Chapter 2: Building Tension
"Lyra, we are redirecting course, we are going to stockpile F for some repairs before we go on our next raid, I will brief you after I work some stress off in my quarters. If you need me call but I will be fucking Orion hard when I answer." I say in a call to the bridge as I leave the engine room, heading towards my quarters.
"Understood captain, She should be there when you arrive." Lyra responds before the coms chirp signaling the end of the call.
I hurry down the hall until I reach my cabin at the starboard side of the ship and enter inside. Inside my room, lavishly decorated in silks and gold Orion in inside a force field sitting in a comfortable chair dressed in a luxurious strapless, backless dress made of fine silk, opaque in stratigic locations to preserve her modesty but semi transparent across most of her body, allowing tantalizing views of her smooth skin.
I find it hard to not immediately throw her onto the bed and breed her but that will come soon enough.
"I clearly owe the quartermaster a thank-you, you look ravishingly beautiful in that, now remove it or you will spend the rest of the day naked after I sate myself with your body." I say with slight awe and malice.
Her eyes narrow as she glares at me with hatred in her eyes. Good it's turning me on.
"Your crew is delusional, all through the tour they told me how lucky I was and how great you are but you are nothing more then a bully and a rapist." Orion says, her disdain for me thrilling me to my core, I lick my lips at the thought of how hard she is going to fight me while I have her.
"I told you strip, or you will be paying to replace that dress." I order, hoping she won't follow it.
She glares at me, her eyes blazing with defiance. "You can't make me do anything, you monster." she spits out, her voice dripping with venom. I raise an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across my face. "Oh, really? Let's test that theory, shall we?"
I walk over to the control panel by the door, punching in a sequence. The forcefield surrounding her flickers and disappears. She jumps up from her seat, backing away from me, her eyes darting around the room, looking for an escape route. I tsk, shaking my head. "There is no way out, even if you somehow escape me, you would need my handprint or voice print to leave this room. And if you manage to get out we are in deep space far from any other ship or planet. You are trapped." I say with a wicked smile.
"Now strip or that lovely dress will be destroyed like your last outfit." I pull out my gun aiming it at her face.
My erection is throbbing, will she fight me, will she strip, do I have to destroy one of my favorite dresses? The thrill is making me feel so alive.
I can see the fear in her eyes, but also the defiance. She's not going to give in easily, and that just makes me want her more. I can feel my cock straining against my pants, aching to be inside her.
"You have five seconds to strip, Orion," I growl, my voice low and dangerous. "Or I swear to god, I'll shoot this dress to shreds and fuck you raw right here on the floor."
Her breath hitches, her eyes widening in shock and arousal. She knows I'm not bluffing.
She can see the hunger in my eyes, the way my hand grips the gun, ready to carry out my threat. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with each inhale. She's scared, but she's also turned on. I can see it in the way her nipples harden beneath the silk, the way her thighs press together, trying to ease the ache between them.
"Four..." I count down, my voice steady, my eyes locked onto hers.
She swallows hard, her hands trembling as she reaches up to the straps of her dress.
I watch, my heart pounding in my chest, as she slowly lowers them down her shoulders, the silk sliding down her body, revealing more and more of her soft, pale skin. My mouth waters at the sight, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," I growl, my voice hoarse with desire. She glares at me, her eyes filled with hate, but I can see the lust lurking beneath the surface. She might hate me, but her body wants me. And I'm going to use that to my advantage.
I lower my gun, but keep it pointed at her, watching as she hesitates, the dress now pooled at her feet, leaving her completely exposed. Her body is a work of art, every curve and dip begging to be explored. Her tits are perfect, round and firm, her nipples hard and pink, just begging to be sucked. And her pussy, fuck, it's bare and glistening, her arousal clear for me to see.
"Three..." I remind her, my voice a low rumble. She jumps, her eyes darting back to mine, her cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink. "Good girl, now remove my pants and make it sexy, if you do I'll let you chose if I fuck you hard and rough before you eat my pussy or if you get to make me cum, take the edge off before I fuck you hard." I say my voice laced with dominance and lust.
Orion's eyes flash with anger and humiliation, but she complies, her hands reaching for my belt, her fingers fumbling slightly as she unbuckles it. I watch, my breath coming in ragged gasps, as she slowly pulls down the zipper, her knuckles brushing against my aching cock. I groan, my hips bucking slightly at the contact.
She looks up at me, her eyes filled with defiance, her hatred of me being tempered of her fear of me. That look makes my pussy drip.
I can feel the wetness coating my inner thighs as I stand there, waiting for er to finish stripping off my pants.
As my pants hit the floor I can see her staring at my cock, measuring it with her eyes widening in wonder of how I fit the whole thing in her before, my cock twitches angrily at the look.
"Decide before we get to the bed." I say firmly as I pick her up, carrying her to my large four post canopy bed. She claws at my coat and squirms while I carry her trying to free herself from my grasp.
I drop her roughly onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly on the mattress. She glares at me, her eyes flashing with anger and fear. I can see her chest heaving, her breath coming in rapid gasps. I can smell her arousal, sweet and musky, filling the air between us.
"Well?" I demand, my voice harsh. "What's it gonna be, Orion? You gonna take my cock like a good little slut, or you gonna eat my pussy first?"
She hesitates, her eyes darting between my cock and my face.
I watch the struggle on her face as she tries to pick between keeping her pride and getting fucked harder or giving in and choosing to pleasure me, taking the easy way out but giving something up, conceding to my power. "Three..." She gasps at my count her mind racing, I can see it in her eyes, "Two..." Will she say something or will she make me choose. "On" she cuts me off mid count.
"I will never pleasure you willingly, rape me if you must but I won't give in." Her eyes looking up at me filled with defiance.
I growl as I pin her to the bed, my forearm pressed down on her collar pinning her down as I give her a firey passionate kiss and line my cock up with her pussy, pre-cum already leaking out.
She bites my lip hard drawing blood, I pull back and slap her hard across the face, leaving a red handprint.
"Fucking bitch!" I roar, my cock throbbing with anger and lust. She glares at me, her eyes filled with fire and defiance. "Do your worst, monster." She taunts, her voice laced with venom.
I grab her legs, pulling them apart roughly, exposing her glistening pussy to me. I run my fingers along her slit, feeling her wetness, her body betraying her hatred of me. Give her no time to prepare herself or to adjust as I slam into her filling her with all eleven inches in one thrust and keep pounding into her using her body to get myself off.
She screams in pain and pleasure as I stretch her tight cunt wide around my thick cock, her juices dripping down my shaft and balls. I can feel her muscles clenching around me, trying to push me out but I'm too big and too strong for her. I grab her hips, holding her in place as I fuck her hard and fast, my balls slapping against her ass with each thrust.
"Take it, you little slut," I grunt, my voice ragged with exertion and pleasure.
"Take every fucking inch of my cock like a good little whore."
Orion's nails dig into my forearms, her body arching off the bed as she tries to escape my relentless assault. But there's nowhere for her to go, nowhere for her to hide from my cock. I've got her pinned, and I'm using her body for my own pleasure.
"Fuck you," she spits, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Fuck you, you fucking bastard!"
I laugh, a dark, cruel sound as I cum deep in her not slowing down at all, my cum lubricating her so I can thrust even harder. "I believe I am fucking you, it's much better than if I do myself." I retort, my voice laced with sarcasm as I continue to pound into her, my cock coated in my cum and her juices, making my thrusts slick and loud. I can feel her body tensing, her orgasm building, and I want it, I want to feel her body clench down on mine as it betrays her and gives in. "I can feel you fighting how good this feels, your body wants to give in to the pleasure." I taunt her making her scratch across my face. Good yes its so good. I grab her wrist and squeeze it as hard as I can brusing her arm. "That's the good stuff" I say maniacally, as my cock throbs inside her, I know that would have pushed me over the edge if I hadn't just cummed.
I release her wrist and grab her throat, squeezing gently as I lean in close to her ear. "You're mine now, Orion. Every inch of you belongs to me. Your body knows it, even if your mind hasn't caught up yet."
She glares at me, her eyes filled with hatred, but I can see the spark of desire still burning in them. I smirk, knowing that I've broken her, that she's starting to crave the pleasure I can give her, even if she'll never admit it.
I release her throat and sit back on my heels, my cock still buried deep inside her. "I'm going to cum, hold off your orgasm untill after mine and I'll not rape you again tonight." I say as I tease her nipple.
I can feel her body tense, her pussy clenching around my cock. She's close, I can tell. But she's not going to cum until I say so. I lean back, my hands gripping her hips tightly. "Not yet, pet. Unless you want more of this in a few hours." I taunt her as I stroke mer neck gingerly just behind her ear, a sharp contrast to how hard my hips slam into hers.
She shudders, her breath hitching, her eyes fluttering closed. I can see the struggle on her face, the war between her body's desires and her mind's defiance. It's fucking beautiful.
I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear. "You're so close, aren't you, pet? Your little cunt is gripping my cock so tight, like it never wants to let me go. You want to cum, don't you?"
She shakes her head, her teeth gritted. "No."
I chuckle, a dark, dangerous sound.
"Liar," I whisper, my tongue flicking out to trace the shell of her ear. "Your body doesn't lie, pet. It's begging for release."
I grind my hips against hers, my cock hitting that sweet spot inside her that makes her gasp. Her nails dig into my arms, her body arching into mine. "Please," she whimpers, her voice barely audible.
"Please what, pet?" I taunt, my voice low and husky. "Please fuck you harder? Please make you cum?"
She hesitates, her eyes flashing with defiance. "No never, I hate you, I want this to end." But I can see the truth in her eyes, the way her body trembles with need. She's close, so fucking close, and I'm not going to let her cum until I say so. I start to move, slower, dragging my cock almost all the way out before slamming back into her. She gasps, her body jerking with each thrust, her tits bouncing with the motion.
"Fuck, you feel so good," I groan, my voice ragged with lust. "It's like you were made just for me, I can't wait to feel your tongue in my pussy. I felt your pussy twitch at that, you are going to cum from thinking about licking my pussy aren't you." I taunt her, my voice laced with amusement and lust. "You dirty little slut, you want to taste your own juices mixed with my cum don't you?"
She glares at me, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger. "No, I don't."
I laugh, a dark, cruel sound. "Liar," I say, my voice low and dangerous. "Your body's betraying you, pet. Look at how your nipples are hardening, how your pussy's clenching around my cock.
You're loving this, aren't you, pet? You're loving being used like a little fuck toy."
I can see the defiance in her eyes, but her body tells a different story. Her hips are moving in rhythm with mine, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "You want to cum, don't you, pet?
You want to feel your little cunt squeezing my cock, milking me for every last drop of cum." I taunt her, my voice low and husky, my hips grinding against hers, my cock hitting that sweet spot inside her that makes her gasp.
She shakes her head, her teeth gritted, her eyes flashing with defiance. "No, I don't want to cum. I want you to stop." "Your body's telling me a different story, pet.
Look at how your pussy's dripping, how your clit's swollen and throbbing. You're desperate to cum, aren't you? You're dying for me to let you."
I grind my hips against hers, my pubic bone pressing against her clit, making her gasp. She tries to clamp her legs shut, to relieve the pressure, but I'm too strong. I grab her thighs, pushing them apart, opening her up to me.
"Cum for me pet." I demand as I thrust deep in her, holding my cock in deep as she cums on me, pushing me over the edge and cumming inside her again.
She screams as her orgasm rips through her, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her. I can feel her pussy pulsing around my cock, milking me for every last drop of cum. I lean down, my lips finding hers, swallowing her cries as I continue to fuck her through her orgasm, drawing it out, making it last as long as possible. I can feel her body relaxing, her limbs going limp as she comes down from her high. I pull out of her, my cock glistening with our combined juices, and begin fingering my pussy.
I watch her, her eyes following my hand as I rub my clit, my fingers slipping in and out of my wet hole. "You like that, don't you, pet? Watching me finger myself, wishing it was your tongue instead of my fingers?"
She glares at me, her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"You're a monster," she hisses, her voice laced with venom. "You think you can just take whatever you want, do whatever you want to me."
I smirk, my fingers still working my pussy, my hips grinding against my hand. "I can, and I will," I say, my voice low and confident.
She snarls, her hands balling into fists. "I'll never belong to you.
I'll never give in to you," she spits, her eyes blazing with hatred. I laugh, a dark, cruel sound, as I pull my fingers out of my pussy, bringing them to her lips. "Open up, pet," I command, my voice firm. She presses her lips together, refusing to obey. I grab her chin, forcing her mouth open, and push my fingers inside. "Suck," I order, my voice low and dangerous.
She glares at me, her eyes filled with hatred, but she complies, her tongue flicking out to lick my fingers clean. I groan, my hips bucking slightly at the sensation. Fuck, that feels good. I can feel my cock hardening again, ready for another round. I pull my fingers out of her mouth, replacing them with my cock. "Suck me clean, pet," I demand, my voice hoarse with lust. She hesitates for a moment, her eyes filled with defiance, but then she opens her mouth, taking me in.
I groan, my hips bucking slightly as her warm, wet mouth envelops my cock. I grab her hair, guiding her head, fucking her mouth slowly before guiding her down to my pussy.
She refuses to lick as I press her lips against my snatch both thrilling and frustrating me. "Lick my pussy, give in, you know you want it." I growl as I going against her face spreading my juices all over.
She's fighting it, fighting her own body's response to this, but she can't deny it forever. I push my hips forward, grinding my pussy against her mouth, smearing my juices all over her lips and chin. "Lick it up, pet," I demand, my voice low and husky. "Taste how good we are together."
She hesitates for a moment, her breath coming in ragged gasps, before her tongue flicks out, tentatively tasting my pussy. "That's it, pet.
Lick my pussy like a good little slut," I groan, my hips grinding against her face, my fingers tangling in her hair, holding her in place. I can feel her tongue exploring my folds, tentatively at first, but growing bolder with each lick. She's fighting it, fighting her own desire, but her body is betraying her. I can feel her breath coming in ragged gasps, her fingers digging into my thighs, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks in my skin.
I push my hips forward, smothering her with my pussy, my juices coating her lips and chin.
She tries to turn her head away, but I grip her hair tighter, holding her in place. "Don't you dare fucking move, pet," I growl, my voice low and dangerous. "You're going to lick every last drop of my cum from your lips, understand?"
She glares at me, her eyes filled with hatred, but she nods slightly, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips. I can see the struggle in her eyes, the war between her body's desires and her mind's defiance.
I am so turned on, I could cum from my pussy any time now. I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I push my hips forward, grinding my pussy against her mouth, riding her face, chasing my release. "Fuck, yes, just like that, pet," I groan, my voice ragged with lust. "Make me cum, make me fucking cum on your face."
She glares at me, her eyes filled with hatred, but her tongue is working overtime, licking and sucking, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I grab her hair, holding her in place, my hips bucking against her face, fucking her mouth, using her for my own pleasure. "Make me cum, make me fucking cum on your face. Show me how much you love eating my pussy."
She tries to pull away, but I hold her in place, my grip tightening in her hair. "Where do you think you're going, pet?" I growl, my voice low and dangerous. "You haven't finished your job yet."
Her eyes flash with defiance, but her body betrays her, her hips bucking slightly, seeking friction. I smirk, knowing I have her right where I want her. I grind my pussy against her mouth, my clit rubbing against her nose, her tongue lapping at my juices.
"Fuck, you lick me so good," I moan, my hips moving in a steady rhythm, fucking her face.
"I can feel your tongue, pet, lapping up every drop of my cum. You're such a good little slut, aren't you?"
She glares at me, her eyes filled with hatred, but her body tells a different story. Her hips are moving in time with mine, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her fingers digging into my thighs, holding on for dear life.
I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I grab her hair, holding her in place, my hips bucking wildly, fucking her face with abandon.
"ahhh yes I'm cumming" I scream as my orgasm rips through me, my pussy pulsing, my juices coating her lips and chin. I grind my pussy against her mouth, riding out my orgasm, milking every last drop of pleasure from it.
I finally collapse, my body spent, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I pull away from her, my pussy glistening with our combined juices, my thighs coated in sweat. I look down at her, her face covered in my cum, her lips swollen and red from my abuse.
She's panting, her chest heaving, her eyes filled with a mix of hatred and desire. I can see the struggle in her eyes, the war between her body's needs and her mind's defiance.
"Look at you, pet," I taunt, my voice low and husky. "Covered in my cum, your face a mess. You look like the little slut you are."
She glares at me, her eyes flashing with anger, but I can see the truth in them. She loves it, loves being used like this, loved having her body pushed to its limits. She is so perfect, "I will see you again tonight, until then you may dress if you want, " I say as I walk away, leaving her naked and breathless on the bed. I can hear her muttering curses under her breath, but I don't care. I've marked her, claimed her, and she knows it.
I leave her to her thoughts, to her anger and her shame. I know she'll be back, she'll come crawling back to me, begging for more. Because despite her protests, her body knows what it wants, and it wants me. I check and confirm she stole my gun, I smile waiting to see how it works out when she discovers it will only work for me. i walk over to my walk in wardrobe filled with outfits, and pick out a new outfit to wear, taking off my coat I get changed, putting on a leather corset that pushes my tits up and out, a pair of black latex leggings that hug my ass and pussy perfectly, and a pair of knee-high boots. I walk back out to find Orion dressed in one of my silk robes, her hair damp from a shower, her face still flushed from earlier. She looks up at me, her eyes widening as she takes in my outfit.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" she snaps, her voice laced with venom.
I smirk, walking towards her, my hips swaying. "Just something comfortable," I say, my voice low and sultry. "come here" I demand as I sit down on the couch, patting my lap. She hesitates for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she studies me. Then, to my surprise, she walks over and sits down on my lap, straddling me. I can feel her heat through the thin silk of her robe, her pussy pressing against my stomach. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close, my hands roaming over her body, squeezing her ass, her tits. She stiffens at first, but then relaxes, her body melting into mine.
"do you want your own quarters? I will arrange it if you want, but I need to be able to trust you, can I trust you Orion" I ask as I stroke her hair, my fingers tangling in her long locks.
She looks at me, her eyes searching mine, trying to read my intentions. "Why should I trust you?" she asks, her voice laced with suspicion. "You took me against my will, you raped me, why should I trust anything you say?"
I sigh, my fingers still stroking her hair. "Because, pet, I could have killed you, I could have done so much worse to you, I can do anything I want to you. you should trust me because you have no choice." I say, my voice cold and unyielding. "But I'm willing to make this easier for you. If you behave, if you obey me, I'll treat you well. You'll have your own quarters, freedom to move within the ship, and I'll even let you have some of your own clothes. But disobey me, try to run, and... well, let's just say I have ways of making you regret it."
She glares at me, her eyes flashing with anger and defiance. "And what if I refuse?
What if I decide I'd rather take my chances with whatever 'ways' you have?" Orion challenged, her voice steady despite the fear I could see lurking in her eyes.
I smiled, a slow, predatory grin that made her shiver. "Then I suppose I'll just have to remind you of exactly who's in charge here."
Before she could respond, I stood up, lifting her with me and carrying her over to the large, ornate mirror that hung on the wall. I set her down in front of it, standing behind her, my hands resting on her shoulders.
"Look at us, pet," I murmur, my voice low and husky. "Look at how fucking beautiful we are together."
She glares at me, her eyes filled with hatred, but I can see the way her gaze flicks to our reflection, taking in the sight of us. Me, tall and dominant, my body lean and muscular, clad in my leather and latex outfit. And her, small and fragile-looking in comparison, her long black hair cascading down her back, her eyes bright with anger and defiance.
"you are beautiful, your long hair is so silky and beautiful, your eyes burn with passion, your lips are beautiful and kissable. I cant wait to rape you again tonight, but its up to you, do you stay here in a cage or do you get your own bed, your own space." I say as I stroke her cheek, my thumb tracing her bottom lip. She turns her head, biting my thumb, hard enough to draw blood. I laugh, a dark, dangerous sound, as I pull my thumb out of her mouth, showing her the blood. "Feisty, I like it, but mark me again and I will punish you." I warn her, my voice low and menacing.
She glares at me, her eyes filled with defiance.
"I won't be your pet, your plaything. I won't give in to you."
I smirk, my hand still cupping her cheek, my thumb brushing against her bottom lip. "Strong words from someone who's currently naked and at my mercy."
She swallows hard, her eyes darting to the side, avoiding my gaze. "I won't break."
I chuckle, a dark, cruel sound. "Oh, pet, you are perfect, now in to your cage, I'll return later for you." I turn away giving her plenty of time to move my gun in secret, listening carefully for what she does.
I hear her rummaging through my things, and I allow myself a small smile. Let her think she's getting one over on me. I walk over to the cage, gesturing for her to get in the force field.
She hesitates, her eyes narrowing as she looks at the cage, then back at me. "Get in, pet," I say, my voice firm. She glares at me, her jaw clenched, but she steps into the cage, the force field humming to life around her. I watch as she tests the boundaries, her hands pressing against the invisible barrier, her eyes filled with frustration and anger. I smirk, enjoying her struggle. "Comfortable?" I ask, my voice laced with mock concern. She snarls at me, her hands curling into fists.
"This is fucking ridiculous. You can't keep me locked up like an animal."
I raise an eyebrow, leaning against the force field, crossing my arms over my chest. "Watch me, pet. Besides, I thought you didn't need your own quarters? You had a chance."
"I have work to do, Rape you later." I say with a smirk as I walk away swaying my hips sensually.
I can feel her eyes burning into my back, her anger palpable. I don't care. I enjoy the game, the chase, the control. I walk over to my desk, sitting down in my plush chair, turning to face the cage. She's pacing now, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes flashing with anger. I wish I could just sit and watch her, but I need to go to the bridge. I leave and when I exit, I have the computer scan my room for weapons, "stashed under the bed, clever, she can deny taking it, but it has the best opportunity to surprise me. this will be fun" I say to myself before heading to the ships bridge.
I arrive to find my crew in disarray, arguing amongst themselves. "Silence!" I bark, my voice echoing through the room. They snap to attention, their eyes fixed on me. "We have a situation," one of them says, stepping forward. "we lost too much coolant, our engines need repair soon, we need to go to a closer depot then F." Another steps forward "The captain said we are going to F we go to F." I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "Where is Lyra?" I demand, my voice sharp. "She's in engineering, she was called about the engine," the first officer replies, his eyes darting nervously. "why can't we reach F? brief me on the situation." I demand as I walk over to the navigation console, pulling up the star charts. "We're too far out, Jen," the first officer says, his voice hesitant. "The closest depot is a week away, and that's if we push the engines to their current limit. F is two weeks away, but it's our best option for repairs." I study the charts, my mind racing. We can't afford to lose any more coolant, not if we want to make it to F. But a week is too long, too risky. I need a solution, and I need it now.
"you are right, F is too far without coolant. However it is up to whoever had command of the bridge to decide, Who did Lyra leave in charge?" I demand, the first officer pointing to the second.
"He insisted we stay on course, said you'd want us to follow orders." I glare at him, my eyes narrowing. "Is that so?" I say, my voice low and dangerous. He swallows hard, his eyes darting nervously. "Yes, Captain," he mumbles. "If you are in charge, you listen to recommendations and then chose the best call, when I gave that order there was a reason we weren't going to the closest option. However I did not know how bad the engines were at the time. Do not blindly follow my orders, If you learn something, Make a call, it is what being in charge of the bridge is about. If you need advice, Interrupt me. I will answer, you will just have to listen to me enjoying my new toy when you call." I say staring into his eyes dominantly.
"Yes captain, I will do better next time." he replies
"Do a system scan, any wrecks or lone ships we can raid for coolant? We need to get to F as soon as we can." I order, waiting for a reply hoping we luck out.
I wait the two minutes for the scan, looking at the crew looking back at me.
"Captain, we've found something," the scanner operator says, breaking the silence. "It's a derelict ship, drifting nearby. No signs of life, but it might have coolant." I nod, a plan forming in my mind. "Good. We'll send a team to investigate. Set a course, what is our ETA?
I ask, my mind already racing with plans. "Two hours, Captain," the navigator replies. Assemble a team, we're going to board that ship. Take what we need and get back here as fast as possible." I turn to the second in command, "You are leading the team. pick two other crew members and I will meet you in the airlock in 90 minutes."
I sit on my throne and look over the computer readouts. "any other updates I need to be briefed on?"
I ask, my eyes scanning the crew, waiting for any other issues to arise. There's a pause, then one of the crew members speaks up, "Captain, there's been an incident in the lower decks. A fight broke out among some of the crew, and... well, they damaged some equipment." I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Who's responsible?" I ask, my voice calm but firm. The crew member swallows hard, "It was Cassandra, captain . She started it." I nod, making a mental note to deal with her later. "Anything else?" I ask, my eyes scanning the crew. There's a shake of heads, a murmured "No, Captain." Go get Cassandra and bring her here along with whoever was involved." I draw my cutlass from the side of my throne and inspect the edge. Sharp as always.
A few minutes later, two crew members are brought in in handcuffs. Cassandra is
among them, her eyes defiant as she glares at me. I stand up, my cutlass still in hand, and walk towards them. I stop in front of Cassandra, my eyes locked onto hers. "You caused trouble, Cassandra," I say, my voice low and dangerous. "You know the rules. You know the consequences." She smirks, her eyes gleaming with challenge. "Do your worst, Jen," she taunts, her voice laced with venom. I smile, a slow, predatory grin that makes her falter slightly. I look to the other man, a newer crewmember only joined a few months ago, his eyes flicking back and forth between my and the blade I carry. "Josh You know the rules, Tell me what happened." I demand pointing my sword at his chest.
Josh gulps, his eyes wide, "Cassandra started it, Captain. She was drunk, causing trouble, and when I tried to intervene, she attacked me. I only fought back to defend myself." I glance at Cassandra, her smirk replaced with a scowl. "Is that true, Cassandra?" I ask, my voice deceptively calm. She rolls her eyes, "He's lying, Jen. He's the one who started it." I tsk, shaking my head, "Such lies. Such disrespect." I turn back to Josh, "I ordered you to tell me what happened, not throw around blame." He gulps, his eyes darting nervously. "She was drunk, Captain. She started shouting, calling people names, and when I told her to knock it off, she punched me. I nod, my eyes narrowing as I look at Cassandra. I ask, my voice low and dangerous. She glares at me, her jaw clenched. "Fuck you, Jen. I don't have to explain myself to you." I smirk, my eyes gleaming with amusement. "Josh, what did she say and to who." I ask, my voice calm and collected.
"She called me a useless piece of shit, Captain. Said I wasn't fit to serve on this ship. I tried to walk away, but she grabbed me, started hitting me." His voice shakes as he recounts the event.
I lift up Cassandra's chin with the tip of my sword, "What equipment did you damage?" I ask my eyes narrowed , my voice low and dangerous. She glares at me, her jaw clenched, but she doesn't answer. I press the blade harder against her skin, drawing a bead of blood. "Answer me, Cassandra," I growl, my voice laced with threat. She swallows hard, her eyes flicking to the blade. "The cooling unit," she mumbles, her voice barely audible. I nod, satisfied with her response. "And why did you do that?" I ask, my voice still low and dangerous. She hesitates, her eyes darting away from mine.
I press the blade harder against her skin, drawing another bead of blood. She swallows hard, her eyes flicking back to mine. "I was angry," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to hurt something, and the cooling unit was the closest thing."
I nod, understanding her anger but not condoning her actions. "And now, Cassandra, it's time for you to face the consequences of your actions." I step back, lowering my cutlass. "Strip," I order, my voice firm. Cassandra glares at me, her eyes filled with defiance, but she complies, slowly peeling off her clothes until she stands before me naked, her body tense with anger and humiliation. I circle her, my eyes roaming over her curves, taking in every inch of her flesh. "Turn around," I command, and she spins, presenting me with her back. I trace the line of her spine with the tip of my cutlass, watching as she shivers at the contact. "Bend over," I say, my voice low and dangerous.
Cassandra hesitates for a moment, her eyes flashing with defiance, but she eventually complies, bending at the waist, her hands gripping the back of a nearby chair. I can see her pussy, glistening and ready, her asshole puckered tightly. I run the flat of my blade along her spine, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. "Spread your legs," I order, and she widens her stance, opening herself up to me.
I step closer, my body pressed against hers, my breath hot on her ear. "count to ten" I whisper, my voice low and dangerous. She nods, her body trembling with anticipation. I trail the tip of my cutlass down her spine, over the curve of her ass, until it rests against her pussy. She gasps, her body tensing, but she doesn't move. I press the blade lightly against her, feeling her wetness coating the metal. before taking it back and slapping the side of it along her bare ass "One," she whispers, her voice ragged. I smile, my grin wicked. I strike her again across the ass with the flat of my blade "Two," she moans, her hips pushing back against the blade.
I can see her pussy dripping, her arousal clear. I slide the blade down, pressing it against her clit, rubbing it gently before spanking her again with it. She gasps, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Three," she whimpers, her voice barely audible. I smirk, enjoying her struggle, her fight to maintain control. I don't give her time to recover, "Four, Five, Six" she counts as I spank her three times in rapid succession, her ass turning a beautiful shade of pink.
I slide the blade down, pressing it against her entrance, teasing her. "Seven," she moans, "Not yet, you count at my pace not yours," I slap her ass with my bare hand, leaving a red print. "Seven" I strike her again feeling her wetness on my hand "Eight" I lightly stroke her pussy before spanking her again.
"Nine" she moans her pussy dripping. I turn to Josh, looking at his obvious discomfort. "Why is this happening Josh, tell me." I demand, my voice firm and commanding. He gulps, his eyes darting nervously between me and Cassandra's naked, punished body. "I-I don't know, Captain. I've never seen her like this before." Her body is covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her breathing ragged, her eyes glazed over with lust and humiliation. I can see her pussy, swollen and dripping, her ass red and tender from my blade. I can smell her arousal, heavy and intoxicating in the air.
"Did you hit her back? when she called you a little wimp, a little shit, a waste of air?" I ask, my voice low and dangerous, my eyes locked onto Josh's. He gulps, his eyes flicking to Cassandra's exposed, punished body before returning to mine. "Y-yes, Captain," he stammers, his face flushing with embarrassment. I nod, satisfied with his response. "Good, she was sturing up shit to get in trouble. Now, why is she being punished?" I ask, turning my attention back to Cassandra. She glares at me, her eyes filled with hatred and humiliation. "Because you're a fucking sadist, Jen," she spits, her voice laced with venom. "Guilty as charged," I say, my voice low and dangerous. my hand rubbing her bare ass. "Josh answer or you take her place." I threaten, my voice cold and unyielding. "She damaged equipment, Captain. She was out of line, and she knows it." Now, watch and learn, Josh. This is what happens when you disobey me." I turn my attention back to Cassandra, my hand still rubbing her reddened ass. I rear back my hand and crack it down causing and echo, "Ten," she moans, her voice ragged with desire and humiliation. I smirk, my cock throbbing in my pants. "Now, get dressed. how long for you to repair the cooling unit?" I ask Cassandra.
She glares at me, her eyes filled with hatred, but she answers, "Two hours, maybe less if I have help." Get dressed and get to work. And Cassandra?" I add, my voice low and dangerous. She turns to look at me, her eyes narrowing. "Yes, Captain?" she sneers. "stop picking fights with the new crew members or I wont spank you again." I threaten, knowing why she did all this.
She wants my attention, she wants me to notice her, to punish her. She's a masochist, and I'm more than happy to oblige. I turn to Josh, "You, loosten up, you aren't on a union ship, we are fucking pirates, she says you don't belong here, punch her in the mouth. If you are meek the crew wont respect you. If you cant do that, ignore them until you prove yourself and make them eat their words. as long as you don't cause any lasting wounds or damage anything you are free to fight, as long as app parties consent you are free to fuck, as long as it doesnt belong to anyone on the crew, you are free to steal, and always have each other's back. that is the code I have set, and everyone must follow it. now stand in front of me and repeat it." I order staring him down.
He gulps, his eyes flicking nervously between me and Cassandra's still naked, punished body. "I-I understand, Captain," he stammers, his voice barely audible. "Louder, Josh," I demand, my voice firm and commanding. "I understand, Captain!" he shouts, his voice finally finding some semblance of strength. "Good," I say, my voice low and dangerous. "Now Cassandra, get dressed and get to work. Josh, what is the code. Repeat it." I order.
"No serious harm to other members of the crew. No rape of the crew, No stealing from the crew." he says with some confidence. I smile before giving him an order. "Go with Cassandra and assist her in her repairs, she is very good at repairing them." I order Josh, he nods and follows Cassandra out of the room.
I pull up internal coms on my console and call the engine room. "James, is Lyra still there?" I ask, my voice sharp and demanding. There's a pause, then James' voice comes over the comm. "Yes, Captain. She's here." "Put her on," I order, my eyes scanning the crew, waiting for any other issues to arise. There's a click, then Lyra's voice comes over the comm. "Jen, what do you need?" she asks, her voice brusque and professional. "Lyra, I need you to prep the shuttle. We're going to board a derelict ship nearby. It might have coolant." "Understood, Captain. I'll have it ready in thirty minutes." " Come to the bridge when you are done." I say before ending the call.
This is the part of space travel I hate, the waiting. I need something to do. Something to distract me from the waiting. I let my mind wander to Orion waiting for me in my quarters, shes probably ploting some kind of escape or some way to hurt me. I am looking forwards to crushing her attempt and forcing myself on her for her efforts. Or maybe I can make her wear a strap on and fuck my pussy. I can set it up, bend over on the bed and let her think she has the drop on me before crushing her plan and her hope. "Captain, I detected a Union ship following us, just on the edge of our sensor range" The sensor operator tells me, breaking me out of my thoughts.
"How long until they catch up?" I ask, my mind racing. "At their current speed, about eight hours, Captain." I curse under my breath, running a hand through my hair. "We need that coolant, and we need it now. We can't afford to lead them straight to it." I turn to the navigator, "Can we lose them?" They shake their head, "Not without changing course significantly, Captain. It would delay our arrival at the derelict ship." We will have to work fast and hope luck is on our side, once our engines are working at normal capacity we will outrun anything the union has easily. "James how long to install the coolant once we have it?" I ask over a call.
"anywhere from a few minutes to an hour depending on if we need to reformulate it" he responds. "Get ready to work quick, we have company coming in eight hours and I don't want to be here when they arrive." I bark at the crew, my eyes scanning the room, settling on Lyra as she enters the bridge. "Shuttle's prepped, Captain," she says, her voice steady and calm. I nod, standing up from my throne. "You have command while I am gone, I will take command of the search team, keep an eye on our upcoming guest." I say before walking off the bridge and to the quarter master.
I walk through the corridors with purpose arriving at my destination, the largest area of the ship, our cargo bay and store room.
I find the quartermaster, a burly man named Grunt, organizing supplies. "Grunt, I need a favor," I say, my voice firm and commanding. He looks up, his eyes meeting mine. "What do you need, Captain?" he asks, his voice gruff. "I need a strap-on, the biggest one you have," I say, my voice low and dangerous. His eyebrows shoot up, surprise etched on his face. "You want a what now?" he asks, his voice incredulous. "You heard me, Grunt. I want it at least as large as I am. deliver it to my quarters." I say as I collect a tool kit, rifle and a standard pistol.
Grunt raises an eyebrow at me. I know he has some, the crew uses them at times but it's not something I have asked him for before. "I have the one you molded before your accident." Grunt says, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "That will do nicely." I reply, remembering the massive silicone monstrosity he had crafted for me. "Make sure it's lubed up and ready to go." I order, my mind already racing with images of Orion's face as she realizes what's about to happen. I grab the weapons and toolkit, leaving Grunt to his task.
my next stop is the airlock to collect my EVA suit, before heading into the shuttle. I trust Lyra with my life but I double check her preparations, we don't have time to waste when we arrive.
The shuttle is stocked with everything we could need, including emergency rations and medical supplies. I strap myself into the pilot's seat, going through the pre-flight checklist with practiced ease. When the team arrives I take command, "We have a time limit now, we need to work fast, in 6 Hours a Union ship will arrive, we need to be back in 5 hours at most, with the coolant on board, under 3 preferably so our trail has time to dissipate after we are gone, We will be going in with full EVA gear Incase it is not air tight, this is a cargo ship any booty we can acquire is a bonus but the coolant is our main goal. Be safe, work fast and go in weapons ready In case of security bots." I bark at the team, my eyes scanning each of them, ensuring they understand the gravity of the situation. They nod, their faces set with determination. I call Lyra, "You have command, keep us updated on the Union ship's progress." She nods, her eyes serious. "Aye, Captain."
We disembark from the shuttle, the derelict ship looming before us, its hull rusted and pitted from years of exposure to the vacuum of space. I lead the team inside, our boots echoing on the metal grating as we make our way through the dark, narrow corridors. "Captain, there is atmosphere but it is old air." One crew member says.
I nod, my mind focused on the task at hand. We reach the engine room, the source of the coolant. It's a mess, pipes burst, coolant leaking everywhere. But there's enough left for us to siphon off. I bark orders, "Start collecting the coolant, be careful, we don't have much time." I grab a pipe wrench and start disconnecting the damaged pipes, trying to salvage as much coolant as possible.
We work quickly, efficiently, the tension of the impending Union ship hanging over us like a dark cloud. "while the coolant drains, lets find out what happened here and if there were any valuables left behind." I order the team, my eyes scanning the chaos of the engine room. We split up, searching the ship, finding nothing but empty cabins and broken equipment.
"captain, this ship was a black market smuggler, they appear to have been attacked by other pirates." I hear over the short range coms from the crew mate left behind to keep an eye on the coolant.
"Captain, we have a problem. The Union ship is gaining speed, they'll be here in four hours now." I curse under my breath, "We're almost done here, keep an eye on them and warn us if they change course." I respond, my mind racing. We need to hurry, but we also need to be thorough. I can't risk leaving anything valuable behind.
I turn to the crew, "We need to wrap this up, now. Grab anything useful and let's go." We hustle back to the engine room, the sound of our boots echoing through the empty ship.
The coolant transfer is almost complete, the hose connected to our ship's system greedily sucking up the precious liquid. I grab a nearby crate, using it to stand on and survey the room. My eyes land on a small, locked cabinet tucked away in the corner. "Check that out," I order, pointing at it. One of my crewmates, a burly man named Thorne, steps forward, his crowbar already in hand. He wedges it into the gap between the cabinet door and its frame, leveraging it open with a satisfying creak.
Inside, we find a cache of engine parts, a small but significant find. Thorne begins loading our prize onto a cart to bring back to the shuttle when I hear from two of the crew over the radio. "we found what's left of the crew, they were tied up and left in a room they haven't eaten in days and well only 3 of the 8 are still alive, two women and a man, they are in rough shape." I hear in their report. "Free them and give them some rations from the shuttle if they are willing to be strip searched and find a way to pay for their rescue." I order.
"We'll take them with us, but they'll have to earn their keep. Bring them to the shuttle, and make sure they're searched thoroughly. I don't want any surprises."
We finish transferring the coolant and gather our newfound treasures, rushing back to the shuttle. The rescued crew members are brought aboard, their eyes wide with fear and gratitude. I can see the hunger in their eyes, the desperation. They'll do whatever it takes to survive.
Once we're all aboard, I seal the shuttle and initiate the launch sequence. "Lyra, how's our tail?" I ask over the comm.
"They're closing in, Captain. ETA three hours," Lyra responds, her voice tense. I curse under my breath, pushing the shuttle to its limits. We burst through the airlock and into the cargo hold of my ship, the sudden deceleration pressing us into our seats. I don't wait for the engines to fully shut down before I'm unbuckling myself and standing up. "Move, move, move!" I shout, ushering the rescued crew members and my own team towards the exit. "Lyra, get us out of here. shuttle is secured." I order over the radio. "you two get this coolant to James. Thorne come with me we are bringing these three to Nikos for a checkup." I order, leading the way to the medbay.
Nikos is at the ready when we arrive, he immidaitely comes over looking at the captives and bringing them to beds to be checked up, their naked bodies shivering "Who are these people captain, what happened to them?" Nikos asks me while looking them over, making note of the bruises from their bindings and the remains of mess that was wiped away back on the derelict with their discarded clothes.
"We found them bound, they were attacked by other pirates." I explain to Nikos, my eyes scanning the three rescued crew members. Their bodies are thin, their skin pale from lack of food and sunlight. Nikos nods, his expression grave as he examines them, his gloved hands gentle yet efficient. "They're dehydrated, malnourished, and they've got some nasty bruises. But they'll live." He looks up at me, his eyes serious. "They need rest, proper food, and hydration. And they need to be watched, in case they go into shock."
I nod, turning to Thorne. "Get them cleaned up and fed, keep an eye on them for shock, or other things." He nods, understanding the unspoken threat.
"You are all lucky to be alive, but you have the poor luck to have been rescued by Jen's corsairs. You will be fed and cared for, but you each have to make one of four choices." I look at them each I see the fear in their eyes when they hear my name, it brings a smile to my lips. "You must pay for your rescue, Either you work off your debt, you pay with treasure or valuables, You pay with your bodies, or you are loot for us to sell." I explain, my voice cold and unyielding. I see the realization dawning in their eyes, the fear and resignation. "Which will it be?" I ask, my eyes scanning each of them. The first woman, a petite brunette with haunted eyes, speaks up. "I-I have some jewelry, hidden in my boot. It's not much, but it's all I have." I nod, my eyes lingering on her curves. "And what about you?" I ask the second woman, a tall, lithe blonde with fiery eyes. She glares at me, her chin lifted defiantly.
"I won't fuck you for my freedom, Jen. I'd rather die." I raise an eyebrow, a slow, predatory smile spreading across my face. "Strong words from someone who's already half-dead, darling. But I admire your spirit." I turn to the man, who's been silent this whole time. He's young, maybe mid-twenties, with a lean, wiry build and dark, terrified eyes. "And what about you, pretty boy? What are you willing to offer for your life?"
He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"I-I don't have anything. No money, no jewelry... nothing." He trails off, his eyes darting nervously between me and the two women. I smirk, taking a step closer to him. "Well, pretty boy, it seems you and the bombshell have a choice to make, how do you want to pay your way? will you work, are you treasure, or will you use your bodies. I am a bastard, but I do not allow rape on my ship unless I am the one doing it, If you pay with your body, you are able to say no to requests and you are protected from harm, but I expect you to serve both men and women regardless of your gender. If one of you is willing to be treated, lets say rougher, Then all three of you will be provided a room instead of a cell and a larger amount of food." My eyes flick back and forth between the pretty boy and blonde woman.
"Ill work my way," the blonde bombshell says bringing a smile to my face with her confidence despite her emaciated state. "You seem like you will get along well here, you have eighteen hours to eat, sleep and recover, Thorne here will keep an eye on you, assist you and tell you what to do after that time is up. How about you pretty boy?" I turn to the man but am surprised by the petite brunette when she speaks up "Ill do it, if you give Alexandria more time to recover" I turn to her an eyebrow raised. "You are volunteering your body for the other two despite the fact you offered jewelry to pay?" I ask with a wicked smile.
She nods, her eyes cast downwards, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Good girl," I murmur, my voice low and approving. I turn to the pretty boy, who's been watching our exchange with wide-eyed disbelief. "And what about you, sweetheart? You gonna let this little lady take the heat for you?" I taunt, my voice dripping with mockery. He swallows hard, his eyes darting between me and the petite brunette. "I-I can't. Ill do it too." he stutters, his voice barely above a whisper. I chuckle, shaking my head.
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