The Pilot

Looking about the landscape, the wind whipping through her hair. She can see the jagged lines of the trenches below her, the occasional flash as shells hit the ground. Her and her squadron where patrolling, hoping to catch an air raid before they could hit the supply lines.

Seeing something in the distance behind the enemy lines, she pulls up sharply followed by her two wingmen striking through the clouds. She smiles as the clouds fall away feeling the freedom, hanging above the clouds as they ark further behind the lines using the momentum of the surge, slowly starting to fall as they head back towards the cloud layer.

Bursting forth from the clouds directly above the bomber formation, perfectly timed as she fires a blast into the lead bomber, the hull crumpling as the core is hit. Her wingmen fowling her lead diving between the ships blowing them apart as they start to scatter. Before she could even congratulate herself for the victory a beam zips past her barely missing as she dives to the side.

Countless light fighters zip and dive past, effectively ambushing the three fighters as they are forced to take evasive action. She pulls her craft upwards again blasting a fighter apart as she goes. Seeing her companions taken out by the quick attack moments before she is hit herself, her wing shearing off as she starts to plummet to the ground.

Thankfully she managed to keep hold of her crippled craft enough to crash-land, she groggily pulls herself from the wreck thanking that Immortals are more robust than others. She looks about, her heart pounding, realising she is far behind enemy lines and alone, before she can start to make an escape, a truck full of troopers disembarks clearly able to see her. Drawing her pistol and firing a few blind shots over the top of a low wall, sending to troops to cover. This was hardly going to be a glorious death, but after her body reforms she would be back in the air in no time.

The troops surround her position, constant shots pinging off of the hull of her crashed ship. Hunkering down, debating jumping over the barricade as a final act, as she debates this a stun grenade bounces over the wall. Unable to get to of the way before the blast rips through her, all her senses are overwhelmed, shaking her head free of the mist in time to see the troopers vaulting the wall. She raises her pistol, but her wrist is grabbed pulling the gun out of the way as others grab her. Quickly overpowered and forced face down to the ground, her hands are pulled behind her back and heavy shackles are clicked into place, her ankles pulled together and shackled too, as she tries to protest a large strapped blue ball is forced between her teeth pushing her jaw wide before it is strapped around her head, her legs are pulled up so her ankles meet her wrists and cuffed together.

Her struggling form is loaded into the back of a truck, the guards ignore her as she squirms on the floor. The truck starts off deeper into enemy territory, leaving the now captive Ace to contemplate her fate.

After hours, the truck finally stops, and she is bundled out of it like a package and brought into a building. She is quickly unshackled, hands holding her in place as her uniform is removed leaving her nude, complaining around the gag as she is helpless to stop them. Once stripped, they start to prepare her, she squeals as the cold water is tipped over her, roughly starting to wash the mud and blood from her body. Her hands and feet are shackled again as she shivers in the cold. After she is thoroughly dried down by the servants, she is forced into a black corset with a blue half skirt, laced tightly forcing her breasts up as she is put into thigh boots, trying to balance on the heels as she is shackled again. Her flowing hair tied back into a bun, finally a metal collar is slipped around her throat and padlocked in place, the servants happy with the outfit gesture for her to be taken away.

She is dragged before a woman, dressed all in black and forced to her knees, held in place by the guards as her gag is unbuckled and pulled from her mouth. Coughing and spluttering at the brief freedom she is given, her jaw is firmly grabbed by the woman and made to look her in the eyes. “I can see defiance in your eyes Immortal, I am not sure you understand your place as a war trophy”, she growls in defiance at the woman “Return my uniform and show me the respect as an Officer and prisoner of war”. The woman simply laughs, “You are a spoil of war ad will be presented to the Empress after your training as a gift to her bondage harem”, she gestures to the guards, they cut off her protests by pushing the blue ball into her mouth again securing it in place dragging her squirming from from the room.

She is brought to a cell, deep under the building, the guards start to prepare a hook on the ceiling of the cell, as she looks on in dread. She feels something cold pushing up against her anus, her eyes bulge as she feels it being forced inside of her, struggling as she feels it inside. The guards hold her in place as another one is similarly inserted into her vagina, grunting in protest as she is forced into the cell, not given time to worry about the plugs as she is hoisted by her legs upside down in the centre of the cell, she struggles as the guards leave her helpless , the door slides shut plunging her into darkness.

Hours pass, all she can do is sway and try to ignore the plugs, she can see nothing and the only sounds other then her are moans of other prisoners. She squirms in frustration, the plugs wriggling inside her. Her thoughts go to being free to fly through the clouds, unhindered as she did so, yet now all of that had been taken from her, no freedom in sight. In her long years as an Immortal she had never been in this situation, her chest rises and falls, the hopelessness of the situation evoking excitement, she moans around the gag unable to ignore the plugs, finding it hard to fight the feelings.

She looses all sense of time, permanently in darkness, constantly tormented by the plugs and the shackles tightly around her limbs, holding her in place. As she wriggles her mind wonders, why was this happening, did they want what she knew where they breaking her, she shivers feeling her mind cloud a little. Or was it her they wanted, her body, her submission, was it all a show of power, a pang of excitement flares up from unknown places, moaning as it slips through her mind.

They knew she was an Immortal, she could be here for years, or even longer. The thought was terrifying, but that feeling again, her mind clouds and excitement fills her. She grunts, and squirms knowing she would have to keep fighting, whatever it was they where trying to do to her. Trying to calm herself, breathing deeply the fog probing at her mind she starts to hear things. Moans or arousal are coming from nearby cells, her mind pictures others captives, bound and swaying helplessly. Her heart pounds as she can hear multiple moans, how many prisoners are there, are they her kinsfolk. Or her wingmen, subjected to the same torment, imprisoned and enslaved with her. The fog takes over, shows her excitement in their defeat, her aroused moans adding to the ensemble of slaves as she succumbs to it.

Eventually she is let down, weak and defeated, pulled from her cell, hopeless arousal deep in her. After being washed up she is brought to an elaborate room, full of helplessly bound individuals lounging and squirming. At the centre of the room is an impressive woman, powerful and sexual as she sits in her throne. Her collar is removed and a new one, made of silver and tightly fitting perfectly around her neck as it is locked in place, “Capitan Ioelena“, is inscribed into it, as it locks arousal washes over her already subjugated mind, keeping her in willing submission. She is then Brought before the woman, the once captain obediently kneels and bows her head, another slave for the Empress’s bondage harem, soon a trophy to be awarded to the victorious of the Empire.