by J Palliser
Sonya genuinely screamed into the gag. She pulled with all her strength against the unforgiving shackles. Her pussy juice was leaking down the insides of the thighs. By chance or intent, the last lash landed directly on Sonya's wet cunt lips. Arching her back against the yoke frame, Sonya achieved orgasm from the pain. She gave a long scream into the gag, which was barely heard by the guards.
Still coming down from the mind-numbing orgasm, it took Sonya few seconds to realize that something was between her legs.
Licking her pussy, to be more precise. Sonya tried to squirm away from the unknown tongue, but the strap across her hips kept her in place. It was a talented tongue. Soon Sonya was trying to squirm into the tongue.
A second orgasm was well on its way. Sonya felt her ballgag being unbuckled. It popped out and she moaned loudly. Something else was pushed past her lips. She opened her mouth and the cock went in.
Hands grabbed each side of her head as the cock thrust in and out. Luckily it wasn't very big. Only about 6 inches long by her estimation, and thin.
The magic tongue was still hard at work. The little dick in her mouth shot its load after only a couple of minutes. Sonya nearly choked on the cum there was so much. It came, and came, and came some more. Her chin and the bench were covered with the stuff. She had swallowed all she could, just to keep breathing.
The cock pulled out just in time for Sonya to scream with her second orgasm. The gifted tongue stayed busy, giving Sonya the maximum amount of pleasure possible. Finally, it pulled out of her dripping cunt.
A few moments later Sonya's blindfold was removed. She blinked several times and looked into the grinning face of Casana.
"Now wasn't that fun?" Casana said with a roguish smile. While Sonya was still processing that, Casana leaned in and gave her a long open-mouthed kiss.
Sonya was shocked by the kiss. She was doubly shocked to taste her own juices in Casana's mouth. She was the one that had been eating her pussy!
Casana licked her lips after the kiss. On the Major's orders, Sonya was released from the bench and re-cuffed. Casana was also secured. The hoods were placed back over the women's heads and Sonya was taken back to her cell.
Once in her cell, Sonya's hood was removed. Her wrists and arms were left cuffed, and the high heels were still strapped on her feet, not to mention the various sex juices drying on her face and pussy. Laughter was the answer to her complaints. After a while, the lower flap opened and a wide bowl was pushed through. Sonya was starving. She pulled on the shackles in vain.
"Hey! I'm still chained up in here. How am I supposed to eat?"
"With your mouth!" Came the reply through the cell door. Groaning in frustration, Sonya got on her knees and leaned over the bowl. She couldn't even tell what this stuff was. It looked like some kind of brownish-red gruel. Feeling like she was an animal, Sonya begin eating the unidentifiable substance.
The stuff was on Sonya's nose and face and in her hair when she was done. Since she was shackled, she was unable to clean it off. When the guard came to get the bowl, Sonya meekly asked him if he could wipe off her face. After making her ask again, he opened the top flap and cleaned off her face and hair with a wet cloth.
She practically had to beg him to convince him to wipe the drying cum off her pussy, but when he did he grabbed her harness with one hand while he turned the wipe into a full blown fingering session. By the time Sonya squirmed away she was thoroughly cleaned down there.
When she asked him to unlock her, he just laughed and slammed the flap shut. Softly cursing him in frustration, Sonya went to use the tiny 'fresher. It took a bit of time shackled like she was. With nothing else to do she lay down on the bunk and, after a while, drifted off to sleep.
36
Thirty-Five
The next day, Sonya was awakened by her cell door opening and several guards, including one Wraith, coming in. She was still half asleep when they attached the leash to her collar and pulled her out of the bed. The black hood was put on her head and Sonya was taken out of the cell.
Casana was there when Sonya's hood was taken off. They were in the kitchens. They next several hours were spent preparing for the feast. To Sonya's annoyance, she was stuck doing the hard, messy work while the Major sent for Casana.
After Sonya and the other servants had finished the set up, Casana reappeared, fresh and relaxed. Sonya was taken to a 'fresher, and to her embarrassment, forced to bathe in front of the guards. She was then reshackled, and taken back to the dinning hall.
Casana was relaxing on a cushion at Lutt's feet when Sonya shuffled in. They were both taken back to the kitchen, under guard to wait for the dinner party to start.
By this time, Sonya was understandably upset with Casana. She tried to talk to her, but didn't want the guards to hear. Since the two women's arms were shackled behind their backs, they were each paired up with another slave girl that would take the food and drinks from the tray and actually serve them. Then guests arrived and they began carrying out the appetizers.
When Sonya first neared the large table, she suddenly stopped, nearing spilling the contents of her tray. Her Katana and Casana's were displayed as the centerpieces on the table. Each was held in some kind of force-field, an equal distance apart from each other and from each end of the table. She quickly regained her composure and carried on.
Sonya glanced back at Casana, to see her reaction to the Katanas. She didn't miss a step, but Sonya saw her eyes turn cold like they did when they were first trapped. When Sonya looked back at her a few moments later, Casana seemed normal again.
Most of the guests were Corsairs. There were also two humans, a couple Brens, a Devaro, and a Trassian present. All had several guards accompanying them. Chai'bat's guards were also present, as well as the four Wraiths. Sonya and Casana were kept busy the next couple of hours bringing the food. Some of the things on her tray nearly made her retch. Her fellow slaves seemed to have no such problems with the menu.
Sonya had to endure many appendages touching her. They seemed to prefer feeling her moist cunt, but her ass, tits, and even her hair was also popular. While she endured the attention, Casana seemed to revel it in.
When the guests seemed mostly satisfied with the meal, Chai'bat began the auction. At first Sonya was confused as to exactly what was being auctioned, then she realized that he was selling their Katanas to the highest bidders.
It was one of the worst experiences of her life. Sonya was forced to stand idly by while some fat bastard sold her Katana off. It had been given to her, as well as Casana by Admiral Raeder. Only a few within the Reich ever get one, only those who achieve the honor of becoming a Crusader, that which makes them so prized. When a Bren finally offered the highest price, Chai'bat called the former owner to his side.
"Yes, Great Chai'bat?" Sonya asked, trembling.
He sat the Katana on her serving tray. "Present Kreyla with his new property, slave," he replied. Sonya stood momentarily frozen. Then she shuffled down the length of the table to where Kreyla was sitting. Fighting back tears, she bent slightly so he could easily take her prized possession from the tray.
It was like losing a part of herself when he took it. Sonya silently shuffled back to her place near Chai'bat, with her chains rattling.
Casana's Katana was auctioned next. Sonya watched her eyes turn cold yet again. This really worried Sonya. The fattest of the Brens (which was saying a lot) was the winner. Casana was also forced to present him his new possession.
After auctioning off the Katanas, Chai'bat and his guests retired to a favorite relaxation place, the mud pits. The stench was even worse than the food. A repulsor deck was nearby for the other guests.
Several slaves had to wade into the mud as well, to lather their Masters with the stuff. Since the Sonya and Casana were kept shackled, they stayed on the deck.
Sonya was taken to the edge of the deck, and told to stay there. She turned and looked out at the mud pits. For the moment she didn't have anything to do. She was s
till wearing the heels, and her serving tray was still locked on. The loss of her Katana was hard. The Bren had immediately departed with it. He was probably in the next sector by now. Getting captured, losing her Katana, even Casana's bizarre behavior had gotten to her.
Someone bumped into her from behind. Chained as she was, Sonya had no chance of keeping her balance. Luckily the deck was only about half a meter over the mud. Unluckily the mud tasted even worse than it smelled. Shaking with fury, Sonya spat the mud out. Through her mud-caked bangs, Sonya looked up to see Casana standing on the platform with an amused expression on her face.
"Clumsy bitch! Watch what you're doing!" Sonya yelled at her.
The amused expression vanished. "Clumsy bitch? You're the one that was stupid enough to stand by the edge!"
Two guards quickly pulled Casana back. She kicked at Sonya with her shackled feet as they did. Chai'bat's booming laughter rolled across the mud. "If my slaves want to fight, then by all means, they will," he announced.
Sonya had grown used to doing a few relaxation techniques to quickly calm down. Without patience , she couldn't gain control of her emotions quick enough. "Bring it on," she shouted from the chest deep mud.
Casana seemed to be having similar problems with her emotions. "Anytime, fucking girl!" She spat out. The Major quickly laid out the rules. Fight till the other one gives up. No eye gouging or permanent injuries. If ordered to stop, stop fighting immediately and back away. The two women followed by the spectators were taken to a shallow area of the pits. The guards freed their wrists, arms and ankles, and removed the trays that were locked to their collars. Sonya then removed her muddy heels. Casana's were already on the deck.
Keeping their balance in the calf deep mud was tricky. The spectators started laying out bets. Sonya Mueller, Kriegsmarine Officer and a member of the warrior-class, was oblivious to the fact that she was about to engage in a naked mud fight with a fellow Officer for the amusement of a bunch of criminals.
All the resentment that Sonya had been holding back since Casana had tried to steal Kara away on the mission to Myra over a year before came boiling the surface. She lunged at Casana, trying to tackle her and use her weight to wrestle her down.
The lithe dancer side-stepped and kicked her in the thigh. In the gooey mud, both lost their balance and fell. Sonya face down, Casana on her back. Sonya dived again, and landed half on top of her opponent. Casana tried to twist away, but Sonya grabbed one of her head tails, and pulled it back. Howling in pain, she drove an elbow into Sonya's solar plexus.
With an ummph, Sonya lost her grip, and Casana squirmed away, just enough to plant a swift kick to the side of her head. Sonya fell into the shallow mud face down and Casana landed on top of her. She grabbed the prone girl's hair and held her under. Sonya slapped vainly at her hands, but Casana held on. Sonya switched tactics and reached back, finding a bar on her yoke frame. She pulled and Casana fell off, allowing Sonya to rise and take a much needed breath.
Both grappled for about a minute, with neither gaining an advantage. From her back Sonya pushed Casana away with both legs. Casana got up and caught her breath. Sonya did the same.
A few seconds later, they both attacked. Casana tried to kick her in the knee, but Sonya dodged and trapped her in a leg lock. Both went down, lost their balance and went down again. Both girls landed on their backs, with Sonya on top of Casana. Sonya had kept her grip on Casana's leg, and was trying to twist her ankle, while Casana was attempting a choke hold while keeping her own head out of the mud.
The yoke frame, as well as Sonya's weight, was making it difficult for Casana to breathe. Her knee and ankle were both killing her from the leg lock Sonya had on. Her own choke hold was ineffective because of the frame and the wide collar that Sonya was wearing.
Casana released the choke hold and grabbed Sonya's left arm. She pulled it back to the yoke frame and with the quick-snap lock and the D-ring on Sonya's cuff, locked her wrist to the frame.
Sonya muttered a curse when she felt her cuff lock to the frame. She reflexively yanked on the durasteel cuff in vain. Casana meanwhile got hold of her other arm and tried to pull it to the other snap-lock. She wrapped her legs around Sonya's waist to hold her in place.
It was a losing struggle. Centimeter by centimeter, Sonya felt her wrist being pulled closer to the snap-lock. She suddenly stopped trying to pull away and grabbed the frame. Unfortunately the frame and Sonya's hand were both coated in the slippery mud.
Casana quickly broke her grip and locked her wrist to the yoke frame. Ignoring the groan of frustration, Casana leaned close to her ear and whispered to her. "Everything is gonna be okay. Just trust me."
While Sonya was distracted by the whispered confession, Casana threw her off and climbed to her feet. With a triumphant smile, she took a moment to catch her breath.
The spectators begin exchanging credits. Most seemed disappointed; they must have bet on Sonya. One female human in particular, seemed especially disgusted. Casana turned back to her shackled opponent. She was on her knees, trying to struggle to her feet. Casana was about to make her submit, when Chai'bat shouted, "Enough!"
Experienced in what was expected of slaves after entertainment, Casana turned to Chai'bat and bowed. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sonya following her lead.
"Stand," Lutt instructed them after Chai'bat gave permission. Casana had to help Sonya to her feet. "After we wash the two of you, Casana will receive her reward for being triumphant." Casana knew that 'reward' was probably not much of one, for her anyway.
The two women were taken out of the mud pits and reshackled. They were then taken to the kitchen and a small cleaning closet. There they were hosed off with frigid water. Without even being allowed to dry off, the shivering girls were led on leashes back out to the repulsor deck.
The Major welcomed them back, and announced Casana's reward. "The Great Chai'bat has proclaimed that for your reward for winning the slave girl mud fight, Casana will have the honor of being auctioned off first."
Sonya stood in stunned disbelief. She was going to be sold? Casana cursed and Sonya glanced at her. For the first time since their capture, Casana was visibly despondent. Sonya, on the other hand, felt a glimmer of hope. She didn't know what kind of security measures any of the buyers had, but they couldn't be as extensive as the fat one's.
The auction began for one female Kriegsmarine Officer with a yoke frame welded on her. Special pricing for additional supplies was also included. Sonya idly wondered if the 'special' prices would be more or less than the regular prices.
The bidding swiftly rose. All the guests seemed to want Casana. Sonya did notice that the one human woman didn't even bother to bid, she just stayed busy on her smart-pad. One by one, all the other guest dropped out. A Bren finally bought Casana for a price that would have bought a small moon on an Outer Rim world.
Casana was led to her new owner by her leash and the auction for Sonya began. She noticed several guards slip away.
The bidding for Sonya was just as intense. All the guests bid, even Casana's new owner and the human that hadn't bid on her. After about 10 minutes it was down to the woman and one of the Brens. The price was already well past what was paid for Casana, which honestly surprised Sonya.
The human woman bought Sonya for an outrageous price, nearly half again more than Casana. Sonya was led to her new owner by her leash. She looked like a veteran spacer, closer to 50 than 40, tall, with dark brown hair. Probably quite attractive in her younger years, still what one might describe as handsome.
The Major accepted payment and passed her a smart-pad that he said had information on the the frames, and the slave. Raven, as the Major called her, thanked him and Chai'bat for the wonderful time, and departed for her ship, Sonya following on her leash.
They piled into one of Chai'bat's speed cruiser for the trip. Sonya, her 'owner' or soon as I get a chance, victim, Sonya thoughther four human guards, and a driver employed by Chai'bat. Trailing them on a speeder
bike was one of the Wraiths. The woman, her guards and Sonya rode silently. The driver tried to start up a conversation, but the woman was busy reading the smart-pad Lutt had provided her.
"Ma'am, how much would it cost for some time alone with that pretty little 'slave' of yours?" The driver asked as they came to a stop at the landing pad. Sonya hadn't considered what she would do if her owner tried to turn her into a whore.
The woman looked up and considered the question a moment. "Your life," she replied without a trace of a smile. Sonya was confused by the answer.
The driver just laughed while they piled out. The woman held Sonya's leash, but didn't pull on it like everyone else had been doing the last few days. They walked across the landing pad and to a mid-size freighter. The landing ramp was down, and they went up. As soon as the ramp closed, everything changed.
*** "Fucking Brens!" The woman cursed loudly as the ramp clanged shut. She turned to Sonya and bowed, "Greetings from Aka'i So. I'm Commander Ari'a, you're safe now." Two of the guards disappeared, while the other two released Sonya's arms and legs from their bonds.
"What?" Sonya asked incredulously. "I was sent to investigate pirate activities in this sector. Chai'bat's gang has hit several Makovian trading ships. When I found out that you had been captured, I contacted the Aka'i and she sent a fleet. We are rendezvousing with it now."
Things were moving too fast for Sonya. "What about Casana?" "I'm very sorry, I could only come up with enough credits in time to buy your freedom," she said with a grimace. "I tried to bet on you to get the money for both of you, but that didn't work out," she added.
Shit! Sonya thought. If I'd won that stupid fight we'd both be free. If it wasn't for this stupid frame I'm wearing...
"Hey, get this fucking thing off me!" Sonya told her when she thought about the horrible yoke frame welded on her. "Sorry. Can't, at least not yet," Ari'a replied holding up the smart-pad. "Did you know that that thing has a bomb built into it?"