The Logistics of Intergalactic Slavery

The room was barren, the only features being a grid of circular seams in the floor. The warden of the **** pods, a Mynta named Sybis led you before one of them and worked their datapad for a moment. With a hiss the seal breaks and out of the floor rises a cold metal pillar. The cylinder is the same dark metal as the floor and the walls, and perfectly smooth save for a data pad that reads:

Subject: Elysia Rith

Status: Nominal

Current Program: Denial

Program Duration: 02:04:43:23

“Oh good. She should be ready to talk then. Open it up.” The **** pod splits open like a banana, revealing **** Rith, formerly Special Agent Rith of the Sirius Syndicate.

Storing slaves over long periods is one of the many challenges a modern slaver such as yourself faces. Economies of scale being what they are, a serious galactic slaver needs to take on large cargoes to turn a profit. This presents a slew of logistical challenges. Once captured slaves need to be cared for, imprisoned, and trained. Keeping slaves in cages all the time, while very sexy, unfortunately leads to muscular and mental atrophy, which diminishes resale values. So a **** needs to be exercised regularly. A gang bang is great for that, but the ratio of crew to slaves can be as low as one for every hundred, meaning that not all slaves can receive their proper workout in this fashion.

In addition to keeping the slaves healthy, it’s also worthwhile to train the merchandise before selling them. Many markets of renown such as Port Vogol, are unwilling to accept cargo that is too unruly. And once a **** is trained, it is useful to regularly reinforce said training so proper behavior is reinforced. Not to mention the cost of feeding and furnishing that many prisoners. With the most successful raiding parties abducting many times their number in future sex slaves, you have found the most challenging part of being a slaver wasn’t the capturing, it was the transporting.

Enter the **** pod. An elegant if slightly elaborate solution relying on a variety of modern technologies, the **** pods were compact self contained **** habitats that fed, restrained and even subtly modified the behavior of it’s unlucky resident. Food and waste removal tubes provided for the nutritional and cleansing needs. Bio monitors record all the ****’s vital signs and alert the crew if anything is amiss. To prevent muscular atrophy, inhabitants are coated in a in a moldable biogel with neural webbing embedded to provide natural electronic stimulation of varying intensity directly to the muscle tissue. This neural webbing is connected to a central control circuit located in the virtual reality hood.

Keeping the **** alive and healthy is the easy part. The hood is what keeps them sane, providing the audio and visual stimulation necessary for a ****'s mental well being. Simple education programs and subliminal suggestions reinforce a submissive nature. When paired with the automated feeding tube, or one of the waste removal insertions, this can do wonders for a ****'s basic training, or provide a trained **** the opportunity to practice basic exercises on long voyages without taking up the significantly more valuable time of the masters. The pod can even administer rudimentary disciplinary actions via the neural webbing, in the form of electric shocks if they fail to meet certain criteria, or their warden's get bored. Many a **** has overcome their initial unwillingness to accept their new status with only a few days in a **** pod.

You’ve kept Rith in there for about a month.

You reach out to feel the fallen agent through her coating. The synth-organ encasing her flesh shines like rubber, but feels warm and smoothe like skin. She moans into her feeding tube. “Does she know we’re here?”

“No. The VR hood completely seals off her sight and hearing. She only sees what the program allows her to. Should I stop it.”

“Hmmm… Yes, why don’t you? But keep the hood sealed. Let’s play around for just a bit.” Soft beeps accept the commands as Sybis complies with a grin. The **** tilts her head quizzically as all input suddenly ceases, her only sensation your grasping hand. It slides down her body, caressing her curves until it reaches the vaginal probe. She coos as you start wiggling the phallic shaped device, writhing sensually against her bonds. “Let’s get her down from there.”

Together you and Sybis unfasten her from the thick restraint bands suspending her in the pods. She groans as you unfasten the various plugs stuffed in her holes and starts wiggling friskily. Clearly someone is excited to get out. Now free of the pod, she is still encased neck to toe in a blue-green latex like sheath that reflects the dim lighting of the room. Her head is completely obscured by the VR hood, a blocky helmet with a crown of wires reaching back to the pod. There is a single opening for the feeding tube through which her newly freed tongue wags eagerly.

“Aahhh… ahhh…”

“Such an eager tongue,” you say as you slide your panties down. “I assume she’s been through the oral training programs?”

“Several times Captain.”

“Excellent.” You guide that tongue to its proper place, between your legs. Rith needs no instruction or encouragement. You actually gasp in surprise at the vigor in which she seeks out your folds, sliding in and out of your labia, caressing your clitty, lapping up your juices. You smile and throw your head back, pushing her deeper. She compiles instinctively, forcing her tongue in deep. “Ohh, oh… Ooohhhhh!'' Maybe it's just because of your juicy warm up with Betty or maybe the training programs really are that good. Maybe Rith was just **** after so long in a VR world. Either way, she brings you to orgasm in record time. The multicolored Mynta watches with a lopsided grin.

You breathe deeply and regain your composure. Or at least as much composure as you can when you’re wearing nothing but a bandoleer of guns and a bra, which to your credit, is quite a bit. “The, uh-” you brush some hair out of your face. “The oral training appears to be adequate. I believe we can take the hood off now and proceed with our questioning.”

“Yes ma’am.” You notice the Bulge in Sybis’s crotch before they busy themselves with the removal of the hood. When they finally undo the neural wiring, you are able to look upon the agent's face for the first time since you captured her. Skin pale from being locked in darkness for too long is framed by a mess of sweaty hair. Brown eyes look up at you, desperately seeking approval.

“Did I do good mistress? Please, can I lick you again?” She sees Sybis. “Do you need service as well?”

You hold up a hand to hold up a very disappointed Sybis’s response. “In a moment. For now, I need you to answer some questions for me.”

“Questions miss?” She looks very confused. “This dumb slut will try to please you.”

“Right… Anyways, I need to ask you about something from the time when you were with the Syndicate.”

“The Syndicate miss?”

“Yes, the Syndicate. The Sirius Syndicate.” Her expression doesn’t change. “You worked for them. You were one of their most accomplished spies.” More confusion. “Before we captured you and put you in the pod?”

Realization dawns on her, and like the rising sun, it takes awhile for the light to pierce the grey haze of what came before. “Oh!” she says as though coming to the profound realization that the world was bigger than previously thought. “You mean back when I thought I was a person! I’ll try miss, but it was so long ago. Like, I don’t even know.”

You look at Sybis who’s perplexed shrug tells you they've got nothing. “Okay, well Rith, when you worked for the Syndicate, did you ever learn anything about a pirate named Thane?”

She thinks long and hard, the gears of her mind turning like a semi trying to shift through the six gears needed to go from zero to twenty. Finally she responds. “Rith?”

Now it’s your turn to catch up. “Yes, your name. Your name is Rith.”

“If you say so mistress. What was your question again? I’m sorry I’m such a dumb cumslut. Do you need to punish me?” There is no small eagerness to the question.

You pull Sybis aside. “Which programs did she go through?”

“Well, all of them. Some of them she went through twice.”

“So I have a brain dead suck slut now?”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing," they say defensively

“I have dozens, hundreds of those! I needed an Syndicate spy to feed me information on what’s left of their criminal empire!”

Sybis holds up both their hands placatingly. “Captain what would you have said if I hadn’t run her through all those programs.”

You steam for a long moment. “Point taken.” You tap your foot thoughtfully. “Okay, let's approach this from a different angle. Take out your cock.”

“Ma’am?”

“Just do it. And start stroking it.”

You return to the sex hungry agent Rith and grab her by the hair, forcing her to watch Sybis. The multicolored hermaphrodite has already begun teasing themselves alluringly, holding up their cock to expose the vag at the base where a human male's nuts would be. Gently they tease their feminine organ, making the masculine one rigid. Once at full mast, they start stroking themselves, looking at the helpless **** hungrily. Rith whines pitifully. “Please…” she begs. “Let me help. Let me have your herm cock, please….”

Sybis moves forward but you hold them off with a warning finger. “Not yet ****. First you need to give mistress something.”

“Oh yes mistress!” She opens her mouth eagerly.

“No, not that,” you tease.

“Mistress?” she wiggles desperately.

“Do you want that big Mynta cock?” Sybis is playing their part well. Their cock has grown to it’s not inconsiderable full size. Without any prompting from you, they've undone their jacket and is playing with a red tit, pinching the nipple between her fingers. Their head tentacles writhe with pleasure. Another example of your impeccable leadership. Sybis has understood your intent to entice cooperation from the **** intuitively and has begun seducing her. Either that or they're just horny. The two alternatives are not mutually exclusive.

“Yes! Please miss! Please I’ll do anything.”

“Good **** girl. Then I need you to think way back to when you mistook yourself for a person. Back when you were Agent Rith of the Sirius Syndicate. You were their spymaster, do you remember that?”

“Unnnhh…” You can almost smell the burning toast.

“Think back to a pirate named Thane. She would have been a rival to the Syndicate. What do you remember?”

It takes a long time, and it’s painful to watch. In terms of calendar days, It hasn’t been too long since she was one of the most feared criminals in the galactic under, but you know from your unfortunate internment on the Myzeta Penal Colony, time has a tendency to stretch out considerably in a **** pod. Eventually though, Rith responds.

“She was… a pirate? Yes, a pirate. She was raiding our transports. It started out small, just supplies and equipment, but then she moved onto more expensive items. ****, weapons, slaves.” She licks her lips. “We were going to send the Freedom’s End after her when she returned from her mission to recover the Explorator Cruiser on Hellno.”

A smile curls up your lips. Sure, there was never any bad blood between you and the Syndicate before your expedition to the remote planet, but you always had a delicious sense of irony. The idea that the Syndicate’s shining star would return not as a beacon of hope but a nail in their coffin amused you greatly.

“And where were you going to send the Freedom’s End?” You asked sweetly.

Rith looks a little worried now. “We… didn’t quite know yet, mistress. We believed that they were operating out of remote asteroid bases hidden along unknown jump routes, but we were never able to verify. There were reports of her group operating out of Tetrion Beta- ahhh!”

She squeals as you jerk on her hair. “Tetrion Beta?”

“Ahhh! Yes mistress! That is what this useless slut remembers from when she was[ pretending to be] a person!” With a shove you hand the **** girl off to Sybis, who is all too happy to take charge of the mind fucked agent.

”Melodia,” you say into your com unit as you march out of the storage cells. “Meet me at the targeting array. Sybis, take care of… Oh, I see you're already on it.” The intrepid Mynta has indeed anticipated your orders quite well, and has **** his cock down Rith’s throat, while the sex ****, showing an impressive control of her gag reflex, manages to stick out her tongue to tease the herms vag. “Well, you just carry on then.” You make your way out of the room as Rith’s gurgling fills the chamber.