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(M+/F, nc, rp, sn, sci-fi) *** Commander Talley had suspected something was up ever since he'd taken command of transport 6S-8, a 1,000 meter jury built spacecraft that only saw service due to the desperate shortage of fleet logistics ships. His suspicions began even before taking command which was necessary due to the suspicious death of her previous captain. Now, he found evidence that they'd been followed for at least a week before the previous captain's death and none of the crew had noticed it before. Much of his attention was focused on his executive officer, Huntley. Huntley, a reserve fleet officer, was too sloppy to have attained the position he was in. He must have had inside help to advance this far so quickly. Talley's speculation was soon rendered moot. He was awoken by the piercing scream of the alarm klaxon signaling they were under attack. Running to the bridge half dressed, he was startled to hear "abandon ship" being announced over the ship's intercom. Trying to direct panic stricken crew members back to their stations, he finally made it to the bridge which was only occupied by Officer Janet Dermon, the medical officer. "Dermon, what's the meaning of this? Who gave the order to abandon ship?" he roared. "I did. We have no chance against the Synod raider closing on us." "We're not abandoning this ship without a fight," he said with determination, crossing the bridge to cancel the abandon ship order and lock down the lifecraft station. "No, no you won't," Dermon said, jamming a hypodermic needle into the captain's neck. Wide-eyed with surprise, Talley suddenly found himself unable to speak as he sank to the deck. He was dead in moments. Dermon took one look around the bridge, her work here done. As an agent of the Synod, her mission had been to aid the Synod raider into taking this vessel full of critical supplies and equipment. She now headed to the lifecraft deck to evacuate, knowing that the raiders would ignore the fleeing lifecraft to enable to continue her mission on another vessel. As she reached the lifecraft deck she heard the telltale thumps of the craft firing off. To her horror, she realized that the last one had just departed, leaving her stranded. Evacuating was one thing. Anyone who remained on board was assumed to be resisting and was dealt mercilessly by the raiders who were usually incredibly cruel mercenaries hired for the job. Her first thought was to identify herself as a Synod agent, then thought better of the idea. Instead, she decided to hide until the vessel was brought to a regular Synod base where she'd have much better odds at not being killed, or worse being discovered and passed among the raiders for their pleasure before being killed. On board the raider mother ship, a particularly tough raider named Ellis was getting his men together. Badly scarred with one eye missing and much of the rest of his face poor artificial replacements, he was typical of the crew which he commanded only by ruthlessness and the promise of plunder. Ellis quickly loaded his troops into the assault boat through a combination of threats, force and promise of reward. They covered the distance to the transport fast and were soon latched into their docking bay. Not taking any chances, they fanned out, weapons at the ready. Dermon had meanwhile taken an elevator down to the main hold, where she found a shipment of military latrines. "The perfect hiding place," she thought to herself. Unfortunately, she'd walked through a small puddle of grease left by the crew, courtesy of the carelessness she'd infected the crew with. Her footprints left a clear path to her perfect hiding place. The first sign of trouble was when Bushnell entered a passage and fell into the trash conveyor. Before he could recover he was pulled into the grinder and died a quick but horrible death. Ellis fired into the grinder too late, then backed out. Suspecting that this was a trap set up by a remaining crew member, he cautiously looked for signs of trouble. It didn't take him long to find the tracks left by Dermon. He'd soon followed her path to the cargo hold. Seeing the hiding place he figured this was probably a crew member who wasn't resisting but just trying to hide. He knocked on the door and said "Hey, its all clear." Inside, Dermon grasped the scalpel. The voice wasn't one of the crew, so it must be a raider. And, since the voice was calm and steady it must have been a Synod agent on board looking for her. Still, she stayed still and quiet. Tiring, Ellis knew the tricks. "I hear someone coming," he said urgently. Without thinking, Dermon opened the door and said "Quick, in here". Before she could respond, Ellis was inside. Covering her mouth with one hand and threatening her throat with a large, wicked knife, he told the frightened, sweating officer he'd kill her if she made a sound. Then he looked more closely at his capture. Slim, middle aged, with long hair tied in a ponytail, she was quite a catch. He reached down and ripped open her tunic. Janet's eyes opened wide in terror. She tried to tell him who she was, but his hand clamped her mouth tightly as his other hand roughly pulled up her bra. "Damn, little titties," he thought to himself. "Fuck it, she's got at least three holes to poke. Might as well start now." He threw the Fleet officer/Synod agent against the wall, stunning her. Before she could fall he reached for her trousers and pulled them down her legs. Still dazed, Janet grasped the waistband of her panties that had been partially pulled down, revealing the crack of her shapely behind. "I'm a Synod agent!" she hollered. "Sure you are, darlin', and I'm the head of the Synod. Lucky I got here in time," he said cruelly, as he yanked her white bikini panties down her thighs. Hobbled by her pants and underwear, and still stunned, Janet offered slow resistance as the pirate opened his fly, bent her over against the wall and rammed his cock into her dry vagina. Janet screamed at the sudden violation, feeling his raping member split her open and penetrate into her body. "I'm an agent, I set this up, STOP!" she screamed. Her screams attracted the rest of the team, who had already made their halfhearted and sloppy sweep of the transport. The first one rounded the corner and said "Shit, Ellis, you ain't sharin'." Within moments the rest of the crew arrived. Panting, Ellis said, "Damnit! OK, let's do this right. Grab the bitch and we'll take her up to the mess." He abruptly pulled out of Janet grabbing her arm dragged her to the elevator. Several of the crew jammed inside, hands pawing at the helpless female as she continued to plea that she was a Synod agent. Of course they'd heard that before too. Before long they'd tied her to the table, hands together above her head so they could rotate her. Parsons pulled her pants and panties off the rest of the way, leaving her naked from the waist down except for her shipboard boots. Her blond pubic hair and plump labia were prominently displayed between her widespread thighs. The raiders ripped open her tunic pushed her bra up around her neck, revealing her small breasts topped by large pale pink areoles and nipples. Three of the pirates were collectors and fully appreciated what she had to offer. Still screaming about being a Synod agent, Ellis simply shoved her panties in her mouth, got between her legs and thrust roughly into her to continue his rape. The rest of the crew stripped down, ready to join the fun. Ellis stiffened and shot a load of sperm deep into the struggling officer. Getting up, he was quickly replaced by Parsons. Dermon struggled and tried to scream, her worst nightmares come true. This wasn't supposed to happen. The worst she really expected was to be captured by the Fleet and executed. The pirate on her now was really pounding her, punching deep into her most private and now violated part. Worse was coming. Parsons grunted and came inside her, then pulled out, leaving a trail of fluid dribbling out of her violated sex. Next was the Thalgud, who wasted no time in flipping her over to reveal the smooth white globes of her buttocks. Face down, Janet was sure she knew what was coming next and redoubled her struggle. It was no use. The Thalgud spread her cheeks and jammed his golden fluid slicked erection into her tiny pink anus. Janet screamed so hard her panties came out of her mouth. "Shut her up," Ellis said, and Thompson responded by jamming his cock into her wide open mouth. Janet continued to scream as her sphincter muscle lost the battle to deny entrance to the sodomy and the Thalgud's huge cock slid into her rectum. After an hour every pirate had raped every one of Dermon's orifices at least once. The finale was when her mouth, anus and vagina were all simultaneously raped, filling the agent with raping cocks. Their sexual lusts satisfied, their cruel lusts were next. Still face down, Parsons brought his wide military belt down on her pale quivering buttocks with a vicarious lash, the loud slap followed by an even louder shriek from their captive. He continued his lashing as Thompson pulled up the remnants of her tunic and strapped her bare back. Soon her back from calves to back was a mass of angry red welts and bruises, some bleeding. "Hey, I got an idea. Spread her legs," said Parsons. While Ellis and the Thalgud spread her legs, Parsons set his blaster to low stun and aimed at her still wide open and angry red anus. Sliding the blaster easily in because of the all the cum still dribbling out, he shoved six inches in before pulling the trigger. Dermon nearly leapt off the table, her eyes bugged out and her mouth open in a silent scream that finally sounded out. Parsons pulled his blaster out just in time as a stream of excrement shot out of Janet's abused anus while she quivered and thrashed uncontrollably. "Great idea," Ellis snarled. "Now fucking clean it up." "Damn," Parsons said, grabbing a hose from the galley. Within minutes he was blasting the shit off the table and against the wall, and hosing off the still quivering woman. "Hey, let's try her pussy," said Thompson. In no time at all he jammed his blaster several inches into her vagina and pulled the trigger. New screams and thrashings followed, much to the sadistic delight of the pirates. The torture continued for hours, becoming more and more sadistic. By the time it reached the cutting stage Janet was near catatonic, barely able to feel or respond to the abuse. It was time for the collectors. Pulling out his fighting knife, Parson quickly cut off her abused but and now angry red areoles and nipples. He'd preserve these in a very thin coating of plastic so they'd maintain their feel and flexibility. These were the 17th pair he'd collected. Also using a very sharp knife, Thompson scalped her pubic hair. He'd dry it to preserve it, stringing it along with the others he had hanging in his cabin. An older hand, this was the 53rd patch he'd collected. His goal was to collect enough to make a coat. Finally, Ellis, the cruelest of the bunch, pulled out a special laser scalpel. With finely honed skill he sliced off his victim's clitoris, labia and vulva in one piece. Preserved the same way Parsons would preserve her areoles, this was the 112th prize he'd collected. Dermon lay on the table, battered and bleeding externally and internally. "Well, guess she's used up. Just one thing left - bet 50 credits I can shove that conduit through her pussy faster than you can shove one through her ass." Thompson told Parson. "You're on." The pirates walked away from the room a few minutes later, joking and laughing. Thompson paid Parson the 50 credits. On the table lay Janet Dermon, skewered from ruined anus and vagina through to her mouth. They'd pace the body and clean up before they got back to the Synod port, explaining again that some of the crew had unwisely put up a fight. END -------------------------------------------------------- This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. -------------------------------------------------------- Kristen's collection - Directory 84