Free Planet of Pain by B. A. Bradbury

you know how it is.’ He came closer, standing right in front of her, smiling. He tipped up her chin and brushed a strand of hair from her face. ‘Mind you, they say sex is the best exercise of all, don’t they?’
    He put his left hand behind her neck, drawing her forward, and touched his cock to her lips – and that resolved her doubts about what he wanted. She opened her mouth and took him in. His erection returned with a vengeance and she sucked him, holding the glans in her mouth and working his shaft with her fingers. Within a minute his movements were becoming urgent. She thought he would come in her mouth, but without warning he withdrew, laughing that it was too soon.
    He told her to lie back and proceeded to mount her. Five minutes of missionary position sex followed, then five minutes with her legs over his shoulders, then five minutes with Jo on top. His perpetual smile began to irritate her, and it was almost a relief when he turned her over and took her from behind. He came in this position, groaning and thrusting hard into her, then collapsed on the bed where he lay gasping, telling her how great she was. Jo rolled onto her back and lay staring at the deckhead, feeling empty inside.
    They rested till he was ready again, and then he had her raise her legs, all the way back till her knees were touching her chest. He did the saliva trick again, and then pushed his middle finger into her anus. One finger became two, which stretched her sphincter, and Jo groaned and stiffened.
    â€˜Easy now,’ he said. ‘Don’t fight it.’
    He worked his fingers in her and she moaned. She’d guessed it might happen, but hadn’t realised how bad it would be.
    â€˜I’m doing you a favour, Jo-Jo,’ he said. ‘The enlisted men will sodomise you for sure, so it won’t hurt as much if you’ve been stretched a bit first.’
    Which was all well and good, except it was hurting now. Her sphincter burned and she clamped her jaw to keep from crying out. After a while he had her turn facedown and spread her legs as wide as she could. He fucked her in this fashion; his cock in her rectum, the burning pain supplemented by a bone-deep ache that grew less bearable with each passing minute.
    â€˜You’ll be getting lots of this, I guarantee it,’ he said. ‘You should thank me for breaking you in gently.’
    It went on and on. He’d found his second wind and was in no hurry to finish. He talked to her, murmuring endearments, asking if it was nice, and didn’t seem to care in the least when he failed to get a reply.
    At length he began to pick up the pace, driving into her. Eventually she sensed his approaching climax and braced herself for the final onslaught. He was grunting now, ramming against her buttocks, and she gritted her teeth and clutched the blanket. He gave a wordless cry and thrust once, hard, then once more. He shuddered, then withdrew from her and slumped onto the bed with a long, spent groan. He rolled onto his back, then reached over and patted her rump.
    â€˜You,’ he sighed, ‘are one hell of a fuck, you know that?’
    It was to be his final observation, for within minutes his breathing slowed and she knew he was asleep. She turned onto her side and slowly drew up her knees. She lay still, and in time the fierce ache began to subside. She closed her eyes, knowing she wouldn’t be able to sleep, but thankful she could at least rest, and thankful above all that it was over.
    She was aboard Firefly ; except that it wasn’t – it was a much bigger ship. They were under attack and she was trying to reach the escape pod. There was a clang, and armoured troopers in black came charging in through the main hatch. She screamed and tried to run, but they caught her and rammed her back against the bulkhead. They tore off her hospital gown and one of them shoved the barrel of his gun between her legs, forcing it inside her.
    She