Part 3: A Traitor's Reward

The readout in his tactical shades told him that it was time to get the show started. There was no point in making any speeches even with the aid of a translator…out of the six cunts present only Mousy and Red actually shared a language (which made her skill in organizing the escape even more impressive and vexing), and a translator repeating his words five times would probably rather spoil the effect. Instead, he decided to let actions do his talking for him.

He gestured to Kamal and the two guards near him, who wasted no time in grabbing Mousy. The traitorous cunt, probably realizing what was going to happen, started to kick and scream in protest, but Kamal's men had a lot of experience in handling uppity bitches. Within a few seconds, she'd been dragged under the tree giving shade to Vorden's own office. A few heartbeats later, a noose had gone around her neck and up around a sturdy branch and before she could even get started on properly pleading for mercy two guards hauled her up.

The five cunts at their posts had been jeering at first when Kamal grabbed the traitor, but now their tune changed. Gasps, whispered expletives…and sobs from Beachball, who looked rather pale for once. Mousy herself only managed a few choked gurgles as she dangled and danced, her toes mere centimeters off the ground, desperately reaching for something, anything to take that terrible pressure off her throat.

Time for phase two. Captain Vorden cleared his throat. "Kamal," he said, "isn't it a little impolite to send your little friend off without any parting gifts?"
All eyes were first on him, then on Kamal, who grinned and opened his trousers. He was already rock-hard when he stepped between the dangling cunt's flailing legs and grabbed her around the waist to keep her steady. The captain didn't know if Mousy'd even noticed him in her panicked dance, but the sound she made as Kamal thrust himself deep into her cunt told him that she was definitely aware now.

Her eyes widened in shock and pain, but she quickly realized that her rapist also represented a way to put off death for at least a little while…and just as Kamal had promised when he'd come up with this little show, she wrapped her legs around him like a passionate lover. "See boss," Kamal grunted between thrusts, "works every damn time. This one rebel bitch on Caprina, the whole squad had her before the end and she was still kicking."
Mousy was in obvious agony as Kamal's cock tore into her unlubricated pussy, but she was also getting some air in ragged, choking gasps.

The noose was a work of art all by itself. Kamal had expertly fashioned it from a piece of mem-rope so that, with proper placement, it would cut off the victim's airways but leave the blood flow to the brain mostly unimpeded. There would be no quick loss of consciousness for those in its merciless grip.

A sound to Captain Vorden's side made him look over at Cal and her pet. His number two had drawn her lower garment aside and she was naked underneath. The slave, her gag removed, was already getting busy kissing and licking her mistress' dripping cunt. Between that sight and Kamal's show, he decided that he was done waiting and barked a command at his own slave. The bitch, a copper-skinned beauty from some rimward colony, wasted no time in pulling his cock from his pants and taking him into her well-trained mouth.
She was doing pretty good work, he figured, so he decided to trigger her implant with a subvocalized command. Inside the slave's clit, a tiny bead of circuitry activated and the microscopic tendrils linking it to every single major neural node in her nethers began to send their impulses. As usual she started to moan right away, and her already-expert blowjob became even better as her own cunt started to drip.

The guards who'd hauled Mousy off to her last dance had tied off the rope and were getting their own cocks ready, grinning and laughing at something Kamal'd said.
"Something funny?", Vorden called over.
"Oh, this is great", Kamal said with a big, shit-eating grin. "This little cunt is actually getting wet! Bitch was always dry as sandpaper when I did her before, figure I should've gone for the flying fuck from the start!"
To prove his point, he stopped thrusting for a bit, and sure enough…Mousy was bucking on her own, now driven not just by the need to breathe but also by a more private urge.

Vorden looked over at the five runaways. They too were watching the show, perhaps unable to look away. Their expressions ranged from cold fury (Red) to sheer panic (Beachball) with everything in between, and…
He paused for a moment and focused the zoom on his tac-shades on the crotch of Ice, the big cunt in the middle. Yes, he hadn't imagined it. There was a telltale glisten around her cunt-lips, a noticable reddening of her pale skin and perhaps even a hint of engorgement in her labia and clit. Another bitch who was getting aroused by this.
He was still wondering how he could work that little fact into today's entertainments when a particularly skillfull twist of his slave's tongue brought him back into the present. He gave her the order to stop…he didn't want to use all his ammo too soon.

Kamal had finished, but Mousy didn't dangle for long as another guard stepped in his place to make her last dance a memorable one. Her movements had slowed a bit, but she was obviously still conscious and still lost between agony and pleasure. The bitch might even have come from it.
He got rid of his pants entirely and looked over at Kamal. "Ready for the main course?" he asked jokingly.
"Always, boss", came Kamal's reply. Sure enough, the bastard was still hard as ever. Vorden sometimes wondered how much of that was natural stamina and how much was the endocrinal boosts he'd been given in his time as a marine. It didn't matter much, of course…the man was very good at what he did, both with a gun and with his cock, and he used both with the same mix of enthusiasm and professional pride.

Together, they advanced on the posts they'd tied the runaways to. "Red's mine", he said. "Which one are you going for?"
Kamal paused for a moment, then said "I'm taking Scars. Always loved the dark ones."
"And the tall one is mine", Cal's voice added from behind them. She was advancing on the posts with her usual charming grin and her slave in tow. Literally, as she was leading her pet by a line attached to her nipple-hooks. Quite charming. Her face was flushed with the aftereffects of a heavy orgasm and Vorden felt a brief pang of envy. Another one who was always up for the long haul.