The Adventures of Whirlwind

Warfare in the Thirtieth Century

Episode 1

The Ambush

Chapter 2 Aello’s Subjugation
Planet Papadatos, Galactic Rim, 2955

Eighteen-year-old Aello Mercuri, also known as the Whirlwind checked the sensors of her Ares. She had crouched the massive 100-ton killing machine behind a rock outcrop in anticipation of an enemy incursion. Moving down the road toward her were a dozen transports, escorted by four tanks and three medium mechs. These seemed like heavy odds, but Aello was confident of her ability. One of the rights of a victor in any battle was to claim one of the enemy mechs and exchange it for the machine the victor currently piloted. Aello’s victory at what was now called the Battle of Hell’s Gate had given her the right to upgrade to the heaviest of the thirtieth century war machines. The machine had been repaired and modified to her liking. She had practiced with the machine for a few weeks, familiarizing herself with its controls and she was now ready to take it out against a real enemy.

As was the case in her first battle, the resources of her clan were strained to the limit. The commanding general could only afford to send a single machine to intercept the invading enemy. He had chosen Aello, the Whirlwind, hoping for another miracle.

Her hiding place was located on a slope, enabling her to keep the enemy column under surveillance. Using her periscope she was able to see over the massive rock outcrop without being seen by the enemy. Three heavy tanks led the column; then came the twelve transports. Bringing up the rear was the last of the tanks. The three medium mechs flanked the column with two on the side closest to Aello’s hiding place and the other on the far side of the column.

Aello allowed half of the column to pass her; then she made her move. Raising the Ares to its full height she swung its twin particle beams toward the lead tank. She did not like tanks, their low silhouettes made them hard to hit and the larger models packed a powerful punch. These were 60-ton Leviathans and each one mounted a single rapid-firing fusion cannon capable of punching through a foot of titanium armor. Even the arachnisteel armor that encased the cockpit of her Ares could not take too many hits from such a weapon.

The trick in battle, of course, was to get hit as little as possible while making the most of the split second opportunities presented. To that end, the best mech pilots were highly adept at using the terrain, vegetation, or even other war machines to evade enemy fire. Aello was doing just that by using the rock outcrop as her hiding place. The 70-foot height of her machine made it possible for her to fire across the top of the outcrop while still keeping almost all of her machine out of sight.

As the particle beam weapons swung across the lead tank, Aello squeezed the trigger on the joystick. A stream of intensely charged subatomic particles struck the lead tank, vaporizing its armor instantly and simply blowing it apart. The entire column came to a complete halt. Aello had chosen the site of her ambush well. The column was passing through a narrow defle and the wrecked tank prevented any vehicle from proceeding farther.

Immediately, Aello returned the Ares to a crouching position. Having fired both particle beams, she now had to wait for a few seconds for them to recharge. It was serious disadvantage of that type of weapon, but it was compensated for by the fact that no armor in the galaxy could stand up to a direct hit.

The light on the weapons array changed from red to green. Aello stood the Ares up once more, at the same time stepping it several feet to one side. A fusillade of weapons fire of all types tore through the space where her mech had appeared the first time. For less than two seconds the Ares loomed over the outcrop, but it was enough for Aello; she squeezed off two shots. This time her particle beams took out the tank and one of the transports at the rear of the column. With blazing vehicles as both the front and rear of the column, the transports could neither advance nor retreat. However, the escort could.

The second tank in the column smashed the burning wreckage of the lead tank out of the way and started up the slope, training its fusion cannon on Aello’s hiding place. The other tank followed directly behind it. The three medium mechs used their superior maneuverability to head immediately up the slope, swinging wide with the intention of taking Aello in the flank.

Aello, however, did not wait to be trapped. Without waiting for her particle beams to recharge she tore out of her hiding place. Pushing the throttle as far forward as it would go she accelerated the 100-ton machine to its maximum speed of sixty kilometers per hour. She was still a pretty big target, but moving was far safer than sitting still. The only problem was that hitting an adversary while moving at full speed over broken ground was incredibly difficult. Very few mech pilots could master such a feat.

Aello, however, was one of the few. As the Ares burst from behind the outcrop she turned its torso, bringing her secondary armament to bear on the nearest enemy. In a smaller machine, the secondary armament was primarily a danger only to lightly armored vehicles, but the Ares mounted four parallel heavy lasers, two on either side of the front of the torso. Her fingers flew over the controls, changing to her secondary armament and firing all four lasers into the third Leviathan. Even as the heavy lasers tore the enemy tank apart, Aello was switching back to her recharged main armament. Almost without pause the particle beams took out the fourth and last tank.

Now there remained only the three medium mechs, but these were formidable opponents in their own right. Aello’s unexpected charge had caught two of the lighter machines out of position. In their attempt to outflank her they found themselves on the wrong side of the rock outcrop. This left her facing a single opponent. She drove straight for it, trusting her armor to save her. The single mech she faced was a 45-ton Griffin. It was fast and mounted twin fusion cannons on either side of the torso, and an array of autocannons just below the cockpit. The fusion cannons were not as powerful as those mounted by the heavier Leviathans, but they were quite capable of punching holes in the armor of Aello’s vehicle if they scored enough hits.

It was the fact that it would require several hits to bring her down that Aello was counting on, because in order to deliver those hits, the smaller Griffin would have to stand up to her fire, a prospect that most enemy pilots would find terrifying. As she bore down on the Griffin Aello got the expected result. The enemy pilot attempted to turn out of her line of fire. The maneuver proved fatal. Aello twisted the torso of her Ares and sent a wave of particle beams into the fleeing Griffin. The deadly beams left the smaller machine a blazing wreck.

Now there were but two enemy armored vehicles left. By this time they had circled the rock outcrop and were approaching Aello from behind. At this time, she played her trump card. Knowing that she did not have time to swing her mech around to face the enemy before the two Griffins opened up on her, she hit her jump jets. Normally machines the size of the Ares were not equipped with jets as they were simply too massive to lift, but Aello was not looking to get her machine far off the ground. She merely wanted to lift it far enough that she could spin the Ares in place so that its heavier frontal armor faced her remaining opponents. To this extent she had requested jump jets be added to her machine despite the questioning look of the mechanics.

The modification paid off. The huge machine reversed its direction almost instantly. Aello’s maneuver was just in time. She took four hits from the two Griffins’ fusion cannons, but the heavy arachnisteel armor absorbed the punishment. Even as the enemy beams struck her Aello was answering with her own much heavier weapons. The first Griffin went down to her particle beams and the second was torn apart by her heavy lasers.

Aello now turned her attention to the stranded transports. Incredibly she had destroyed seven enemy armored vehicles in less than a minute. Eleven transports remained untouched, but were helpless with the road blocked at each end of the column. The several hundred troops on board the transports did not wait for her to strike, but leaped from their vehicles and fled in all directions. A few soldiers, braver or more foolish than the rest, stopped to fire their hand held weapons in her direction. Most, however, fled for their lives.

The running infantry presented Aello with an overabundance of targets. Several hundred men scattered like ants before her. Turning on her tertiary armament she fired into the fleeing troops. The result was a slaughter. The Ares carried very effective antipersonnel weapons in the form of twin gattlings delivering 100 rounds a second. Within seconds the ground was littered with the corpses of slain enemy soldiers.

Aello showed no mercy. She had seen too many of her own clan killed by the ruthless enemy she was fighting, and in any case, she was poorly equipped to escort any prisoners twenty miles to her base. She kept on firing until there were no targets left. When she was finished over two hundred dead and dying enemy troops were left behind. Well satisfied with her success, Aello turned for home.

She did not get far before she noticed that the cockpit of the Ares was becoming uncomfortably hot. Quickly her eyes scanned her instrument panel. Sure enough, the red flashing lights indicated a problem with the Ares’ cooling system. In addition, some of her sensors were dead. Probably the hits she had taken from the Griffins’ fusion cannons had done more damage than she had supposed. The power plant of her vehicle seemed to be functioning well enough, but at the very least the air conditioning had been knocked out.

Aello touched a button, releasing the cockpit canopy. Outside the temperature was close to 35 degrees celsius, but it was still cooler than inside the overheated cockpit. Soon, Aello found herself sweating profusely. In her heavy pilot’s suit there was no way to cool off. She diverted her mech toward a nearby spring.

Aello had been over this ground many times. She had trained in the area and knew it intimately. She had often taken advantage of the placid pool of water that emanated from a tiny spring in the shade of a small canyon. The fact that it was an easy ten-minute march for her huge machine made the thought of a cool swim irresistible. She would have been less eager to escape the heat if she had only known that she was being followed.

Battalion Leader Alex Stavros had watched with horror and dismay as the single enemy machine had torn apart the expedition he had been a part of. What sort of demon was riding in the cockpit of the enemy Ares? And then the rampaging machine had torn into the ground troops. He had tried returning fire, but he may as well have been throwing stones for all the damage he did to the enemy machine. Within seconds his section had been decimated and his comrades were either dead or running for their lives. He had only managed to escape by feigning death. Even then he had almost been trampled when the 100-ton machine had thundered over him. Only a slight indentation in the ground prevented him from being squashed flat by one of the Ares’ immense four-toed feet. It was at that time that he took a daring gamble. Leaping to his feet he caught hold of one of the access rungs at the base of one of the huge machine’s feet; then he clung on for dear life.

It was quite a wild ride. Each stride the immense war machine took swept him through the air forty feet. Each time the huge foot slammed down the impact almost shook him loose. He held on with all the strength of his 46 years. It was a damned good thing that he had kept himself in shape during his years in the military.

It was only after Stavros had ridden for a few minutes that he realized that he had absolutely no plan of attack. What he intended to do when the Ares stopped moving had not occurred to him when he had made his impulsive move. It was most likely that the pilot of the machine would head back to his base and then he would be taken prisoner. It had made a stupid and impulsive move and it was most likely to cost him his freedom, if not his life.

It was with some surprise, therefore, that he realized that the Ares was not heading in the direction of the enemy lines, but was moving parallel to them. He was even more surprised, when after only a short journey the Ares began to slow down. It seemed quite apparent that for some reason its pilot was probably going to bring it to a halt.

Stavros took advantage of the lower speed to quit his ride, waiting until the Ares was trampling through a patch of vegetation before dropping off. He hoped that the pilot was not paying too much attention to the Ares’ sensors. But it seemed that he was not, otherwise he would have been spotted by now.

Stavros rolled under a patch of brush and waited until the Ares moved away from him. Then picking himself up, he followed at what he hoped was a safe distance.

The Ares moved over the top of a small rise in the ground and disappeared from view. Scampering after it, Stavros topped the rise to see a surprising sight. The Ares had stopped by a small pool and the pilot had raised the machine’s canopy. He had not expected such a stroke of luck. Perhaps this was his chance to avenge his slaughtered comrades.

Stavros drew his laser pistol. It seemed a puny weapon to deal with so massive an enemy, but if the pilot showed himself… Steadying his gun hand with his other hand, Stavros took aim. Then he lowered the pistol. His target was about 70 metres off. That was much too far for an accurate shot. And if he fired and missed then he would have to deal with a rampaging armored vehicle. He would have to get closer.

By this time the pilot was standing upright in the cockpit with the canopy folded back as far as it would go. As he watched the pilot removed her helmet and shook loose her long dark hair. Stavros laughed to himself. It was a woman. He had been guilty of a little chauvinism in supposing it was a man. Not that the sex of the pilot mattered much. Male or female, all members of the rival clan were enemies.

He took out his pocket binoculars for a better look. The female pilot was standing with her back to him, but she appeared quite tall and slender even in her bulky pilot’s gear. His eyes almost bugged out of his head, when the pilot began to strip off her costume piece by piece. What in Hades was she up to? Then it dawned on him. She was going for a swim! He shook his head. That was a gutsy move so close to the front lines.

By now he could see her much better. As she stripped the pilot had turned a little so that he could make out her face. What he saw was most pleasing. “What a stunner!” he murmured.

He saw that she was quite young. He guessed that she was probably no more than 20 or perhaps even younger. She had jet-black hair that when loosened the way it was now, hung halfway down her back. Her face was a perfect oval highlighted by bewitchingly dark eyes under perfect arched eyebrows. Her delicate straight nose was centered over a sensuous mouth with full inviting lips. She was beauty personified. “An Aphrodite,” Stavros thought.

By this time the young woman was partially undressed. Stavros licked his lips. Whoever she was, the pilot had a body to match her face. Stripped to the waist, she revealed a pair of full high breasts that were so firm they barely swayed as she bent forward to remove her boots and then step out of her pants.

Having stripped, the pilot lowered the Ares into a crouching position. Then, stepping to the edge of the war machine’s cockpit she executed a perfect swan dive into the placid water of the spring-fed pool.

Stavros snapped out of his reverie. The entrancing appearance of so much feminine beauty in such an unexpected setting had made him forget why he was there. Holstering his pistol, he worked his way toward the pool. His approach was made easy by the fact that the pool the dark-haired nymph was swimming in was surrounded by several large rock outcrops that afforded anyone swimming in it a certain amount of privacy. It also shielded Stavros from the view of anyone in the pool. It was the perfect spot to stage an ambush.

The girl was still splashing happily in the water by the time Stavros had moved into position. She seemed completely happy and carefree and not at all aware of the danger she was in. Stavros smiled to himself. “She would learn soon enough,” he thought.

Concealed in a small clump of bushes Stavros watched the enticing water ballet. He almost felt like jumping in himself, but restrained the impulse. His time would come soon enough. Eventually the young woman seemed to tire and stroked for the shore. Stavros readied himself, his muscles tensing as he prepared to spring out.

Aello had never had so refreshing a bath. Her only regret was that she could not stay longer, but she had an obligation to contact the base with the results of her triumph. In the excitement of victory she had completely forgotten that several thousand people were dependent on her ability to deal with the enemy. “I’m such an air-head,” she thought. “I will have to learn to keep my mind on my mission and not go skylarking off to some swimming hole.”

Kicking her heels, she swam toward the edge of the pool. She was quite a strong swimmer, having been to the pool many times when she was younger. That had been in a more peaceful time, when her childhood home had not been engulfed by war.

Reaching the edge of the pool, she pulled herself up onto one of the large flat boulders surrounding it. She had no towel, but knew that if she lay down in the hot sun for a few minutes it would dry her quickly. She could delay her call to the base for a couple more minutes. Dropping to her stomach, she folded her arms and lay her head on them. The warm sun felt good on her water-soaked body. She would have to be careful not to fall asleep.

It was only at the last second that Aello suspected she was in any danger. A slight sound behind her as Stavros pounced caused her to begin to get up, but it was too late. The enemy soldier landed on top of her with the full weight of his 205 pounds, pinning her 130-pound body to the ground and knocking the breath out of her.

Even if she had been fully alert to the attack there was probably very little that she could have done. Stavros was a trained combat soldier. Although Aello had gone through boot camp as a trainee pilot, she did not have anything like the skill in hand to hand combat that he had. Pinned beneath the strongly built soldier, Aello felt her hands being drawn behind her back. Gasping for breath, she was helpless to stop him from binding her hands in place with a plastic tie he carried in his pack. After that it was but a simple matter to bind her ankles in the same way and then roll her over so he could look at his prize.

Incredibly, Aello’s first thought on being captured was not for herself, but for the huge machine she piloted. She had stupidly allowed herself to be captured and now the enemy would be able to take back possession of the Ares. The thought filled her with anger, not at the man who had captured her, but at herself for allowing herself to be captured.

However, one look at the face of the soldier who had overpowered her brought her back to the reality of the danger she faced. Stavros was gazing at her beautiful body with undisguised lust. A flush suffused her cheeks and then spread down to her neck and shoulders, eventually reaching her breasts. She was naked and helpless in the hands of the enemy!

“You are a beauty,” said Stavros. “Capturing you is almost worth the loss of so many of my brave comrades. But you will pay for that, you will pay dearly.”

“You must treat me with the honour a warrior is due,” said Aello. “The treaty of New Thebes protects all captured enemy personnel against torture and brutality.”

Stavros laughed. “You are a spunky one, as might be expected from your conduct in the battle. You are probably right about the treaty. Unfortunately, I don’t have my copy of it handy. Perhaps I will check it when I escort you back to my base. In the meantime, tell me your name. I like to know the names of the women I rape.”

“Rape?” queried Aello, her bosom heaving. “You can’t do such a thing. Have you no honour?”

“You’re not paying attention,” replied Stavros. I asked you a question.”

While he had been speaking, Stavros had cut himself a branch, about the thickness of his thumb, from a stand of willow-like plants at the edge of the pond. He had trimmed the branch to a length of about four feet. With a flick of his wrist, he whipped the supple withe across Aello’s taut stomach.

“Ahhh!” she cried. The attack had been most unexpected and it left a nasty welt across her smooth belly.

“Your name, wench! I won’t ask again.”

“Aello,” the frightened woman cried. “Aello Mercuri.”

“Aello,” repeated Stavros. “That means Whirlwind. I seem to recall hearing something about an enemy pilot by that name. Let me think. Ah yes, I recall. You took out six of our mechs at Hell’s Gate. Quite an accomplishment for one so young. I will enjoy raping you even more than I thought.”

“You can’t do that,” the desperate young woman protested once again. “I am a prisoner of war and must be treated accordingly.”

“I prefer to think of you as a prize of war. And I can use a prize any way I please.”

“No, please,” Aello begged, hoping that a more compliant tone might work.

“Enough protesting,” Stavros ordered, his voice turning icy cold. “I am in no mood to listen. You destroyed my entire contingent. If any of my men were still around I’d let the whole works have a go at you.”

Stavros took his bandanna off his neck. Rolling it into a ball, he stuffed it into her mouth and then bound it in place with his belt. “There, that ought to keep you quiet. What I am going to do to you normally creates quite a bit of noise.”

Aello shuddered. What kind of monster was her captor? She had never heard of any commander having so little honour as to threaten a captive with rape and torture.

Stavros secured his helpless victim to a couple of nearby bushes, using a couple of bungee cords he found in the Ares’ tool compartment. He snapped a cord around each of her arms, just above the elbows and then attached the cords to bushes on opposite sides of her body. Now, no matter how hard she struggled she would have to lie face down in the position he had chosen for her. Then he took a short walk in the bush rummaging around in the undergrowth. “This will do,” he muttered to himself, as he pulled up a seven-foot length of rotting tree trunk. What he wanted was something he could use to elevate her ass and the eight-inch diameter of the tree trunk would do nicely.

Returning to Aello, he found her struggling mightily. His approach was noiseless, and he stood and watched her struggle for several minutes. He found the entire scene incredibly erotic. He had tied her well. The plastic ties had practically no give to them. They were perfect for securing enemy prisoners, which was why each of his soldiers had been issued with several of them. And the bungee cords pulling in opposite directions simply stretched a little as she fought to escape.

“Mmmppphh! Mmmmmppphhh!” Her muffled cries as she strained against her bonds came clearly to him. By now he had an impressive erection. He was tempted to simply take her now. “No,” he murmured, “that little bitch deserve more than that. She killed several hundred of my best troops and probably fucked my career. I’m gonna make her pay with more than just a piece of ass.”

“Still here, I see,” Stavros said loudly as he stepped out of his hiding place. “Just one more adjustment and then we can get down to business.”

Dumping the log on the ground beside her, Stavros lifted Aello’s belly off the ground and then holding her there, pushed the log beneath her hips. The action served to raise her backside off the ground. It was a most inviting target.

Stavros picked up the length of willow he had cut and swished it through the air. His victim turned her head so that she could see what he was doing behind her. The whites of her eyes showed as she stared at him in helpless dismay.

“Too bad about that gag,” Stavros said. “I’d really like to hear you scream, but we are a little bit too close to enemy lines. I wouldn’t want anyone to interrupt our little party.”

He swished the withe through the air again, enjoying the sound it made. Then he raised it and brought it down hard across Aello’s elevated derriere.

Thwack! The sound of the blow echoed across the pond.

“Mmmmppphhh!” Aello screamed through her gag. Her entire body jerked. It was the most painful thing she had ever felt.

Thwack! Stavros struck again. Aello jumped again, writhing in a futile attempt to break free of her bonds. Her muffled scream was not as loud this time, indicating that she was exerting some level of self-control. Stavros smiled. He hoped that she did not break too soon, he was enjoying watching her jump.

Thwack!! Stavros continued the beating. Thwack! Again and again he brought the withe down across the rounded moons of Aello’s perfect backside, crisscrossing her delicate flesh with several dozen welts. He stopped only when the withe broke under the impact of an especially sharp blow.

Breathing heavily from the exertion, stood listening to the muffled sobs of the now weeping girl. “It’s just as well,” he thought, “it’s time for stage two.”

Aello’s chest heaved. Even through her gag, her muffled cries could be clearly heard. Her lacerated buttocks burned with an agonizing pain that was beyond description. Sweat poured off her exhausted body, worn out from the continual struggling to escape and the terrible pain of the beating. Where the plastic ties held her wrists, she had rubbed the skin raw in her futile efforts to escape. When the beating stopped, the accumulated pain was so great that it took her several seconds to realize that she was no longer being tortured.

Stavros stood over her admiring his handiwork. “Well, my little whirlwind, you don’t blow so strongly now.” He was fully aroused, his hard phallus creating a large bulge in his pants.

Bending over his victim, he released the bungee cords holding her in place and rolled her over so the log that had raised her shapely ass was now in the hollow of her back. It served to arch her back nicely and prepare her for her next round of punishment. Even more important, it allowed the helpless young girl to see what he was doing. He guessed that she had probably never seen an erect penis before and he wanted to gauge her reaction.

Slowly, Stavros unzipped and then removed his sweat soaked shirt, revealing his barrel chest and powerful arms and shoulders. He saw the girl’s eyes widen slightly as he performed his strip tease. Stooping, he released the clasps on his boots and kicked them off. Then standing once more, he pulled his pants open and let them drop. It was as he had hoped. Aello’s eyes positively bugged out of her head when she beheld the massive bulge inside his shorts. As he had suspected, the girl had followed the strict clan code that required all young women to refrain from sexual activity before marriage. That meant, as in Aello’s case that many young women did not even date members of the opposite sex unless they were properly chaperoned, and sex was out of the question.

“Do you like what you see?” Taunted Stavros. He was proud of the dimensions of his manhood. He had met very few men who could match either its length or its thickness. And right now it was as stiff and hard as an iron bar. “Don’t worry you’re going to see a lot more of it – up close.”

Beneath her gag, Aello moaned in protest. Stavros had been completely right about her sexual experience, she had none. Like most young women she had fanaticized about what it would be like, but true to her upbringing, had never participated in any sexual adventures. It was simply not part of her culture. She had, of course, learned about sex in school, but diagrams of male genitalia did not come close to the real thing.

Stavros stripped off his shorts. His massive member bounced free. Even at his age, it hardly slumped, thrusting straight out from his body.

“Mmmmpphh!” came the muffled cry from the terrified young girl. Stavros intended to rape her, but there was simply no way that such a huge appendage could fit inside her. For a few seconds the terror of viewing his engorged phallus made her forget the pain in her backside. Stavros straddled the helpless maiden, dangling his rigid rod over her head. Slowly, he lowered himself onto her body and as he did so, his swollen sex organ came to rest between her trembling breasts.

The pressure of his weight on top of her pressed her naked body into the ground, arching it even more emphatically over the log. Fortunately, most of his weight was absorbed by his knees, but now his penis hovered only a few centimeters from her gagged mouth. She could smell his sweating body and the pungent odor of his genitals. To her horror, Stavros undid the belt holding the gag in place and pulled the soaked handkerchief from her mouth. For the first time in half an hour she could breathe freely.

Gasping, she sucked air into her lungs through her open mouth. Stavros shifted forward. “Mmmmppphh!” He had shoved his massive organ between her teeth. Gagging and disgusted, she tried to turn her head away, but Stavros took her head in his hands and forced her to allow him to force his way into her mouth.

Never in her worst nightmares had Aello imagined such treatment at the hands of a man. Stavros’ member was so large that there was barely room for it in her mouth. Her jaw was almost dislocated as he forced himself deeper and deeper into her, until his staff reached the back of her throat.

“I’ll bet you’ve never taken a man into your mouth have you babe? Well that’s a use for it you didn’t know existed.”

As he spoke, Stavros began to move his penis back and forth in Aello’s mouth, forcing her to accept more and more of it. Once again she could barely breathe as her mouth and throat were completely filled with Stavros’ huge member.

“Mmmmppphh! “Mmmmppphh! “Mmmmppphh!!!” Aello’s muffled cries of protest continued unabated as Stavros ravished her mouth, thrusting in and out of her despite her protestations.

Stavros kept it up for the best part of half an hour, taking care to keep himself under control. He wanted to avoid ejaculating into Aello’s mouth. That was for another part of her anatomy. Finally, satisfied that he had inflicted the maximum humiliation on the helpless girl, he withdrew from her, but not before a mixture of saliva and sperm was oozing from the corners of her mouth.

Aello sobbed steadily as Stavros prepared her for the next round of degradation. He had beaten her; forced her to perform felatio; and she knew the next step would be an attack on her virginity.

Stavros lifted himself from his position straddling Aello’s torso. Sliding down to her legs, she felt him cut the ties binding her ankles.

“Oh God,” she moaned. He was spreading her legs!

“Now for the piece de resistance,” said Stavros. He grinned as he spread her. Steeped in Greek culture the clans of Planet Papadatos regarded rape as the ultimate in degradation. Stavros knew that if he took the girl’s virginity it would destroy her standing in her clan. She would be ostracized; considered unfit for marriage or even casual contact. Even her family would likely reject her. For this reason the code of honour between clans forbade such brutal treatment of women, but Stavros wanted revenge. And this was the most brutal revenge he could envision. This bitch had piloted her last mech.

With her last bit of remaining strength, Aello tried to resist. She could not let him take her virginity! The fear of such violation had her close to vomiting.

But her struggles were hopeless. Beaten and exhausted, her hands strapped tightly behind her back and firmly held by a man at least twice her strength; she was completely at his mercy. She screamed as his huge member pushed against her vulva, knowing that within seconds it would part her labia and force itself within her.

At this point Stavros stopped. He knew he had beaten her, but he wanted to draw out her pain and humiliation for as long as possible. “Are you ready, little one? You are about to become a woman, but I may delay the honor for a little bit of information.”

Aello held her breath. What could her brutal captor be talking about?

“I want some information. The disposition of the main forces of your clan. As a mech pilot you should have a very good idea of the main strengths of your clan’s armies.”

“I…I can’t do that,” Aello moaned. “Not betray my own clan.”

“Have it your way then sweetie. Perhaps you’ll change your mind in an hour or so.” He picked up the gag and then tossed it aside. Shifting his weight he parted the lips of her vulva.

“Uhhnn!” Aello groaned. Stavros had thrust past the outer lips of her vagina and into her love canal. Already the pain was considerable as his huge phallus forced the walls of her vagina apart.

Stavros held his position for a few seconds, and then pushed hard, pushing the tip of his vagina up against Aello’s hymen.

“Aaahhhh!” Aello cried. Stavros had not bothered to gag her again. He wanted to hear her moan when he took her virginity and ravaged her inner recesses. He was willing to take the chance of discovery in order to satisfy his thirst for vengeance and sadism.

Aello’s defenseless body tensed as she prepared to lose her maidenhood. She knew that she could not prevent Stavros from taking her.

Stavros, however, was in no hurry to deflower the trembling virgin. He wanted the experience to last. After all, it was not every day that such an opportunity presented itself, and he had not enjoyed every part of her body to his satisfaction.

He reveled in the feel of her tight vagina surrounding his penis. He delighted in watching her quivering sweat-drenched body, as she lay bound and helpless before him, her perfect breasts rising and falling as she awaited his assault.

“Ah, you are so perfect. So tight. It is too bad we did not meet under more fortunate circumstances.” Stavros slid his hands up and over her sweat-drenched hips as he spoke, delighting in the feel of her velvet skin. He continued to move his hands higher, sliding them over her rib cage and taking one of her breasts in each hand.

Stavros had never before encountered beasts as firm as Aello’s. Each perfect globe was the size of a large grapefruit and tipped with a beautiful pink rosebud. Hard as he was, he felt his erect penis stiffen even more as he squeezed her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

“Nnnnnhh!” Aello moaned, as Stavros tightened his fingers on her delicate pink buds. He began to squeeze and twist her breasts hard. She arched her back in an involuntary, but enticing response to his mauling. Stavros felt the pressure build in his huge phallus. He had to take her.

“Oh God! No! NO! Aaagghh!” Aello’s virginity was gone. Stavros pushed into her mercilessly, forcing himself deep within her.

“Christ, you’re a tight bitch!” Stavros exclaimed. Aello’s vagina gripped his massive member like a vise. He had never had a fuck that felt so good.

“Mmmm! Mmmmm!” Small mewling sounds came from deep within Aello’s throat as Stavros took her. Her back arched, and her head thrown back, she was totally at his mercy as he raped her. Slowly but surely he was bringing her to the edge of complete collapse.

“Ohh,” she gasped, “please stop. It hurts so much!”

Stavros did stop. “Alright this is your second chance. What are the troop dispositions of your clan?”

Aello moaned in relief. Stavros had partially withdrawn from her. It would have been so easy to give in to him and tell him what he wanted to know, but honour forbade such an arrangement.

With a sob she shook her head, whipping her damp hair back and forth. “I c… can’t,” she stammered.

“You are a brave girl,” said Stavros almost admiringly. I almost wish I didn’t have to do this. He reentered her with a powerful thrust of his hips, penetrating far deeper than he had before.

“Aaaaaggggghhhhh!” Aello’s agonized scream told him that this time he had really gotten to her. Withdrawing slightly, he thrust in deeply again and again.

“Aaaaaggggghhhhh! Aaaaaggggghhhhh!!” Aello’s screams told clearly of her pain.

Stavros settled down to a steady rhythm, pumping her honey pot for all he was worth and gradually increasing the depth of his penetration until he was buried to the hilt in her tightly clamped vagina.

Again and again Aello screamed, her cries of anguish echoing down the canyon.

Corporal Jason Miklos heard the captured mech pilot long before he ever saw her. He had set out to look for the missing warrior after she had not returned to base after the expected lapse of time. Aello had been gone for over four hours. That was more than enough time for her to have come to grips with the enemy and returned. The fact that no enemy invaders showed up as feared indicated that she had probably been successful in stopping them. It also meant that she should have returned by now unless her machine was too severely crippled to return or she was badly hurt or dead.

If she was still alive it was his duty to find her and bring her back, and so he had set out in search of the ace mech pilot. It did not take him long to pick up her trail. He first came to the battlefield where she had laid waste to the opposition. He did not spend much time there; a quick search revealed that her Ares was not part of the battlefield wreckage. Accordingly, he had looked for signs of her departure.

They were not difficult to find. The immense weight of the Ares depressed the ground a foot or more each time it took a step. Curiously, Miklos noted that the Ares’ footprints seemed to indicate that the machine was operating normally, but the tracks led in a direction that did not make any sense. After her victory, Aello should have returned to base. He pondered the problem. Then it came to him. Most likely she was pursuing one of the enemy. Well, he would follow her trail until he caught up with her.

His machine skimmed rapidly over the ground. He was piloting a small two-person anti-gravity vehicle. It was fast and very lightly armed; intended for scouting rather than fighting. It moved much faster than the huge war machine Aello was piloting. He slowed the vehicle as his sensors told him that he was nearing the Ares that Aello had piloted. There was no sense in taking chances.

He turned up the reception on his headphones. And then he heard it, the unmistakable sound of a woman in pain, a woman crying out and begging for mercy.

Miklos cruised over a small rise in the ground. There he came upon a sight that temporarily clouded his mind with rage. The beautiful Aello was paying the ultimate price faced by all women who go to war. Pinning her writhing body to the ground was a powerfully built enemy soldier. He was thrusting in and out of the helpless beauty with an unhurried manner that told Miklos that he had been raping her for quite some time.

Miklos brought his vehicle to a halt. Drawing his laser pistol, he raised the canopy and stepped out. His silent arrival had not been detected by either Stavros or his victim. Thus it came as a total surprise to the brutal rapist when the first laser bolt ripped into him.

Miklos had maneuvered to insure that he would not hit Aello when he fired. He shot from directly behind Stavros and he had a perfect target. His concentrated beam of radiation burned into Stavros’ backside vaporizing his flesh.

Stavros let loose a scream of agony that far exceed any sound Aello had made. Leaping up from his victim he turned to face his attacker. Miklos fired again. This time the intense beam seared Stavros’ genitals. His shriek of agony was a sound that Aello would long remember. Turning away he tried to flee but his injuries were so painful and so severe that he slipped and toppled into the pond. He floundered in the water. It soon became apparent that he could not swim. Splashing wildly with his arms, he attempted to make his way to the land. Miklos stood above him on the edge of the pond and watched him drown, his face completely blank. Then he turned back to the still sobbing girl that Stavros has just raped.

Quickly Miklos cut Aello’s bonds. Taking her in his arms he picked her up and carried her back to his skimmer. He carried a blanket in the storage compartment just in case he was forced to remain overnight outside the base. Taking it out he wrapped the weeping victim in it. He noticed in picking her up, that Stavros had done more than just rape her. She was quite badly beaten on the buttocks and probably could not walk.

Cuddling the trembling female in his arms, he stroked her hair and tried to calm her down. Then he got out his first aid kit and tended to her injuries. He soon determined that most of Aello’s wounds were superficial. He applied healing ointments to her lacerated skin. He knew, however, that Aello’s most serious injuries were probably not physical, but psychological. And then there was the moral censure she would face. Had his clan lost the best armored warrior in its history? He hoped not, but as he stared down at the still sobbing girl he knew that she was not crying because of her injuries, but because she feared ostracism from her clan. She had allowed herself to be captured and dishonoured. Had her clan lost the greatest warrior it had ever produced?

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