Part 11: Punished

Jane's plummet through the inky void of sub-space made her lose all track of time. She was saved from her blissful abyss by the screeching sound of Ion thrusters tearing against atmosphere to control a ship's decent. At first the officer thought it might have been her ship, come to rescue her from the pitiful prison of her own making. But The Pale Horse's engines had a stuttering cycle that was often compared to thundering hooves. These approaching thrusters belonged to something smaller like an **** craft or rapid transit shuttle.

With the sound came memories of previous assignments, the feeling of guiding a drop pod overflowing with supplies through the hurricane on Sigma 12 and the thrill as her ship tore the Gavleth fortress a new landing pad. Her moment of elation was terribly brief; it brought her just high enough for the fall through a pit of despair to feel very far indeed. Compared to her past exploits she was an incompetent bimbo. She had approved the inclusion of Dr. Ocelot who had almost certainly betrayed them. Why else would the slavers have discarded her collar and earrings so quickly? However, try as she might, Jane couldn't hate the traitorous doctor; the woman had warned Jane she was only in it for the Quinton. The soldier just felt disappointed that the elegant beauty wasn't on her side, and they wouldn't get to work through this problem together. No, Jane told herself I'm not smitten.

There might be a silver lining to the clusterfuck that had become this mission. If Jane was somehow able to complete it solo, she would be able regain the respect of her crew that she had clearly lost. This new call to duty allowed her to push the arousal to the back of her mind.

The vibrator continued to whisper sweet nothings into Jane's pussy for a few minutes more, but she was able to mostly ignore it and listen for information that could help in her escape. Unfortunately, the soldier didn't glean much. Gravel being crunched under boots indicated that there were more mercs on the ground, but Jane didn't know how many or how they were armed.

A powerful feeling of loss crept through Jane's body when the vibrator was removed from her seeping cunt, but she tried to focus on the noises around her hoping to at least identify the other slavers' species. Three scaley fingers hooking under her collar was all she needed to deduce that there were Turnks around. The reptilian hand yanked her head up just as one leg was released from the walker. Writhing around, Jane somewhat managed to support herself with the free leg before the other was dropped. Her bare ass still smacked against the pavement, but it wasn't as painful as it could have been.

The Turnk kept a tight grip on Jane's collar and after only giving the **** a second to recover lifted her into the air. Jane's legs dangled as her toes futilely tried to reach the ground. His foul breath was hot against her cheek; she must have been held inches from the brute's face. "Bad ****," he growled, "it is not even wearing a waist-cincher."

"Damn," admitted one of the slavers that had delivered her, "knew we forgot something."

The tips of Jane's toes were barely able to touch the rough concrete as more scaley hands buckled another band high on her waist just below her belly button. The metal was tight and dug painfully into her slender body. To the ****'s surprise, the beast gripping her by the collar lowered her to the ground and actually **** her to bend forward while she heard more bindings being connected. As the reptile hand let go, she tried to stand but couldn't. She felt something, chains based on the clinking, pulling her waist to the bands on her thighs, keeping her from standing tall. Standing tall. That used to be the only way she stood. No matter what she did now, the former officer was **** to stick her ass out like a whore begging for clients. Of course the difference being that whores were paid. Were she to be fucked by any number of lowlifes they wouldn't compensate her for the degradation. Jane whimpered quietly as a primal desire for humiliation once again made it difficult to think about her mission, but she managed to control it for the moment.

"Walk ****," barked one of the Turnks. The blindfolded **** tentatively stepped forward.

She made it a few feet before a nasty shock from her collar stopped her in her tracks. "Wrong way stupid ****," laughed another Turnk, "go to the ship."

Still unable to see out her blindfold, Jane turned and walked in a random direction only to be shocked again. After several minutes of wandering aimlessly and being shocked for failing to understand their useless directions, her feet eventually found the slopping metal of a boarding ramp. It wasn't the repeated shocks, but the helplessness they reminded her of that caused a warm buzz to creep from her pussy and up her spine. Not that it made a difference; the brutes delighted in her suffering either way. As the sub boarded she received another shock for not shaking her ass enough.

Once on the shuttle, Jane was given a few moments pause from the ragging. She suspected she stood in some sort of cargo hold, but with the blindfold on, the bound **** truely had no idea. Should she try to explore? willingly walk her defenseless, naked body tit-first into whatever the abyss before her had to offer? Or would it be better to stay here, her helplessness amplified by not having even the slightest idea of her surroundings? Arousal wetted her thighs.

A gauntlet firmly gripping her left tit, pulled Jane out of her thoughts. "Now, now, Princess Slippery Snatch," one of the armored goons teased. "You know better posture than that. Stand on your toes like proper royalty. Here," vicious clips bit into one nipple and then the other, squeezing a whimper out of Jane each time. "These'll give you a boost." The painful pincers tugged Jane up onto tip-toes.

Jane did her best to stand straight. The chains from her waist to her thighs **** her to keep her ass slutily presented. However, she stretched the rest of her body almost as much as she had during Dr. Ocelot's blowjob training and was just barely able to keep herself from hanging by her clamped tits. For the moment anyway. Seatbelts and buckles clicked in the darkness around her teetering ****. These sounds were soon followed by the screeching rumble as the shuttle prepared for take off.

The helpless **** was sent scrambling each time the craft jostled. Most times she managed to keep her balance, but there were plenty that had her swinging by her tits and screaming through her gag while her feet wildly kicked in search of the ground. Her arms were locked rigidly behind her back by the bar that connected her collar and cuffs, so they were useless in these moments of pain and panic. The degraded prisoner was able to find some measure of control by twisting her tush left or right. These **** gyrations earned her some perverted compliments and rude jeers from both the human and Turnk slavers.

The docking sequence was particular jarring. After a few agonizing moments of **** flailing, Jane managed to get her toes back on the ground, but the pain in her nipples was making her knees weak. Fortunately, rough Turnk hands released her clamps from the ceiling and pushed her out of the shuttle.

Jane stumbled to her unknown destination with the chain dangling between her clamped nipples. Much to the brutes' amusement, she occasionally bumped into the ships composite walls as she bumbled her way through the darkness. The Turnk gave little direction save for the occasional shove. They spanked her ass too, but Jane suspected that had nothing to do with guidance. She strained her ears for details about where she was, but the soft hum of indeterminate systems and distant murmur of conversations offered nothing. Her handlers (now only the Turks) provided no insights and hardly talked except to inform "the slavemeat" of the firmness of her ass. When it was time for her to stop, they simply yanked painfully on her collar.

Jane had no idea what kind of room she was stopped in aside from the cold metal beneath her feet. Chains were used to lock her ankles apart as she stood in this oblivion. The Turnks grunted amongst themselves in their own language, hopefully only making insulting comments. Jane didn't think she'd miss the human slavers' snarky belittling, but at least she knew what they were doing to her. As it was, Jane was given no warning when the bar that locked her wrists and elbows painfully behind her back started to move. At its connection to her collar there must have been some kind of motorized joint that was swinging the bar up and pulling her arms with it. The pain doubled in Jane's already strained shoulders felt as they were twisted until her arms were almost perpendicular to her back. It was manageable, but the further increase to her helplessness was difficult for Jane to deal with; the officer couldn't even protect her back now. Drool leaked from her gagged mouth and juices seeped from her cunt as she desperately strained her ears hoping for a hint of the next humiliation or **** she'd suffer.

Despite the chill of the room, droplets of sweat ran down the helpless ****'s back when she heard the hiss of approaching machinery between her legs. The ever increasing sound indicated it was getting closer, and soon icy steel slid between her thighs. A cruel metal wedge almost as sharp as a blade slowly and menacingly pressed itself between her legs. A terrified squeak trickled from Jane's mouth as she felt the merciless wedge jam itself into her most sensitive areas and lift her off the ground.

While Jane tried to get used to the pain of having her whole weight supported solely by her groin, she felt the Turnk's rough hands scrape across her body. They fitted her with a bra, or perhaps a harness; cold metal framed her breasts but did nothing to support her gentle mounds. "Coming along nice," commented a voice as the last fastener clicked into place. "very nice actually. You gotta give it a test though." A human hand, probably his, slapped her right tit. The initial sting was overshadowed as the blow pressed her breast into several tiny spikes that each discharged electricity into her soft flesh. Instinctively, Jane screamed and squirmed to avoid the sudden jolt of pain, but this action only jiggled her pert tits into more electrified barbs eager to administer their own shocking ****.

Jane reflexively swung her tits from one set of electric teeth to the other for several seconds. Whimpering between sharp shallow breathes she eventually regained control of herself. The quick sips of air reminded Jane of that dildo sucking exercise Dr. Ocelot had put her through. The strained woman was surprised to find herself thankful for the training despite now realizing that whole practice **** thing was just so the sadistic doctor could get her jollies. At least, Jane had been somewhat prepared for this.

"Very nice," appraised the man, "I admit, when I planned this meeting, I had imagined it much more... sensual." His voice sounded somewhat familiar, prompting Jane to wonder if she was now in the clutches of some infamous crime lord that would be extra cruel because Dr. Ocelot had revealed her true identity as a federation officer. A greasy hand slithered up her thigh. "Leather and chrome," the scum continued his fantasy, "you kneeling at my feet before I removed your blindfold." His fingers wormed their way over Jane's womanhood, making her gasp. Not only were her sensitive folds made delicate by the cruel wedge embedding itself into them, his callous touch was a will shattering reminder that her tenderest of spots was exposed and helpless. "But Barckus said you showed some resistance along the way, so this meeting will have to be a little more... Whatcha call it?"

Something vicious, an alligator clamp or a miniature shark, bit down directly on Jane's clit. She screamed uncontrollably, her heaving chest raising her soft breasts into the electric pins once again. True hopelessness gnawed at her soul as Jane **** herself to be still through ragged gasps. With all her effort, she could do nothing to lessen the agony in her clit.

"Yes that's the word I was looking for," chuckled the man, "things'll be a little more EEEEEE! It's my own fault really." His unsympathetic hand caressed her cheek. "I should have know a wild horse like you needs breaking in." Her nipple clamps were painfully yanked off to be replaced by ones that were just as harsh as the one biting into Jane's clit. She groaned weakly knowing her **** was just beginning.