Things get messy

Left in the dark with only the overpowering smell of cleaning chemicals you listen to the sound of the prisoner getting fucked by the Uckerna. And boy, is she a screamer. There must be at least five walls between you. A part of you can't help but think she is intentionally being noisy just to show off. Sometimes her screams get higher pitched and you wonder if she is cumming or if the burly engineer is doing something especially sexy to her.

A few minutes after they eventually stop, the shackled prisoner walks into your dungeon. "I am supposed to get you to clean me," she informs you a little sheepish. The Uckerna has left quite a lot of cum dripping down her thighs, at least three times the amount you swallowed after sucking him off.

She gingerly sits down in the basin, wrapping her thin legs around you, and you lean forward to gently licking her tender pussy. You don't actually blame her for the deep feeling of longing in your denied pussy, and oral sex is better than no sex. She responds to your licking by scooting forward and grinding her cooter against your face. As her arousal increases, she starts stroking your hair. **** for any feeling in your pussy, you squeeze your thighs together, and the cool metal of the clamps presses into your soft skin.

As you dig your tongue into her puffy vagina to clean out the last of her cream pie, she digs her fingers into your hair and releases her savory liquid. After her orgasm, she guiltily scrambles away and leaves without a word. You lick your lips, collecting her squirted juices and the traces of her captor's salty cum.

Once more, you are alone. This time without even the sexy cries of a good hard pounding to distract you. Your knees get sore. You shift around, but your bondage doesn't let you move much.

Your next visitors are a horde of Gabbers. The three-foot aliens chitter amongst themselves in their own language. But you do recognize one of the words repeatedly clacking out of their snouts, a curse word that loosely translates to scum puddle. It was a term used to describe a place near old Gabber villages where the males would jerk off, now more commonly used to describe really shitty situations. However, when they take out their dis-proportionally large cocks you realize they are using it literally. One of them slaps buttons on the control panel to pry your mouth open and tilt your head back while the others form a loose circle around you and start stroking.

The first of the imps to cum is almost behind you and thankfully only a small amount of his disgusting jizz lands on your ear with most hitting the basin. But it is soon followed by splattering across your forehead that leaves a drop dangling in front of your right eye. The vermin keep talking as they empty their dicks, spraying whatever they want onto your face, covering you. But by jerking your head, you are usually able to wrestle against the robotic mouth spreader to keep most of their semen out of your mouth.

While one takes a break from jacking off, he looks over the control panel and starts chuckling to himself. He is joined by a chorus of laughter from the pack when he presses the button that lowers the lift, pulling you deeper into the basin. Cum splashes up as your jaw is dipped into the thin layer of spunk they've deposited. You feel new sticky jizz cling to your ears and you know your hair must be drenched in their foul splatterings.

Held against the basin you are completely at the mercy of the gremlin perverts. The little devils make sure your mouth is full of repugnant goop before they leave. When they finally free your aching jaw, you spit out what you can but a revolting taste taints your mouth. They also shift your frame back up but even with the freedom to move your head there is nothing you can do to remove their vile liquid slowly drying on your face.

Alone in the dark again, the stench of Gabber cum filling your nostrils, you miss the smell of the cleaning chemicals.

And then she walks in. Captain Thane. "I see the Gabbers found you," she sneers, turning on the lights.

"Are you shorter than me?" you ask.

She ignores your question and says "you know that orange-haired little cunt? She is now our new bartender/anal-whore."

"Its just you always put me in these bizarre positions."

She keeps ignoring you as she walks closer. Her heeled boots click on the crimson floor. "But before she had the drink tray chained to her nipples, we made a bit of a deal."

"There are ways to dominate someone taller than you without resorting to standing a floor above them. I can show you."

You win the game. She taps a button, and those tiny arms pry your mouth open, preventing you from speaking. Thane may as well have admitted defeat.

"She apparently knows the location of a Federation Explorer and told me in exchange for both of your freedoms. As you know we're in hyperspace, which technically means I abandoned my post." She looks introspectively at the wall. "Breaking a contract sets a bad example for my crew. But this is too good a prize to pass up. It really is your fault since I'm only deserting because you showed up. I'll have to punish you for that as well."

As she paces in front of you, you can just barely see her pussy underneath her tight mini skirt. You don't see any panties, but given her choice of underwear, that doesn't mean anything. There could be a thread of a thong buried in those pink folds. "Now, don't get too disappointed. I'm going to keep you around for a few weeks." Her voice is poisonously sweet. "I'm just going to pick up some specialists, then we'll drop you off on a backwater planet along the way to the Federation Explorer, maybe even unbound if you're good."

Her smug expression distorts to genuine disdain as she scrutinizes you. "Gods, you look disgusting. Didn't those buggers flush afterwards," the sadistic bitch says reaching for the panel. A torrent of icy water crashes down on you. Your body immediately tenses from the sudden cold, and it gets very hard to breath. To make your predicament worse, your head is lowered into the cold water. The pint-sized viper must have also hit the button that pulls you deeper into the neck hole. The freezing water fills your basin making a shallow tub of foul-tasting fluid, that rises to the level of your nose before the drains finally open. The **** ice bath does wash away most of the cum the Gabbers had splattered on you, but some of cumny water pools in your upturned mouth and you are **** to drink it down.

"That's better," the captain says, stepping onto the basin. She is so close you easily see up her skirt and she has to look down her cleavage at you. "But it still feels weird walking on such a demeaning surface," she comments, her heels, inches from your face, clicking against the basin. "The flush can only do so much. I suggest you use that tongue to make your little pit clean enough to eat off of. It will be a good warm up for those tongue muscles." Her devilish smile gives you a twinge of fear. "Obviously, there is some jizz you won't be able to lick up." The pointed toe of her sleek boot roughly scraps across your temple. "See?" She shows you the few drops of cum it collected before wiping it on your lip. "Much better." She painfully taps your check with her toe a few times. "Don't get too comfortable down there. You'll just be there to eat and sleep, and when I'm too busy to properly entertain you. But I will still find time to finish flogging your twat." You didn't think someone could look so evil making a pouty face, but she does while adding "And I've been down right neglecting your tits."

Just when you think things can't get any worse, the Gabbers return, not to the bathroom but whatever room is below it. You hear them skittering around your body and then feel your pussy lips being painfully pulled up by their clamps. A Gabber's cock works its way into your still wet slit. With the pitiless clamps, he forces you to ride him. Your eyes wince shut. At least, you will be cumming soon (multiple times if the number of voices cackling with laughter is any indication). Captain Cunt is silent, and when you open your eyes, you see why. She has hiked up her skirt and is squatting with her fingers spreading her pantiless pussy inches above your face.

BAD ENDING: PISS POOR PROSPECTS