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First Published: 22 April 2016

First Practical Test
by Isabella

Story Code: M+/F, Slavery, N/C, Pain, Violence, Sci-Fi, Interspecies

Okay, I know I'm in the shit, I've done everything I'm supposed to do, I've set all instruments to energy saving, set life support to minimum and turned my emergency locater beacon on. There's nothing more I can do but wait and see if anyone is close enough to pick up my beacon signal, well, there is one thing I can do, try and work out where I went wrong.

I'd been very frustrated during my first term as a cadet pilot, a whole year was spent in classrooms and to be honest, I couldn't see what I could learn in a classroom about flying a space ship! The closest I'd been to a flight in space was during vacation, all cadets had been sent to R-fifty for six weeks to let off steam, the drinks may have been alcohol substitute but they still got you almost as drunk as if they were made of the real thing and I guess that I'd spent the whole six weeks totally shitfaced in my hotel room.

I was looking over my flight plan, I couldn't even review my course because I was on energy saving mode. It took me ages to realise that I had made a stupid mistake! I'd been so eager to get my first solo flight under my belt that I hadn't really bothered to follow my training. Instead of planning my course, working out distance and fuel calculations, I'd been so desperate to be the first one out, a flying start and hopefully be the first cadet back to port that I took a massive shortcut. Fill the fuel tanks to the brim, head out for the first checkpoint and then calculate the next heading on route!'

It took me twenty hours to reach the first checkpoint, my scanners didn't show any other ships anywhere near me but as my computer exchanged information with the beacon at checkpoint one my screens told me that I was the last pilot to check in. I'd calculated my course to checkpoint two and set off at full speed once again, I'd spotted that my fuel display showed that I'd used a quarter of my fuel supply so I started to look ahead. Checkpoint two would take eighteen hours to reach and my calculation showed that I would have used almost a half of my fuel load at my current burn rate. 'There just has to be a re-fuelling ship somewhere between checkpoint's two and three or no one would finish the exercise!

I'd thought at the academy when I saw everyone else sitting at desks studying charts, calculating distances and routing, 'Why bother? We didn't have to worry about fuel costs, we weren't told that there was a profit or loss element to our flight, just leave the academy hanger and head for Delta-ten on the outer edge of our galaxy. Our teacher hadn't even set a timing element to our flight, the only additional stipulation to our first flight was that we'd be crossing empty space, there would be no chance of refuelling during the flight. My plan was to fill the fuel tanks to the brim and head out first; no one could have more fuel than me because my tanks were totally full. Apart from arriving at Delta-ten with unused fuel still in my tanks, what could possibly go wrong?'

I'd set the autopilot, thirty hours without sleep was about my limit and there would be ten hours of absolutely nothing between me and checkpoint two. I set my sleep pod to nine hours so that I'd have an hour to make any course corrections necessary before I reached the next checkpoint.

When I woke I checked my fuel remaining, only fifty percent left. I made a slight course correction so that I'd approach the checkpoint on the correct side. My tactical computer told me I was now twenty hours behind the rest of my class. That had to be impossible, we'd all travelled the same distance in ships that were exactly the same in every detail, I'd left first and had been flying at full power, how could I be twenty hours behind my classmates after forty-eight hours? There was absolutely no way that I could possibly be flying at a half the speed of everyone else.

I'd passed checkpoint four when I finally ran out of fuel, I'd slowed down, using one quarter power and started my distress beacon as well as my long range scanners, I was looking for anything that could help me, even a space beacon would have a power cell that I could use to extend my life support after my fuel ran out and I couldn't recharge my power cells any more from my main engines.

My ship was in total darkness, I couldn't run any of my display screens and the only light source that I could use without shortening my life was my pocket inspection lamp. I started to look through my notes from my first year in flight school and it dawned on me, 'slingshot!'

We were taught about slingshots in aviation history classes. Back in the early days of interplanetary flight, the pioneers didn't have access to crystalline fuels and displacement engines for thrust, the only way that they could cover the great distances in a reasonable time they would use the gravitational effect of passing close to one planet that might be way off of their intended course to throw them at greater speed in the direction they wanted to go.

If I'd taken the time to do my speed, distance and fuel calculations I would have realised that one small training ship couldn't possibly carry all of the fuel I'd need to travel all the way out to Delta-ten using simple powered flight. I'm not certain that I would have been able to work out how to use nearby planets to increase my speed using the slingshot method though. I was about to close my books and go to sleep to conserve my oxygen when I spotted a note in my text book, 'Even though the practice of using planetary gravitational support to extend distance and increase speed hasn't been practiced for several hundred years all navi-coms are still programmed to provide slingshot course information for use in fuel emergencies!'

I had a little difficulty reaching my sleep pod because gravity plating took energy and so was turned off so I had to 'Swim' through the ship using surfaces to pull my weightless body through the ship. I'd set the pod for ten hours, my gauges told me I had just fifteen hours of normal oxygen use left, I'd wake in ten hours and I'd expect to see quite a bit more than five hours of oxygen left because of sleeping.

"Emergency wake procedures activated, hull breach detected, pilot must get into environment suit as soon as possible!"

The message was repeating over and over again, red flashing lights and claxons were sounding out. As I dragged my body from my sleep pod my only thought was that all the bloody electronics running was eating into my life support time. I slipped into the back of my EV suit and hit the close control just as a metal jaw sliced through the side of my ship. My gauges said I still had breathable air inside my ship but it had a higher proportion of Nitrogen than ship's air. The jaw twisted and tore a wider hole in my ship and I saw outside, I wasn't in space anymore; I seemed to be inside a room or another ship and I could see creatures moving about in the area beyond the ship.

I knew the twenty different species that made up our Galactic Alliance but the creatures outside my ship didn't come from one of the twenty planets. I moved and was spotted, the jaw was repositioned to grab me and drag me out of my ship. I was held, five meters from my ship while four of the creatures came over to study me. My intergalactic translator was active but I still couldn't understand what the creatures were saying.

One of the creatures removed its safety helmet and sniffed at the outside of my EV suit, the face of the creature looked like a species from old Earth, in our history books the creature would have been classified as Feline, some humans domesticated smaller breeds of the species for some reason, the history books were unclear, the Feline called cat was either a vermin hunter or a sentinel, attacking trespassers but history was unclear.

Sharp claws were tearing at my EV suit ripping through it as if it were processed starch rather than fibre-metal designed to withstand the ravages of space. One of the Felines climbed inside my ship and yanked the memory core out of my ship. I watched the core being slotted into the alien ships control console as the Feline interested in me was ripping the lower part of my suit away from the top. There was a small explosion as the air tank on my back ruptured shaking my body in the metal jaw. My uniform was torn in two and my lower body was exposed and the Feline suddenly showed a lot of interest in my lower body.

"Female! She's a mixture, fifteen percent Terran, fifty-five percent Deltan and the rest is too muddied to make out. Don't damage her, the captain wants to use her, he's never mated with a Deltan or a Terran and he's claiming salvage rights on her!"

Their ship had analysed the memory core from my ship and their own translation device had updated itself with my language parameters.

"If this one is a Deltan then we must be in Confederation space and they don't recognise our right to salvage, we should get out of here before we're spotted!"

"The Deltan was adrift, no power and almost no air, it could have drifted into free-space, there are no beacons to warn us that we're in Confederation space."

I felt the ship swing, they had no inertial dampers and very weak grav-plating, I felt the alien ship accelerate, I had no idea what direction we were flying in, space is weird that way, outside of the ship there is no real horizon, no way of knowing what way was up and in my own ship, which the Felines had now stopped stripping of any value to watch me being stripped naked, I could perform a spinning roll and wouldn't feel any of the movement because of the dampers.

The salvage ship increased in speed, I guessed that they were heading back into free-space, the interior of the ship was vibrating like crazy causing the Feline undressing me to nick the skin around my breasts as it shredded my bra. A door opened and a huge ginger Feline entered, the workers that had been watching me being stripped naked suddenly burst into activity and started working on my ship again, the pincers that were still holding me around the waist were needed to bite chunks of metal from my ship so I was dropped onto the floor and the mechanical jaw put back to work, dismantling on my ship.

The ginger cat turned out to be the captain of the scavenger ship; he flexed the claws out of his hands, the captain's claws were longer and sharper than the worker who had just stripped me by tearing my clothes to shreds.

I felt uncomfortable being naked with so many others around, all of my life nudity had been actively discouraged, the captain was naked too, as I looked around I realised that the creatures stripping my ship down were only wearing coverings over their fronts, their thick protective clothing had no backs so each of the Feline worker's tails were free to move about. Mind you, the captain being naked didn't really matter as his body was totally covered in thick, ginger, hair.

I was pushed towards the door that the captain had arrived through, the smell in the hanger that my ship was being dismantles in was very oily, once the door closed behind me the smell in the air changed, it was difficult to describe the smell but everywhere was covered with clumps of hair that seemed to fall off of the naked Felines that were moving around the rest of the ship. The only Felines that seemed to cover their bodies were the workers in the salvage hanger. The Felines in Terran history books were all quadrupeds, the evolved Feline crew of the alien ship were all bipeds, apart from the positioning of their ears, the shape of their eyes, the thick fleece of soft hair and the razor sharp claws that retracted into their short stubby fingers they could be Deltan, Terran or any of the eighteen other species that made up the Alliance.

I was pushed through long passageways, through the bridge area and on to the ships recreational area, I'd seen about thirty Felines in my journey through the ship but there were more in the recreational area, some were sleeping, some were playing games and others were sharpening their claws, the noise stopped as soon as the Felines smelled me enter the area, even the sleeping Felines woke up rubbing their noses.

The captain poured out thick liquid into two bowls and offered one to me, as I drank the protein drink the captain smiled at me, "So my pet, what do they call you?"

"V1ct0r14!"

"I'll call you Victoria, have you mated yet Victoria?"

I must have looked very confused at his question, "Is the translator working properly?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I've never heard the word mating before I came on your ship."

The captain checked an info-pad, "Well, according to our information, mating is used by all member nations of your Alliance. What do you call what your mother and father did to produce you?"

That question was even more shocking to me, the thought that two beings did something to produce me, "I was grown on a farm, the Alliance tells the farm how many pilots, soldiers, scientists that they need and the farm sets up the production line and grows enough units to cover government needs."

"Really, that sounds unusual, how many pilots were grown in your production run?"

"Twenty."

"And tell me, do all twenty pilots look exactly the same as you?"

"Yes..." I gestured to my body, "...they all look like this, their hair might be a different colour and their faces aren't exactly the same."

"Those differences come from the sexual reproduction process, if you were really cloned and grown in a factory you would all look exactly the same, same hair colour and identical faces."

He scanned through his info-pad and found a film of two Terran's mating and showed it to me, then he showed me a film of two Felines mating, "I'm going to do that to you, your vagina's in a slightly different place to our females but I'll just have to work out how to line my cock up with you. I'm really glad that you have Terran genitals and not Deltan, Deltan's don't have vagina's and cocks, when Deltan's mate with other Deltan's the male produces sperm which collects around their genital vents in preparation and when they meet a female they simply have to press their vent against the female's vent, just a coital kiss and it's all over, no pleasure given or received."

"Why is the Feline female screeching and screaming?"

"Because the male's cock is barbed..." The captain flicked a few controls on his info-pad and he brought up two pictures side by side, a Terran and a Feline male with their cocks erect, the Terran's cock was fatter than the Feline's cock but the Feline's cock was longer, the helmet at the end of the Feline's cock was also longer than the Terran's cockhead but looked similar, then the captain moved the picture on one frame. Fifty or sixty barbs suddenly protruded out of the Feline's glans like the claws on the Feline's hands and then a thin milky ejaculate flooded down over the barbs, after a few seconds the barbs retracted slowly.

"At the point the male ejaculates the barbs extend, it prevents the male from withdrawing from the female and the pain inflicted inside the female induces the release of her eggs, the greater the pain, the more eggs can be released. Our females can have three litters a year, so my mates will probably have had nine litters each by the time I get back to my home planet after this contract expires."

The crew members in the recreational area were all gathering around a metal table and looking in our direction expectantly. "My crew is eager to see how a part Terran handles being fucked by a Feline and of course they are looking to get tips from me to enhance their pleasure when they have their turn fucking you."

I was shocked; it obviously showed on my face because the captain smiled at me, "Didn't they include sex education in your training, in your early life at school or in your first year of pilot training?"

I shook my head, "I've never heard the word sex before."

"How did you deal with males that you came across during your early life?"

"There were no males of any species in the factory where I was grown. All one thousand units in the factory were exactly like me or the equivalent to me from one of the other Alliance worlds. Our mentors were all androids and they taught us while ever we were awake and when they turned us off to sleep they still patrolled our dormitories to ensure that our sleep pods were functioning correctly. Even when they transferred me to the flight academy I was placed in my sleep pod and taken to the academy in my sleep pod and turned back on once I was in my new dormitory on the space station."

"So your mentors kept you under observation as you grew up, what about free time or recreational time?"

"We were taken to the classroom, to learn academic subjects, by our mentors, after classroom lessons our mentors took us to our dorm to learn non-academic subjects and when we weren't learning we were turned off in our sleep pods."

Two Felines looked very unimpressed that the captain and I were talking, they checked the time and had to leave the recreation room, they passed the crew members that they were replacing in the doorway and then a large group of felines walked through the door. I recognised the face of one of the group; he was the one that ripped my EV suit off with his claws. He walked over to the captain, "We've deconstructed the Deltan ship, wiped all of information from the memory modules and removed the military markings from the power cells. If we're challenged by an Alliance ship they'll find nothing apart from her to link us with the missing training ship."

The captain lifted his head, "Number one, reduce speed to economic mode and scan for salvage, let me know if you find us anything, I have the salvage team with me and the female in the recreation room. I'm going to mate with her now and I'll mate her again in two hours, then I'll replace you on the bridge for your turn at her, make up a crew roster, every member of the crew can have thirty minutes with the female but give her ninety minutes to recover between mating."

The second captain acknowledged the captain's instruction, "What duty cycle shall I set for her sir?"

"Victoria, how long can you remain awake between sleep cycles?"

"About thirty units."

"Number one, set her up for a full Deltan day, thirty units at work and twelve units sleep. Doctor, can you hear me?"

"Yes captain!"

"Our salvage is used to Deltan sleep pods; do you have any suitable compounds that will turn her off for her twelve hour sleep cycle?"

"I'll look into it captain, I took a download from her ship's memory module, I have all the ships medical data stored, I should be able to make something up."

"Doctor, I'm going to allow the crew to use her for recreational sex, I'm not sure if our barbed cocks will damage her, I don't think she's as tough inside as our females, she may need something to help her to keep working."

"She'll get used to it captain, just like our mates do after she's gone through a few crew cycles, I'm sure that after two hundred or so mating cycles she'll toughen up a little."

The captain smiled at me, "Well Victoria, I guess that you're about to learn all about Feline sex, if I were on my home world with one of my mates all I would have to do is stand behind her, she would position her body for me to mate with her, I have no idea how I'm going to get in you, your vaginal sheath is far closer to your front than a Feline's vagina."

He rubbed his left hand over his lower belly, as he smoothed the thick fur on his abdomen down two fur covered spheres came into view, he rubbed them and the area just above them, a small sheath popped into view and he concentrated on rubbing that area, a black tip started to emerge from his sheath, his cock had started to grow and was showing out of the end of his sheath. He made a grab for me, pulled me to my feet and turned me so that my back was to him, he bit the nape of my neck, long needle like teeth clamped down, piercing my skin and causing me to cry out in pain. The crew gathered around the steel table began slamming their hands down on the table surface making loud drumming sounds as well as whooping, screeching and calling out obscenities at me.

I felt the captain's cock rubbing around my bottom, I knew from the video he had shown me that his target was my liquid waste disposal chute or as he called it my vagina or cunt but as he prodded his cock against my lower body it was finding my solid waste chute instead. Fortunately he realised just how far off target he was. I had my hands on the table, my arms straight, holding my upper body upright but slightly inclined forward. In frustration the captain pressed down with his mouth, forcing my breasts down onto the metal tabletop and suddenly he found his target and his cock slipped into my cunt.

The first thrusts were painful, causing me to wince in pain and his crew to bang the table again. As his cock grew longer and fatter it entered my body further and the pain left my body and then I had five minutes of pleasure. I became breathless as wave after wave of pleasure built up inside my body. I started to lose control of my muscles and because his mouth was gripping my neck his nose was right next to my ear and I could clearly hear that his breathing was changing, his breath falling shallower and faster, he hopped from his left leg to his right, his thrusting became more urgent and suddenly I felt a stabbing pain deep inside my body.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, he released my neck and began yowling up towards the ceiling. I could hear cheering coming from other areas of the ship and heavy metal objects being hit against the walls. As I screamed for the second time the recreation room erupted in noise, Feline crew members banging their fists, stamping their feet and howling in time with their captain.

I thought my ordeal was over but as I tried to escape from my captor I realised that the barbs in the head of his cock were sticking into the internal walls of my vagina, locking his cock into my cunt as his seed seeped out of his cockhead and into my body. There was quite a bit of blood seeping out of the bite on the back of my neck, he began to lick the blood up and once he had cleaned my neck up he raised his face to the ceiling again, "Doctor! The Alliance pilot's skin seems to be very weak, I caused her to bleed quite a lot while I held her in the mating position, I'm worried that she could bleed to death before everyone in the crew has taken their turn with her. Can you do anything to stop her bleeding so much?"

"We have to hold her with our teeth, it's all a part of our mating rituals, according to her medical records she's been on a diet of vegetable proteins all of her life, if I add meat portions into her food supplement her body may well produce more blood, that will help her to live longer, I could supplement her platelets, that would cause her blood to clot faster so she wouldn't lose quite so much blood."

"We'll, hold the platelet treatment in reserve doctor, drinking her blood is a great ending to mating with her..." His cock suddenly released its hold inside my vagina and slipped out, "...Doctor, I've released, can you come in and check out her cunt for me!"

"That was fast, I'll be right there."

The doctor flipped me over onto my back, he pulled my legs open as wide as they could go and he shined a light deep inside my body, "Not bad, not bad at all! I can see some little damage but very little blood, if I may make a suggestion captain, if you ordered your crew to remain engaged until after their barbs retract she'll survive a full cycle, service the entire crew so long as no one gets over excited and bites down too hard."

I was allowed to rest for one and a half units of time, around ninety minutes by Terran measurement, as I lay on a couch the captain played games of strength with various members of his crew and he was drinking more of the thick liquid that he gave me earlier but this time he was fortifying his drink with synthahol, a mind altering drug that was banned by the Alliance over one hundred years ago, Terra was the only planet that still had synthahol production plants because they used the liquid to power some of their historic surface vehicles.

After my rest period ended the captain pulled me from the couch and dragged me over to the table, forcing my face against the metal table top, the table was covered in spilt synthahol so it was cold, wet and smelly, he bent over my back again and took a grip of the back of my neck in his mouth, sinking his teeth into my flesh a little deeper this time. He hadn't bothered to prepare his cock this time and he was just rubbing it aimlessly between my two waste product vents. I could feel fur rubbing against my flesh but not his moist cock. After the third time that he almost hit my solid waste vent I adjusted my position to help him line his cock up with my cunt and within a second his cock started to grow and bury itself into my body.

There was no pain on entry this time, just the pleasure as he slid his cock in and out of my body. It took him longer to climax because his senses had been dulled by the drink but when he finally latched into my cunt and I cried out in pain his crew suddenly became animated, two of them actually bit my legs because they got so carried away and as the captain relaxed licking the blood leaking out of my shoulder the two that bit my legs were licking up the blood that they had drawn with their bites.

When the captain's cock finally slipped out of my cunt he raised his head to look up, "Number one, I'm on my way to the bridge, she'll be ready for you to fuck her in two units, you should grab some food while you can."

I was fucked by the captains assistant and after he finished I was fed and then I began a regular routine, I was fucked by fifteen crew members and then put to sleep for twelve hours, fucked by the next fifteen Felines in their assigned order, if a Feline had duties when it was his turn to fuck me the next on the roster took his place and as soon as he was free to fuck me he slotted back in the list. It took three and a half cycles to service all fifty crew and officers, I was allowed a full cycle to recuperate after servicing the last crewmember and then I had to service the captain twice more before starting off with the rest of the crew all over again.

The Feline crew mainly went about their task of scavenging free space for scrap metal, every screw, nut and bolt floating in orbit was scooped up, their contract was to spend three years in space scavenging whatever they could before returning to their home world, they could return earlier if their hoppers were full. I lost count of the number of times that I fucked each crew member but however many times it was I knew that I'd fucked the captain twice as often. I was salvage and the crew all shared the profits from whatever they salvaged with the captain taking twice as much profit as the rest of the crew.

As we were approaching their home planet there was a conference between the captain and his crew, the basic premise of the conference was what to do with me when they reached their dock. Would I stay with the ship for the next crew to use? Would I be sold on the open market? One crew member, the one who stood out in my mind as the most sadistic of the fifty Felines, the one that enjoyed causing me the most pain, the most blood loss so he could drink what he had spilt, his suggestion was that they all took one last turn each without giving me any recuperation time between fucks and then everyone draw lots for the right to kill me and eat my tender parts before the rest had a feeding frenzy on my bones...

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