III.

I tried my hardest not to measure how long "a couple of days" meant over those next three weeks. That is how long until the Federation Agent posing as Jizma Opricus told me to wait for escape. Shortly before he fucked me in the ass over the table so he wouldn't blow his cover. And no, it did not get easier from there. Not in the slightest.

You see in order to escape, I have to be sent to a regeneration pod. Which meant my abuse would have to be severe enough to warrant it. But my body isn't what Soddoram is trying to break, it's my mind. My body is what he wants, so pointless torture is out of the question. He would have to fuck me to the point of hospitalization.

Still there was some chance I could get there in other ways. His favorite thing to do apart from the obvious - fucking me in every conceivable way - is choking me. With his hand, cutting off my air-pipe, leaving the marks of his rings in my neck. With my leash, one hand on the chain, his foot pressed against my back while I turned purple - he did this to impress Tydyn Tiryls, the Golbian whore-monger Gammraja district.

My humiliation only aided Soddoram's arousal. While going through my things the Maraxxians provided him my communicator. He made me suck his cock as he recorded with it. He sent the vid to all of my contacts with the message "Mission going great! Yum yum".

There was a disgusting poetry to it. I recognized every one of these men, all of them were on my list at one point or another for their crimes against the galaxy. They murdered as they pleased, sold and bought whatever their hearts desired from slaves to illegal animals, sent large sums of credits and units to enforce their agendas across the stars. And after a long day of committing evil they get to fuck the Federation's top Assassin.

What's your preference? Human? Narnite? Rodite?

Blonde? Brunette? Redhead?

Actress? Feminist? Royalty? Assassin?

So why don't I resist you ask? Because as horrible as Soddoram is, it's nothing compared to his guests. Death would be a waste of flesh for a slave girl, so they're sold. And when they misbehave, they're given a little reminder of "Master's kindness".

I made my mistake when Soddoram was treating his guest Raxaeix. The mindless gladiator and serial rapist of the Katabasa galaxy. Twelve feet of muscle made all the more dense by the gravity of his world. Resembling an infantile cyclops with his small single yellow eye, layers of fat, and rows of tiny teeth. He tugged on my chain, and I resisted, standing on my feet and pulling my chain away from his three fingered hands. This error didn't register until a silence fell over the guests. Soddoram gestured his Maraxxians to escort me to the bed pit, so that Rax and I could possibly resolve our tension.

I never thought it possible, something as dull and hideous as Rax with me in a compromising position like this. But there I was, before Soddoram's guests chained to the center of a concave pit filled with cushioning and pillows. In my slave clothes, as Rax's bandolier and loincloth fell off his body, revealing a pair of hairy testicles and his cock which pointed straight for my pussy. It looked tiny on him, but it was as thick as my leg.

"Purty girl," he says, spit firing from it's lip as it came for me. My leash gave me no room to run, so I dodged him for a little while while he swung his arms after me clumsily. Eventually dull Rax got smart and grabbed my chain, pulling me to him as he chuckled in anticipation. With no effort he grabbed my arm and tore my clothes off as easily as tissue paper. I punched, I kicked, but it was like punching concrete. He felt nothing. He just held my arms together in one hand like he would a rag doll as I recoiled.

"So purty," The giant brushed my hair with a stone digit. I butt my head against it, gritting my teeth at the mindless thing. Wrong move.

"Purty girl no like me."

He just laughed like an idiot as he dragged me like a caveman over to the end of the pit. Where he lazily pried my legs apart below him, my resistance going unnoticed. My attempts to crawl away on the cushions did nothing to get me further away from the cyclops.

"Me fuck ALL the purty girls."

I can't tell you how, but somehow he got that thing inside me. Over the past three weeks my mind and body had already accommodated itself to Soddoram's mucus coated girth, but I could feel my skin inside me stretch and tear all the more for Rax as he shoved what felt like a wet pillar of cement into my pussy. My legs were doing the splits under Rax's belly as he attempted to bury himself to the balls inside me. This wasn't possible obviously, but he tried, and kept trying despite my screams of pain. Every slight motion of his cock inside me was filled with excruciating pain, it didn't stop him from playing with me. Shoving his solid girth in and out. Rax's mouth hung with drool as he stared at the ceiling, pulling me over his cock as he shoved deeper. His raw and childish moans of pleasure would have been amusing - you know, if I wasn't being raped by a giant while others watched and laughed. Thick hot ropes of his cum shot straight into my womb as he moaned and drooled.

He kept this up as he fucked me in the ass. I tried to close my eyes, so wouldn't see the pleasure on Soddoram's face but Rax took care of that when he got tired of hearing my screams and shoved my face into the pillows, grabbing a handful of my hair as he did. Soon I had no feeling of my lower half. Just a numbness filled the lower half of my body as it got harder to breathe and Rax got closer to unloading once again into the warm squishy fun-hole that was once the Oracle Assassin.

I didn't have to fake any of it. Rax finally finished after rendering me nearly unconscious, leaving me face down on the cushions. His seed still leaked out of me. Echoes rang in my ears, faint but unmistakably from Soddoram. At me. Soon after a few Maraxxians attempted to get me on my feet. I could no longer stand. So I fell again, and again. Eventually a Maraxxian approached with a scanning device, nodding to each of the others and awaiting Soddoram's approval. He waves them off.

"How long?" He spat.

The Maraxxian shaman buzzed in response.

"Very well. Get her walking again. I suppose Kira can warm my bed tonight."

The reminder was unwelcome, of Princess Kira. I had the mental fortitude to push past Soddoram's physical and psychological abuse, and I likely could for... well let's hope I don't find out how long. But Kira wasn't me. Her mind had been his to torture and program for two years. I counted every day and every month since Jizma took her. I try not to imagine how her first three weeks did to her. If I had killed Soddoram on that first night, I could've spared Kira this one night with her owner.

I knew the layout of Soddoram's palace, even nearly incapacitated staring at the floor as the Maraxxians dragged you. But their course became unfamiliar, and soon the odor of regenerative fluid came to my nose. The fluid that reeked of molten rubber millions of nanobots used to swim.

If this double agent is right, if these three weeks of being Soddoram's whore were worth it, I could not only spare Kira from Soddoram's torment, but possibly, could her freedom. For all of his slave girls. I would soon find out.