Chapter 3: Rising Action
The next day, or what felt like the next day to Chloe and Anya given the lack of a consistent day-night cycle on the spaceship, they stood beneath the hot, steaming spray of the group shower, soaping up their breasts and vaginas, washing away the cum of the Captain and the pirates. Chloe looked over at Anya, her eyes taking in her perfect naked body, her perfect ass and pussy with a small triangle of pubic hair.
"No wonder the Captain and those pirates had their way with us," Chloe commented, her voice low and bitter.
Anya shook her head, a sad smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "I thought the Captain promised us clothes after the pirates took them. All he did was ravage us."
Chloe chuckled, a harsh, humorless sound. "Did you really think he was going to give us clothes? He wants us to stay naked," Anya muttered, her voice barely audible over the spray of the shower. She looked down at her bare feet, her once-manicured toes now dull and chipped.
"But how are we supposed to get new clothes? We can't exactly go to the merchants like this," Chloe said, gesturing to their naked bodies. "The pirates took everything—our clothes, our money, even our hair ties and contraceptives."
Anya's voice was laced with bitterness as she rinsed the shampoo from her hair. "And now, we're left with nothing but our bodies and the Captain's promises."
Chloe scoffed, "Promises? You call that a promise? More like a threat. 'You're mine now. I'll use you as I see fit.' Fucking hell, Anya, we're not his playthings."
Anya sighed, her eyes closed as she let the water cascade over her body. "I know, Chloe. I know. But what can we do? We can't fight him.
We can't even spend time away from him. He's always there, watching us, touching us, fucking us...
Anya's voice trailed off as a large, calloused hand wrapped around her waist, tugging her back against a hard, naked, muscular body. She knew who it was without looking. The Captain.
"What are you two whispering about?" he says in her ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine as he joins them in the shower.
Anya could feel Chloe tensing beside her, but she kept her voice steady. "Nothing, Captain. Just...
discussing our situation," Anya replied, trying to keep her voice even as Rex's hands began to roam her body, his palms skimming over her wet skin, his touch both comforting and threatening.
Rex hummed in her ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin. "Our situation, hmm? And what situation would that be, Anya?" He reached around her, his hands finding her breasts, squeezing and caressing them roughly.
"Our situation is that this ship isn't moving, Captain," Chloe interjected, her voice steady despite her trembling body. "We're still here, floating in space, because the pirates damaged the engines. And we're running low on supplies. They took everything from the maintenance bay—even our emergency rations."
dark side silhouette and partial back image lit by an unseen yellow light of two women's heads while washing hair in a gray futuristic shower, leaning forward, thick image distortion from steam fills the shower and obscures body. soapy bubbles. long hair. They are covered in white soap bubbles, leaning forward, loose hair, thin gray steam in foreground obscures bottom of image
Chloe continued, her voice shaking slightly from the closeness of Rex's body. "We need to repair the ship ASAP. Can we get some credits? I'll use the solar shuttle to travel to the nearest space station. We'll also need to borrow some clothes."
Rex chuckled, a low rumble in his chest as he continued to caress Anya's body. "Borrow? My dear, you don't need clothes. You're perfect just as you are." Anya flinched as she felt something hard and insistent pressing against her ass. She looked over her shoulder to see Rex's cock, already hard and ready, the tip glistening with precum.
"Captain, what are you—?" she started to ask, but he cut her off with his cock sliding up and down her butt crack, rubbing against her skin. Anya gasped, her body tensing as he continued to rub himself against her.
She could feel his cock, hot and hard, sliding up and down her butt crack, coating her skin with his precum. She knew what he wanted, what he intended to do, and she couldn't help but push back against him, her body responding despite her mind's protests.
Rex groaned, his hands gripping her hips tighter, his cock growing harder, longer. He loved her responsiveness, her body's willingness to take him, even if her mind was still fighting it. He lined himself up with her entrance, his cockhead teasing her wetness, before slowly, deliberately pushing into her.
Anya moaned, her head falling forward, her hands bracing herself against the wall of the shower. She could feel every inch of him as he slid inside, her body stretching to accommodate his size.
Anya pushed back against him, arching her back to take more of him. She could feel his cock twitching, his breath hot on her neck, his hands gripping her hips tighter. She knew what he wanted, what he needed, and she was going to give it to him. "Come for me, Captain," she whispered, her voice ragged with desire and need. "Come inside me."
Rex groaned, his hips speeding up, his cock pounding into her with brutal force. He could feel her walls clenching around him, her body pushing back against his, her voice in his ear, urging him on. He couldn't hold back, not with her like this, not with her body so eager, so ready. With a final, brutal thrust, he came, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum, his body shaking with the force of his release.
He held her tight for a moment, his breath ragged, before slowly pulling out, his softening cock slipping from her body. He gave her ass a gentle pat, a gesture that was almost affectionate, before turning and stepping out of the shower. Anya watched him go, her body still tingling from his touch, her mind still reeling from what had just happened.
Chloe watched him leave as well, her eyes narrowing as she turned to face Anya. "See?" she said, her voice bitter. "He won't give us anything. He turned into a whole other person since he saw that video of the pirates on top of us."
Chloe's voice was barely a whisper as she reached for the soap to lather up her hair. "We can't just stay here, naked and helpless. We need supplies, and we need something to cover ourselves. Even a sock would be better than nothing."
Anya nodded in agreement, her mind racing with possibilities. "You're right. There's got to be something we can use. The pirates couldn't have taken everything. They left behind something, I know it."
She stepped out of the shower, using the power-dryer to dry the water off her body. There used to be towels, but the Captain took them away to keep them naked.
“Fuck, we were supposed to be fixing the goddamn ship, not... not this. We need to find something, anything. I can't keep doing this.”
'We can wrap ourselves with toilet paper?" says Anya, thinking out of the box. Chloe slaps her face. "Really? Toilet paper? We need real solutions. Let's go back to the maintenance bay where this all started."
Chloe's voice was resolute, her eyes blazing with a mix of fear and determination. Anya nodded, her body tingling with a strange mix of anticipation and dread as she followed Chloe out of the shower and into the ship's narrow corridors.
They moved swiftly through the ship, their naked bodies glistening with water droplets, their skin still tingling from Rex's brutal touch. They knew he was watching them, his eyes following their every move, his hunger palpable. But they couldn't think about that now. They needed to focus on their mission.
They needed supplies, and they needed clothes, damn it. They couldn't just show up at the space station and deal with the merchants naked.
As they approached the maintenance bay, the scene of their violation, Chloe's steps faltered. She could still see the outlines of the pirates, could still feel their dirty hands on her skin, their hot, putrid breath on her face. She shuddered, her stomach churning with a mix of fear and revulsion. She took a deep, steadying breath, her resolve hardening.
"Look under everything, there could be a scrap of cloth anywhere" she urged Anya who's already trying to push a large metal crate aside.
Anya's eyes widened as her hand brushed against something rough and familiar under the crate. She tugged at it, her heart pounding with hope, and out came a piece of their torn jumpsuit. It was their uniform, torn off during the pirate's assault, but now it felt like a lifeline. Anya quickly tore the fabric into two pieces, one larger than the other. "Here, we can tie these around our waists," she said, her voice filled with newfound determination.
Chloe snatched the larger piece from Anya's hands, her brows furrowed. "This is barely enough to cover our vaginas. Our butts and boobs will still be on display," she complained, but her voice lacked the usual bite. She knew that this was the best they could do for now.
As they stood in the dimly lit maintenance bay, the hum of machinery creating an eerie atmosphere, Anya's eyes scanned the floor, searching for anything that could be of use. Her gaze fell upon a coil of rope in the corner, left behind by the pirates. She walked over to it, her steps tentative, her body still tingling with the aftermath of Rex's brutal touch.
"Anya, what are you looking at?" Chloe asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and dread.
Anya picked up the rope, her fingers brushing against its rough exterior. She turned to Chloe, her eyes filled with a mix of determination and apprehension. "We can use this," she said, her voice steady despite her trembling hands.
"We'll wrap some pieces of rope around our necks. It should hang down and hide our breasts a little, our nipples at least."
Chloe looked at the rope, her brows furrowing in thought. "That might work," she admitted. "It'll be uncomfortable, but it's better than having everything on display."
Anya nodded, her fingers already working at the rope, tearing off a few lengths. She handed one to Chloe, then began to wrap her own around her neck. The rope was rough and coarse, scratching against her skin, but she welcomed the sensation. It was a small act of defiance, a way to reclaim some control over their bodies.
Chloe watched as Anya tied the rope around her neck, the ends dangling down, barely covering her nipples. She copied Anya's movements, her fingers fumbling with the rope.
"You know, the Captain could be watching us right now," Chloe said, her voice tinged with both fear and anger. "He's probably enjoying this."
Anya nodded, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Let him watch. "
Chloe gave a bitter laugh. "Easier said than done, but you're right. We need to get out of here, find some supplies, and fix this ship. Let's get in the solar shuttle and head toward that space station. Maybe we'll get lucky and find some clothes along the way."
Anya looked at her friend, her eyes filled with newfound determination. "Let's go."