A young busty blond stopped, stud attention and saluted. “Permission to enter aboard!” She was wearing a grey uniform jacket and skirt, grey ankle-high high-heels, brown stockings and a grey side cap. The insignia on her arm marked her as an ensign. A middle-aged curvy brunette wearing a dark blue catsuit uniform and knee-high high-heeled boots walked up to her, with a sway of hips that made those around, turn and look at her shapely ass. She had a big wide belt around her waist with a pistol and stun button attached to it. “Permission granted. At ease, ensign…. Valentina Orr.” She started reading the pad. “So, you are assigned to our latest flight. Welcome to Artizar. I’m Zara Snider security chief of the ship.” the woman mentioned the blond to follow her. “The Artizar is a modified gunboat. It had all of its guns removed and boosted engines making it great for courier assignments.” As the entered the bridge, Valentina Orr two women sitting in front of the consoles both of them wearing the same uniform as her. A slender redhead sat in front of pilot’s panel, checking the flight controls and at captain’s sit, sat an older white-haired woman, who - probably due to various gene-treatments - looked to be in her early forties… and her tits were huge! “Captain! A new ensign has just arrived!” Zara Snider reported. “Good. She will help you with the cargo.” The woman dismissed them without as much as giving them a glance. “The cargo is secured. All personnel aboard. All systems are green. We are ready to depart whenever you say, ma’am.” The redhead turned to the captain. “Good, take us into orbit, Mrs Turner..” “Ay’ay, ma’am.” Valentina followed Zara. “Captain Leia Ball can be quite strict so be careful not to mess too much, or you might end up in her private quarters, bound to the table with a stick buried in your cunt.” “She would do this?” “With pleasure. She’s kind of a bitch, so you better show her respect or you might end up as her bitch… that is unless you like that kind of thing.” “Usually I’m the one dominating.” Zara smiled and Valentina shook her head. “What’s the cargo and where are we going?” “We are going to the asteroid PN-3630. The travel will take about six days.” “Never heard of it.” “It’s a high-security prison facility.” “Prison? So our cargo is-” “You got it - a bunch of degenerates that we will be dropping there.” “Great. Six days on the ship with a bunch of criminals.” the blond shook her head. “Oh don’t worry. They are tightly secured and can only be freed by remote control.” The woman smiled. “As for the lack of entertainment – we get to play with them on our way there!” “Seriously?” “They are never going to leave that hell-hole, so yeah. Come on, I will show you who we are the prisoners. If you like any of them, let me know. The rest of the crew already placed their dibs on the prisoners.” Zara motioned the blond to follow her to the first cell.
In the first cell there was an almost seven feet tall man sitting on the floor wearing his robe. LK-27E or as he preferred to call himself Luke was a former special unit soldier. Genetically modified for endurance and resistance, trained to kill using everything ranging from bare hands to the most modern pieces of infantry equipment. He was a lieutenant few months before. He had a promising career. But this came to the end after an ambush from one of rebel cells at one of of stinky planets. That attack took love of his only love, which served together with him, and several good friends. They won the battle and took prisoners. Men were killed by his order without trial and in not a very pleasant. As for two young rebels girls, both less then twenty years old... He and the rest of his unit had a lot of very cruel "fun" with them. Then... what happened became by superiors. Luke was charged with breaking rules of war and several other crimes. A man of his skills was too dangerous to send to a usual prison and this is why he was sentenced to spend the rest of his on the asteroid PN-3630.
Zara entered the room with shock baton in her hand. “This guy is LK-27E.” She mentioned at the guy sitting on the bench. He had arms cuffed behind his back – with handcuffs attached to the bench. His legs were apart, also cuffed, leaving him minimal space to move. “A genetically modified soldier, a commander of the spec-ops unit.” Zara walked up to him and raised his chin with the baton “The story is that after his woman and friends were killed, he brutally slaughtered an entire squad of rebels responsible for this.” “And they arrested him for that?” Valentina asked while checking out the man’s body. “The bras cares for rebels, just as much as we care for Orians.” Zara shook her head. “Nah, two of rebels were young women. LK-27E decided to punish them accordingly. He and his squad had their way with the women and made sure they suffered pain and humiliation for days before executing them. The case would end with that - if one of them wasn’t a daughter of an influential politician. Apparently, the girl took her rebellious age quite literally and joined the rebellion. When her mother got to know what happened with her daughter, she was furious. She had the guy responsible for her death arrested and sent to max security prison.” “There’s nothing like that written in the report.” the blond said as she checked the pad. “A friend told me that story. One of the men who guarded him.” Zara shrugged. It might have even been the truth – not that she cared. The guard trailed her staff over the man’s chest, downward. “I wonder if they modified you genetically here as well...” Zara licked her lips as she pushed the baton into man’s crotch. “I guess we will see.” Zara turned and motioned ensign Orr to follow her. They left the cell and turned to the next one.
"So your tits are as nice as your ass" A female voice comes from the cell across from LK-27E. Inside was a young woman in her mid-twenties. She had straight, shoulder-length black hair, tanned skin, and narrow eyes. A low-cut shirt hugs her body tightly and showed off her full c-cup breasts and a sleeve of tribal tattoos run down her right arm. She also had a...special package. "Why don't you come in here and get on your knees and help me out with this? It's not exactly comfortable..." She tilts her head down suggestively towards her crotch and the suggestive bulge of a semi-erect cock. Serina Zanta has spent most of her life on the wrong side of the law. Due to her physical oddity, she was a bit of an outcast and wandered into the wrong groups. Sex, prostitution, drugs, she found herself in some of the worst back alleys in the galaxy. Despite being the subject of such abuse; Serina quickly learned that she had a knack for disabling security locks on doors, security containers. Be it civilian or military it didn't matter. As she grew older, she quickly learned that she preferred giving over receiving and didn't particularly care whether it was willing or unwilling(Or male or female). In fact, she has a bit of a masochistic streak and often enjoys it when her victim struggles against her. Their kicks and hits only making her more eager. She joined a pirate group known as The Strikers who went on a short rampage across the galaxy. After appearing on The Galaxy's Most Wanted, something she took as a measure of pride that she appeared at #97 the second highest within The Strikers group(Their leader appearing at #95); she and the rest of her group were planetside when someone recognized them in a bar and covertly warned the authorities. The block was locked down and in their rush to escape, she accidentally triggered a stasis trap on a military-grade door. The rest of The Strikers were killed in the ensuing gunfight and Serina was found guilty of a laundry list of crimes. She is adept at light weaponry but is hardly a sniper. (OOC: For clarification: she has both a penis and a vagina)
“Cute.” Zara commented as she entered the cell. “What the fuck is that?” Valentina asked as she looked at the prisoner’s additional equipment. “A hermaphrodite. You can become one by surgery. There is also a planet full of tribes of them – a leftover of some ancient colony with strange ideas about the preservation of the race. There is also a rare third case – a strange genetic mix of her parents can make you a hermaphrodite. An oddity – rare, but not unknown. Which she is – we don’t know.” Zara grabbed the prisoner by the hair and pulled her head back. “This one is Serina Zanta. A pirate and a thief. When they captured her, she was the last survivor from her merry band. So she got saddled with the crimes of the entire group. They are sending her to serve a ten-times life sentence. She only didn’t get to be hanged, because they want to study her. A rare treat, this one.” Valentina bit her lip and walked up to the thief, slowly she slid her hand onto the woman’s bulge and gave it a squeeze. “So, you like my tits.” Ensign Orr unzipped her jacket a little, showing more of the crack between her breasts. “Tell you what – you suck me really good, and I might let you suck on them.” The blond smiled, as she put her hand on woman’s cheek. “So you want to have some fun with her?” Zara asked. “Sure, why not.” Valentina answered as she licked her lips. “She has a pussy as well. If she gives you trouble, just shove the electric prod into her pussy and give her a shocking lesson of humility.” The brunettes said. “Or you can go with a classic whip – it sure helps to shot one's nerves.” “I will be sure to follow that advice.” Both women started walking out of the cell. “By the way, who did put dibs on LK?” “I and the captain… for now.” Security chief answered as they stud in front of the next cell.
Sitting on the floor in the furthest corner of the cell silent. Flipping a coin in the air as their head stays down below the rugged old hat. Strands of long hair comb the sides of their shoulders waiting for the group to reach the cell. Wearing long dark leather pants with long heavy metallic boots. For the shirt was mostly hidden by the long hat the sleeves were long and holey with some metallic shine underneath. They had a musty odor lingering over them that didn't bode well to be near. Someone strikes the cell door and they stop the coin flipping and wait a moment knowing the others had been discussed. They softly speak with a electric monotone voice "Byz is thy name. Wanted in a few hundred systems. High tech crime is my game. Rarely captured for long. Trademark is causing over simulation on victims." {Byz: Female humanoid-cyborg pirate}
“This one is Byz. Cyborg and hacker.” Zara said as she entered the cell. “Why is she not in shackles.” Ensign Orr asked – only to stop suddenly. “Damn she stinks.” “Hah! That’s why. The escorts had too delicate noses to care for their job. Here, hold this” Zara gave the blond a pilot. “See that collar on toaster’s neck. It’s a shock collar controlled by the pilot I gave you. She moves, toast her.” The brunette guard quickly secured the cyborg to the bench – cuffing her hands behind her back and her legs. “Does she have…” “I can guarantee you, that she knows how to give pleasure. She was also sentenced for causing a number of overstimulations. Some of her victims were sent to a sanitarium, with little chances for recovery, some weren’t that lucky and had their brains fried. Does she feel it herself? I don’t know.” Zara took the coin from cyborg’s hand. “You won’t be needing this anymore.” She turned to the blond. “That doesn’t sound-” “Don’t worry, the moment they captured her, they put an implant into her head. She can’t cause overstimulation as long as it is active. So if you want to try her as a personal dildo, there are no dangers. Unless you count the smell, that is.” The two women left the cell.
On the far side of a cell, a dwarfish man could be heard mumbling to himself. Mac a former mechanic was laying on his side, grumbling about how he could make this ship faster. He was wearing overalls and, a pair of steel toed work boots. His head was clean shaven, while his beard was thick even though traces of white hair could be seen. Standing up he was four feet tall, with a stocky build. He has a robotic left arm, the result of an accident in his younger days. His left arm was attached with his dubbed, 'Tool kit' a custom made robotic arm with anything he needed for repairing or modifying tech he fancied. He owned a repair shop, working on primitive four wheeled cars, all the way to small cargo ships. He made a name for himself as the best mechanic on the planet, that was until he got older. Simple repairs and modifications no longer interested him, so he started offering modifications that broke safety regulations. At first things were going smoothly, hover cars capable of bending light, rendering them invisible to the naked eye among other things. Till a snot nosed brat came in, ordering him to upgrade his hover car so he could go faster than light. Mac was irritated at the kids tone of voice, however the brats request piqued his interest. Long story short, The brat got his car capable of travelling faster than light. Used it for drag racing, causing car to hit a building and explode, the explosion taking out half the city. Millions of lives lost, a massive investigation was called for, and Mac was dubbed a terrorist seeking to overthrow the government. Hearing the guards come closer to his cell. "How long till we get there! No forget that, give me my tools back and a couple of hours with the engine! I'll get us there in a day!" He shouts at them, already thinking up with modifications for the ship.
“This dwarf here is Mac.” Zara said as she walked in. “Oh, for the spirit's sake, SHUT UP!” She shocked the man with the shock-baton, silencing him. “What did the dwarf do?” Valentine asked as she looked at him. “This idiot build a car that killed few millions of people. He is the first man in this century sentenced for genocide – and the idiot has done it by accident.” Zara shook her head. “You want to have a go at him?” “Nah.” The blond shook her head. “The dwarf is half of the man, without an arm he I even less. I highly doubt there is anything interesting in there.” Zara laughed throatily. “The scum might actually have to compensate with some device – a dildo or an egg-vibrator?” She said as she started walking to the door. “Really?” The blond asked as she turned on her heel and followed the brunette. “Considering how his last device ended up, you would put anything he build between your legs?” “Hah! No way in hell!” They closed the doors to the cell.
Zara and Valentina stopped after walking out of the cell. “That should do it for now.” Zara said as she turned to the blond. “For now go to your room and unpack yourself. Captain gave us permission to play with prisoners after 18.00. We will set up the autopilot with an alarm notification and then go have some fun.” “Understood, ma’am.” The blond smiled and saluted. “Good. Carry on.” The raven-haired woman smiled back and saluted. “And a… see you at the party.”
The door from one of the cells opened and two people walked out of it. The first one was Leia Ball, the ship's captain. She was an older, attractive woman who looked to be in her forties, but with gene-treatment, one could never be sure. She was of Caucasian descent, her face was squared shape and her long white hair tied in thigh bun. Her most prominent feature was her large, shapely bust. She was wearing a grey ankle-high high-heels, brown stockings and brown garter belt, standing practically naked - with her shaven pussy and impressive bust for anyone to see. Her entire body was covered in sweat, her pussy and tights were covered with sex fluids - both semen and her own sex juices. Her right tit had a bright red hand imprint on it, while her neck had an imprint of its own. She walked out with her hands raised in surrender. Behind her, walked out a prisoner - LK-27E 'Luke', a genetically modified soldier. He held a shock-baton at the back of her head. "The remaining prisoners are Mac - the mechanic responsible for genocide, the pirate Serina - a hermaphrodite and a cyborg hacker called Byz. Which do you want to start with?" the woman asked, clearly scared of the man.
"Pirate" His decision was easy. Pirate looked like the only one who knew enough about spaceships to actually pilot it. Luke's own knowledge about spaceships was limited to operating gun turrets. "You'll knock in the door and order whoever of your crew to come out without warning him or her. Else, "He pushed the baton in her back and activated it on the lowest setting for a short brief moment "you'll get much more than that."
Leia jumped a little, feeling the current from the shock-baton - it wasn't much, but enough to make her feel it's touch. She walked up to the door, her heels clicking loudly on the metal surface, and pressed the intercom's button. "Ensign Orr. There is a problem with your transfer papers, I need you here right now to explain it."
Luke positioned himself near the door, out of field of view of the Ensign. His plan was to ambush her and mercilessly stun her using the baton. He didn't want to take any chances and give her an opportunity to defend herself.
It took a few minutes before the voice of ensign sounded from the intercom. "Sorry Captain, can we discuss it after I finish?" the sound of the woman sounded strained and muffed. "No, we can not." There was a long pause before the Ensign spoke again. "What kind of problem?" Leia looked at Luke then back at the intercom. "Do you seriously want me to explain by the closed door. Come and see for yourself." It took a few more moment and a few exchanged sentences before Valentina Orr finally opened the door. The beautiful young woman who opened the door looked to be in mid of her twenties. She kept her blond hair cut short in a bob style. She was of Caucasian descent and she had a small heart-shaped face. Her frame was busty, yet she had some muscles on her. Her grey uniform jacket was opened wide, showing off her big, perfectly round breasts. The skirt hid her cleanly shaven pussy. She was also wearing grey ankle-high high-heels, brown stockings and brown garter-belt. Her thighs were covered with her pussy juices and sperm. After she opened the door, Luke didn't give her any time for action. He drove the shock-baton into her most exposed flesh - the side of her boob. "!!!" The surprised woman didn't have any chances for reaction as she fell, on her back, with her jacket wide open. She shook for a moment as the current continued circulating her body before finally losing consciousness. The side of her tit became red in the place she was shocked.
"Pull her in. I'll follow. Time to meet our pirate," Luke ordered as his gaze traveled down Orr's messy thighs "What a fucking crew of perverted sluts" He commented. "Really, you all are absolutely mad. I understand that this is second grade vessel but I never expected the navy to be that unprofessional." Luke remembered earlier Orr's visit to his cell and he was attracted to her even back then. Seeing her motionless like that was strangely arousing and for a brief moment the soldier considered enjoying the woman but he knew that there are two other members of the crew and he couldn't allow himself to waste time.
Serina stepped out into view carefully so that she didn't accidentally meet the same fate. She was now fully clothed although a thin layer of sweat glistens off of her body. She deactivated her own shock baton and crossed her arms in mild irritation. A slightly disappointed sigh left her lips as she looks at the incapacitated ensign on the floor. "well, you didn't have to shock her to complete unconsciousness... Oh well, I guess having one hostage will have to do for now. Still..." She moved to drag the ensign and pushed her into the chair that she was confined in and makes sure that the restraints are locked onto her arms and legs properly. "We don't want her waking up at an inappropriate time." "Now then..." the pirate looked up Luke and his captive. "We're taking over the ship then. The next step should be simple: Release the remaining prisoners." Without even bothering to wait for Luke to agree to accept her help or not, she walked out past him. Although she kept the shock baton tightly gripped in her hand just in case...
"I see you are not the only one to let your prisoner escape. Loser captain with a crew of losers. Go!" Soldier pushed Leia in the direction to the next cell. Luke was surprised that this hermaphrodite is actually looks like a very attractive woman. He expected to see someone hideous with both male and female features. Luke decided to accept pirate's leadership, for now. He knew that she is more qualified for leading this kind of takeover operation, simply because she knew much more about spaceships.
The next door that opened, belonged to Mac - the mechanic. The guard present was a stunning looking middle-aged woman. Her face was diamond shaped and she had long straight raven hair that ended right below her ass. Her body had quite visible curves, which her clothes completely failed to hide, and her skin was of distinctive light brown colour. The curvy woman was wearing dark blue catsuit uniform, unzipped all the way to her ass showing off her shaven pussy, small asshole bountiful bust with piercings in her nipples and perfect skin – and lack of bra, or any clothing underneath the catsuit, whatsoever. On her feet, she wore a pair of knee-high high-heeled boots. On her sleeve, she had Master Sergeant's insignia and on the front of her catsuit she had a stripe with a name that read ‘Zara Snider’. As Mac was sitting the woman was riding him... but it was him who held her shock-baton pointed at her tit. She held her hands by her forearms behind her back and had her mouth filled with cum.
Wet slapping sounds filled the room, as the Master Sergeant rode Mac's thick cock. A few moments later Mac groaned. "Ooooh" his cum flooded the woman's tight pussy. "Alright slut, turn around and bend over. This time i'm taking your ass." He said as he gave her pierced nipple a little shock, as the woman got off of him he noticed the door to his cell was open. He saw a woman with tattooed arms standing by the door. Sitting upright he looked at her frowning about the interruption. "Who're you? You dont look like a guard to me." He said as he gave Zara tits a slap, while his other hand held the shock baton.
