Get your two complimentary sluts and new uniform.

"If I join you, I keep my Captain's star and my ship will need priority repairs." Stretton smiles broadly when you start your negotiation with the obvious demands. "I want these two bitches and all the resources I'll need to get you what you want." You were used to making the best of little or ****. You had after all been **** to serve in the Fleet because of your upbringing at the Institute, so instead of fighting it you applied yourself to getting into the Academy and becoming an officer. These rebels were clearly insane but it would made little difference. In fact the main difference would be Admiral Stretton seemed to value your skills as an engineer, and there was an abundance of available ass and pussy at your beck and call. You could live with that.

The other option was to be **** to do what you were being rewarded for by joining this madman. You absolutely no faith in your ability to stand up to the kind of physical and psychological **** that Stretton's men could apply, so if you were going to keep you and your crew alive you had better play along. Keeping your crew alive and your ship in control would be the best way to escape when things turned sour. You had no particular interest in Stretton's political ambitions but you knew that his chances of standing up to the combined forces the UTF had to crush his rebellion were next to nothing.

You considered opening a secure chat with your crew via implant to let them know your plan, but even with a private session of which no trace would remain you had to expect Stretton's techs to be looking for any kind of deception. Besides, for this first part, you wanted them angry and defiant. All it took was kicking Ensign Smith over and planting your bare foot between her wobbling tits to get the response from her that you wanted.

"Monster! Murderer! You sniveling traitor, I will never belong to anyone!" Shouted Smith from her back, to your surprise Williams who was crying, fell to her side and took her into her arms. They could not have had a better faked response, even if they had had days to practice. Admiral Stretton clearly approved.

"I'm sure you will enjoy breaking those two. Alright Captain, I will provide you with more men, your ship can't be understaffed and with these two new playthings living in your cabin will free space for your new crew." Of course Stretton's men would be loyal to him and part of their duties would be to watch over you, still getting rid of a few men in your own ship would be far easier than facing squads of marines in the Iscariot.

"Tell your men bring their own sluts, I'm not sharing these until they are fully mine. And I want competent crew don't send me only goons. " You replied with as much courage as your could muster. Stretton seemed to like men with balls and he needed you, it offered you a bit of leverage, once you chose to join him it would be easier for him to try to give you a bit of what you want than to just threaten you.

A naked girl approached you holding a folded uniform, it was made of a black leather looking fabric and patches of red velvet with silver markings and as insign an eagle holding a hammer and wrench in its talons. It was quite different from the relatively plain blue fatigues of the Fleet. It fit you perfectly and you wondered what had made Stretton so confident you'd accept his offer. You wondered if he had had time to review your teenaged viewing preferences before you got good enough to hide your downloads from the web histories or had the Fleet's psych evals correctly identified your slightly deviant fantasies?

"Wonderful. If all is set there is only a last formality. You have to claim those two, men can only keep what they have use for, it's to prevent some from hoarding all the pussy. "

"Wait, claim? He can't be serious?" Williams objected from your feet. "Captain you're not going to do what I think he asked, not in public?"

"It's that or you are given to someone else and I am tortured until I comply. No thanks!" Your reply only made the pair scowl in frustration and anger.

"Yeah, right and it really saddens you so much." Hissed Diana sarcastically, "You perv, you've been waiting for this from the second you saw us." You heard the scorn in her voice and wondered if she'd even believed you when you told her you were trying to save their lives. For now though, every word she spoke just gave you credibility with your new over-lord.

"Could I go somewhere more intimate for that?" You ask Stretton, "As you just heard, I've waited a long time for this and I would like to enjoy these insubordinate beauties without guns at my head."

"Well, first times are special. Take them to room 404." Stretton ordered the vicious sergeant, and in case you thought this might be easy he dashed that hope. "Put guards on the door and set the security cams on."

You didn't receive any thanks from your crew for that. You wondered how much he knew, was his 'first times' referring to being with those two or did he knew you were a virgin. The breeding license! You had to fill a form to apply, the number of past partners was one of the question asked.

You quickly arrived in front of room 404 you had walked naked, wearing your new uniform and were guided inside without care. Your escort was less gentle with Smith and Williams dragging them in by their hair and stringing them up by their wrists in the middle of the room.

"You have six hours, kid. Enjoy breaking them in," laughed the creepy marine "if you can't master them in that much time me and a few friends would be glad to give it a go!"