An offer you can't refuse.

You've never set foot on board a UTF Fleet dreadnought before, but there was something about the Iscariot that seriously did not conform to fleet regulation standards.

Unlike the utilitarian battleship-grey passageways you were used to seeing on your small corvette or even a massive troopcarrier like the Grendel. The hallways of this flagship were decorated with silver and red velvet, it looked more like the interior of an exclusive hotel than a warship. There were expensive sculptures and portraits hanging on the walls (most of them either of Vice-admiral Stretton in full uniform or of girls without a stitch of clothing on).

As you were guided toward the bridge you saw crewmen wearing black and gold uniforms that were nothing like the uniforms you wore. Furthermore all of the officers you encountered were male, which could happen but was unlikely as there were an average of 40% women in the Fleet and the chance of seeing over twenty officers all of them male was close to zero.

Before you reached your final destination, your marine escort directed you and your crew to a small semicircular chamber and there the grim-faced men pointed their guns at you. The room had only two hatches, the small one that you had just entered through and a much more ornate doorway centered in the middle of the curving wall.

"Strip! " shouted the thick-necked sergeant.

It was clear that their wanted to make sure you were not hiding weapons before meeting their commander. You didn't see a future in trying to argue against half a dozen heavy-gauge gauss rifles.

You removed your flight suit and stood there in your underwear as you saw with appreciation that your two crewmembers were doing the same. The sight of Smith and Williams standing in tight tank tops and boxers was something almost worth forgetting the dire situation you were finding yourselves in.

"I said, strip! Are you deaf?" shouted the angry sergeant.

"We did." replied Smith, the mouthy blonde had an habit of talking without thinking and saying what she thought.

"Listen Missy, when I say strip I expect to see you buck-ass naked. Now hurry up or I shoot your friend." He snarled back at her.

The threat made on Williams, her life long friend, was enough to make the spunky blonde strip completely. She was soon followed by Williams, the dark-skinned beauty was now standing naked beside her impertinent friend.

Everyone was now looking at you and you knew you wouldn't escape this. You reluctantly removed your t-shirt and underwear to reveal a hard on caused by the show.

Once naked the ornate door slid open with a loud hiss and you were pushed in what you could only describe as a throne room.

A long and large hall with columns, a red carpet and a large throne. It was hard to remember that you were still inside a great spaceship, what you saw looked more like an Egyptian or Roman period hall of ancient Earth. Dozens of women were laying naked on the floor, chained to the columns by collars around their neck. The throne was made of silver with Eagle and swords sculpted on it. You easily recognized the tall bald man with a scar and eyepatch as Vice-admiral Stretton, even if his uniform was different and a lot more decorated than his official one.

The three of you were pushed forward until you stood at the foot of the great throne. Smith and Williams were pushed to their knees, but you are allowed to stand.

As he stood there you could only look at the ass of the collared girl on all fours that was sucking his cock.

"My best engineer said that no one would notice the shield update and that even if someone did, no one could correct it in time to threaten our plan." You took some pride when you realized that your actions had at least hurt this arrogant bastard a little as he continued. "I sent him to check if he was also wrong when he said he couldn't breathe in vacuum."

"What do you want from us?" you replied cutting him off.

"Just from you Captain Thorn, those two are here only as leverage and eye candy," The admiral glanced down at the lithesome brunette mouthing his cock as he spoke. "This is their only true purpose. The weak minded pussy-whipped fools at fleet command kept imposing these sluts on us so we have to find a use for them." He chuckled softly.

"That's not what I asked." You replied, again with a glaring breach of protocol, Admiral Stretton stopped deserving respect for his rank when he slaughtered half of the Fleet, if the one-eyed megalomaniac was annoyed by your less than subservient tone he gave no indication of it.

"There is something here on Verdana that I want, something that I need the best engineer in the UFT fleet to obtain." He pushed the girl away and zipped up his pants before stepping from the throne towards where you and your two kneeling crewmembers waited. "It seems that you are that man. I want to give you a chance to join us. You are a very recent captain, we didn't have time to contact you before the reckoning and explain the benefits of joining with us." He points first at your erect cock and then to Smith and Williams, licking his lips in appreciation. "If you agree to join me, I will give you those two to use for your pleasure. It is what all my captains have been given," he explained, "each and every one of the UTF females serving in my fleet have been returned to their rightful place. Join me and take these two as your first slaves."

He waved his arm at the scores of naked women chained to the floor of this room. "I've studied your personnel file Thorn, if you please me, you will get everything you've ever dreamed of and maybe more. Don't cling to your foolish ideals, this is a new world order. If you refuse to take these sluts as your slaves, you will eventually help us anyway, even if we have to **** their pretty naked bodies to get your cooperation." Stretton threatened.