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A slave in space gets abused - Part 1
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[1] STORY: Slave in Space 1/4 (mf rape/violence)
[email protected] Sun, 6 Nov 1994 13:26:34 UTC lines
A story by: Kinara in Thorns
WARNING WARNING WARNING
The follow story contains torture, rape. If these
fantasies bother you, please DO NOT READ.
If you are under 18 years old, DO NOT READ!
This story is about a young female soldier who is captured by the
enemy and raped and tortured. It is in four parts.
A SLAVE IN SPACE
"WAR IS HELL" were the words running through Specialist Mara
Gurn's mind before her head impacted with the tree and all faded
away. When she awoke with an ache the size of a planet beneath
her skull, she wasn't at all surprised to find herself a chained
prisoner in the alien camp. She smiled bitterly to herself.
Aliens... But they weren't really aliens. She and the enemy
shared the same biological and evolutionary background. They
were both humans. It's just that THEY had left the Earth a long
time ago and had only now returned to fight for it. And THEY
were barbarians who had somehow slipped backwards while her race
moved onwards towards a more civil and peaceful way of life. Her
people's civility was their downfall in this war.
Mara's thoughts were interrupted by the approach of a couple
soldiers, both men. The aliens didn't let their women fight. In
fact, they didn't let their women do much of anything. Mara
looked silently up at them and waited.
"Well lookum here" the blonde soldier said to his companion.
"She pretty, nah?" He spoke in a strange accent unlike anything
Mara had heard before. The other soldier grinned at her and spat
at the ground.
"Mebbe we take her to interrogate, nah?"
Mara looked away from the leering soldiers and began to feel
the sickness in the pit of her stomach. Her adrenaline pill was
wearing off. She began to recall the stories she'd heard about
the things the aliens did to their prisoners of war. The men,
they tortured for information and then killed, but the women were
tortured and kept as sex slaves for the soldiers. After the war,
they would be sent to DESECRT, the alien home world, to become
slaves to the general public. Mara shuddered at the thought and
probed her teeth with her tongue for the death capsule. One
quick bite and she would die in five minutes.
It was not there.
Mara ran her tongue against her back teeth again, yearning
to feel the smooth surface of the capsule...her only way out. It
still was not there.
The soldiers burst out laughing.
"We wised to your suicide trick, bochi" the blonde told her.
Mara grimaced at the term "bochi." It was usually translated as
"slut", but Mara knew that a more proper translation was "woman
who is mine."
The two soldiers hoisted Mara up by her armpits and dragged
her away towards a transport ship. She closed her eyes against
the throbbing pain in her head and did something she hadn't done
since she was a little girl. Mara prayed...
Several hours later, Mara found herself deep within the
steel belly of an alien ship, high above her planet. Despite her
pain, the fear, and the ache of hunger in her stomach, Mara
wondered that the aliens still had the technology for such a
ship. She was lead through the silver corridors by the two
soldiers and subjected to curious glances by some of the younger
men who had probably never seen a female fighter before. Before
long, she was propelled into a large room that was designed to
look like a torture chamber from an old pornographic film.
The walls were made of stone, or some stone substitute,
instead of the silver metal, and had chains and manacles hanging
from metal loops embedded in them. Various strange and
frightening pieces of torture machinery littered the floor, which
was damp and red. Mara looked closely with a sickened
realization that the floor was moist with blood.
At the far corner of the room were a couple men dressed in
loose flowing black robes. They were interrogating a young boy,
perhaps only sixteen years old. The boy was suspended from the
ceiling, hanging by his ankles. His lithe wiry naked body was
covered with huge ugly purple bruises.
The interrogators looked up at the soldiers with Mara when
they entered.
"Ahhh..." one of the interrogators murmured as he came over
to inspect. He took hold of Mara's chin in his hand and peered
into her eyes. "Good flesh...Strip her and latch her to the
wall. She will watch as we finish with the boy."
The soldiers complied by freeing Mara's wrists and ankles,
then they roughly tore her uniform off her body until she stood
there completely naked. The blonde grinned at her discomfort,
and as he pushed her back against the wall, he rubbed his crotch
against hers so she could feel his stiff erection through his
pants. He lifted her arms up and chained her wrists to the wall,
then pulled her legs apart and chained her ankles as well. He
paused long enough to grab a handful of her pubic hair and pull.
Mara gasped in surprised pain.
"My name is Karl" he whispered in her ear. "Don forget me
for I will use you soon, bochi." Then the two soldiers saluted
and briskly walked out of the room leaving Mara to await her
fate.
The interrogators turned back to the young boy.
"Are you ready to talk yet?" the one who had touched Mara
earlier, asked.
The boy shook his head, "I'm only a foot soldier, sir! I
know nothing of any importance." His voice was close to
breaking.
The interrogator took a leather strop and brought it down
between the boy's open thighs. He screamed a high wailing sound
that ended in a pained gasp.
"Please..." the boy's body shook in spasms. The leather
strop was used again, and this time the kid fainted.
"Cut him down" the one interrogator said to the other. The
boy was lowered and released. The interrogator lifted his limp
body and shackled it into place along the wall. Then he turned
to Mara. . .
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