Part 20: Gagged Kisses

Jane's trek to her sleeping quarters would have been humiliating for most people. Fresh cum clung to the cuffed officer's chin, a record of the three times her brutish escort had shoved her to her knees and pounded her throat until his cock spasmed with excitement. The eight foot tall Gavleth delighted in the power given to him by his inhuman muscles and the steel still locking Jane's hands behind her back, and consequently had a short refractory period. The four armed alien greatly enjoyed adding his cum to the thick smears already streaked across Jane's exposed flesh. She'd been allowed to keep the humiliating garment still wrapped around half her chest; after all she was their whore to dress however they liked, and use however they pleased.

But Jane allowed herself to savor a small moment of pride during her walk of shame. Not only had She learned the second-in-command's passcode. The officer had resisted the urge to masturbate, while the mercs couldn't keep their paws off her tits or cocks out of her mouth. The Gavleth now shoving her down the corridor had even retracted her ring-gag to better appreciate her silken lips. Jane's body as well as her desires were tools at her disposal. Was it so wrong to feel a swell of pride at that?

It was, Jane realized as she saw where she was being taken. The cage was in the center of the room surrounded by a cacophony of horny mercenaries reaching in to torment the nude, flinching woman inside. Councilwoman Amare sat with her limbs tight around her body trying to twist away from the probing tentacles and appendages caressing her naked skin. The merc that seemed to be in charge, a soot-smeared Oo'lick, waved a shock spear in the air cracking its tip to get the gang's attention. "Hey shit-heads give the bitch some air," he spat. "Look here slut, we brought you our favorite cock-licker." Jane trembled with humiliation. How could she have been stupid enough to think being the enemy's favorite cumdumpster was an achievement.

"You two are going to put on a show for us," explained a drooling Brondar as he **** Jane to crawl into Amare's cage. The councilwoman was pristine and dignified in her nudity, but Jane knew she'd suffered these criminals' vile attentions. Equal portions of shame and helplessness twisted in Jane's gut. Gods damn it, she was a soldier of the federation, and what had she actually done to rescue a paragon of its values? Let the sadistic Dr. Ocelot twist her mission, turned a blind eye to the strain she'd caused in her own crew, and just recently encourage these filthy beasts to use her as a fucktoy. Sitting on the cold steel floor, she couldn't look Amare in the eye. Some officer she was; her body was still draped in the alluring shift they'd hung around her, only now it was drenched with their cum, a foul reminder that she was theirs. With her cuffed hands, the ashamed officer tried to tear the humiliating garment from her body, but the ring-clasp above her shoulder held firm.

Delicate hands undid it for her; Amare had leaned forward to remove the clasp. The guards hooted and shouted crass lesbian demands as the sensual garment drifted to the floor, but Jane hardly heard them over the councilwoman's whispers. "Thank you for coming to help me Commander. It's a true example of bravery and cunning." Her hand stroked Jane's cheek. "After we get out of this, I'd like to have you on a special task **** I'm putting together. We'll take down scum like this using their own methods."

Jane trembled. Was this woman offering her a promotion? She raised her head but still couldn't look her in the eye. "I can't, I, I," She clamped her voice and masked her emotions behind a professional tone. "There are many members of my crew that would be better suited."

"Maybe," the matronly woman responded doubtfully, "would you prefer a position in my personal guard at the capital instead? Or perhaps a station on New Hawaii?"

Jane wanted to cry, but stopped herself. She inhaled slowly trying to find a way to explain that she was just a figurehead for her crew's achievements. A promotion wasn't what she deserved. The best ending the officer could hope for would be if Amare escaped and she didn't; a lifetime of sexual slavery might be enough to redeem Jane's honor. The former officer opened her mouth to try to answer hoping the words would magically form. Mercifully, the ring-gag emerged from her collar pinning her mouth open and giving her an excuse not to answer.

The slavers' barbary continued with a white hot jab from a shock prod between Jane's shoulders. They cackled like hyenas as Jane spasmed under the electric pain, when it subsided one barked "that's enough sweet nothings. Come on Commander, show us just how much you love these federation bigwigs."

Concerned for the officer, Amare gave Jane a sympathetic look, but the officer tried to ease her worries with a smile as reassuring as her gag would allow. She would serve this woman in any way she could; she bowed her head and tentatively pressed forward. However before Jane could decide which part of the angelic body to kiss first, the councilwoman gently placed a hand on either side of Jane's face and delicately planted a kiss on her forehead. Jane whimpered then blushed; she'd been mocked, stripped, and taken every way her captors wanted, but the tender attention from Amare filled her with a new giddy form of embarrassment.

Fervently, the submissive officer responded, kissing the other woman from ear to shoulder as best she could with the ring-gag behind her teeth. A hint of perfume lingered on Amare, barely there but clinging firm despite the horrible situation. It was similar to the lavender candle Dr. Ocelot had used, and thus only further excited Jane. The two women sat across from each other necking passionately. A **** animal, Jane would occasionally whimper between the wet pops of her lips, worried she was unable to give the councilwoman the affection she deserved. Her eager mouth slowly trailed down to find Amare's heavy breasts. There Jane spent extra time sucking and licking across both of the soft creamy globes.

Jane knew she was satisfying her own desires as she circled her tongue around the rosie nubs before her, but frequent glances up told her that Amare also enjoyed her tender touch. The slavers were annoyed with her pace however, and tried to prod Jane along with shocks through her collar, but the officer's dutiful lips only descended further when she thought Amare wanted it, her talented tongue zigging left and right over the other woman's belly like a gyrating dancer.

The smell of Amare's womanhood made the plunge impossibly enticing. Though it was very difficul, Jane managed to take her time, making the tart delight all the more wonderful. As she lowered her head further, she had to shift out of her sitting position, raising her ass to better reach her dessert between Amare's long shapely legs. This exposed her tush to groping and spanking from the ogling ruffians; she even felt the occasional tug on the dangling cunny hoop, but it was well worth it to taste the councilwoman's nectar. Jane lapped greedily across Amare's petite dish, discovering with delight that the councilwoman had her own piercing down there in the form of a delicate stud to the right of her clit. The face-down-ass-up officer demanded more and more elaborate acrobatics from her tongue in the hopes of earning more ambrosia, be it tap dancing her tongue over the erect clit, or plunging deep and curling to find her g-spot. She watched lustfully as the other woman climaxed, throwing her head back. Jane sucked deeply of the fluid that gushed into her mouth while Amare screamed in ecstasy.

The officer would have happily continued, eager to provide at least some form of release for her fellow captive. But the slavers had other wants, and barely gave Amare a moment to enjoy her orgasm before bringing a shock prod down on her nipple and crassly ordering her to taste the fluids she'd given Jane. Amare helped the cuffed officer sit up before wrapping her arms around her. Feeling the large breasts press into her, Jane practically swooned in the embrace of the more mature woman. The orgasm had made Amare's heart race and her body was warm against Jane, making the officer realize how cold and lonely her day had been; she was all too eager to follow the other woman's lead in entwining their legs.

The two women knelt, their legs squeezed tight around the other's thigh while passionately circling their tongues. The day of denying herself had Jane's cunt smoldering with the desire to cum, but she restrained herself. Doing whatever it took to stay her orgasm until the other woman had came at least once more, Jane pinched her hand to distract herself and **** her eyes to dart away whenever she caught herself staring at the heaving breasts in front of her. The older woman though had other ideas; Amare pressed her body firmly into Jane's until their entangled flesh tumbled to the floor. The councilwoman maintained her advantage, keeping Jane on her back and raising the athletic soldier's leg high in the air so that they could rub their dripping pussies together. With her cuffed arms pinned behind her back, Jane's pert tits were thrust upwards pleading to be fondled, and Amare was all too happy to answer by gently kneading the soft mounds until Jane couldn't control her moaning. Still Amare pressed deeper, nearly laying on top of her prey, and rocking her hips to thrust her womanhood against Jane's. This quickly caused a quivering in Jane's cunt; she was close. The athletic woman mewled and panted, wagging her tongue to try to lap the heavenly bust above her. Pleasure gushed through her and squirted out from between her spasming spread legs just as Amare descended for another kiss. Jane closed her eyes and muttered incoherent sounds of delight and thanks into the mouth of her lover as the greatest orgasm of her life ripped through her. Their lips parted while Jane was still basking in the glow of what felt like a fusion bomb, and with eyes closed and back arched, she heard Amare's womanly moan of pleasure and felt a second rush of climactic juices between her legs.

When Jane opened her eyes again, her head was tilted back, and she was staring out of their shared cage, meeting the gaze of the dozen crudely dressed mercs watching. She looked straight into the singular eye of a Kularis who was blinked to activate his photographic memory. Beside him was a R-ans, his cluster of eyes showing the same carnal hunger. A new wave of guilt nibbled at Jane as she looked out into the sea of horny eyes. How could she be facilitating their defilement of this councilwoman? Sensing her apprehension, Amare gently brushed a cum-stained strand of Jane's strawberry blonde hair behind her ear. "Ignore them," she whispered. "Be with me tonight," the voluptuous woman added before sucking on Jane's top lip and lovingly twisting the hoop in her officer's nipple. Jane gleefully surrendered to the order.

Their night of perversion lasted for hours. Toys were tossed to the women: first, they shared a cocked sybian still entwined face to face; Jane was spanked with a leather paddle until her ass was red and arousal balled her shackled hands into tight fists; a double-ended dildo gag was jammed into Amare's mouth then they were **** to make-out anew, before rolling into a 69. Many of the spectators promoted themselves to participants by inserting a frisky hand, writhing tentacle, or precum-oozing cock into the cage. Jane did her best to protect her lover from the slavers' intended defilements, offering a moist hole or any other part of her firm body that they might find appealing. The gangbangers eventually exhausted themselves and retired, the last one turning out the lights on the two cum splattered women.

In the middle of their sticky mess, Jane weakly shifted a few inches closer to Amare. Her everything ached with exhaustion, a good kind of ache, but a debilitating one nonetheless. She'd barely been able to keep her eyes open during the last few minutes of the orgy, and were it not for her training she'd have passed out long before. As Jane lay her head on the pillowy chest of her comrade in bondage, she was able to briefly wonder how the woman had so much stamina before sleep drifted her away to a land of milky tits and honeyed pussies.