As miserable as she felt, she was used to discomfort. The countless fights she'd been in, the terrible conditions of the places she'd lived, yes she could take this too. The hours dragged on as her mind drifted here and there, reflecting upon the past and trying to reconstruct what had happened.

Sheila remembered that time years ago when she broke off four nails in the arm of a guy from New York who just happened to give her a bit too much shit. Fighting just came naturally to her. Fighting and dancing - flip sides of the same coin. By the time she was twenty-four she had naturally gravitated toward jobs requiring physical dexterity and prowess. One of her favorites gigs had been that of bouncer at the famous Club Olympus. The aerial coupling between herself and architect David Collier in the rafters of the club was still the talk of the tabloids three years later. She did her share of celebrities and, well... anyone else she wanted. Her reputation for fighting and fucking was legendary, and being both dancer and bouncer gave her plenty of opportunity to do both.

How she ended up here on Caldron was a miracle considering her lack of standing with the military. Most mercenaries seemed to gravitate to one government organization or another given the training, tools, and opportunities they provided. But Sheila never could quite deal with either the authority or lack of flexibility standard to those organizations. She found herself drifting from one opportunity to another - all of them seeming to focus on getting the ‘right result' and not worrying so much about how she got the job done.

She probably never would have found her way to Caldron. It, after all, was the military's job to insure the safety of earthlings on other planets. But it was no secret that something here was different and things were going badly. The Breen, though usually not overly aggressive, were for some reason terrorizing the population of Caldron. It was almost as if some sort of evil existed here. Not only were earth citizens being victimized, but the native Caldronians were pleading for help from anywhere they could get it.

So here she lay bound and naked on a concrete floor having been enticed by a lucrative contract to work for the UMF (Unified Military Forces). If it had only been screaming rather than laughter she might have suspected the trap. A bunch of girls playing in a storage locker. She only knew they shouldn't be in there. But when she went in to chase them out she clearly remembered the slam of the door and the lights going out. She could vaguely remember the soft hiss. Then darkness. Sheila drifted back to sleep.

As her senses slowly returned, Sheila concluded that she'd never felt this bad in her entire life. Still groggy from whatever it was that had put her out, she took inventory of her situation. She was totally naked except for the stiletto heels. She tried to kick them off until she figured out that they were locked on by chains running around the instep and attached to ankle bands. It had been awhile since she had worn heels and she seldom fought in them, but she did note that they would make a hell of a weapon if she could ever get a decent shot in. That wasn't likely to happen any time soon as she realized that she couldn't move. She was encased in, of all things, the bolt fastened steel restraint that was standard issue for the UMF. Now that she was awake and fighting the device, her muscles started to ache and she was rapidly accumulating abrasions as she struggled to orient herself. Judging from the bruises on her wrists and ankles, she had been transported to her present location while wearing the damn thing. Looking around it didn't take much effort to describe where she was either - a concrete floor in an abandoned warehouse. From the telltale scraps of material lying all over the floor it looked like it had been here that her clothes had been cut to shreds. Her combat boots had been removed and replaced with the afore mentioned heels. A ball gag was strapped in her mouth, once again probably inserted at the time of her capture. At first her mouth felt dry, but she was starting to drool and a trickle of saliva began to run out the side of her mouth.

She had only been in bondage a few times before - mostly training scenarios. And of course there was that one boyfriend back on Altair 9 - he was good - real good. (His rope work wasn't bad either.) But then that was another story.

Steel shackles were another matter. She wasn't about to get out of this on her own. All she could do was wait.

Eventually several Breen came in, silently removed her from the steel brace and forced her into a massive wooden yoke. Normally she could have taken several of them if they'd given her even the slightest opportunity, but they were extremely cautions with her (unfortunately they weren't stupid). They never removed any portion of a restraint without first making sure a new one was in place and fastened to an immovable object. They left her sitting naked on the floor.

She waited for them to leave before she got up. In addition to the yoke they had fastened on to her chains that connected her ankles. They allowed only moderate movement, but at least she could stand. Locked into the high heels, it took several tries and a lot of balance but she finally managed to get to her feet. She knew she had to explore her captive home eventually. This new arrangement of restraint probably sprang from the Breen's sadistic sense of humor. Sitting on the floor had been difficult, especially naked. But now that she was standing, the weight of the yoke was becoming unbearable. She hesitated to sit down again because it was so hard to stand up while yoked and chained with heels on. Bastards.

Over the next two days the Breen changed her bondage several times, she guessed so that they could feel her up while they did it. Try as she might she couldn't gain the slightest advantage over her captors. Due to their extreme caution, changing positions always took a long time. She was always encased in a yoke or stiff brace so that she could not move freely. The Breen handled her roughly every time they changed her position. She had no idea why the process required them to put their fingers in her cunt, and she would have asked were it not for the ever present gag in her mouth.

The thick wooden yoke not only prevented any useful movement of her hands and arms, but also made her top heavy - effectively disrupting her balance and greatly reducing her fighting abilities. Sometimes they placed a spreader bar between her knees to further hamper her movements. Her neck hurt like hell from lying in the yoke.

They kept the ball gag in her mouth although she didn't know why. She had nothing to say and wasn't the type of girl to scream even if she could. Her jaw hurt. Perhaps that was why it was there.

Two days had passed since her capture and all she'd seen were the Breen guards who delighted in tormenting her. Midway through the third day she received some new visitors. The Breen species was was mostly man, but part beast. It repulsed her, but Sheila wasn't afraid of it. She'd even killed nineteen of them since she'd arrived, giving her the highest kill ratio of any soldier on the planet. She had an uneasy feeling it was going to be payback time.

An old acquaintance accompanied her captors. She really hated Zardorf, the damned turncoat. They probably hired him to translate for them. Of course now that she thought it over, maybe he'd volunteered for the gig since she'd kicked his ass so many times in the past. Sheila didn't need a translator to tell her what was going to happen to her, but her captors appeared to enjoy outlining even the most minute details to her.

She somehow knew she was going to get fucked. That was pretty much standard procedure in battles conducted on the new frontier. Fortunately it had never happened to her. Hell, luck had nothing to do with it. She was better than most, hell all, of her opponents - till now. But this was the first time she had been so totally blind sided. No one had ever captured her and bound her in steel before. She had a feeling her time was due. The Breen approached, but this was no time to loose it - keep her mind focused and see if she could think her way out of this one.

She was still wearing the heavy yoke and knee spreader when two of the Breen kicked her from behind forcing her to her knees. Pain shot upward through her body as her knee caps smashed into the concrete floor. After shaking it off, she figured she made a pretty inviting target in this position and watched several Breen approach her. They removed the ball gag from her mouth and she guessed they had something else in mind. The Breen closest to her unzipped his pants and she knew she was right.

Training (with several ex-boyfriends) had taught her that it was better to take it in than to choke on it - especially bound as she was, so she prepared herself for the worst. Plus she figured if she spilled any they would probably make her lick it off the floor. It was far worse than she imagined! The cock being thrust into her mouth appeared to be human, but it was surprisingly cold. It felt like a marble shaft being poked and twisted inside her mouth. She thought for the longest time that his cold cock would finally be withdrawn without depositing its semen inside her, but after more poking it began to swell and quiver as his cold shaft sucked heat from her warm mouth. A cool but gradually warming liquid started filling her mouth, slowly increasing in volume as his now pulsating tool continued to pump ejaculate down her throat. Sheila recoiled - trying fiercely to disengage her mouth from the spewing shaft. Her hands twisted and pulled against the wood of the stock, but she only succeeded in sending pangs of pain through her shoulders. Her powerful predator grasped her hair with knurled fingers and pulled her head into his body - keeping his tool deeply buried within her warm mouth. For the first time Sheila appreciated the wooden yoke she was wearing as she knew she would likely slice herself open if she were still wearing the steel one that she had been delivered in. She continued her violent but ineffective efforts to wrench her head from the spewing hose lodged in her mouth.

Sheila never realized how truly vile it could be. This was nothing like the human men she had sucked off. As the last of the gooey mass flowed down her throat Zardorf explained that the Breen had a special interest in her. She had really pissed them off. Normally they were content to deep throat and fuck their enemies - with a few ass reamings throw in in for good measure. But in her case they had something special planned. As a hated and unwanted guest who had been particularly effective in spoiling their plans to colonize this poor planet they wanted to make sure that her every orifice could experience the delight of ingesting their reproductive fluids.

She had to admit to herself that this was starting to sound a bit scary.

As the Breen removed his spent cock from her mouth Sheila alternately gasped and swallowed, trying to rid her mouth of the foul syrup. Simultaneously several Breen picked her up and slammed her against the wall as they first locked iron rings around her neck and wrists and then removed the yoke. One of the Breen forced her jaw open as a second rammed a large ball gag into her mouth. It was about the same size as the one she wore for Roger during their role playing games. What made it different of course were the straps that were now being tighten around her neck, jaw, and head making it impossible to expel the gag. Since she couldn't say a damn thing she was somewhat surprised that tape was now applied over the ball gag to completely seal her mouth. Zardorf provided clarity. "Sheila, the Breen want you inhale the vaporized essence of their reproductive organs. Yes it seems that this is a bit unusual even for them, and it took a bit of ingenuity to work out the details, but you should be delighted that they went through the trouble for you."

Sheila was revolted even before the breathing apparatus was brought near her, and she only wished she could pass out from the stench. The yellow vapors swirled around her nose and head in an eerie and menacing whirl. She made the awful mistake of trying to hold her breath. It was a mistake because when she finally did desperately need the oxygen and gasped for air, it was accompanied by a particularly dense cloud of vaporized Breen cum. For several minutes her eyes watered and she choked as the horrible reaction wore off and she tried to re-moderate her breathing. The Breen took displeasure in her ability to minimize the breaths she took and gleefully took turns jabbing her in the stomach and sides causing her to once again inhale larger quantities of their revolting vapors.

After what seemed like hours but in reality was probably 30 minutes, they left her alone. Still chained and gagged, but finally able to breathe the musty but much more pure air of her dungeon surroundings.

Hours passed before they returned. Sheila stood there chained to the wall, knees spread wearing only the torturous stiletto heels. Her whole body ached as they approached. Still gagged they took her down. Two Breen buckled her knees from behind and forced her to the floor. A large cast iron collar was affixed around her neck. It was so large that bolts rather than locks were used to keep it in place. She made a mental note to look for a wrench. The joke of it all made her feel better. It turned out that the collar was a good sign. It meant feeding time. She would have expected no less than to have to eat like a dog, and was relieved that they planned to feed her at all. Perhaps they didn't plan to kill her - today anyway. She relished the thought of being able to maintain her strength and wondered in fact why they were being so stupid.

Zardorf once again appeared as if on cue half way though her meal to enlighten her. "Be sure to eat it all Sheila. Keep up your strength. You see the Breen plan to keep you as their fuck toy and they have several regiments looking forward to poking their cocks into the former bane of their existence."

That didn't help. Sheila didn't mind being a fuck toy all that much, but perhaps Zardorf was fucking with her mind. Was he secretly hoping she'd refuse to eat? Was the food poisoned? What? Her training told her the food was OK. There were none of the indications that she'd been taught to detect poisoning. So she decided to finish it all. Slowly though - she wasn't looking forward to whatever they had in store for her next.

Sheila was really confused by her next ordeal until the time consuming preparations were nearly concluded. As careful as they were to keep her constantly overpowered and bound it took them over an hour to bind her inverted to the massive wooden pole. She was especially perplexed by the gallery of official looking spectators and the camera crew. It was as she watched the inverted images of hundreds of Breen bystanders ejaculating into the bucket when it dawned on her. But she was only partially right. Even as the breathing tube was inserted in her mouth and the container holding the vile material brought closer it was unclear as to why they were going through all this trouble. They raised the container and her head was immersed in the liquid cum of the Breen. Apparently a speaker system was built into the container. So this is how they would assault her ears. The first sounds transmitted through the slimy goo to her submerged head was the anthem of the Unified Military Forces, followed by the anthems of each member nation and world individually.

Her eyes were shut so tight and the music was so loud that she was only peripherally aware that she was simultaneously suffering other degradations. It was only later, after being forced to watch and listen to her recorded ordeal that she learned she had been the centerpiece of a massive propaganda event. Breen officials had contributed their sperm to the vessel in which her head had been immersed. And as the anthem for each country opposing the Breen occupation was played, their respective flag had been planted in her cunt, set afire, and the flaming shreds allowed to cascade onto her naked body. As they played the event over and over for her, they took great pleasure in reminding her that any playing of a UMF anthem would vividly bring back to mind her participation in the ceremony.

Having had her mouth, nose and ears so brutally assaulted, Sheila suspected the Breen had plans for the body orifices they had not yet touched. Sheila was of course correct. The next day her attendants once again meticulously prepared her for the next invasion of her body. Tied as she was it wasn't difficult to figure out which hole was to be assaulted today.

The Breen's cold hard lubricated tool slipped in quite readily she thought as she felt the rest of his body press up against hers. She'd always liked anal sex and a concerned thought flitted through her mind that maybe her ass wasn't tight enough anymore. "That's it Sheila" she said to herself, "lets keep this clinical and it will all be over with soon." Unfortunately that was her last rational thought. As the Breen's hands grabbed her pelvis and pulled her into himself, thoughts of revulsion rose within her until they cascaded like a waterfall through her consciousness. "Get off of me you pencil dick" she sneered at her attacker using the most eviscerating tone she could muster. Garbled by the ball gag, the verbal attack went totally unnoticed and the Breen completed his insertion. Using his right arm to encircle her lower body he pulled her in tight. At the same time he used his left hand to force her head down, bending her in half like a jack knife. This action pulled her shackled hands up behind her awkwardly, twisting her elbows in the process.

She could feel him inside her, that cool hard prick sitting there like a steel dildo shoved up her ass. She waited, expecting him to do ...... something. Then it started. The coolness left, and as the Breen's member swelled to ‘normal' size it grew to a nice tight force fit - a sensation she was not entirely unfamiliar with. But unlike any ass fucking she had received in the past the Breen's member continued to expand as it warmed, radiating waves of pain - no make that excruciating pain - through her body as her sphincter muscles lost their battle with the Breen's prick. She let out shrieks that surprised even herself as those present heard sounds that had never before left her mouth. She couldn't tell whether the drops of moisture splashing on the floor below were her tears or sweat oozing out of her pours. She was not detached at all as she watched her own knees stiffen and felt her calf muscles stretch in furtive efforts to lessen the pain of the Breen tool lodged in her rectum. She focused in frustration at the steel spreader bar still separating her ankles and preventing her from delivering the spike of her high heel into her attackers leg. Given her body's reaction to the searing pain she was not certain she could have delivered the blow anyway.

Sheila loved to fuck, although she didn't get as much as she liked. She'd never realized this until she had entered her mid twenties - when it suddenly dawned on her that she was good at it. Really good at it. But she'd never done it in this position before. And after the horrible ass fucking she had received yesterday she had no idea what to expect. She was scared - a rare state of mind for her.

The Breen had chosen to save her reproductive hole till last. Sheila didn't know why and didn't care. But she hoped it was out of some sort of psychological sense of order or terror. She called upon all her inner resources and prayed that it wouldn't be more painful than yesterday's ordeal.

For most women just the setup would be excruciating. She was suspended by her wrists from a hoist in the ceiling and her legs were spread in a horizontal split. The leather attachments were tight on her ankles and pulled her legs with such force that she thought she was about to be torn apart. (God! She hoped that wasn't their plan!)

But Sheila was in extremely good shape and had put herself in this pose many a time in the past whether in the gym, the dance hall or a good fight. But never during sex. So as the winch slowly lowered her onto the waiting cock of the Breen warrior she had no experience to guide her. (Well she certainly knew what was cumming - she just didn't know how it would effect her.)

Given the small initial diameter of the Breen cock, the insertion was relatively easy. But by now she realized that as his tool sucked up her warmth it would expand. It did. As it grew and grew it was more like being fisted than fucked, but from her perspective not an unpleasant sensation. After his swelling stopped and he was locked into her vagina one of the other Breen started cranking on the hoist pulling her upward in the process. Her fucker smirked with delight as she pulled up on his cock, nearly lifting him off the floor as she was cranked upward. This episode could hardly be described as torture for either of them - although she was certainly not going to reveal that fact to them.

About a week after her capture the Breen allowed Zardorf to do her in all three holes. As bad as it was to be poked in every orifice by an alien race, it was worse with Zardorf. With Zardorf it was sexual. The warmth of his human cock in her mouth, her cunt, even her ass - the way he moved and responded inside her. It was sexual - even she recognized it - and that somehow made it worse.

After he had finished with her he stood in front of her. She hoped that the look on his face wasn't pride - although it made no difference - he was a dead man anyway. "Sheila, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that starting tomorrow your daily routine may tend to become a bit boring. As creative a people as the Breen are, and as agile a girl as you are, I'm sure you will experience many new sexual positions in the days to come. But considering the number of Breen forces on this planet alone I'm sure many of them will become quite repetitive. I hope you can satisfy your competitive nature with the notion that practice makes perfect, and as such you may become the most practiced sex slave in the universe.

"I'll add it to my resume", Sheila thought to herself. But she knew that eventually an opportunity would present itself - and she would seize it. As she watched Zardorf stride out the door she felt another set of manacles click into place around her ankles. It was time for her position to be changed - again.

Two more days passed before Zardorf returned. "Ah Sheila, I have the misfortune of telling you that the Breen plans for you have changed. You see, it seems that rumors abound that you had killed yourself rather than suffer through the indignity and torture of being a Breen fuck toy."

We all know how much you were looking forward to fucking the entire Breen army, but it seems they feel that your comrades would much prefer to see you strung up naked atop the Carmine precipice. Not only would you make a spectacular attraction, but they are sure that the good will provided by their mercy and caring in not allowing you to die will lead toward greater trust and understanding in our relations here. The fact that their star warrior was so easily beaten, captured, fucked and tortured is not lost on them either. You will be receiving a few new bruises to emphasize the last point. So shall we get to it? I regret that I can not stay for the show as I have duties to perform elsewhere. But should we ever meet again please remember my efforts toward keeping you alive, and please accept my compliments on being such a spectacular piece of ass.

Sheila knew he didn't want to be anywhere around her when she got loose.

They used good old fashioned rope to stretch her between the poles. Three Breen on each side pulled on each leg and arm rope. Sheila was stretched so tight she nearly came off the ground.

She had never received a flogging before.

The whip marks would fade soon enough, and the welts would make life uncomfortable. The black and blue marks and other visual evidence of her beating would probably be around for a couple weeks. Odd, that's what she worried about the most. Zardorf had been right about that - it would demoralize the troops. But all thoughts other than pain left her mind as the single tail whip caught her directly on the left breast followed by another across her back, and another and another and another ........................

Finally it was over. The worst part of it all was that she knew it was a trap. Her people would come to rescue her - she hoped none would die in the ambush. As much as she hurt, as hot as it was, she hoped they waited till dark. Determined to get even - she waited.