Jacqui - Space Waif
Copyright© 2010 by Charm Brights
Chapter 23: 'Escape'
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 23: 'Escape' - Jacqui's life was hard as an orphan born in 2093. She went to a number of jobs which she mostly lost for petty theft, or refusing to co-operate with her boss. Along the way she learned to enjoy spanking. Eventually she ended up in jail with a three month sentence for petty theft
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Rape Coercion Blackmail Slavery Heterosexual Science Fiction Post Apocalypse Space BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Spanking Rough Humiliation Sadistic Torture Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Food Caution Violence Prostitution
The door to the building burst open and a minor whirlwind rushed in, throwing two of the youngsters against the walls hard enough to stun them. Jacqui caught sight of Peter as he grabbed the arm of the third and pushed it an impossible distance up his back. There was a sound like wood breaking and the boy screamed in agony.
One of the stunned pair had recovered enough to return to the fray, but Peter grabbed him by one wrist and swung him round like a catapult. Just as the young man was heading towards the door, Peter let go and the youngster's body flew through the door, only to be hit by the lads' aircar as the fourth one tore away, intent on saving his own skin.
Peter looked the three over and decided that they would cause no more trouble for the moment.
Scooping Jacqui up in his arms, he said, "You little fool. You've killed four men today and I hope Martha makes you pay for it."
Jacqui just stared uncomprehendingly at him as he dumped her unceremoniously in the New House of Joy's hovercar and drove her back 'home'. At the New House of Joy, Jacqui was still shaking and slightly in shock from the beating she had received from the four young men when Martha came into the Choosing Room, stark naked, and took her in her arms. Jacqui winced at her touch on the bruises on her shoulders.
Martha said to Alf, "Fetch Violetta. Don't stand there staring at my tits; it isn't the first time you've seen them and probably won't be the last, even if they aren't pretty any more."
Martha and Violetta took Jacqui off to her own room and calmed her down. Then they examined her bruises and could tell that she had been battered unmercifully; these were not the marks of a whip or a paddle, but were solid bruises made by fists or boots.
"What happened?" asked Martha.
"Two of them hurried me into their aircar when Peter and Alf were busy with the other two," sobbed Jacqui, "They said they wanted to fuck me, but you charged too much, and wouldn't allow gang-bangs anyway."
"You could have screamed and avoided all this, but no, you were drunk enough to let them," remarked Martha, "Getting drunk is punishable; you know that."
Jacqui rather tentatively admitted, "Y-yes, Madame."
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