Chapter 2 - Encounter at Olassel

Zara woke with a start, completely unaware of her surroundings. She was in the escape pod, but it had landed on a planet, in some kind of jungle. She was hanging precariously in a tree while a klaxon blared in her ears, and the most disorienting part was that she was upside down, the pod’s parachute wrapped up in the branches above her. Still strapped into the seat, she tilted her head to look down and saw a bubbling green pool beneath her. It didn’t look safe, and as if to confirm that theory a small piece of the pod broke off and landed in the middle of it, burning up instantly. Taking a deep breath, Zara slowly began to unstrap herself from the seat, but even that small movement made the pod suddenly lurch and fall closer to the pool as the parachute cords began to snap. Her heart started to beat faster as she realised the pod was going to fall in a matter of seconds. With the gentlest movements possible, she reached under the seat and found the emergency comms device, before reaching to her boot and taking her laser pistol out. Hanging upside down, she aimed the weapon and blasted a hole through the other end of the pod near her feet, right before scrambling up and grabbing at the parachute cords still tangled in the tree. Sure enough, the whole thing dropped down behind her and fell into the pool to the sound of burning metal, a few drops splashing up and onto her uniform, burning tiny holes in the fabric. Breathing heavily, but safe for the moment, she pulled up onto a branch and activated the emergency comms device.

“Where the hell am I?” She asked, staring bleary-eyed at the tiny screen. It was a standard issue device, which had automatic access to the Federation’s database, authenticated instantly with her touch.

“You are on Olassel, in the Terrak system.” The digital voice answered. Zara paused for a second, before she felt herself starting to panic.

“Terrak system… Do you mean the Terrak system that’s lightyears inside slaver territory?” Her voice trembled through the words.

“Affirmative. Olassel is a slaver-controlled planet, outside the range of Federation communications. Extreme caution advised.” Zara’s head spun as she contemplated the words, she was further inside slaver territory than the furthest Federation soldiers would ever be sent. Any Federation soldier seen in a major settlement here would be captured in moments, and she knew she would be made a slave if that happened. Even if she wasn’t identified as a soldier she had no clue how safe she was. She had heard stories of all women in slaver controlled systems being registered and monitored like livestock. The Federation database had only vague information on the planet Olassel itself, there was meant to be a city with a spaceport somewhere nearby but she had no navigation equipment. At any rate she couldn’t wait around at the crash site, her arrival on the planet might have been detected. With no other option, she set out into the jungle on foot, not sure exactly what she was trying to find. The intense sun was too hot for her starship uniform and she was soon sweating profusely. In lieu of food and water her psionic energy could sustain her indefinitely, meaning she could travel as long as she wanted, although there was no telling what kinds of dangers lurked here…

Zara spent several days hiking through the rough terrain before she found anything beyond the same endless jungle. The more ferocious of the native wildlife was easily dispatched with her laser pistol, and she even found some running water to refresh and bathe herself. Just as she was starting to wonder if there really was a city nearby, she spotted something on the horizon. From her perch at the top of a tree that reached above the canopy she could see a significantly developed settlement in the distance, massive structures towering above the horizon, pinpricks of light launching up into the sky at regular intervals. It was definitely a spaceport of some kind. At that point she had no plan other than to approach the city, scout it out and try to find some way to get off planet, but as she continued on something else happened. Out of nowhere, her comms device started sounding off with a notification she didn’t expect to see. There was an emergency beacon nearby, broadcasting its location with an encrypted Federation signal. It didn’t escape her that this could be a trap, but as far as she could figure that was unlikely, after all nobody knew she was here. She decided to change plans and make her way to the beacon, wondering if it could even be another survivor from the attack.

It took Zara another two days to reach the beacon. A few hours before she arrived, the jungle tapered out into open fields, and she felt somewhat exposed as she made her way to a tall cliffside. After a bit of searching she found a small opening that led into a large cave with a partly open ceiling, sunlight streaming down from above. She skulked by the entrance, peering into the chamber and watching closely for any movement. What she saw amazed her, sitting in the centre was a Federation ship. It wasn’t a warship like the one she had come from, just a simple light craft designed for a crew of no more than a dozen. What it was doing there was less obvious, it looked badly damaged, probably not capable of takeoff, and in fact it looked like it hadn’t moved for a long time. Zara focused her psionic energy on feeling out her surroundings, trying to detect any movement. Sure enough she felt something behind her, but when she turned around she didn’t even have time to aim her laser pistol. Standing before her was a young woman with red flowing hair, dressed in tattered civilian clothing, a hood over her head. She was holding a huge laser rifle and had it aimed right at Zara’s chest, her cold eyes suggested she would pull the trigger without hesitation.

“Drop the pistol.” The woman demanded, speaking quietly but with determination. Zara knew she had no choice, but she also knew a woman was unlikely to be with the slavers. She did as she was told and raised her hands, her Federation uniform on full display. The stranger saw this and narrowed her eyes.

“Are you alone?” She asked. Zara nodded.

“How did you find me?” The woman continued.

“I wasn’t looking for you, your ship’s giving off an emergency beacon. If you don’t want to be found I would disable it.” Zara explained. The woman seemed to relax slightly.

“It’s not my ship, I’ve been trying to get into its systems for months. But no one else has come looking, you must really be Federation. That only leaves the question of what you’re doing on Olassel.” Zara lowered her hands at this, sensing that the tension was easing.

“I think we may be in similar situations. I crash landed in the jungle a few days ago, I just want to get off world and away from here. Thought I’d try my luck with a Federation beacon rather than the spaceport.”

“A wise choice, that city is where I escaped from. If they saw you there you’d be captured in minutes, sold and shipped off world. That place is one of the biggest slave trading hubs in the area, you walking right into it would make some lucky fucker very rich.” Zara could hear the pain in the woman’s words, she was speaking as someone with first hand knowledge.

“Then it sounds like we’re allies.” Zara ventured, but the woman scowled and ushered her backwards.

“Hardly. You think I trust you because you’re Federation? That doesn’t mean shit out here. If you can get the ship running I’ll give you a lift, but I’m in charge, and I’m keeping this.” The woman answered angrily, taking Zara’s pistol from the ground and tucking it into her clothing. She quickly searched Zara’s person, finding and confiscating the comms device as well. She had never been met by so much distrust, but in a way she understood, this place was so far out of the Federation’s reach, why should her uniform mean anything to the woman?

“Alright fine, just be careful pointing that thing at me. Can you at least tell me your name? I’m Lieutenant Zara Cassidy ” Zara acquiesced. The woman scoffed at the title but gave an answer.

“You can call me Bella. Now let me show you around.”

***

“Lieutenant Zara Cassidy. Access code London-Tokyo-Paris.” At these words the interior lights of the small vessel came to life, illuminating the various consoles and controls of the bridge. It was a mess, with panels torn apart all over the place and loose cables strewn over the seats. Clearly Bella hadn’t just been waiting for a Federation soldier to come along, she had been pulling the place apart. It was a decent ship, not just able to get off world but with loop drive capability as well. Bella, still carrying the huge rifle, couldn’t disguise her excitement at seeing the systems come online, but she quickly tempered herself.

“Okay so it has power.” Bella said, looking over the consoles, moving through a number of status screens, not stopping Zara from doing the same at another station.

“Life support is online, hull integrity looks good. Both the thrusters and the loop drive are badly damaged though.” Zara reported. The two women made their way to the engine room, which prior to the power being restored was totally sealed off. Sure enough, the entire rear of the ship seemed to have taken a heavy blow, and almost all of the machinery was badly damaged. They both stepped carefully around the debris, inspecting the damage, it was disheartening to be sure, the ship wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.

“Do you know how the loop drive works?” Bella asked.

“We’re all taught the basics as cadets, I can have a look but I’m no engineer.”

“And I thought having a Federation soldier here would be helpful…” Bella grumbled.

“Sure… It’s only the most sophisticated machine ever built.” Zara muttered, removing an access panel to the loop drive and sighing. Suddenly, there was a noise from outside, something like a rock bouncing off the outer hull of the ship. Both women snapped to attention, Bella quickly brandishing her laser rifle.

“Were you followed?” Bella hissed quietly.

“Who would have followed me out here?” Zara whispered back, ducking behind a large engine manifold. Bella looked horrified, almost to the point of disbelief.

“The Thrallorn! God help us if you brought them here…” Bella skulked out of the engine room as she spoke, making her way to a hull window in one of the corridors and peering out. There didn’t seem to be any movement outside. Zara followed quietly.

“Who or what are the Thrallorn? I’ve never heard of them.” Zara asked as they crept back towards the bridge.

“Of course the Federation doesn't know about the Thrallorn.” Bella said bitterly. “Genetically engineered slave hunters, used to track down missing property, or used for punishment. On some worlds whole populations of them live in the wild, evolving with the single purpose of hunting women.” Zara couldn’t help but feel a shiver down her spine. Tales of genetic experiments done by the slavers ran rife in Federation circles, but this wasn’t widely known, at least not to someone of her rank.

“They could have found my crash site… Give me back my pistol.” She whispered.

“No way! You’ve gotten me in enough trouble, wait here and I’ll check it out.” Bella hissed back. Before Zara could protest, Bella turned away from the bridge and exited the ship, looking around slowly with her rifle raised, checking every direction. With no weapon, Zara did as she was told, waiting inside. There were minutes of silence, followed by a loud thud, the near deafening sound of the rifle being discharged, and silence again. Zara ran out into the cave, expecting the worst, but instead she saw Bella holding the rifle, standing above a huge greenish-grey body.

“Fucker tried to sneak up on m-UH!” Bella started, before another hulking body fell from above, landing on top of her and pinning her to the ground with two huge arms, its massive legs either side of her. Zara didn’t hesitate, quickly building her psionic energy and launching a concentrated bolt at the creature, tearing right through the middle of it and launching it off Bella, who had dropped her rifle as she was knocked down. Zara looked up just in time to see something that made her stomach sink, four more of the creatures were dropping from the ceiling around Bella, who was still getting to her feet. She started to build another blast of psionic energy when a massive limb suddenly swung out from beside her and caught her clear in the chest, knocking her off her feet and sending her hurtling towards the cave wall. She managed to use the psionic energy to break the impact and prevent any serious injury, but the rock cracked as she collided with it, the impact knocking the wind out of her, her vision blurring. As she lay there against the wall, one of the creatures walked up to her and she finally got a good look at it. It was similar to a human, but with no hair, unnaturally coloured skin, an ugly face, and most notably four thick arms protruding from its torso. It had apparently been genetically engineered for maximum muscle mass, which was obvious as it was only wearing simple rags wrapped around its waist, barely concealing the outline of what looked like an already erect, massive cock. Zara tried to get to her feet and run but the creature simply reached its two lower arms down and gripped her neck from either side, holding almost her entire upper body in its massive hands. With no mercy, it slammed her hard into the rock face again, before easily tossing her over to the centre of the cave, throwing her at least ten metres through the air like it was nothing. She landed in a heap next to Bella, who was already being piled on by two of the other creatures, all of which looked almost identical. They were holding the redhead’s limbs behind her, easily restraining her attempts to struggle free, while they produced some kind of tensile material from the middle of their palms. It was orange, acting like a stretchy kind of rope, letting them bind Bella’s wrists and ankles in front of her, the two creatures tying her up in seconds. Zara could barely move through the pain, and the four creatures who were left had no trouble tying her up either.

The Thrallorn wasted no time in taking advantage of their new prizes. Only seconds later Zara was now hanging by her wrists and ankles, which had been bound up in a bundle above her. One of them used its upper arms to dangle her while the lower arms held her hips steady, the other creature standing on the other side and holding her head still. She watched as she was held at crotch height and the massive, grey cock was unveiled in front of her face, her neck bent backwards so her lips could reach it. She kept her mouth defiantly shut but of course the creature had a spare pair of hands to force her jaw open, and she couldn’t stop it sliding its dick inside her, the massive thing quickly making her gag, filling her mouth and sliding down the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, her body twitched, the corners of her mouth felt like they were about to split, but the creature did not let up, clearly enjoying the feeling of her wet mouth around itself. The other creature didn’t have much trouble either, it simply pressed its cock between her legs, pushing against the thin layer of material covering her pussy. Her uniform was supposed to be strong, composed of reinforced carbon nanotube fibres, and it did hold at first, the creature forcing itself inside her with the uniform still separating them. It was confused, not feeling the warmth of her insides against its cock, so with one hand it gave the huge member a long stroke, making it produce some kind of fluid that burnt a hole in the fabric. The only damage it did to her flesh was a mild stinging sensation, but she gasped as a hole was torn through the uniform as well as her panties underneath and the warm, thick cock was suddenly penetrating her deeply. The Thrallorn did not go easy on her, they almost seemed desperate to pleasure themselves with how vigorously they bounced Zara’s body between them, her throat and her pussy both relentlessly pounded.

Bella wasn’t faring much better next to her, after tying her up they had curiously torn away at her loose, bland clothing until her womanly shape was revealed, which launched them into a frenzy. Underneath she was wearing a blue skin tight leotard with a glossy, reflective finish and a low, open back, the slick material burying itself between her asscheeks. This was a fairly standard style of undergarment worn by women, and the Thrallorn left it in place as they started fucking her throat and pulled the fabric aside to enter her pussy. They held the two women right next to each other, so they could hear the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, their bodies touching side by side. Humiliation like she had never experienced before washed over Zara’s body and totally occupied her mind, not only had these beasts so easily overpowered and violated her, a Federation lieutenant, but she had unwittingly led them straight to Bella and now they were both suffering the same terrible fate. It was a stupid mistake, totally unbefitting for a soldier of her rank, and in a twisted way her punishment was appropriate, reducing her to a piece of meat, a sex toy being bounced between two massive cocks for the pleasure of these disgusting creatures. Soon her psionic energy would build up enough to let her escape, from this distance she would fry both of her rapists in an instant, but until then she was helpless. It wasn’t long before they increased the speed and intensity of their relentless fucking, Zara’s mouth and pussy aching with pain as her holes were pounded to high heaven. The one fucking her mouth came first, its horrible load erupting into her in waves, filling her throat and pumping into her stomach as she had no choice but to choke it down to avoid suffocating. The moment she swallowed it she felt weird, it wasn’t just cum, there was something about it that was affecting her body, she could tell right away. Then, the other one gripped her tightly and thrusted itself deep inside her pussy, the head of the cock ramming against her cervix as it exploded as well, the greenish-grey ejaculate spilling out of her. As they finally pulled out she coughed up pints of cum, her eyes red and filled with tears from the brutal torment she had endured. There was no rest yet though, she was immediately manipulated by the many pairs of hands holding her, her face shoved under Bella’s pussy lips as the creature fucking her was just ramping up to its climax. Strong fingers held her mouth open as she was shoved in tightly, forced to swallow whatever spilled out of Bella’s pussy when she received her own load. Aside from the shock and humiliation she might have expected to feel, she now definitely felt something else, her senses were blurring and her muscles ached, it felt as though she had been drugged by something potent enough to overcome her Federation conditioning. It was all she could do to keep her eyes open as the Thrallorn continued binding up the two women and preparing them for transport, her muscles were too weak to fight back against the monsters, and a deeper horror still overcame her as she realised the worst part of it, even her psionic powers felt weakened. This was beyond bad, a psionic blast may have been her only way out of this, if she couldn’t access the energy then what would happen? The Thrallorn were clearly preparing to take them elsewhere, was it for their own personal use or were they going to be taken to the slavers? Bella hadn’t had much of a chance to explain what they did with their captives.

The Thrallorn worked quickly, they didn’t seem to have tired themselves with their brutal fucking. One of them left the cave briefly and came back with a long, hard branch pulled from a native tree. Soon the girls were both hanging underneath the branch, either end propped up on one of the creatures’ huge shoulders. They were hogtied, their wrists and ankles bound above them over the branch, their bodies hanging below. There wasn’t enough room on it for both of them end to end so they crossed over slightly, Bella’s arms crossing over Zara’s legs, her head pressed against the side of the Federation soldier’s round behind. Bella still wore her blue leotard, which was undamaged during the fuck session, while Zara’s uniform had been discarded by the beasts and thrown away, leaving her in her green bra and matching panties, now with a hole burnt through the crotch, exposing her pussy to the open air. The underwear was nanofiber fabric, a favourite of Federation women, especially for wearing under the uniform, so smooth that it could barely be felt on one’s skin. The downside was that it didn’t leave much to the imagination, Zara’s nipples plainly visible through the fabric. She was at a loss for words at first, trying to turn over the facts of the situation in her head while gently struggling against the bindings, which held like they were steel. But eventually she built up the courage to say something as they bobbed along, carried through the plains to some unknown destination.

“Bella… My psionics, I can’t use it… I’m sorry.” Zara whispered. She wasn’t sure if the Thrallorn could understand her or if they even cared what she said but she kept her voice down anyway.

“What kind of super soldier lets herself be followed through an open field? Was Federation life too boring for you? Thought you’d try out being a brainless piece of fuckmeat?” Bella hissed. The words stung hard, Zara wasn’t exactly expecting absolution but her guilt deepened tenfold upon hearing the anger in her voice. There was another minute of silence before Bella spoke again.

“I’ve been through much worse than this. It’s just been awhile. I would focus on preparing yourself for what comes next.” She added.

“What are they going to do with us?” Zara asked.

“I don’t know, we’re not heading to the spaceport so thank your stars that these aren’t under slaver control. I’ve heard the wild ones are unpredictable though, they follow their programmed instincts to hunt and fuck, but then the genetic instructions end and they fall back on their baser instincts of cruelty and humiliation, good for breaking in new slaves. Not good for us.” Bella explained.

“But where are they taking us? Why take us anywhere?”

“Do I know? My guess is they figure they can break us more efficiently elsewhere, maybe there’s a whole pack of them ready to run a train.” Bella suggested, making Zara feel sick.

“Well I’m not going to b-” Zara was cut off before she could finish her sentence, one of the Thrallorn, clearly having had enough of the conversation, reached down and applied some of the natural adhesive to the lower half of her face, spreading it generously over her mouth. She tried to shake it off but it set quickly, glueing her lips together. Bella was quickly muted in the same fashion, and the rest of the trip continued in silence.

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