Galactic War Crimes - Chapter 1

The room is cold and dark, just the way she liked it. She loved how uneasy it made most feel when in her presence. The room was small with only a desk and a couple of chairs. A bookshelf with a few books and some artifacts on one wall, and a couch adjacent to the shelves.

Damara sits at the desk clacking away on her official data-console. She is slightly taller than most women, and much, much prettier. Her long brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail, tucked under her officer's cap. Never taking her beautiful brown eyes off the screen, they glow with the light from the screen in a way that would captivate most men.

Stunning, is the only word that could describe the way her beauty shined through her uniform. However, many know she's as ruthless as she is beautiful. She was responsible for locating and planning the destruction of six Resistance bases, a feat no one else in the Galactic Alliance military as ever done.

Beep, Beep. The data-console beeps and flashes a light. Damara pushes a button and the screen changes to a middle aged man in a similar blue officer's uniform. He is clean shaved, like most Alliance Officers.

"What is it, Captain?" Damara asks with a slight coldness in her voice.

"My lady, the craft we shot down was a new Resistance Fighter." The Captain says with a firm voice, trying not to sound intimidated by her. "The pilot managed to eject, but my squad was able to capture him. My troops are transferring him to your carrier as we speak. They have been ordered to contact you immediately upon their arrival."

"Well done, Captain!" she replies.

"Thank you, my Lady." The data-console beeps again and the image of the Captain fades away.

'Perfect!' Damara thinks to herself as she leans back in her chair. It had been awhile since she delivered anything useful to the Alliance Intelligence Division and fears her position may be in jeopardy. But now, now there is a Resistance pilot on his way to be questioned. Of course, her means of questioning always meant torture for her victim.

Damara pulls herself out of her chair and saunters over to her bookshelf. Knowing exactly what book she needs, she pulls it from the others. Opening it up, Damara reveals a cut out section of the book containing a small bottle with pills it in. Twisting of the top, she dumps two into her hand and seals it back up. Damara returns the book to the shelf and returns to her desk to sit back down.

'My poor victim!' she thought to herself as she started to giggle. Popping the pills in her mouth, Damara take a sip of purple translucent liquid sitting in a glass on her desk. She swallows with a gulp and returns the glass to her desk.

Ting. A red light by the door flashes.

"Come in." she commands with eagerness in her voice.

The door hisses open to reveal a man covered head to toe in armor comprised of various shades of black and gray sections. Several types of hard composite pieces are used along with soft flexible materials to create their intimating armor. The soldier enters Damara's small office and salutes her.

"Dire Squadron reporting sir." The soldier finishes his salute. "The prisoner is being transferred to your personal holding cell and will be a waiting your company, sir."

"Thank you, Corporal." Damara replies. "Return to your squad and take the remainder of the rotation as leave."

The soldier salutes her again. "Thank you sir! I will pass on your orders. Happy interrogating!" He turns around, causing the door to hiss open again. Without saying another word, he steps out into the hallway, leaving her alone.

***

The room is rather large compared to Damara's office. One look in this room would make most people shiver at the thought of what the room is used for. The room is well lit with many strange items hanging on the wall. An ominous table sits perfectly in the middle of the room with various strange furniture space out around it. The strangest of all though the objects in the room, is the large cage in the back corner.

The only door to the room hisses open, and two soldiers push a man wearing a blue flight suit into the room. His chest is covered in a white chest plate with a small box on it while a white harness hugs his body underneath it.

The soldiers follow him in.

"On the table." the one soldier instructions him.

The pilot stands there and stairs at him, making no movements.

"I said, on the table!" he tells him again, raising his voice.

Not responding in any way to the soldiers demands, he continues to stand his ground. The soldier pulls his sidearm from his hip holster and points it right at the pilot. Pulling the trigger, a small blue beam rips from the gun and hits the pilot, sending him to the ground.

***

The pilot opens his eyes to see the ceiling of the strange room. He tries to sit up, but is unable to move any of his limbs. Lifting his head, he realizes he is bound to the table, and not alone in the room. A tall attractive woman sits on a chair across the room staring at him.

"Good morning, Pilot." Damara cheerfully says. "I'm sorry my soldiers stunned you. They said you were not cooperating and gave them no choice." She tells him as she makes her way over to him. "What's your name?"

Just like with the soldiers, the pilot refuses to say a word. His eyes glide down Damara from head to toe. He had never seen a female Alliance Officer before. Damara's jacket and cap are the same as all the other officers, but instead of slacks, she is wearing a skirt that hangs to a couple of inches above her knees. Any man would find it hard not to notice the white nylons she is wearing under her skirt, or the high riding boots gently hugging her beautifully toned legs.

"Aww. don't be like that!" Damara tells him as she turns around and sets her round behind on the edge of the table. Firmly gripping onto the table, she pulls he feet up to the table's top. As soon as she has a good footing, she lifts her butt high into the air and plops it down right on to the pilot's stomach and lets her legs hang off the side.

The pilot grunts as her plump bottom impacts his stomach.

"Come on, we can be civil with each other. This doesn't need to get nasty." she assures him as she lifts her legs up and lets them drop, over and over.

"Alright... You want my name, it's Kaiden." he grumbles from the weight on his abdomen.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it Kaiden?" Damara teases as she tries with all her might to force herself down on him harder.

The pilot lets out another grunt.

Laughing at him, she slowly relaxes herself, taking some pressure off of his stomach. "Where is the Resistance's new base?" she asks in a soft sympathetic voice.

Kaiden refuses to reply.

"Come on, there's no reason to be like that." Damara says, keeping up with the caring voice, but still he refuses to answer. "I guess you want to see how nasty this can get." she growls at him.

"You can do whatever you like to me, I am not going to betray the Resistance." Kaiden firmly tells her.

"Fine, have it your way. Resist just like your precious Resistance." she laughs as she pulls a small remote out from her jacket pocket. Pressing one of the buttons, the table makes a few mechanical sounds before a small panel on the above the pilot's head opens up. A strange device with arms pulls out of the new hole and grasps on to Kaiden's head.

"What the hell?" Kaiden asks.

"You said I could do this!" Damara laughs as she spins herself around on Kaiden's stomach to face him, and slides her powerful ass backwards a little. Pressing another button on the remote, the restrains on the his legs begin to move towards his torso, forming a small back rest for her. Damara leans back and makes herself comfortable on her new chair. Pulling her left leg high up into the air, she places the dirty bottom of her boot right onto Kaiden face.

With her boot firmly on his face, Kaiden takes a sniff of the bottom of her boot. It was hard not to, and he couldn't really understand why he wanted to. It's like touching something smelly and you smell your hand afterwards to see if it also smells. The rubber itself was the most predominate smell along with dirt and a hint of something that can only be described as foul.

"Did you just smell my boot? " she laughs. " Aw, how does that feel, to have your enemies dirty boot on your face?" Damara continues to laugh, hardly able to finish her sentence. "I imagine both of them would be a better deal, huh?" she tells him as she pulls her other foot up to join in.

Looking at the sadistic look of pleasure in Damara's face, Kaiden tries to turn his face away. Not being able to move his head, he tries again, with no success. Desperate, he tries his best to thrash about, but the restraints on his body only allow him to twitch.

"You might as well give it up now! Stronger prisoners than you have tried to break free from my table and all have failed!" Damara laughs at him. "If you kiss the bottoms of them, I will pull them off!" she says seriously.

Kaiden doesn't respond in any way.

"Fine, I will just keep them there till you decide to kiss them. We truly have all the time in the galaxy to sit here." Damara laughs as she closely watches Kaiden's face, waiting for a little pucker on her boots.

Growing impatient, Damara begins pressing down on Kaiden's face. The heel of her right boot begins slipping between his lips. Knowing full well he didn't want to taste her disgusting boot, he pulls is tongue back as far as he can, while her heel digs deeper into his mouth.

The pressure on his face begins to grow stronger as Damara's ass slowly lifts off of his waist. She watches has her heels slides deeper into his mouth. If she doesn't remove it, He will never be able to kiss it. Finding joy in this thought, she starts to swivel her heel side to side, forcing it deeper into his mouth until it touches his tongue. She doesn't feel his tongue through the boot, but she feels his whole body shutter.

Kaiden had never tasted anything so nasty in all of his life. His tongue burned as his eyes began to well up. He wanted to puke, but nothing ever came up.

Becoming excited by the tears streaming from his clenched eyes, Damara lets herself drop back down on his waste. Pulling her feet away from his face, she places them each side of his head. "Are you ready to kiss them now?" she asks, completely sympathetic to him, like coaxing a child into doing something they're afraid to do. Returning her left boot to Kaiden's face, she watches closely.

Kaiden, knowing full well if he doesn't bite the bullet, the boots will come back with a vengeance. His tears continue to stream as he quickly pecks the sole of her boot.

"Wow, you call that a kiss? Man, I would be disappointed if I was a woman you just kissed!" she laughs at his suffering. "Now kiss it right!" Damara commands in a tone, most would tremble at.

Kaiden presses his lips hard against the rubbery bottoms of her boots. Spreading his lips far apart, they collect a layer of grime and dirt that makes him cringe.

His feeling of discomfort washes over her body and causes her foot to press down harder on his face.

A sharp pain shoots up his nose as it is crammed into the instep of her boot. Some dirt or whatever it is, falls off into Kaiden's nose. Trying his best to squirm, Damara removes the boot from his face. Kaiden opens his eyes to glare at the evil bitch torturing him.

Damara grins down at her prisoner. "I am very disappointed by that kiss. So for this next kiss, I want some tongue action. Otherwise, both boots are coming back to your face!" She lifts her right foot to his face and holds it gently on his face.

Kaiden knew she wasn't playing, and that he was defeated. Showing very little resistance, he opens his mouth and presses his lips and tongue against her boot. An immediate spark shoots down his body and his eyes become waterfalls.

Feeling completely satisfied by his kiss, Damara crosses her legs and begins to unzip her left boot. She pulls her foot from the boot, immediately filling the room with odor.

Taking in her odor, Kaiden tries to hold his breath.

"Hmph, you are very rude." Damara tells him as she scrunches her toes in the cool air. "This room is kind of cold. You will keep my feet warm for me, won't you?" She asks teasingly as she places her nylon covered foot square on his face.

Damara's foot is hot, sticky, and very moist. But what is worst of all, is the odor. Kaiden exhales through his mouth quickly and sucks in a little air the same way. He thought it wouldn't be so bad breathing through his mouth, but this close to the source, he is able to taste the sweat, dirt and grime.

Damara laughs hysterically at his attempts not to gag. "Well, as fun as this is, and it really is, I need to go take care of something real quick. But don't worry, I will give you something to do while I am gone." She continues to laugh as she once again pulls out her remote.

Two arms pull out of the device around Kaiden's head. Grabbing her boot, she places it on one of the arms and position it over his face, so is nose and mouth rest inside the opening of her the boot where her foot sits. Damara brings her other foot to her and unzips her boot. Pulling it off her foot, she place it on the other arm in a similar way to the other.

The odor was so much more potent than her foot. Months maybe even years of constant wear. The hint of leather is there, but very lightly, and is overpowered by the collection of sweat stains and foot jam bear down on his lungs.

"Enjoy the alone time with my boots. Try not to become addicted to the smell!" she jokingly laughs at him as she hops down for her comfy chair. Damara bends down and opens a small hatch on the table and removes a pair of thick warm slippers. She slides her cold damp feet into the slippers and begin to feel their warmth.

"Before I go though…" Damara says as she opens a small drawer on the table. She removes two little gray spheres and makes her way to his head. "I am going to put these in your ears, cutting them off to all sound. And then, I will turn off the lights, making this room pitch dark. Removing your sense of sight and hearing will amplify your senses of smell and taste."

Damara takes one of the spheres in her fingers and firmly pushes it into Kaiden's ear. She does the same with the other sphere into his other ear. Pleased with the torture she just prepared for him, she makes her way to the door and looks back at him one last time. Without feeling any remorse, Damara presses a button on the control panel next to the door, killing the lights in the room. Pressing another button, the door hisses open and she leaves Kaiden alone with her awful boots.

Total darkness engulfs Kaiden along with a slight hum from the spheres in his ears. The stench emanating from her disgusting boots grows stronger and stronger. Warm sticky moist air makes its way into Kaiden's lungs. As his nose produces mucus, it begins to drip down his throat. Continuing to inhale the stinky mist from the caverns above, it sticks to the mucus in his throat. Every time he coughs, he tastes the mucus. The new taste of the mucus prevents him from becoming used to the taste and smell.

Kaiden tries his best to adjust and become comfortable. He knows that if he can calm down and slow his heartbeat, he will be able to breathe less of the poison air. And calm himself he does, right into sleeping, while his subconscious continues to inhale the horrible toxins embedded deep into the crevices of the monster's dirty boots.