5 comments/ 108168 views/ 14 favorites Slut Trap By: desirelit Jess strutted out of the bathroom, expecting to see more drooling guys. Her miniscule, tight light blue skirt was tight against her hips and ass. The glossy stockings enhanced the allure of her firm, strong legs. She had glossy, black heels on that could most politely be called hooker shoes. Her top was stretched tight against the bottom half of her full breasts. Her nipples and every curve of her breasts could be seen, if your eyes could be taken from her cleavage. Above it all she had a beautiful face with full, pouty lips, dark, curly, shoulder length hair and dark, alluring eyes. In short, she was built like a brick shit house, and it made her wet in her black thong panties to shake her ass around the mall and frustrate boys and men to the point of insanity. Making other women angry, and getting their boyfriends and husbands in trouble was also all part of the game. Jess was too busy checking herself out in any reflective surface and looking over her shoulder constantly for admirers to notice that she had gone the wrong way and was in a hallway that went back behind the bathrooms and was only for access to employee only doors. When she did notice and was about to turn around she saw some sort of donation box that caught her eye. "Diamonds for Crippled Children" it said. Pictures on the box showed amazing jewelry along with pathetic looking kids. There was a big opening for donations, big enough you could have donated your own crippled child from the looks of it, Jess thought. She looked around; making sure no one was in this almost hidden hallway. Seeing no one she tried reaching into the box through the donation slot, but as far as her arm went in, she couldn't reach the bottom. Looking around again, this time she put her head through the slot. Her arms weren't able to fit in at the same time, but she figured she'd see what was in there, and then figure out a way to get the jewelry out. If anyone had been there, they would have seen Jess bent over at the waist, her head sunk into a hold in a box at about knee level. Her legs were spread and her hands flat against the box. Her tight skirt was up high on her firm, shiny thighs, above the tops of her control top stockings. Her ass cheeks were covered, but her moist black thong was well displayed. Jess pushed her head in a bit further, extending her neck, when suddenly a padded yoke closed around it. "What the Fu-," Jess started, before a ball gag was expertly and gently slipped into her mouth. A hand pushed the back of her head down as the gag was strapped in place. Jess breathed hard, afraid and furious. She could see nothing in the dark box. She heard nothing but the din of the people of the mall in the background, and felt nothing other than the yoke and gag. The yoke...as her labored breathing brought lots of air through her nose she could smell the scents of it - leather, an array of perfumes, and the strong smell of a lot of stale sweat. Jess realized she mustn't be the first to have fallen for this trap. She whimpered as a sense of dread overtook her. The sure, strong hands that had already incapacitated her held her shapely legs apart and attached a spreader, fixed around each ankle, that kept her legs wide apart. Her arms were easily pulled above her head and bound to the yoke. She'd have no way to cover her chest or her very visible hard nipples. A black silk scarf was brought against her face and almost sensuously tied in place to cover her vision. The gentle sensation in the midst of this humiliating control made her breath hard through her nose. Being completely controlled and already spread and exposed made her aroused against her will. The knowledge that her arousal would be so easily seen by her captors, who would certainly want her as all men did, made her both terrified and even more aroused. Her captors easily took her by the yoke and ankles and she could hear them head through one of the employee only doors, leaving behind the public mall and all hope Jess had of being freed. She felt herself being lifted up, and her yoke hooked to what sounded like chains hanging from the ceiling. Another hook from the floor held her spreader bar fixed in place. Firm hands held her body while her clothing was undone and cut away. "You see the game Saturday night?" The one voice asked as he undid her skirt. "Sure, how could I miss that?" The other replied as he carefully cut her shirt down the middle. He kept a hand on her shoulder or side at all times to limit her wiggling that could harm her as she was being prepped. "I love those guys," the first man said, now removing the skirt. "They're not always winning, but they're a lot of fun." He pulled her thong just above her ass crack out and up, causing it to press hard against her pussy, then he cut it, making the strip of material that had covered her pussy, ass hole and ass crack flap in front of her. Feeling the air against her exposed sex and butt hole made her squirm with panic. The air around her filled with the smell of her wet, freshly exposed sex. The handler working her lower half pulled out the waistband of the panties and snipped it. He stepped away to look her over. Her stockings and heels were still on, but the skirt and panties were disposed of. The handler for her upper body snipped away her bra at the shoulders and unhooked it, letting it fall away. Her big tits and hard nipples bounced free, serving to further Jess' panic and arousal. She was confident now that these men would fuck her. Men who had fucked a lot of women restrained like her. Men, not the boys she typically had to deal with. She fought the slut deep inside of her, struggling to maintain some decency, knowing she shouldn't want this to happen. Instead of the feeling she anticipated, or maybe hoped for - a cock, or a tongue or fingers using her, pleasuring the owner and her, she felt metal clamps quickly hold hard to her nipples. She screamed against her ball gag, her eyes bulging behind the scarf covering here eyes. Fear of what might come only made the blood swell even more to her imprisoned nipples. Now something new gripped her nipples, and then she felt an intense feeling of pain as both nipples were pierced through, and rings hung from each now permanently erect nipple. The upper body handler moved around behind Jess and grabbed her hips. Instead of pulling away Jess tried to push her bare ass back toward him, her only hope and instinct now to try to feel pleasure amidst this humiliation and pain. The other handler expertly applied the clamp to her clitoral hood and pierced it as well, leaving a matching ring hanging. Jess panted, trying to regain some sort of control as one of the handlers manipulated a small remote control and some monitoring equipment to verify that the pleasure/pain rings were functional and responding to the remote. Slut Trap Ch, 02 As the handler tested the pleasure/pain rings that hung from Jess' nipples and clitoral hood she felt a tingly sense of pleasure flow from her breasts and pussy through her chest and stomach and thighs, then all over her body. The pleasure built until her crotch throbbed and leaked. Her muscles contracted and she wiggled as much as she could in her suspended yoke restraint. Now, somehow, the pleasure went up yet another notch. She could feel every heartbeat and breath, and intense waves of pleasure crashed against her body making her fingers and toes curl, her ass cheeks clench and her head shake. As the handlers expertly tested the remote on Jess she felt the intense pleasure slowly ebb, allowing her to breath and savor the aftershocks of her orgasm. The pleasure/pain settings continued to push toward pain, and Jess could feel almost an itch develop in her permanently hard nipples and still throbbing clit. She squirmed at the sensation, which now became a burning. Jess grunted in alarm and shook her tits and gyrated her hips, trying to find something to rub her exposed pussy on. Now it felt like pins were poking her clit and nipples. Jess couldn't stop grunting and moaning, one would assume from pain only, if they didn't notice her soaked thighs. She writhed, desperately seeking relief. "You can stop the test there," a new voice, that of a trainer, said to the disinterested handlers. "Any more and I think this slut would pass out. This was a good catch," he said. The trainer took the remote and the handlers left the room to get cleaned up and attend to newly captured sluts. As they passed the offices meetings and calls could be overheard where sluts were ordered, research was done on client desires and interests and training orders were written up and assigned. The trainer approached Jess, reading over the training orders. He needed to condition her to behave and respond as the women of the intended owner's fantasy and favorite porno movies and stories. This one would be fairly conventional, as far as they went. A complete slut, always happy to suck and fuck, no modesty or sense of shame, aroused by the reassuring words of her owner. There was just one thing she'd need some special treatment for. "I need a tongue machine in training bay 3," the trainer said into a wireless ear piece he wore. Jess heard his voice and spun to face him, though she could not see through the scarf covering her eyes. Sweat covered Jess, giving her skin a shine like that of the control top stockings and heels she still wore, the only clothing that had been left on her, and the shine of her pleasure/pain rings hanging from her nipples and clit hood. The sweat matted her hair against her face, and soaked the yoke she wore. Her full breasts had a beautiful shine to them as they heaved, shaking the rings hanging from her freshly pierced nipples. Her mind, finally relieved of the sensations of pain and pleasure raced with thoughts of what lay ahead for her in the hands of these men so willing to harshly and casually handle her, expose her, torture and pleasure her. The trainer undid Jess' blindfold. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light and she tried to make sense of where she was and what she saw. The trainer smiled at her and moved on to undo the ball gag, which popped from her mouth, dripping saliva. "A lovely sight," the trainer said, admiring her swollen lips, sweat covered face and mouth dripping with spit, as if a hard cock had just been pulled from her mouth. Jess' eyes bulged with confusion, excitement and terror at the smiling trainer. Her lower stomach tightened and her upper inner thighs quivered. "Jess, you're a very lucky young slut," the trainer told her as he admiringly extended his hand to her pussy and started fingering and flicking her soaked sex. Jess gasped, trying to force her hungry body down to get more contact. "You've been purchased for a wealthy, handsome and very nice young man. Now you and I will train you for your life of sexual servitude and pleasure. "I...I don't understand," Jess said, even as she squirmed her hips to accentuate the feel of the trainers touch on her lips, her slit, her clit. "You're controlled by shame and guilt. And your sexual hunger has been repressed. Before you were captured you thought you were a slut. You will be so much more of a slut when we're done with you. The pleasure of your master will give you pleasure, his displeasure will give you pain. And together we will shape you to be the woman of his fantasies." At that moment handlers moved the tongue machine he had ordered up. It was an electric wheel, like that of a table saw, but instead of metal saw teeth sticking out there were four large, floppy silicone tongues. "Jess, you will be a slut, overcome with desire, passion that exceeds your self restraint, a desperate need for the cock of your master in your pussy and mouth. You need his pleasure, the throbbing of his imminent release, the taste of his semen shooting into your mouth or on his cock as it pulls from your pussy. And the act that will completely bind you to your master, to enslave you to him beyond any good sense or cognitive wishes you may have, will be the feel of his tongue working your asshole." Jess blinked and her eyes bulged as the handlers moved the tongue machine to line up with her ass. She realized she was about to have this mechanized oral sex machine work her ass, it's big floppy tongues sliding up her ass crack and butt hole, and there was nothing she could do about it. "It will be a rare thing for a man to want to lick the asshole of a slut like you intensely, to push his tongue up past your tight hole until he's fucking you in the ass with it. So that is what we'll use to lock you forever with your master. The one who will do that to you will be the one we're training you for." The trainer turned on the machine, and Jess could hear it whir to life. Her butt cheeks and asshole clenched over and over in expectation. The handlers slowly moved the machine in place. The four silicone tongues dipped into a reservoir of lubrication and flopped around as the wheel spun. Jess felt it splash against her ass, then a breeze from the movement of the machine against her butt hole, then the feeling of a large, wet tongue sloshing up her ass crack and hard up against her asshole before flopping past her body and the next one repeating the experience. It continued without fatigue, threatening to never stop. "For now we'll train you to love what he loves, to be able to endure hours and hours of pleasure, and to please a man with no consideration for yourself." With that the trainer turned up the pleasure on her pleasure/pain rings and set it to correspond to the contact by the tongue machine. Before long Jess felt an intense, warm, sucking sensation on her nipples and clit each time a giant tongue sloshed up her well-lubricated, shiny ass crack. The trainer's fingers plunged in and out of Jess' soaked cunt, juicing the cum from her noisily, even over the sound of her moans and the sound of the industrial strength tongue machine. Jess pressed on, exhausted, but craving more, eagerly anticipating each contact of a tongue with her asshole, knowing her whole body would shake with ecstasy at each contact. Again and again orgasms grew from the depths of her soaked cunt to grow up through her stomach, down her thighs, around her hips and ass, up over her breasts, up her neck, to explode throughout her as it's tendrils extended electrical currents through her face and toes and fingers. Slut Trek 1: Pleasure Planet Dedicated to Pandawoo for his artwork in general and Randy Alien 2 in particular * * * * * Captain Jamie T. Clit leaned back in her luxurious captain's chair and waited as the scans of this star system were being done. She crossed and uncrossed her bare legs and pulled down on her shirt. The current Slut Fleet uniform was a casual one that specified a small sweater and nakedness from the midriff down save for a leather tool belt and a pair of boots. "Captain," cried out Suck, her Vulvan First Officer, "The planet is an idyllic Earth-like planet, but the scans have not detected any intelligent life forms. However, we are reading some strange energy signatures in the crust." "What do you recommend, Suck?" "An away team would give us an accurate portrayal of these signatures from up close and would help in determining their exact nature." "Sounds good. Suck, you are beaming down with me," said the Captain and, after tapping a key on her keyboard, "Doctor Boner, you will accompany us on the away team to the planet surface." *** The away team materialised on the planet's surface with the early morning sun shining on their lithe bodies. A soothing bird cry rang out from a nearby glade. "Captain, these..." "Please call me Jamie, Suck." interrupted the Captain. "Captain," First Officer Suck continued unperturbed, "these two in red uniforms are Ensign Spitz and Ensign Swa Lo. They are in Engineering and Chief Engineer Horny wishes that they obtain some real world experience." "I can see that. Charmed," said the captain. Slut Fleet instilled discipline among its ensigns by requiring them to shave their pubic hair. This was more or less visible in the current uniform. Jamie shook her head. Her short and curvy hair, being attached to her head, followed its movements up and down. "We are going to split into three parties. Suck, you and Ensign Spitz will go on in that direction. It looks as if there is a lake there; that might help your scans. Jamie T. Clit took a deep breath and looked around the green field once again. Thunder rolled somewhere even though the sky was cloudless and appeared especially clear. "Boner, you and... Was it Wah Low?" "Swa Lo, Captain," corrected the Ensign. "Boner, you and Ensign Swa Lo will go in the opposite direction. Myself, I will survey this particular spot. We will all rendezvous here in two hours." "Aye aye, Captain," the Ensign saluted sharply. "And Boner?" said the Captain. "Jamie?" "At ease, man. Seriously." Jamie pulled down on her sweater making her hemline almost reach down to her navel, but it pulled itself back up again. The three parties set out for their respective objectives. *** "Have you been in Slut Fleet long, Doctor?" asked Ensign Swallow. She was in the vanguard, so she turned her pony tailed head to look at her superior officer. Doctor Boner made no reply. He was focusing on Ensign Swallow's well-tanned ass and the way it swayed as she bounded forward in the strides of a redshirt on her first away mission. "Doctor Boner?" repeated Swallow. "Oh, yes. I've served for ten years on various ships. My first one was HMS Penetration captained by Stud Archer himself. I was only assigned to HMS Enterass last year," droned off Boner. "Well, HMS Enterass is my first ship," said the redshirt excitedly. "I am, like, so intimidated. The ships I served on at the academy were much older and smaller than these. Anyways, these woods remind me of the ones around my grandfather's farm. I once went camping and was bitten by these mosquitoes and, like, totally swelled up. I am, like, so allergic to their bites." "Hmm? Indeed," said the still preoccupied Doctor. "I sure am glad there are no mosquitoes here. I can just imagine how horrible I'd look the next time I show up for duty if I got bitten," prattled off Swallow as an ominous buzz arose around them. A black insectoid cloud converged on Swallow and ignored her best efforts to push it away with her hands. The bugs stung her long legs, her flat stomach, her smooth back, and her rounded ass. The tunic offered some protection, but a few of the mosquitoes managed to get past it. Boner tried his best to help the redshirt, but his slaps on her ass did nothing but redden it further. A mosquito flew up Swillow's nose and she began sneezing like crazy. The doctor kind-heartedly circled her trying to clear the bugs from both her ass and her pubic region when Swa Lo sneezed on him. The cloud withdrew as quickly as it came, leaving the poor ensign sneezing and covered in a milliard of tingling bites. Boner brushed off some mucus off his shirt. Suddenly, a giant translucent monster akin to an amoeba materialised before the perplexed pair. It extended its pseudopods and approached at an unexpectedly brisk pace. Boner managed to run a couple metres to the side, but the still-dazed ensign was engulfed by the now transparent bacterium. He watched in horror as the equally surprised creature tried to osmose Ensign Swa Lo. The Ensign was engulfed up to her breasts in the rubbery skin of the amoeba when it began extending tendrils into her orifices. It pushed hard into her pussy, her ass, and even made a lacklustre attempt to penetrate her in the navel. A few moans escaped Swa Lo's lips as the walls of the tendrils began to vibrate in a desperate attempt to absorb her, the seemingly indigestible object. Swa Lo began panting and not just because the creature was obstructing her breathing. The shaking tendrils in her pussy brought her to a climax just as Boner shook the blank expression from his face and unclipped a hazer from his tool belt. He shot the creature not a moment too soon - it was about to cover Swallow's face. Fifteen seconds of continuous fire made its cellular walls disintegrate and the cytoplasm followed the laws of gravity to the ground with an enormous splash. With the amoeba - its own shock unknown to the two humans - sent to peaceful oblivion, all seemed almost well. "Damn! This monster goo has made my tunic transparent. I hope nothing happens to my hair..." swore the Ensign and tried to dry herself doggy style. Boner walked up and helped her dry her back. Out of curiosity, he gathered some of the goo onto his finger and tasted it. "By Jim! This tastes very good," he exclaimed. "Taste it," he then said, unintentionally phrasing it as order. Boner gathered some more of the goo from her back with his hand and moved it towards the Ensigns mouth. Instead of taking it off his hand, Swillow licked it off and looked at him expectantly. The Ensign slurped up the next load all up and smiled. "Drying isn't the only thing one can do doggy style," said the doctor in an unneeded attempt to be witty and licked off goo all the way down her backbone. When he reached her butt crack, he straightened and pushed his proverbial boner into her welcoming cunt as she arched her back and began moaning once again. *** Jamie Clit thought idly about the rendezvous scans and made intermittent follow-up scans of the area. Nothing interesting showed up, so she let her thoughts wonder elsewhere. The particular place to which her thoughts were drawn was the current conflict between the United Federation of Orgies and the Hardon Empire. Having nothing to do, her limbs unconsciously practised the defensive manoeuvres taught at the Slut Fleet Academy. About to make another scan, she became aware of this and consciously stopped the waste of energy. A serious of grunts and boasts in Hardon issued from the bushes to her left. A Hardon warrior in full battle armour walked out of the bushes in front of her. Another one joined his comrade in the clearing behind her. "Q'apla, Federation bitch. I am Bash'tard son of Big'tard!" hollerred the one in front. "There is no challenge in killing you. You force us to fuck you beforehand in order to derive just a little pleasure from this!" Bash'tard strode up to Jamie as her hands assumed a defensive position and were directed with great force at his chin. The Hardon behind her swung the balance back in their favour by pinning her arms and only grinned more when she swung the back of her skull against the rippled front of his. "You will pay for that, Federation bitch," he said and twisted Jamie's nipples through the uniform. "Bah, your nipples aren't even pierced. No self-respecting Hardon has unpierced nipples past the age of twelve," ranted Bash'tard while the captain winced. With his comrade holding Jamie by the waist and pinning her arms, Bash ripped off her weaponry belt. He then grabbed her knees and spread her legs. After unstrapping his codpiece, he pulled out and stroked his nine-inch Hardon cock. Being satisfied that the "Federation bitch" was duly impressed and/or horrified, he rammed it in. Jamie's pussy walls were over-stimulated by Bash's penis ridges and her face went through a thousand expressions in a blink of an eye. "Aaaaaaaaaaaoh," cried Jamie. "Aooooooooooow," was what she followed up with when Bash's Hardon companion penetrated her ass with a ridged hard-on comparable to Bash's in size. The pain subsided and pleasure took over Jamie's neural impulses as the two Hardons pounded her ass and pussy. She began enjoying the ride when both Hardons shot their loads of hot cum from points nine inches inside her. Pissed, Jamie took advantage of their slackened holds and, grabbing a dagger out of Bash's belt, cut his throat. As his knees gave in and he slumped to the ground, she turned around and stabbed Bash's comrade in his heart. They dissolved into nothingness as suddenly as they had come, leaving the noticeably acidic jism deep inside Jamie as the only proof that they had ever existed. Jamie fell on her sore ass. She picked up her belt, stood up, and went looking for Boner in something close to the wrong direction. *** First Officer Suck was leading the way and making scans every 5.3 metres. Ensign Spitz was following her and giggling every 5.3 metres. After they walked half a klick or so, Suck turned to face the bare-pussied recruit and inquired if something was the matter. Not asked. Inquired. "Nothing," mumbled Spitz and looked down. "Are you sure, Ensign?" asked Suck as she stared past Spitz's shoulder at the shadow that seemed to have been following them for quite some time. The rocky patch they were in yielded no answers, but it seemed that the planet just turned a lot colder. Or so thought Suck's already-pointed Vulvan nipples. Ominous cumulonimbus clouds gathered in the distance. They walked to the next scanning point and Spitz, unperturbed by the clouds, giggled again. "Are you sure nothing's the matter, Ensign?" "Nothing at all, First Officer," answered Spitz deferentially. "M'am? What's wrong?" she asked a moment later. A rush of air against her back was the only answer. Spitz turned around with the enthusiastic curiosity unique to redshirts. A nebulous grey shape was bearing down on her at an unbelievable speed. It seemed surreally detached from the world temporally, dimensionally, or in a yet to be named manner.. When the entity impacted Ensign Spitz, its brownish tentacle was not as much pushed into her cunt as she was impaled on it due to the sheer difference in momentums. The infinitesimally small amount of time it took for the collision to occur gave First Officer Suck enough time to turn, so the unrounded tentacle that she was fated to feel writhing inside her bored up her ass. The scene froze for the duration of an eye blink and the two hapless Slut Fleet crewmembers hung in space. The creature rearranged the cartilaginous internal structure of its tentacles, eliciting a gasp from Spitz, and began to mercilessly pound Spitz's cunt and Suck's ass. It fucked the pair as though it was the personification of raw sexual energy trapped in the brains of all sexual mammals. Spitz and Suck could not help but be aroused as the being masterfully rubbed the erogenous zones they new nothing about. The very nature of space seemed to change around the all-penetrating tentacles to create a sensation of such sexual gratification that the two became entranced as the cummed over and over and craved to be pounded eternally by the mysterious entity. Illusionary hours after the sodomy of Suck and the fucking of Spitz began, the tentacles began discharging litres of a viscous liquid. The fluid dynamics of it were such that each wave of it triggered a simultaneous climax in both. By the time that Spitz's and Suck's insides were nearing bursting point, their three companions arrived to the scene simultaneously and unholstered their hazers. Three maximum-intensity hazer beams finished and annihilated the creature. The destruction of their uninvited sexual benefactor filled the victims' heads with thoughts of bloody revenge, but they were too exhausted to carry through on them. Jamie flipped open her Communicator. "Enterass, stand by to beam up five people on my word. Is everyone all right?" checked the Captain. Affirmative groans issued from everyone in the group. Jamie brought the communicator up to her lips and was about to complete her order when the landscape changed again. A shimmering golden quality permeated the environs and a translucent hologram of a humanoid female appeared. One could describe her as nude or naked, but the way she carried herself suggested that clothes would look as out of place on her as hydrogen ice on a star. Her long white hair, both pubic and otherwise, billowed in the breeze. Keeping her arms well away from her smooth dark body, she spoke with an icy and all-penetrating voice. "Welcome to the Pleasure Planet, visitors. I am DeepThought, Eternal Guardian. Our user interface synthesises manifestations of thoughts that enter your conscious minds and can be easily controlled. Unfortunately, your party seems to have been unable to keep your thoughts in check and has placed itself into unnecessary perils. That is all I have to say and it's far more than I usually say. Adieu." DeepThought dissolved into nothingness. Jamie T. Clit brought the communicator up to her lips again. "Enterass, belay that order. Send the crew down for shore leave with the following instructions... *** The Captain sat in her ready room with an ice bag on her aching pussy and her legs on the table. The door chimed. "Enter," said Jamie and watched Suck do the dictionary definition of the word. "Captain." "Report, Suck," said Jamie tiredly. "Yes, Captain. Ensign Swa Lo has recovered with the ministrations of Doctor Boner in the sick bay." Ensign Spitz has been impregnated by the entity that she and I encountered. Section 69 of Slut Fleet Intelligence has requested that no abortion be performed and will pick up any progeny that results shortly after we arrive on Earth. My own injuries are insignificant. No critical situations occurred during the general shore leave," droned off Suck in a rapid succession. "I see. Thank you, Suck. Actually, I still don't understand one thing." "Captain?" "Ensign Swa Lo was ravaged by insects because she speculated about that happenning. The giant amoeba materialised because of Doctor Boner's well-hidden fear of germs. I was, uhm, accosted by Hardons because I was contemplating Hardon-Federation relations. What, in Murphy's name, was it that sodomised you and Spitz?" "I believe that I know the answer, Captain," said Suck thoughtfully. "Well?" "As you and everyone in the Quadrant know, Vulvans become obsessed with mating every seven days. However, that is not the whole truth. When Vulvans enter puberty, they become obsessed with sex on a continuous basis and with far greater instensity than most species." Suck breathed deeply, her magnificent breasts heaving upwards, and continued. "Our civilisation didn't develop until we learned to sublimate our sex drive into superrational thought because before that we spent every waking moment fucking. Fucking each other, fucking our predators, fucking our slain prey, fucking plants, etc. However, this sublimation is a long and arduous process and takes many years to complete. A Vulvan is not considered an adult until they have crystal clear minds six days of the week and are in a mating frenzy on the seventh day exclusively." Suck paused again. "The price of such sexual repression is that Vulvans develop a state inbetween what other species term the Conscious and the Subconscious. This Intraconscious contains all our sexual desires and fetishes wrapped up in one cloud that is dark and impenetrable six days out of seven. I am guessing that the UI of the Pleasure Planet mistook mine for Conscious thought and created a manifestation of it." "Ah. Was the molesting creature technically raping you?" analysed the tired Jamie. "It was rape in Spitz's case, Captain. As for mine, the answer depends on several fuzzy definitions." "Thank you, Suck. You may go." "Captain, may I speak freely?" asked Suck and peered intently at Captain's ice bag. "Yes, of course, Suck." "We, Vulvans, experience a lot of very rough sex in our youth and have learned nonpareil techniques for healing sexual injuries. I may be able to apply them to you, Jamie." "No, thanks, I can manage. Wait... Jamie, eh? Be my guest," said the Captain and removed the icebag from her swollen pussy. Suck dropped to her knees before the spread legs of Jamie T. Clit and pinched her thighs. "Damn, Suck, the fucking pain is gone," said the surprised Captain. Suck silently mouthed an ice cube and licked Jamie's pussy lips. The Captain gasped and Suck pushed her tongue past her labia. She applied her cooling tongue to the blistering walls and calmed down the jangled nerve endings. After a minute or so of Suck's medicinal licking, Jamie's cunt was in perfect health. "With your permission, I will ease the pain in your ass next." "Yes, definitely yes." "The seventh day has begun an hour ago, Jamie, so we could swell them up again if you know what I mean," continued the First Officer. "Oh, Suck..." Slut Trek 2: Encounter at KYgel 7 Dedicated to Russkere for his artwork in general and "Klingonned Andorian" in particular * * * * * "You may drive a hard bargain, cap'n," said the merchant through his unkempt beard, "but there are only so many deuterium dealers on this neutral station. One, to be precise. Me." Jamie T. Clit, Captain of HMS Enterass, rested her chin on her hands and peered at the self-satisfied trader. He tweaked his collar and shifted in the chair. "Point taken, Mr. Monopoly'gammee. What do you want in exchange for a tonne of deuterium?" spoke Jamie and took a deep breath. "Some primitive currency? Chests of gold? Ten herds of cows?" "Please, cap'n, nothin' so crude. All I desires is a night with ya mighty divine body." "Ah," said Jamie tactfully and recrossed her legs. She looked at her compatriots at the table. Suck, the First Officer, was sitting to her right and looking very nonchalant. Lieutenants Stickov and Sultry were sharing a chair to her left. The redshirt that accompanied them was nowhere to be seen. "I'll even throw in a few Nibbles," offered Monopoly'gammee. He was losing his poker face. Deuterium was easy to come by on KYgel if one knew how to look. "Nibbles?" asked Suck, very surprised at her ignorance of the matter. "They make very cute pets. Ya'll love 'em. Honest," mumbled the flustered deuterium dealer. Nibbles were even easier to come by on KYgel than Deuterium. "Here's my final counter-offer, Mr. Mono," said the Captain in a surgically precise tone. Suck casually unholstered her hazer in a manner that drew Mr. Mono's attention. "You will provide us with two standard tonnes of deuterium and those Nibbles that you speak of. In exchange, Lieutenant Sultry over here will suck you off." "Captain?" yelped Sultry. She had been lost in thoughts about the specific itchiness of her chair on her bare ass and the general unsavouriness of the space station. "You heard me, Sultry. We do need that deuterium to get back to Earth," replied the Captain matter-of-factly. "Aye, aye," mumbled the Lieutenant and muttered quietly as she got under the table. "The things I do for Slut Fleet." *** Jamie relaxed back in her cool bridge chair. Lieutenant Sultry had asked to be relieved and was sulking back in her quarters. Fortunately for the Captain, the cooing brown-furred Nibble in her hand was doing a wonderful job of taking her mind off that problem. "Captain, Ensign Prude has not returned from the station yet," reported Suck. Her thought sequence interrupted, the Captain dropped the soft Nibble in her bare lap and looked in the direction of the voice. "Huh?" "Ensign Prude, the redshirt that accompanied to the station, has not returned. She is not responding to her communicator and a Hardon ship..." "Whoa!" interjected Captain Clit. Jamie's Nibble was the indirect source of this particular interruption. Its sensitive olfactory senses picked up on the closeness of the Captain's warm vagina and it edged towards the lovely organ. When in range, the furry creature unrolled out a warm tongue into the human's pussy. "What the hell?" The Nibble locked onto her flesh with its toothless mouth and gave her no choice in the matter. It pushed its thin red tongue up to Jamie's cervix, dragging its rough tip past her pussy walls. Having established its limits, it proceeded to lick the insides of her cunt with what would be termed great skill if its real goal were bringing her to orgasm. It wasn't. Next to the Navigation console, Lieutenant Stickov was getting the blowjob of his life from a grey-furred Nibble that had wrapped its tongue around the tip of Stickov's shaft. The Nibble's lips were working on his cock tip while the tongue squeezed sideways along its curved path and licked Stickov's balls. Completing the scene, a black-with-white-spots Nibble was driving Communications Officer Assura towards ecstasy behind the Captain's chair. Suck was the only one not being petted by a Nibble pet for this day was one of the six in a week on which she suppressed her sex drive. She stood at her post and waited for the orgy to subside, lifting an eyebrow at the more evocative of the cries of carnal joy. The low temperature setting in the ship's climate controls caused her to rub her sides frequently and to keep her legs close together. *** A large invisible hand drew itself over Ensign Prude's mouth and dragged her backwards into a side corridor away from the main Enterass party. A few passerbies stared, but strange locomotion methods weren't that uncommon on KYgel 7 and they could live with one that featured the person bend backwards, defy gravity, and humph as their leather boots dragged on the ground. Based on the way her unclothed pelvis stuck out, it was probably a mating season thing. The dragging ended in a dark corridor next to a docking bay. The hyperventilating blue-skinned redshirt was let down onto the floor. Her legs sprawled and she passed out. The abductor visibled himself as a Hardon in a rather unconventionally technological outfit. Four other Hardons emerged from the shadows. "Good work, Tear'ass son of Big'ass. She'll do. The only copy of our new cloaking design works perfectly," said the biggest of the four in the usual Hardon roar. Ensign Prude's legs shook. "It was an honour," replied Tear'ass stiffly. "Another great task is about to be beset on you." "I live to serve," uttered Tear as the standard reply. "HMS Enterass, the flagship of the Federation scum, is docked on this insignificant border station." "Yes, my liege." "You will join the weaklings as they return from shore leave to their pathetic scrap of metal. Once on board, you will rape and dishonour them. You will then leave the laughable vessel behind and return to the great Hardon Empire." "By Cuntful, the Federation whores shall know true fear!" oathed the cloak-possessing Hardon and left. The big Hardon chuckled and picked up the whimpering Ensign Prude by one of her trembling legs. He slung her limp Andorian form over his shoulder and lumbered back to his own ship in wide strides. *** "What happened?" asked the Captain as she came to. "You, Lieutenant Stickov, and Comm Officer Assura collapsed of sexual exhaustion last night," replied the ever-vigilant Suck. "Oh yeah. Those Nibbles are wonderful with the little details..." trailed off the Captain, shaking the fuzziness out of her mind. "I would like to bring to your attention the fact that there are eight times as many of them now." "Eh? Give them out to people or something. I need some real sleep," stated the Captain in a stupour from the turbolift that she had just entered. The doors closed. Suck pondered this for a while and delegated the handing out of Nibbles to the morning crew. She flipped open her communicator. "Suck to Doctor Boner. I need you on the bridge." *** Lieutenant Sultry entered her quarters and collapsed on the sofa in quiet rage. The Captain had made her give head to that repellent KYgelian. The filthy trader certainly wasn't up to a Neanderthal's hygiene standards and hers were a bit higher to say the least. She loved and respected Jamie, but there are some things one shouldn't ask of one's loyal followers. Placing a disgusting KYgellian's dick into her mouth was one of them. She massaged her forehead and, opening her eyes, lifted one of her long legs into the chilling cabin air. Sultry removed one of her boots and ran her hands along the leg back to her ass. Her other leg received the same treatment. The sofa supported the weight of Sultry's tool belt and Nibble as Sultry herself departed for her doorless bathroom. Once there, Sultry thumped down on her toilet teleporter and started it. It evacuated the fecal matter from her lower intestines and moved some fat about her body based on the "ideal body" profile she had made when she first moved in. The Lieutenant thought for a while and programmed the toilet to remove the semen that she swallowed. This would probably be noted in her medical records as bulimia and Doctor Boner could get unreasonable, but... She switched her shower from sonic to water even though that took a huge bite out of one's energy rations and entered it. The water droplets, manipulated by subspace fields, bombarded her from all six sides. Back in the main room, the doors opened. The gold-furred Nibble on Sultry's sofa growled at the empty space outside the doors. It quieted down after being flung across the room. "FUCK!" swore Sultry back in the shower. She had forgotten to take off her tunic and it was completely soaked now. The unnecessary yellow garment clung to her skin and felt very heavy on her large breasts. While Sultry was getting pissed in the shower stall, the invisible Hardon entered the bathroom. He spied the Lieutenant in the shower. Sultry's arms were resting on the opposing wall and her hair was soaked through and hanging over her face. Her body was being battered by multidirectional streams of water; her straight back, her still clothed above-average breasts, and her spread and well-muscled legs. "What now?" asked Sultry when she heard the footsteps behind her and turned her head to watch. Her liquid soap levitated off a shower shelf and was poured itself into her asscrack. An empty phallic shape appeared in the water droplets next to her ass to which it slowly drew itself. By the time this Hardon-sized penis reached her sphincter, an Hardon-sized body appeared in the water and two invisible hands grasped and pulled apart her small butt cheeks. Tear'ass son of Big'ass roared a battlecry and pushed his ridged cock cm by cm into the Federation officer. It took almost thirty seconds for him push the phallus in its entirety into the inviolate ass of Lieutenant Sultry. Having accomplished this great task, he dug his hands into Sultry's buttocks and began making powerful thrusts into the Lieutenant. He drew it out and stretched his victim's ass before he finally came in large spurts into her clean orifice. Tear switched off the water as he pulled out and covered Sultry's back in cum with the last great spurt. Satisfied, Tear'Ass left Sultry lying on the heated floor of the shower stall and departed. A minute later, the door chimed. Two male security officers entered Sultry's quarters. "Lieutenant Sultry," cried out one of them, "You have used up inordinate amounts of water. Are you all right?" A weak no sounded from the bathroom. "Sultry's fucking hot," whispered the other one. "I'd love to get into her pants." Naturally, these pants were metaphorical. The Slut Fleet uniform code was quite clear on the clothing that is required and pants were nowhere on its list. Neither were skirts, shorts, bikini bottoms, and - most importantly - panties. No clothing interfered with the security's getting into Sultry's pants when they found her whimpering on the bathroom floor. *** Ensign Prude woke up on the Hardon bridge and lifted her head. A gas giant was on the viewscreen. "She wakes!" a voice right behind her bellowed. She turned her antennaed head and saw the face of the Hardon captain on whose crotch she was sitting. "Welcome to the crew, Slut Fleet slut. Your new position is Captain's Fuck'Toy." "Fuck'Toy? I warn you, Hardon, Federation won't stand for this," murmured Prude meekly. "The Federation? The Federation will take anything we push up her ass and smile. They have no HONOUR," thundered the Captain. "Now, it's time to break you in, Fuck'Toy!" With this, the Hardon flung aside his already unstrapped codpiece and grabbed the redshirt by her smooth blue thighs. He pushed her down onto his hard and impressive - even for a Hardon - cock and pushed into her sky-blue pussy. His ridged penis didn't fail to produced the desired effect and soon the Enterass crewmember was moaning with his every thrust. She had been a virgin up to that point in her life, a very strange thing in a culture that took free love seriously and found tentacled monsters on every planet, and yet the horror of all of this was not making her afraid. It was not the certainty that Captain Jamie T. Clit would rescue her that filled her head with hope but rather the giddy exhilaration of being fucked by a strange alien on an unfriendly vessel and enjoying every minute of it. Ensign Prude climaxed and her unusually tight pussy contracted on the Hardon's cock. "Tried to contract" would have been a better phrase, for humans had not had a chance to adapt to Hardon penises and the Captain was a giant among his kind. Her muscles tightened and spasmed and she rode out his ejaculation into post-coital bliss. The cum of Big'One, as he was about to introduce himself, baptised Prude into Fuck'Toy; she swung from one extreme to another in a blink of a one-eyed-monster. "This Fuck'Toy's loving this or my name is not Big'One son of Already'Done," boasted the Captain. "Cumwine Officer, tattoo her well!" It was customary on Hardon ships to tattoo onto their Fuck'Toys the uniforms they were captured in. Naturally, this was easier with the skimpily dressed humans than with the fully covered Ribulons or the body-armoured Shaftassians. Bulge, the Cumwine Officer, approached the former Ensign who was still impaled on the slowly shrinking Big'One. Resting one hand on her knee, he scanned her tunic into his tattooer, carefully moving one breast and then the other to get down all the details. He reached for Fuck'Toy's hemline, but she whipped her tunic off before he got the chance to touch it again and grinned maniacally. Raucous laughter resonated around the bridge as the redshirt got rid of the ponytail that no longer suited her personality. While Fuck'Toy was still holding her arms in a convenient position, the Cumwine Officer applied the tattoo of Ensign Prude's uniform to Fuck'Toy's body. In the meantime, the Hardon Captain was getting into a mean mood. Enthusiasm was all well and good, but this was approaching insubordination. He took out a ceremonial heated rapier out of a chair-mounted scabbard and set its temperature to maximum. Grabbing Fuck'Toy's breasts with one hand, he deftly punctured both of the redshirt's nipples with the red-hot blade. She didn't expect this. With one strike, Big punctured Ensign Prude's bubble of elation and instantaneously crushed her back to the old personality. Her mouth turned to the o-shape of surprise and betrayal and she slumped in the chair. The Cumwine Officer completed his work by putting rings into Prude's agonized nipples, stringing a chain between them, and tattooing Fuck'Toy's title above her navel. In Ensign Prude's mind, this always happened to her. She'd get comfortable with a something new and someone would ruin it. It happened back home on And/or, it happened back in the Academy, it happened on Enterass, and now it happened her. Every attempt she made of reaching out to other people got shot down. The crushed woman slid onto the misty floor of the Hardon ship, her pussy letting go of the Captain's cock with an audible pop. The Captain held out a pair of chain-mail panties before her widened eyes. "This is my way of ensuring that I am the only one who fucks my Fuck'Toy," said he, pulling the redshirt back up. "Now go and feed on my men's cum, Fuck'Toy, as is proper. That's the only nourishment you are going to get from now on, so you better feed well," said the Hardon Captain as he locked the cold metal underwear into position. He pushed the Fuck'Toy towards a corridor towards the mess hall and resumed his Captaining, a task consisting mostly of exchanging insults with the female crewmembers and browbeating his officers into submission. *** Crew rotation resulted in that morning's bridge shift consisting entirely of female redshirts. Ensign Swa Lo had just been decorated with Zero of Starfleet award and was in command of Ensigns Thai't and Beri Whet at the helm and Ensign Licker at the communications console. First Officer Suck and Doctor Boner were whispering by the turbolifts while Nibbles were entertaining the morning shift. "You were right to call me Suck," said the smirking Doctor. "This looks like a fun party to join." "That's not why I called you here, Boner," replied the perpetually calm Suck. "If you would care to notice, there are over a hundred Nibbles on the bridge. We brought five on board. At this rate, the Enterass will become stuffed with them in two days." "Suck, that problem's as easy as Lieutenant Sultry. A critter as simple as one that takes in bodily fluids and spits out copies of itself can be safely sterilised with radiation. Is that all?" "Yes, Doctor Boner, thank you," answered Suck and was lost in thought. "Good," snapped back the Doctor testily and descended towards Swa Lo. She was leaning back in the Captain's chair, her mouth open and her eyes closed, kneading her red uniform. The little furball that was wrapped around her pelvis was sucking her wet pussy dry. The Doctor stroked his erection and, seeing her lack of interest, picked up a Nibble of his own and retired to his quarters. Suck's communicator chimed back in her corner of the bridge. "This is security. We've found Lieutenant Sultry raped in her quarters. She claims it felt like a Hardon." "This is Suck," the First Officer messaged back. "Keep me posted." *** Hardon philosophy saw no need to go beyond the eating, drinking, and being merry approach for tomorrow was always a good day to die. The mess hall was crowded with Hardons trying their best to prepare for tomorrow. Fuck'Toy was bumped into by unfriendly bodies. She was pushed and showed this way and that. Her breasts were felt up by rough hands. Her nipple chain was jerked. Loose weapons scratched her skin in a myriad places, temporarily overwhelming her enhanced 23rd century healing rate. The redshirt sought refuge underneath one of the less occupied grimy tables. Brownian motion of the drunken Hardons soon resulted in a party of them sitting down on benches on both sides of Ensign Prude. A broad-sweeping leg found the treasure cowering underneath the table and an arm belonging to the leg's owner pulled her sideways. "Ach, I f'nd th' new F'ck'Toy," the Hardon bellowed and plunged his cock into the Federation citizen's throat. Its size was somewhat diluted by the amount of cumwine he had consumed and Prude managed to take the deep throating with the minimum of gagging. Her options being somewhat limited, she applied her tongue to the ridged Hardon member with the best of her intuition. Fortunately, it didn't take much and a searing load of Hardon jizz soon slid down Ensign Prude's throat. The Hardon's sigh of relief made his cumming public knowledge and one of his companions reached for the Toy. By grabbing her nipple chain, he encouraged her to let go of his comrade's cock, to crawl into the cumwine puddle between his legs, and to suck him off in turn. *** Having returned from shore leave on KYgel 7 the day before, Ensign Ho Twat was sleeping soundly in her quarters. Even parochial outposts knew how to party in the 23rd century. She was sleeping face down on her enveloping Squornshellous Zeta mattress. A soothing climate control breeze blew across her bare back. A shadow failed to fall on her goose bumped posterior when an invisible shape stepped silently into her door less bedroom. Ho murmured under her breath and shifted her position slightly. A moment later, her sleepy eyes opened wide and her naked form flew backwards onto an empty space a metre behind her former position. Her velocity dropped quickly to zero as the ridges of the erect Hardon cock braked against the walls of the human snatch that it had already stretched to an unbelievable degree. "Oomph," mouthed Ensign Twat once the dick found its way inside her in its entirety. She didn't get to mouth a lot more for a while, for the cloaked Hardon began fucking her in earnest. She was moved horizontally in space nearly a foot in one direction and the same distance in the other; her pussy lips were shaking hither and yon from being hit by invisible ridges. Her thighs were reddening around finger depressions visible in them. Slut Trek 2: Encounter at KYgel 7 As the Hardon neared release, Tear'Ass' riding of the redshirt became faster and jerkier. Her perky breasts acquired their own ideas of where they should be going and shook in directions opposite to the rest of the Ensign's body. Finally, the soft human skin under his grip whitened from pressure and his derrick shot its mother lode. Tear'Ass' cum machine-gunned itself into Ho Twat and pushed its way into the depth of her womb. Having thus "dishonoured the Federation whore", Tear'Ass dropped Ho onto her Squornshellous Beta bed and stealthily departed. Ho Twat rested for five minutes and collected her thoughts. She was in no shape to argue with horny security officers, but she didn't particularly feel like letting her screw her as they customarily screwed anyone who summoned them. At long last and with great reluctance, she tapped her communicator. *** Suck's communicator chimed. She answered it. "This is security. We have found yet another female staff member raped in her quarters. It was Ensign Ho Twat." "Curious," the First Officer replied. "Keep me updated." Another curious thing happened at that moment. The doors of a bridge turbolift opened and revealed empty space. Turbolifts being one of the few bug-free Federation of Orgies technologies, this was extremely curious. Even more curious was the fact that the Nibbles closest to the turbolift began growling. The epicentre of the growling moved in powerful strides towards the command bay. The personnel on duty included Comm Officer Assura, Lieutenant Sultry whose depression had been swept away by the tongue of a Nibble, and a formerly refreshed Captain Jamie T. Clit. Just as the Captain bucked with another orgasm coupled with a discharge of juices into the Nibble's sponge-like tongue, she was hurled unto the grey-carpeted floor. Suck lifted one of her eyebrows - the left one for variety's sake; no one else thought it more important than the Nibbles between their legs. The dumfounded Captain began pushing herself up only to be slammed down by the meteoric entry of 200 kilograms of Hardon manhood into her gaping butt hole. Seeing Jamie's bosom thus squished against the floor, Suck quietly summoned security from her observation post in the corner. Tear'Ass, the cloaked Hardon, faithfully continued his "humiliation" of the highest ranking officer on HMS Enterass. Mercilessly pounding Jamie's ass, he scratched symbols of Cuntful, the founder of the Hardon Empire, in her sides. Little encumbered by the weight of his equipment, he raped Jamie's rear to a depth yet unmatched in her years of loyal service in the Slut Fleet of the United Federation of Orgies. Minutes later, Tear let out a great howl - a howl that awoke for a brief instant the minds of the rest of the bridge crew - and sowed his seeds into the untouched realms in her bowels. He withdrew from the worn out asshole of Captain Jamie T. Clit and ritualistically spit on her prostrated back. This final act of desecration was his undoing. Security officers in both bridge turbolifts fired their hazers at the saliva's point of origin. Luckily for Tear'Ass' life, their beams melted down and disabled his one-of-a-kind cloaking equipment. Defeated, the Hardon warrior dropped to his knees. With the stoic resolution of a noble soul, he utterred a prayer to the Cuntful and unsheathed his dagger. Solemnly, he plunged it into his heart and fell face down onto the carpet by the violated body of the Federation Captain. Suck took note of this conclusion to one of the problems on her mind and turned her sights back towards her scanning equipment. Conveniently for the narrative, she spotted the Hardon ship over the magnetically-active north pole of the KYgel XIII gas giant. The First Officer approached the comm station - Assura was in no condition for this - and hailed the hostile vessel. "This is First Officer Suck of the Federation Slutship Enterass. Please identify yourself." "Hail, Federation bitch," boomed Big'One from the viewscreen. "Behold your crewmate and fear the Hardon Empire." With this greeting, he pulled the Andorrian redshirt up by her hair into Suck's field of view. Ensign Prude's blue antennae hung limply by her ears. "Behold yours," replied Suck after a moment's thought. "Hmm? FUCKDAMMIT!" roared the Hardon Captain when he spotted the bloody form on the floor. "How does an exchange sound?" inquired the Vulvan First Officer. "Acceptable," spit back the furious Big. Some unlucky Hardon in his brig would have a very rough night. "We'd prefer ours alive," noted Suck - Ensign Prude's eyes opened wide. "Whatever," cursed Big'One and left his bridge. *** Fuck'Toy sat merrily on the Sick Bay bank and swung her legs in the buff. "Hello, Ensign Prude," said Doctor Boner. "Hi, Doctor Boner," she waved back. "Okay. What Hardon alterations do you want removed?" The tattooed redshirt grabbed his index finger and dragged it on her breasts. "Could you, like, get rid of this shirt tattoo? It's useless," bantered Ensign Prude and dragged Boner's fingers onto a nipple. "And could you like, you know, remove the piercings." She slid his unresisting finger towards her bellybutton. "I think I'll keep the 'Fuck'Toy' inscription." "Ah," said the Doctor, his schedule for the day much clarified. *** Captain Jamie T. Clit was lying on her desk in the ready room with an ice bag clenched between her asscheeks. The First Officer entered the room. "At ease. Report, Suck," she ordered. "Thank you, Jamie. No further crew members have been assaulted sexually since the capture and death of the cloaked Hardon. The exchange for Ensign Prude was not mishandled by either side. Nibble numbers have been brought under control. Finally, if I may suggest something, Nibbles could be an excellent way to counteract all the morale problems caused by the gender imbalance on our slutships." "Yes, Suck, that's a damn good idea. We just can't get the males to enlist. I'll bring it up in Slut Fleet command when we get back," responded the throught-provoked Captain. "Jamie?" "Yes." "I believe I can heal your egestion orifice again." "Do proceed," playfully ordered the grinning captain. Suck bent over the table with Jamie's legs hanging off by the sides of her head. She sensually slid out the ice bag and used her tongue to apply ancient Vulvan healing techniques to the Captain's bruised rectum.