Chapter Ten
Captain Atticus went back to bed for a few more hours. Turning the mummy slave over, he did another slow fuck in the ass. He wondered what the mummy slave was thinking, not knowing what was going on, where it was or who was fucking it. Then he smiled and proceeded to fuck the slave even harder.
As he turned over to sleep a bit more, he hit a button and heard moaning from under the desk. He always like to fall asleep to the desk slave moaning. It was very peaceful and relaxing in a way.
He was woken up to the sound of the intercom buzzing him. He reached over and clicked the button, “Yes.”
“Captain, this is the Dr. Will be ready to do the procedure in 15 minutes.”
“Thanks, will be down in a few minutes. Don’t start without me. Captain out.”
Captain Atticus got up and stepped into the shower to wash off his rubber suit. The water felt good over the suit. He quickly washed up and pressed a button, immediately a slave in red rubber suit stepped out and began to dry him off. Then the slave polished the Captain’s suit to a high shine.
Then the Captain strolled out of his cabin and down the corridor toward the lift to head to sickbay. As he walked through the corridor, he thought about Guard 99 and what lay ahead for him. He cursed at the senior officers for not watching what was going on more. He made a mental note that those in charge would also be punished.
He strode into sickbay and saw slave 297 strapped down to a table. He noticed that the special butt plug was installed from the table. Also a pump was installed on the slave’s cock. An IV tube ran into the slave’s arm with a solution going in. There were several syringes on a tray next to the table. There were slight moans coming out of the slave.
“Dr., you may begin the procedure. “ Captain Atticus said.
“Thank you Sir. Will begin by putting in the first compound. This will cause the slave to become intensely horny. At the same time the pump will begin to milk the slave.”
The Dr. put the first syringe into the IV tube and pushed the contents in. Almost immediately, the slave began to really moan. The pump began to milk the slave’s cock. The slave tried to writhe on the table but couldn’t move due to the straps holding it down. The slave was left like that for 20 minutes so that the full effect of the drug would take effect. By the end of the 20 minutes, the slave was constantly moaning and drool was coming out of its mouth.
The Dr. then took the next syringe and put it into the IV tube. “This will cause all the nerve endings to become super sensitive throughout the body. This is the start of the sensory overload.”
Over the next 20 minutes, the slave began to thrash against the bonds because of the intensity of the pump. The Dr. then turned on the electrical connections in the suit the slave was wearing and the slave went wild. Suddenly the pump started sucking large amounts of cum out of the slave. The butt plug then sprung to life, electro fucking the slave. The slave screamed through the gag as the nerve endings went into sensory overload.
“It is now time for the final syringe. This will cause the brain to overload and will cause the slave to go into one huge orgasm that will cause an embolism in the brain, effectively killing it.”
The Dr. put the drug into the IV and watched as the slave went into severe thrashing motions on the table. Suddenly the slave grunted and screamed really loud then feel silent. Heart monitors in the suit registered that the slave had died during the intense orgasm.
The Dr. then went over to the pump and turned it off. He then checked how much cum was pumped out of the slave.
He smiled and turned to the Captain, “We got a cup of cum from the slave total. That is what the initial drug that was put into him prior to starting did. If this works out, we will be able to produce ample amounts of cum from anyone on the ship.”
“Very good, keep up the research and keep me informed.” With that Captain Atticus walked out and headed to the bridge. He stopped by the intercom and made an announcement.
“Security, take the officers in charge of Guard 99 to Punishment Room 1. Standard procedure. That is all.”
With that, a flourish of action happened as a squad leader, platoon leader and commander were scooped up and hauled to Punishment Room 1.
As the Captain walked onto the bridge, he looked around. All the crew there were running at peak efficiency.
“Scanners, is there any small ships in the area?”
“Not at the moment Captain.”
“Fine, let me know when a ship is in range. We need to fill out our compliment soon.”
“Yes Sir.”
With that, Captain Atticus walked back to his quarters to read some reports and to work on a few other items as well as to get the raging hard on that he had worked on. Nothing like slaves waiting to serve!
Chapter Eleven
Captain Atticus sat at his desk while the slave worked on his cock thinking about the appropriate punishment for the officers. Then he smiled and thought of the perfect punishment.
“Captain to Punisher”
“Yes Captain?”
“The officers brought down will have the following punishment, they will spend the next 90 days in chastity. A punishment butt plug will be put in at pain level 6, they are also to receive 100 lashes with the whip. Then have them return to duty.”
“Yes Captain” the Punisher said.
The Punisher turned to the three officers and smiled. As they each hung on a open frame, they grimaced. They knew that they had screwed up by not double checking what had gone on. Plus their punishment would show the rest of the guards that anything can happen.
The Punisher pulled out 3 chastity devices and began installing one on each officer. It was designed so that any sign of an erection, a heavy shock to the balls would happen that would cause them to double over in pain. He set the timer to automatically fall off after 90 days. One of the ship’s robots would retrieve them and return them to the Punishment Room.
Then each officer was fitted with a punishment plug, these plugs were special. They would deliver a series of shocks all day long. As a person got used to it, the computer would increase the intensity of the shocks.
Then it was time for 100 lashes apiece. The standard was to issue them in 10 lash intervals at 30 minutes apart. In 6 hours they could report back to their duties.
Meanwhile, Captain Atticus decided to go visit Cs #4 and to see how its training was progressing. As he walked into Training Room #1, he saw Cs #4 on the rack slowly being stretched out and taught to take serious pain.
“Release #4 and hang it upside down on the floating rod,” he ordered.
The guards removed #4 and repositioned it to the floating rod. Really all it was, was a pole attached to a hoist that allowed a person to be lifted off the floor totally. They put on hanging ankle restraints and had #4 lay down and attached it to the rod. Then the hoist lifted it off the floor. The guards then put wrist restraints on and attached them to the floor so that #4 looked like an X.
Captain Atticus walked around #4 and inspected it. He noticed that there was still good muscle definition. He made a mental note that #4 was to be put on a heavy weight lifting regime to improve the muscle tone and to prevent any loss.
He then took a steel ball stretcher and attached it to #4’s nuts and attached it to the rod, pulling the nuts as far as possible from the body. #4 gasped slightly at the heavy pull but kept it frame of mind intact as the programming instructed it to.
Captain Atticus then attached nipple clamps to each nipple. These clamps were computer controlled, once the computer noticed that the pain level dropped in the nipples, it would then increase the pressure that the clamps were exerting on the nipples. “Really nasty devices,” Captain Atticus thought to himself.
He then took a heavy flogger and began to flog #4 all over. Each stroke was harder and harder. Soon #4 was grunting and moaning to the lashes. It writhed in bliss as the strokes got harder. It’s cock became fully erect. Captain Atticus smiled as he saw that. That meant that the programming was working.
Captain Atticus then gave 10 hard lashes to the front and the back each. By the time he was done, #4 had an erection that anyone would be proud of.
“Leave it hanging there and attach a milking machine. Set it for 15 cum loads. Once completed, put it in the box to rest and do more programming, “ he said as he walked away. “Turn the plug on full too till the programming is over.”
The guards nodded in acknowledgement and began the prep work to attach the milking machine and adjust the butt plug. #4 relaxed to the milking machine as it began to suck all the cum out of it.
By the time #4 had cum 8 times, it was really worn out and the machine just kept going. Nothing was stopping it. #4 moaned and grunted as the machine did its task. The plug wasn’t helping any either. It just kept fucking the ass without fail, not giving any respite to #4. Several hours had passed since it had been hung upside down and it looked forward to being let down.
Finally it came the 15th time. The guards let it down and led it over to the long box. It was strapped down once again in the box. The goggles and headphones were put onto #4 and the box closed. Flashes of light started as well as strange sounds coming out of the headphones. It fell into a trance, following the new instructions it was being given.
Chapter 12
With the addition of XS-1 to the crew, many were looking at the new addition to the crew with interest. There were even some rumors that the rest of the crew would be getting a similar look to XS-1. Though with no official announcement, there was only speculation going on among the crew.
Captain Atticus walked into the medical center and looked around for the Dr. They had such a good relationship and both had equally sick and twisted minds. Then he spotted the Dr and he strode over to talk with him.
“Lets go into your office Dr.” Captain Atticus said.
They walked into the office and the door slide close. The Dr sat down at his desk and pulled out two glasses and poured two glasses of bourbon. Handing one to Captain Atticus and taking the one for himself, he turned his attention to the Captain.
“As you know, we have a new soldier on board, how have the tests been going with this new soldier and are the nanites exactly as we ordered?” asked Captain Atticus.
“Yes they are as we ordered, though I have had to do some minor reprogramming of the nanites over the last few days so that they are acting in response to which you want. I suggest that we take a few of the soldiers that we have now and inject them with some of the nanites and see how they respond with the current programming. It would seem best to just add the nanites to our current setup with the new additions to the crew. What we can do is leave them hanging on the wall for an additional day or two so that all the nanites can be put into their system” the Dr replied.
“What is the strength difference in comparison to the the soldiers?”
“The difference is significant, almost a 50% increase in strength with the nanites. With accelerated muscle growth, we can concentrate the nanites on growth rather than turning the skin in to rubber.”
“Are we going to need to suit up the new recruit in a standard suit?”
“Not at the moment, he has so many nanites running through his system that they will keep control of the body as well as the skin. We would use a smaller dosage on our current soldiers than was used on him. I suggest we keep him in an experimental stage so that we can do programming changes and such on him before testing them out on our current soldiers that are battle tested.”
“Sounds good Dr., I think you have a good plan in place. What soldiers were you planning on testing it on?”
“Well, I was thinking about taking the next 5 soldiers that have their yearly physical coming up and using them as the test subjects for the nanites. This would be kept quiet until we could work all the issues out.”
“Sounds good Dr. Go ahead with your plans. When is the first one going to be arriving?”
“In less than 5 minutes, would you like to watch?”
“Sounds good Dr. Lets get out into the office and you can show me how these things work.”
They walked out of the office and into the medical bay. There was very few people in there as few were ever sick enough to be there, usually only injured soldiers or slaves were brought in.
The doors opened and a soldier walked in.
“Welcome Guard 253, please step up to the table and put your arms and legs into the restraints, we are doing a few additional tests this year during your physical.”
The guard laid down on the table and put his arms and legs into the restraints. Metal clamps closed on the wrists and ankles. Straps clamped down automatically over the chest, upper arms, head, thighs and stomach holding the guard into a tight position.
The Dr. walked over to the soldier and pulled a small tray over to the table and began to clean the arm a bit while looking for a vein. With the suit, it was a bit more difficult to find a place but with the computer’s help a vein was quickly found and a needle was put in. Then the Dr. attached a IV to the needle and began a steady drip.
The guard started to moan as the nanites ran into his body, then suddenly he screamed out loud as the connection to the nerves started to happen. His body became taut on the table as the straps tightened to hold him down. There was no let up in the intensity of the pain and tightness of the straps.
“What will we do with the ones that don’t adapt to the nanites?” asked Captain Atticus.
“Well, I still need test subjects for my ecstacy drug. WE can always give them an overdose of that again. At least it should be interesting with the nanites increasing the nerve reaction to stimuli.”
“Sounds good Dr. Keep me informed as to the situation. Take it one subject at a time. We might want to look at weeding out the weaker of the personnel on board with this treatment.”
“I will keep you informed Sir and come up with a plan of action.”
On the table the guard was going through great pain all over his body as the nanites were added into his system. All he knew was that his body was on fire and there seemed to be no stopping it. Screaming didn’t help and the pain kept up even after the voice was hoarse. Even his cock and balls in his cod piece was on fire. It was if his whole body was being consumed but without the real fire.
Chapter 13
Captain Atticus wandered out of the medical bay and decided that it was time to head to his private dungeon for some fun with his pride and joy #4. It had been a while and he had not had much time to do some serious fun with his slave.
As he walked into his private dungeon, there was #4 all stretched out between two bars, hanging in mid air with restraints on the ankles and wrists. Just perfect for a nice flogging session.
Captain Atticus had developed a new flogger, each tip was an electrode so that an electrical charge would be carried through to the back of the slave. What many of the slaves and guards didn’t know was the rubber suits that they wore had conductors throughout the suit so that it was easy to pass an electrical charge from the outside through to the inside.
He picked up the new flogger and turned the electro portion of the flogger on, sparks flew out a bit as the ends made contact with each other. A sound of electrical discharge filled the air slowly. He began to swing and hit the back of #4, electrical contacts were made and #4 began to moan. He smiled knowing that in a few, #4 would be screaming as he turned up the electrical charge in the handle.
A steady pattern of 10 lashes at one level and then a step up. Of course there were 25 levels, each one changing the dynamic of the charge. It could go from pleasure to pain in a matter of moments. But Captain Atticus wanted to see how far #4 could go before he had to stop. The computer would keep watch over #4’s life signs and would warn when they got to a high risk level. So the safety protection was there.
He began to increase the stroke of the flogger, making sure that he made direct contact to the back every 2 or 3 swings, setting no pattern so that there was no way that #4 could anticipate when the next stroke would hit.
After he had gotten up to level 10, the moans become short intakes of breath as they hit the back. It was refreshing to hear someone try to take as much as possible. As they moved toward level 15, the breath turned into soft ughs as the intensity increased. By the time he had gotten to level 20, screams were starting to emit from the #4’s mouth. The computer showed that #4 was adapting well to the strokes but had an increase in #4’s heart rate and breathing just had to be monitored so that there was no damage done to his property.
By level 22, the screams were getting louder and the heart rate as well as breathing was getting rapid. There was no escape for #4 since the restraints were magnetically sealed so there was no way that he could get out without the code. The computer monitored how much slack there was and would increase or decrease the amount as needed. The more stress on the system, then it would provide slack only to the limit that the stress decreased then it would immediately take out the slack and increase the stretching pressure.
By the time Captain Atticus got to level 24, the computer warned that they were at the tolerance level and needed to stop. He was impressed that #4 was able to take so much. With training he would be able to take it all the way up to level 25 for a good 50 strokes. Time was on his side and there was plenty of time for training.
Captain Atticus motioned to two of his guards and had them take down #4 from between the bars and move #4 to a table that was nearby. The electrical torture would continue only with a slight change. Restraints were put at the fingers, wrists, upper arms, chest, stomach, thighs, calves, ankles and neck. The head was put into a harness that forced it to be in one position with no movement allowed and a lcd screen over it showing slaves in various bondage and torture positions.
An electro butt plug was inserted and started into its self fucking routine. #4 moaned as the pleasure of the butt plug hit his prostate and began to cause him to get erect. Two needles were produced and each one put into #4’s nuts. This was the pain portion of the test. Short electrical bursts would be sent to each nut, totally random as to if they would be pleasureable or painful. All the time the cycle would be building up to an orgasm. This was all designed for the first orgasm to be quick and then the slow buildup to hours long torture of additional orgasms. This was a rare treat that Captain Atticus was giving #4 as cumming by slaves was not allowed very often. It was usually about once a year that each slave was allowed to cum. And that was through a special milking machine that was set up near the slave quarters.
Slowly, #4 was brought to the brink of cumming, then taken back a bit, then the intensity would increase, slowly bringing #4 into sheer hell of needing to cum but not being able to as the electrical connections in the balls would stop that with a short but powerful jolt. Finally #4 was allowed to cum, #4’s cock gushed with cum being forced out of the nuts by both the needles and the butt plug. Then the slow build up began again, only this time the computer would force a quick cumming then into a slow cumming. This was repeated in various cycles for a while. #4 had a long night ahead for it. There was going to be no rest for the tortured.
Chapter 14
“Slave 623, report to room 40 on deck 3” the loudspeaker blared.
Very few people knew what was in that room. Infact the room was only used rarely and it was a very select few slaves that were allowed in there. For the slave had to prove that they were not only an excellent fuck but also a sucker as well. This was no easy task as there were so many cocks in so many sizes on the ship. Yet this slave had proven that it could take any size cock in either end and successfully do its job without any problems.
Now rewards are rare to come by as a slave, so this was something special. Though the other slaves had no idea what was about to happen, all they knew is that occasionally a slave disappeared and never came back. Nor did they know how they were chosen not that it made much difference to the slaves. Even with all the mind control and brainwashing, relationship still formed between slaves and crew members.
As slave 623 walked into the room, it noticed that all that was there was a long table. All other compartments must be hidden from view as it was not unusual to see on this ship.
A voice came from the intercom “Lay down on the table and remain there.”
Soon the door opened again and a couple of the special security detail personnel walked in. They walked around the table looking at the slave but not saying anything. One then walked over to a computer console that popped out of the wall and began typing things in.
Suddenly straps came out of the table and strapped the slave down tightly to the table. No movement could be had at all. Though the legs were individually strapped down unlike the chest and arms, suddenly the lower half of the table started to spread apart, spreading the legs in a spread eagle stance.
Arms came out of the ceiling and began to spray a gel around the cock, balls and ass. This spray cleaned the rubber and prepped it for glue. Another arm came out and pulled out the large plug in its ass. A new plug, strangely shaped was brought out and it was lubed up and insertion began. This plug was specially shaped. It had a sheath that lined the ass of the slave and the plug was removable from the sheath. Though only a select few knew how this was done.
The sheath was glued to the rubber suit of the slave, so that it would not come out of the ass at all. It went in a good 12 inches into the ass. The butt plug was at least that long and could be swapped out with longer or shorter plugs depending on the mood of those taking care of the slave.
A special sheath then came out, it was shaped like a cock and balls, only it was ridged and very thick. There were wires coming out of it. The sheath was then put on, first the balls were forced into the sac portion of it and then the cock was forced in. Grunts came from the slave as the pressure on the balls and the cock increased as this was done. The slave involuntarily started to get erect, but that was the purpose of it as the inside was coated with glue as well and the cock needed to be erect for it.
The gag was removed and a special sheath that went around gums was installed. Then a ratchet gag was installed and the mouth was forced open into its widest position. Protests came out of the mouth, though gurgled as they were since the slave couldn’t really do much. A ring gag then came out and it was forced into the mouth. With the mouth forced all the way open, there was very little space between the jaw and the ring. It was put in at an angle then it was forced into position by the arms that were working on it. The ratchet gag was then released and removed from the mouth. The straps to the ring gag were then glued to the hood going over the head and around the back of the head. This would ensure that the gag would never move out of place. Glue was placed onto the sheath under the tongue and was pressed down so that the tongue could only move a limited amount.
Once this was completed, all the straps were released. The slave looked bewildered as to what was going on but knew it was something different.
“Slave 623, because of your outstanding adaptability, you have been selected to be one of the few mummified slaves that the Captain makes use of. When your not in use, you will be put into storage that will be monitored very closely. Only the best slaves are picked for this duty. Yes, what has been done so far is uncomfortable, but adaptation is the name of the game. There is no additional programming to your mind that you will need” said one of the guards.
“Stand up and put your arms out straight.”
As slave 623 did that, arms came out of the ceiling and sprayed the whole body with the same gel as earlier. It slid off as it cleaned the rubber completely. Once that was completed, more arms came out with special mitts, that kept the fingers perfectly straight. These were glued onto the hands. These were also very thick and they went up to the forearms. Glue was then applied to the under arms and then arms forced to the side of the slave. Once the glue set, rubber filler strips were glued on and created a look that the arms and the chest were all one piece. The legs were also glued to each other and filler strips were also put in place making the legs look like one piece. The table then tilted and arms moved the slave back onto the table.
As the table move back to its original position, a thick sleepsack was then produced. The rubber itself looked to be at least ½ inch thick. It also looked slightly smaller than the slave. This was a neck entry sleep sack and four arms reached out and forced the rubber open enough to allow the slave to be put into it. As the legs were lifted up to be put into the sack, an arm sprayed glue all over the legs. These were then quickly put into the sack and seated in place before the glue set. The wires to the cock and ball sheath were then stretched out so that the wires went up along the side of the slave. A tube then was extended from the end of the sheath. This was pulled through a small hole in the sleepsack and was tucked away in a small pocket. The cock and balls were then sprayed with glue. The ass as well as the mid section of the body was all sprayed with glue and the sack was pulled up.
Around the ass, there were small metal bars in the rubber that would force the ass checks apart. The arms moved the bars around into proper position before the glue began to set. These bars were set in the rubber with a space bar at each end that would keep the ass open for use at any time.
The rest of the body was quickly sprayed with glue and the sleepsack was pulled up to the neck. A thick hood was then produced. A spacer was placed around the neck making the neck the same size as the chin. This was glued into place and then glue was sprayed all over the head. The hood was then pulled over the head. There was a slotted place inside the hood for the nose. There were two holes for the nostrils and an opening that wrapped around the ring gag. The arms connected two tubes to the nostrils for breathing purposes as well as chemical introduction when needed. The wires from the cock and balls as well as the rest of the suit came out the back where the hood and the sleepsack connected.
This suit was totally self contained. The suit had electrodes all over so that it would create muscle stimulation all over the slave. Also the butt plug was a massager that would always keep the slave horny. The cock and ball sheath would slowly milk the slave as long as it was scheduled to.
The arms then went back into the ceiling. There laid a perfectly mummified slave on the table. All it looked like was a long cyndrilical object with a ball shape appendage at the end. The table then moved to the wall and it opened up. The table transferred the new mummified slave into the opening and returned to its original position.
The opening put the slave into the slave mummy facility. This is where all the slaves that were mummified were kept when not in use. The wires were plugged in and immediately a thick dildo gag moved into the mouth and began to fuck the mouth as the dildo began its work and the milking of the cock began its cycles.
Captain Atticus went back to bed for a few more hours. Turning the mummy slave over, he did another slow fuck in the ass. He wondered what the mummy slave was thinking, not knowing what was going on, where it was or who was fucking it. Then he smiled and proceeded to fuck the slave even harder.
As he turned over to sleep a bit more, he hit a button and heard moaning from under the desk. He always like to fall asleep to the desk slave moaning. It was very peaceful and relaxing in a way.
He was woken up to the sound of the intercom buzzing him. He reached over and clicked the button, “Yes.”
“Captain, this is the Dr. Will be ready to do the procedure in 15 minutes.”
“Thanks, will be down in a few minutes. Don’t start without me. Captain out.”
Captain Atticus got up and stepped into the shower to wash off his rubber suit. The water felt good over the suit. He quickly washed up and pressed a button, immediately a slave in red rubber suit stepped out and began to dry him off. Then the slave polished the Captain’s suit to a high shine.
Then the Captain strolled out of his cabin and down the corridor toward the lift to head to sickbay. As he walked through the corridor, he thought about Guard 99 and what lay ahead for him. He cursed at the senior officers for not watching what was going on more. He made a mental note that those in charge would also be punished.
He strode into sickbay and saw slave 297 strapped down to a table. He noticed that the special butt plug was installed from the table. Also a pump was installed on the slave’s cock. An IV tube ran into the slave’s arm with a solution going in. There were several syringes on a tray next to the table. There were slight moans coming out of the slave.
“Dr., you may begin the procedure. “ Captain Atticus said.
“Thank you Sir. Will begin by putting in the first compound. This will cause the slave to become intensely horny. At the same time the pump will begin to milk the slave.”
The Dr. put the first syringe into the IV tube and pushed the contents in. Almost immediately, the slave began to really moan. The pump began to milk the slave’s cock. The slave tried to writhe on the table but couldn’t move due to the straps holding it down. The slave was left like that for 20 minutes so that the full effect of the drug would take effect. By the end of the 20 minutes, the slave was constantly moaning and drool was coming out of its mouth.
The Dr. then took the next syringe and put it into the IV tube. “This will cause all the nerve endings to become super sensitive throughout the body. This is the start of the sensory overload.”
Over the next 20 minutes, the slave began to thrash against the bonds because of the intensity of the pump. The Dr. then turned on the electrical connections in the suit the slave was wearing and the slave went wild. Suddenly the pump started sucking large amounts of cum out of the slave. The butt plug then sprung to life, electro fucking the slave. The slave screamed through the gag as the nerve endings went into sensory overload.
“It is now time for the final syringe. This will cause the brain to overload and will cause the slave to go into one huge orgasm that will cause an embolism in the brain, effectively killing it.”
The Dr. put the drug into the IV and watched as the slave went into severe thrashing motions on the table. Suddenly the slave grunted and screamed really loud then feel silent. Heart monitors in the suit registered that the slave had died during the intense orgasm.
The Dr. then went over to the pump and turned it off. He then checked how much cum was pumped out of the slave.
He smiled and turned to the Captain, “We got a cup of cum from the slave total. That is what the initial drug that was put into him prior to starting did. If this works out, we will be able to produce ample amounts of cum from anyone on the ship.”
“Very good, keep up the research and keep me informed.” With that Captain Atticus walked out and headed to the bridge. He stopped by the intercom and made an announcement.
“Security, take the officers in charge of Guard 99 to Punishment Room 1. Standard procedure. That is all.”
With that, a flourish of action happened as a squad leader, platoon leader and commander were scooped up and hauled to Punishment Room 1.
As the Captain walked onto the bridge, he looked around. All the crew there were running at peak efficiency.
“Scanners, is there any small ships in the area?”
“Not at the moment Captain.”
“Fine, let me know when a ship is in range. We need to fill out our compliment soon.”
“Yes Sir.”
With that, Captain Atticus walked back to his quarters to read some reports and to work on a few other items as well as to get the raging hard on that he had worked on. Nothing like slaves waiting to serve!
Chapter Eleven
Captain Atticus sat at his desk while the slave worked on his cock thinking about the appropriate punishment for the officers. Then he smiled and thought of the perfect punishment.
“Captain to Punisher”
“Yes Captain?”
“The officers brought down will have the following punishment, they will spend the next 90 days in chastity. A punishment butt plug will be put in at pain level 6, they are also to receive 100 lashes with the whip. Then have them return to duty.”
“Yes Captain” the Punisher said.
The Punisher turned to the three officers and smiled. As they each hung on a open frame, they grimaced. They knew that they had screwed up by not double checking what had gone on. Plus their punishment would show the rest of the guards that anything can happen.
The Punisher pulled out 3 chastity devices and began installing one on each officer. It was designed so that any sign of an erection, a heavy shock to the balls would happen that would cause them to double over in pain. He set the timer to automatically fall off after 90 days. One of the ship’s robots would retrieve them and return them to the Punishment Room.
Then each officer was fitted with a punishment plug, these plugs were special. They would deliver a series of shocks all day long. As a person got used to it, the computer would increase the intensity of the shocks.
Then it was time for 100 lashes apiece. The standard was to issue them in 10 lash intervals at 30 minutes apart. In 6 hours they could report back to their duties.
Meanwhile, Captain Atticus decided to go visit Cs #4 and to see how its training was progressing. As he walked into Training Room #1, he saw Cs #4 on the rack slowly being stretched out and taught to take serious pain.
“Release #4 and hang it upside down on the floating rod,” he ordered.
The guards removed #4 and repositioned it to the floating rod. Really all it was, was a pole attached to a hoist that allowed a person to be lifted off the floor totally. They put on hanging ankle restraints and had #4 lay down and attached it to the rod. Then the hoist lifted it off the floor. The guards then put wrist restraints on and attached them to the floor so that #4 looked like an X.
Captain Atticus walked around #4 and inspected it. He noticed that there was still good muscle definition. He made a mental note that #4 was to be put on a heavy weight lifting regime to improve the muscle tone and to prevent any loss.
He then took a steel ball stretcher and attached it to #4’s nuts and attached it to the rod, pulling the nuts as far as possible from the body. #4 gasped slightly at the heavy pull but kept it frame of mind intact as the programming instructed it to.
Captain Atticus then attached nipple clamps to each nipple. These clamps were computer controlled, once the computer noticed that the pain level dropped in the nipples, it would then increase the pressure that the clamps were exerting on the nipples. “Really nasty devices,” Captain Atticus thought to himself.
He then took a heavy flogger and began to flog #4 all over. Each stroke was harder and harder. Soon #4 was grunting and moaning to the lashes. It writhed in bliss as the strokes got harder. It’s cock became fully erect. Captain Atticus smiled as he saw that. That meant that the programming was working.
Captain Atticus then gave 10 hard lashes to the front and the back each. By the time he was done, #4 had an erection that anyone would be proud of.
“Leave it hanging there and attach a milking machine. Set it for 15 cum loads. Once completed, put it in the box to rest and do more programming, “ he said as he walked away. “Turn the plug on full too till the programming is over.”
The guards nodded in acknowledgement and began the prep work to attach the milking machine and adjust the butt plug. #4 relaxed to the milking machine as it began to suck all the cum out of it.
By the time #4 had cum 8 times, it was really worn out and the machine just kept going. Nothing was stopping it. #4 moaned and grunted as the machine did its task. The plug wasn’t helping any either. It just kept fucking the ass without fail, not giving any respite to #4. Several hours had passed since it had been hung upside down and it looked forward to being let down.
Finally it came the 15th time. The guards let it down and led it over to the long box. It was strapped down once again in the box. The goggles and headphones were put onto #4 and the box closed. Flashes of light started as well as strange sounds coming out of the headphones. It fell into a trance, following the new instructions it was being given.
Chapter 12
With the addition of XS-1 to the crew, many were looking at the new addition to the crew with interest. There were even some rumors that the rest of the crew would be getting a similar look to XS-1. Though with no official announcement, there was only speculation going on among the crew.
Captain Atticus walked into the medical center and looked around for the Dr. They had such a good relationship and both had equally sick and twisted minds. Then he spotted the Dr and he strode over to talk with him.
“Lets go into your office Dr.” Captain Atticus said.
They walked into the office and the door slide close. The Dr sat down at his desk and pulled out two glasses and poured two glasses of bourbon. Handing one to Captain Atticus and taking the one for himself, he turned his attention to the Captain.
“As you know, we have a new soldier on board, how have the tests been going with this new soldier and are the nanites exactly as we ordered?” asked Captain Atticus.
“Yes they are as we ordered, though I have had to do some minor reprogramming of the nanites over the last few days so that they are acting in response to which you want. I suggest that we take a few of the soldiers that we have now and inject them with some of the nanites and see how they respond with the current programming. It would seem best to just add the nanites to our current setup with the new additions to the crew. What we can do is leave them hanging on the wall for an additional day or two so that all the nanites can be put into their system” the Dr replied.
“What is the strength difference in comparison to the the soldiers?”
“The difference is significant, almost a 50% increase in strength with the nanites. With accelerated muscle growth, we can concentrate the nanites on growth rather than turning the skin in to rubber.”
“Are we going to need to suit up the new recruit in a standard suit?”
“Not at the moment, he has so many nanites running through his system that they will keep control of the body as well as the skin. We would use a smaller dosage on our current soldiers than was used on him. I suggest we keep him in an experimental stage so that we can do programming changes and such on him before testing them out on our current soldiers that are battle tested.”
“Sounds good Dr., I think you have a good plan in place. What soldiers were you planning on testing it on?”
“Well, I was thinking about taking the next 5 soldiers that have their yearly physical coming up and using them as the test subjects for the nanites. This would be kept quiet until we could work all the issues out.”
“Sounds good Dr. Go ahead with your plans. When is the first one going to be arriving?”
“In less than 5 minutes, would you like to watch?”
“Sounds good Dr. Lets get out into the office and you can show me how these things work.”
They walked out of the office and into the medical bay. There was very few people in there as few were ever sick enough to be there, usually only injured soldiers or slaves were brought in.
The doors opened and a soldier walked in.
“Welcome Guard 253, please step up to the table and put your arms and legs into the restraints, we are doing a few additional tests this year during your physical.”
The guard laid down on the table and put his arms and legs into the restraints. Metal clamps closed on the wrists and ankles. Straps clamped down automatically over the chest, upper arms, head, thighs and stomach holding the guard into a tight position.
The Dr. walked over to the soldier and pulled a small tray over to the table and began to clean the arm a bit while looking for a vein. With the suit, it was a bit more difficult to find a place but with the computer’s help a vein was quickly found and a needle was put in. Then the Dr. attached a IV to the needle and began a steady drip.
The guard started to moan as the nanites ran into his body, then suddenly he screamed out loud as the connection to the nerves started to happen. His body became taut on the table as the straps tightened to hold him down. There was no let up in the intensity of the pain and tightness of the straps.
“What will we do with the ones that don’t adapt to the nanites?” asked Captain Atticus.
“Well, I still need test subjects for my ecstacy drug. WE can always give them an overdose of that again. At least it should be interesting with the nanites increasing the nerve reaction to stimuli.”
“Sounds good Dr. Keep me informed as to the situation. Take it one subject at a time. We might want to look at weeding out the weaker of the personnel on board with this treatment.”
“I will keep you informed Sir and come up with a plan of action.”
On the table the guard was going through great pain all over his body as the nanites were added into his system. All he knew was that his body was on fire and there seemed to be no stopping it. Screaming didn’t help and the pain kept up even after the voice was hoarse. Even his cock and balls in his cod piece was on fire. It was if his whole body was being consumed but without the real fire.
Chapter 13
Captain Atticus wandered out of the medical bay and decided that it was time to head to his private dungeon for some fun with his pride and joy #4. It had been a while and he had not had much time to do some serious fun with his slave.
As he walked into his private dungeon, there was #4 all stretched out between two bars, hanging in mid air with restraints on the ankles and wrists. Just perfect for a nice flogging session.
Captain Atticus had developed a new flogger, each tip was an electrode so that an electrical charge would be carried through to the back of the slave. What many of the slaves and guards didn’t know was the rubber suits that they wore had conductors throughout the suit so that it was easy to pass an electrical charge from the outside through to the inside.
He picked up the new flogger and turned the electro portion of the flogger on, sparks flew out a bit as the ends made contact with each other. A sound of electrical discharge filled the air slowly. He began to swing and hit the back of #4, electrical contacts were made and #4 began to moan. He smiled knowing that in a few, #4 would be screaming as he turned up the electrical charge in the handle.
A steady pattern of 10 lashes at one level and then a step up. Of course there were 25 levels, each one changing the dynamic of the charge. It could go from pleasure to pain in a matter of moments. But Captain Atticus wanted to see how far #4 could go before he had to stop. The computer would keep watch over #4’s life signs and would warn when they got to a high risk level. So the safety protection was there.
He began to increase the stroke of the flogger, making sure that he made direct contact to the back every 2 or 3 swings, setting no pattern so that there was no way that #4 could anticipate when the next stroke would hit.
After he had gotten up to level 10, the moans become short intakes of breath as they hit the back. It was refreshing to hear someone try to take as much as possible. As they moved toward level 15, the breath turned into soft ughs as the intensity increased. By the time he had gotten to level 20, screams were starting to emit from the #4’s mouth. The computer showed that #4 was adapting well to the strokes but had an increase in #4’s heart rate and breathing just had to be monitored so that there was no damage done to his property.
By level 22, the screams were getting louder and the heart rate as well as breathing was getting rapid. There was no escape for #4 since the restraints were magnetically sealed so there was no way that he could get out without the code. The computer monitored how much slack there was and would increase or decrease the amount as needed. The more stress on the system, then it would provide slack only to the limit that the stress decreased then it would immediately take out the slack and increase the stretching pressure.
By the time Captain Atticus got to level 24, the computer warned that they were at the tolerance level and needed to stop. He was impressed that #4 was able to take so much. With training he would be able to take it all the way up to level 25 for a good 50 strokes. Time was on his side and there was plenty of time for training.
Captain Atticus motioned to two of his guards and had them take down #4 from between the bars and move #4 to a table that was nearby. The electrical torture would continue only with a slight change. Restraints were put at the fingers, wrists, upper arms, chest, stomach, thighs, calves, ankles and neck. The head was put into a harness that forced it to be in one position with no movement allowed and a lcd screen over it showing slaves in various bondage and torture positions.
An electro butt plug was inserted and started into its self fucking routine. #4 moaned as the pleasure of the butt plug hit his prostate and began to cause him to get erect. Two needles were produced and each one put into #4’s nuts. This was the pain portion of the test. Short electrical bursts would be sent to each nut, totally random as to if they would be pleasureable or painful. All the time the cycle would be building up to an orgasm. This was all designed for the first orgasm to be quick and then the slow buildup to hours long torture of additional orgasms. This was a rare treat that Captain Atticus was giving #4 as cumming by slaves was not allowed very often. It was usually about once a year that each slave was allowed to cum. And that was through a special milking machine that was set up near the slave quarters.
Slowly, #4 was brought to the brink of cumming, then taken back a bit, then the intensity would increase, slowly bringing #4 into sheer hell of needing to cum but not being able to as the electrical connections in the balls would stop that with a short but powerful jolt. Finally #4 was allowed to cum, #4’s cock gushed with cum being forced out of the nuts by both the needles and the butt plug. Then the slow build up began again, only this time the computer would force a quick cumming then into a slow cumming. This was repeated in various cycles for a while. #4 had a long night ahead for it. There was going to be no rest for the tortured.
Chapter 14
“Slave 623, report to room 40 on deck 3” the loudspeaker blared.
Very few people knew what was in that room. Infact the room was only used rarely and it was a very select few slaves that were allowed in there. For the slave had to prove that they were not only an excellent fuck but also a sucker as well. This was no easy task as there were so many cocks in so many sizes on the ship. Yet this slave had proven that it could take any size cock in either end and successfully do its job without any problems.
Now rewards are rare to come by as a slave, so this was something special. Though the other slaves had no idea what was about to happen, all they knew is that occasionally a slave disappeared and never came back. Nor did they know how they were chosen not that it made much difference to the slaves. Even with all the mind control and brainwashing, relationship still formed between slaves and crew members.
As slave 623 walked into the room, it noticed that all that was there was a long table. All other compartments must be hidden from view as it was not unusual to see on this ship.
A voice came from the intercom “Lay down on the table and remain there.”
Soon the door opened again and a couple of the special security detail personnel walked in. They walked around the table looking at the slave but not saying anything. One then walked over to a computer console that popped out of the wall and began typing things in.
Suddenly straps came out of the table and strapped the slave down tightly to the table. No movement could be had at all. Though the legs were individually strapped down unlike the chest and arms, suddenly the lower half of the table started to spread apart, spreading the legs in a spread eagle stance.
Arms came out of the ceiling and began to spray a gel around the cock, balls and ass. This spray cleaned the rubber and prepped it for glue. Another arm came out and pulled out the large plug in its ass. A new plug, strangely shaped was brought out and it was lubed up and insertion began. This plug was specially shaped. It had a sheath that lined the ass of the slave and the plug was removable from the sheath. Though only a select few knew how this was done.
The sheath was glued to the rubber suit of the slave, so that it would not come out of the ass at all. It went in a good 12 inches into the ass. The butt plug was at least that long and could be swapped out with longer or shorter plugs depending on the mood of those taking care of the slave.
A special sheath then came out, it was shaped like a cock and balls, only it was ridged and very thick. There were wires coming out of it. The sheath was then put on, first the balls were forced into the sac portion of it and then the cock was forced in. Grunts came from the slave as the pressure on the balls and the cock increased as this was done. The slave involuntarily started to get erect, but that was the purpose of it as the inside was coated with glue as well and the cock needed to be erect for it.
The gag was removed and a special sheath that went around gums was installed. Then a ratchet gag was installed and the mouth was forced open into its widest position. Protests came out of the mouth, though gurgled as they were since the slave couldn’t really do much. A ring gag then came out and it was forced into the mouth. With the mouth forced all the way open, there was very little space between the jaw and the ring. It was put in at an angle then it was forced into position by the arms that were working on it. The ratchet gag was then released and removed from the mouth. The straps to the ring gag were then glued to the hood going over the head and around the back of the head. This would ensure that the gag would never move out of place. Glue was placed onto the sheath under the tongue and was pressed down so that the tongue could only move a limited amount.
Once this was completed, all the straps were released. The slave looked bewildered as to what was going on but knew it was something different.
“Slave 623, because of your outstanding adaptability, you have been selected to be one of the few mummified slaves that the Captain makes use of. When your not in use, you will be put into storage that will be monitored very closely. Only the best slaves are picked for this duty. Yes, what has been done so far is uncomfortable, but adaptation is the name of the game. There is no additional programming to your mind that you will need” said one of the guards.
“Stand up and put your arms out straight.”
As slave 623 did that, arms came out of the ceiling and sprayed the whole body with the same gel as earlier. It slid off as it cleaned the rubber completely. Once that was completed, more arms came out with special mitts, that kept the fingers perfectly straight. These were glued onto the hands. These were also very thick and they went up to the forearms. Glue was then applied to the under arms and then arms forced to the side of the slave. Once the glue set, rubber filler strips were glued on and created a look that the arms and the chest were all one piece. The legs were also glued to each other and filler strips were also put in place making the legs look like one piece. The table then tilted and arms moved the slave back onto the table.
As the table move back to its original position, a thick sleepsack was then produced. The rubber itself looked to be at least ½ inch thick. It also looked slightly smaller than the slave. This was a neck entry sleep sack and four arms reached out and forced the rubber open enough to allow the slave to be put into it. As the legs were lifted up to be put into the sack, an arm sprayed glue all over the legs. These were then quickly put into the sack and seated in place before the glue set. The wires to the cock and ball sheath were then stretched out so that the wires went up along the side of the slave. A tube then was extended from the end of the sheath. This was pulled through a small hole in the sleepsack and was tucked away in a small pocket. The cock and balls were then sprayed with glue. The ass as well as the mid section of the body was all sprayed with glue and the sack was pulled up.
Around the ass, there were small metal bars in the rubber that would force the ass checks apart. The arms moved the bars around into proper position before the glue began to set. These bars were set in the rubber with a space bar at each end that would keep the ass open for use at any time.
The rest of the body was quickly sprayed with glue and the sleepsack was pulled up to the neck. A thick hood was then produced. A spacer was placed around the neck making the neck the same size as the chin. This was glued into place and then glue was sprayed all over the head. The hood was then pulled over the head. There was a slotted place inside the hood for the nose. There were two holes for the nostrils and an opening that wrapped around the ring gag. The arms connected two tubes to the nostrils for breathing purposes as well as chemical introduction when needed. The wires from the cock and balls as well as the rest of the suit came out the back where the hood and the sleepsack connected.
This suit was totally self contained. The suit had electrodes all over so that it would create muscle stimulation all over the slave. Also the butt plug was a massager that would always keep the slave horny. The cock and ball sheath would slowly milk the slave as long as it was scheduled to.
The arms then went back into the ceiling. There laid a perfectly mummified slave on the table. All it looked like was a long cyndrilical object with a ball shape appendage at the end. The table then moved to the wall and it opened up. The table transferred the new mummified slave into the opening and returned to its original position.
The opening put the slave into the slave mummy facility. This is where all the slaves that were mummified were kept when not in use. The wires were plugged in and immediately a thick dildo gag moved into the mouth and began to fuck the mouth as the dildo began its work and the milking of the cock began its cycles.