She felt her own wetness dripping from her core and onto his hand, down her thighs, and onto the floor. Surely he had enough? But still he held himself inside her, his firm fingers pressing against places even she didn’t know she had. The roaring turned to a wail, a shadow of the silent sound escaping through her lips and into the room. Her hips bucked. Her body rose again. Why was he still inside her? Why did this feel so good? Her body began to shake.
A climax tore through her and she moaned a guttural, shameful moan. A moan she’d never believed anyone would hear. Her body shook, a puppet on his hand, but still he wouldn’t leave her. He left himself inside her soaked pussy as she came again, as if he needed to feel her shudder by his hand.
* * *
Riks felt the uncomfortable strain of his cock against the fabric of his flight suit. He’d watched her body, knowing she was coming, watched her pussy tightening its grip on the two fingers he had inside her. All he could think about was telling her to leave herself open, stripping his clothes, and pushing himself inside the wet tightness of her flesh.
His breathing was heavy but he was certain she couldn’t hear. As the last shudders of her ecstasy shook through her body, he held his fingers inside her for a moment longer, relishing the heat of her around him. When he pulled slowly out, he said nothing and neither did she.
He coated the stiff end of the tube in her juices, letting her scent wash over him. The sharp, fresh smell made him even harder and it took all his will to resist his desire. Once the tube was sufficiently slippery, he moved it to the opening of her rear.
* * *
Rena felt the tube at her anus. It seemed to be wider than the thermometer the doctor had used and she wondered if her body could take such a thing. But even if she’d felt compelled to, her body was too limp to resist. With her hands still behind her back, she spread herself wider, opening herself to take the length of the tube.
It slipped inside her easily, though she grunted at the intrusion. It was the second time in her life she felt anything passing into that hole. She never would have thought she could feel pleasure from something like that, but her body reacted with more arousal as Riks forced the thing deeper into her. She tried to look back, to see how he was doing it but she could only crane her neck enough to see the sack filled with fluid, now suspended above her body by his hand.
She heard him move his hand, heard the faint squeak of a valve, and then felt a fullness that invaded her as the solution from the sack sank into her body. “Oh!” she cried, as the liquid filled her so full she thought she couldn’t take any more. Had the nurse done this with everyone watching, she would have been just as ashamed as she’d been during the doctor’s examination. Now, because it was Riks, she could only feel more pleasure at the sensation.
He stopped the valve and she felt the tube being pulled out. Rena gasped, worried that the fluid inside her might spill out onto the floor. But as soon as the tube had left her, she felt the hardness of something pressing against the ring of her hole. She remembered the small implement the nurse had given him.
“Ah!” she gasped, her eyes widening at the sudden pressure as he pushed the plug past her muscle and it nestled snugly into her ass. The feeling of fullness, coupled with the plug pressing on her insides, was overwhelming.
“You can stop spreading yourself now,” Riks said softly.
She did as she was told, her arms shaking from holding herself open for so long.
“You’ll have to hold it inside you. That’s what she told me to do with you.”
Rena closed her eyes. How could he have felt nothing at what had just happened between them? Did he understand how he’d made her body feel? She felt her fury melting in the desperate need to tell him what he’d done to her. To turn around and beg him to do it again.
No, she thought. This is all just my imagination. He feels none of this.
So instead, she held her pose in silence.
* * *
How can she say nothing? Riks stood wondering. He had watched her climax by his hand, felt her body clenching around him and now she was acting as if nothing had happened between them?
His body begged to touch her again but he denied it. No. He would train her, but he would not claim her as his own. Unless… but no. If she was so unmoved by what had happened, she obviously felt nothing for him. The thought that it might be so clawed at his heart and he had to work hard to push the feeling away.
What am I thinking? Claim her? No! She is money. She will pay the crew…
He looked down at her again, the tiny plug protruding from her anus a sign that he had marked her his for now anyway. He flexed. He couldn’t stand it any longer. It hadn’t been ten minutes but he couldn’t bear the sight of her before him any longer or he wouldn’t be responsible for his own actions.
“Get up,” he said quietly. “It’s time to finish this.”
* * *
Rena had trouble walking, the discomfort inside her causing her to spread her legs widely as she did. The sound of his cold, harsh voice telling her to get up had made her think twice about what had just happened. She must have been deluded, fooled by her body’s natural reaction into thinking she had feelings for him, or he for her. That was stupid. He was going to sell her and get his bounty as soon as they arrived on Ceto and she still had a chance to try to run.
As he pulled open the door to the head, she hatched a plan.
“Don’t be long,” he growled. “I have no qualms about coming in and getting you if you take too long.”
Rena walked awkwardly inside and as soon as the door closed behind her, crouched over the toilet. She reached around and grasped the hilt of the plug still deep inside her and tugged gently. As she pulled it out, the fluid inside her released into the toilet below and she almost groaned in relief at the sudden feeling of emptiness inside her. She dabbed at herself with some paper, then took a deep breath.
The door opened outward. Chances were good that he was still standing right in front of it. It wouldn’t take much…
She felt Riks take the full weight of the door, and her behind it, square in the chest. The impact knocked him from his feet and he staggered backwards until he hit the wall of the corridor behind him. Just before she bolted, she saw him fall to the floor.
Rena didn’t dare look back to see if she was being chased. She was naked, but she didn’t care. She would have to worry about that later. Right now the only thing that mattered was getting off the ship and her clothes were back in her cage, the opposite direction from the ramp.
She bolted through the dark corridor, hoping none of the grunts or the two helmsmen decided to come walking out in front of her. That would end badly for everyone.
The scream that rang through the corridor chilled her completely. Her body shook, urging her to run but she knew whose voice it belonged to. It was Jayne.
“God damn it!” she yelled through clenched teeth. Something about the sound of the girl’s voice made it impossible not to see the reason for her shriek. Rena turned down one of the smaller corridors, which by the smell of things led to the kitchen. She saw a door with a round window inside it. Still sprinting, she barreled through it and froze when she saw what was happening on the other side.
Jayne’s slender body was pinned to the floor, her clothes in torn scraps on the floor. She was just as naked as Rena was. Around her stood the four dirty grunts, their cocks at attention, tongues hanging out. Their gazes shot toward her, attracted by the noise of the door.
The scene filled Rena with rage. All the fury at being caught, all the terror at being sold came to focus in a single blinding point of white light inside her mind. Rena straightened and cracked her knuckles. She was going to enjoy this.
Rena felt her elbow connect with the first grunt’s jaw with a satisfying crack. That was going to hurt in the morning, she thought as she used the momentum from the blow to keep spinning in the same direction and raise her leg.
Her foot slammed dead center into the
second grunt’s chest, sending him flying across the room. Now there were only two left. She felt a pang of dismay at the fact that this was going to be over so quickly. Keeping one in her periphery, she pointed at the one in front of her then crooked a finger, beckoning him closer.
The dirty thing thought for no more than a second before scrambling to his feet and running toward the door. He slammed into Riks’ mighty frame, just as the man walked in.
* * *
Riks woke to a pounding in his head. He squinted through the dim light of the corridor. The panic of what had just happened slowly settled over him. No. No! She couldn’t be gone! Leaping up, he thundered through the corridor, opening doors and screaming her name. As he neared the ramp, he heard the commotion. It was coming from the kitchen. Spinning around, he began to run
The scene was something to behold. First he saw Rena. For a brief second he felt relief, then it occurred to him: what in the hell was she doing in the kitchen? He felt the grunt crash into his stomach and fall backwards. Looking up again he saw two others, both half-naked. Then he saw Jayne’s slender, fragile body, curled into a corner. It became apparent what had been going on.
Without hesitation, Riks picked up the grunt lying at his feet and tossed him backwards through the door. The thing would either escape or he’d deal with it later. He looked at Rena. She was eyeing the door behind him. He knew what she wanted and some part of him even wanted her to escape.
But he couldn’t let that happen. He saw her body tense then start to bolt. He reached out and caught her easily by the arm. She screamed. He brought her close and tucked her under one arm as she tried to kick herself free. He ran over to where Jayne was curled into a corner.
“You okay?” he asked, out of breath.
She nodded, but pulled her arms even tighter around her body. He didn’t want to, but he had to leave her. Just for a moment. Just enough time to chase the grunts away and get Rena back in the cage.
The remaining two had already scattered, probably through the corridor and out onto the platform past the ramp. It didn’t matter now. He’d have to find new crew later. He pushed through the corridor and into the belly of the ship. Putting Rena into the cage, he closed the door.
She looked broken there, inside her prison. Riks felt a pang of pity for the girl but now wasn’t the time. Running back to the kitchen, he grabbed a blanket and saw Jayne was where he’d left her. He wrapped the warm fabric around her and scooped her into his arms.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. They’d told him not to hire grunts on a ship with women. It was all his fault. He walked her to her bunk and set her softly down.
The sound of voices drifted through the corridor.
“To the owner of N1C1-967, this is the militia! We are about to board!”
Riks sighed and said the only thing that could be said.
“Fuck.”
Chapter Five
“What’s this all about?” Riks asked, descending the ramp and rubbing at the sore spot on his chest where Rena had slammed him with the door. He approached the two militia in their smart blue uniforms. But his stomach tightened as he saw the Bani standing behind them and behind him, three of the four grunts that had run off the ship.
“You’re the captain of this ship?” one of the militia guards barked from beneath his helmet.
“Might be. Depends who’s asking?” Riks replied, eyeing the man suspiciously.
“There’s been a report of fighting here. These three have been abused by their captain. The fourth was sent to sick bay. Under section 79100 of the Balon code of behavior such action is punishable by imprisonment and or…”
“Alright, hold it right there,” Riks said, holding up a hand and stopping the man in mid-sentence. “What does this have to do with him?” Riks said, pointing at the Bani who was sneering from behind the guards. The guard looked behind him, then back to Riks.
“He brought the complaint. On behalf of these grunts. They’re protected, you know? Under section…”
Riks wasn’t interested in hearing any more about Balon ordinances. Waving a hand at the group, he turned and started walking back up the ramp to his ship. The commotion of laser guns being unholstered behind him made him spin around, his hands up in the air.
“Hey, easy does it, fellas!” he said with a smile and a shrug. These two were more trigger happy than he’d thought.
“You’re being ordered to disembark this ship. We are legally boarding to search for evidence of crew abuse.”
“Legally boarding?” Riks asked, doing his best to sound confused. He took a step down the ramp toward the men. “Don’t you need some kind of paperwork for that?”
The soldier who’d been barking at him holstered his weapon and pulled out the thin tablet all members of the militia carried. Riks knew perfectly well that the ‘paperwork’ was nothing more than a formality. This guy seemed like he was into formalities though. The soldier tapped the tablet, brought the screen to life, and pointed it for Riks to see.
“You can clearly see our orders to board there, along with the signature of the chief peace officer,” the soldier said, pointing to the screen.
Riks scratched his head and peered at the thing for a moment, sighed, then looked back up at the man.
“Sorry, friend.”
His fist connected with the man’s jaw a split second after he’d pulled the laser gun from its holster. He heard the grunts scream and looked up to see them turn and start running in the other direction just as the giant Bani unholstered his own weapon. Riks pointed the gun he was holding and fired. The Bani shrieked as the searing bolt of light grazed his shoulder and he dropped his gun then fell to the ground, writhing in agony.
Riks ducked and rolled down the ramp just as the other guard pointed his gun and fired, the blast crashing into one of the heat shields on the ship. The large hunk of steel went crashing to the ground. Riks sprang up in front of the solider and slammed a fist into the man’s chest, sending him flying across the platform, his laser gun clattering to one side. Riks stopped and surveyed the damage.
“Fuck,” he muttered again. How had the damn militia gotten there so fast? It didn’t make any sense.
For the time being, it didn’t matter. There would undoubtedly be more militia there soon. There was no way his ship was going to pass muster. Now that he’d roughed up the two men lying on the ground, the others would be expecting a few credits worth of palm grease before they would even start talking about letting him off the planet. He’d flown the ship alone before but not the distance it took to get to Ceto. The sound of voices yelling and footsteps running could be heard from past the platform.
“Fuckity, fuck, fuck…” Riks muttered. There was only one thing to do. Running around the ship, he uncoupled the power supply he was plugged into and threw the massive cable to the ground. Running back to the ramp, he picked up the heat shield that had fallen off from the laser gun blast and threw it up the ramp, almost hitting Jayne who was now standing there.
“What’s going on?” she asked, fear in her eyes. She’d put on fresh clothes and didn’t seem too much worse for wear.
“Surprise! We’re leaving a little early,” Riks said, stomping up the ramp and pushing her gently to one side. “How much do you know about checking whether a power supply’s been installed correctly?”
“Uh… nothing?” Jayne replied. Her voice sounded panicked.
“Just kidding,” Riks mumbled, realizing she probably wasn’t in the mood for jokes. He grabbed hold of the massive winch Jayne had been standing beside and began twisting it. The ramp to the ship groaned but started to lift from the platform. “Listen,” Riks began, straining from the exertion of hauling on the winch. “I need you to go to the bridge. Tell the helmsman to prepare for ignition and that we might be going out a little hot.”
When he looked over at her, she hadn’t moved. She just stood there staring at him with wide eyes, trembling slightly. “A… a little hot?”
Riks knew he�
�d hate himself for doing it, but there was nothing else to be done. Trying to keep his volume under control, he roared, “Do it now!” shaking Jayne from her stupor and sending her running toward the bridge.
The ramp was about halfway up now. Riks saw the distinct helmets of the militia he’d heard approaching. As they took in the scene on the platform, the first two began to unholster their weapons.
Clenching his teeth, Riks hauled on the winch even harder, his muscles bulging under the fabric of his flight suit. As the first soldier took aim, Riks swayed to one side, ducking behind the cover of the wall into the corridor. The blast from the weapon slammed into the wall directly behind where he’d been standing, shattering a control panel used to operate the ramp.
“Jokes on you, asshole,” Riks muttered to himself. “I didn’t need that thing anyway.” With a final heave, he turned the winch another rotation and listened with relief to the sound of the giant ramp swinging shut, the safety lock clicking into place. They’d need a hell of a lot more than some laser guns to get at them now, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t do some damage outside.
“Sir?” Riks swung around at the sound of the voice behind him. It was Hury, his first helmsman.
“I’ll explain later. Did she tell you?”
“Yes, sir, but…”
“There’s just no time. Set engines one and two to ready position. I’m going below to see if those little shits put that power supply in backwards or not. As soon as she’s ready I’m gonna holler and I want to hear those engines firing before I’m back up.”
The young man’s eyes went wide. “Sir, you should really…”
“I know. I shouldn’t be below decks with the engines firing. Don’t listen to any of that, son, that’s just academy mumbo-jumbo. Time to learn to fly like a pirate.” Riks grinned and slapped the young man on the shoulder. It didn’t wipe the shock off his face. Riks was halfway down the hatch to the space beneath the ship when he lost patience. “Hop to, boy! Or we’ll all end up in the damn brig!” That seemed to shake the young man and he turned and bolted for the bridge.
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