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Zed swept the captain up easily. Lifting her from the wet floor and moving her to his bed without effort. He threw her down so he could tear his shirt off while hunched on the bed over her. She knew what he intended. He was going to take her.
Did she want that? No, she told herself. She wanted a choice. She wanted to be able to tell him to move gently, to attend her needs. Her needs? Heâd just turned her into a puddle of jelly moments ago while he used just his fingers on her. Conflicting sentiments battled inside her. Until he removed his shirt.
Sheâd seen him shirtless enough to know every muscle, every angle, every hair. And yet, hulking above her, his need for her so obvious she couldnât help but feel her breath catch and butterflies tumble inside her tummy. He wanted her and that made her glow.
Zed practically tore his breaches off as she lay there, still dazed from the power of her last climax. When his thick cock showed itself pangs of hunger tore through her. The passenger reached out to touch it, to heft its mass as he wriggled the last bits of trouser off.
He was huge. Inhumanly so. His chest alone was as wide as two men standing side by side. Riley guessed him to weigh around a hundred fifty kilos, maybe more. All of it muscles. Most of it implants, not his own. That didnât make the sight of it any less appealing. She wanted him on top of her, be damned if it crushed her to death.
Finally naked, he stretched his arms over his head, joints popping. The sight of him languidly moving, showing off for her made her melt. She couldnât help but let her eyes feast on him. So huge, so masculine, in his arms sheâd never have to worry about advances from the rest of the crew.
He reached one knotted arm out and gripped her thigh, then pulled her to him. Her legs parted of their own accord as he yanked her close. He slumped over her resting above her on all fours. He was so impossibly huge he nearly blocked out all light. In his shadow she could feel her legs reaching up to try and lock around him.
With one hand, he took her hip and pulled her body up to his. When she felt his hardening cock nestle against her, she sighed. The burning heat of him made her insides go gooey. She couldnât think at all, could only half smile up at him, terrified that in his need he would tear her in half. Her worried gaze was captured by cold blue eyes hungry with need. All thought ceased. Riley's brain seemed frozen in that moment, lost in those cool, penetrating eyes.
âGuide me in.â He said.
It took a moment to register but Riley eagerly reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock. He was hard, hard enough to cut diamonds. When her palm wrapped around him, she could feel the nubs buried in the skin start moving. Just having them dance across her hand made her want to grip and feel what they could do. The thought of those rotating around him inside her was too much. She pushed his tip to her, lining him up to slide in.
He ground his hips and pushed forward but stopped and pulled away. She gasped in subverted expectation. Her legs tried desperately to find each other around his hips. She tried to pull herself up into him with her legs. He chuckled and shifted moving away again. She cried out.
âWhat?â he asked, âdo you need something?â
âStars yes,â she begged, âI need you.â
âYou need me what?â
âI need you now.â She whined. The heat inside her, the emptiness, she wanted him more than sheâd ever wanted anything. Starships be damned, she wanted another mind-shattering climax. The desperate need for it was so monumental she couldnât think of anything else.
She let go of him, her shoulders falling back into the bed and reached down with her other hand. He twisted his hips and then stabbed at her. She thought he was going to impale her, but instead, his shaft slid along her slit. She made a disappointed moan and then felt his shaft vibrating against her. The nubs were running sideways against her. Between the vibrations and hammering of the nodules on her clit she could feel another climax coming on fast.
Gasping a series of ohâs she began pleading, âPlease, oh pleaseâŚâ
âYouâre forgetting something important.â
She was? Not possible. Things were her specialty. She made lists. Could recite the prep list of a starship from memory. What could she have forgotten? How?
âPlease, Sir, fuck me.â She cried out. âPlease, Sir. Sir, Sir, Sir, please!â
âThatâs not it, but if you insist.â He mocked.
He shifted his hips again and she was able to bring him back in line with her. Riley couldnât breathe. The anticipation of him entering her was so overwhelming she just froze, locking onto his eyes.
When he finally pushed forward and she could feel him filling her ever so slowly she wanted to scream. She couldnât though. He had stolen her voice and thoughts. All she could do was remain frozen as he pressed in forcing her wide open. Wide eyed she looked up in his face for any hint of emotion. He seemed content seeing her like this, impaled and begging.
When he finally bottomed in her she let out a shuddering groan. She wanted to swear but nothing was working. Her body quaked, quivered, was on the razor's edge of orgasm, yet something was painfully holding her back. Every muscle from tummy to thighs contracted and held, waiting for a release that just would not come.
The wounded animal sounds poured out of her. He pulled back and thrust into her. Her thoughts were jumbled, hazy, confused. Something inside had seized up and she couldnât quite put her finger on it.
âYou have to say the words if you want to cum.â He grunted, pumping steadily inside her. He, too, was trying to hold back while buried deep inside her.
Words? What words? What were words? A dim memory of a time before the burning fires consumed her.
âIâm a slave.â She cried out, âIâm your slave. Just a slave.â
âGood girl,â he said, and the fires inside her jumped from ten to eleven. âBut thereâs more.â
Riley cried out in utter frustration. Muddle-brained, she couldnât take much more of this torture. She clung to her mantra. She was just a slave. Her slave brain only wanted one thing. But if he wanted something else⌠And then she knew, slavesâ thoughts didnât matter.
âMy wants donât matter. My thoughts donât matter. Iâm just a slave. Just your slave. Your toy. Your plaything.â
âFilthier,â he said.
Desperate now she rattled words off like a machine-gun, âIâm just a toy. A slave. Your cunt. Holes. Anything you want I am. For you a cocksleave. Your whore. Your holes. Fuck this dirty little cock hungry slut slaveâŚâ
âCum for meâŚâ
A white sheet of light slammed into her. As tense as her body was, it increased tenfold. A wonder her limbs did not snap under the pressure. The heat that had been driving her so desperately engulfed her, consumed her. She heard her voice, distant, far away, crying out obscenities. She burned in a euphoria so intense she could not see. But for bright blue eyes. Anchors keeping her in the world. Those blue eyes engulfed her, carried her, rode her out.
Along with her distant cries, she heard faint grunts. A growl. Someone howling out in ecstasy just above her. She was lost in all the sensations. Her own ecstasy, and anotherâs, so close. Heart to heart, growling, snarling, crying. She was crushed and the tempest whirled her into a fading blissful light.
Riley felt herself lying facedown on the wide burning chest of Zed. Her body, at random, would quiver uncontrollably. Her thighs were a mess of heated fluids. She was sore, exhausted, drained, and energized at once. She clutched at the skin beneath her. Her own breathing was ragged and forced.
Distant stars, she thought, no wonder we never hear about the slaves. The slaves never escape. Numbed physically and mentally, she could only ride out the fading aftereffects of her last climax.
Zed lay under her, his head propped up on a fortress of pillows. A dark cigarillo burned in his lips. The spicy smell of it mixed in with Rileyâs afterglow created a scent sheâd always recognize as post-coital bliss.
They lay in silence as Zed smoked. Riley was ashamed of the things she said, things she felt. She stared across a field of chest hairs at the far bulkhead. Unable to believe sheâd humiliated herself so completely at his request. Worse, even more than he requested. Sheâd voluntarily cried out words sheâd never considered thinking let alone saying. The monster had broken her.
And yet⌠there was a calm in this space, her laying a cheek on his skin that surprised her. There was nothing in the universe that could hurt this man. And she was tucked under his arm. All in the galaxy was well. She wanted to do nothing more than blink and stare at the wall.
Finished, Zed dashed the butt out on bedside shelving. The lights winked out when he told them. He was asleep far faster than she expected. She had no such luxury. She lay for a long time trying to untangle the conflicting thoughts. Sheâd been robbed of her command, degraded, used, but felt a wholeness, a completeness, a calm. She wasnât expected to do anything but please. Decisions were not her own. These things somehow felt right, even though sheâd spent a lifetime being told the opposite. Her stunned silence lasted well into the quiet shift.
In her dreams, a thousand hands clutched and stroked her as she floated in the ether. Unable to control her drift she rode the current as unseen shadows stroked her everywhere all at once. It felt good. Just letting go and drifting, feeling the warm hands, feeling wanted. It all felt so good.
She woke with a start to an alarm. The room was filled with a high-pitched incessant buzzing. Â Zed pushed her aside like a blanket and rolled off the bed. He bent gathering clothes from the deck.
âSpeak to me.â He said.
Tinny speakers in the room replied, âBoogie closing in from 210 degrees, low altitude, coming in hot, maybe ten minutes.â
âSize?â Zed asked as he slipped his trousers on. Riley crawled out of bed and grabbed her jumpsuit.
âSmall, somewhere between one and two hundred tonnes.â
âAlright. Spin her up and prep for depart. Give the crew a little something to wake them. Out.â
Zed eyed Riley slipping into her uniform as he pulled on a shirt and strutted to the door. A loud klaxon blared and a feminine but mechanical voice chimed, âRed alert, stations. Red alert.â
At the hatch, Zed shrugged and nodded his head at Riley.
Absentmindedly, she tried closing the front of her uniform, only to remember that Zed had destroyed the fasteners just days ago. She made a note not to move too quickly lest her goods spill out for everyone to see.
Riley followed Zed out the hatch, he was already down the corridor entering the bridge. She followed.
Zed took the command chair. Riley saw one of the human crew members already at the nav workstation busily flicking switches and dials.
âEngines are online. Pre-check was completed last shift. We are locked down and ready to roll.â the navigator said.
Zed punched buttons on his console, âLooking good. Let's lift off and lie in wait.â
âAye, captain.â
Riley leaned against Zedâs chair and whispered to him, âWhat are you doing?â
Zed ignored her, âWhereâs Zarina? I need weapons manned now.â
âYou heard the alarm.â The pilot snapped looking back at Zed with a shrug.
Zed looked at Riley as if considering her for a moment. The hatch opened, and a nightmarish wolf-like creature strode in on its hind legs.
Zed asked, âVagg-r can you take weapons?â
The wolf-thing eyed Riley for a moment then answered, âZarina was on my tail. She should be here shortly.â
âWe may not have shortly.â
âAye captain,â Vagg-r said as he squeezed his large bulk into the console.
âSix minutes. Prep for an ambush. Must be a rescue party theyâre headed straight for the science ship.â Zed said while working the command console.
âWhat are you doing?â Riley asked again.
âSetting up an ambush.â He peered back at the screen. âSmall ship less than two hundred tonnes.â
âItâs a scout vessel,â Riley explained. âA by-the-book rescue of a downed Federated ship.â
Zed looked up at her, âHow big is the crew?â
âThree or four.â Riley had considered not saying but she knew she couldnât hold out against the implants more than a minute, let alone six. âScout crews tend to be all male. Long times spent out in space doing boring surveys.â
Zed eyed her as if weighing each word, âMilitary scouts?â
âThe scouts are their own branch. Quasi-military. Mostly surveying, couriering, small jobs.â
âWhat sort of cargo?â
âNone, foodstuffs for long exploration.â Riley was feeding Zed info he most likely knew but trying to make it as unappealing a target as possible. âThe ship will be well armed. Youâre bigger, but theyâll fight you. They arenât merchants. On board, theyâll only have light weapons, but the survivors will fight like hell.â
Zed scowled. It was obvious to Riley heâd gotten lucky with her ship. The raider had never taken on military vessels before. His ship was at least twice as large, but then her science vessel had been twice as large as his.
âHelm, time to go. Stay in the echo of these mountains and lets slip away.â
âAye Cap.â The pilot said and pulled back on his controls. Through the viewport Riley watched her ship slip away as the raiders made a hard bank and followed a series of valleys.
A silence fell on the bridge. Zed said nothing for nearly a minute. Finally, he spoke, âScout ship is slowing at the crash site. It doesnât look like theyâve spotted us. Helm, letâs maintain course for a thousand clicks. Weâll break atmo if they still havenât spotted us. Get the computer working on a jump to the nearest star spinward.â
âGot it, captain.â
Riley didnât risk a smile, but she knew. The scouts would find the wreckage of her ship. Theyâd see no bodies. There would be clean impressions of the raider landing struts nearby. Theyâd piece these events together within the hour. Then Naval Command would be alerted, and ships would start looking for exactly what Zed and his crew were. Raiders.
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