Part 6: A slut's due

A hand yanked her head up by the hair. Jane's terrified eyes stared up as Bre looked down at her, her face twisted with sadistic glee. "You still a useless fuck pig that can't think of anything except her next gush?"

The **** meekly nodded. From this angle, she could see Bre's tight pussy peeking between the netting of her shorts. Jane wondered if she'd be **** to lick it. Maybe if she started worshiping that elegant slit with her tongue right now, her mistress would show her mercy.

"Thought you'd be begging for it by now," Bre said with a disappointed huff, still holding onto Jane's hair. "Oh well, shit happens. Guess we'll just have to set you up with some denial vibrators and see how you feel tomorrow."

"Noh, noh, noh," the slut pleaded through her gag, spraying drool in desperation. "ffease 'isst'ess let ee kaah. I'ah 'oo aeyfin'." Her distorted begging and the cackling laughter that followed brought a new level of shame to Jane, but it seemed such a small price to pay for that tantalizing orgasm.

"Good slut, now roll over," Bre commanded while twirling her finger. "Keep your whore legs spread."

Jane hid her face in her hands while she obeyed, almost doing the splits so Bre would have full access to her hole. The tattooed mercenary squatted and reached a hand under Jane's smooth thigh to lift her up. Something cold and hard was placed under Jane's butt, forcing her pussy higher.

"Get your hands out of the way. We want to see the longing in your eyes," Slipshot said, striding into the group. She had stripped out of her pilot's suit and now wore a camisole nightie that Jane wouldn't have imagined the sparky girl owning. Granted, it had a red and gold racing stripe down the front, but still seemed very feminine considering the woman didn't let her hair grow longer than a few inches.

"Yeah and then your hands are free to fondle your jugs," barked Rathgar, "give us a show, bitch." His order was followed by a cheer of agreement from the other burly Crusaders present.

Obediently Jane's hands trailed down her body to cup her breasts. The tender touch on her own soft mounds felt good but not as amazing as what Bre's fingers were doing between her legs. They started by tracing across her labia majora, firmly enough to tease her supple folds beneath. Then the skilled fingers dipped into her slit and passed between Jane's lower lips in an electrifying journey to her clit. As Bre rubbed her pleasure nub, Jane massaged her tits, the increasing intensity of her passion directly correlating with the rate at which her chest rose and fell.

"Get rougher with your titties. If it doesn't look like it hurts, we'll make it."

Rougher, that seemed like a good idea to Jane. She tugged her nipple chain back and forth with one hand while the other twisted a breast at its base. One finger slid into her wet and needy love tunnel. The pressure from her bowels had made that hole snugger than a vacuum-pressed bed, and one finger was enough to stimulate every nerve ending down there. Jane wanted more, and between her wanton pants, she begged incoherently through her gag, all the while yanking her nipple chain like the reins of a bronco.

"Good start bitch. Hook the chain to your gag so you can slap those naughty tits with both hands."

With a thumb circling her clit and two fingers pounding her velvet vice, Jane wasn't in the proper mindset to follow complicated directions. She understood the part about attaching the chain to her mouth but couldn't find whatever mechanism the voice was talking about and just hooked it with her tongue. Her left nipple needed to feel more, so she pinched the clamp on it hard and twisted. The other hand mashed her breast like a lemon that she was trying to squeeze sweet juices from.

This vicious masturbation worked well enough until Bre's fingers massaged her G-spot. In response to the new jolt of pleasure, Jane arched her back and bent her head back, inadvertently ripping the clamp off her nipple. The surge of blood brought a torrent of pain through the tortured teat making Jane scream, in pain and longing. She laid there, drinking deep breaths of oxygen and digging her fingers deep into her soft tit-flesh.

But Jane was not given much time to recover; a minute later, a third finger crammed itself into her cunt. A waterfall of pleasure splashed out from her pussy and the dam of desire burst. Jane convulsed as the tidal-wave orgasm crashed through her body, washing away everything else.

When the room was only spinning and the distant murmur of voices could be noticed over her own heartbeat, Jane slowly became aware of a pain in her genitals. Still lost in post-orgasm bliss, the recovering woman lazily lifted her head to see what was happening, only to finally feel Bre flicking her inflamed clit. The tingling remains of Jane's orgasm were driven out by the suppressed agony boiling over. Her hands shot down to protect her abused nugget of nerves, and rolled to her side as her clit continued to throb.

"What's the matter?" mocked Bre, disturbingly giddy at the sight of Jane's suffering. "Doesn't the slutty Commander Cunt like a little pain with her pleasure?"

Ragged panting was Jane's only answer.

Bre continued to laugh. "You must not have minded too much. You didn't even notice the first three flicks."

"She was too busy cumming. Who knew the Cunt-mander is a toe curler."

"That's what you focused on? She squirted so much I thought she pissed herself for a second."

A murmuring chuckle followed the crass comment, making Jane tremble with shame.

Bre squatted down in front of Jane's face, giving the mewling **** another excellent view of her pussy through the netting while she reattached the nipple chain. "Yes, let's show the whore the puddle she made." The sadistic woman hooked two fingers under Jane's collar and started tugging.

Scrambling to crawl, Jane managed to avoid being dragged across the floor. The enema sloshed with every movement making her insides twist. Her clit hurt too, ringing with the echoes of Bre's cruelty. Thick sweat covered her body, plastering strands of strawberry blonde hair to her face and neck. Her make-up ran in streaks. This was all on full display while she scurried on all-fours in front of the sea of humans and aliens that used to respect her; Jane felt like a defeated mess.

However, she was much more upset by the result of her orgasm, which Jane found herself pushed face first into. "Tongue on the floor Cunt," Bre ordered, "don't lick though. You get to taste it, but I don't want you cleaning up the lady jizz you sprayed before everyone has seen it." So Jane pressed her tongue into her own sour liquid. Her ass was high in the air for all to see and was soon used as a footrest by someone sitting in the surrounding chairs. At least she was left alone for the time being.

But her respite was short lived. After a few minutes of idle chatting, someone offered "anyone up for some Bar Spins? I brought a set."

"We don't have a net or backboard."

"Sure we do," Bre countered. She stood, her boots taking up most of Jane's view. "Give me that."

The kowtowed **** felt a warm and syrupy beverage being poured across her back and into her hair. "Hey," protested someone, probably Ensign Hends based on the whiny tone, "I was drinking that."

"We need the cup." After a moment, Bre sighed, "I'll get you another, pansy. But first," Jane heard the glass being placed between her knees. It was followed by a cold marker drawing crude lines across her butt "Usual rules: off Cunt's ass and in the cup is one point and balancing on the rim is two."

As humiliating as the game was for poor Jane, the crew enjoyed it immensely. They booed and cheered at each rubberized token that bounced off her raised rump. Her body was further objectified to be their scorecard and degrading tally marks were regularly added to her slender thighs. It wasn't just embarrassment that Jane suffered. She felt a needle like sting when something impacted her **** pussy lips. The surprise pain made her hindquarters jump.

"No fair, Adrien fucked up my bounce by shooting the pellet."

"Yes she did," Bre, said her tone budding with mild annoyance.

For a flash, Jane forgot about her gag and her nudity and prepared to break-up another fight between the ever-clashing rivals, but in the next instant she remembered she had no authority. They saw her as nothing more than a sex toy to ****. Shame ached like a back hole in her stomach, but it was made all the more worse by the realization that all she actually wanted was to feel fingers in her cunt again.

"Fuckin' up your shot was the idea, dumbass," continued Bre, oblivious to the new level of humiliation Jane was suffering. "Nice shot; I'm cool with it. But we need to make things fair; Commander Cunt's ass needs to be wiggling for Adrien's toss too." Her voice dropped its casual tone as she added, "hey, empty-headed slut, didn't you hear me?" She started spanking Jane's pussy and thighs. "Twerk that tush for us, you stupid whore." After each spank and the resulting ass jiggle, tiny droplets of arousal sprayed from Jane's pussy.

It was clear that Bre was the instigator. Her time with the Galaxies lowest, especially those years she spent with Iah Kurah slavers, had groomed a perverse creativity in her. But others in the crew were slowly taking their own initiative, as evident in a side conversation the muscular Crusaders were having.

"The slut's drooling a lot. Think it's the floor or her own cum she likes the taste of so much?" Jane thought it sounded like Dack, but hadn't seen him since her public disgrace had begun. How many members of the crew had trickled in to watch her humiliation?

"You mean out of her mouth or cunt?" Dack's squadmates were quick to join in. "Nah she's probably just thinking of all our cocks swinging around."

Bre was evidently listening to their jeering and suggested "why not take some pictures of her with your cocks to remind Cunt of her wonderful night."

No consideration was given to Jane as her face was passed around like a cheap photo prop. For the first two, her head was just held next to the soldier's phalli for each flash from the scanner, but soon enough, she was ordered to do more degrading things. Holo-photos were taken with one or two cocks rubbing against her cheeks; she was ordered to lick shafts or testicles. Directions were also given as to her expression; Jane did her best to look longingly or smile with her mouth spread wide by the unrelenting gag. Truthfully, the budding desire that accompanied the humiliation made it easier and easier to play the part of a cock hungry whore.

It would seem the whole contingent of Crusaders had filtered in to wave their genitals in front of the ****. Tiff, one of the female Crusaders, elected to spread her ass to get a picture of Jane rimming her. This excited the other ground pounders quite a bit; many of them started jerking or fingering themselves. The self pleasuring continued, especially as the humbled officer was ordered to pose with Lurg's massive dick. The alien's shaft was far larger than any human's, so as directed, Jane leaned her head on the muscled member "like it was a whimsical window sill to look out from." From her dreamy perch she was treated to a lewd display as multiple cocks blasted thick, sticky loads onto her face. This disgusting mess only increased the soldiers' desire for photos with their "cumslut". The worst had Dane straddling her head with his rather impressive penis hanging across Jane's upturned face, a drop of his recent load dangled from his tip with her tongue ready to catch it. Jane's eyes had darted desperately between the gooey blob and the shock prod she would be punished with if she failed.

Thankfully, the Crusaders finally started to lose interest, but Jane was only given a minute of peace before she felt her face being prodded by a boot. It was Bre's, of course. The sadist had sat on one of the crates that had been brought in after all the seats were taken, and was looking every part the conquering hero while smoking a cigar and using her foot to **** Jane to look at her.

"You really are a nasty cumwhore, ain't ya?" she sneered in between blowing puffs of smoke into Jane's face. The poor girl winced and coughed against the hot fumes. "It'd be forgivable if you weren't in denial about it. Anyhell, I'm heading for the sack. I've got a simulation to review in the morning, and the hangover's gonna be a real ass-stretcher if I don't at least get six hours of shut-eye." Jane might have found a kindness in Bre's sincerity if it wasn't followed by the foul mercenary shooting a glob of spit directly on her cheek. "That better still be there when your making breakfast tomorrow or your tits'll be doing double duty as drums and semiconductors." Bre leaned forward to wrap a fist around Jane's nipple chain, then stood up pulling the quivering **** to her knees. "Be sure to give her a rough night boys and girls," she yelled at the group before turning back to Jane with dark lust in her eyes. "You know I'm going to be rubbing myself to sleep thinkin' of all the fun shit I get to put you through now."