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I was jolted from my fuzzy sleep to feel my back aching, my shoulders sore and feet tingling above me as the older model ship docked with the space station in geostationary orbit of the
Insatious Class
, permission-only, prison planet. I knew that someone, maybe everyone, was soon going to join me in the cells, if I was lucky. If I wasn't, well, they would hang me from the ceiling in the multi-purpose gallery where everyone on the ship could see me. I tried to look around, but there were no windows and there weren't any parts of me that didn't ache to some degree or another. I'd already tried to undo the bindings holding me hogtied, but the energy for concentration wasn't there for me to use and left me in quite the uncomfortable position. The cold mesh floor pressed against me, and I came to the realisation that I was still naked, covered in and leaking cum from every orifice after my rough treatment by the Council's Elite -
all
of those present on my transport ship.
As much as I wanted to think that all was going according to plan, I hadn't counted on the Council handpicking the most libidinous members of their Guard, intent on torturing me. I knew that it was necessary that I gather the life energy required; I knew that it was necessary to appear weak before those that coveted the power and influence I held, but there is a limit on how much I can bear in such a short space of time, even now.
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I wasn't
that
lucky. I knew it as soon as a single Guard appeared in worn but well-oiled armour, and he knew it as he leered at me through the small, sealed window with a glint of something unpleasant in his eyes. He opened the hatch - because there was no fear that I'd escape, at all - attached a chain to the central ring my shackles were attached to and slung me over his back in one smooth movement.
Being outdated and undermanned as it was, the worn walkway passed under me quite quickly and colour me surprised; he hung me up in the gallery, where everyone else was already waiting for the show. They didn't have to wait long. The captain himself soon came down from his place on the bridge to kick it off with a small smirk and his divesting himself of his uniform pants as he approached my conveniently waist height figure, his petite member gently bouncing with each step. He spun me around a few times to disorient me, caught me after a few turns as if playing spin the bottle with my holes and stuck that pitiful excuse for a dick into my mouth, intent on making me choke, gag or some other unpleasant treatment that seemed a bit rehearsed to me, even in my slightly dizzy haze.
"Why isn't he complaining? Fighting? Anything?" He pulled out almost immediately, and in the moment, I'd forgotten that this was supposed to be a punishment, even as I felt myself growing wetter in anticipation of another rough, but by no means brutal, gangbang.
"He, Cap? This 'ere's a chick for the pickin' an' all these fellas around you can attest to that!" The brave soul (or dumb - this has yet to be seen) that had spoken chuckled and everyone around him joined in nervously, giving each other unsure looks. While the Captain seemed unbothered by this and probably smarter than he looked, the same couldn't be said for the underling that didn't give him precisely what he wanted or responded to a question not meant to be answered by anyone but him, and it looked like I wasn't going to be alone, hanging from the ceiling. All it took was a raised eyebrow from the man they acknowledged as
Captain
and the speaker found himself beset on all sides by his fellows. A moment. A moment was all that it took for them to turn on one of their own and hang him not far from me, destined for the same treatment from anyone that was so inclined.
"Anyone else? No?" I looked up and felt my face grow dark and grim as I attempted to look him in the eye, only to fall far short and end up with his depressing dick deflating the moment it lacked external stimulation. In short, my displeasure at my then current treatment appeared more like determination in everyone else's eyes, but that didn't stop him from crouching down in front of me.
"Nothing to say to me?" He couldn't have been more patronising if he'd tried, and I would have responded if I hadn't surreptitiously caught a flash of green from under his uniform shirt. It wasn't quick enough to escape his notice, however, and resulted in his stronger than expected grip pressing into both sides of my jaw as he forced me to look at him.