Valentine's Breaking Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Valentine's Breaking Ch. 05

You are locked into the bondage bench for hours as the entire crew takes turns on you.

When you are finally released, you take it as a blessing. But then you realize that the crew works in rotations, and one of the guards starts to fuck you as you are being led out of the cargo hold. Some other guards decide to join also. And they just keep fucking you. Your bare chest pressed against the glass window of a corridor, as one man enters you after the other.

Deep down you enjoy it. It is either the nanites or just you, you are not sure. Either way, your legs give out, and you collapse on the floor. But the crew doesn't care, and they keep fucking you. Your body and mind both lost to the euphoria.

You do not know what that UCS dreadnought is doing there. At first, your mind sweeps it away, as two crewmembers were just in the process of switching. But that dreadnought is there. You can see it through the window. You do not see a nameplate. As what you see is the front. The gigantic beast with its numerous guns facing down on you and another vessel. The other vessel fires. Then it's blown apart right then and there, its advanced shield overwhelmed by the dreadnought's sheer firepower.

The two ships next to the dreadnought choose to engage it. The shots from the most advanced plasma cannons in perhaps the entire world nullified through capacity alone. Then it comes the return fire, dozens of guns firing their salvos, the two ships reduced to molten carcasses.

It is ...

... only then you realize that you are facing doom also. Your fucking stopped as everyone started to run for the escape pods. For moment you hope that perhaps the ship could jump away. But your fantasy is shattered as the dreadnought fires its front guns again, your vessel's shield breached and the hull shaking around you. But then... There is nothing.

Franticly you start to laugh. Yes. After all that happened they will save you. And instead of spending the rest of your life as a slave, you could still become an admiral. But the stain that this will get you would stay forever. This is how the military works. Admiral Jennifer Valentine. The admiral who was fucked. From now on this is the best you could ever hope for in your professional life.

In this respect, you are not happy to see the rescue party at all. Looking at them sad, broken, and almost angry, as they get you on your feet, and bring you onboard the ship that you later on identify as the UCS Titan.

They free you of your bindings, then you have to write a report, and you are escorted to a cabin that is to serve as your temporary residence. After that you start doing things not really sure what to expect. The first thing you do is a bath, multiple hours long. Then you put on the carbon copy of your old uniform and decide to get some food delivered. Too ashamed to show your face just yet. You also think of getting in touch with your parents or with Carla. But again: too ashamed.

It is Captain McAllister whose visit ...