Tormented Passage

by Richard Carradine

  It all sounded confused and I wasn't sure she wasn't bluffing. But I also thought that I might be able to get a message to Mum and Dad via this woman. And after all, she was right, in relation to what would be happening to me in the next five years, (I imagined a lot of wild things) and to the world in the next two-hundred years or so, who would give a shit?

  Her cap was on and she was outside the car when the Captain came back. "Did she orgasm, Bosun?" were his first words. This deal the Bosun had worked out obviously did not included lying for me.

  "Yes Sir!"

  He smiled at me and said: "You know the penalty for unauthorised orgasms, don't you, slut?" I felt numb and humiliated in front of the bosun even though she had seen my orgasm run its course. "Out, girl!"

  The bosun 'kindly' held my wrists as I was bent over the turbo pod and four sharp stripes were applied to my backside. As I waited for the first of them she whispered. "I couldn't lie, the seat you'd been sitting on was soaked with your juices. It just flooded out of you!" I had to count and ask for another at each stroke. When the bosun released my wrists I immediately straightened and the squirm I had been doing between strokes was immediately translated into a boob jiggling dance as I rubbed my bottom. The door was open on my side of the flitter and I saw the dark damp patch and knew that in this, at least, the bosun hadn't lied.

  I got myself under control slowly. It had hurt like the very devil yet the kernel of excitement was still there. I felt that beautiful thrill that masochism and humiliation fills me with and I knew I would be wet between my thighs. That wasn't just down to my recent orgasm. Each stroke had aroused as it hurt, pain and excitement fighting for dominance. Perhaps just one or two strokes more and I would have come again or at the very least had me begging to be allowed to come.

  Awareness of my surroundings came back to me. Each of the coloured squares that adjoined the landing circle was filled with gantries, machinery and equipment of all sorts. When we had landed I had seen nothing other than that. Now though, there were faces showing out of the dark shadows that were caused by the bright sunlight on the metal tangle in the squares, from at least threes sides. I was as certain as you can be with any bet, that even on the side hidden from me by the flitter there were workers waiting to catch sight of the source of the screams and moans.

  "Come on, girl, don't dawdle stay alert. It would be inconvenient to clit leash you and lead you by it but I will if you don't buck your ideas up!" His voice was firm and commanding and sounded slightly angry now. The proximity sensor inside my controller had been set at about ten metres but he obviously wanted my attention focused on the practicality of negotiating the metal maze in front of us. I realised what staying close to him would mean and swallowed. My wildly erotic outfit in the main protected me from bumps and bruises and its secondary role to keep me warm was at least partially effective, if that is, you ignored a wet and chilled pussy and goose pimply bust and butt. What it had not been designed for, though, was clambering up and down steps and ladders, over pipe work and gantries.

  The deeper we went into the metal maze of the blue square the more workers I saw and who saw me. Stepping up and over, climbing up and down, I knew I was giving the dockyard workers the show of a lifetime. I had long given up any attempt to maintain any sort of modesty. It was a struggle to stay up with the Captain, my footwear, though non-slip, didn't make for mountain goats sure footedness. Climbing up another short ladder on to a gantry my foot slipped and I almost slid down it. Suddenly it was as if I had found another rung. I looked down and a hand was under my foot, holding it up and supporting me. A sunburned face looked up at me and grinned. I didn't need to guess just what he was grinning at and I flushed from butt to forehead. Scrabbling for the next rung I carried on up the ladder. Twice more it was to happen, I wasn't sure but I think they may have found some way to make my foot slip because there was always another hand to catch me and another grinning face stare up at me. I climbed the last and final ladder up on to a gantry and for the first time saw 'Sweet Thing!'

  It was as though the breath had been knocked out of my body. Perhaps not difficult when you're as hard corseted as I was but nonetheless I felt stunned. From up in the sky, as you got near the ships had seemed big. Now, on that gantry, looking straight at 'Sweet Thing!'s nose she seemed massive. She crouched organic, manta-like, on the concrete as though about to spring up and swim away with incredible speed through the atmosphere. Her skin shone almost mirror-like with a hint of blue and I wasn't sure whether it was in the metal or was just the reflection of sky and concrete. Perhaps it was all three. "Sweet Thing!" His voice was husky and loving and I felt a little hurt at the confirmation I was only a toy to distract him and entertain him a while whilst he rested from loving her. Even a slut in a kinky world has fantasies within fantasies and it doesn't take long to form them. Stumbling along that final gantry way and down on to the concrete on which she sat on huge columnar legs, my awe grew. If she had seemed big, down below she seemed overwhelming. "Keep up! Keep up!" Had my fetish master turned into the White Rabbit?

  The walk from the flitter had been hard on me and by the time we climbed the stairs into her belly I was red and panting in the extreme. "Hallo, Sweet Thing!"

  "Welcome aboard, Captain Avon, I've missed you." The voice was soft and vibrant and as I looked round the airlock I expected to see a beautiful woman appear and then felt silly, realising that what I was hearing was the ship AI.

  "I've missed you, Sweet Thing. Everything OK?"

  "Not yet, Jude, but with you aboard it soon will be. Have you finished dirt-side yet?"

  "No. It will be a while yet. This trip is taking a lot of coordinating."

  "Is this your new slut?" If she'd had lips I think they would have curled.

  "Yes. This is Ginny Dunlop."

  "Nice to meet you, Ginny." Can an AI lie? Or was she just being diplomatic? Some would ask can they really be sentient?

  "It will be useful to have an intelligent auxiliary unit this trip, Jude." Was that how she thought of me? I wondered, an auxiliary unit.

  "Yes. We'll be in the main cabin. Put the latest status report on the screen, please. The others will be here in forty five minutes." For the first time since coming aboard he seemed to see me as a person and saw how red, flushed and breathless I was. "Oh and have you enough supplies on board to make some coffee?"

  "Yes Jude. It will be waiting for you." The deck was softer than the gantry plate work but that softness made hardly any difference to the way their jiggling, caused by trying to keep up with him, affected my now aching breasts.

  CHAPTER 5

  It seemed almost mundane to be sitting in the Captain's cabin drinking coffee. No plastics or simulated wood here. It was panelled with a variety of woods and I knew they were both rare and expensive. The coffee was good and sitting dressed and filled in my kinky erotic outfit, 1 had that feeling of skewed and, with that dildo filling me, skewered, reality that Alice must have felt at her the tea party. 1 shifted on my chair as I held my cup feeling my insides stirred with a ripe liquidity.

  "I purchased her freedom when we got back and since then I've had a lot of money spent on 'Sweet Thing!'. Engines up-rated and the latest anti-friction coating. Refurbished in and out. The best that money can buy." It seemed silly to say he'd bought her freedom as though she were a person but I suppose all those years of relative and subjective time do things to a man. The corset forced me to sit bolt upright on my pussy so that the dildo was pushed in deep. I tried not to rock on it. In the warmth of the Captain's lounge my goose bumps had disappeared and my skin was moistening gently. I tried to ignore the arousing presence and concentrated on our conversation.

  "What do you think of my beauty?"

  "She's fantastic. I hadn't realised just how big she is. And she looks so," I groped for the words. "Lifelike." 1 realised just how silly that sounded. "You know, not like a machine, more like a living thing."

  "I think 'Sweet Thing!' would be upset if you didn't th
ink that!" He smiled as he sipped his mug of coffee.

  "All the ships shown on Tri-D look sharp and angular, they seem smaller than this ship, more like darts than an organic being."

  "Well most of those, from what I've seen dirt-side, were Navy ships. They tend to stay in the home sector and whilst they have to be capable of taking off and landing on planets, they tend to be in and out vessels. 'Sweet Thing!' has to be fully atmospheric because as she is a long voyage scout vessel she can spend months real time flying atmospheric." He topped up his coffee and mine. "They don't build ships like her any more. In your terms she was built a long time ago and she's big so that she can support me for years whilst we carry out deep space probes. I spent a lot of time hibernating but even so, with the suspended animation system I had, there was a limit to how much time I could stay that way. So she needed to be able to carry a lot of resources. But that's why modern scout vessels aren't as big as my beauty because their pilots spend most of their time in stasis. A colonization program as big as this needs a lot of support. She's one of the few vessels that can give it. She is really multi-role, as you'll find out. On the trip out we won't be able to use the stasis pods because we have to keep an eye on five thousand colonists and their supplies. And though now I don't have as big a crew as a Navy vessel," he winked at me (I felt myself colour because I realised that I was crew and screw!) " I'll go into stasis on the way back but she still has to carry a lot of life support supplies for a five year trip."

  "How will you get five thousand colonists aboard 'Sweet Thing'," his smile wasn't exactly patronising but I had made him laugh.

  "Oh they don't board here. They are loaded into stasis-combs aboard the drop ship with their colonization equipment. We mate with the drop ship rather like a pilot fish on a shark and control the whole thing." I felt a little silly but then I wasn't an aficionado of deep space travel. "The other captains will do the same with their ships but 'Sweet Thing!' is the only full scout ship, the others are ferry boat captains really, not scout officers so they don't have atmospheric capabilities." He put his cup down now his coffee finished and I couldn't delay drinking the last of mine. "I had better get you ready to greet some of my junior captains. They'll be bringing their pets and I want you looking your best. First, though, over here on your knees."

  It had only been days since I had signed on and though most of that time had been spent preparing me for the voyage, I already knew what was expected of me. Compliant obedience. I left my chair and knelt before him. His dark uniform trousers were close cut to his muscular thighs but they were designed so that the almost invisible seams opened easily and fully under my Sim-Leather clad fingers to fully expose his already tumescent prick. Its length stiffened and grew as I took hold of its girth in my hand. I had practised enough with my trainer for my role but this was the first time with another human being and, taking a breath against the tightness of my corset, I lowered my open mouth over it. Well taught by my trainer, it was to be one talent that I would have to hone in the coming months and years. His cock tasted clean and almost astringent on my tongue, not at all what I'd expected. I remembered my training and as his now swollen head neared the back of my throat I swallowed and took him deep, timing my breath so as to not suffocate. Then, as I slowly lifted my head I set my now ringed and studded tongue to work. The taste seemed to work on me and I licked avidly, conscious of my own rising arousal. I carried on sinking and sucking, licking and lapping and I heard a mewing sound and realised it was me, eager for and needing my share of pleasure. Suddenly he grunted and hot sperm filled my mouth and overflowed. I swallowed the delicious soup and licked my lips, fingers wiping the splatters from my tits so I could eat that too. I was in heat and as I licked his lovely cock clean, inside I was amazed that I could find this still strange act so fulfilling and exciting.

  "Good bitch. Let's get you set up now for our visitors." He cuffed my wrists to the back of my belt and undid the crotch strap, pulling it carefully free from the ring that pierced the overlarge and swollen bud that was now my clit. Hot and horny, it was as though I was being given a shock but by a sweet thrill and my knees wanted to fold. "Sweet Thing! A post please." To one side of the room a post rose from the floor and as he led me to it said, "Hold the dildo in, girl, unless you're told to release it." He latched my ring to the tip of the pole and I was forced to stand aroused and helpless. I had to work hard to stop the small but heavy and ever vibrating dildo in my pussy from sliding out, waiting to be viewed and I couldn't guess what else.

  Captain Vernon was the first into the room. The girl who followed at the end of the leash was dressed in straps, boots and nothing else. Small high breasts with neat pink nipples occupied their own square of tight straps as did a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. Her long light brown hair was in a tall coiffeur of curls and with skin like warm milk, her neck looked long and swan-like. Knee boots, towering heels and hands in a back prayer completed her costume. "Pirouette for Captain Avon, Big Butt." With high cheekbones and neat red lips she looked like an ice princess. Her name described her, though not with complete honesty. If such a beautiful girl could be said to have a fault, it was that she was built like the majority of women. Well she was proportioned differently from me anyway as I'm top heavy- Big Butt's bottom and thighs were heavier than you would expect from one so slight of back but they were firm, well rounded and sweetly shaped. If indeed she were fractionally heavier in hip and thigh than the average pear-shaped woman it was only by the smallest amount. It was obviously a form though that the Captain liked and it was his prime target for her rear showed the marks of the crop and whip. I couldn't see if she wore a dildo controller but the end of a fat butt plug could clearly be seen. She was tethered to the same post as I but in such a manner that she couldn't straighten fully. Even as we introduced ourselves to each other it was as though she were going through a sequence of exercises to relieve the strain from her back and legs. Bending, crouching, standing with her legs as wide as they would go, anything to accommodate herself to the shortened leash. The last of these was the one that she could hold longest but it obviously embarrassed her to spread herself so blatantly for all to see. Dianne and I introduced ourselves. I'm not sure if we thought it would make the embarrassment less though why we should be embarrassed at all, when we had very similar reasons and sexual orientation, I don't know but that's people for you. The embarrassment got worse as the room filled.

  When Kitty came in both Dianne and I went round eyed. I'm not sure she could be considered as being totally nude but she definitely wore no clothes of any sort unless you consider a collar and chain clothes. She was totally hairless and that natural ornament had been replaced by tattoos that turned her into a beautifully marked cat. There was no pantomime cat look, no black nose or whiskers but nonetheless her face had been made into a cat-like mask with dark patches around the eyes that gave them a feline slanted appearance. Full black lips and shading on her cheeks increased the catlike look, as did all the other markings on her lithe full body. If the markings weren't enough, her ears had been stained black, modified and extended to appear feline too and an implant grafted to her coccyx so that she was now the proud owner of a black tail that actually worked. The blackness of her tail extended with seeming naturalness between her cheeks to include her anus, vagina and lower belly, merging with her other tattooed patterning.

  "I'm Kitty." She had been leashed to the base of the pole and forced to sit. Her tail wrapped around her and, holding its end to stop it flicking, looked up at us. As she opened her lips to speak we could see her canine teeth had been extended fractionally, just enough to further enhance her pussycat pout.

  "I'm Ginny - his slut. I'm not sure if 'Slut' is my name now but it's the one he uses most."

  "And I'm Dianne - 'Big Butt'." Both of us were reddening.

  "My full name is Katherine but I've always been Kitty. I don't know whether Captain Burton took the idea from my name or it was just coincidence." She looked down at her own s
hapely breasts and touched a black teat. "I still haven't really got used to the real me." She looked slightly disconcerted as she continued. "It may sound vain but I think I look beautiful," The thought crossed my mind that all cats were vain and thought they looked beautiful. "But when I see myself in the mirror I keep thinking it's someone else!"

  "Does it make it easier?" asked Dianne.

  "I haven't worked that out yet," said Kitty. I thought about the question and what it implied. We were all compatible to some degree or other with our Captains, cooperating in fantasies we would come to enjoy, at least in part. You quickly became aware, though, of the need to separate the fantasy of your role-play and reality. The need to hang on to your own personality was essential, because if you became swamped by the fantasy of it all, you risked your personality and your sanity. Then there would be no husband or children at the other end of our long voyage. The gamble we were all taking was that if we were lucky, we would find someone compatible with us sexually but the emphasis would be family, all the imperatives of evolution, children, the need to build lasting relationships with their father, not just fucking and fantasy.

  I shifted carefully on my high heels. I didn't want to jerk on my tender anchoring point. Two other girls were led in, I scarcely noted their Captains. One was a Nordic Valkyrie, tall and voluptuous in the extreme with white, white, skin on which black Norse runes had been inscribed. With blond, almost white hair in a thick waist length plait, the only colour was the scarlet slash of her mouth and the dark red of well developed teats. She too wore a harness like Dianne but hers looked as though she should have had a sword belt and dagger attached to it. The collar and cuffs that clasped her neck, joined wrist and elbows, (How it made her big breasts strain the straps holding them!) endowed her with the look of a prisoner of war, not a slave.

  By the blonde's side was a girl as different as could be. Not quite as tall and as black as could be.