2 comments/ 6472 views/ 5 favorites Pirates Slave By: DMaster_14 The freighter should not have been there. It hung on the outer edge of the asteroid belt. There was no sign of life or power. The only reason the two fighter craft patrol found the drifting hulk was the constant training they needed had left them with few areas of unpatrolled space for maneuvers. "You get anything off that hulk Wiz?" Lt. Cmdr. Janice "Sparky" McGuire asked her backseat weapon's officer. She was the flight leader of the two plane formation and she wanted to know what was going on. "No joy Sparky," Lt. Michael "Wiz" Wizanski replied. "No power, no answer to my hails." "Chunky, Sparky, you guys getting anything?" "That's a negative here Sparky." Lt. Carl "Chunky" Martin, the painfully thin back-seater in the other ship responded. "Kay, I am going it for a closer look, cover me." Sparky said. "Wilco." Lt. Cmdr. James "Killer" Killian responded, breaking hard left. Janice rolled her ship over and went towards the drifting freighter, her wingman spread out to cover her, but still following. The monster ship dwarfed the fighters and blocked out the light from the distant star and the asteroids were moving over the giant hulk. Janice pulled a full orbit over the top of the hull with no readings, but there was as a small signal from the far side. "Killer, we are going to check on a signal on the far side. Come and take over top cover and watch our six." "Right behind you," came Killer's response. Janice arched the fighter and dropped down the dark side of the ship, relying on her instruments to avoid the giant hunks of drifting rock. "Anything Wiz?" "Nada boss." "Let's get out of here." Sparky said. "We will notify home-plate when we are clear, they can send a tow." "Killer, Sparky, we are on our way out." Static was her only reply. "Killer, you read me." Still no answer. "Killer, quit screwing around and respond." "Wiz, can you reach that idiot." "Negative, I think the asteroids may be refracting our signal." Something twigged inside Janice's head and she hit the throttle wide open. "Master arm on," she screamed. "It's a trap." "What," Wiz questioned, flipping the switches to arm the weapons. "Comms were fine as we approached the freighter, now we can't reach Killer." Janice said, willing her fighter to make it into open space, just as a massive impact shook the ship. "We've been hit, major damage to all syste..." Wiz said, then static in her ears as blue lightning erupted inside the cockpit. "Wiz...WIZ." She yelled. Turning in her seat after the lightning passed, she could only see his head hanging down, sparks still jumping in his cockpit. "Home-plate, this is Recon Alpha One, am under attack, lost Killer and Wiz." Janice said sharply. She checked her instruments and saw that all her power levels were dead, she wasn't putting out a signal and she wasn't moving, at least not forward. The freighter passed beneath her and she saw that she was moving backwards. "Home-plate this is Recon Alpha One, am being drawn beyond the freighter by some magnetic beam. Think same beam shorted out ship systems and possibly Wiz." Janice knew that she wasn't putting out a signal but she hoped that the cockpit recorder might still be working. A large piece of wreckage passed before her and she saw the markings of her squadron. Killer and Chunky's ship had impacted on an asteroid, killing both of them. She could see their lifeless bodies; both helmets and canopies open to space. "Killer and Chunky are dead. I can see their bodies still in their ship." A large shadow passed over her cockpit and Janice looked up to see the hull of a large ship pass overhead as her fighter was pulled into the bay. One look at the colour scheme of the hull was all she needed. "Home-plate, am being taken by Vantarian pirates. Will set self-destruct." She broke the lock and flipped the cover up on the overload switch and pushed it firmly. Nothing happened. She hit it again and still there was no response. Cursing fluently, she reached under her seat and pulled the old fashion explosive device out. It was a last ditch device, designed for just such an occasion. It had a proximity sensor, anyone getting in the seat, without a fleet implant would activate it, one minute later, there would be little left of the craft, and anything else within fifty meters. She armed the explosive and put it back under her seat, but she changed the timer to five minutes. She wanted to make sure that the explosion got as many pirates as possible. The fighter moved into the bay and was locked down and chocked into place. Janice sat still for a moment, and then began her normal shut down routine. The longer it took them to get the craft going the better. Her canopy popped and the three pirates pointing frag guns at her. The frag gun was a particularly nasty weapon, it fired fragmentation darts that exploded on impact, or could be set for delayed detonation, to explode after it entered the target. Janice raised both her hands, pulled her sidearm from its holster with two fingers and dropped it to the floor of the fighter. She unhooked her suit from the ship and stood slowly. She turned around and saw Wiz. There was blood down his face and most of his body was covered in electrical burns. He was clearly dead. Janice climbed out of the cockpit and stood on the platform. The first pirate motioned with his weapon and she preceded him down the stairs to the hanger deck. A pirate leaned in, flicked the canopy close switch and leaned out of the way. Janice paused at the bottom of the stairs and watched her fighter as it was pushed out of the bay and grabbed by the magnetic beam. An instant later, she saw the flash of the explosion as the fighter impacted on an asteroid. The bay hatch slid closed as the guard pushed her with his rifle. Janice made her way through the ship until they arrived at the hatch marked Captain, it parted as they approached and she was pushed roughly inside. Seated behind a large desk, made out of what looked like actual wood was a thin looking man. He was short, sandy haired and dark eyed. His face was dominated by a large hook nose and too small mouth. He stood up and Janice saw that she was only about three inches shorter than he was, but the look on the face of the crewman who had escorted her there was one of absolute obedience. It was inconceivable that anyone so small and timid looking could be in command. He looked like the guy in that Christmas special that her mother had watched every year, Cratchett something. Another thought entered and she finally understood the term her great great grandmother had used. Here standing in front of her was what Grangran had called a Nebbish. "Welcome aboard the Destiny." He said in a smooth voice and Janice blinked that such a cultured deep voice could come from such a small man. "I am Captain Jason Hillson." "McGuire, Janice, Lieutenant Commander Alliance Command, SV four eight niner seven one three epsilon." "Yes Commander, we know who you are." He told her and she looked surprised in spite of herself, he nodded down and she looked down and saw her name and rank on her flight suit. "I do apologize for having to bring you aboard so unceremoniously, but it couldn't be helped. Your fighter wandered into our recovery zone and I can't have anyone finding out about our operation here." "What operation?" "Why we are salvage experts." He said pleasantly. "We recover spacecraft and other material and sell it or dispose of it safely." "They why did you kill my EChO?" "That was a tragic accident of the magnetic beam used to bring you aboard. Now unfortunately your unexpected arrival has caused us to accelerate our time table and I have other duties to attend to, but I would appreciate it if you could join me for dinner in an hour. You escort will show you to your quarters, where you will find a shower and more appropriate clothing to wear rather than your flight suit. And before you refuse, just let me inform you that if you don't dine with me you won't eat and that you can't stay in your flight suit forever, it's limited internal power will run out eventually and while we are not equipped to service such suits, I think we can jury rig something to keep it recharged in the event that we are called to quarters and you need your suit. Good afternoon Commander." He turned his back to her and the pirate behind her grabbed her arm firmly and pulled her out of the office. Janice could have withstood him indefinitely, but she wanted to keep her superior strength a secret till it became time to escape. Her quarters were just down the corridor from the Captain's office and were rather nicely decorated. There was a large comfortable looking bed and a wardrobe ready for any kind of clothes that she would need and a large locked cabinet. There was a replicator, but when she checked it she saw that the food settings were locked out. The suite had its own shower and head and she stood in the middle of the room as the guard walked slowly backwards from her to the hatch, his weapon never wavering. Janice looked around after the hatch closed and realized that the room was a prison, maybe well appointed, but a prison none the less. She checked the storage niche and found that with a little adjustment, she could indeed charge her suit. She stripped it off and hooked it up, and then padded into the head. The shower was real water, not just sonics and she luxuriated in the feeling. Water showers were a rarity on board ship. She rinsed off the sweat of the flight and tried to let the guilt at losing her ship and friends go with it, but it was hard. She slipped out of the head, still naked and drying herself, despite the monitoring equipment that she knew as watching her and proceeded to the wardrobe. She found a rather exotic style of clothing; most of it looked like it came from the whore houses of Deneb Two and then turned to the replicator. It responded to her request and produced a simple white blouse, black pants and low heel boots. As she finished drying her short mop of curly brown hair, the door to the cabin opened and the same guard who brought her there stood in the opening. A quick flick of his weapon and she walked calmly to the hatch and down the corridor. The trip to the Captain's dining room was short and unceremonious. The large table was set for ten and she was shown to the right hand seat by the head of the table. The rest of the officers were already seated and as soon as her backside touched the seat the chair emitted a hum and she was pulled back and locked into place. "Sorry about the tractor web." The Captain said has he entered the cabin, "but your orders undoubtedly include trying to sabotage this ship, destroy it and escape if possible. I'm sorry, but I can't allow that at this time." "You know that you can't get me to revel anything through torture." Janice said with difficulty. "I have no intention of forcing you to revel any secrets; you will tell me of your own free will." He smiled gently at her. "But in the meantime I can't have you running around loose on board doing who knows what. To that end, I have a little fashion accessory for you to compliment your outfit." He reached over to her and unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse and held up a ring for her to see. "This collar is for you. Call it a present if you will." He slipped the collar around her neck and she heard it snap shut with dreadful finality. "It is magnetically locked, so you can't remove it. It will also prevent you from doing anything unfortunate while you are with us." He sat down and leaned back comfortably. "Also the collar will be able to determine if you are being truthful or deceitful. If you respond to any question without the complete truth, you will be punished. If you tell the whole truth, nothing will happen, in addition, if you say nothing, you will not be punished, just a little warning." He pressed a button on the arm of his chair and the tractor field released her. "Please don't attempt anything violent, the collar will react badly." Janice ignored him and lunged upwards out of her chair and reached for the Captain only to have the collar suddenly shrink in size. She dropped to the floor clawing at her neck for air. "I did warn you." The Captain said calmly. He turned to the sentry still inside the door. "Have the Commander taken back to her quarters." He looked down at Janice still writhing on the deck. "Go to bed and lay still for the rest of the night." He instructed. "It will take that long for the collar to calibrate to you. Good night Commander." Still choking and sputtering Janice was pulled from the dinning cabin and dragged to her quarters. The sentry pushed her gently to the bed and looked down at her. "Do as he said and just lay there. The collar will release you in a minute if you just stop moving." Janice followed his advice and tried to relax. The more she forced her muscles to un-knot the easier it became to breathe. Finally as she lay there she felt the collar returned to its normal size and she was able to breathe normally. She tried to move and found that her entire body was locked to the mattress. 'Probably another tractor web,' she thought darkly and tried to simply go limp. Her breathing deepened and she passed into a light slumber as the collar continued to read its new wearer. Janice's eyes opened and she brought her hand up to scratch an itch on her forehead. It was after doing this that she realized that she was free to move. She ran her finger around the inside of the collar and found that she could just squeeze the tip of her finger in between the collar and her neck. The inside of the collar was soft, but she knew that it could expand and close of her airway in a heartbeat. She sat up and then slipped out of bed and into the head. She took care of her needs there and then decided to have her workout. She stripped off her clothes from the night before and did her usual daily calisthenics in the nude, just as if she was back on her own ship. Thirty sweat covered minutes later she was in the shower washing away the tension. Her stomach growled reminding her that she had yet to eat, and no way of getting anything until the Captain decided to feed her. She came out of the head to find the Captain standing in the cabin waiting for her. She approached him cautiously, knowing that any sudden movement would trigger the collar. "I am glad to see you up and around." He informed her pleasantly. "I also note that you are in good health and excellent physical condition. Unfortunately, it is now time for you to tell me everything that I need to know. Would please have a seat on the bed?" Janice stood her ground in the middle of the cabin and stared defiantly at him and said nothing. "I won't ask you again," he told her sternly. "Please sit on the bed." He pointed a remote at her and she found herself moving against her will to sit on the bed. "Thank you." He said politely. "As you can see, I control your entire body; your mind is still of course your own. That collar is truly a work of art. Now please lie back and raise your hands over your head." Janice did as instructed and he activated the tractor web on the bed. "You still have the power of speech, but your extremities have been locked into place. Now is there anything that you want to share with me, like what you were doing out here?" Janice told him to do something short and physically impossible. "I was afraid that might be your response." He said smiling gently. "Please enjoy the next few hours." He took the remote and made a few adjustments. He then looked down at her naked body for a moment with something that looked like pity and left the cabin. Janice wondered what he was up to. She tried to move and found that her arms and legs were indeed completely locked to the bed, but her torso was free to move as was her head. She wasn't going anywhere until someone released her. She closed her eyes and tried to wait it out, but she felt something warming her insides. She could feel fingers caressing her sides and her eyes flew open and she looked around to see that she was completely alone. She could still feel the fingers, but there was no one there. She started to twitch and tried to avoid the fingers slowly rubbing her skin but she couldn't move enough and they simply followed her to her new position without missing a beat. Janice could feel the blush creeping up her skin and felt the flush of desire start to spread. The hands moved over to her breasts and teased her nipples without mercy. She really started to writhe around to avoid the tortuous invisible hands but they would not be denied. As she felt the fingers start to pull her nipples away from her body she actually stared as she saw them extend on their own. She started to whimper as she felt a hand, then another start to gently rub her thighs, working their way ever so slowly to her dripping centre. She realized with a start that she was getting more than a little aroused at the contact. 'This must be what he meant by torture,' she thought right before losing herself in the luxurious feeling of many hands making love to her. The hands reached her drenched portal and started to work their way inside, two fingers holding her lips open and first one, then two, then three and finally four fingers were rubbing and teasing her. She felt another finger start to work her pleasure nub and she began to roll her hips in time with the hands. Her juices were flowing copiously now and she was in a state of arousal higher than she had ever known. She felt another finger slip into her back door and she moaned in delight. No one had ever been back there before but she found the sensations to be overwhelming and quite pleasant. Her hips bucked up against the unseen hands that made such sweet love to her and she felt the delicious release approaching. This was going to be her biggest orgasm yet and she was just preparing to ride the waves when the hands disappeared. Janice cried out in frustration and tried to buck her pelvis up to the now missing hands and finish herself off, but there was no way. She collapsed on the bed and felt the orgasm fading into memory when the hands returned and started the whole process again, taking her to the very edge of the most shattering release that she had ever felt and then stopping. After the fourth time Janice stopped counting, after the ninth time she would have answered anything they asked her, by the fifteenth time she passed out. Janice came slowly to herself again and found that she was still in the bed in the cabin assigned to her by the pirates. Someone had come in and changed the bed linens and she was free to move again. She rolled off the bed and crawled on her hands and knees to the head and released her bladder. From there she again crawled into the shower. The smell of sweat and body fluids came off her in almost visible waves. The shower was soothing and soon she was able to stand. Just as she started to relax the water went ice cold and she tried to dive out of the shower. Her body refused to obey and she found herself standing and freezing in the icy shower, her body ignoring her mind hammering at it to move. After what felt like an hour she watched as her hand calmly reached up and shut the water off and she walked naked, teeth chattering and shivering out into the cabin to see the Captain standing at the foot of the bed again. "Please have a seat on the bed." Janice followed his instructions; it was pointless to fight, yet. "Good, see if you go along with what we tell you, you will have a much easier time here." He smiled gently. "Now are you ready to tell me what I need to know." Janice opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Pirates Slave "I see, well I guess we will have to try something different. Lie down please." Janice found her body obeying and she was stretched out on the bed her arms over her head again. The Captain flicked the switch and the web took hold of her again. "We will try again tomorrow." Janice watched him leave and opened her mouth to beg him, but still no sound came out. She lay there shivering in fear at the thought of going through another day like the last one, but then the hands started again and she felt the familiar heat start in her body. As her mind recoiled in fear as the pleasure centers of her brain reacted and she felt the fingers start to manipulate her body. They stroked softly and with more care than any lover she had had before. Their caresses were feather light and worked the right part of her body at exactly the right time to bring her to the height of ecstasy. This time she felt lips and tongues added to the mix. She felt a mouth on each of her diamond hard nipples and groaned out loud, the only sound she could make. Butterfly kisses rained down on her skin from her multiple unseen lovers and she found herself spiraling higher and higher. They attacked her toes and feet, her fingers and even her armpits. Not tickling just caresses and feather gentle kisses. Finally a mouth attached itself to her dripping center and she sighed in relief, hoping against hope that this time she would actually achieve her release. The mouth suckled her essence from her well and a separate one attacked her love button. Janice felt the tension climbing in her body and started to arch off the bed, knowing that at this point all the pleasure would be taken from her. The expert hands and mouths, too many for her to know how many continued to take her to the very edge of delight and when she started to cross over she felt them attack even harder. Janice screamed in delight as the attack continued this time. She sprayed her oil all over the bed, her toes curled so tight she could have cracked walnuts and her eyes were rolling in her head. She rocked from side to side trying to keep the feeling going and the invisible lovers obliged her. They kept her climaxing for so long she thought she had stopped breathing. Finally the pleasure stopped and she collapsed onto the bed breathing as though she had run a marathon. Before she could catch her breath the hands started again and the mouths attacked her pleasure zones. Even through her pleasure fogged mind she knew that this was indeed torture. Janice feebly tried to fight the feelings coursing through her, but her invisible lovers were too good. They knew her body better than she did. They attacked without mercy or respite. The phantom oral assault continued for three more shattering releases, her fluids had completely soaked the bed and were pooling under her when she felt something else start to work its way into her body. With a scream she fought her eyes open and saw that she was still alone, but there was no mistaking the feeling of someone slowly filling her aching portal. This was the biggest intrusion that she had ever felt, it was as though a starship was invading her body and she could nothing about it. Her hips moved of their own accord and she started rocking against the pressure only to feel it slide even deeper into her core. It pulled out and just as slowly started back in. She was being fucked whether she wanted it or not. As the pistoning member slowly began to pick up speed Janice found herself responding to it. There was nothing she could do; her body was reacting on instinct alone. Janice felt the hands and mouths still arousing her and fought for control only to have her body betray her. She could hear the liquid sounds coming from her lower regions and she felt her hips thrust up to meet the pounding appendage. Her release approached and she felt a tongue slip into her bottom and screamed as she was shoved over the edge again. The phantom lover didn't stop though; he continued his movements and speed, dragging her over the edge again and again. Janice went completely hoarse from screaming in orgasm, only to have a different scream erupt from her as she felt another member replace the tongue in her other entrance. She twisted as well as she could, but it would not be denied and the mouth attached to love center flicked its tongue at just the right second to cause her to thrust down, impaling herself on both ghost lovers. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she passed out, completely exhausted and mind blank. An electric shock twisted her body in pain and Janice jolted as upright as she could. Her phantoms were still thrusting into her and would not allow her sleep through it. Wearily her body responded to the unwelcome force invading her and she found new strength that rocked her hips in time with both of the intruders. She opened her mouth to scream and a third force entered her body and she found that her jaw was locked open as if a tremendously large prong was shoved down her throat. It pistoned in and out with the other two, sometimes all three were in sync, but most often not. She had little trouble breathing as there was nothing in her mouth, but the feeling was the same and she learned to breathe only on the out stroke. How long this went on Janice did not know, but the electric shocks were coming more and more often to keep her awake, until finally not even they could rouse her. Janice's eye lids slowly parted and she realized that she could move and was not being assaulted anymore. Her joints felt like sandpaper as she tried to move out of the bed. She couldn't stand and again had to crawl on her hands and knees to head. She just went straight into the shower and sat on the floor, the water streaming down her body. She drank the hot water directly from the falling rain and slowly slaked her thirst. She was so dehydrated that she felt she had lost ten kilos. As the water massaged her aching body she slowly moved her hands around her skin and checked for damage. Her openings were as tight as ever and she found it hard to believe that she could not shove her fist into either one. She had been fucked by a train the night before, in all her openings and had lost count of the times she had cum. She slowly pushed herself to her feet and rinsed the rest of her body clean of fluids and sweat. She turned off the shower and turned on the drier. Warm air blasted her and she felt the water run from her skin. The smell of food permeated the shower stall and against her better judgment she moved out of the head to her cabin to find the Captain standing in the by the small table, a full breakfast sat waiting for her. "Please come and sit." He invited gently. Janice followed his instructions without hesitation. "Good, now how about some breakfast, you must be hungry." Her stomach answered for her with a loud rumble. "Excellent, I think you will enjoy the eggs Benedict. Our chef is one of the best in space, I only employ the best." "You mean kidnap." Janice said softly, instantly regretting it as the collar tightened slightly in warning and then loosened to its original size. "You would be well advised to behave Commander." He said simply, "now how about a little chat." "Before we do, I would like to ask you a few questions." Janice said still not touching the food before her. "Very well, I have some time, but suppose you eat while we talk, I wouldn't want it to get cold." "How do I know it's safe?" She asked suspiciously. "Your implants would stop anything that could harm you, so there is no point, however if you insist." He picked up the fork and took a large bite of the eggs and then handed her the fork with a flourish. "What are you doing to me?" "We want you to answer some of our rather important questions and that requires you to be ah...prepared in a very special way. Your implants and conditioning would prevent us from extracting the information from you with any um...extreme measures and you are well trained to resist physical punishment, but the implants that you have are not programmed to resist the method that we are using." "And that method is?" "Pleasure by nerve induction," he said simply. "The pleasure centers of your brain are the only place your implants and nannites have no control, so we go there. The collar you now where is feeding directly into that section of your mind. I have complete control of how much pleasure you will feel. Now on to my questions, what does the Alliance want me for?" "Nothing," Janice answered truthfully. "We didn't even know that you were out here." "What were you doing out by that freighter then?" "Routine patrol and practice run, we scanned the freighter and saw that it was in the asteroid belt and went into investigate." "Commander," he said threateningly. "You know that I am telling you the truth or the collar would react." Janice said quietly but firmly. "We had no idea that you were out here and we hadn't even received a missing ship report on the freighter. We were out here only for routine training. With systems getting so crowded, it is getting harder and harder to find places where there is no traffic for flight teams to exercise." He looked at her for a few moments more and then nodded. "Very well Commander, I will accept your answers for now, but we will speak again." He stood to leave and then paused at the hatchway. "Oh, one more thing, I left you the news fax on your tray, there is an interesting item on page four." He walked out and she heard the hatch slam shut with dreadful finality. She picked up the fax and turned to relevant page and saw the item instantly. It was a report on the loss of her flight section during routine maneuvers. All were listed as dead. She pushed the plate away, her appetite suddenly gone. The Alliance thought she was dead, obviously they had travelled far enough that they couldn't read her implants, but that wasn't very far, without her ship to relay the range was barely outside the ship. She was truly on her own. She only had to hold out for a few days and then her information would be obsolete and they would get rid of her, one way or another. 'Most likely another,' she thought despondently. The shrill sound of call to actions stations sounded throughout room and Janice leapt to her feet and rushed to the closet with her suit without thought. She had no station, but if the ship was attacked and lost pressure, then she would need the suit. She dressed with customary haste, checked all her telltales and connected the umbilical's to the ships systems. She would not need her own suits power unless she needed to move around the ship, and that wasn't likely. Just as she got her helmet seated and locked she heard the sound of the atmosphere being vented from her compartment and the corridor. The corridor made sense, if the ship was hit, then the lack of atmosphere would prevent the transmission of shock and fire from spreading, but she couldn't think of a reason for her compartment to be vented. The suit umbilical's would hold her in place the same as a tether, but it was still disconcerting. She took a step and found herself rising in the compartment, and realized that the gravity had been shut down. Janice knew all the procedures for moving in micro gravity or even zero g, but before she could put them to use she found herself floating in the middle of the room, her arms and legs spread and her suit connections locked. She was completely immobilized and then a voice came over her suit com. "Commander," she heard the Captain say, "please enjoy your day off from questioning." And then the lights went out. Janice had never been afraid of the dark, but this was different. She could feel nothing, and know that the ship still surrounded her was of no comfort as there was no atmosphere in her cabin. She was in a sensory deprivation tank as efficient as any she had ever heard of. She checked her telltales only to find that the lights were out and the HUD would not function. Somehow they had invaded her suit and removed control. She could still feel the air in her suit move about her and knew that she was attached to the ships system but that was little comfort against the thought of complete sensory decoupling. Janice hung in her cabin for what felt like days and held the incipient panic at bay only by training. She had been in a deprivation tank before and she knew how to deal with it but it was still a chore. She ran through every song, poem and tongue twister that she could think of. When those ran out, she went over the flight manual of her fighter, but all that did was put her to sleep. She awoke with a start as the temperature in her suit dropped quickly. She tried to move to find the control panel, but was still locked in place. The air was flowing gently, so it wasn't a leek, but someone else controlling her suit functions. Just as the chill reached the point where she started to chatter, the suit started to warm up, and then heat up. She started to sweat and have difficulty breathing but the temperature continued to climb. This went on back and forth for more time than she could identify until she passed out again after the heat in her suit soared passed her ability to withstand. The lights in her cabin blinked on and she awoke with a start. She felt a subtle wash of gravity flow over her and she settled gently to the deck. She heard the pumps come back on and a green light lit on her suit indicating that breathable atmosphere surrounded her again. Janice pulled off her helmet and removed her suit, hanging both of them in the storage niche and hooking up the recharge lines. She now looked at her suit as a means of inflicting more torment on her than a comfortable suit. Suddenly she felt her body turn of its own will and walk towards the bed. She whimpered in fright as she lay down and the tractor web grabbed her wrists and ankles and the torment started again. The hands and fingers and tongues caressed her sensuously, working into every nook and cranny and within seconds she was panting in desire. The phantom digits found pleasure points that she never knew that she possessed, the underside of her knee, the arch of her foot, the junction of her shoulder to her neck and others that took her higher and higher. As she approached her release the feeling stopped and she shuddered. "Not again," she moaned aloud. "Not this time," a voice in her head answered. She felt her body relax from the edge and the fingers started again. She fought all she could but it was too much. The feelings were inside her head and she couldn't fight it. She closed her eyes and found herself suspended from the ceiling, wrists and ankles bound tight holding her in a spread cross as the Captain sat in a comfortable chair before her. "Now you will tell me everything I want to know." He said darkly and a whip crashed down on her exposed flank. Janice screamed in agony and her body bounced at the impact, another strike and she screamed even louder. The whip found her most tender spots and struck again and again as the Captain kept ordering her to tell the truth, but he asked no questions, nor would he let her answer. Every time she opened her mouth to speak the whip struck and she screamed. If she said nothing it struck again with greater force. The whip attacked her nipples and her cunt, her clit was a special target and received considerable attention. Somehow the whip was even able to find her asshole and strike there without mercy. "I can keep this up all day you know." The Captain said conversationally. Janice passed out and when she awoke she found herself lying on the bed, panting and sweating, but not a mark on her. She crawled again to the shower and shuddered and sobbed in the water. She didn't know how long she sat there but she knew when she got out that it was over. She couldn't fight him anymore. She crawled out of the head and found him standing in her bedroom and she crawled over to him quickly. She bowed her head and touched it to the floor before him. "I will tell all you wish to know Captain." "Master," he corrected her gruffly. "Yes Master." "What was your call sign?" "Sparky, Master," she replied instantly. "Then from now on you are my kitten Sparky." He said smoothly. "Thank you Master." She said. "If you obey me and do well in your duties you will be rewarded, if you displease me then today's little session will seem like a five minute warning, do you understand?" "Yes Master." Sparky replied, her face still on the deck. "Good, now dress, your new outfit is on the bed. Report to the guard outside when you are done." He turned and left the cabin before Sparky lifted her head and saw the clothing waiting for her. The clothing was worse than what she had seen in the wardrobe a lifetime ago when she came aboard. The metallic supports for her breasts were only cups that would sit on her chest, but not cover anything. Beneath them on the bed was a metallic cod piece that would cover her slit and up her back crack to the small of her back. It had two extending prongs attached that she knew with certainty would fit her openings and a mechanical tail that matched her hair. The boots by the bed were silver thigh high with twelve centimeter spike heels, she could see that the knees were padded and didn't like what that implied, but she had had more than enough torture to make her compliant. There was also a head band with cat's ears attached and a pair of gloves, with padded palms and the finger tips removed. The breast supports slipped under her tits and automatically adhered to her skin and cradled the underside of her breasts, giving them more support but leaving her nipples exposed while clamps attached to each. They were tight, but not painful, Sparky was sure that could change in a heartbeat. The cod piece slipped onto her body as well, the extensions, soft and flexible worked their way into her body on their own and then stiffened inside her. Sparky moaned against her will as she was filled up and the cod piece locked into place. As she moved over to the bed, she noted that the tail moved of its own accord. The boots were made of smart fabric that looked like leather, but was far tougher. They were far too large until she had them both on and then they locked onto her legs, matching her shape and shrank to fit like a second skin. She slipped the head band on and it disappeared into her hair and the ears looked almost natural. The gloves also locked in place. She knew that she wouldn't be getting out of this outfit anytime soon. Sparky staggered into the head again and dried her hair and checked the mirror to try to make herself look presentable before making her way to the hatch She noticed that the ears she now wore looked natural and as her expression changed, the ears moved. She concentrated on the ears and figured that they were connected to her implants and collar. She left the head and moved the hatch, it opened as she approached and she saw the same guard that had taken her to her quarters from the Captains dining room and he waved her out and she followed him up ship. Now that she knew what to look for, she could see the collar around his neck. "I see that you are like me." Sparky said quietly, struggling to keep up with the giant. "Yes, just like you," he said with a sad smile. "And if you are smart, you will not cross him, follow all, and I mean ALL his orders and try to improve you lot on this ship." He turned to look at her and for the first time, she met his eye and then recognition flashed across her face. "Yes, I was that Senator." He said with sadder smile yet. "But now I follow my orders here and I am moving up the ranks. Just keep your mouth shut and do as you are told. What you have experienced for the last few days is only a tithe of what that collar can do to you." Pirates Slave He opened the hatch and waved her through it, she was on the bridge and her master was sitting in the center chair. He pushed her forward and she climbed down the steps and stood silently beside his chair. Without a word the guard pushed her shoulder down and she knelt beside the chair. The captain snapped a magnetic leash onto her collar and looked down at her. "Now, head up, hands on your knees, eyes open and no talking, not that you can." Sparky opened her mouth to speak and only a gasp came out. "I told you not to speak." He said with a mocking smile. Sparky closed her mouth as a wave of pain shot through her body and she shuddered, but she kept her eyes open and locked fixatedly ahead and wondered what he had in mind for her this time. His hand rested on her head and began to stroke her hair; Sparky leaned into it just as a cat would. She could not understand why she was behaving this way; she could not even recall her real name. He did not speak to her all day other than to tell her to stay when he moved about the bridge. The salvage job was as complete as they could make it and they had left the area of the freighter, but not before leaving a sensor pod attached to a nearby asteroid to keep them informed of the fleet's movements. Fleet had arrived the day after she was taken and recovered the freighter and then left. The Destiny was now on the far side of the asteroid belt looking for more salvage.