Cadet Calais Lost In Space (Closed for CG Raven)

“Take your dirty, filthy, stinking hands off me!” Knock knew that this delicious young beauty had no other defense but sharp words he also knew that her gorgeous young body was betraying her she was losing the battle of wills between her mind and her treacherous young body.

“No! NO! NO!” She gritted her teeth in defiance and struggled to fight, but bound as Ruth was it was a futile effort. “You have a very responsive body cadet Taylor.” His voice was dark sweetly sinister as he spoke. One hand continued to tease and torment Ruth’s nipple, as the other hand’s finger massaged the hooded guardian of Ruth’s maiden treasure, coaxing in out of its hooded hiding place.

Cadet Ruth Taylor was surrounded by the sounds of sex. On one hand she could hear the gasped moans, sighs, and mewing of Tasha Calais as she made love to her man. Ruth could also hear he desperate moans and crying gasps of LTCDR Grant as she was being gang raped. Ruth had little choice, she had already been defiled, her virginity taken by a woman she had looked up to and trusted, now it seemed that Ruth’s only real choice was to bend to Knock’s will or suffer the same fate as Yvonne Grant.

Ruth’s moist ripe lips were just a breath away from Knock’s. She could either spit in his face and condemn herself to being gang raped or she could lean forward in her chains and give herself to this hated man in a deep soul searing kiss. There was no other alternative and it was now time for Cadet Ruth Taylor to make her choice.
 
Ruth Taylor was at a major crossroads in her life, a life that would never be the same. Just a few hours back she was on the bridge of the Augustus in pursuit of the Chained Unicorn, now she had been raped by her senior officer and now she faced a stark choice. Enduring a gang rape or allowing herself to be seduced by Knock.

Slowly she succumbed to the kisses of the pirate and allowed his breath to play havoc with her body. Her lips met his as she pushed forward. There was nowhere to run, no escape possible, she knew it and Knock knew it so it no surprise when the ropes tying her were released and she found herself on a mat beside Knock. She felt herself groan as his hands sent pulses through her nipples. Soon Knock’s hands were replaced byhiis mouth as his teeth nibbled her nipples and his breath drew shafts of clean, pure, cold fresh air that sent her into near frenzy.

Knock’s assault on her nipples sent strong electric charges through her body cantering on her pussy which was submerged in the longing for fulfilment releasing her hot nectar as she longed to be filled by his essence. Ruth Taylor knew her life was never going to be the same. Right now she only had one thought on her mind. Gasping she cried out “Please ... make love to me!”
 
Knock had the pretty little cadet just where he wanted her, alone betrayed by those who she had trusted and looked up to. She had been raped by her senior officer and no matter how much Yvonne Grant protested that she had no other choice Ruth could not help the feeling that Yvonne had truly loved having her and using her as she took her virginity. Now she was faced with a choice, surrender or fight.

Knock smiled as slowly Cadet Ruth Taylor surrendered to his kiss, her lips met his as she pushed forward, her supple naked body now pressed to his as she opened her mouth to him and to her shame let his tongue intertwine with his as if he were her lover. The ropes that held her captive loosened then fell away, there was no place for Ruth to run. She lay there as Knock’s hands sensually and seductively explored her young innocent body. The young cadet gasped as her body once more betrayed her as Knock toyed with in teased her pale pink nipples.

Ruth Taylor knew her life was never going to be the same. Right now she only had one thought on her mind. Gasping she cried out “Please ... make love to me!”

“Sure Babydoll I’ll make love to you.” Knock laughed at Ruth’s desperate plea. Knock fucked the young innocent cadet. He took her hard and fast until she came screaming in ecstasy, and then he proceeded to wring soul sear orgasms form her innocent young body, each building on the one before. By the time he was through with the young girl she would be addicted to the unimaginable pleasure that until this moment she never knew existed.



Yvonne Grants night mare continued as the next man came to claim her. Yvonne had lost count of how many men had used her body by now.

Tasha lay in Lorax’s arms her head resting on his chest as the Chained Unicorn flew deeper and deer into the void beyond the veil and towards the slave market and the fate of so many.
 
Deep in the void that separated the Delta Quadrant from the three other spirals of the galaxy law and order was in grave danger of breaking down completely. For many millennia the sector was controlled by the Parillian Empire until internal divisions brought about economic destruction. The civil war that ensued made the empire a prime target for the Carmalians who sacked the home planet of Paril and destroyed the vast legal system.

The Carmalians were savages who stripped the entire system of its wealth before they themselves fell into ruin. The rape of conquered people’s and inter planetary breeding brought about the weakening of the gene pool resulting in a race of wild people who lived by acts of piracy.

Into this I chartered space came the Chained Unicorn whose crew and prisoners were blissfully unaware of the danger they were flying into. Calais stirred in her lover’s arms and parted his lips with her own as she drew him into a sleepy, passionate kiss. Her hands reached down to embrace his hardening manhood still leaking semen from their previous encounter.

A siren blasted throughout the ship disturbing the two lovers. “WARNING! WARNING!” The computer sounded “UNIDENTIFIED CRAFT APPROACHING STARBOARD!” Calais heard voices raised and the sound pirates rushing around. Instinctively she leaped from the bed, hurriedly dressed and grabbed a weapon. She was thrown to the floor by the sudden blast that struck the middle of starboard causing a temporary loss of power. This was going to be a long journey.
 
A siren blasted throughout the ship disturbing the two lovers. “WARNING! WARNING!” The computer sounded “UNIDENTIFIED CRAFT APPROACHING STARBOARD!” The time for enjoying Tasha’s sweet charms, or using Yvonne for sexual recreation, or for the seduction of Cadet Taylor would have to be put on hold. As always Tasha Calais was leaping naked from Lorax’s bed. She was quickly dressing, getting ready for battle. Lorax had no doubt that Tasha would be headed for engineering.

Lorax headed for the bridge, in the Vial any ship you encountered was likely to be an enemy and the most feared enemy were the Carmalians. The Carmalians civil war that ensued made the empire a prime target for the Carmalians who sacked the home planet of Paril and destroyed the vast legal system. The Carmalians were savages who stripped the entire system of its wealth before they themselves fell into ruin. The rape of conquered people’s and inters planetary breeding brought about the weakening of the gene pool resulting in a race of wild people who lived by acts of piracy and ritual rape of captured women. They used ritual rape as a military as well as a cultural ritual.

So far the Carmalians had only operated deep within the Vail so Lorax was surprised to see a Carmalians scout ship. Lorax would deal with the scout ship and then move closer to the separation between Federation and known space and the unknown Vail. He turned to his yeoman “Battle stations.”

The Chained Unicorn went in for the attack, it was hallmark speed and disappearance. Yet Lorax was not the only master of such tactics. He soon found that the Carmalians Scout ship was a faint and soon found he was facing two Carmalians heavy cruisers. It was time to cut and run and hope he could out distance them.
 
The siren made Calais jump out of her skin before the reality of what happened dawned on her. She quickly grabbed her top and skirt before racing for engineering. On the intercom she heard her lover warning of the Carmalians. She’d heard about them at training school but because they were so far away she never bothered learning about them. Suddenly the warning went out that there were now two heavy battle cruisers homing in on the ship. The whole Chained Unicorn shook as a mega photon torpedo struck. Examining the reports she knew the shields wouldn’t take much more of this. Pushing the pirate engineer out of the way she diverted some of the power from the relaxation centre to the shields. The use of radioactive gas had been outlawed by every federation and empire since time immemorial but the pirates were not subject to the agreement. It’s use would slow down the pursuers and maybe give time for the Chained Unicorn to run. She radioed through to Lorax “I’ve given you 60 litres of RA waste gas Sir. It will be your choice whether to use it or not”.

Yvonne Grant had also heard of the Carmalians and she knew her fate underl them would be even worse than that planned by the pirates. Suddenly there was activity as 15 Carmalians Warriors materialised on the deck. Several of the Pirates hit back with their laser guns but they were outnumbered. Seeing the danger Grant called out “Give me a weapon!” At first they ignored her but when moreCarmalians appeared she was thrown a phaser gun. Working alongside her captors she helped them fight off the attack and downed at least 3 Carmalians.

Ruth Taylor screamed when a Carmalians fired at Knock and missed. The blast from the shot snapped the ropes that held her in place as Knock’s prisoner. The Carmalians was about to shoot again when the naked human used the rope to break the monster’s neck. As she did the ship rocked again as another torpedo struck. The ship. What happened next would depend on Lrax’s Decision on radioactive gas.
 
The Chained Unicorn shook with the explosion of the photon torpedo on the starboard side. Though the shields held the vessel was in a very precarious position. The Carmalians had expertly sprung a classic ambush, a small scout ship as bait and then the sudden appearance of two Carmalians heavy cruisers. The situation was desperate get there was still a chance. Then there was another torpedo hit this time on the port side of the Chained Unicorn.

“I’ve given you 60 liters of RA waste gas Sir. It will be your choice whether to use it or not”. The intercom crackled with Tasha’s voice. Lorax ordered the helm hard to port. The ship was just beginning to answer the helm when more reports of Carmalians boarding parties flooded the bridge. Lorax called for reports from each division and his fears were confirmed. It was clear that the Carmalians controlled most of the Chained Unicorn the bridge and engineering the only areas still in the crews’ control. He still had one card to play the RA waist gas. The ship had just settled on her new course when a third and fourth Carmalians vessel appeared directly in their path. One vessel was a Carmalians heavy cruiser the other was an Imperial Carmalians dreadnought. Even with the 60 liters of RA waist gas there was no place to run.

Lorax knew continued resistance would lead to the death of all the male crew. The ritual rape of all the women aboard would happen whether or not he continued to fight. He did not look forward to what would happen to his sweet little lover but life offered a chance for escape.

“This is Captain Lorax lay down your arms.” Now there fate was in the hands of the Carmalians and they quickly separated the men from the woman. Tasha caught the eye of the Carmalians Admiral.
 
Not only were the women prisoners being separated from the men so were the pirate girls. Calais had one trick up her sleeve that wouldn’t turn the tide of the battle but would at least bring some equilibrium to the situation. Placing a nuclear charge between the matter and anti matter stores she set a time responding to her voice only. Setting the charge for 180 seconds for as soon as she said ‘WESTEROS’ she was ready to surrender as ordered by Lorax.

Noticing the look the Carmalians Admiral was giving her she held her head high and announced “I’m a Starfleet Officer” (she didn’t mention she was a cadet or a deserter) “any harm that comed to me or my colleagues will be avenged immediately. I would not advise you to lay down your arms immediately”.
 
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Noticing the look the Carmalians Admiral was giving her Tasha held her head high and announced “I’m a Starfleet Officer any harm that comes to me or my colleagues will be avenged immediately. I would not advise you to lay down your arms immediately”.

The Carmalians Admiral’s interest was only peaked by this young beauty’s audacity. He had heard the roamers that human woman were the most sensual of all the known races. “You are a female your purpose is to please a man with your body.” He flatly stated. His eyes boldly took in every sensual curve of the young blonde’s gorgeous supple young body. He left no doubt that he was mentally stripping Tasha.

“You are prisoners of the Carmalian Collective if you continue to resist then your men will die. Your fate……..” He pointed at Cadet Taylor, Yvonne Grant, and then at Tasha herself, “You will serve us with your bodies, your pleasure……or your pain……will pleasure us.” The Admiral lifted Tasha’s chin with a single finger. If you destroy this ship an all of us,…..Well it is a good day to die.” The Carmalians Admiral had called Tasha’s bluff. Kneel in submission girl.
 
Calais looked at Lorax and then her glance met the other Starfleet women. She heard the admiral’s demand for her submission and she laughed “Believe me Admiral, from what you say ‘today WOULD be a good gay to die!’ She looked across at Lorax and said “Sorry my Love, But this is the only way.” With that she shouted out “WESTEROSS!” The charge started its countdown and Calais saw the fear in the eyes of the invading warriors.

Jumping across to Lorax she grabbed a phaser gun and set it to KILL. Before there could be any reactionCalais added “I wouldn’t advise you do anything to me. The nuclear device is primed to my voice only. Kill me and you’ll never disable it. And once we reach the final thirty seconds it’s too late. I suggest if you have any deities you make your peace now.” As she spoke she saw one of the invaders run towards the engine room and she shot him dead.

Turning back to the admiral she added “What’s it to be? Do you call your men back to your ships or do you die alongside us? Your call!”
 
The Admiral voice remained calm as Tasha seemed to carry out her threat and shouted a single word “WESTEROSS!” Tasha then continued to explain “I wouldn’t advise you do anything to me. The nuclear device is primed to my voice only. Kill me and you’ll never disable it. And once we reach the final thirty seconds it’s too late. I suggest if you have any deities you make your peace now.”

There was a brief scuffle a shot and a dead Carmalians, yet nothing seemed to phase the Carmalians Admiral. His face remained passes as The little human beauty declared “What’s it to be? Do you call your men back to your ships or do you die alongside us? Your call!”

For the first time the Admiral smiled his piercing eyes held Tasha’s soft eyes as he quietly spoke. “As I said it is a good day to die…….” He paused for a moment before continuing. “..,….But I have no intentions of dying to day. This is not the first ship we have taken…….” There was a deadly note in his voice and his face remained emotionless. “ You and the other women have value to us as sex slaves are always in demand. Your men have very little value to us.” As he spoke he pressed a button concealed in his hand. The Carmalians began to shimmer, the first signs of teleportation. Yet it was not only the Carmalians but Tasha, Cadet Taylor and CDR Grant did as well.

There was a moment of confusion, the blanking of memory of the event, as thy teleported from the Chained Unicorn to the Carmalians heavy cruiser. “No my fiery young Miss shall we watch your nuclear device end the lives of your men or shall you submit.”
 
Calais recognised the Admiral as being a worthy opponent but she was not beaten yet. She still had her weapon set to KILL and she knew how delicate some of the controls on the Carmalians Ship were. She knew the Admiral would have to move his ship away from the Chained Unicorn or it would be either destroyed or very severely damaged in the blast. Aiming her weapon at the warp interphase control she fired destroying the control and causing the structure to melt.

In the shock and confusion Calais grabbed two more weapons and threw them to Taylor and Grant. Pointing her weapon at the locks she fired again fusing the doors shut. Holding the Admiral’s gaze she said “We’re all going to be caught up in the blast, there’s no escape. Unless you beam the three of us back to Chained Unicorn. What’s it to be Admiral? A spectacular death? Or do you live to fight another day? You’ve got 90 seconds before it’s too late? Remember only my voice can save the day!”
 
Tasha fired her weapon at the warp interphase control destroying the control and causing the structure to melt. DaKar watched with detached interest as Tasha threw to laser pistols, one to Cadet Taylor and the other to CDR Grant. Pointing her weapon at the locks she fired again fusing the doors shut. “We’re all going to be caught up in the blast, there’s no escape. Unless you beam the three of us back to Chained Unicorn. What’s it to be Admiral? A spectacular death? Or do you live to fight another day? You’ve got 90 seconds before it’s too late? Remember only my voice can save the day!”

Where Tasha’s actions had been quite daring her companions seemed to be more hesident. DaKar turned to Tasha his reptilian eyes focusing on her. “Like I said today is a good day to dies.” A sardonic little smile bowed Dakar’s thin lips. “Tell me in your Starfleet do you just leave phasers just lying about?” DaKar smile broaden “And do you not have redundant systems.” As he spoke the cruiser began to open up the distance from The Chained Unicorn.

“Your men will die and by your own hand young lady. You are not in control of this ship nor will you be even if you kill me.” DaKar spoke with the conviction of a warrior. Lay down your weapons or see your lovers die.”
 
Tasha fired her weapon at the warp interphase control destroying the control and causing the structure to melt. DaKar watched with detached interest as Tasha threw to laser pistols, one to Cadet Taylor and the other to CDR Grant. Pointing her weapon at the locks she fired again fusing the doors shut. “We’re all going to be caught up in the blast, there’s no escape. Unless you beam the three of us back to Chained Unicorn. What’s it to be Admiral? A spectacular death? Or do you live to fight another day? You’ve got 90 seconds before it’s too late? Remember only my voice can save the day!”

Where Tasha’s actions had been quite daring her companions seemed to be more hesident. DaKar turned to Tasha his reptilian eyes focusing on her. “Like I said today is a good day to dies.” A sardonic little smile bowed Dakar’s thin lips. “Tell me in your Starfleet do you just leave phasers just lying about?” DaKar smile broaden “And do you not have redundant systems.” As he spoke the cruiser began to open up the distance from The Chained Unicorn.

“Your men will die and by your own hand young lady. You are not in control of this ship nor will you be even if you kill me.” DaKar spoke with the conviction of a warrior. Lay down your weapons or see your lovers die.”


Tasha’s eyes focussed on the transporter system. The symbols from the Carmalian alphabet were strange resembling something like Earth’s ancient Egyptian writing. But engineering was the same the world over and she gambled on getting it right, she would only have shot. Unlike the Starfleet system those being transported didn’t have to stand on a pad. Instead it was linked to the multifunctional weapon triggers each of the girls held. She noticed a button which appeared to be a ‘reversal’ symbol and logic dictated her choice that if clicked she and the girls together with the Carmalian Warriors would leap across to the Chained Union. Staring at the Admiral she took her chance and flipped the switch.

The Carmalian battle cruiser faded from view and the controls became indistinct. Gradually the controls of the Chained Union replaced those of the Cruiser. As soon as she was back on board Calais shouted the command “KING’S LANDING!” She had stopped the destruction of the Chained Union with seven seconds to go. But her problems weren’t over, they had only just begun.

Suddenly the Chained Union was being hailed by a pursuing Starfleet vessel demanding its immediate surrender. Before the ultimatum sank in a Klingon War Bird de cloaked in support of Starfleet. Klingons and Starfleet Officers and Crew materialised on the Chained Union and I n all the confusion the Carmalians quickly de-materialised with Grant and Taylor taking them to their battle cruiser. There were pirates surrendering to Klingons and Starfleet seeking to take control of the Chained Union

Calais signalled to Lorax “Let’s get out of here!” Calais fired her weapon into the water purifier causing a small explosion of dust and steam. The diversion was enough for Calais and her lover to escape.

The two made their way down to the hull and boarded a modified shuttle craft and launched out into space. Being an engineer Calais tried to make sense of the controls. “You’ve obviously cannibalised several shuttle ships to build this one haven’t you?” Swapping some leads and controls she said “You’ve got a starfleet class 2 shuttle with a Romulan warp drive fitted with a Klingon cloaking device. We’re either going to blow ourselves to bits or we’re going to escape. Either way, let’s go Captain!”

With those words she switched from impulse to warp factor five and engaged. Within microseconds they put 15 light years between themselves and the chaos on board the Chained Union. Looking at her lover Calais said “Works, don’t it?”
 
The encounter and subsequent battle with the Carmalians had been a confused affair one that had resulted in Tasha and Lorax making a desperate escape in a shuttle craft, the Chained Unicorn captured and to add to the confusion a Starfleet ship and a Klingon War Bird decloaked on their side of the veil near where the Chain Unicorn had vanished blindly hailing and demanding the pirate vessels surrender. Yet not all had gone well. It is true that Tasha and Lorax had made their escape for the moment, but the women prisoners on the Chain Unicorn were now prisoners of the Carmalians and Cadet Taylor and CDR Grant were on the bridge of the Carmalians cruiser with apparently nonfunctioning phasers.

Dakar back handed Yvonne Grant knocking her to the ground and held out his hand to Cadet Taylor. “The gun young lady……NOW!” His voice was sharp with a note of command. It was clear that he was displeased with Tasha Calais’ escape for he had made it quite clear he had every intention of taking her as his. He now turned his dark reptilian eyes on Ruth Taylor. “Kneel girl and place your hands at the nape of your neck, elbows straight out.”

By this time members of the cruiser’s crew were appearing on the bridge of the ship. DaKar turned to his security officer, “Take her and give her to the crew for ritual rape.” He pointed to Yvonne Grant where she lay on the deck prostrate at his feet a thin trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth. For the second time she was being given to the crew of an alien warship for their pleasure and amusement. He then turned to Cadet Taylor, “I shall deal with you personally young lady.”

“Number One order the cruiser division to proceed deeper into the void and then make for the nearest slave markets these women will fetch a high price.” Then he turned to Taylor and simply said come.
 
Ruth Taylor had one last card to play and she played it by looking direct at the Admiral. “All I’m required to give is my name, rank and number.” She noticed the admiral’s sudden look of attention so she added “Ruth Helen Taylor, Officer Cadet number 99914018RHTUFP. I am a serving Starfleet Officer and May I remind you Starfleet is in Alliance the Klingon Empire. An attack on one of us is considered to be an attack upon all of us.”

Taylor knew she had the crew looking on with amusement so she became serious. “My colleague Lt Yvonne Grant and I were captured by the Chained Unicorn but you and your ship rescued us. I formally request you contact either Starfleet or the Klingon Empire to make arrangements to transfer us into their custody. Both Lt Grant and I will report fairly that you assisted us and that we have no desire to press charges against you. Who knows? Maybe the Carmalian Empire will be invited, in time, to join the Alliance.

It was a long shot, Ruth Taylor knew what the response was going to be. But no one would ever say she didn’t try.
 
“Ruth Helen Taylor, Officer Cadet number 99914018RHTUFP. I am a serving Starfleet Officer and May I remind you Starfleet is in Alliance the Klingon Empire. An attack on one of us is considered to be an attack upon all of us.”

Dakar listened as the stunning little beauty made her declaration of who and what she was. He had little fear of the Klingons or the Alliance for they could not pass the “Vail”, that invisible barrier that separated know from unknown space. Dakar had met her declaration with stony silence and the rest seemed to be quite amused with her.

“My colleague Lt Yvonne Grant and I were captured by the Chained Unicorn but you and your ship rescued us. I formally request you contact either Starfleet or the Klingon Empire to make arrangements to transfer us into their custody. Both Lt Grant and I will report fairly that you assisted us and that we have no desire to press charges against you. Who knows? Maybe the Carmalian Empire will be invited, in time, to join the Alliance.”

“An invitation to your Alliance Cadet Taylor.” As he spoke two Carmalians silently stepped up closer behind Ruth. Dakar fingers toyed with the zipper of her uniform blouse as he slowly began to pull it down. The soft sensual metallic whisper of it caressed Ruth Taylor’s senses.

“I am more interested in your sexual charms Cadet Taylor that your Starfleet Alliance.” His eyes were a haunting shade of gold with its pupil running vertically. “Do you know what we Carmalians do with female Prisoners?”

Her turned to the men that had surrounded Yvonne Grant and pointed to her as he spoke to his men; “Show cadet Taylor what we do with female Prisoners!” The men fell upon LTCDR. Grant and began tossing her from man to man as they ripped off her clothing. Naked she was held down her legs spread and her ritual rape began. There were at least ten Carmalians waiting their turn with Yvonne.

By now the zipper of Ruth’s own uniform was down to her waist and the sensual swell of her breast quite visible. Shall it be few or many Cadet Taylor?”

The Carmalian officers and Dakar waited for the little honey blonde’s answer and yet her fate was already decided the question was how many would take her.
 
Ruth Taylor recognised her last throw of the dice had bounced off the table. Her heart was torn in pieces, true she had never really liked Liz Grant but she didn’t wish to see her suffer like this. She had one final bargaining chip.

“Sir” she tried to steady her shaking voice and speak with some authority “Sir, if you command your men to go easy on Lt Grant, and treat her with some dignity then I will come to your bed willingly and i’ll allow you spill your seed within me in the privacy of your bed chamber.”

It was a bold move and Taylor had no idea where her courage came from. Her new master would either respect and agree or just take what he wanted.
 
“Show cadet Taylor what we do with female Prisoners!” The men fell upon LTCDR. Grant and began tossing her from man to man as they ripped off her clothing. Naked she was held down her legs spread and her ritual rape began. There were at least ten Carmalians waiting their turn with Yvonne.

Cadet Taylor saw the fate that was LCDR Yvonne Grant as once more she was the sexual toy of men whether or not she wanted to. Her own uniform now gaped open and the sensual curve of her breasts gave a hint of their firm perfection.

“Sir…….Sir, if you command your men to go easy on Lt Grant, and treat her with some dignity then I will come to your bed willingly and I’ll allow you spill your seed within me in the privacy of your bed chamber.” The little honey blonde’s voice shook and there was a tiny squeak to it. The only answer that Ruth got was that Dakar’s fingers laced into her soft golden hair he forced his lips to hers and kissed the young cadet as no one had ever kissed her before. His body was pressed to hers and Ruth Taylor had no doubt that he was fully aroused. He stepped back and in one swift motion ripped her uniform from her gorgeous supple young body. “Do you wish to join your companion and my crew?”

Dakar did not wait for Ruth to answer but spun her around to face his crew, naked as the day she was born. She saw the look in the men’s eyes as the gazed upon her delicate naked perfection.

“Well Cadet Taylor………..”
 
Ruth Taylor swallowed hard as she struggled to hide her nakedness from the hungry men. She felt for her comrade and really wished she could help her but she had been outfoxed at every moment until she felt the pain of total, unlimited defeat.

As the tears filled her eyes she noticed an unguarded weapon within reach and she thought deeply about using it. But it was in a language she didn’t understand and although she was a trained engineer she knew she had no hope in trying to work the configuration in the split second she would have. Her thoughts were shattered by the the demand from the Admiral ”Well Cadet Taylor ...”

Her captor held her in his arms and she knew he was fully aroused as he pulled her to him. A sudden feeling of guilt overwhelmed her as she realised deep down she was attracted to her conqueror. She knew the Admiral wouldn’t wait much longer and she knew she would be of no help to grant if they were both gang raped by the men. Maybe, if she could get her master’s confidence she might be able to plead her colleague’s case quietly.

Instead of answering verbally Taylor grabbed her conqueror and pulled him deeply into a hot, arousing, passionate kiss as she felt her nipples harden and her sex become wet. She waited to be taken to the bedroom.
 
Dakar did not wait for Ruth to answer but spun her around to face his crew, naked as the day she was born. She saw the look in the men’s eyes as the gazed upon her delicate naked perfection. The winsome young honey blonde had been outfoxed at every turn until she felt the pain of total, unlimited defeat that was of course the way of the Carmalians to dominate the defeated and to take their pleasure from the women of the defeated. Dakar simply said;

“Well Cadet Taylor………..”

The stunning young cadet blushed, and Dakar could smell the faint hint of Ruth Taylor’s growing arousal. He could smell also the young cadets fear of being gang raped by his crew. The girl turned in his arms, grabbed her conqueror and pulled him deeply into a hot, arousing, passionate kiss. The admiral could feel the hard points of the girl’s nipples pressing against his chest through his uniform. She had asked for the privacy of his quarters, and said she would submit to him but Dakar was not about to let his gorgeous young creature dictate to him especially in front of his crew, he could not afford to lose face in their eyes no matter how fetching this girl was.

His fingers tightly entwined in Cadet Taylors honey blonde hair and their kiss deepened. He took all that Ruth had to give in that deep passionate kiss and demanded more, no, he took more all that this gorgeous creature had to give and more. “ On your hands and knees Cadet Taylor”. There would be no privacy for Ruth as it was clear that Dakar would take her in front of his crew and LTCDR Grant. If his kiss was any indication Ruth would be taken and fucked as never before in her innocent young life.
 
”On your hands and knees Cadet Taylor”. Ruth Taylor froze, what did this man want from her now? Again she looked at the weapon reasoning that if she made a grab for it and failed then at least it would be over soon when the Carmalians blasted her into eternity, but what if they didn’t and it was all a test, what if the weapon was a dummy left there to test her reaction? If it was she would make life even harder for the two girls.

Ruth Taylor found herself bending to take up the position of a she wolf on heat. For a brief moment she caught the fear filled gaze of her comrade Grant before she saw the lustful curiosity of the Carmalian crew. She wanted the floor to open beneath her to suck her down.
 
Dakar lips parted from Ruth Taylor’s leaving the divine young creature gasping for breath as he issued his command “On your hands and knees Cadet Taylor”. There was a moment of hesitation and the admiral could see the young honey blonde beauty’s eyes shift from the phaser, that was just out of her reach, and back to her companion LTCDR Grant. Her stunningly expressive blue eyes told him what Ruth was thinking, what she feared, as clearly as if she had spoken them out loud. At last the naked little beauty sighed in resignation and slowly sank to her knees in one fluid, graceful motion. The little golden beauty reached out her hands and came to rest on her palms, her pert little derrière high in the air and open to Dakar’s desires.

His hands encircled her trim little waist. She could feel the rough material of his uniform grating on her velvet inner thighs, then the metallic rasp of what must have been the zipper of his trousers. His hand was between their bodies, his cock now pressed to Ruth’s shaven pussy. He still poised to take her, one hand on her hips, the other, sliding up the sensual curves of her torso. It brushed the sensual curve of Ruth’s breasts, and then entwined into her honey golden hair.

“You are mine Cadet Taylor!” As Dakar spoke he yanked Ruth’s head back, his hips thrust forward impaling the young girl on his cock, and other thrust and his cock sunk into her nearly virgin pussy. It had only taken two thrusts to fully impale the young cadet. Dakar dominated the young beauty as he took her. It was not love but a ritual rape, one that slowly but surely began to change to meet the frighten girls darkest needs and desires and called to young Ruth Taylor to surrender to her conquer and Master.
 
Ruth Taylor was fighting back the tears as she surrendered to Dakar. She had no idea how she was going to get out of this situation. On her hands and knees like a dog was not how she invisiged having love made to her. But this wasn’t love, it was lust.

Dakar’s hands found Ruth’s breasts and she was so angry with herself when she felt her nipples hardened and she felt a moist longing which would only be fulfilled one way.

Fighting the moans and groans Ruth found herself arching backwards in a desire to be taken. As soon as Dakar finally took her Ruth moaned before releasing her lust onto Dakar’s manhood and widening herself to even deeper possession.

Fulfilled against her will Ruth knew next few months would be spent pleasing her new master and she knew it would take her heights she never thought possible.
 
“You are mine Cadet Taylor!” As Dakar spoke he yanked Ruth’s head back, his hips thrust forward impaling the young cadet on his cock. It had only taken two thrusts to fully impale the young cadet. Dakar dominated the young beauty as he took her. It was not love but a ritual rape, one designed to dominate the girl and one that slowly, but surely, began to change to meet the frighten girls darkest needs and desires and called to young Ruth Taylor to surrender to her conquer and Master.

Dakar had positioned the young cadet on her hands and knees and took her; he had her stripped of her uniform and what little pride the stunning young beauty had. Ruth Taylor was fighting back the tears, there was no away or point to fighting this man who controlled her fate but that of her companions and to her shame Ruth surrendered to Dakar. He smiled as he fondled the young cadet’s breast felt her pale pink nipples harden to his rough touch, caught the frits musky scent of Ruth’s unwanted sexual arousal, and finally the way she arched her back and pressed back to her Master’s cock and sensual little moan bubbled from her moist ripe lips.

When she came Ruth Taylor’s scream of sinful ecstasy filled the room. Dakar was pleased, she was his, and his until he decided to sell her and the gorgeous little beauty would bring a king’s ransom in the slave markets of the Vail. Dakar then mused just how many times he could rip a soul searing orgasm form the girl before she was spent, and unable to respond to the waves of pleasure that would rack her delicious young body. Dakar had ripped four orgasms from the young cadet as he continued excite and use her stunning young body.
 
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