Part 15: Lonely But Not Alone

Sleep didn't come easily to Jane; she shifted restlessly. The cold metal floor was uncomfortable, and the cage was too small to lay down normally. Neither of those inconveniences would have been a problem if the captured soldier wasn't so horny. Despite the chill of her accommodations, hot blood pounded through her veins demanding relief, but the tape that mummified her folded arms wouldn't let her bestow the attention her clit ached for.

While shifting around for a position to appease her loins, Jane once again found herself thinking of the beautifully cruel doctor that had sold her. Given Fisk's defection, her cover wouldn't have lasted long anyway. Had Dr. Ocelot somehow learned he was incharge and disposed of the cover identity to reduce suspicions? It didn't really matter in the end; without the tracking devices, Jane was on her own.

After a few minutes of tossing and turning on the hard floor and suffering the insufficient pleasure of rubbing her thighs together, Jane decided to give up on the sleep for the moment. A razor thin sliver of light from the closed door was the only illumination, but her eyes were adjusting to the blackness. Trying to distract herself, the frustrated soldier looked around. Her eyes opened wide to claw at the darkness until she was able to make out the features of the figure in the next cage over.

It was quite a shapely figure, worthy of attempted mimicry by the greatest of sculptors. She had comely hips with a feminine waist. Large globes of pillowy flesh swayed gently on sleeping woman's chest. Even her hair, which hung in disheveled clumps in front of her face, had an undefined elegance to it. Her arms were shackled high on the wall behind her. The beautiful woman leaned limply forward, exhausted from whatever perversions she'd endured. Thick wafts of a smell Jane had recently become very familiar with, cum, lingered around the woman. The soldier leaned closer, pressing her sweat glistened body against the bars between them and was able to make out the droplets splattered on the poor woman's face and breasts. Had this beautiful flower been brutally face-fucked, then hung on the wall like a piece of meat?

Jane breathed in sharply but pressed into the bars between them, hoping for a better look. Was this to be her fate? To have her holes used so thoroughly between stints locked in cruel bondage? Her nipple brushed the cool bar, and Jane shivered deliberately causing her nipple to dance across the smooth steel until it was fully erect. Horniness causing her to bite her lip, the bound soldier stretched her legs into the adjacent cage, and shifted forward as much as she could. The steel bar felt like ice on her pussy, but sent hot sparks of pleasure up Jane's spine. She desperately rubbed faster and faster against the metal until it had been warmed by her juices and she was whimpering with delight.

Then, like a fluttering of butterfly wings, the other woman's eyes slowly opened. "Who's there?" she asked tentatively. Jane froze, immediately recognizing the woman from her voice. This was Councilwoman Amare Sunrest, the woman whose compassion and discipline had been so inspirational, and the woman Jane was supposed to be rescuing.

"Clunnthandr Thane Phhahases," Jane mumbled through her ring-gag.

"Commander Pegasus?" surmised the bound councilwoman, perhaps better adjusted to the dark. "I'm Amare; we met three months back at the signing of the Alcyne treaty."

Jane nodded trying and failing to control her drool. The councilwoman had looked so dignified with her braided chestnut hair coiled behind her head and the waterfall gown wrapped around her body, but seemed just as beautiful now. The loyal soldier felt increasingly guilty for taking such pleasure in her role-model's predicament.

"Commander," asked Councilor Amare hesitantly, "were you masturbating?"

Jane let out a panicked squeak.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of. I could even give you a hand if you like." The bound woman wiggled one cuffed wrist before correcting herself. "Or tongue in this case."

Mortified that she'd made the respected woman feel obligated to do that to someone as undeserving and filthy as herself, Jane clambered back into her cage. Upon retreating, the commander curled up to bury her face as best as possible and remained motionless, trying not to think of the acrobatics she'd need to perform to get her pussy close to the chained councilwoman's charming tongue. It took a while, but sleep eventually rescued her.

Jane's awaking was unsurprisingly rude, a bright flash of light followed by being yanked from out of her cage by a Turnk's coarse hand. While the groggy submissive attempted to rub the sleep from her eyes with her frog-taped arms, her rough handler brutishly groped her firm body. He stopped his aggressive tit massage to quickly remove the chain locking her elbows behind her back and immediately started teasing her wet cock-socket. Soon the sex **** was moaning from her gag and horny enough to match the drool dangling from her mouth. When the submissive slut was fully awake, she had just enough time to look around the **** pens and realize the councilwoman had already been taken away before the Turnk dragged her out into the hall.

The beastly alien had long muscular arms that made it easy for him to keep a tight grip on Jane's collar while she scrambled to crawl on her elbows beside him. Though the well-traveled officer had seen plenty of Turnks before, from her current position, the squat alien seemed like a monument of reptilian armor. He was the first of his species Jane had seen naked. Because of their thick skin and regeneration abilities, many of the green bipeds avoided clothes, finding them irritating, but they still wore loincloths or cod pieces to protect their more sensitive areas. This alien, however, for one reason or another, chose to let his double-dick stand proud and uncovered. Horny, Jane repeatedly caught herself staring at the forked penis, her mind racing with possibilities.

For this reason, the drooling slut didn't notice where she was being taken until she was right in front of the food bowl. The chamber was some sort of feeding area with dog bowls scattered about the floor, a trough along one sterile-steel wall, and waist high nozzles along the other. Jane and her handler were the only current occupants, but there were enough stations to feed dozens of slaves simultaneously, as long as they didn't mind being pressed together. A lustful whimper tingled in the ****'s chest as she imagined submissive bodies packed into this room like sardines, eager to lick and nibble.

"That slop won't eat itself," grumbled the Turnk and he **** Jane's head back towards her bowl.

The slop in question was a pile of translucent nutrient gelatin topped with a foul smelling orange substance. Hungry though she was, Jane still found the pile of goop very unappealing, but she tentatively scooped some with her tongue. And **** it down as quickly as possible; it tasted even worse than it looked. Jane **** herself to keep eating; she'd need all her strength for whatever they had planned next, but the ring gag made things difficult and **** Jane to savor the unappetizing mess one tongue-full at a time.

About a quarter into her bleak meal, Jane heard the brutish alien walk behind her. Her body stiffened and she gasped sharply as she realized her ass was high in the air and her pussy was **** to whatever cruelty the Turnk wanted to subject her too. Just to be sure he had the same idea, Jane twerked her behind invitingly.

Despite getting quite a good view of the alien's forked penes on the crawl over, Jane wasn't prepared for the twin thrust into her eager pussy and her inexperienced, unlubed asshole. The swirl of pain and pleasure cascaded its way through every inch of her body like thunder and lightning. It actually made it easier to eat the slop in front of Jane. Having her cunt so vigorously slammed made it surprisingly easy to swallow whatever was in her mouth, and having her face repeatedly shoved into the bowl of food crammed quite a bit of the swill down her throat.

Unfortunately, the Turnk turned out to be a bit lacking in the stamina department and not five-minutes in, Jane felt hot sperm blast into both of her stuffed holes. **** for her own orgasm after so much edging, Jane looked over her shoulder ready to beg through her gag for him to keep fucking her. She saw the jism leaking down her inner thighs had the same texture and orange color as the goo she'd been **** to eat. The humiliating thought of being tricked into eating so much of the crude alien's cum made Jane's sopping fuckhole quiver around the thick member filling it, and the warm fluids of Jane's orgasm trickled out, as she screamed with relief.