had even been within the system, being careful to mask your entry trail over the large ocean that took up almost three-fifth of the planet and find a place to hide the ship as you raided a small town for potential slaves. \n\nAt this point you couldn’t even think about the slave trade and how people were basically kidnapped to fill the demand for new slaves. If they were treated better they might last longer than just a few years, but at the moment your own ass was on the line as you used the thrusters to make a mad dash at the planet and enter the atmosphere. \n<<set $coin to ["heads","tails"].random()>>\nEverything you’ve done for the last few days to get ready was all down to the next few seconds. You frantically switched on the engines, and simply prayed that the huge things turned over and provided enough lift to slow your decent. If they didn’t? Well, you would never be able to save the ship using just the thrusters, but you might be able to avoid killing everyone [[as you hit the ground]].

“Okay, no need to pull out.” The director says as he moves out of the way for the next guy. “Just go ahead and pop off inside of her and we’ll do a bit of sloppy seconds for the big creampie at the end.” \n\nIf you weren’t so sore from the earlier activity you might have protested having the men cum inside of you. But the honest truth was, you were simply thankful that you had to only put up with another three men. After they were done it was all over with and you could take a few days off in order to recover from the abuse your vagina had taken. If nothing else, maybe you could make a little ‘protest’ [[to Amanda or even Ernie]], about how you had been treated.\n\n

Only this time there was no need for him to say anything more. He was too occupied with the rather massive amount of cum his balls were pumping inside of your asshole. Because of how sensitive your opening was, you could actually feel the thickness of his hard dick pulse with each wad of cum being deposited into you. And even if you couldn’t have felt the pulsing of his dick directly, there was no way to avoid the feeling of the cum that started to pool inside of your ass. A small little pool that grew bigger and hotter with each pulse of his dick. \n[img[z/18.JPG]]\nOnly he didn’t completely finish his climax all the way inside of you. You felt the tip of his dick on the verge of slipping out of you one last time as the last few spurts of cum eased up. You could feel the tip slipping all the way out of your asshole, only to be replaced by the last two spurts of his climax coating the [[very opening of your asshole]]. \n\n

For the next five hours the ship is thoroughly searched from top to bottom. And you were searched from your bottom to your lips during that time. The communications officer insisted on coming aboard to check over your equipment. The truth was, he was looking for a blowjob, one that you were required to perform because Kelly was busy at the moment showing some young captain just how tight her vagina was instead of having the engines inspected. \n[img[z/y.gif]]\nYou barely got through with sucking on his cock, trying to remember everything that Kelly had shown you while you had been with her and Larry. Was it a good blowjob? Probably not, but the officer didn’t seem to care as the amount of cum on your [[face when he]] was done indicated. \n\n

You watch in complete silence and shock as he started to coat your cereal with a surprising large amount of semen. He might have the sort of dick that you would have poked fun at as a male. But as spurt after spurt came out of his dick and onto your cereal, you had to admit that a part of you was a little impressed. You had never seen a man have such a large climax outside of porn-vids, and you knew that most of those actors had been given special pills that caused their climaxes to be increased in size, but left them sterile as a side-effect. \n[img[z/21.JPG]]\n“Well?” Penny asks as she stands over your shoulder. “There’s your milk. [[Eat up]], cumslut. You have a busy day ahead of you.”\n\n

You were still shivering and dripping wet when another sheer robe was placed over your shoulders and you were directed to see the medical staff. Thankfully at that point you were no longer in the hands of the slaves but in the hands of the masters. Sure, they treated you with the same “indifference”, but they were professionals who at least took the time to answer a question or explain what a test was supposed to do. It was not exactly a “comfortable” inspection, but when you were done you were a little startled to see that there was a bit of blood on the medical equipment that had inspected your vagina. You didn’t realize that Eve really was a virgin up until that point, but obviously your hymen had just been pierced during the inspection. Which is probably why you were a lot sorer than you wanted to be at the moment and moved a little slower than you had before. \n\nBut you finally made it through decon and now had to face customs, which of course had noticed your belongings right away and you were directed into a small little room to be asked a lot of questions. \n\n“So, let me get this right.” The female officer says as she leans back in her seat. “You came to the Free People’s Conglomerate to join the guild?” \n\n“Yes, ma’am.” You say as you look at her. “Look, I know that most people don’t want to do it, but the money is really good.” \n\n“Oh, that’s true.” She says as she smiles at you. “There is a lot of money in it. But it’s not for the faint of heart, and someone as young as you are doesn’t really last long [[before being caught or]] killed.”

END OF CONTENT\n<<silently>>\nGood whore path\n<</silently>>\n

“But, I don’t want to work for you.” You tell her. “No offense or anything. I just don’t want to do this sort of work.” \n\n“Then we have a problem.” Amanda says. “Like I said. If it is only for the night, that’s one thing. I can give you a room for tonight without being bothered. It might be the only good night’s sleep you get. But look, I’m not going to fill your head with a bunch of trash. If you go out there and try to find someone who can “protect you”, then expect to be spreading your legs for free. Not just for him, but probably his friends. Oh sure, you can find a way to avoid being beaten or raped for your money, but it runs the risk of being kept inside by two or three guys sharing a place to stay and at least one of them will want to do something every day. If not all three at once, every single day.” \n\n“But…” You say then stop when she puts her hand up. \n\n“That’s not the worst thing that can happen to you, but it has happened to enough girls to say that it is likely to happen.” She says. “Look, the choices are not attractive no matter who you talk to. The population of Binder is roughly 75 males to every female. As such, for a female on her own? Well, Binder is deadlier than being a slave in the Congo. But here? Well, here you will find the one place where being a whore is actually a good thing. You have protection, not just by me but by everyone else on the street that you meet. Back home, being a whore would make you a piece of shit and nobody would want to talk to you. But here? Well, let’s just say that a whore can be as valuable as trinimum as long as she stays clean and is not [[cheating her customers]].”

You quickly grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for another kiss. This time you didn’t do the slightest bit to hide your own desires from her. You were surprised at how quickly and easily things came back to you as a man and you forced your tongue into her mouth and leaned against her to guide her backward. \n[img[z/v.JPG]]\nIt only took you a couple of seconds to pull the zipper down on her jumpsuit, exposing her firm breasts. Your lips quickly found her nipple and you enjoyed hearing her soft moan as you ran your fingertips against the other breast as you suckled on the one in your mouth. Her hand against your head was confused on if it should hold you in place or [[guide you further down her]] body. \n\n\n\n

“God damn it. Well? Someone tell me what the fuck is going on with Eve?” He calls you. \n[img[z/46.JPG]]\n“I’m here captain.” You tell him. “I don’t know what happened, but your signal was blocked by something in the engine room.” \n\n“[[Were you by the console]]?” Jake suddenly cuts into the conversation. \n\n

You feel the blasts of cum hitting your face and you try desperately to avoid them, but can’t move away from him fast enough to avoid having him cum all over your face. \n[img[z/y.JPG]]\nYou’ve given plenty of females a facial before, and you knew the “proper way” for her to behave was to stay still with her mouth open or at least her head tilted back to get as much of the creamy white liquid on her face as possible. But your first facial was a complete disaster. You flinched, tried to get away from Larry’s blasts and continued to turn your head and keep your eyes closed. When he was done, he offered Kelly a hand to stand up and turned to give her [[a hug and a promise]] to see her later.

You didn’t like the size or shape of the rifle you had, it was bulky and it was awkward to aim accurately. It took too many shots for your tastes to bring down the two people you saw in the room, because your first three shots had missed wide, which was more of a product due to the weapon itself than your efforts. It was originally designed as a scatter gun for riots, but had been modified to fire tranqs instead of heated plasma shots. \n[img[z/zaf.JPG]]\nBut the tranqs were highly effective at dropping a human. One shot would knock a 250 pound man out for two hours in two seconds. Multiple shots could easily keep that same man down for days, without the fear of killing him. Hitting the older lady and teenage boy would keep them out for hours without fear of either one waking up before being [[put into the stasis pods]].

It wasn’t until you were able to record them switching positions when you found out why they had been able to last so long. Around the base of each of their nut sacks, they had “restrictor rings” which were designed to help prevent a male’s climax until the rings were removed. Until that point, no matter how much he wanted to climax the semen would simply build and build until the ring was taken off. And while you had used the rings yourself once or twice, you knew that they were rather uncomfortable to use after your third climax. \n<<set $return -= 1>> <<set $fed = "fugitive">>\nYet they kept going, clearly having multiple climaxes each. Kelly was shifted from being fucked in the ass and vagina at the same time, to sucking on one guy and being fucked by the other, having two penises in her mouth at once, to two inside of her vagina at one, and then back to one inside both her ass and vagina at the same time. It was a highly sexual experience and more than once you wished that you were able to take part of the events. \n<<set $swal += 1>> <<set $vid += 1>> \nBut you weren’t thinking about taking part as one of the officers but as Kelly. How would you react to being stimulated in such a way? Would you be able to handle two guys at once while you were still pretty sure that your new body was still a virgin? Would you be able to actually have just one guy inside of your asshole without freaking out about it let alone trying to suck on another man’s [[cock without feeling]] sick? \n\n

Even Hilda picked up on your nerves when you slipped her butt-plug into place. You told her that you were sorry and that you were scared out of your wits because you were supposed to start your “training”. It helped her calm down and she took over putting the butt-plug in herself, but you were still required to “confirm” that it was in place before you could leave the bathroom. You were thankful that Penny didn’t order you to start using one. \n[img[z/20.JPG][22]]\n

“Fuck me!” You cried out as you adjusted the mic-pickup on your chinstrap. “Where the fuck are my engines?” \n\n“Sorry.” A voice comes back in your ear. “But they are frozen up.” \n\n“What?!” You scream. “Are you shitting me?” \n\nYou didn’t even bother to listen to the reply you simply turned to look at the captain. With your engines frozen there was nothing that you could do at this point but try to keep the ship in one piece when it hit the ground at several miles per hour. The captain had a look on his face of panic and even the navigator was frozen in place as the realization [[sunk in for all three of you]]. \n\n

But it was no good. She saw your death as a way to pay someone off and get rid of her main competition at the same time. There was nothing that you were going to be able to do or say to make her change her mind about killing you. That fact slowly settled in as you felt yourself starting to black out. \n[img[z/zac.JPG]]\nLook at your [[final stats]].

“Okay, how quick?” You ask her. “I can’t hang around long. If I don’t get off this rock soon, they will start looking for me.”\n\n“I can get you off planet by midnight.” She says. “But it will cost you a little extra.” \n\n“Okay, 100,000 Sterling.” You say. “But I will only pay as I board the ship. So either you or Chuck will have to see me off.” \n\n“Hold on, kid.” She says. “We aren’t going to put our necks on the line for you. 90,000 upfront and you can go to the port yourself.” \n\n“90.” You quickly counter. “But not upfront. As soon as I get the paperwork.” \n\n“Okay, but you can’t leave the storeroom.” She says. \n\n“Fine. But I want a meal and new set of clothes.” You tell her. \n\n“That’s not a problem.” She chuckles. “I figure a quickie-burger and a [[jumpsuit will do]]?” \n\n

You woke up early and got dressed and made your way to the shopping centers without anyone noticing you leaving. You knew that if you had been stopped and asked where you were going it wouldn’t take much to get away, but the less asked the better. And it wasn’t like you were going to go back to the same place anyway. You were able to spend only one night before you “mysteriously disappeared” and left it at that. There was no need to worry about anything at all that you were leaving behind as you had the most important stuff with you at the moment. \n\nIn the pocket of your little vest-jacket was your passport, your orders to report to basic training, your get-away cash and your medical history. If someone couldn’t work with that to get you a passport in less than a day, you knew that they weren’t worth using in the first place. It only took you about an hour to find the type of store you were looking for, and then only a few minutes to find out if the shop owner was “connected” or not. It was a delicate opening that had to be worked into sideways, but once you got pass the initial difficulties of opening inquiries, it was only a few minutes before you were led into the “back” to discuss your “special order”. \n\nYou stepped inside the door behind the store owner and instantly felt a gun pressed against the side of your head. You should have known there would have been a second person involved but you were too concerned about getting away that you didn’t really think about it until you felt the gun [[against you head]]. \n

But there wasn’t a lot he could do about it either. If it was the medical bay, or the cargo bay? Well, he would be able to step in and use his influence to get his own way. But there had been a long standing tradition amongst spaceships since the days when humans were still using chemical based propulsion. As long as you were within the designated confines of the “engine department” there was only one man who had power and that was the engineer. He had absolute control over everything that went on and as such, he was traditionally seen as the second in command while underway. On land, or simply orbiting a planet that changed. But while moving or folding space, the engine room was ruled by one “god” and that was not the captain. \n\nOh sure, your captain might be a complete son of a bitch when it came to being a selfish asshole who only thought of his own needs. But when it came to the ship and the traditions of space travel? Well, he was bound by them as much as the rest of the crew was. The engineer had his own kingdom, but as soon as he stepped outside of the door to the engine room he was required to follow the captain’s orders like everyone else. It was a strange relationship that only worked as long as both parties kept to their sections and did their jobs. \n\nBut it gave you a slight umbrella to hide under as well. As long as you were trying to learn about the engines and how to maintain the reactors, you were now under the engineer’s protection and not the captain’s. It was harder on you mentally, but easier on you socially and physically. At least now you didn’t have to put up with the captain’s constant need for attention when you were moving about the ship. And if you did see him out of the hiber-bed or off the bridge, a simply reply of getting the engineer something to eat would give you [[a way out of seeing him]].

“Yes, master.” Tracy says showing the first signs of being somewhat animated. \n<<set $man -= 10>> <<set $woman += 10>>\n“Well, if you get on your knees and clean cumslut’s face with your tongue, I’ll go get her for you.” He says. “But not until after you clean off cumslut’s face with your tongue.” \n<<set $oral = "clumsy and poor">> <<set $orre = "in gagging">>\nTracy clearly hesitates, but not for long. Just a short couple of seconds that let you know that she wasn’t exactly looking forward to doing what she was about to do. But you felt her hands gently tilting your head back, and then you felt her wet and hot tongue running along the curve of your jaw and cheeks.\n\n----------\n<<pink>>“Oh my god.” <</pink>> Eve cries out in your head. <<pink>>“What the fuck is she doing? Licking cum off of my face just for a puppy? What the fuck is wrong with her?”<</pink>>\n<<set $bj += 1>><<set $face += 1>>\n“Eve, shut up.” You tell her. “I’m on the verge of freaking out as it is and it’s taking all of my concentration not to push Tracy away and end up getting both of us beaten for it. I don’t need you making comments and breaking my concentration.”\n<<set $impress = "likeable but clueless">><<set $trust = "might">>\n<<pink>>“I’m sorry.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“I don’t want to get her in trouble. But, I’m just not comfortable with this.”<</pink>>\n<<set $expect = "going to be in serious trouble">>\n“Well, you better get used to it.” You tell her. “Because I got the feeling that the first time Tracy gets called to see him, we are going to be the ones ordered to [[clean her up with our tongue]].” \n------------

You felt her hips softly lift off the floor and the sensation that shot through your body was startling. You felt the jolt again and again as she picked up speed and force. You’ve seen women fucking each other’s vaginas before but you never realized how intense it could be for someone who wasn’t ready for it. The small little clit that you had licked earlier was like a magical nub that pressed against your clit, and the lips around her vagina were actually acting like lips as it constantly kissed your clit in short but swift kisses. \n[img[z/h.gif]]\nKelly had been the one that was screaming out in pleasure earlier, but now she was grunting as she moved her hips, thrusting them as hard and fast as she could. You were the one that was now screaming out, but not so much in pleasure but in gibberish that you couldn’t understand. One second you could have sworn that you told her to fuck you like a bad bitch, the next you were sure that you told her to make you a slut. You weren’t sure if you actually said it out loud or simply thought it, but you know that there was a feeling that you wanted her to “pop your cherry”, a thought that startled you as you looked at her and felt her arms on your legs [[pulling you even closer to her]]. \n\n

“Having problems dear?” She asks as she smiles at you. “Can’t breathe? Would you like me to remove the gag from your mouth?” \n\nYou didn’t want her anywhere near you, but the offer to remove the gag was too much to take at the moment. You started to quickly nod your head as much as possible with Tracy’s crotch in the way. But at least you got the message across that you were in fact having problems and that you would be ‘better off’ without the gag in the way. \n\n“I don’t know.” Alice says as she continues to smile. “I’ll only take it off if you promise to start licking her pussy in exchange? Sound fair? A little bit of pussy licking for some air?” \n\nAgain, you nodded your head as quickly as possible. If the choice was between using your tongue on Tracy’s clit or having her crotch suffocate you? Well, that wasn’t really a hard choice to make at all. You would have happily eaten Tracy out from the start instead of going through the whole “song and dance” of being broken all along. But it was a very disturbing fact that a lack of oxygen would make you do some [[strange things to be able to breathe]] again. \n\n

[img[z/jm.jpg]] [img[z/imgage]passage]\n<<set $whore = "worst worker", "steady worker", "good earner", "most requested", "best worker">>\n\n<<set $opt = "wrong2">>\n\nLook at your [[final stats].\n<<set $coin to ["heads","tails"].random()>>

You were completely trembling in the bed as the captain got undressed standing over you. You saw the size of his erect cock and a slight sensation of relief swept over you because he wasn’t really all that impressive. You knew that you as a male you used to have what most women would call an “impressive” sized cock, but you were fully aware of what a “disappointing” cock was no matter whose body you were in. And while you were still regretting your options you were at least willing to admit that it could be a lot worse if the captain had been as big as you were when you used to be a male. \n\nBut apparently the captain also knew about his own lack of size in comparison to most males and knew a way around that aspect to make up for it. He crawled into bed with you and gently, but easily turned you over. You felt his hands on your ass cheeks and then a drop of very hot and thick liquid landing against the top of your ass crack and how it rolled downward between your cheeks. You knew then and there that he was going to stick his cock inside of your asshole and you instantly tried to get away from him. \n\nYou were not at all that interested in having another guy sticking his dick inside of your ass, you had heard how much it could hurt. While you enjoyed fucking women in the ass from time to time as a guy, you knew that a lot of women hated it and would refuse to do it. Yet, there wasn’t much you could do to get away from the captain at the moment and the more you struggled to get away from him the [[more he actually got into position]].\n\n

It wasn’t that the captain didn’t trust you. Three successful landings without a hitch, a raid under your belt, and a history of proving yourself being able to take care of yourself and being friendly with the crew had taken care of any doubts he had about you. Yet, that didn’t mean that he was going to run the risk of letting you kill a potential target. He had clearly seen how antsy you were while preparing for the raid and knew that you needed a slightly “older hand” to help focus your energies instead of letting you run too wild on our own again. \n<<set $impress = "capable">> <<set $trust = "are starting to">>\nIt was probably why on your second raid you were handling the explosive gel on the door. It wasn’t something that a lot of people got to mess with, but the captain simply smiled as he handed you the small tube of the highly illegal substance and waited for you to be sure that you “got it all” just right before you nodded to him. You quickly turned your head to avoid the flash when he detonated the gel with an electrical charge, but the satisfying “thump” from the concussion told you that the small metal door was no longer there. You watched as he stormed into the room, and you followed suit, quickly taking a position behind the first item that [[you could see and pulled]] the trigger.

You knew that it was a highly profitable, but extremely illegal “entertainment” source in some parts of the universe. Someone, who had the right connections and money, could get a mind graft into a clone and go around town and do any sort of activity they wanted to. It normally ran the gambit from low-orbit skydiving, to having affairs, to being a bored housewife using a clone to do porns. One porn-vid star actually offered her clones for such an event as long as she was able to receive half the profits of that porn. You heard of one guy who had done the whole grafted-clone trick to go on a crime spree for a few days before arranging to be “captured” and returned to his original body. \n\nBut that wasn’t what you were doing at the moment and the only thing that you could do was simply complain that the “friend” had spent way too much money on the hotel and hope for the best. Thankfully your luck was holding up, if you wanted to call it “your luck” and he agreed that it was expensive but he wanted to be sure that you were staying in a “safe neighborhood” until you got settled. The knowledge that he wasn’t trying to hook up with you on the side was a great relief, and ironically it gave you a wonderful topic to talk about during supper with him as you asked him which parts of town to avoid if possible. \n\nHe was clearly under the impression that you wanted to have the information so that you could avoid those same areas and be as safe as possible. But the truth was, you were taking notes of not only the specific neighborhoods, but specific streets and city-sectors as possible points of interest to secure what you needed to escape the area. Like most “friendly suppers” the meal was completely “Dutch”, an old-slang term for paying for things evenly regardless of who ordered what. It was the strangest custom to experience when your friend ordered a thick piece of meat while you had a salad, or he ordered a large amount of alcohol to your [[glass of tea]].

“But…” You start to protest. \n\n“Eat it!” Penny screams and slaps your face from behind you. “Eat it all up. You are going to sit there and eat all of it or you will have to suck Dave’s dick for breakfast.” \n\nThe thought of putting that sadistic man’s cock in your mouth was completely out of the question. You would have been willing to do anything in the world to keep that man away from you as long as possible. Despite the fact that the skin on your back had been regenerated and you couldn’t see the scars from the lashing he gave you, you could still remember the pain. And that memory made you look up across the table at Vicky’s face, and for the first time since you met her you saw fear in her eyes as well. \n\nPenny’s second slap didn’t make you lift the bowl. It was the signal that Vicky gave you by slightly titling her head and a small widening of her eyes. A signal that clearly meant you better do it or someone else at the table was going to be punished in front of all of you if you refused an order a third time. Even it if wasn’t the slightly panicked signal that Vicky gave you, it would have been the way that [[Dave chuckled behind you as he called]] out Tracy’s name. \n\n

“And what truth is that?” He asks. \n\n“That we were smuggling something.” You tell him flat out. “What, I don’t know. But it was something that isn’t legal. Or at least, isn’t officially approved of on this planet.” \n\n“And what would that be?” He replies. “Drugs, alcohol, counterfeit sterlings? What do you think that we smuggled and why?” \n\n“Well, the why is easy enough.” You say as you quickly decide to play things a little closer to your chest instead of being completely blunt about it. “The odd way that I was kept out of the cargo bay. The fact that Jen folded space outside of official cargo lanes. The fact that Lucy made a ‘hotshot’ landing like that, bringing the ship from orbit to the ground so quickly. The fact that you had me stay in the engine compartment with Jake as the cargo was unloaded even though you only needed one person to switch the reactors to standby mode. Captain, I’m not saying that I disapprove of smuggling in general. Just that I’m not stupid and can see the signs when they are there in front of my face.” \n\n“I see.” Ryan says as he stands up and starts to pace the small confines of his cabin. “Well, Eve, for your information, the cargo we transported this trip was 100% completely legal. We didn’t smuggle anything at all, not even a pair of underwear. So no, your gut reaction of there must be something going on was completely wrong. [[But not your instincts]], which is a good thing, I guess.”

“Well?” Dave asks you. \n\n“Nothing yet.” You tell him. “Geoff was right; it’s a damn good spot. Come out from behind the moon with engines at max burn and you could easily close in on anyone before they could turn around. But, I am giving it a wide berth, so we will have a few extra seconds to react if someone showed up. Only, I haven’t seen anything yet.” \n\n“Okay.” Dave says. “Look, Eve, I know that we might be getting on your nerves right now. But this is your first trip out with us, so cut us some slack as far as riding your ass about this sort of shit. You don’t know how many trips have been clusterfucked by a ’rook’ getting worked up before a landing. Just keep us on course and an eye out for a possible ambush until it’s time to land. Everything should be cool, but you never know. Even the best laid plans can get fucked over by an overzealous private [[looking to get out of kitchen]] duty.” \n\n

“Here it comes.” Irene says as she starts to get her spacesuit back on. “The captains going to order you to space them all.” \n\n“What?” You ask in shock. “You can’t be serious. We took the ship.” \n\n“And have twenty-five people who will report our location, our faces, our builds, and a description of our ship the moment we leave.” Irene points out. “Not to mention the fact that we simply don’t have the people necessary to watch them all as we transfer the cargo to our own ship.” \n\n“You can’t be serious.” You say as you quickly look at her. “Spacing all of them? Isn’t that a little too far?” \n\n“Maybe.” She admits. “But you will have to do it.” \n\n“What? Why me?” You ask. \n\n“Because, you are still the lowest member of the crew.” She points out. “Besides, who else can he get to do it? The guys are too busy moving cargo now. There is no way in hell Tracy will ever do it at all, and I’ve already been ordered to the ship to get the power back up to full output. That only leaves you and the captain. And if you think that he’s [[going to do it instead of seeing]] what you’re made of, forget it.” \n\n

“Hold on.” You say. “Just what exactly is going on here? I’ve heard of a lot of different porns before. But I’ve never head of a ‘bucket’. What the hell does that mean?” \n\n“Oh, it’s just a simple blow and jerk-off vid.” Kris says. “I guess in a way we got lucky. Last time they had me doing a party-fuck. 200 guys in one video? Look, we may be whores, but there are limits to how many guys you can fuck at a time. So, thank your lucky stars. All we have to do is suck a few dicks and get plastered in cum. Nothing major.” \n\n“Oh.” You say, suddenly realizing the sort of vid you were going to make. “Uh….” \n\n“What?” Kris asks. “You want to back out? Now? Are you nuts?” \n\n“No, it’s not that.” You admit. “It’s just that, well, I’m not really comfortable with the idea is all.” \n\nIn an odd display of both sympathy and understanding, Kris turns to look at you instead of looking at herself in the mirror and fixing her hair and makeup. She actually sits down on the small stool that was available to use instead of leaning over the small desk and keeps her attention focused on you as she takes your hands into her own. It wasn’t much effort on her part to get you to sit down [[on the small stool next to her]]. \n\n

<<set $age += 30>> \nAmanda Linder <<print $age>> year old female. \n[img[z/Amanda.JPG]]\nA woman who was clearly passed her prime far too soon, but most of that is due to the hard life she had to live prior to being involved with the Red Rabbit. She might have a slightly difficult time finding a husband in a lot of places in the universe due to her age, but on Binder she is still highly sought after. Yet, you get the feeling that she is involved in some sort of physical relationship with Ernie. Amanda is a strange combination of the “hooker with a heart of gold”, with a bit of “whore turned madam” and a little bit of “heartless bitch”. It really depends on the situation. \n\nHeat of Gold: Amanda has a history of providing shelter to any female on Binder, at least for one night. If a female wishes to stay longer than one night, she must either be able to pay a “rent” or be willing to work for her rent as one of Amanda’s girls. She also has the reputation of taking care of her girls while they are pregnant, letting them stay and work as cooks and other “non-sexual” jobs at the Red Rabbit, often for free during the girl’s last month of pregnancy. \n\nWhore turned Madam: Amanda has a history of having worked her way up from simple “street worker” to running the Red Rabbit. While it is true that she has had several lucky breaks in order to do this, such as being connected to Carter and Ernie, she knows all the dangers and the pitfalls of “pimps”. As such, she runs her business with a level of dignity and respect for her girls. She rarely raises her voice, only strikes a female employee in self-defense, and is constantly watching over the females for safety concerns. While she does offer services for “painful pleasures”, she has strict rules in regards to what her girls will and will not do.\n\nHeatless Bitch: Yet, despite all of her “good points”, she is still running a business and a business that is filled with people who are trying to steal, scam, fool, trick and simply refuse to pay. She does not put up with this sort of thing from anyone, especially not her girls. If you can’t pay rent, you are out. If you are caught overcharging a client, you are out. If you are caught stealing from a client, you are out. If you are unable to perform services to her standards, you are out. She does not give people a second chance to disappoint her. \n\n<<back>>

“Because it is the closest port to Binder.” She points out. “And since you will be going as a mail-order bride, nobody will bother you. Or even look at your passport that much.” \n\n“And do what?” You ask her. “Work as a whore when I get there?” \n\n“No.” She replies. “I have a contact that runs a bar on Binder. You talk to him and he will set you up for what you need to try to get to the States.” \n\n“Oh.” You say. \n\nYou have to really think about it for a few seconds. She was directing you towards what was obviously a pirate hangout. But to go as a mail-order bride at such an early age? You might as well tattoo “I would rather be a whore than a spy” across your forehead. Mail-order brides in the Orion territories were the lowest of the low. Families had disowned you, the military had rejected you, your IQ was seen as too low to educate and you probably had some genetic flaw that would be passed on to children, or orphans who were old enough to be “an adult” but had no family and had nobody who would talk to them or even care about them. \n\nAnd while you were thought of as being better than a spy, you were only a step up from being one. Nobody would bother you, she was right about that. But only because they would rather scrape shit off their boots than deal with you. It would have been a perfect cover if you were in your forties and you would have even suggested it yourself. But in such a young body it was going to be noticed by someone. If not the military at Pulse-point, then at [[least at Binder when you landed]].

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--------------------\n<<pink>>“James?” <</pink>>A female voice calls out to you.\n\n“Yeah.” You answer her. \n\n<<pink>>“Is it always like this?” <</pink>>She asks. \n\n“Like what?” You ask her in return. \n\n<<pink>>“When someone dies. Is it always this painful?”<</pink>> The female asks. \n\n“Sometimes.” You tell her. “Some of the time, not as much. I guess it really just depends on the person that died. I know that a few people died who I was happy to hear about, but they were mostly bad people.” \n\n<<pink>>“[[Will people be happy when I die]]?”<</pink>> The voice asks. \n----------------------------------\n

No matter how well prepared, how seasoned, or how modern the ship was, there were still three things that made everyone who traveled or worked in space scared. Fire was one of them, not because of being burned but because it would use up all of the available oxygen, suffocating you in your own ship without even feeling the heat of the flames. Power failure was the second one, not because you couldn’t find your way in the dark, or at least not as long as you knew the ship well enough. Most crews practiced how to deal with power failures by cutting off the lights anyway. But no power meant no air, no doors, no engines, no way to call for help, and no way to communicate which direction the danger was coming from.\n\nBut the biggest fear by far was to have an explosion on the ship. It didn’t matter if it was a small firecracker that made the explosion or the biggest reactor going up at once. An explosion in a spaceship caused everyone to panic. The dangers of starting a fire, of shorting out electronics, of blowing a hole in the side of the ship and exposing large areas to the vacuum of space. No matter the level of competence of the crew, an explosion of any size was going to rattle their nerves. So obviously, if they tried to defend their ship by fortifying key positions and had time to double check their weapons and secure a couple of barricades, toss in a few grenades and you would have already won half the fight before it began. \n\nSo you simply smiled as Hank finally got the inner airlock opened. You didn’t bother telling him to be prepared for the explosions to happen, he would have seen you holding the two small items in your hands when he turned to look to make sure you were clear of the door in the first place. And once he took a step back from the door, you tossed the two grenades down the hallway, being sure to toss with one hand and count to two before tossing [[the second one from the other hand]].

---------\n<<pink>>“Ssshhh.” <</pink>> A soft voice coos against your ear.<<pink>> “Don’t worry. I have been looking forward to this. Ever since he picked us up after the raid, I’ve wanted to be with him.” <</pink>>\n\n“Who? Scott?” You ask in confusion. \n\n<<pink>>“Hush you.” <</pink>> The voice says.<<pink>> “It’s my turn to take over.” <</pink>>\n[img[z/q.gif]]\nYou hear the voice cry out in sheer passion as you feel Scott’s hard [[cock sliding into your vagina]].\n-------------------\n\n

You heard the door opening and there was a short pause before you heard the captain’s voice yelling in anger. Not at the two men, but at you. \n<<set $impress = "dumb and niave">>\n“God damn it, Eve!” The captain says. “I told you to get Kelly for a fucking reason. You stupid, fucking bitch!” \n<<set $trust = "just do not">>\n“What the fuck was that all about?” The younger man asks. \n<<set $expect = "throwing away your good looks">>\n“I think the captain was looking forward to popping the young lady’s cherry himself.” The older one laughs. \n\nYou heard the door close behind them and you finally had a chance to cry. You were still crying, mostly from the pain, when Kelly came into the room to check on you. She told you that it would get better and that you would be okay after you got up and moved around. Not that you wanted to move at all because your ass and crotch both hurt. But she helped you onto your feet and gently escorted you to the bathroom so that you could take a long hot shower to get clean and have the hot water sooth your soreness away. It helped but didn’t remove all of the pain. \n\nAfter several minutes of slowly and carefully walking down the hall you finally made your way to your cabin, looking forward to being able to use the hiber-bed’s settings to help you sleep and rest for two or three days. But you were stopped just short of your room by the image of the captain standing in the hallway with his arms [[crossed looking at you in anger]].

---------------\n<<pink>>“Two at once?” <</pink>> The small girl in the corner of your mind asked. <<pink>>“I never thought of that one before. I hope that Kelly wasn’t faking all of it. Did you hear the way that she climaxed when they [[both fucked her]]?” <</pink>> \n---------------

Yet the captain simply frowned as he finished searching the rest of the small home. The hope was to get at least three people from a house this size, not just two. That bothered him as the only one that he was interested in was the boy, leaving the old lady to sleep off the effects of the drugs. The younger male would earn more money at the auction than the old lady. \n<<set $expect = "sexy when not dangerous">>\nBut your second raid had been a success, at least with the other teams. And this time you took the time to count the number of slaves you had to transport. The captain did the same thing, and you both confirmed the count at 24. Not the biggest haul the captain ever had in his career, but for a crew of this size, it was a number that would make people stand up and take note. A crew that was only 3 teams would be lucky to come back with 12 people at most from a single raid. \n<<set $three += 2>> <<set $fuk += 1>><<set $cpie += 1>>\nYet there was a small problem with so many potential targets. You simply didn’t have the stasis pods for all of them and using hiber-beds to keep them under control was out of the question. The captain was willing to leave two behind, and he took pity on the teenage boy you had knocked out and left him tied in the middle of the street as you left on the vehicle. You know that you shouldn’t hold it against him, but you did. That was your target and you had bagged him, you should at least [[get the bonus percentages for it]]. \n\n

“Yes, mistress.” You say as you stand in front of her. \n\n“Are you a virgin?” She asks you. \n\n“Uh, no, mistress.” You tell her. “I’m not.” \n\n“Oh, I see. So you’ve fucked around a lot. Is that it?” She asks. \n\n“No, mistress.” You inform her. “When you fail from the guild, it is something that happens to you.” \n\n“I see.” She says. \n\nWhy was she asking you this sort of stuff? She must have known from your instructor what sort of person you were. It wasn’t like you were really all that comfortable talking to her, or anyone else for that matter, about your sexual history inside of this body. The less you had to deal with it the better. But now that it was being brought up, there was no way to avoid it. Not to mention the fact that this could simply be a test to see if you were telling her the truth or not. As far as you knew, she could have known all along and simply wanted to see what you would have said when asked. \n\n“Can you pretend to be?” She asks you as she looks you over. \n\n“Yes, mistress.” You tell her. “To be honest, I don’t feel comfortable with [[talking about this sort]] of thing.”

“Open that fucking mouth, cumslut.” He tells you. “Open it and keep it open, or by god, you will be the one that gets spanked next.” \n\nYou knew not to do or say anything that would piss him off at this point. After being forced to punish Hilda, the idea of doing anything to make him punish her or you simply was unthinkable. You found yourself on the floor in front of him on your knees, mouth held wide open knowing exactly what he was going to do. And sure enough, after just a few quick strokes of his hand, his cock twitched just before a massive wad of cum was shot into the back of your throat. \n\n“Not yet, not yet.” Jason says as he continues to cum. “Hold it in your [[mouth until I say]] so.” \n\n

But one night, as you finally broke down and had something to eat knowing you were going to be short on rent; Amanda sat down with you and offered you a chance to make some good money. Money that would easily cover your rent, but would require you to be able to do something you were not quite sure if you were able to do at all. \n\n[[Accept the vid offer]]. \n[[Accept the offer to attend a party]]. \nAccept the [[offer to see a special customer]].

In only a matter of seconds of telling him that he could cum inside of you, you felt his cock slammed deep inside of you one last time before he grunted. You felt the heat and force of his semen shooting deep inside of your vagina, and you had to admit that it was a lot more enjoyable after having your own climax. \n[img[z/zf.gif]]\nIt wasn’t the first time that you’ve had a man releasing his load inside of you, but it felt like it. You were shocked at how much you noticed the moment and the sensation. The way that your vagina felt as his cock twitched and pulsed, releasing streams of semen inside of you. You could even feel the hot sperm as it gathered inside of your vagina. There was no denying the fact that he wasn’t the most impressive sized male you have been with, but for [[some reason he was the best]] one you’ve been with. \n\n

-------------\n<<pink>>“Holy shit, that fucking hurt!”<</pink>> Eve yelled at you. <<pink>>“Oh, you lying bastard, that hurts like hell.”<</pink>>\n\n“I’m sorry.” You tell her, but feeling the pain yourself. “I would have been gentle. But not this fucking asshole. Fuck! You think this hurts you, how do you think I feel. I can feel it more.”\n\n<<pink>>“No, you can’t you son of a bitch.”<</pink>> Eve tells you. <<pink>>“It’s my body, and I know it better than you do. Trust me; this hurts me more than it does you. I’ll prove it to you.”<</pink>>\n--------------------------\n\nHow Eve was able to do it you really don’t know. But somehow or another she had been able to allow your body to send signals directly to your awareness without her presence acting as a bit of a filter. What you had felt as a bit of pain multiplied immeasurably. And while Brad was ramming his hard dick deep inside of your asshole, you no longer made a single cry of pain. No, you started to yell out even louder and continuously as he slammed [[his pelvis into the curve of]] your ass. \n\n

You watch as she leaves and locks the door from the other side. You find the jumpsuit she mentioned in the desk drawer she said it would be in. While it was a little tight on you, it at least gave you something to wear. Chuck came into the room and had you follow him as he puts the money you gave him inside a small hidden container in the back of the microwave before he takes you to a local range. It was strange being seen out in public with him, seeing how you were doing something illegal. But for once, Orion social standards worked in your favor. You were not the only young female in the gun-shop, and he wasn’t the only older male in the shop either. \n\nIt was somewhat common practice for Orion families to spend some time at the local gun-range for a father to teach his daughter how to handle a “burner” before going to basic training. In the old days, a burner used to be called a pistol until the technology of the military became standard weaponry across the area. \n\nOnce that happened, old-fashioned “slug” weapon were replaced with “burners”, a highly dangerous laser-pulse weapon that would kill just as quickly as a ‘slug’ but not as messy. The wounds were normally cauterized by the laser and the pulse aspect happened so quickly that a single fully charged burner could last a decade before having to be replaced. Not to mention the fact that they were more compact, and lightweight compared to old ‘slug-throwers’. The burner was now the most common used ‘pistol’ in the universe and as such it was seen more as a “[[female weapon]]” than anything else.

Which was another thing that truly bothered you, at least when it came with dealing with Eve. When you were able to contact her when you were in the hiber-bed, the conversations seemed to be dealt with in ‘real-time’. A ten minute conversation felt and took ten-minutes, at least judging by the monitors on the bed when you checked them after waking up. But a conversation that happened when you were awake? Well, those conversations actually happened ‘at the speed of thought’. You could have a long exchange with each other that felt like minutes, look at the clock and see that only a few seconds had passed to the rest of the galaxy. \n\nSo yes, you did have a lot of thins in common with someone who had a case of split personality. But at the same time, there were enough things that were different that made you think that it wasn’t split personality. It was so confusing at times that you simply didn’t know how you should feel or react to it all. Of course, no matter how you might have felt about it, when you did discuss it with Eve she had her own opinion about the whole thing that really disturbed you. \n\nEve thought that her presence was a result of some kind of ‘genetic memory’ of her body. An idea that you completely dismissed because you never believed in ‘genetic memory’ at all. Only, she might have a point after all when you considered the way you reacted at certain times. When you applied makeup, you didn’t really think about it, you let the body do what it wanted to do. Which was a good thing, as your efforts to ‘focus’ on putting makeup on your face tended to make you look like some kind of clown or a sloppy amateur who was lucky just to get lipstick on. But when you let the body handle it, you would be shocked at how much different you looked, almost as [[if it had been done by a]] professional.

Yet, you kept at it and even though you gagged quite a bit, you were finally able to get most of his cock into your mouth, although not all of it. You kept your fingers wrapped around the lower three inches or so of his shaft and simply moved your lips down until you felt your fingers and moved up the tip. You can’t help but think that you were doing a “lousy job of it all” because you knew that the women you had been with had been able to do a lot more with your old penis and it wasn’t as big as the one you were working with. \n[img[z/k.JPG]]\nYou never realized just how much a female really had to practice in order to be considered “talented” at giving someone a blowjob until you felt your throat becoming slightly sore from all the gagging you were doing. But you kept trying to do your best, which wasn’t all that good at the moment as you suddenly started to panic because you didn’t know what you were going to do if he started to cum. Oh; you knew that it was going to happen it was just a matter of when, not if. And you had to think about it as you tried to move up [[and down on his]] cock without gagging. \n\n

Needless to say, your few days in the hospital of the complex were a serious learning experience for you. Not only were you in the hospital to recover from a brutal lashing due to fighting, but one of the girls who you remembered from your time as a concubine was brought into the hospital to have reconstructive surgery after a guest had gotten extremely violent and decided he didn’t like “the look on her face” and had smashed her face in with his boot, almost killing the poor girl. And the only thing the guest got from your master for such brutal treatment of “his property” was told to stop drinking wine for the rest of the night, that was it. \n\nNo wonder the “Tillman house” had a reputation of producing the best slaves in the system. They were completely broken, so paranoid over being beaten at any moment, and so frightened to offer any sort of resistance that there was simply no way that one of the “Famous Tillman Slaves” could do anything but what he or she was told to do. Of course, in order to leave the Tillman household a slave had to be sold, normally for a price that was at least two or three times higher than you were really worth on the slave market. Or you were killed and your body was thrown into the recycling chamber to be atomized and used for fuel to power the complex. \n\nIt wasn’t really what a lot of people would have called a good place to be. The constant physical and mental torture could get to anyone. And considering the fact that you were concerned about Tracy’s emotional and mental development, you really didn’t think that she had any chance at all of surviving this sort of hellhole without some sort of help. And at the moment, the only help that she was going to be able to find was you, and you still had your own [[neck to protect in the process]].

Someone started to roll you over onto your stomach and you couldn’t tell what was going on. You could only turn your head towards one of the walls and you saw the vid-cam pointed at your face. \n[img[z/zv.JPG]]\nYou actually wanted to smile at the camera for some reason, and yet you couldn’t even do that. All you could do was simply breathe and stare with your eyes half-closed at the small [[lens of the camera]]. \n

“Well!” He suddenly yells at Tracy. “You want me to get that puppy or should I just go ahead and drown it?”\n\nTracy clearly was hesitant to move at all. But the threat of drowning the puppy forced her into action. You felt her getting onto the bed behind you and her hands slowly hooking your thighs to hold you into place. And without a word or a warning, you felt her hot and thick tongue start to lick the cum off of your asshole’s opening. \n\n“No, no, no.” Brad says. “Don’t fucking tease, cumslut. Get your tongue up in that ass and scoop out the cum. Go on; stick your tongue in her ass. As far as you can shove it up there. Go on, do it or poor puppy gets flushed down the toilet.” \n\nTracy’s tongue no longer simply teased your asshole anymore. You felt the force she used to drive her tongue inside of your asshole increase. And while her tongue was not at all painful as she forced it inside of you, it did have a completely different sensation. Being sensitive after being fucked only increased the sensation and you could feel the tip of her tongue shifting inside of your ass as she tried [[desperately to clean up as much cum]] as possible. \n\n

You quickly scan the room and are extremely disappointed. The house was obviously not being used at all. The amount of dust on the floor and furniture was a clear sign that nobody lived in the house, not to mention the fact that the air itself smelled of rotten food from the kitchen and the fact that a couple of the windows were busted out. This is why you take more time gathering intelligence before going on a raid. At least that way you could be sure to know which buildings were worth hitting and which ones weren’t. \n\nYou came out of the house rather pissed off. Your first raid and you get the wonderful honor of kicking in a door to an empty house. What’s next? Going on a raid and kicking in the door of a barn? You were fuming mad when you came out of the house not because of the fact that nobody was home, but because it seemed to be such a huge waste of your time. It was one thing to question if you were actually ready to go on a raid; it was something completely different to come all this way to find an empty house. \n\nYou started to make your way back to the rally point, figuring that the others were bound to have better luck. All the houses couldn’t be empty and from the shouted orders you heard over your headset, it was clear that at least two or three people had captured a few slaves. You were thankful for a bit of “down-time” during the raid and took your small headset off to adjust the volume. Only the volume of your headset was nothing compared to the blast that erupted in front of your [[eyes and ruined your hearing]] completely. \n\n

You couldn’t help but take a quick second to smile. What was it about the biggest bitches you’ve ever known in your life being the ones who turned into such sluts on the verge of having a climax? The last time a woman had grabbed your head and told you to really work her clit like Penny was doing had been a real bitch to deal with as well. And you knew exactly what you had done to that woman that would send Penny through the roof. \n[img[z/26.JPG]]\nYou forced your head even closer to her crotch, forced your lips to close against Penny’s clit just enough to keep it as still as possible, then started to flick your tongue over her clit as fast and hard as possible. Then you added the slight “tease” by bringing your hand off of her pelvis and down to her vagina’s opening as you pressed your thumb inside of her pussy and teased her asshole with the tip of your middle finger. And just like the last woman you did this to, [[Penny had a climax she never]] expected to have. \n\n

But your beloved Freed States of Alpha were the weakest they have been in generations. A serious plague had swept across the colonies before it was finally under control. A very public and messy civil war within the “States” had resulted in a large population shortage that was still felt by the lack of skilled workers and professionals. For the most part, the “States” was still focused on rebuilding and improving their relationships with each other than their neighbors across the galaxcy. For the last 30-40 years, they have been mostly living as isolationists. "Fix home first before fixing the stars" was a common campaign theme among political leaders. Being involved in a war, of any real large scale, would spell the end of the “States” and result in the collapse of possibly the best faction in the galaxy. \n\nIt was a stable, but highly volatile situation at the moment. With each faction keeping an eye on each other, with everyone involved with their own plans and population, things had been peaceful. And all of that was about to change across the universe because of ten men, who simply wanted more power and wealth than they already had. Greed was a dangerous thing when it was one individual. But when that greed was spread over sixty-seven solar systems and a population of trillions it could result in the end of [[mankind as you knew it]].

<<set $age += 42>> \nDave Istan <<print $age>> year old male. \n[img[z/Dan.JPG]]\n<<if $slave eq "kept concubine" or $slave eq "guest entertainment" or $slave eq "head slave">>\nWhenever you think of someone who has been assigned breaking the wills and teaching slaves how to accept being slaves, as well as training slaves how to fight each other, you get the perfect idea of what sort of man Dave Istan is. He doesn’t train slaves to accept the collar because of the money, but because he actually loves to do it. \n\nOn the surface: Dave is a grumpy old man who is a bit too old to do his job. He isn’t as young and spry as he used to be, and no longer properly trains a slave in how to accept commands, but simply breaks their will completely through pain and suffering. He has lost his touch as far as effectively training a slave, but not his enjoyment out of inflicting pain. As far as training them how to fight, he enjoys that even more because he knows that someone is going to die. \n\nIn private: Dave is almost like a grandfather who has run out of steam. He is quiet, tends to want to be made physically comfortable and left alone. He complains about his muscles being sore, his joints hurting, his eyesight and hearing failing him. He is on the verge of simply retiring and being done with his career. Yet, he enjoys reliving his “glory days” of being a highly sought after trainer and his time aboard ships as a slave-trader. There is no doubt that the whole household would be better off without him lowering the quality of slaves available to have on hand. \n\nUnder the surface: Dave is simply a sick and sadistic bastard through and through. He enjoys inflicting pain, enjoys causing people to bleed, and enjoys hearing screams or muffled cries for mercy. The more someone begs, the more he enjoys it. The more the slave resists, the more Dave enjoys inflicting pain. He doesn’t care if it is a male or female who he has to work with, he knows how to make both of them scream in pain that most people haven’t thought of. \n<<endif>>\n<<if $slave eq "runaway slave" or $slave eq "rebel leader">>\nKilled by you during your attempt to flee the household. \n<<endif>>\n<<back>>

“Now, either you put your hands up or I’ll burn your brains through your ears.” The second person says, shockingly in a female voice. \n\n“Easy, easy.” You say as you put your hands up. “I just want off this rock. I’m not armed and I’m not wired for vid or sound.” \n\n“Keep ‘em up sweetheart.” The female says as she moves from your side to behind you. “Search her.” \n\nYou had no desire to have her gun going off and the laser burning its way through the back of your skull and out of your face. You stood as still as possible as the shop owner ran his hands along your legs and thighs. He was quick, but rather professional in the way he searched you. He didn’t just search your legs and waist, but under your arms, you buttocks, your crotch and embarrassingly you breasts as well. But he announced you “clean” and told you to sit in the single chair in the room. Yet the gun never waived and stayed pointing at you the entire time. \n\n“Okay, sweetie.” The female says. “So what’s so important that you just have to leave? Daddy feeling you up at home? You got a boyfriend that just can’t live without you somewhere else? What’s the deal?” \n\n“I have orders to report to [[basic training]].” You tell her. \n\n

He finally broke the kiss, after you felt it went on too long, but seemed to be satisfied that you “meant it” and picked up your bags and directed you to his vehicle. This was going to be a major problem. You were already trying to figure out a way to get false papers and a new passport to get off this planet as it was, you didn’t need to have a ‘boyfriend’ hanging around as you tried to keep a low profile and basically break the law at every turn. But now you had to do what you had to do and ditch this asshole at the same time. It was obvious from the way that he hung around you that he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight without a good reason. \n\nBut it was funny that you were in this kind of situation. A year or so ago you would have enjoyed having a ‘young girlfriend’ to help you with your cover story. Having a little ‘young thing’ around the house as you went about your business would have helped you present yourself as a virile young male on the rise. But now? Now that you were the female in this sort of situation it was a major problem that had to be dealt with and dealt with as soon as possible. \n\nYet, you couldn’t just kill the guy. You didn’t know who he was or how he was connected to the local authorities. For all you knew this could be the son of the local barracks commander and killing him would have resulted in the whole army looking for you. And what do you do with the body? You could easily dispose of someone in space, or into a company recycler. You’ve done both more than once over the years as a spy. But residential recyclers were not large enough to take a whole body at once. They were normally powerful enough to do it rather quickly, but they had limited access that was designed with smaller openings. You would have to kill him and then chop him up into smaller pieces. It would take time and make a big mess. Both of which would have raised too many questions and too much suspicion. And you couldn’t simply shoot the guy and take his vehicle. You didn’t even have a knife, let [[alone a gun on you]].

It was a difficult thing to describe, but it was how you felt about yourself when you looked into a mirror. You saw what you wanted to see, and because of her young age and figure, you found Eve to be highly attractive and that still made you think of her like you would have as a male. You wanted her to be the type of girl you would have liked to be with, not the one you wanted to be.\n\nYet, you had at least “gone through with it” and had taken the first step in getting the captain on your side. You just had to try to keep getting through with it and hoping that he didn’t hold your inexperience or lack of enthusiasm against you, or even noticed your lack of experience and enthusiasm. You knew from personal experience that a guy could be blinded to a lot of things simply because a girl got him off that he might notice after spending more time with her. \n\nYou were thankful that the captain was a little busy with the readouts and monitoring the ship’s systems to talk to you when you got out of the refresher. You simply told him that you had fun and that you were looking forward to the next time that you had a little free time. But you needed to get some sleep and set the hiber-bed to put you to sleep as soon as [[you got back in your]] seat.\n\n

“Hold on.” You say. “What makes you think that I’m going to need one?” \n\n“Oh wow.” Lucy says. “I was just looking for a bit of fun. But if you want to go bareback, that’s fine with me. Okay, hand them over, blondie.” \n\nYou watch in shock as Becky reaches into her small little purse and pulls out two condoms in their wrappers. Lucy laughs at the look on your face as she flushes them down the toilet. \n\n“You fill her in.” Lucy says as she looks at Becky. “I’ll be right back.” \n\nLucy quickly leaves the room as Becky grabs your shoulders and spins you around to look you in the eyes. \n\n“Okay, listen up.” She says, sounding more serious than you’ve ever heard her on the ship. “It’s time for you to be a real member of the crew. Since we have to count on your ass on the ship, Lucy and I planned this little outing to see if you are up for it or not. We aren’t going to put our asses on the line for you if you can’t at least cut loose whenever needed. It’s time for you to earn your stripes, honey. Back out now, and you might as well find another ship to fly in. Lucy and I are not going to let the captain keep [[another prude on the ship again]]. It just ain’t happening.” \n\n

Your first burst was pretty good. You saw at least two soldiers suddenly dive for cover from the unexpected bolts of plasma being fired at them. You shouldn’t have smiled, but you couldn’t help it. They had the upper hand in weapons and in armor, but you had placed them on the defensive instead of the attack after your vehicle had blown up. They clearly thought that they had the upper hand and were going to easily sweep over your position and your crew without breaking a sweat. But by yourself you had dropped at least three soldiers, who were going to be sleeping for several hours and stalled the advancement of the others by a good amount of time. And now they were starting to dive for cover and rethink their strategy of attack. \n\nYou turned to take off between the houses, knowing that nobody was going to be able to see you. You found it odd to be able to hear the steady ringing in your ears and yet being able to hear your heartbeat thumping in your ears at the same time. You knew that it wasn’t really “hearing” your heartbeat but more or less feeling the pulses from the blood rushing by your ruptured eardrums, but it was an odd sensation. You turned the corner of the house on your left, looking forward to being able to join your crew and fighting off the rest of the soldiers since [[you now outnumbered them]]. \n\n

The Red Rabbit is a high-end brothel on Binder that caters to “pampering” the male clients. It offers quality food, quality drinks, and the men are allowed to have sex without having to wear a condom, or “pull out”. It also offers dancing, massages, bathing services, a special room set aside for watching sports, or a small vid-theater. It also provides “dates”, which allows the man to eat and watch a movie with the same girl without having to have sex. This is a rare request, but it happens enough to be a service provided. “Special interests” such as bestiality, S&M, Dominatrix, Group-sex, recording Vids, can be arranged but are held in private rooms. \n\nWhat makes the Red Rabbit really stand out are three things. The requirements to the male customer aren’t many, but are strictly enforced. Being freshly showered or bathed, registering all weapons upon entering the building, and any male who is asked to leave by the bouncers must do so or risk being killed on the spot without hesitation. These rules are not just enforced by the staff, but also by the “Family”, or criminal organization, that controls the building and surrounding area. \n\nWhile not the only brothel, nor the only place to find a prostitute in general, the Red Rabbit is almost a status symbol for the clients that use it as well as a leader in making sweeping changes to the whole red-light district on Binder. It has elevated the whole “prostitution profession” in general, and is often seen as the “proper way to run a brothel”. There are a few imitators on Binder, but none are as popular or as busy. \n\nFamily Boss: [[Carter]]. \nOverseer: [[Ernie]]\nOwner/Madam: [[Amanda Linder]]\nHead Bouncer: [[Brad Newton]]\nMain Bartender: [[Joe Franks]]\n[[Megan Hill]]\n[[Kris Deese]]\n[[Shawn Rice]]\n[[Dana Pell]]\n[[Eve A Jones]]\n\n<<back>>

<<pink>>“The problem is that you don’t know how to enjoy it.”<</pink>> Eve counters. <<pink>> “You are always thinking about what to do if he cums, that you never just take the time to enjoy it. You are always focusing on the ending, that you can never just focus on the moment itself. And that’s why you are always struggling with it. Just forget about the moment he is going to climax, and just think about what you are doing. Or rather, what we are doing.”<</pink>>\n\n“What the hell does that even mean?” You ask her. “How the fuck can you go down on a guy and not think about what you are going to do when he has a climax?” \n\n<<pink>>“That’s easy.”<</pink>> She points out. <<pink>>“Unlike you, I never think about it at all. I just focus on each second as it is happening. Are we sucking too hard or not hard enough? Did he moan because he liked it or because he didn’t? Is it possible to go deeper or faster? Or should we focus more on the tip? You are always thinking about how it is going to end that you never pay attention to what you are actually doing. That’s why you kind of suck at sucking. If you [[would only let me take control]], I bet you a hundred bucks you would be amazed at how fun it could be.”<</pink>>\n\n

You needed something to rekindle that spark of self-respect in the slaves again. They needed to have something, even for just a day, to remind them that they were still human beings and not just a piece of property like they were being treated as. The only problem was, you had no idea what sort of “spark” to give the other slaves as you struggled to perform your duties around the house as you were instructed. How do you find something that was missing when you weren’t even able to look for it in the first place? You needed something, anything really, to be able to build on. \n\nAnd you were able to find it one day when: \n[[Your mistress died]]. \n[[Your head slave was being punished]].\n[[Your mistress sold you off]]. \n

---------------\n<<pink>>“Stop fighting, James.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“She’s right. Well, she’s right about how the guild treats you after a failed raid. If you come back empty handed, you get put on the list and have to wait until there is an opening to go back out.”<</pink>>\n\n“Are you serious?” You ask her in shock. “You are going to let them rape us right here in the bathroom of a bar?” \n\n<<pink>>“Well, if you would quit fighting, it isn’t really rape. Is it?”<</pink>> Eve points out. <<pink>>“And besides, it’s not really rape at all. You just heard her say that she has to do it and so does Missy. It’s just a part of the job. A part you don’t want to admit to because you hate yourself after having sex. Well, I don’t. I kind of enjoy it. So, stop [[fighting and enjoy it like]] I’m going to do. Besides, it will make us part of the crew, well, in the long run it will.” <</pink>>\n----------------------\n\n

“Look, I’m just not in the mood. Okay?” You tell him. “All I want to do is just lay here and get some sleep. It’s been a long day and I haven’t felt right since decon. Just let me sleep. Just jerk off or something.” \n\nYou turn your back to him and close your eyes thinking that you had dodged a bullet and avoided having to do anything with him. But you only had a few seconds to enjoy your ‘victory’ when he grabs your shoulder with one hand and pushes you back onto your back as he straddles your chest. You were able to avoid sucking his cock, but you were now basically pinned as he started to jerk off and point his cock directly at your face. \n\n“What the fuck are you doing?” You call out and try to turn you head away from him. \n\n“Oh, come on.” He says as he keeps stroking his cock. “You said you liked it the first time I came all over your face.”\n\nWhat? You never said any such thing to him. Well, you never did but maybe the young girl you had taken over had said it at some point. You knew that some girls enjoyed it because they found it funny when a guy had a climax. Between the general mess and the spurts, they just thought of the whole “male climax” as a funny thing to watch in general. You knew one or two girls yourself who said that they loved getting a facial and you had always been [[happy to give them]] one when you could. \n\n

The captain was the “god and father” of the ship and crew, but you were effectively the “mother” of the crew that would keep them safe and would at least try to keep personal problems from getting out of hand. While you were normally “busy” during take off and landings, you were free to move around the ship while you were traveling through your fold, provided you weren’t needed in the cockpit to take over the controls if the ship was stopped. \n\nBut the Oracle was a good ship, had some really nice engines that were modified well beyond what was available to most “civilian and transport ships” with a fair amount of armor and weapons to boot. It wasn’t quite a military vessel, but she could easily be used to at least make an attempt to get away from any recognized “law enforcement” agency other than State Police, which were generally in military vessels anyway. And you knew that the best course of action was to learn every square inch of your new home until you could get to back to your bosses. \n\nYour first “take off” was smooth, or at least nobody complained about it, and you made the preparations to fold space when you were told where to go. You just wished that you could have gone into the Alpha states instead of making a run to the Union. But you did as you were told and prepared the ship for the journey. Unlike passengers that were put into stasis pods to sleep through the trip, your seat folded back into a bed that was more or less a hibernation chamber that would let you sleep for two or three days at most before you woke up to verify you flight plans. You made a mental note to find a way to add more [[padding to your seat]] as soon as possible. \n\n

Now, had it been stocked with food from an agricultural planet you would be sitting on a ton of cash. Selling food to a planet was so profitable that some pirates had retired after one successful raid; never to be heard from again as they didn’t even leave their mansions anymore. If you were sitting on a supply of food, your share alone would be enough to purchase your own ship, or hire a crew that was willing to run the blockade and take you all the way to the Alpha States capital planet and still have enough left over to buy yourself a small moon of you own if you wanted on. \n\nBut so far, this was looking to be a complete washout. Not only was the cargo crap, but the reaction time from the crew was complete crap as well. Maybe you had simply run across a drone ship. They were not used that often because nobody really trusted a ship to take off and land under computer control. But for doing a supply run of farming and housing supplies? Well, a drone ship was much cheaper than hiring an actual crew to baby-sit such cheap cargo. You actually paid more in the cost of food, fuel and crew wages than you would get from the cargo itself. \n\nYet, you watched the door at the end of the hallway like you were supposed to. You had your weapon trained on the door, ready to fire the second that it opened up and the crew finally did try to stop you. Just because it “might be” a drone ship, didn’t mean that it was. There might be three or four people aboard, but if you weren’t ready for, they could kill you before [[you even knew they were]] there. \n\n

Sadly, that little fight got both of you a visit from a horrible man. Dave was your “trainer”, or rather the ‘trainer’ of all the slaves. And two slaves getting into a physical fight with each other was one of the few rules that simply wasn’t broken by anyone, no matter if they were the lowest slaves working in the garden or a concubine. Once the fight had happened, it was only a matter of time before the punishment was passed out. And while he had specific orders about leaving your more “intimate parts” alone and undamaged, he had no problems at all putting you and Vicky back into the hospital for another four days due to the flailed skin off your backs from the lashing. But you were the one that learned a valuable lesson from that incident, and that was Dave Istan was pure sadist who enjoyed inflicting pain for the slightest reason. \n[img[z/8.JPG]]\nBut as bad as the fight and punishment had been, it was nothing compared to how you were treated by your new “head slave”. Penny was just as vindictive as Dave was; only she used completely different methods to punish someone. And she also used her position as head slave to ensure that the punishment passed out wasn’t always the “guilty party” but someone who was completely innocent. So while you and Vicky were considered “unable to perform” due to being in the hospital for several days, the other concubines found their food and water rations cut in half. Not only that, but she had ordered that three of the older concubines be transferred to “guest entertainment”, which basically still left them on duty for sexual favors to guests, but also meant that at any time a guest could become violent for the [[evening without upsetting the host]].

You instantly felt your tears flowing down your cheeks at the penetration of his cock and it was made worse by the fact that you knew that you had to be “tight” because of the way that he was holding the base of his cock as he moved deeper and deeper inside of your vagina. He clearly had to add a bit more “force” to go inside of you and you couldn’t help but quickly think if that was something that was due to being too dry or simply being too tight because obviously Eve was still a virgin. \n<<set $bribe = "basic training">> <<set $comp = "basic training">>\nBut it didn’t matter that much in the long run. He was able to finally insert his cock inside of you and it was only a few more seconds before you could actually feel the head of his cock moving in and out of you as he moved his hips. It was an odd sensation that might have been somewhat enjoyable if it wasn’t for the sheer pain that you were feeling at the moment. That was why you were crying so much, simply because it was so painful. \n<<set $shoot = "basic training">> <<set $vag = "extremely tight">>\nAnd obviously your cries of pain weren’t helping at all at the moment as the more you cried out in pain the more he seemed to enjoy the whole thing. He actually started to move faster and harder as you cried out and despite the fact that you had to look like crap from all the tears, he couldn’t stop looking at you as he drove his cock in and out of your vagina. You actually saw him smile at you as he grabbed one of your breasts and gave it a firm squeeze, firmer than he needed to because you actually let out another gasp of pain at the way his [[hand had squeezed]] you.

She laughs when you say that. Not just laugh as if she was surprised, but laughed as if you had to be kidding her and that this was some sort of practical joke on her. She laughed so long and hard that all you could do was sit there in silence until she was done. But the longer you sat in silence, the more she realized you weren’t kidding at all. \n\n“Oh, shit.” B says. “You were being serious.” \n\n“I was.” You tell her. “And I can pay for it too.” \n\n“Honey, ain’t no amount of money going to get you into the States. No matter what sort of passport you got, you can’t get in there at the moment. Haven’t you heard? There is a blockade on all ships crossing into the States at the moment. You will be stopped, boarded and turned back to the nearest port if they catch you within 25 light years of the border.” \n\n“Then what do you suggest?” You ask her. \n\nYou knew that it was a risk to ask to go to the States directly, but the blockade was something that you had not heard of. That put a serious barrier in your path and you had to figure out a way to cross it. But space was vast and no matter how big a blockade was, there was always a way around it. Granted, the only people who would risk running a blockade were pirates who were looking to loot and kill for any cargo to sell on the black market, slavers, or suicidal spies attempting to get away on their own in specially modified vehicles. But you knew that a spaceship like that was a dead giveaway and was just as likely to be destroyed by military vessels instead [[of stopped and boarded]].

The pain of the first cock buried into you was horrible. The captain wasn’t exactly “large” as far as his cock was concerned, but you were still a virgin and you were not ready to be violated by the crew in such a manner. You heard him grunt as you screamed against the gag with each of his thrusts into you. It was only a matter of time before you felt him cum inside of you and watched as he stepped away from your crotch and the next guy took his place. \n[img[z/zf.JPG]]\nAgain your body was rocked by the guy fucking you. Only this time, he was a “large” guy and the pain that jolted through your body with each thrust was worse than ever. Again you tried in vain to scream past the gag in your mouth and you simply watched as his body moved and he fucked [[you until he came]] inside of you. \n\n

There was no customs at all, nor was there a decon process. Why would there be? With the typical shipment of prisoners? Well, all the decon that was needed to be done was already completed before they were put on the ship to go to binder in the first place. And you noticed that while you had landed in a military vessel, there wasn’t a single military officer within sight as several prisoners exited the ship, all with the same dead-eye look in their eyes as they accepted their fate of being shipped off to work as a miner. \n\nYet, you were on your own and that was a very dangerous situation at the moment. There was no “information desk” to ask questions and there was no “courtesy vid-coms” to call someone, nor was there any kind of taxi service waiting for you outside the port to take you to a hotel or restaurant. There was however a single line-rail that was waiting on you and with no other options available you took the first seat that was available. \n\nBeing squeezed against the back of the seat as the line-rail started up was uncomfortable, but after a couple of seconds of 3G’s, it eased up and it felt like a smooth ride along the rail. There was a bright light at the end of the tunnel and suddenly you were on the surface of Binder and looking upward at the sight that was impossible to describe to anyone who had [[never seen it before]]. \n\n

You were not a trained nuclear physicist, nor did you even try to fool yourself into thinking that you were a skilled and talented engineer being capable of handling any kind of malfunction with the reactors. But you were able to at least grasp the basic concepts and understood the negative results of a reactor being too hot. It wasn’t so much the dangers of a radioactive accident happening. No, the risks were greater than that. \n<<set $impress = "dependable">> <<set $trust = "are starting to">>\nThe reactor would simply continue to heat up, eventually reaching a temperature that would eat its way through the protective shielding, then through the decks of the ship until it finally burned it’s way though the outer hull. Once that happened, the vacuum of space would suck the entire reactor chamber out through the weakened metal like jam through a straw. Only instead of simply destroying the single reactor, the sudden change in pressure and coldness of space would result in the material suddenly contracting into a small mass. \n<<set $expect = "almost as smart as you are cute">>\nAnd that was the greatest risk of all. Instead of simply doing a potential massive amount of just physical damage to the ship, making it impossible to land unless patched properly. The contracting mass of radioactive material would compress into a mass small enough to create a nuclear bomb right under your asses. The explosion would be so powerful that the ship itself would be vaporized instantly, not to mention everyone and everything on board. Not only that, but the explosion would result in the second reactor going critical as well, fueling the first explosion even more. You would end up in a massive blast that would shine like a supernova for days as the force of the explosion was folded back on itself by the [[coldness and vacuum of space]] itself.

And yet, either by sheer chance or by careful planning, the master was away when Hilda went into labor. No less than two days after word came down that the master wasn’t going to be around, Hilda’s water broke in the middle of the night. The mood was slightly mixed in the concubine chambers as Penny and Vicky took the news as just another “mess” to deal with, while Tracy, Hilda and you were rather excited about the news. The thought of having a little baby around to take care of would surely lighten the mood in the room. Only you never got a chance to be able to enjoy the birth of the child, Hilda was taken to the complex’s medical facilities and kept there for several weeks. So, you didn’t have her around or the baby to play with either. \n\nBut what you did have was Tracy’s puppy. This was strange because for the first time since you met her, you saw what Tracy was really like as a human being. She was animated, she was playful, and she was somewhat cheerful and clearly loving. There was no other way to say it, but she completely doted on that puppy every ounce of love and affection that she had been denied since she had been captured as a slave in a slave-trader’s raiding party. For five years she had been “on her own” until you showed up as a friend. But friendship was no substitute for “family”. And as far as Tracy was concerned, she was that puppy’s mother, not master. \n\nAnd while Penny and Vicky would both be bitches to you and Tracy from time to time, even they both enjoyed having the puppy running around the room flopping down as she got too excited or over stimulated from attention. It was the first time that you have ever seen a group of women change so much in such a short amount of time. And it wasn’t your imagination that there was a slight shift of personalities when the puppy was around. Both Eve and Tracy had both noticed that Penny and Vicky tended to be a little kinder and more patient whenever they were [[allowed to hold and pet the puppy]].

“Well, it isn’t like I got much choice in the matter.” You tell her. “After I got rejected from basic training, I didn’t really have much of a future. My parents disowned me, my dad kicked me out of the house and my brothers didn’t want anything to do with me. It was either try to earn some money on my own or end up working as a whore or dead on the streets.” \n\nShe looks at you for a few seconds trying to figure out how much of what you are telling her is the truth and how much is bullshit. You knew that your false passport only gave a short summary of being an “undesirable”, which was simply Orion short-hand for being socially tainted for one reason or the other. It could mean you had a criminal record, mental deficiency, or you had done something that would have been thought of as a revolutionary in a “fascist society”. Then again, it could also mean that you simply got caught sleeping with your teacher at school, or worse you got caught sleeping with a family member. Or you simply got caught using drugs and doing something stupid like dancing nude in the city fountain. Being an “undesirable” was a tricky thing to pull off, simply because the people on the other end might not believe it. \n\nYet, what could the officer do to you? At this point, all she could really do was deny you entry into the Congo and send you back home. It wasn’t like you were actually able to be sent into slavery just yet. You hadn’t broken any rules and you had gone through the “proper channels” to gain entry into the Republic. You just hadn’t convinced her just yet that you were actually [[serious about joining the]] slaver’s guild.

He left the end of that threat hanging in the air like a stench he didn’t want to get near. The sheer thought that your life was on the line and based on your sexual skills really worried you because you were having such a difficult time doing the slightest thing with a man without freaking out about it. This was the first time that you had been able to at least do a “proper blowjob” and it still ended in failure. To make things worse, after they left you were quickly escorted out of the party and back to the Red Rabbit where you were told to go to your room for the rest of the night and not to bother anyone else. \n\nIt took you a few minutes to finally sleep. Actually it took you a few minutes for the pain pills to finally kick in to calm you down enough to finally get some sleep. But as soon as you were asleep you were bothered as you called around [[for Eve to talk to you]]. \n\n

What you didn’t expect however was to be paraded around the house wearing very little. You were there to be on “display” as your master’s status symbol. The more slaves he owned, the higher in society he was. It wasn’t like you were being used for any kind of perverse pleasure, or at least not yet. But you were being used as some kind of display of your master’s ability to find and secure the “best” slaves available. You were easily the biggest breasted girl that was used to “show off”, but you weren’t exactly the best looking. Some of the other girls were actually gorgeous looking, and yet didn’t quite have the same physical attributes that you had. \n[img[z/zl.JPG]]\nYet, your first few weeks in the house were spent mostly cleaning and serving meals. Nobody laid a hand on you, at least not sexually, and you never saw anyone being abused. But there was a feeling that you were never able to shake as you did what was required of you. There was always the feeling that at any moment things were going to go to hell and someone, for some reason that was never fully understood, was going [[to pay a heavy price for]] it. \n\n

All of this raced through your mind, and you instantly knew exactly what to expect when you got to the other ship. The other crew was going to have more time to prepare their defenses. They would already be scrambling to their positions the moment your ship fired at them. But not, with the few extra seconds they had to prepare, you knew their weapons were primed and charged, they were looking down their sights at their assigned kill zones waiting for a target to appear, and probably making a few last second adjustments to reposition a few key people here and there along the way. \n\nThe only way to really counter a crew that was ready for you to attack was to: \n\nSwitch from [[your weapons to your explosives]]. \nPut your weapon [[away and prepare the breach]] charges. \n[[Switch to your secondary point of entrance]].

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But you didn’t end up having much choice in the matter. Tracy’s hand was grabbing your hand and pulling your down onto your knees in front of the man before you could do or say anything. You were stunned by the reckless abandon that she threw herself into as she started to suck his cock to full length. You couldn’t tell if she was doing it out of fear or because she wanted to. But whatever her motivation was, she was not going to simply let you sit there and watch without taking part. \n[img[z/t.gif]]\nYou felt her hand grabbing the back of your head and forcing his cock into your mouth. You weren’t going to do anything other than simply the absolutely minimum needed now that you had his dick in your mouth. You were going to just keep one or two inches in your mouth and that was it, nothing more. But Tracy had other ideas. She wasn’t going to let your lack of enthusiasm interfere with her efforts. If she was trying to make a good impression on the man, you don’t really know. But she surely made a good impression on you as you were fully aware of her efforts [[so close to your head]]. \n\n

You had to sit there in the chair and explain what you had done while he stood over you. You were fully aware of his cock a few inches away from you as he leaned over to check your controls. It was even more distracting because of the fact that his cock was bigger than your own cock used to be, but also fully erect at the moment, occasionally bumping into you as he checked various gauges on the control panel. \n<<set $bj += 4>> <<set $face += 4>>\n“Not bad.” He says as he grins down at you. “Good thinking. Now. Before we go get yelled at by the captain, how about you give me a bit of attention?” \n<<set $fuk += 5>> <<set $cpie += 2>> <<set $con += 3>> \n“What?” You ask him in surprise. \n<<set $ass += 3>> <<set $asscum += 2>> <<set $asson += 1>>\n“Oh, come on, Eve.” He says. “We all know that you fucked the captain before you came down here to hide out. You want me to keep protecting your sweet ass; it’s time to pay the price. So, what’s it going to be? Hooking up with me or going back to being the captain’s little fuck-toy all the time? At least I will actually teach you how to be a part of the crew and not just some fuck-rag.” \n<<set $hj += 3>> \nHe had a valid point. You had been used by the captain and not learned a damn thing while you were with him. But you had learned a lot while in the engine room, and for the first time in almost three months the engineer actually did or said anything sexual in nature. But it wasn’t like you were really all that surprised seeing how erect his cock was at the moment. It was something that had been impossible to ignore as he hovered over you the way he did. Not to mention the fact that at the moment due to the way you were sitting down and he was standing, it was almost the perfect height for [[you to use your lips on]] him.

But nothing that you had been able to pick up and learn from your host body indicated that you would be involved in this sort of situation. The fact that you had such a “good history” was something that was working for you when you landed on Hoffman because it would mean that you were able to move about without someone looking over your shoulder all the time. But it was clearly working against you at the moment because that same “Freedom” that you had at the moment could be used to do something that wasn’t exactly illegal, but was something that wasn’t fitting to your “good girl” image that you picked up on. \n\nYet that same “good girl” sort of feeling you got from what you knew about your new body gave you an idea. If you complained that the guy was paying too much for this specific hotel it would give you a better idea of what was going on. If he agreed with you and found another hotel, that meant that he was really just a friend and had simply tried to find a “good place” for you to stay. It would be safe for you to stay there, having supper with him and probably hanging out and “catching up” on a few things. \n\nIf he completely “insisted” on using this specific hotel chain? Well, then at that point you knew that he had something in mind and it was going to be up to you if something happened or not. You didn’t really have many options available to avoid it if it got that far, but you didn’t want to do it either. You were simply using the body as a way to get out of the area, not for some party-favor to be used over a week and [[then tossed aside]]. \n\n

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And as soon as he used Tracy’s nose to wipe the last drop of cum off the tip of his dick and took a step back, you moved into position. You quickly grabbed Tracy’s face to keep her still as you used your tongue to scoop up the creamy thickness of his cum. You knew that he wasn’t going to say anything at least not as long as you were doing your ‘job’ properly. But you also knew that if you missed a single drop he would notice it as well. So you alternated between licking the cum off of her face and taking a second or two to back away from her and carefully look to see if you had missed any. Thankfully you hadn’t and by the time that Tim had returned to the room you had gotten the last bit of cum off of Tracy’s face. \n[img[z/14.gif][88]]\n

And you also knew that despite the fact that she was older than the rest of the concubines that she was still required to do the same things sexually with the master that the rest of you were required to do. Even though she annoyed you every chance she got when you were taking a shower, you had seen her following the same routine of showering and shaving as the rest of you. You even slightly chuckled as you saw the image of Vicky shoving her butt-plug into place every morning. So you knew that she was pretty much in the same situation, although she had a lot more power and abused it every chance she got. \n\nBut the real difference wasn’t Penny’s position of power over you and the other girls. No, the real difference was the fact that Penny actually loved your master in a way you never could. She was excited and eager to be of service whenever her name was called to show up in his room. The only reason that she got such delight out of watching you or any other girl being active with him was she knew that at any moment she might be ordered to join in the fun. And according to Hilda and Vicky, sometimes she wasn’t ordered to do it, she literally begged Brad if she could at least partake for a few minutes from time to time. \n\nSo why then did you hesitate? You were still on the bed on your hands and knees a foot or two away from her and suddenly frozen in place unable to move at all. You knew that you could provide her with some sexual satisfaction and you knew that for once she wasn’t going to be completely rude to you. Even if it only lasted for five minutes, it would be five minutes of relative peace between the two of you for once. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything at all. All you could do was stay frozen, but completely staring at her exposed pussy as she teased her clit with her middle finger. \n\n“Get down here, bitch!” [[Penny yells at you as she grabs your]] hair and pulls your face to her crotch.

You were trying to figure out what to do and how to handle the strained relationship before things got out of control and you weren’t able to find a solution. You tried, a little unsuccessfully to softly question a few of the other crewmembers about how you should handle the problem. But they had learned a long time ago not to get involved when the problems on the crew were between females. You did get a few friendly suggestions about working more shifts, or doing a bit more than just your fair share of the repairs. But that wasn’t something you actually had control over. You had to wait for something to break in order to fix it.\n\nBut you thought that you finally had a chance to make it up to her when: \n\nYou had to stop to be [[inspected prior to landing]]. \nYou found a [[small package of sweets]]. \nYou got a [[call to repair a faulty relay]]. \n

If you had hit the person or not you don’t know. One second the head had poked around the edge of the door and the next it was no longer there. You didn’t hear any screams or see any bodies on the floor, but you did see the scorch marks from the shots along the wall and against the door frame. You tried to will yourself to be more “careful” with your ammo and stopped pulling the trigger waiting for someone else to be foolish enough to step through the door. \n\nThere is a long pause at the door way and you can hear a few muffled voices talking to each other. The realization that it had to be pirates bothered you. If it was someone on your crew they would have known it was you and would have called your name. You waited, knowing that you were about to be rushed by the pirates and prepared to unload with everything you had. \n\nOnly you never got the chance. You heard Kelly’s voice as she cried out your name. And it wasn’t as if she was calling out to you in her normal joyful manner. It was obvious that she either had a weapon being held against her or that she had been shot. But she called your name a second time and slowly stood in the doorway, blocking your view of anyone behind her. \n\nYou hesitated, not sure what to do. A portion of you wanted to squeeze the trigger, and removing her ability to influence you, not to mention hitting the man that was clearly standing behind her judging by the number of legs you saw. But you couldn’t squeeze the trigger when you couldn’t [[get a clear]] shot.

“I’ve respected lots of men.” You countered her. “And a lot of women, too, now that I think about it.” \n\n<<pink>>“And how many of those men you respected would have wanted to fuck your brains out?”<</pink>> Eve asks. \n\n“Well, none.” You say. \n\n<<pink>>“Exactly.” <</pink>>Eve says as she starts to chuckle. <<pink>>“But Ryan would, in a heartbeat if you gave him a chance. Oh, Jim, you stupid fool. You simply don’t know what to do when a man wants to fuck you and can still respect you in the morning. Do what all women do when they start to have a crush on a man, enjoy it while you can.” <</pink>>\n\n“I do not have a crush on him.” You protest. \n\n<<pink>>“Really?”<</pink>> Eve says as she starts to laugh. <<pink>>“Then why in the world did you stop to find out what the captain did while we were in port? Huh? Tell me, little miss puppy-love. If you don’t have a crush on him, why was it so important [[that you showed up ten minutes early just]] to go to his cabin to let him know that you were looking forward to the next trip together?” <</pink>>\n--------------------------------------

But despite the clear threat and the compliment, you don’t really know which one bothered you more. The fact that you were fully aware that one mistake on your part could end up with you being stranded on a distant planet without notice, if you were lucky enough to avoid being killed because of that mistake. Or the fact that apparently you had what it took to be a smuggler in the first place, an occupation that while sometimes necessary wasn’t exactly what people wanted to do for a living either. \n\n“There are going to be times that we do carry items that will get us all arrested, or killed on some planets.” Ryan continues. “Obviously I will let everyone know that is the case before we take off, but normally it is just a long jail term that we might face. Or having the ship taken from us and leaving us stranded on some rock. But this isn’t always the case. I hired you simply because of your looks and nothing else. As soon as I saw you, I knew that I would have something that nobody else would have; a rainbow of pussy to bribe my way out of a jam. Becky being blonde, Lucy being a redhead, and Eve being somewhere in between with dark hair and nice tits. Well, with the three of you available, what man could turn all three of you down unless he was gay? And if that is the case, what gay man could pass up on Larry, Tom and Jake to pick from? You think that it was just pure chance that the only two people on this ship that are old and unattractive are the two who will be busy in the cockpit all the time, me and Jen?” \n\n“Well, that’s [[fucking insulting]].” You say in response.\n\n

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If that wasn’t enough, your eyes were filled with tears. You could feel them running down your face from the corners of your eyes as well as building up and running down your forehead. You couldn’t imagine how much your makeup was being ruined by the pounding your mouth was getting and wished that it would stop. The only time that you got any sort of reprieve from the constant pounding was when you started to make a sound that clearly indicated that you were about to lose your breakfast. But that was only a reprieve for a few seconds as he made sure that you didn’t make a mess on his cock or crotch. \n\nBut the smeared makeup, the overwhelming amount of spit on his cock and crotch, not to mention your own face, didn’t bother him at all. In fact, he seemed to enjoy the results of someone who had taken so much time to “be pretty” turned into a complete mess of spit, makeup, snot and sweat. To him, the more of a mess you looked at the moment, the happier he was. This in turn meant that even though he avoided the biggest mess, each time that he got a “good look” at your face, the next round of hip thrusts resulted in his cock jammed into your mouth harder and faster than the last round. \n\n“No.” Brad suddenly says as he yanks you off the bed and onto the floor. “No breakfast for you.” \n\nYou were stopped from standing up again by [[being pushed back onto]] your knees. \n\n

When you think of “party”, your mind goes to what you have grown accustomed to over the last few years. A gathering of people who were either in dress uniforms or in formal wear, often gathering to simply praise someone’s boss or to honor some special guest as he or she got promoted. The last ten parties you attended were more about brown-nosing and networking connections than they were about good food or good conversation. \n\nBeing at a party held by the criminal element however was a completely different world entirely. Forget the fact that everyone in the building was probably wanted on six or seven worlds, they didn’t care at all. Forget the fact that you could easily spot several military-grade weapons on the racks on the wall that were not supposed to be allowed to civilians, it was nothing compared to the actual tank that was sitting in the middle of the building as some sort of decoration. Granted, you had no trouble at all seeing that tank being used in case the police or military tried to do anything to break the party up. \n\nAnd the poor girl who was behind the bar was swamped with orders, paid with wads of cash that nobody bothered to think about getting their change from her. They would simply shout an order, hand over a wad of money and walk away with their drinks. Hell, you could see her from the door sticking a few bills in her g-string, but having to stuff money into the register behind her, knowing that most of that money would never go to a bank but to some boss or divided among bosses. And then you take into account the amount of drugs that you could see? Well, it was obviously clear that this was not a crowd that was going to try to worry about eating with the right fork or bothering with [[a plate for your dinner rolls]].

Only you woke up a few minutes later as Vicky was on the side of the bed, deepthroating Jeff’s dick for all she was worth. You could see the way she engulfed his cock as if she was in love with it. It was odd seeing a girl of any age or appearance virtually worshiping a cock the way she was worshipping Jeff’s by going so far down on him. And the odd way she was gently and lovingly cradling his nuts with the tips of her fingers as she moved her lips two inches at a time. From the base of his cock to two inches up then back down again to the base. It wasn’t really a ‘big’ blowjob as far as movement was concerned, but it was clearly an arousing one as the slightest movement meant he felt something along the entire length of his cock. \n\nAnd then she suddenly pulled his cock completely out of her mouth, turned to look at you and dumped a mouthful of cum and spit into your mouth. You hadn’t even felt the gag removed from you until she pried open your mouth and deposited the mass into your mouth. And for your ‘reward’, she punched you in the neck, causing you to start to cough uncontrollably. The massive wad of spit and cum shot out of your mouth as you coughed, coating your face with an even bigger mess than before.\n\nBetween the cuts, the bruises, the smeared makeup, the tears, the sweat and the possible blood on your face, what difference did a little spit and cum make at this point. Well, it made a very large difference after all as the cum started to find minor and a couple of major cuts here and there. And there was no way to describe the way that the cum actually stung as it entered your wounds. It wasn’t quite as bad as rubbing [[actual salt into an open]] wound, but it did enough to be noticed.

You were grabbed, rather forcefully and pulled from Kelly’s arms. You heard her protests cut short by being slapped and then you watched as her clothes are ripped off of her as well as your own. Both of you protest as you are repeatedly raped by the pirate crew. \n[img[z/zbe.JPG]]\n[[Over and over someone]] shoves his hard cock into you. \n\n

Yet, you couldn’t quite focus on the cock that was inside of your vagina at the moment because of the one that was softly smacking your face as a reminder that you should be doing something. It wasn’t a good blowjob by any means. You would only be able to stay on the top three inches or so because of the way you felt when it got too far into you mouth and started to gag on him. But if there was anything that might have made it better was the fact that you were giving him a real and honest “hummer” at the same time because of the way you were using his cock to muffle your grunts from the pain in your crotch. \n\nOr if not a “hummer” then maybe a “grunter” would be a better way to describe it. For several minutes you were sucking one guy off as the other one was fucking you. Every now and then someone would cup one of your large breasts, and while it wasn’t exactly helping to get you through the moment it wasn’t actually hindering you. A few times you had to do a quick shifting of your weight for either a better feeling or better angle to move. But you were doing it. You were doing the one job that Kelly hated the most in the world and you were doing it on your own as her friend and not as just a crewmember. \n\nAnd that was what helped you through the whole thing. Thinking of yourself as doing a friend a favor. The more you thought about Kelly the more you recalled the things that she did when you were forced to film her with two guys. You knew that at some point someone was going to want to be inside of your ass as the other one fucked you, or trying to shove both their cocks into one opening. It wasn’t something you were looking forward to, but if Kelly had been able to [[do it then so could you]].

Landing in the Congo was always a dangerous thing. Not because of any kind of risk to mechanical problems, but because of serious cultural issues. The Congo was the only place in the universe that social interaction was dictated by the female, and always the female of higher status. So, once you landed you weren’t at all surprised to see such a lower job of “decon-attendant” being handled by a bunch of slaves, male slaves at that. \n\nAnd unlike the decon process in Fed-territory, the decon in the Congo was a lot stricter and rather completely impersonal. Once you landed, your bags were delivered to one section of the port to be scanned by various different machines and by hand. But the people were led into a single bathroom that was shared by both males and females. If you had any concerns about modesty or grooming habits, you should leave them on the ship when you get off and enter the port. \n\nWithout the slightest concern about your comfort, your modesty or even your dignity, you were led to a small stall in the bathroom where your clothes were taken off of you, quickly but not ripped, then directed to enter the stall across the short row of benches. Once there, you were almost flung into a chair that was angled almost flat as two more slaves shaved not just you head, but your crotch, your underarms, your legs and even your arms. You weren’t the only one that found this extremely unsettling as you heard a few raised voices cry out both in anger and in shock. You were actually grateful that you were a female because it was easier than it could have been as a male. You couldn’t imagine how you would have felt with another man grabbing you shaft and balls to move them around as [[he shaved you completely bare]].

And of course, you would need the man who was the so-called ‘director’ to be there, since he was the one that was in charge of what was going on. But why you needed another ten men, most of who were just hanging out near the back of the studio? Well, you simply couldn’t figure it out other than they were there to watch a ‘free show’ that normally cost about 500 sterlings at the Red Rabbit. \n\nThe sex part of the movie started off easy enough. At least as far as you were concerned, it was easy. All you really had to do was rest on your back as Shawn went down on you. And despite the fact that you really didn’t get along with her that much, feeling her tongue flickering along your clit did feel good. She might be a real bitch at times, but she sure as hell knew how to ‘work a pussy’ with her tongue. Before you realized just how intense her little lesbian tongue-lashing was, you [[started to feel yourself about]] to climax. \n\n

-----------------\n<<pink>>“So, we learned how to start a reactor and suck a dick. Is that it?”<</pink>> A voice chimes in your head.<<pink>> “What are we going to learn on this trip? How to take on two guys at once?” <</pink>> \n\n“Look.” you tell the odd voice. “I’m just trying to get on a real crew and be taken seriously.” \n\n<<pink>>“Oh bullshit.” <</pink>> The voice chimed back.<<pink>> “Don’t try that shit with me. I felt how you were attracted to the supply officer. I bet he would love to bend you over and fuck you in the ass if you gave him a chance.” <</pink>> \n\n“Well, tough.” You reply. “I’m not going to give him a chance.” \n\n<<pink>>“Oh really?”<</pink>> The voice says.<<pink>> “Then that means that I can take a shot at him. Look out world; it’s time for [[Eve to have some fun]].” <</pink>> \n-----------------

You watch as he puts his belongings down on the floor and leans over and whispers something in her ear. Something that you couldn’t hear but you could see the reaction on her face. When he leaned over she closed her eyes, prepared for him to bite her or to suddenly hit her, something that would cause pain. Then her eyes suddenly snapped open and she nodded at him wide-eyed and smiled, this time with an honest smile. \n<<set $expect = "cute but harmless">>\n“Okay, then I will make you a deal.” He says as he reaches over and grabs your hand. “If you will agree to do as you are told, when you are told, I will get you one.” \n<<set $trust = "are unable to">>\n“Yes, sir.” Tracy says. “I understand.”\n<<set $impress = "property">>\n“Good. Now, before I leave this fucking house for the last time, I want something from the two of you.” He says as he leans against the table. “I want you two to suck my dick.”\n<<set $asscum += 1>> <<set $three += 1>>\nYou watch as he unzips his pants and exposes a cock that was impressive in size but nothing that would have been considered “huge”. You were stunned by his attitude more than his physical appearance or size of his semi-erect hard-on. But you weren’t going to do such a thing to a man who you only knew as “Brad” and nothing else. You didn’t give a damn if you were a slave and he was your owner. As far as you were [[concerned he could kiss your ass]].

<<set $age += 11>> \nLucy Becker, <<print $age>> year old female. \n[img[z/Lucy.JPG]]\nLucy Becker is the type of girl everyone likes, even you. She is kind, friendly, easy going, unjudgmental, level headed and above all else, still a bit mischievous and enjoys the small things in life. The best way to describe Lucy is “fun”. Quick with a smile, always willing to help and often shows interest in not just what you are doing, but how you are doing. \n\nOn the ship: Lucy is probably the “darling” of the ship. Most of the crew loves her, in various ways, and almost always looks forward to being on shift when she is. Even when not on duty with her, they are still looking forward to seeing her for supper or seeing if she is free to enjoy a vid or a chat. Yet, despite all of this attention that she can get, she doesn’t let it go to her head and she knows that it is possible for someone to suddenly change ships if a better offer comes along. \n\nOff the ship: Lucy is a party animal. There is no other way to describe it. The louder the club, the more fun it is. The stronger the drink, the more she wants it. The more attention she gets from people around the port, the more she craves it. The best time to be around Lucy is when she is off the ship, provided that you can keep up with her and perfectly willing to spend the night with a stranger or wake up with worst hangover of your life. \n\n<<back>>

And then complete darkness as Jeff finally secured the blindfold over your eyes. You had no idea of when or where the first spanking was going to happen and you tried to desperately tell yourself that it was still ‘okay’ because Vicky knew that she couldn’t really harm you that much. She might be able to spank your ass with the switch, but that was about all. Anything else, especially any of your private parts, was strictly banned. Not even Dave could do anything more than slap your breasts with his bare hand, and that was only because it wouldn’t leave any marks. \n[img[z/22.gif]]\nBut the idea that Vicky might not be as bad as you thought was quickly dashed from your head the first time that she struck you with the switch. A hit right across the side of the face that stung much more than you could have imagined. You tried to scream, only to hear the stupid gag in your mouth causing your yell to come out as a low pitched whistle. The second and third strikes of the switch happened in quick order against the shoulder [[blades and the middle]] of your back. \n\n

Yet while the captain snored against the base of your neck, you wiped the tears from your eyes and silently made your way back to your room, a little tenderly but satisfied that you had spent the “required amount of time” with him to make it appear as you had enjoyed the evening. \n<<set $uare = "not a virgin">> <<set $fuk += 1>> <<set $con += 1>>\nYou took a long hot shower that night, enjoying the fact that the heat of the water against your crotch helped to ease the pain. But you were tender and your inner thighs burned when you tried to sit on the bed with them open too far. It felt odd having to constantly try to keep your knees together, but you were finally able to fall asleep when the hiber-bed [[kicked in to assist you]]. \n\n

But the fourth thing was the most obvious at the moment. Tracy couldn’t stop herself from trying to hide behind you out of sheer fear of what was being said about her. There was no hiding the fact that she wasn’t just beside you, but actually standing in such a way that their attention, while focused on Tracy, was aimed directly at you. You were in their line of sight and nothing you could do or say would stop them from looking at you, other than taking a step to the side and leaving Tracy full exposed to their looks. \n\nThe fact that you refused to budge wasn’t due to any kind of training as a slave. It was a contest of wills. You were not really sure why you felt the need to stand there trying to show your own determination to withstand the looks. But you didn’t budge at all and returned the looks they gave you. You knew that you might be putting yourself in harm’s way, but somewhere deep down inside of you, you refused to let these two men try to bully and frighten a girl who could barely say a word out of fear of being hit for opening her mouth. Tracy may not be someone you called a “real friend”, but something inside of you told you that she was someone who did need a protector of some sort. If not for her physical well being, then to keep her from going insane. \n\nYet, the two men simply turned back to look at the older man, signed a few more papers and that was that. As soon as the last paper was signed, the three men stood up, shook hands and gathered their belongings. You watched the other two leave the room as Brad walked over to stand in front of you. For one brief second the two of you locked eyes in another contest of wills, one that was quickly over when he slapped your face, grabbed your hair and pulled you away from standing in front of Tracy. You watched in fear, but ready to risk everything to jump on him if he hurt her. But he didn’t. He simply lifted her head up by the chin and ran a thumb over her check to wipe the tear off of it. You see Tracy trying to smile at the kind gesture, but you all [[know that it is a fake smile]].

--------------\n<<pink>>“You bitch.” A strange voice says in your head while you sleep. <</pink>> <<pink>>“How could you do this to me? Jim and I were looking forward to being together and you are ruining it. Can’t you at least be more cooperative with him? If you are going to break us up, the least you could do was make him think fondly of me in the future and not as some scared little girl. Oh, Jim, I’m so sorry. I wanted to do [[more with you]].” <</pink>>\n-------------

You had absolutely no idea where you were, or for that matter what time it was. You couldn’t even tell if it was night or day as you were pulled out of the stasis pod and forced into the waiting vehicle for you. It struck you as slightly strange that you didn’t have to go through decon, which would have made you think you were on the same planet if you hadn’t heard the sounds of the ship taking off before you were put to sleep inside the stasis pod. \n\nBut you were guided, no that wasn’t correct. You were directed to a specific spot where the blindfold and gag were suddenly pulled off of your face and you found yourself in the center of a small room, surrounded by men and auctioned off as a piece of cattle or some other form of meat. Your body was fully displayed and even as you stood there completely unsure what was going on, one of the “handlers” shoved his fingers up your vagina and then into your ass without the slightest hint. \n[img[z/zi.JPG]]\nHe instantly showed only two fingers and you noticed that the price that he was asking for had gone up, despite the lack of current bids. But now that it was clear that your ass and vagina were still in fact tight enough to only comfortably fit two fingers, [[the bidding actually started]]. \n\n

But you felt his cum inside of your ass and it bothered you because of the realization that you just got fucked by another man. It bothered you not so much on a physical level but on an emotional one that you weren’t prepared to face at the moment. Your body was sore, sure. You could feel his cock pulsate a few times and he pumped his cock into you a couple more times before pulling out, leaving you on the bed with a tender ass. But your mind was reeling from the realization you had just been fucked in the ass by another man. \n<<set $ass += 1>> <<set $asscum += 1>> \nYou don’t even remember getting off of the bed and getting cleaned up as you made your way to the short-term hiber-bed that would let you sleep for three days at a time instead of going into stasis. All you could do was try to tell yourself over and over that you would be able to recover from the experience and despite having to take a bit longer in the shower to be sure to clean your asshole of any cum that was still inside of you that you were still “better than this” and that it was simply a way to survive and not get caught. You were still thinking that you were just trying to [[survive as you started to]] fall asleep.\n\n

“But necessary.” He quickly counters. “Look, I’m not some cheap ass pimp who is going to turn you out for a cheap fuck every chance I get for a bit of pocket change. I’m not saying that at all. Look at the three females on this ship and tell me which one of them isn’t in a position of power or respect? My pilot is Lucy. If I piss her off to the point where she someday decides to commit suicide, you think that I can get her out of the pilot seat in time to save us all? Or Becky for that matter? You think that I’m going to turn my own medic into a cheap whore knowing that she’s the one who is going to patch me up in case we get attacked by pirates or have an injury in the cargo bay? Or you for that matter? Oh yeah, nothing says I’m going to whore you out like letting you run two nuclear reactors under my ass every second of every trip. No, I might have need for attractive people from time to time in order to make a little ‘friendly bribe’ because of the line of work that I’m in. But this is still a spaceship and you are still my crew, and I still want you all to feel important and respected in your real reasons for being here. And that is keeping everyone alive and healthy as long as possible.” \n\nYou sit there in silence not sure how to really take that piece of information. In his own way he was right. The three rather attractive females on the ship did know about the possibility that they might have to ‘entertain’ an inspector at a moment’s notice. But at the same time, they all had the most vital positions on the ship. You ran the engines, Lucy was in charge of landing the ship, and Becky was the one that took care of everyone’s health. Piss off Lucy and you could end up smashing into a planet knowing that you were all going to die upon impact. Piss off Becky, and you could all be slowly killed by ineffective treatment or worse turning a simple cut into a life-threatening infection that she simply pretended not to be able to treat. Or in your case, in the blink of an eye as you set one or both nuclear reactors to go off bypassing all the safety programs [[by simply switching the control panels to]] ‘manual’.

Either through sheer luck or absolute perfect reactions, you quickly caught onto the “game” that was being played at the guild. They weren’t looking for people who simply knew how to treat a slave, anyone could do that. And since the Congo was so steeped in the use of slaves, almost everyone grew up with at least two or three of them around the house to either do the cleaning or the cooking. No, the guild was looking for just the “right sort of people” to go on raiding parties. And those people had to be the most ruthless and cunning people around. \n<<silently>>\n<<set $pilot = "basic training">> <<set $medic = "basic training">>\n<<set $bribe = "basic training">> <<set $comp = "basic training">>\n<<set $shoot = "basic training">> <<set $fit = "basic training">>\n<<set $fed = "fugitive">> <<endsilently>>\nYour fighting and weapons training was just enough to learn how to put up a fight against an unwilling slave until you could hit him or her with a slaptranq to knock them out, or use the concussion setting on the pistol you were assigned. Your weapons, other than the burner you had and the knife you had, were designed to incapacitate not necessarily kill. This would put you at a serious disadvantage against a well armed target, but it would at least give you a big advantage over most people in general. \n\nYet your “ship-board” classes were the hardest for you to deal with. Your instructor never forgave you for pulling a knife on him and his sole purpose in your training was to make things harder for you than they were for anyone else. The first time you realized just how much he was going to mess with your head was the first day you used the simulator to do a landing. You didn’t expect him to try to grab your breasts and you instinctively turned to confront him about it. Of course, you ended up not looking at the controls and simulated a crash that killed everyone on board. But you learned your lesson after that one time. By the time that you were getting close to passing your piloting class, you were actually being fingered to a climax by your instructor as you tried to [[focus on just the]] controls.

When the “whole truth” had been explained to you there was no way to really prepare for your reaction. Your own concern, not just for your own well being but for Tracy’s as well increased dramatically. And if that wasn’t bad enough you had Eve’s awareness buzzing around in your head as she started to panic about the whole situation. You didn’t even realize that you were physically shaking and crying until after Hilda started to shush you like a little baby yourself. You couldn’t even imagine how long you had your arms wrapped around her as you cried on her shoulder uncontrollably, but you could tell from the way she reacted to your emotional response that she now considered you a friend. Not a “close friend”, but someone who she could at least call a friend in general. \n\nAnd now that you had at least two friends on your side, well three whenever you counted “Poppy” the puppy, and four when you thought of Eve, you finally had the numbers on your side to counter both Vicky and Penny. One on one you could handle each of them based on the situation and the mood they were in. But when they teamed up on you, there was no way to avoid it, you needed to find comfort and reassurance in the company of your ‘friends’ more and more. And it turned out that Eve was the one you trusted the most, but had to use the least because finding comfort with her normally tended to result in your anger and frustration being multiplied, not calmed down. \n\nAnd yet, despite the horrible news that Hilda had given you upon her return, it was nothing compared to the horrible news you were given one morning before you could get into the showers. You found yourself being woken by Penny standing over your bed and actually chuckling as she [[pulled the covers off of you]].

Not that you had anything to really worry about as far as the two of them being the best friends in the world. They both wanted to be left alone as much as possible after taking a shower, and they were more than happy to avoid talking about what their day had been like. But at least for once Tracy didn’t seem to be eager to hang on to you like a cheap suit to get through the day. \n\nAnd yet, despite this slight improvement as far as Tracy forming another relationship with a human being, it wasn’t going to last for long. No matter what happened to improve your situation, something always ended up finding a way to completely ruining it for you. In fact, now that you were involved in the “training” process, the easiest way to ruin your whole day was being required to stick to the same schedule as far as your meals were concerned. And after the way the day went for Tracy, Hilda and you? Well, nobody said anything at all as Dave once again stood next to you at the table and enjoyed adding his cum to your bowl of mac-and-cheese during supper. \n[img[z/11.gif][45]]\n

“And more likely to get caught.” You point out. “They don’t just take anyone to study. I will be constantly watched and under security supervision.” \n\n“True.” She admits. “Okay. 95,000 for the papers, an extra 5 if you want a back-up burner.” \n\n“No, one should be enough.” You say. “Too many weapons and security will be all over me at the port. I can probably get away with wearing a knife on me at the port. But a burner is going to really cause the alarms to go off. If I keep it in my bags, I might be okay. But I can’t keep it on me.” \n\n“Alright.” B says. “So, 95,000 Stereling it is. But I want it up front.” \n\n“Half now, half when I get the papers.” You counter.\n\n“75% upfront and I will have Chuck give you a quick lesson in how to use a burner.” She counters. “Either that or you will end up burning yourself the first time you use it.” \n\n“Fine.” You say. “But clothes first.” \n\n“Open the bottom desk drawer.” She says as she points to the corner. “You should find a jumpsuit in there. I’ll have Chuck get you a burner while you count the money. Give it to [[him when he shows up]].”

But you couldn’t simply hang around and just have fun. You were there as part of your “job”, and that meant that you had very specific requirements that had to be met. Requirements that were laid out to you in crystal clear details as you were taken to the small room by the door and ordered to strip, not just your clothes, but your bra, panties and shoes as well. You were then ordered to perform anything that was required of you, even if that meant hopping up onto the table and shoving a rifle up your ass and pulling the trigger. You were there for “entertainment” and nothing else. \n\nSomeone shoved a tray in your hand and told you to go serve a booth in the corner of four people. You had no idea what the drinks were, or who had ordered what. But obviously it didn’t matter. Simply put the drinks down in front of everyone, being sure to serve the guy on the left of the booth before anyone else and then stand there by the table and to simply wait until you were “needed” for something. Either food drinks or sex, it didn’t matter. Do not leave the table until told to. \n\nYou had no idea what to expect when you got to the table. The only thing that you could tell as you got closer was two things. The first was that Ernie was at the table. The same man that had met you when you got to Binder and basically made you decide on killing someone or not. The other thing that you noticed bothered you even more than seeing Ernie, and that was the older gentleman to the right of the booth. You would not expect to see a Colonel of the Orion Military sitting at a table with known criminals, let alone drinking with them in what was clearly their “hideout”. And yet, despite your surprise, there one was, not only sitting at the table and drinking with them, but involved [[in a conversation of some sort]].

“Okay, kid.” Cathy says. “After the last ride out, you owe us one. So, you are going to have a bit of fun with Tom here, and get us moved back up to the top of the list of ships to go out again instead of having to wait our turn in the rotation.”\n\n“What?” You ask. \n\n“Look, just give Tom a quick spin around the block.” Cathy says. “God, didn’t they teach you about the rotation at the guild? You know how it is. After a failed run you get dumped to the end of the line and have to wait for an opening before you can head back out. Success breeds success. Well, failure breeds having to break the rules to get ahead. Now, stop fucking around and start fucking.” \n\n“But I never agreed to that.” You say, trying to hold Tom back with a hand while trying to protest to Cathy about what was going on. \n\nBut Tom clearly wasn’t interested in either your protests or your hand on his chest to stop him. With one quick move of his arm, he was able to easily move your arm and hand out of the way. His other hand grabbed the front of your shirt, and with surprising strength given his overall lack of build, he was able to rip the shirt you were wearing almost all the way off of you. \n\n“Better go along with it.” Cathy says. “Tom isn’t the patient type. [[Are you Tom]]?” \n\n

The year is 5421. Human beings no longer live on Earth, but are scattered throughout the galaxy. While several ‘factions’ arose and fell over the last 3900 years or so, only 4 still remain. All of them completely distrust the others and will do anything that they can get away with to bring those factions down. All out war is the one thing that humans will not engage in because they have learned one thing by living on Earth for over 2000 years. When you do go to war, nobody wins in the end. It was the result of World War 3 that caused the collapse of Earth’s atmosphere and forced humans to spread amongst the stars. \n<<set $name = "James Mills">>\nBut spying on each other, assassinations, sabotage of trade deals, completely destroying military assets when possible, and border ‘scrimmages’ happened all the time. The toughest job in the galaxy was working as a spy for any of the four factions. Not because it was physically hard to do, but because the life expectancy for a spy, despite all the training that you got to do it, was normally around 5 years. Being captured resulted in death. Most of the time, it resulted in death without appearing in court at all and summarily shot upon capture. \n<<silently>> <<set $man = 100>> <<set $woman = 0>> \n<<set $pilot = "highly trained">> <<set $medic = "highly trained">>\n<<set $bribe = "highly trained">> <<set $comp = "highly trained">>\n<<set $shoot = "highly trained">> <<set $oral = "very talented">>\n<<set $orre = "making her climax">> <<set $vag = "filling">>\n<<set $vagres = "leaving her satisfied">>\n<<set $anal = "your specialty">> <<set $fit = "highly trained">>\n<<set $anres = "leaving her begging for more">>\n<<set $bj = 0>> <<set $swal = 0>> <<set $face = 0>> <<set $fuk = 0>> <<set $cpie = 0>> <<set $con = 0>> <<set $ass = 0>>\n<<set $asscum = 0>> <<set $asson = 0>> <<set $hj = 0>>\n<<set $rape = 0>> <<set $three = 0>> <<set $orgy = 0>>\n<<set $gbang = 0>> <<set $vid = 0>> <<set $impress = "very likeable">> <<set $trust = "really">> <<set $expect = "very sexy">> <<endsilently>>\nSpies are also highly unpopular with the general public as well. They are blamed for the majority of the problems in the universe. If the spying would simply stop, it might be possible to live in peace. That is the general feeling amongst the factions by the general public. A spy to be captured by private citizens or ‘local police agencies’ would normally result in being beaten to death or publicly lynched, often with the courts supporting the [[civilians responsible]].

-------------------\n<<pink>>“James! James! Wake up!”<</pink>> Eve cries out.<<pink>> “James, are you there. Wake up. James, I need you. Wake up, please. Please, wake up.” <</pink>>\n\n“Oh my head.” You groan in pain. “What the hell happened?” \n\n<<pink>>“I don’t know.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“You were doing so good that I didn’t want to get in your way by talking to you. But they threw something, and the next thing I knew, everything went dark.” <</pink>>\n\n“Must have been a stun grenade.” You say, piecing together what happened. “What’s going on?” \n\n<<pink>>“I don’t know.”<</pink>> Eve says, and you can hear the panic starting to creep into her voice. <<pink>>“I can’t see or hear anything. I have no idea what’s happening. I’m scared.” <</pink>>\n\n“Easy, easy, easy.” You say, talking slowly and carefully. “Let’s not get carried away just yet. Let’s take a moment to check on things. Okay, no, I can’t open my eyes either. But if that was a stun grenade, then that’s good news.” \n\n<<pink>>“What? How?”<</pink>> Eve snaps back. <<pink>>“How the hell is it a [[good thing being knocked out by pirates]]?” <</pink>>

But you had a front row seat as Geoff pulls his hard cock out of your vagina, and starts to stroke his cock just mere inches from your face. By the time you realized that you were the one that was back in control of the body again it was far too late to react to the image that was directly in front of you. The thick cock actually pulsed in front of your eyes as Geoff started to coat your face with a huge amount of cum. \n\nYou felt the heat and thickness of his semen splashing against your face. Streaks of cum flew from the rounded head of his cock and landed along your skin. You could feel at least four streaks, ranging from extremely long going from your forehead to your chin, to extremely short going at an angle across your nose. But for the most part, the cum seemed to more or less land on your cheeks more than anywhere else. Oh, you could feel the odd stream of sperm all over your face in general, but the vast majority of his thick and creamy semen seemed to be more or less focused on your cheeks and nose. \n\nIt took you a few minutes to get yourself back under control as you cleanred yourself off in the bathroom. You wanted to yell at Geoff for cumming all over your face. After all, as far as you were concerned you just had another guy cum on your face, something that bothered you. But at the same time, you could feel the sheer contentment coming from Eve in your head that at least made you a little calmer about the whole thing. You weren’t the least bit ‘okay’ with what had happened, but you were at least willing to ‘tolerate it’ because of the sheer pleasure and joy you got from Eve’s awareness in your head. But it was when you took a [[shower that your feelings slightly]] changed.

You tried to protest, but Penny had been able to shift on the bed and prevented you from being able to move at all. With her legs pinning you down and the odd way she had your arms locked between her body and arm you couldn’t move them at all to get away from her. And the way she holds your mouth open with her one free hand, you simply couldn’t avoid it as Dave brought his dick closer to your mouth. \n[img[z/10.gif]]\nAnd he hadn’t been kidding about being close to having a climax. It only took him a couple of seconds of stroking his dick less than an inch from your open mouth. You felt the thick and massive blasts of cum going all the way to the back of your mouth and splattering against your tonsils and throat. The long streaks of cum coated your tongue as spurt after spurt [[entered your pried open]] mouth.\n\n

------------------------\n<<pink>>“Oh for fuck sake.”<</pink>> Eve sudden cries out in your head. <<pink>>“No, you dumb bastard. You aren’t gay.” <</pink>> \n\n“But maybe I am.” You tell her. “I mean a guy and a guy? It isn’t something I’m comfortable with.” \n\n<<pink>>“But I am, you stupid idiot.”<</pink>> Eve says to you. <<pink>>“Look at yourself. Go on, take a good look.”<</pink>> \n---------------------\n\nYou find yourself looking in the mirror on the wall. She had a good point. You sure as hell did not look like a man. Even if you took the clearly obvious female body out of the equation and just looked at your face, there was no hiding the soft feminine features. The smooth skin without any facial hair, the long hair, the soft curve of the lips. There was nothing about your face that was masculine at all. And it was obvious from the way that your curly hair framed your face that you were a female. \n\nAnd if you took one step back and just looked at the upper portion of you body without actually seeing your breasts in the mirror, you still got the impression of a female. Your blouse was opened enough to show a bit of your chest, with no hair. Your build was generally thinner and less developed than a male would have been. And your hair hung on your shoulders and had a natural fullness to it that a male wouldn’t have, not without putting a lot of effort into it. \n\nIf you took yet another step back, you could see your breasts curving outward from under the blouse, as well as the amount of cleavage you were showing. If you had any doubt about being a “female” all you had to do was simply look in the mirror and you would have no trouble figuring it out. Maybe Eve had a point. Maybe you should accept the fact that you were a female and enjoy it while you could. She clearly enjoyed [[sex in general a lot]] more than you did.

He had a point. The mountains in the other direction would have easily shredded your ship as you hit it, and there really wasn’t much that you could do about the fact that you were falling out of the sky like a meteor at this point anyway. You quickly adjusted the nozzle controls of the thrusters and cranked them to maximum and let them continue to burn regardless of the warning signals on our display counting down as they emptied their tanks. You didn’t have a lot of fuel for the thrusters left, but you were counting on your training at this point to tilt the nose up, add a bit of forward motion and hope that the ship itself would somehow survive the impact. \n\nAnd yet, miracles of miracles, the ship itself did survive the impact. For all of three or four seconds. It was just long enough to give you hope that you might make it when the display in front of your was ripped apart and you found yourself being flooded by the swamp as your ship moved through [[it as a huge scoop]].\n\n

You didn’t have that opportunity. You were simply on your old crew one day, and the next you weren’t. That was all there was to it and there was no point in bitching about it or trying to change the end result. Once you stepped onto another ship as the pilot, you belonged to that ship until you returned to port, or were assigned another ship. But it wasn’t all bad. As the pilot, you at least had the luxury to customize your controls to your liking as far as the settings were concerned. You could trim the ship for speed, for atmospheric conditions, for space travel, or simply for fuel economy. Everything that was possible to control as the pilot was going to be reset to what sort of preference you had in mind. Even the amount of pressure in the hydraulics to the landing struts were up to you. If you wanted them to be stiff, or have a bit of give, if you wanted it, you could set it. \n\nAnd while you weren’t exactly happy about the new situation you were in, as far as being a new member of the crew. Well, the same couldn’t be said for the ship itself. It was newer, had newer engines, responded faster to your inputs and had an amazing feature your old ship didn’t, folding wing assemblies. They may be slow to deploy, but they made controlling the ship during take-offs and landing so much easier than just using thrusters. If you really wanted to you could almost fly the spaceship as a plane. A heavy plane that was on a steady decreasing altitude due to the weight, [[but a plane nonetheless]].

--------\n<<pink>>“Relax your throat.”<</pink>> Eve suddenly says rather loudly in your head. <<pink>> “Quick, relax your neck muscles, right now.” <</pink>>\n--------------\n[img[z/16.JPG]]\nYou don’t even question why she would tell you to do something like that. You had already been trying desperately to relax not only your neck muscles, but your jaw as well. And while you had been somewhat successful in telling yourself that you had been able to relax your muscles as much as possible. Well, the first second his cock passed through your lips you instantly knew that you hadn’t [[relaxed them at all]]. \n\n

“And for 50?” You ask her. \n\n“For that much?” She asks as she pauses to think about it. “I can get you a medical discharge from the military and a license for a plasma pistol. I can’t get my hands on one of those today, but if you are willing to wait a week, I can get you one.” \n\n“No, a week is too long.” You say. “Okay, 50 and I get the permit and the discharge. That will at least keep the military off my back if they stop me.” \n\n“True.” She says. “I’ll even provide a free burner to hold you over. I’m sure you can get a plas-pistol at Pulse-point if you ask around. Hell, probably get one handed to you just for going to Binder in the first place. If not, my contact there can get you one.” \n\n“I will cross that bridge when I come to it.” You tell her. “Look, I just need to be able to get off this rock by the end of the day.” \n\n“Okay, money up front and I will get you on the next ship heading to Pulse-point.” She says. “There is one that leaves every night around 9. That gives you over 14 hours to get your own shit to take with you.” \n\n“Okay. But uh, [[I need something to wear]].” You remind her. \n\n

“Why not?” Brad says. “Maybe watching her play with those tits will help. No, on second thought, just take off her dress and have her get on the bed. I have something special in mind.” \n\n“Right away, master.” Penny says. \n\nYou don’t know what bothered you more. The fact that you heard a slight glee in Penny’s voice because you were being fucked in the asshole in front of her, or that the master of the complex had something “special” in mind for Tracy. Both of the possibilities bothered you in different ways, and you simply couldn’t tell which one frightened you more than the other. \n\nBut it only took a few seconds before you were ordered to turn your head and open your eyes. You saw the look of fear and concern on Tracy’s face as well as your own face growing hot as you blushed from complete humiliation at being watched in what you still thought of as a “private moment” with someone. Only as soon as your new master opened his mouth again, you realized just how much more humiliation you really had to go through. \n\n“You, slut?” Brad says as he rams his cock into your asshole and holds it there, buried as deep as possible. “I hear that you were promised a puppy for being a good girl. Is that right?” \n\n“Yes, master.” Tracy says, with more [[volume than you had heard her]] use before.

There was nothing about Eve Jones that jumped out at you other than her figure, which you would have to say was rather nice. But that seemed to be all she had going for her. No real professional training, no record of any kind of remarkable IQ level, and fresh out of high school. By all indications that you could see, she was just another face in the crowd.\n\nIronically that was exactly what you wanted to be at the moment, someone who could easily blend into the background without drawing too much attention to yourself. Eve’s body might be surprisingly nice for someone who was so young, but as far as her face was concerned she wasn’t really all that special. She looked cute, maybe even pretty under the right conditions. But with the slightly pale white effect of the stasis pod, lacking any kind of makeup at all, and her hair tucked under the head support of the pod itself, there was no way to see what she would have looked like when she was “all made up”. Not that you had any time to really think about it yourself, the military was going to be boarding soon. \n\nYou just wished that you had more time to set the stasis pods properly. The version of pods on this ship weren’t really designed to do a complete graft and it was costing you valuable time trying to program the computer to accept the parameters you were setting up. At this rate you would have to be willing to sacrifice some of your own personal long-term memories simply to do the graft in time to avoid detection. You figured that your childhood as an orphan and most of your school years was worth losing in the transfer. You just hoped that you didn’t lose too much. The one thing that you sure of was that the last five or six years of knowledge you could easily keep. It would allow you to at least complete your mission; you just didn’t know how much of the graft would take under [[the current configuration and equipment]].

“You fucking cunt.” You whisper to Vicky when his back was turned. “You knew this bastard was looking forward to this.” \n\n“Better you than me, bitch.” Vicky whispers back. “Better you than me.”\n\nYou watch in shock as one of the walls of the small room you were in suddenly slides to the side, revealing a rather large and frightening display of objects that could only be described as bondage gear. You watch as he expertly looks over the items and picks out a set of handcuffs, a gag, and a blindfold. It only takes him a few seconds to secure the handcuffs, mostly because of Vicky’s help, and then the gag. But they don’t put the blindfold on you just yet. Oh no, they save that for last as they easily guide you over to the bed, only to watch as both Jeff and Vicky reach under different corners to pull out another set of cuffs attached to the bed frame and quickly secure [[the cuffs to each of your ankles]]. \n\n

Is it really possible to be considered “lucky” when you were still a slave? That was the one thing that you had to ask yourself over and over again as you were introduced to the other slaves over the next few days. On the most part, you would have to say that it was indeed possible for you to consider yourself “lucky” in some ways. There was a long standing order that the slaves who were considered to be concubines were somewhat off limits as far as being punished like normal slaves. And the accommodations that you stayed in were far more luxurious than the ones you had been kept in the last few months. The food was better too, as well as in proper proportions for once. For the first time in weeks you didn’t feel a slight hunger or thirst haunting your every step. \n\nHowever, that was about as far as you were willing to go as far as your luck holding out. It only took about twenty minutes to realize that the man who you had been forced into giving a blowjob wasn’t really your “master” so much as your master’s right-hand man. And while you didn’t really think that it made much of a difference as far as how you were treated, the fact that you had been somewhat ‘sampled’ prior to meeting your actual “master” annoyed the hell out of you. Granted, you had to admit that Tracy had been “sampled” in a far more humiliating and physically difficult way by having her ass fucked before meeting the master, but the overall feeling was the same. That Tim Tillman had taken advantage of your lack of knowledge as well as taken advantage of your body. \n\nBrad Tillman on the other hand seemed to be somewhat indifferent in general about you and Tracy. He didn’t seem to really care all that much about any of his concubines, other than the blonde who was pregnant. But his concern for her wasn’t so much how she was doing but more of a concern of how much longer she was going to be “sidelined” due to being so close to having the baby. Of course, while he might have been disappointed to see her rounded belly when he summoned her to his room, that didn’t stop him from ordering her to suck his cock before going to bed, or giving him a blowjob to start his day. Hilda might not be active as far as intercourse was concerned, but she was still busy as far as using [[her mouth when needed]].

You were so busy coughing, spitting whatever was in your mouth, and simply trying to use your hand to wipe your mouth off that you never heard the door open. Nor did you notice that the guy who just shot his load into your mouth stand up. You didn’t even notice that here was someone else in the room until you heard his voice. \n\n“Nicely done, Larry.” The voice says. “You never gave her a chance. I liked the approach of being her friend. That was good thinking. But Eve? Well, you have a lot to learn or you’ll be drinking cum for breakfast for the rest of your life.” \n\nYou watched as the guy walked out of our room with Larry behind him. You also noticed at least another ten “students” standing in the hallway, looking into your room with various looks on their faces. Some of them looked at you like it was a given that you weren’t going to make it, a couple of them looked at you like they couldn’t wait their turn to use you, and only one or two looked at you with a bit of pity in their eyes. The fact that you were still completely nude didn’t even enter your mind until your “instructor” poked his head back through the doorway and told you that you had 30 minutes to clean up the mess you had made and get dressed for morning role call. \n<<set $path = "slave">>\nYou quickly realized that your first “test” was a failure and that you were already in deep trouble. Too many “failures” and you wouldn’t even know you were being sold off until they branded you with the “S” on your back to indicate that you were a slave. You were going to have to learn how to toughen up and how to make [[a name for yourself other than]] “gag-girl” at breakfast. \n\n

But there was something wrong. You knew it. Deep down in your bones, you knew that this was not right. There were too many “not right” signals going off in your head and despite doing you job the way you were supposed to do it, you could not shake the feeling that things were about to go horribly wrong. You tried to convince yourself that it was just all in your head and you tried to tell yourself over and over that it was just nerves. But no matter how much you tried to convince yourself that you were being silly, you couldn’t stop thinking that the shit was about to hit the fan. \n\nAnd when it finally did hit the fan? Well, you were at least prepared for the event, but not what you saw coming down the hallway. \n\n“HOUND!” You cried out in horror. \n\n“What?” You heard repeated over your headset. \n\n“There’s a hound on the ship!” You cried out. “Oh fuck! HELP!” \n\nThe barrage of plasma bolts coming down the hallway was intense. So intense that you couldn’t see the individual bolts, but a steady stream that was almost a solid beam. You quickly ducked behind the corner of the door and watched the bolts flying into the cargo bay, ripping through several crates. The noise of the Hound’s weapon drowned out the calls for more details over your headset as well as Rick’s screams as he got [[shredded by the rapid fire in front]] of your eyes.

Grabbing your luggage wasn’t exactly easy. You had to wait in line to claim it, and then had to wait and have it double verified by the supply officer before you were allowed off the ship and onto Hoffman proper. You always hated that moment of stepping off a spaceship and onto a different planet. The overwhelming smell of fuel, sweat, and ionized air made you sick to the stomach. It was even worse now that you were in a younger body which had a better sense of smell than you were used to. \n\nAnd the deafening noise of various engines either winding down and shutting off, or winding up for take off, made talking to anyone impossible. All you could do was cross the walkway as quickly as possible and step inside the port ‘proper’ in hopes of being able to save your hearing or avoid throwing up from the stench. You were grateful to see that a few people couldn’t make it in time and had to stop and lean over the rails to throw up. Granted, seeing them doing it made you want to join them, but you resolved yourself not to do it and got to the port a little further ahead in line than when you started. \n\nAnd that was actually a good thing as you went through decontamination and customs. Nobody wanted to go through those two processes and it was normally the ‘young and dumb’ that were eager to go first. If anything helped to secure your image of a young girl, it was being one of the first ten into the port and directed towards the decon-chamber. You knew the process, or rather you knew what it meant for a male, but for a female, things were completely different. You realized just how different they were when someone handed you a large [[piece of cloth]].

The Union had a bad reputation of being something to avoid if possible because of all the strange customs and regulations. You knew full well that it was a culture where social interaction was based on age, where the younger person was always supposed to show affection to the older, no matter what the gender. It was funny seeing a girl of around sixteen or seventeen kissing her older brother like they were kids, then watching that same older brother kissing his father or mother just like a little kid. And that was just the way that the family life was. Social interactions outside the family were even stranger. \n\nAnd that was something you learned when you simply bumped into an older man who was taking a little “too long” getting through the door. You were supposed to wait for him, no matter how long it took, and then enter the door behind him and wait to see what direction he was going and only “over pass him” when it was clear you would have the space to do so without getting in his way. But you were in such a rush to get off the walkway before you lost control of your stomach that the slight hesitation that happened at the doorway made you bump into him. \n\nIt was a completely innocent matter and you instantly apologized for it, even offering to help carry his luggage if possible but it wasn’t enough. He was “offended” by your impudence and it became a problem as he was making a scene about the whole thing just on the other side of the walkway entrance, forcing other people to have to move around you and slide by as best as possible without slowing down more than was necessary. And that created another problem for you to deal [[with at the moment as well]].

“Very good point.” The man says as he starts to stand up from the booth. “Well, it was nice to have a conversation with such a charming young lady. If you find yourself ever looking around the city, be sure to ask for Amanda at the Red Rabbit. She’s a dear friend and I don’t get to see her often enough. Just tell her that her accountant would be happy to look at her books for her.” \n\nYou watch as he leaves knowing full well that you were not going to be able to meet “Carter” and that at this point you weren’t looking forward to what you would have to do in order to survive. But you weren’t going to simply go into the red-district right away and place yourself in some stable of whores and be treated like a piece of meat. You still needed to have more information and to figure out what the social setting was like and who was available to work on as a contact and who wasn’t. You only had one available option at the moment and that was going to the bartender and indicating that you were hoping to work with a crew of some sort. \n\nBut that was a quicker dead-end than you expected. Clearly after the failed meeting at the table you were not going to be given any more help from him, not that he was really all that helpful to begin with. Yet, the longer you stayed in the bar the more uncomfortable you were starting to feel. It was bad enough that there were already about 80 men in the bar and only three females, it was quite clear that the other two females were “working girls” and the longer you hung around the bar the more they started to notice your presence and how you were “impacting their business” in [[some way or the other]].

All it all, it was a pretty fun time, when you didn’t act like an old man and worry too much about what you were drinking, eating or popping. As long as you kept your opinions to yourself about not doing something, you didn’t have to hear Eve’s voice complaining in your head about not knowing how to have fun. And as long as you simply tried to relax and enjoy the company of your crewmembers, you could actually enjoy yourself, at least as far as having a good time. \n\nOnly in a bar like this, it was not just you and your crew. There were at least another six or seven crews in the bar at the same time. Most of them appeared to be enjoying their own conversations with each other and having a pretty good time. But one of the crews obviously knew what ship you were from and your line of work. Not that you were the only slave-traders that used this particular port, but you were the only “known” traders in the port at the moment. So of course, a completely legal cargo crew was going to give you a hard time about things. You just wished that they had been able to do it when everyone was sober, at least then you could have kept your tempers in check and not been so easily annoyed about it. \n<<if $trad eq "good">>\nIt probably would have helped if they didn’t use [[racial slurs against Geoff]].\nIt [[would have helped if one]] of them hadn’t said something about you. <</if>>\n<<if $trad eq "bad">>\nAnd it probably would have helped if they didn’t [[try to hit on Cathy]].\nIt would have [[helped if one of them]] hadn’t done something stupid. <</if>>

Yet being back on the ship was a bad idea, or at least you thought it was a bad idea. You were a little too antsy for your own comfort. You were wound up too tight, too eager to get to where you were going and way too eager to goof off with Cindy and Scott and see what sort of night you could have with either one of them. It was a difficult trip for you as you tried your best to stay away from them, but it was almost as if you were hunting them down like some sort of prey. \n\nIt wasn’t really hard to find them in your free time. Cindy was almost always in the medical bay of the ship, often by herself and more than happy to talk to someone for almost any reason. She was feeling lonely, now that she was back on the ship and didn’t have much to do other than a few pulled muscles from working out too much. Her free time was the highest on the ship when you were going out, but the shortest on the way back as she had to give all the captured slaves a physical while they were in stasis. \n\nScott however was busy no matter which way you were going. Shipping out or heading home, he was busy with the engines and actually slept in the engine control room, making him easy to find but not really free to talk to that much. The only time that he had time to really just “talk” was off ship, but seeing how most of his time off ship was either on a raid or resupplying the ship or repairing it, you weren’t going to be able to spend [[a lot of time with him at]] all. \n\n

And for some reason you were able to do it. For once you took a fully erect cock all the way into your throat without the slightest problem. Your lips ran up and down his hard cock from the head of his erection to the base without once causing you to gag or cough.\n[img[z/zx.JPG]]\nEven when you had all eight inches of his cock into your mouth you were able to press your lips against his crotch for several seconds, actually teased by the slight “pressing back” that he did as you did it. It was amazing how simple it was to do and you were shocked that you weren’t struggling to stop, but actually doing a good job at sucking another man’s [[hard cock for once]]. \n\n

You know that some of what you were telling her was the truth and some of it was complete bullshit. But you had to say it, if not for her than for your own piece of mind. You reached into the small bag and pulled out another piece of candy. You smiled as she finally unwrapped her first piece and put it in her mouth. \n[img[z/zbk.JPG]]\n“Look, I hate that we haven’t gotten along the last few days.” You tell her. “I mean, you are kind of the only friend I have right now. And everything has been really fucked up lately. I had to run away from home and had to watch over my shoulder all the time. It just felt good to know that I could find someone who wasn’t going to judge me all the time and try to push me to do something I didn’t want to do.” \n\nYou enjoyed the candy quite a bit and found yourself unwrapping what was your fourth piece. You didn’t even remember touching your third, but the fresh fruity taste was simply too good to pass up after eating so much processed and freeze [[dried food for the last]] few weeks. \n\n

Instantly you forced a spoonful of the cum-coated cereal into your mouth and started to chew it as fast as possible. It was one thing to be slapped around. It was something else completely for one slave to panic and try to get another slave to do something. But hearing Dave’s voice mentioning Tracy’s name had been the final straw. You knew that you were forcing yourself to eat the disgusting mess simply to keep her away from the man as long as possible. You knew that if he ever picked up on her weakness, he would have been merciless and punished her even more for being weak than for any rule that she might have broken. \n[img[z/22.JPG]]\n“That’s it, honey.” You hear Penny’s voice as she whispers against the back of your ear. “Eat it all up. All of it. Lick that cum off of the spoon before it falls off. Go on, lick it. Dave’s going to be back for lunch and supper. Everything you eat from now on will have his hot cum on it. You hear me, cumslut. Everything you eat. You can’t have a single bite of [[food from now on without]] cum all of it.”\n\n

“Like what?” You ask, not sure how you felt about what Eve just told you. \n\n<<pink>>“No, I don’t think I want to tell you.”<</pink>> She chides you. <<pink>>“You’ll just get angry and completely deny it, even though I know it’s true.”<</pink>>\n\n“Like what?” You ask her again. “Don’t pull that spoiled little brat shit on me. You brought it up, you back it up. Okay, it’s your turn Little-Miss-Know-It-All. Why do you think that I’m gay?” \n\n<<pink>>“Fine.”<</pink>> Eve says, clearly annoyed that you had called her out about it. <<pink>>“You really want to know? I’ll tell you. You like it when a guy cums on you, or in you depending on where he is.”<</pink>>\n\n“What?” You ask in shock. “Just what the fuck does that mean?” \n\n<<pink>>“Just what I said. You like it.”<</pink>> She counters. <<pink>>“That’s why you actually suck, at well, sucking dick. You are always thinking about what you are going to do when he cums. Are you going to have to swallow it, or get it on your face? Will he pull out or cum inside of you? And if that wasn’t enough, you always have something to say about it when he does cum. It wasn’t enough, it was too watery, it was too tart, or not thick enough. There is always something ‘wrong’ with it. Like you have this absolutely perfect idea of what a man’s climax should be like, as if you’ve always dreamed about the ‘perfect man’ who had the ‘perfect dick’ who had the ‘perfect climax’. Like I said, for a straight man, you sure as hell put in a lot of thought about the type of man you liked and wanted to be with. Sounds to me like maybe you are a bit more into guys than Joe is. So, stop fooling yourself and just say it. Just once. You are gay. If not gay, at least bi-sexual. After all, you know damn well that if you really wanted to hook up with a female you could easily find one. I mean, after all the time that Dana wanted to see a movie or something? You could have easily gotten [[with her if you wanted female company for]] the night”<</pink>>

Your head was easily guided to the left, right, or center, as you focused on the dick that was pressed against your lips. Without really thinking about it after the third dick, your mouth parted as another man’s hard cock slipped by your lips and along your tongue. You felt the rounded heads of their dicks moving along your tongue and the inside of your cheeks. You could feel the way that their thickness caused your mouth to open just a bit more each time you opened your mouth. You could feel the tips of their cocks either going into your throat or simply pausing just short of your throat and staying mostly in your mouth. \n[img[z/39.gif]]\nBut it no longer really mattered, at least not to Kris or Eve, or to you at that point either. You had heard Eve’s constant encouragements and Kris’ voice offering tips and suggestions on how to relax and simply allow the cock into your mouth. Before you knew exactly what you were really doing, you were going deeper down on a dick than ever before, and you were no longer struggling when you did it. You could even stay down on a cock without feeling like you were going to gag for longer than ever before. It was as if you had finally learned just how to give a ‘proper’ blowjob for once, and like all eager students, [[Eve wanted you to keep practicing as]] much as possible. \n\n

You could easily spend all day long at the Red Rabbit, provided of course you could afford it, without having sex at all and still consider yourself “lucky” to have such a great time doing it. Even if you had entered the place with the sole purpose of having sex, there were still enough “distractions” in place to make it difficult to only think about sex and nothing else. More than once you saw a man spend three or four hours just “having a good time”, then disappear for a little while with a girl, only to spend another three or four hours having “a good time” before finally having to leave because he couldn’t afford to stay any longer. \n\nBut there were some drawbacks to all of this “fun”. The biggest was the fact that at times it became very important for you to “press the issue” with a guy about spending some of his money on you, or at least spending some of his money on helping to pay your rent, before he ran out of money to spend at all. And it wasn’t something you could do with just anyone that walked through the doors. As long as he was another girl’s “regular” he was pretty much off limits. You could hang around him and keep him company and get him in a “good mood” by spending time with him, but you couldn’t bring up the subject of being alone with him. Nor could you simply ask a customer for money for nothing at all. Asking for “hand outs” was one of the very things that would have gotten Amanda pissed off enough to threaten to kick you out onto the streets. After all, if you were going to act like a beggar, you might as well be on the streets like one. \n\nThe other drawback was the fact that the Red Rabbit had obvious “organized crime ties” because of Carter and Ernie. There were several “associates” who could show up at the Red Rabbit to have fun, just not sleep with any of the girls. Either it was an agreement with Amanda to keep her girls from being worked too much for free, or a rule that Carter had to keep his men in check, but it was something that made a lot of the people who showed up more or less ‘off limits’ as well. Thankfully you could normally spot these people by the way that they were dressed, mostly because they were required to keep their ties on at all times. They might be “loosened” ties, but they stayed on no matter what. That and the fact that both Brad and Amanda normally could spot them right away and casually mention that the man was there to “have fun” [[compared to a normal customer who]] was looking to have a “good time”.

“Liked it? I loved it.” You admit. “I don’t really know if you could tell how much or not, but a lot more tan I would have thought possible. Had I known you could do that sort of thing, I would ask for it more often. It was intense.” \n\n<<pink>>“Well, it isn’t exactly easy.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“I can do it if you want me to, but I kind of hope you don’t. At least not all the time. When I do that, I don’t really get to feel the way you do. At least not as far as the body is concerned. I could pick up that you were aroused, mentally at least. But I didn’t have any kind of reference to tell how aroused you were getting. When I do that, I can’t really feel my body. You know what I mean? It kind of zones it out for me and it isn’t really arousing.”<</pink>>\n\n“I’m sorry.” You tell her. “I had no idea.” \n\n<<pink>>“No, don’t get me wrong.”<</pink>> She instantly replies. <<pink>>“I’m not saying it wasn’t fun. I mean, I could feel you getting aroused by it. But, well, between you and me, if you are getting aroused, I want to get aroused too. Only, I can’t. Not while making you see yourself that way. But if I don’t do that part, then I can feel the way the body feels and get just as aroused as a normal woman can. I guess it’s better for me not to show you your old body, but it is [[a whole lot of fun feeling the way you]] react to it.”<</pink>>\n\n

-------\n<<pink>>“Oh for fuck, sake.” <</pink>> A voice suddenly chimes in your head. <<pink>>“I’ve been watching you fuck this up for weeks. Here, let me show you what to do.” <</pink>> \n------------\n[img[z/zw.JPG]]\nYou were stunned to realize that in one swift motion you had slipped four inches of his cock into your mouth. You instantly wanted to gag and struggle, but you weren’t having any reaction at all. You still had at least three or four more inches to go on his large cock and instead of having a problem with it, you were actually eager to see just how much you could [[take of his cock at once]]. \n\n

-------\n“Eve!” You cried out. “Eve? Are you there? Where are you, Eve? I need you!” \n\n<<pink>>“I told you that I’m not talking to you if you can’t learn how to swallow.”<</pink>> Eve suddenly says. \n\n“But, I can’t.” You tell her. “It makes me sick.” \n\nThere is a long pause and that bothers you. You call out again, trying to get her attention and to have her talk to you. But as you continue to call out her name all you got was [[silence as your only answer]].\n-------------

To make things worse, at least as far as you were concerned, was the fact that now you were on your hands and knees being fucked from behind, he was able to hold onto your hips and pull you back towards him as he thrusted his hips forward. It might not have sounded like much, but the results were undeniable. Between his thrusts and pulling your hips back towards him, you felt his hard dick slamming into you with even more force. But thankfully you were able to at least bury your head in the pillow to keep from crying out in pain while in this new position. \n[img[z/4.gif]] \n“What’s your name?” He asks you. \n\n“Cumslut.” You moan while your [[head was buried in the pillow]]. \n\n

“Okay, good.” The captain says. “Lucy? I am going to pilot the ship for a bit and put some distance between us and the pirate ship. It’s going to take Jen a few minutes to recalculate a fold into space from our new position, and since she has to get readings on a few stars for our location it is going to take her a bit. So, you go help Jake with a damage report. Don’t fix anything yet, just let me know what’s busted.” \n\n“You sure?” She asks. “I should probably head up there and help you out.” \n\n“Lucy, I was driving tubs through space in a straight line before you were able to use a toilet without pissing your diapers. I’m pretty sure that I can keep us going in a straight line.” He says and you could see Lucy smiling at the way he responded. “Just give Jake a hand by cataloging all the problems. Eve, I want you to get the reactors up and running. Shouldn’t be too hard, since nothing happened over than a short overload. May need to reset a few switches, but you should be able to handle it without Jake around. Larry, Tom and Becky? I want you three on clean up duty. Don’t bother with being subtle about it either. Just collect the shit that we might be able to pawn and [[toss the carcasses in the airlock]].” \n\n

END OF CONTENT\n<<silently>>\nbad trade path\n<<endsilently>>\n\n

At one point you were able to at least look over at Kris long enough to see what sort of image her face must have been like. Unlike you, most of her cum had been pumped directly into her mouth by the cock pressing against her lips. But that didn’t mean that her face was clear by any means. Several large streaks of cum coated the sides of her face as well. It was simply the fact that somewhere in the process, someone had focused more on her tongue and lips, and it kind of started a trend with the men who she had around her. \n[img[z/63.JPG]]\nBut it was finally over with. At least it was over with as far as having the men around you and cumming. There was still a quick session of taking a few pictures in order to promote what the vid was supposed to be about. So you had to endure sitting there with cum still on your face and running down your body as “Barry” took a few quick pictures before letting you get up again. Almost instantly you had an overwhelming need to see yourself in the mirror before you tried to get cleaned up and it wasn’t until [[you saw yourself in]] the mirror that you realized why you had to do it. \n\n

There was no doubt that the weak-willed had all been weeded out at the guild. You were on a ship full of people who would be willing to kill if they have to and a few of them looked like they would do it with their bare hands due to their size. Yet, you weren’t the only female onboard. In fact, there were actually more females onboard than males, and your medic and supply officers were both females. Your captain and navigator shared the bridge with you in a staggered set-up that showed the importance of our positions both on the bridge and to the crew. \n\nYou were up front, almost sitting both on the bottom, and yet the closest to the nose of the ship, and with a wide view in front of you through the displays around you. The navigator sat behind you and a little to your right, his systems connected to yours and acting as a co-pilot during landings and takeoffs. The captain was further back, and almost between the two of you, easily able to look over both of your shoulders when he had to and still have enough room to move around in his position and access the information that he needed with simply shifting from side to side to change displays instead of constantly opening and closing display systems. \n\nIt wasn’t the most up-to-date design, and yet it was highly efficient and everyone had their place and would be able to quickly help each other out as needed. But now that you were in space, your duties were relatively light. All you had to do was accept the plot from the navigator and point the ship at the right dot on your displays. Now that you were folding space, it was up to the navigator to keep the ship on [[the proper course and]] speed.

Giving a man a blowjob with another woman is possible, provided you had time to get to know each other and learn how to work together as a team. But both of you trying to do the same thing at the same time? Well, that wasn’t exactly easy to do and ended up just getting in each other’s way more than anything else. But of course, the only way to get the experience on how to give a man a blowjob with another woman was by actually doing it. So while you and Tracy were clumsy and distracting each other more than working together, you were able to at least provide enough stimulation for Brad to reach his limits. \n[img[z/13.gif]]\nYou were not at all surprised when he pushed you aside and started to unleash a climax all over Tracy’s face. It was something you kind of expected him to do at this point, and knew that as soon as he did you were expected to try to lick the cum off of her [[face as soon as he got]] out of your way. \n\n

You know? Being a pirate was actually boring most of the time. You spent almost all of your working time in the engine room, watching over two reactors that had just been inspected in port and given a top rating, which meant that you didn’t really have much to worry about or do. You spent the majority of your free time really just hanging out in your room, watching old vids or occasionally reading some sort of ship-based print out regarding consumption of fuels or supplies. And the meals were somewhat surprisingly good; they weren’t really that often with other people, eating most of your meals in the engine room while on duty. \n\nBut if there was a single aspect of your life that you enjoyed it was working with Hank “The Tank”. Keeping in shape was always difficult on a spaceship due to the lack of gravity in general. But Hank had a wonderful way of making sure that you could get a good workout by running in magnetic boots, not as easy as it sounds, and by using specially made equipment that was designed to offer resistance rather than weights to work your muscles. \n\nYet, the best part was getting to know your new partner in simulated breaches. There was still a thrill you got from the moment of not knowing what was waiting for you on the other side of the door that you couldn’t deny. Were you going to meet strong resistance, no resistance at all, an automated defense system, or possible not be able to get the door open in the first place, meaning having to blast your way in. The options were almost endless, and yet no matter how much you trained you were never sure what you were going to find until [[you stepped onto the other]] ship.

“There’s a difference between making friends and doing stupid like getting into a bar fight.” You point out. “I don’t mind going out for a couple of drinks and shooting the shit with someone. Everyone does that. Hell, I did it while I was undercover. But you? You simply got drunk and popped pills without really bothering to talk to anyone at all. And now? Now we are on the floor in the middle of a bar fight, and god knows what’s going to happen when the cops show up.” \n<<set $man -= 5>><<set $woman += 5>>\n<<pink>>“Of fuck you!”<</pink>> Eve snaps back. <<pink>>“Don’t you fucking dare put this all on me. You are to blame just as much as I am. You keep going on and on about what I should do to make friends, but you are the one that is control of the body all the time. Not me. So don’t sit there on your ass and blame me for not getting along with people when you didn’t even bother leaving your cabin to do anything but eat and watch a vid now and then. No, James, this isn’t my fault. This is all your fault. And you are too much of a fucking limp-dick to admit it. So, fuck you. Fuck off, and leave me the fuck alone. I’m tired of always getting blamed for shit you are doing. I can’t control a fucking thing. I wish you would remember that the next time you want to bitch at me for something you did, you fucking asshole.”<</pink>>\n\n“Well, look at you.” You reply back. “All big and mighty after a few drinks in you. If you felt this way about it, why didn’t you say something sooner? Huh? I would have at least tried to have a conversation with [[someone if you wanted me]] to.”

“Thanks, honey.” She says as she closes the door behind him.\n\nThe look in her eyes frightened you more than you would have expected from someone who appeared to be so pretty and young. There was no doubt that she had gotten her part on the show because of her looks more than her talents. But now that she was wealthy enough to indulge her own little desires, it was clearly obvious what sort of woman she was. A vindictive and sadistic one who had always dreamed of being the one that ‘broke’ a couple of fresh slaves instead of buying ones already ‘trained’ to behave. \n\nThe only thing that gave you any comfort at all was the fact that Tim had indicated that you were the one to look out for. For the first time since you had been turned into a slave you could stop pretending and really say what was on your mind and fight back. And you took advantage of it right away when she got too close to you and you scored a successful kick with your feet. \n\nOnly that sudden movement on your part made her laugh. Oh, she rubbed her thigh from the kick, but it only made the appearance of still being freshly captured by a slave trader so much more realistic to her. She actually smiled as she took off her shirt and skirt and stood a little further away [[from the two of you in her bra]] and panties. \n\n

--------------\n<<pink>>“God yes!” <</pink>> The voice in your head screamed out in joy. <<pink>>“Fuck me, you fucking stud. Give me that hard dick. Oh god, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!” <</pink>> \n[img[z/zs.JPG]]\n“Eve?” You ask the voice. “Is that you?” \n\n<<pink>>“Oh fuck!” <</pink>> The voice calls back. <<pink>>“God, can you feel that hard dick. Oh my god, I love it. Yes, right there. Oh god, yes, oh fuck, I’m cumming!” <</pink>> \n-------------\n\nYou heard the voice scream out in sheer joy as it clearly had an orgasm. You were shocked to actually be able to feel something in your crotch for once, something warm and tingling. It was startling at first and you were afraid that something was wrong, and yet the voice in your head continued to cry out in pleasure at the sensation and even got more into it when the second bouncer [[got between your legs]].

<<set $age += 8>> \nGeoff Newman <<print $age>> year old male. \n[img[z/Geoff.JPG]]\nGeoff Newman is a strange individual. While he has the rank of “second in command” he actually has no desire to be in command at all. And yet, while he has the very important tasks of folding space and scanning planets for landing spots, he has absolutely no interest in learning how a pilot controls the ship or the engines work. In fact, he simply does his job as a navigator and that is all. The “how” things are done just don’t interest him as much as “where” things are done. \n\nOn the ship: Geoff has the least amount of free time, having to constantly check positions and indicators while the ship is folding space leaves him very little time to leave his station. As such, his “home” aboard the ship tends to be the bridge. This might explain his lack of interest in command and in learning how things work, simply because he doesn’t have the time to leave his station and find out. He is the only one on the crew that has his hiber-bed set to “minimum” at all times, meaning that he will only sleep 12 hours at a time at most. \n\nOn a raid: Geoff is a deadly shot. Just like his navigational skills, it is all about the “where” for him. His “wild” shots are more accurate than some people’s “aimed” shots, and he almost has a scary ability to locate weakness in defenses and a sixth sense on predicting where patrol ships will be hiding, even if he has never been in the solar system before. \n\n<<back>>\n

There was something wrong. An unmarked spaceship was a dangerous thing because you had no way of knowing what was inside of it. And even though you had entered the ship without the slightest problem, it was still something about the whole thing that was wrong to you. Something in the back of your mind was telling you to get away from this ship as far as possible. \n\nBut it was simply too late to suddenly back away now. You were already aboard it, and there was nothing you could do at this point but to see things through to the end. The captain had made it clear that he was going through with the plan to board the ship and take whatever he could find. You just hoped that the bad feeling you got from the whole thing was simply your own nerves and not because of some stupid move on his part. \n\nRick left you watching the door down the hall as he quickly went through some of the large crates that were in the cargo hold. The first couple of crates had not been promising, filled mostly with generic farming equipment and a few prefab housing components. This was starting to look more and more like a transport ship for either a planet in the process of being terra-formed, or simply an agricultural planet that mostly produced food through farming or ranching. There wasn’t a lot of money in this sort of cargo because it was so cheap to buy and only really useable to those [[two sort of worlds]]. \n\n

---------\n“What the hell did you say that for?” You ask Eve in shock. \n<<set $man -= 10>> <<set $woman += 10>>\n<<pink>>“Because it is inevitable.”<</pink>> She counters. <<pink>>“Look, you might have been a man at one point in your life, but you really don’t have the slightest idea of how a man thinks of a woman when it comes to sex. I’m not officially ‘his property’ until he sticks his dick in me. So, knowing that it is going to happen sooner or later, if you want to be on his good side and avoid another beating by that bastard Dave, you better do it sooner.” <</pink>>\n<<set $vag = "very tight">><<set $fuk += 1>><<set $cpie += 1>>\n“But I don’t want to even be near the man let alone have sex with him.” You tell her. \n<<set $vagres = "providing extra stimulation">>\n<<pink>>“Like I do?”<</pink>> Eve snaps back. <<pink>>“It’s your fault that I’m in this fucking mess to begin with. If you had just left me the hell alone I would be back at home with my friends and family. Well, I would be going through basic training, but at least I would be a normal girl. But, no. James just had to save his own ass and that was all there was to it. It didn’t matter that he was taking my life away from me, or that I was going to end up being a slave, or that I was going to be turned into a cheap whore. It was all about covering your fucking ass and leaving my ass hanging in the wind to pay for your fucking mistake. So no. I don’t want to be near him either. But if I’m going to survive, I’m going to fucking play the game to win. And at the moment, playing the game means giving him what he wants. My pussy. So shut the fuck up and take [[it like the fucking bitch you are]].” <</pink>>\n---------------

------------\n<<pink>>“Damn right, I do.”<</pink>> She suddenly says as you look in the mirror. <<pink>>“Look at me. I’m young, I’m cute, some would say pretty, and I know that I can really feel good after being with a guy. Why not enjoy it? Okay, maybe you just need more practice to be good at it, but everyone does.” <</pink>>\n\n“But, I just don’t think of it like that.” You tell her. \n\n<<pink>>“Fine.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“I will make you a deal. When you are not working, you are in charge. But when the fun starts, I take over.”<</pink>> \n\n“But…” You start. \n\n<<pink>>“Do we have a deal or not?” She suddenly snaps. <</pink>>\n\n“Yes.” You suddenly say, mostly to silence her.\n\nThe fact that you actually said that part out loud to [[yourself in the mirror]] didn’t even register.\n------------------\n

“Eve, honey.” You say to the image reflected back at you in the mirror. “I know that I shouldn’t say this, but you look better with a face full of cum.” \n\nYou couldn’t help but smile as you washed off your face as you thought about what Eve would have said to you in response. If she could have heard you that is. Would she be pissed about it or would she agree? You didn’t really know, but you were pretty sure that either way she would have to agree that it was a lot more than you had expected to get on your face when he came. \n\nYou head back to your seat and put on your jumpsuit. You notice that the captain was busy going over some readouts and he didn’t seem to be all that interested in having a conversation at the moment, which was fine as you simply set your hiber-bed to maximum and slowly drifted off to [[sleep for the next three]] days. \n\n

The next few days were strange for you. You had enough money to not have to “work” for your rent, and eat, and actually go shopping for some new clothes if you wanted to. In fact, you could take the time off and simply stay in your room if you wanted to. But you didn’t want to. Or rather, the part of you that was “Eve” didn’t want to. You don’t want to say that you were looking forward to getting back to work, but you were asking yourself what made it so difficult for you to do.\n<<set $ctc = "whore">> <<set $whore = "worst worker">>\nAnd then it suddenly hit you what your real problem was all along. You were asking yourself about your own sexuality. You haven’t had to face that sort of issue since you were a young boy yourself. You had always liked girls, even as a little kid. But you never really saw a man as a possible sexual partner. Oh, you’ve had a few threesomes here and there when you were young with another man and a woman. But you never did anything with that other man, other than share a woman between you. \n\nBut here you were, sucking and fucking men for the first time in your life. Did that make you a homosexual? Surely it did, didn’t it? You still thought of yourself as a man when you were in private. Take Dawn for example, you were highly attracted to her and would have loved to have taken her to bed and fucked her all night long. Yet, you hadn’t done anything more than a quick friendly hug with her. What was wrong with you? Why [[were you struggling with this]] issue?\n\n

“But how?” You ask. \n\n<<pink>> Like I fucking know the answer to that one? I just do. Look, I can’t explain how I do it. I just know that I can take your mind off of things if I really try. But I’m completely spent afterward and unable to really do much else. I guess it’s like when your foot falls asleep. You know that it is there, but you can’t really feel it. It’s kind of like that. Only like your foot, when it wakes up and you can feel it again, then I can’t control it anymore. And like your foot, it can’t go to sleep by itself. The conditions have to be just right. And when you focus on something too much, like the way you felt when Hank was in you? Well, it is actually easier for me. <</pink>>\n\n“Why?” You ask. “I mean, if I’m focusing on it, shouldn’t that make things harder for you?” \n\n<<pink>> You would think so. But I guess it is because you are already thinking about it that it is such a big deal. You focus on it like that, and it becomes all I can think about. So it is easier for me to take over at that point and block it out. It was like you [[were just handing it to me]]. <</pink>>\n-------------------------------------------------\n\n

She suddenly stands up and is about to leave when she turns and puts both of her hands on the table and leans over the table so that nobody else would hear her but you. \n\n“But if you are serious about not working?” She asks. “Then you should get out before “The Beast” shows up and sees you. She finds you working her and she’ll have you turning tricks for the whole bar just to break you in. If you really need a place to feel safe, go see Amanda in the Red Rabbit. She at least will let you sleep one night by yourself before putting you to work.” \n\nThe idea that if you hung around much longer you might be “thrown to the wolves” simply for the amusement of someone else was too much for you. After “Ernie”, if that was his real name or not, and the prostitute both mentioned going to the Red Rabbit and talking to “Amanda”, it really wasn’t that hard to figure out what you should do, even if it was just for one night to talk to someone or sleep without fear of being attacked. You reluctantly got up from the table and headed over to the Red Rabbit and asked for Amanda at the door. \n\nLike you thought, the Red Rabbit was clearly a whorehouse. Only it was not at all like the sort of whorehouse you thought it would be. You don’t know why you had the image of a whorehouse being filled with women sitting around the main entrance and being displayed like they were some sort of piece of meat to purchase at the grocery store. No, they were all dressed in evening gowns, completely covered from neck to knee, and while it was clear that they were “made up” to attract a customer, they weren’t just randomly picked and disappeared up some stairs or through a back door. There was actually a small restaurant and bar in the “lobby” of what had to be a converted [[hotel at some]] point.

Just like going into the bathroom, the two guards didn’t move as you exited it. Instead of going back to your table, you quickly left the bar and started to aimlessly roam down the street unsure of what you were going to do next. You barely turn the corner to a small alley formed by the building and the natural curves of the underground cavern and start to throw up. You had never taken a life in cold-blood before and despite the need to do it, it wasn’t something that you were going to be able to shake off so easily. \n\nYou felt a hand landing on your shoulder and quickly turned to accept the fate that either the guards had seen you or that the authorities had been called. But it was the accountant looking guy who at least had the decency to not say a word or smile at you. He simply nodded his head for you to follow and headed off to a privately owned vehicle. You were still so numb from what you just did that you didn’t really notice where you were going, not that it would have really helped you at the moment. \n\nWhen he got to another bar, he stopped, paid a guy a bit of coin to “watch the car” then came over to open your door and help you out. You were numb but you were moving on your own when he quickly escorted you through the door, behind the bar, through the storeroom and to a well-hidden mag-lift that lowered you three or four more floors before it stopped then opened another unmarked door in the middle of the hallway and closed it behind you without [[entering the room itself]]. \n\n

----------\n<<pink>>“Oh my god, James. That was amazing.”<</pink>> Eve says as you wash yourself off. <<pink>>“I had no idea just how much fun it could be to let yourself go and have fun with a man. Oh my god, that was the biggest climax I’ve ever had. Much bigger than when I used to play with myself back home.”<</pink>>\n\n“Had fun, did we?” You ask, clearly unable to hide the way you felt from your voice. \n\n<<pink>>“Oh come on.”<</pink>> Eve replies. <<pink>>“You can’t tell me that you didn’t enjoy it yourself. I know you did, you can’t lie to me about it. That orgasm you had completely blew your mind. That’s how I was able to take over in the first place. Then when I stared to cum like that, you were able to take over again.”<</pink>>\n\n“Yeah, and got a face full of cum out of it.” You snapped. “Damn it, Eve. I told you that I wasn’t [[cool with being with another]] guy. I’m not like you. I’m still a guy. I don’t enjoy it like you do.” \n\n

You suddenly found yourself being guided by Rick into your position on the ship. You were going to take the aft-boarding tube and work your way forward to the bridge, meeting up with your crewmembers at selected points aboard the other ship. Once the ship was secured you would then quickly go through the cargo and take anything of value. You stood next to the door, your spacesuit feeling like a ton on your shoulders and so nervous you thought for sure that you would vibrate yourself right through the deck plates. \n<<set $coin to ["heads","tails"].random()>>\nYou felt a thump, not really hearing it, and the door you were by suddenly opened leaving you exposed to space. But that was expected and the tether you had on your suit kept you in place. But Rick quickly shifted your hook to the cable above your head and you felt yourself being pulled through space towards the other ship, with Rick a mere foot or two behind you. \n\nYou hit the other ship a little harder than expected, but not so hard as to bounce off of it as Rick easily landed on his feet next to you and smiled through his helmet as he punched the “open” button. The door silently slid open and he quickly disappeared into the open airlock and pulled you inside before opening the inner door. \n\nYou suddenly realized why Rick had insisted on being first when the inner door opened. It had nothing at all to do with him being a better shot, or expecting to meet little to no resistance. It had to do with the fact that the outer door to the airlock was still opened and that opening the inner door would require a fair amount of strength to stand still as the escaping air rushed past him. But it only took a few seconds before the section was opened to space and both of you were able to [[step inside with little trouble]].

The airlock opened and you were surprised at the smell that welcomed you after living inside of the ship for so long. You never knew that “fresh air” could be so sweet, and you weren’t the only one that took a deep breath of the air as it rushed into the chamber. But you couldn’t hang around enjoying the view or the air, the small craft you were in took off as soon as the gantry was lowered and you reminded yourself to either look for or invest in a pair of goggles at some point. \n\nYou found the small community just a few minutes later, this time on foot. You were ordered to secure the smallest building, figured that it was a shed or storage facility and should be empty as the others swept through the area and captured as many people as they could with stun-nets or slap-tranqs before the authorities could respond. You know that you were being assigned to the most unlikely building to have anyone in it because it was your first raid, but you had to follow the orders that were given to you if you wanted to avoid being punished by the captain or crew. \n\nYou made your way to the door and paused. Whatever happened from this moment on there was no turning back. This was your moment of truth. You were going to willingly enter the building and try to subdue anyone in it for slavery or were you? If you wanted to attempt to escape from the [[slavers and try to strike]] out on your own, now was as good as time as ever.\n\n

You could have easily continued to have a debate with Eve over the whole “gay or not” issue for several hours more. Unfortunately you never got the chance to say anything to her after her last comment. Someone was knocking at the door to the small bathroom telling you that it was time for you to film the ‘grand finale’ of the vid you were making. You reluctantly stepped out of the bathroom and walked onto the set. \n\nOnly you had to pause for a few seconds as you watched Joe easily going up and down on another actor’s cock. And despite everything that Eve had said to you in the bathroom and how much you wanted to prove her wrong, you couldn’t help but stand there and watch Joe’s lips moving back and forth. And despite being annoyed by the whole thing because of Eve, you had to admit that you wished you could have been as talented as he was and not always struggling while having oral sex with a man. \n\nBut that only lasted for a few quick seconds. You were supposed to be upset that you had just caught your ‘boyfriend’ sucking on another man’s cock, and you used a bit of the anger you had at Eve at the moment to make your performance a little more convincing than anyone expected. Of course, now that you were in the final moments of the film, it was only a few choice words, from the script not from Joe or the other actor, before you agreed that you were going to prove that a female was ‘better’ than a [[gay man when it came to]] having anal sex. \n\n

<<set $age += 5>>\nA <<print $age>> year old, brunette. \n[img[z/Tracy.gif]]\n<<if $slave eq "kept concubine" or $slave eq "guest entertainment" or $slave eq "head slave">>\nTracy is your only real friend as a slave. You first met her at the house of your first “master” and the two of you bonded by turning away when forced to watch someone being drowned. Tracy is a little older than you are, but has lost her own will to survive, simply doing whatever is needed to get through the day. \n\nTracy has turned to you to be her protector. She sees you not just as a friend but as the last hope to be able to get through the day. She will do anything that she is told to do except do something that causes you physical harm. When ordered to be “rough” with you, she always holds back and will break into tears if she is ordered to inflict pain. On more than one occasion, she has been threatened with a beating of her own for failure to harm you. \n\nYou think that Tracy might have some form or mental problem. Either she is mentally challenged, or lacking emotional development, you aren’t sure. There are times that Tracy seems to have a good head on her shoulder and able to grasp complicated concepts. Yet, there are times when she acts extremely childish and seems to be slightly lost in her own world. \n<<endif>>\n<<if $slave eq "runaway slave" or $slave eq "rebel leader">>\nTracy has become completely blood thirsty in her anger. On more than one occasion you had to step in and stop her from being too careless or a danger to other people. She is your right-hand, and you are constantly surprised by the level of success she has when given a free hand to do something. However, she is also a bit of a dangerous ally because she almost always encourages the most dangerous course of action. \n<<endif>>\n<<back>>\n

Another person who was busy using her mouth was Vicky, a raven haired beauty that you might have enjoyed as a man, but as a woman you couldn’t stand her. And with very good reason when you think about it. Almost immediately after being included in the “concubine room”, Vicky started to give you and Tracy a hard time. She was by far the “star” of the concubines and viewed the added food and luxuries as something that should have been earned and not just given to you. And to you and Tracy specifically since you had come from another household and not had to work your way up from the “normal slaves” in the house. \n\nIt was strange to see a slave have an “attitude” about being promoted from one position to another when the only reason they had a position at all was because of their looks. But Vicky simply wasn’t going to let anyone take what little comforts she could find, and would pounce on any signs of weakness that she could find. Which was why you had such a hard time with her from the start. As soon as Vicky picked up a feeling that Tracy was “weak”, she was relentless in the way she treated her. The first argument that you got into with Vicky was over a blanket that she had taken from Tracy’s bed. The first time that you had gotten into a shouting match with her was when she actually stole food off of Tracy’s plate. When Vicky shoved Tracy out of the shower? Well, that was the final straw for you and it actually took three days in the medical facilities of the complex to fix your broken nose and Vicky’s twisted knee. But at least she had learned a valuable lesson as how to handle Tracy. As long as she didn’t physically touch her, then there was nothing you could [[do but yell at each]] other.

“Well, Larry.” He says. “That will teach you to assume that even the smallest flower doesn’t have a thorn hidden somewhere. Very nicely done, Eve. We’ll make a slaver out of you yet. Uh, I would suggest putting the knife away, unless of course you want to fail your pilot instructions. Larry might be as dumb as mud, but he’s one hell of a flight instructor. Oh, and you’ll need him to pass you if you want to avoid being a slave yourself some day.” \n\nIt dawns on you just how dangerous the guild really was. They didn’t simply teach you something from a book, but they really tossed you into the deep end and tested the sort of person you were. You knew that you were going to find the next test to be even harder, but it was also clear that you would have to be just as deadly and vicious as your instructors were if you expected to survive through training. \n\nYou did notice something sort of strange an hour later while you were eating breakfast with the other ‘recruits’. You had only been in the guild for a day and you were already given a nickname, one that you kind of liked. Being called “little thorn” as [[you ate was kind of funny]]. \n\n

----------------\n<<pink>>“What the fuck was that?”<</pink>> A female voice asked while you slept. <<pink>>“You let a man hit me and didn’t fight back? What sort of man are you?” <</pink>>\n\n“Hell, I couldn’t do a thing.” You tell her. “I wanted to fight back, but couldn’t move.” \n\n<<pink>>“Yeah, that might have been my fault.”<</pink>> She says. <<pink>>“Uh, maybe we should work something out. When we both try to do the same thing at the same time, nothing seems to work.” <</pink>> \n\n“We?” You ask. “Who the hell is this we, shit?” \n\n<<pink>>“Oh, come on James.”<</pink>> The girl says. <<pink>>“[[You know exactly who this is]].” <</pink>> \n--------------------\n

<<set $age += 12>>\nA <<print $age>> year old, blonde. \n[img[z/Penny.JPG]]\n<<if $slave eq "kept concubine" or $slave eq "guest entertainment">>\nPenny is the head slave of the Tillman House. She used to be a concubine, but after getting pregnant and unable to engage in anal sex due to being uncomfortable she was assigned as a “guest entertainment” slave. After a few years, she was offered the position of head slave and rules with an iron fist. \n\nPenny has grown completely heartless and indifferent to the other slaves. As far as she is concerned they are nothing more than simple pieces of furniture to be moved around the house whenever needed. On more than one occasion she has taken advantage of her position to solve personal problems by ordering a slave to fight to the death with a far superior foe. Penny has no problems with “rigging” the fights when told to, and will sometimes pit two fighters against one, just to make things “more interesting”. \n\nYou think that Penny is a complete bitch who uses her position to constantly keep the other slaves from having any dignity. It is made worse by the fact that Penny enjoys any chance she has to punish you or Tracy, although it isn’t that often due to your “protected” status. However, if she can get away with cutting back the amount of food available, or limiting the amount of water to drink, or to bathe with, Penny will do it and laugh about it. \n<<endif>>\n<<if $slave eq "head slave" or $slave eq "runaway slave" or $slave eq "rebel leader">>\nIn order to become head slave, you had to fight Penny to the death. In typical fashion, Penny had stacked the odds in her favor by requesting that the fight be held publicly and at the audience's request for weapons. The “fix was in” and she was allowed to use a large axe, while you were forced to fight her unarmed. The victory raised your status among the other slaves in the house, but kept you in the hospital for several months as you healed. \n<<endif>>\n<<back>>

“Hey, Kelly?” You ask as you stand at her doorway. “Uh, can I come in for a moment? I need to talk to you about something.” \n\nYou can actually tell there is a pause as she has to think about it, but she finally tells you to step into her room. It was strange to think that the first time you had been in this room you were walking out after having your mouth filled with semen from her partners while having sex, and yet now it looked like a normal room again. The changes in your own attitudes about her had changed when you found out why she had done what she did. And while it didn’t make you feel better about what happened to you, it at least made you feel better about what happened to her. \n\nYou sit at the edge of the bed and place the small packages of sweets between the two of you, leaving it as a clear sign that she should share them with you. There is a brief hesitation, but she finally takes one and you smile at her as you unwrap a sweet for yourself and pop it into your mouth. \n\n“Uh, I want to say that I’m sorry for what happened the other week.” You tell her. “I mean, for making an assumption, not about what actually happened. I kind of liked that part. I just want to tell you that I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that. And I don’t want you to think that I meant to do it. It just kind of happened, you know? We were sharing how we felt and talking about what we would do for the crew and for each other. And well, after being away from home and all, I kind of just got a bit lonely and really appreciated someone taking the time to talk to [[me as a person again]].”

Only the final round was something that you would have tried to avoid if you were all alone with the man. No matter how much you might have enjoyed the small little orgy you were having in the room, you could have been just as content with using your vagina as you had a little while ago. But once Becky made the announcement that it was time for everyone to get fucked in the ass? Well, there wasn’t much you could do because both Becky and Lucy were already on their hands and knees with a cock in their ass when your partner’s erection finally recovered for one more go of the evening. \n[img[z/27.gif]]\nSo you endured it, and realized almost right away that you could in fact really tell a difference between a man who was circumcised and who wasn’t. As soon as you felt the rounded head of his cock penetrate your asshole, you felt the rounded ridge of the head of his dick as the perfect indicated against your little pucker as to when to push his cock back inside of you. Again and again, you felt the edges of your asshole teased by the small little ridge, just for a split second before feeling his shaft sliding inside of you with a long and slow motion. There was no doubt in your mind as you glanced over to the side to [[see Lucy and Becky being]] fucked that all three men were more tired than they were willing to admit at this point. \n\n

After having sex with Kelly, things aboard the ship changed for you. There was a strange feeling in the air that you just couldn’t explain. And despite the fact that you knew exactly why that feeling was hanging over you, you couldn’t really explain why it made you feel so strange. \n<<if $opt eq "right">> \nMaybe it was the fact that for the first time since taking over Eve’s body you no longer worried [[about being thought of a female]].\n<<endif>>\n<<if $opt eq "wrong">> \nMaybe it was the fact that for the first time since taking over Eve’s body you had made a grave error [[in how to act as a female]]. \n<<endif>>

You tried to place accents and the currency being used, but nobody actually said the type of currency that was being used or any kind of exchange rate. All you heard was the “handler” calling out numbers and pointing to the man who indicated that he was willing to pay. You don’t know how much 24 was, but you got the feeling that it was a lot more than just 24 bucks. But the way that he treated you after he accepted the leash on the collar around your neck, it was clear that it was not 24,000 bucks that he had paid. \n\nYou were quickly blindfolded and gagged yet again before you left the room and still had no clue where you were going as you were shoved into the next vehicle. You were still blindfolded and gagged as you were tied down to what felt like some kind of table or large bench. It wasn’t until the blindfold and gag was removed again when you saw [[what was in store for you]]. \n\n

With a quick little puff, the flexible material was flung away from the ship due to the explosive decompression that had just happened. And now that the material was out of the way the hole was fully exposed, just large enough for you to get through without fear of touching the outer edges and exposing your suit to any of the strong acid still eating the side of the ship. \n\nOnly the hole wasn’t large enough for Hank to get through. For once his imposing size was a serious disadvantage as he couldn’t fit into the same spaces you could. You would be on your own, having to fight your way back to the airlock in order to let him into the ship. And you knew that at this point, the other crew would have at least four or five men in spacesuits ready for the airlock to be opened, so the vacuum of space wasn’t an ally anymore. In fact, it was now one of the biggest dangers you would have to deal with as you made your way to the door. \n\nNo gravity, no sound, not being familiar with the layout of the ship in general. All of this was going to work against you as it prevented you from being able to secure yourself to the floor or to hear anyone coming your way. Even the sounds of gunfire wouldn’t happen. You wouldn’t know if anyone had taken a shot at you unless you saw their shots in the air or got hit by one of them. And without knowing the layout of the ship, you could only hope that your sense of direction was taking you the right way or not. Not the best thing to count on when you had to check each corner for a [[potential gun barrel pointed at your]] chest and head. \n\n

When you finally arrived at the spot where you were supposed to meet the customer, Amanda finally said something for the first time since stepping out of the Red Rabbit. \n\n“Let’s see the money.” She says to the man. \n\n“Here you go.” He tells her as he hands over a small case stuffed with money. “Enough to go wherever you want to without having to worry about being found by Ernie or Carter.” \n\n“And the passport?” She asks. \n\n“In the small package.” The man says. “Is this her?” \n\n“Yeah.” Amanda says as she starts to count the money. “And I don’t want to know.” \n\nYou try to back away from the guy when he walks towards you, but you forgot about the driver of the vehicle standing next to you. You feel something sharp poking your arm and you have just enough time to turn to look at him before the drugs in the slaptranq take effect. You [[collapse on the ground]], completely unconscious. \n\n

Anyone who was fully exposed to the sonic grenade going off was instantly deaf with sound, or had their eardrums busted and passed out due to the subsonic vibrations that you couldn’t hear. It was a highly effective weapon against exposed forces, and even more effective at putting down riots with the minimum of effort. \n\nA pair of hands grabbed you and dragged you out of the vehicle to join your so-called “friends” as they were quickly cuffed and gathered. You watched as the “frontier-force” went around the small community and gathered seven people, some of who were eager to join the [[small line that stood]] in front of you. \n\n

At some point during the next few hours, you have possibly the strangest dream in your life. A dream where you were not only your own father fucking Eve every night of the week, but oddly your own mother, looking down at yourself as you suckled on your own breasts. When your hiber-bed woke you up, you really weren’t sure how you felt about the whole thing. But it did at least make you curious enough to do a little research on your own. \n\nAs strange as it sounded in your head, there was a bit of truth to what Eve had suggested to you. It wasn’t exactly a proven concept just yet, but the theory was sound. At least it was sound enough to formulate a few theoretical papers on the subject. But they all seemed to be completely different results. One predicted that the baby would end up being a young version of the person who had the original mindgraft, effectively killing that person’s old body. Another predicted that it would result in the biological mother’s brainwave patterns being transferred to the baby’s mind regardless of who got the mindgraft, resulting in the death of the biological mother’s personality.\n\nBut the third one was the strangest theory of all. It indicated that both people, regardless of who got the mindgraft and who was the biological mother, would end up with their brainwaves merged into one, which would then be imposed on the young baby’s mind during the pregnancy. That when baby was born, it was an entirely new creation that would result in the death of both the biological mother as well as the person who got the mindgraft in the first place. But the baby would effectively have the lifetime experience of both parties in its head to access as it grew into an adult. Meaning that in theory, with multiple mindgrafts, it was possible to find [[a way to become immortal]].

“Oh, stop the fucking act, you bitch.” Kelly says in anger. “Don’t play the goody-two-shoes, I’m-your-best-friend, act on me. I see right through your bullshit. You come in here and try to do my job, then turn around and say that since you took care of it that I should just be grateful and be willing to fuck around again.” \n\n“Oh for fuck sake.” You say as you finally had enough. “Look, I’m just trying to be nice. Okay? If you don’t want my help, then at least be professional enough to say you don’t need it. Don’t make this personal.” \n\n“Be professional?” She asks you in surprise. “Is that what you call what you did to me? Were you being a professional then? If so, you are in the wrong fucking profession, you fucking dyke.” \n\n“Hey!” You say. “Don’t call me that. Look, what happened between us was a mistake on my part. I admit that. I’m just trying to make up for it by being helpful. There is no need for you to come in here and bite my head off for just trying to be friendly and help you out.” \n\n“Oh, fuck you.” Kelly suddenly says as she actually [[throws a tool at you]]. \n\n

The man who was fucking your ass, called out as he pulls his cock out of your asshole and starts to release streaks of cum along your back. You couldn’t really say that you were satisfied by the feeling of his cum splashed along the curve of your ass and back, but you couldn’t deny the instant relief you had when he pulled out of your anus. You just wished that after he came all over your back he would have fallen a bit more to the side rather than try to lie across your back and kiss your neck and shoulders. \n[img[z/42.JPG]]\nBut you weren’t the only one who ended up with having cum on her after being fucked in the ass. Lucy was the next one who ended up having cum on her, granted it was on her tits. Her partner pulled out of her asshole and with one easy motion of his hand rolled her onto her back and straddled her stomach as he jerked off on her tits. Becky wasn’t quite as fortunate, at least not in your opinion as you and Lucy both watched her partner pull out of her asshole and hold her hair with one hand and coated her face with his third climax of the evening. But, you were still rather impressed by the size of his cock as well as the [[size of his climax as you watched the]] ‘end of the show’ for the night. \n\n

You really didn’t need Tim to say that last bit before he walked out of the room. There was no doubt that you were at least slightly relieved that he was letting “Jason” know that you weren’t available to suck his dick or be fucked. But at the same time, by pointing that out to him it sort of put a lot of pressure on Hilda who had to be the one that was supposed to be the “main entertainment” in the room for the evening. \n\nAnd judging by the way that he looked her up and down, there was no doubt on anyone’s mind that he would have rather spent the evening fucking you than Hilda. Not that there was anything wrong with Hilda’s body, in fact, you found her to be somewhat sexy yourself and had enjoyed the ‘training’ together in room 3 more than you probably should have. But like all men, he had ‘preferences’ to his women and your larger breasts were clearly his idea of the sort of girl he wanted to be with. \n\nBut that didn’t stop him from being able to enjoy what he could enjoy. And so you had to endure his hand constantly holding and fondling your breast as he kept his arm around you and watched Hilda performing a rather impressive dance on the small table in the room in front of the couch. And it didn’t take him long before he ordered both of you to remove “those ridiculous" g-strings. Leaving you both fully nude in front of him other than a pair of heels. And he enjoyed having you sitting on his lap, feeding him grapes or other small pieces of fruit as Hilda curled up next to him and cuddled as close [[as possible like a small]] child. \n\n

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You curse to yourself as you prepare for the upcoming attack. \n\nSpeed, ruthlessness and catching the other crew unprepared was the difference between a good pirate career and a bad one. And since the ship had their damn wings exposed, you had lost two of the three things you needed the most. Speed to get onto their ship was no longer possible. It was actually taking you much longer than you felt comfortable with, especially knowing that a quick crew member could actually get his spacesuit on, open the outer airlocks and easily remove your magnetic line from his ship, leaving you to float in the emptiness of space unable to secure yourself to anything but your own ship after pulling yourself in. \n\nAs far as catching the other crew unprepared? Well, again, the speed of your attack dictated how prepared they were going to be. And at this point, there was no doubt that they were going to be fully prepared to keep you off their ship. They might even have time to make repairs to their engines and start to pull away from you. A simple command with a few chemical thrusters could increase the distance between your two ships. But at this point, all that would do would only cause your guidelines to extend outward. Now that you had your magnetic grapple in place, nothing they could do with chemical thrusters [[could make them get away from you]]. \n\n

Yet after he was finally done you quickly got through decon and customs. Now all you had to do was simply go around the port to a couple of places and hope to hear news of a ship looking for a crewmember or find a posting at the port for possible jobs. Most people thought that a member of a spaceship was a highly trained professional that had spent years studying under strict regulations and instructors. That was actually true for someone who was a captain, pilot or worked in the engine room. But working in the cargo hold, or any of the other numerous small jobs such as maintenance? Well, you didn’t need to do anything more than find a captain that was willing to accept you when you talked to him.\n\nAnd seeing how almost every time that a ship landed somebody was looking to take some time off or simply find another job, it was just as likely that the next ship taking off needed someone as the next one landing needed someone. It wasn’t going to take long to find a job working on a ship; it was just going to take knowledge or where to hang out and where to look. And at the moment, the best place to hang out and look was in the main bar of the port between ships landing and taking off. \n\nYou only had a couple of hours to kill before the next ship landed, and in that time only two ships were going to depart. You had to quickly weight the options and approach both ships with a different approach. It was clear that the Jameson was piloted by a Congo pilot, someone who would be interested in possible illegal smuggling if not outright slave trading, but it would also mean that you would be looking at a ship that went closer to the States than you were at the moment. The Jack of Pride was piloted by a Unionist, making his trade more likely to be legal, but also limiting you to Unionist space. But it at least would get you closer to the Union/State border, which would help in making the crossing if you could [[switch ships at another port]].

“Well, I hope you know what you are doing.” You tell her. “Because it’s going to hurt like hell.”\n<<set $impress = "likeable but clueless">><<set $trust = "might">>\n<<pink>>“And how do you know?”<</pink>> She counters. <<pink>>“You mean to tell me that you’ve gotten fucked in the ass before?”<</pink>>\n<<set $expect = "going to be in serious trouble">>\n“Uh, no.” You inform her. “But I’ve kind of been on the other end of things as a man. Being the one who had anal sex with a woman for the first time. No matter how much she might have wanted to spice things up and do something different, the reaction has always been the same. It hurts and nothing you can do will make it easy the first time you do it. Not even trying to use a little extra bit of lubrication. It is still going to hurt.”\n\n<<pink>>“Oh.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“Well, when momma told me about sex and we took those classes in school and all; they kind of hinted that it would be painful at first. But I didn’t know anyone who had done it, so I didn’t know if it was going to hurt a little or a lot. I mean, how much more will it hurt compared to having normal sex?”<</pink>>\n\n“That I don’t know.” You tell her. “I just know that it isn’t going to be comfortable. That’s [[all I can really tell]] you.” \n-------------\n\n

“I wouldn’t call it a game.” You say. “I did try to stick to single women more than anything else. But there were a few times that I did sleep with a married one. Look, I’m not entirely proud of the things I’ve done in my life. Everyone has a few things they wish they could have done differently. And if you think that James is doing this because he’s looking forward to it, I can promise you he isn’t. It’s just part of the job to him. Another way to get some information that is a lot cheaper than trying to bribe her with goods or money. A bribe that she will probably enjoy more than he will. At least for a few minutes. After they are done? I don’t know. Some married women are okay with it, and some aren’t.” \n\n<<pink>>“Well, I just got the feeling that she’s going to be fine with it.”<</pink>> Eve tells you. <<pink>>“Especially when you consider the fact that she pretty much threw us at him like a piece of meat to a dog. Fine, if we have to do it, you are taking the hit on this one. I’m zoning out.” <</pink>>\n\nYou can’t really recall exactly where the hotel was or what floor you were on. You had spent the rest of the walk back to the hotel in an attempt to get Eve’s awareness back so that you could iron out your differences on why this time she wasn’t going to be of any assistance. And no [[assistance is exactly what she]] was. \n--------------------\n\n

And when it came to anal sex? Well, the payment you got wasn’t quite as bad as it was for your oral sex. It was something that paid a good bit more, but at the same time, it was the most painful thing in your life. You would rather not have to do it at all after your first time. Your asshole hurt so much from being penetrated the first time that you couldn’t stop screaming in pain. \n[img[z/n.gif]]\nIt was so bad that Amanda actually had the bouncer come into the room and scared the hell out of both of you. He threatened to kill the guy for “hurting you”, but you had to tell him that you were okay, just not used to having anal sex. The look he gave you was not one you found comfort in. Instead of looking at you with a bit of sympathy, he actually laughed as he shut the door. You know that he stood outside the room as your customer went back to finish off. You could see the darkened outline of his shadow through the gap at the bottom of the door. You also knew that the bouncer was there because a couple of times you were able to hear him [[snicker about the noises]] you were making. \n\n

Instinctively you pulled the trigger as soon as you saw the young boy in front of you. Why he was still up, you don’t know. You were just grateful that the pistol in your hand was firing darts filled with tranquilizers and not something deadly like lasers or plasma. If you had shot the boy at this range with a weapon like that, you would have killed him on the spot. But with the tranquilizer darts, he would be asleep before he even hit the floor. \n[img[z/zak.JPG]]\nYou had to step over the boy and search the rest of the house. You were happy to find that other than the boy, the house was empty. You don’t know why that made you feel better, but it did. You now had the time to return your attention to the small frame lying on the floor and it bothered you to see just how young of a boy he was. You figured that he must be about 12, maybe 11 years old. Why was he alone in the house you don’t know, but there were signs of at least one adult in the house, a female judging by the coat hanging on the wall. Where she was, you had no idea and really didn’t [[care at the moment]]. \n\n

You never even felt the heat as your body was burning up along with the metals and composite materials as you entered the atmosphere. Your head had been hit by the spinning ship, driving a metal rod through your head, chest and hip. \n[img[z/zba.JPG]]\n\nLook at your [[final stats]].

--------------\n<<pink>>“My god, just look at all that cum.” <</pink>> Eve says in shock. <<pink>> “How the fuck do they do that? It isn’t like this at work.”<</pink>>\n\n“At work they don’t use pills.” You point out to her. “Didn’t you notice the chemical taste?”\n\n<<pink>>“Not really.”<</pink>> She admits. <<pink>>“I got a hint of it, but I can’t taste as well as you can. So is that how they do it? Pop a lot of pills to get that much cum?”<</pink>>\n\n“Yeah.” You admit. “Nobody wants to admit it, but that is what they do. It makes a huge mess, but the drawback is the guy will be sterile if he uses too much of it. But, clearly nobody really seems to care about it. As long as it looks good on camera that is all they care about.” \n\n<<pink>>“Well, that makes sense, in a way.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“But admit it, you do look good. You know you do. Don’t you wish that you could have a copy to keep for yourself? I bet if we show this vid in our room, the guys will pay double knowing that we do porn.”<</pink>>\n--------------\n\nEve might have had a point about that fact. There was no doubt that you had a rather large library of porn-vids to pick from at work. But none of them had you in one of them. And there was no doubt that being able to promote yourself as a “porn-star” would increase your popularity; it really wasn’t something that was fully endorsed. Amanda didn’t have a rule against it; she just didn’t have a rule saying that it was allowed either. But you knew that several girls showed [[their own vids while working]], why couldn’t you?

You felt him give your ass one last “thrust” and then felt his cock starting to pulse and cum inside of your asshole. Again, you couldn’t say or do anything about it but let it happen. You tried not to think about it, to not try to imagine what it had to look like while inside of you. Simply wait until he was done and going limp and then he would pull out.\n[img[z/zbv.JPG]]\nIt was difficult and very uncomfortable when both men were finally finished. They got off the bed and got dressed in their jumpsuits without saying a single thing, leaving you on Kelly’s bed with your legs clamped shut, curled up in the fetal position and trying to both rub your ass and not touch it. You could still feel the warm cum that has spilled out of you on your inner thighs and butt crack. But you were too sore to try [[to remove it at the moment]]. \n\n

<<set $age += 37>>\nRyan Jacobson, <<print $age>> year old Captain.\n[img[z/Blindside.JPG]]\nRyan Jacobson has seen better days. He is getting old by captain standards and often talks about only having another “couple of trips” left in him. But despite the strangely unattached attitude about his future, he really knows his business and every inch of his ship. \n\nOnboard the Ship: He is friendly, often enjoys joking around and hanging out with the crew. It is possible to forget that he is the captain simply because of the fact that he doesn’t flaunt his authority and tends to rely more on “Tank” to help keep everyone in line if there is a problem. He reminds you more of a friendly uncle than a pirate. \n\nWhen boarding a ship: He is ruthless and will often order no survivors. He is also indifferent with killing men or women, as well as killing the old or the young. His position is the "Pivot", or the person who decides on clearing from the middle of the ship to the bridge, or to the cargo bay. \n\nHe earned his nickname while working as a pilot and being able to pilot the ship into he perfect position of behind the target, within their “blindside” of sensors. \n\n<<back>>

Yet, the day before you were to leave on your next raid, you felt it alright. Or rather, you woke up feeling something rather intensely. And that feeling was your own fingers frantically rubbing your clit to stimulate you. You tried to stop your fingers from moving and even tried to remove your hand from your crotch, but it didn’t do anything for you. The only thing that it did was put both of your hands too close to your vagina and while one hand fingered your clit, the other hand started to drive a finger inside of you. \n[img[z/s.gif]]\nYou cried out in pleasure as you finally got an orgasm. If you had stopped trying to fight yourself when you realized what was going on when you woke up, it would have been over sooner. But no matter how much you enjoyed the wonderful sensation that ran through your body after climaxing so early in the morning, it bothered you that for a few minutes you had no control over your body. Or rather you had no control over Eve’s body. And that was something that had to be worked out between the two of you. If she took control while you were piloting [[the ship it could be disastrous]]. \n

It was strange drifting in space, waiting on Scott to fix the strut of the landing gear before you make an attempt to land the ship. This close to your “home planet” with the crew and you didn’t want to leave the ship at all. You had wanted to get over killing the young boy on your first raiding party, but your crew refused to let the matter drop. You were asked multiple times what it was like for your first time, and each time you regretted saying that it “was not bad”, hoping that they would leave it alone. \n\n“All hands, prepare for landing.” The captain’s voice rang out over the overhead speakers. \n\nYou slowly made your way back to the bridge, knowing that nobody was going to land the ship but you, so it didn’t matter if you ran or walked, or crawled on your stomach for that matter. For one brief moment, you felt the weight of everyone’s lives on your shoulders and it actually made you feel better to know that this crew trusted you enough not to make any comments or “suggestions” as you went to the bridge. \n\nBut you weren’t stupid. Just because Scott told the captain that things were repaired didn’t mean that you had to believe it. You quickly adjusted the small headgear and keyed the mic to talk to Scott in the engine room. \n\n“Is that strut fixed?” You ask him. \n\n“Yeah, honey.” He replies. “It was a simple job. One of the connections gave out, no big deal. I don’t have a back up for it at the moment, but you have a brand new one connected now. Should be good for years. I’ll pick [[up a couple more on the]] lay-over.”

You turned to make your way down the hall to your room and only stopped when you almost walked into the captain. He was standing in the hall with his arms across his chest and a huge scowl on his face. You knew immediately that you had ruined a family reunion as a surprise for Kelly. Not only ruined the reunion itself but probably ruined the family. You found yourself being punished to spend the last two days of the trip in your hiber-bed and not being seen or heard from until you were in the port. And even then, the punishment didn’t stop. You woke up and found that you only had one set of clothes to wear. The rest of them had been packed into a bag that was on the floor by the door with a small hand-written note telling you to not even stop to say goodbye on your way off the ship.\n<<set $impress = "capable but needs to be supervised">>\nIt was a completely unceremonious way of being kicked off the crew. Not just kicked off the crew, but kicked off the ship as well. You didn’t even get a chance to see the captain and discuss your wages for the trip. You had at least worked as part of the crew and that earned you the right to have crew wages. But nobody was talking to you and the two people you saw on your way to the gangplank both turned and walked away from you without saying a word. You checked with the port authority, just in case the captain had credited your wages to the ship to be claimed. Only to be informed that there was nobody on the crew by your name. \n<<set $trust = "doubt they can">> <<set $man -= 10>>\nIt took you at least another two weeks to finally be able to find another captain that would take you as part of his crew. You had to slightly alter your background after the last captain turned you down. You no longer tried to focus on the experience you had from your first ship, but focused more on having to leave because you just couldn’t fit in with the old crew. There were too many conflicts of personalities involved. You didn’t have a problem with them just that you couldn’t get along with them either. \n<<set $expect = "cute but socially awkward">> <<set $woman += 10>>\nYour new captain was reluctant to take you on, but he was also willing to accept you as a second-class technician. Or rather, he was willing to take you on as long as he was able to pay you less than he would have to pay the other applicants for the position. But at least you were on another ship again and ready to take off. The cabin was about the same size and the hiber-bed was just as uncomfortable as your old one. But at least you were sure to be getting paid for this trip, [[even as you slept while]] the ship took off.

Being part of a smuggler crew was strange. It wasn’t like you had pictured in your mind when you thought of smugglers. You pictured people who would be willing to cut each other’s throats at the slightest provocation and be just as quick to sell their crewmembers to the cops as they were to sell their own mothers for a profit. \n\nBut it wasn’t like that aboard the Jack of Pride. Everyone on the ship actually loved each other in a strange way. They worked together like a well oiled machine, each part knowing exactly what to expect from the other parts and knowing what was expected of themselves. More than once you had a friendly and lighthearted conversation as you helped with stripping out a piece of machinery and breaking it down to repair it. You actually learned a fair amount of information about how the ship operated by knowing the ins and outs of individual parts. \n\nYet, despite the learning and the way that the crew helped you, there was no doubt that there was something that was getting in the way of really being “friends” with anyone. The only person who actually took the time to make you feel better was Kelly. But you couldn’t forget what it had been like the first time that you met her and it was a problem that you simply couldn’t ignore. You just had to confront her about it and you found yourself asking her “why” in your mind, only it had exited your [[mouth before you]] could stop yourself.

What had simply started off as trying to have a bit of fun and tease each other after a hard day of working quickly took a drastic turn. You had just finished washing his back for him and turned around to have him wash your back. But when his hands reached your shoulders, you felt just a bit of pressure and couldn’t resist the urge to bend over, knowing full well what was about to happen. Sure enough, you felt his hard cock sliding inside of your vagina from behind you. \n[img[z/u.gif]]\nYou felt your body being rocked by his powerful thrusting into you. And despite the pain you felt from having his cock inside your vagina, you were deeply satisfied to feel it as well. You had been noticing him more and more as a male the last few days and despite the fact that you should not be feeling that way about another man, you had started to get interested in knowing what it would have been [[like to have him]] inside of you. \n\n

You had never really thought of yourself as someone who could be turned ‘cock-crazy’ by a bunch of men. So many different dicks at so many different angles should have driven you mad with anger and resentment. But it didn’t, it actually turned you on. Or rather, following Eve’s advice and letting yourself be carried away by the feeling you got from her enjoyment of what was going on turned you on. You were actually somewhat disappointed when without the slightest warning, the man who you only knew as ‘Barry’ suddenly called for a stop to the whole thing. \n\n“Okay, get ready.” Kris whispers. “Fun time is over.” \n\n“What?” You whisper back.\n\n“You’ll see.” She whispers back. “Now they are going to cum all over us.” \n\n“Okay, Eve.” Barry suddenly says. “We will do you first. A few individual close-ups, then a couple of Kris. Then we’ll do the two of you together.” \n\nYou barely had the time to realize just what the hell they both meant when the camera that was being used was brought within about a foot or two of your face for a quick close-up. Then, just as suddenly as the men had stepped aside, they reappeared next to you, one quickly putting his hand on your head to turn you to look in his direction. Instantly you did what you had been doing the last few [[minutes and started to suck on]] his cock without really thinking about it. \n\n

-----------------\n“Well?” You tell Eve one night during your sleep. “I guess that Tracy sees the puppy as the only thing in the universe that really loves her. No matter what she has to do with a man, or because she is a slave, or if she was smart or dumb. The puppy simply doesn’t care. All it knows is pure love, and even if it can’t speak to her and tell her that she loves Tracy, she can still wag her tail or whimper when Tracy isn’t close by.” \n\n<<pink>> “Yeah, but still.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>> “Doesn’t that kind of bother you? I mean, okay, you have a point and all. But isn’t it a little more important that Tracy has some kind of human connection with someone? I mean, look at the way that she acts around us? For the most part, she seems to be concerned about how we are feeling and will be more comfortable around us than anyone else. Hell, you hear the way she talks to that damn dog. She doesn’t even speak to us the same way. Shit, for that matter she has a hard time looking us in the eye to talk to us unless we tell her to.” <</pink>>\n\n“But you don’t get it, do you?” You ask Eve. “I mean, you just don’t get it.”\n\n<<pink>>“Get what?”<</pink>> Eve asks. \n\n“Look.” You explain. “Tracy has had everything taken away from her. Her home, her family, her friends, her freedom. Hell, even the guy who she thought of as her boyfriend was killed in front of her eyes. For Tracy, having a human being around just doesn’t mean jack-shit to her. It’s only a matter of time before that person is stolen or killed. Oh sure, she likes having us around to look over her. But as far as she is concerned, it’s only a matter of time before someone will order us to go away, or worse we get killed. So, she closes that part off to protect herself from [[being hurt and rejected yet again]].”

The first shot had been short, but the second shot had been a direct hit. The other vehicle either didn’t know about, or didn’t care about, the drugged victims that were onboard; they simply shot and destroyed the vehicle before anyone could respond. \n\n“Eve!” Cathy calls out as she starts to drag you around the corner of a house. “Eve!” \n\nYou tried to answer, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t feel anything below your shoulders and you were having a hard time breathing. You tried to ask her what had happened; only you couldn’t make any sound at all. All you could do was look up at her with a puzzled look on your face as you wondered what had just happened. It wasn’t until she stopped dragging you around the corner and pulled away her [[hands coated in a thick]] layer of blood that you looked down at your own body.

You let out a scream of your own when you felt his cock being shoved inside of your vagina without the slightest hesitation. \n[img[z/r.JPG]]\nThe pain that you felt from being penetrated so roughly was nothing compared to the pain you felt as he landed a punch against your face. Again and again he alternated between punching your [[face and thrusting his]] cock into you. \n

But you did taste something that was a little salty but not nearly as salty as you were told it was. It was just a hint of salt and actually kind of sweet in a way. It took you a few seconds to think about it, and you realized that you were able to taste the precum seeping from the slit of his cock and onto your tongue. Why you enjoyed it so much you don’t really know, but it was much better tasting than you were led to belief. It didn’t make you want to do anything with the guy but it was a curious fact to know about him. \n[img[z/c.JPG]]\nYou could hear him breathing heavy and you could feel the way that he was tensing up. You knew that he was enjoying what you were doing, even though you wouldn’t have been satisfied at all if it was you having his cock sucked. But apparently he was happy with what you were doing. You knew that it was only a matter of time before he would start to have a climax and you were not going to let him cum in your mouth no matter what. You slip your lips off of his cock and turn your head to avoid looking at it as you used your hand. \n<<set $man -= 5>> <<set $woman += 5>>\nThankfully you were close enough to his limits that a few strokes of your fingers was all that it took to get him off. He clearly was too “into it” to notice that you weren’t sucking his dick anymore or that you had turned your face away from his cock as he came. But you had done it. You had successfully put his dick in your mouth and had gotten him off. He would be “happy for now” and let you sleep, and that was all that mattered until you could figure out what to do. It wasn’t going to last long, but at least you were able to get some [[sleep for once]].

“So, what do I do?” You ask her. “I mean, you keep twisting my arm about getting a list of regular customers, and the first one that I can get turns out to be someone who isn’t going to pay for it. Just how the fuck am I supposed to handle that sort of thing?” \n\n“I don’t really know how to make it sound like a good thing.” She says. “I mean, from a purely financial situation it sucks. I know. Trust me, I know. Look, just between you and me, there are a lot of times when a working girl has to work for free.” \n\n“Do you?” You ask her. \n\nThere is a rather long and somewhat uncomfortable pause. You should have known better than to ask her flat out about what sort of arrangements she has made over the years. But there was no denying the fact that someone in Amanda’s position has made a few deals on the side that involved a bit of sexual favors for something other than money. But while she paused and thought about it for a few seconds, letting the fact that she clearly has had to do a few “side offers” over the years, she still shocks you by giving you a bit of information that you’ve [[been missing since you met her]]. \n\n

Go to the club, have a few drinks with Lucy and Becky and get to know them better. Hang out and talk like a bunch of girls having a girls' night out. Have a good time and enjoy the music and dancing. Oh sure, absolutely wonderful idea, wasn’t it?\n[img[z/38.JPG]]\nWell, it was if your intentions for the evening were to go to the bar with your two shipmates while dressed and acting like a complete slut. No sooner than sitting down at the small table in the club, Becky and Lucy started to size up every man in the bar as a potential target. And they basically forced you to do the same thing as they pointed out one man or the other for you to [[look at and tell them what you]] thought about him. \n\n

--------------------------------\n<<pink>>“You son a bitch! Let me out.”<</pink>> A voice calls out in the back of your head. <<pink>>“Help, I’m being held prisoner. Let me out. I don’t want you here. Get out of my head and out of my body. Help! Someone help me! Oh god, mom, help! Police! Help me! Help! HELP!” <</pink>>\n------------------------------\n\nThe pod started to hiss and the door [[slowly swung open]]. \n\n

And the room was filled with a new sound as Vicky started to beat you. It wasn’t the sound of the items moving through the air, or the odd way that the gag in you mouth altered the sounds you made from whistles to hums or even the sounds of Vicky grunting from using her full force and not holding back at all. It was the way that Vicky was talking that made things so much worse than they already were. \n[img[z/21.gif]]\n“Yes, you bad girl.” Vicky says as she continues to spank you with various items. “This is for being such a cumslut. You dirty whore. You fucking bitch. I know it was you that got me in trouble. This is for being such a bitch. This is for thinking you are better than me. This is for being such a cunt. This is for stealing money. This is for being such a brad. [[This is for being a liar]].” \n\n

“Cumslut!” Jason calls out. \n\nYou instantly leave the side of the bed and walk back over to the other side of the room. You had not meant to linger next to the bed as long as you did, but seeing Hilda in such a venerable position had kept you from being willing to move. It wasn’t until he called out to you that you even realized that he had left the bed and walked across the room himself. \n\n“Take this, and this, and this.” He says as he hands you three different types of whips to use. “Pick one that you think will hurt the most and use it on her cunt until she cums.” \n\n“Sir?” You ask in shock. \n\n“You heard me.” He says. “Do it.” \n\n“But sir?” You ask. “If I do that, wouldn’t that, well, you know. Damage her privates and make master mad at you?” \n\n“What?” He asks as he actually laughs. “What the fuck are you talking about? Hell no. You think Brad gives a shit about your fucking cunts. Just go over there and spank the fuck out of her twat until she cums. Now, do it. [[And give me those]].” \n\n

“Maybe we can work something out in the future.” You tell her. “Maybe use it to kind of get me started, and then join the party when it’s getting intense? I don’t know, something.” \n\n<<pink>>“James, you dirty old pervert.”<</pink>> Eve says as she starts to laugh uncontrollably in your mind. <<pink>>“You are just saying that so you can think of it as some perverted form of a threesome with you and me.”<</pink>> \n<<set $bj += 1>> <<set $swal += 1>> <<set $fuk += 1>>\n As odd as it sounded, that was really the idea that you were going for. That with a bit of mental manipulation on Eve’s part, it could feel like having a threesome with your old body and her body. It wasn’t really something you could explain, but that was the general sense of what you were getting at. And while you were thankful that nobody saw you returning to the ship, you were glad [[that you showed up ten minutes early just]] to take a quick shower before reporting for our shift at the controls. \n----------------------

“Look, maybe we can find a way to let you take control of the body from time to time.” You tell her. “I’m not promising anything. But we’ll start looking into it. And I promise, if we can find a way to get me out of your body without having to kill you, then we’ll do it. But I’m kind of disappointed to hear you say something like that. I mean, I know it’s really been hard on you since the graft happened. But, well, I’m kind of glad you are here. It’s not perfect, I admit that. But there are times that having you around to talk to has kind of been the high point of my day. I know that it’s kind of kept me from freaking out a few times.” \n\n<<pink>>“Well, it isn’t always fun for me. Especially when you start to get all self-righteous about things.”<</pink>> Eve replies. <<pink>>“Look, I appreciate the offer to look into things. That makes me feel better. But if you really want to help me out? Well, would it really hurt to sometimes just let me have a big breakfast or maybe kick back with a comedy or a good book to read?”<</pink>>\n\n“Okay, I guess I could stop being so overbearing.” You tell her. “If nothing else, just let me know when I’m being unfair and we can make a compromise or something. Who knows, maybe if you promise not to go too crazy, I can just keep my [[mouth shut and try to have more]] fun.” \n\n

And yet, despite the fear and intimidation you got from the ship on the outside, it wasn’t like that at all on the inside. Your crew almost accepted you from the second you stepped onto the gangplank. There was no need to “test” you; you had a tour under your belt. Nobody felt the need to question your ability to do the job, you had several confirmed kills to your credit. And nobody had to ask about your ability to do the job you were assigned to do, because the Captain and your chief engineer had both known Dave and knew that he would have trained you properly. The only thing that you had to prove to anyone was your ability to live up to your new nickname of “Blood soaked”, or occasionally “Bloody Eve”. Other than that, you were a part of the crew even before you got onboard. \n\nBut there were still a few days of getting to know new names, new faces and a new design. It wasn’t a completely “seamless” meshing into the crew. There were still a lot of unknowns to deal with. But at least you had the reputation and the confidence to keep it from being a complete disaster. You did have a bit of a personality clash with your new boss, Irene “Thumper” Carter, but only because you were a bit shocked that the engine compartment was being crewed by two females. As sexist as it sounds, most crews had at least one male in the engine compartment in charge. But not this one. \n\nAnd while Irene knew her business and felt comfortable with working with you, she made it clear from the start that she was the “boss”. But not in a mean or cruel way, but more of a “stick with me” sort of way. It was strange to actually have someone with a real personality in the engine room with you after Dave. As much as you learned under his watchful eye, he was a bit of a stick in the mud. Irene however had a flair for life, and apparently no shortage of stories about her sexual adventures to pass the time. For someone who looked like she was a lesbian, she apparently handled [[more dicks than an urologist]].

How can you even try to explain your first blowjob? Failure wasn’t exactly accurate because you knew what you were supposed to do, and you tried to do what you remembered felt good to you as a man. But that was how you were thinking about it. How you were physically reacting to the whole thing was something completely different. So different in fact that you were pretty sure that if he had told anyone about what it was like for you to suck on his cock you would never have another customer.\n<<set $uare = "not a virgin">> <<set $oral = "lackluster">>\nYou gagged, not just once, but almost constantly. You barely got two inches of his cock into your mouth before you felt like hurling. You had to repeatedly stop, get your breathing back under control and try again. It was possibly the worst blowjob ever as you would only be able to go about 20-30 seconds at most before you had to stop and recover. How you ever actually got him off you don’t really know, but you suspect that it had more to do with him jerking his cock as you “tried” to use your mouth. \n[img[z/m.gif]]\nAnd “tried” was the right word for it. As soon as you tasted the first blast of cum in your mouth, you instantly pulled off of him, turned your head and coughed the mass out of your mouth and actually held your hand up so that you could try to stop his cum from landing on you. It was by far the most “unpleasant” climax that you could give a guy while sucking on his cock, and it showed on his face as well as the money that he left behind while you were [[crying about the cum on]] your face.

Your small little vehicle lunged forward and started to make a sharp left turn away from the armored transport barreling down on your position. You saw the turret of the vehicle fire a round as your own plasma-gatling-gun started to turn on and spin. You watched the spot you used to be in turn into a fireball and grinned for the first time since you sensed that something was wrong. \n[img[z/zag.JPG]]\nThey were using an incendiary device, hoping to catch you and your equipment on fire as soon as possible. But a weapon like that was generally short ranged and took several minutes to switch out barrels and ammunition. Something you didn’t have to worry about at the moment as the indicator on you display finally started to flash green, meaning that you were able to return fire now that the turbines were spinning the [[barrels at the proper speed]]. \n\n

Again, Eve ended up giving you a lot more to think about than you had really wanted to think about. And as always, when she presented you with some kind of mental exercise to work out, she seemed to be off doing her own thing and was difficult to connect with to help you figure out the way you really felt about something. It was something you were starting to get used to, but not enough to say it didn’t annoy the hell out of you. There really were times that you wished that Eve was a living person, if for no other reason than to just sit her down and keep her from walking away from a conversation. \n<<set $opt = "wrong1">>\nThe ride back to the Red Rabbit was a silent one. Nobody really wanted to talk about the movie that you had just made together; at least you knew that you didn’t want to talk about it. There wasn’t really a rule against showing customers vids while in your room while you were working, but you knew that a few of the girls did sometimes show their vids in order to earn a bit more because they were ‘porn-stars’. Something that you didn’t feel all that comfortable with [[trying to do with your own copy]], seeing what the content was about.

Only you had absolutely no idea how to do it. You could try the old fashioned approach of simply walking up to her and telling her you were sorry about what happened. But if you did that, what would her reaction be? Would she confuse your apology for meaning you were sorry about the physical aspect, or would she understand that you had simply misread the situation and acted inappropriately? \n\nAnd what if she just flat out refused to accept your apology all together? Then what? You couldn’t just go about your daily routine and still work with her when something needed to be fixed as if nothing was wrong and everything was fine between the two of you. That lingering feeling of mistrust would never go away and she would be impossible to work with after not at least considering your apology. \n\nYou had to do something more than simply say you were sorry, you actually had to show her that you meant it in some way. And that wasn’t going to be easy to do out in the middle of space. It wasn’t like you could just run off to the store; buy her a bunch of flowers and expensive jewels. But then again, even if you were in the largest city in the universe, that idea wouldn’t work because that was what guys did to apologized to girls, not [[what girls did for each other]]. \n\n

And that was your real mistake all along. What you thought of as a simple friendly offer to help a girl in need turned into a nightmare almost right away. As soon as you got in the vehicle, the two other men who you hadn’t seen started to give you a hard time about being on your own and all alone. The driver just smiled and kept his eyes on the road in front of him as his two friends continued to harass you and make rather rude comments. When the driver made a sharp left hand turn and started to head away from the port instead of to it, you realized that you were in serious trouble. \n\nIt wasn’t hard for the three men to manhandle you and take you out of the vehicle and inside of the house. You had no idea of where you were, or who the house belonged to, but you had other things on your mind as you tried to fight off the three men. But of course, you were simply outnumbered and unable to do anything to keep them away from you. The way they grabbed your breasts and ass told you exactly what they had in mind and you didn’t know what to do about it as you tried to fight for the first few seconds. Right up to the point where someone punched you in the stomach and folded you over like a cheap paper bag. \n\nWhile you were trying to get air back into your lungs from the punch, you felt your bikini being removed from you. You also felt the hands that grabbed your arms and legs as they carried you into a bedroom and roughly tossed you onto a bed. It was only mere seconds after landing on the bed before you were rolled over from your side onto your back as someone held your arms above your head and someone else held your ankles as the third man pulled down his underwear and exposed his hard cock just long enough for you to see it before [[shoving it into your pussy without warning]].

[[You]]\n\n[[Stats]]\n\n[[Orion Confederacy]] \n\n[[United Peoples Republic]]\n\n[[Free Peoples Conglomerate]]\n\n[[Freed States of Alpha]] \n\n[[Crew or Team or Friends]]\n

One by one, the men would walk over to you, make some sort of adjustment as far as your legs or positioning on the couch and proceed to slam his cock into you as hard and fast as he could. There was no doubt in your mind that you were going to be sore in the morning, you were already feeling slightly bruised as it was, and you still had another six men to go. You knew that it was going to be a long and painful day, and hoped that maybe at some point someone would tell you and Shawn to change places. As the fifth man in line pulled out of your vagina and started to cover your stomach with even more cum, you were hoping to be asked to suck someone’s dick just to give your vagina a break from the abuse it was taking. \n[img[z/45.gif]]\nIt wasn’t until after the seventh man in line had pounded your pussy and came on your stomach that you actually got a break. If you could call it that at all, as the ‘director’ of the vid suddenly decided that it was time for the grand finale of the movie he was making. Without giving you much time to recover, or to try to get cleaned off, you were helped by Shawn onto a small bed as the last three men ‘in line’ were treated to more blowjobs as they waited for the director to finish filming the ‘close-ups’ [[of your reddish and puffy vagina from]] the number of cocks slammed inside of you. \n\n

But your training kicked in before your thinking did. Since they were firing where they assumed you were, you were going to fire from where they weren’t expecting you to be at all. With one hand you shoved the barrel of your gun around the corner and started to fire your own bursts of shots down the corridor without aiming or seeing what you were shooting at. You had no real expectations of hitting anyone; you simply wanted them to be the ones to duck for a change. \n\nThe battle, if that was really what you would call it took an odd turn when you blindly fired your weapon down the hallway back at the pirates. They clearly did not expect anyone to fire a weapon near their feet, and while you didn’t hear anyone screaming from being hit by your shots, you did get a nice ‘what the fuck’ in response to your attempts to shoot at them. Nobody, no matter how many firefights they have been in, expects the floor to be the one that starts shooting at you, it was simply unheard of. \n\nBut that was the benefit of training, at least as far as your old instructors were concerned. There was no ‘honor’ in combat. People who tried to fight ‘with honor’ were normally the ones who were shot and killed in the first two seconds of a fight because their ‘honor’ got in the way of their survival. As far as your instructors and training was concerned, the only ‘honor’ in combat was the honor of being alive after it was over. Cheating, dirty tricks, cheap tactics, unsportsmanlike conduct, illegal use of the hands, foul, and down right double dealings were completely useful to you. In fact, the cheaper and dirtier the trick you used, the more likely you were to walk away without being wounded or killed. So of course, you did the complete opposite of what someone in your position would have done, or at least you did the [[exact opposite of what anyone had]] expected you to do.

Only being fucked in the ass by someone with Brad’s size wasn’t really easy for you no matter how much lubrication and dulled senses you had. He was simply too thick around for your tight asshole to adapt to. And while the lubrication had allowed him to slide into your asshole easier, it did nothing to prevent you from feeling the opening of your anus squeezing his cock too tight. You could feel your tight asshole gently tugging inward or outward depending on the way the shaft of his dick was moving. \n[img[z/5.gif]]\nAnd while you didn’t feel the pain of being stretched about half an inch inside of you, the sensation was completely different. At least with your actual opening you could understand the discomfort involved. But it was the fast pace that caused his hard dick to feel like it was shoved into you far too deep. And it was also the way that his hard dick simply had no give to it that forced your insides open more than nature had designed them to be. And as far as the rounded head of his cock? Well, there was no other word for it other than feeling like a plunger that felt like it was trying to force your asshole to [[turn inside out with each thrust]] of his hips. \n\n

The firefight was intense, but rather brief. You figure that at least eight of the bodies were your kills while the other five were Rick’s. There was one guy, who had been screaming in pain a few seconds ago, but he was now silent and you weren’t sure if he was dead or simply passed out. But there was nothing going on in the hallway and you waited for a second wave that never came. \n\n“Ship is secure.” You get over your headset.\n\nYou go to check on the man that was screaming earlier, and find him dead in the hallway. You were a little disappointed at that fact, not because he was dead, but because that actually gave Rick a confirmed six kills. You started to secure your weapon when the captain’s voice came over your headset again. \n\n“Eve?” He calls out. \n\n“Yeah?” You ask him through your mic. \n\n“I need you to head up to the bridge.” He says, but doesn’t give a reason. \n\n“On my way.” You tell him. “Uh, what about Rick? He’s going to need a hand back here.” \n\n“Don’t worry about it. I’ll send a few people that way.” He says. “So watch your fire, I don’t want to hear [[about you killing a friendly]].”

You simply kept your forehead against his chest and tried not to scream out. It was obvious to everyone that you were struggling to adjust to the pain and when he lifted your head up to look at him, you noticed your vision was a bit blurry. It wasn’t until he actually wiped the tear from your cheek that you realized you had actually cried from the pain. \n[img[z/zbt.JPG]]\nBut you saw the memory of Kelly’s smile flash across your eyes, and the joy she felt that you were willing to do this sort of thing to win back her friendship. It did not help at all with the pain you felt, but it at least did remind you of why you were doing it and what you were supposed to do. You found yourself grunting and gasping from the pain, and yet still moving your thighs and hips up and down as you slowly [[but steadily started to ride]] his cock. \n\n

The next few days were a little bit of a blur for you. Not because of the head trauma from the impact against the wall from the explosion, but because of how screwed up your schedule became due to that impact. Jake was the only one who really complained, but that was because he had to pull double shifts on the reactors with the captain’s help as Becky had placed you on ‘medical leave’ while you healed. But you also had your hiber-bed set on maximum, which meant that each time you used it, you were asleep for at least 4 days at a time, which meant that you spent most of the trip to the next port asleep in your bed without really feeling the days going by. But you had made it to the port with you cargo intact and everyone healthy after you recovered. \n<<set $smug = "pocket change">>\nYou didn’t know just how much that pirate attack had made you a real ‘part of the crew’ for everyone until the captain took everyone out for a rare celebration meal for a safe trip. It was the first time that you really felt like you ‘belonged’ after signing up with the crew and you knew that you had finally found a ‘home’ after all. Of course, it was a home that was only going to be a short term home. But at least it was a step in the right direction as far as getting back home to your commanding officials. And to top it all off, the captain made a promise that he [[would never call you a babe again]].

You looked back up again, only this time it was Eve’s face looking back down at you as she was the male in the situation. She held the back of your head, not forcing you down, just keeping you from being able to move away from her as she continued to unload massive spurts of cum over and over again. \n<<set $man = 75>> <<set $woman = 25>> \n<<pink>>“Suck it bitch.”<</pink>> She orders you. \n<<set $shoot = "somewhat trained">>\nYou obey, not even able to offer the slightest resistance as she continued to cum more than any male could ever be able to cum. \n<<set $impress = "serious and determined">> \n<<pink>>“Swallow it all, you slut. I’m going to make you swallow as much cum as you made a female swallow. Come on, Jim-dear, that’s 40 plus years of having your dick sucked off. Just how many [[gallons of cum is that]]?” <</pink>>\n\n

-------------\nEve was completely merciless as you took a shower to get cleaned up. She constantly buzzed around in your head like an angry bee teasing you for the way you had acted. The fact that you had been able to see yourself as Joe for a quick second only confirmed her suspicions that you were possibly gay or bisexual. You knew that no matter how much you protested at this point, that it was only going to fuel her teasing. The sad thing is, for the first time you were actually asking yourself if maybe she had been right all along. \n\n“Eve?” You finally ask her as you dried off. “You say that I might be gay, and I really don’t know. But, for just a moment, can you stop picking on me about it and answer a simple question?” \n\n<<pink>>“Uh, yeah, I guess.”<</pink>> She replies, even though you can still hear the mirth in her voice. <<pink>>“What is it?”<</pink>>\n\n“Well, I’m not saying you are right or wrong. But is it my imagination, or is it a little more fun at work than it was on the set?” You ask. “I mean, I don’t know why, but I kind of assumed that being with [[a porn-star would make things]], well, more enjoyable, not less.” \n\n

You are the pilot of a Slave-ship, or slave-trader vehicle. \n<<if $trader eq "rook">>\nYou are still thought of as a rook, or rookie. Despite the fact that you have a proven record of at least one tour under your belt, you have yet to really prove yourself to this particular crew. You are still a “nobody” and as such, not many people really give your opinions that much weight. The only thing going for you is the fact that you are the pilot, which means that you have an important position on the ship while on duty. Off duty is something different. \n<<endif>>\n<<if $trader eq "whip">>\nYou have proven yourself to be capable and trustworthy. You have an increased status on the ship as “one of the crew” or at least “one of us”. You have also been able to last long enough to earn the right to “whip” the slaves into the stasis pods. This doesn’t actually mean using a real whip, just being able to help the medical officer with removing slaves from pods for their physicals and then placing them back into the pods when the physical is over with. \n<<endif>>\n<<if $trader eq "head hunter">>\nYou are an experienced slave trader with a keen eye for the type of slaves that will bring top dollar at the auction house. Most of your captured slaves, or “tagged and bagged targets” have qualities that are highly sought after. It may range from age, to physical build, to simply bringing in more of one gender or the other. The ironic part of all of this is the fact that you have no idea what sort of slave is in demand when you go on raids. \n<<endif>>\n<<if $trader eq "diehard">>\nYou have moved up on the ship and included in discussing targets and potential planets to approach. You have also been stopped or attacked by at least three patrols and been able to successfully avoid capture. For some reason that you never really understood, this is actually seen as a more influential reputation, but also as a bad thing for the ship itself. The only thing that makes sense is that you have “used up all the good luck” to avoid being captured. \n<<endif>>\n<<if $trader eq "boss man">>\nYou are qualified to not only captain a ship, but to form your own crew. All you need at this point is to find a backer to fund your first few raids until you have enough money to support your crew and ship. This is a difficult position as a lot of “boss men”, or “boss women” end up failing miserably and due to stress or financial pressures end up making bad decisions, often resulting in capture or death. \n<<endif>>\n<<back>>

--------------\n<<pink>>“Okay, now what?”<</pink>> Eve asks. \n\nYou couldn’t help but chuckle as you got the flashback of the last time a young girl had asked the exact same question to you as a man. She had been about four years older than Eve was, but she didn’t have nearly the same figure as Eve had. In fact, the last woman you had fucked in the ass while being a man was a bit overweight and not at all what you would have called really attractive. But you had been sleeping with her in order to help build up your ‘history’ of being a virile young man who just hadn’t settled down with a wife yet. And ironically, you told Eve the exact same thing you told the girl whose name you couldn’t recall at the moment. \n\n“Just relax, honey.” You say as softly as possible. “It might hurt a little. But only at first. A little bit at a time to let you get used to it. Just remember, stay as calm as possible and let the lube do most of the work. It should slide in with a little bit of force, but once it is inside, you will enjoy it.” \n\n<<pink>>“Are you sure?”<</pink>> Eve asks, clearly curious but extremely frightened. <<pink>>“I mean, you know what you doing, right?”<</pink>>\n\n“Trust me.” You tell her, just like you had done with the [[other girl in your past]]. “I’ve done this before.”\n-------------------------\n\n

But there was still that side of you that wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like you were really all that important to the crew. You had a bit of a “taking pity on you” vibe from everyone. Clearly they were aware of what had happened on your last ship. It was probably why everyone was trying to be so nice to you. But there was still that lingering doubt in everyone’s minds. You had a reputation by now, but that could have been inflated or slightly embellished to get you onboard. They wouldn’t know if it was a “real thing” or not until you were tested under fire. And that was going to take some time as the ship was still making preparations for the next tour. \n\nBut say what you will about the crew having doubts about what you were like in action. The ship itself was wonderful. And the new hiber-bed you were sleeping on was [[bigger and softer than your old one]]. \n\n

You don’t know if the efforts you made to spend more time in the engine room was so that you could avoid the captain as much as possible, or to actually learn something for once. Your original agreement with the captain to learn how to pilot the ship had never materialized. Oh, you were allowed to watch the pilot as he took off from the planet, but that was it. Once you were actually off the planet and into space, you were ordered from the bridge and never been allowed to go back to it. Your time had been restricted to doing menial work, or to please the captain in some way or the other. That was it. \n\nBut after what happened at the table, being forced to suck his dick as the rest of the crew ate? Well, that was the final straw. You shifted your schedule to the point that you were in your hiber-bed while the captain was awake and only awake when he was in his own. It was a constant struggle to keep him away from you, but between alternating sleeping and being required to spend the majority of his time on the bridge, it was possible to do. \n\nYet, hanging around the engine room was not going to be unnoticed. Not by the crew and especially not by the captain. Once word got out that you were hanging out more and more around the engines, things on the ship had turned ugly between the captain and the crew. There was no trust among anyone anymore, if there ever really was any. And while you knew that your lack of attention on the captain was only a part of the problem, it was the one that was brought up the most when you [[heard about the captain complaining]].

It also helped that you were part of a “50/50” crew, meaning that the number of males to females was perfectly balanced. It also helped that the other females on the ship were actually friendly and helpful when you asked for assistance. There was no doubt that they were as happy to have another female aboard the ship as you were to know that you weren’t the only female onboard. \n<<set $ctc = "smug">> <<set $smug = "babe">>\nBut it really wasn’t the females that caught your eyes so much as the males. You had never really thought of males as being attractive. Or at least when you used to be a male you never thought of another male that way before. But this time? Well, there was no denying the fact that the three younger males were simply amazing to look at. Young, attractive, and well built. There was no denying that they were “impressive looking”, but their real appeal was their personalities. The three of them were just different enough to really stand out from each other, but close enough at times that you got the odd feeling of “brotherhood” among them that would have carried over into any sort of profession. \n<<set $smugresult = "wrong kelly">>\nYet, the one male that you were impressed with the most was the captain himself. Older, more seasoned, really knew his business, and didn’t appear to be the least bit interested in you sexually. Or rather, maybe he was interested in you sexually, but he wasn’t going to let his own personal feelings get in the way of running an effective ship. You knew, from the idle chit-chat, that he was happy to let the crew fool around if they wanted to. And in the vast loneliness of space, wanting to fool around happened more often than people want to admit. But as much fun as you might have with someone, do not do it while on shift and don’t let [[it interfere with ship business]].

Right from the start you knew that the party was going to be a big mistake. Well, that wasn’t entirely true; the party was going to be a big success. But it was a mistake trying to pair Vicky with Tracy as a pair of sisters, and you and Hilda as a ‘ying-yang’ combination of opposites. Without a doubt, Vicky’s dominating personality was going to make things really difficult for Tracy, but her experience with this sort of ‘big party’ could help reduce the number of missteps that Tracy would have made on her own. \n\nBut putting you and Hilda together as a team caused all sorts of problems from the start. Outside of a couple of inches in height, the two of you didn’t really share anything in common as far as your bodies were concerned. You were a rather busty DD, and Hilda was a petite B-cup. You had dark hair, and she was a natural blonde. You had a healthy and athletic sort of build; she had a healthy and more of a ballerina sort of frame. And those differences would normally be overlooked with normal clothes, but stood out in contrast when you were both wearing nothing but a g-string to meet people. \n\nThen again, maybe that was really the whole idea all along. To put the two of you together as a pair of ‘options’ to pick from. That with all the differences in your figures giving the guest you were assigned to entertain a choice between the ‘busty sort’ and the ‘petite sort’. Or maybe it was planned that the impact of bringing all four of you into the party at the same time kind of had a ‘rainbow’ effect as your figures were all slightly different as well as hair colors. And with Vicky’s hair being dyed red for the evening, maybe the look of having a ‘girl for all sorts’ vibe when you [[entered the party did have]] an impact on some people.

Not to mention that when you were called out of the engine compartment to fix something he would actually offer a hand and sit silently as you worked letting you learn on your own how to make a repair. Even better, when you did finish a repair of something, he never bothered to even look it over, taking your word for it no matter what anyone else said, even getting between you and the captain if a repair had to be done a second time because of some error on your part. As long as you were outside of the main doors to the engine compartment, he was a great guy to be around. But as soon as those doors shut and he was ‘on duty’ in the engine compartment, you couldn’t stand to be anywhere near him. \n\nOf course, this was completely offset by everyone else on the ship. Lucy and Becky were clearly really good friends both on the ship and off the ship. They would be sitting at the table for a meal and completely ignoring their food as they joked around with each other or gossiped like two little school girls about the last port of call they had been in. And the navigator was one of those rare people who simply enjoyed space travel more than living on a planet and had decades of experience to pass on as far as how to handle yourself in zero gravity or the best way to set the hiber-beds to get a better sleep than you normally would. \n\nAnd while the captain did demand that the ship be run as effectively as possible, he gave his ‘department heads’ a free reign as far as how to do their jobs. Oh, he would easily step in and make a ‘small suggestion’ from time to time, but he would never completely countermand an order. Granted, even his ‘small suggestions’ were followed like a direct order, it was the way that he gave those [[suggestions instead of orders that]] made the real difference.

You couldn’t help but wonder how someone like Dave could really be your captain. He was a little ’too friendly’ with the crew when not on the bridge, and far more ’cautious’ than anyone you would have pictured as being a slave-trader. If it wasn’t for his orders to approach the planet ’nice and slow’ you could have already landed the ship, made a raid on a small settlement and taken off by now. But no, you were still stuck in the chair and getting a little too worked up over his constant need to make sure that the ship hadn’t been detected entering the solar system, or getting closer and closer to the planet. \n\n“Yo, Eve.” Geoff whispers as he leans over to you. “Keep an eye on that third moon for me. If I was going to ambush someone getting close, it would be from that moon.” \n\n“I got it.” You whisper back to him a little more frustrated than you meant to be. “I’ve been keeping an eye on it ever since you said that when we entered the solar system.” \n\n“You two want to include me in on the whispering going on in class?” Dave asks from behind you. “Didn’t your parents ever teach you that it isn’t nice to privately whisper to someone while in public.” \n\n“Sorry, Pops.” Geoff says as he sits back in his seat. “I was just reminding [[Eve to keep an eye on]] that moon.” \n\n

“Wake the fuck up!” The military officer screams at you and slaps your face to wake you up.\n\n“Huh?” You ask in your confusion. “My head hurts.” \n\n“No shit, boy.” The officer says as he grabs your collar and yanks you out of the stasis pod. “Some asshole tried to mindgraft with you. No wonder your head hurts.” \n\n“mindgraft?” You ask. “What? What is going on? I didn’t do anything.” \n\n“Shut up, son.” The officer says, softening his speech. “We will take care of you. Just get on the table.” \n\nHe actually helps to support you as he helps you onto the table. You feel him putting the medical equipment leads on your head. You start to struggle and figure out what was going on, but he easily slaps your hands away from him and is able to strap you on the table. \n\n“Easy, boy.” He says as he looks at you. “This won’t take long. [[Just relax]].”

“Okay, honey.” She says as she smiles at you. “Let’s say that I send you to the guild? What sort of expectations do you have?” \n\nYou know that she wasn’t being ‘friendly’ at this point, but simply seeing if you were stupid or not. You knew that there were probably three or four hidden vid-pickups in the room and your heartbeat and body language was probably being studied by at least three or four doctors in the other room. Hell, for all you know there could have been three certified psychologists in the other room looking for the slightest lie to pounce on and signal the female officer in front of you to question you about it. \n\n“Honest, I don’t know.” You tell her. “I don’t think that it’s going to be fun. I will get some basic training in how to pilot a ship, maybe a little weapon training and how to fight. But other than that? I honestly don’t know.” \n\n“Oh, you’ll learn more than that.” She says. “You will have to do shit you wouldn’t normally want to do. And that’s just getting through the guild itself, not on the job. And even if you did make it through the guild and got assigned to a ship, it will not be what you expected. Just don’t say you weren’t warned ahead of time. Once you join there are only three ways out. Either you will be assigned a crew or you will be sold into slavery yourself. Or you will end up being killed either through training or on the job. It is not [[the most desired job in the universe]].” \n\n

There was a time and place for everything, and at the moment the time and place was set aside for business and that was it. You gave Hank a shove to move him out of the way as you pulled out drawers and opened cabinets. \n\n“Grab that sheet over there.” You barked at him. When he didn’t move you barked at him again. “God damn it, Hank. Get your thumb out of your ass and get the move on it. I want to load up on as much meds as I can before we have to get back and get the fuck out of here. Now, grab me the sheets over there and help me load up.” \n<<set $opt = "right">> \nHe was slow, but he did as he was told. You dumped as much as you could onto the sheet as he held it out like a makeshift bag. You didn’t even bother looking at what you were taking, figuring that Tom would be able to sort through it later and figure out what was really needed and what wasn’t. Besides, you still had to get back to the ship and get the reactors from standby to full-power and that was going to take time that you could have used for searching some of the rooms for valuables. If you were going to have to get back earlier than most of the other crew, you sure as hell weren’t going to go back empty handed. \n\nYou swung the bag made from the sheet over your shoulder after you got your spacesuit back on and headed over to your own ship, leaving the rest of the crew to loot whatever was possible. Because you were the “junior engineer” you were ordered to head over first and get things started and Irene would join you as soon as she could to help finish the process. After tossing the bag onto one of the beds in the medical bay, you headed to the engineering department where you were finally able to get your spacesuit off and started to warm up the reactors. The fact that you were still nude when Irene entered the compartment didn’t really matter, she was just as nude as you were and went about her business without saying a word. You didn’t feel better until you were told that the ship had folded space and you were clear of the other ship, [[almost three hours later]].

But you didn’t want to have his cock near you, let alone his cum all over your face. And it was not what you wanted to do right now, no matter how much he might think you were “into it”. You wanted to be left alone and to simply think about your problems and try to find a way off this planet as soon as possible. If you had your way about it, you would have been sound asleep in your own hotel room or at least in your hotel room as you tried to find a few connections to get the paperwork you needed to get another passport. \n\n“Look at me.” He says. “I know you want it.” \n\nYou don’t have much choice in the matter at this point. He was on top of you, easily outweighed you by several pounds and was obviously stronger than you were. You could have kicked his ass in your old body, not because of any size advantage but by being trained properly. But Eve had no training and while you could think of the things you needed to do in order to fight, without her own personal knowledge it would have been as effective as a seven year old trying to fight a prize fighter. You would have gone through the motions at best, but had no real force or power behind your efforts. \n\n“You look so pretty.” He says as his hand moves faster along his hard cock. “I’m going to come just looking at you.” \n\nYeah right, just looking at you is going to make him cum. You know damn well that it has nothing to do with just looking at you but stroking his dick that was going to make him cum soon. All you could do was simply close your eyes and wait for it to be over with and head to the [[bathroom to get]] cleaned up afterward.

Like all spaceships, it was hard to keep a secret while working on the crew. For the first few weeks it was simply “suspected” that you and the captain had done something, before long it was a “given” among the crew that you had done something. And at that point? Well, there was no need to hide it if anyone asked you about it. But nobody did, mostly because the captain and you tried to keep the fact that you sucked his dick on the bridge something that was private. Yet, it wasn’t long before you were called to his cabin and it was clear he wanted more than just a blowjob from you. \n\nYou tried your best; you really did try your best, to go with the concept of letting him fuck you. You actually found it kind of easy to kiss him, much easier than it would have been a few days ago, and even touching his cock with your hand was something that was okay because it was [[at least your hand and not]] your lips this time. \n\n

But you had no real choice in the matter. At least not when it came to pirates. It was either surrender and hope for the best that looting your cargo and leaving you stranded in space with enough food until you could be rescued. Or the worst, and knowing that after the looting was done, it would be time for the killing and raping, and not necessarily in that order as they could easily have raped you after killing you but before looting the ship. It took a certain deranged individual to be a pirate, and the horror stories of their attacks were enough to scare even the most experienced crewmember. \n\nAfter double checking your weapon and being sure that you had extra power cells and ammo packs, as well as securing your combat gear into place, you headed down the corridor.\n\n[[You had to defend the engines]]. \n[[You had to defend the bridge]]. \n[[You had to defend the medical bay]].

How was that even possible? It had been your mouth and your voice, but it had been Eve’s words that came out of your mouth using your voice. How could she simply take over like that? If she could assume control of your body whenever she wanted, why did she wait until now to say anything at all? Why didn’t she take control of your body sooner?\n<<set $man -= 10>> <<set $woman += 10>>\n------------\n<<pink>>“Because I can’t, silly.”<</pink>> Eve answers your questions. <<pink>> “Well, not really take over. I mean, when you freeze up like that I can get a bit more influence over simple things like saying something. But I can’t just take over. I can make things a little easier to put up with, but not really take control.”<</pink>>\n<<set $anal = "extremely tight">><<set $anres = "extra stimulation">>\n“Okay. Well, if you could say something when I’m a little freaked out, why did you have to say that?” You ask her. \n<<set $ass += 1>><<set $asscum += 1>>\n<<pink>>“Well, because I’m kind of curious about it myself.”<</pink>> Eve admits. <<pink>>“But the main reason is because you know that it is going to happen no matter what you say you wanted to do. I mean, just look at the way he has us pinned against the wall and his crotch is already pressed against our ass. You know that he’s going to do it sooner or later anyway, so might as well get it over with. Besides. If you think about it, how else is he going to prove that you are his? I mean, he can’t put another brand on you and he knows you aren’t a virgin. At least not as far as our vagina is concerned. But being an anal virgin? Well, we both know that it is really going to [[be the first time that has happened]].”<</pink>>

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The Hound was a deadly little remote controlled vehicle. About the size of three men, it was basically a fucking tank. It had the armor of a tank and a turret that was computer guided to fire at the slightest movement. The fact that Rick had been foolish enough to try to get in cover no longer mattered. The rapid fire turret had simply registered the motion and had fired. \n\nBut you were pinned down. Not only pinned down, but unable to move or poke your head out to fire at the thing. Not that it would really matter. You didn’t have a weapon that was powerful enough to penetrate the armor of the thing. Your only hope was to stand as still as possible and hope that the computer inside of the thing didn’t register body heat or register your breathing. Both of which seemed highly unlikely at the moment as you heard the small legs of the hound moving down the hallway. \n\nYou tried to quickly get to the crates, hoping that hiding behind one of them would keep you out of the sights of the hound as it came into the cargo bay. You were feeling your heart beating in your chest and trying to figure a way to outthink the damn thing. But your hopes were quickly dashed when you watched in horror as the hound headed towards the main cargo door. Surely it wasn’t going to open up the entire cargo bay to the [[vacuum of space was it]]? \n\n

“Eve? Are you happy here?” Ryan asks as he leans back in the chair and folds his arms across his chest. “I don’t want to lose you after only one trip. You have a good head on your shoulders and seem to be up to speed on the reactors.” \n[img[z/40.JPG]]\n“No, sir, I’m actually enjoying myself.” You honestly admit. “I mean, it’s a great ship and a really nice crew to be with. It’s just. Well, I feel like I’m being punished for something I didn’t do. That’s all. Like I’m some kind of little kid who can’t [[be told the truth because I]] can’t handle it.”

Pulse-point was an odd place to land. There was no real “customs” to go through because of the fact that it was a military outpost. Customs simply involved going through your bags by hand and looking over your passport. As soon as they saw the indication of a military discharge and “mail-order-bride”? Well, it was assumed that you must be retarded or some other “birth defect” and had been kicked out of the military, disowned by your family, and probably been found too “stupid to work” for a company back home. She had been right when “B” said that nobody would both you after seeing your passport, but they sure as hell weren’t going to be friendly to you either. \n<<set $fed = "fugitive">> \nYou were basically ordered to sit in one chair until you were called for. For just a few minutes you were concerned that you were waiting to be called to see the base commander. But after twenty or thirty minutes you heard someone call your name and told you to get your ass over to walkway six. You quickly headed to the walkway and were shown to the stasis pod that you were going to use for the next trip to Binder. Even before the ship took off from the port you were already sound asleep. \n\nYet, while things had been surprisingly “easy” at Pulse-point despite the absolute fear you had about being caught, it was not that way at Binder. As soon as you stepped off the ship you realized just how different things were. The port was underground instead of above it, and while the air was just as sickening as other ports, it was a lot thicker and heavier as well. It was like walking into a dusty tomb and that was how you felt when you went into the [[port itself from the walkway]].

You felt your cock starting to move and instead of simply feeling your cock deep inside of her asshole, you could feel yourself as Eve as you were being fucked. The sensation was completely overwhelming as you felt yourself having sex both as a male and a female at the same time. The sensations should have countered each other out, but instead they actually amplified each other. You felt the tightness of her asshole against your shaft, and yet the tighter you felt her asshole, the more the cock inside of your own ass grew thicker and firmer. \n[img[z/zb.gif]]\nYou heard yourself calling out that you were about to cum, and instantly you found yourself back on your knees again, sucking on a firm cock. You looked up from where you were and saw your male self smiling down at your female self as you started to cum inside of your own mouth. You felt your own cum building up in the back of your throat when Eve’s voice cut through the moment to [[tell you to swallow it]] all. \n\n

Yet, despite all the ways that the concubines were basically treated like nothing more than whores and that was it, you still did pick up some rather interesting skills along the way yourself. You learned how to do what would have been called a “professional” job on someone’s makeup. And after a few days were as skilled as a hairdresser as anyone else who had taken classes to learn how to do it. And you could even admit that you could pull off being a rather elegant hostess if you needed to be; knowing the right wines to order for a meal as well as how to select the proper dessert to go with a fish dish compared to a dessert for a steak and potato meal. And in an odd way, you actually learned how to be one hell of a seamstress because of all the repairs that had to be done to all the outfits that were constantly being ripped off someone or a button suddenly missing from a blouse that just wasn’t “big enough” to fit someone properly. \n\nSure, none of these skills were going to make you a millionaire in the long run. But at least they were somewhat important skills to learn for yourself as well as valuable lessons to learn in order to make yourself a more “rounded” individual in completely different ways. If only instead of having to learn all of these skills by choice and not in order to avoid a punishment, you might have actually enjoyed a few of them as a way to pass the time when you were bored. Or simply as a way to impress another female with what you knew about makeup and hairstyles. But needless to say, this wasn’t all your life was about. \n\nNo, you still had to deal with one problem that no matter how much you wished you could avoid, you simply had no idea how to avoid it. In fact, the knowledge that you were not only required to have sex at the slightest order, but mere survival depended on it weighed on you heavily. No matter what else you might be able to learn, at some point you were no longer going to about to avoid it. Oh, there was always another “hospital stay” to take you off duty if you wanted to, but even that ran a risk as too many hospital trips would result in your master deciding that you were simply “damaged goods” and it was time to get rid of you, or simply have someone beat you so badly that the hospital stay wasn’t [[a way to avoid work at all]], but the only way to stay alive. \n\n

Yet, it wasn’t long before you noticed something odd about the way he was moving. He was keeping a steady pace, driving his pelvis against your own but he wasn’t quite as forceful and fast as he was a few moments ago. You were wondering if he was simply getting tired or was he not enjoying the whole thing like you weren’t. Was he going to finally stop simply because you were obviously a “bad fuck” who mostly just laid there and cried as he was fucking you? You got your answer a couple of seconds later when he drove his pelvis against your pelvis, and grunted rather loudly as he came inside of you.\n[img[z/k.gif]]\nYou must have cried out “no” when he came inside of you instead of simply think it. It was the only thing that would have explained the strange echo that you heard in your head at the feeling of his cock pulsating. But looking at his face, it didn’t appear that you had called out anything at all. Not that you could really get a good look at his face because of the amount of tears in your eyes, but he seemed to be simply ignoring you as his [[head was tilted upward]].

“Why, so it is.” He replies. “And this problem is a rather large one. In fact, if you turn your attention to the opposite corner you could see how big this problem is for yourself.” \n<<set $impress = "unproven">> \nYou take a second to slowly turn to look at the corner indicated and saw the person. You were shocked that it wasn’t a male but another female. One who was “rather large” indeed. She wasn’t just fat, she was obese. Bigger than any other woman you’ve seen in your life really. What she had done, said, seen or stolen, or simply had directed done you don’t know. But for whatever reason, this individual had been placed on the list of people to “get rid of” and you were the one that was going to have to do it. \n<<set $expect = "sweet but smarter than you look">>\nYet, being a female had thrown you for a loop. It was one thing to kill another man, or at least that was what you told yourself. But to kill a woman in cold blood was something that you weren’t really ready for. Your mind raced to find a way out of the situation and yet, you were unable to think of one. All you could do at this point was go directly to whoring yourself out, probably working a corner somewhere and either beaten to death for your money or simply have your throat slit for the hell of it. Or follow through with what was happening and see it to the end, no matter what that end might be. \n<<set $trust = "would like to">> \nBut you needed more information to work with than just a face and a body type. You needed to at least know some kind of weakness you could exploit, or maybe have a reason to why this particular female should die. You knew that you weren’t going to get the “whole story” but you needed something to work on other than a simple “[[that one over there]]”.

------------\n<<pink>>“Well, I don’t know if I agree.” You heard a small voice in your ear. “But yeah, that was a bigger load than I expected. Do all guys cum that much or just the captain? Did [[you use to cum that much]]?”<</pink>>\n-------------\n\n

Everything was wonderful and you wanted him to keep going, hoping to get another climax from the sensation when you suddenly felt his hard cock pulling out of you. You felt his hand on your shoulder as he helped you up to your knees and spun you around. You watched in awe as his cock was in front of you and he started to jerk off. \n[img[z/ze.gif]]\nThe first stream of semen hit your skin just below your neck. The next few streaks of cum hit your skin, building up into a thicker and thicker mass until you could feel it rolling down your body and between your breasts. It wasn’t long until you felt several streams of cum running down from your neck and chest and either between your breasts or along the upper curves of them. The fact that he came so much was something that you didn’t really notice until you felt a small amount of cum sliding from between your [[breasts and along your stomach]]. \n\n

You felt his cock pulse and the semen flooded into your mouth while you were still trying to figure out what to do. Your immediate reaction was the same as it has been since you started to work at the Red Rabbit. You tried to avoid it and pushed against his legs in an effort to get him away from you. Only you couldn’t get away at all because of his hand on your head. You had no choice but to feel and taste the hot semen filling your mouth, but you refused to swallow any of it. \n[img[z/zz.JPG]]\nWhen he finally does let go of your head, you quickly but quietly let the huge mass of cum out of your mouth and onto the floor in front of you. You could see the whiteness of his semen against the darkened floor as well as the amount of your own spit mixed with the stuff. You coughed several times before you slowly got out from the table, ashamed that yet [[again another man just came]] in your mouth. \n\n

Being able to continue your conversation with Eve would have been insightful, but like always when you were talking to her as soon as someone else walked into the room it became hard for you to be able to connect with that part of your awareness. And with Kris giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before applying her own makeup, you were a little too embarrassed about being caught up in your own mental conversation to start asking her a lot of questions. \n\n“Okay, this should be easy.” Kris says as she helps you down onto the floor with her. “We’re going to spice it up a bit with a little role-playing of big sister helping little sister learning how to give a blowjob. One that gets slightly out of hand as a few of his buddies show up and join the fun.”\n\nOr at least that was what she had told you when the filming started. What she didn’t tell you was the fact that you were going to be more or less the ‘main star’ of the vid and doing more blowjobs than she was going to do. And she either didn’t know, or simply didn’t care that it would involve having to give a blowjob to 15 men all at once. Well, maybe not all at once because you could never fit more than one dick into your mouth at a time, but [[15 men in a row]]. \n\n

With one quick motion, the arm around your waist turned you around and the one under your arm moved out of the way to place his hand on your shoulder as he forced you to lower yourself in front of him. Clearly from the still limp dick he had, he wasn’t as aroused as you thought he would have known that something was going to happen with you. Either that or this was simply a sign of how things had been with him for the last few years to drive his wife into the arms of another man. But if he wasn’t able to get an erection, it might be a good thing for you in the long run. \n[img[z/34.gif]]\nYou forced your jaw open and accepted the limp dick into your mouth. You worked on his limp cock for just a few seconds before you realized that he didn’t have any problems at all getting an erection, he just needed the proper stimulation to get one. You were slightly sickened by the fact that you were forcing yourself to suck another man’s dick. But at the same time, you were oddly fascinated by just how much you could tell how his erection was [[growing when you used]] your mouth. \n\n

“Oh, I don’t do it for myself.” She says. “Well, maybe when I want to have fun. I do it for my crew. Any one of them would do it for me, but let’s be honest. There aren’t that many female members on patrol ships. And it’s harder to bribe a female cop than a male cop. So, it kind of falls to me to do it. Now it looks like you will have to at some point.” \n\n“But I don’t want to.” You tell her. \n\n“I didn’t either my first time.” Kelly admits. “But you will. If not for yourself, then for the crew. Have you noticed that nobody bothers me or you on this ship and we are the only two females?” \n\n“Well, yeah.” You admit. “I figured they would be all over us by now.” \n\n“Not this crew.” She says. “Some other crews would have you sucking off the captain at the table just to have food to eat. Others would strap you down in the engine room and use you for the crew’s entertainment. This one knows how to behave. If a guy asks you to fool around, it is because he means it and wants it. But he isn’t going to just assume that you will do it. He will actually try to impress you first. Most of the guys are really sweet guys who just do a few things that will get them in trouble. But trust me; being with them is a hell of a lot more fun than someone who is on patrol. At least this crew will still respect you in the morning.”\n\nYou look at her and try to figure out the next question you wanted to ask, but you couldn’t think of one. You were about to stand back up when she catches you off guard by grabbing your arm and pulls you towards her and gives you a kiss on the lips. A kiss that was surprisingly filled with passion and something that you hadn’t expected her to do. When she broke the kiss, [[she just smiled at you and whispered]].

But what could you do about it? Any signs of resistance or attempt to protest resulted in being punished in various ways. The most common way of being punished was having your arms pinned out of the way as Penny held onto them and you were bent over the table as Dave spanked your bare bottom with a rather large paddle. A paddle that hurt immensely and Dave never held back when he spanked someone, so you knew that ten spankings with the paddle was going to prevent you from being able to sit for several hours. \n\nAnother ‘popular’ method of punishment was being the one who had to hold another girl’s arms out of the way as she was being spanked by Dave as Penny “lectured you” about the rules. The lecture itself was bad enough, but knowing that you were the one that was supposed to be punished, but hearing the other girl’s screams from physical pain from being spanked made it so much worse than it was. And there were various other methods that involved punishing ‘the innocent’ that made it harder to break the rules. Even Vicky, who tended to be the most ‘well behaved’ slave tended to toe the line as much as possible out of fear that someone else would be punished for her mistakes. \n\nThe only one who never seemed to be in trouble at all was Tracy. Mostly because of the fact that she was simply too timid and frightened to risk breaking any rules at all. But also because as long as she had her puppy, Poppy, to take care of, she was more than happy and willing to do anything that she was told to do. And because of this weakness, it was normally Tracy who ended up being the ‘innocent one’ [[who was punished more than anyone else]].

You got to the relay and got right to work. You figured that if you were able to repair the relay before Kelly showed up you could make a good impression on her. Normally this sort of repair would take only a few minutes as it was mostly just unscrewing a few screws, being careful to make sure the power is off to the individual relay, pull the broken one out and replace it with a new one, turn the power back on and replace the screws. You could do it in your sleep at this point, and it would only take you about five minutes at most. \n\n“What the fuck are you doing?” Kelly asks as she comes around the corner. “I’m on it.” \n\n“I know.” You say as you smile at her. “I just figured I would give you a hand and take care of it for you.” \n\n“Oh, I see.” She says. “So? I can’t even take care of a fucking relay? Is that it?” \n\n“No, not at all.” You tell her. “I am just trying to be nice and take care of the small stuff for you.” \n\n“Oh.” She says. “So I can’t even do the small things without miss loose-legs taking over? Is that what you do? You come in and take advantage of someone and then take their job away?” \n\n“Calm down.” You say, clearly seeing the anger on her face growing. “I’m just trying to be nice, okay. I screwed up the other day, and I’m just trying to make it [[up to you by being helpful]].”

[img[z/jm.jpg]] [img[z/imgage][passage]\n\n<<set $smug = "babe", "pocket change", "deep pockets", "runner", "ace">>\n\n\n<<set $smugresult = "wrong kelly", "right kelly", "capsleep">>\nles with kelly, crew not like -- wrong kelly\ncrew like 3-sum with kelly/larry-deadly -- right kelly\nleads to smuggler/piracy and (highly sexual) -- capsleep\n\n\nLook at your [[final stats].\n\n<<set $coin to ["heads","tails"].random()>>

It only took a moment for the other actor to appear. His role was that of a ‘friend’ who would have his other scenes filmed after you and Joe were done with this particular scene. You couldn’t really tell why you were more excited than ever before about being require to have anal sex with another man. Maybe it was because you didn’t have to be bothered with any kind of build up to it. This was a simple, get it done as fast as possible and you could go home, sort of feel to it all. \n\nThere was no need to be coy about it, or ask the man if he wanted to do it or not, or any of the other ‘beating around the bush’ sort of thing that happened at work. And since it was being done on camera for a porn-vid, there was no real need to bother with putting too much effort into it on your part or his part. \n\nA couple of seconds to get as ‘comfortable’ as you could on the bed and putting up with the small amount of lubrication applied to your asshole and you were pretty much ‘set’ to begin filming. Almost as soon as the actor said that he was ready, you felt his hands on your hips and the pressure of his cock against your asshole. Pressure that was quickly turned into complete penetration by the second dick in your asshole in a little over three hours. Only unlike Joe, this particular man was bigger than you had expected him to be, even though [[you knew that he was a so-called]] ‘porn-star’. \n\n

But being by the vehicle you had to stay off the coms until given the all clear. And even then, you were supposed to stay as quiet as possible to cut down on the risk of having your frequency intercepted by the authorities. Small settlements like this on the outer planets of a system or a planet with a low population in the process of being terra formed generally didn’t have the best people working as police in the area. However, the frontier forces patrolling the area had a huge array of equipment designed to track and stop slave traders. \n<<set $oral = "having difficulty">> <<set $face += 1>>\nAnd tonight was clearly one of the nights when someone was paying attention to what was going on. You didn’t hear or see the vehicle approaching so much as sensed it. It took you a few seconds to actually register what it was you saw coming out of the woods. It was an armored transport, one with an oddly shaped turret of it’s own on the top of it. \n<<set $bj += 1>> <<set $orre = "reluctantly taking a facial">>\n“Fuck! Tank!” You cried out over your mic, ignoring the protocol for communications. \n<<set $fuk += 1>> <<set $cpie += 1>> <<set $three += 2>>\n“Holy shit!” Cindy cried out and shoved the accelerator all the way ahead and cranked [[the stick at the same time]].

<<pink>>“That’s a good start.”<</pink>> Eve replies. <<pink>>“Okay, look, let’s just try to start over from scratch. Sometimes I will ask to do something and you let me do it, and there will be times that I will try to keep my mouth shut and let you do something. But, well, as long as we can get some answers at some point, maybe when this is all over with we can just go our separate ways and still be friends.”<</pink>>\n------------------------------\n<<set $fit = "clumsy">>\nThe great thing about being knocked out when the police arrived, you really didn’t have to bother with trying to tell them your story or explain what had happened. The bad thing about being knocked out when the police arrived was that you couldn’t tell them your story or explain yourself. Nor could you offer any sort of protest or resistance as they cuffed you and arrested you along with everyone else. All you could do was wake up in the jail cell a few hours later and be filled in on what you had missed of the fight by the rest of your crew, who were [[all waiting on the captain to make]] arrangements to post bail for everyone.

You were down to your burner, your last effective weapon, thankful you didn’t have to worry about the barrel or ammo, when you noticed that the number of crewmembers with you was not enough to take off. You were simply holding off the inevitable at this point and you knew it, as well as your remaining four crewmembers. The return fire you gave in your last volley was intense and you counted at least six dead officers among your kills before you were finally hit by return fire. You killed another two police before you got hit in the head by a well placed shot. \n[img[z/zae.JPG]]\n\nLook at your [[final stats]].

There was only one problem with using the low-light setting of your mask; any bright light would instantly blind you. And that was exactly what happened when an object was tossed down the hallway from one of the intersections. You barely saw the hand that threw it from around the corner before the device went off, blinding you instantly from the explosion and stunning you from the concussive force of the grenade going off. You didn’t even register the fact that it was a stun grenade before you were knocked out by the combination of bright lights, sonic and subsonic sounds, and drugs dispersed in the air. \n\nYou could never tell how long you were knocked out by the grenade. It could have been five minutes or five hours. You didn’t know what drugs had been used to knock you out, but you knew that I had been at least a ‘few minutes’ as that was the time it would have taken for the pirates to secure you and Becky to keep you out of the fight. But that wasn’t really important, at least not as far as you were concerned. No, the problem you had when you started to come to from being knocked out was the sheer pain. \n\nThe pain of someone roughly and firmly fucking you in the ass. You could feel your entire body rocked by the impact of his hips as well as his hard dick stretching your asshole apart. You barely let out a simple whimper of pain as you were starting to come to when you got hit from behind in the side of the gut that silenced you. A second punch made sure that you stopped struggling and you simply did your best to ignore both the pain and [[the brutal anal rape that was going]] on.

You never really liked the policy of the Red Rabbit. It always seemed to put you in a position of increasing the risk of unwanted pregnancy. But it had been one that had been drilled into your head since you started working for Amanda. You were required to remind the male you were with that he didn’t have to wear a condom or pull out. You were there for his satisfaction, and that meant that you were supposed to let him climax inside of you no matter if it was your mouth, ass or vagina. \n<<set $cpie += 1>>\n“Don’t hold back.” You tell him. “You can cum in me if you want.” \n<<set $vagres = "leaving him satisfied">>\nYou knew that he probably knew the rules as well as you did. But then again, it didn’t really matter that much if he knew them or not. A young and attractive female telling a male that he can cum inside of her was going to get a result. Hell, you knew damn well that a man enjoyed it more when a woman encouraged him to unload inside of her. It had always done the trick for you. And sure enough, it did the [[trick for your partner as well]]. \n\n

You had eaten two of his loads already, but that had been slightly masked by the food you had been eating at the time. Now that you didn’t have any food in your mouth, the strong taste of salty semen coated your tongue. You could feel the thickness of his jizz against the back of your throat and against your cheek. And Penny made things worse by using her palm to force your mouth shut and then tapping your neck with her palm, which forced you to instinctively gulp the massive amount of spunk in your mouth. Without meaning to do it, you ended up swallowing Dave’s jizz directly from his dick anyway. \n\nAnd that wasn’t the worst thing that happened to you either. After Penny instructed you to return back to the concubine quarters you encountered Hilda and Tracy as they finally exited room 12. The two of them were covered from the top of their head to their belly buttons with cum. Some of it had already dried up, and some of it was still fresh enough to dangle off of their chins. There hair was matted with the white fluid and their makeup had started to streak and smear across their faces as well. They had been in the room for several hours and you simply didn’t want to know how many men had gangbanged the two of them over and over. \n\n“Well, well, well.” Penny says as she sees Tracy. “How did you enjoy your first cumshower? I bet you started to get off on it towards the end there, didn’t you? Don’t worry honey, before long cumslut will be begging to sit in the middle of a five hour circle jerk. Won’t you cumslut? I bet the idea of being forced to sit on your ass for five hours, not allowed to touch a single dick, as it gets jerked off all over you already thrills you. Well, don’t just stand there, all three of you get to the showers and get cleaned up. Oh, and cumslut. Tomorrow you will be practicing with [[Vicky in room 3]].”

Either dumb luck or simply careful timing on a subconscious level, but your first shot actually misses Kelly completely and hit’s the leg of the man behind her. You can hear him scream out in pain as he falls to the ground. Your next two shots were carefully aimed but quickly fired as you hit him in the top of the head and silence his screams. \n[img[z/zbh.JPG]]\nBut by pulling the trigger you had basically signed Kelly’s death warrant yourself. You saw her body being riddled with holes from the shots coming from behind her and her body falls to the floor mere seconds after your first shot. But it no longer mattered, the pirates and you were going to simply shoot it out with each other and [[that was all there was to it]]. \n\n

Sadly, the tour of the place that you got from Penny, your new head slave, wasn’t something that made you really all that comfortable. Penny wasn’t exactly the friendliest of people, and she was clearly not at all interested in showing another couple of “dumb sluts” around the mansion. But she was under orders to do it, so she did it with amazing efficiency by not actually discussing anything other than “this is the….” and left it at that. \n\nBut it wasn’t your “tour leader” that bothered you as she walked you and Tracy around the mansion. It was what you saw that really bothered you. There was a number of rooms that were set aside for one purpose only, sexual pleasure. A room that had nothing but a bed in it, not even a nightstand, was a clear indication. And the fact that a few of the beds had built in handcuffs and ropes hanging off of them didn’t help. But there was also a room or two set aside for strictly “painful pleasures”, as was obvious by the chains hanging from the ceiling, or the posts that you would have secured someone to, or the rack of different whips to hit people with. There was no doubt that if you could think of a way to hurt someone, there were the proper items to do it upon request. \n\nYet, as disturbing as all of that was, it was nothing compared to the last part of your “tour”. In the back of the mansion was a large room, almost an arena, really. And in the middle of that room was an open area with seats and bleachers around it. It was difficult to ignore the amount of blood smeared along the small wall around the open space. Nor was it difficult to see the two gates on opposite sides, gates that had spikes on them. And the razor wire that ran along the edge of the small wall was another item that you noticed. There was no doubt about it. This was a place where people were forced to fight each other. And going by the amount of blood stains, it was going to [[be a fight to the death]].

“And what sort of problem could a woman like that be?” You ask the man. \n\n“Let’s just say that she is the reason that another attractive young female has found herself at an unfortunate destination.” He says. “A destination that she had worked to earn enough to pay for and had been looking forward to returning home. But our friend over there did not like the idea of losing a source of income and had taken matters into her own hands. Hands that were more upset about the lost payment of transportation than anything else. Then used the unfortunate news of the young ladies intentions as a means to ensure that others were more careful to live within their means and not waste time thinking of returning home.” \n\nSo that was the “story”, or at least the one you were being told. She was being put to death because she had gotten greedy and decided to steal the money from someone who was looking to get off of Binder. Steal their money and use them as a “message” to the other prostitutes to keep working for her, not for a way off of Binder. Clearly, you had to agree that the large woman had gone too far, and yet death seemed to be a bit extreme. Yet, a small part of you wished to kill her just to send a message of your own to others of her kind that a woman could leave if she was able to earn the money, and not have to work in an unfortunate profession longer than necessary. \n\n“And this problem?” You ask him. “Is there anything [[else I should know]] about?”

You are now known as “Blood soaked”, or sometimes as "Bloody" Eve by your fellow pirates. You have earned the reputation by being recognized for multiple kills as well as a reputation as someone who enjoys a good firefight. Your crew likes you, much more than you would expect from a group of people you didn’t know just a few weeks ago. \n\nAt the moment you are the <<print $rankonship>> person on the ship. This is due to you experience as well as your age. This rank will increase with time. \n\nOnboard the Ship: You work in the engine room during your shifts, often sharing responsibilities with Irene “Thumper” Carter. \n\nWhen boarding a ship: You are the "cleaner" assisting Hank “Tank” Thomas with securing the bridge. It is considered an “honored” position, often reserved for the people on the ship who have been recognized as the most ruthless fighters. \n\n<<back>>

-----------------------------\n<<pink>>"Fucking bitch. Don’t you dare get in the way of my enjoyment." <</pink>> Eve said.\n\n“What the hell is going on?” You ask. “How did you make me say that?” \n\n<<pink>>"Make you? Bitch, you want to feel him busting a nut inside of you as much as I do. Stop being such a stick in the mud. You want him to cum, [[and I know it]]."<</pink>>Eve pointed out.\n-----------------------------------\n\n

Kelly’s climax was an intense one as she curled up against you, wrapping her legs against your body and almost shoving our head against her crotch as she rode out her climax. You knew that she was yours at the moment and your body did what it used to do when you had just finished bringing a woman to a climax. You pressed your crotch against her crotch and suddenly paused as you remember that you were not the man you used to be anymore, but a young female who didn’t have a cock to slide into her soaking wet hot vagina. \n[img[z/g.gif]]\nBut Kelly? Well, Kelly was used to being in this sort of situation and took your crotch pressing against her crotch as a sign of what it was supposed to be. A symbol of wanting to fuck her as hard as possible. In one swift motion, Kelly not only sat up a lot more but somehow switched the positioning of her legs against yours all while keeping your [[crotch pressed to her]] own. \n\n

But everything in the engine room wasn’t exactly perfect either. You were struggling to keep up with the information that you were given. This was the sort of thing that people had to take special classes for and special training. Simply walking into the engine room and sitting at the control panel and claiming to be “qualified” to run the reactors was about as far-fetched as being able to walk on the sun barefooted and not be burnt to a crisp. It took special learning to understand all the formulas and concepts involved in regulating power and fuel consumption. Too much of either one at any one moment and you could cause a reactor to overload, resulting in a silent but impressive nuclear explosion in the middle of solar systems. Too little and you could end up being stranded, light years away from the nearest assistance, left to float in the vastness of space and never heard of again. \n\nFor a young girl, learning the fundamentals of the engine room through doing and not just studying? Well, you felt that you were doing pretty well. Right up to the moment that: \n\nThe [[sirens started to blare]] in the reactor room. \nThe [[power through the ship started]] to fluctuate. \nThe [[core temperature of the reactor]] spiked to dangerous levels. \n

You were still able to move, at least move as much as a fish that had been hooked and pulled out of the water. But like a fish on a hook, you couldn’t say anything at all because of the very uncomfortable gag in you mouth. A gag that had an odd opening that allowed you to keep breathing through your mouth, but prevented your complaints from being anything more than sounding like a whistle. \n[img[z/33.JPG]]\nBut you could still see as Vicky started to get undressed, a process that only took about four seconds as she untied her bikini and let it fall to the floor. She then walked over to the items on the far wall and took her time to find ‘just the right’ item to use. A rather disturbing looking thin rod of some sort. And when she gave the rod a couple of quick test swings, you could hear the way that it ‘swished’ through the air. And then you saw the look on Vicky’s face as she started to slowly walk back towards the bed. She was going to enjoy this much more [[than Jeff ever would]]. \n\n

Yet, it had a strange effect while going out to eat with friends in the Orion territories. Friends tended to order either the same food, or if not the same food then at least food that was within the same price ranges. And while going out to drink with friends was a common thing, it was also a great way to curb public drunkenness at the same time. When you were out with five or six friends and someone was ordering seven or eight drinks while the rest only had four? Well, those other friends would either cut them off for the night or arrange for a taxi to take them home. \n\nSo while your meal together was a good source of information to work with, it didn’t really dip into the amount of cash you had on you as your “get-away money”. Which was a good thing as you would need most of that money to bribe people and to pay for false papers. Yet, you couldn’t simply call an end to the evening either. As friends, it was expected that you would spend several hours talking and before long you ran out of things to talk about and his questions became a little more than you could handle. \n\nYou started off with simple replies of “about the same” or “not really a lot going on” when he asked about things “back home”. But when he started to press for gossip and more information you couldn’t answer those questions because you didn’t have the information. Yet, you would have known all of the things that he was asking about if you had actually BEEN Eve instead of simply using her body. Your answers became a little more elusive as you tried to access [[her memories for answers]], but wasn’t able to do it at all.

You waited, and you waited, and you waited. And then when you started to think that things had gone wrong and the raid was going to be called off, you got the countdown over you earpiece. \n\n“One.” The captain’s voice came over a little too loud. “Two. Three. Now!” \n\nYou kicked the door and: \n\n[[Nothing happened]].\n[[Stormed into the building]]. \n[[Found yourself face to face with someone]].\n\n

Sure enough, the following morning, it was you who was summoned into the room to lick the cum off of Tracy’s face. And while you had no other choice but to do it, you hated yourself the entire time. The only thing that brought out any sort of comfort about the way you had been treated was the way that Tracy had changed after she had gotten the puppy. Now that she had something that was ‘just hers’, for once you actually got to know her a little better. And surprisingly, as long as she had that puppy to take care of, she was by far the most willing slave you’ve ever seen in your life, which really wasn’t that many. \n[img[z/3.gif][cumsluttraining]]

----------------\n<<pink>>“So, what do you think?”<</pink>> A female voice called out to you as you slept during take-off. <<pink>>“You think we are improving?” <</pink>> \n\n“We?” You ask in confusion. \n\n<<pink>>“Oh, come on Jimmy-boy.” <</pink>> The voice says. <<pink>>“You’ve been looking at my face in the mirror for months now. And I noticed you really love looking at my face when I have cum all over it. [[You know exactly who this is]].”<</pink>> \n---------------------\n

He had given you three whips to pick from, but his last statement had removed two of those options from you. All you had in your hand at the moment was a small piece of leather that you could easily wrap around your wrist to hold onto. A piece of leather that thin both in thickness and in width. And once you did wrap it around your wrists, you had just enough to hold onto and another eight or nine inches of material to use as a paddle. \n[img[z/17.gif]]\nYou walked over to the bed and climbed onto it on your knees. Your first smack against Hilda’s exposed vagina was nothing more than a soft ‘love-tap’ sort of smack. The next two were just as soft as possible, barely pulling the piece of leather three or [[four inches away from her]] crotch. \n\n

It took you a few weeks to finally get a captain to sign you on. You weren’t all that sure if you had found a better ship when you took off, but at least it wasn’t worse. The bright side was that this captain wasn’t interested in sleeping with you at all. But he sure as hell was interested in jumping down your neck every time you messed up. Your first captain was just a rotten man, but this one had a habit of screaming and yelling at the slightest mistake or hesitation in doing something. And as the pilot of the ship, that meant you got yelled at quite a lot for how you handled the ship or “fucked with controls” when you went on shift. \n<<set $impress = "unreliable">> <<set $trust = "do not">> \nIt wasn’t the best trip out with your new crew, but at least you were actually learning something about the ship this time. You still didn’t know what you were going to do on your next raid, or if you were really going to do anything at all and simply sit back and “watch the ship” while everyone else went on the raid. But you knew that no matter what you did, you were not going to put up with someone that would simply kill a young boy to make a point. You could still see the images of that night flashing through [[your head every time you went into]] your hiber-bed.\n\n

You stood by the doorway, looking through the small window portal as Rick went over the boxes in the area. He didn’t say anything over the headset, which was fine with you as you were trying to keep your attention focused on the hallway on the other side of the door. You didn’t need Rick’s voice barking orders or telling you what to do at this moment, he could handle anything that he found as you kept watch over him. You were simply waiting for the crew to finally react to the indicators that they had been boarded and come to your section. \n\nSure enough, you saw the door on the other end of the hallway open up and at least five crew members running down the hallway. You actually smiled as you found the “open” button on the door and stood back as the men in the hallway found themselves being pulled by the force of the air rushing out of the ship through the airlock. One of them was smart enough, or far enough away, to quickly dive into a room off to the side, but the other four found that they didn’t have any air at all and suffocated before they could even raise a weapon to fire at you. But the fighting had just begun and your first action had just raised your count by four confirmed kills. \n\nYet the crew was smart enough to witness what had happened and quickly shut the other door before exposing the whole ship to space. That meant that they were going to either do one of two things. The first was going to take the longest and that was get into their own spacesuits and fight it out with you. The second was try to figure out another way to get to the section and that would mean going out [[into space and coming in]] through the open airlock.

What was the biggest threat however was the last pirate that had turned out to be a female. She clearly had been in position to take better cover of your ‘pretend grenade’ that still exploded, and she was now pissed off that you had been able to hold your position longer than she would have liked. You watched her shots ripping down the hallway as she charged the corner you used to be at. It wasn’t until she got close enough to notice you on the other side that she started to fire in your direction. But that was simply too little and far too late. \n\nAs her weapon started to angle more and more in your direction, you pulled the trigger of your own weapon and scored a direct hit to her head, killing her on the run and watching her body splay and tumble down the hall past your location. Your first combat against pirates and you had been able to kill two of them, wounded a third and had been able to avoid any sort of injuries at all. You were doing pretty well for yourself considering the fact that you should have been able to avoid pirates all along. \n\nOnly you weren’t the only one in the hallway that had been trained, or simply learned, to fight dirty. You were starting to feel pretty sure that you would be able to hold off the other two pirates when you heard something heavy and metallic hitting the floor about two or three feet in front of you. You barely had time to poke your head around the corner to see what had made the noise when the explosion happened. Someone had gotten sick and tired of being involved in a ‘firefight’ and had started to use the ‘big guns’. Or in the case, not really a gun but a stun grenade that instantly knocked you out as well as slamming you against the wall behind you. \n\nDespite all of the protective gear you were wearing, which probably did save you from any kind of shrapnel, the concussive force was still enough to hurl you against the wall, as well as deafen you from the subsonic and sonic sounds. When the pirate kicked your body over, you were as limp as a rag doll and didn’t feel a thing, not even when he started to drag your body out from [[behind the wall and cuffed your]] hands and feet together.

You know that you don’t have much choice in the matter and do as you are told. You take off the clothes, noticing the gun never wavering and toss them in the recycler as you were told. You sat in the chair again, with your paperwork and money laid out on the floor by your feet and tried to cover your crotch and breasts with your arms and hands. You knew that everything was being done for “security reasons”, but it felt more like it was personal than anything else. \n[img[z/f.JPG]]\n“Okay, spill it.” B says as she lowers the gun for the first time. “What’s the deal? Are you really just looking to avoid service or just trying to get away from daddy? You can tell me. If daddy is giving you problems, we can [[arrange for that to stop]].” \n\n

Your take off was quicker than usual, skipping a few “safety checks” in the process, but nobody complained about it. You knew from your training at the academy that in such a situation as this that going straight up was a very bad idea and decided instead to skim as close to the tree-tops as you felt comfortable with until the navigator finally confirmed a spot to fold space to escape. Once he had the right spot, it was a simple matter of shifting his display over to your monitor. From there, you finally started to take the ship into a sharp climb, sharp enough to make the captain give a gentle “easy” one time before you stalled the ship out. But you got through the upper atmosphere and were able to shift from the engines to the boosters, and before long you had the ship properly aligned. The navigator slammed the confirmation button to fold space a second before the captain actually gave him the order to do it. \n\nThe trip was a disaster since you didn’t return with any cargo to sell at the auction house. But yet again, the crew saw you as their “good luck charm” and went out to celebrate the fact that you were on the turret and keeping everyone in the crew together. Not to mention some rather “short remarks” you snapped over the mic on your headset about the crew getting on the engines, remarks you didn’t recall saying. Yet, instead of just the crew this time, even the captain came out to celebrate another successful landing and safe passage under your piloting skills. You were quickly starting to make a rep on the ship as someone to keep an eye on and to keep around. \n\nAnd that slight “good will” feeling that you had going on, easily turned Cindy and Scott into willing participants for the threesome you’ve been dying to have for the last few weeks. A threesome that happened twice that night before everyone either passed out from drinking too much, [[or from fatigue]].

So you had plenty of time and privacy as you folded space on the first flight into the Union on your first raiding party. But you didn’t have the nerve. It was something that you had to build up to and resolve to see it through, despite every fiber of your being told you not to do it. But you had to protect yourself as much as possible, and it was simply something that you were going to have to force yourself to get through no matter what. It still took you several weeks to finally get around to building up enough courage to go through with it, and you simply needed to let the captain know that you were available. \n\nAnd in that regard you had a huge advantage over most females in the universe. You knew that there was no need to sugar-coat things, and there was absolutely no need to play “coy” and drop a few hints here and there like you would if you were bound to a planet. On a spaceship you didn’t need to “play any games”, and you knew that it was something that most women simply couldn’t, or rather wouldn’t, be able to understand. Don’t mess around with it, just simply talk about it and be done. Most guys would appreciate it anyway. \n\nSo you sat in your chair and turned around to look at the captain as he sat in his seat behind and slightly above you. You smiled at him as you propped your feet up on one of the handrails that you would use to hold on to if the gravity field ever failed. You let out a deep sigh and put your hands behind your head as you arched your back a bit and stretched. You knew that you had large breasts and it was clearly obvious just how large they [[were while wearing your jumpsuit]].

When you thought of the pirates in the universe, you thought of them as nothing more than just a bunch of thugs that were going to rob someone. But knowing a bit more about the way things really were? Well, they may be some of the most hated individuals in the galaxy, but you had to admit that they did have a role in one way or the other. You just never thought that role was to provide armed escorts to prostitutes looking to get out of the business. \n\nThen again, the thought of being able to afford a ticket yourself at the moment was a far off dream. You still had to do a lot more work for Amanda just to pay the rent, let alone work for a ticket off the planet. And knowing the way that things worked on Binder more and more, you were quickly realizing that if it wasn’t for Carter and his “Family connections”, things would be a lot worse than they were. How other places arranged for their working girls to get out of the business you don’t know. But from the rumors you heard between customers, it was a given that for most girls, the way out of the business [[ended with them in the grave]]. \n

-----------\n<<pink>> “Easy for him to say.” <</pink>> Eve’s voice fills your head. <<pink>>“God, this is harder than I thought. Good god, breathe through your nose. Breathe.” <</pink>>\n---------\n\nEve’s suggestion didn’t really help that much, but it didn’t hurt any either. It at least allowed you to get some air into your lungs around his cock, although not nearly enough as you really needed. And while you were fighting both the urge to get air into your lungs again and forcing yourself to keep your hands behind your back as you were told, you knew that you were starting to lose both fights completely and felt a little light headed. \n\nAnd instantly you could get a full lungful of air. You could finally breathe again, and you were more than happy to sit on your knees in front of the man as he slapped your face with his cock from time to time as you started to pant like a dog for more oxygen. You didn’t care at all that his dick was coated with a thick layer of your spit and actually smacked against your face with a wet sounding small slap each time. \n\n“Okay, cumslut.” Brad says as he helps you onto your feet. “[[Lesson number two]].” \n\n

It was the first time since taking off that you had been on the bridge and you were shocked to see just how small it was. Or rather, you were shocked to see such a waste of space for only three people. Your opinions had been changed by working on the ship with Kelly. You no longer saw open spaces, but spaces that weren’t being used effectively or properly. The seating arrangement of the bridge was all wrong, there were too many display monitors, and the controls that the pilot was using could be designed better. Almost everything took on a strange “hard or easy to fix” point of view for you now. \n<<set $vagres = "lingering tenderness">>\nBut you did notice something that was taking up more space than anything else. The huge shape and form of a military vehicle dominated the view screen, and that was nothing when you tried to look out though the main portal directly in front of the pilot. There was nothing to see at all other than the shape of the ship a few miles away and yet while it was slowly happening you could actually seeing it continue to grow larger. \n<<set $man -= 10>> <<set $woman += 10>>\n“Well, kid.” The captain says to you. “You ready to earn your stripes?” \n<<set $bribe = "poor but better if using sex">>\n“What?” You ask him. \n\n“Just go talk to Kelly and tell her that I need both of you to earn your stripes today. She’ll fill you [[in on the details]].”

You quickly looked at the displays on your helmet and saw you had about an hour of air left in the suit, and the only other option you had was going back onto the ship and trying to figure something out. It only takes you a few minutes to get back to the airlock and Rick pokes his head around the open airlock to look inside. He never saw the bolt that ripped through his helmet. \n\nBut you did. One second he was barely looking through the open airlock, the next a reddish-green bolt exited the back of his helmet, leaving his dead body exposed to explosive decompression through the hole in the back of his helmet. You saw his suit completely collapse against his skin in a couple of seconds and what had been an exit hole for the pulse weapon turned into a reddish geyser as the blood was sucked out of his body.\n\nYou panicked and tried to run along the side of the ship, because you didn’t know what else to do. But running in space was not an effective way to travel. You hardly got 20-30 yards away from Rick’s floating dead corpse when you felt an [[intense blast of heat in your leg]], lower back, and right shoulder. \n\n

"Out, now." The military officer screamed at you as he opened the stasis pod. "I said, out!" \n\nYou were grabbed by the collar of your shirt and pulled out of the pod. You saw the other pods opened at random and several other older men were pulled out just as forcefully as you were. The only reason that the officer didn’t bother with messing with you after pulling you out was the fact that your body was simply too weak to do anything after being woken from stasis. It would take at least an hour, maybe two before you would be able to move on your own, and another day or so before you could fully recover. Most of the time a cargo vessel like this would open the pods about a week before landing, allowing the passengers time to fully recover and help with final preparations to land the ship. \n\n“Is that all of them?” A second voice asks from across the room. \n\nIt was difficult to turn your head because you were so weak, but you saw the other man standing by the entrance to the stasis room. He was bent over one of the computer terminals and had to ask again if it was ‘all of them’ before he got a ‘yes sir’ for an answer. \n\n“Are you sure?” He asks. “We can’t afford to make a mistake.” \n\n“Yes sir.” The guy who pulled you out of the pod says. “That’s all the males between 20 and 50. I got a kid over here, probably [[about 15 or so]].”

“Here it comes, baby, here it comes.” He calls out just before he climaxes. \n<<set $man -= 3>> <<set $woman += 3>>\nYou feel the hot semen landing on your face. You want to avoid it and yet you can’t. You feel one large mass of cum after another splashing against your skin in thick wads. You can feel it from your forehead to your chin, some of it over you lips and a fair amount of it on your chin and cheek. He might have a smaller cock than you used to have but either his youth or just natural climax was larger than your climaxes used to be. The amount of cum on your face was somewhat impressive. \n[img[z/d.JPG]]\nWhen he was finished he moved off the bed and headed to the bathroom as you laid in the bed and felt the cum on your face. You tried to finally open your eyes but a bit of cum dripped into one of them and you were forced to close your eyes again, only you accidentally opened your mouth by mistake and got a strong flavor of his cum on your [[tongue in the process]].

Even the little “costumes” that you might be required to wear could be counted more as a “slut wear” than proper outfits. Small little skirts that barely covered your ass, blouses that were far too tight and the only way to wear them was to keep the upper buttons undone. There were a few “nurses and maids” outfits that would have gotten anyone fired from a real hospital or cleaning services. Even the outfits that you had to learn how to wear for fancy masquerade balls were nothing more than a simple mask over your eyes and a little bit of fabric if you were lucky. Most of the time it was nothing more than a little bit of “sexy lingerie” and maybe a pasty to cover your nipples if you were lucky, which was rare as most of the time the breasts were fully exposed. \n[img[z/13.JPG]]\nBut at least you weren’t the only one who had to wear this sort of thing around the complex. The other slaves who were considered “quest entertainment” had to wear the same sort of things that you had to wear. Of course, there was a slight difference in that they were both male and female slaves, so seeing a larger group dressed in the similar fashion wasn’t quite as bad. Sadly however, it was the “concubines” who had to be sure that everyone was dressed properly, or that their hair and makeup was done just right. And that was at least when you weren’t busy “working” as concubine. When you were “working”, you were spending most of the time with Brad or his cousin Tim as they conducted business or [[simply wanted to go out in public and show]] off. \n\n

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<<set $age += 5>> \nJake Elton, <<print $age>> year old male. \n[img[z/Jake.JPG]]\nJake Elton is almost like the middle brother to Larry and Tom. He has Larry’s confidence and yet doesn’t have his build. He has Tom’s ability to shrug off credit and pass it off to someone else, and yet doesn’t have his shyness or awkward social interactions. Yet, while he is almost like a middle brother to the two of them in different ways, he is actually younger than both of them which mean that he is the one that gets picked on the most for not being as “built” as the other two are. Yet, he has a nice body in general. \n\nOn the ship: Jake is serious while in the engine room, taking no lip from anyone, not even the captain. As long as you are within the confines of the engine section, he is the king of all that he sees. But once outside of the engine room, he is a kitten that will easily cave to any demand after a little bit of affection. Making him easy to manipulate or take advantage of him. Not that anyone would, because like most families, he is seen as the “Golden boy” and can do no wrong, even though he enjoys getting away with as much as possible. \n\nOff the ship: Jake is the mirror image of Lucy while in port. The best clubs, the best drinks, the best women. He simply can’t get enough of any of them. How Jake and Lucy just don’t become a couple, nobody knows. And when you take into account that Lucy and Jake have spent the night with each other more than anyone else, it is even more confusing. Yet, maybe they don’t want to be seen as a couple because it is easier to arrange for threesomes with “a stranger” for both of them as long as they aren’t considered together. \n\n<<back>>\n

Just like her nickname, you heard the “thump, thump, thump” of Walter’s thrusts inside of her. The two of them were going at it without a care in the world, and from the sounds of Irene’s cries, it could only have been called a “good fuck” because it wasn’t long before her moans turned into cries as she started to climax. Yet, despite your efforts to ignore the two of them and keep your mind on the controls in front of you, it wasn’t long before you were paying more attention to them than you were the controls. \n[img[z/za.gif]]\nYou heard Walter cry out and watched from the corner of your eye as he slammed his cock into her one last time and started to have his own climax. You heard Irene’s cries of joy and encouragements to “dump that hot load into me”. There was no doubt in your mind that they both had a wonderful time while you were supposed to be working. But after climaxing inside of her, Walter gave her a kiss before walking out of the [[engine room still dripping wet]]. \n\n

----------------\n<<pink>>“So that’s it, huh?” <</pink>>A small girl asked in your sleep. <<pink>>“You are going [[to become a killer]]? Well, don’t expect me to help. I have no desire to kill anyone.” <</pink>>\n-----------------\n\n

You would have thought that your training would have started either the start of the following week, or maybe even the beginning of the following month. But it started the very next morning after only getting about four hours of sleep when you were rather rudely waken by a large man in your room running his hands over your body and fondling your breasts. \n\n“Morning honey.” He says as he smiles at you. “You have a nice set of tits on you. I bet you would make me a lot of money.” \n\n“Get off me.” You tell him.\n\nYet you can’t get him to remove his hands from you. You try to push him away, and you try to slap his face, but it doesn’t do you any good. He is clearly too big to force off of you and too indifferent to your pleas to simply pass up the chance to use your body any way he wants to. \n\n“Come on, slut.” He says as he crawls on the bed over you. “Let’s be friends.” \n\n“Get the fuck off me.” You say one more time as you try to knee him in the nuts. “Leave me alone.” \n\n“Oh, don’t be that way.” He says as he pins one of you wrists against the bed. “Tell you what. I’ll be nice. You just give me a good blowjob and I’ll make sure nobody bothers you. You are going to need a friend while you are here. You know what happens if you fail, right? You give me a good blowjob and I can make sure [[you pass your first few]] weeks.”

“Oh fuck yes!” Penny screams out as she starts to convulse against your face. \n\nYou could feel her body shivering against your lips. The odd uncontrollable spasm of her body as she climaxed again and again. Not just one single extended climax, but multiple climaxes that simply caused her body to virtually ripple in pleasure. And if the way her pelvis against your face reacted wasn’t enough to let you know that she was climaxing, the sheer volume of her voice as she cried out again and again would have been enough to make things obvious to anyone. \n\nAt some point in her climax you started to hear an odd thumping sound against the wall. It took you a slight second to slightly shift your head a little more and look up along her body to realize what was causing the noise. Penny’s hand was pounding the wall above her head as she cried out. From your new angle you could see just how firm her nipples had gotten due to being so aroused, as well as see her head rolled backward and supported by her neck as she continued to climax again and again. \n\nBut all of that didn’t really matter. At least not to you at the moment. You knew that after a climax like this that it was only a matter of time before her hand would stop pushing your head against her crotch and away from it. And sure enough after a little longer, continuously licking her clit as fast as possible, she started to softly shove against your forehead. Then the soft shove started to take on a little more force, and it wasn’t long before she was trying to squirm away from your mouth and pushing against your [[forehead as much as]] possible.

It annoyed the shit out of you that you had to go all the way up to the bridge to get into your ‘battle station’. But then again, what could you do about it anyway. The engines had been shorted out by the disrupting weapons the pirates had used and it would take you hours to fix them and get them working again. Hours that you clearly didn’t have with people shooting at each other. And it wasn’t like you could pick and choose where you wanted to fight the pirates off, you really didn’t want to fight any of them. So, you simply went to your position and did your best to get your protective gear into place as you got ready to fend off the attackers. \n[img[z/45.JPG]]\nBut could you really call it ‘protective’ gear? That was the question you asked yourself as you finally reached the intersection you were supposed to defend from. It was clearly old equipment originally designed in the days when people still used ineffective ‘bullets’ instead of energy weapons. Oh, it would protect you from a knife, and probably do a fair job of protecting you from shrapnel. But as far as protecting you from a full-force explosion or lasers and plasma weapons? You might as well be showing up wearing your bra and panties and nothing else. The gear hadn’t really changed, because that would cost too much, [[but the weapons surely had]]. \n\n

“Holy shit, are you kidding? You want to run away from home because you have to serve?” The shop owner says. “Shit, B, burn the bitch where she sits. I’ll clean up the mess.” \n\n“Now hold on.” B says. “Let’s hear her out before we burn her. So you don’t want to serve is that it?” \n\n“No, I don’t.” You tell her. “Just look over the port. You must have seen that big ship they are working on. You know that they are building it because they plan on using it some day. I don’t want to kill someone, or be killed for that matter.”\n\n“What are you? A peace freak?” The guy asks. “Come on, B. This little slit is just wasting time.” \n\n“I will be the judge of that.” B says. “Go back out front Chuck. I’ll handle this.” \n\n“Are you sure?” Chuck asks. “I can cover her if you want.” \n\n“You just want to fuck her.” B says. “Something like this is a delicate thing just between us girls. You [[go on up front]] and I’ll handle it.”

“I guess.” You finally admit. “But I wouldn’t like it.” \n\n“I don’t either.” She admits. “Well, not having to do it. But when you get used to it, and the right guys? Well, you can enjoy it. Sometimes, I just enjoy it because I’m feeling horny. You know? Sometimes a girl just wants to get fucked. And those two that we were with have always been fun. So, yeah. With them, I really get into it. Some of the other patrols, not so much.” \n\n“But I’ve never done that sort of thing.” You tell her. “Hell, I’ve never done anything at all.” \n\n“I kind of figured.” She says as she smiles at you. “The way you acted afterward in the bathroom and all. I got the feeling that you haven’t been with that many guys and it was too much for you.” \n\n“It was.” You admit. “And it bothered me. I hated it.” \n\n“Oh, you get used to the taste after awhile.” She says. “Hell, just ask Larry if you want some practice. You give him a blowjob or two and he’ll be your best friend in the world. He loves to have his dick sucked more than fucking you. Not that he’s a bad fuck. Just going down on him does it for him.” \n\n“But you?” You ask her. “You, well, you don’t strike me as the type of girl who would let [[herself to be used that]] way.” \n

The next few hours were uncomfortable as you were bound, gagged and blindfolded for transportation. You realized that this wasn’t done to be cruel, but to keep the slave from being able to have any real information about where they were or where they were going. No wonder people didn’t resist more often. What are you going to do? Get out of the house and go, where? You had been on this planet for a few weeks now and you still didn’t know what the name of it was. Nor the name of the city you were in, nor what street your residency was on. All you knew about this planet was that it was warm enough to not need a lot of clothes, the days lasted about 26 hours and that the air was clean. Other than that, you didn’t know a thing. \n<<set $oral = "horrible">> <<set $orre = "avoiding his climax">>\nBut that night, you learned something very important. Having a hard cock inside of your ass was not as bad as you had always assumed it would have been. Not that you were going to say that you liked it because you really didn’t. But at least it was made tolerable by the way that Tracy’s tongue constantly ran along your spine as she softly teased your breasts as it happened. You didn’t enjoy having to spend the nigh with him between you and Tracy, but you did enjoy being in a bed again. For the first time in over a month you [[actually got a full night]] of sleep. \n\n

<<set $age += 4>>\nA <<print $age>> year old, dark haired beauty. \n[img[z/Vicky.JPG]]\n<<if $slave eq "kept concubine" or $slave eq "guest entertainment" or $slave eq "head slave">>\nVicky hated your guts from the moment she saw you. You were taking away her “protected and pampered” status as a concubine and thanks to you she was being reassigned to entertain guests. This meant that she had to still put up with you, and that caused a lot of problems with her taking out her anger at you on Tracy. More than once the two of you had to be threatened with punishment to either stay silent or to keep away from each other. \n\nVicky has never forgiven you for taking her spot in the bedroom. Whenever the two of you have to be together for any sort of sexual activity, she uses it as an excuse to dominate you and tries to humiliate you if possible. The more of a “mess” you are afterward the better, and while she is fully aware of the lines that can not be crossed, she will be more than happy to push things all the way to the limit. \n\nYou think that Vicky is nothing more than a selfish bitch that has been treated “too kindly” for far too long. For a slave, she has a strange sense of superiority as well as a sense of privilege over other slaves. You also think that the two of you would have been natural enemies under any condition and that the best thing to do is simply to avoid her if at all possible. \n<<endif>>\n<<if $slave eq "runaway slave" or $slave eq "rebel leader">>\nYou killed her when she tried to stop you and turn you over to the authorities. \n<<endif>>\n<<back>>

But you had finally reached the centralized hub and from there you at least had been told what sector you had to be in. You just had to get to that sector without being robbed, raped, or killed. Not an easy task to do for someone who was untrained to defend herself, and despite “B” assurance that the burner you had on your hip was a good one and accurate up to 25 meters, you sorely wished to have a plasma-pistol that would give you a wider shot and a longer range. The plas-pis was somewhat illegal in some parts, mostly because it was more or less a long-distance shotgun where the shot spread out over distance. But on Binder, nobody seemed to really care that much for the law as you saw a few plas-pistols on people’s hips as you made your way to the bar to meet “B’s” contact. \n\nOnce at the bar however, things were a little tricky. Apparently the bartender had never heard of the name of Carter and he completely refused to acknowledge that there was anyone on Binder by that name or the rough description that you had for him. Even after slipping him an extra $50 Sterling he refused to acknowledge the name. \n\nYou were starting to really panic as you sat in one of the corner booths of the small bar, trying desperately to come up with another plan. You had either missed your “contact” or he had never existed and that put a serious problem in your path that you had to overcome. You were trying desperately to think about what to do and yet still give off the “vibe” that you didn’t want to be disturbed. More than once you had to reach for and touch the burner on the table to indicate that the guy who was interested in you should move [[along and not say anything]].

<<set $age += 6>> \nNeil Shelton, <<print $age>> year old male. \n[img[z/Neil.JPG]]\nNeil Shelton is possibly the biggest “geek” you’ve ever met. He thinks of the entire ship as his “baby” and you have seen him actually pampering equipment by talking to it as he repairs it. Due to this odd behavior, most of the crew tends to give Neil a lot of privacy. Nobody is sure if this behavior is simply a way of distracting himself from the dangers of the profession, some sort of mental deficiency, or simply a way to cope with his loneliness. Whatever the real reason, it is somewhat unsettling the first few times that you hear him asking a relay why it doesn’t love him anymore. \n\nOn the ship: Neil is one damn mechanic, able to either fix or patch systems that most mechanics would have given up on. There is not a single system on the ship that he does not know like the back of his hand. He could easily run the engine room by himself if he wanted to, and probably do a better job at it than most two-man crews could do. But there is an inherent risk with only one person running the engine room and that is going insane from isolation. Yet, despite his odd behavioral habits, Neil is possibly the most loved person on the ship because he seems to be the most “innocent”.\n\nOn a raid: Neil doesn’t really seem to be that careful with whom he “tags” when storming a building. Men, women, children, old, young, healthy or sick, it just doesn’t matter. If you are breathing, you are going to be hit with a tranq-dart. Even though this style of storming a building would result in a constant reprimand from your captain, it rarely happens. Probably because the captain is more afraid of losing Neil’s mechanical skills by yelling at him than he is about being upset about having to leave “tagged targets” behind. \n\n<<back>>\n

But what the fuck did you know about being a teenage girl? You knew how to fuck the hell out of one of them, when you were a man. But being one? You might as well have been born with four heads. You didn’t have the slightest clue what to do or how to act. You knew that you were in serious trouble and that you had to watch not just what you said around people but what you did as well. The slightest mistake on your part could easily result in someone asking too many questions or being arrested. How the fuck does a 18 year old girl travel the galaxy on her own without getting arrested? Where the fuck do you get the money to travel across the galaxy? How the fuck do you even find travel papers that would get you pass the border without being arrested? \n\nWhat had been an effort to avoid capture and simply ‘nudge’ the girl along as she did most of the work to get you home was now completely up to you. You had to find the answers as you went along and figure out the best way to do it without getting killed or arrested. The first thing you had to do was at least see what you had to work with. You quickly searched the room and realized that in your confused state you had gone to the room you had booked on the spacecraft. \n\nOkay, that wasn’t a bad start. It at least meant that you could access your ‘getaway cash’ and you had something to work with. But all your cash was Orion Confederacy money. That meant that it was going to be tricky to spend. Most places in the universe did not accept Orion money. But it at least meant you weren’t completely broke and you could eat when the ship landed. You were only going ‘closer’ to the border, not crossing it at this point. You still had time and you still had a long way to go. You simply had to keep your [[wits about you]] and see what you could find out.

The laughter that echoed in the hallway as Penny headed back to the concubine quarters annoyed the hell out of you. You wanted to grab her head and slam her face against the wall again and again. Bt the look of fear and panic that Tracy gave you stopped you from moving. And if that wasn’t enough to keep your anger under control, at least Hilda was able to say something, although she had to wipe a large amount of cum away from her eye to open both of them. \n\n“God, I hate that shit.” She whispers. “Sitting there like a damn fool as those pigs jerk off again and again. Master says it’s good for morale to let the workers release some pent up frustration. I’m just glad that nobody is allowed to touch anyone. Some of those animals will get out of hand if they could actually touch us. But there are strict orders. Nobody is allowed to touch the girls assigned to room 12. Oh, they can cum all over us, but they can’t touch.” \n\n“Can we go now?” Tracy whispers. “I just want to get cleaned off and go see Poppy.” \n\n“Of course, dear.” Hilda says. “I know how you feel.” \n\nIt was odd to think that Hilda and Tracy had a slight “bonding moment” by being the targets of a massive hours-long circle jerk. But clearly having Hilda next to her had kept Tracy at least slightly sane during the whole thing. And for Hilda it was probably another day of humiliation, but at least she didn’t have to go through it alone this time as her way of being “welcomed back” after having her baby. So, maybe it did make a little sense that the two of [[them were a little]] closer to each other.

<<set $age += 3>>\nA <<print $age>> year old, dark haired beauty. \n[img[z/Dana.JPG]]\nDana has a steady supply of regulars and she will sometimes ask you to take care of one or two, if she is busy. Her “specialty” is anal sex. \n\nDana has taken pity on you because of how much you struggled with having sex. She has tried to give you pointers and helpful suggestions, some of which you appreciated. She also enjoys working with you because she is bi-sexual and has always liked your breasts. \n\nYou think that Dana has a secret crush on you, but you can’t prove it. You appreciate the fact that she actually reached out to you in friendship and didn’t hold your lack of experience, or lack of desire to be in this sort of career, against you. You have the feeling that under different conditions she would have been someone who you could have looked up to as a “big sister”.\n\n<<back>>\n

You were shocked when your crotch grew warmer and warmer. It felt like someone had started to direct a river of semen inside of you. You were shocked that you were so sensitive in the crotch at the moment. You knew that the man fucking you was still pumping his cock inside of you, but each time he pressed his cock deeper inside of you it felt like a tidal wave of semen being released. \n\nAgain and again, you got the odd sensation of a man climaxing inside of you. You felt each spurt, experienced each twitch; you could even feel your vaginal walls being teased as his cock pulsed. And yet the man actually fucking you at the moment kept going like nothing was happening. You looked up at him, wondering just how much longer he could hold out on the verge and not have a climax while you were feeling a climax each time that he moved the tip of his cock inside of you. \n\n---------------\n<<pink>>"Feels good, doesn’t it?" <</pink>> Eve asked.\n----------------\n\n“Yes.” [[You whisper]]. \n\n

And that was something that really made you think long and hard about what you were doing with Rick. You were doing things that you knew felt good to you as a man. You tried to suck Rick’s cock like you used to like having your own cock sucked. You tried to “act” like the girls who you used to enjoy fucking when you were a man. It wasn’t that you were faking any of your reactions to being stimulated; you had several really intense orgasms. But it was clear to you, that you were still just “acting a part” while having sex and you weren’t really sure if you liked it as much as you did because you really did enjoy it, or if that was simply a “part of your act”. \n<<set $expect = "good looking but bloodthirsty">>\nIt was confusing to you, and while you never refused to do something when you could, you weren’t exactly trying your best to do things either. You had noticed a couple of the other crewmembers “flirting with you” from time to time, but nothing that you took seriously. And if anyone was to make a pass at you and really mean it? Well, it should be Dave who actually spent more time with you than anyone else, including Rick. If Dave wanted to fool around and just have fun with someone he liked, it would be you. It was a confusing time and you knew that you still had weeks, if not months, to go before you started to make your way back to port to re-supply and sell off your stolen goods. \n\nYet, you weren’t stupid about spending your free time debating what you were really feeling and what you were pretending to feel while you were having sex with Rick. Whenever you could see him, you were happy to do what you could, even if it was simply sitting and talking to him. But most of your time was spent working or at the range, practicing on a few of the other weapons you weren’t that familiar with. It was strange to think that the best way to blow off steam, or shake off boredom, on the ship was fucking or firing a weapon. Yet, as different as those two activities were? Well, you spent more time on the range practicing [[than anyone else on the ship]].

For someone who just a few minutes ago was proud of scoring eight confirmed kills on your second raid, you were suddenly overwhelmed with sadness that Dave had been killed. No wonder the captain had insisted on seeing you in private on the bridge before heading back to your ship. You needed to have time to both get over your emotional shock of Dave’s death as well as assume the position as soon as you stepped back onto your ship without delay. \n<<set $man -= 10>> <<set $woman += 10>>\nYou would have normally felt ashamed for standing there with your head on his shoulder and crying while both of you were completely nude. Yet, for some strange reason the actual contact of flesh on flesh was reassuring to you. It wasn’t a sexual thing, just a connection of being humans and no matter what you did; you were still soft and fragile in some way or the other. It was not the best time for you, but yet you never felt closer to anyone on the crew than you did with the captain in that one brief moment. Not even Rick had been able to get this sort of raw emotional reaction out of you. \n\nA few minutes later you found yourself slowly bringing the reactors back to full power instead of their standby setting. You knew that a few people on the ship were going to be in their cabins crying about Dave being killed, but you no longer had that luxury. You had to keep the reactors going and clearing out Dave’s cabin to use as your own. You left all of the technical manuals and other technical books in the room and simply removed the more personal items. You were surprised at just how few of his personal items [[were actually in the room]].

It almost cost your entire stash of get-away money, and it had placed you in a risky position of having to do something you weren’t entirely comfortable with. But it had started you on the way home. It wasn’t going to be easy, but it wasn’t going to take you years to get home. If there was a bright spot to any of it? Well, if you were captured within the Alpha states on a slave-raid, it would be quicker getting home to report in to your supervisors as you would be sent to the capital planet anyway. \n<<set $shoot = "basic training">>\nBut when the stasis pod for your trip to the Congo closed around you, the panic started to set in. Your life was no longer in your hands at the moment. You knew that the pilot was from the States, and if his own personal issues with transporting a possible slave-trader got the better of him over the next few weeks, he could simply space you without anyone knowing about it. Not to mention of course if your papers were discovered to be falsified that you would be imprisoned as a slave yourself when you landed. And that was all on top of actually getting out of Fed-space. The risks at the moment were so high that you gave yourself roughly a 25 percent chance [[of ever waking up again]]. \n\n

So obviously, as the crews got louder and louder laughing and cheering each other on to drink more, the music got louder. As the music got louder, more and more crews were looking to dance, or making fun of crewmembers who weren’t dancing with them. As the volume increased, and the beers started to take effect on people, the yelling and shouting grew louder as well. That wasn’t including the noises from the various gambling tables, the various other games of entertainment as well as the two or three different sports games being shown on various displays. But as long as you were happy to semi-shout at the person across from you at the table, you could hold a conversation, if only for a little bit before having to stop to drink or play some sort of game with someone. \n\nAnd that was how things turned a little odd for you. You didn’t mean to drink as much as you did. At least not at first you didn’t. But you had been pressured to join the “toasts” to a successful pilot who had landed the ship twice, then another round of “toasts” to the ship as a whole and another round of “toasts” for being back at port and in a bar. Before you knew it, you had already downed several mugs of beer, with various pitchers of beer either full or empty on the table, depending on how long they had been there. Before long, you were drunker than you had expected to be. And like all “drunks”, it became harder and harder to keep up with the number of beers or shots of harder alcohol you’ve been drinking over the course of the night. \n\nEve wasn’t any help, at least not from what you could tell in your slightly drunken haze. You could tell that she had already been a ‘light weight’ as far as drinking was concerned by the fact that the amount of beer it took to get ‘buzzed’ was less than half of what it used to take you to simply feel ‘mellow’. So, maybe that wasn’t exactly her fault as she weighed less than you used to and had a smaller frame. But even if you dismissed the body, there was no doubt that Eve was plastered long before you were. At least judging by the silly singing she was doing inside of your head and the way she was enthusiastically agreeing with someone’s point of view. So, having a drunk teenager in your head didn’t help keep you on the ‘straight and narrow’, it pretty much pushed you further [[down the path of drinking]] than you would have preferred.

Instantly the officers stepped out of the patrol vehicle and approached you, and that was when you realized the huge mistake you had made. In your eagerness to get away from the slavers you had completely forgotten the fact that you were in the Orion Confederacy. It wasn’t until you saw the uniform and read the insignia “frontier-force” that you realized just how much trouble you were in. \n\nYou never even felt the blast from the stun-gun hitting you. One second you were simply looking at the officer and the next your body was hit like someone had punched you in the thigh, knocking you flat onto your face as you were handcuffed and tossed into the back of the patrol vehicle and left there as you were taken to the small community that you had escaped from. \n\nYou could hear the sounds of a fire-fight between the slavers and the townsfolk, and coming from the rear without any sort of notice the officers were able to quickly take up position behind your former slave-crew. You heard the sounds of the sonic grenades going off, thankful that you were at least inside the vehicle to help limit the shock of the high-pitched sound designed to cripple anyone that was caught within the radius of the blasts [[without some sort of]] protection.\n\n

Again and again he drove his hard cock into your throat. Over and over the rounded head of his dick forced your throat open as he pumped his cock into your mouth. Relentlessly his balls slapped against your eyes and dragged along your forehead. You felt your nose being slapped by the odd little divot between his balls and cock. And you could feel the short pubic hairs of his crotch tickling your chin as he fucked your mouth without mercy. \n[img[z/15.JPG]]\nAnd without mercy is the only way to really describe the way he was treating you. You tried once to use your hand to push him back a little more to ease up on you. Only you ended up having to stifle a scream of pain as he gave your right breast such a painful slap that stung for several seconds after he moved his [[hand to pin you more to the bed]].\n\n

One by one the men approached you and slipped his cock inside of your wet pussy. Between your own climax and Shawn’s tongue, there was no doubt at all that you were ‘well lubricated’ for each man to penetrate your vagina. Almost as soon as a man finished making the final ‘adjustments’ to your position on the small couch, his cock slid into you with little or no resistance at all. Each man was different, at least as far as length and thickness, but they all shared one thing in common, they clearly were not interested in being gentle with how they fucked you. \n\nAs the first man started to slightly hurt, you told him to slow down and ease up. The look you got from his face told you that wasn’t what you were supposed to say. Something that was made perfectly clear by the way the director told him to start fucking you harder. You heard the occasional ‘fuck her harder’ coming from the director from time to time and the occasional ‘really pound that pussy’ from Shawn as well. Only she was a little busy off to the side of the ‘set’ [[being filmed sucking on]] several dicks in order to keep them hard before they were able to spend time with you. \n\n

Thanks to the sonic grenade, your slave-trading crew never heard the commands as the rifles were raised and pointed your direction. But you heard each word, knowing that it would be the last sound you ever heard in your life. \n[img[z/zc.JPG]]\n“Ready.” One of the officers yelled. “Aim. Fire!” \n\nLook at your [[final stats]].

Tracy started to suckle one of his nuts as if it was honey. You were able to watch her again and again lick his nuts from the bottom all the way up to the base of his cock. Her tongue was moving in thick paths as well as slightly flickering up and down as she got closer to his erection. At one point she ran her tongue all the way from the base of his balls and along the underside of his cock in one continuous motion. She almost shoved your head out of the way to run her tongue over the head of his cock and then easily engulf his full seven inches or so. It was an impressive sight to witness and you only wished that you were still a male to be able to feel a girl providing oral pleasure the way she was. \n<<set $anal = "very tight">> <<set $anres = "painful unless distracted">>\nYou watched as Tracy moved up and down on his shaft without the slightest struggle. You couldn’t believe that such a timid girl was such a highly skilled cock-sucker. She had a passion about the whole thing that was hard to ignore, and while you were fully aware that you were in a female body, you still reacted like a male at visual stimulation. Watching her working his cock in such a way was arousing to you and it made you feel a strange desire to be more like Tracy and actually able to enjoy it instead of struggling again and again and gagging if you went too far down on him. \n<<set $bj += 1>> <<set $face += 1>> <<set $ass += 1>>\nBut he suddenly stood up and you knew that he was about to cum from the way that he moaned as Tracy continued to drive her face against his crotch. You had a wonderful close-up profile view of her lips going from the tip to the base of his cock and back to the tip again. It was like watching a skilled artist at work, and no matter how you felt about it at the moment; it was something that you simply couldn’t [[avoid watching]].

The Orion Confederacy, also known as “The Feds” or simply “Feds”, is a fascist faction that has a strong military and has a very controlled population. From birth until death, the main purposes of the general population is to have a government education, serve 5 or 10 years in mandatory military service and then take whatever job the “Government” needs most. This results in a population that is afraid of their own military and police forces. Family members will turn each other in for rewards, often knowing that it may result in death of those family members. \n\nThe population is not seen as ‘very bright’ but are almost always in good health due to governmental health care and daily exercise that keeps all ‘able bodied men and women’ between the ages of 15 to 60 in peak physical condition. The ‘average family’ consists of the father (Head of the house), the mother (care-giver) and normally four to five children, sometimes more. The “family” is important to the average “Federalist”, but only to the point that the family always comes second to the government. \n\nIt is possible to say that most of the people in the Orion Confederacy have been brainwashed since birth to ‘serve the state’, but that is untrue. Because service and loyalty are highly rewarded, most “Federalist” view the government as a loving grandfather figure who showers the “good kids” with love and affection but punishes those who are “bad kids” when they misbehave.\n\nSlavery is outlawed in the Orion Confederacy, however like most “fascist” or “restrictive” societies, their “underground” (criminal element or black market) is highly profitable, but highly dangerous. The Orion Confederacy has both local police and “State Police”. The local police have the legal right to detain and imprison. The “State Police” have the legal right for summary executions, often in the middle of town. \n\n<<back>>

You saw the tears on her face as she looked at you and even when he yelled at her for lifting your head off of his cock you could see her physically flinch afraid about what was about to happen to her. But she simply could not stand pushing your head down on him any longer and had to let you go, no matter what the punishment was going to be. You wanted to at least thank her for finally letting up on your head, but if you did or said anything at this point it would be only adding fuel to the fire. You silently watched as he grabbed Tracy’s head and pulled her face few inches from his own. \n<<set $trust = "laugh at the thought of being able to">>\n“Who told you to let her up? Huh!” He almost yells at her. \n<<set $expect = "better off being filled with cum">>\nYou could see the fear and tears in her eyes and while she had been crying earlier about having to do what she did, she was starting to cry like a newborn baby at this point. She knew what was going to happen to her, but she simply would not be able to live with herself if she had to keep forcing you to do what you were doing. You knew that you had to step in, knowing the dangers of doing so at this point. \n\n“Master, please.” You say to the man, who you still didn’t even know his name although you could still taste his cum. “Forgive her. Tracy is a sweet girl who just needs time to [[adjust to a new master]]. Please.”

“Not exactly how I would have put it.” You say as you chuckle to yourself. “But, yeah. I guess that pretty much sums it up.”\n\n<<pink>>“Well, they both have their advantages.”<</pink>> Eve starts. <<pink>>“But if I had to pick one? I guess I would rather have a guy who could last a while longer than normal. I mean, bigger dicks I notice more because of how uncomfortable you feel about them. But, between you and me, it takes a bit for him to get past your barriers and start to get me worked up. But if he can last a long time, yeah, I kind of enjoy it more than you do. At least it feels that way to me.”<</pink>>\n\n“So, it isn’t just my imagination.” You admit to her. “I guess I can kind of sense the way you feel about it. After all, I noticed that when a guy is quick, I’m really upset about it. But if he can last a while, I kind of enjoy it more than I thought I would.”\n\n<<pink>>“Well, how much of that is me and how much of that is you?”<</pink>> Eve counters your argument. <<pink>>“After all, I only get a slight sensation of what is happening, that’s why it takes so much for me to enjoy it. But you? You feel all of it from the start. So clearly you should be the one who has the biggest reaction from having sex. Whenever you stop trying to fight yourself about it, that is. Look, I’ll stop saying you are really gay and don’t want to admit it, as long as you are willing to admit [[that you may be bi-sexual]].”<</pink>>\n------------------

And yet, despite the fact that you knew that it was going to hurt, there was a part of you that was still kind of curious about it. Or rather to be more accurate, the part of you that you thought of as “Eve” was curious about it. And since she was sharing the same mind with you, you could easily feel her curiosity or emotional feelings. And if those emotional feelings were really strong, something like anger or fear, then you couldn’t really tell if those feelings were your own real feelings or just her feelings. \n\nSo while you were reluctantly guided to the large bed in the room, you weren’t so reluctant that you did anything to stop him from guiding you towards the bed. Even when you felt the edge of the bed against your hamstrings, you still didn’t really do anything to stop him from guiding you into position. One moment you were simply standing next to the bed with the edge just above your knees, the next you heard his belt making an odd clank sound as his pants hit the floor. The next thing you really registered was the fact that you could feel the warmth of his hard cock pressed against your right butt cheek. \n\nAnd as soon as you did feel the heat of his cock you simply couldn’t stop yourself from turning your head so that you could look behind you and see how big his dick was. Surely you had to be imagining things because of how nervous you were about what was about to happen? Right? He really couldn’t [[be as big as he had felt against your]] bare skin. \n\n

Penny might not have any respect for you as far as having sex with another man, but when it came to being able to lick a pussy properly, she at least grudgingly admitted that you were “pretty good”. Well, maybe not with her words, she was not going to openly admit that she was enjoying the moment by saying anything at all. But the way her reactions caused her body to move, you knew that she had not expected you to be so “talented” in this sort of thing. \n\nThe soft hand on your head to tell you to keep focusing on her clit, the gentle moan from time to time, the soft but unmistakable way her hips started to move as she added a little more stimulation by fucking your tongue in the process. No, Penny might not have said anything at all, but the signals were clear that she was about to have a climax of her own. And if the signals of her body weren’t obvious enough, the fact that she actually started to become a little more vocal with the occasional “yes” was a pretty good idea. \n\n“Right there.” Penny says as her hand suddenly clasps the back of your head. “Right fucking there, you fucking cunt. Lick my clit, bitch! [[Lick it like you love it]].” \n\n

The fighting, if you wanted to call it that, was over well before it begun. The crew had already been on edge to begin with. But after two explosions that they must have felt if not heard, followed by the lights going crazy over their heads and various other alarms indicating massive damage happening throughout the ship, they simply didn’t have the nerve to stand around and fight anyone at all. The first time you poked your head around a bulkhead and saw someone on the other crew, he wasn’t even carrying a gun at all but a rather large tool box and yelling for someone to get him a few more tools. You simply hit him with the butt of your gun and dropped him to the floor. \n\nAnd while you met little to no resistance from people who were surrendering on the spot just to fix a problem, the rest of your crew met no resistance at all. Not even a spitball or harsh word in their direction. Since all of the “damage” had happened near the front of the ship, the need of the crew to repair things in order to let their captain know what was going on took precedent. You actually found the captain of the other ship on the bridge trying desperately to get someone on the radio to tell him what was going on and to give him a report about some kind of repair. \n\nOnly now you had a very strange problem on your hands. Normally after a successful attack there were several dead or wounded crewmembers that would have kept the numbers too few to be a problem. Simply put them into the dinning room and let them treat their wounded as you looted the ship, and by the time you were done they were normally too concerned about figuring out who could do what that they wouldn’t be a [[problem at all as you made your escape]].

Only you ended up being oddly strapped to the small cot without realizing it at all. One second you were trying to get feeling back into your butt by walking around, the next you were shoved and secured to the bed with quick clasps of cuffs that were already attached to the bed. And she did the exact same thing with Tracy that she did with you, only Tracy was turned the other way around. \n[img[z/30.JPG]]\nIt wasn’t a natural or comfortable way of doing it, but she had effectively forced the two of you to be on the bed in a crude version of 69’ing each other. Only now that you were in this sort of position did things get extremely rough for you to deal with. She actually sat on Tracy’s back, using one hand to shove Tracy’s head against your crotch and the other to try to shove her crotch against your head. And while Tracy wasn’t heavy, and Alice probably wasn’t all that heavy either, having the weight of both of them on top of you made it hard for you to breathe at all. And with the gags still in your mouth, being able to breathe became the only thing you could think about as you started to try [[to take deep intakes of air through your]] nose. \n\n

And the fact that as soon as Brad gave you the ‘okay’ to exit the vehicle and enter the studio, that feeling of not being able to relax only grew more noticeable. As soon as you were through the door, Shawn made a direct line to the man who was setting up the cameras and lights and headed off in the direction that he had pointed. You watched, unsure if you were supposed to follow her or not, as she disappeared into a small room that must have been the ‘office’ for lack of a better word. From where you were standing it appeared to be mostly a closet more than an office. \n<<set $gbang += 1>> <<set $vid += 1>>\nBut Shawn was gone long enough to make you feel a little more nervous than you already were and you started to head to the room to see what was going on. Only you were stopped about six steps from the door as Shawn finally reappeared from the room and gave you an odd smile before she grabbed your hand and headed off to what was clearly designated the ‘makeup department’ because of all the supplies on the desk. \n<<set $vag = "extremely tight">> <<set $expect = "cute but dumb">>\n“So, what’s going on?” You ask her. \n<<set $impress = "trying to play some kind of game">> \n“Nothing.” Shawn says as she makes a few minor touches to your hair and makeup. “I just wanted to know what sort of film we were doing. Nothing to worry about. It’s just another day at work.” \n<<set $vagres = "with men cumming inside of you">>\n“Meaning?” You ask her, knowing how she felt about you in general. \n<<set $trust = "don't know if they can">> \n“Meaning, you fuck a few guys and are done for the day.” She says, letting her frustration appear in her voice. “What difference does it make? You do this sort of thing all the time at work, don’t you? [[I mean fucking a guy and all]]?”

The mad scramble that ensues would have been funny to watch in a com-vid. But to see the complete confusion breaking out amongst the slaves as it finally sets in that this is their one chance to get away from the house was annoying to watch in person. Instead of doing what they were told and grabbing weapons or clothes to hide the “S” on their backs, they were too focused on grabbing the “valuables” that they could their hands on. \n\nLike anyone was going to buy a gold-plated candlestick from a slave, or pay anything at all for an old vase, or even bother with trying to pay for a small statue. Okay, maybe the slaves smart enough to grab the jewels might be able to get money for it, but not as long as they were still wearing outfits that let everyone see the “S” on their backs. There were three slaves that were actually smart enough to realize what was going on during the chaotic five minutes that followed you bashing the lady’s head in, and those three were the ones that you were happy to stick with. \n\nIt didn’t matter that you saw each other completely nude as you scrambled in the closet to find a wardrobe that would fit and would hide the distinctive marks on you back. Nor did it matter in the slightest that one of the two guys with you actually put his arm around you and kissed you for giving him his freedom back. You knew that he was simply swept up in the moment and there was nothing sexual about it, but it at least showed that he did have some “passion” [[left in him for life]] if nothing else. \n\n

And then there was the training on how to apply makeup, how to do your hair in various styles, how to give a massage to both a male or female, how to properly serve someone breakfast in bed, how to act when being “on duty” in the master’s office. And various other forms of etiquette to follow, most of which were more or less a variation of the same rule over and over again; keep your mouth shut at all times and stay out of the way as much as possible. \n[img[z/12.JPG]]\nOh sure, you were there to be seen. At least you were to be seen on a physically pleasing level in one way or the other. The various outfits you were allowed to wear would have been called “indecent” in most places, and completely downright “slutty” in others. Swimwear that was so reveling you couldn’t help but wonder why wear anything at all. Outfits that were made from sheer material, or fishnet material, anything that would easily be “see-through” without having to strain the eyes. Even your “formal wear” was nothing more than a dress that exposed far too much skin and could easily be removed with just the slightest movement of fabric. A problem that you had more than others because of your slightly larger breasts causing the shoulder straps to fall on their own without anyone touching it. Of course, not being allowed to wear any kind [[of underwear made things so]] much worse.\n\n

<<pink>>“Oh.”<</pink>> She says, sounding about as confused as you were. <<pink>>“I don’t really know. Most of the guys at work aren’t quite as big as he was, so you are kind of right. He was a bit more, well, intense, than the guys at work can be. But yeah, I have to admit, I was kind of disappointed with him in the end. I mean, there are guys at work who are real stallions compared to that guy, even if they aren’t packing as much. I don’t know which I would say I enjoyed more, the size he had or the amount of time the guys at work can last before they cum. But, well, between you and me, I kind of like the guys at work who can last longer. At least then you know that you are really working and not just going through the motions.”<</pink>>\n\n“So it wasn’t just me?” You ask her as you sit down and look at yourself in the mirror. “I wasn’t the only one who was kind of let down by it all.” \n\n<<pink>>“Well, to be honest? No, I guess it wasn’t just you.”<</pink>> She admits. <<pink>> “I don’t know if I would really call what we did a good time or not. I mean, it kind of was. At least we were both starting to enjoy it. But, it was over way too soon. I mean, if you had to do it all over again, would you want to be with the same guy or the one Joe was with? I guess that’s the real question, isn’t it? [[Length of erection or length of time]]?” <</pink>>\n\n

That wasn’t likely as you were the one that was supposed to be at the helm to oversee the lift-off. But the captain and navigator could easily take care of that if you weren’t with them. But it seemed strange to sit next to the medic who put her arm around you like you were the best friends in the universe and feel her pride coming off of her at the fact that you had gotten bloody in your first raid. It was like a badge of honor to her, and despite your own misgivings, it was hard to ignore the difference that the others showed around you. \n\nYou were no longer an “unknown” in the group. You had proven yourself to them all, even the captain. Sure, your reaction might not have been “profitable”, but it had been “impressive” in its own way. Nobody doubted you anymore, and you noticed at times, that a few of them actually acted like you were going to be just fine in your new line of work. Hell, Scott himself actually helped you off the vehicle to prepare the spaceship for take off like you were his little daughter, lifting you up by the waist and lightly putting you on your feet like a feather. \n\nYou barely even remember walking to the bridge and strapping in as you prepared the ship for take-off. You were moving on auto-pilot yourself as you felt the engines start up and the ship slowly started to lift. It wasn’t the smoothest take off as you were still a little stunned at what you had done, but nobody seemed to bother you as you left the bridge to sleep in your hiber-bed as the navigator folded space for the return trip. You still had no clue how many slaves your [[first trip had resulted in]].

At some points during the night, it was more than one man, usually two. But a few times there were three or four who were using you at once. You don’t know just how there really were because it always looked like there was a new man in the mix. But at one point you saw the clock and knew that you had been raped over and over for the last seven hours with no end in sight. \n[img[z/n.JPG]]\nYet, just as suddenly as it had started, it had stopped. One more load of cum in your ass and you were left alone for a few minutes. At least you were left alone for a few minutes until someone actually cuffed your arms to the bed and left you alone as you curled up [[and cried yourself to]] sleep. \n\n

Not only were you supposed to pay for rent, but you were supposed to pay her back both for the check-up and the birth control device, and yet you hadn’t earned a single Sterling to pay her back. And on top of that, your own “get away cash” was now officially gone. You were living more on your good looks and water than anything else at the moment. You were behind on the amount of money you needed to pay, and it didn’t leave you any other option other than to be a bit “eager” to get to work. \n<<set $man -= 20>> <<set $woman += 20>> <<set $trust = "do not">>\nYet, no matter how much you thought about the money, it just wasn’t enough to take your mind off of what you were actually doing. You might not have been available for vaginal sex at the moment thanks to the doctor’s demand. But you were clearly available for both oral and anal sex, and Amanda reminded you of that fact by pointing out that it were time you started sucking down more than a [[glass of water every night]]. \n\n

“Not yet.” Dave tells him. “After the last trip out, I don’t want to lose another 5-grand making predictions before we land.” \n\n“Bah, wimp.” Geoff starts to chuckle. “It wasn’t your fault that Mack won. You should have known better than to bet against a tranq-net.” \n\n“Yeah, well, I’m not going to put any money in the pot this time around.” Dave replies. “How about you, smartass? How much you got riding on it?” \n\n“Oh, about 500 sterling.” Geoff replies as he turns back to look at his displays. “But I’m only going for a head count overall, not on who drags the most out of a single building.” \n\n“How about you Eve?” Dave asks. “How much you got riding on this trip’s pool?” \n\n“Uh, nothing.” You admit. \n\n“Nothing?” Geoff asks in shock. “Not even a quick hundred?” \n\n“Nope, nothing.” You tell him. “I figured I would get a bit more information [[before I started to place bets]].” \n\n

--------------\n“Well, young lady. Are you happy now?” You ask Eve, completely annoyed with her.\n[img[z/58.JPG]]\n<<pink>>“Uh, kind of?”<</pink>> She relies. <<pink>>“No, I’m not happy that we lost the fight. But, look, you have been riding my ass all trip about trying to fit in with the crew and being just another ‘member’, despite the fact that I didn’t want to even get onboard the ship in the first place. Well, that isn’t true; I didn’t mind getting on the ship. I just didn’t want to be bothered with dealing with everyone on a daily basis. But you kept pushing me to ‘get along and play nice’ with people and make friends. Well, [[I finally did and you]] are still bitching about it.” <</pink>>\n\n

For your navigator to give the command meant that your captain was either dead or unable to speak at the moment. Either way, things were quickly going to hell and your training was the only thing that kept you from being shot by the first police officer to step out of the door to finish Scott off. You pulled the trigger once on your weapon, dropping him where he stood before he could get to Scott and started to run away as fast as possible, dropping the now pointless pistol used to incapacitate people and reaching for your own plas-pistol for something that was deadlier to use. \n\nIt was a short firefight between the police and the crew of the ship. You don’t know how many police were there, but you never seemed to run out of available targets to fire at. Your shots were wild, mostly meant to pin someone down while someone else reloaded. And while the plas-pistol was a great weapon to use in a combat situation, you had been firing off enough shots with your pistol that the barrel started to melt, making the weapon as [[effective as throwing spitballs]]. \n\n

But simply walking out on a crew was something else entirely. It would give you a horrible reputation, one that would hang over your head for a long time. And by simply walking out on the crew, the captain was free to tell other captains not to hire you. If he really wanted to put you on a blacklist and prevent you from being hired, all he had to do was simply type out a short bulletin and post it with the port authority. They would broadcast your name, image and record of walking out on people to every ship that landed or was preparing to take off for the next five years. You have already seen a few bulletins yourself, so you knew that it was possible. \n[img[z/zal.JPG]]\nBut you were surprised when you walked off the ship to see you weren’t the only one. The medic and the supply officer both had small bags over their shoulders or under their arms as you walked down the short gantry to the port. Nobody said a word to anyone, and when you walked in the door, all three of you took off in different directions. If it was planned or not to go your own ways, you don’t know. But it was a clear sign that this was no longer a “crew” [[and never could be]]. \n\n

<<if $name eq "James Mills">>\nJames Mills. 56 years old, rather handsome male who has spent the last 15 years deep undercover.\n[img[z/jm.jpg]]\nYou are one of the universe’s most hated individuals, a spy. While you have been somewhat successful the last 15 years being deep undercover in the Orion Confederacy, the military attack plans were simply too important to pass on through normal channels. Not to mention that it was time for you to return home and retire. You had been contacted by your ‘handler’ for the last four years telling you that you could come home any time you want. But you knew something ‘big was about to happen’ and had decided to stay just a little longer.\n\nYou are highly skilled in piloting various spacecraft, various firearms, various computer skills, a qualified field medic and bribing officials. While you haven’t had a lot of use for some of these skills working as a mid-level aide to one of the Orion Confederacy’s military financial committee, you did have a chance to keep some of them up to date on the latest military vehicles. Most of your job entailed plans and schematics for weapons and military vessels over the last ten years. But at the moment you were simply trying to get back home and report the plans for the invasion that the Confederacy was working on. \n\nIf you could get the plans to the right people, they could implement a change in military preparations and at least delay if not completely ruin the invasion plans. Even if they just mined the outer region of the primary system to be invaded first, it would force the Orion Confederacy to return to the negotiating table to resume the peace talks. \n<<back>>\n<<endif>>\n<<if $name eq "Eve Jones">> \nEve Jones. <<print $age>> year old female with large natural DD breasts. Good looking but not especially attractive. \n[img[z/aj.JPG]]\nYou are a young girl who has no real training in the real world. Your have a respectable IQ level, but nothing that is worth noting. You have little to no experience with dealing with stressful situations and you are mostly viewed as a “sweet but simple” girl by most people. \n\nYou are: <<print $uare>>\nYou have: <<print $return>> years to report to your bosses.\nYou have survived <<print $asstemp>> attempts on your life.\nFaction status: Feds <<print $fed>>, Union <<print $union>>, Congo <<print $congo>>, States <<print $states>>\nSlave status: <<print $slave>>\nPrisoner status: <<print $pris>>\n<<back>>\n<<endif>>

<<set $age += 2>>\nA <<print $age>> year old, blonde. \n[img[z/Hilda.JPG]]\n<<if $slave eq "kept concubine" or $slave eq "guest entertainment" or $slave eq "head slave">>\nHilda might actually have been your main rival if it wasn’t for three things. The fact that she was roughly the same age, didn’t have quite the figure you did, and if she wasn’t pregnant when you first met her. She was one of several concubines when you arrived and saw your addition to the list of concubines as “having a break”. \n\nHilda has turned into someone who you can at least confide in as far as not being comfortable with your position. She isn’t exactly to be trusted with everything that you feel about your situation, but at least someone who can be talked to from time to time. Hilda sees you in the same way. That when she is upset about being treated a certain way or having to spend time with someone that she can complain about it to you. But when it comes to really talking openly and freely she simply can not do it. \n\nYou think that Hilda might have been a good friend if your situation was different. She is smart, capable of thinking her way out of a problem, a good sense of humor, and is generally positive about things. Yet, because of your situation, she is keeping all of that bottled up and tries to go unnoticed as much as possible. \n<<endif>>\n<<if $slave eq "runaway slave" or $slave eq "rebel leader">>\nHilda has become your voice of reason. She sees the risks and rewards of each decision and is capable of reminding you not to lose focus of your main goal, which is to end slavery and not become a political voice yourself. On more than one occasion, Hilda has successfully talked you out of making a decision because the risks far outweighed the rewards. The only problem that you have with Hilda is the constant struggle to keep her and Tracy from getting into fights. Their different approaches would make them natural enemies if not focused on the same overall goal. \n<<endif>>\n<<back>>

“And what’s that?” He asks. \n\n“Well, it’s the cargo bay, sir.” You say. “I don’t want anyone to get in trouble. But, it kind of seems to be a little unfair that I’m the only one that isn’t allowed to go into the cargo bay unless someone is with me. I was hoping you could kind of explain that to me. I mean, having to track down Larry or Tom to just work out is a bit silly.” \n\n“I see.” He says.\n\nYou don’t really know if you had crossed a line or not. For one short second you could see a slightly hardened look on his face, one that was quickly brought back under control and instantly kept out of his voice. But there was no doubt that you had really stepped into a mess and had brought up a very uncomfortable topic to discuss [[after only one trip with the crew]]. \n\n

As soon as your eyes opened and you saw him, your hand reached for the knife you had been keeping under your pillow. But one hand grabbed your wrist to stop you from getting to the knife as another hand covered your mouth. You suddenly realized that there were multiple hands grabbing you as you struggled in bed. Someone finally shoved your legs apart and yanked your panties off of you. \n<<set $man -= 10>> <<set $woman += 10>>\nThe pain of his cock penetrating your vagina was intense. Your screams of protest were quickly changed to screams of pain. Yet, your voice was muffled by the hand over your mouth. You could have screamed all you wanted to at this point and it wouldn’t have made the slightest bit of difference, there was no way to get pass the hand covering you mouth to keep you silent. \n<<set $impress = "faceless and nameless">> <<set $trust = "do not">>\nSomeone had grabbed your ankles and started to tie them to the bed, keeping your legs open as someone else start to tie your hands to the bed over your head. You were spread eagle on the bed as one after the other your “classmates” raped you over and over. You couldn’t tell if it was only six of them, or if there were more than six. All you knew was the pain in your wrists, ankles and vagina as cock after cock drove into your virgin vagina over and over again. \n<<set $expect = "property">>\nAt some point during the night the hand over your mouth was removed, but it no longer mattered at that point. There was no need to scream as you were too busy crying from the shame and humiliation of what was going on. Someone untied your legs and being able to close your thighs actually made the pain in your vagina worse. But the reason that they had untied your legs became rather clear when you felt yourself turned over onto your stomach, forcing you to [[cross your arms in the process]].

You thought that your first master had a big house, but it was nothing compared to the one that you pulled up to. When you thought of a “mansion”, this was overboard even by those standards. It wasn’t just big, it was huge. You had never in your life seen a mansion that would count as an apartment complex before, but this one easily could if you divided the rooms evenly. You couldn’t stop yourself from wondering how many families could have stayed in this one building alone, without having to worry about being overcrowded. \n<<set $ctc = "slave">> <<set $slave = "kept concubine">>\nBut as large as it was on the outside, it was just as overly lavish on the inside. Almost everything was made from the finest material. Gold and silver plated fixtures were everywhere. The carpets were of the best quality and the cushions on the seats were some of the most comfortable ones you’ve ever sat down on. You didn’t know a lot of names as far as “high end quality furniture and appliances”, but everywhere you looked you saw “nothing but the best”. Even the glasses that you sipped champagne from were top quality glasses that rang clearly when you had to clink glasses together. \n\nUnder different circumstances you would have enjoyed taking a tour of the place and looking at all the art work and delicate features on the furniture. You could probably get a good return on charging people to tour this particular mansion if you wanted to. You had heard of some old mansions that had been turned into tourist attractions. This one could easily be turned over to the public and still been able to live in it without having to [[deal with all of the tourist]].

There is a silence that isn’t reassuring. None of you had the slightest idea of where you were in the universe. It was obviously clear that each of you had been blindfolded until you got to the auction house and now you were stuck, in the middle of nowhere, unsure of what direction to go or how to actually go anywhere at all. You quickly realized that you simply didn’t have enough information to plan anything, and the argument that broke out was a heated one as all four of you started to accuse each other of being too damn stupid to survive for more than a day. \n\nThings were quickly spiraling out of control, and you couldn’t stop it at this point. It was just a matter of time before the shouting match turned into a physical confrontation. And sure enough, the man who had been driving the vehicle reached for his burner and shot the other man in the chest at point blank range. Tracy screamed in shock while you simply stood there confused at how things had gone so horribly wrong [[in such a short amount of time]]. \n\n

Your instructor, while not exactly the most “trusted” individual in the universe at least was true to his word in this case. The “fix was in” on your auction, probably resulting in him getting a cut of the sale and you were purchased by your new “master” who actually ended up being your “mistress”. You hadn’t expected to be bought by a female master, but at the same time the relief you got from such a master was overwhelming as you followed her out of the building and into the waiting vehicle. \n\nThe home that you were taken to was large, much larger than any “home” you’ve ever seen before, and you were quickly passed over to the “head-slave” of the house to be told the rules and what was required of you. Like most homes in the Congo, most of the “menial labor” was done by slaves. The cooking, the cleaning, serving guests, taking care of the yard work and being sure to empty the trash was [[something that you expected to]] do. \n\n

Or maybe it had been the computer’s fault for not making a complete graft in the first place. Considering that you were supposed to superimpose your brainwaves over Eve’s and take over the body without disrupting her brain patterns too much, maybe the computer had caused the whole thing all along. After all, you weren’t even supposed to be aware of Eve’s existence at all. \n[img[z/32.gif][g5]]\n<<pink>>“James.”<</pink>> Eve says. \n\n

<<set $age += 7>> \nTom Plate, <<print $age>> year old male. \n[img[z/Tom.JPG]]\nTom Plate is possibly the shyest person you have ever met. He is soft spoken, easily embarrassed, too timid to speak out of turn and too well mannered to raise his voice. Even when he is completely pissed off, he will still add a “please” or “sorry to say this” kind of remark. While not as big as Larry, he has a respectable physical presence as well. \n\nOn the ship: Tom is quiet, often so quiet that you might not even notice that he is in the room, which is strange due to his size. He does get along with the crew and seems to come out of his “shy shell” while the ship is in space and underway. But even so, he seems to be lacking one thing, the confidence that he should have for his size and responsibility. But he is such a nice guy that he will often shrug off credit and try to pass it on to someone else. \n\nOff the ship: Tom really doesn’t spend that much time off of the ship while in port. He may go out to eat, but usually alone. And while he may go with Lucy or Becky to the club as an “escort”, he doesn’t really do much when there, other than become an embarrassing “wallflower”, which is strange due to the attention that he could get from other females if he wanted it. \n\n<<back>>

Rick didn’t even have to say a word. You were already switching weapons before he had the outer airlock door open. Something told you that a ship this large was bound to have a larger crew, and that meant that you were going to increase your risks of running into trouble. There was no need to go about it half-assed at this point, simply break out the big guns and use them when needed. But you did notice Rick’s slightly startled face when you moved past him with you plasma-gatling already spinning and ready to use. \n[img[z/zam.JPG]]\nYou stepped into the open doorway and like last time, waited for Rick to open the door. Again you got a short blast of air rushing over you before the space inside was fully exposed to vacuum. But unlike last time, there was no hurry to seal the door and repressurize the compartment. It was to your advantage to keep the open airlock as long as possible. You were in a spacesuit, and it didn’t bother you that there was only a tank of oxygen on your back. If the crew tried to rush this section, opening the door would expose them to space [[before they could get to you anyway]]. \n\n

Charges? What the fuck? You quickly try to look around the room and spot the charges. You see one sitting on the opposite door. Oh shit, they can’t do this. Not like this. They had to find you, not just kill all of you at once. \n\nYou never heard the explosion as the charges went off and the door was blown off its hinges. Dying in space wasn’t instantaneous like most people thought. You could actually last for several seconds. The only thing that prevented you from experiencing any pain as you slowly suffocated and your eyeballs started to freeze was the fact that you were still weak from the stasis pod. \n\nThe Orion Confederacy has killed you by “spacing you” with several other older males. They didn’t even bother with trying to find the spy within the ship, they just spaced every possible suspect.\n\nYou have died. Play again. \n

You had barely gotten your head back into the house to tell Mack that you had company coming when you saw him standing over you and blindly tossing something in the direction you had been looking. You heard the explosion of the grenade going off outside of the house as well as felt the vibrations through the wall you were leaning against. But Mack simply grabbed your collar and took off running through the door as the neighbors scattered for cover after the small explosion. \n\nThere was no need for subtly at this point as Mack was calling over the radio to abort. The chatter that was returned wasn’t exactly a “family friendly” sort of chatter, but everyone got the message. As if they could have possibly missed the fact that a grenade had just gone off. Nobody really was all that surprised at the message to abort, but they were clearly eager to find out who had fucked up and what sort of response was going on. \n\nObviously Mack could have completely ruined it for you by putting the blame all on you. But instead, he either felt sorry for you, or simply felt grateful you had had been able to kill someone before they killed him. So, instead of giving a detailed description of the chain of events, he simply said that someone had fired a weapon and the neighbors were almost on top of [[you before you could]] get away from them. \n\n

--------\n<<pink>>“That’s it.”<</pink>> Eve suddenly cheers you on. <<pink>>“Slam that hard dick into your mouth. Fuck it, you don’t care about him anymore. You want to keep me happy. Go on honey. Slam his dick into your mouth.” \n\n“But if I do that, he is going to cum.” You tell her. \n\n<<pink>>“So?”<</pink>> Eve quickly counters. <<pink>>“You think that bothers me at this point? Hell, I’ve been looking forward to it for so long. You always spit it out before I can enjoy it. Now, it’s my turn. Let him cum if he wants to. You are going to do it for me, not for him. Come on, you cheap slut, swallow [[like the dirty whore you are]].” <</pink>> \n-------------\n\n

A “Slaver Crew” is the mostly dangerous crew to be on, other than a pirate crew. The risks of being captured and killed on sight hang over your head at every move. The modifications vary ship by ship, but almost all Slave-ships have heavier than normal armor and at least two or three weapon systems. Most Slave-ships are retired and converted military vehicles that have more powerful engines as well as the connections for various weapons and communications systems, although those weapons and communication systems have been removed by the military before the ship was available for sell. \n\nBecause a Slave-ship is so heavily modified, it is hard to mask your purpose. As such, the use of “travel lanes” is out of the question, which only increases the risk of patrols stopping you. Also because of the heavy modifications, a Slave-ship can not land in port, outside of a few designated areas. As such, most Slave-ships will approach a planet using “stealth tactics” to land, conduct a raid to capture slaves and quickly take-off, hoping to avoid patrols the entire time. After each raid, they will return to their “home port” and turn the captured slaves over to the auction house. \n\nThe main risks to slave traders are patrol ships, and pirates. Patrol ships have the edge as far as weapons and armor, but are restricted to specific solar systems. Pirate ships however may be somewhat outmatched in armor and weapons, but can continue to track a ship for as long as they need to. The best approach to both patrol ships and pirate ships is the same, fold space as soon as possible and avoid a firefight. However, should a Slave-ship be boarded, the crew are heavily armed and extremely dangerous. \n\nOwner/Captain: [[David Hill]]\nNavigator: [[Geoff Newman]]\nPilot: [[Eve D Jones]]\nMedical Officer: [[Missy Trent]]\nSupply Officer: [[Mack Flowe]]\nSupply handler: [[William McConel]]\nEngineer A: [[Cathy White]]\nEngineer B: [[Neil Shelton]]\n<<back>>

Or rather, you weren’t really worried about someone else suspecting that you might not be a female. Oh you were still a bit upset about being tricked into having sex when you weren’t ready for it. But you couldn’t really hold it against Kelly as she saw it as a way to bond with you. Ever since being involved in a threesome with her, she was your new best friend in the entire universe and always lit up whenever you walked into the room. And despite how you might have felt about what had happened, there was still a part of you that enjoyed the attention she gave you.\n\nOr a more accurate way to say it was that no matter who you were, if someone was excited to see you walk into a room it made you feel better about yourself. And whenever you and Kelly had to work on fixing something, it was no longer just getting through the job as fast as possible and moving on to the next assignment without saying a word. You actually worked faster and got more done because she made working together more entertaining by filling you in on all the latest gossip she has heard or telling you little things about each of the crewmembers. \n\nBut the real fun only started whenever you and Kelly were able to get alone with Larry. Not that you did anything sexual with either one of them, other than a few friendly hugs and maybe a couple of quick kisses when nobody was looking. But that didn’t mean that Kelly and Larry didn’t make you feel special in their own ways. It was always understood that what happened was just a bit of fun between the three of you. Yet, the two of them actually made you feel like you were part of the crew and you had been a part [[of the crew for several]] years.

If the sound of the siren going off just a few feet away wasn’t enough to drive you crazy, the wildly flashing red light sure as hell would have. Or at least it would have driven you crazy if it wasn’t for the fact that you were frantically scrambling over every control on the control panel in front of you. \n[img[z/zbb.JPG]]\nIn the middle of who only knows where, while the ship was folding space and the engineer was in his hiber-bed, the reactor started to go critical. Your first reaction would have been to wake the engineer if you hadn’t been taught a few things over the last few weeks. Instead of instantly panicking and trying to get him out of his bed, you were doing what was the right course of action without being told, trying to shut down the [[reactors as fast as possible]].

It wasn’t often that you got called to the cargo bay to fix something, but when you were called you knew that it was vital that you take care of it as soon as possible. The cargo was the whole reason for making this trip in the first place. If something were to happen to it, the entire trip would have been written off and nobody would be paid. If the captain was lucky he might be able to salvage something and sell it at a huge discount, but as far as actually getting the full price? Forget about it. \n\nSo you dived right into the repairs, not taking any time to slack off or even exchange small talk with Larry. You were barely done getting the cover off of the panel when you heard the siren going off. The thought of being inside of the cargo bay as the door opened up scared the crap out of you. Once those huge doors started to open you would be sucked out into space from the explosive decompression before the doors were even fully opened. You turned to see Larry’s face as he grinned and leaned over to yell over the noise from the sirens. \n\n“Yeah, annoying as fuck. Isn’t it?” He yells. “The damn thing has been going off every ten minutes for the last hour.” \n\nYou were grateful that he finally got the siren turned off, but it bothered you that it had gone off. So much so that you were visibly shaking as you started to pull a few wires loose and remove the burnt circuit. You barely got the new circuit into place when the captain came storming into the cargo bay, [[yelling and cussing up a storm]].

A few minutes later you were in the hotel across the street from the bar, looking at Scott’s rather impressive figure as he helps you get undressed. You can feel his strong hands on your body and it amazes you how rough they are, and yet how much you enjoy the sensation. And when he fondles your breasts, you feel the jolt from your nipples to your spine and actually let out a startled gasp as he starts to suckle on your left nipple. \n<<set $uare = "not a virgin">><<set $man -= 10>><<set $woman += 10>>\nYet, when he picks you up and puts you down on the bed, the alcohol has finally won over and you feel yourself starting to lose awareness of where you are or what you were doing. Were you really about to have sex in this body? Wasn’t Eve a virgin? Why [[was everything going dark and numb]]? \n

“Go clean yourself off.” Carter tells you. “Nobody likes to see a whore with cum on her neck and tears in her eyes. And tell Amanda that I said you could do better.” \n<<set $man -= 10>> <<set $woman += 10>>\n“Oh, she wasn’t all bad.” The colonel says. “She can suck a good dick. But she just hasn’t learned how to swallow yet. She’s young. Give her time to get used to it. I bet in six months she’ll be drinking gallons of the stuff without spilling a drop.” \n<<set $bj += 1>> <<set $swal += 1>>\n“Maybe.” Carter says. “But unless she learns what is expected of her, I can’t keep protecting her. Sometimes you just have to cut your losses.” \n<<set $oral = "improving">> <<set $trust = "can not">>\n“True.” The colonel says as he gives your ass a firm slap. “Go on, you heard the man. Get cleaned up. And bring us more drinks.” \n<<set $orre = "him finishing before spitting">>\nYou got cleaned up and had to borrow makeup from one of the other girls and came back to the table with more drinks. Clearly the business conversation was over and after a few minutes the colonel made his way out of the party. But you never stopped being scared. Your whole body shook with fear when Carter and Ernie got up from the booth. Carter left with simply a nod, but it was what Ernie said that really frightened you. \n<<set $impress = "messing up">> <<set $expect = "cute but frigid">>\n“You heard the man.” He whispered against your ear. “You better start showing [[Amanda some sort of]] improvement soon. If you don’t…”\n\n

<<pink>>“Oh.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“So, your problem is the whole ‘am I gay or not’, thing? Is that it? God, I thought we settled that a long time ago. No, you aren’t gay. I know you aren’t, as I’m inside your head most of the time. So, just fucking chill out and relax. Look, maybe you didn’t feel right with the way that he came on your face. Okay, I get that. Some women just don’t like it. I don’t really know. I mean, since you pretty much took my body and face from me before I could find out how I felt about it. But to be honest, I don’t see what the big deal is. I mean, he had to cum somewhere. So, what’s better? On your face or up your cootch and getting pregnant? Between you and me, I would rather get hit in the face with a load of cum than get knocked up.”<</pink>>\n\n“Well, there is that.” You admit, realizing just how difficult things could be if you got pregnant in Eve’s body. “But still. I’m just not comfortable with it. That’s all.” \n\n<<pink>>“Well, maybe one day you will. I mean, you are still getting used to it and all. Maybe when you can control yourself after climaxing instead of leaving me in charge you can have as much fun as I did.”<</pink>> Eve replies. <<pink>> “But for now, just chill out. I don’t want you freaking out about it and ruining the way I feel. Not right now anyway. And besides, you have cleaned yourself off, so nobody can tell. Let’s [[just put it aside for]] now and get some sleep. Okay?”<</pink>>\n-------------------

You could have gotten through with this sort of thing with more experience under your belt. At least then you were pretty sure that it wouldn’t have hurt nearly as much as it did. You heard a few of your former partners tell you that it was still “uncomfortable” because you were their second partner, or that they were a bit tender afterward because you were bigger than their last partner. But they all told you that the “first time” had been the worst time for them. But they had learned to enjoy it, and you hoped that you might be able to find out if it was possible to enjoy it at some point. \n[img[z/zbu.JPG]]\nBut no matter how much you thought that things were at least “tolerable” as long as you were slow and careful, you were not the least bit prepared for the older man to join you. You had seen Kelly being double penetrated and it had resulted in her biggest orgasm the first time you were in this room. For you, being double penetrated for the first [[time was the most painful]] sensation of your life.\n\n

“Damn, Eve.” You say in frustration. “What the fuck was that?” \n\n<<pink>>“I’m sorry, Jim.”<</pink>> Eve says, sounding like she was about to cry. <<pink>>“I’m sorry.”<</pink>>\n\n“It’s okay, sweetheart, I promise.” You tell her, trying to soothe her feelings. “I will take care of this, I promise.” \n\n<<pink>>“Say it again.”<</pink>> Eve says. \n\n“I will take care of this, I promise.” You tell her. \n\n<<pink>>“No, not that. Call me sweetheart again.”<</pink>> Eve pleads. \n\n“It’s okay, sweetheart.” You softly say to her. “I’ll take care of this. You just close your eyes and go to sleep, sweetheart, okay?” \n\n<<pink>>“Okay.”<</pink>> She replies. <<pink>>“Thank you, James. I like it when [[you call me sweetheart]].”<</pink>>\n-------------------\n\n

You couldn’t believe what was going on. You had known that you had to do something, but you didn’t expect this. You had been with two girls a few times in your life and it had been fun and enjoyable. But then again, you had been the one getting his dick sucked and both girls were able to enjoy the experience and pass your hard cock between them like it was a game. \n[img[z/zav.JPG]]\nThis was not at all like your own experiences. Tracy was almost balling at this point about being required to shove your head up and down on his hard cock. And you? Well, you were constantly gagging each time she pushed against your head. Yet, you weren’t mad at her at all. You still felt sorry for her. Tracy was simply too fragile to be able to do anything else and it was something that she clearly did not want to do. But being able to resist was simply too much for [[her and she did]] as she was told. \n\n

But all of that changed as one by one the restraints on your arms and legs were removed. Now that you could actually move and get into a proper and natural 69 position it made all the difference in the world for both of you. Your legs were slightly bent, allowing Tracy much more access to your clit, and her legs were bent in order to provide her body more support but reposition her crotch at just the right angle. And your hands were finally free to move a little more to provide a signal here and there of shifting weight or guiding each other to a more ‘comfortable position’ for each other.\n[img[z/28.JPG]]\n It wasn’t really long before both of you completely ignored Alice and focused on each other’s clits. And you were close, so close to having a climax when it was all stopped by hearing [[Brad and Tim entering]] the room.\n\n

<<set $age += 13>>\nIrene Carter, <<print $age>> year old female.\n[img[z/Thumper.JPG]]\nIrene Carter is the type of female that people assume would be a lesbian, although she is not. She has the habit of bragging about her sexual encounters onboard the ship, but also her sexual encounters while in port. She is proud of being called a “slut” and enjoys having multiple partners during sex. While she will enjoy the company of a female during an orgy or in a threesome, the more cocks involved the better as far as she is concerned. \n\nOnboard the Ship: She is technically your “boss” but doesn’t act like one. She treats you more like a younger sister taking on the family business and enjoys the fact that the engine room is being run by two females instead of being dominated by men like it is on most ships. She also sees you as her little sister in regards to hanging around you while in port or over a meal.\n\nWhen boarding a ship: She is ruthless and is currently keeping track of your kills as well as her own. Just like the older sister you never had, she enjoys hearing about your actions after a firefight. She is the “closet”, or the person who is assigned to protect the “hanger”, which is normally the medic. Protecting the medic is seen as the “mother” of the ship, something she enjoys. \n\nShe earned her nickname when she was young. During a friendly gangbang, the headboard kept thumping against the wall. The next day while bragging about the prior night, she kept teasing her brother by going “thump, thump, thump” knowing that he had been in bed in the next room. \n\n<<back>>

Masculine: <<set $man = 100>>\nFeminine: <<set $woman = 0>>\n\nPiloting skill: <<set $pilot = "untrained">>\nShooting skill: <<set $shoot = "trained">>\nBribery skill: <<set $bribe = "trained">>\nComputer skill: <<set $comp = "trained">>\nMedical skill: <<set $medic = "trained">>\nFighting skill: <<set $fit = "trained">>\n\n<<set $uare = "still a virgin">>\nYour oral skills are: <<set $oral = "very talented">>\nUsually resulting: <<set $orre = "making her climax">>\nYour vaginal skills are: <<set $vag = "filling">>\nUsually resulting: <<set $vagres = "leaving her satisfied">>\nYou anal skills are: <<set $anal = "your specialty">>\nUsually resulting: <<set $anres = "leaving her begging for more">>\n\nYou have sucked on <<set $bj = 0>>\nswallowing <<set $swal = 0>> face <<set $face = 0>>\nfucked <<set $fuk = 0>>\ncumming in you <<set $cpie = 0>> pulling out <<set $con = 0>> \nanally fucked <<set $ass = 0>>\ncumming in you <<set $asscum = 0>> pulling out <<set $asson = 0>>\njerked off or fingered <<set $hj = 0>> \nYou have been raped <<set $rape = 0>>\n3-sum <<set $three = 0>>\norgy <<set $orgy = 0>>\ngangbang <<set $gbang = 0>>\n <<set $vid = 0>> porn-vids \n\nPeople see you as: <<set $impress = "very likeable">>\nPeople <<set $trust = "really">> trust you. \nPeople think you are: <<set $expect = "very sexy">>

Yet, after several minutes, there were seven females left, including you and Tracy. Both of you tried to hold hands without being seen, but it was difficult to ignore the looks that one of the men at the table was giving the two of you from time to time. He clearly noticed the way that you and Tracy had stood next to each other and how both of you held your breaths whenever a list of names was called out. \n[img[z/zay.JPG]]\nYou stood there, and heard the next group of names, knowing that at any second it was going to be your name on the list or Tracy’s. But instead, the other five females were called and informed that they were going to be assigned working in a brothel somewhere. There was a slight protest by one of the girls that was cut off by the oldest of the three men slamming his fist down on the table and yelling for the girl to be silent. The others didn’t react to him, other than being quiet. But you felt Tracy physically [[recoil at the outburst]].

There was no subtlety or rules involved. One moment you were exchanging punches like to old fashioned boxers, the next moment you were on the ground trying desperately to dominate the other one. You were using elbows, knees, even the heels of your feet as you had it out with her. While she had the advantage of a bit more weight and experience, you had the advantage of youth and flexibility. It would have probably made for an interesting fight to watch, if you weren’t in the middle of it all. \n[img[z/zbo.JPG]]\nAnd to make matters worse, there was nobody around to break the two of you up. When one person started to clearly get ahead, the other one started to fight dirty. And that was something that Kelly clearly had the advantage at. You actually saw the wild look in her eyes as she bit into your hand, actually drawing blood when she did it. But a quick reach around with your forearm against her [[face made her let go]]. \n\n

You couldn’t see due to the tears in your eyes, and the gagging that was happening each time your face was shoved against his crotch was making your throat hurt. You could feel your face smeared with your own spit and if you opened your eyes, it looked like his cock was coated in thick cum because of the amount of spit that was on his shaft. And that almost made you throw up, simply because of how it looked. The only reason you were able to avoid throwing up was because you didn’t have anything on your stomach and you were constantly repeating to yourself that it wasn’t cum but simply spit that you saw. \n[img[z/g.JPG]]\nBut he kept it up much longer than you could and you were wearing yourself out by struggling against him. Even though you continued to try to shove against his legs and brace your shoulders and neck to prevent your face being shoved against his crotch he was able to push you down to the point of going [[all the way down on his shaft]]. \n\n

The morning shower was fine with you. You had no problems with that part of the routine. In fact, you had been so used to taking a morning shower that you found it a little funny that such a “demand” was made of everyone. It was possibly the only thing about your morning ritual that you actually enjoyed doing. Granted, you could have done without having to shave your crotch every single morning when you took a shower. Not that you had a problem with that on a personal “preference” level. You always liked it when a female had shaved her crotch completely bare. But at least you were willing to give her a few days between shavings instead of insisting that you be as smooth as possible every single morning, and given an “inspection” by touch by Penny every day to ensure you had gotten all of the “stubble”.\n[img[z/9.JPG][buttplug]]\n\n

No, there had to be a slight difference between being crewmembers having fun and being thought of as “dating”. It was something that you were having a hard time with, but not Rick. He was used to this sort of thing, you weren’t. And while you enjoyed the few times you got together and fooled around with him, it was clearly obvious that there wasn’t anything “serious” about it. \n<<set $bj += 4>> <<set $face += 4>> <<set $hj += 3>> \nBut that didn’t stop you at all the first time that you found yourself on your knees in front of him. Nor did that stop you at all when you found yourself being fucked in the showers between shifts. Nor did that stop you at all when you found yourself sixty-nining him after supper one night. Your sex life wasn’t exactly “the hottest thing ever”, but it was pretty interesting to know that you and Rick were able to be physical without you freaking out about it. In fact, you kind of enjoyed it more as a female than you used to as a male. \n<<set $fuk += 5>> <<set $cpie += 3>> <<set $con += 2>> \nAnd that was something that bothered you a little bit. It wasn’t something you could really talk to anyone about, but you had to take a few minutes to at least figure out what it was you were really feeling towards Rick and your new body. When you were a man, you were happy being a male and having sex with women. You never touched another man, nor ever really thought about another man sexually. \n<<set $impress = "reliable">> <<set $trust = "do">>\nYet, while you were in Eve’s body, you enjoyed sex more than ever before. There was a small part of you that tried to tell you it was because of the youth of the body and all the raging hormones that you had to put up with. But you knew, or at least a part of you knew, that wasn’t really what was going on. There was still a bit of pain whenever you had vaginal sex, and there was no denying the fact that your blowjobs were horrible. [[You tried to please him]], but you weren’t “natural” about it.

All three of them moved at different paces from each other, there was no doubt about that. Nobody was trying to match paces with anyone, and to be honest, well, the man who you were with didn’t quite measure up to the other two men so trying to compensate by matching the thrusts of the other men would have only been fooling himself and nobody else. But they were all moving slower than they really needed to. Or if not at least slow, then clearly a steady and determined pace. \n<<set $ass += 1>><<set $asscum += 1>>\nOnly by moving at a slower and determined pace, it increased your sensations that much more. You could feel the rounded tip of his dick going into you deeper than you would have given him credit for, judging by his size outside of your asshole. And you could feel the odd way your asshole slightly wiggled, or at least reacted, to his shaft as it moved back and forth. A slight outward sensation as the head of his dick moved closer to your anus, and a slight inward sensation as the head drove back deeper inside of you. But the most remarkable sensation of all was the firmness and thickness of his shaft as he moved. No matter if it was your little anus that felt it or deep inside of your bowels, the thickness of his cock was a constant reminder that you had a firm dick inside of your ass the whole time. \n<<set $impress = "likeable">><<set $trust = "are starting to">> <<set $expect = "sexy">>\nYou may have lost the ‘who gives the best blowjob’ contest by a wide margin, and you might have been considered the loser of ‘who can fuck the longest without having a climax’ contest as well. Granted, that wasn’t an official contest of any sort, and you only really lost that one by just a couple of seconds because Becky’s climax started shortly after your climax did. But there was no doubt that you would have been called the winner of ‘[[who has the tightest asshole]]’ contest, if you were having one.

The captain of the Jameson wasn’t as old as you would have thought. He was probably pushing 45, maybe closer to 50, but he was in pretty good shape and still had a slight sparkle in his eyes as if he was looking forward to the next flight as much as he was looking for the next piece of candy or to hear a good joke. He clearly had a good sense of humor from the way that he talked to you, and it was obvious that he noticed just how female your body was by the way that his eyes continued to look over your body as you sat next to him. \n<<set $fed = "fugitive">> <<set $crew = "james">>\nBut he wasn’t exactly “hitting on you”, so much as keeping the conversation “flirting” while getting down the heart of the matter. It wasn’t long before you mentioned that you had always wanted to work on a spaceship and how you wished that you could afford to go to school to learn how to pilot one of your own someday. That was all that it took to get him to ask if you could be willing to spend a bit of time on the ship learning from experience than simply studying a book all the time. \n<<set $man -= 5>> <<set $woman += 5>> \nYou quickly agreed and just like that, in under an hour of talking to him you were officially a new crewmember and escorted back to the ship by the captain himself to get settled in as an “apprentice pilot” to learn how to some day fly a space ship yourself. It was the lowest of the low aboard the space ship and there was no mistaking the fact that in exchange for this “honor” of getting first hand experience piloting a ship that you were going to be required to do the basic cleaning of the ship, such as [[laundry and kitchen]] work. \n\n

Without saying anything at all she walked back over to stand next to you and swung the heavy belt sideways. The pain it caused as it made contact with your stomach tore through your whole body. Not just along your midsection, but all the way to the tip of your head and feet. And the next seven swings of the belt did not help at all. Nor did the eight slaps of the belt that she gave Tracy, because while you didn’t feel them you did feel a bit of sympathy pain for Tracy at hearing the belt slapping against her skin. \n[img[z/15.gif]]\nAnd then again she was back on the side of your body and gave you another ten hits with the belt before moving back over to Tracy and giving her ten as well. And it didn’t just stop there. It wasn’t the smacks that you felt from the belts that hurt, but the way that she was silent the whole time as she used her own hands from time to time. She stood between the two of you and painfully and roughly used her fingers inside of your vaginas, ramming them upward as her middle finger entered you, but only stopped by the knuckles of the fists [[the rest of her fingers made]]. \n\n

But there was no denying the fact that he still had a lot of personal resentment for you not spending time with him over the last three months. He ordered you to help the engineer clean, repair and restart the reactor if possible. All while still keeping up with your already “busy schedule” of watching over the other active reactor as well. It was basically going to be pulling double shifts every day until you were able to land in port. Something that both you and the engineer were not looking forward to. \n<<set $oral = "struggling but learning">> <<set $uare = "not a virgin">>\nYet, it allowed you to spend a lot of time with just the engineer. Despite the fact that he was almost 60 years old, he was in amazing shape. Something that you noticed the first time that you had to go through decontamination with him. And that caused a huge issue for you. You might not have minded having to go through the process once in an emergency. But day after day, for the next five weeks, you would have to spend two hours a day, completely nude as you went through decontamination together. It was impossible to ignore each other as you were required to verify that the other person used the liquid soaps to wash every inch of your body. \n<<set $orre = "okay with a facial">>\nYou had to stand there, and watch as he would stroke his cock in front of you, clearly enjoying the experience more than you were as he kept his eyes on you as you fingered your vagina, all to be “clean”. It was only a matter of time that the need to watch each other clean off turned into “helping” each other. This quickly shifted to doing more than helping and resulted in being physical with him just like you had been with the [[captain when you first came onboard]].

And it wasn’t just keeping the engines and engine room clean. His attire was always freshly pressed, and when you had to report to his room for your engine orientation, it was as if someone had gone in and made sure that everything was perfectly aligned just right. Yet, your orientation to the engines involved several equations that you knew were over your head, he had several easy-access reference materials for you to use until you got up to speed. \n\nFor 12 hours a day, every day of the week for two months, you spent your time in the engine room. By the end of your third week you felt pretty comfortable with being called an ‘assistant’ and by the end of the fifth week, you were confident enough to watch the engines for a full shift unsupervised. It was remarkable how easy it was and yet you never forgot about the fact that you were sitting on top of two nuclear reactors that could easily go out of control and destroy the ship in a matter of seconds. Yet, everything ran as smooth as silk. \n\nThe other 12 hours of the day were yours to do with as you wanted. Granted, most of that time was spent sleeping or eating, which still left you around four hours a day of having nothing to do. You familiarized yourself with the ship and a couple of lessons with Rick using the firing range on the ship. And yet, despite being a “pirate” and the ship running almost like a military vehicle without any of the rigorous protocol, it was extremely boring. So boring in fact that you found yourself looking for ways to break the boredom by hanging out with the crew more and more. You were actually starting to get to like them and completely forget about being a pirate. That is until the captain came over the intercom to tell [[everyone to prepare for boarding]].

The cock inside of your vagina was hard enough to deal with. The one inside of your asshole was bigger than the one in your vagina. And due to the fact that your asshole was unaccustomed to being penetrated at all, it felt even bigger than it really was. Not to mention that while you were slow and careful to move at a steady pace up and down on the man under you, the one behind you absolutely enjoyed driving his cock from tip to base as firmly as possible. \n\nYour grunts and moans of pain from having a cock inside of your vagina grew louder as the one in your asshole moved back and forth. You were fully aware that a “loud fuck” could be a fun one. But there was a difference between a girl who was loud because she was having as much fun as the male was and a girl who was loud because she was crying out in pain and begging for both men to slow down and go easy on her. \n\n“This your first time, little girl?” The man behind you says between thrusts. \n\n“Yes!” You cry out to his answer. \n\n“First dick in your ass?” He asks, again between thrusts. \n\n“Yes!” You scream as you try to simply get through it. \n\n“Now you are a grown woman.” He says, [[yet again between thrusts]]. \n\n

You ended up on the bed by yourself as the drugs kept you limp and unable to move. The two bouncers and the guy got dressed and yet you still couldn’t move. You have no clue how long you were on the bed, and even when you heard the guys watching the vid of your performance and comment on how to edit the movie you still couldn’t do anything at all. It took the three guys to get you dressed, and it was a strange experience being slung over a bouncer’s shoulder as he helped you out of the building and into the waiting vehicle and then back onto his shoulder to be placed on your bed in your own room. \n<<set $bj += 1>><<set $swal += 1>><<set $three += 1>><<set $vid += 1>>\nYet, he was nice enough to gently close your eyes instead of keeping them half-open all the time and placed a small bottle of water on the nightstand before he left. You don’t know when you fell asleep, [[but you eventually did]]. \n\n

--------------------\n<<pink>>“Oh my god, Tracy, that feels fucking wonderful!”<</pink>> Eve cried out. <<pink>>“Oh fuck yes, lick my ass you dirty slut. Lick it. Harder baby, oh god, lick my ass harder.”<</pink>>\n\n“Eve!” You snap at her. \n\n<<pink>>“What?”<</pink>> She asks and you can feel the quick rush of shame at being caught off guard. \n\n“What the fuck are you saying?” You ask her. “Don’t you know what this means?” \n\n<<pink>>“It means that I really like it when Tracy licks my ass.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>> “I don’t know why. I mean, it kind of tickles, but in a really good way.<</pink>>\n\n“No honey.” You tell her. “It means that when he calls for Tracy to join him, we are going to be ordered to tongue Tracy’s asshole and clean up the cum.” \n\n<<pink>>“Oh.”<</pink>> Eve says as she realizes that you might be right. <<pink>>“Uh, have you ever, well, you know. Done that kind of thing with a girl before?”<</pink>>\n\n“Hell no.” You tell her. “I mean, yeah, I will go down on her and eat her pussy and all. I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve been told that I am kind of good at it. And, well, a couple of times I went down on her after sex if I knew that she was close to having a climax when I came. But as far as licking her asshole? God no. I have never done anything like that before in my life.”\n\n<<pink>>“Oh.” <</pink>> She replies. <<pink>>“Uh, well, it looks like we are going to have to. I don’t really know if I’m okay with that. I mean, I do like Tracy as a friend, and I have to be honest and admit that I really like having my asshole licked like this. But, well, I never thought I would have to do anything like that in my life. I guess that it’s impossible to avoid at this point. I just hope [[Tracy enjoys it as much as I did]].”<</pink>>\n------------------------------

Rick turned and dived on top of you, knocking you to the ground. You wished that you could have seen the firefight that happened out in the hallway, but all you could see at the moment was Rick’s face and shoulders as he shielded your body with his own. You were sort of annoyed as there was nothing to really shield you from, at least at first. You saw several blue bolts or plasma going through the doorway and you quickly realized that someone was using a plasma rifle in the fire-fight in the hallway. \n\nYou don’t know how long the firefight raged on, but it was a pretty intense one from the sounds of all the gunfire and yelling you heard. You wished that you could have noticed it more than you did, but at the moment there was something hard pressed against your vagina and you knew exactly what it was. You could tell by the sheer shape and size that Rick’s hard cock was pressed against you. The only thing that was keeping him out of your vagina at the moment was a thin piece of cloth and a raging [[firefight out in the hallway]]. \n\n

And yet it wasn’t anything like you thought it would be to get a face full of cum either. It wasn’t like splashing your face with warm water from your hand; it was much more than that. You had to keep your eyes closed as more cum landed on your face, but it reminded you more of what it felt like when you wrung a cloth out in the shower and let the water hit your face. Sure, his cum felt a little thicker than water and it had a surprising amount of “presence” that made you fully aware that it wasn’t water. But it was the only thing you could compare it too. \n<<set $face += 1>>\nTake a washcloth, get it really wet with hot water, wring it out over your face and let the water land on your face and you would have a close comparison to getting a facial from a guy. Only instead of water, maybe use something thicker like a lotion or a cream. Either way, it was the only thing that you could compare it to and it was actually kind of funny to feel the way that the cum was hitting your face. Funny enough to at least smile, even though you didn’t mean to. \n\nBut the amount was so much more than you expected and when he was obviously finished you needed to go to the refresher to get cleaned up before you could get dressed again. And that was when you saw the mass of white cum on your face in the mirror. You had meant to wash it off, but as soon as you saw the reflection in the mirror you stopped and couldn’t take your eyes off of what you saw. You still had a “male perspective” when it came to sex in general and you had to at least enjoy the few for what it was, a cute girl [[with a large mass]] of cum on her face.

Carter is a well built older man, and yet younger than you would have expected for someone who was a “Family Boss”. \n[img[z/Carter.JPG]]\nBut it wasn’t so much his age that set him apart; it was the fact that he was the Family Boss in charge of Binder. That alone meant that he was a ruthless man who didn’t take any kind of crap from anyone, not even other Family Bosses. Yet, despite his build and reputation, the nasal twang he has when speaking is kind of funny to you, although you are smart enough to not laugh or say anything about it. \n\nCarter knows you by name and by face. Something that actually works in your favor as he will sometimes ask for a report on how you are doing. You get the odd feeling that Carter sees you as a daughter that he never had, or possibly a potential heir to his seat. As such, he is nice to you whenever you meet him, which is rare. \n\nYet, there is no denying the unmistakable sexual attraction that he has both due to your figure as well as your reputation. \n\n<<back>>\n\n

And while you hadn’t been impressed by his appearance, you weren’t impressed by his cock either. If his looks could only be described as ‘average’, well so could his dick. Average length, average thickness, average everything really. The only thing that wasn’t ‘average’ about him was the fact that it didn’t take him long at all to start to have a climax on the strawberries that Hilda was holding up next to his dick. She was careful to pull back the foreskin to make sure she got the last drop of cum out of him and on the strawberries and not on her. \n[img[z/31.JPG]]\nBut now that the strawberries had his semen on them, he suddenly lost his appetite for them. Oh that didn’t stop him from ‘insisting’ that you and Hilda eat them all up. In fact, he took great pleasure in watching you eating them. Not just you, but both of you. But after the first two or three, he told Hilda to start feeding them to you, and you were the one that had to eat most of them. Which annoyed the hell out of you because you had never liked strawberries that much growing up, and having to eat the majority of them with cum dripping off of them didn’t change your mind at all. The only thing that at least made it tolerable was the fact that the [[strawberry flavor was so]] overwhelming that you couldn’t taste the semen at all. \n\n

It was your voice, and the words had come out of your own mouth. But you hadn’t actually said the words yourself. No, it was Eve who had forced your lips to move and who had been talking for you. But as soon as the words did escape your lips you instantly knew that there was nothing you could do about it anymore. You knew that you were going to be sucking on his dick and that was the end of the story. \n\n------------\n<<pink>> “It’s either that or get fucked in the ass.”<</pink>> Eve tells you. <<pink>>“He knows that you are still inexperienced and afraid of being fucked. If I hadn’t said something he would have pinned us against the wall and raped our ass. And I mean that literally.<</pink>>\n\n“But still.” You tell her. “Uh, I’m not gay. And, well, I really don’t want to suck another man’s dick."\n\n<<pink>> “James.” <</pink>> Eve says and you can hear the sigh of disbelief that follows. <<pink>> “After having to suck Tim’s dick in the car on the way over here, do you really think that he’s going to let you go without at least doing the same thing to him. He’s a man. And as far as he is concerned, you aren’t really ‘his’ until after he’s given you the once over. Look, just don’t fight me on this one, okay. I can at least help you through it. Well, maybe not directly through it, but I can at least [[try to assist in some small way]].”<</pink>>\n----------------------

It didn’t take long, but it hurt like hell. It felt like someone had shoved white hot needles into your ears and through the base of your skull. You screamed a second time as the machines sent another jolt through your head. You suddenly realized what was going on. They were torturing this poor kid until they lobotomized him and you to wipe out the graft. You no longer felt the pain, but the boy sure as hell did as he screamed again. You felt horrible having to sit through the torture of the kid and were about to say that you give yourself up if it would save the boy, but you heard another scream and then felt another jolt. \n\nYour mindgraft was only partially successful. You didn’t have enough time to complete the process and your efforts were found out. In order to be sure to “eliminate the spy” the Orion Confederacy officer was willing to torture a small boy to the point of permanent brain damage to eliminate your memories from his mind. Your last thought before you were wiped from his mind was that this poor kid was going to be a vegetable for the rest of his life because of you. \n\nYou have died. Play again.

---------\n<<pink>>“Oh god!”<</pink>> The voice in your head cried out. <<pink>>“God damn, that feels good. Yes, fuck me in the ass you stud. Oh god, fuck yes! Fuck me! Harder! Harder, damn it! Oh god, please, more. I want more. Oh fuck, I want more!” <</pink>> \n[img[z/p.gif]]\n“Eve? Is that you?” You ask the voice. \n<<set $fuk += 3>> <<set $cpie += 3>> <<set $man -= 20>>\n<<pink>>“Shut up you bitch.”<</pink>> The voice suddenly snapped at you. <<pink>>“I want to get fucked, not talk to you. I’ve had to watch you getting fucked for weeks and ruining it for me. It’s my turn. Now shut the fuck up and let me get fucked for once.” <</pink>> \n<<set $ass += 2>> <<set $asscum += 2>> <<set $woman += 20>>\n“But are you Eve?” You ask. \n<<set $oral = "improved">> <<set $anal = "improved">>\n<<pink>>“Does it matter? Maybe I’m you.”<</pink>> The voice says. <<pink>>“Or maybe I’m really just your body doing what your mind can’t do and having fun. Fine, if it makes you feel better, then call me Eve.” <</pink>> \n<<set $orre = "facial">> <<set $anres = "pleasured but no climax">>\n“You like this?” You ask her. \n<<set $vag = "improved">> <<set $vagres = "pleasure but not climax">>\n<<pink>>“What?” <</pink>> Eve replies. <<pink>>“Getting fucked like this? God no. I want to join in the fucking fun. Give me a hard dick and I’ll show you how to suck it like the slut you are. God, that dick in my ass feels so fucking good. How can you not enjoy this? Oh, fuck, I’m [[going to cum again]].” <</pink>> \n---------

“You fucking bastard.” You say as you swipe at him with the knife again. “I swear if you ever come at me with that little dick again, I’m going to cut it off.” \n\nBut your attention was focused way too much on the captain and not the crew. Someone saw the opening that was available to them and quickly grabbed your arms and pinned them behind your back. \n\n“I got her, captain.” The guy says. “Let’s show this little bitch the price of pulling a knife on the captain underway.” \n\n“Yes, let’s show her.” The captain says. \n\nHe bends down and picks up your knife from the floor and instead of simply unzipping your jumpsuit, he uses the knife to cut it off of you. You feel yourself being lifted off your feet and placed on the table, knocking everything off of it as people completely ignored your protests. Someone, of course, had a piece of cloth that they could use for a gag to keep your quiet, and in mere moments [[you were tied to the table]].\n\n

But again, you saw Kelly’s face in your mind and the way that she lit up when you told her that you were going to take her place. It was the only reason that you were able to part your lips as you closed your eyes. There was no denying the fact that the tip of his cock was in your mouth, but it wasn’t like you were really sucking his dick. You were just using your mouth to keep it still as you stroked his long shaft up and down with your hand. It wasn’t a real blowjob, not at all. \n[img[z/zbq.JPG]]\nOr at least that was what you told yourself for a few seconds. It wasn’t until you felt his partner’s hands reaching under you and cupping your breasts that you felt the first indications of starting to be aroused yourself. His hands on your breasts sent jolts of joy along your spine and as a result you were at least starting to bob up and down along the top three inches of his cock or so. You couldn’t go further than that without struggling and gagging on him, but at least you were actually [[moving your mouth a bit]]. \n\n

You step into the bathroom and quickly look around. There is nobody else in there and despite the privacy stalls that were installed there were only four of them, three of which were currently green-lit, or unoccupied. The last one was closed with the red light on the door on, showing that it was being used. You had only a few seconds to work up the nerves to go through with this and knew that at any second someone else could step inside or that she could open the door after she was finished and catch you standing in the middle of the bathroom completely terrified to do anything. \n\nYou walked up to the door and placed the muzzle of the burner against the door and it suddenly dawns on you that it was going to be louder than ever within the confined space of the bathroom. You don’t know where the idea came from but you quickly pull your shirt over your head and wrap the burner with your shirt and place it back against the door. Without looking, you quickly pull the trigger of the burner three times hearing the muffled whine of the coils between shots and quickly unwrap your shirt from around it and put it back on. \n\nThe only evidence that anything had happened was your shirt was hot on your skin and there were three holes in the door. You didn’t mean to look through the holes, but either curiosity or nerves got the better of you and you quickly glanced through one of the ones and saw three shots in the obese woman, not exactly “clustered” around her heart, but all were clearly “chest shots”, one of which was still somewhat smoldering. You quickly exited the bathroom unable to shake the image but afraid that more than a single second of looking at what you [[did was going to make]] you sick.

“Hey, look.” He says. “I didn’t mean to freak anyone out, but I didn’t want to say anything until we got here. I didn’t want to raise anyone’s hopes. But last summer I was assigned to this cabin to do a few repairs. I spent three weeks here just so that bitch could spend the weekend. She never even bothered with using half of the rooms. She simply wanted to get away from town for a few days and that was it. So, I knew that it was here and hidden away. I just figured we could spend the night here and come up with some sort of plan on what to do next.”\n\n“Well, I say we get the hell off this planet.” You tell him. “I don’t know how, yet, but it is the only thing that I can think of.” \n\n“My cousin will take us in.” The small girl who you helped dispose of her boyfriend says. \n\n“Are you sure about that Tracy?” You ask her, calling her by name instead of “girl”.\n\n“I’m sure she would.” Tracy says. “She’s on Rodnum. But if we can get there, she can take care of us.” \n\n“Rodnum?” The man driving asked. “Where the fuck is that?” \n\n“Uh, it’s on the Alpha border.” Tracy says. \n\nYour ears picked up at hearing “Alpha”. If you could get there, you would be so much closer to freedom. Once you got over the border you didn’t have to worry about being a slave anymore. And having the “S” on your back? Well, you might be able to claim political asylum. If you could get across the border.\n\n“Yeah, but where is that from here?” You ask her. “Hell, do you any of you know [[the name of this planet]]?”

--------------\n“Oh, god.” You say. “I can’t believe that Tracy would put up with that sort of thing just for a damn dog.” \n\n<<pink>>“Uh, Jim?”<</pink>> Eve asked. <<pink>>“You do know that you are going to have to do the same thing when he finally fucks Tracy, right? I mean, with the way he keeps calling you a cumslut all the time, and the fact that he knows it will break your spirit, if not her spirit. I bet you anything in the world that you’ll be the one licking cum out of her pussy tomorrow morning.” <</pink>>\n\n“What?” You ask in shock. “No way in hell will I do that.” \n\n<<pink>>“Oh really?”<</pink>> Eve counters. <<pink>>“You are going to say ’no’, knowing that it will mean another trip to the hospital for refusing to do as you are told.”<</pink>>\n\n“Better that than having to taste his cum.” You point out. \n\n<<pink>>“Even if saying ’no’ means that Tracy will be punished just as badly as you are? Probably even worse as she is the one who is getting the puppy and all.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“So, you are going to let your so-called best friend be beaten and probably have a poor innocent puppy killed as punishment for refusing to do something you have probably already [[done as a guy yourself a couple]] of times?”<</pink>>

“Now, it’s my turn to have fun.” Jason says as he grabs a handful of her hair and forces her to look at him. \n[img[z/32.JPG]]\nYou see his cock driven into her overly abused vagina all the way to the base of his dick. You had sort of ignored the fact that he had been nude the entire time on the bed with you, keeping your eyes more or less on Hilda’s crotch more than anything else. But there was no doubt that watching and hearing Hilda’s punishment had turned him on. There was no build up, there was no gentleness, and there was absolutely no concern for her comfort as he [[rammed his cock into her]] again and again. \n\n

You were sure that other spies had the same information that you had. But you couldn’t rely on any of them to get out with the news. You also knew that if the United People’s Republic was told about the “Feds” plans, that all out war was inevitable. They already had the largest military as it was, but they also had the most peaceful leaders who simply believed that a strong military was the best way to secure their borders. If they got the news first, they would happily join the “Feds” and divide the universe after all the fighting was over with. \n\nYou didn’t even want to think what the Free People’s Conglomerate would do. It was bad enough that the “Feds” and “Union” would join forces and divide the universe, but the “Congos” would be willing to kill every single person in the universe if it meant keeping their borders secure. They might not be the biggest faction in the universe at the moment, but they were the most powerful because of their technological advances that they refused to share with anyone else. One of the most profitable spying jobs was actually stealing “Congo-tech” and releasing it to the other factions for the highest bidder. You had seen a young spy take on one mission and return with “Congo-tech” and turn into one of the richest men in the universe. Granted, he was killed by an assassin two years later, but he did make a lot [[of money]]. \n\n

<<set $age += 9>>\nBarry Grant, <<print $age>> year old male. \n[img[z/Touchdown.JPG]]\nBarry Grant is the poster boy for “well mannered”. He is soft-spoken, will say “please”, “thank you” and “you are welcome” even during difficult piloting conditions. He is meticulous in his appearance as well as his room. He is by far the most modest person on the ship, wearing pants and long sleeve shirts, even when wearing a spacesuit. \n\nOnboard the Ship: Without a doubt the nicest person on the ship, and a complete neat freak. When not on duty as the pilot, he is often cleaning something even if it doesn’t need cleaning. While smart enough and delicate enough to successfully pilot the ship, he does not display those qualities while off duty. He is quiet, to the point where you think that he is simply naturally shy. \n\nWhen boarding a ship: He is the “chain” with Tracy while breaching the cargo bay, the position you used to have with Rick. As such, his duties are to support the “anchor” and to be ready to simply hold the cargo bay until the all clear signal is given. Like Tracy he is seen as being “too soft” to be a pirate. \n\nHe earned his nickname during an emergency landing. He successfully piloted the ship when the engines gave out, using his chemical-based thrusters, and actually skipped the damaged ship on the surface of a large lake. The ship came to rest on a small beach, saving both the crew and the ship itself. \n\n<<back>>

No, despite the possibility of needing you for some kind of sexual favor from time to time in order to slip by a patrol, the captain wasn’t really ‘using you’ the way that other men would have. And because of the sheer amount of responsibility you did have on the ship, it was clearly obvious that it would be his ‘last choice’ in the matter instead of his ‘first and only choice’ in the matter. If you were called upon to provide those sexual favors for someone? Well, it was a pretty good bet that he was completely out of options and all other forms of bribes had completely failed him all along. It was more or less a desperate move on his part, probably a highly successful one when you think about the three young females on the crew, but a desperate one nonetheless. \n\n“But that is only why I picked you to join this crew.” He says after giving you a few seconds to let his words sink in. “We do smuggle things from time to time, but most of our stuff is legal. It’s easier that way. Five or six legit runs, and the sixth or seventh one running something under the radar. It’s better that way for everyone. And if we get stopped on a completely legit run, then obviously there is no need for anyone to do anything but their jobs and keep their mouths shut. Look, don’t let this run get to you. It was more or less a test to see if you can handle the job or not. And I’m happy to say that you passed with flying colors. The only thing I need to know is if you can stay on the crew of not. Because if this is too much for you, tell me now and I will get you to work on another crew as soon as possible. [[Hopefully before we take off again]].” \n\n

END OF CONTENT\n\n<<silently>>\nwrong1 is gay film with Joe\nwrong2 is rough film with Shawn\n<</silently>>

Even the other students from your class was a mystery to you as you had all been required to wear silly masks over your faces to protect the identity of each other from everyone, including yourselves. All you knew was that you had graduated as “student number 4” out of a class of 25. There was no ranking system as far as who the top student was, or who was the worst. And outside of recalling five forms that gave you the concept of being a female you couldn’t recall ever really seeing any of their faces during your training. Although you do recall that one of the “females” had been a blonde at some point because of the small lock of hair that stuck out of her mask at the ceremony. \n[img[z/29.gif][g2]]\nIt seemed odd that you could recall that small lock of hair but not the name of your instructors or even your first assignment. But then again, your first assignment had been a simple ‘snatch and grab’ and all you had to do was pilot a small ship that was designed for only a crew of 3 people and a stasis pod for your passenger. After that you were put on your current assignment and trying to get back home to your superiors who were handling your case. \n\n

You take a single tentative step out of the pod and look around. You realize that a few people were already out of their pods and they weren’t exactly helpful but they were friendly. It was a given that waking up from stasis always left you feeling better. Most people said that it was because of the drugs that were given to you to bring you out of stasis made you a little ‘loopy and out of it’. But you knew that the real reason was because everyone was simply relieved to actually be alive and out of the pods. \n\nYou slowly gather your belongings and read the little note next to your name on the computer screen. You were supposed to report to cargo bay 4 and help secure cargo for landing. You don’t know what sort of help you were going to be since most of the cargo had been securely stored in order to lift off, but it was standard practice for the passengers to help secure the cargo before taking off and landing. When the captain announced over the speakers to brace for entry, you held onto the straps as the ship started to enter the atmosphere, knowing that if something came loose you and the other people in the cargo bay were supposed to get it as secured as possible. \n\nBut you had a skilled pilot who brought the ship in for a landing with little turbulence. A little rough entry, which always happened, smoothed out after a few seconds, and you heard the engines kicking in slowing the ship and helping to reduce any further turbulence from happening. \n\nOnly ten minutes after being warned to prepare for entry you were ordered to start collecting your own luggage. You could hear the huge landing struts being extended and then one sharp ‘bump’ as the whine of the hydraulics to those struts settled the ship. Landing a 150 ton spacecraft wasn’t exactly easy to do, but the pilot did it better than some of the other ships you’ve been on before, and a hell of a lot better than most private vessels were able to do even though they were only a [[fraction of the weight]].

-------------------\n<<pink>>“What a fucking pussy.” <</pink>>A small voice chimed in your head. <<pink>>“Standing there like a statue as the bastard drew his weapon. If it wasn’t for me, you would have been dead.” <</pink>>\n\n“But I didn’t mean to kill him.” You tell that voice. “I didn’t even see him at first.” \n\n<<pink>>“Oh please.” <</pink>>The voice replies. <<pink>>“You couldn’t have done it without me. It’s a good thing I’m here to look after you. [[You would be lost without me]].” <</pink>>\n--------------------\n

It was a nice ride for the first few minutes. He didn’t really say nor do anything that bothered you. Well, other than his arm around your shoulder. But you should have known that wasn’t going to last long. After all the questions you had been asked before you met the man, you should have known that it was only a matter of time before his true nature was going to come out. You simply watched in awe as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock without the slightest hesitation. \n\n“Which one of you sluts wants to get on my good side?” He asks as he laughs. \n\nYou look over at Tracy and see the abject fear in her eyes. She actually pleads with you in silence with just her eyes for you to do something about what was going on. Your comfort at being thought of as her protector was quickly going out of the window as she started to actually tear up in front of you. You could see the moisture in her eyes and you actually felt sorry for her. \n\nAnd that was the only reason that you silently bent over and touched his cock with your lips. You didn’t do anything other than simply kiss the shaft, doing your best to avoid the head of his cock. It wasn’t that he was deformed or huge; he was a little over average, maybe six inches or so and a bit of thickness but nothing to be proud about. But you wanted to avoid the head of his cock as much as possible because as soon as you did that it was only a matter of time before he got pissed off and put it into your [[mouth by force]].

“But? Wouldn’t that make you my mother?” You ask. \n[img[z/6.JPG]]\n<<pink>>“And you would be your own father.” <</pink>> She points out. <<pink>>“But think about it. Every day for at least two years, you get to suckle on my tits as I breastfeed you. And wouldn’t you just love for me to hold you in [[my arms every night and take care]] of you all the time?” <</pink>>\n\n\n

The Tillman household is really more of an oversized mansion than anything else. There are a constant flow of slaves in and out of the house, often sold or killed. There is little doubt that Brad Tillman is wealthy, so wealthy in fact that he often has political figures and celebrities over for parties. Because of his high standing in society, his need for constant new and entertaining activities has forced him to provide a wide range of “entertainment” for his guests. These activities range from simply providing good food and sex, to pitting slaves against each other in fights to the death. And this exposure to sex and violence has corrupted his point of view in regards to dividing the slaves he controls into two groups. Young and attractive slaves, both male and females, who are used for sexual pleasures. Or older and “no longer sexy” slaves, both male and females, who are used to fight to the death. He has absolutely no regard at all for the amount of money that is spent on slaves because he is often paid in slaves for business transactions to be used in his “games”. \n\nWhat makes the Tillman House really stand out are the two things. The first is the amount of wealth involved. The old saying that “money is power” is true when it comes to Brad Tillman, and he has no problem with using his money to gain even more power and wealth. The second thing is the fact that there is some serious corruption going on. The old saying that “power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely” is also never been more accurate in how to describe the Tillman household. Brad Tillman is the man behind the scenes, influencing business transactions, political policies, law enforcement and possibly even military assets. \n\nBeing a slave inside “House Tillman” might have been a status symbol among slaves and masters alike. There have been several slaves that have been given, or bought, to work in other houses as “head slave”, or been given as a gift and become “breeders”, a pampered slave who is used mostly for childbirth. It is thought of as the “best house” for a slave to come from. Yet, the sad truth is that the chances of actually being able to survive in the household are drastically reduced over time. The reason it is a status symbol among slaves is because you were able to “survive that hell-hole”. \n\nMaster: [[Brad Tillman]] \nOverseer: [[Tim Tillman]]\nTrainer: [[Dave Istan]]\nHead Slave: [[Penny]] \nMain Concubine: [[Tracy]]\n[[Eve B Jones]]\n[[Vicky]] \n[[Hilda]]\n\n<<back>>

--------------------------------------------\n<<pink>> My god, Irene got fucked like hell. <</pink>>\n\n“Not now, Eve.” You reply. \n\n<<pink>>Oh, my god, you dirty fucking pervert. You wanted her for yourself didn’t you? Hearing her and watching her getting fucked like that reminded you of being a man too much, didn’t it? <</pink>>\n\n“That’s not the point.” You tell her. \n\n<<pink>>Oh please, don’t bullshit me Jimmy-boy. I know every thought in your head. After all, it’s my head too you know? <</pink>>\n\n“Fine.” You say. “Yeah, I kind of miss it.” \n\n<<pink>>Oh, you poor boy. Here, after all the fun I had on the other ship, let me give you a bit of fun. <</pink>>\n\nYou found yourself dreaming about being in the shower. You were shocked to look down and see yourself as a male again. You looked up and saw Eve standing the in shower smiling at you as she lowered herself to her knees. You felt her lips slipping around your dream cock and she started to move her head deeply and slowly, making sure to get your cock nice and firm before standing back up and turning around [[to present herself to you]]. \n\n

So, instead of waiting for a mechanical jack to force the doors open, you would have to use a breaching charge on the side of the ship itself. A rather tricky thing to do as it would depend on the thickness of the composite material to determine how long the breaching charges took to make you a hole. For a quick second you wished that you were on the ground and going into a building, at least then the breaching charges could blast the door completely off the hinges instead of having to go through metal. \n\nAnd despite the fact that the breaching charges weren’t really a “charge” of explosives like the ones used on the ground were, they were basically designed to do the same thing. Only the methods were different. On the ground, it was a series of shaped charges that blasted an entrance into something. In space, the shaped charges were only used to make sure the strong acid was evenly spread to eat through the material enough to get inside. \n\nSo you stood by the small little patch of flexible material as you secured it to the side of the ship. You hoped that you had picked a good spot that had a thin amount of material for the acid to eat through and set off the charges. Without any sound in space, all you could do was watch the green lights switch to read and continue to wait and wait as the acid did what it was supposed to do. But at least the results were interesting to watch when the [[acid did finally make a hole]]. \n\n

Before you could ask her if she was serious or not, Lucy returns to the bathroom with two more still wrapped condoms. She actually giggles as Becky raised her eyebrows at only counting two for three guys. But just as before, Lucy flushed them down the toilet still wrapped.\n[img[z/41.JPG]]\n“Mine.” Lucy says to the unasked question. “He was the only one that didn’t have one with him. Oh, and joy of joys dear, yours hasn’t been snipped.” \n\n“Damn it.” Becky says. “Just my luck. [[Can we switch]]?” \n\n

It only takes you a few minutes to find the single door leading out of the cargo bay and stepping through it. Once the hallway re-pressurizes, you and Rick take turns watching over each other and getting out of your space suits. Now that you were finally able to move about freely you took the risk of moving up a bit more to try to cover ground for lost time. \n[img[z/zap.JPG]]\nYou heard the sounds of the plasma weapons going off in the next hallway as you and Rick waited by the door to open it up. You were going to catch the ship’s crew in a deadly crossfire with your own crewmembers by coming at them from behind their defenses. The only thing you had to worry about was being accidentally shot by one of your own crewmembers. But you had been drilled to breach a door by coming in low and not stepping through it but firing from the crouched position as you used the frame of the [[door as a shield from]] fire. \n\n

“Uh, I’ll let you know.” You say as you stand up. “Thanks for letting me take a little while to figure it out.” \n\n“Not at all.” He says as he smiles and walks you to the door of his cabin. “Just keep this between you and me, okay? No need to get anyone else involved until you make up your mind.” \n\n“Thanks, captain.” You tell him as you make your way off the ship. \n\nYou can’t really explain why you were back on the ship as it took off from the planet. You had meant to look around the port and find a ship that was completely legal and wouldn’t put you in the sort of situation where you might be needed to entertain a member of a patrol ship. But after you folded space and went to your hiber-bed, you knew that you [[had made the right choice all]] along. \n\n

-------------------------------------\n<<pink>>“You selfish piece of shit.” <</pink>> A voice whispered in your ear. <<pink>>“My god, you took advantage of that poor girl.” <</pink>> \n<<set $opt = "wrong">> \n“I did not.” You tell the voice. “We had fun.” \n\n<<pink>>“Fun?” <</pink>> The voice asks. <<pink>>“She just told you that she would do anything to keep her crew safe and what do you do? You take advantage of her. She wanted a friend, not another scum ball that would just use her for sex and nothing else. No wonder she left you so quickly. I bet she is [[crying in her room]] right now.” <</pink>> \n----------------------------\n

Yet with Kelly’s hand on your head and the way that she slowly moved you back and forth along his shaft, always being careful to notice when you gagged and pulling you back it wasn’t long before you were actually moving up and down on his shaft. Larry had what could only be called an “impressive” cock and you weren’t even able to get half of his erection into your mouth before you started to gag again. \n\nKelly slipped his cock out of your mouth and before you could say anything, she was kissing you and squeezing your right breast with her hand. The way her hand felt on your DD-cup breast was amazing and you felt a thrill run through your entire body at the way that she played with your nipple. You were still somewhat shocked and slightly dazed from her kiss when she turned her head and in one swift motion went all the way down Larry’s seven inches of hard cock without the slightest problem. \n\nNow was your chance to tell Kelly you had simply asked why she liked to suck on a dick and not be shown yourself. Now was the time to tell Kelly that you had had enough playing around and that you were busy and needed to get back to work. Now was the time to tell Kelly that you had no desire to be sexual with another guy, and yet you would be [[happy have gone to bed with her]]. \n\n

And because you pretty much had little to no control over yourself at this point, when someone started to pass around a few ‘party drugs’, you found yourself reaching for one without really thinking. You could have told yourself to stop and not put the little green pill in your mouth. But it is far too late to tell yourself that you could have stopped doing anything after you had already done it. By the time that you even realized that the pill was a drug and not an alcohol suppressant, you had already taken two and were feeling the effects more than anyone else at the table. \n[img[z/54.JPG]]\nThankfully it wasn’t a powerful drug. Or rather it wasn’t the sort of drug that would make you see little green men running along the tabletop playing a game of hide and go seek with each other. And as far as you could tell it didn’t make the walls start to melt or left strange colored trails behind people as they walked by. But what it did do was turn your already “mellowed out mood” that much more “mellow”. And it also had an odd effect on making you be able to not only stomach the greasy “bar food”, but actually order another helping of cheap “wings” to enjoy, something you would have never done while simply drinking. But then again, you wouldn’t have been taking drugs either so maybe putting some food in your stomach might help absorb the drugs and lower [[the effects you were]] feeling. \n\n

You stop in front of the guy braced for either being kissed in public or being reprimanded for not giving your “brother” a kiss like you were supposed to. But the relief you felt must have been seen on your face when he smiled at you. He was clearly “just a friend” and had met you at the port to help you get settled in and not to meet up with you for something physical. \n\n“How was the flight?” He asks as he picks up your bags. \n\n“Not bad.” You tell him. “I’m still a bit sleepy from the stasis and smell funny from decon. But other than that, I’m kind of hungry.” \n\n“Don’t worry.” He says as he turns to head out of the port. “The hotel has a good restaurant to eat at.” \n\nHotel? That was perfect. You wanted to have a hotel room because it would allow you to move about without being questioned too much. As friendly as the Orion people could be at times, they did tend to keep to themselves when away from friends and family, and it was rather common for hotels to have not only a restaurant but a small shop inside of their lobbies. Most of those shops were run by completely honest people who were simply working as part of the hotel staff. But if you were lucky enough to have a “cheaper hotel”, it was likely that the hotel shop might be just what you were looking for. All you needed to do was ask a simple question or two and you would know if the person working the shop was involved in the criminal [[underground or not]].

No, if that was the case he would have pulled out and said that he was sorry about what had happened. But he didn’t do that. In fact he had actually smiled at you as he stood up and he clearly had been enjoying the kissing that you were doing. But then again, when you look back at it, you had enjoyed kissing him as well. Yet you simply blamed that on the blood pumping from the fire-fight and excitement of it being over for you when your crew members finally showed up to take the heat off of you. \n<<set $expect = "turned on by killing">>\nYou were confused and still trying to figure out what you felt about Rick in general when you stopped outside of the bridge behind him and looked down. Somewhere along the way he had grabbed your hand as he headed towards the bridge, passing a few random “hot spots” where a fire-fight had broken out. But was he holding your hand because he was guiding you, or were you the one that had reached out for his hand as you walked the length of the ship? You were still unsure what you felt when Rick seemed to completely settle the issue by turning to smile at you. \n\nThere wasn’t a bone in your body that resisted him as he pulled you towards him for another kiss, this time without a doubt you were returning it with equal vigor. And his hand on your ass felt so good until he teased you by slipping his fingertip into your ass crack. That was the final straw and you suddenly snapped back to your old self and shoved his hand away from your ass as you broke the kiss off. You were just about to tell him to never touch you again when your [[earpiece came alive with the sound]] of the captain. \n\n

Even after a successful landing, you and Jake were still the busiest, even though everyone else was already in the cargo bay unloading all of the cargo. But at least they had machines that made things easier for them, from gravity-reducing lifts to old but simple conveyor belts. Offloading a ship could be done in mere minutes with a highly skilled crew and the right equipment. But for you and Jake having to shut down two nuclear reactors from ‘active’ and producing a lot of energy to ‘standby’ and producing little energy but still ‘burning’, the process was a slow one that could take almost half a day while in port. Not to mention the fact that you might have to actually bring both reactors to ‘closed’ if you were going to be adding more fuel for the ship, which could take at least a full day or longer. \n\nBut everything went off without a hitch, and even better you had landed early in the morning on the planet. So, after dealing with the engines and being informed by the captain that you would be staying on the planet for two days with nothing to do, the only thing you had to do was step into the shower and get dressed as you headed off the ship with someone. You just had to figure out whom that someone else was. Clearly the best option was the captain as he would have more information than anyone else. But there was also Larry and Tom who ran the cargo bay. Or if you wanted to be a little more subtle about it, you could approach Lucy who had been on the ship the longest besides the captain. \n\nSo you made your last adjustments to your outfit and headed off to join: \n[[The captain in his quarters]]. \n[[Larry at the gym at the port]]. \n[[Lucy at the club]].

You don’t really know when you got your bikini back on, or even how you were able to get back to the spaceship before the sun came up. You had odd snippets of the prior evening, but they were more or less simply flashbacks like you would have if someone asked you what you did for your birthday three years ago. You could see it, but you couldn’t really make a direct connection to it. \n\nEven after telling Becky about what had happened to you the next morning it still felt like it had happened to someone else completely and you were simply telling her what had happened as if you had read it in the papers. She checked you out and gave you a couple of pills to take for the next four days, but that was really about all she had to do. The bruises on your face were going to heal either on their own or thanks to the ointment she applied. The other injuries were minor compared to what they could have been, [[and most of the healing would be happening]] in your hiber-bed after take off while you were sleeping. \n

The Jack of Pride should have been named the Ship of Fools. Almost immediately you started to regret talking to the captain because he didn’t seem to understand the concept of being “discrete” at all. As soon as you sat down at the table to talk to him, he quickly jumped from the point of simply talking and flat out asked if you were looking to work on the ship. You were so taken aback by his direct approach that you said you were thinking about it, but you hadn’t made up your mind yet.\n<<set $man -= 3>> <<set $woman += 3>> <<set $crew = "jack">>\nWithin minutes he had talked you into taking at least “one tour” with him, as he went about his typical route dropping off cargo and trying to make some money in the process. It wasn’t like you had to really think about it when you heard just how close to the border with the Alpha States some of his ports were going to be. A quick jumping of ships with a bit of experience would actually help you get on with another crew when you decided you had enough of the one you were with. \n<<set $trust = "hope to">> <<set $expect = "too come around">>\nBut things were never that easy. No, they couldn’t be a simply “hitchhike across the galaxy” without some asshole, somewhere, having to really fuck things up for you. And at the moment that asshole was the captain and his entire crew who seemed to take absolutely nothing serious, not even the maintenance of the engines or the care to really plot a safe folding of space. Basically, every fiber in you body screamed for you to get off this ship as soon as possible and to avoid running into any of the [[authorities while]] doing it. \n\n

Five large men, not just in build of their bodies, but in the sizes of their cocks were circling you. One by one, they penetrated your vagina, completely ignoring your screams of pain at having such large cocks inside of you. Over and over again the men would fuck you, completely indifferent to the sounds you were making and filling you with cum, only to step aside and let the next guy fuck you. \n[img[z/zj.JPG]]\nYou can’t be entirely sure if there was any real “pleasure” involved as they were concerned. They all had a slightly vacant look on their face, and yet, you knew that the size of your vagina that had been indicated at the auction was why you had been picked. Your vagina was clearly way too tight to accept such large cocks without being painful and the fact that your screams were ignored told you that you were [[supposed to be screaming in pain]]. \n\n

Sitting behind a rather large old-fashioned wooden desk, that actually looked more like a table, sat the man who you had originally meant to meet up with. Carter was exactly like “B” had described him, right down to the way that his nose slightly bent to the right. He didn’t say anything at first but simply looked at you for a few seconds and pointed to a chair across the desk from him. \n\nYou sat down and accepted the drink that he offered you. The strong alcohol in the drink finally got you to react in some manner and you started to cough because of how much it burned going down your throat. But for once, someone actually said something to you and while “B” had prepared you for his physical size and description, she had not prepared you for the slightly nasal twang he had when he spoke to you. \n\n“The first one is always the hardest.” He says as he looks at you. “You should be grateful that Ernie was able to find you so quickly. There are already reports hitting the streets to be on the look out for you. Don’t worry about it, though. You’ll be off this rock in about four hours. But I have to inform you of one thing before I let you go. It isn’t going to be better, but it will get easier. And just so you know? If you ever do get in trouble and need a place to hide out? Go to the Red Rabbit and ask for Amanda. Just tell her that you were the one that took care of “The Beast”, and Amanda will take care of you. Might have to do a little side work for pocket change. But a place to sleep and not be disturbed will be provided. Amanda will be more than happy to take care of you for what happened today. Not because of any business reasons, but very personal ones. Amanda will be pleased to know that her sister can rest in peace now that [[justice has taken care]] of what the “law” around here wouldn’t.”

But your other options were not all that appealing at all. You had hatred towards slavery and anyone involved in the slave-trade. You felt, rightfully so both inside the Free States and in the Orion Confederacy that slave-traders should be spaced without a trail. If there was one saving grace between the States and the Feds at the moment was an unwritten agreement between the two to space any captured slavers and send those guilty of slave-trading back to their home territories, where they were normally sentenced to death in very publicly held court cases. \n\nBut being a pirate working for the black market? It was just as risky, although not as strictly enforced. If you were quick to get in, stop the ship, board it, loot the cargo and get out, you could get away before the military could show up. Some military commanders might be willing to look the other way if you were able to bribe them with something they wanted, or needed. But that would depend on what you were able to get from the ship that you attacked. \n\nBeing a spy was one thing. You knew the risk and you knew that the people hated you to the point of not wanting to help you. It was the one thing that stopped you from telling “B” the whole truth. If she knew you were really a spy who had grafted with the young lady in front of her, she would have burned you on the spot and dumped your body on the streets for the [[police to find]]. \n\n

A couple of friends would simply stand a few feet apart from each other without so much as hugging or shaking hands. In fact, shaking hands was a custom that was not only for formal occasions but also something that was only supposed to be done between males. A female only shook hands if the male reached out first and it was more of a symbolic gesture than an actual hand shake. All that you were taught about having a ‘firm and manly handshake’ was pointless and useless to you. But if this was a friend who offered to shake your hand, it would have to be a very quick and limp one. \n\nBut if he was a family member? Then you were expected, as the female, to offer a kiss on the cheek if not on his lips. For a female family member to avoid offering a greeting kiss to another family member in public was a big insult that was not going to be forgiven anytime soon. You had seen daughters as old as 45 still kissing their father’s cheek in public like they were some little six year old girls as well as mothers of almost 60 years old kissing their sons as if they were little boys. It was the strangest and most uncomfortable custom for family greetings that you ever witnessed. For weeks you assumed everyone in “Fed” space was into incest until you got used to seeing it happen, but hearing some of the things that people said about hating what someone was doing. \n\nBut if he was a lover it could get really complicated for you. While females directed family interaction, it was the males that directed interaction between lovers. If he wanted a hug, that was fine. But if he wanted to kiss your lips in public? Well, you didn‘t know if you were going to be able to handle that part of it. There was a sudden wave of fear as you didn‘t know how you would react to having to kiss another guy in public. It was something that really bothered you as you got closer to the guy who was smiling at you. \n\nYou get within a couple of feet and only hope that he is: \n[[A good friend]].\n[[An older brother]]. \n[[Not your lover]].

Only can you really ignore the anal rape when the man suddenly pulled his dick out of your asshole and shoved his dick into your mouth as he came? You knew that you couldn’t as the realization that you had been forced to go ‘ass-to-mouth’ sunk in. You had never really been a fan of doing something like that as a man with a woman who wanted to do it, and now that you were forced to do it as a woman, you found your earlier attempts to protest return with a vengeance. \n[img[z/37.gif]]\nBut he kept his hands on your head to keep you from pulling away from his cock and laughed as he started to pump his hips against your face to make sure you ‘drink it all down’. It was the worst sexual experience of your life and made you sick to your stomach to think about this stranger’s dick having just fucked your [[asshole and was now rammed into]] your throat. \n\n

Trying to fight someone off of you while he is ramming his dick into your ass is virtually impossible. You don’t have the leverage, and you can’t really hit him in any way that would slow him down. Not only that, but if you were able to actually hit him while reaching behind you with your first, the only thing that you would get for your efforts was his dick rammed into your ass even harder than before. Besides, his friend sitting near the head of the bed with his legs over your arms kept you from being able to hit the man anyway. \n\nBut as soon as you felt your head lifted off the bed and another hard dick going into your mouth, you had enough. You bite down as hard as you could, hoping to completely bite the man’s dick off. And you were rewarded for several seconds as the man screamed out in pain as you could feel your jaw closing more and more around his dick, sure that at any second you would sever his cock completely by the amount of blood that was flowing from between your teeth onto the bed sheets. \n\nOnly you never got a chance to find out just how much damage your teeth did the man. One was behind you, one was in front of you, but the third one was still free to move around as much as he wanted to. Not only free to move, but able to use his hands as well. Hands that clearly had found a weapon of some sort close by as you started to let out your own scream in pain when something solid hit your back. \n\nNow that the sexual activities were cut short from your attempt to use your teeth on the man’s erection, it was apparently time for the physical violence to start. Now that you weren’t being sexually molested you were able to twist in pain on the bed and see the item that had caused so much pain across your back, and slightly shocked to realize that it was [[nothing more than just a common bat]].

It was hard to tell who came next, Becky’s partner or Lucy. Both of them seemed to call out at the same time, and while it appeared that it might have been Lucy because she paused moving to ride her climax out as her partner pulled her upper body down and drove his cock upward into her, it was Becky’s partner that was the loudest as he slammed his cock into Becky’s pussy from behind again and again in firm thrusts of his hips. \n\nThere was no doubt that it was Lucy’s partner who was able to hold out the longest as he quickly rolled her over and took over the act of fucking her instead of letting her fuck him. But, now that he was in control of the action more than she was, it wasn’t long before he called out that he was about to climax, and drove his crotch into her again as much as possible to pump his cum inside of her as deep as possible. \n\nWho actually started the final round of fucking each other was hard to say. It was probably Becky who switched off with Lucy and teased her partner the most. Granted, she might have been a little too eager to switch partners to really care one way or the other about how anyone else might of have felt. And Lucy was simply tickled to switch with you and your partner, as she was already aware of his size from giving him a blowjob earlier in the evening, or it could have been that he was closer after moving over when Becky crossed the room. Which left you with the partner who had just been fucking [[Becky besides you a few minutes]] earlier, and the only man who you hadn’t been with at this point. \n\n

You really didn’t know what to expect from doing the vid. Oh, you had no doubt that you would be “working” on camera, after all that was the whole purpose. But you hadn’t been told before hand what sort of vid you were making, or what sort of part you were supposed to play. You simply didn’t know what to expect when Brad opened your door to let you into the studio, all you could do was follow Kris into the large room and follow her lead. \n<<set $man -= 10>><<set $woman += 10>>\n“Hey!” Kris calls out as she recognizes the man fixing the lights. “What’s the plan?” \n<<set $oral = "not impressive but more natural">>\n“Oh, just you and the other girl being buckets.” The guy replies. “Nothing special.” \n<<set $orre = "with facials but occasionally swallowing when told to">>\n“Oh. Is that all?” Kris asks. “I thought this was one of those special vids like last time.” \n<<set $bj += 15>><<set $swal += 5>> <<set $face += 10>>\n“Nah, that was a special request.” He replies. “This is a basic ‘shoot and loot’. Nothing to worry about. Just head over to makeup and get ready.” \n<<set $vid += 1>>\n“Okay.” Kris says as she hooks your arm with her own. “Thanks, Barry.” \n<<set $impress = "trying to get along">> <<set $trust = "want to">>\n"No problem, sweetheart.” He calls back. “Say, who’s the kid?” \n<<set $opt = "right">> <<set $expect = "someone with potential">>\n“Oh, this?” Kris says as she gives you a slight nudge with her shoulder. “This is Eve. She’s new. This is her first time, [[so go easy on her]].”

Only you couldn’t really say ‘no’ to her request to join her. You did kind of need to use the bathroom yourself, although not enough to make a big deal about it. And you knew that not going with her would have raised a red flag as far as not being a ‘typical female’ and also would have been taken as a sign that you didn’t want to be her friend. So you reluctantly joined her in the bathroom and waited by the sinks for her to finish, knowing that she was going to want to talk to you about something. \n\nIf only talking was what she wanted to do. Almost as soon as she finished washing her hands and checking her lipstick, she turned to you and grabbed your head and started to give you a rather passionate kiss on the lips. Your first instinct was to pull away from her, but the bathroom sink prevented you from being able to move away from her, and after the initial shock wore off, you more or less fell back into familiar habits and started to return the kiss [[without realizing that you were doing]] it. \n\n

You set the computer to start the timer and slammed the “emergency stasis” button as you stepped into the stasis pod. Most of the pods would put you to sleep slowly, lowering breathing and heartbeat to roughly one per two minutes as you went into a deep sleep to pass the weeks between systems. But the emergency stasis button was in case of ship failure. It would quickly put you into stasis until a rescue vessel could get to you, if it ever did. While most of the regular stasis pods would keep you alive for a year at most, one set in emergency mode could keep you going for a decade, provided the power source didn’t let out and your pod wasn’t punctured and leaving you exposed to space. \n\nBut by hitting the emergency button, your body was pierced by multiple needles pumping you full of drugs to knock you out. Your were barely able to keep your eyes open long enough to see the monitor of the main computer count down to zero and see that the graft had begun. You didn’t feel anything, mostly because you were numb from your head to your toes at this point. But suddenly the screen flashed red as an “error message” popped up. It was the last thing [[you remembered seeing]].

You were just thankful that you had been more aware of your own personal hygiene since taking on female form and while Eve had protested, you had insisted that you cleaned ‘everywhere’ even if that meant having to use the uncomfortable little bottle to give yourself an enema when you took a shower. But at least now it paid off, at least as far as being clean, but it didn’t help with the fact that you just swallowed a large amount of cum after he pulled out of your asshole. \n\nThe next guy who came to ‘pay you a visit’ was someone who you would never have expected to see on a pirate crew. He was overweight, pushing about 65 or 70 and looked more like a ‘grandfather’ than a mass murderer and rapist. But clearly, he was on the crew for a reason and you soon learned what that reason was as he grabbed you by the hair and dragged you out of the medical bay and into the cargo hold. The only reason that being grabbed by the hair didn’t hurt nearly as much as being fucked in the ass did was because there was no gravity in the ship. \n\nYou stood there in the cargo bay, looking around trying to figure out what was going on when someone shoved something into your hands. You looked down and saw the familiar magnetic [[boots and then looked up at the]] ‘grandfather’ as he started to chuckle at you. \n\n

No, he might not be allowed to actually use you sexually, but he was sure to be able to touch and feel you as much as possible during the evening. And while he didn’t exactly ignore Hilda, he didn’t really pay that much attention to her either. At least not at first. He did pay attention to her when Hilda told him that you couldn’t share a strawberry with him. \n\n“And why not?” He snapped at her.\n\n“Because, cumslut isn’t allowed to eat anything without cum on it.” Hilda says. “It’s part of her training. So, if she has something to eat without semen on it, she will be in trouble. I’m sorry, sir. But it is the rules, and master is very firm about his rules.” \n\n“Well, is that true, cumslut?” He asks as he chuckles and pinches your left nipple. “You can’t eat anything without cum on it?” \n\n“No, sir, I can’t.” You tell him. \n\n“Well, this should be fun.” He says as he looks at Hilda. “And you, do you have any sort of special allergies or food restrictions I should know about?” \n\n“No, sir, I don’t.” Hilda says. “I’m allowed to eat anything that I want, as long as I don’t gain weight from it. So, [[no sweets or not many]].” \n\n

<<set $age += 8>> \nBecky Quail, <<print $age>> year old female. \n[img[z/Becky.JPG]]\nBecky Quail is not at all the type of person you would expect to find on the ship. She was a child prodigy, earning her degree in medicine by the time she was 16 years old. She spent a few years working in a hospital and then decided one day to give up her promising medical career and simply work on a spaceship. Of course, she offers her medical services to the crew, but there are very few injuries aboard the ship. \n\nOn the ship: Becky tends to stay somewhat reserved due to the bullying she used to get as a little child. She tries to hide her intelligence when possible, but it is difficult to ignore the fact that she is a certified doctor and still so young. Yet, she has turned into a more “rounded person” by working on the ship, and while not exactly thrilled about being involved in smuggling, she sometimes enjoys the thrill of the getting away with what she can. \n\nOff the ship: Becky has been Lucy’s party partner for the last four years. As such they are extremely close, and you are surprised how often the two of them will be involved in a night with a guy, or more than just one. Even when alone, Becky can cut loose herself, often to the point of being “warned” by the authorities to tone it down a bit or be arrested. Becky loves to push the limits and sometimes, she simply doesn’t have any. \n\n<<back>>

But the door to the room opened up and Kelly came walking in. If she had been outside listening, or simply planned to walk in after a set number of minutes, you don’t know. All you know is that the knowledge of her being there made you feel a lot better about your situation. Right up until you saw the utter look of hatred on her face. \n<<set $oral = "struggling">> <<set $orre = "spitting">>\n“What the fuck?” Kelly calls out. \n<<set $vag = "very tight">> <<set $vagres = "very painful">>\n“Hey, sis.” The younger man says. “Your friend was just showing us a good time.” \n<<set $three += 1>>\n“By fucking you and my husband?” Kelly says as she looks at you. “What sort of friend are you? You fucking whore! Get out. Get the fuck out of my room. Get the fuck off of my ship!” \n<<set $bj += 1>> <<set $face += 1>><<set $fuk += 1>> <<set $cpie += 1>>\nKelly started to scream and yell at you, and the older man actually had to physically restrain her as the younger one helped you off the bed and stuffed your clothes in your hands and guided you into the hallway. You could still hear Kelly screaming at you as the door closed behind you. And while the door itself was metal, it only helped to muffle her yells, [[not completely cut them off]]. \n\n

Of course, it didn’t really matter that much in the long run. Penny was on the arm of Brad for the evening, enjoying being the pampered and loving concubine that was eagerly looking forward to being in his bed for the night, the number of completely nude or partially nude ‘quest entertainers’ hanging around through the party keeping all the guests happy with drinks, dancing or conversation. Not to mention the fact that there was a rather large buffet available for anyone who wanted to enjoy good food and talking to the guests not the slaves? Well, having the four of you making a grand entrance together wasn’t really needed. \n\nEspecially after Tim met the four of you at the bottom of the stairs and split you into two groups, taking Vicky and Tracy to meet their VIP first leaving you and Hilda alone for a few minutes at the bottom of the stairs with nothing to do but “look pretty” and wait until Tim returned. \n\n“Look, Eve.” Hilda says in a soft voice. “No matter what happens tonight, you have to go along with it. If you don’t, there will be hell to pay for all of us. Don’t be aggressive, don’t make suggestions, and do not volunteer to do anything. Let the guest pick what to do and with who. As long as you just go along for the ride, then everything will be okay. I’ve done this before, so I know what to expect. But you haven’t and if you aren’t careful you will fuck things up for all of us.” \n\n“What did you do last time?” [[You ask her in a soft]] voice. \n\n

<<set $age += 24>>\nA <<print $age>> year old, male. \n[img[z/Brad.JPG]]\nBrad is in charge of the security detail at The Red Rabbit. You sometimes forget that his quiet manner hides a confirmed cold-blooded killer. There are various reports of Brad killing men for the slightest provocation when it comes to breaking the rules, and more than one story of him having killed someone just because he didn’t like him. There is a bit of confusion on who exactly Brad works for. He obviously works for Amanda and is in charge of security, but at times you feel that he works for the “Family” and is keeping an eye on Amanda more than working for her. There is a sense that if anything was to happen to Amanda, Brad would take over. However, it is well known that if anything did happen to Amanda that Brad would be held responsible by the leaders of the “Family” and would probably be killed for not doing his job properly. It is a strange situation and nobody really has the information needed to tell truth from speculation. \n\nBrad is not at all like the other men working in the Red Rabbit. He is married, faithfully, to a rather attractive female. You’ve seen her a few times when you went out to go shopping and she always acts friendly towards you, but not friendly enough to be a real friend. Brad also is the only bouncer who is not armed, or rather not openly carrying a gun. You are sure that there are probably two or three guns on him at any one time, but you can never see them. Also, Brad tends to dress more like a host than a bouncer. \n\nYou think that Brad is a dangerous individual who has been assigned a job that will keep him from getting in trouble by going “too far” on other jobs. You also get the feeling that he is the sort of man who does not like to give orders twice. You also think that he was trained in military Special Forces somewhere and simply got the taste for killing and liked it a little “too much” to fit into society. \n\n<<back>>

The United People's Republic, also known as “The Union” or simply “Unionists”, is a communist faction that has a strong military and has a very controlled population. From birth until death, the main purposes of the general population is to have a government education, serve years in mandatory military service, often for life and then take whatever job the “Government” needs most. This results in a population that is always able to be called on in a time of war or emergency. It is common for one planet to send hundred or thousands of ‘reservists’ in case of flooding or quakes to an area for assistance. Most of the population work either directly or indirectly with the military or police. Military rank is often seen as more important than family bonds. Family members will turn each other in for promotions, often knowing that it may result in those family members being sold into slavery. \n\nThe population is not seen as ‘very kind’ but are almost always in good health due to governmental health care and daily exercise that keeps all ‘able bodied men and women’ between the ages of 17 to 50 in peak physical condition. The ‘average family’ consists of the father (Head of the house), the mother (care-giver) and normally four children, sometimes more. The “family” is important to the average “Unionists”, but only until the son or daughter achieves a higher military rank than the parents. If a child ever becomes a higher rank than their parents they will have little or nothing to do with them from that point on. For a high ranking military member to actually take care of his or her parents is a rare thing, but often used for political reasons rather for genuine concern for the parents. \n\nMost of the people in the United People's Republic have been brainwashed since birth to ‘serve the state’. Because service and loyalty are highly rewarded, most “Unionists” view anyone who is not willing to serve the state with mistrust. As such, the police force, courts, hospitals, and political careers are highly sought after careers outside of the military and “State Agencies“. Approximately 75% of “Unionist” works directly or indirectly for the government.\n\nSlavery is limited in the United People's Republic, normally limited to disgraced military members or common criminals. Slavery in the United People’s Republic territories is highly regulated. While you may be a slave, you do have limited rights and are expected to be taken care of like a family pet. Granted, this “taken care of” simply means that no slave is allowed to be beaten to death; it is common for slaves to end up in hospitals with burns and cuts due to being punished. Female slaves are often used as “breeders” within wealthy families, simply being available to produce children when ordered. However like most “communists” societies, their “underground” (criminal element or black market) is highly profitable, but highly dangerous. The United People's Republic has both local police and “State Police”. The local police have the legal right to detain and imprison. The “State Police” have the legal right for summary executions, often in some dark cell away from the public. \n\n<<back>>

If you had any doubts to how mad Eve really was, you had your answer by the time that your new master had completed his second thrust inside of your vagina. Instantly you felt every muscle straining because of his thickness. The way that his hard dick forced your vaginal walls to get out of the way so he could bury his dick all the way to the base of his cock inside of you. You could feel the rounded head of his cock moving back and forth like a pendulum. The way that his balls slapped against your body, just between the opening of your vagina and the opening of your asshole. You felt the weight of his body move with each thrust of his hips, as well as each thrust forced your breasts to “bounce” from the impact of his body. \n\nAnd above all else, you felt the pain. Pure, unmistakable pain as your vagina was used in a way you simply were not prepared for or used to. The pain alone was completely unbearable. You instantly started to cry out in discomfort because of the way your legs were being pushed wider apart to give him more access, as well as pain because of the feeling of his hard dick so deep inside of your body, forcing its way deeper with each thrust. \n\n“Oh, god!” You scream out. “Stop. Oh, god, please, stop! It hurts. You’re hurting me! I can’t take it!” \n\n“Hush, cumslut.” He says as he smiles at you. “You’ll get used to daddy’s big dick in time. I just need to stretch [[your pussy out a bit more]].” \n\n

He backs away and you see the other female coming at you, her magnetic boots humming and thudding as she crossed the cargo bay to you. You put your hands up, ready to fight her when she starts to laugh and pulls out a gun that had been strapped to her back somehow. She continues to laugh as she pulls the trigger. \n[img[z/50.JPG]]\nYou have died. Look at your [[final stats]].

“Thanks, hon.” She whispers. “Most new members wouldn’t check with how I felt about it.” \n\nBut there was something in her eyes. It was a sign you’ve seen in the past as a man many of times after a kiss. She wanted more. Either another kiss, this time directed by you, or simply another kiss that would lead into something else. It wasn’t exactly a look “of desire” as much as a look of “open invitation”. One that you knew as a man if you took her up on it was going to result in much more going on between you, but one that as a woman might just be a simple one-time-only sort of deal. \n\nAnd as a woman, what would she do if you let the signal slip by you without acting on it? She couldn’t be upset if you ignored it. Could she? If you simply stood up and acted like the kiss was just between friends then she would know that she could trust you to keep things secret between the two of you. You wouldn’t want to tell everyone about the kiss and she wouldn’t want people to know about the embarrassment of being rejected. \n\nIt was hard to tell what to do but you had to quickly make up your mind what was the “proper” course of action for you to take. As a man, your instinct was to press your advantage as much as possible. But as a female, you should be more reserved and accepting of friendly signs of affection without assuming it was supposed to be more than that. \n\nYou smiled as you looked at Kelly and quickly made up your mind to: \n\n[[Act like the man you were]]. \n[[Act like the girl you pretended to be]].

He started to bark orders for people to sweep the rest of the ship in different departments and you found yourself having to be the one to inform both the captain and the crew that Rick didn’t make it. The silence over the headset was deafening for several seconds. And when the captain’s voice finally did come over the headset again, it infuriated you to hear his voice. \n<<set $man -= 5>> <<set $woman += 5>> \n“Are you sure?” The captain asks. \n\n“Fuck you!” You scream at him over the mic. “Yes, I’m fucking sure. I can see the wall right through his fucking heart you son of a bitch! This is all your fucking fault! You left us completely exposed and having to come save your fucking ass. You son of a bitch!” \n\nYou only stopped screaming at the captain for what had happened to Rick when you saw Dave standing by you. The emotional outburst that you had came from somewhere you didn’t expect as you almost collapsed in his arms as you cried over Rick’s death. You don’t know why you were so emotionally destroyed by his death; it wasn’t like you were lovers or family members. But it really did a number on you, to the point where Dave had to take you back to your own ship as the crew dealt with the cargo and Rick’s body. \n\nYou don’t want to say that you agreed with what Dave did when you got back to the ship but maybe it was the right thing to do. You were still too emotionally raw from what had happened, and when he put your hiber-bed on the maximum setting, you didn’t have [[the strength to offer any complaints]].

About twenty minutes after he was done with you, he came back into your room with a small bag in his hand. You let out a defeated sigh as he put the collar and leash around your neck, and while he bound your hands securely behind your back, the cuffs weren’t so tight as to cut off circulation to your fingers. The gag was something you weren’t expecting, but at the same time you weren’t entirely surprised by it either.\n<<silently>> \n<<set $fit = "basic training">> <<set $fed = "fugitive">> \n<<set $slave = "slave">>\n<<set $impress = "faceless and nameless">> <<set $trust = "do not">>\n<<set $expect = "property">>\n<<endsilently>>\nYet, after he had “prepared you for transport” he took care of one detail that was impossible to overlook. The hissing sound and smell of burnt flesh was ignored for several seconds as you screamed against the gag in your mouth as he branded a small “S” on your shoulder blade. You knew that you had just been “branded a slave”, but thought that they would have used something to numb the area before branding you like that. \n\nThe trip to the port was humiliating as you were only allowed to wear a small g-string and a shawl over your breasts that kept the “S” visible at all times. You don’t know where you were going or even how long the trip was going to be. All you knew was that you were placed within the stasis pod and he set the controls. You noticed that there were another 20-25 slaves in the other pods, but that was it. You started to fall asleep as you thought about what [[your next move was going to]] be.

Yet, you had no idea how long the crew was going to take to get to you, and you were pretty sure that you were running low on ammo. You were going to have to start taking careful shots with the few remaining darts you had, or switch weapons, which would expose your spot to the soldiers. You were at least trained to use all the weapons on you; you simply wished that the constant ringing in your ears would stop so that you could concentrate on aiming better. \n[img[z/zai.JPG]]\nBut you didn’t have much choice in the matter after a few more seconds. You pulled the trigger and realized you were completely out of ammo. You quickly shifted over to your own pistol, knowing that each shot was going to give the soldiers a better idea of where you were. You decided to do something unexpected and rather smart. You would fire off a short burst of four or five shots and then quickly take off between the houses, using them to cover your withdrawal and hope to find a good position to fire from a few seconds later. If you were lucky, the soldiers would be too focused on where your shots had just come from to be able to keep [[up with your moving around]]. \n\n

But you had something in your favor that Kelly didn’t. These two guys weren’t wearing any sort of contraption to restrict their climaxes. One second you were fucking and sucking, the next you were no longer being rocked by the man behind you as he paused in his thrusting. If you had more experience as a female you would have known that it was a sign to pay attention to. But you didn’t have that experience to work with as a female. And when you felt his cock cumming inside of you? Well, it was far too late to say anything about it. \n[img[z/zbs.JPG]]\nNot that you could have said anything at all at the moment anyway. The older man’s hand on the back of your head wasn’t forcing you up and down on his shaft to go deeper. But he was clearly indicating that you should go faster. You tried to follow the guidance as best as possible, but going faster and only being able to take so much of his cock before gagging wasn’t the best combination in the world for you. And maybe that was what prevented you from picking up on the signals that he [[was about to cum as well]]. \n\n

It didn’t matter if you had to run into the reactor room, open up the main chamber of the reactor and piss on the thing. You had to get the temperatures back under control and you had to do it as fast as possible and still keep your reactor from being damaged in the process. Something that wasn’t easy to do with the limited amount of options you had available. \n\nIn the old days, you could dump a lot of water on a reactor and help to keep it cooled by circulating cold water through pipes and letting the hot water, or sometimes steam, escape through different pipes. But water was limited to what you had onboard while you were in space, and the idea of radiating your drinking supply wasn’t an option. But once ships started to leave the planet, and more powerful reactors were designed, someone came up with a very ingenious, although some thought it was insane, idea on how to provide all the cold temperature you needed to keep the reactor cooled off. \n\nYou pressed the button and heard the warning siren as well as the flashing blue and yellow lights. You quickly stood up from your chair to look into the reactor room by using your eyes instead of the vid-monitors and sighed in relief that you hadn’t activated the system with someone in the room. Not that it would really matter in about four more seconds. \n\nWhile the radioactive material burning through the floor of the chamber and out through the ship was a bad idea, opening the panel on top of the section and exposing the shielded reactors to the coldness and vacuum of space was a different thing. The housing would stay secure, but the sheer coldness outside of the reactors would cause the [[entire housing to cool off]].

It wasn’t until Hank’s hand grabbed you as you floated near him that you even realized that you had actually gotten to your attack position. You offered a slight smile as you started your own procedure of looking over his gear before you gave each other the all clear signal that you were ready. But even knowing that at any second the large doors in front of you were going to open and you would finally be able to see your next target, you could feel yourself shivering inside of your spacesuit. Not because you were cold, but because you were filled with such nervous energy and eagerness to get things started that you just couldn’t help yourself. \n\nAnd then the doors slid open without a sound. You saw the target about 200 yards away, much further than you would have expected to see the ship. You let out one short ‘ugh’ in frustration and quickly slam the button that would fire the boarding system. You waited, and waited, and waited for the light to turn green. You finally had a good magnetic seal on the other end and the line had been drawn tight between the two ships. With a quick flick of the wrist and a shove of your legs, you had secured yourself to the line over your head to avoid floating off into space and propelled yourself forward to the other ship. \n\nBut now that you were out in the vastness of space you have nothing to hold onto or to stand on. Instinctively your head turns around to look for some sort of reference for your brain to process as “the ground” and you see exactly why there was such a huge gap between the two ships. The extended wing of the target had prevented the two [[ships from getting closer to each]] other.

After enjoying a little more wine, and watching you and Hilda dance together a few times, the feeling in the room at least eased up a bit. You had no problems spending most of your time with Hilda than with Jason, and he seemed to be the sort of man who really enjoyed watching two girls being ‘affectionate’ with each other, encouraging the two of you to kiss more often or to fondle each other a bit more. Clearly the entertainment was keeping him happy as he smiled whenever he noticed you looking at him. Besides, the longer the evening went on spending more time with Hilda, the less time you had to spend with him. \n[img[z/16.gif]]\n“Tight-ass?” Jason says in the middle of a kiss between you and her. \n\n“Yes, sir?” She asks as she continues to [[dance with you but look at him]]. \n\n

The four of you took the time to search the house for weapons of any sort. There were plenty of rods to use, which was nice as you could secure them under your clothes. But it shocked you to find two burners and a large assortment of knives in the closet. You divided the weapons as best you could between the four of you and then started to look for money, food and keys to the vehicles in the garage. The best thing to do at the moment was get out of town, not hang around longer than you had to. \n\nYou could only pray that the man driving the vehicle knew where he was going. You still had no idea what planet you were on, let alone have the slightest idea of what the city was like or the country side. All you had seen was the route taken from the auction house to the mansion you had spent the last few days in. But you were happy to let him drive the car as you kept the communications set to the local authority channel. You were sure that at any moment it would get out that the lady was dead. You felt slightly ashamed at never even knowing her name, other than “mistress”. Yet, not the least bit upset [[about having killed such an evil woman]]. \n\n

Again, you found yourself at the airlock, waiting for it to open, and again the nervous energy started to build in your body as you waited for the signal to go. You actually smiled when the door opened and you found yourself back out in space, floating towards the other ship, not knowing what to expect when the doors opened up. \n\nBut unlike your last raid: \n\n[[This was a larger ship]]. \n[[This was an unmarked vessel]]. \n[[The outer doors would not open]].

“Attention!” The voice over the loud speaker above your head called out. “Folding in ten minutes. Repeat, ten minutes.” \n\nYou realize that your own thoughts would have to wait. The first thing you have to do is return to the pod and go back into stasis. You were woken up early because of the graft and spending the next three weeks trying to master control of your new body would have helped, it would also have been a big problem as the crew of the ship started to ask too many questions. Being seen by the crew roaming disoriented through the engine room was one thing since they would have written it off to the computer malfunction opening your pod early from being stopped and boarded. But for three weeks? They would have known something was wrong and held you for the authorities when you landed. Or probably just thought of you as a stowaway and demanded to have sex for passage. It was known to happen, although not that often. \n\nYou make your way back to the pod and notice that two of them were open. One was the one that you were about to use, the other was the one that you had jumped into earlier. Obviously the “Feds” had captured your body and probably already sent it out the nearest airlock. That would be the only reason they were letting the ship continue instead of turning back. And while you hated to think about your old body floating forever somewhere in space, it didn’t surprise you that the Feds would take advantage of your unconscious state by spacing you. It was simply a matter of carrying your body to the airlock without any resistance and pressing a few buttons. No struggle, no mess, and more importantly, no witnesses. \n\nYou set the pod to ‘resume’ and stepped into the pod again. Unlike the last time, the needles that pierced your skin and drugged you happened slowly. The first one numbed you a bit and the next three or four put you to sleep again. You remember hearing the hissing of the pod door as it closed, but [[not much else]].

Working at the Red Rabbit wasn’t all bad. You enjoyed being able to use the garden in the greenhouse on the roof of the building, as well as the artificial sunlamps that helped to keep the girls a nice tanned color instead of the pasty white of most people living underground on Binder. And there was a small but relaxing pool that was available in the basement that was only used by the staff, although both the girls and bouncers refused to be bothered with wearing anything while using it. \n\nSpeaking of the bouncers, they were not at all what you would normally think about when you thought about bouncers. They weren’t big guys who were used to scare people away, they were average looking and rather friendly in nature, often joking with the girls as they watched over them. But a part of their threatening nature was the fact that they were the only ones who were armed. The customers were required to register their weapons at the door before being allowed to see the girls. \n\nAnd ironically, the customers weren’t too bad either. Everyone was on their best behavior, not because of the armed guards but because of the general atmosphere of the place. They were required to be cleanly bathed, something that sounds funny in a lot of places until you remembered that most of the customers worked 12-14 hours a day for weeks at a time inside of a spacesuit. Not to mention the ones that didn’t need a spacesuit to work, were often miners in general? Well, there was a common thought on Binder by most guys that trying to wash more than just your hands to eat was a waste of time. It was funny what a long hot shower or bath could do to improve someone’s attitude. Not to mention the fact that they knew something was going to happen sexually before they left, so there was no need to [[rush into anything right away]].

As tiring as it was, even with both Larry and Tom helping whenever possible, it wasn’t really a bad thing either. You located a few hidden compartments that you hadn’t known about making the repairs. And in either a rare display of ‘teamwork’, or simply as a show of thanks, the captain and Jen both took over the final watch as Lucy landed the ship, allowing you and Jake to both enjoy a well earned sleep in your hiber-beds as Lucy landed the ship. It was odd waking up without hearing the reactors running in the next room, as well as feeling the sudden shift in gravity again. But it was rather nice to wake up on a new planet and know that you and your crew were safe and sound.\n<<set $smug = "pocket change">>\nYou didn’t know just how much that pirate attack had made you a real ‘part of the crew’ for everyone until the captain took everyone out for a rare celebration meal for a safe trip. It was the first time that you really felt like you ‘belonged’ after signing up with the crew and you knew that you had finally found a ‘home’ after all. Of course, it was a home that was only going to be a short term home. But at least it was a step in the right direction as far as getting back home to your commanding officials. And to top it all off, the captain made a promise that he [[would never call you a babe again]].

The thrill of the attack was already pumping through your system. The elation of having survived the attack was like kindling. The small little victory kiss that Hank had given you was like setting off a wildfire. You quickly shoved him against the nearest wall and rammed your tongue into his mouth as your hand quickly found the cock you’ve been watching the last few minutes flopping around as you were busy killing people. \n<<set $shoot = "roughly trained">><<set $fuk += 1>><<set $con += 1>> \nThere is an old saying that being so close to death and surviving a dangerous situation was known to make people react in irrational and uncommon ways. But the truth was, you wanted to get fucked for some reason. You felt the need for someone to be inside of you. And after all the working out you have done with Hank and the simulations of breaching under different conditions, you simply could not resist the urge to be with him in some form of sexual manner. \n<<set $vag = "very tight">> <<set $vagres = "leaving you tender">>\nYet, once your fingertips brushed against his cock, you were shocked to realize that your eagerness to return the kiss had a very impressive result. Hank’s cock had gone from only four inches or so limp, to a good seven or eight inches when completely hard. And he was very hard and erect at the moment as his hand gave your ass a firm squeeze. Yet, Hank was only taken back from your sudden attention for only a couple of seconds. Now that you had taken the “first move”, he was [[not going to sit back]] anymore.<<set $opt = "wrong">>

Even after being with several men at this point, you were still somewhat ashamed of yourself. Not just physically but mentally as well. Yet, now you were somewhat proud of yourself for being able to go through the whole thing without any real sense of hatred about the way you felt. And it was several seconds before you realized that you weren’t reaching over the nightstand for some of the pain pills you normally took after sex with someone. \n\nYou had been with younger men, better built men, better endowed men. But for a bald guy who was almost 60 and only had what you would call an average sized cock, he was clearly the only one that had been able to get you to climax. And yet, for [[some reason he was the best]] man you’ve ever been with. \n

-------------\n<<pink>>“Now, listen.”<</pink>> The voice says again. <<pink>>“Relax your throat and let your tongue slide along the underside of his dick. It is so easy to do. And enjoy that tickle in the back of your throat when he gets there. Don’t stay there letting him gag you, go deeper and get his dick all the way into your mouth.” <</pink>> \n\n“But…” You start to say. \n\n<<pink>>“But what?” <</pink>> The voice cuts back. <<pink>>“You’ve been fucking this up since you started and I’m sick of it. Look, I’m not happy about making me into a whore, but damn it at least be good at it. Now, feel it like I do. The way that his hard dick keeps your mouth open and the way your lips slide along his shaft at the same time. Don’t worry; I’ll [[keep you from gagging if]] you let me.” <</pink>> \n---------------\n\n

You were rewarded with a wonderful feeling of the ship itself starting to buck as the engines came on and tried to provide enough lift to slow your decent. But you expected it; in fact you planned on it. You quickly shifted your attention to the controls and tried to balance things out and smooth the rate of decent and waited as the navigator finally plotted the spot for you to aim for. \n\nYou brought the ship down with a slightly rough thud, noticing that you were getting a few warning indicators on your displays as one of the hydraulic struts to the landing gear had collapsed. It would have to be fixed before landing again, but it was a simple fix that could be done in space when you had the time to do it, or it could be done on land if you wanted. But it would be quicker and easier in space where things were weightless. Moving three hundred kilos of hydraulic struts was not going to be easy for people to do on land, but one man could do it in space with a simple tether. \n\nYou joined the crew by the airlock and noticed a few of the looks you got. This was your first raiding party, not to mention that it wasn’t the best landing possible. You weren’t really off to a good start at the moment, but you told Scott to be ready to fix the strut before landing again, hoping that others would understand that [[the slightly rough landing]] wasn’t all your fault. \n\n

Thankfully you all had a somewhat ‘slave mentality’ about the party the following morning as you showered and shaved your crotches. Nobody wanted to discuss anything that they had done, and while it was a given that you and Tracy had gotten off ‘light’ compared to Hilda and Vicky, you all know from the way you looked that you all had a difficult night over all. But the less said about what had happened over the last few hours the better. A simple acknowledgement that you had somehow gotten through it was pointless when you could actually see each other and guess at how someone got a bruise or what they had done to make them move so slowly. \n\nAnd this was especially true for Hilda when you were putting her butt-plug into place after showering. For the first time since you met her she actually flinched when she felt the tip of the butt plug against her asshole. And most people would have probably missed it, but you had been doing this to her for long enough to notice it. Her little pucker appeared to be slightly bruised going by the slight discoloration of her skin. So you simply let her use you for support as she eased it into herself rather than pushing upward. \n\nBut one ‘successful’ party wasn’t going to get in the way of your training program. You might all have the day off after the party, which was perfect for Penny as she got to spend all day with Brad without having to deal with any of you, but it still left you having to do your own things after she gave you your daily schedules. And just as you expected, Tim was standing next to the table for your “morning meal”, since he had not been able to get you or Tracy to suck his dick the night before. You don’t know why you felt the way you did, but you got the impression that since you and Tracy were bruised it must have really excited him because it was a massive climax [[he had on your food that morning]].

But it was a bat that was slammed against you body again and again as the man’s two friends took turns hitting you with it over and over. He stayed on the floor by the side of the bed trying to keep from bleeding out through his dick as you were hit by the bat repeatedly. You were lucky, if that is the right word, that you had been dazed from the first time the bat hit your face, as you couldn’t really keep up with the other hits because they were happening too fast and over too much of your body to keep track of. But you were able to at least feel another hit on your head that would have normally knocked you out, if you hadn’t been so dazed to begin with. But a last hit on the head took care of that problem by crushing your skull. \n[img[z/36.JPG]]\nYou have died. Look at your [[final stats]].

But you never saw the shot. One second you were starting to think that you had the upper hand on what was going on. You were looking forward to being able to let the crew know about what you had done, even while injured. The next second you were standing stunned and silent at the look of the soldier with the rather large weapon in his hands that had been sneaking up on you all this time. \n[img[z/zaj.JPG]]\nYou looked down at your chest and saw the startling amount of blood on your chest. It was the last thing you were ever going to see before you fell to the ground dead. \n\nLook at your [[final stats]].

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It was odd to think that there were actually families just a few streets over, but there were. You had actually seen a few small children here and there as you went to the stores in the area to get a few items, but you were warned that the “working girls” were not allowed pass a specific spot without an escort or unless she was moving from “working” to “mother”, something that was common to a lot of whores on Binder after a few years. \n\nAnd that was where you started to really have a serious problem with your choice in how to earn money. Most of the customers that came into the place had “regulars” that they would see. You could eat and drink with the man, but you were absolutely not allowed to take him upstairs with you under any condition. And you found yourself more than once simply entertaining a guy while his “regular host” was busy working with another man. Being the “new girl” at the Red Rabbit, you didn’t have any regulars and more than once a guy who you had been working on for the last hour or so was taken away from you by a girl who had been there longer and you couldn’t say anything about it. \n\nNot that you really wanted to say anything, in fact you were kind of relieved when a girl would take a guy away from you. As much as you enjoyed the relative safety and the money in general, you were not at all comfortable with what you had to do in order to make that money. In fact, you were still struggling with it at all times. Not the aspect of being thought of as a whore, but the physical acts that was required of you as one. Once the front door opened and the guy stepped into the room, you were happy and perfectly able to keep him interested. But as soon as his pants came off and you could see his erection in his underwear, all that [[happiness went right out the window]].

<<pink>>“Bullshit, you fucking liar.”<</pink>> Eve replies back. <<pink>>“You never let me do a fucking thing. Every time that I want to do something, you always find a reason not to do it. I wanted to eat a big breakfast; you said it would make me fat. I wanted to watch a comedy; you said that I should watch that historical vid. I wanted to read a book, you made me go use the gym in the cargo bay. I wanted to go home and see my family again; you told me that they were as good as dead. So don’t you dare fucking sit there and tell me that I can do what I want to do. I can’t do a fucking thing. How would you like it? Being a prisoner in your own body, unable to talk, unable to act, unable to do a fucking thing because some selfish upright asshole just has to be the authority on everything? You know what? Why don’t you just fucking kill yourself and make it easier for both of us. I would rather die than put up with your bullshit.” <</pink>>\n\n“Hold on.” You say, startled by the way she felt about things. “You can’t really be serious. You really want me to die?” \n\n<<pink>>“Well, no.”<</pink>> She admits. <<pink>>“Not as long as it means I have to die to. It’s just. Well, look. Ever since you took control of my body, I feel like I can’t do anything. I mean, sometimes I do like talking to you as it can make me feel better and I can sometimes at least ‘watch’ what is going on with you from time to time. But, I can’t actually do anything on my own and it gets to me. I don’t know how to explain it. I mean, it’s not like I don’t know what is going on with us, I learned how to pilot a ship and all. And it’s really cool how we can work together while piloting. I mean, have you noticed how easy it is for us? It’s because you do all the physical stuff like working switches and controls, but I run all the mental stuff like checking the gauges and quickly comparing them to other gauges. But there are times that I wished you weren’t here. At least when it comes to times like tonight. I don’t want to say that I was going to get trashed and wasted on drugs. But, I did want to cut loose and unwind. I guess I got carried away with it because I [[knew it would piss you off so]] much.”<</pink>>

“Oh, like I said. I want you to have fun. So, enjoy both girls the way you want to.” Brad says as he gives you a sharp pat on the ass. “I’m sure you can think of a way to keep the three of you busy for the night.” \n\nThere was a sound to his laughter that bothered you, and you wished that you could have put a finger on why it did. But from all appearances there was nothing to really pick up on. Jeff was an older man, probably close to 60 or mid-60’s, with a slight belly and a thick head of hair. White hair for sure, but shockingly thick given his age. And for the most part his manner was somewhat comical given the condition of his authority over the two of you. The odd way he insisted that you both share a bottle of rather good wine with him, and that you both enjoyed dancing to the music, either with him or with each other. \n\nFor the most part, he really wasn’t all that bad of a guy. The conversation wasn’t exactly heavy as you avoided most of the ‘big topics’ like religion, politics or science. But as far as discussing music and shows, or meals and clothes, the conversation did at least keep the three of you occupied. And he was at least kind enough not to call you by the stupid names you had been assigned, but things like dear, or honey, or cutie. Enough pet names that for a bit you sort of let your guard down a little more. Between his manner and the strong wine, you were able to actually relax a little more than you expected. \n\n“Tell me something, sweetheart.” He says as he looks at Vicky as he strokes her leg. “The two of you aren’t [[really sisters]], are you?”

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“What’s your name, cumslut?” He asks again. \n\n“Cumslut, sir.” You answer almost immediately. \n\nYou had learned your lesson with that first slap and his finger rammed inside of you. But at least after giving the “proper answer” to his question the pain in your crotch eased up instantly. Well, maybe not instantly. You still felt his finger inside of your vagina wiggling around like a worm on a hook, but at least he wasn’t being forceful about it and hurting you. \n\n“And tell me, cumslut.” He says as he turns you around to face the wall. “What would you love more than anything else in the world?” \n\nYou instantly knew that you were supposed to say something sexual. Only you really didn’t want to say anything at all at the moment. You could feel the finger inside of your snatch starting to move faster and harder, and you also knew that the longer you refused to say anything at all the more force he was going to use. It was only a matter of a couple of seconds before he would turn his little game of “teasing” into a lesson of pain. So you had to say something and you had to say something fast. \n\n<<pink>>“I would love to [[learn how to suck your dick]].” <</pink>>\n<<pink>>“I would love to [[learn how to be fucked]].” <</pink>>\n<<pink>>“I would love to [[learn how to be fucked in the ass]].”<</pink>>

You watched the vehicle pulling up into the driveway and stopping in front of the house. The man driving it was older than you expected. But when he stepped out of the vehicle, you saw the “S” on his back and knew that he was simply a chauffeur and nothing else. He opened the door and you saw a younger man, probably in his 30’s step out and walked up to the two of you. \n[img[z/zau.JPG]]\n“You the girls?” He asks. \n\n“Yes, sir.” You tell him. \n\n“Okay, get in.” He says as [[he indicates the vehicle]]. \n\n

-----------------\n<<pink>>“So, Bloody Eve?” Eve asks as you sleep during take off. “I like that. You ever have a nickname growing up?” <</pink>>\n\n“Sure, everyone has one as a kid.” You tell her. “Not that it was anything like the one you got. But yeah, a few nicknames here and there.” \n\n<<pink>>“Oh?” Eve asks. “Like what?” <</pink>>\n\n“Nothing important.” You tell her. “Most of them were [[just codenames]].” \n--------------------------\n

----------------\n<<pink>>“I know what you mean.” A strange voice echoes in your head. <</pink>> <<pink>>“I love Jim, I really do. But I wished he was snipped like dad was. Dad had such a nice looking dick. It wasn’t as big as Jim’s, but it looked a lot better. I don’t really care that much if I love the guy. But just looking at him? Well, they are a little better looking without the foreskin. Although I wanted to do [[more with you]] before we talked about this sort of thing.” <</pink>>\n--------------

You hear a muffled protest as you feel Tracy’s face shoved against your exposed crotch and ass. But her protest didn’t last long after he reminded her that the puppy was so lonely in the bathroom with nobody to take care of her. Instantly you felt Tracy’s hot and thick tongue dart along the opening of your vagina, then instantly felt the tip digging into your fuck-hole even deeper. \n\n----------------------\n<<pink>>“Oh god, no!”<</pink>> Eve cries out. <<pink>> “Tracy, stop! Oh, god, stop!”<</pink>> \n-----------------\n\nFor one short moment you thought for sure that Eve was screaming out what you were thinking. That Tracy shouldn’t be doing this sort of thing. That she should have more respect for herself than to accept being ordered to lick his cum out of your vagina. But you soon learned that wasn’t the reason that Eve had cried out. She knew your body better than you did, and while you couldn’t believe that it was possible given the way you felt emotionally at the moment as well as how tender you were physically, Tracy’s tongue licking your vagina caused you to have a massive climax. \n\nYou felt your whole body thrashing on the bed as Tracy held onto your hips. She continued to lick your vagina and clit over and over, which only caused your climax to continue longer and longer. Between the sensitive opening of your vagina, as well as the overwhelming eagerness of her tongue to do the [[job to finally see the puppy]], you were completely powerless to prevent your body from reacting.

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You had hoped, or rather you had planned, to slip into the port as quietly as possible and get through decon and customs without being noticed, then hanging around the port itself looking over available ships that were about to take off and their destinations to figure out what crew was going to be best to approach as far as signing on. But instead of being able to do that, you were caught in a very public berating about not knowing your place, being a spoiled kid, and above all else having no respect for your elders, all while under the watchful eyes of everyone from the ship and the customs agents who were directing people to their individual decon-chambers. In short, being scolded like a little kid in public was generating too much attention and it bothered you. \n\nYet, you couldn’t simply walk away like you wanted to. You knew that if you did that it would only get worse as other people would have gotten involved and prevented you from leaving without giving the older man his “privilege to say something”. You wouldn’t be physically restrained, but you would have found your passage blocked by several other people, probably the customs agents themselves that would have prevented you from leaving. \n\nThe Union had some strange customs, but being admonished like a little girl in public was one of the oddest ones. Had you been a family member he might have held off until you got out of the public and into some privacy. Had you been of higher military rank he wouldn’t have said a word, in fact he would have been the one that got out of your way. And had you been lovers? Well, he would have taken the innocent little public “misstep” as a sign of sexual interest. But you weren’t family, you weren’t in the military and you weren’t lovers. That left only one viable social option left to you and that was to simply stand there and take it until he got it out of his system regardless of offering apologies or not. It was not the “unnoticed landing” [[that you had been hoping for]].

<<set $age += 10>> \nLarry Garnder, <<print $age>> year old male. \n[img[z/Larry.JPG]]\nLarry Garnder is a beast of a man. Not in attitude but just in sheer size. No wonder he works in the cargo bay, he looks like he can lift more than the grav-lifts. To see Larry running down the hallways is a scary sight. That is until he runs by you with a friendly smile and a happy-to-see-you “hello”. He clearly enjoys working out, probably a little too much. But there is no denying the fact that his working out has had impressive results. \n\nOn the ship: Larry tends to be a bit intimidating because of his size, but he couldn’t be nicer if he tried. Always friendly and helpful, he will sit and discuss in any subject under the sun, often with a surprising grasp of the subject. Because of his size, he is fully aware of accidentally hurting you, or anyone else, and that tends to make him seem like his is afraid of touching you. But that is because he really would be heartbroken if he did hurt you, or anyone else on the crew. The only way to really describe him is as a “gentle giant”. \n\nOff the ship: Larry enjoys any sort of sporting activity, even if it is just sitting back and watching it. It is common for him to be involved in some form of “pick-up” game with crewmembers of other ships, and before long he will be involved in some sort of friendly game of cards or dice. While people see him as another “stupid jock”, he isn’t. Those friendly “games” are a good way to get information about a ship’s destination or what sort of cargo is being hauled where. \n\n<<back>>

When you had seen Brad fully clothed you were not impressed at all. You found him to be too “plain” to make any kind of lasting impression, and a bit “goofy looking” to really take him serious about anything at all. But now that he was nude and you could actually see his dick, you realized that your first impressions had been completely wrong. He had a dick that must have been at least eight inches long, and a fair amount of thickness to him as well. It only took that quick glance for you to realize that his dick was much bigger than the one you used to have as a male. \n\nAnd knowing that his dick was not only longer but thicker bothered you in a way that you had never felt before. For the first time in your life you were actually somewhat jealous of his size. You had always heard about “penis-envy” and how one guy might be jealous of another man’s size. But you had never really experienced it yourself. Oh sure, you had always wondered what it would be like if you were a little bigger, but that was normal for every guy in the known galaxy to wonder from time to time. \n\nAnd it wasn’t like you had anything to be ashamed of as a man when you think about it. A little over six inches and a slightly thicker than normal size as far as roundness was concerned. But while you might not have won any “big dick” contests if you had the nerves to enter one, you had been informed by several women that your own dick had looked “cute” or “really nice” because of the way the head of [[your cock was almost a]] perfect “mushroom” shape. \n\n

Who actually did it you couldn’t say. Well, actually you could say as you saw it happening and had actually laughed about it. But you would never tell anyone from the port authority or the police that you had seen William picking up the chair and throwing it at the other table. Not that you really had much of a chance to tell anyone anything at all.\n\nThe fight had broken out by that simple action, and while you had been too busy laughing about it, someone had tossed another chair back in anger. Once the furniture tossing had been completed, the hands and feet started to fly with reckless abandon by both crews, as well as several other crews at different tables around you. It was, by all accounts a rather large bar fight that ensued for several minutes. You do recall being able to grab the hair of one of the females on the other crew and slamming her head against the table after you saw her kicking Cathy on the ground. But that was really the last think you remembered for the rest of the fight. \n\nWho had spun you around and punched you? Well, you couldn’t really say. It had been a male, and he had been rather big. Not muscle wise, but big as in rather plump and round. But hidden behind all of that fat was a shocking amount of force that knocked you out and left you on the ground unable to do anything to protect yourself or fight back. Of course, since you were now ‘out of the fight’ on the floor, nobody really seemed to bother with you, other than the occasional accidental kick as they moved around [[the bar and fought with someone]] else.

<<pink>>“Well, then.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“The only thing to do is to get back home, have the agency mature your clone and fuck yourself until you get knocked up. Then you can have the baby and I can have my own body back.”<</pink>>\n[img[z/3.JPG]]\n“But, wouldn’t that make you my mother?” You ask her in confusion. \n\n<<pink>>“And what’s wrong with that?”<</pink>> Eve snaps. <<pink>>“Are you [[saying I would be a bad mother]]?”<</pink>>\n\n

“So be it.” Your instructor says. \n\nYou never even saw the slaptranq he had in his hand. You felt him slap your arm, and then felt yourself getting sleepy and your eyelids getting heavy. You were able to see him stand up, but nothing else. You don’t know how long you were out of it, but it was long enough that he had time to arrange things. \n\n[[The person who harassed you]] the most was standing over you when the slaptranq wore off.

---------------\n<<pink>>“Oh, don’t act like you didn’t like it, you slut.” <</pink>> A soft voice whispered in your ear as you slept. <<pink>>“You enjoyed it more than you want to admit. Did you hear how excited you were [[when you said next time]]?” <</pink>>\n---------------\n\n

In one smooth motion, he was able to pull your panties off of your legs and instantly fell to the floor by the edge of the bed and hooked his arms around your thighs. You felt the heat and moisture of his tongue against your clit and instantly felt your entire body grow hotter and your breathing starting to catch in your throat. Geoff was just as talented with his tongue as he was with aiming the ship in space. Almost immediately he had zeroed in on your clit with his tongue and applied just the right amount of pressure and speed. \n[img[z/55.JPG]]\n-----------\n<<pink>>“Oh god, James!”<</pink>> [[Eve yells out in shock]]. <<pink>> “I can’t do it. I can’t block him out.” <</pink>>\n----------\n\n

“And your name?” He asks as he turns to look at you. \n\n“My name is cumslut.” You reply as you bow your head the same way Vicky had. “It’s an honor to meet you, sir.” \n\n“Well, senator?” Brad asks. “What do you think?” \n\n“Cut out the senator shit, already.” He says as he approaches to stand in front of the three of you. “I already told you that you’ll get that government contract. Tonight I’m not here on business; I’m here to have fun. Call me Jeff, you dirty old bastard. So tell me, sweetcunt, are you two sisters?” \n\n“Yes, sir.” Vicky says as she looks at you. \n\n“Well, Jeff. You three have fun. I have other guests I have to attend to.” Brad says as he passes the two of you over to the man. “You know how it is as a host. Busy, busy, busy. I’ll probably be so busy that I won’t be able to see you for the rest of the night. But I didn’t want you to think that I had forgotten about you. I’m sure that you can find a way to keep yourself entertained. Enjoy yourself to the fullest. Just remember that cumslut is still in training, so she isn’t allowed to do some stuff. But I’m sure that sweetcunt can tell you all about it if you want her to.” \n\n“Later Brad.” He says. “Oh, one quick question. If cumslut isn’t allowed to party, [[why is she here]]?”

You instantly find your awareness back in the body again. Instead of being a ‘passenger’ of the body you were the one that was back in control again. And now that Geoff was working your clit into frenzy, the full force of your body’s pleasure slammed into you at full force. Almost instantly the slightly warm feeling in your crotch grew to a whirlpool of heat and moisture. You could feel your body starting to shiver as you dug your shoulders into the bed and tried to lift your crotch up higher to Geoff’s face to increase the pleasure. \n\nYour breathing, which had been coming in short gasps, had started to change into even shorter gasps and longer sighs. It wasn’t long before you were panting for air as if you had just finished running a marathon. You couldn’t believe how wonderful you felt as your hand slowly crept down your body and onto the back of Geoff’s head to hold him in just the right place. And when you had a hand on his head and started to press against the wall above your head on the bed, the world suddenly started to shattered around you. \n\nNot only did you feel like you were spinning completely out of control, but the lights in the room seemed to flicker in intense brightness that felt like it was blinding you. You called something out, at least that was the way it felt by the odd feeling in the back of your throat, but what it was you couldn’t remember or even hear as you heard your own heartbeat in your ears like a kettle drum going [[off right by your head]]. \n\n

Then again, didn’t that make sense as well? After all, you could watch a movie about some ancient martial arts style and see the moves and know how they were supposed to work. But you couldn’t just watch it and do it in real life. Even when you completely understood the way it worked, it didn’t replace the ability to learn it directly yourself. Even though you could clearly learn something new, at least going by the way you had started to learn how to handle the reactors in the engine room. It wasn’t like you couldn’t learn anything at all; you just couldn’t count on your memory of something to let you do it anymore. \n[img[z/31.gif][g4]]\n<<pink>>“James?” <</pink>>Eve says. \n\n

“That must be torture.” You tell her, completely dismayed by what she was telling you. \n\n<<pink>>“Well, yes and no.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“It’s torture to go through. But I’m not really missing out on the important things, like learning how to handle the reactors. You are focused on them so much that I can pretty much run the reactors myself now. It’s when you aren’t focused on things that I skip over them. That’s missing the small stuff that puts things into context and is a lot like torture.” <</pink>>\n\n“But you said yes and no.” You remind her. “How is it not like torture?” \n\n<<pink>>“Oh, that?”<</pink>> Eve says as she chuckles. <<pink>>“Well, didn’t you just experience how it isn’t? Or rather, how you can avoid being tortured? Just hit you with something you can’t think about, no matter how much you focus on it, and it kind of just numbs the whole body. Oh, you might feel sore and hurt like you did walking back to the port after waking up and getting dressed. But even then, it’s kind of a fog until you can get your thoughts back in order. So, I guess in a way you have a built-in method to resist being tortured by someone. Of course, I don’t want to put that to the test because if they ever do ‘break you’, then I will have to take back over again and I have no desire at all to be tortured by someone.<</pink>> \n\n<<pink>>That’s why it was so important [[that you showed up ten minutes early just]] for your visit with Becky.”<</pink>> Eve points out. <<pink>>“It gave you time to get yourself back under control.” <</pink>>\n--------------------------------

Not really able to think of anything to say or do, you reluctantly knew that you would have to go through with it. You sat up on the bed, more to steel your nerves than to get ready and made a big showing of adjusting your t-shirt and trying to get ‘comfortable’ on the bed. \n\nOkay, you’ve been in this sort of situation before. You knew how a girl was supposed to react to the whole thing. She was going to let out a sigh as if she was agreeing to do it because she didn’t really want to but knew that the guy wanted it. And that’s what you did as you shifted on the bed. You let out a long sigh as if to say “okay, but nothing else” and then looked up at him and rolled your eyes. \n\nIt was something that you had done to you a lot of times over the years, but you have never done it yourself. You knew what you enjoyed and how you liked for a female to suck on your own cock when you were a male, but that knowledge was not doing you any good at the moment. What you liked and what a female could actually do were two different things. A girl had to learn over the years what worked for her and what didn’t and it was strange to think that after you were through with this guy you might be able to provide a few tips when you got you [[cloned body back]]. \n\n

You watched as Geoff lowered his pants in front of you. There had been a long running joke of how men of dark skin color had larger cocks than other races. Well, you were able to confirm that Geoff was not exactly huge, at least not as big as you’ve seen in some porn-vids, but he was much larger than you had ever been before. His dick had to be at least nine inches long if not a little bit bigger than that, and a fair amount of thickness that made it hard for you to wrap your fingers around his shaft and tease his cock to full erectness as he kissed you. \n\nYou knew that you wanted him; at least you wanted to have fun with him after the way he had stood up for you at the bar. But now that you were together in the hotel room, you couldn’t help but wonder just how much you had been thinking about him on the ship before you had gone to the bar with the crew. You had noticed his build right away, which wasn’t all that impressive considering his height. But he was slim, had a good general build without any real ‘fat’ on him and the sort of personality that you liked people to have. And he wore some sort of cologne that had been driving you mad. It just didn’t smell good, which it did, but it was just the right mixture of ‘freshness’ and ‘masculinity’ that was hard to ignore. And there was something about the deep bass in his voice that just tickled your fancy in a way nobody else had been able to do. \n\nYou felt his hands gently nudging your shoulders back toward the bed and you offered no resistance at all as you got onto your back. The only time that you slightly grew worried was when Geoff started to remove your panties. But after seeing his dick, there really wasn’t any reason for you to protest when he wanted to at least ‘look’ at you as well. Only [[he had no desire to look at]] your crotch at all.

For three days you were kept bound to the floor and used over and over again. You were only let up once every two hours to move into a corner of the small cavern and use the bathroom before secured back into position again. Someone took a hose and would occasionally blast very cold and high pressure water against your exposed ass and vagina as the only way to “clean you up” for the next session of being used by who knows how many guys in a row. \n<<set $fed = "killed deserter">>\nYou realized that Amanda had sold you to a mining crew and that you were there to keep the men happy after working in the mines for hours on end. You ate from a small bowl of soup that was shoved under your face, forced to lap it up like an animal, often while someone would laugh at you and you were sure that more than one guy had jerked off into the soup by the taste of it. Yet that wasn’t the worst part. No, the worst part was still to come when you were finally allowed to take a day off and sit in a chair. \n\nAnd in walked “the Beast”, the same fat lady that you were once told by Ernie should have been killed. She simply smiled as she stepped into the room and sat down on [[a chair in front of you]]. \n\n

--------\n<<pink>> “Fuck yes, I’m serious.” <</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>> “It will be fun. And after what happened in the bar, I want to.”<</pink>>\n\n“Well, I don’t.” You tell her. \n\n<<pink>>“I knew it. You feel the same way as that asshole at the bar, don’t you?”<</pink>> Eve replies. <<pink>>“Just admit it.”<</pink>>\n\n“No, that’s not it.” You tell her. “You know that I don’t care about his skin color. Shit, that’s not it at all. It’s just, well, he’s a guy.”\n\n<<pink>>“And?”<</pink>> Eve responds. <<pink>>“Isn’t that the whole idea?”<</pink>> \n\n“Maybe for you, but not for me.” You tell her. “Look Eve, I don’t mind that you want to hook up with Geoff after he decked the guy. I mean, it’s kind of natural that you would feel a little bit attracted to him because of it and all. But you have to keep in mind that I’m still kind of in that whole guy-with-guy mindset. I’m not really comfortable with it.”\n\n<<pink>>“Oh.”<</pink>> She says. <<pink>>“Would it help if I blanked you out of it?”<</pink>>\n\n“What?” You ask, shocked that it might be possible. \n\n<<pink>>“Let’s try something.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>> “I want you to close your eyes, and think of me. Nothing else but me. Now, clear you mind and feel the way I feel. Just do what I tell [[you and see how it works]]. Now….”<</pink>>\n-------------

----------------\n<<pink>>“Oh my god.” A small voice chimed into your ear. “Yes, finally. It’s my turn to enjoy it” <</pink>>\n[img[z/zr.JPG]]\n“What?” You ask in surprise. \n\n<<pink>>“Shut up, and have fun.”<</pink>> The voice says. \n---------------\n\nThe first bouncer got between your legs and slid his hard cock into your vagina. Almost instantly you wanted to turn your head and cry like you normally did. But you couldn’t move, nor could you really feel him inside of you. You could only look up at his face and watch as his facial features slightly contorted from the effort he was using to fuck [[you as hard as he]] could.

You felt the fabric slide down your shoulders and you closed your eyes and hated yourself for what was about to happen. You felt his hand unclasp your bra and easily pulled it off of your shoulders. Your eyes looked upward at the ceiling as you felt his lips kissing your breast and then you felt the slight shifting of weight as he slowly turned you so that you were on your back on the bed. You tried to stay calm and let him pull the dress off of you, and then you felt his hands sliding your panties off. You felt his hand on your knees, slowly prying your legs apart as he got into position.\n\nThe feeling of his cock against your vagina was the moment that you instantly started to silently protest in your head. You knew that it was simply a part of your job at this point, but you absolutely hated yourself and your job in general. You had never wanted to do this sort of work, and the only reason you were doing it was so that you could afford to pay someone to smuggle you pass the blockade and into the Freed States of Alpha. So you tried your best to think about the money you were [[making and nothing but the money]]. \n\n

“Oh for fuck sake.” The other man says. “You worried about the little cunt hearing you say yes to my deal? Fuck it. Hey, you. Get on your knees and suck his dick while your betters conduct business.” \n\nYou know that you don’t have a choice in the matter. The man who had addressed you was clearly the “boss” and was used to his orders being followed. It quickly went through your mind that this had to be Carter, the guy who “B” had tried to get you in touch with when you agreed to come to Binder. Well, here he is and he could easily get the military to look the other way for you, if he wanted to. It was bad enough you already refused him once by not killing someone. If you ever wanted to get his help, you would have to fall in line and do what you were told, when you were told. \n\nYou only take about two or three seconds to think about everything that falls into place and slowly start to get under the table in front of the colonel. You slowly reach up and start to unzip his pants and pull them down enough to expose his cock, and it suddenly dawns on you what you are about to do. Yet again, seeing a man’s hard cock in his underwear causes you serious problems and you suddenly freeze up, worried that if he knew how “bad” you were reputed to be that it would negatively affect the [[business that was being discussed at the table]].

There was no need to try to hide the truth from Eve, you simply couldn’t. You might not be able to completely access each other’s memories or switch control of the body back and forth. But you had both learned that it was impossible to hide feelings from each other or the truth. The slightest attempt to hide the truth or flat out lie to each other was simply out of the question. As soon as you even tried, Eve would jump all over you and have a huge argument about why you were lying to her in the first place. So you knew that you had to be completely honest no matter what. \n\n“Okay, I’ve done it a few times here and there.” You admit. “I don’t think that I would call it a regular thing. But yeah, I’ve told a few people that I liked their brains in order to get them into bed.” \n\n<<pink>>“And it worked every time, didn’t it?”<</pink>> Eve asks. \n\n“Well, more often than not.” You admit. “There were a few who got away. But yeah, most of the time it did work.” \n\n<<pink>>“And it’s working on you too.”<</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“I know it is. I could feel the way you felt after leaving the captain’s cabin. You respected him more than anyone else you’ve met since we’ve joined. And that’s a first for you. [[Respecting another man]], I mean.” <</pink>>\n\n

“Oh, there’s a spare jumper in the footlocker in the corner. Just go shopping, be back here by 5 and I’ll hit the range with you for an hour or two to give you basic training on the burner.” She says. “But you don’t get the papers until I get the 50,000.” \n\n“Fair enough.” You say. \n\nYou spend the next several hours shopping for clothes that will last you for years. It was going to be the last set of clothes you would ever need no matter how you looked at it. Either it would last you long enough to get home and return to being a male, or it would last you long enough to be killed, or if nothing else last long enough for you to survive to find better clothes as a space-pirate. Either way, going off to be a mail-order bride without anything at all would have raised too many red-flags. \n\nNever let it be said that shopping for clothes was cheap. You were surprised at how much you were able to purchase in 14 hours when you were looking to spend around 50,000 Sterling. But by the time you got your paperwork, returned from the range with “B” with a basic understanding of the “burner” pistol and entered the stasis pod on the way to Pulse-point, you were almost completely broke. This put you at a risk of not being able to eat for long, but ironically actually a lot safer from being killed for your money when you got to Binder. \n<<set $shoot = "basic training">>\nBut the risk involved was something that was going to be eating at you as you settled into your stasis pod for the first part of your journey. You knew that death was going to be so likely from this point on that you might as well be on first name basis with him. If you thought that this was not going to carry any risks at all you were already as good as dead. And if the military suspected anything when you got to Pulse-point? Well, you wouldn’t live long enough to bother thinking about death. You would probably be taken out back behind the port and shot before even getting your paperwork done. And that was all before you had to deal with the [[risks at Binder itself]].

“Hey.” The navigator says to you. “Pack your shit.” \n\n“What?” You ask him. \n\n“Come on, pack your shit.” He says. \n\n“What the fuck are you talking about?” You ask him. \n\nBut you didn’t get a reply. The engineer simply reached over and basically dragged you off of your bed. You were struggling more to stand up on your feet than trying to get him to let go of your arm. You didn’t realize what was really going on until you were in the hallway outside of your room watching as your few belongings came flying through the door. The engineer stood in your way, preventing you from getting into the room, but leaving you plenty of space to get your belongings together. \n\n“Get the fuck out, kid.” The navigator says to you. “We took a vote on the way back. We figure if you are going to get yourself killed, you better do it on another crew. But you sure as fuck aren’t going to do it here.” \n\n“Yeah, well, who is going to pilot the ship?” You ask him. \n\n“Please.” The engineer says, finally joining the conversation. “You think that a pilot is that hard to find? I bet there are seven or eight of them in the port just waiting for [[a chance to find a ship]].”

“But if they are working for her?” You ask. \n\n“Megan is a greedy bitch who doesn’t give a shit about a person unless she is getting paid.” Amanda says. “She will just as easily kill you for 5 Sterlings as she would for 500. To her it doesn’t matter if you could earn more money down the road or not. It’s just what you could give her this instant.” \n\n“And you aren’t like that?” You ask her. \n\n“Only for someone who breaks the rules.” She says. “Look, it’s easy as long as you follow the rules. Your business is your business. You don’t like a guy you don’t have to do anything with him. I don’t look for a set amount of money a day or a week. I run this place like an apartment complex. You basically work and earn “rent” and cover your food and drinks from the bar, as well as any other “supplies” you need to do your job. But if you spend one week working every hour of every day and take the next three weeks off, I’m not going to stop you. As long as you can keep paying rent that is. You don’t pay rent? Well, like any apartment complex, you get evicted. I know, it doesn’t sound nice, but it is the only rule that I really have. You cover my costs to keep this place open, and the rest of the money you make is yours. You earn enough and I will be standing at the port to see you off with tears in the eyes. Crying because you are leaving and sad to see you go, but happy to see you leaving this sort of life behind you and returning home, probably with a lot more money in your pockets than you would have [[made at home all along]].”

Your trip was starting to look like it was going to end the exact same way that it began. You were allowed to stand on the bridge, to at least observe the pilot bringing the ship into the system and how he was manipulating the controls to avoid gravity wells or occasionally have to make minor adjustments to the angle of the ship for final approach. And yet, just like the first time you stood on the bridge, there was no mistaken the size and shape of the patrol vehicle on a direct course to intercept your ship. \n\nThe captain was busy trying to talk to someone on the other ship when he smiled and nodded his head. Whatever was being said to him over his secured link through the headset must have been good news. And from the relaxed look on his face it was obvious that he was looking forward to being able to pass by this particular patrol with no problem. \n\n“Very well.” The captain finally says through his mouth piece. “I will be sure to make arrangements. Over and out.” \n\nThere is a brief pause as the captain takes a second or two to make sure that his headset has been switched from ship to ship communications and back to simply being linked into the ship’s system. He tells the pilot to slow down and prepare to stop, and then he turns to look at you. \n\n“Eve?” He says. “Could you be a dear and inform Kelly that she will be having [[two guests shortly]]?” \n\n

“Ha! I bet the bitch never heard me coming.” He says. \n\nYou cried out in pain as someone shoved something up your ass. Whatever it was, it wasn’t a cock but steal. You never felt the plasma bolt ripping through your body. \n[img[z/zbg.JPG]]\n\nLook at your [[final stats]].\n

The strange thing is, since they weren’t really your memories, you were able to recall them as if they were your own but at the same time see them as a picture or video. You could recall specific details that the original personality mostly likely had forgotten. And since you didn’t have the associated ‘nostalgia’ for a memory, you could recall both the good and bad memories just as easily without really being emotionally judgmental about them. This would make you a lot more objectionable and indifferent to the person’s life in a lot of ways, but it would also make you a lot more aware of the strong feelings they had for certain things because you could feel them, you just didn’t share them. \n\nBut now that you were Eve’s body, you couldn’t do that sort of thing at all. You couldn’t recall her childhood, you couldn’t recall her family members, or her time in school, or even get a feeling of what sort of music or games she used to like. And that was how you felt like the two of you were completely two different personalities in the same body because she couldn’t access your own memories either. You were two different people sharing the same body, only sharing was the right term because you were clearly the one that was in control of it, at least most of the time. \n\nAnd yet, unlike split personality, there was the fact that you could actually communicate with each other. Not just communicate, but actually have arguments with each other and completely disagree with how you should feel or act. You could look in the mirror and suddenly find yourself in a silent but heated debate in your head over wearing your hair in a ponytail or just leaving it combed. And you could also find yourself standing in front of the closet and having a long-winded conversation about which outfit looked best or which one would fit better, even though it would all be in your head and take only three or [[four seconds in real]] life.

“All hands, prepare to repel boarders!” The captain called out. “Repeat, all hands, prepare to repel boarders. We are under attack by pirates. Report to battle stations. Repeat, report to battle satiations.” \n\nIf the captain’s warning wasn’t enough to wake you up, the fact that the hiber-bed had pumped you full of stimulants to counteract the sedatives to let you sleep would have. You didn’t have to bother thinking about why you woke up; the captain would have slapped the ‘override’ button on his console to wake up anyone that was in hiber-sleep when the ship was first attacked. And by the time that he was finished with his announcement, he would have been able to see the displays on his console from each bed reporting that anyone who was asleep was now doped up on high powered stimulants to get them awake again. \n\nBut despite being ‘awake’ and rather ‘alert’, that didn’t mean that you were really ‘prepared’. It took you several seconds to recall what you were supposed to do in case of being attacked. You quickly headed to the mess hall, which was the center of the ship and met the others on the crew as they gathered to be issued the weapons and gear to use in case of being attacked while in space. A odd collection of weapons that were probably outlawed in most places, and a strange combination of space-gear and riot-gear that made each of you look like someone’s [[idea of a bunch of morons more than]] a ‘mean looking crew’. \n\n

Only, you never really knew what was going on. There were a few short bursts of chatter through the com-unit you had in your ear. But that was only for the first few seconds after hearing the grappling system making contact with your ship. There was a loud burst of static as the pirates clearly started using electronically feedback to jam your signals, and with the ion-based weapons to disable your ship, as well as actual fighting from the sounds of gunfire in the hallways, it was only a matter of time before something was damaged and the lights started to flicker. \n[img[z/49.JPG]]\nBut you had been ready for that to happen and lowered the faceguard of your protective gear, thankful that it would offer a little protection. And while it was a little odd having to use the low-lighting assistance of the mask to see, at least it provided you enough vision to be able to keep covering the area you were assigned to cover. You just hoped that the rest of the [[crew was able to hold off the]] attackers so that you wouldn’t have to fight. \n\n

“And hear you bitch about it all the time? I think not.” You point out.\n\n<<pink>>“But I never try to pretend that I’m not something I clearly am.”<</pink>> Eve quickly cuts you off. <<pink>>“I’m not into Dana because she seems a little too eager. But if you wanted to see if Kris could be available, I wouldn’t mind that. She’s a sweet girl. Besides, Kris will be happy to let you take charge. Dana wouldn’t. So no, it’s not the same thing. If I’m going to ride shotgun on you getting it on with another girl, you know that I will want to be the one that is charge. I got turned into your bitch because of the mindgraft; I’m not going to be turned into a bitch for anyone else. Of course, none of this really matters as you have never tried to be involved with another girl. Which is odd, seeing how we are working at a whore-house and all. Pussy everywhere and the only thing you seem to think about is dicks, dicks, dicks. Yep, [[sounds like a gay man to me]].”<</pink>>\n-------------------------------------

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You didn’t want to let Larry down. That would have only caused friction aboard the ship. You would have not only disappointed him, but you might have prevented him from being able to get some key peace of information that the captain could use to make a serious profit on a trip. After all, if the captain knew that a ship hadn’t gone to a planet in a while, or that he was the ninth ship to transport the same cargo as the other eight ships, it could mean the difference between a large profit for everyone or simply paying the bills for restocking food and fuel. So the information could turn out to be a really important thing. \n\nBut at the same time, you could tell by the way that Larry acted around the wife and the way the husband acted towards you, that simply chit-chatting over a few drinks and maybe a meal wasn’t exactly the overall plans for the day. Nobody had promised anyone that sexual activities were going to happen. But at the same time, it was more or less left open that it could go that way if people were willing. And you simply didn’t know if you were at all willing. \n\nAs the day went on, you did have a lot to think about. And you couldn’t really tell if this was simply ‘a test’ or simply a ‘part of your job’ that you hadn’t really counted on. Sure, while in space it was possible that this sort of situation might happen in order to get an official to turn a blind eye during an inspection before letting you leave a solar system. But you had always assumed that as soon as your landing struts touched ground that you would never have to do this sort of thing. And you had always assumed that the only person who could put you in this [[sort of situation was your captain]], not another crewmember.

You slowly wake up and hear the loud hissing noise of the stasis pod as it opens up. You slowly look around the room, weak and confused from waking up from stasis. Your head hurts, your body is weak and sore, and to top it all off you are all alone. It takes you several minutes sitting inside of the pod until your head stops hurting and you step out of the pod and look around the room. Technically you aren’t really alone as several of the other pods are still filled, but your pod had been the only one that opened. \n<<silently>> \n<<set $name = "Eve Jones">>\n<<set $man = 100>> <<set $woman = 0>> \n<<set $pilot = "untrained">> <<set $medic = "untrained">>\n<<set $bribe = "untrained">> <<set $comp = "untrained">>\n<<set $shoot = "untrained">> <<set $oral = "pathetic">>\n<<set $orre = "gagging">> <<set $vag = "extremely tight">>\n<<set $vagres = "crying in pain">> <<set $anal = "extremely tight">>\n<<set $anres = "crying in pain">> <<set $uare = "still a virgin">>\n<<set $bj = 0>> <<set $swal = 0>> <<set $face = 0>> <<set $fuk = 0>> <<set $cpie = 0>> <<set $con = 0>> <<set $ass = 0>>\n<<set $asscum = 0>> <<set $asson = 0>> <<set $hj = 0>>\n<<set $rape = 0>> <<set $three = 0>> <<set $orgy = 0>>\n<<set $gbang = 0>> <<set $vid = 0>> \n<<set $impress = "cute but dumb">> <<set $trust = "do not">> \n<<set $age = 18>> <<set $pris = "none">>\n <<set $expect = "sweet but stupid">> <<set $return = 25>> \n<<set $asstemp = 0>> <<set $fed = "unknown">> \n<<set $fit = "untrained">> <<set $union = "unknown">> \n<<set $congo = "unknown">> <<set $states = "unknown">> \n<<set $slave = "free citizen">> \n<<endsilently>>\nYou saw three military looking guys standing and talking in the other room and quietly slip out of the other door to the room. You don’t know why you have to avoid them; you just know that you do. You quietly find your way to the engine room of the ship, knowing that it was the best place to avoid detection and yet not sure how you knew that you could hide there. The engines were loud and huge, but they felt somehow comfortable and reassuring. \n\nYou know that something was wrong but not what. Something was eating at the back of your mind and if you focused your attention on that feeling you could tell what it was. It was the feeling of fear and panic. Something had gone horribly wrong and you knew it, only you didn’t know exactly what it was. You needed time to think, and it was not something you were able to do while you felt like running to the nearest hole and hiding in it. Something was eating at you to get to a computer terminal and look something up. You saw one in the engine room and ignored the two guys in the room looking at [[you as if you were insane]].

-------------------\n<<pink>>“James?”<</pink>> A female voice asks you. \n\n“Yes?” You reply. \n\n<<pink>>“Is it like this all the time?” She asks you.<</pink>> <<pink>>“The pain when someone dies?” \n\n“No, not all the time.” You tell her, trying to comfort her. “It stays with you, but you can get over it in time.” \n\n<<pink>>“But, is it always painful?”<</pink>> She asks. \n\n“No, not always.” You tell her. “Sometimes, you are happy that someone died. They suffered too much, or they made you miserable. Or they were a really bad person and you are glad that they are gone.” \n\n<<pink>>“[[Will people be happy when I die]]?”<</pink>> She asks.\n-------------------\n

“Okay.” You tell him. \n[img[z/zao.JPG]]\nYou head up to the bridge, only now slightly embarrassed about being completely nude as you walked along the long hallways of the ship. But when you find a few of your crewmembers walking back to Rick, you see that you aren’t the only one that had gone without clothes under your spacesuit. And at this point? Well, it wasn’t that you were comfortable about being nude in front of them; you weren’t exactly shocked by seeing them nude either. It was simply a necessity of the spacesuits not any [[sort of tease or enticement]].\n\n

“Well, yeah. About that.” You say. “Uh, did you somehow take over my body when I was on my knees in front of that guy?” \n\n<<pink>>“No, James.”<</pink>> Eve says as she chuckles. <<pink>>“I took over my body while I was on my knees, and I started to give that guy a blowjob while you bitched about it. Sorry honey, as much as I kind of love having you around to talk to and give me a little bit of maturity that I never had before? Well, there are times that your male ego gets in the way and I have to kick you out of control and take over. I know that you didn’t want to spend the evening getting fucked. But, well, I did. Well, maybe not really being fucked like we did in front of each other. But when I realized that they were both kind of counting on me to follow through? Well, that’s when I knew that I was going to. I was just worried about you fucking it up for me. And you almost did.” <</pink>>\n\n“But still. How did you do that? Take over I mean.” You ask her. “As far as I know, you can’t control the body.” \n\n<<pink>>“It takes a lot out of me.”<</pink>> Eve admits. <<pink>>“And I can only do it for a couple of seconds. But. Well, let’s just say that once the ball started rolling there was nothing to stop it. You just needed a little kick in the pants to get going. I knew the [[rest would fall into place once you did]].” <</pink>>\n\n

------------------\n“Man, you really fucked that up, didn’t you?” A female voice says in your head. “Did you ever think to ask why they wanted to see Kelly so much?” \n\n“Honestly, no.” You tell her. “I kind of figured they would be like the other patrol was.” \n\n“Oh, don’t get me wrong.” She says. “That young guy was all for fucking me the minute he saw me. But the older one? You should have known that he wasn’t interested.” \n\n“How do you know?” You ask her. \n\n“Oh, come on, James.” She says. “I’ve seen how you look at me in the mirror. You look at me the exact same way. Cute but untouchable. God, [[you stupid bastard]]. Are you always this dumb around young girls?” \n----------------

And you knew damn well that was a bold-faced lie. Just the other week you had been spanked in front of everyone because Hilda had accidentally dropped her plate and broken it. Not only spanked for the accident, but spanked right in front of Vicky as she sat at the table in complete silence less than five feet from the paddle smacking against your bare bottom. She not only knew you had been spanked, but actually had a front row seat to the whole thing. \n\n“Well, then maybe we should fix that.” Jeff says as he suddenly stands up. “What do you say, sweetcunt? You think you might enjoy spanking cumslut for being such a bad girl?” \n\n“Would I?” Vicky asks. “Yes, sir. I would love to. But, master says that I’m not allowed. I’ve asked him to let me do it a few times but he says no all the time, just like momma used to do. But if you tell me to do it, then master won’t be mad at me. After all, I’m just entertaining a guest, right?”\n\n“Why, I guess you are right.” He says as he chuckles. “Sit right there. I think that [[I will be able to arrange]] things for you.” \n\n

You had mixed feelings about having to defend the medical bay with Becky. Not that you had a problem with Becky herself, you actually liked her. No, the problem was a bit of a double-trouble sort of situation for you. The first was the fact that Becky was obviously a trained medical professional and not a trained fighter. You couldn’t really tell just how comfortable she was with the idea of having to fight in general, but going by the way that she constantly fiddled with her weapon, you didn’t feel all that comfortable having her as your ‘backup’ in this situation. \n\nThe other problem was were you were fighting at. The medical bay was clearly a very important part of the ship. Between the generic medical supplies that any ship would like to have more of, the sutures, the bandages and various equipment that could used on a ship, there were also the drugs to look for as well. While some of those drugs would be kept on hand as far as antiseptics and painkillers, some of the drugs could easily be sold on the streets for a high profit, especially when you stole them and didn’t have to pay to get them. So you knew that the pirates would be fighting their way to your location. Plus, being in the middle of the ship, if you did have to fight pirates, it was a pretty good bet that you had already lost half of the ship. \n\nAnd yet, there was a part of you that was kind of proud to be assigned to such a highly vital portion of the ship. Now that the engines had been disrupted by the ion-charged weapons, there was no need for you to be in the engine room. It would take hours to get them back online again, and having to do that while fighting for your life? Well, it would be easier and safer to get the fighting over with before bothering with the engines. But it also meant that anyone who was hurt would be coming your way for treatment, which meant that they trusted you to look over Becky as she patched them up. A really odd thing for them to feel comfortable with considering that you were the ‘newest’ member of the crew. But then again, maybe it was because you were the newest one that they trusted you to be the most determined to protect the ‘doctor’ at all costs. After all, she [[would be patching you up when this]] was all over with.

You would have enjoyed the hiber-bed if it wasn’t for the fact that you were kept too busy to use it while the ship landed. You had been looking forward to being able to rest after being double teamed for the first time, not being forced to work a double shift as the ship landed. But you did, simply because you had to. And you weren’t the only one as everyone else aboard the ship was working twice as hard. \n<<set $man -= 10>> <<set $woman += 10>> <<set $uare = "not a virgin">>\nOnce you were at the port, you received your wages, fully aware that whatever the captain had smuggled in was not part of your payment and headed off to find a new ship. It took you a few days to finally find a captain that was willing to take someone who was so young and only had one voyage under your belt. But he was a bit hard up for crewmembers and it was obviously clear that he wanted off the planet as soon as possible. He was taking a risk with taking you, but then again you were taking a risk signing up with someone who was clearly a smuggler himself by the eagerness to get underway. Thankfully you were able to finally use a hiber-bed and sleep as the [[ship took off and headed out]]. \n\n

------------\n<<pink>>“What the fuck?”<</pink>> Eve’s voice asked. <<pink>> “There is no way in hell that I’m going to go down on that fucking bitch. Be the badass you think you are. Kick Dave in the nuts and punch that bitch in the cunt and make a run for it. Come on, do it.” <</pink>>\n\n“And what?” You ask her. “Get stopped by a pissed off Penny and Dave as I try to find the front door? Do you know where we are in the complex? Can you draw me a map to the nearest exit? And if you can, where can we find some clothes other than this stupid bikini? And some money? And where’s the nearest star port to get on a ship? And how do you plan on escaping the cops with nothing to eat and no money to get a room? And even if we did get away, what then? Huh? Well, Hilda, Tracy, Vicky, hell even the puppy would all be rounded up and killed to keep silent about our escape and they will just start all over again.” \n\n<<pink>>“Oh.”<</pink>> Eve says as you hear the disappointment in her voice. <<pink>>“But do I have to? I mean, I don’t like her at all and [[she expects me to go down]] on her?”<</pink>> \n\n

It only takes you a few seconds to look around and see that the cargo is still secure. Rick quickly closes the airlock door, and then the inner door, and then helps you to the inner door as the cargo section re-pressurizes. Once that happens, he quickly helps to remove your suit and you help him remove his. You wanted to say something to him about maybe wearing something next time, because you didn’t expect him to be completely nude under his space suit. Yet, you didn’t have much room to talk as you were in a very thin cut-off t-shirt and a small pair of panties. \n\nYet, now that the inner door was breached, things happened much faster. You had “entered” the ship first, and now that the other ship’s crew knew they were being boarded, they started to head towards your direction. It was your role to keep them at least occupied as the other crews made their entrance into the ship. But something had gone wrong. Things were taking way too long. There were too many people in the hallway outside of the cargo section and one simple sonic grenade at this point you and Rick would be knocked out in less than two seconds. \n\nYou fired a few more shots, trying to mostly keep heads down and not actually hit anyone while you waited for the other pirates to show up. \n<<if $coin eq "heads">>\nYou finally hear a [[voice in your earpiece telling]] you to stay low. \n<<endif>>\n<<if $coin eq "tails">>\n[[Rick suddenly tells you to switch weapons]].\n<<endif>>

Up until now you had been using a small handheld pistol that was designed more for subduing targets. But being told to switch weapons to the more powerful mini rifle meant that you were in trouble. Rick needed you to at least keep the people in the hallway off of his back as he tried to get back into his spacesuit and then he could at least cover you while you got into yours. \n\nWhat once started off as a “raiding party” was now nothing more than a standoff until you could make your escape through the airlock. You still had no idea where the rest of your crew were, but whatever was going on they had taken way too long to get into place and things for you and Rick were looking very bad, to say the least. \n\nYou swung the weapon off of your shoulder and started to fire randomly down the hallway. You heard one man scream as the bluish bolts of plasma hit his body, but if he lived or not you don’t know. You would pop your head around the doorframe, squeeze off a short but controlled burst back and forth across the hall and then duck back behind the doorframe before [[anyone could get a shot off]]. \n\n

You could have said that you wanted to stay with the vehicle because you were upset about not being allowed to use the concussion shotgun again. You knew that the crew thought of it as your weapon on a raid now, since your first time using it you got a kill with it. But it wasn’t being told that you couldn’t take the concussion shotgun that made you want to stay with the vehicle with Cindy as you waited for the signal to ride into town to pick up your crew and captured slaves.\n<<set $impress = "a good luck charm">> <<set $trust = "are startig to">>\nNo, the truth was you had been itching to get your hands on the turret weapon on the vehicle and since Cindy was going to be driving the vehicle into town, that left the turret wide open for you to finally get to at least hold the weapon if nothing else. But you weren’t going to admit to anyone that you wanted to be able to get into the weapon, it would have made people start to worry about your mental health. \n<<set $expect = "sexy but bloodthirsty">>\nYet, staying with the vehicle was boring. All you could do was hear the communications of the raiding party as it divided up into teams and took their positions. There wasn’t any real “tactic” involved once you got to a village. It was a short scan of the building types, normally small sheds or homes no bigger than apartments, then a quick storm into the building and tag, or tranquilizes, everyone in sight and sort out the potential slaves later on. It was common practice to leave a few people unconscious [[but unbound as you left]] with your cargo. \n\n

You found yourself on the floor in a matter of seconds, your hips lifted off of the ground, your hips being held onto as he firmly rammed his cock inside of you. Just a few seconds after the first kiss, you were feeling the sensation of his cock pounding into you harder and faster than you had expected. You weren’t a virgin anymore, but you were still too inexperienced to be able to have a cock inside of you without feeling pain. \n[img[z/zd.gif]]\nThe thrill you felt just a second ago quickly faded from you as the sensation of his cock stretching your vagina started to take over. You struggled not to cry out in pain, and despite your best efforts you couldn’t stop yourself from a slight whimper as the uncomfortable [[feeling grew harder to overlook]]. \n\n

And it reflected in your abilities to please a customer. Reflected so much that you were starting to get a reputation as a “bad fuck”, something that would easily ruin the career of anyone that was trying to work in this line of business. It was hard enough for you to be able to get customers to go upstairs with you, but it was even harder if he already had been with you or had heard about your lack of abilities. The longer you were there, the harder it got to find someone who wasn’t either desperate or their first time with you. \n\nYou had tried to improve your skills in order to improve your reputation, but you simply could not do it without serious problems. Your oral skills were horrible, so much so that the man would actually have to stroke his cock as you could hardly get more than two or three inches into you mouth before you started to gag on his cock. Your anal sex was simply burying your head into the pillow and just trying to get through with it as fast as possible and that was all. And when it came to vaginal sex, you were too busy looking off to the side, avoiding loking at the guy, sobbing and grunting in pain all the time that he couldn’t enjoy it. More than a few guys actually had to stop to ask if you were okay or injured in some way that prevented you from enjoying it. \n\nBasically, things were okay on a safety level, but you were on the verge of losing it all because you were not able to bring in the amount of money you needed to pay rent on time. You were at the point of having to decide on either eating for the next two weeks and not paying rent, or paying rent but having to drink water to survive. Your options were limited and you were in desperate need of money, and being desperate as a whore only made you do stupid things like trying to take another girls regular customer or trying to convince a guy to give you a “second chance”, or in some cases a third or fourth. You needed money and you needed it badly and yet it appeared as though you were not going to be able to make it [[as a whore at this rate]].

“Oh, perfect, just perfect.” You thought to yourself as you quickly finished scanning the house. \n<<set $man -= 5>> <<set $woman += 5>> \nYour first slave raid, and what did you have to show for it? A used grenade, a badly cut hand, and blowing up a bunch of supplies that would have probably been worth something on the black market, and not a single slave of your own. You were doing this sort of business to be able to get a ship of your own, or at least go into Alpha space at some point. And here you are, empty handed, bleeding bad enough to need stitches before you could take off and already starting to loose money for wasting ammo and not capturing a slave [[to be sold at auction]].

And yet, despite the fact that the risks of being spotted and killed were extremely high, you were able to make it to the airlock without incident. You couldn’t begin to describe the relief you felt when you saw the thick door and the control panel still had power. You felt even better when you got to the door and saw that Hank had been able to get the outer door opened by using the slower mechanical jack to pry it open. If you could hotwire the inner door to open, by the time that Hank was ready to attack, the door would be opened all the way for him. \n\nYou used the butt of your gun to smash through the small cover of the wires to the door. You quickly located the green and blue wires you needed. Not able to use precision instruments to expose the wires you had to pull them loose by yanking on them until they snapped. But once you made the connect of green to blue wires, the door moved. You only had to stand there with a wire in both hands and hold onto them in order to keep opening the door more and more. \n\nOnly you never felt the strong electrical surge from contacting the wires again. The crew had booby trapped the door in such a way that holding the wires together caused an overload of a circuit board. Instead of a mere twenty volts to activate the door’s hydraulically system, you had almost 2000 volts running through the wires. They instantly overheated and melted the insulation, but at the moment it no longer mattered. With holding a wire in each hand due to the bulkiness of your gloves, your body was [[now the conduit for the electrical charge]].

“Ready.” You call out to him. \n\n“Open it.” Rick calls as he fires down the hallway. “Hurry, they are deploying a hound.” \n\nA hound? Where the hell did this crew get a remote controlled mini-tank? It was no bigger than a standard fridge unit, but it was almost as armored as a normal sized tank with a deadly rapid fire plasma-gatling gun. It was possibly the most dangerous thing you could deploy to repel pirates because you could simply set it on seek-and-destroy and sit back in your room watching through the pickup until it was done. \n\nYou quickly opened the outer door and felt the air rushing over your suit. You were suddenly pushed from behind, not by a set of hands but by a full body that slammed into you. You were thankful for the tether keeping you secure as you step out of the ship and into space. You turned your head to see who had pushed you out of the airlock and saw the body that used to be in the hallway floating out into space. And that was it. \n\n“Where’s the ship?” You ask over the intercom. \n\n“What?” Rick’s voice called back as you see him slowly exiting the ship you were trying to rob. \n\n“Where the fuck is the ship?” You ask him. “They left us.” \n\n“No. They [[have to be on the other side]].” He replies.

You don’t recall going to sleep. But you eventually did. Yet, you never woke up from the sleep either. Unbeknownst to you, the sweets had been laced with a powerful illegal drug. You were supposed to do what Kelly had done and suck on one piece of candy to get a nice high going, not down almost 10 of the things within 30 minutes. You have taken roughly the equivalent of almost three full "keys" of pure cocaine. \n[img[z/zbm.JPG]]\n\nLook at your [[final stats]].

“Well, I was…..” You suddenly trail off not sure how to answer the question at all. \n\nThe more you think about it, the less you were able to remember. Not just small things like what your favorite vid-show was, or what color your favorite pair of pajamas were. But the big things as well, like what street you lived on, where you went to school, the names of your teachers and friends in school. You couldn’t even remember the name of the city you were from. Your earliest memory that you could recall was the day you graduated from the academy in a secret ceremony with your instructors and a high ranking military commander that was to be your first “government contact.” \n[img[z/28.gif][g1]]\n

Yet, you couldn’t really stop and enjoy the odd sensation. It wasn’t like you were really jerking yourself off. You couldn’t feel the satisfaction directly, but as a long forgotten distant memory of what it used to be like. But your hesitation had given him enough time to react to your sudden boldness. As you looked down at his cock, you saw his own hands coming into your vision and how they smoothly and gently lowered your shorts and panties. \n\nOnce you had a visual of a hard cock so close to a vagina, it was only natural that the two of them joined together the way that nature had designed then. You don’t know if you were thinking about it, or simply operating on some form of genetic code in your species. You felt the heat and firmness against the opening of your vagina, and yet once the curve of the head of his cock disappeared through the outer lips of you vagina, you were committed. \n\nThe only thing that snapped you out of your thoughts of watching his cock disappearing inside of you was the absolute pain of experiencing for the first time as a female. No wonder females didn’t enjoy loosing their virginity as much as males did, it fucking hurt like hell. Yet, now was too late to think about such things. Or rather, now that his cock was firmly inside of your vagina and the weight of your own body had eased you down all the way on him it was too [[late to think about]] it.

You are part of a cargo crew that sometimes smuggles illegal or restricted cargo. \n<<if $smug eq "babe">>\nYou are still thought of as a babe, or babe lost in the woods. You are a young and unproven smuggler who most people can‘t really trust. As such, you are told very little about what goes on inside of the ship. You are restricted from the cargo bay, and only allowed to go into it when escorted by a crew member. Yet, while the crew doesn’t exactly trust you, as a babe, you are also required to be prepared to distract the authorities inspecting the ship with sexual favors. \n<<endif>>\n<<if $smug eq "pocket change">>\nYou have proven yourself to be capable and trustworthy. You have an increased status on the ship as “one of the crew” or at least “one of us”. But you are still “pocket change”, or rather you are able to accept “pocket change” from any patrol figure that approaches you for sexual pleasure or while in port. \n<<endif>>\n<<if $smug eq "deep pockets">>\nYou are an experienced smuggler who has “deep pockets” to hide cargo. This doesn’t mean you have the cargo on you, just that your ship is capable of successfully smuggling large quantities of illegal goods. Most of the “deep pocket” smugglers have several hidden compartments outside of the cargo bay to use if they need to. \n<<endif>>\n<<if $smug eq "runner">>\nYou are now a successful smuggler who has been able to run a blockade of some sort. This could be a blockade of a planet, solar system, or maybe a complete sector of space. You also have been able to successful “run circles” around other smugglers and beaten them with illegal cargo within a specific time-period to collect a bonus. Or you have successfully “made a run” of a patrol ship, meaning having sex with everyone on board. \n<<endif>>\n<<if $smug eq "ace">>\nYou are qualified to not only captain a ship, but to form your own crew. All you need at this point is to afford a ship of your own, or at least be able to find a financial backer. You can either be completely legal, or continue to smuggle goods whenever possible. This is a dangerous time for you as you will now have to keep in mind that you still have financial obligations not just to your backers, but to your crew as well. \n<<endif>>\n<<back>>

Maybe you were simply embarrassed, or fully aware that you were being watched by the two girls from time to time as well. But you had gone with the more ‘traditional’ missionary position with your partner. You can’t really say why you had decided to do it, maybe it was because Becky was on your left being fucked doggy style, or that Lucy was on your right on top of her man bouncing up and down on his cock that made you do it. But there was no doubt that you were the one that had been partnered with the man who clearly knew what he was doing as far as fucking someone in this position. \n[img[z/25.gif]]\nHis dick plunged deeper into you than you would have thought possible, and his hands had just the right amount of firmness to hold onto your hips to keep you from moving too much, and just enough softness to let you move with each thrust of his dick into you. And either by sheer luck, or possibly planning by Lucy and Becky, you were the one that ended up being partnered with the man who still had his foreskin attached to him. [[Something that you found rather]] odd when you thought about it. \n\n

But at least being a concubine did keep you from having to do any kind of “heavy work” around the complex. You didn’t have to worry about cleaning the place, preparing the food, working in the gardens, preparing for parties or any other job that the “Tillman holdings” required. And you knew from the word that spread through the slaves that some of those holdings included rather difficult work such as working in mines, shipping, construction projects, and other various jobs that required a strong back for long hours of the day to complete. \n\nHowever, that didn’t mean that you weren’t without your own difficulties to deal with yourself. There was still your so called “training” program that you had to deal with. This program included several different forms of personal hygiene that had to be followed daily. Not just every now and then, but every day from the moment you woke up, the routine was the same thing again and again, and watched by several other concubines to be sure that you had done everything right. Some of them you didn’t really mind, [[but others you hated]]. \n\n

You know that it was going to be a difficult night no matter what happened. You could easily make a mistake just because you had never been to one of the master’s “gala events” before, or someone else could make a mistake and you would be the one that got punished for it. The only reason you felt a little better about the situation was because you had been assigned to work with Vicky. And while the two of you didn’t get along, there was no denying the fact that her experience would help guide you through the evening as long as you could keep your temper in check. \n\nBut it did annoy you that you had been ordered to wear the same outfits and to do the same hair styles and makeup designs. You and Vicky weren’t quite the same as far as faces and bodies, but there was enough closeness to each other after carefully preparing yourselves to be passed off as a pair of sisters. Maybe not twins, nobody would believe that much. But a set of sisters was possible and did seem a little logical because of the fact that Vicky was slightly older than you were. And that was exactly how you were introduced to the senator at the party. \n\n“Ah, Senator Williams.” Brad says as he stands between you and Vicky with an arm around each of your waists. “I want you to meet two special little cunts.” \n\n“What’s your name, dear?” Brad says to Vicky. \n\n“[[My name is sweetcunt]].” Vicky replies as she bows her head. “It is an honor to meet you, sir.”

So, you sat in the engine room, shield on the floor in front of you as you crouched behind the main console. You had your pistol pointed at the door, just waiting for someone to be stupid enough to open it, and occasionally glancing down at the bottom of the console at the ‘self-destruct’ button that would trigger the nuclear explosion. The only way to really ‘stop you’ was to get one good shot off as soon as they opened the door and killing you right away. All you would need is a second or two to push the button, then hold them off for a minute or two before the reactor would blow. And since the self-destruct was set up for a ‘silent running’ that would freeze the console displays where they were, nobody would even know that the reactors were going critical until they went off. \n\nDon’t let anyone fool you. There is nothing worse than sitting back from the fighting but being able to hear everything that is going on. You could hear the multiple ‘thrinks’ as the pirates magnetic grappling system contacted your ship. You could hear the shouted orders and responses through the small earpiece that was connected to the communication system. And from where you were located, you could hear the sounds of the of the control panel in front of you humming and ‘beep-beep-beeping’ indicating that some system on the ship was failing due to power lose. That didn’t even include the sudden gunfire that you could hear through the ship’s empty hallways and whines of hydraulics as doors were either shut or opened. \n\nAnd if that wasn’t bad enough, you had Eve buzzing in you ear like a busy bee asking a million questions at a million miles per hour. The poor girl simply couldn’t get a single thought across or give you enough time to answer a question before she started to ask another one. Without even getting into combat you could feel [[yourself starting to lose your]] temper, and while you didn’t mean to snap at her, you simply couldn’t stop yourself from doing it.

But you were at least “earning money”, which got Amanda off of your case. She was one of those rare females that was never going to bullshit you, but completely true to her word. She never bothered you about how much you were making, nor did she pester you about the bills you had to pay. Meals and drinks were pay as you got them, and you knew exactly how much you had to pay in rent. The doctor’s bill and any shopping you had to do were extra expenses that could be delayed, but not for long. Yet, between sucking and getting fucked in the ass you were able to pay your rent on time, although you were completely broke afterward and had to suck a man off in order to get something to eat. \n<<set $vagres = "lingering soreness">> <<set $anal = "tolerable">>\nBut as much as your oral skills improved and you were at least getting tolerant of anal sex, the one thing that really bothered you more than anything else was having vaginal sex with a guy, knowing that almost all the time that he was [[going to cum inside of]] your vagina. \n\n

So, why then, knowing that at any moment you would be summoned to finally see your new master were you so shocked to hear your name being called one morning to report to his bedroom? Surely you knew that this moment was going to arrive eventually, didn’t you? Was it the fear that he was going to beat you if you weren’t able to perform properly? You doubted it. At least that was the impression you got from Hilda and the other girls. Even Vicky had been teasing you over the last few days that your “lack of skills” was going to make you new master happy as he enjoyed “breaking in the new girls” himself. \n\nNo, what really frightened you suddenly hit you when you were standing in front of his bedroom door after being escorted to his room by Penny. She actually smiled as she teased your hair and gave you one “final inspection” before opening the door and physically pushing you into the room. You were finally on your own without Tracy around. You had always seen yourself as her “protector” in so many different ways, but now that you were on your own you suddenly realized that you needed some sort of “role to play” in order to keep your own nerves under control. \n\nBut now that you were standing in the man’s bedroom, looking at the oversized bed as he stood up in front of you, you realized just how scared of the man you really were. It wasn’t his physical size that bothered you. He seemed to be about normal as far as height and weight were concerned. And he wasn’t really all that attractive either. So there was nothing that should have really bothered you, other than the fact that it was clearly obvious that he was in control of the whole situation and he knew it. The confidence that cloaked the man was almost palpable in the air as he walked over to you, with a rather goofy looking evil smirk on his face. \n\nYou almost screamed at his touch when he slipped the dress off of your shoulders. One short movement of his hand and the straps moved over your shoulders and the dress fell to the floor without any sort of resistance at all. You had to bite your bottom lip to keep from saying anything at all when he started to cup your DD breasts and then quickly cupped your crotch with the palm of his hand. And as much as you tried not to make a sound when he slipped a finger into your vagina, there was simply no way for you to avoid making a slight [[whimper sound as the fear started]] to take over.

As you were wiping your face off in the bathroom, you couldn’t help but notice that Lucy and Becky both seemed to have slightly changed around you. There wasn’t anything that they said that made you think that they thought of you as a friend, but there was something about their body language that gave you that impression. Of course, it could have been Lucy sitting on the countertop between the two of you and commenting on missing a spot or offering to touch up your makeup before heading back into the other room that did it. After all, she had swallowed her partner’s cum, so she didn’t have anything to clean up after a quick wipe of her lips with a single finger. \n<<set $bj += 1>> <<set $face += 1>>\nOnly the evening wasn’t over with after simply giving the man a blowjob. After a few minutes to order a bottle of champagne to the room, which was just to let the men take a few minutes to recover and get another erection, the “party” continued. You had to admit that it was sort of strange to look over in either direction and watch the two [[girls being fucked at the]] same time you were. \n\n

“So, this is the bitch?” She asked someone behind you. \n\n“That’s her.” He says. “Stupid cunt has been busy.”\n\n“Oh, I’m sure she has.” The Beast says. “So, how you doing bitch? Enjoying the going away party?” \n\n“What going away party?” You ask her. “Where’s Amanda?” \n\n“Oh, Amanda has decided to go back home.” The Beast says. “No, it was expensive but easier to simply buy her off than to try to muscle in on her turf again, or try to simply kill her. That would have started a bloody war, a war I don’t need. No, a simple wad of cash and she took off. And the best part? She gave us you.” \n\n“Me? What do I have to do with this?” You ask her. “I don’t even know you.” \n\n“No, but I know you, Eve.” She says as she smiles. “No, honey. You are simply a way to repay someone that I owe money to. I figure that I can ship you home as a captured deserter and he can [[claim the reward money]].” \n\n

----------------\n<<pink>>“Oh my god.”<</pink>> Eve says as you try to take a shower and feel better again. <<pink>>“How the fuck did you not have an orgasm?”<</pink>>\n[img[z/64.JPG]]\n“What?” You ask, shaking your face before leaving it to soak again under the water from the shower head. “How the fuck could anyone have an orgasm. That was not at all fun, that hurt like hell. You heard me screaming at the second guy to stop and go easy. How the fuck [[could you enjoy the way they treated]] us?” \n\n

Add into the mix the governmental agencies involved with keeping their “planet safe” and you only bred a condition that was perfect for smuggling. Patrol ships that would keep an eye on the shipping lanes, military vehicles that felt they had a “right” to stop anyone, space ports that demanded the ability to inspect cargo being loaded as well as off-loaded. The list went on and on as far as people involved in order to keep smuggling under control, and the population of the planet under control. \n\nOnly how could you stop it from happening? A spaceship was weightless in space, so there was no way to tell just how much stuff was onboard. You only had the ship’s “mass” to determine how much cargo they might have, but with a ten foot section of a prefab house, you could have the exact same ‘mass’ as twenty human beings on board. Not to mention the fact that with two nuclear reactors as the “most common” engine configuration on ships, simply having a little extra fuel on board could alter the mass readings for a patrol ship. \n\nAnd when it came to the ports? Well, most of that was dealt with by heavy machinery for speed in loading and unloading a ship. A grav-lift couldn’t tell the difference between four tons of seeds or four tons of metal, it surely couldn’t tell the difference of two or three pounds of illegal drugs added into the crates of seeds and tools. Not to mention the fact that all of the cargo would have to be visually inspected by a human being, fully aware of all the hidden compartments and tricks used to smuggle something onto a planet and verified by hand, knowing full well that a two hour delay of material could result in a two or three year delay in terra-forming as the scientist waited for a replacement [[CPU for some kind of equipment]].

It has been a long time since you’ve been able to actually enjoy yourself at a bar. Most of the times that you’ve met up with someone at a bar over the last few decades had been either to talk to them about something, or as part of your cover story as a young and socially active man. You hadn’t been able to simply hang out with a bunch of friends and simply relax and blow off steam. And while you weren’t completely comfortable with the idea of calling your crewmembers ‘friends’ at this point, you had to admit that hanging out at the bar together and blowing off steam did make you feel a little friendlier to each other than you had been on the ship. \n[img[z/53.JPG]]\nBut it wasn’t really the company you were with that made the difference as far as you were concerned. It was the atmosphere of the bar itself. It was clearly one used by a lot of people who stopped off at the port on a regular basis, which meant that it was more or less a more relaxed setting than you would have expected to find considering your location so close to the port. And to be honest, it was sort of a dump, at least as far as how bars went. The owner clearly was used to crews landing and looking to either burn through a large amount of cash before their next trip, or crews who had spent far too much time in space and were looking for a good time more than a [[simple drink and game to]] watch on the displays on the wall. \n\n

“Okay.” You tell him, happy to hear that it wasn’t something to seriously worry about. \n\nYou landed the ship, this time with a more graceful landing than your last and noticed that your indicators were all in the green. Scott was a big hulking figure of a man, but when it came to fixing mechanical problems, he had the dexterity and light touch of a ballet dancer. As soon as you got the all-clear from the port authority, you started to shut everything down in the bridge, leaving the engines as the last things to turn off, which was not actually true as you don’t just “turn off” two nuclear reactors at the flip of a switch. \n\nBut you were down, back on solid ground, and able to get your first cut from your raiding efforts. It would depend on a few factors, the biggest being how much your victims got at the slave auctions. There were of course expenditures that came out of everyone’s cut, the food and medical supplies for example, not to mention the cost of fuel for the ship, which was strange as that should come out of the captain’s pocket, not the entire crew. But you weren’t too concerned about that. You figured at least a couple of hundred, maybe close to a thousand was coming your way and you could always apply any costs to the ship’s account in the port while you were there. \n\nYet, as much as you hated having to be a part of a slave crew, and the fact that you had killed a man on your first raid, you can’t deny the fact that the crew really knew how to cut loose while on land and between raids. Maybe it was the constant fear of death hanging over their heads, or the knowledge that unlike most ships that only needed to land once per trip, you had to run the risk multiple times, or simply because of the fact that after being cooped into a small ship for the last couple of weeks it was good to get out and see the sun over your head or the night air in your lungs, everyone had different reasons to [[celebrate and you were no different]].

You felt a thick and cold liquid being smeared inside your ass-crack and you knew what was about to happen. Sure enough, just seconds after smearing your ass with lubrication, your ass was being filled with a hard cock as you heard someone grunting again and again as he drove his dick inside of you. All you could do at this point was simply try your best to get through the night and hope that it was over sooner rather than later. \n[img[z/i.JPG]]\nBut it wasn’t. It lasted for several hours as you were fucked over and over during the night. Your hands had been untied at some point and you were taking two to three guys at a time, on the verge of passing out simply from the sheer fatigue of it all and not from feeling any sort of pleasure. You had no concept of how many times someone had cum inside of you or on you, all you knew was that you could actually feel the slimy sensation of cum seeping out of your vagina and ass and down your throat when you were finally [[left in the room by yourself]]. \n\n

So you sat to the side and waited for him to finish his climax. A massive spurt of cum after another landed on Tracy’s face as she kept her head tilted slightly backwards to provide the maximum amount of surface for his cum to land on. You might not be learning a lot of things about how to pilot a spacecraft or to use weapons. But when it came to learning how to ‘properly act’ as a cum-target, those lessons were sinking in day by day without having to be forced to do it. \n[img[z/29.JPG][76]]\n

You don’t know what to say. This was the first time that you had seen the compartment, let alone the crate that was inside of it. You had no idea at all what the substance was, but it was clearly obvious that it was something both illegal and expensive by the way the captain was reacting. Not to mention that it was something that had to be kept at a steady temperature judging from the mechanism on the side of the case. \n<<set $impress = "a security risk">> <<set $trust = "would like to">>\n“You know how much this shit is worth?” [[The captain asks you]]. \n\n

The next person who failed from the course was a guy, and while you weren’t looking forward to the gang-rape of him? Well, you had to admit watching him sucking his classmates’ hard dicks and being forced to be fucked in the ass was oddly arousing as well. You were never into “men” while you were a male, but apparently seeing a male having sex with either a female or a male got you aroused. For just a brief moment you wondered how you would have done in such a situation of having multiple cocks at one time instead of simply watching for once. \n\nYet you got through the course and you passed. You were given the codename “Lady of Thorns” as your official slave trader name, a name that would be used on any sort of legal document that you had to provide to the Congo authorities to sell slaves. It was also the name associated with your bank account, as your “real name” was only stored with the Congo State Police, an agency you wanted to avoid as much as possible. \n\nAlthough getting through the course was one thing, being assigned to a ship-crew was something completely different. Most of the time a ship-crew as a closely knit group that did not accept a “stranger” in their midst. So finding a ship that needed just one crew-member was difficult, even when being credited as a trained pilot. And most ship-crews tended to be captured as a whole, easily wiping out the whole crew and losing the ship in the process. So just because you passed the course didn’t automatically get you assigned to a ship. You actually had to wait a few weeks for someone to start to get a crew together, which meant that you didn’t [[know any of the]] crew-members and they didn’t know you.

You are currently the <<print $whore>> at the Red Rabbit.\n<<if $whore eq "worst worker">>\nIf you don’t improve soon you may end up being kicked out of the Red Rabbit and having to work on the streets. You constantly struggle with oral sex, vaginal sex and anal sex. Men who have been with you have not been as satisfied as they should be. You need to improve your reputation, and what makes it worse is the fact the people above Amanda have been informed about your failure to meet the standards of the Red Rabbit.\n<<endif>>\n<<if $whore eq "steady worker">>\nNobody is really a “regular” for you, but you don’t have any problems convincing a man to spend money on you. Men are at least happy after seeing you although not exactly as happy as they would be with some of the other females. You are making steady money, at least as far as being able to cover your rent and when you need money. Yet, you aren’t exactly making enough to be able to save that much either. \n<<endif>>\n<<if $whore eq "good earner">>\nThere are a few “regular” customers that come to see you. However, they don’t show up enough to really be thought of as steady ones. You are no longer the lowest person in the pecking order, and yet you still don’t have the influence or experience to move up in the pecking order either. You are able to make good money, being able to cover rent and actually have some money saved up in the bank as well. You are often requested to attend “Family” parties, often to be used as entertainment for some mid-level member.\n<<endif>>\n<<if $whore eq "most requested">>\nThere are several “regular” customers that come to see you on a steady basis. You never have to worry about paying rent because you are making so much. You are actually starting to think about setting aside a large portion of your savings towards your ticket off of Binder. You are often requested to attend “Family” parties, often hanging around the upper-level members, and not always for sex. Sometimes you are simply asked to attend some sort of meeting or function with a “Family” member.\n<<endif>>\n<<if $whore eq "best worker">>\nIf you wanted to, you could easily take over the Red Rabbit from Amanda. You have a steady supply of “regular” customers. So many in fact that you are usually too busy to see them all in one night. You have to either pass them on to another girl, or arrange your schedule with your “regulars” just to be sure to be available. You are often assigned to “Family” parties as a hostess or to be around the ruling members. You have access to information of criminal activities through these parties, and while you are fully aware that your life is always in danger due to having this information, the “Family” can trust you enough to keep quiet about what you may have overheard or seen. You have enough money for a ticket off of Binder as well as a fair amount of money set aside as “get away cash” if you need it. \n<<endif>>\n<<back>>

You had to admit that you kind of liked the fact that you had to defend the engines. It would mean that you would be able to avoid most of the combat in general. And if anyone did try to break the code on the door? Well, you could always just set the reactors to go critical and kill everyone in seconds if you wanted to. After all, no matter how ‘bad ass’ a person might think they were? Well, they simply couldn’t ‘out fight’ a nuclear reactor going off in front of their faces. \n[img[z/44.JPG]]\nHowever, the drawback to being in the engine compartment meant that you were also somewhat restricted in your combat gear as well. Unlike the others, you weren’t going to be able to use a rifle, but a pistol. One that was both short ranged and extremely underpowered compared to the weapons the pirates would be using. Not only that, but you had been given a rather silly little ‘shield’ that made absolutely no sense at all considering the fact that it was originally designed to stop projected lead bullets, [[not energy weapons like laser and]] plasma weapons. \n\n

He was lifted off of his feet and fell to the floor, blood coming out of his ears, nose and mouth. In one short blast you had caved in his chest and ruptured several of the blood vessels in his body without even meaning to. You had seen him and instantly reacted out of fear more than anything else. And the result was a man of maybe 19 years of age, dead on the floor without the slightest idea of who had killed him or why. \n\nYou almost squeezed the trigger again when you felt the hand on your shoulder turning you around. But the captain had expected you to be a little wound up and had quickly been able to prevent you from bringing the weapon towards him. He simply looked over your shoulder, saw the dead man on the floor and gave you a quick shove to get out of the building and join the others. \n\nThe raid was a “success” in some regards, at least by the looks on the faces of the crew as they blindfolded, gagged, and bound their victims. There was a brief bit of confusion going on as you saw the captain and Scott exchange a few words, and it wasn’t until they both looked at you that you finally pulled the earpieces out of your [[ears and heard their conversation]]. \n\n

Sure enough, the following morning, it was you who was summoned into the room to lick the cum out of Tracy’s vagina. And while you had no other choice but to do it, you hated yourself the entire time. The only thing that brought out any sort of comfort about the way you had been treated was the way that Tracy had changed after she had gotten the puppy. Now that she had something that was ‘just hers’, for once you actually got to know her a little better. And surprisingly, as long as she had that puppy to take care of, she was by far the most willing slave you’ve ever seen in your life, which really wasn’t that many. \n[img[z/7.gif][cumsluttraining]]

After landing the ship back at the port, you had to go through the process of shutting the ship down. This was something that both the captain and Geoff would help you do by double checking your actions and verifying that systems were shut down or not. But as part of your “punishment” for being so careless while on a raid, the captain had ordered that you do the shut down on your own. So, while it went smoothly, it took twice as long as it should have as you had to move around the bridge to check on systems being shut down before shutting gown another system. \n\nBy the time you were done, everyone else was off of the ship. Well, everyone that is except for Geoff. He had been nice enough, or simply ordered, to wait by the main airlock for you to finish up. When you left the ship, he encoded the locks on the main doors and informed you that it was time to head to the bar to meet up with the rest of the crew. It might have been a “bad trip” as far as a profitable one, but it has been a “good trip” as far as being able to get everyone back in one piece. So you had mixed feelings as you followed him towards the bar. \n\nA bar that was a little too cheap, a little too noisy, and a little too rowdy for your taste. It wasn’t the worst bar you’ve ever been to. At least not at first, but as the drinking continued and the bragging got louder and louder, it was only a matter of time before someone either passed out or got into a fight. So while it hadn’t been too bad, at first, the longer you were at the [[bar the worst things]] got.

------------------------------\n<<pink>>“Well, well, well.”<</pink>> A small voice chimes in your head as you sleep. <<pink>>“There is no doubt about it now. We are part of the crew.” <</pink>>\n\n“Well, yeah. It was a good raid.” You say. \n\n<<pink>>“Oh, I don’t mean that.”<</pink>> The voice counters. <<pink>>“Sure, three of those guys in the hallway were my kills. But I meant Rick. A blood bath followed up by popping your cherry. You know how to have fun, don’t you?” <</pink>>\n\n“Well, I wouldn’t call it fun.” You admit. “It just felt like the thing to do.” \n\n<<pink>>“You didn’t feel that way when he was fucking us.”<</pink>> The voice corrects you. <<pink>>“You can’t fool me. You loved it as much as he did. Granted, it was a bit more painful than you expected. But I heard you moaning as he [[came inside of us]].” <</pink>>\n------------------------\n

There was no way to describe it other than ‘slave mentality’, and that wasn’t any comfort at all. The idea that you had survived “another day” and the only thing you could do was do your best to “survive yet another one” in the morning. No, that sort of resignation and attempt to mentally block everything that happened to you just didn’t feel right. You knew that it was a defense mechanism, and one that probably kept Hilda at least mentally sane. But just how long could someone keep doing that before they simply snapped and couldn’t do it anymore without hurting themselves or someone else in the process?\n\nThe only signals that you got from Hilda the next morning was the way that she was slow and careful about shaving her crotch in the shower. She was clearly ‘bruised’ if nothing else and it might be a slight ‘blessing’ in a way as it would keep her off duty for the day at least. Maybe even two or three days if she was really lucky. The other signal you got was the way that she accepted the daily routine of putting her butt-plug into place. She actually gripped your shoulder for support, as if to say that she was going to be okay and that she didn’t blame you directly for what had happened with Jason. \n\nOf course, you had your own problems to deal with the following morning as well as Dave standing next to you at the table. Hilda and you might have been perfectly content without mentioning what had happened the night before, but not Penny. No, she took great pleasure in telling Tracy exactly what sort of punishment Hilda had to go through because she got drunk at the party. Something that clearly must have excited Dave judging by the way his hand jerked his dick faster and faster the more Penny talked. Hearing that Hilda’s vagina and clit were bruised it must have really excited him because it was a massive climax [[he had on your food that morning]].

<<set $age += 35>> \nRyan Shelton, <<print $age>> year old male. \n[img[z/Ryan.JPG]]\nRyan Shelton is the type of man that was meant to be a captain. If not a captain of a spaceship, then one of those old fashioned ships that relied on the wind for power. He is calm, cool, collected, even handed, and yet able to ooze confidence even when facing off against patrol ships and “bossy” port officials. Nothing seems to rattle him, not even the threat of the engines going critical. In all his years aboard ships, he has seen it all, making it difficult to surprise him. \n\nOn the ship: Ryan isn’t foolish or reckless. In fact, his approach tends to be somewhat cold and methodical. He is able to quickly size up cargo and weights and order the slightest shifting of crates without apparent reason, only to find out that it has actually helped to “trim the ship” from the pilot later on. Ryan could run an entire ship by himself, if there were eight of him to do so. \n\nOff the ship: Ryan offers no control of his crew at all. You could step off the ship and shoot someone in the head and he wouldn’t say a single word about it to anyone at all. As far as he is concerned, the universe begins and ends at the edge of the gangplank. But you step aboard the ship just one second late and he will chew your head off. Not for being a bad crewmember, but for letting down him, the ship in general, and the rest of the crew that was depending on you. \n\n<<back>>\n

A part of you felt bad about having to change ships while in port. It wasn’t uncommon for it to happen, but it was something that bothered you. You had “cut your teeth” with your old crew and had been able to prove that you were a member of the team. Not to mention the fact that you had made some personal connections to people. But it just wasn’t meant to be. \n\nThe part that really bothered you more than anything else, however, was the fact that you were on a ship and having to prove yourself yet again. Only this time, no matter what you tried to tell yourself, you knew exactly what was ahead of you and what was expected. So while your ship was slowly making its way out of the solar system, you found yourself having to once again familiarize yourself with a new design, new equipment, and new people. \n\nBut there was something going on in your favor that made most that really easy to do. Almost everyone on your ship was nice and friendly to you. Much nicer than they really had to be, seeing how you were still a stranger to them, but nice nonetheless. Maybe you had a slight advantage of not just being another “dumb kid” this time around, but at least a proven track record of serving on at least one ship. If nothing else, that should have at least made it easier for you to understand some of the shorthand and abbreviations for [[specific ship related items]].

“Now you listen to me, bitch.” She says as she looks at you. “You are going to learn to behave. And I’m going to make sure of it. So get it through your head that I’m the one in charge here, not you. \n\nYou would have loved to be able to say something to her, anything. But part of the ‘illusion’ was the fact that you were both wearing gags to keep you from yelling or biting anyone. It wasn’t really an effective gag as far as keeping you silent, but it was enough to prevent you from being able to tell the woman to go fuck herself and die with a rod stuck up her ass. But the muffled attempt made you feel better. \n\nShe chuckled as she crossed the room and pulled the cloth off of the rack. You saw the various items for what they really were for the first time. A rather small, but dangerous looking collection of different whips and rods. Nothing that would cause significant damage as far as broken bones or blunt trauma to the body and head. But items that could easily inflict a large amount of pain. \n\nOnly she was stopped by a surprising knock on the door. Brad walked into the room to ‘check up’ on his guest, and he had a surprise in his hands that caused Tracy to completely [[freak out against her restraints]]. \n\n

Without really meaning to do it, or at least that was what you kept telling yourself, you tried to keep up with Becky and Lucy as you saw them from the corner of your eye. They were simply too skilled for you to keep up with. Becky had a slightly faster pace as her head moved up and down on the cock in front of her, but Lucy had an easier time going further down on her man than Becky could at first. So while Becky was obviously going for speed, Lucy was going for pure depth as she continued to deep throat her partner over and over again. \n\nOnly you couldn’t do either one very well. You tried matching Lucy’s efforts of deep throating at first, simply because she was right next to you, only to end up gagging on his cock and having to back off and take a second to catch your breath. That was when you really noticed how Becky was moving her lips back and forth along her partner’s hard cock, and tried to copy her method. Only again to have to take a second to get your breathing back under control when you gagged yourself from moving too fast. \n\nYou would have liked to say you were just like the other two girls on your crew. But the truth was, you were still your own person and you simply could not match their skill levels no matter how much you might have wanted to. Even after watching them both moving back and forth on the dicks in front of them, you knew that it was going to take considerable effort on your part to even be half as good as either one of them was. You were simply [[and completely outmatched the whole]] time. \n\n

You don’t know how many times you had slapped the belt against Hilda’s crotch, but you could feel the way your shoulder started to hurt from the repeated beating. And Jason must have noticed it too as your strikes slowed down considerably over time. The only reason that you didn’t end up throwing your shoulder out was the fact that Hilda had stopped screaming as much as she had when you started and simply turned her head to the side and balled like a baby. Sure, she still flinched and tried to escape every time you struck her with the belt, and occasionally she did scream again, but not nearly as much as she had at the start of it all. And her voice had started to give out on her as her cries of pain had changed pitch as well. There was no doubt that she was going to be hoarse in the morning, hell there was no doubt that she was hoarse now from the way her voice sounded as she pleaded for mercy. \n\n“Mercy?” Jason says as he chuckles. “Okay, I guess you learned a valuable lesson after all. Cumslut, help me move her to the couch. She’ll be more comfortable there.” \n\nIt was awkward moving Hilda to the couch given the fact that she couldn’t use her legs to support her weight. But between you and Jason, and the fact that Hilda had a ‘petite’ frame in general, it didn’t take much effort to get her off the bed and onto the couch in the small ‘lounge’ area. Of course, it didn’t help that Jason double checked the ropes around her elbows and knees when she was on the couch, but at least her look of relief from not being [[spanked anymore made you]] feel better.

----------\n<<pink>> “Really?”<</pink>> Eve’s voice cut into your thoughts as the pain suddenly dulled. <<pink>>“Do you mean that? That I might have an orgasm from this?”<</pink>>\n\n“Well, maybe not this.” You say between your own mental grunts. “But with a partner that was gentler? Yeah, it’s possible.”\n\n<<pink>>“So, I just have to get used to it? Getting fucked in the ass a lot more?”<</pink>> Eve asked. <<pink>>“Once I can take it, I might like it?”<</pink>>\n\n“Some women do.” You tell her. \n---------------\n\nBut at the moment you were clearly not one of the women who did enjoy anal sex. If there was any sort of a hint that you might be able to ever tolerate this sort of thing it had to be Eve making her presence known again. Almost as soon as you heard her voice in your head, the pain in your ass slightly subsided. Not enough to be a relief of the pain, but [[enough to notice the slightly dulled]] sensation. \n\n

“Okay.” Is about all you can muster to say at the moment. \n\n“Look at me.” He says and you slowly look at him. “Don’t think about what happened. This was an honest case of justice. But in the future, it will not be that way. Either you will be able to shake this off and get on with life, or you will not last long. The captain of the ship you will be working on knows what was planned and will show the ropes and teach you what you need to know about working on a ship. Now, go see Ernie at the end of the hall and he will get rid of that burner and teach you about handling a plas-pis. And Eve? I’m serious when I say that today was a case of justice, not something petty.” \n\nYou don’t really know if you felt better being told that it was a case of justice that the “law” wouldn’t do, or the way that Ernie taught you about the plas-pistol with the minimum amount of words. But nobody else spoke about what happened at the bar, and like you were told a few hours later you were taken back to the port, this time by a private vehicle and through a different door than you had exited from it earlier and taken to the ship that was going to be your new home. \n\nYour life as a pirate aboard the “Delightful Dagger” had begun. Your belongings, which you completely forgot about were waiting on your bed when you were shown your quarters. The captain told you to get some sleep and you adjusted the controls of the hiber-bed to wake you in three days. There was no need for [[the crew to use stasis]] pods.\n\n

Yet, Kelly’s room was almost like a hotel room you would have seen land-side. It had not only a proper bathroom, one that had been retrofitted, but had an actual bed and furniture. And it was clearly her room by the way that it was decorated with “female belongings” and a few memories of previous trips. Waiting in Kelly’s room was like waiting at a hotel, only not quite as well lit and with a lack of a proper window for a real view. \n\nAnd it was strange to wait in her room as the two military officers finally had a little privacy and stripped from their jumpsuits and went directly to the bed as they waited on Kelly to show up. You were told, in graftic detail, exactly what you were supposed to take a vid of and how you were expected to keep everyone fully supplied with drinks or food from the nuker in the corner. You were setting the controls to prepare three glasses of vodka when Kelly stepped into the room and quickly took her jumpsuit off and climbed into bed without saying a word, but with a huge smile on her face. \n\nInstantly she started to work on the two officers as she alternated between sucking on one’s cock and jerking the other one off and then switching. It didn’t take her long to get them both hard and once she was sure that they were going to be able to “stay erect” without using her lips on them, she swiftly and casually shoved one onto his back and climbed on top of him and then bent over and waited as the second one climbed [[behind her and entered her]] ass. \n\n

You held your breath as you reached over to the final switch and let out a prayer as you flicked it into position. \n<<if $coin eq "heads">>\nYou counted the ten seconds in your head as well as watched the display monitor. Any second now the engines would start and you would be able to focus on landing. Yet, they didn’t start at all. Okay, no need to panic at this point. You knew that engines would sometimes refuse to start up the first time you turned the switch on, that was why all pilots were trained to turn them on while still buffering in the heat of entry to a planet. Sometimes the engines would only turn over once the heat subsided and they could get a small amount of air into them. \n\nYou quickly reset the switch and ran over the start up precedure in only a few seconds. Again you flipped the switch and counted in your head and watched the monitor [[go from 10 to 0 again]]. \n<<endif>>\n<<if $coin eq "tails">>\nYou counted the ten seconds in your head as well as watched the display monitor. Any second now the engines would start and you would be able to focus on landing. Yet, they didn’t start at all. Okay, no need to panic at this point. You knew that engines would sometimes refuse to start up the first time you turned the switch on, that was why all pilots were trained to turn them on while still buffering in the heat of entry to a planet. Sometimes the engines would only turn over once the heat subsided and they could get a small amount of air into them. \n\nYou quickly reset the switch and ran over the start up precedure in only a few seconds. Again you flipped the switch and counted in your head and watched the monitor go [[from 10 to 0 without anything]] happening. \n<<endif>>

There was no doubt that Eve wasn’t going to enjoy the next few minutes. Hell, seeing how you felt about the thought of having to be with another man, you could completely understand exactly how Eve felt as you watched Penny getting on the bed and spreading her legs open for you. There was no desire, no passion, and very little eagerness to do anything. But you were going to get through it by any means necessary, even if that meant doing something that you weren’t completely dreading having to do. \n\nWell, that wasn’t entirely accurate when you started to get on the bed as well. Penny wasn’t exactly as attractive as the other concubines were. Oh, she might have been in her youth, and if she worked out as much as you and the other girls were required to do. She should have kept up with the exercise more than she did. She did work out with you and the other concubines, but she was always taking it easy and often cutting her own workout short as she had to deal with a problem here or there. But for the most part, she was still in fairly good shape and she did have some nice breasts. \n\nAnd if you were being completely honest as you looked her over, you had to admit that if you were still a man, you might have been interested in her for a couple of nights. Not that you liked her, but as someone who you could have picked up in a bar or seduced in order to maintain your ‘virile young man’ persona. Well, in that regard she wasn’t the worst looking female you had been with. And you knew that she was clean as far as diseases or illness. She might be a complete and total bitch who didn’t like you at all, and the feeling was mutual. But you at least knew from first hand knowledge that she had cleared her medical examinations just as much as you [[and the other girls had done]].

Your first climax as a female was dulled due to the alcohol. You couldn’t really say that you were all that impressed by it. You actually got more enjoyment from hearing the girl in your head crying out than you did from the way your body was reacting. However that was quickly changed when you heard the girl cry out again as another climax hit both of you. \n<<set $fuk += 1>> <<set $cpie += 1>>\nOnly this time you actually felt it. That odd sensation of reaching a climax as a guy was focused in one small area of your body. Sure, you felt great afterward, but the physical aspect only took place with your balls and dick. But as a female it happened from your knees to your shoulders as every muscle shivered and started to twitch. You couldn’t imagine anything ever being so intense and yet you were experiencing the most intense sensation of your life. You almost passed out because you were so overwhelmed by everything going on at once and despite your desire a few minutes ago to want to get it over with as soon as possible, you now wanted it to last forever.\n[img[z/r.gif]]\nBut Scott was still a man and he had his limits. You felt him slamming his cock inside of you one last time and then a strange warmth flooding into you as he grunted again and again. Your dulled senses finally realized that he just came inside of your vagina, unprotected and you instantly worried about what to do about birth control. But the voice in you head [[silenced your concerns almost]] instantly.

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The only person you could turn to talk to was Eve, and as much as you did enjoy your conversations with her from time to time while you slept, you couldn’t really control when and where she would appear to talk to you. You could try as hard as you liked to reach out to that part of you and get absolutely nothing in return, or you could be thinking about something entirely different when Eve would suddenly appear in your mind to ask a question about something or ask how you thought things were going on the ship. It was impossible to tell when she would have a conversation with you, or even what that conversation would be about as Eve tended to be the one that focused on one subject at a time. \n\nSo, you knew that if you really wanted to be a part of the crew you would have to simply bide your time and work on it as much as possible. And as luck would have it, you were about to land on a new planet and are able to enjoy two or three days away from the ship with a member of the crew for once and get to know them better as a person instead of simply a member of the crew. You just had to figure out who that person was and the best way to spend time with them without looking like you were putting your nose into business that it didn’t belong in. \n\nThankfully, you were a little too busy at the moment working with Jake to worry about it all the time. You had to be on duty to shift in order to help run the engines through the risky period of switching from “space travel” to “planetary travel”. As far as keeping the engines running as effectively as possible there was no change. But there was a change in how the power output was regulated by the different engine systems. Space travel was a slow but steady use of power, except for the folding of space, which was a huge build up dumped all at once. Planetary travel involved a quick burst of energy over a small span of time that could be shifted from both your own controls as well as Lucy’s as she piloted the ship, depending on who needed to do what in [[order to keep the ship flying until]] it landed.

You watched in stunned silence as all twenty five people were flung out of the cargo bay and into the vacuum of space in mere seconds. It didn’t take long at all before the cargo bay was empty of both people and containers. And even as you watched the huge doors closing again you couldn’t help but wonder what you had just done. But there was no real feeling about the issue one way or the other. \n\nWithout even thinking about it, you found yourself following the captain back to your own ship, heading into the engine compartment and taking off your spacesuit. It wasn’t until you were actually in the showers to wash yourself off that it suddenly hit you that you had just killed 25 people in cold blood without the slightest bit of hesitation or remorse other than a simple “But” as your form of protest. \n\nThe shock of it all hit you and you found yourself puking inside of the shower at the fact you were now a mass murderer. No matter what you did or thought of yourself no longer really mattered. Twenty five people, most of who were still wearing just their underwear and unarmed had been killed. Their hands tied behind their backs, all wearing gags to keep quiet and you had pushed the button that expelled them into space to die. Twenty-five unarmed and defenseless people snuffed out with the push of a button and it was all your fault. \n\nTo make things worse, you weren’t the one on shift to watch over the reactors. You were ordered to get something to eat, which wasn’t at all likely given the way your stomach felt at the moment, and to get some sleep. You knew that you wouldn’t have been able to get any sleep at all as you went to bed, but even that wasn’t really true. The hiber-bed itself would inject you with the necessary drugs to put you to sleep if you weren’t asleep within ten minutes. Sure enough, you felt the [[drugs slowly taking effect and you]] finally drifted off to sleep.

But not all the news was good news. While you were at least “tolerant” of the fact that things were easier for you now than they had been before, they were still difficult in ways that were really hard to explain. Well, maybe not really all that hard to explain, just rather uncomfortable and disgusting to put up with. And when Hilda returned to the concubine chambers without her baby? Well, things only got worse than before. \n\nYou should have known, or at least made the assumption, that Hilda wasn’t going to be able to keep her baby. After all, there was nothing in the concubine chambers that you would call “day care” items. There were no cribs, no playpens, no baby-toys or diapers. There simply wasn’t anything around that would indicate that a baby even existed. And yet you had still held out hope that maybe those items would be brought in once the baby had been born. \n\n“I don’t know.” Hilda says. “And I don’t want to talk about it.” \n\n“Come on.” You say as you finally have a little bit of privacy to talk to her since she returned. “How the hell do you not know if it was a boy or girl?” \n\nThere is a really long pause as Hilda looks you over. There is a clear decision that she is trying to make, and it isn’t one that is an easy one for her to do. She simply didn’t know you well enough to completely trust you, but she knew you well enough to at least like you and know that you might be able to be trusted. But nothing had completely solidified between the two of you as real friendship was concerned. She knew from how you handled putting her butt-plug into her that you had a delicate touch and you showed true concern for how comfortable she was with the whole thing. So clearly [[she was willing to give you some]] benefit of the doubt.

“The stupid bitch killed a perfectly good target.” The captain says as he points towards the building. \n<<set $impress = "having potential">>\n“Yeah? Well, what do you expect?” Scott says. “She’s young. Hell, poor thing probably panicked when she saw him. I did the first time I went out on a raid. Who would you rather leave behind for the patrols? Some stupid kid or your pilot?” \n<<set $trust = "fell like they can">> \nIt was odd to realize that the captain didn’t care at all that you had killed the man. He was more upset that you hadn’t been thinking enough to switch weapons upon entering the building and using your pistol instead. At least then, the young man would have been alive but drugged and stunned, easily bound like the others who were being roughly lifted into the back of the vehicle that you had gotten to the town in. You noticed the medic of the ship looking you over and despite the disappointment of the captain’s words, she actually smiled at you. \n<<set $expect = "tested and going to come around">>\n“Your first time is always the best.” She says. “It’s just like sex. One quick pop and the world is never the same. Come on, love. Let’s go join the others [[before we get left behind]].” \n\n

Amanda actually looks hurt by your answer and wishes you the best of luck. But you knew that she was a whore, no matter who she tried to be to everyone else, or how she tried to make it sound better than it was. It was just one of her “skills” to make someone believe what she wants them to believe. If she wanted you to believe she was “hurt”, she could easily act like she was hurt. If she wanted you to believe she was “happy”, she could do it just as easily. But you knew that deep down, despite what she appeared like on the surface she didn’t really care for you if you weren’t making her money in one form or the other. \n\nBut you made your way out of the Red Rabbit and looked around for a place to stay. It wasn’t cheap, but you found another hotel that was paid for by the week. The price was a little high but at least it gave you a place to stay as you tried to figure out what to do and how to earn money without selling your body. But at least it kept you off the streets and that was all that really mattered at the moment. \n\nYet, it did not keep you out of danger. The very first night you were alone in the hotel, your worst fear was realized when you heard your door being opened by the manager of the hotel itself. The ten men came charging into the room before you could even reach your burner or your knife. You were quickly dragged from the room rather forcefully by your hair and thrown into another room where the men took turns raping you over and over. You noticed a clock on the wall and watched the hours creep by slowly as men [[took turns with you]].

You can’t believe that you are having sex as a female. You could feel the way that Scott’s hard cock was pressing against the inside of your body and you could honestly admit that his big size was completely proportional because his dick felt like ten inches of hard steel inside of you. You could feel him moving back and forth, and despite the constant arousing sounds of a young girl having the time of her life as she gets her brains fucked out in your head, you simply can’t ignore the pain that your numbed body was feeling at the moment. \n<<set $vag = "extremely tight">> <<set $vagres = "lingering pain">>\nYou were grateful that the amount of alcohol in your body was able to slightly numb your ability to feel pain. It wasn’t a complete pain-killer, but it was enough to at least make it possible to get through the experience. You were sore, already starting to feel tender in general, and despite the way that Scott looked like he was enjoying the moment, you weren’t. You couldn’t help but let out a few grunts of your own, only you knew your [[grunts were because of]] the pain.

You might be the pilot of the Oracle, but the captain was god upon his ship. It was an old tradition that went all the way back to when humans were only on one planet and actually used wooden boats to cross vast oceans. But it had stayed a tradition through the years and nobody was willing to break with it. And you had a serious problem with your captain as he was someone who was from “Fed-space” and if he found out about you being a fugitive with them he might turn you in for the money. But he also took a slight “liking to you” right away. \n\nBut you knew that you had something up your sleeve as a female to use to your advantage and that was your body. You could easily use your “feminine wiles” on him to keep him from turning you over to the Orion authorities. But in doing so you would end up alienating most of the crew. Ship-board romances happened all the time between males and females in space. But it was sort of an unwritten rule that you did not pursue the captain, he pursued you. To put yourself in the position of trying to initiate something with the captain would clearly cause a lot of bad blood that the other crew members would not forget. \n\nYou had to decide what you were going to do on your first flight as you prepared the ship for takeoff. Your two choices were to either go against conventional tradition and pursue the captain for your own reasons, or simply work as the pilot of the ship until you either saved enough money or earned the right to be a captain of your own crew. Both held risks, the biggest of which was being captured and arrested, but that was true with everyone on the [[ship as you went]] into space.

“Eve!” Lucy calls out. “Eve, honey! You still in there? Are you okay?” \n\n“Lucy?” You call back to her. “Is that you?” \n\n“Yeah, honey, it’s me.” She calls out. “Uh, can I come through the door, or are you going to shoot me?” \n\n“Poke your head through and find out.” You say as you start to laugh and stand up. \n\n“Ha, ha, ha. Very, fuck you, funny.” Lucy says as she comes through the door. “The captain sent me down here to check up on you. What the fuck happened to your com-unit? We’ve been calling you for minutes.” \n\n“Have you?” You ask her. “I never heard a thing. I could hear the others talking, but I couldn’t hear anything from the bridge at all.” \n\nYou joined her to meet up with the others near the mess hall to return your weapons to their lockers. As soon as you stepped out from behind the console your ear started to hurt. Not because of any damage that you might have gotten while waiting for someone to appear, but [[by the sharpness and volume of the]] captain’s voice virtually shouting in your ear. \n\n

The captain took a step towards you but quickly backed away when you swung the knife at him. Seeing their captain backing away from such a young girl only made them laugh. You could see a few people out of the corner of your eye standing up from the table, but they weren’t coming at you, they were simply getting a better view to cheer you on as the captain again lunged at you. \n\nThis time you got him with the knife. It wasn’t anything serious, just a small cut on his hand. But it made him back away again and someone yelled out ‘first blood’ as he started to grab a cloth behind him to wrap his hand. He slowly started to turn and you found yourself in the strange spot of watching him or the crew. Clearly he was the most dangerous one at the moment because of the fact that they were more interested in cheering you on than actually helping. You felt exposed turning your back to the crew but had no choice if you wanted to keep an eye on the captain. \n\nAgain he lunges at you, this time actually getting hold of your arm. Only it wasn’t the arm that had the knife. Again you slashed at his arm, feeling the knife hitting his arm and meeting resistance. If it had been a real knife, designed for fighting it would have been a rather effective cut on his arm. But because of the clothing and the fact that it was an eating knife and not a knife for fighting, the cut wasn’t nearly as bad as it should have been. But it was enough to make the captain yell in pain as you felt [[his hand letting go]] of your arm.

<<set $age += 11>>\nA <<print $age>> year old, gay male. \n[img[z/Joe.JPG]]\nJoe works mostly as the bartender of the Red Rabbit. However, there are times that his services are requested by other males. How he is able to make rent just working at the bar, you really don’t know as you rarely see him with a customer. You suspect that there is more going on than a simple male prostitute, but the more you ask Joe about his background, the more lies you get. There is speculation that he may be a son of a “Family” member, and a major embarrassment, as well as speculation that he is a son of a “High ranking politician”, as well as speculation that he is simply a “runaway nobody”. The rumors are constant, and while nobody really knows for sure what his real story is, other than Amanda, it is a fun “guessing game” with the female staff during your down time. \n\nJoe is not at all like the other men you’ve met on Binder. He doesn’t seem to have that inherent “toughness” about him, which makes him a strange person to get to know. It isn’t like he doesn’t share the same “male interests” of sports, vehicles, weapons and displaying his masculinity; it is that he has more in common with the other girls in the Red Rabbit than any other male. Not just as a worker, but being able to pick out outfits, suggest hairstyles and makeup tips as well as being able to discuss what specific acts are like from a male perspective. While Joe is a fountain of information in how to be more feminine, you have to take care when talking to him because of his love to gossip. Something mentioned in private with him could come back to haunt you weeks later. \n\nYou think that Joe would be a good friend, if he was someone who could be trusted. But you don’t trust him; or rather you don’t trust him to keep his mouth shut. Because of that lack of trust between the two of you, you tend to avoid him whenever possible. The only time that you are around him are only if you have to be in order to have a threesome with one of his “regular” customers who want to add a little “spice” in things. It makes it even harder to trust him when you know that you are being used as a simple “prop” when working together. But he is one hell of a bartender and can make some wonderful drinks that will knock you on your ass. \n\n<<back>>

“Well?” He asks. \n<<set $anal = "extremely tight">> <<set $anres = "very painful">>\n“What?” You reply. \n<<set $vag = "very tight">> <<set $vagres = "very painful">>\n“Why didn’t you tell Kelly about the men?” He asks you. \n<<set $three += 1>>\n“I did.” You tell him. “But I figured that if I volunteered, that Kelly and I could iron out our differences and I could prove that I was a member of this crew at the same time.” \n<<set $ass += 1>> <<set $asscum += 1>> \n“So, you go and get fucked by a bunch of assholes who don’t even give a shit about your name?” He asks. “Don’t even think about asking the man who took you under his wing and would have been gentle about it. Get your shit packed, you’re off my boat.” \n<<set $fuk += 1>> <<set $cpie += 1>> \nAnd just like that, he stormed away down the hall back to the bridge and you were no longer a member of the crew. It bothered you that the older man had been right about the captain wanting to have been your first time. And it bothered you a bit more that the captain had assumed he would have that “privilege” of taking our virginity after your maiden voyage as a crewmember. Or maybe he just saw it as captain’s privilege to have sex with any female on the crew after a successful voyage. Or from the way that he talked about Kelly from time to time, he might have been looking for a replacement for her simply for his own enjoyment. Either way, after the way he reacted to the whole thing you weren’t really sure that you wanted to be [[a member of his crew anymore]].

The first few minutes with the guys in Kelly’s room weren’t really comfortable. It was strange sitting between them on the bed, mostly because you were sure that someone would have gotten things started as soon as the door closed behind you. But they were only sitting, not even talking to each other and only asking you about how things were on the ship and if you liked your voyage so far. It was painful small talk and it was humiliating to think that two men couldn’t even talk to you without acting like two clumps of clay. \n\nIf anything was going to happen it was going to be up to you to get things started. It was no longer possible to ignore that fact. And the longer that you hesitated the more that your nerves started to give out. You remember the look of joy on Kelly’s face and how happy she was that you would be willing to put yourself in this sort of situation. It was that quick flash of her smiling face that you thought about as you: \n\nLeaned over to the [[guy on the right]].\nLeaned over to the [[guy on the left]]. \n\n\n

Your orgasm ran through your body like an electrical current. Your entire body shivered and shook as you screamed out in joy at the feeling. There was no way to say that this was a “small” climax or simply a “good one”. This was a complete mind-numbing experience and for several seconds all you could do was hold onto her hips, not for support but to help drive her crotch against your own more and more. \n<<set $expect = "cheap">> <<set $opt = "wrong">>\nKelly finally stopped moving after slowing down after your climax, leaving you on the floor of the space ship completely spent and overly sensitive to the slightest touch. You were panting to get your breath back and you could feel your thighs actually quiver as she untangled the two of you. It was amazing how much more the female climax was compare to the male climax that you couldn’t even think. Kelly simply smiled down at your face and gave you a soft kiss.\n<<set $man += 3>> <<set $woman -= 3>>\nYou watched her walking away as she put her jumpsuit back on, wondering how she could have climaxed like she did and go about her business a few minutes later. It took you several minutes to finally make it to your room and you fell on the bed completely spent and needing to at [[least take a nap if nothing]] else. \n\n

Mary Sheppard wasn’t your first choice to pick from. But she did have a few things in her favor that made her an easier choice. First she was traveling with her husband and that gave you an instant cover story. Second, she was going to be transferring ships at the next stop. So, knowing you had a built in cover and a chance to ditch the spouse in a few hours or so, the choice wasn’t really all that hard after all. \n\nThe only thing you didn’t really like was having to use a female’s body. Not because you had any issues with killing a female if you had to. No, the problem was that by being inside of a female’s body you were going to have to be careful about the way you acted in public in order to avoid any social problems that might become a hassle. And if you did have to use a female’s body you would have preferred one that wasn’t married. \n\nYou just wished that you had more time to set the stasis pods properly. The version of pods on this ship weren’t really designed to do a complete graft and it was costing you valuable time trying to program the computer to accept the parameters you were setting up. At this rate you would have to be willing to sacrifice some of your own personal long-term memories simply to do the graft in time to avoid detection. You figured that your childhood as an orphan and most of your school years was worth losing in the transfer. You just hoped that you didn’t lose too much. The one thing that you sure of was that the last five or six years of knowledge you could easily keep. It would allow you to at least complete your mission; you just didn’t know how much of the graft would take under the [[current configuration]] and equipment.

Thankfully, everything was “legal” and while it took an hour or two to go through it all, you were finally allowed to reclaim your luggage and are cleared to enter the changing room to remove your jumpsuit and wear your own outfits again. It was strange to think that you had ‘landed’ around 4pm, but you weren’t officially cleared through customs until almost 7pm. And once you did finally get out of the changing room and headed out into the central hub of the port, you heard some male calling your name. \n\nYou looked over at the guy and took a wild guess that he was probably about 19 or 20. You thought he was “okay looking” but you still felt a strange thrill running through your body as you saw him. Clearly there was some kind of recognition involved by the way that your body instantly turned to walk towards him before you could stop yourself, but that made you quickly wonder just who the guy that was calling out to you was. \n\nOrion customs for greeting someone were based on what sort of [[relationship that they]] were in.

“Don’t use your hand so much.” He whispers. “Use your mouth more.” \n\n“Okay, I can do this.” You tell yourself again. “Just a little lower. Don’t think about it. Try to think of something else. Think about that sign on the way to his apartment. Was it a secret sign for the criminal element or just an innocent sign?” \n\nYou tried to take your mind off the fact that you were giving a guy a blowjob for the first time in your life. You knew that you could do better if you were into it or you had a lot of time to practice. But you’ve only been a female for a few hours, not even a complete day yet, and you were already sucking on some guy’s cock. You know that you had over half of his cock in your mouth and you couldn’t stop focusing on the fact that you were using your mouth. \n\nYou felt yourself starting to gag and had to pull off of him. You coughed and wiped you mouth with the back of your hand and noticed a large amount of spit running down his shaft. You were losing your nerves and didn’t think that you could do it when you felt his hand on your shoulder gently nudging you back down towards his cock. \n\nYou felt the head of his cock slide into your mouth again and tried to be a bit more careful about using your lips so not to have so much spit on his cock. It looked too much like cum from a distance and that bothered you. But you slowly moved up and down on his cock, not quite taking half of him into your mouth. You didn’t gag again, but you also didn’t go deep enough on him to feel the head of his cock in the back of your [[mouth either]]. \n\n

---------\n<<pink>>“Ugh, oh god, now that is a thick dick.”<</pink>> The voice cried out. <<pink>>“Yes, pound my tight pussy, you fucking bastard. Holy shit, fuck my brains out. Oh good god, yes! Isn’t he great? Oh fuck, I’m cumming again.” <</pink>> \n[img[z/zt.JPG]]\n---------\n\nAgain you feel the warmth and tingling sensation in your crotch, only this time it was even more intense than the first time. You couldn’t feel a thing as far as your body was concerned other than the warmth and tingling sensation. The only thing that you could register was the voice in your head that was crying out in joy and the fact that you wanted to know what the warmth and [[tingling would have felt]] like if you weren’t out of it. \n\n\n

There really was no way to tell just how long you had to wait for something to happen. As much as you would like to give a complete detailed account of the combat going on, you simply couldn’t. There were a few short pauses that happened from time to time, but judging if they were only a few seconds or several minutes was hard to do when you could only go by the sounds you heard. The chatter on the earpiece was more or less technical more than descriptive. You could hear Larry and Tom both report that the cargo bay had been secured, even though you had no way of knowing how or what they had done to secure it. And while Jake sounded shaken, possibly wounded, he reported that he had been able to defend the medical bay, which meant that Becky was at least safe. And knowing her, if Jake was wounded she would be busy treating him instead of fighting anyway. \n\nBut there was no word about the bridge or from the captain. And that was what made you worry about things the most. Everyone seemed to be reporting in to him, but nobody was responding to those reports. Not even Lucy or Jen were communicating with the crew. And while you felt confident that you had successfully fought off the pirates, or at least seriously crippled them enough to secure at least 80% of the ship, it was that last 20% that was the most vital. With Jen or Lucy, there was no way to get the ship underway again. And if the bridge was damaged? Well, you could easily find yourself adrift in the vast emptiness of space without having been able to broadcast a distress signal, meaning you would be dead in several weeks when the air and food ran out. \n\nSuddenly the large door to the engine compartment opened up, and you took careful aim with your pistol expecting to see someone’s head poking around the frame of the door. You could feel your finger starting to tighten on the trigger, knowing that only a few more ounces of pressure and you would fire the weapon. You didn’t need a direct hit, anything that would make the person duck their head back around the corner [[before seeing you would still]] be a ‘win’ in your book.

--------\n<<pink>>“Mum, mum, mum, mum,” <</pink>> You heard over and over as the crotch in front of you moved back and forth. <<pink>>“Gul, gul, gul”<</pink>> \n[img[z/zu.JPG]]\nYou watched the crotch pull away from your face as the voice in your head finally said something again. \n\n<<pink>>“Oh my god, that was a huge load of cum.” <</pink>> Eve says. <<pink>>“Holy shit, that was so fucking tasty. God, I loved it.”<</pink>> \n\n“What?” You ask, confused. \n\n<<pink>>“Shut up slut.” <</pink>> Eve says in anger. <<pink>>“I am never going to speak to you again unless you [[start to swallow cum for me]].” <</pink>> \n---------\n\n

Kelly quickly gave you a hug and grabbed their clothes and headed off with him, leaving you on your own. You could have said that you didn’t do it since nobody was around you, but you actually cried a bit as you wiped the cum off your face. You silently got dressed again and went to your room and washed yourself off, refusing to even look at yourself in the mirror. You can’t believe you just lost your virginity in a threesome and had been completely unprepared for it to happen. \n[img[z/z.JPG]]\nYou set the hiber-bed to maximum, wanting to take three days away from everyone, the max amount of time you could get in the bed [[and welcomed the sleep as it]] came.

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Okay, this was going to be a problem. Your means of entry into the ship was through the airlock in the cargo bay. It was not the primary entrance way for passengers while the ship was being loaded, but it was heavily used while in port by both the ship crew and the port’s crew while loading the ship. For it to not be able to be opened from the outside was something that was extremely rare, but not unheard of. Rick was at least prepared for this sort of thing by carrying a small powerful jack that would pry the door open. It would cost you valuable minutes for it to open the airlock, but at least it would get you inside. \n\nYou stood off to the side, thankful that in space “up and down” were completely relative to your position. Your feet were on the ship, which made it “down” for you as you looked down at Rick finally getting the jack into place and step onto the side of the ship himself before turning it on. \n\nIt was strange watching the spinning motion of the motor but not being able to hear it working. The only way that you could tell that the small jack was working properly was the constantly blinking green light on the thing. You couldn’t even hear the sounds of the airlock door as it slowly got pried apart. The only signal that things were finally starting to go right was the visible puff of air being sucked out as the door opened. But you were able to finally step into the airlock proper, fully aware of the time that had been wasted. Now there was no “sneaking onboard” like you did during your first raid, the entire crew would have time to [[get ready to defend the]] ship.

But you now had a full crew on your hands to watch over. Twenty five people, all of various ages and temperaments to watch over was a rather difficult task for only 8 people to deal with. And when you consider that two of those 8 people had to leave to deal with the engines, another 2 had to leave to go to the bridge to prepare for handling the ship, which still left 4 people to watch over 25. And when you add in the fact that you were supposed to be looting the ship in general, those 4 people could easily be reduced to 1 in just mere seconds. \n\nAnd no matter how the fighting might have gone before hand, being one person in charge of watching over 25 people at one time could be dangerous. All it would take is three or four of them to charge you at the same time and they would easily have overpowered you no matter the sort of weapon you had in your hand. The only thing you could do at that point was to keep pulling the trigger and firing your weapon until it was knocked out of your hands or you ran out of ammo, or simply ran out of targets. \n\nYou stand there with your weapon in hand, knowing that at any second the captain was going to order you back to your ship again to start the process of starting the engines back up. Only instead of giving you that order he was on the other side of the mess hall, having a quiet but clearly heated argument with Tracy about something. It wasn’t [[until Irene stood next to you]] that you finally understood what was going on. \n\n

But you didn’t really have much choice in the matter. You still had to get inside of the cargo bay and try your best to secure it. It was the most valuable spot of the ship, but the least accessible. That was why a two-person crew could hold off the defenses, if able to get inside quickly. \n\nBefore you could actually step into the airlock, Rick stopped you and pressed his helmet against your own. It was the only way to have a conversation with someone in space without having to use to radio on your suit. It wasn’t really effective as he had to basically yell inside of his helmet, but you were able to at least hear a muffled command to stick to the side of the ship for a few more minutes as he dealt with the inner door. \n\nYou knew what he had in mind. The cargo bay was sure to be defended at this point and the best course of action was to simply expose the cargo to space and keep it exposed as long as possible until given the all clear from your crewmembers. If the entire rear section of the ship had to be exposed to the vacuum of space, so be it. It was better than having to fight your way through the ship at this point and you could always close the doors behind you if you had to [[pressurize another compartment]].

Going to the Congo held risks that were manageable as long as you kept your head about you and didn’t do anything stupid. But it also meant that you would have to find it in yourself to “overlook” the slavery issue while you were in their territory. You also had to be fully aware that if you ever got caught as a spy in the Congo that you would end up being a slave yourself. It was risky, but it would be quicker to get back home than trying to go through the People’s Republic. And the direct path home was suicide. \n\n“Okay, we can do it.” B says. “I assume you want to pass yourself off as a slave-trader?” \n\n“Uh, maybe someone who wants to join the guild, but not recognized as a trader.” You tell her. “I figure someone that low will be easier to slip into their space.” \n\n“Easier, yes.” B admits. “But it is going to cost you more. Seeing how Orion Confederacy doesn’t allow slaves, it will require a special dispensation on your passport.” \n\n“How special?” You ask her. \n\n“No less than 95,000 Sterlings.” She says. “But I can provide a few things you’ll need. A burner for one. Oh, and probably a couple of knifes. But look. I’m going to be honest with you. If you wanted to go as a student or research assistant it would [[be easier and cheaper]].”

You accessed the passenger list and saw where Eve Jones had stored her belongings. You could get a better idea of what you had by going through her stuff as well. You found her travel papers and saw that they were only good to Hoffman. Okay, that was a good start. Hoffman was a big city with a huge space port. It would allow you to find another ship at some point. But finding one that was going the right place was only half the problem. You still had to get pass Orion security to escape and all while trying to pass as a young girl who was supposed to report for her military term by the end of the year. If the Feds caught you trying to avoid mandatory military service? Well, you didn’t want to think about what they would do to you. \n\nAnd that caused a serious problem as you looked at yourself in the mirror in the bathroom. You were a cute teenage girl, but not extremely attractive. You could improve the looks with makeup and doing something with your hair. But you wouldn’t make it as a model or trying to be a public figure. Which was actually a good thing as you simply didn’t want your face to be recognized across the Orion territories. A good looking girl was one thing, but one who was recognized and spotted right [[away was something else]]. \n\n

You set the computer to start the timer and slammed the “emergency stasis” button as you stepped into the stasis pod. Most of the pods would put you to sleep slowly, lowering breathing and heartbeat to roughly one per two minutes as you went into a deep sleep to pass the weeks between systems. But the emergency stasis button was in case of ship failure. It would quickly put you into stasis until a rescue vessel could get to you, if it ever did. While most of the regular stasis pods would keep you alive for a year at most, one set in emergency mode could keep you going for a decade, provided the power source didn’t let out and your pod wasn’t punctured and leaving you exposed to space. \n\nBut by hitting the emergency button, your body was pierced by multiple needles pumping you full of drugs to knock you out. Your were barely able to keep your eyes open long enough to see the monitor of the main computer count down to zero and see that the graft had begun. You didn’t feel anything, mostly because you were numb from your head to your toes at this point. But suddenly the screen flashed red as an “error message” popped up. It was the [[last thing]] you remembered seeing.

You don’t know why you brought your own little belt back as far as he had. But you know that if you didn’t do as you were told that it would be you that would be tied up next and beaten. So your arm came down with full force as you landed a direct hit on Hilda’s already exposed pussy. And again and again as Jason ordered you to do it again and again. \n[img[z/18.gif]]\nThe sounds that were made caused your stomach to turn. The small belt had a higher pitched wet slap to it when it hit Hilda’s crotch. And her screams at each hit was just as loud as when Jason had hit her, but not as often as the slaps of the belt. It is really difficult to cut a scream off when you are already screaming in pain. But you continued to abuse her vagina with the small belt. Over and over, your hand came down and struck her exposed vagina. Scream after scream came out of Hilda’s mouth as [[Jason ordered another hit]] with the belt. \n\n

“Who said that I offered to be his?” You ask. “And isn’t it a good thing? I mean, aren’t we supposed to try and make people a regular customer?” \n\n“Holy shit, you mean you really don’t know who that was?” Amanda asks. \n\n“No.” You tell her. “Who was it?” \n\n“Honey, that’s the most dangerous man on the planet.” She says. “Well, next to Ernie and Carter. Look, I don’t know how to tell you this, but you just gave that man a free ride. That’s why I’m shocked you offered to be his regular.” \n\n“What the fuck do you mean a free ride?” You ask in anger. “I should be paid for what we did. He was nothing more than just another customer to me.” \n\n“To you, maybe.” Amanda says. “But not to the Family. That’s one of the most ruthless pirates out there. He killed more men than I’ve fucked. The only reason that he was even allowed in here was because of his connections to the Family. Look, Eve, I’m not saying that you aren’t going to be given credit for being with him. I’m just saying that there isn’t going to be any real money changing hands. Think of it as a mere accounting entry in the books. If you have a problem with that? Well, you could go talk to Ernie of you want to. But in order to do that, you better have a lot more on you side than being a working girl not being paid by one of the Family’s best pirates. Ernie wouldn’t laugh in your face, but he would never see you again unless he was a customer. And if you think that Ernie has to pay you, [[you are in for a rude awakening]].”

This was not just a mansion, but a privately created hell. Not just for you, but for every slave in the house. No wonder the slaves that you saw cleaning things here and there took off in fear when they saw Penny looking at them. It was something that everyone else had known about, but not you or Tracy. And the fact that Tracy was just now starting to understand the situation you were in didn’t make you feel better, although you did notice that she was squeezing your hand tighter. \n\n“And this is where you two sluts will be staying.” Penny says as she opens the double doors in front of her. “You will be called for when needed. Now, get your ass inside and wash that stink off of you. The master likes his pussy nice and clean. Oh, and make sure you shave that fucking twat before I burn the hair off. The master likes his concubines to have bare pussies to watch his dick going in, not some fucking forest. Now get.” \n\nAnd with that you were shoved inside of the lavish room, filled with a large number of other attractive and young slaves. It bothered you that a few were clearly pregnant, but they didn’t seem to notice you and Tracy entering the room. They were simply grateful that Penny had opened the door to place you in the area, and not to [[call one of them out]] of the room. \n\n

In short, your ship was wonderful and gave you a slight thrill as a young pilot to play with. Most ships like this wouldn’t be available to someone who was so young and only on their second ship. This was something that was normally reserved for pilots who had years of experience and who had several trips under their belts, not for someone who was still considered a “rook”, or rookie. You had been on at least one raid before with your old crew, but not this one. Until you “popped your cherry” with them, you were nothing more than a no-name pilot who was judged not by your record off the ship but by what you did on the ship. It was up to you to make an impression on people. Good or bad, from this point on the only person you had to blame for anything was yourself. \n\nShortly after your navigator set the ship to folding space you adjusted your seat and decided to at least bond with the bridge crew by staying for a few hours in your hiber-bed at the controls instead of in your cabin. If the captain was comfortable with taking a short sleep for the next three days, then you didn’t [[have anything to worry about]]. \n\n

How could she have tricked you into having sex with someone, and yet been so turned on at the same time? Was it some sort of ‘game’ for her? Maybe a bit of role-playing with someone who she knew and trusted a bit more than a complete stranger? If that was the case, it was kind of flattering that she would have felt that way with you being involved in some sort of twisted fantasy. But at the same time, couldn’t she have simply told you about it before hand and let you decide if you were going to go along with it or not? But, if it was a fantasy, wasn’t part of the fantasy having someone who was a little bit “reluctant to participate”? \n\nMaybe she had picked you instead of Missy because it would have been more intense for her. It was something that you would have to either ask her about, or keep an eye on. Either way, it made you wonder just what sort of twisted fantasies she might have locked inside of her head. \n\nAnd yet, no matter how you felt about the whole thing, the one person that really confused you more than anyone else was the way that Eve’s reaction was to the whole thing. She was pleased, if that was the right word, that she had been sexually active with someone. Clearly the way she felt let you know that she had no hard feelings towards either Tom or Cathy. But at the same time, she was [[also extremely disappointed that the sex]] hadn’t been “better” all along. \n\n

“18.” The captain says as he shows up just before you start folding space. “10 males, 8 females, six of them under the age of 21. Not a bad haul. Not the best that I’ve done, but should be enough to maybe retire. You hear that Geoff, I might retire after this run.” \n\nBut Geoff wasn’t taking the bait and getting into yet another conversation about his future with the captain again. He had made it clear from the first day that you met him that he didn’t want to sit in the captain seat, even though he was technically the ‘second in command’ of the ship both in space and on the ground. If something were to happen to David while on a raid, it would be Geoff who would be the one that stepped in and gave orders. But like most people, Geoff was content to be just where he was in life. \n\nIt didn’t take that long to get back to the home port and unload the ship. By the time that you had shut down the ship, the captured victims had already been taken off the ship. And when you got to the airlock to enter the port, the only two people left on the ship were you and Geoff, and he was only there to make sure that everyone was off the ship before he encoded the locks on the airlocks and headed off to the bar to join the others to celebrate another “good run”. \n\nA bar that was a little too cheap, a little too noisy, and a little too rowdy for your taste. It wasn’t the worst bar you’ve ever been to. At least not at first, but as the drinking continued and the bragging got louder and louder, it was only a matter of time before someone either passed out or got into a fight. So while it hadn’t been too bad, at first, the longer you were at the [[bar the worst things]] got.

She acted more or less as if she had only been giving a bit of an appetizer. You could still feel the desire she had to “have fun” while having sex, but also the way she seemed to feel at least slightly ‘content’ with having been sexually active at all. It was enough to confuse you even more about the whole thing and made you wonder just what it was she was really feeling. Only she wasn’t communicating with you at the moment. Apparently after having her ‘little sexual snack’ she was more than happy to stay content and quiet. \n\nIt wasn’t easy getting out of the bar without someone spotting you and the way you had your shirt wrapped around you. But thankfully, nobody seemed to be all that interested in stopping you from calling it an early evening compared to the rest of your crew. It wasn’t long before you were back onboard your ship and finally wearing a new set of clothes. Clothes that you eventually felt asleep in due to the drowsy feeling of having too much alcohol, a little bit of drugs, and a bit of sex as well. But the next morning, you were woken up by the intercom going off to tell everyone to report to the mess hall. \n\nYou gathered with the rest of the crew as you complained about being woken up early. The coffee was hot and nice, although a little bit bitter for your taste because it had been made “strong”, but at least it helped to shake the cobwebs from your head. But you were [[all waiting on the captain to make]] the announcement about when and where you were heading to in the next 24hours.

“I see.” Jeff says, accepting your silence as a sign of guilt. “Well, that’s such a pity. A sweet little girl like you always making things difficult for your older sister. Tell me, sweetheart. Did mommy and daddy ever let you spank her when she was misbehaving?” \n\nThat last question had been directed to Vicky. And it wasn’t until that moment that you understood exactly why his laughter had bothered you earlier. This was clearly a man who either enjoyed inflicting pain on women, or simply enjoyed watching women suffer in some way or the other. And Vicky instantly picked up on the same thing as well judging by the way she responded. \n\n“Oh, no, sir.” Vicky says. “Momma would never let me spank her. And I wanted to do it so much. I begged her to let me spank her whenever she acted up. But momma kept telling me that I couldn’t do it. That I was the one that had to watch over her, but couldn’t spank her at all. And let me tell you, if there was ever a girl who deserved a real spanking, it was cumslut. Such a bad girl, even during school she was a bad girl. I had to sit there and watch her get away with everything. I don’t think she’s [[ever been spanked in her life]].” \n\n

Binder was the asshole of the universe. It was a small port located on a remote moon. The only reason to go to Binder was to work as a miner in the numerous asteroids in the 10 light year radius from Binder. Two old planets had collided together eons ago and the resulting debris field of huge asteroids were rich in minerals to be mined. But it was the lowest of the low, without any real law other than ‘frontier-justice’, and the average life span of a space-miner was about ten years if he was lucky. Usually, either through failed space-suits, colliding asteroids, explosions, and general conduct of other miners, it was roughly around 3 years before someone died. Seeing how most of the space-miners were sentenced prisoners? Well, the male to female ratio was around 45-50 to one, making prostitution not only the most profitable business, but the one that would wear you out quicker than actual mining would. \n\nGoing to Binder would be highly risky, even if you didn’t get onto a crew who was trying to work as pirates. But it would bring you within 75 light years from the Freed States. In terms of the galactic travel it was just a stones throw away. But it was one hell of a throw, and it was just as likely that the stone would come crashing down on your head and kill you instead of landing where you wanted it to. The risks were extremely high, but the distance to travel was extremely low. You could make it into the States-held territory in a matter of weeks if you were lucky, and able to avoid getting killed in the process. \n\n“How much?” You ask her. \n\n“For a passport?” She replies. “20,000 Sterling. Toss in an extra 5 and I can get you a [[burner for self defense]].”

There really were no hard feelings about the whole thing. It was a warm goodbye and hopes that someday you would be able to see each other again. It wasn’t likely to happen, but it was nice to hear and even better to know that it was actually meant. You thanked the captain and the crew and accepted the rather surprising bonus for “earning your stripes” from whatever illegal cargo the captain had just transported and quickly found a new ship to sign onto. Having a good recommendation from your first captain went a long way to impress the captain that hired you. Apparently they knew each other, which meant they were probably part of the same smuggling operation. \n<<set $bj += 3>><<set $swal += 1>> <<set $face += 2>>\nYour new cabin reminded you of Kelly’s cabin and you got the feeling that you might have to be called on to “earn your stripes” again at some point. But at least this time there were three females on the crew, and the other two were still pretty young and good looking, which meant that it might be possible they would be picked first. If only your hiber-bed worked on the maximum setting instead of only working on the [[intermediate one it could]] be a fun trip. \n\n

------------\n<<pink>>“What’s up with Tracy?” <</pink>> A female voice asked as you slept. <<pink>>“Is she mentally defective?” <</pink>>\n\n“No.” You tell her. “She’s just been beaten down too much. She’s like an abuse dog at this point. The slightest sound will make her run for cover.” \n\n<<pink>>“God, I hope that I never end up like that.” <</pink>> She replies. <<pink>>“Promise that [[you will not let me end up like]] that.” <</pink>>\n--------------\n

-----------------\n<<pink>>“You fucking coward.” A mysterious voice haunted your time in the stasis pod. <</pink>> <<pink>>“You fucking piece of shit. I hope you die. I really do. I hope that they catch you and burn you for what you are doing. How dare you ruin my life just because you were too much of a piece of shit to [[die like a man]]?”<</pink>>\n----------------

Yet the captain apparently had completely different opinions about how to deal with the authorities. You had barely made it out of the current solar system, not yet making the fold to the next port when the captain ordered the ship to hold position and actually waited for the patrol ship from the military to dock with him. You felt for sure that you were trapped and that he was turning you over to them when he invited two of them on board. But he had other things in mind and you realized very quickly that there might be something worse than simply being turned over to the authorities or sucked out of an airlock in the vastness of space. \n\n“Are you sure that she’s up to it?” One of the military officers asks as he looks at you. \n\n“Well, not really.” The captain says. “But it’s either her or Kelly. Take your pick. At least you know that Kelly would enjoy it.” \n\nYou had only met Kelly as you were shown to your quarters and secured the small amount of belongings you had. She was at least 40, maybe even 45, and while she was good looking she wasn’t exactly a “knock out” by any means either. Although for a woman of her age and being part of a spaceship’s crew, she was in fairly good shape in general. Not quite as “endowed” in the breasts as you were, but still had a noticeable figure on her that clearly showed she was all-woman [[underneath her jumpsuit]]. \n\n

Your Overseer is Ernie, the man who you met in the bar on Binder and who tested you by having you kill “The Beast” in the bathroom. \n[img[z/Ernie.JPG]]\nHe strikes you as more of an accountant than anything else, but you know that he has a reputation for being ruthless both in business and in committing crimes. He is the one that oversees which ships are where, how many pirate ships are in use, as well as directly interacting with the captain while on Binder for any modifications or crew changes that need to take place. \n\nErnie knows you by sight and by name, but rarely interacts with you. When he does, there is no doubt to either one of you that he is your superior. \n\n<<back>>

“All hands prepare to repel boarders.” The captain’s voice calls out over the intercom system. “Repeat. All hands prepare to repel boarders.” \n\nYou quickly make your way to the one spot on the ship that you knew had weapons, the cargo bay. You knew that there was only one type of people who would try to board a ship while in space and that was pirates. Authorities would simply shoot your ship to disable your engines, or simply overtake you and fire shots across your bow to force you to stop. And the military? Oh they would simply open fire without warning if they felt justified in stopping a ship for any reason, and then board it in spacesuits after ward to search the wreckage. \n\nYou didn’t have much experience with the weapon that you were given, nor were you all that comfortable being on your own to watch over the hallway leading to the bridge. You were the “last line of defense” and if anyone popped their head through the door at the other end of the hallway you were supposed to keep pulling the trigger until there was nobody left standing. \n\nYour heart was beating loud enough in your ears to actually drown out the sounds of the firefight that was happening in other sections of the ship. You tried to rely on your previous experience on the range as well as your training as a spy to see you through the next few minutes, but it did you no good. Eve’s body was trembling with fear, making it almost impossible to hold the weapon and aim properly. Your breathing was short and shallow as well as trembling from fear and adrenalin. In short you were too much on edge to do anything but panic at the first person you saw and squeeze the [[trigger over and over]].

“Amanda” turned out to be a rather attractive lady who was probably 35 years old. For someone who clearly had a “reputation” she was not at all what you would have pictured from hearing what she did for a living. She quickly and quietly escorted you into what was clearly her office to talk in private without everyone hearing what was going on. You did notice that there was a bank of monitors behind her and it was obviously so that she could “keep an eye on her girls” at all time. For some strange reason knowing that a female was the one that was watching over them made the whole thing make a lot more sense than some guy doing the same thing. \n\n“Well, that’s one hell of a story.” She says when you finish explaining the situation you were facing. “But you know that I can’t just keep you here unless you are working. Maybe for a night I can give you a room. But for more than one night, and you will have to work for it.” \n\n“Well, I can work the bar or in the kitchen.” You say. “I don’t really need to uh, you know.” \n\n“Be a whore?” She asks you. “Honey, none of us here are ashamed of it. We all make a lot of money, as long as we follow the rules, and everyone is fully aware of what is going on. But no, I can’t have you working in the bar and the kitchen. Even the girls who do that are only working there because they are either on their periods or pregnant. Now, if you were pregnant, I could use your help keeping the [[schedule or in the kitchen]]. But you aren’t, so I can’t.”

“Time?” Dave suddenly asks. \n\n“Another two hours.” You tell him. “At least another two hours before I kick in the engines and bring us down. I don’t have any information on planet-side day or night yet, we are still too far out to get a visual confirmation.” \n\n“And if it is nighttime?” He counters. \n\n“No problem.” You answer as you chuckle. “Just ride the chems in and enjoy the cover of darkness.” \n\n“Are you sure about that?” He asks. “Wouldn’t it be better if you didn’t use the chemical engines to land the ship?” \n\n“Faster, yes.” You tell him, knowing that he was giving you a quick ’test’. “But bringing the main engines online would cause our power output to go through the roof. Anyone looking for strange energy readings would see us right away. Not to mention that we would be lit up like a neon billboard to anyone who happened to be sitting on the back porch having a cold beer.” \n\n“Well, just let me know when we get visual confirmation of the planet.” Dave says. “For now, just keep an eye on that moon until then.” \n\n“Hey, Cap?” Geoff asks as you watch him turn in his seat to look behind the two of you. “[[Any bets on this]] trip’s haul?”

And yet, you tried to struggle through it all and avoid distraction whenever possible. The only time that you were really ‘safe’ was when you were learning how to use firearms. When you had a gun in your hand nobody said anything, but then again, when they had a gun in their hand you didn’t say a word either. The slightest provocation could result in someone simply turning to look at you and pulling the trigger, ignoring the cost of slavery for just two seconds of sweet vengeance in the heat of the moment. \n\nBut you were “getting by”, or at least thought you were getting by. You were somehow able to at least hang in there and get “good enough” after you got used to all the humiliation and the harassment. If anything, the more you were harassed the more determined you were to make it through the course. You had to make it to the end of your training and get assigned to a ship; otherwise you were never going to make it home. \n\nYet, one night, you were awoken from sleep by your:\n[[Main instructor standing over your bed]].\n[[The person who harassed you]] the most.

“Okay you two, go take a show and go to bed.” Brad says. “How’s Alice doing?” \n\n“She’s in there right now sucking off the producer’s dick for that part. I don’t get it. Why not just set those two up to begin with?” Tim asks. \n\n“Because Hilda and Vicky will be on hand to make it a full blown orgy.” Brad points out as you start to head to the room. “I would have let her have a threesome with those two if they had been fully trained. But, well, you know how it is. One step at a time.” \n\n“True.” Tim says as he puts an arm around your and Tracy’s waist. “One step at a time. How about that cumslut? I bet you can’t wait until your first orgy with a movie star, can you?” \n\n“No, sir, I can’t wait.” You say, knowing better. \n\n“Hey, wetcunt? What do you say?” He asks as he turns to Tracy. “You ready to go to bed with your precious little puppy?” \n\n“Yes, sir.” Tracy says. “Please, sir. She must be so lonely by herself.” \n\n“Oh, I’m sure she’s fine.” Tim says as he starts to chuckle. “Brad gave her a nice thick bone to chew on.” \n\n“Thank you, master.” Tracy says before she gets to the door. “[[That was very generous of you]].”

The only person who you found any real comfort with was Tracy, the girl who you had helped you with disposing of the dead boy by the pool. You quickly learned that she was a timid person that had any will to resist either beaten out of her a while back, or that after being forced to watch her boyfriend being drowned and unable to stop it she simply didn’t have the will to resist anymore. After that dreadful day, she had been the “ideal slave” by being the most obedient, the quietest, and while the mistress might not have noticed it, you and a few other slaves did, Tracy was also the most frightened of making a mistake. \n[img[z/safe.JPG]]\nAnd yet she liked you more than anyone else because you had been the only one that had turned away to avoid looking at that scene at the pool. In her mind, you were a protector or at least someone who she could rely upon to help protect her if things were going bad for her. On more than one occasion you heard a slave talking about what a new owner would do to Tracy, simply to make her cry in fear and you had to be the one that comforted her, often berating the other slaves for picking on her. You would have thought that in a society of slaves that they would immediately support and help each other out. But you quickly learned that there was a strong underlying feeling of getting rid of the “weak ones”, [[even amongst slaves]]. \n\n

Once again the process started over again as you were repeatedly raped over and over during the next night. Again, you had no idea how many men passed through the door to take a turn with you. The only thing that gave you the slightest bit of comfort was the fact that they were “well-organized”, which simply meant that someone else was in charge and making a lot of money from keeping you in the room. \n[img[z/o.JPG]]\nFor the next several nights, again and again, you were raped repeatedly during the night. You couldn’t imagine at this point how many times you’ve had a cock inside of you, and despite your best efforts to simply breathe all you wanted to do at this point was die. Yet, the “lack of enthusiasm” on your part was really starting to show and the guys started to get rougher and rougher. You knew that you were slapped around simply to get you to “suck harder”, and you knew that your ass was spanked to cry [[out while being fucked]]. \n\n

“Oh, I had to do a mind graft.” You tell her. “I didn’t have much choice at the time and Eve was the only one who was old enough to take the graft while in stasis.” \n\n“A graft?” Kelly asks. “Why?” \n\n“The feds were after me.” You say as you take the last sweet out of the bag. “You know, me being a spy and all. They would have loved to have captured me. But I fooled them. I took over Eve’s body and have been hiding out for almost a year now and nobody knows about it. So, don’t say anything okay. It’s our little secret.” \n\nYou started to giggle, and then couldn’t understand why your head was so light. The room started to slowly spin and you felt the need to both drink and lay down at the same time. \n\n“Hey, you don’t mind if I just take a nap, do you?” You ask her.\n\n“No, go ahead.” Kelly says as she slowly stands up to give you room. “I’ll be back in about an hour or so.” \n\n“Okay.” You call out as you watch her [[walk out of the room and close]] the door. \n\n

“No, I get it.” You tell him. “I kind of figured some of it out already. I guess it is just one thing to think that you know the answers and something else to have them actually told to you.” \n\n“So, you are okay with it?” He asks you. “I mean, the possibilities that you might have to, well, put out.” \n\n“Well, not entirely.” You admit. “But, I at least understand it. I don’t really know. Maybe?” \n\n“Okay, tell you what. This next trip is a completely legit one.” He says. “I want you to really think about it over this next trip and let me know. If you can’t cut it, just see me in port and tell me in private. It will be better for everyone to jump ship in port of the next planet anyway. They are busier and have more traffic coming in and out. If you want, I’ll even put in a good word for you and have you signed onto a completely legitimate ship. But, Eve, I have to warn you. Even on the completely legal ones, there will be crewmembers that will be more than happy to take [[advantage of you simply because of how]] young you are.” \n\n

It is a sad thing to admit, but human stupidity has not improved simply because the technology had. While most places did treat the races and sexes as equals, that wasn’t true with every planet. Not when you take into account the fact that original ‘colonization’ of a planet is strictly controlled both for population and for “compatibility” with the other colonists. As crazy as it sounds, given the fact that you could easily move to another planet entirely, provided of course you could purchase a ticket, there were still planets that were somewhat “racially pure”. Or at least as ‘pure’ as you could get when you take into account the number of families that had been racially mixed before humans were able to leave their home planet. \n<<set $fuk += 1>><<set $face += 1>>\nSo while it wasn’t a common thing, it wasn’t really a shocking thing, at least not considering the amount of alcohol that had been poured around the two tables and the fact that you were looking at a crew that was clearly based on one of those ‘pure’ planets, that someone was bound to say something that was racially motivated. Of course, maybe it was a good thing that he had actually said it, because almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth, what had been seen as ‘friendly teasing’ around the other tables at the bar was now seen as ‘none of our business’, and the fool who was making comments was loosing support the more he talked. \n<<set $man -= 3>><<set $woman += 3>>\nBut that didn’t stop him, and it sure as hell didn’t stop you from getting upset about it. After all the beers and drugs you’ve had in your system, well when you got “started” it was going to be hard for you to stop yourself. It could have been simple annoyance, or maybe it had been the fact that you and Geoff had been working so close together the last few weeks as you headed out from the port and back. But no matter what sort of personal feelings you might have had towards Geoff as a person, you based those feelings on what it was like to work with him, [[not on the color of his skin]].

When he sees your eyes are open he sits on your bed and starts to make a few marks on the wrist-comp that he kept on him at all times. You knew that he was using the computer to pull up your file and at the moment your hand was slowly moving towards the knife under your pillow as he was too busy to notice you as he worked on his computer. But he clearly wasn’t focused on his computer as he didn’t turn to you but only spoke. \n\n“You touch that knife and you’ll never see the sun.” He says as he keeps noting something on his computer. But after a few more seconds he finally lowers his wrist and looks at you. \n\n“Well, you are a bitter disappointment.” He informs you. “I’m going to be honest, I was kind of hoping that you would pass, but it doesn’t look like you will be. I’m sorry, Eve, I really am. But I have to sell you into slavery.” \n\n“What?” You ask as you sit up in bed, completely overwhelmed with fear from what he said. \n\n“Look, you are a sweet kid, you really are.” He says. “But let’s both be honest with each other. You were never cut out to be a slaver. You know it and I know it. But you put me in a difficult position here. By law, I’m supposed to let your classmates gang-rape you for the night and ship you off. But you are too sweet for something like that. If that happened to you at this point? Well, I’m afraid that it would shatter your psyche and you would be nothing but a mindless sack of meat. You’ll be sold off to medical research before [[you even know what you]] are doing.”

-------------------------\n<<pink>>“So?”<</pink>> A female voice chides in your sleep. <<pink>>“Who are we going to fuck around with this time?” <</pink>> \n\n“Uh? Nobody.” You tell her. \n\n<<pink>>“Oh, come on James.” <</pink>> The voice replies.<<pink>> “I know how much you enjoyed it when Joe fucked me. How about the supply officer? He looks cute as hell. And I bet that he would love to play with my tits when he comes on your face.” <</pink>> \n\n“What?” You ask in surprise.\n\n<<pink>>“Oh please.” <</pink>> The voice says. <<pink>>“I’m tired of hiding in your shadow all the time. It’s time for [[Eve to have some fun]] too.” <</pink>> \n-----------------\n

But just as quickly as Rick had slipped your panties out of the way and taken advantage of his position on top of you, it was over. He pulled his cock out of you and got to his feet to peak around the doorframe. You never heard the “all clear” that Rick had heard because your earpiece had been knocked out when Rick covered you the way he did. \n<<set $vagres = "pain">> <<set $uare = "not a virgin">>\nYet you followed him to regroup with the others caught up in three different thoughts at once. The first was one that you didn’t want to think about. How many of the bodies in the hallway were your kills and how many weren’t. You counted at least 15 dead and another four or five wounded as you followed Rick to the bridge. The second thought was what would have happened if your crew-members hadn’t shown up when they did. \n<<set $impress = "reliable">> <<set $trust = "are starting to">>\nThe third thought, however, was the one that you had the hardest time trying to figure out. Where you still a virgin now? Rick had clearly inserted his hard cock into your vagina, surprisingly easily at that. Yet, he didn’t really “fuck” you. Not in the traditional sense of moving his hips and sliding his cock in and out of you. He had simply slipped his cock into place and kept it there as he kissed you. Was it simply a sign of affection that he had done such a thing? Or was he just like you and swept up in the moment of things and overwhelmed with feelings due to the fire-fight, then suddenly fully aware of what he was doing and [[stopped before it went]] any further?

You finally make it to the bridge and see the look on the captain’s face. You know right away that something is horribly wrong. You had known him as someone who was younger than you thought he would be as well as having a “friendly nature” about him. But at the moment, he seemed to be a lot older than he really was and the look of utter defeat was not helping his looks. \n\n“Uh, look.” He says when he sees you. “I know this is a huge thing to just drop on your shoulders. But I need you to take over the engine room from here on out.” \n\n“Why?” You ask him. “What about Dave?” \n\nYou could tell from the look that he gave you that Dave didn’t survive the boarding action. It shocked you to think about the man being dead. He had been such a quiet man who you thought of more as a teacher than a pirate. But it drove home the fact that you were in a dangerous profession. You knew that it was possible to be killed while stopping a ship in space, but had not really thought about that risk until now. Being informed of Dave’s [[passing was simply too]] much to take. \n\n

“How bad is it?” You ask her. “I can’t feel my leg or arm on my left side.” \n\n“I know, dear.” Becky says. “I have you on neural blockers for now as the regen-units work on you. Your arm and leg got broken, but the bones should set in another hour or two. You might have to keep a short-term cast on them as you recover, but you should be up and about in another six or seven hours. Your left eardrum was busted, but that was easy to fix. Oh, and you have a concussion, so I’m going to keep you here for the night under observation, so let me know if you feel nausea or confused or start to find the lights are too bright, shit like that. But for the most part, you are pretty well off. A few days off your feet will help, so I’m going to order that you use the maximum setting on your hiber-bed for the next few weeks.” \n\n“But, I’m okay?” You ask her. \n\n“You will be, I promise.” She says. “Just banged up a bit, that’s all. It’s going to take a few days, but you should be up and on your feet in no time. You just [[relax and let me take]] care of you, okay?” \n\n

This allowed you to move around the ship and get to learn a bit more about your crew, seeing how you were going to have to go on a raiding party with them as soon as you landed. You needed to know who was who and who was going to be reliable once on the ground. It wasn’t the best way to get to know people, knowing that you were going to turn them over as soon as you could get away with it. But you had to do it in order to be able to count on them to keep you alive. \n\nThe trip wasn’t a long one, and you were extremely nervous to be informed that you were back in Orion held space. The danger increased each hour you were in space and the sooner you were able to land and get out of the area the better. Your time on the ship was productive, if only to be able to tell who to hang around on the ground, but you were not at all comfortable walking around the ship with just a small knife strapped to your leg, knowing that guns were stored away in a locker and only opened during raids and to protect the ship. \n\nBut it didn’t matter. After spending the last few days in your hiber-bed in your chambers you were rested, but also antsy as you sat in the pilot seat and drifted un-powered into the system. It was an old trick, but thanks to the vastness of space a perfectly reliable one. Even though you could be picked up on radar from various locations, drifting through space appearing as if you were going to miss colliding with any planet or moon, nobody would bother you. There were never enough patrol ships in a single system to go out and investigate every single blip on the radar screens. Especially if the blip was going to miss hitting anything and wasn’t sending out any kind of electronic signals to detect. As far as radar was concerned, you were just another [[huge rock floating]] in space.

You knew that this sort of thing was bound to happen sooner or later. You were still struggling with how to cope as a female in general, let alone how to tell the difference between just friendly gesture and a blatant overture. It was easy to deal with from other males. There was no hidden agenda involved. If you ever doubted what a man was really thinking when you were confused, all you had to do was watch his eyes. If he was paying more attention to your breasts, then it was clear that he was thinking about your body. If he was looking you in the eyes, then it was clear that he was thinking about you as a person. \n\nYes, it sounds stupid to place every man that you have run into since being turned into a female into those two broad-brushed groups. But so far it had been the truth, or at least it had been true enough to prevent you from making any serious social mistakes like the one you had made with Kelly. And while you were sure that with more experience under your belt you would be able to make a better judgment about men in general? Well, being limited to just a handful on the ship at the moment did prevent you from being able to really work on all the true in and outs of social interaction. \n\nBut the mistake you made with how to deal with Kelly’s attempt to just be friendly had really bothered you to the point of tearing yourself up about it. You felt bad, not so much because of what had physically happened between the two of you, but because there was now a sense of mistrust that was there. You couldn’t really work together on the ship as a crew unless you ironed this sort of thing out, and while you were the one that had the least amount of time, both as a woman and as a crewmember, you knew that it was up to you to try to make [[things right between the two]] of you.

It bothered you that the lights started to dim and then go out. Not because of anything on your control panels, but because of the lack of anything on your control panels. Everything looked perfectly normal, from left to right; every indicator was still in the green, showing that nothing was wrong. But if nothing was wrong, why were the lights starting to go out? \n[img[z/zaz.JPG]]\n“What the fuck is going on?” You heard the captain’s voice over the intercom. \n\n“I don’t know.” You tell him. “Everything on the control panel is a go. I can’t find the problem.” \n\n“Eve?” The captain calls back. “Get the fuck out of there you stupid bitch. Where’s the engineer?” \n\n“He’s down by the reactor checking the connections to the control panel manually.” You tell him. “He’s [[kind of busy right now]].” \n\n

----------------------\n<<pink>>“Good god, Scott knows how to fuck.” <</pink>> Eve finally says after days of being silent. \n<<set $man -= 10>> <<set $woman += 10>>\n“Where the fuck have you been?” You ask her, shocked that you had missed her so much over the last few weeks.\n\n<<pink>>“Me? Oh, I’ve been enjoying the ride and watching you fumble about as you tried to flirt with Scott and Cindy. Hell, who do you think told you to turn around and look at that transport?” <</pink>>\n\n“That was you?” You ask her. \n\n<<pink>>“It sure as hell wasn’t Cindy.” <</pink>>Eve replies. <<pink>>“Speaking of which, I [[should get the bonus]] for taking care of those soldiers.” <</pink>>\n-----------------\n

“All hands, prepare for boarding.” The captain’s voice came over the intercom. \n\nThere was one aspect of being a pirate ship that you did hate. There was no warning at all when you would actually be called into action. Or at least there was no warning while you were in the engine room. Maybe the people on the bridge had a better idea, and maybe in the cargo bay there was word about making space for stuff. But in the engine room? Well, your job was to keep the reactors going at peak output at all times. So whenever the ship needed the power for folding space or for weapons, you never saw a difference in your gauges. It was simply sit there, keeping the reactors going and then putting them on standby and getting ready to board another ship. \n\nBut you loved your assigned position and boarding partner. Or rather, more accurately you loved the assigned position and enjoyed being with Rick. You didn’t really “love him” as much as trusted him and knew how the two of you worked as a team. After your first raid, there was no doubt that the two of you meshed together and that you were able to work together without getting in each other’s way. Some crewmembers had been shifted around after your first raid, but you and [[Rick were seen as being a]] “solid pair”. \n\n

“True.” You admit. “But it is one of the best paying ones available to someone who isn’t trained as a soldier. It at least beats working as a pirate or a spy.” \n\nYou notice her eyebrows slightly rise at your last comment and you suddenly worried that you might have gone a little too far. But if anything, it was that last statement that probably got you through customs. The knowledge that you didn’t want to be a pirate or a spy was the only item she actually took note of and pressed a few buttons on the small palm-computer she had brought into the room with her. \n\nYet just because you had “successfully” crossed the border, that didn’t meant that you were free to move about on your own. You were fully aware of the female officer standing next to you when you claimed your bags from customs, as well as her standing next to you when you stepped into the taxi, and you also noticed two other officers standing on the corner when your taxi stopped waiting for you. The male and female officers, who were clearly waiting on you, then escorted you to the front desk of the rather small and shockingly bland looking building. You would have thought that the guild that was in charge of slave transactions and training successful raiding parties would have been huge, filled with a lot of rooms to sell off slaves and to train a lot of recruits. But it wasn’t. It actually reminded you more of an oversized cargo hold than a “guild”. \n\nIt wasn’t until you were officially “registered” within the guild that the officers finally left your side. But only after they had confiscated your passport, your medical records and any cash you might have had on you at the time. It was obviously clear that as far as the “law” was concerned you were no longer a person and either bound to be involved in the slave trade under an assumed name and false identity, if you passed. Or you would end up being sold off into slavery if you failed to meet the requirements of the guild. But at least you were where you were supposed to be, and it was up to your own skills and determination [[to see you through the classes]].

---------------------\n<<pink>>“Concubine?” <</pink>>The female voice asks as you sleep that night. <<pink>>“What’s a concubine?” <</pink>>\n\n“It’s an old fancy word for whore.” You tell her. “Only a whore gets paid, a concubine doesn’t.” \n\n<<pink>>“Oh.” <</pink>>The voice replies. <<pink>>“Uh, so that means….?” <</pink>>\n\n“Yep.” You reply. “In order to survive and avoid having to fight in that arena we saw, it’s going to take us fucking and sucking.” \n\n<<pink>>“Oh.” <</pink>>The voice replies. <<pink>>“You think you will be okay with that? I mean, I can do it if I have to survive.” <</pink>>\n\n“I don’t know.” You admit to her. “[[I never thought about it before]].” \n-------------------------\n

<<pink>> Easy, honey. Let me take over. <</pink>>\n<<set $man = 75>> <<set $woman = 25>>\nYou felt yourself no longer feeling any pain at all. You only felt Hank’s thick cock as it slid in and out of you. The slight ring where the head of his cock and firm shaft met moved inside of you with such speed and force that you found yourself focusing on that odd sensation and nothing else. You could feel that small ridge moving along your vaginal walls, and every now and then it would find a spot inside of you that was more responsive to the feeling than anywhere else. \n<<set $impress = "young with a thrill for life">>\nYour moans had shifted from slightly painful to joyful. You found your breathing catching in your throat as you tried to cry out in pleasure and take sharp breaths just to be able to breathe at all. You fold your knees a bit more, and the instant change in sensation was intense. Now that he had a more direct angle of entry into your vagina, his speed and force was no longer an issue. It only mattered where the tip of his cock [[was and how it felt inside of]] you. \n\n

There was a short silence as the three guys looked at each other; hoping one of them did have a hotel room. But it was clearly obvious that they didn’t have a reason to bother with a hotel, at least not until now. And yet, as soon as it was clear that if there was a hotel room to use, the chances of something happening would increase? Well, it didn’t take long before the one who had his arm around your shoulder volunteered to pay for one as long as the other two guys were willing to split the cost of the room. An offer that was met with resounding assurances that they would be more than happy to split the cost. \n\nSo you found yourself in the backseat of a cab, going to a hotel that was overpriced because of how close to the spaceport it was, and trying to pretend that you didn’t mind the fact that the guy you just met about an hour ago was kissing you and running his hand along your thigh. And once you got to the hotel room itself, you weren’t able to say anything at all as Lucy grabbed you by the hand and virtually dragged you into the bathroom with her and Becky as soon as the hotel room door was closed. \n\n“Okay, Eve.” Lucy says. “It’s time to party. You got any protection?” \n\n“What?” You ask her. \n\n“You know, condoms?” Becky says. “I got a [[few in my purse if you need one]].” \n\n

The vehicle that was supposed to take the crew and captured slaves back to the ship was there one second, the next it was nothing but a huge fireball in the night. You were on the ground without the slightest clue to what happened; only scrambling frantically to get your hands on a weapon, any weapon to try to protect yourself. There was no need to even bother calling for a medic to check your ears and the steady ringing you heard, the medic had been waiting in the vehicle when it had blown up. \n\nYou saw movement coming from your right and you instinctively turned to it, not bothering to see which weapon was in your hand and started to pull the trigger. You saw the shots going wide of the soldier’s head, but it was enough to get him to dive for cover until you could switch weapons. You scrambled onto your feet and quickly headed into the small clump of houses, not for safety, but simply to avoid being caught out in the open. \n\nYou were firing wildly at the slightest movement. You counted at least six soldiers scattered in the darkness on the other side of the burning wreckage of the ship’s vehicle, and another four or five judging by the shots that were coming your direction. The advantage of using plasma-based weapons was that you had a very deadly weapon that could burn through most personal armor and bodies with ease. The drawback to using plasma-based weapons, each and every shot was a tracer that told the person you were [[shooting at just where you were]]. \n\n

And that was exactly when you knew that Eve had been right all along about how much you compared a man’s erection to your own size, or in this case Joe’s size. As soon as you felt the thickness and length sliding inside of your asshole, you knew exactly how much thicker and longer his dick was than Joe’s. You could tell not only by the way you felt as far as your anus being stretched, but by how much deeper inside of you he felt. It was impossible for you not to think about as he started to gain a steady pace and use of force.\n[img[z/43.gif]]\nIt wouldn’t have been too bad if it wasn’t for the fact that due to the way that the set was arranged, you could easily watch as Joe was getting fucked the exact same way by his partner at the same time. In an odd ‘mental flip’ you no longer thought of yourself as Eve, or even your old self as James, but as Joe himself. Watching him smile at the feeling of the cock in his asshole, the way that he moaned and encouraged his partner to be a little harder and faster. Almost everything that Joe did or said, you did the same thing, [[trying your best to keep up with him]]. \n\n

“Yes, sir.” You say as you turn to look at Hilda sitting on the bed. \n\n“It’s okay.” Hilda whispers as you put the ropes next to her. “It’s okay, just get it over with. Remember?” \n\nYou couldn’t bring yourself to look at her, but you nodded your head in acknowledgement to what she said. You didn’t like this sort of thing, not even as a man. Oh sure, you could easily be a bit aroused and a little ‘rougher’ than you needed to be. But all men could be aroused and a little rough from time to time. But being rough was not the same thing as tying someone up and being into bondage. A quick sorry, a slight shift in weight or a little bit of cuddling and joking about being too rough afterward could go along way to soothe upset feelings. But bondage? Well, there was nothing that needed to be said or done to apologize about it, and it was meant to hurt and humiliate on purpose, not accident. \n\nBut you did what you were told, knowing that Jason was standing right next to you to supervise the way you tied her up. He made the final adjustments, clearly tightening the ropes a lot more than you had been willing to do judging by the lack of movement Hilda was able to do and the way she flinched in pain. You had been trying to ‘take it easy’ and had tied her up but left her some room to move and try to get comfortable. Jason on the other hand had clearly secured her in place, and looking at Hilda on her back as her [[arms and legs were stretched out so]] far didn’t help you feel any better about the situation.

The sirens and warning lights were going crazy in the bridge of the ship as it traveled through space. You knew you should have taken a faster vessel rather than just taking the first one you could find going your way. Folding space made trips from one star system to another in a matter of weeks instead of years, but common commercial vehicles did not have the speed or maneuverability of the basic military vehicle. And at the moment, you had three military vehicles on your tail closing the distance rather quickly. \n\n“Captain?” You ask, having to yell over the warning sirens. \n\n“I don’t know.” He yells back, clearly pissed off. “I can’t hold them off for much longer. They already took one warning shot; the next is going to get a fuck load closer.” \n\n“Okay, then stop.” You tell him. “There’s no need to get everyone killed.” \n\n“Yeah, easy for you to say.” He replies. “They find you on this tub and they will kill both of us. I would rather make a blind jump than stop.” \n\n“A blind jump? Are you fucking crazy?” You ask. \n\nEven as desperate as you were to avoid capture you wouldn’t risk a blind jump in this ship. Not only did you run the risk of ending up in the middle of a planet, but you could have easily ripped the ship apart if you weren’t properly lined up for the jump in the first place. Most companies loved to promote just how safe it was to travel from one star to the next in their ships, but you knew that space was a deadly place no matter how many safety features where installed in a ship. And one of the most deadly things for a ship to deal with was folding space at an angle. Your ass could end up seven solar days from your nose, spreading your cargo, bodies and ship over billions of square miles. No, a blind jump wasn’t just crazy, it was [[pure suicide]].

“For now.” You say. \n\nYou watch as she steps out of the storeroom and you hear the door being locked from the outside. You were nervous that you were trapped with nowhere to go for about an hour when you heard the door being unlocked. You expected “B” to open the door, but it was Chuck who smiled as he saw your nude body and tossed you a big box, then a small bag. \n\n“Here’s your jumpsuit, and your meal.” He says. “You’ll be set in about another hour or two. So, get dressed, eat quick and count the money. B is going to want it in hand before you leave this room.”\n\nYou quickly get dressed, count out the money from your stack, knowing that you were giving away the majority of what you had with you and tossed the bag into the nuker in the office. You hated quickie-burgers because they always ended up being greasy and upsetting your stomach. But this particular quickie-burger tasted wonderful and you couldn’t help but think that your body had grown up on the things as a comfort food more than anything else. You were more used to cooked meals that were carefully prepared by trained professionals and not something that you nuked for a minute to eat. But it was food and it would last you for a while. \n\nThree hours later you boarded the second spaceship in as many days and entered another stasis pod as you prepared for the trip into the People’s Republic. You knew that the border crossing was going to be tricky but there was nothing you could do about it. If you were captured your stasis pod would simply be turned off. You were either going to wake up in Republic space, or end up [[never waking up at all]].

But there was still a “male” part of your thinking that made it impossible to simply ignore a girl deep throating a hard cock. It still got you aroused to watch a girl put some serious work into sucking cock, and while you liked Kelly, there was no denying the fact that she was one hell of a serious cock-sucker when she was in action. You were simply enjoying your own private show when she pulled off of his cock and guided your head back to his crotch. \n\nAgain, it was a series of short motions and gags, being pulled back long enough to get your breathing under control again as you watched her going all the way down. You knew, somewhere deep inside, that you should tell Kelly to stop and not make you do it again and yet when she guided your head back to his cock your mouth was opened before you got to him. You stopped, completely stunned to fell your nose against his pubic hairs and Kelly pulls your head back from him and gives you another passionate kiss only this time with her hand in your crotch. How and when your jumpsuit had been opened you don’t know, but you felt her finger against your clit and let out a sharp cry of surprise. \n\nAnd when she actually slipped a finger inside of you, your legs slammed shut, trapping her hand against you. But it was impossible to ignore the intrusion at this point and you tried to push her hand away from your crotch. Kelly knew how to read your signals at this point and pulled her hand away, but in one swift motion she had you on your back as she mounted you and continue to kiss your lips as her [[nipples pressed against your own]].

You tried, or at least you told yourself that you were willing to try, but you simply couldn’t do it. As soon as he said that he was cumming you had reached your limits and couldn’t take it anymore. You tried to pull your lips off of his cock, but your timing was off because you didn’t have the experience to pick up on the signals in time to avoid tasting the cum that gushed into your mouth as you tried to get him off.\n[img[z/a.gif]]\nYou felt the thick creamy liquid spilling out of your mouth and you were shocked that you were still stroking his cock towards your mouth even as you tried your best to avoid the taste of semen on your tongue. You felt your stomach churning at just the small amount that you accidentally swallowed and you knew that if you had gotten the full load of his cum in your mouth you would have been too sick to do anything other than throw up [[and try to spit it]] out. \n\n

You tried desperately not to think about it at all, but you couldn’t. The fact that you were losing your virginity, or rather you were losing your virginity with this body, was something that you couldn’t stop thinking about from a man’s perspective. You had been the one that took the virginity of five girls in your life, the first of which you were a virgin yourself and that was so long ago you could hardly remember it. But the others? You could remember the others quite fondly. \n\nYou quickly thought back to each of the virgins who you had slept with and you used to see them all with a sense of pride. It was like you were the first man to discover land on the moon, or successfully fold space. It was something that nobody else had done up until that point and you remembered just how tight they were, even to the point of wondering if your new body’s vagina felt as tight around the captain’s cock as the other girls used to feel around your own. \n<<set $expect = "acting like a whore">>\nYet, while you had at least actually cared for each of the girls, taking time to actually know them and have a serious relationship with each of them, the captain was not that type of guy. It was your second time being able to be alone with him, and he was already driving his cock inside of you. You were actually thankful for the pain because it numbed the sensation of his cock inside of you at the moment. Yet, the pain also made it impossible for you to ignore the fact that [[his cock was stretching]] your vagina.

You feel his cock tense for just a moment then being shoved into your mouth all the way. You feel him pulsate in your mouth and the overwhelming taste of hot semen against your tongue makes you sick to your stomach. You push against him, you try to close your throat to avoid swallowing any of his nasty tasting cum and you try desperately to avoid thinking of the fact that another man had just flooded your mouth with his semen. \n[img[z/h.JPG]]\nHe finally lets go of your head and you instantly pull away from him and you spit whatever was in your mouth onto the floor. You see the thick creamy whiteness of his cum mixed with your spit and your stomach can’t take it anymore. You end up hurling all over yourself and the floor in disgust at the knowledge that you actually swallowed some of his cum [[just through sheer chance]].

Living as a slave was no way to live. You honestly felt that way about the whole subject. Look, it was one thing to hire a maid or a cook. At least then you were actually conducting a business transaction and paying someone to provide services. Their competency level was rewarded by the amount of money that you were willing to pay them. And while you might not like what they cooked or how they cleaned, you simply ended the business arrangement and both parties went their separate ways never to be bothered again. \n\nBut a slave? It didn’t make the slightest bit of difference if you were “good” at your job or not. There was no pride in what you did, there was no honor in how you made a living, and there was no respect you got amongst your peers for a job well done. You simply did what you were told, how you were told to do it. Sure, you might fuck up on the task you were given because your so called “master” hadn’t provided you enough information or freedom to do it right. But that was not your fault, that was their fault. You would gladly go back and do something a second time if it wasn’t right the first time if the [[job required you to fix something]]. \n\n

You slowly and timidly started to get undressed when he stood up. You only had a shirt and shorts on, but you had a pair of bra and panties under them. You were surprised at how quickly you were able to take them off, even though you were suddenly overwhelmed with a fear that you couldn’t understand. \n<<set $man -= 5>> <<set $woman += 5>> \nIt wasn’t until your instructor climbed into the bed with you and got between your legs that you realized what you were so terrified. You had never had sex as a female before, and while you might have been willing to take advantage of that fact one weekend for pure fun, it was completely different when you were actually trapped inside that body for who knows how long. You suddenly grew tense and you couldn’t stop your muscles from stiffening up, preventing him from being able to get between your thighs. \n<<set $pilot = "basic training">> <<set $medic = "basic training">>\nYou knew that you were not going to enjoy this and you hoped that it wasn’t going to be as horrible as you thought it was going to be. You tried to focus your mind on what your plans will be as a slave and what you could do to get away from your master in the future and stopped thinking about the man between your legs. Or at least you tried to stop thinking about him until you felt his hand slide along your bare vagina and he expertly [[flicked his fingertip across your]] new body’s clit.

You don’t know how much the relief on your face showed as you got closer to the strange male and heard him say “hey sis”. The small little “heads up” that he gave you made interacting with him a lot easier and quicker to deal with. You quickly leaned over and gave him a quick but noticeable kiss on the cheek and smiled at him. \n\n“Give a girl a hand.” You say as you shove your heaver bag into his hands. “What kind of brother are you, making me do all the heavy lifting?” \n\nFamily life in the Orion Confederacy was a strange thing. There were some customs that were unavoidable, such as the public display of affection from a female to a male, but at the same time the males in the family were supposed to be willing to display their “manly attributes” but lifting heavy things, doing the “hard work” and by “showing the way” when they were in public. This meant for you, at least as a young female, that you could use all of that to your advantage and make him carry the heavy stuff and lead the way to the vehicle without feeling confused or bad about it. In fact it was expected of him to do it. \n\nThe conversation was a bit strange as he asked you about places and people you didn’t know. But a quick “about the same” or “not much has changed” seemed to be enough to keep him happy as he drove you to his apartment. You wished that he had dropped you off at a hotel instead, but his apartment would do nicely as it was in a slightly “bad” neighborhood, which meant that it would not take long to find [[the connections you needed to]] find.

The supply officer wasn’t too bad. Or at least he was a nice and young lieutenant instead of an older officer. But he was a bit too timid to ask for you to really “work on him” as he accepted your offer to suck his cock if he would simply overlook the mislabeled crate of farming equipment. The guy was willing to make an exception in your case. \n[img[z/w.gif]]\nGranted, even though it was your second blowjob under two hours, you still weren’t all that good at it. And when his cum flooded into your mouth without the slightest warning, it was simply too much for you [[to take at one time]]. \n\n

The one hand on your face was gentle and loving as she gently stroked your cheek with her thumb as if to thank you. Only to be completely caught off guard as the other side of your face stung again and again by the five rather sharp and vindictive slaps she gave you. Slaps that were made worse by the fact that your lips, chin and cheeks were smeared with her juices that gave each slap a sickening wet sound to the slaps. \n\n“The next time I tell you to fucking stop, you stop.” Penny says. “You hear me, cumslut. Just because you know how to eat pussy like a lesbian in heat doesn’t mean you ignore me. You fucking cunt! I should beat the shit out of you for not listening to me when I told you to stop.” \n\n“Smack her again!” Dave suddenly cries out from behind you. \n\nYou had completely forgotten that he had been in the room watching the two of you. And while he had remained silent while you were going down on her, he clearly wasn’t going to be silent as Penny slapped you for not listening to her. What made it worse was the fact that when you turned around to look at him, he was stroking his dick and clearly enjoying the whole show.\n\n“You close?” Penny asks. \n\n“I will be in a moment.” He chuckles. \n\n“Good.” She says. “Now open up cunt. It’s time for you to learn a lesson about listening to people. Dave, [[dump that load into her mouth]].”

“Nah, he’s clean.” The second voice says. “You can’t graft to someone that young without spending more time to do it. Okay, get them ready. This shouldn’t take long.” \n\nWith help the six or seven males that were pulled out of the pods were dragged or helped into the other room. You noticed that your original body was one of the bodies that had to be dragged. You know that you had been caught. At this point they were going to transfer you to their ship and simply place you all under hypnosis until they found you and then graft your conscience back into your original body. But you had been trained for this sort of thing and started to go over the mental process you needed to do in order to bury yourself deep enough to avoid detection. \n\n“Okay, that’s it, right?” The second guy asks again. \n\n“Yes sir.” The first says. “That’s all of them.” \n\n“Good, this shouldn’t take long.” The second guy says and heads towards the door. \n\n“[[Charges set and ready]].” The first guy says. \n\n

------------------------------------\n<<pink>> “Oh, for fuck sake.” <</pink>> You hear Eve’s voice say.\n-----------------------------------\n[img[z/7.JPG]]\nYou tried to stop yourself; you really did try to prevent it from happening. But your arm reached over and slapped the button to open the cargo bay door as if it was drawn to it by a strong magnet. You didn’t even feel the impact of your hand on the button until after the alarms sounded and the red light started to flash. By the time that you actually told your head to look at where your hand was, [[the door was already opening up]]. \n\n

<<set $age += 24>>\nTom Sheppard, <<print $age>> year old male.\n[img[z/Shorty.JPG]]\nTom Sheppard is a well dressed man while in port, often wearing suits to impress females. He is a well trained doctor who has a serious gambling problem. A problem that resulted in him putting his own private practice into serious debt; forcing him to close down. Because of owing such a huge amount of money in losses to Carter, he started to work as an unlicensed doctor taking care of prostitutes, gunshots and other wounds before being assigned to a pirate ship due to sleeping with too many prostitute patients. \n\nOnboard the Ship: Tom is surprisingly friendly and helpful. He clearly knows his lot in life and has embraced it. He enjoys fooling around whenever possible, the constant games of dice or cards to pass the time, as well as any sort of contest or “bet” of any sort. You can often hear his remarks of “I bet this is the one….” just before boarding a ship. \n\nWhen boarding a ship: Tom is a highly skilled shot with any sort of weapon. His medical training clearly outshines his accuracy with all the weapons he uses, even his knife if he needs to use it. While not the best shot in general, he knows the best places to either kill or incapacitate. He is the “Hanger”, or the person who hangs back, with Irene in case someone is hurt. \n\nHe earned his nickname for always being “short” of paying off his debts. It evolved from “Short” to “Shorty” over time. \n\n<<back>>

Once again you had to ask yourself if it was possible to be considered “lucky” when you were a slave. Again, you found yourself thinking that it might be possible after all. Not because of how you were being treated as an equal or that you were suddenly given your freedom and allowed to do whatever you wanted to do. No, you still had to follow your own “training program” that bothered you. But it was the other aspects that happened in very quick order that made you feel a little more comfortable about your situation. \n\nThe first thing that happened was that word came down from “on high” as Penny called it whenever Brad gave a direct order, that you and Tracy were not to be allowed to have sexual contact with a male for the next three months. Something that caused you and Tracy a whole lot of relief, although did cause the other concubines to be somewhat annoyed at you. But that annoyance was quickly canceled by a few factors that prevented anyone from being resentful or starting a conflict. \n\nThe second thing that happened, which was actually the best thing as far as you were concerned, was that Brad and Tim both had to leave the planet for the next few months. The fact that the “master” and his second in command were off planet gave all of the concubines a bit of a small vacation. And without the master around, the other concubines were able to avoid being forced to have sex as well. Oh, they still had to keep up with their training and daily requirements, but without the constant fear of being called every morning to provide sexual satisfaction, the mood lightened up. And without the master around, the order for you not to have sex with a male sort of took [[a backseat to everything else that was]] going on.

Yet to be slapped across the face several times as someone was yelling at you for serving on the right and not the “proper way” by serving on the left? Or being tied to the post and hit with a whip because you didn’t fold the towels “just right”? Or actually being kicked in the stomach for not being “quick enough” with putting away the laundry? Well, there were limits to that sort of thing and you had already reached your limits the day that you had to stand there and watch a poor boy being drowned because of cutting the wrong hedge at the wrong time. \n[img[z/zaq.JPG]]\nNo, living as a slave was not going to do it for you. Yet, it wasn’t like you could actually get any kind of support from anyone either. Nobody took pity on you; the other slaves completely turned a blind-eye to what was going on. Every time that you got punished for something, you could see the look in the other slaves’ eyes as they were thankful that you were the one being punished and not them. The complete and utter defeat on their faces every day was [[a constant struggle to put]] up with. \n\n

It wasn’t exactly the most comfortable sleep for you. Not because Geoff slightly snored and bothered you, but because it was a strange bed in a strange place. Despite not really being all that fond of using hiber-beds all the time, you had to admit that you never had a problem falling asleep in one. Then again, if the bed registered your heart rate as being ‘too high’ to be asleep in, it tended to release a drug into your system that would knock you out long enough to fall asleep on your own. But no the hotel bed. Hearing the occasional ship landing or taking off, the noise from the street below you, and the general hum of the air conditioning unit? Well, it just took a few minutes longer than you were used to in order to finally fall asleep. \n\nOf course this was made that much more worse by the fact that you were still slightly drunk after your shower. You felt better; at least you no longer felt the effects of the drugs in your system anymore. But you had to spend the night with a foot on the floor, an old trick you had learned a very long time ago, to stop the room from spinning long enough for you to finally fall asleep without feeling like you were going to be rotated off of the bed. You woke up the next [[morning with a horrible hangover]] and let Geoff sleep as you went out for some breakfast.

And despite what you wanted to say about what had happened, there was something interesting about the way that Larry paid attention to you that made you feel different about yourself. It wasn’t so much a true sexual attraction that you felt towards him, but there was a strong underlying sexual curiosity about him that you found fun to talk about with Kelly to pass the time between assignments. She never blatantly admitted it to you, but you got the feeling that if things were a bit more stable as far as their career paths, the two of them would have been an official couple instead of an occasional “friend”. \n\nThe truth was, for at least four weeks you felt more like a crewmember of a normal spaceship than anything else. You don’t know if you were simply kidding yourself or you had simply forgotten about the whole thing, but you didn’t see or think of yourself or anyone else as a smuggler. In fact, you actually saw yourself as simply a legitimate crew that had fallen on hard times here and there. And that was why you were taken off guard when the: \n\n[[Captain called you to the bridge]]. \n[[Alarms started to go off]]. \n[[An accident in the cargo bay]] turned messy.

[img[z/jm.jpg]] [img[z/imgage]passage]\n<<set $rankonship = "lowest", "least consulted", "trusted advisor", "third in command", "second in command","leader">>>>\n\n<<set $opt = "wrong">> <<set $opt = "right">> \n\nLook at your [[final stats].\n<<set $coin to ["heads","tails"].random()>>

Only you had no idea that you would be the one that would have caused it all to happen. You had been feeling a little bit disappointed that you couldn’t have enjoyed the ‘full feeling’ that you had expected, but not enough not to have more fun than you thought you were having. It wasn’t a mind-shattering climax by any means, it was just one that sort of snuck up on you and caught you off guard by both the briefness of it as well as the quickness of which it happened. One second you were simply moaning as you felt your crotch being slightly warmer than before, the next you quickly covered your mouth from embarrassment as you cried out you were cumming. \n[img[z/26.gif]]\nBut that was enough to get the whole group to have climaxes in one way or the other. Becky was next in line to have a climax, already holding back as much as possible. But since her head was turned to the side watching your face, having a ‘front row seat’ to your climax had been too much for her and she started to cry out as she fingered herself as she was being fucked to increase the intensity of her climax. Your partner was next to cum, dumping a thick and shockingly hot load of cum deep inside of your vagina, one that surprised you because while you had been feeling someone ‘dulled’ to the motion of his cock, the force of his spurts inside of [[you were completely unmistakable]]. \n\n

“Come on Tracy.” You heard him say, just before you heard him kissing her cheek or lips. “Make Eve deep throat.” \n\n“Please, master.” Tracy’s soft voice said. “Don’t make me do that. Please.” \n\n“Do it, bitch!” He suddenly snaps at her. \n\nYou could actually hear Tracy start to sniffle and cry as her hand was either put or reluctantly touched, the top of your head. You could hear her softly sob as she actually pushed against your head and forced his cock into your mouth. You instantly started to gag on his cock as soon as you felt the head on your tongue. You struggled and struggled to get away from him, but Tracy pushed your head back down every time that you [[were able to stop gagging]]. \n\n

But the main thing that interested you was Tracy herself. Since you’ve known her, she has been a broken spirit. Not just docile, that was not going far enough. No, Tracy was absolutely comatose when left alone for too long. And she still jumped in fear whenever someone spoke above a certain volume or too forcefully to her. And she almost always appeared to be looking at her feet more than anything else. Not even a small spot ten feet ahead of her, just ten inches from the tip of her big toes. For Tracy to look someone in the eyes without being ordered to do so was completely impossible for her to do. \n\nOnly that wasn’t true when she had finally gotten her puppy. She actually enjoyed looking up as she carried the puppy in her arms and showed her around the room. She would hold the puppy in one hand, point to something on the wall or at the single Vid-unit on the wall and try to explain what the puppy was supposed to look at. And that was the most interesting thing for you to watch as Tracy explained some rather odd connections to an image of a tree and how it grew from a single seed into a massive object, or how a picture of a ship stayed afloat on water due to displacement and how a sailboat’s sails used currents and direction of the wind to move along the water. \n\nIt was clearly obvious that there was a real educated and highly skilled mind locked behind Tracy’s somewhat vacant eyes. It just took something unique to bring that information out. And as far as being unique for a slave? Well, what was more unique than a creature that would give you complete unconditional love and affection every second of every day? A cat would have been ‘nice’ to have around simply to pet and occasionally hear purring as you rubbed it. But a puppy was the ‘perfect gift’ for a slave because of the way that it would follow you around, happily sit in your lap as long as you wanted it too, or would simply curl up next to you as [[you slept and not judge you for]] anything that you had to do in order to survive.

“Good girl.” He says as he smiles at you. \n<<set $man -= 5>> <<set $woman += 5>>\nYet, simply agreeing to give him a blowjob wasn’t easy for you. You couldn’t help but think that you were going to regret it and as much as you tried to ignore the fact that he was already pulling you off of your pillow and placing his hand on the back of your head, you were having second thoughts. \n<<set $oral = "unskilled">> <<set $orre = "gagging">>\nBut it wasn’t agreeing to give him a blowjob that was a difficult thing for you; it was the physical act of doing it. You had gotten plenty of blowjobs as a guy, but you hadn’t ever given anyone a blowjob before. Your lips were barely over the head of his cock when he shoves your head against his crotch burying his hard dick into your mouth. You instantly started to gag and push against his thighs trying to get him to ease up, but he didn’t. \n<<set $bj += 1>> <<set $swal += 1>>\nHis hand, holding a handful of hair, lifted your head and shoved it back against his crotch over and over. You weren’t actually giving him a blowjob so much as constantly struggling and gagging as his hard cock went into the back of your mouth. He wasn’t exactly “big” as far as his cock size was concerned but he wasn’t giving you the slightest chance to do it yourself or work up to resolving your own nerves to do it at your own pace. It was simply lift you up by pulling your hair, then shoving you back down and jamming his dick [[into your mouth over and over]].

<<set $age += 8>>\nA <<print $age>> year old, dyed blonde. \n[img[z/Shawn.JPG]]\nShawn has a steady supply of regulars and she will not hesitate to cause problems if someone were to try to spend time with them. As far as she is concerned, the men who are her regulars are off limits, even if it simply having a meal or drink to help him wait. \n\nShawn has absolutely no pity at all in regards to much you struggled with having sex. She tried to get you kicked out of the Red Rabbit more than once, but unable to do so due to your ability to make rent. She can not stand being assigned to work with you because she is not going to risk your failures to reflect on you. \n\nYou think that Shawn is looking forward to taking over when Amanda steps down, but you can’t prove it. You know that she has been seen as a de-facto leader when Amanda was away, but the fact that she doesn’t have the “people skills” to be an effective leader has never been addressed. You have the feeling that under different conditions she would have been someone who you would have had to be careful or else be stabbed in the back. \n\n<<back>>

The mood back to the ship was one that was heavy and depressing. The medic was mumbling something that was unclear, the engineer was fuming but not saying a word, the supply officer of the ship was staring up at the night sky without looking at anyone else. But you had the worst spot on the vehicle as the captain drove it back to the ship, sitting right next to him in the passenger seat. You got an earful about what the argument was about and you tried your best to look off in the distance and not really pay attention to him as he went on complaining about the medic being a “pussy and bitching about some fucking punk kid”. \n\nIf you thought that the trip back from the small clump of homes to the ship was bad, it was nothing compared to the trip back from the ship to the port. Nobody wanted to talk to anyone. There was already a bad vibe on the ship when you had been heading out on the raid because of the captain’s strict hand in dealing with the crew. But after the raid itself? Well, there was no need for the captain to punish anyone because nobody did anything to be punished for. They would simply wake up, do their shift and go right back to sleep. And you were not exception to that routine yourself. \n\nAfter landing the ship at the port and watching the captain heading off to the auction house, you made up your mind. You were not going to be a part of this sort of crew. You know that the chances of finding a “better” one were slim, but you sure as hell couldn’t find one that was “worse”. Or at least in your mind you couldn’t. You quietly packed your bags without saying a word about jumping ship to anyone. You knew that being fired from a crew was one thing. At least then it was a business transaction and the captain would have to pay you a set sum, as well as be able to provide a reference for you [[while looking for a new ship]].

Just knowing you were about to do a mindgraft was one thing, but you could only graft yourself to a specific sort of person. Your blood types weren’t really all that vital, since you would be physically taking over the other person’s body. But the other factors were. For example, the IQ rating was important to keep in mind. If you picked one of the higher IQ rated passengers, their own minds might be able to exert control and force your personality to their will. You couldn’t take any of the “specialist” on the passenger list either. They would be expected to arrive at a given time and location, and then kept under strict conditions that any variation in personality would stand out, showing that something was wrong. \n\nBesides, you really didn’t want to attempt to hide yourself in one of the specialists anyway. You might understand the basic concepts of how to terra-form a planet for human use and crop growth. But as far as actually understanding the science and technology behind the process to run the equipment like the specialists could? Well, that was something entirely different. Besides, they would be spending the rest of their lives on the new planet, so chances of being able to get back onto a ship to leave the world were nonexistent anyway. \n\nNo you had to be more careful about your selection process, and doing a quick scan of their biological readouts and their histories didn’t really make things all that much easier for you. But you were able to at least quickly narrow the list of passengers down from around 30 or so to only 4. Not really a wide ranged of choices, but at least [[4 potential victims to pick]] from.

You could feel the tip of his cock pressing against you and you tried to force your body to relax as much as possible to avoid injury. You knew the key to having good anal sex with a female was for her to be at least “calm” upon entry. But for a female to be “calm” she either had to really be worked up for it or at least have a certain level of trust with her partner, and you didn’t have either one to work with. In fact you were struggling trying to force your body to relax but not having the natural control over it in moments of panic to fully exert that control. \n[img[z/l.JPG]]\nYou were still telling yourself over and over to relax, not to tense up and try to breath and you will be okay, while your body was refusing to listen at all and had gotten tense from the effort to keep your ass as tightly closed as possible to avoid being penetrated. But the liquid that had been used was a very effective lubricant and despite your efforts, you could feel the tip of his [[cock sliding into your]] ass. \n\n

It was a strange sensation at first that actually kind of tickled more than anything else. But the more he used his fingertips the better it felt. Before you knew what you were doing your body was acting on its own and you felt your thighs soften and slowly part wide enough for him to get between you. What happened next was something that you were going to have a hard time to describe no matter how much you thought about it. \n[img[z/j.JPG]]\nThere was the fear that was sweeping over your body that made you extremely stiff. You knew it was your muscles refusing to cooperate and trying to prevent it from happening. You felt a sharp pain in your crotch as if someone had stabbed you, which is actually what had happened as he stabbed you with his erect cock. And there was an amazingly uncomfortable sensation of your insides being shoved around and yet it was all focused in such a small portion of your body that pain and discomfort [[was magnified beyond description]]. \n\n

At first you were doing the same thing that Cathy was doing, and that was completely ignoring the drunken fool. But after a few minutes, you noticed that Cathy started to either go along with the clumsy but friendly flirting, or simply wanted to play a game of ‘one-upmanship’ with the drunken fool. All you know for sure is that after about 10 or 15 minutes, Cathy was no longer ignoring the guy but more or less messing with his head by being rather blatant with flirting with him. \n<<set $man -= 2>><<set $woman += 2>>\nNot that anyone else on the crew seemed to be bothered by it. They all took it in stride. After all, she was off duty, there was no need for her to be onboard the ship for another two days, and there was a more or less unwritten rule while in port that whatever a crewmember got up to in their own time off the ship was their business and nobody else’s. So while you didn’t enjoy having to occasionally overhear a comment or two, you did your best to completely ignore it as much as possible. Which wasn’t really all that easy to do since she was sitting right next to you and the only one at the table who you could have a conversation without having to yell at her. \n<<set $fuk += 1>> <<set $cpie += 1>>\nYou were slightly shocked when she put her hand on your arm and told you that she had to go to the bathroom. It was something that had always bothered you as a male, and now that you were a female it bothered you even more. How the hell women started to go to the bathroom in ‘packs’ was beyond you. All you know is that when it came to going to the bathroom, all you wanted to do was use the toilet and get the hell out as soon as possible. But unlike, what appeared to be the vast majority of the females in the known galaxy, you had no desire to go to the bathroom with someone else simply to have a conversation with them. If they wanted to talk to you, they could easily have done it at the table or asked you to step away from the table and talk to them at the bar without having to [[go all the way to the bathroom]].

Only it wasn’t all in your mind. You were the one that was actually making all of the vocal noises all along. You hadn’t even realized just how intense your feelings were at the thought of fucking Eve until she suddenly allowed you to feel the way she must have felt. There was no other way to describe the sheer pleasure you felt as you had to fight off the building climax inside of you. \n\nBut it was impossible for you to ignore it for too long. As soon as you realized just what was about to happen, Eve again made herself known by focusing your attention on the sensation in a way she had never been able to do before. You felt your vaginal walls trying to squeeze harder against his cock, the warmth of your crotch increasing, and the moisture of your pussy coating his dick to make it easier for him to slip in and out of your fuck-hole. And the instant jolts of complete satisfaction as the rounded tip of his cock brushed against your g-spot, a jolt that ran from your crotch to your toes and to the top of your head. \n\nAnd then you couldn’t hold back any longer. You cried out as your hand flung upward to support your body against the wall as you had a rather intense and massive climax of your own. Your whole body started to quiver as your muscles spasms rippled through your body with each thrust of his cock. Even your jaw muscles started to spasm, causing your gasps for air and groans of pleasure to change into [[an oddly arousing stammering]] ‘oh-oh-oh-oh’ sound. \n\n

“With me?” She asks as she raises an eyebrow. \n\n“Uh, with anyone, mistress.” You tell her. \n\n“So, you are easily embarrassed about your little twat, is that it?” She asks as she starts to chuckle. “Sometimes I forget that you dumb slaves are ashamed of the stupidest things. Okay, you remember who Tracy is, right?” \n\n“Yes, mistress.” You reply, ignoring the insults. “She helped me dispose of the body by the pool.” \n\n“That’s the girl.” She says. “I want you to go and get her and bring her to me.” \n\n“Yes, mistress.” You say as you turn to find Tracy. \n\nYou couldn’t stand the whole “mistress” bullshit when you talked to her. Here you were, at least a month of so as the lady’s slave and you still didn’t even know her real name. All you knew her as was either “mistress” or “Mistress Alexia” when you had to be formal. As far as her last name? Well, you didn’t have the slight clue. Then again, chances were she didn’t have the slightest clue to what your last name was. She simply knew you as “Eve” and that was only on your good days. \n\nYou found Tracy where you expected her to be, sitting in the kitchen polishing silverware that hadn’t been used in months. It was busy work, but as long as she at least looked busy while “cleaning”, nobody was going to bother her. You saw the relief on her face when she saw you. The two of you weren’t exactly friends, but you had shared a slight connection by turning away from watching her boyfriend being killed that day, and it had made the two of you at least closer together than most of the slaves in the house. But that look changed when you told her that you had been told to [[bring her to the mistress]].

It wasn’t what you would have called an intense climax in general. It was a sharp one that came on with a bit of surprise on your part. One moment you were just starting to relax and enjoy the sensation in general, the next you were feeling your crotch burn with passion before you started to buck your hips against her face and gasp for air. It was a short lasting climax, but one that clearly must have looked good ‘to the camera’ because the director was more than happy to move on to the next part. \n[img[z/44.gif]]\nOnly the next part turned out to be something you had not expected at all. You had expected only one guy to be there for the ‘fucking part’ of the vid. Instead, you learned why there were so many men who were hanging around in the back of the studio. After Shawn finished going down on you, you saw all ten men standing around and slowly stroking their cocks in order to ‘get ready’ [[for their turn in line]]. \n\n

Sure enough, the following morning, it was you who was summoned into the room to lick the cum out of Tracy’s asshole. And while you had no other choice but to do it, you had to admit that there might be something to it that women found enjoyable. As soon as you drove your tongue as far into her ass as possible, Tracy started to thrash on the bed as her climax happened. The only thing that brought out any sort of comfort about the way you had been treated was the way that Tracy had changed after she had gotten the puppy. Now that she had something that was ‘just hers’, for once you actually got to know her a little better. And surprisingly, as long as she had that puppy to take care of, she was by far the most willing slave you’ve ever seen in your life, which really wasn’t that many. \n[img[z/9.gif][cumsluttraining]]

“True.” The second military officer replies to the captain. “Kelly does tend to get into it. Maybe we should play it safe for now and see what this little birdie can do when she earns her wings?” \n\n“Yeah.” The first one says. “There’s no need to spoil the fun because of some timid little bird. Let’s go.” \n\n“Hold on.” The captain says as he stops them. “She might be a little bird, but I’m sure she can learn a thing or two by spending some time with Kelly. How would you like to have a vid of your visit to keep you entertained until the next time I’m in the system?” \n\nAnd that was all it took. You weren’t asked, you weren’t even consulted, you were directly ordered to join the two military officers with a vid-cam in hand as you went to Kelly’s quarters with them. You started to get the idea of what was going on when the officers started to unzip their own jumpsuits even before stepping into Kelly’s quarters. \n\nBut while you were alone with them, waiting on Kelly to show up, you were suddenly shocked to see just how lavish Kelly’s quarters were compared to your own. You had been assigned a room that you would have expected on a cargo-ship. It was small, cramped, the bed acted both as a couch and a bed and the “refresher” was such a laughable joke that you wondered if you would ever get used to showering over the same small slit on the floor that you were supposed to pee and shit into. You never liked the way that the Congo designed their bathrooms, and apparently the Jack of Pride was a ship designed by the Congo and yet [[piloted and crewed by Unionists]].

“No.” You say. “I don’t have a problem with dad or anyone else. I just don’t want to serve. That’s all. But I can’t stay here if I avoid it. If I do that, every one will be looking for me. I need to get off this planet and somewhere that they can’t find me.” \n\n“And why?” She asks. “Everyone has to serve.” \n\n“I know.” You say. “But it isn’t in me to kill someone. I can’t stand the thought of someone putting a gun in my hands and telling me to burn someone that I don’t know. It isn’t right. And I really don’t want to get shot and blown up in some spaceship for some general just because he wanted to play war one day.” \n\n“So you really don’t want to be in the military?” She asks. \n\n“No.” You say, and leave it at that as [[she looks you over]]. \n\n

And this went on for at least five minutes. She would hit you with the whip, then Tracy, then alternate back and forth. She seemed to be completely delighted at the way the two of you reacted to the whip, especially Tracy, who she seemed to be taking a great deal of enjoyment out of hearing her muffled protests. \n\n“Well, you two are fresh, aren’t you?” Alice says as she chuckles. “That’s okay; I know how to deal with that. It’s just a matter of proper tools and attire.” \n\nYou were shocked at how easily she was able to dodge your feet when she got close to you again. But then again, after the way you had kicked her the first time, maybe she had learned a lesson of her own. It didn’t take long for her to finally be able to secure both of your feet under her armpit and secure one to the wall at a time. She did the same thing to Tracy, even though you did notice that her body was rocked a lot more with Tracy’s efforts than with your efforts to get free. But she had successfully gotten you both secured to the wall by ankles and wrists in a very uncomfortable spread eagle. \n\nThen with a very rough yank of the collar of your robes, she ripped them off of both of you one at time. She did the same thing with your bras and panties as well. Grabbing them and violently yanking them off of you, ripping them in the process. But now that you were exposed in front of her completely nude, the real ‘fun’ was about to begin with her. She no longer used the [[least threatening items off of the rack]], but one that truly worried you.

“Just how did you get a name like that?” He asks. \n\n“Master called me that the first time I met him.” Hilda says, leaving a large portion of that story out of the conversation. “It has sort of stuck with me ever since.” \n\n“I see.” Jason says. “And I guess it was sort of the same thing for you too, cumslut.” \n\n“Yes, sir.” You say, deciding that Hilda’s example was the best and leaving out a large portion of information. “Master likes teasing us with pet names instead of ‘hey you’ all the time.” \n\n“Well, Master Brad does have a perverted sense of humor.” Jason says. \n\nHe was about to say something else when there was a knock on the door. You almost jumped out of your skin when Brad himself walked into the room without waiting for anyone to actually answer the door after he knocked. But then again, seeing as how it was his complex, his party, and his slaves, why did he even bother to knock on the door at all. \n\n“Hey, Jason, I could use your help.” Brad says. “One of the girls has been drinking a bit too much and gotten sick. Do you think that you could punish tight-ass for me? I’m a bit busy [[trying to smooth some ruffled]] feathers.” \n\n

<<pink>>“But not with the puppy.”<</pink>> Eve continues. <<pink>>“That puppy isn’t really a human being, and doesn’t judge Tracy for what she did or how her life has gone. It’s not really a connection to a living object, but more to a concept or to a feeling. That it is more about the emotional joy than the physical joy. It just adds a bit more pleasure because the puppy is soft and can be held or touched.”<</pink>> \n\nIt slightly bothered you your connection to Eve was closer than it had ever been before. You were starting to get used to the fact that when you had conversations with her she would sometimes finish your train of thought as if it was her own. And on more than a couple of occasions, you had found yourself following her train of thought as if it was your own, leaving a few of her questions unasked but still answered by thinking about it or saying something to her. If it wasn’t for the fact that her voice sounded different in your [[mind you would have been paranoid]].\n---------------------\n\n

A “Pirate Crew” is a small eight-man team that is actually a single branch of the criminal element controlled by “A Family”, or an organized crime syndicate. As such, they are either limited to a specific period of time to complete their tour, or a specific region of space. \n\nEither way the results are still the same. They will go out, searching for the electronical and gravitational indications of a ship folding space. Once a ship is found, they will quickly overtake it with highly modified engines and use a set of “ion-nets”, or “disruptors”. Both terms are used for the weapon system that hits the other ship with highly charged ions, which then disrupt the power flow to the engines. Once the ship has been disabled, the pirate crew will split up into two-man teams that will board the ship in various locations at one time, often meeting in the center of the ship, the bridge or the cargo hold. \n\nThe tactic depends on the captain. The boarding parties are ruthless, often leaving no survivors or very few. Once the stolen items have been transferred to the pirate ship, they will immediately fold space, leaving the crippled ship to drift without engines and hoping to be rescued by a ship that picks up their distress signal. \n\nFamily Boss: [[Carter]]\n[[Overseer Ernie]]\nCaptain: Ryan “[[Blindside]]” Jacobson\nNavigator: Tracy “[[Spot on]]” Flanning\nPilot: Barry “[[Touchdown]]” Grant\nMedical: Tom “[[Shorty]]” Sheppard\nSupply Officer A: Hank “[[Tank]]” Thomas\nSupply Officer B: Walter “[[Zippo]]” Long\nEngineer A: Irene “[[Thumper]]” Carter\nEngineer B: Eve “[[Blood soaked]]” Jones\n\n<<back>>

You never got a chance to continue your conversation with Eve about calling what was happening a rape or not. As soon as she said that she was going to enjoy it, you could actually feel that part of your awareness stop struggling completely. You also noticed that Tom had finished pulling pants down because his hard cock was pressed against your vagina’s opening. With one quick thrust of his hips, his hard dick slipped inside of you and squeezed against the thickness of his erect cock. You let out one last soft scream of protest against Cathy’s hand, but it was now far too late to complain about it anymore. He had entered your vagina, and no matter how you felt about the whole situation, there was no way to find a way to avoid it from happening. \n[img[z/60.JPG]]\nOnly now that he had his dick inside of you, Cathy’s hands slightly shifted as she started to sit on the sink behind you. You could feel her legs wrapped around your side, and her hands both holding your breasts and slightly pulling you backwards, causing you to more or less lean into her even more. Tom, if that was his real name at all, easily took a small step forward and finished trapping you between him, [[Cathy and the sink]]. \n\n

Your training didn’t get any easier. Now that people knew you as “gagger”, the endless harassment continued every chance that they could get away with it. You would hear people standing behind you line making gagging noises, more than once in the middle of the hand-to-hand combat training session someone who make a “joke” about you choking and having to spit again. It was relentless.\n\nBut it wasn’t just the classes that was rough it was the parts outside of the classes that really bothered you. It was bad enough that the piloting instructor constantly ran his hands over your body as you learned how to pilot a ship, but he was also constantly ignoring your hands and giving you “bad marks” because you couldn’t focus on piloting like you should have. Granted, he claimed that a good pilot would be able to ignore anything and the first time that you simply tried to ignore his hands on you, he slipped his hands under your pants and started to finger your clit. That was the final straw and you stood up from your chair to turn around and confront him when every alarm in the simulator went off, indicating a “crash landing” that killed all of the slaves in the cargo-hold and most of the crew as well, including yourself. \n\nAnd simply going to the bathroom was a hassle as you would often have someone following you into the bathroom and it was bad enough that the Congo used those damn “squat and pee” toilets that were on the floor instead of a proper toilet seat. So it became an issue of pissing yourself or having someone watching you pee. It was bad enough the first time that it happened; it was horrifying [[when someone actually filmed it]].

Someone actually untied you from the table and stood you up for the first time in at least two days. You felt yourself being blindly guided to some sort of structure and your hands were secured to an overhanging pipe with a set of handcuffs. You felt the portable fire suppression unit slide under you as you were tied to the floor and the water rushed against your crotch in a steady stream that should have faded a long time ago. It wasn’t until you were screaming out in who knows how many orgasms from the stimulation that you saw the unit had been hooked to a pump that constantly refilled it. \n[img[z/l.gif]]\nYou felt yourself finally lowered from the pipe overheard, your body and mind completely numb from the over stimulation that you had felt for who knows how long. You know that you had been left there to scream and yell both in pain and pleasure for at least a day but finally someone was taking pity on you and helping you back to your room. They handed you a towel to try to dry off and wipe yourself down, but you paused when they [[stood next to the door and]] opened it.

“Well, yeah.” You admit. “I mean, from time to time. It’s not like I have a bunch of regulars like all of you have. But I do my fair share when possible. It isn’t really easy you know, not knowing which guys I’m supposed to talk to and which ones I’m not. And you don’t really help, you know? Always jumping all over me just because I had a drink with one of your regulars or had a meal with him. It isn’t like I’m trying to pull anything over on you; I’m just keeping him occupied so that he doesn’t leave.” \n\n“Trust me; he isn’t leaving until he sees me.” Shawn says, sounding a little softer than before. “Look, Eve, I don’t really know you that well, and I really don’t trust you that much. But that’s because you are still the new girl and we haven’t spent that much time around each other. But if you really have to know what my problem with you really is, it’s the fact that you are always complaining about doing the same thing we all have to do at work. Amanda and Megan find it kind of funny, that ‘innocent little girl’ act you got going on can pull in a few extra coins here and there. But I see right through it. You are just a fucking prude who hates sex and only selling your ass for a few extra bucks to get off Binder. Not that I can blame you for that part, everyone wants off this rock. It’s just that you could have gotten a better paying job working in one of the mines, or at the port instead of with Amanda. So, as far as I’m concerned, your little act is just that: an act.” \n\nThere really wasn’t much for you to say back to her after what she had said. You had known there was a reason why she didn’t like you, but you had always assumed that it was just a clash of personalities more than anything else. The realization that she actually didn’t like you because she more or less resented your attitude around the Red Rabbit was a little bit of a shock in general. The fact that she saw your reluctance to be there as a complete ‘act’ [[made her even more annoying than]] before.

The small little wrench misses your head, but not by much. It loudly clangs on the floor. But it wasn’t just a wrench when it hit the ground, but the bell to start the physical fight between the two of you. You had never raised a hand to a female in your life before, but as a girl yourself you didn’t see a reason to hold back from hitting her. Besides, aren’t “girl-fights’ mostly just pulling hair and barely slapping each other for a few seconds? \n[img[z/zbn.JPG]]\nWell, apparently not when Kelly was involved. She didn’t fight like those small little girls on the school playground. She actually hauls back with a closed fist and punches with all of her might. What had started off as an attempt to make up for a misunderstanding had turned into an all out brawl that was only going to be settled with blood. There was no way to deny it, if you wanted to at least remain on your feet you were going to [[have to return her punches with]] your own. \n\n

So you weren’t really all that eager to go through the daily routine yet again. You took much longer than you needed to take the shower, hoping that the hot water would calm your nerves and help keep your hands from shaking as you lathered up your crotch and shaved yourself, even though you had absolutely no pubic hairs left at all. \n[img[z/19.JPG][11]]\n\n

“Okay.” You say. \n\nYou finally saw your chance to make it up to Kelly. You knew that she did not like this aspect of her job and that if she could avoid it she would have. But for you to take her place? Well, that was going to an extreme that you weren’t entirely comfortable with at all. It wasn’t that you were ashamed of your new body. But you weren’t entirely sure if you were all that comfortable with actually trying to use it in this particular manner. \n\nIt only takes you a few minutes to find Kelly, and you can tell by the look on her face that she is not at all happy to see you. That quickly changes however when you tell her that the captain sent you to find her and inform her of the two guests that were about to board the ship and that you were going to volunteer to take her place. For the first time in almost a month she actually hugged you and said thank you for being such a good friend.\n\nIt was such a huge turnaround that you were slightly taken aback by the change. Clearly this aspect of her job had been weighing heavily on her shoulders for a long time, and while you were not the least bit eager to go through with it, the look of joy on her face at least gave you something to focus on for the next few minutes as you made your way to the airlock to await the two guests. \n\nThere is a long pause, mostly because parking two large ships together in space is not as simple as just pulling up to the side of each other. You had to take into account designs, speeds, counter any possible rotations, and be sure that both ships have enough space to do a quick separation as well as close enough to let people get from one ship to the other. You could actually learn a lot from watching the pilot at the moment if you were on the bridge, even if all you did was watch his hands as he controlled the chemical-based [[thrusters to get the ship]] into position.

No, you just couldn’t do it. No matter who he was or if your life was on the line. You were not going to willingly put another man’s dick in your mouth. There was only so much that you could put up with. You refused to be used in such a way by a man who couldn’t even bother to at least try to be friends with you. \n\nYou shoved against him, surprising everyone by pushing him onto the floor in the process. You quickly got out from under the table and turned to look for something, anything that you could use as a weapon. You quickly spotted the knife and knowing that it wasn’t going to be really effective, grabbed it anyway. At least it was something. You quickly started to wildly swing the knife back and forth and make “jabbing” motions with it to keep the captain and the rest of the crew away from you. \n\nThere is a small bit of laughter from the smallest guy on the crew and something about that bothered you. You would have expected the captain or the biggest guy to take your challenge seriously. But this guy thought that it was all a joke of some sort and even urged the captain to do something about it. \n\n“Hey, cap.” He calls out. “Looks like your little toy is acting up. You might want to fix that before it gets broken.” \n\n“You fucking bitch.” The [[captain says as he finally stands]] up. “I’m going to kill you for that.”

“Well, good is a relative thing.” You admit. “What I meant was that we weren’t maimed or killed, that’s all. We should still have ten toes and ten fingers. And we might have a massive headache, but we shouldn’t be losing a lot of blood. Look, as of right now, we are healthy. Banged up and completely out of it, but still breathing and not maimed or left to die without anyone around to help us. All we can do is wait for the effects to wear off and hope for the best. We will go from there. But for now, don’t start panicking on me. I’m going to need your help.” \n\n<<pink>>“What? How?”<</pink>> She repeats her questions. <<pink>>“How am I going to be able to help you?” <</pink>>\n\n“Well, when we wake up and are able to move again, I want you to go all out and fight like a woman possessed. You hear me?” You tell her. “With both of us going all out, we can be stronger and quicker than people expect us to be. But only if we really work together to go all out. So, don’t hold back, okay? Just go completely nuts and let them have it. We might not make it out of this; I’m not going to lie. But I plan on taking as many of the bastards out as possible, and with your help, we can really make them pay for what they did. Deal?” \n\n<<pink>>“Okay.”<</pink>> Eve reluctantly agrees. <<pink>>“I don’t know if it will work, [[but as soon as you wake up]], I’ll go all out. You sure about this?” <</pink>>\n\n

You looked down as his cock slipped out of your vagina and you saw his cock twitch and pulse as streak after streak of cum landed along your pelvis and lower stomach. It had been very close, but you had avoided having him cum inside of you. Granted you had a messy amount of cum along your stomach at the moment and while you were relieved to not have him cum inside of you, your skin crawled at the sensation of the semen on you. \n[img[z/j.gif]]\nThe captain smiled at you as he moved off of you and to the side. You were finally able to close your legs and the sensation of pain eased but never went away. You didn’t realize that you had been holding back the tears until he was out of you. Your vision blurred as he put his arm around you and pulled your back against his chest to spend the rest of the night. You could still feel his wet cock against your back and you imagined it as some sort of snake that was [[going to bite you at any moment]]. \n\n

Your reaction to the outburst from Eve was a double-whammy as far as you were concerned. The first “whammy” was that you had never heard her speak to you in such a way. At least not as angrily and forcefully. The shock of what she said and how she saw the chain of events had been accurate, if not a bit slanted from her point of view. But she was completely right. She was only in this sort of position because of what you had done to her, not because of anything she had done to herself. \n<<set $impress = "likeable but clueless">><<set $trust = "might">>\nThe second “whammy” from her outburst was that you were simply unable to think or react at all. You didn’t even realize that you were sitting on the bed in front of the man with nothing on until you heard the faint clank of his belt hitting the floor as his pants fell off of him. And now that he was standing by the bed in just his underwear, there simply was no doubt in your mind that things were going to go from “bad to worse” in mere seconds. \n<<set $expect = "going to be in very serious trouble">>\nAnd you were completely right. There was no real build up to having sex with him. Foreplay consisted of squeezing your tits too hard, jamming his finger into your pussy too hard, and shoving your knees apart with his hands as he got on the bed and between your legs. Of course, it didn’t really help that as far as you were concerned you simply were not at all aroused. Something that he clearly was aware of as you saw him spitting a large mass of spit directly on your bald vagina as some [[kind of lubrication for his]] cock. \n\n

The rules at the Red Rabbit were rather simple. Be sure that you had your rent money ready at the first of the month, with your rent being pro-rated and due at the first of the next month. Never leave the Red Rabbit alone, which seemed to make sense seeing how the only real reason to leave was to go shopping, which almost always included someone wanting to go along as well. And finally, the number one priority was to provide the customer a good time, which was the one rule you had the hardest time with. \n<<set $fuk += 10>> <<set $cpie += 7>> <<set $con += 3>> \nIt wasn’t that you were looking forward to being a whore, but you knew that you had to earn money and have a safe place to do it. And at the moment the best way to make money was with your body. But you had expected to have some sort of rule in place about the use of condoms being required. However, the Red Rabbit didn’t believe in using condoms at all, leaving birth control to the female to provide. Something that bothered you because you weren’t sure if Eve had ever used birth control, and you sure as hell knew for a fact that you hadn’t been using anything since you took control of her body. \n<<set $ass += 16>> <<set $asscum += 9>> <<set $asson += 7>>\nThis caused Amanda a few minutes to make a call and set up your appointment. Before your first “night of work” you were sent to the doctor’s office for both a check-up and to have an implant inserted into your hip that would make you sterile for the next 3 years. You felt a little guilty about doing something like that to Eve’s body, but how guilty could you be while selling her body to make money. The only issue with the birth control device was that the doctor absolutely insisted that you do not have sex for at least a week. And that put you in serious [[trouble with Amanda right away]].

You felt your shorts being eased off of you and the sudden realization that you weren’t wearing panties under them hit you. You stopped using your mouth and turned your head in time to tell the guy to be gentle as it was your first time, but it didn’t really matter to him if it was your first or billionth. He simply drove his cock from tip to base into you in one swift motion.\n[img[z/zbr.JPG]]\nThe noise that came out of your mouth from being penetrated was strange. You were trying to hiss as you felt your vagina being painfully stretched by his hard cock and still trying to do short gasps as you tried to get used to the pain as well. It started off as a sharp hiss of air through clenched teeth and then a sudden loud ‘woah’ as your mouth opened up to gasp. But it was now official; you were no longer a virgin. Or rather Eve was no longer a virgin and all you could do was try to withstand the pain as much as possible without [[making a big scene about it]].

You were not at all comfortable with the whole thing. The only thing that gave you the least bit of comfort was the fact that you were being escorted by two bouncers to the place where the vid was supposed to take place. This alone would have been something that would normally have made you comfortable enough to at least relax your guard a bit and simply enjoy the ride, but not this time. You knew that the only reason that the bouncers were with you was just to get you were you were going and to get you back, that was it. \n\nAmanda had been very vague on the details. All you knew was that you were supposed to be at a specific place at a specific time, that you didn’t need to wear anything but “every day clothes” and that there was a contract signed between people she “worked for”, which simply meant the crime bosses, that you were not going to be sent off to do some torture porn-vid or be used to do any sort of crime. Other than that, anything was up in the air including the possibility of having to have sex with animals, something that really bothered you more than anything else. \n\nBut you got to the place and were stunned at how common it looked. It was just like any other apartment on Binder, small but kind of comfortable. The guy who met you at the door was actually smallish in size and seemed to be more nervous about having the bouncers there than you. But at least he was clean, and he was nice enough to offer you a drink and talk to you for a few minutes about what sort of things you expected the film to be. Something that he was not really up front about, but at least he put you mind to rest about having to deal with animals or being whipped with [[chains or something like that]].

“Put’em on tits.” He says as he smiles and squeezes your exposed left breasts. “You want to live don’t you? Well, now’s your chance.” \n\nYou watched in confusion as he backed away from you and raised an arm to indicate the other side of the cargo bay. Standing there, with another pair of magnetic boots, was another nude female. You didn’t recognize her so she had to be part of the pirate crew. She smiled as she jabbed the air and stretched as she prepared for the obvious combat that was about to happen. You don’t know who did it, as you couldn’t see the man’s face as he grabbed you from behind and tilted you upward. But you did see the ‘grandfather’ man force the boots onto your feet and activated them, making you able to at least ‘stand’ instead of floating around in zero gravity. \n\n“Okay, you all know the rules.” He says. “[[There are none]].” \n\n

“See?” Dave says. “Even Geoff can get it wrong from time to time. But don’t let his demeanor fool you. If he finds out you are betting against him, he’ll be just as happy to count someone else’s tag as his own. You have to keep an eye on that one, Eve. He’s a tricky son of a bitch. Pity he’s too damn lazy to learn more systems. He would make one hell of a captain someday. Just as soon as he gets it in his head that he has what it takes.” \n\nThe two of them kept this up for the next two hours. Occasionally discussing something as casually as two friends having a drink at a bar, and the next giving you a hard time about checking systems and keeping an eye out for ambushes and other dangers that you had to face while moving through a solar system. And as luck would have it, you were going to be landing in the daylight hours of the planet. You didn’t need to be bothered with the captain’s annoyance at such bad luck, nor the navigator trying to remind you to ’head left’ back into the dark side of the planet. At the moment you were too busy trying to get the ship through the atmosphere as fast as possible without being too steep to burn up in entry, or too shallow and virtually bouncing off of the planet. You were basically a bullet trying to enter a specific hole of a net without the help of knowing just how thick or large that hole was going to be until you were already inside of it. \n\nThe whine of the wings being extended to provide you some extra ’lift’ was drowned out by the navigator calling out figures for the distance to the ground, the speed of the wind, the direction of the wind, the height of mountains or planes in the sky with you. The captain was busy barking out orders to shutdown the reactors, a process that was going to take time but not really a ’risk’ as you still had plenty of power to use for the main engines. Or if not the reactors, other crewmembers to prep [[gear and supplies for the actual]] raid into the community.

Mack easily kicked in the door, and you were quick to step into the room with your weapon raised and finger on the trigger. Mack stepped into the room after you and side stepped to the right to get out of your way and help sweep the small house. It didn’t take long, as most of them were at the table having supper. So one quick ‘burst’ of your weapon around hip high easily tagged three of them as they were sitting down to eat. Mack got the fourth member of the family as they were coming out of the bathroom, a young girl around the age of 15 or so who was either washing her hands or simply had to pee before eating. Whatever the reason she wasn’t at the table, it didn’t matter as she was slumped down on the floor from the two tranquilizer darts in her chest. \n<<set $trad = "good">><<set $opt = "right">> \nIt didn’t take long for you to quickly secure the family members hands and ankles together. A quick and effective combination of cuffs with an added bit of ‘rope’ that you could loop around their feet. A quick tug on the cuffs secured their legs together and the cuffs could easily keep their hands behind their backs as they slept. And since everyone was knocked out by the drugs in their system, nobody tried to struggle to get free, making it that much easier to secure them in place and finish sweeping the rest of the house just to make sure that you weren’t missing anyone. \n\nAll in all it was a pretty straightforward and easy raid. From the radio chatter you didn’t hear anyone calling for help, or anyone calling out any signs of danger. And since you had all been using darts instead of the deadly weapons you had on you, nobody was firing weapons that would cause a whole lot of noise to be heard from other people in the community. It was almost a textbook perfect example of a ‘tag and bag’ operation, much better than you could have hoped for given the fact that you had spent the last few hours worried about being seen by someone or spotted by police patrolling the area. But like most “frontier communities”, the only real police force was either the community as a whole, or a small force required to cover a large amount of [[ground that slowed their]] response times.

All you know for sure is that while Mack was busy securing the woman who had to be “mom” to the family in the kitchen, the son appeared from the other side of the house and fired his weapon. Either from sheer dumb luck, or a panicked boy aiming the weapon, the shot slammed into the wall a mere four inches from your head. Enough to make you instantly hit the floor for cover and instinctively switch from your “pacifying weapon” to your “deadly weapon”. So, while his shot had been wild and missed, your return fire had been instinctive and deadly. \n[img[z/zbh.JPG]]\nThe boy, who was probably 16 or 17, slumped along the wall, leaving a large red trail as his body moved towards the floor. The three large holes in his chest told you all you needed to know, and that was there was no chance the boy had survived the shots. But it no longer mattered. At least it no longer really mattered to you as you quickly poked your head out of the front door and saw more people coming to the house with their weapons in hand. Clearly the noise had [[alerted the neighbors and things]] were about to get messy. \n\n

You can’t help yourself as you start to fear the taste and texture. You know that he has to be close to cumming soon and you can actually feel his cock getting tense in your mouth. It was going to happen and there was nothing you could do to stop it at this point. If you pulled off of him it would only anger him, but if you kept going you were going to get a mouthful of the stuff and that really bothered you. \n\nFor the first time since you got under the table you were back to your insecure self and unsure what to do. You would have been okay with a facial if you had to get one. But cumming in your mouth? That was going too far. You had to stop and you had to do it before he climaxed. Only his hand on your head prevented you from being able to fully pull back from him. \n\n-------\n<<pink>>“God damn it!”<</pink>> Eve screamed in your head. <<pink>>“I swear to god, if you don’t swallow like the whore you are, I [[will never speak to you]] again.” <</pink>> \n-------\n\n

---------------------\nAs you slept in the stasis pod, there was a small sound that rang in your ears that sounded like a little girl crying for hours on end. You couldn’t place where the sound was coming from but you felt extremely sorry for the girl and hoped to find a way to [[comfort her if you could find her]]. \n---------------------

“Aye, captain.” You reply.\n\nMaybe Dave was right. Maybe he had been a little bit of a pest because it was your first trip out with the new crew. It wasn’t exactly your ‘first trip out’ with someone, but it was your first trip out with this particular crew. And while they may have been more than happy to accept you onboard due to your performance records from the guild, that still didn’t mean you were a ’full member’ of the crew simply because you had a change of clothes in the cabin you had been assigned to and could remember a few names and faces. Until you actually ’cut your teeth’ on a raid with this particular crew, you were the one that had to fit into their system, not the one that got to change their system just to fit your mood. \n\nOnly your mood was making it harder and harder to fit into their system. Both Dave and Geoff were clearly looking over your shoulder every few seconds. And while Geoff was a little more casual about leaning over to remind you of something and casually looking at your displays, you knew the captain had his own banks of displays tied into yours and didn’t have to be casual about it at all as he was sitting behind you and out of sight. But out of sight didn’t [[mean out of mind]], or earshot.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Irene says as she comes out of the shower and gives you a hug. “I needed that. I’ll take over now. You go ahead and hop in the shower and get some sleep.” \n\nA few minutes later, you were drying off in your bed and starting to drift off. Yet, despite the effort not to think about the two of them in the shower, you could [[still picture and hear them in your head]] as you started to sleep. \n

You are a slave in the Tillman household\n<<if $slave eq "kept concubine">>\nYou are one of several kept concubines. This simply means that you have a slightly pampered existence inside of the Tillman household as long as you are capable of providing sexual pleasure to your master. Should you fall out of favor for any reason, your “protected and pampered” status will be taken away. This is not as easy as it sounds, since you will be required to engage in sexual acts whenever called for, often without the least bit of concern about your own pleasure. \n<<endif>>\n<<if $slave eq "quest entertainment">>\nYou are part of the quest entertainment. This means that you are required to provide entertainment to the guests of the Tillman household by either serving drinks, massages, doing laundry, bathing guests or performing sexual acts upon demand. While not quite as “protected and pampered” as a concubine, you do spend most of your time with other recognized concubines.\n<<endif>>\n<<if $slave eq "head slave">>\nYou are the head slave of the Tillman household. This means that you are the one that is responsible for assigning slaves to specific tasks. While most of this is simply designating which slave will be working in the laundry room or kitchen, it also involves being informed which slaves are scheduled to fight to the death with each other. This puts you in the position of making life or death decisions for the slaves of the entire household. \n<<endif>>\n<<if $slave eq "runaway slave">>\nYou are a runaway slave. You have broken free from your master and have taken off during the night to try to avoid the authorities. If you are captured, you could be sent back to your master’s house and be punished there, or publicly punished in the middle of town. Most runaway slaves are captured within a few days or weeks, simply because it is extremely difficult to find safety and to hide the “S” branded on your back. \n<<endif>>\n<<if $slave eq "rebel leader">>\nYou are the leader of the slave rebellion. You have personally killed several slave owners and have freed a number of slaves in the process. You are constantly being hunted by the authorities and due to your actions there is a blockade of the planet. However, word of your success at breaking free of slavery has spread throughout the system and there are other slave revolts happening. Some of these revolts are successful, others are not. Without your constant involvement, the slave rebellion could crumble from lack of leadership.\n<<endif>>\n<<back>>

But someone pinched your nose shut, catching your breathing short. You had no option but to clear your mouth of anything that was blocking your ability to breath at the moment that meant reluctantly swallowing the massive amount of cum in your mouth. You barely got to swallow it in one huge gulp that actually hurt your throat and start to gasp for air when you felt another shot of cum landing on your tongue, going instantly down your throat before you could stop yourself. \n[img[z/d.gif]]\nBut your nose wasn’t being held open anymore and Kelly had stopped holding your mouth open. The two officers were apparently “spent” by the way that the both leaned back from you and looked like they were out of it and panting like two rabid animals. Kelly smiled as she started to lie across your body and actually licked any of the cum off of your face and lips that you hadn’t [[swallowed up to that point]]. \n\n