Story: Persephone Nine, Part 32

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The Hartego Bay was smaller than Vice’s now-wrecked Cinnabar Hawk, but also more modern by at least ten years. Its command module was smaller, designed to be managed by only two operators, instead of the three that the Hawk had needed, which also reduced the space needed for crew quarters. Both its jump drive and fuel nacelles were smaller and more efficient, leaving more room for cargo. Its descent to the beach was still loud – deafeningly loud – but it was vertical, and controlled, which meant it looked good compared with the long furrow that the Cinnabar Hawk had left during its crash.

When it reached the ground and the engines disengaged, a hatch popped open in the side, and the ship’s captain emerged – an attractive blonde woman in her thirties, her hair in a severe bun, dressed in a Guild uniform which covered a surprisingly massive pair of surgically-enhanced tits.

She was smiling at first as she emerged.

“Captain Amberleigh Ethridge of the Hartego Bay,” she said. “And this is my navigator, Kay.”

Kay, lurking in the ship’s hatchway, was an attractive woman with dark red hair styled in bangs, and her own set of fake tits – although substantially smaller than the captain’s. She nodded.

“Captain Jayson Vice of the Cinnabar Hawk,” Vice responded. “I have to say, I’m glad to see you.”

But Captain Ethridge was now looking around the camp – at the dead Galliard, at the destroyed robot – and at the nude women, their tits bound in decorative ribbon.

“What precisely has happened here, Captain Vice?” she said. She was no longer smiling.

“We came under attack from a community of patriarchal misogynist extremists,” said Vice. “They abducted these women and mistreated them terribly. I was only just able to rescue them prior to your arrival.”

Captain Ethridge narrowed her eyes. “Is that correct, ladies?” she said.

“Absolutely,” beamed Telea. “Captain Vice saved us all.”

The other girls nodded furiously in agreement.

“What are your names?” asked Captain Ethridge.

Telea, Amy and Victoria gave their names. When it came to Cunt, her face twisted. She knew she should give her previous name – Laurel – but in the end she just couldn’t bring herself to do so.

“My name is Cunt,” she said, blushing.

“What does that tattoo say on your arm?” asked Captain Etheridge. “You all have them. What do they say?”

Amy’s said: “USED AS A STUPID CUM-TOILET BY HER MASTER AND CAPTAIN. DIDN’T SAY THANK YOU”. She instinctively tried to cover it, but that just made it look more suspicious.

Vice realised with a sinking feeling that the rescue was not going to be as simple as he had hoped.

Captain Ethridge looked sharply back at Vice. And she drew her gun.

“Maybe you saved these girls,” she said. “And maybe you didn’t. Maybe you’ve been treating them as your own private harem, and now they’re too indoctrinated to understand how you’ve taken advantage of them.”

“Listen…” began Vice, but Captain Etheridge talked over him.

“I am going to get you – all of you – off this planet, but I’m going to keep you confined in the cargo hold until we reach a Guild-controlled world, and you can all tell your stories to the authorities there. Does anyone have a problem with that?”

Under the circumstances, Vice had little choice.

“Get them to the cargo hold,” said Etheridge to Kay.
Take the robot, too – and those strange devices.” She pointed to the Galliard woman-exploiting machines. “Maybe we can sell them for scrap.”

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The cargo hold was large and spacious, and Captain Etheridge made Kay provide them with food and water and blankets, along with clothes for the women that the girls reluctantly wore. Amy and Victoria were happy enough wearing the coarse jumpsuits, but Telea looked actively miserable in hers – aware that Vice liked her better nude, and wanting to please him – and Cunt had to actually be forced to wear hers. She cried and wailed and said that women weren’t human and that they didn’t deserve clothes and that pretending to be a human was a crime. Vice had to tell her that this was a punishment, and that she deserved to be punished, before she would accept the clothes and not try to remove them.

The girls also wanted to suck Vice’s cock – both as a source of comfort, and to receive the sperm they had become addicted to – but Vice had to stop them. There were almost certainly security cameras in the cargo hold, and it wouldn’t help his case for Captain Etheridge to see him treating the women like fucktoys.

“That Captain Etheridge is a complete Laurel,” whined Telea, shortly after the Hartego Bay had finally made its ascent from Persephone Nine, carrying them into the gulf of space. “She’s from New Sappho, like me – you can tell from her accent. She probably hates all men.”

“And her tits show that she started out as a Guild Navigator, like me,” said Cunt. “The Tradeways Guild is hardest on lesbians. They don’t want feminist ideas in the organisation, so they abuse lesbians until either they quit, or they internalise the Guild’s ideology. They make normal women get fake tits, but they make lesbians get ones so big they look like cartoons, to break their pride. They made me learn to cum from abuse, but they will have made her learn to be aroused by heterosexual rape. Her psychology will be all fucked up.”

They learned just how fucked up when she started taking the girls, one by one, to interview in her cabin.

Cunt went first, and when she came back she said that Captain Etheridge had tried to make her call herself by her birth name, and to say that women deserved rights, and when Cunt had refused to do so, Captain Etheridge had stripped her nude and whipped her tits and pussy, and then had undressed herself, and humped her pussy against Cunt’s face until she had orgasmed. Then she had threatened to make Cunt watch a New Sappho educational film on the virtues of love between women and the evils of men.

“I’ve heard about women like her,” said Telea. “When women from New Sappho join the Guild, they get all messed up by the Guild’s misogyny, and they compensate for it by trying to train straight women to be lesbians.”

Amy went next, but when she returned, she reported no sexual harassment – just persistent questions about Vice’s behaviour on Persephone Nine.

“I think she was respectful of me because I’m a celebrity,” said Amy. “But she was clearly attracted to me. She flirted a lot. I tried to come up with a story about Vice that she would like, but we should have practiced something on the planet. I don’t know if I was convincing. I’m sorry, Master.”

Telea was third, and when she came back she said that the Captain had encouraged Telea to fuck her. “Otherwise I’ll know that this man has perverted your New Sappho beliefs.”

Telea had ended up licking the Captain’s pussy just to allay her suspicions, but the captain had made her watch the educational video as well, which had made Telea very uncomfortable as she no longer believed any of the things it was trying to teach her.

“I saw her Guild ID while I was there, though,” she said. “The Guild gave her a new name, just like Cunt, that she tries to hide. Hers says ‘Titbunny’. I asked her about it, and she nearly exploded with anger.”

Later, while Victoria was away for her interview, Telea began fiddling with the broken parts of Rospar. “There are electronic components in the cargo,” she reported. “I think I might be able to fix him.”

Vice gave her his blessing to try.

When Victoria returned, she was also in tears.

“They did a medical scan and they saw I was pregnant,” she wept. “The Captain says they’re going to abort the puppies. I told her it would probably kill me, and she didn’t care. She said I could hardly be allowed to give birth to animals.”

Vice felt his blood go cold. He had worked so hard to rescue his girls – only to see them raped and their lives threatened by a fake-titted Guild bitch? He wouldn’t allow it.

They learned a little more when Kay brought them food next.

“When we landed on the planet, and you were… naked except for those ribbons…” she asked, hesitantly, “you looked so… happy. Did you really like being like that?”

All the girls nodded eagerly.

“It’s so easy, once you know you’re just an object,” said Telea. “With a man who owns you and loves you. All you have to do is look pretty and please his cock and do what you’re told, and everything becomes simple.”

“The Captain won’t let me flirt with men, or date them,” said Kay. “Even though I’m not a lesbian.”

“Does she ever… rape you?” asked Vice.

“All the time,” said Kay. “It’s my job to lick her pussy clean after she uses the toilet or masturbates. And whenever she gets into a disagreement with a man, she whips my tits or pussy afterwards to ‘punish heterosexuality’, whatever that means. She makes me watch lesbian porn and masturbate, so I’ll learn to be a lesbian like her.”

“Why don’t you leave?” asked Vice. “Work on another ship?”

“She knows where my 18-year-old sister Deedra lives,” said Kay. “She says if I ever leave, or talk about what happens on this ship, she’ll send men to rape my sister, and then force her to enlist in the guild so she can get fake tits and come and work on the Hartego Bay too.”

“It seems like someone should do something about your captain,” said Vice.

“Somebody should,” said Kay. “But she’s the captain of the ship for as long as she’s the only person that knows the command override code. So I definitely shouldn’t tell you that the code is 85943.”

And she winked, and left, locking them back in the cargo hold.

“You know,” said Amy, “with the Cinnabar Hawk crashed, you’re going to need a new ship, Master.”

“And that bitch Captain Titbunny will be happier once she learns she’s just a fucktoy,” said Cunt.

“I bet if you raped her enough, and kept her on the Galliard devices between rapes, you could break her down pretty quickly, and teach her to accept that she’s a parasite that feeds on sperm,” said Victoria.

“That pretty Kay girl will probably help,” said Telea. “And Rospar’s strong enough to force the cargo door open and help us overpower the captain.”

Vice looked at his girls. “You know this ship only has two crew rooms,” he said.

“You could convert them both into a single master bedchamber,” said Telea, “and keep us in pet cages in the cargo.”

“At least until you find a bigger ship with room to store more bitches,” said Victoria.

“You should be able to get something good using my money and Victoria’s,” said Amy. “We were pretty rich.”

“The guild won’t mind that you enslaved their women and stole their ship if you still complete their contracts,” said Cunt. “And they’ll probably be interested in your story of how you turned a Guild bitch into a fuckslave – so that they can repeat it themselves.”

Vice looked around his harem, and felt his heart fill with love. Each of these girls – formerly an undisciplined brat – had come to worship and submit to him, and now they were helping him plan the rape, abuse and enslavement of the two women who had rescued them. They had come so far in life.

It occurred to him that there were many more women out there who would benefit from the happiness that these girls had found in their new lives. Women who would live their best lives as rapetoys and enslaved bimbos, but who just didn’t know it yet. Fake lesbians in thrall to the propaganda of New Sappho; Guild bimbos with messed up sexualities; the repressed virgins of the Church of the New Star who were making the mistake of worshipping an imaginary god instead of Vice’s cock; the beautiful bratty indolent women of the Luxury Worlds. And more – so many more.

There was money to be made in liberating these women from their unhappiness, retraining them into happy fuckslaves, and redistributing them to those who would appreciate them. And Vice had the perfect crew to do it with.

“All right, girls,” he said. “You’ve convinced me. Let’s expand the harem.”

He could already imagine how good it would feel to sink his cock into Captain Etheridge’s pussy while she squealed and struggled.

He could hardly wait.

(END)

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