Part 19: Jane Uses Her Head

The two naked women walked through the polymer halls of the **** carrier, Jane a step behind. Her head was bowed, partly in submission and partly in shame. As the after embers of her recent orgasm faded away, the soldier realized just how much she had lost sight of her goal, allowing herself to be toyed with and led along rather than attempting to complete her mission. It was all the more humiliating as she knew that this moment of clarity was only because she'd had enough orgasm to temporarily satisfy her perverted desires. Even so, when Lilith had hinted that today would focus on improving her oral skills, Jane felt a twinge of excitement instead of dread at the thought of being reduced to a sex object. She knew she'd turn back into an obedient slut the moment her loins had been shown any sort of teasing. The guilt-ridden **** realized she hadn't even learnt any basic information about the ship they were on, let alone plan any sort of escape attempt.

This was another obstacle in her mission. Her own slutty body was working against her, further pulling her into this mire of sex-craving obedience. What was she thinking, trying to be an officer? Maybe she deserved to be a sex ****. It seemed right, and Jane might have allowed herself to slip away if she had only herself to worry about. But Amare was in these slaver's clutches, and she was far too caring a woman to spend her life as a plaything for the Syndicate. Jane reminded herself to do whatever it took to free the elegant woman and only then allow herself to crumble into the submissive whore she was destined to become.

A left, a right and two more lefts from the gymnasium, and Jane was led to a supply room. To her surprise, Lilith mentioned it was time for Jane to get dressed while she removed her bondage. The officer was hopeful; clothing would be a step closer to being human instead of a walking sex toy.

Her optimism crumbled like a dry leaf when she was handed the silk square that would be her sole garment and entirely evaporated when she was told how to wear it. The **** shift, as Lilith called it, was wrapped around her torso like a towel, but it didn't even cover as much as one. Once the minimal outfit was folded around her left side, its corners couldn't even meet at her right; instead they were connected above her right shoulder with an ornate chrome o-ring worthy of any harem slut. Securing the corners like this caused the thin material to be tugged up until it was less than an inch from exposing her orgasm-wet pussy and left a good portion of her right side including almost half of her breast enticingly bare. The hoop piercings in Jane's nipples were plainly visible through the thin fabric, and the ring in her clit dangled below the hem of her scant garment like a beckoning finger. Jane wondered if it had been less humiliating to stay naked; this wasn't clothing, just drapery begging to be brushed aside to show the treasure hinted at beneath. To make matters worse, every move she made caused the silken cloth to drag teasingly across tender parts of her body until her erect nipples ached against their thin covering. The ensemble was completed with steel handcuffs locking Jane's wrists behind her back in case she had any delusions about being allowed to cover herself.

"A **** must always communicate gratitude," mentored Lilith as she removed Jane's bit and bridle so the simpler ring-gag could emerge from her collar.

"Ffank oo, 'iss'ss," the gagged **** murmured, blushing when she realized she was indeed thankful for her alluring outfit.

"Actions speak louder than words, slut," the Luxvan gently explained. "It'd be delightful to have a full ass right now; please select something from the dispenser for me."

Jane walked to the indicated device, one of the many dresser sized cubes that stood in the wardrobe. Its hatch opened to show a dozen shafts of varying types and sizes. She selected the third largest of them, a curved beast that made her own asshole tighten with fear, but one she hoped would be appropriate for the more experienced slut. Suspecting the machine wouldn't unlock the dildo for her hands, Jane dipped and brought her mouth to the bottom of the dildo. Its base magnetically locked to her smart-gag with enough **** to make Jane worry about what would have happened if she wrapped her lips around the tip.

Lilith was delighted with Jane's choice and requested that Jane slide it slowly into her ass so that she "could feel each ridge." With clenched fists and gasps of pleasure, the milk-skinned alien eagerly took the dildo from the **** kneeling behind her. Jane's pussy churned as she listened to the moans and yelps of pleasure while getting a front row seat to the anal stretching. "Simply wonderful," cooed Lily when only a small section of the dildo peaked out between her cheeks. "I find a bit of anal stretching makes ordinary tasks a fair bit more fun," she added before planting a kiss on Jane's forehead.

The day was spent performing the more mundane tasks of a ****. First, Jane helped Lilith with maid duties: cleaning beside her and carrying supplies in her holes. That isn't to say she wasn't also treated as a sex ****; her scarcely covered body endured an array of salacious comments and groping. As Jane suspected, her clothing was only a curtain to be flipped aside by those that wanted to see how hard her nipples were or feel the wetness between her legs. After each intrusion, Lilith reminded Jane with honeyed tones to show her appreciation for the compliment. Because of the ring-gag, these expressions of gratitude were usually some form of bootlicking or oral sex. It was utterly degrading and yet filled Jane's cunt with longing, making it all the harder to cling to her past as a soldier. You once spent 26 hours in a rock crevice waiting for the perfect shot, the yearning woman reminded herself while pausing her cryo-pod polishing to polish the scrotum of a merc. You can do this.

During lunch the frisky probing only got more bold. Lilith added an elaborate breast harness to Jane's bondage that tightly bound her modest tits until they gained a shade of purple and were begging to be slapped. Cords ran from the new accessory to support a tray secured to Jane's waist; these cords held her thin wrap open, so only the memory of clothing was left to guard her now extremely sensitive breasts. With her hands still cuffed behind her, the athletic **** had to twist and present her lithe body whenever she took items off her tray. And of course, her supple flesh was subjected to nipple-tweaks or clit-tickles that made her knees quiver until the glasses on her tray rattled. Jane would have been utterly overwhelmed if she hadn't already practiced balancing a platter during the crew's farewell party. Even so, each step forward was an arduous task in and of itself; she just wanted to give up, to become a glassy-eyed fucktoy, to be used and abused, but her resolve held firm for the moment.

The remnants of her identity as an officer fluttered uselessly like the clothing she'd been given, little more than a painful, shameful reminder of what she used to be, and how low she'd sunk. Her past arrogance seared her soul. How could I have thought this mission would have been so easy? She thought while climbing over the bloated body of an alien mercenary, practically giving him a lap dance. His cock grew in his pants until it teased her yearning sphincter. A tentacle reached out to pin a dessert order to Jane's swollen tits. The horny sub stood up barely managing to not rub her wet thighs together. This wasn't the first hopeless scenario she'd been in; she'd stared down that Gavleth sickle fleet with only The Pale Horse to back her up. Jane just had to keep resisting.

Lilith led her down a narrow hall shortly after lunch. The alien's hair was purple with envy, no doubt from the humiliation and arousal burning behind Jane's eyes. "I think that's enough teasing for now," she said while removing Jane's breast bondage.

Jane breathed a soft sigh of relief. She knew she was very close to losing her last vestments of her old self.

The lily-skinned beauty opened a small hatch and guided Jane into the cabinet-sized alcove behind it before continuing. "Now you get to satisfy all those cocks you've teased. Feel free to masturbate," she added before locking the hatch behind Jane. A chain magnetically snapped to the front of the trapped woman's collar and yanked her mouth first, right onto a dick sized hole.

Jane didn't know how long she spent in her little glory-hole compartment, but guessed it was at least a few hours. She served many cocks, human and alien. Some she was allowed to freestyle, but for most her leash was tugged until her lips were pressed into the rim of the hole so her face could be hammer-fucked like the pussy of a two-credit whore. Though many of these mouth-defilers chose to deposit their load directly down her abused throat, there was still copious amounts of cum leaking from the corners of her mouth or shot crudely onto her lips. It didn't take long for her face and tits to be covered in thick semen and for the shameful excuse of a garment to become nothing more than a jizz rag smeared with a reminder of her degradation.

The humiliation was unbearable, like inky tentacles clawing at her body; all Jane wanted to do was masturbate. She tried rationalizing it, telling herself it was just a harmless way to relieve the stress of her situation, but she knew that succumbing to those needs while enjoying this debasement would be a slippery slope. Reminding herself that she was a soldier, a disciplined officer in the federation did little good. Because it was a lie. As more and more cum was shot down her throat or spilled onto the silk scrap that passed for her outfit, it became unquestionably clear that she was a useless, cum-guzzling harlot, and the sooner she accepted it, the sooner she turned off her mind and started rubbing her clit, the better. Jane's finger began fidgeting up her inner thigh. What was the point in resisting anyway? She'd give in sooner or later.

But hadn't she resisted before? During her mistress's training, she'd fought successfully against the urge to finger her pleading clit. This throbbing need, this searing desire, to cum was far more intense now, but Jane knew she could fight it. If she'd beaten the primal urge in Dr. Ocelot's cabin, surely she could last a little longer. She owed it to the crew and to the councilwoman. With these self-provided shackles the submissive slut was able to keep her balled fists away from her weeping cunt, until she was roughly dragged out of her glory-hole cabinet.

Lilith's hair was neon pink with arousal as she appraised the cum-covered ****, so Jane knew better than to ask for a way to clean herself. Her submissive trainer would have explained that "cum should be collected like a badge of honor." After all, the kink driven alien had earned her own creampie in the interlude; though it wasn't nearly as impressive as the quart of cum liberally spread over the kneeling officer.

Though she was no longer the slaver's cum-receptacle, Jane's objectification continued. She followed Lilith throughout the slaver ship and became her bulletin board, her lingering cum making excellent glue for the scrawled notes and printed memos Lilith chose to plaster to her. Anything too heavy to be held by the humiliating paste was hung from her nipples or arousal swollen pussy with vicious binder clips. Looking like a walking clipboard, Jane meekly obeyed, resisting the urge to squirm despite her pain and shame.

Lilith herself worked efficiently from terminal to terminal. Apparently, the submissive alien had quite a lot of responsibilities from ordering shipments to checking maintenance diagnostics; there was a lot to do to make this slavery startup thrive. Lilith completed all these tasks easily despite eagerly being subjected to the same wet-slit fingerings and blowjob demands as Jane.

It was clear that the slaver's planned to grow, not just from the tasks Lilith was doing but also the size of their ship. Their craft itself was large, about the size of a federation carrier. Jane suspected it was originally a food transport; there were cryogenic pods as well as a row of milking stations in the process of being modified for humanoids. Though the handcuffed woman shuddered at the contorted strappado each stand would **** its **** into. Upon realizing the scale of the slaver craft. Jane knew she had to keep resisting and find a way to sabotage them, but how?

The two entered an unoccupied comm room and Lilith extended a holographic keyboard from a console, but paused to look questioningly at the cum-covered **** moving to kneel between her legs. Jane looked pleadingly up, mouth permanently agape due to her ring-gag, and beckoned with her tongue, silently asking for permission to collect the cum from her sister in submission. Graceful in victory, Lilith smiled contentedly and nodded. She broke eye-contact and resumed her work, but while Jane fulfilled her own duties, she continued to stare up with wide submissive eyes. And from that vantage point, the federation officer watched and memorized Lilith's password.