Part 22: Interstellar Humiliation

Despite what she'd endured, Jane hadn't gotten used to the tugging in her shoulders. The strict bondage forcing her elbows together only got more painful as time ticked on. But there were mitigating factors. Firstly, as shameful as it was, the helpless position aroused Jane. Her cunt glistened from the thought of how exposed her pert tits were; anyone could grope or pinch her tender flesh at will. A perverse part of Jane hoped Amare enjoyed the view.

And that was the second balm; her closeness to Amare distracted her from the pain. Before the cruel slavers had frog-marched the two naked women into the hallway, they had decided their playthings should share a gag. Apparently Jane's robotic collar had appendages just for this purpose. The two slaves now staggered side by side lips locked together in a pose that would be much more pleasurable if the large rubber ball wasn't half crammed into each of their mouths. But Jane still appreciated the intimacy, especially since the way her head was tilted by this **** kiss meant she could only look backwards, and she had to rely on her blonde lip-partner to lead the way.

From a more practical standpoint, this position also allowed the soldier to look over Amare's body. The gentle, voluptuous flesh seemed to be holding up well under the slavers' ****. Her ass still looked plump and delicious as a ripe peach.

If Jane's mouth hadn't been locked into a kiss with her superior, she'd have shaken her head at her own perverse thoughts. How could she have thought she'd make a competent officer? She couldn't even manage to take five steps without lusting after someone, or something.

Their **** make-out promenade took them to some sort of theater. Three rows of padded seats faced a raised stage. Based on the chains and cranes dangling from rails above, Jane suspected the room was originally a cargo handling space. Lilith met them at the doorway, her otherwise naked skin dimpled by a tight rope harness. She gently brushed a hair out of Amare's face as rough hands grabbed Jane's shoulders. The robotic appendages that gripped her co-****'s gag retracted into Jane's collar, and the conniving Luxvan was quick to take her place tenderly kissing Amare's gagged mouth as Jane was yanked away. The bound officer kept looking back at the pair and didn't realize where she was being taken until her escort shoved her to her knees in front of the traitorous Ex-Commander Monger and the guest he was talking to.

"So this is how the much renowned Commander Pegasus looks sans helmet?" inquired the guest. It was Cull, or The Supreme Cull as he liked to pompously call himself. The genetically modified humanoid loved his theatrics and as usual was strutting about in the ancient armor he dug up somewhere that made him look like a walking cauldron. "And delightfully lacking her armor too." He paused, the gill-like structures on his thick neck flapping to supply extra oxygen to his supposedly superior brain. "If I had known she looked like such a sleek Salna fruit beneath, I wouldn't have let you escape my clutches on Zeta Station."

Jane glared up at him. The arrogant arms trader had thought the civilian station would be good target practice to show off his new stock. She hadn't "escaped his clutches." She'd stormed his vessel and slaughtered his minions while he scrambled into and launched his panic pod. No, she thought, shamefully staring down at her knees, her crew had stormed his vessel. As usual she hadn't done much; it was no wonder they didn't respect her. They didn't need her. If she ever wanted to work with them again, she'd have to find some meaningful way to be of use to them.

"My? Was that a hint of defiance I caught? Maybe there is still a morsel of the headstrong tart in there after all? What say you, Fisk?" Cull's smile was unnaturally wide. "Shall we see if we can't whip that out of her."

"I humbly apologize, sir," interjected Lilith by silkily sliding into the two men's view and leaving them speechless just long enough to allow her to make her quiet comments. "Based on her night with Councilwoman Amare and how obediently she cycled just now, I thought the slut was broken."

Hearing the Luxvan's words a cunning smile crossed Cull's lips he turned to Fisk who nodded in agreement. The traitorous officer voiced their shared idea, "I know what you're thinking; let's see just how bad this proud bitch will humiliate herself to spare her sacred councilwoman."

A few terrifying moments later, Jane watched Amare be puppeteered by a cargo crane holding her cuffed hands high above her head. To Jane's horror the councilwoman was made to dance on tiptoe for a few moments before being swung beside a whipping bot. There she stood still barely able to touch the floor, her whole magnificent body stretched and **** beside the **** machine.

The two men immensely enjoyed the view of their stretched ****. Cull even opened his codpiece, but before he could stroke his hardening shaft, Lilith knelt between his legs. The devious Luxvan licked his cock from base to tip then cooed, "thank you for the gift of kneeling before you. I'm sure it's a well earned privilege for your slaves."

Her comment made him chuckle as her lips wrapped around his head. "That gives me another surge of brilliance," the pompous arms-dealer said, "let's borrow a page from the Mesajuc and bind the cunt's knees."

For a moment, Jane was thankful for the rigid tubes that were locked around her knees preventing her from bending her legs more than a few degrees. She knew at least she wouldn't be **** to humiliate herself by crawling at their feet, but when they tossed a dildo onto the low stage and ordered her to pick it up she realized how truely humiliating her bondage was. With her arms strictly locked behind her back, the only way for the naked officer to grab the tossed toy was to stand in front of the stage, facing away from her tormentors and bending obscenely at the waist. Even then, she had to spread her legs to get her mouth low enough to reach the rubber cock. Her two spectators loudly let her know how fuck-hungry she looked; the humiliation was nearly unbearable, especially when they rightly pointed out how wet she was.

"Does the bitch want her bone back?" mocked Fisk once Jane had delivered it to him.

"I think she should beg for it," agreed Cull. "Proceed trollop and beg like a bitch for this."

"Please," the nude woman started, writhing seductively against her bonds, "oh, Supreme Cull--"

A loud crack from a whip and scream from Amare interrupted Jane. She turned and saw the councilwoman had indeed been struck. A harsh white line of bright blue theta energy marred her beautiful breasts. For the next several hours at least, that strip of skin would sting like it was being exposed bare to a blizzard. The poor woman twitched and gasped as the cruel energy continued to torment her nerves. More lashes from the energized whip would be nothing short of agony. Jane turned to the two tortures, her pleading eyes silently asking what she'd done wrong.

"He said to beg like a bitch," was Fisk's answer, "not like a human."

The puppy play was just the beginning of Jane's humiliation. While whimpering and mewling the nude officer was made to prance around and seductively display her body before taking a flogger in her mouth and viciously punishing her own tits for being too small. The blubbery Cull laughed with particular glee at how her breasts jiggled as she wildly swung her head.

About a half hour into Jane's degradation, Lilith stopped sucking Cull's cock and turned around to slide her anus down the engorged member this gave the arrogant fool the "independent" idea to make Jane stuff her own ass for them. The monstrous wall-mounted phallus she was sent to was ribbed and very thick, and despite her best efforts, the officer's ass was just too tight to accommodate the shaft at any reasonable speed. To Jane's shame, her poor co-**** suffered 5 agonizing lashes because of the stubbornness of her own hole. Still not allowed to talk, the humiliated bitch whimpered and pleaded that they show mercy to the writhing councilor. "Maybe she doesn't understand how much the theta energy hurts her supposed friend," said Lilith sounding innocent despite how painfully she twisted the knife.

With this subtle suggestion from his cocksleeve, Cull ordered Jane to yank herself off of the thick shaft and stand beside the whipping bot. The mewling officer obeyed quickly, despite each rib feeling like it would tear her asshole with it. She staggered over to her dangling co-****, and on Fisk's order, the flexible officer raised her left leg high, exposing her tenderest body part. Trembling, she stood there on one foot knowing what would happen next.

But there was no way she could have truly been prepared for what followed. A pain that was somehow white hot and colder than ice erupted from her pussy. Jane collapsed as the freezing lava rolled throughout her body, showing no signs of waning. This pain eclipsed even the **** her orgasm-engorged clit had suffered at Bre's hands, but Jane did her best to cling to that memory, recalling the bliss she'd felt when the tattooed woman had given her that earth-shattering release. With this echo of warmth, Jane was barely able to endure the icy agony in her cunt. Whimpering, she looked up at the bound councilor. While none of the eleven white whip-marks that sliced Amare's body appeared to be tormenting her pussy, the sum of these criss-crossing lashes across her body must be pure hell. Jane had no idea how the mature woman wasn't sobbing. To show her admiration and offer some comfort, Jane rolled to Amare's feet and planted an affectionate kiss. The bound goddess even managed a weak smile for the officer.

Standing back up without the use of her arms or the ability to bend her knees, was very difficult for Jane. She flopped about for a bit listening to the taunts and laughter from the two men, before leaning against a wall, doing the splits and slowly shuffling back into a standing position.

Head low with shame, and crotch still screaming from the energized lash, Jane slowly trudged back to the daunting dildo, trepidatious of causing her mentor more agony. Yet before she could make another attempt at the anal annihilator, Lilith piped up again (in between grunts from reaming her own ass). "I imagine, uh, it must be extra painful, ooh, for the slut's ass, ah, to be destroyed in front of one of her worst enemies."

Predictably, this gave The Supreme Cull the idea to send quantum link requests to some of his associates, inviting petty criminals and mob bosses from across the galaxy to remotely watch Jane stretch her insides with the giant dildo. Which must have been one of the main goals of this degrading display as Fisk was all too eager to initiate the link and quickly began negotiating trade deals or mercenary contracts with the virtual visitors.

Needless to say, Jane was utterly humiliated to be seen like this. Few of the invited crimelords had even seen her face before. Now they could ogle her dangling breasts and watch her grimace as she slowly, painfully **** the massive shaft into her tight asshole. And they made sure she knew, commenting on just how fuckable she looked while suffering or maneuvering the camera drones (which Cull had provided) to capture the most intimate details close up.

The public display continued and the audience grew as word spread and more scum were invited, all with new and creative ways to **** the naked officer. After her bowels had been bloated by the fore-arm sized monster, she was sent to pick up some small weights. Not wanting to risk more lashes to her councilwoman, Jane continued to beg "like a bitch" when they asked if she wanted them added to her nipple and clit rings. This provoked the holo-silhouettes and disembodied voices to joke about why the supposedly intelligent officer had forgotten to speak. These comments were nothing compared to the insidious way they pointed out her obvious arousal, finding every detail from the stiffness of her nipples to her earnest pants, and the beads of sweat on the nape of her neck.

Internally Jane felt like she was suffocating; being these criminals' plaything was the most humiliating moment of Jane's life, even worse than her last night spent on The Pale Horse. Yes, the crew had made every effort to **** her body and remind her she was a filthy whore, but she'd felt they'd been gentle about it. Moreover they had actually deserved to treat her like a jizz rag after what she put them through regularly. While these pieces of shit were arms dealers, raiders, and extortionists who deserved prison or ****, not the enjoyment of watching her whimpering with pleasure while doing the splits atop a sybian. Their mockery and cackling clawed at her spirit. Of course, each deal Fisk made over her humiliated body felt like salt being poured into these wounds. Knowing her body and reputation were being used to betray the freedoms of the federation she'd fought so hard for was almost unbearable.

Jane reminded herself she wasn't a virgin to this treatment. The crew had witnessed her first soul shattering plunge. They'd been the first to see her reach true delight through being degraded; they were the only ones to see her shock and mortification upon realizing how much of a slut she was. These criminals were only getting sloppy seconds. It was a small comfort, as their drones circled her like mechanical buzzards around the corpse of what she used to be, but comfort nonetheless.

She hated the shame of it all. But more, she hated how good that shame felt, how quickly she forgot all about the perpetual slice of pain across her groin when Nar the Ravager had informed her that she'd just cum from watching her, and how thankfully she'd licked Nar's drone after such a demeaning compliment. More of the criminals cooed to her about their orgasms and Jane was disgusted by how grateful her panting became.

Her reward, they informed her, for causing them to cum so readily (besides the delight of knowing she was such a good holo-whore) was an eye-mask. Fisk put it on for her, cupping her face tenderly as he did before tossing her back to his guests. She hoped the blackness would help hide her from the humiliation, but it burned within her still. The enslaved officer stood for several minutes, naked except for her bondage and a blindfold that made her feel all the more ****. Her arms were locked painfully behind her back. She couldn't even fall to her knees and beg because of her restraints. All Jane could do was helplessly listen in the darkness while the bastards whispered amongst themselves and privately messaged each other about what to do next with the supple flesh before them.

After a long torment of not even being addressed, Jane was ordered to lean against the wall and shuffle forward. She did this, feeling her position become increasingly precarious with every step. Her stance instinctively widened for better balance. The drones buzzed around her caressing her with blasts from the repulsor jets, but not actually touching her. The crimelords puppeteering her then demand she present her body to them by thrusting her hips forward and arching her back, making her tits and cunt ripe for ****. Jane obeyed, a mortifying eagerness twisting within her. She felt her hoop piercings tug and intimately caress her sensitive parts. The horny and humiliated officer couldn't see them, but knew the delicate circles of metal must have made her tits and cunt look like very appealing targets.

But the first to touch her quivering body was Jane herself. On her tormentors' orders, she passionately plunged a finger into her own asshole. They watched and cheered her on as she presented herself and anally masturbated in such an awkward position. Then the drones descended on her with vibrators, not on her pussy, her captors were too cruel for that. They teased her breasts, thighs and other erogenous zones but always stayed a hair's breadth from her dripping cunt. Every fiber of Jane's being begged for their touch down there. She subconsciously spread her legs wider and rolled her hips. The sweat of desire glistened across her skin as she moaned.

It was like an artillery barrage when the vibrators finally reached her cunt. The officer let out short, high-pitch gasps as the pleasure buckled through her. Her knees and core felt weak and trembled as the pleasure sapped her strength and threatened to topple her. Three fingers frigging her own asshole, Jane thought about the poor councilwoman. She imagined Amare's body covered in uncountable lashes of theta energy from all of Jane's failures, struggling for consciousness and hanging by her wrists. Jane imagined the utter contempt her superior must have for her as she watched Jane beg to be these criminals' plaything with every cell in her body. And with that image of Amare in her head, the quivering sex **** came.