Captured by Jelloba the Slut

Empathica approached the scene cautiously, but not cautious enough. Before she knew it, she was hit with a stun ray that filled her mind with hundreds of thoughts and emotions all at once. Her neural synapses stopped firing, or, in layman's terms, she simply passed out under mental stress overload.

The two life forms who had baited Empathica walked over to her prone form, lying on the ground. "Well, our Mistress will be quite pleased with us, and the newest addition to her intergalactic harem. Don't you think so, Chic?"

Chic picked up Empathica and slung her over her shoulder. "Oh, yes! Mistress will be quite pleased! She's been after Empathica for a long time. I think we're ready, Dale. Why don't you signal the ship?"

Dale pulled out a device similar to a cell phone, flipped it open, and pressed a button. "Dale here. Mission accomplished. Three to beam up, Scrotie!"

A beam of light, which reminded one of swirling flecks of sparkly material in water, surrounded the three. In an instant, they vanished into thin air. A homeless man who had witnessed this spectacle decided he needed another drink to chase away the DT's. But upon discovering his bottle to be empty, he decided to clean up his act. He went on to become a very prolific writer for Star Trek Voyager.

Meanwhile our captured superheroine, along with Chic and Dale, materialized in the transporter room of the R.S.S. (Really Stinky Ship) Repugnica. Lt. Commander Scrotie, Chief Engineer, stood before them at the transporter console. "Ah dinna think she was that hot!" said Scrotie as he examined the still snoozing Empathica. "Tis a real shame o' what's to become of her." He opened the ship's intercom. "Ms. Spork to the transporter room, please. Ms. Spork to the transporter room."

Spork looked up from between Princess Layla's legs. She hit the intercom button. "Spork here. I'll be there as soon as possible. Spork out." Spork rose from her bed. "We'll have to continue our session later, Princess. I have other pressing matters to attend to." Spork dressed quickly, made sure Layla was secured to the bed, and left for the transporter room. Spork was a half Vulvan who came from the planet Vulva. She had been trained in the Lesbian ways by her human Earth mother. Her emotions desired no male. It would be Spork's job to train Empathica in the Lesbian ways for her Captain and Mistress, Jelloba the Slut. Spork was the master of the ICIC (Infinite Cums in Infinite Combinations), and was often called upon by Jelloba the Slut to train her most difficult slaves. For some reason Jelloba expected Empathica to be difficult. Spork knew The Meld would probably take care of any stray emotions. If Spork failed, Garth Bader was the next in line to train new slaves. He was the one who trained and broke Princess Layla. Master Bader was known for his ability to wield the Dark Side and the Dong Saber. Perhaps the mere threat of being turned over to Master Bader would be enough? Logically, all paths remained yet to be seen.

As Spork walked into the transporter room, she was taken by the sight of the **** raven haired beauty. Her sensuous body stood out in her skin tight costume. Spork decided to risk The Meld just to waken the sleeping beauty. As she touched Empathica's mind, she weeded out the hundreds of thoughts that had rendered her ****. Finally, Empathica started to stir. Chic set her down on her feet.

Empathica's head was swimming. But finally her thoughts cleared, and she remembered what happened. "Where am I?" she asked.

"You are aboard the R.S.S. Repugnica, harem ship of the Mistress Jelloba the Slut. You are to be trained on several levels to serve your new Mistress. I will be assisting in your training. You will be trained by me in the Lesbian ways, and you will learn to pleasure and serve your new Mistress."

"What if I refuse?" Empathica asked.

"You cannot refuse, since there is no other alternative available to you. Would you rather be left to the mercy of Master Bater? He is cruel, and he wields the Dark Side and the Dong Saber. You do not wish to encounter him." Spork had hoped simple logic would be enough. Yet this was the first Earth female, besides her own mother, she had encountered. She had heard they could be quite stubborn and emotional. Especially when it came to sex with human Earth males. Earth women could become so emotional about the male sex organ. She couldn't understand it. Of course she had long trained to repress her own human female side, and all of its sexual emotions. All the years she spent being **** to look at those disgusting pictures of a male cock in various states of arousal! And the sperm she was **** to taste! Yech! But deep down inside of her, the illogical human female, cock loving side of her longed to be free.

Empathica picked up on Spork's long hidden dilemma. Perhaps she could use it as a weapon against her. That was her only hope, at least at this moment. "Very well. I'll submit to your training" she told Spork.

"Empathica, take off your clothes. Chic and Dale, prepare her for decontamination." This was the part that Scrotie loved best. He was always too damn busy keeping the bloody ship up and running to have any fun at all. Watching the new slaves strip and being decontaminated was the closest to having fun he ever got. He sometimes wished Jelloba would trade the Repugnica in on a different model. But then he would probably lose his prowess as a miracle worker.

Scrotie watched with lust as Empathica stripped. He knew the stripping really didn't have to be done. It was just part of the humiliation process. Empathica took her mask and cape off. Then her gloves. Next she removed her boots. Then she unbuttoned her body suit, and unzipped it right down the middle. She then slipped out of it, leaving her clad only in a lacey black bra and panties. She was so sexy and curvy, and her cleavage looked fantastic from where Scrotie was standing. Spork was even taken with her beauty. "Bra and panties, too" said Spork.

Empathica unclipped the front of her bra, and her luscious, round orbs came tumbling out. Her nipples became erect in moments. Finally she hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her panties, and slowly wiggled out of them. She stood up after depositing them on the pile of clothing beside her, and tried to hide her tits and cunt with her hands and arms as best she could to keep up the appearance of being embarrassed and humiliated. Chic fired a weapon at the pile of clothes which disintegrated them.

"Hands and arms down at your sides, and turn around slowly one the decontamination beam starts" ordered Spork. Chic and Dale stepped off the transporter platform, leaving our naked superheroine alone. When the beam activated, Empathica dropped her arms and slowly turned around. Everyone was treated to a nice view of her perfect, round but athletic ass.

"Now, spread your legs and hold your vagina open for decontamination" ordered Spork again.

Empathica spread her legs, and pulled her cunt open as the beam started up again. Once that was done, Empathica was taken to sick bay by Chic, Dale, and Spork for a routine examination. Jelloba the Slut was very paranoid about STD's.