Part 25: The Challenges of Being a

Fatigue ached through Jane, body and mind. Contorted by the tight bondage they'd left her in, she could do nothing but reflect on how grueling last night and this morning had been. The rigors of her ordeal as a **** were starting to catch up with her. She needed an actual break, but instead she'd been only given brief hints of respite, left in uncomfortable bondage with a fog of arousal eating away at her. And now she heard Lilith humming to herself as she came down the hall.

The masochistic kink-expert had punished her for hours the night before, expertly and creatively inflicted many uncomfortable sensations upon both of their naked bodies. After her intimidating start, she'd continued with the cattle prod, snuggling up to her helpless **** to cruelly drag the pain dispensing tip across both of their supple flesh. Next the sex-crazed alien selected a paddle from her tool rack. It was shaped so that the bruise that read "slut" in painful red, and Lilith took great pleasure in marking Jane with it. Seeming to live vicariously through her helpless plaything, she watched with intense jealousy as blow after blow made Jane twitch and writhing with pain, and the beautiful torturer began openly rubbing her clit when she saw Jane's eyes widen with fear and a hint of excitement at the mention that the **** would likely be branded with similar identifiers.

The next tool had been a beaded flogger, which Lilith used to viciously stripe her own tits, allowing Jane to see just how painful of an implement it was. Between screams of euphoria the masochist promised she'd spare Jane the same fate if she could beg coherently through her thick gag. Jane had known it was hopeless, but seeing the angry red welts across the alien's otherwise porcelain breasts, she tried all the same. The helpless federation officer had pleaded until drool leaked from the corners of her mouth, watching as the Luxvan's envy made her hair take on an orange hue. The arousal Jane felt from the vulnerability and humiliation of her situation was minuscule compared to the burst of pain she felt with every blow of the lash, but the writhing **** had endured. She clung to the thought that it was merely practice for whatever Dr. Ocelot had planned for her. Jane knew the sadist doctor may not have any interest in her, but as the pain became a cyclone throughout her breasts she allowed herself that fantasy.

True to her word, Lilith had prevented Jane from feeling any real pleasure. Even when the **** had been placed upon the wooden horse, her tormentor had attached additional restraints to her thighs and weights to her ankles to ensure she couldn't move more than an eighth of an inch. Of course the humiliation of being denied the ability to masturbate only added gasoline to Jane's arousal. The aching need for pleasure within her pussy had become almost as strong as the actual pain she felt from the cruel wedge **** into it. And her nipples, fully erect, had strained forward, begging to be touched. Lilith had gleefully answered their plea; she straddled the wooden horse opposite Jane, torturing both their bodies with toothed clamps and a prickling pinwheel. With so much arousal pulsing within her, Jane found her loins craving any sensation, even the pain. Yet when the vicious clamp was placed on her clit, this delusion collapsed; the whiplash was maddening and exhausting.

When her energy had totally been sapped and she could no longer flinch and twist in the way Lilith craved, Jane was finally allowed to sleep, but her punishment wasn't over. Lilith had cuffed her in an uncomfortably strict hogtie on the cold, hard floor of the dungeon. She left the thick cock-gag in Jane's mouth but also provided the poor captive with a large buttplug to periodically shock her anus.

Jane didn't know how many hours of that relative peace she'd been given. It ended when she was awoken by a slaver using her throat as a masturbation aid. He was a Sxlythian, thus had two tentacle-like arms for sliding her head up and down his ribbed shaft and four more to slap and flog the powerless ****. Once his thick load was slowly oozing down her throat, he'd dragged Jane away by her hair. Still tightly chained, the helpless officer had frantically tried to reduce the pain by belly-crawling, but could rarely move fast enough for her captor. All that her efforts seemed to do was cause the Sxlythian to call her a useless worm, and bombard her with other cutting insults while he yanked on her hair.

The insults and hair pulling caused a need to cum that simmered through her so intently it was all Jane could do to not fist herself the moment her handler had uncuffed her. The officer had kept her discipline, but now she was wondering if she should have.

A morning routine of bondage yoga had followed during which Jane's limbs were bent to new limits by hempen rope. The effects of this **** contortion were mitigated by the Sxlythian massaging her body with vibrating wands. But even this relief came with it's downside because while Jane had her legs over-split, or her arms wrapped around one leg like it was a stripper pole, or her torso folded to the point she could almost lick her own pussy, or her lithe body bent in any of the other painfully alluring positions she was **** into, he only massaged her muscles and not the parts of her body that craved the vibrators the most. Their touch certainly helped to ease some of her physical tension, but the feeling of a truly magical wand creeping up her inner thigh to barely, and all too briefly, kiss her pussy only exacerbated Jane's need to cum. She was a weak and quivering mess when Sxlythian left her, one ankle tied to her collar and the big toe of her other foot pulled high above her by rope.

And there she was helpless with barely any energy. left reflecting on her situation. The need to orgasm fragmented her thoughts, preventing her from working on an escape plan. She needed to rest; she needed to cum before she could help Amare. Something was near to snapping in Jane; then Lilith entered the room.

"Still think of yourself as a soldier?" inquired the nude alien. "Willing to do anything to defend innocents?" She stroked a finger across Jane's cunt, prompting a waterfall of pleasure to trickle up her spine.

Jane moaned but tried to nod.

Lilith giggled. "You're so cute when you're pretending to be tough." She slid to her knees, and with legs spread wide, began rubbing her soft warm sex into Jane's own. "We'll see what kind of officer you are; Master Monger has decided to let you have a little gladiatrix fun. It will be you against a Nebula Raider, or as near as we can get to one anyway." She paused and smiled devilishly at Jane. "The winner will get a normal meal and be allowed to relax until tomorrow." Jane felt a glimmer of hope at that possibility, but the gleeful Luxvan wasn't finished. "The loser will be punished for several hours." Lilith sighed with a hint of longing. "I'm sure you know how much fun that is."

Jane felt a bolt of dread claw at her back. She couldn't endure another session with Lilith, not without at least a short rest, a moment to gather her thoughts. She'd have to win this fight no matter the cost. But could she? Without the crew to back her up, she wasn't anywhere near as formidable as her reputation would suggest. And that was before her **** training; now her body felt more accustomed to sucking cock than fighting.

"Already fantasizing about your public defeat?" Lily asked, probing Jane's pussy.

An involuntary moan escaped the ****'s lips. She couldn't argue against the sounds of her own wet flesh. No, she needed to resist; she needed to fight, and stay the officer capable of freeing Amare.

"I must be going now to get your competition warmed up," Lily cooed, planting a kiss on Jane's inner thigh close to her knee. "Don't forget to put your armor on," she added as she walked away.

Jane knew better than to remind the kinky alien that she was still tied in her humiliating position. The officer squirmed and struggled for a few minutes, hoping her captors had left a knot loose and she'd at least be unbound for her match. She looked at her naked leg pulled above her. It was ****, as was her ass and cunt; there wasn't even a thread of rope to protect them. The nearest bit of bindings was keeping her hands under her and uselessly tucked away. Jane let out a helpless whimper. It'd be just like these slaver scum to take a fair game to mean leaving her tied up and fair game for her opponent to toy with.

"Hey ponygirl, remember us?" the familiar voice was accompanied by the sound of heavy boots on metal.

Jane stiffened as the two grunts that had collected from Dr. Ocelot entered the room still in their all encompassing obsidian armor, and still sporting oversized cod pieces.

"We've been out getting you some playmates," said one, his helmet's speakers adding menace to his innocent banter, "but we're back to help you get all dressed up." He gestured to his partner who was lugging a steel plated arming case.

"What's the matter? horse cock got your tongue?" he said. Even through his helmet he genuinely seemed off put by Jane's silence.

The officer opened her mouth to say something, not quite sure what rapport she'd built with these goons. But her conundrum was immediately solved as her ring gag once again emerged from her collar.

The twin henchmen continued to beleaguer the helpless officer as they untied her and armored her for the upcoming match. When they opened the case, Jane felt a brief surge of confidence; the collection of plates inside was molded and styled like her own Tachi suit. But this moment of hope lasted only until she saw just how little armor there actually was. The naked officer would only be allowed to wear elbow length gauntlets and armored thigh high boots with ridiculous heels more appropriate for a club-slut than an officer. The latter also had clamp-tipped springs attached to their tops, which the thugs gleefully attached to her pussy lips, making a wide stance painful for Jane.

Despite the humiliating nature of the mockery of an outfit she'd been given, Jane felt a strange comfort feeling the familiar press of armor against some of her skin. Her martial training was still there; she just needed to tap into it. She could win this match and secure her moment of respite. To prepare herself, Jane began slowly swinging a few practice punches.

"Forgot something again," said one of the goons, snapping his onyx-armored fingers. Working in unison, he and his partner pounced on Jane, each holding one of her arms so that she could do little more than mewl in surprise through her gag while they shackled her elbows together with a short chain behind her back.

"And finally we add the handles," the other said, producing two rubber-lined rods which he clipped to Jane's tit-rings. "There we go all armored up."

Jane hung her head trying to muster a scrap of hope for the upcoming duel.

"Oh don't look so glum," said one thug tugging on the bound woman's lower lip. "I'm sure you'll kick ass out there. See you're already drooling like a rabid dog."

"Or a bitch in heat?" joked the other. "Guess we'll find out soon enough."

Encouraged by hard slaps from the two chuckling pricks, Jane staggered down the ship's corridor and into a large room, apprehensive of how this gladiator bout would go.