V – Obedience

Raquel’s head felt like it was literally spinning, like her brain had entered a centrifuge and was being whirled around without stop. It made her want to throw up, it made her whole body shiver with dizzying discomfort.

As her mind reasserted itself in the waking world, the spinning receded, barely quick enough to keep her from hurling. Coughing and heaving for air, feeling like her soul had been ripped from its moorings and tossed to the wind, her eyes started to flutter open – only to shut again when the clinical, sharp light threatened to spear her eyes right out of their sockets.

Groaning, trying to wrap her head around where she was, discovering she didn’t remember a thing, the plucky mechanic meant to raise her hands up to rub her brow and shield her eyes from the light–

Only to discover she wasn’t able to move her arms.

Confused, Raquel could think of nothing else to do than force her eyes to adjust to the light in order to discover what was going on. Opening them only enough to let a small sliver of light in, she winced as she steadily parted her lids, struggling not to moan against the sharp pain from the light.

When her eyes finally adjusted and she was able to process what she was seeing, she discovered she was looking up at a purplish, metal ceiling with a cluster of spotlights above shining straight down at her.

And she was naked, she realized when she lifted her head to look at herself. Her tan body lay on a smooth, black surface that was solid like metal that felt, strangely, softer than what metal ought to feel like.

Her immobility was explained by the straps binding her in several locations; above and beneath the elbows, over the wrists, over her pelvis – partially covering her Mechanize & Defend tattoo – across her thighs, under her knees and over her ankles. The shiny, latex-like material was pressing down hard on her skin, keeping her from shifting.

Reality reasserted itself with a pang of stressful panic.

She and Cody had, stupidly one might argue, fled into the enemy ship that had boarded the Deimos and somehow become trapped in a gravity-field that had carried them away. Raquel did not recall what had happened after she and Cody had drifted away from each other, but she believed she could draw some reasonable conclusions.

If she wasn’t busy panicking, trying to fight her restraints without as much as an iota of success. Huffing and whimpering, fear overtaking her, it took a few minutes before the Latina earthling calmed sufficiently to try to think rationally.

Her options presented themselves quickly enough; she had none. She was bound tightly, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

Momentarily defeated by her bonds, Raquel took a moment to survey her surroundings. It was a mid-sized chamber with smooth metal walls and floor, the same kind of purple as the ceiling. The walls had markings on them that suggested some kind of drawers that could be extracted when the right command was activated. Behind her, there was a door in the wall, a large sheet of grey metal, quite different from the strange doors she had seen elsewhere aboard the alien ship.

With a shock of dread, Raquel considered the fate of the Deimos and her comrades aboard. She had no idea how long she had been passed out, but considering the state of the ship when she and Cody had fled from it, it stood to reason that the entire ship was overrun by the alien aggressors by now, if not just a scattering of debris drifting through the endless void.

Head flopping back on the surface to which she was bound, Raquel closed her eyes in a moment of silent despair. She hoped as many as possible had managed to get to the escape-pods, or better yet beat back the aliens, but in her gut she knew nothing good had befallen the crew of the Deimos and its complement of fighters.

Sparing a thought to Cody as well, she wondered where he had been taken. The guy was an asshole to be sure, but he was at least a competent fighter. She doubted it, but she hoped he would be able to break free and cause some mayhem on the alien ship.

Her thoughts were interrupted at the pneumatic hissing sound of the door behind her sliding into the wall, spilling more cold light into the room as a figure appeared.

That it was a woman was immediately clear, and that she was far bigger than a human was also instantly evident. She was dressed in a suit of red armour so thin and tight it more resembled latex than any sort of protection; the material was so slight, so form fitting that one could actually make out the jewellery piercing her nipples and her navel, as well as make out the shape of her very large chest, as well as making it simple for anybody to count each individual abdominal muscle through it.

The skin-tight armour, all seemingly one piece, ended in long, slender high-heels that clacked on the metallic floor as she approached, her long locks of purple hair spilling over her shoulders and the upper slopes of her armoured chest.

She had fair, blue skin and intimidating gold eyes with catlike slits for pupils that regarded Raquel with clinical objectivity. From her head sprouted two black horns upon which gold spirals were painted. Slim chains of fine silver hung from three gold rings in either pointy ear, and she was further adorned with an azure circlet with black bands holding a gem between her eyebrows. Apart from her thumbs, her slender fingers, not clad in the suit of armour, were all dressed up in precious rings set with even more precious gems.

In all, the woman made an imposing figure, and coupled with her stern face, it was clear this was an individual to whom command came naturally.

“Glad to see you are up,” the woman muttered as she came to a stop to Raquel’s left. The surface to which Raquel was bound was slightly raised, reaching up to the alien’s shapely hips, and while she was far bigger than any human she had seen, Raquel was mostly surprised that she could understand the alien.

“You speak my language?” was the first thing she thought to say.

The alien snorted. “I think not. You are not aware of it, but you now have an implant in your head that makes you speak my language. We do not go to the trouble of learning adolescent, crude forms of communication.”

“I have an… implant?”

The woman held her hands behind her back as she circled the naked, restrained earthling, looking her up and down with something akin to remote interest. “While you were out we took the liberty of making many changes to your body. You see, since you were audacious enough to enter my ship, I decided to take you for my own slave.”

Raquel didn’t understand, and the fear was returning. “What do you–“

“You heard correct, girl. You are now my slave. That means you are my property. And as my property, I decided to alter your body to my liking. In addition to the cerebral implant that lets you unwittingly speak and understand our noble tongue, I have rid your body for all hair below the neck permanently. I have also made your sensitive areas even more sensitive, and your tolerance for intense stimulation has been increased by more than three-hundred percent.

“In short, you have been altered to better serve as my personal toy.”

Hearing about the things done to her body first fuelled her fear, but Raquel soon turned that fear into rage. Fighting her bonds with renewed strength, still getting nowhere, she started cursing the woman with profanities that would make a drunken Irishman proud.

“If you think I will ever submit to you, you have another thing coming!” she concluded, huffing and panting with effort and anger.

The alien seemed to stifle a smile as she came to a stop by Raquel’s feet. “My, but it has been a long time since anybody spoke like that to me. I suppose it makes little difference to you if I tell you I am the mistress of this ship? Not only this ship, but the commander of the force that is currently bringing your pathetic world to heel?”

“Of fucking course not!” Raquel sneered.

“Such a mouth on you,” the woman muttered, walking around to stand next to Raquel’s head. “I wonder if you will drive me to anger before I have that mouth properly domesticated.”

“Count on it, bitch!”

The alien pursed her lips. “Trust me when I say I have enough patience for the both of us. And believe me when I say I have both all the time and all the resources I need to break you.”

Raquel spat more curses at the woman, sending spittle flying at her smooth armour.

“What is your name, slave?”

“Fuck you!”

The woman arched an eyebrow. “Surely we can be civil enough to trade names? My name is Zheya. What is yours?”

Where Raquel had grown up, giving your rival your name was the absolute minimum curtesy expected between even mortal enemies. While she had no desire to give this woman her name, she decided to at least adhere to the codex she had grown up with.

“Raquel,” she growled.

Zheya did not find the name particularly attractive, but that was of little concern. The earthling did have a wondrously nubile and fit body, and her small stature was an additional turn-on to the Ar’a commander. Her bodily markings – the strange letters on her right shoulder and across her belly, as well as the twirling patterns on her lower back – were features that complemented her body, and her feisty nature was the perfect conclusion to the full package that was Zheya’s first human slave.

“Good, that is a start,” Zheya moved over to the closest wall. “But your name from now on will be ‘slave’ for the most part, I imagine.”

“Call me whatever the fuck you want, cunt, it doesn’t make a difference!”

Zheya looked over her shoulder at the obstinate girl, inwardly delighting in her resistance. Headstrong individuals were far more interesting to break, and the mistress of the Everlasting Fury was by no means afraid to be cruel when punishments were in order.

“We shall see about that, slave.” She reached a hand out to one of the squares in the wall. Touching it, it glowed white for half a second, then the drawer extracted from the wall, presenting a collection of needles, clamps and other small tools for her intended task. Selecting a needle that was suited for someone of Raquel’s size, she walked back to the fit brunette.

“For now, I shall make another alteration to your body that will please me.”

“What are you–“ Raquel started to protest, but her voice failed her when one of Zheya’s large hands grabbed her right tit, giving it an unashamed squeeze.

“I like a girl’s nipples to be pierced. It gives me so many options for whatever I might wish to do.” She grabbed the nipple between her thumb and the second knuckle of her forefinger, pulling it up and exposing the right spot.

Wincing from the woman’s admittedly hard pinch, Raquel’s eyes shrank as she watched the sharp needle, glinting in the light from above, coming closer.

“No! No, what are… No!”

Raquel screamed hard when Zheya set about her business.



Huffing and panting, blinking through the tears of pain, Raquel tried to focus on her rage instead of the pulsing, stinging agony of her freshly pierced nipples, but found that her emotional turmoil came up short when pitted against the bad hurt.

“There we are,” Zheya said with some satisfaction when the black barbells were in place through her first human slave’s nice nipples. “This is just one of many ways in which you will be branded by me.”

“Fuck you!” Raquel cried, redoubling her efforts to break her bonds even though she was quite aware there was nothing she could do to get out of them.

“Behave, slave,” the High Executrix sighed, fetching a purple sphere with two attached bands from the nearby storage units. Pushing the semi-soft orb into the loud slave’s snapping mouth, the bands automatically rushed around the back of her head to meet, securing the gag in place. This did not keep her from trying to spew her inventive phrases. “If you cannot speak in a civilized manner, I desire you not to speak at all.”

Again the little human thrashed in her bonds, swearing at her alien captor despite the fat ball forcing her mouth open.

“My but you are an unruly one,” she commented with mock exasperation just before her mouth contorted into a disturbing grin. “Such slaves are far more amusing to break. They tend to resist more.”

Seeing her nubile little human struggle to get loose from her bonds, hearing her frustrated, angry grunts made the high commander of the Axxcin Strike Force rather wet betwixt her thighs, inside her form-fitting armour that looked far too thin to protect from anything more than a leaf upon a breeze.

Yet the slave’s continued outbursts and lack of respect was something Zheya decided might be well to deal with immediately. While she liked it when slaves resisted, they needed to be reminded of their new role in life, and as such, creative and memorable punishments were in order.

She stood at the head of her new slave, reaching down to let her armour-gloved fingers caress and cup the large – for a human – breasts, flicking her thumbs against the aching nipples to coax the slave to moan more.

While Zheya had a sadistic streak, she never punished without reason. Therefore it was important to let the slaves know when they were being punished, and what for, so that they would not mistake it for just another day as the High Executrix’s plaything.

“Your disrespect and, though somewhat amusing, foul language is not becoming of you, for one of my personal toys. Having already told you to behave did not seem to resonate with your reason, so it appears I must discipline you to keep such behaviour from resurfacing.”

Her response was another livid string of groans and barely coherent cursing. It made Zheya grin even wider.

“My personal guard did a good job of boarding and taking control of your paltry ship. They have deserved a reward.” She walked around the supine human, trailing a hand over her exposed skin, delighting in her new slave’s appearance from top to bottom.

Raquel attempted to make a rude comment about the alien warriors, but the gag did not keep Zheya from understanding.

“I think I will reward them with you for a few hours. Maybe being in the very capable, very rough hands of a dozen Shix will teach you a thing or two about your obstinate behaviour. Maybe being gang-raped by that lot of ever-rowdy women will make you see that you will prefer to be by my side.”

Cursing, huffing, but inwardly terrified, it seemed there was nothing the human mechanic could do. Except be loud and vulgar. And she did that well.



Struggle she did, but it aided her none, as she was dragged by her upper arm through the naked, plain metallic corridors inside the alien ship. Her wrists were bound behind her back with a pair of very uncomfortable metal cuffs, but try as she might she was not able to shake off the blue woman’s single hand gripping her upper arm, which she used to force Raquel to follow.

Her nipples still hurt like hell, and that all her futile attempts to shake loose only made the woman called Zheya smile wider infuriated Raquel more even as her insides threatened to vacate her body when thinking about that the alien might be serious about the gang-rape.

But she was impotent to resist, and before long – which to Raquel felt like a convicted person walking to their death – a section of wall opened next to them, and Zheya shoved Raquel inside.

Tripping from the sudden force, and having nothing available with which to break her fall, Raquel fell on her face on the metal surface, the cold floor like ice on her skin even though the temperature in the ship’s recycled air was quite agreeable – even to her naked form.

There were a series of heavy thumps inside the room, and after shaking off the worst hurt, Raquel peered up at several huge women – larger still than Zheya – with an array of dark purple and blue skin tones snap to attention as Zheya stepped in.

The women – Raquel could make out at least nine – were all in the process of removing their alien power armour, and they seemed to have no shame in the varying degrees of nakedness on display before the High Executrix.

The women, all bulging muscles with strange bodily markings, still retained feminine curves and tits larger than Zheya’s head, and were silent as the grave in front of Zheya and the human that had flopped into their midst.

“My warriors,” Zheya said with some amount of pride before hoisting Raquel up on her feet with one arm grabbing her above the elbow. “You all did yourselves, me, and this ship proud when you so efficiently, so expediently, crushed the human vessel and captured so many slaves for the Empire.”

The tusked women let out a collective roar of approval for their commander, hands still holding weapons or parts of armour raising high as they cheered. Zheya held out her free hand to silence them.

“One of the humans,” she shook Raquel once to indicate whom she meant, “was silly enough to run into the Everlasting Fury in order to escape our squads.”

The women laughed ominously, and Raquel wasn’t sure if she should feel embarrassed or be angrier.

“I have claimed her as my personal slave. Do you like her?” Zheya repositioned to stand behind Raquel, holding her by both shoulders. The human’s head barely made it up to the underside of Zheya’s armoured boobs.

The whistling and vulgar shouts told the High Executrix that they did indeed approve of the little but shapely figure.

“However, she does have a bit of a problem with her attitude. As such she needs punishment.”

At this, the warriors hooted more.

“Her punishment is to be your reward,” she said, lifting her chin high. “Would you soldiers like to fuck my new slave for a couple of hours?”

The women – eleven in total, Raquel was horrified to notice, doubly so when she realized Zheya was indeed serious about what she had said – bellowed anew with approval and excitement, making rude gestures to Raquel as they laughed, warning the slave that they would not be gentle.

“Only one rule,” Zheya said, and the warrior women silenced to hear what the High Executrix was about to say. “No visual marks on her. I want her body to be pristine. Other than that, you may do with her as you wish.”

The women cheered anew, and when Zheya tossed them Raquel – the proverbial lamb for the proverbial slaughter – with a “have fun”. Raquel was immediately grabbed by the closest five massive hands.


Raquel had often used the saying “blank mind” in her life, like when she couldn’t remember something and was “drawing a blank”, but it wasn’t until she had been handed over to the brutish Shix, after time had ceased to have meaning, when she learned just what it meant to have a “blank” mind. In a haze of confusion, fear, pain and forced orgasms, Raquel was no longer aware of where she was, why she was there, or how much time had passed since she had been grabbed by the large hands of…

She wasn’t sure how many of them there were anymore.

The only constants, what even her “blank” mind could still process, was that all of her holes were filled by dildos that were far too large at any given time, probing her mercilessly and brutally.

The Shix warriors – these enormous bundle of female muscle – hooted and bellowed with glee as they passed around the little human girl, like a toy for everyone’s amusement, sliding their strap-on vibrators into any hole that wasn’t currently filled.

Early on during their gang-rape they had attached a painfully tight collar around Raquel’s neck as they whipped her thighs and breasts with an assortment of belts and leashes. Initially the cold steel had only felt chafing and uncomfortable around her neck, but any time she had dared speak up or swear at her captors the device’s true function had been revealed to her. It was what a human would refer to as a shock collar, but it was more than that. While the pain – which the Shix administered generously whenever they felt like their plaything was being just the slightest bit unruly – was reminiscent of electric pain, the agony was so much more than that. As soon as the collar activated, her entire body, from the tip of her toes all they way, seemingly, to the ends of each individual strand of hair on her head, was ravaged by an intense, incomprehensible pain that shocked her deeper than her bones, shocking her very soul, it seemed, hurting her beyond herself.

It hadn’t taken many of those shocks, which her captors only had active for a few seconds but which still felt like ages, for Raquel to stop fighting them. Apparently most of the Shix was disappointed that the fight had ebbed from her so soon, but that disappeared quickly enough as soon as it was their turn to sink their artificial cocks into her tight holes.

Though she was a headstrong woman who had never before taken shit from anybody, she was at the moment being lectured painfully on when it paid to acquiesce.

At the moment Raquel was on her side, her pussy filled by one of the warrior women’s pseudo manhoods who held one of her legs up with a huge hand, thrusting deeply into the mechanic’s wet hole – attributed only to the excessive amounts of lube the Shix coated their dildos with. Another of the huge, purple-skinned women was shoving her dildo into Raquel’s mouth, stretching it, forcing it down her throat and making the usually vigorous Latina tear up as her eyes rolled back in her head. More Shix stood around them, watching the show with expectant glee, stroking their cocks as they awaited their next turn, and their next turn after that.

The strap-ons were roughly shaped like boomerangs, half of it being inserted into the Shix themselves and the other half being what they used to fuck the human senseless with. It appeared these sophisticated fake cocks only vibrated when they were inside of Raquel, and vibrated harder the faster they stroked, spurring her huge captors to hold nothing back, to go hard and fast not only to see their plaything suffer, but to heighten their own pleasure as well.

Raquel was only dimly aware of all of this now, though. Choking on the cock forcing itself down her throat, feeling her nether region burn around the continued intrusion there, she felt the huge tits of the Shix huffing behind her pressing against her back. She gagged again when the throat-fucking Shix thrust harder into her mouth, close to making herself cum.

“Why is nobody fucking her ass?” one of the tusked women in the background asked.

“Yes, fill that hole too!” another one exclaimed. “There’s more of us here who wants to fuck her again!”

Laughing, the Shix fucking her pussy waited until the other one fucking her face had gotten herself off and stepped away. Sliding her dildo out of the panting, sweating human, she rolled them both over onto her back. With the human on top of her, her little head using her tits as pillows, the Shix held the human under her knees and lifted her legs as she spread them. Pushing her vibrator into the human’s already pummelled ass, feeling the tight canal make her toy pleasure her deep inside, she resumed fucking the High Executrix’s delightful slave as she addressed her sisters in arms.

“There we go, two holes are free!”

Two more Shix immediately stepped forwards. One of them straddled the thighs of the Shix fucking Raquel’s asshole. Grabbing the earthling’s shapely hips, she proceeded to penetrate her pussy, making the blank-eyed human groan long and low before the other Shix grabbed a fistful of brown hair to turn her head to the side, where the dildo soon parted her spit-covered lips to fuck her throat once more.

They never stopped. As soon as one Shix was finished with a hole, another one immediately filled it back up. Her nipples were still aching a lot after Zheya had pierced them, something her captors delighted in as they manhandled her boobs and pinched her nipples hard. Anybody who were not actively raping her still got their rocks off by whipping her, vulgarly describing what they would do to her as soon as it was their turn again, rub her clit to force her to cum, and jack their dildos to keep themselves horny and ready for more.


Gagging, coughing and crying, Raquel felt herself slip farther and farther away from herself the longer the gang-rape lasted.