Shokushu High School

ON THE TABLE

With the sultry music pounding through her veins like fine wine, SpaceGirl slipped one bra strap over her shoulder and allowed in to dangle free. Caught up in the moment, she wiggled her hips provocatively, dancing slowly to the insidious beat. The other bra strap was unhooked in one deft movement and she felt her perky breasts settle slightly within their lacy covering. Holding one arm tightly across her chest, she reached behind with the other and unhooked the catch. The bra was now held only by her arm pressing the fabric against soft flesh. With affected coyness, she slid the garment out and discarded it with a flourish, her breasts still hidden by the arm pressed across them. Apart from the thumpingly erotic beat of the music, the room was silent, her audience raptly fixed on the slender body displayed on the low stage.

Turning away from the hideous collection of depraved humans and alien space-miners, she displayed them her naked back, her sleek legs encased in black stockings, her sinuously writhing hips, her pert buttocks almost totally revealed by tiny coffee-coloured panties. When she turned back, her hands cupped over pert mounds in imitation of the bra which lay crumpled to one side. The miners drew collective breath as she rotated her palms, pressing her hands into the resilient flesh, arousing herself as she danced, almost unaware of the hundred eyes fixed on her every movement. Relenting finally, she dropped her hands to caress over the taut dome of her belly. Fully revealed her breasts stood proudly. Obviously they had never had need of a bra to help define their uplift.

A gasp ran around the sleazy bar. Most of these creatures had not seen any sort of female for months, let alone one with such perfectly sensual lines as these. The slenderness of the body gyrating before them did nothing to disguise its ultimate femaleness. Nothing boyish about the slim figure exposed to them but a young woman revealed in the glory of her femininity. Her exquisite breasts jiggled slightly as SpaceGirl danced to the erotic beat. Proud nipples traced erratic patterns, their engorged tips witness to her arousal. Moving her hands upwards again, Hitomi cupped them beneath her hardening orbs, squeezing slightly, thrusting her tits out towards the audience. Thumbs rasped over distended teats causing them to swell more, darkening in colour as they engorged with blood. A louder gasp swept through the room. It was obvious this was no jaded stripper going through a tired routine. The expression on the young Japanese girl's face betrayed mounting excitement while her increasingly erratic breathing caused her tits to wobble delightfully.

Surely ADD agents had found themselves in stranger situations than this, Hitomi mused, but surely not many. Her mind wandered vaguely through the pink mist of growing arousal that threatened to overwhelm her. She had not realised the reality of having fifty pairs of eyes fixed lustfully on her every move would cause her to feel so sexy. It had seemed simple back on Antares. The ADD needed to investigate this mining camp and SpaceGirl could get in undercover by taking the place of an 'exotic dancer' who was due to visit as part of a lucrative tour of outlying settlements. There was no way they could cover for Tracey to go along with her, so she was on her own - but she had worked solo before. If there was any evidence, as ADD suspected, that this remote camp was being used as a staging post for earth girls kidnapped by the alien sex-slavers, Hitomi would find it, use the transmitter secreted outside the perimeter and a Directorate task-force would hit the camp before anyone knew what was happening. And it had been easy. The miners were pathetically grateful to see any sort of female after their long isolation and there had been no questions when an oriental turned up in place of the buxom blonde expected.

That is, it had been easy until she had arrived in this bar for her first performance. First there had been the shock of meeting the bar owner. Old Timer! He had been around for so long that no-one even remembered his true name. A legend of space exploration and one of Hitomi's youthful heroes! Surely he couldn't be tied in with such activities as kidnapping girls to sell as sex-pets to alien masters! So overcome had she been at meeting her hero that she had confided more than she should have about her mission. Old Timer had been offended that he could be linked to anything so monstrous even by association. He had refused to drink with SpaceGirl, and stalked off in a huff. Now, on top of that, she was half way through her act and getting randy as hell from the excitement feeding back to her from the audience!

IN THE ACT

As the heat from her aroused nipples glowed throughout SpaceGirl's body, her earlier inhibitions faded away. The writhing of her hips became steadily more uninhibited. Shamelessly playing to her audience, she ground her lower body in the age-old movements intended to provoke the watcher into a red heat of lustful desire. Her actions became more frantic as the music speeded up, hips jerking, thrusting the panty-clad mound of her pubis towards the watchers. Releasing her excited breasts, she bent forwards, shaking the swollen mounds in invitation. Turning, she pushed her bottom out towards the dimly lit audience, rolled it suggestively. Then she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them slowly down to expose rounded hemispheres. It was too much for one of the alien watchers. Even as he tried to scramble over the lip of the stage, a bouncer rushed forwards and beat him back savagely with a heavy club.

Turning again, SpaceGirl swayed before the engrossed audience. Tendrils of jet-black hair peeked over the top of her last defence, the thin roll of half-removed panties. With a supple movement Hitomi slid the offending garment over the swell of her swaying hips and parted her legs to allow it to fall to the floor. With a quick kick the panties joined the discarded bra and the young girl was fully revealed. Naked but for the self-support stockings, seeming even more naked because of those garments, SpaceGirl danced around the stage in abandon. Breasts jiggling, hips swinging, she repeated movements that were old in the time of the pharaohs. From time to time her sex winked coyly from between thighs sleek with the sweat of her exertions and maybe slippery with something more.

Reaching one of the tawdry decorations that bordered the stage, Hitomi grasped a long feather. Once it must have been the plumage of some exotic bird. Now it was put to a different purpose. Twisting and turning about the small stage, SpaceGirl ran the long plume over her glistening skin. Despite the heat in the room, she shivered slightly as it tickled over her super-sensitive flesh. Showing no awareness of her audience, even as she moved in ways designed to inflame them with lust, Hitomi dragged the tip of the plumage over her taut breasts. As it passed over her throbbing nipples, she had to bite her lip to stifle a groan of pleasure. Nothing had made her feel this good since her last night in Tracey's arms.

The thought of that skilful black body entwined with hers as they writhed across her bed in an orgy of mutual please sent a shaft of lust through Hitomi's groin. Her clitoris swelled in anticipation. Desperately trying to suppress her arousal, SpaceGirl thought back to her last interview with Commander Black. She had asked about how Tracey was developing as an agent. Black had assured her that Tracey was doing fine, was likely to qualify soon. She didn't add that Tracey was driven by personal tragedy connected to the evil alien sex-slavers, much as Hitomi had been when she had first joined the Directorate. Nor did she add that the Directorate used such feelings, manipulated them, to turn out some of their very best agents. She had her job to do after all, and making more efficient agents was a big part of it.

Turning her back on the audience, SpaceGirl arched her back and thrust her bottom towards the audience. Her vulva was plainly visible between half-parted legs as she rolled her hips tauntingly. Reaching between her legs, she ran the feather slowly over the tight hemispheres of her buttocks tracing patterns over the susceptible tissue, arousing herself even as she drove the audience wild. Dropping to her knees, Hitomi lowered her upper body until her breasts pressed into the greasy carpet, knees edging apart, and bottom thrusting upwards. The upturned v-shape of her parted thighs meant the full length of her sex-lips was exposed to a hundred lascivious eyes. Squirming one arm beneath herself, the young girl teased the feather over her pouting mound, almost oblivious to the engrossed watchers now as she aroused her aching pussy. Tormenting herself with the plume, she drew it over the tight knot of her anus, then tickled the sensitive fold that concealed her aroused clitoris, driving herself wild with desire.

Losing all control, SpaceGirl groaned aloud, the sound muffled by her head pressing into the dirty floor covering. Tossing the feather aside, she ran her middle finger up the groove between her labia, easily parting the ripe peach of her cunt. A collective gasp sounded loud over the throbbing music as Hitomi found the engorged bud of her clitoris and rolled it between her fingers. No finesse now, she was too aroused for that. Dimly she knew the audience was watching her every move but that only added to the excitement as her fingers manipulated the throbbing clit to full erection.
'Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh,' even as she tugged on the swollen nub, her other arm dived between her body and the floor. Reaching back, Hitomi slid one long finger deep into her vagina. Taking it back out, shining slick with her juices, she added a second digit and plunged them back between the ribbed walls of her cunt. She could almost feel the heavy breath of aroused miners playing over her open vagina as they crowded as close to the stage as they dared, watching in fascination as her fingers thrust in and out in accelerating rhythm. Faster and faster her hands moved as she expertly sexed herself. Fingers blurred over the aching clit as a third digit joined the assault on her quivering cunt.

'Nnnnngghhhhhhhhhhhh ....... Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh .....' movements became spastic, fingers jerked wildly as SpaceGirl's body shivered into climax. Animal-like the grunts and growls of excited mutants and human slime answered her. Sliding down exhausted, until she lay flat on the floor, Hitomi gradually became aware of what she had just done. Her cheeks flushed an even deeper red as need was replaced by shame. How could she have been so wanton? The excitement of having so many males lusting after her had driven her to an act she would never have believed herself capable of. Bringing herself off in front of a room full of strangers! Trying to hide her vagina with one hand, she quickly gathered her bra and panties and fled. The hysterical cheers of her audience only added to her shame.

OLD TIMES

Luckily her rooms were only just down a short hallway from the bar. In such a small camp as this nothing was very far from anything else. Heading into the bathroom, Hitomi splashed cold water onto her face even while trying to avoid making eye contact with herself in the large mirror. Her thoughts were confused. She had behaved like a cheap whore for that monstrous audience, but despite her shame she was still aroused by what she had just done. Her clit still tingled at the memory and her nipples continued to jut provocatively. What did that make her? A pervert, getting her kicks from exposing her sex to total strangers? It was disturbing to say the least. Wrapped in her thoughts, SpaceGirl replaced the same underclothes she had so easily discarded only minutes before. Was she truly a pervert or had she tapped some secret spring of dark desire deep within every woman? As she adjusted her bra, she gave a sudden start. Moving on silent feet, Old Timer had slid noiselessly into the room. He stood behind her, face expressionless, dressed just in his accustomed blue jeans. The tattoos across his chest looked vivid in the bright light.

Her first thought was to cover herslf. But the man behind her had certainly seen her performance so it seemed a bit late to try and hide her charms now. A thin smile broke the stone visage.
'That was quite some performance you gave out there, girl.' His low voice brought back a hundred memories of old Tri-V programs. 'If I had an act like that in my bar every night I'd have retired rich by now.'
'I didn't mean ...... I mean I don't usually ...... Uh, I mean that's not really me ......' Hitomi stuttered.
'Sure looked real to me, girl.'
'You know why I'm here,' voice steadying. 'I had to play the part, didn't I?'
'Surely,' the voice was almost gentle now. 'No need to explain to me. I just stopped off to apologise for my behaviour earlier. Wasn't any too civilised of me. I'll be on my way now.'
'No ...... wait ......,' Hitomi caught her thoughts. She could use an ally and, after all, it wasn't that often she met a living legend. 'Why don't you stop for that drink?'

'Well, OK, if you're sure?'
'Just give me a moment or two.' Old Timer slid out as soundlessly as he had arrived, while Hitomi splashed a bit more water over herself. Realising she was wearing the same undies she had worn on stage, she discarded them again and slipped on a pair of black briefs, belatedly covering herself with her robe. Then she went to join her hero. The other room in the suite doubled as a bedroom and living room. The man had already found his way to the mini-bar and he handed her a glass as she entered the room. There was only one chair, so SpaceGirl sat on the edge of the bed, awkwardly aware of the length of her legs still exposed by the short robe. As they chatted, Hitomi found her unease disappearing. Old Timer talked easily, lightly touching on some of the exploits that had made him a household name. SpaceGirl found herself responding, telling him about the Directorate and some of her experiences. She was flattered that he seemed impressed by what she had done.

'Well, I guess I'd better be off now.' Old Timer rose to his feet.
Standing also, Hitomi found herself face to face with him in the small room. Her head barely reached his chin and she was very aware of the manly smell emanating from the broad muscular chest only inches away from her. Somehow, she was never sure who had made the first move, she found herself crushed against that strong chest, her head tilted backwards to exchange greedy kisses with the older man. Strong hands slid the robe from her shoulders and explored her exposed flesh, the experienced touch as he fondled her naked breasts causing her to mew with appreciation. Expertly arousing the young girl, Old Timer turned her around and laid her across the edge of the bed. She looked very innocent and vulnerable lying there with her face buried into the soft duvet. Almost he felt sorry for her.

Not bothering to remove the panties, he pushed them to one side, his hand fastening on the exposed flesh of her still-aroused cunt. Knowing fingers played over swollen lips and slid into the wet depths between, opening her like a flower. Even as he strummed the hard bud of her clitoris, his other hand was at his waist, unfastening his jeans. They slid downwards under their own weight to reveal that he wore nothing underneath. While slipping one broad finger into the squirming body beneath him, the other hand brought his impressive erection to full arousal with a few deft strokes. Quickly, almost brutally, he bent over the recumbent form and thrust his organ deep into Hitomi's cunt in one swift movement.
'Aaaaannnggghhhhhh,' Hitomi was wet and ready, the earlier arousal on stage fuelled by the expert touch of her childhood hero. His weight pressed the slender body deep into the mattress, one hand tangled in the long black hair, the other clenching a firm buttock, Old Timer thrust in and out of the contracted walls in a hypnotic rhythm. It was some time since he had had such a tight cunt to fuck. It was all over in minutes. Even as the man lost control, jerking spastically as he jetted his seed into the enfolding channel, Hitomi reached her own orgasm, wailing loudly and spasming beneath him.

TRANSFORMER

Dimly Hitomi was aware of the weight being removed from her back as she drifted, half-asleep, exhausted by two intense sexual experiences so close together. Her panties still banding around her thighs, she lay limply across the bed, head right on one edge, long hair hanging down. The pool of fluid seeping from her vagina and pooling beneath her was cooling rapidly and vaguely uncomfortable. Faint noises in the room suggested Old Timer was getting dressed. She felt disappointed. He could at least have stayed a while, shown her some affection. Maybe they could even have fallen asleep together, awoken in the morning in each others arms. Apparently it was not to be. Like most men, he had had what he wanted and was going. Even heroes have their flaws.

But unknown to SpaceGirl, Old Timer was not getting dressed. Rather he was assuming his true shape. His body was changing colour, turning to a greenish hue with mottled blue banding. Arms and legs disappeared, changing into tentacles as the bulk widened, thinned. Many more tentacles sprouted seemingly at random. The remaining hint of his face and chest seemed obscene in the centre of the hideous form that was revealed as the alien shape-shifter returned to his natural appearance. While he had enjoyed plundering the young body on the bed, he wanted to experience it again without the constraints of a human form to inhibit his pleasure.

The first indication SpaceGirl had that all was not finished for the night was when a soft touch slithered up to caress her leg. Almost asleep, she moaned softly in appreciation. Maybe she had misjudged him after all. Another soft touch prodded at the side of her hip, attempting to reach underneath her prone body. Automatically she shifted onto her side to allow the touch to proceed unhindered. The feeling wandered over the soft flesh of her groin and between her legs. Slipping under the waistband of her half-lowered panties, the touch crept onto her exposed vulva.
'Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, that feels nice,' she murmured, eyes still closed. Her breathing grew deeper as the touch explored her sex-lips, still half parted from the recent fucking she had received. It flicked her exposed clitoris and she groaned.

Gliding easily through the sweat and love-juice that plastered SpaceGirl's cunt, the tentacle explored her secret places. Sliding down the channel between her inner lips, it teased around the opening of her vagina before continuing onwards to slither between her parted buttocks and press against her anus. Hitomi moaned as her body became increasingly aroused by the attention. Opening her eyes, she attempted to turn over to smile her appreciation. She managed a half turn of her head before she saw exactly what Old Timer had become and her scream rent the air. Quick as a flash, tentacles grabbed her arms and legs, pinioning her to the bed. Even as she struggled, the invasive tendril continued to explore her nether regions, undisturbed by her thrashing about in an attempt to free herself.

While tentacles wrapped firmer around SpaceGirl's limbs, Old Timer moved in closer. She could feel his hot breath on her back and the heat of his body threatened to overwhelm her. Climbing fully onto the bed, the soft slimy membrane of his skin made loathsome contact with her back, which crawled at the contact she was unable to avoid.
'I've had eighteen earth girls,' the voice was still recognisable, 'and the thing I learned best is that I enjoy them more when they are begging me to continue. You are half-way there already.'
'Beg you to continue! You'll wait a long time for that, you alien scum,' Hitomi blustered even while the intrusive tentacle continued to play havoc with her emotions as it explored her cunt.
'You think you can deny your own perverted needs? Well, we shall soon see. You forget that I saw you writhing with abandon in front of fifty of my associates not two hours ago. I know you SpaceGirl, and I know how to make you beg for more. And if you are very, very good to me, I just might not pass you on to the other fifty before I kill you.........'

Restrained as she was, lying half on her side, no part of SpaceGirl's body was safe from manipulation. Even as the hideous slimy flesh pressed against her trembling back, tentacles slithered beneath her arm and fastened onto her breasts. Wrapping around the silky mounds, already hardened with lust from her previous experiences, they began to squeeze and excite the jutting orbs mercilessly. Despite her vows, Hitomi mewed as the tendrils worked over her aroused flesh, pressing into the soft skin, constricting her tits in their grip. Everywhere they moved, a thin trail of slime remained behind. Soon the entire surface of her tits was covered by the emission. Rather than growing cold though, it seemed to grow warmer the longer it was in contact with her flesh. The warmth transmitted itself to her tits and they swelled harder as the assault continued. The warmth seemed to be spreading through her body, exciting her strangely.

She couldn't help herself. She gasped aloud as slippery tentacles swept over her nipples, stimulating them with their touch, depositing more of the warm slime over the sensitive peaks. Her nipples were always the most responsive part, as Tracey had discovered to her delight. Now they rose almost painfully erect as the strange warmth seeped into their receptive tissue. Old Timer was well aware of the effects his aphrodisiac secretions had on human females and he felt the teats growing longer as they swelled beneath his touch. Intensifying his efforts, he softly lashed over the throbbing peaks with his appendages, working them to greater prominence. He was rewarded as SpaceGirl squirmed beneath his grip, pushing back harder against him.

The tentacle which had been incessantly groping over Hitomi's cunt was joined by several more. They spread over her lower body, leaving a trail of slime over her rounded buttocks, delving between to explore the hidden valley. Sweeping around, they explored her prominent mound with its sleek covering of black hair, which became slicked closely to her skin as the slime soaked her pubis.
'Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh,' the warmth created by the slime covering her bottom and groin seeped inwards, setting her cunt on fire. She could feel her clitoris swollen with lust and poking clear of its sheath. One appendage slithered across it and she almost screamed at the intensity of feeling as a layer of slime was deposited directly on the engorged nub. Her chest heaved as her breathing grew ragged and she knew her juices were streaming down to mingle with the aphrodisiac secretion.

The slime worked its effect on her most sensitive parts. Her awareness contracted until all she was aware of was the sensations flooding her erogenous zones. She was no longer Hitomi, the best agent ADD had ever produced. She was no longer a person or even human. She was nothing more than a cunt, an ass, and a pair of tits with throbbing nipples, all of which cried out for more. Only the last stubborn vestiges of her pride stopped her begging for something to fill the aching void of her cunt. Her body writhed with animal lust as the tentacles continued to drive her wild. The red haze that was all the remaining consciousness she possessed screamed for orgasmic release but for some reason it would not come.

CAUGHT IN THE ACT

Unaware she was even doing it, SpaceGirl was screaming with unfulfilled lust as her body thrashed and squirmed within restraints that were no longer necessary to keep her from escaping. Her voice babbled madly as she twisted wildly under the alien assault. With cruel joy, Old Timer kept her dangling in the web of lust his secretions had created. She would beg him for release! She had to! Finally it happened!
'Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhh ............... Motherfuckers ...... STOPPPPPP .... Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh ............ Nooooooooo ......... Don't Stop ...... You Bastard ......... Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn ......... NNNNOOOOOOOOOO ............ CUNT! ......... cuntshitpisssfuckbastardfucker ......... Nnnnnnggggghhhhh .......... Ffffffffffffffffuck MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!' It was what he had been waiting for. One thick tentacle lined up with the gaping entrance to her cunt and slammed deep within her twitching body in one long movement. Reaching bottom, it banged hard against her cervix and withdrew. Another thick tentacle twined around the first and they plunged back inside, stretching sensitive walls as they widened her cunt to accept their bulk. It was enough to trigger the long delayed orgasm.

'Aaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,' the shriek could be heard across the compound and listening miners grinned savagely to each other. They knew their turn would come. Old Timer had promised they could have the girl once he was finished. As long as they didn't kill her they could do what they wanted. Old Timer wanted that pleasure for himself and it wasn't wise to cross him. It would be soon now! There had been some vicious fights to decide in which order they would use her but there would be something for all of them.

'Mmmmmmmmmmmmfffffffffffffffhhhhhhhhh ........., 'the screams were muffled as a thick tentacle slid between the parted lips of Hitomi's mouth and began to fuck that orifice. Slime coated the insides and dripped down her throat, driving her arousal higher again. The tentacles on her tits continued to squeeze the painfully swollen orbs and lash over teats erected to a full inch. Twined tentacles thrust into the gaping maw of her cunt in relentless rhythm as SpaceGirl floated in an orgasmic sea. No longer even aware of the individual parts of her body, all she knew was the overall sensation. The orgasms didn't emanate from her cunt anymore. Her whole being orgasmed again and again.

Finally satisfied with the results he had invoked, Old Timer decided it was time to add one last factor. His organ still resembled the humanoid one that he had used earlier to fuck SpaceGirl's cunt. Now it was thicker, longer and the same colour as his body but it still resembled a penis. Grasping the spastically twitching body tighter, he carefully lined up his prick and then pushed it deep between firm hemispheres and into SpaceGirl's ass. His body slapped against her bottom as his organ filled her anus completely.
'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh ...... Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhh ......' unaware what was happening to her through the lust-haze, Hitomi at least recognised the sensations intensify another notch as her final orifice was brutally plundered. Feeding on her excitement, Old Timer intensified his efforts. His own desires rose as he crashed again and again into the abused anus, all the while keeping his tentacles at their devilish work on helpless cunt and tits.

Lust filled Old Timer as he used the body beneath him. His movements grew more erratic as his passion rose. His tentacle grip on SpaceGirl's tits intensified, bruising the pale flesh with the strength of his grip. Somehow he forced another tentacle into an already bulging vagina, whipping it around in a corkscrew motion even as the twined pair beat more violently into the wide-stretched hole. His organ jerked spastically in and out of the ill-treated anus beneath him as he approached his climax. 'Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,' the shriek of Hitomi's final orgasm came loudly even past the tentacle invading her mouth. It was matched by an unearthly screech as Old Timer gave one more powerful thrust that threatened to split her apart, while his hot seed spurted deep into her abused ass.

RELEASE

Hitomi lay spread-eagled across the cum-soaked bed. Somewhere she drifted between consciousness and unconsciousness. Occasionally she surfaced briefly to see a different human or alien face looming above her, features contorted with lust. Sometimes she spasmed again as another orgasm sent a jagged flash of light through her brain. Mostly she just twitched in a lust-dream. Miner after miner used the helpless body, no pity evident as they stared through blank eyes at the vulnerable body beneath them. Some were quick, some slower but one by one they used her powerless form for their own selfish needs. Most returned more than once.

How long she lay there or how many times she was ravaged, Hitomi never knew. Adding it up later, it could have been days, it could have been hundreds of loads of spunk jettisoned into her unconscious form. When she finally regained consciousness, she only knew that her entire body ached and her throat felt raw. From the feel of it nothing was broken but it would be a long time before the muscles of her cunt and ass recovered from the abuse. As she became aware of her surroundings, she realised she was in a dank, windowless room standing between two pillars, one arm chained to each, high above her head. Gradually she forced her brain to start working again. For some reason her psychic powers had failed her. They only came into effect once she lost the capacity to orgasm and something in her ordeal, maybe the slime warmth, had inhibited that condition. She still had her directorate equipment secreted about her body so far as she knew. But she needed her hands free to use the bombs and the way her arms were hoisted up, she couldn't twist enough to reach the lock-picks. For the moment she was helpless, so she forced herself to conserve what little energy remained, waiting for an opportunity.

She must have hung there for a couple of days. Occasionally a pair of mutants came in and held a dirty jug to her lips for her to drink tepid water. Sometimes they thrust chunks of stale bread into her mouth to chew on as best she might. Mostly they also ran their hands over her helpless body while she fed but beyond that they did no further harm. From time to time she dropped into a fitful sleep. It was waking from one such doze that she became aware of movement. She stirred awake as the sound of the door grated behind her. Moments later, the figure of Old Timer stood before her. For some reason he had returned to human form. Standing silently he looked at her condition with satisfaction. Numb with fatigue, SpaceGirl could hardly stand. Ugly bruising covered much of her proud breasts and the dried crust caused by a multitude of male climaxes had streaked thickly over her inner thighs. She was filthy and her luxuriant hair hung in draggled rats-tails over her shoulders but, as he easily evaded her attempt to kick out at him, he saw her vagina looked to have healed substantially. It was just what he wanted to see.

As he stood there studying her, SpaceGirl finally noticed what he carried in one of his hands. It was a whip! Seeing her expression, Old Timer's smile broadened. He flicked his wrist and the gunshot crack sounded just beside her ear. Involuntarily Hitomi flinched away from the sound. Grinning savagely now, he gestured to someone behind her. Before she could react, strong hands gripped her legs and pulled them apart. Something bulky pressed at her apex, then a thick, heavily oiled dildo slid deep into her cunt lubricating its passage as it went. Straps were quickly fastened around her waist, securing the rod inside her body and preventing gravity or muscular contractions from allowing it to fall free. Hitomi's legs were released and after another gesture from Old Timer, the door clanged shut and they were alone.

Old Timer was laughing openly now as SpaceGirl twisted before him in a futile attempt to dislodge the mass filling her vagina.
'Maybe you are wondering why I chose my human form today?, he asked pleasantly. Reaching into his pocket he produced a small black box. 'I find the human hand has advantages sometimes when manipulating objects such as this.'
He pressed a button on the control box.
'Oooohhhhhhh!' the response was automatic as the dildo began to slowly rotate inside SpaceGirl's body. Her nipples twitched as the device stimulated the inner walls of her cunt.
'And this!' Another button.
'Uuurrgghhh!' The dildo continued to rotate but now it also seemed to contract and expand, slimming down, and then thickening out to stretch her sugar walls. Her nipples stood proud as bolts of pleasure shot through her helpless body. SpaceGirl stood on tiptoe in an automatic attempt to move away from the device violating her with such uncalled for gratification.
'And of course, this!' The dildo added a third movement as it began an up and down movement seeming to almost withdraw from her cunt then slowly working it's way back inside until it reached its full length.
'And, not least, THIS!' There was a dial on the box and Old Timer slowly began to turn it. A low humming filled the room as the device buried in SpaceGirl's snatch began to vibrate powerfully while still continuing its other movements. Her body grew rigid as wave after wave of pleasure spread out from her cunt. Her breasts hardened perceptibly and her nipples stood out like little thumbs, while her clitoris expanded until it rubbed against the leather harness holding the dildo inside her.

'Aaaarrrggghhhh ......... Nnnnnnpppphhhhhhhh ............' a powerful orgasm shot through Hitomi's body as she writhed helplessly in her bonds. Old Timer watched, the grin still on his face. He made no attempt to stop the device. Rather he turned the dial another notch, increasing the power of the pulsating movements that shook the body before him.
'But of course, I didn't just come here to amuse you with my little toy. I have a story to tell you.' The grin became fixed, warring with hatred on the hard angles of his face.
'A few years ago, myself and a little band had a nice business going.' The whip trembled as he raised his hand.
'Yes, a nice harmless little business.' Suddenly he lashed out and a streak of fire flashed across Hitomi's shoulder. She could feel the blood tricking down her arm from where the whip had cut into her flesh.
'We didn't harm anyone. Well, at least not that many,' the whip reached out again and pain exploded across the soft under-surface of her left breast.
'We just made a simple business proposition to certain travellers.' A line of fire scorched across her belly, its pain mingled with the continuing arousal emanating from her cunt. Old Timer turned the dial higher and pleasure won over pain. Hitomi jiggled helplessly between the pillars as another orgasm flashed through her body.
'A simple business proposition,' he continued. 'We just offered them their lives in exchange for everything else they possessed.' Pain exploded in the swollen flesh of her right breast as the lash just missed her engorged nipple.
'Most of our, ah ...... clients, entered the contract willingly.' Agony burst across her thigh. Sweating now, face contorted with hatred, Old Timer lashed out wildly, at the same time turning the device filling her cunt to full power. Pleasure duelled with pain as SpaceGirl twisted, powerless to avoid the whip which cracked out again and again to lash her tender body, powerless to avoid the pleasure as the dildo bucked, twisted and hummed within her spasming vagina.

'Well,' he panted with the exertion. 'Seems the government didn't like our little business. Labelled us space pirates. Us! Simple businessmen! Seems they sent a little busybody from the ADD to break up our racket. Some little Japanese tart known as SpaceGirl! I lost a lot of friends and what was left of us, we had to hide out in this blasted place.' The whip reached out ceaselessly, Hitomi's body on fire as it contorted before him.
'I've been waiting a long time to get even with that Asian slut! With YOU! And you know what? It was worth waiting for. Oh, was it ever worth waiting for this day! Leper thinks he's going to get you but I'm afraid you'll be in no condition after I've finished with you.'

Old Timer moved out of sight behind SpaceGirl. New pain burst through her body as the lash began to fall on her slender back. Streaks of fire flashed across the taut swellings of her buttocks and curled across the backs of her thighs. It all began to get mixed up in her brain as suffering mingled with arousal. Erotic agony triggered her into another orgasm, cunt-juice mingling with trickles of blood on her inner thighs. Then the lashing stopped. She felt Old Timer close behind her, felt his heat and the harsh ragged breath on her back. Grasping her powerfully by the hips, her lifted her off the floor and a new type of pain burst through her body as her rammed his hot length deep into the unprepared depths of her anus. Hanging from her wrists, SpaceGirl twisted violently in an attempt to escape the savage plundering of her tight ass. It became easier as sweat or some other fluid began to lubricate her passage. The pain caused by the whipping faded slightly, a dull aching suffusing her entire body, while the stimulation of her cunt and anus continued unabated. She began to react automatically, thrusting back to meet each penetration, her body welcoming the assault even as her mind cried out in hatred.

'Slut I called you and slut you are,' the voice hissed in her ear as she moaned and bucked with excitement. 'You little whore! You enjoy being taken like this don't you!'
'N..n...n... NNNOOOOOOO!!!' She couldn't help herself. Breasts stood achingly hard and proud with lust, nipples jutted in engorged arousal, jiggling wildly under the powerful thrusts. Her clitoris rubbed incessantly against the hard leather of the harness, while the device buried deep in her cunt caused her insides to twitch ceaselessly. The pounding in her ass merged with the pleasure in her cunt and overwhelmed her.
'Aaaannnnngggghhhhhhh ......... Ooooooooohhhhhhhh ...... yes ...... YESSSSSS ......... Fuck me hard! ... Fuck me like the dirty little pervert I am! FUCK ME YOU BASTARD!!!! Nnnnnngggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......' her cries tailed off into incoherent babbling as wave after wave of blinding orgasms wracked her spasming body. She was unaware as Old Timer jerked spastically, depositing a new load of cum deep in her tortured body. Finally it became too much, her head fell forwards and she slumped unconscious, her entire weight hanging from the bands around her wrists.

AND SO TO BED

When she came to again, the device had been removed and the trickles of blood had dried across the front of her body. Everywhere she could see, her beautiful form was cross-hatched by angry looking weals. A kind of numbness filled her brain as she recalled her last moments before darkness descended. She had welcomed that alien scum as he had savagely buggered her. Maybe she truly was a pervert. Maybe she couldn't get turned on by normal sex. No, that didn't seem right. After all, she had enjoyed her experience with Old Timer before he had transformed. But something deep in her psyche also reacted to the perverted touch of alien tentacles. Something caused her to reach orgasm even as her body shuddered with pain and her mind seethed with hatred. Struggling to fight the apathy threatening to overwhelm her, she delved deep for positive memories. Found them as an image of Tracey surfaced in her mind. The pretty black face smiled at her tenderly, just as it had done in real life as they cuddled together after their last sex games. Tracey didn't think she was a pervert. Tracey loved her. Gathering strength from the image, Hitomi stood straighter. If she was perverted it was the aliens who had taken her virginity who had been the cause of it. She would fight those warped desires even as she fought the bastards who had twisted her mind and made her what she was! But first she had to escape. HAD to escape for Tracey's sake as well as her own!

The door grated behind her. Two of the aliens entered again but instead of feeding her, they each grasped a wrist and released the restraints. One held her arms tightly before her, ignoring the weak struggle that was all her abused body was capable of. The other placed a metallic band around each wrist and snapped it shut. The bands were joined by a short length of chain that held her arms close in front of her. The first alien grasped her by her long hair while his companion snapped a metal collar tightly around SpaceGirl's neck. He yanked the chain connected to it and she followed like a dog on its lead as they led her from the cell.

The light outside seemed surprisingly bright after her long incarceration in the dimly lit dungeon. It pained her eyes and she had to blink rapidly before her vision cleared. No-one else was in sight as she was marched across the compound and down an overgrown path between the trees. The alien holding her chain pushed her ahead of him as his companion turned to return towards the nearest building. Walking around a corner, the mining camp disappeared from view and Hitomi was alone with her monstrous captor. As she hesitated, her pushed her forwards.
'Old Timer don' want no-one see you leave. Too many miner want some more piece o' your soft little pussy.' He chucked to himself. 'Now I got it all to myself short time. Is payment for good lieutenant.' Hitomi knew all too clearly what he meant. She was to be killed, but first this alien intended to have a little fun with her body.

Still, at least the odds now were better than they had been inside. Old Timer obviously feared he would have a revolt on his hands if it were known he intended to dispose of the only female within 500 miles. So he had sent her out guarded only by one of his most trusted men. She was bound and drastically weakened by her ordeal but there must be a chance to turn the tables. And if she had to show this repulsive alien a good time to buy a few more minutes, then good time she would show him - in spades! But hopefully it wouldn't come to that. The monster seemed almost casual as they walked down the deserted track. Confident in the manacles that secured SpaceGirl, confident in his own superiority over a weak little human female. She decided to feed his sense of power, hunching up as she walked, trembling, whining pitifully for him to please let her go. As he laughed at her weakness the alien swaggered, secure in his dominion.

Fifty yards on they entered a small clearing.
'Far enough,' the alien decided. 'Time for fun.' He pushed Hitomi roughly in the back so that she fell forwards onto the grass. It was the moment she had been waiting for! Rolling over, the chain jerked out of the monster's hand. Rolling again, she huddled foetally, as though in fear. Her arms came up over her face as though to shield herself from what was to come. Deep laughter rolled around the clearing. That wouldn't help her escape his intentions! Secure in his invincibility, SpaceGirl's alien captor swaggered towards her, unaware of her hands buried deeply within the lank tresses of her hair, rooting around. It surprised him when the earth female got to her feet as he approached but the molecular wire-cutter was an almost invisible thread between her hands. It surprised and pleased him when she stepped towards him submissively. He would make the most of this woman!

That was his last thought this side of the grave. With a quick flip, SpaceGirl looped the wire-cutter over his head and pulled. Designed to cut through the hardest metal by de-bonding any molecules it came into contact with, the implement passed through flesh and bone effortlessly. The alien's expression was almost comical as his head bounced across the clearing. Green ichor fountained from the stump of his neck, splashing over SpaceGirl, as his body desperately tried to continue functioning. It was a vain effort. The pulsing died slowly away as the headless corpse gave up its fight for life and collapsed almost softly onto the stained grass. Hitomi jumped clear in revulsion. A bit of manipulation and the cutter separated the chain at her wrists. Another and she shortened the other chain at her collar to a manageable length. More than that could wait. She had seen what the wire-cutter could do now and wasn't about to take any risks with her own flesh.

Taking swift bearings from the sun, SpaceGirl set off in the direction of her transmitter, carefully giving the camp a wide berth. She figured to have a couple of hours before anyone went out to see what was keeping her erstwhile captor. It took less than an hour to locate the signalling device and transmit her message to the orbiting transport ship. Another thirty minutes and she heard the whoosh of assault-pods as they swept into the clearing, each carrying twenty of the Directorate's shock-troops. There was very little firing and it seemed only minutes before she heard the approaching footsteps and she was surrounded by a ring of horrified black-clad troopers. One quickly removed his flak-jacket and placed it around her shoulders as she smiled gratefully. She was safe at last.

Walking proudly, even as her legs trembled with accumulated fatigue, SpaceGirl stepped into the mining camp, still surrounded by her rescuers. They had all seen the condition of her body and their fixed expressions showed they were in no mood to ask questions first as their eyes darted about the compound. A bunch of miners were herded together on the ground, surrounded by a watchful group of troopers. Others stormed through the few remaining buildings driving yet more aliens from their improvised hiding places. Somehow word of her ordeal had preceded her and glances softened with pity as they met her gaze, hardened again as they turned back to the aliens who had violated one of their own. Hitomi's searching eyes picked through the alien captives and a smile of satisfaction crossed her face as she saw Old Timer sitting abjectly amongst them. The troopers who had adopted her as their own personal charge hustled her quickly past the group and into one of the assault-pods which immediately took off for the short journey up to the waiting transport. There a team of doctors and nurses clucked solicitously over her injuries before applying salve and bandages to the worst of them. At last SpaceGirl was allowed to sink tiredly into a clean soft bed and slide gently into oblivion, her mission completed.

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