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 human. 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 two 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 blond 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 seconds.
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.
"Now, my beauty..." he drawled, moving close to where she stood chained. He brought a leather whip with him. "Perhaps you could scream for us?"
Mara glared at the interrogator and looked away. The interrogator holding the whip, reached out and snaked his hand around Mara's thick short hair.
"Call me, master." he commanded her.
Mara laughed and tried to spit in his face, but her mouth was too dry. The interrogator grinned and let go of her hair. Then he raised the short whip up and brought it down over her breasts with a resounding whap.
Mara's body jerked with the pain, but she bit her tongue and did not cry out. She looked down and saw the red welts forming over her chest. The interrogator brought the whip down again...and again, watching as Mara's beautiful body thrashed against the straining ropes that bound her. Still she did not cry out.
"She is stubborn, this one..." the interrogator said to the other beside him.
"Yah" he answered, the opening in his robe showing his fully extended penis. His eyes never left Mara's body. It had been a while since they had received any women prisoners.
"She will break before we let her go." the interrogator said, then returned to face Mara. "Bochi, it will go easier on you if you do not resist. I tell you now, you never will see your home again. After we have broken you, you will be initiated as a slave and branded. Then the soldiers are chosen by lottery and you will service them one after the other. After we win this war, you will come home with us and join a slave club to service whomever wishes to pay..." he trailed off and began to whip her again, great stinging blows all over her body. He attacked between her open legs with such ferocity, Mara finally opened her mouth and howled with the pain. Still the interrogator did not stop. He continued to whip her jiggling breasts and her flat stomach, watching as the tears began to flow down her lovely face. He whipped her until finally the pain and exhaustion were too much, and Mara slipped into the comforting dark.
"Unshackle her and bring her to XB50," the interrogator told the other. He wiped the sweat off his face and watched as Mara's limp body was carried to the machine and strapped in. When she awoke, the fun would begin.
***
Mara awoke to a cacophony of pain, from the steady drumming in her head to the high pitched wailing of her wounds. She found herself lying on her naked stomach on a slab of cold metal. Her arms and legs dangled off the sides of the slab, and were strapped to the floor. Her head was leaning off the front of the slab in a very uncomfortable position. She strained her neck up to see what was going on around her.
The interrogator nudged the other. "She is aware again."
Mara saw that they had tied the kid in a standing position with his arms above his head and his crotch only inches away from her face. The interrogator came around and spoke, "Excite the boy with your mouth and get him hard," he told her. Then he pulled up Mara's head and shoved the kid so his limp and bruised member mashed against Mara's lips. Mara did not move.
"Do it or we will cut it off him and make you eat it," the interrogator warned. Mara knew it was not an idle threat. She slowly opened her mouth and took the boy's cock into it, careful not to hurt him. Then she began to run her tongue around it very gently, working up enough saliva to not be abrasive. The boy did not respond to her gentle caresses, but whimpered in fear instead. The interrogator cursed and pulled the boy away from Mara. She laid her head back down to rest, but brought it back up when the kid started to scream. At first Mara thought they were castrating the poor kid, but when they moved out of the way and brought him back to place, she saw that they had inserted a tube up his cock so that it now stood almost erect. Again his cock was pushed into Mara's face, and again she began to suck it, feeling him tremble between her lips.
Mara was not aware of what the interrogator behind her was doing until she felt cold metal nestle against the sphincter of her exposed anus. She jumped with shock at the touch, but with the boy's cock in her mouth, she could not turn her head to look.
The interrogator positioned the head of the metal penis over Mara's anus, so that when he flipped the switch, it would plunge into her ass at the right entrance. He liked this torture machine the best because you could heat up the metal penis so that it glowed red. He had killed many enemy soldiers with it, searing their inner bowels and watching them writhe with agony. With Mara, however, the machine would not be set to be lethal. It would just plunge in and out of her asshole, a mechanical sodomy act, causing her great discomfort, and him pleasure at seeing her raped in this fashion. With one flick, he turned the machine on.
Mara screamed as the metal penis took the first plunge into her unlubricated ass, tearing the delicate skin of her sphincter. Her teeth clamped down on the boy's cock, forcing an agonized howl from his lungs. The metal penis withdrew slowly, then plunged in again, causing Mara to scream once more. Her mouth was now free of the boy's cock, for his jerking had propelled him backwards. Blood dripped off the end of his penis where Mara had inadvertently bitten him. It was not a deep bite, but it was painful, and the boy's agonized howls joined Mara's high pitched screams of pain. It was a bitter duet they sang.
After several more plunges of the metal penis, the intense pain in Mara's ass subsided to a dull throbbing and her screams faded into low grunts and pants. The boy had fainted once more, sparing him his own suffering. The interrogator watched Mara's face as it winced with each new plunge, and felt his own cock burning within the folds of his robe, aching to be touched. He turned the monstrous machine off, untied Mara, and pulled her up to her feet. The pain was so great, she promptly fell to the floor and lay there sobbing.
"I cannot wait any longer," the interrogator told the other, and he slipped the robe off his muscular body. Then he knelt on the floor beside Mara, and turned her over onto her back. He pulled her legs apart and crawled between them. Mara had no strength in her to resist him as he pushed himself on top of her, and expertly guided his hard cock into her cunt. He started thrusting in and out with long deep strokes, keeping her arms pinned above her head. His mouth found her breasts and he bit her nipple, tasting the drying blood on her salty skin. She tried to struggle a little, but to no avail. The interrogator viciously raped her on the floor, and there was nothing she could do, but lie there.
After the interrogator had spent himself, he stood up and put the robe back on. Then he hauled Mara up to her knees.
"Now you will take my companions cock into your mouth and suck," he told her. "If you bite him, I will make you suck the metal penis...while it is red hot."
Mara did not need to be told twice. When the second interrogator came forward with his ripened cock, she immediately opened her mouth and took it in. He grabbed hold of her head and started to pump it down her throat. He was fucking her face now, thrusting his member in until his balls hit her chin. She gagged but managed not to nick him with her teeth. In and out went his furious thrusting, and then without warning, he shot his load down her throat. Then he pulled out of her mouth and spurted all over her face with the last of his sticky cum. Carefully, he took his cock with his hand, and wiped the drops of cum off onto Mara's hair. The two interrogators laughed and Mara slumped back down to the ground, exhausted.
***
When Mara awoke again, she found herself suspended from the ceiling, by both her arms and legs with her back up and stomach down. She looked around and saw that there was another woman shackled to the wall. The interrogators were not in the room, and the boy was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey..." Mara called out softly to the other woman.
The woman looked up at Mara with eyes like dead fish. Then she looked down at her feet again. Mara squirmed in her bonds, every muscle in her body a mass of burning nerves. She tried again, "Did they just catch you?" she asked the woman.
After what seemed an eon, the woman looked back up and spoke, "They are going to kill me," she said in a hollow voice. Mara realized she had the same accent as the two soldiers who had brought her up.
"Are you from Earth?" Mara asked softly. The woman shook her head.
"I am Desecrtan. You are the mutation woman from Earth?"
Mara almost laughed. "The mutation woman?"
"Yes. Half woman, half man." the woman replied in her strange lilt.
"No," Mara replied. "I am fully female."
The alien woman looked at her as if she didn't believe it. Mara felt sorry for the poor creature who had been raised to believe she was inferior...the pet of a barbaric beast who could kill her if it turned him on.
"Why would they kill you?" Mara asked suddenly.
The woman shook her head numbly, "My husband ordered me to hide in a sack so I would be brought aboard. Then I stayed with him in his quarters until they found me."
"What are they going to do to your husband?" Mara asked. She realized that she was not being very empathic, but the pain thrumming throughout her body hardened her emotions.
"He will be assigned to extra duty for a month." the woman replied casually. There was no anger in her tone.
"Extra duty?" Mara said incredulously. "What if you had disobeyed him and not come?"
"He would have had me flogged to death at home," she replied with that same unfeeling.
Mara was silent though her eyes clouded over. She was about to speak when a couple interrogators walked in. They were not the same ones from before, Mara saw. One of them was older and bald. The other had long dark black hair. The alien woman froze and turned pale when she saw the two men come in. They walked to her.
"Keena." the bald man said, almost tenderly as he caressed her hair. "I have bad news for you." He smirked at her.
"Have mercy, Highmost..." Keena trembled, her paleness seemed to grow. "Will I die?"
The two interrogators laughed. The black haired one spoke:
"No, Keena. You will be as the Earth women to our soldiers...you will service them as she will."
Keena closed her eyes and sighed in relief. Then the interrogator spoke again, "But first you shall be punished..."
The two men unshackled Keena and led her docily to a device that was very similar to the old stocks in American colonial days. Mara knew of such devices, for she used to teach history to the children before the war. The bald man fit Keena's head over a dip in the metal plank that would hold her neck in place when the other half was closed over it. The low position of her head in the stocks made her hunch, bent over. Her arms were clamped down in two holes over her head. Her legs were spread apart and ankles locked to the ground. Mara was able to see the back of the unfortunate woman, but not her face.
"First you will be whipped..." the bald interrogator was saying. He pulled a leather crop down from the wall. "You must count the times I whip you out loud." He brought the crop down hard across Keena's pale ass.
"One!" she yelped. An angry red welt rose across both cheeks. The interrogator hit her again.
"Two!" she cried out. "Three! Four! Five!"
The bald man was lashing out furiously now, covering her ass with welts as the girl sobbed the numbers of times she felt the blows. Her body twitched with each lash.
Keena's ass started bleeding around number 20, and her voice was high and hysterical, "Twenty-one! Twenty-two!..."
The bald man stopped at fifty lashes, and Keena's legs and back trembled violently. The blood dripped down her thin thighs and onto the floor. Mara snorted in disgust from where she hung. So far the interrogators had ignored her, but now the bald headed one walked up to her. He was still holding the crop.
"You will have your turn soon, little girl," he said mockingly. Then he took the bloody crop and slowly wiped it across Mara's lips, smearing them in the alien woman's warm blood. She gagged and spat. Both interrogators laughed again. The bald one walked back to Keena.
"Keena, are you ready for your punishment?" he asked her. The girl could just moan in pain. Mara watched as the black haired man positioned himself in the front of Keena's face. The bald man opened the front of his robe and placed the tip of his engorged cock against her asshole. He nodded to his companion and plunged into her.
Keena screamed an inhuman scream. Her entire body thrashed in spasms causing the stocks to shake. The bald man whooped and continued pumping into her ass as her body bucked and writhed. Mara, shaken by the wailing shrieks, cringed where she hung. Surely the girl couldn't be in that much pain? She watched the black haired man but couldn't tell what he was doing. His arms jerked up and down, but his hands were out of sight. Mara realized he must be doing something to Keena's face...
When the horrible screams stopped and Keena's body slumped down, Mara thought they had killed her after all. The bald man had cum all over her back, and was now wiping himself off. Then the bald haired man, released the unconscious girl and picked her up. Mara saw bright red blisters across the girl's face and realized they must have burnt her skin. She turned away and retched.
"What's za matter?" came a voice close to her ear. Mara turned and saw that the black haired man was standing next to her. He held a crop in his hand and was slowly running his fingers up and down it's length. Mara said nothing.
The interrogator smiled, then like a striking snake, he moved and Mara felt the stinging blow of the crop across her face. She yelped.
"When I ask you, you answer me, yah?" the interrogator said, still smiling. Mara nodded her head miserably and said yes. Her face burned white hot.
"Whas your name?" he asked.
"Mara" she replied softly.
The interrogator reached under her and grabbed hold of a dangling breast. He felt for the nipple and twisted it in his fingers. Mara whimpered.
"Mara...nice name." he said thoughtfully. Then he moved behind her so she couldn't see what he was doing. She felt the end of the crop slide between the crack in her ass. Then it pulled out and she found herself being lowered to the floor. The interrogator unshackled her wrists and ankles, and pulled her up to her feet.
"Get on you hands and knees." he ordered. Mara lowered herself. The interrogator opened his robe and shoved his enormous blood engorged cock at her face. "Suck it."
Mara licked the head of the cock with her tongue, letting it roll around and around. Then she opened her mouth and took it in. The interrogator pushed deep into her throat, hugging her head to his crotch. Then he let go and pulled all the way out. He hit Mara across the mouth with his fist and she fell back to the ground with a pained look.
"You crawl behind me." he ordered and started to walk. Mara followed him on her hands and knees, feeling her lip swell up. She stopped when he did, and stood up when he ordered her to. He made her bend over a table, then strapped her head and back down. Her arms he tied behind her back. Then he spread her legs a bit and went away.
Mara wasn't sure for how long she was strapped in that uncomfortable position. Then she heard them come in.
"Ah, I think our darling Earth girl is ready," came a voice.
Mara tried to turn her head to look, but it was too uncomfortable. The four men surrounded her. One of them held two metal poles with strangely shaped metal figures on the end.
"Listen, Bochi, I want you to scream real loud."
Mara shuddered at his words, and at his touch on her sore ass cheeks. She looked up to see one of them heating the ends of the two metal poles, and a great feeling of dread grew in the pit of her stomach. They were cattle brands. They were going to burn her, brand her. She closed her eyes and felt sick.
The feel of a cock thrust into her face made her open her eyes again. The cock was shoved past her dry lips and into her mouth. Mara let it pump in and out without doing much. She felt resigned to her fate. The man fucking her face finally came down her throat and pulled out. Mara swallowed.
"She's no fun anymore, eh?" he said to the others.
"This'll make her jump," said the man with the red hot brands. He moved behind her, and she winced, ready for the pain.
When it came, it was much worse than she expected. The brands sizzled against her ass cheeks, and Mara screamed, her entire body tense. Through her screams, she could smell her flesh burning as the pain consumed her whole body in a blind searing. She was dimly aware of a cock thrust up her ass, but it was irrelevant against the hotness deep inside her. Her body rocked back and forth, uncontrollably, and her stark eyes filled with tears.
Then they did the other ass cheek. Mara passed out.
***
When she awoke, she was lying on a mattress in what looked like a dorm room. Her ass smarted like hell, but at least she could think through this pain. The door opened suddenly, and in walked a blond haired man. He grinned when he saw her. It was Karl.
"Bochi, you are awake." he said, handing her an apple. Mara took the fruit and bit into it, ravished, and listened to Karl as he spoke of what he would do to her in his off duty hours. Mara let his words become a steady background drone. She didn't care anymore, she thought to herself, mildly annoyed at the thought. Perhaps she would find a way to escape. Anything else was just something to be dealt with until the time was right. She tossed the apple core into the trash, and turned back to Karl who was waiting for her, his pants undone; ready.
THE END
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