Maya's Walk of Shame

It was a female. Slender, with blue skin and purple hair. A pair of horns crowned her head. She was clad in barely anything. Her legs and arms were kept free, a length of trailing fabric obscured her lower self and her upper body was covered by a shirt with a plunging neckline so low, that it nearly counted as two shirts.

Maya tried to speak. To gasp out a question, even just to beg for some time to collect herself. But the alien didn’t allow it. With one high-heeled boot, she pressed a foot into Maya’s side, flipping her over with an absurd ease.

Maya had seen a few aliens like this before. Not many. They were the commanders, the leaders. They never seemed to have a rank any less than squad captain.

But this one was more than that. She was domineering, her presence filled up the room. Her body was lithe and graceful, true, but it was in the way of a predator. Like the sleek fur of a wolf, or the graceful motion of a shark. She was obviously someone who was more than used to getting her own way.

“****,” she said - and Maya’s eyes widened - “is this any way to greet your owner?”

“I can understand you!”

“Of course,” the alien said. “We ensured that you would be able to. It was part of your modifications. What would be the point of a **** who could not comprehend orders? Utterly worthless!”

“I’m not a ****,” Maya managed to push herself to her knees again. She felt like a newborn. Her muscles were still spasming. There was no strength to her at all.

The other woman gave a low, throaty chuckle.

“You think so? You will soon learn otherwise. Both you and your partner.”

“My partner?”

It only took a moment for the coin to drop.

“James! Where is he? What have you done to him? If you’ve hurt him, I’ll-”

The woman moved fast, her hand lashed out, delivering a stinging blow to Maya’s face! Usually, that wouldn’t have been enough to floor her, but she was still weak. Still shaking. She crashed to the ground, tumbling back against the hard metal.

“Do you think that you have any power to ask questions here, girl?”

The alien hovered her foot over her body, the pointed edge of her heel pressed down against the throbbing mass of her clit. She couldn’t believe what was happening, but even the slightest pressure made her wriggle. She whimpered pathetically, her hands bunched, there were tears in her eyes.

The alien pressed down. Her clit blazed with sensation. Wet droplets of arousal stained her pussy, and her hands weakly moved, clawing at the boot with no real strength.

“Are you so sure you’re not a ****?” The alien asked in a teasing, mocking tone. “I’ve not heard such good whimpers in a long time. Usually desperation has to be taught. But to you, it comes naturally. You call yourself Terrans, don’t you? It seems you take to bondage well.”

The woman ground her heel against Maya’s clit, pressing downwards with just enough **** to make her whimpers louder and more ****.

“I am Ashara,” spoke the alien. “I command this ship, I am the one who brought your colony to its knees. The one who will also lead the attack against your home and bring your people into the empire.”

She removed her heel and Maya loosed a sigh of relief. Her body pounded, her pulse beat in her head. Distantly, she realised that Ashara was holding a leash of some kind. It was made of a synthetic fabric she didn’t recognise, and it ended in a magnetic clip. She thought it was going to go to the collar around her neck.

But the alien woman had a far more insidious plan for it. She dangled it between Maya’s sprawled legs, and the magnet in the clip snapped into place against the piercing in her clit. Maya bucked, the sudden impact sent ripples through her but not as much as the tug that followed. Her mouth opened in a yelping cry, the thing was holding on tight!

“On your feet, ****. It’s time to introduce you to your new home.”

The woman pulled, - tight - and Maya was **** to her feet. She stumbled, her legs were numb. The tightness of the leash connected to her clit made her stagger. It pulled, incessantly and with no mercy.

This had to be a nightmare, surely? She wasn’t really about to be led by the clit through an alien spaceship?

The doorway opened up into a long hall. Entrances to other interrogation rooms marked the walls at regular intervals. Aliens moved back and forth, and the instant that she stepped beyond the doorway, Maya was hit by the sound of it all.

Moaning, gasping, shrieking. The sobs of defeat and submission and the high-pitched sounds of pleasure. The noise of humiliation drifted through the air, carried to her ears from many of the rooms. With a cold, sinking feeling, Maya realised that her own cries had been part of this chorus not ten minutes ago.

And not only that.

The walls of the corridor were lined with machines. Interlocking pipes and wires of metal fastened with cuffs. Maya blanched, recognising many of the men and women who had been put in them. They were rocking, shaking, moaning in ecstasy. The aliens played with them like toys, forcing them to cum. Teasing their bodies with fingers or even with vibrators.Watching as the men orgasmed, or teasing the women in the midst of their climaxes.

For a single, horrified moment, Maya could not even comprehend what she was seeing.

“Do you like it, ****? This is the future of your people. We of the Xelluloid are not cruel, you understand. We merely do what is needed. This period is necessary for readjustment. Once you can accept your place here, your species will be given the chance to rise in our regard, But first, you must be taught. You will be slaves and toys and pets. For a time.”

In this state, Maya was led through the ship. Thanks to the modifications done to her body, the language of the aliens - formerly utterly incomprehensible - was now totally known to her. It allowed her to understand the orders, the insults, the degradations and humiliations that were being heaped on the people she had sworn to defend.

Wherever she went, she saw humans. Humans in bondage. Humans in humiliating positions. Humans being fucked and used, their echoing cries bounced through her mind until she was sure she couldn’t take it anymore.

But even as she thought this, there was a dark and evil wetness between her legs. Her clit - still so sensitive - pulsed with wanton desire. Any thought of escape was stilled by the harsh tugs of her leash, each one a firm reminder of her place.

Before long, she was moaning, stumbling, her pussy soaked and dripping. She was paraded like this before the very people she had served.