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Victory Spoils

A continuation of my last story "Starfox: Prisoner of War. This story takes place after the events of Krystal's captivity, the promotion of former Lieutenant Asher into General, and Andrew's ownership of the now imprisoned Krystal.

(All characters belong to Nintendo)

"Ohhh, ugh, ahh..." Krystal moaned.

"Hnnf. Unnnhh! EMPH! Andrew grunted.

Andrew got themselves in an arch, pounding hard while Krystal moaned in both pleasure and shame. She tried to focus on what day it was, as she didn't have access to a calendar in the hold or in Andrew's room. She's torn between 110 days and 117, mainly because in the hold she had to count the seconds to figure out how many days she was in there, and she lost track with the first time in there, along with other times she fell asleep. At least when she was with Andrew, she had access to a window, the only upside to the continuous list of downsides as he entered into her constantly.

"ERRR...YEAH! I'm about to cum, slave-bitch. Can you feel my dick throbbing?" Andrew said over his grunts.

Krystal just stood there in silence. In the beginning, she would have made a crude insult, resulting in another shock. She's been shocked numerous times for her "disobedience" in Andrew, many of them due to her pride; to not let herself be dragged too down low. She needed to remember that she could make it. No matter how much her sanity is tested, she won't give in.

"Ahhhhh. Hoooweee! My dick is getting too sore," said Andrew exhausted. "I need a rest. Hard work fucking you and running an empire at the same time." For him to think he has it so hard irritated Krystal so much. His respect for woman is obviously low. "I'm so sorry I have to rest, bitch, but I'm beat. I'm sure Asher would like some fun with ya, though."

Krystal's eyes widened. She couldn't stand to deal with Asher any longer. Knowing him more has been the worst experience she could ever deal with. She didn't want it. She couldn't take it.

Andrew then re-shackled her and gagged her again. "Hey Asher!" he spoke through a microphone, "I can't please Krystal anymore. I'm just so tired. Would you like to satisfy her?" Krystal audibly, even loud enough for Asher to hear, whimpered in traumatizing fear at the thought.

"Heh heh heh. Well I'm glad you asked. I'd LOVE to have a moment with her. Thank you kindly, Mr. Oikonny," the general thanked through a speaker.

Krystal knew he was close by. As second in command, Asher and Andrew became best of friends, as Asher was granted a closer room and access to many of Andrew's leisure items, including Krystal.

He came in with a big grin and malevolence in his eyes. "Well, hows about some fun?" She inched closer away from him, but Andrew started to motion for his remote to shock her. "Come on, girl. Don't be shy. I'll make it an unforgettable experience." It made Krystal shudder to hear that, but Asher grabbed her and started to move out of Andrew's room to his.

Krystal was led to an area in his room, housing a lasso hanging over a frame. "Alright, bitch, move closer to the noose." Asher ordered. She began to tear up, but got closer.

Where Andrew used her to fuck, Asher used her to abuse. Apparently, Asher didn't see her as someone to release his lustful urges, but instead his need to see an opponent suffer. His only lust was towards the battlefield, and any enemy will find that death may be better than what he'll provide. Krystal was no exception of the torture, and every time he had her, it was something different.

Asher began to wrap the noose around her neck. Krystal was whimpering at this, tears streaming down her face. "Now, now. I won't kill you. If Andrew knew I killed you, he'd skin me alive."

Asher started to raise Krystal slowly. She moaned until she lost her footing, leaving her suspended. Krystal couldn't breathe at all and she began to kick, trying to push at something for air. Her eyes started to roll in the back of her head, and everything was going black. She began to get lightheaded and her legs started to twitch. Asher waited until she was unconscious, and then instantly let go of the rope, making a loud thud when she dropped to the floor.

Krystal took in a deep breath of air when she was finally released. Unusually, she came as well. She didn't realize it at first but then she understood that she must have experienced erotic asphyxiation. "UGH, why did it matter, he almost killed me!" she thought to herself. She continued to cry until a tug on the rope stood her up.

"Hey, bitch. Don't forget, we're not done yet," Asher maliciously reminded her. Krystal couldn't help but scream through her gag as she was raised once more.

After an hour and seven hangings later, Krystal was dragged to her hold. She could barely compose herself from the incident and she continued to shiver in great fear. A tear droplet fell on her nether lips and she jumped up screaming three times.

"Fmmmxx? Fmmmxx?! FMMMMMXXX!!!" Krystal couldn't help but scream out for Fox through her gag. She stood there sobbing uncontrollably until she cried herself to sleep.

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That morning, in Andrew's room, Krystal received her daily shot. It was meant to give her all the nutrients she needed to live without wasting money on her or making her overweight. Then she was given her water; a small bowl that resembled one for a pet. It didn't matter because she couldn't help but dip her head into the bowl and drink.

"Now what do you say, bitch?" Andrew taunted.

"Thanks," Krystal half-heartedly says.

"Thank you..."Andrew continued as if he wanted to hear one last thing. They've played this game before, but Krystal would never comply.

"Thank you, Oikonny." She knew what was coming next, but it didn't matter, she wasn't broken completely and she wanted to show Andrew.

But Andrew followed through Krystal's prediction. "WRONG!" Andrew yelled and he shocked her once more. Krystal screamed in agony and fell on her bowl, spilling her water. "It's been about a few months already, and you still haven't called me MASTER!!! Now get with it, because I'm sick of your defiance."

Krystal just sat up and went closer to him, waiting for him to take her and get it over with. "So shall we start with oral pleasure, Oikonny?" she said with some anger.

Andrew just dropped his pants and waved his erect cock. "Well?! It won't jizz just hanging there! Get sucking, and make sure you swallow all of it!" Krystal consumed his dick and started working her tongue all over it, making it really wet. "Oh yeah, bitch. This is your best talent; giving excellent head." Krystal liked she was able to get him off easier now that she knows all the places to lick. It was better to suck on his dick as her pussy could stay sore for days if Andrew fucked it enough.

"Mmmm...hmmm...mmmff..." Krystal moaned as she worked her tongue all around, from the urethra to his opening, massaging his scrotum as well. "Mmmhhmmm...mmmm..." She noticed making the faint moans turned him on as well; making him think that she's in deep heat from all of it, and even messaged her pussy to further the illusion. She also stared up at him and gave him lustful eyes. Teeth weren't favored by many men, but she knew how to gently rub her front teeth at the ridge of his cock. He was already throbbing at her skillful sucking.

Andrew finally came. It was such a big load that Krystal's mouth overflowed. She swallowed what she could and hoped that Andrew didn't notice the droplets of cum on the floor. "You dirty bitch!" Guess not. Andrew slapped Krystal in the face. "I told you to swallow all of it! Now lick it off the floor clean!"

"Yes, Oikonny," she continued with her defiance. While she was licking the cum off the floor, Andrew gave her another shock. "AAAHHHHH!!!" she screamed in pain.

"Dammit! It's Master you dumb slut! MASTER!" Andrew was furious, but instead of complying, Krystal just continued to lick the floor laying down, but not without giving him threatening glares. "So, you think you're in control, huh?" Andrew tested, and then motioned to his mic. Krystal froze up now. He must have thought she needed a lesson from Asher, and so she called for him.

"Yes, Mr. Oikonny?" asked Asher from the other end.

"I think Krystal needs some discipline. You can have her for now, but when you bring her back to the holding cell, keep her in there for about a month." Andrew furiously commanded.

"A month?" Krystal thought to herself. She probably wouldn't survive seven days without food or water if she was going to stay there for a month. And worse, Asher is probably going to put in some more time torturing her. Andrew then proceeded to lock her shackle again and gag her.

Asher finally came in, and Krystal was paralyzed with fear. "Well, it looks like someone needs to learn a few tricks." Asher stood her on her feet and led her to his room.

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Asher had a new contraption, but unusually looking harmless as all it seemed to do was suspend someone in the air. Krystal gave a small sigh of relief.

"Now, get in the middle of that thing so I can tie you up," said Asher. She cautioned for any tricks, but was able to get to the contraption unscathed. Asher first strapped her arms then her legs and raised her up.

But then, from the distance... "No, by the Gods, I beg you not that." She thought, but her fear was confirmed as Asher got it directly below her. It was a wooden horse; a wedge meant to torture the genitals as one sat upon it. It also sported a crudely made head of a horse and a cat-o-nine whip behind. Though just inches below it, Asher dropped her at freefall causing major pain to the inside of her entrance and her clit. "MMMMFF!!!" she screamed over her gag. Asher tied both of her legs to the sides so she wouldn't fall off. "Mmmff! Mmmmmmfff!" she continued to moan. The pain was horrible. She felt like she was splitting in two.

"Oh, come on! We just got started with this," Asher told Krystal. He then started to bump the end of the wooden horse, making Krystal moan more as it disturbed her pussy. She instantly got wet, but it had to have been to compensate for the pain she felt. Asher then removed the gag.

"Ahhh...please...take me off..." Krystal said through struggles.

"You should maybe learn to ride her a little more," Asher was getting more sadistic in his tone this time. "Now put some more effort into this." Asher gave it another bump.

"Aaaaiiiihhh! Don't do that again...please!" Krystal was in total agony.

Asher took the whip and gave her a whack at her ass. "Hey! Don't be screaming too loud! Just adjust yourself a little better." He gave her a few more whacks.

"Aahhh! Don't hit my ass again! I beg you!" Krystal cried.

"What did I say about yelling?!" Asher gave her several more whacks.

"EEEK!!! Krystal just couldn't help herself at that point.

"NO YELLING!!!" Asher gave her more on the ass and did the same onto her breasts as well.

"AAAEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" the pain was getting to Krystal, and she was barely fighting consciousness. "JUST GET ME OFF THIS DAMN THING, YOU FILTHY APE!!!"

"I'll keep whipping you, ya dumb bitch, if you keep up with the screaming!" He whipped her some more.

Krystal's head just went limp and she got disoriented. "No...more...I'm too...exhausted...This is...too much for............" Krystal then fell unconscious.

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Krystal was forced to walk to her hold. Every step was one painful attempt after another. When she got to her cell, she tried not to sit on her sore pussy, but Asher shoved her in, slamming her lips on the floor, forcing Krystal to give out a high yelp of pain.

"Well, enjoy your month in here," Asher mocked, then placed the gag in her mouth. Krystal just sat there, exhausted and in pain. Being bound, even while in such a cruel prison hold, was pointless. It seemed like they were showing no mercy towards her. It's astonishing how she was able to keep sane for this long. All that was about to change soon for her.

She had woken up from her deep sleep. She felt it to have been for a full night of sleep, but it was hard to figure without a clock. There was not much to do in the hold. By now, she'd have Asher walk her to Andrew's room. Now, she had to find something to pass the time. Besides, she hated to take Andrew inside of her.

In order to "entertain" herself, she counted the hair on her tail. It was hard without free hands, but she tried to make well enough. She was up to 153029 hairs. Though now reduced to counting her fur, Krystal was sane enough to know that this was depressing.

Six days. So far, Krystal felt fine, physically. Her right arm felt sore for some odd reason. It must have been because the door and the back wall were squeezing her a bit. She tried to adjust, but the only way to rest against the back wall was to stand up. It was ok, she needed the stretch. Krystal started to hum old folk songs from Cerinia. By the end of two days, she had gone through every single one, then fell asleep.

Onto week two. Krysal had happily stared at the wall. She awed at first, then she laughed, and afterwards sighed. Krystal was losing it at this point; now she was make believing she was talking to Fox. She got closer to the wall and acted as she was in Fox's arms.

In the middle of the third week, and the floor was wet with her juices. Back and forth her hips moved as if someone was fucking her. Well, in her mind, someone was fucking her; Fox.

Though she couldn't talk, she thought the dialogue towards her imaginary lover. "Oh yeah...Deep, Fox. Nice and deep," Krystal squealed in her head. "Treat me like a whore, Fox." She came so many times, a puddle was forming. Her arm was still feeling sore, but it only worsened her lunacy. Krystal, in her mind, was held by Fox firmly.

It was the last few days, and Kystal was balling. Her sore arm was the equivalent to water torture with droplets, and she started to slam her arm against the door to make the sensation go away. Obviously it didn't work, and made her more insane. She continuously moaned in fear until she fell asleep from the exhaustion.

"Rise and shine, bitch," Asher said as the door opened. Krystal didn't move. Asher went to check her pulse. "Well, seems like she's alright. Probably just sleeping." Asher grabbed the hose and sprayed it at her. She just fell to the ground. "That's odd. I wonder what's up with her." Asher was confused at her state. He picked her up and made his way into Andrew's room.

Asher dropped her to the ground, followed by a loud thud. Krystal was still limp. "So what's wrong with her?" Andrew asked in confusion.

"No idea," Asher responded just as perplexed as he was. "She's just probably lost it mentally. Maybe she's in a coma."

Andrew took a closer look to her face. Her eyes were barely open, but open nonetheless. "Take her gag off and unshackle her. Let's just hear it from the bitch's mouth." Asher proceeded to do as ordered. Krystal let out a faint sigh and no more. "Well, Krystal. Congratulations in surviving the month long imprisonment." He grabbed her and sat her on a chair. "All men who endured such a treatment were brain-dead by the end of the third week. I must say, I'm impressed that you'd be the first to live, and a woman to have lived after the fall of several men. I'm very impressed." Krystal could barely hear what he said. Her hearing made sounds muffled for some reason. Her vision was blurry, too, as well. Opening her eyes wider would let in more light, and thus would hurt her eyes.

"He took the hands first..." Krystal faintly said.

"Uh...ok." Asher was very perplexed, but was amused by this as well.

Andrew offered her a glass of water. Krystal took the cup and drank it. "Now, what do you say, slave?" Andrew said, interrupting her needed drink.

"Thank you..." Krystal responded in a trance.

"Thank you...what?" Andrew was eager to hear her say it. Krystal stopped and looked at Andrew in the eye, being able to finally see him face to face.

"Thank you, asshole."

Andrew didn't even bother with the remote to shock her. He wound up his arm and slapped her across the face as she drank her water. "DO YOU REMEMBER WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO, YOU FILTHY, DISGUSTING WHORE?! YOU'LL NEVER KNOW HOW GREAT YOU HAVE IT FOR NOW!" Andrew yelled like a crazed ape.

"Is there anyway I can be of service, Mr. Oikonny?" Asher offered.

Andrew began to compose himself. He sat at the foot of his bed across from Krystal. "Get me my little pussy cat, General," he calmly said to Asher. He then turned to Krystal. "Well, that's ok, Krystal. I was perfectly fine without you for one whole month, because I found a much better servant. An obedient servant who is much happier to pleasure me." Asher then came in with his servant, and it was a great surprise to Krystal.

"You need me, master?" It was Katt. The once proud outlaw was now in the service of Andrew.

"Pussy, please show Krystal how much you love to please me." Andrew ordered her.

"Oh yes master. Right away." And Katt ran up to Andrew, got on her knees and took his cock into her mouth. "Mmmm...Your slave loves how long your dick is, master. I can't wait for your hot tasty cum to run down my throat."

Krystal watched in horror as the once proud Katt Monroe, a valiant pilot that once challenged the forces of the evil Andross, now begging for Andrew's cock to be inserted into her.

"You see, Krystal, I already made arrangements to replace you. She's a great replacement, though she doesn't match you in many skills...one sec." Andrew then interrupted himself. He gave a hard smack across Katt's face, "Dammit, your tongue is like sandpaper! Get your mouth wetter, now!"

"Oh, sorry master. I promise I won't have my awful dry mouth hurt you again, master!" Katt was very apologetic for her dissatisfactory shortcoming.

"Well, as I was saying," Andrew continued, "since I don't need you anymore, I'll pass you along to the General." A large grin grew on Asher's face, same as fear grew onto Krystal's face.

"N-Nooo...mmmmmfff!" Krystal screamed just before Asher put the ballgag in her mouth and shackled her up. He then moved her into his room.

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Asher sat her down on a chair and left her to get something in his room. Krystal could only imagine what kind of device he'll use next. She cried in horror as she already imagined how painful this session would be.

Asher came back; Krystal cringed in fear and tightly shut her eyes. Asher threw her a cloak, two diamond-shaped pieces of Velcro, what looked like to be a wrap-around bracelet with a hole at the end, and a collar.

"What's all this?" Krystal asked in confusion.

"Hurry it up and put that stuff on. I'm selling you in a slave auction," Asher had revealed to her.

A slave auction? Krystal didn't get it at first because she expected him to mutilate her now that Andrew didn't care for her anymore, but now she understood; Asher was selling her as a sex slave to profit. Why though besides keeping her wasn't entirely obvious.

"Um, first off, why is that?" Krystal couldn't help but ask.

"I got you appraised one time while you were asleep in the hold. You're worth 500,000 credits, about double your normal girl. You understand what that means?" Asher wasn't expecting her to answer, so he continued. "It means I'd rather have the latest armory against Cornerian forces than to have you as some living sex toy or whatever Andrew thinks I'd have you for."

"I figured you didn't..." Krystal stated, even though her attitude seemed like she was offended that Asher didn't want to fuck her.

"You're a prisoner of war, that's all, and I don't like it when my enemies think the worse that will happen to them is if I kill them." Asher was an unusual person to Krystal. Though she understood, she wondered what made him different than other men. "Now what did I say about putting that stuff on?"

Krystal looked at all of the items. She got the collar and the cloak on, and placed the bracelet around her arm, but she didn't know what to do with the Velcro.

"Are you stupid?! The C-string covers your cunt and your tailhole!" Asher's impatience grew as much as Krystal's surprise.

"What? C-string?" Krystal didn't get it. Asher decided to take over; he slid her tail through the hole of the C-string and used the Velcro to cover her nipples. "Huh?! This is degrading."

"This is marketing. The only rules to this auction are that you need to cover up your nipples, vagina, and tailhole. The collar on you is required for merchandise." Asher explained. She still didn't like it, but at least she could cover up with the cloak.

Asher then removed her cuffs. "That collar is your new leash, now." He told Krystal. She didn't like how things were turning out, but it could be better than what's going on now.

"I...I don't know what to say," she openly admitted.

"You've gotten used to this sex slave stuff," said Asher. "I just hope whoever you get is worse than me." Krystal didn't think it could be worse, but now she felt a little anxious about it now. Asher grabbed an actual leash, put it on her collar, and guided her to his ship. "I'm expecting 1,000,000 or more. If that doesn't happen, I'll come after you again, and this time the torture may kill you in the process."

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Krystal was given to the manager of the slave auction. Asher just watched as she got into the building. The auctioning board was similar to a fashion show, only the walkway was just seven meters from the exit, and the stage along with the room was circular with tinted windows around the room to hide the identity of the bidders. Krystal was standing in the middle now.

"We have saved the best for last; Krystal, the last Cerinian female who was a former member of the Starfox team," stated the announcer. "Krystal, remove the cloak so that we may begin auctioning." Krystal complied; she sported the strapless bikini top from earlier along with the C-string, but most importantly, the collar that restricted her of her freedom. "Bidding will begin at 350,000 credits."

This was Krystal's cue. She was told she needed to surpass 1,000,000, so she needed to put on a good show.

She began to dance provocatively, first moving her hips, feeling through the C-string and messaging her loins.

"400,000" the announcer declared. "425,000" She continued to dance more, now emphasizing her breasts; rubbing them and squeezing them together. "550,000" That high of a jump made her continue with her breasts, as she raised one to her tongue to lick it. "625,000". Now she started to finger her mouth, showing everyone how well she could perform fellatio. "700,000" She then got on all fours and started again with her loins again. "775,000" Now she was rolling into her back and went into the arch position, still messaging, leaking love juices through her C-string. "850,000" Almost there. She secretly hated this, but it could be worse. She knew what Asher was capable of. "875,000" Krystal became desperate and started to moan. "950,000" She was running out of ideas at this point. "950,000 going once, twice..." No, she needed to pull something...she came. She started to shudder in ecstasy at her touchings and her orgasm. "1,050,000" That was more than enough, and she just lied there, still messaging her pussy for her own satisfaction.

"SOLD!" It was over. Krystal then stood up to see who the winning bidder was.

"Oh Gods, no..." to her disgust, it was a familiar face.

"Hur hur hah! What a nice performance, girly. I'll make you scream real good when I take you home!"

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