Slaves of the Harlan Star Empire

"Shield is down!" you can hear Sarah's voice as another plasma bolt rocks your vessel. The twenty-six year old blonde yanks the steer wheel for a sharp turn, and from the cockpit's window, you can see another shot blazing past you.

"Damned thing just can't graze them!" you can hear Becca yell from the comm. The twin lasers on top of the ship under her jurisdiction. But the ship after you is a cruiser that belongs to the Harlan Star Empire. And a small frigate like your Artemis can't win a fight against it.

"Can we fucking jump now?!" Becca asks from the comm.

"Bots are still repairing the jump drive!" Sarah yells back. And after a quick turn you can see another shot going past you.

The worst thing in all is that you just stand here. In the beginning, when the harlan cruiser dropped out of hyperspace, it was easy for you to order a jump to a different location. Like drinking a cup coffee in the morning. But after the first shot hit you, and Sarah said that the hyperdrive is offline, you froze: you realized that it's game over.

You are in the middle of wild space. Your ship intentionally left here so you could get some shuteye. Earth might be at war with the harlans, but in here nobody is going to help you. What's worse is that the harlans are ruthless slavers. Their subjects minds' broken to the point that their only conscious thought is to serve their owner. And if you give up now, the same is going to happen to you.

However you either surrender now, or the harlans are going to blow your ship to pieces.

At first, you don't think you can give out an order like this. But your mouth starts to move seemingly on its own, and one by one the words come out of your mouth.

"We have to surrender," you tell them.

"What?!" Sarah and Becca asks in unison.

"We have no shields. And we don't have the armor to handle those shots," you answer. Your tone cold as ice.

"What the hell are you saying, Mel?! Those bots could repair the FTL drive any minute!" Becca snaps at you, and you can hear her actual voice too, loud enough to get through the layer of metal between the two levels.

But that is the problem with these kind of decisions: The grass is always greener on the other side. But if you look at the situation logically, you can see that the cruiser was able to hit you four times since the start of the chase, and the repair bots made no indication that they are about to finish the job. This means that if you continue to fight, your ship getting destroyed is the only logical outcome.

"No they won't, Becca," you say. "No they won't."

"Fuck!" Becca yells. Sarah however remains silent. "Just fucking fuck!" you can hear Becca again.

And you get Becca. You really do. You don't like this either. But as the captain of this vessel, you have responsibility over the lives of your crew. And you are not going to let them die. No matter the horrors that might await you.

"Open a channel, Sarah," you say, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Channel open," Sarah nods.

"This is captain Amelia Lionheart to the vessel of the Harlan Star Empire. On the behalf of the crew, I hereby tell you that we are ready to surrender. I repeat: we are ready to surrender."

For a few seconds, you can feel the tension gripping your stomach. But then the cruiser stops shooting, and they tell you to prepare to be boarded.

You turn off all essential systems with the exception of life support, lighting and artificial gravity. As the repair bots' console shuts down, you take a final glance on their progress. But the screen turns black before you could get your answer.

The cruiser extends an airlock to your vessel, and a group of warriors enter the hull. By that time all three of you are in the middle of the conference room located underneath the airlock, on your knees, your hands at the back of your necks. You didn't remove your clothes. You chose to have at least this much dignity. But as it turns out the decision was for the worse: as the blue, humanoid men stand you up right away, and they get daggers in their hands so they could cut them off from your bodies.

"Let me go you sick fucks!" Becca yells. Being a short redhead, only at the age of twenty-five, her fiery nature comes as a surprise to them. Nevertheless, the man behind her grabs her mouth, and he proceeds to cut her white shirt and green panties (as the came as a surprise, you are still in your stay at home clothes).

A stark contrast to Becca, Sarah endures in silence as the man behind her cuts off her grey shirt and blue panties. He even starts to fondle her slit seeing her erect nipples.

In the meantime, your grey shirt and yellow panties are cut off from your body by a third man. You are the oldest of the group, twenty-eight years old, and for this reason you choose to endure in silence. However the man starts to grope your breasts, then he slips his index finger inside you.

"Ahhh!" you moan from the pleasure, as the finger moves up and down. A sharp tingle, and you can feel your nipples erect. Then at a sudden, the finger leaves. Your body left wanting for the sensations.

As you come to your senses, you realize that there is a grey ballgag raised in front of you. And it's huge! You open your mouth as wide as you could, and you can feel the giant ball strapped in, your raven black hair raised up so it wouldn't be caught behind the strap. Next it is Sarah who gets gagged, she receiving a blue one. Then finally Becca gets one in the color of red, muttering something incomprehensible as it gets locked in.

"Up the ladder," you can hear the man behind you say. Due to the war between Earth and the harlans going on for years, you are not surprised that he speaks English.

You look up the ladder, and you gulp, as you realize it is the only thing that stands between you and your new life. But the warrior lands a slap on your ass "Move!", and you decide to get going, your teeth biting on the gag as you climb onboard the alien's ship.

As you step out of the docking hatch, you feel like you are onboard a human vessel. With large corridors at the shape of a square and white light illuminating the area. However you don't have a lot of time wondering about the cause behind this similarity: as you realize that there is another group of warriors next to you.

Your wrists are cuffed behind your back, and your fingers are closed in strange rubber gloves that are designed to keep your fingers in a fist. You also receive a pair of cuffs around your ankles, and you get a thick collar on your neck with a leash already attached to it.

You try to move your fingers in the gloves. But they are too tight. You also receive an injection in your neck, and you can feel that the discomfort ends that your bondage causes.

This is bad! you think to yourself. This means that they can keep you like this forever.

By that time your crew members had finished climbing up the ladder. Sarah endures the new bonds in silence. Becca however keeps yelling to her gag, as all hope for a quick escape is denied from her.

One of the warriors grabs your neck from behind, bends you down, and thrusts his cock inside you. Strange. The harlan clearly took you as sex slaves. A standard practice when it comes to their history with your kind. But somehow this still took you off guard.

"Mhmmm!!!" you groan, biting your teeth into the gag as the cock is trust again and again inside you. The only lucky thing is that you were already wet when this started. And this way your sole regret is that the harlan comes too early, and you are unable to get your orgasm.

Luckily a second man steps behind you, and he continues where the other left off. Then he is followed by a third one. And a fourth. And a fifth. You squirting all over the floor as orgasm after orgasm ripples through your body.

From time to time you take a glance at Sarah and Becca. You can see that their nipples are erect. That gives you hope that they also enjoy what's happening to them. As for Sarah, you can actually believe it, her bound form moaning from the pleasure as the men take their turns on her. Becca however struggles against her bonds like a wildcat. And even as she squirts, she doesn't stop, and one of the men has to stand her up and her until she gets to her senses.

"We will take you to your holding cells. Tomorrow each of you will be assigned to a trainer," one of the man says, and they start to escort you with your leashes.

First it is Becca who leaves the group, she tugging at her leash again and again as she is escorted to one of the adjacent corridors. After that Sarah is next, her nipples erect and a smile around her gag as she is led away. Then it is just you and the man leading you, your nipples erect too as you follow him.

After a few minutes you arrive to an empty cell, and you are escorted inside. It looks just like an EDF prison cell, with grey walls and dim white light. But instead of a bed, there is a mattress on the floor and the toilet is sunk to ground level. You can also see a piece of underwear made of rubber on the ground, with two enormous dildos that are part of the material.

"Open," the man says as your ballgag is unlocked from your mouth. You have to wet the dildos with your saliva before they would be inserted. After that, you are knelt down, and you have to give him a blowjob, then your ballgag is locked back, and with a line of semen on your chin you are left alone in the cell.

For a few minutes you just kneel there, feeling the salty taste of semen in your mouth. You remember your trail of thought about the glass being greener on the other side. However right now it truly feels that way. As all you can think of is a quick zap back to the past, so you could choose to fight it out instead of getting enslaved by the harlans.

For about an hour, you struggle in your bondage. But eventually you realize that it's senseless, and you lie down on the mattress so you could get some sleep before you are assigned to your trainer.