Captain Emrah Jackson Ch. 10

"After a few days of that, she will be begging for my soft touch," he said, with a grin.

He told me it was working out better than expected.

Part of me knew that it had been my failure to make friends with her. If I had been able to do that. I could have got her to be more accepting of her position. In time, she would have learned to enjoy herself more.

Orton wasn't a pig, he was loving. She would have seen that one day. Even this side of him now, the side that I wasn't entirely pleased with was just a result of the situation. If she had been more agreeable, things wouldn't have gone the way they did.

I thought a bit more about how she had tried to punch me, and the way I dealt with it. It all sort of happened so quickly. It felt instinctive, like a learned skill. An odd feeling, indeed.

Thankfully as the morning came, I found out my task was to be put on hold. There was an emergency at one of Orton's mine's that he had to dealt with.

"It will just take a couple of days," he said, regretfully. "Maybe it's good that she get a few days to think about what happened."

I didn't want to stay around here with her on my own, so I begged him to take me with him. He agreed, saying I deserved the trip out.

As Orton prepared, I looked at the monitor in Juno's room. She was curled up, un-moving on the bed. I felt sad for her, and I hoped things would improve for her.

*********

It had only been several days since we returned home from the auction with Juno. The time had really flown, and here we were, leaving again.

She was staying, alone in her room under close watch.

We had been in flight for a few days. Orton told me more about the emergency call he had received.

Apparently there was an ore processing station that was currently under construction. Whoever was in charge had sent a message that there was a problem with some of the equipment and a decision had to be made on whether it should be fixed or completely replaced. Either option would be very expensive. I got the impression Orton could have dealt with it at his desk back at home, but getting away for a few days made him feel more connected to his work.

"It's a brand-new facility." He told me. "Cutting edge. Once it's up and running it will increase profits in that sector by thirty percent."

I stopped listening when he started to talk more about numbers. It was all above my head.

He worked mostly while we made our short trip. In that time I thought about Juno and what I had done to her. Orton assured me it was the right thing to do. Part of me wondered if I had not betrayed her in some ways. She had certainly made me lose my temper, which wasn't something I was proud of.

As he had been doing the past several nights, he watched footage of her while we made love. The recording of me spanking her wasn't something I liked to relive.

It took a lot of courage but I told him it was making me feel uncomfortable. I thought he would go mad or get upset with me. As I told him I broke down in tears. I so much didn't want to disappoint him.

To my relief just the opposite happened. He told me he was very proud of me for being honest. It was the best feeling in the world. Everything had been bottling up, and I felt stupid for not telling him sooner.

I felt my heart melting as he kissed my tears away, telling me it would be okay.

"You can tell me anything," he said, brushing the hair away from my eyes.

I nodded, my eyes still felt red from my tears, but I had a big smile on my face.

"We won't watch the footage anymore, and I won't ask you to discipline her. That will be my job from now on," he said, lovingly.

As he kissed me, the feeling in my heart swelled. I was so in love with him at that moment.

All thoughts about Juno disappeared from my mind as he lay me down gently on the bed.

"I love you." I whispered, as he unbuttoned my top.

"I can tell." He replied, sliding his hand beneath my blouse.

We had the best sex we'd ever had. He was gentle and loving. My emotions only enhanced things further. It felt like the very first time we had made love, only stronger.

Afterwards I clung to him tightly. My happiness was complete, and now all I wanted to do was to make him happy.

As we lay there relaxing together, he told me that he had been thinking of something the solve the Juno problem.

"I have these worms on the ship," he said.

I interrupted him, asking if they were the same ones that I had seen a while ago.

"That's right. You do get around don't you," he said, and gave my side a playful tickle.

He went on to tell me, that they have the effect of softening a strong spirit.

"What do they do exactly? Will they hurt her" I asked.

"They won't harm her. I think we will keep the rest a surprise," he said, mischievously.

I tried to get him to tell me, but he was keeping his lips sealed. I tried to tickle him, but he grasped my wrists holding them above my head.

"Maybe it's your spirits that need softening," he said, with a grin.

I giggled, knowing he wasn't being serious.

He leaned down and kissed me, I could feel his cock getting hard against my leg again.

"You are really going to enjoy watching them," he said, moving his body between my legs.

My arms were still pinned as he entered me. I moaned underneath him.

His eyes were fixed on mine as he started to gently fuck me.

"They have a way of making even the strongest girl subservient."

I felt him sliding into me deeply, my breathless moans filling the room.

His hand gripped tighter and his hips moved against me faster.

Harder and harder he fucked me. I was in another place, a place of sheer joy and delight. Every part of me tingled.

Even though I knew he would be doing this to Juno very soon it didn't stop me having a powerful orgasm.

We held each other as we feel into an exhausted sleep.

**********

There was a buzzing. We were still in bed. Orton roused himself, and pressed the button for the intercom on the side of the bed.

"Captain speaking. We have arrived at our destination, and have an urgent request for you to communicate with the ore facility."

He grumbled, and sat up.

"Put them through," he said, sleepily.

On the wall, a face appeared. It was an older woman with greying hair.

"Supervising commander here. We need to speak to you urgently. Can you please make your way to our hanger bay, immediately."

Orton was still half asleep.

"I'm not going down there," he said, in a stern voice. "Send a shuttle over, I want a full report within the hour."

"Received." She replied, in a husky voice. "Prepare for our arrival," she said, and cut the feed.

Before Orton crawled back into bed, he talked to our captain, and relayed what she had said to him.

Back in bed he pulled me close, and wrapped his arm around me. I asked him he he needed to get ready, and said that they could wait.

"If they weren't so incompetent we wouldn't have this problem in the first place. That stupid bitch can wait."

All the commotion had woken me up, I wasn't feeling very sleepy anymore. Besides, I wanted to look at his brand-new ore facility.

I had to bat Orton's grasping hand away, and I got to my knees to look out of the window.

We were still in space. The facility was a massive space station. It looked half constructed like Orton had said, and I could see some unfinished areas. There were huge cables extending into space. I asked Orton what these were, and he told me they were for capturing asteroids. He went on to say once it was complete it would be positioned in an asteroid belt that was close by. The facility would hook on to one, then drag it into a large opening on the underside of it, and then process it. The valuable ore would be removed leaving harmless dust.

He told me that usually these facilities would use tug vessels to maneuver the giant asteroids. Using the cables would save a lot of money in fuel and man power.

As he pulled me back onto the bed, I saw the shuttle with the supervisors making it's way to our yacht.

He wrapped his arms around me.

"Will it use slaves once it is ready?"

He nodded, and said that there would always be the need for them. According to him facilities like this needed a lot of maintaining.

"The great thing about this facility, is that it cuts the need for skilled workers, like pilots for the tugs."

I reminded him again that he should be getting ready.

"Maybe I'll make that old crone come in here to give her report," he said, and playfully pulled the bed sheet away from my breasts.

"Don't you dare." I giggled.

He leaned closer and started to kiss my neck, I tried to brush him away, but he was insistent.

"You have to meet them." I said, again, as he tugged at my ear with his teeth.

He was in such a good mood, I thought. I wished we could stay in bed forever.

The intercom buzzed again.

"You better get it." I said.

He said that he was going to ignore it. His hand was exploring my ass now.

It buzzed again.

Then there was an alarm. It screeched loudly into the room and made me jump out of my skin.

It had the same effect on Orton too. He jumped up, almost knocking me out of bed.

"What's going on." He barked into the intercom.

"We've been boarded." The Captain, shrieked.

Orton's mouth was agape. "Who by?" he asked, stumbling over his words.

"Pirates." The Captain relayed. "Stay in your quarters."

As he said it, the was a loud bang over the audio, and then there was just static.

Orton tried to contact the bridge again, but couldn't get through.

I was panicking, and pulled the covers up around me.

Orton was off the bed and was struggling to put his trousers on. I could see the fear in his eyes.

Once he got on them on, he turned to me for a second, and I thought he was going to come and get me, but instead he ran towards his desk.

It was all happening so quickly I didn't know what to do. Suddenly the alarm stopped, and there was just silence.

Orton paused, and I heard faint popping noises coming from with in the ship.

He was on the move again, and was scrambling to get something from his desk.

It was a lazer pistol. This time he came towards me. My heart was almost exploding out of my chest. I was frozen in fear.

He grabbed my wrist, and pulled me out of the bed. I was still naked.

"Take it," he said, thrusting the gun into my hands. I held it awkwardly as he held me in front of him facing the door.

I didn't know what to do. I tried turning towards him, but he turned me back toward the door.

"You have to defend me." He shrieked.

I didn't understand. My knees felt weak, and my hands were shaking. I dropped the gun, it fell heavily on the floor. Tears were in my eyes. Why wasn't he doing something, I thought.

As I tried to turn towards him again, there was an ear deafening explosion, and the door burst open with a great flash.

Something was thrown into the room. It was a small metal orb.

As I looked down at it puzzled, it exploded making my whole world go a brilliant white. I was thrown back, and then just as suddenly everything went black.

************

My head was sore, and I didn't know where I was.

"Can't you hear me." A voice said, I felt a gentle slapping against my cheek.

My eyes stung, but I opened them with some discomfort.

It was the older woman from the viewing screen. She was leaning over me.

"Are you a pirate." I asked, groggily.

She laughed, and turned to someone I didn't see.

"She looks okay. Take the other one below."

As I tried to rise, she told me to take it easy and eased me back against the floor with a hand on my shoulder.

I had been naked, but I now realised that I had been covered with something.

"My name is, Delphine," she said. "You are safe now."

My head was clearing, and she let me sit up. Someone had put a silk dressing gown over me, and I held it against my chest.

"Where is, Orton?" I asked, a little worried.

"He's been taken away." She put a reassuring hand on my shoulder, but I pulled away.

"Who are you? What have you done with him?" I said. I looked around frantically. The door was missing, and I could smell acrid smoke in the air. It was just me and the strange woman.

"Delphine," she said again. "We are Red Moon, you are free now."

Had I heard her correctly, I couldn't believe it. I inched away from her holding the skimpy garment hard to my body.

She had a kindly smile on her face, and told me again not to worry. She was in her fifties, and had silvery hair, although I could see some black beneath the grey. Her face was well-worn, wrinkled but with a tan, like someone who had worked outside all her life. There was a thin scar down the side of her cheek, that gave me pause to thought.

"I'm, Cara. Is he dead?" I asked, dreading the answer.

She shook her head, and told me that he was safe.

"I know it's hard, Cara. Just calm down."

I shook my head, and told her to take me to him.

"Not right now, you can see him later," she said, and took something from her pocket. "I have to do this right now. The longer we wait the more dangerous it can be."

What ever she had, I didn't want a part of it. I tried to rise, but she held me firm with a hand on my shoulder. Her fingers felt rough, and worn.

Quickly, she put the device she had pulled out, and pressed it to my collar. It made a series of beeps.

"What are you doing?" I asked. She shushed me.

There was a click, and the collar fell away from my neck. I tried to grab it, but she took it away.

"Sometimes they have a explosive built in. You are free now," she said.

"He would have never down that." I said. It was strange not having my collar on, I felt naked without it. "Don't hurt him. He wouldn't have hurt me."

My eyes were watering, I couldn't help it, and started to cry. The emotions I felt, took over.

The woman wrapped her arms around me, even though I didn't trust her, it was nice to be comforted by her.

She told me it was okay, and that it was normal to feel this way.

Whatever she was wearing smelled like an engine room. It was oily and dirty.

Eventually I pulled myself together. She wasn't the frightening individual that I first thought. She was patient, and her gentle manner calmed me down.

"No need for tears, my child," she said, as she wiped my cheek.

"Thank you." I said.

She assured me that everything was going to be okay from now on, and that I was with a safe group of people.

I looked down at my collar in her hand, and asked her if it really had an explosive in it. She said, that some of them do. They are all different. As she examined it, she said it looked very standard, and that it probably didn't.

Freedom wasn't something I had ever felt before. It wasn't a nice feeling. It was like I had no purpose anymore.

Delphine told me that I should put on the dressing gown. I did as she asked. Her voice was deep, almost masculine, but very calming and filled me with confidence.

She asked me how long I had been a slave, and I said I didn't know exactly, but I think it had been since I was born. She nodded ruefully.

"I know it's all been a bit of a shock," she said, helping me to my feet. "In time you will get used to it."

I looked down at my collar on the floor, for one last time, as she told me there was no going back now.

"We should go to the bridge," she said.

Together we made our way through the ship. I could see scorch marks of some of the walls. Her hand was holding mine tightly, and I could feel callouses on her fingers. It was comforting in a strange way.

"You are doing better than most," she said, cheerfully. She went on to tell me that some slaves have an almost nervous breakdown at the thought of being free.

"Of course, some go crazy with joy." She added. her words were soothing.

Still though, I longed to see Orton. I hoped against all hope that he was still okay.

On the bridge I could see the extant of the fight that had taken place. Some of the consoles were smashed and broken. There was a heavy smell of burning plastic in the air. On the floor, I thought I could see some blood stains.

The crew was gone. Men and women dressed like Delphine were now fussing around the busted equipment. They all were wearing dirty overalls, and looked disheveled. Each of them had a laser pistol stuck in their belt, or a rifle slung over their shoulders.

As she started to talk to one of her crew, she tried to let go of my hand, but I held it tightly. I didn't want to be alone.

She gave me a sympathetic look.

"It will take a few days to get back up and running." One of the men said.

He took a look at me, and said to her that the rest of the slaves had been gathered in the dinning room.

"Three of them were killed in the fighting," he said.

"How many of ours." She asked, with a concerned tone.

"Five," he said, then gave her their names.

She looked sad, and her hand squeezed mine.

"It was worth it," she said. "Load our gear aboard, I want a full run down on what this ship can do, and a full inventory on what she had in her cargo."

He nodded, and hurried away. She gave a few more orders to those around her.

The way she commanded her crew was effortless. There wasn't a moment's hesitation in the way they acted.

I asked her what happened to the crew of the yacht, and she told me that most of them were dead, the survivors were going to be taken to the ore facility and left there.

It seemed fair, and I asked if that is where Orton was going too, she just shook her head.

"Do you want to go with the other free slaves?" She asked.

I said, no. I didn't know any of the servants, and I would rather stay with her. She agreed.

"The others are chefs, and servants. You were a pleasure girl, weren't you?"

"I was." I answered. Although, I liked to think I was more than that.

My reply made her give me another sympathetic look. I didn't understand why, if anything, I thought I was blessed to be in my situation.

"Maybe we should get you some different clothes," she said, looking at my dressing gown.

It was comfy but it barely covered my rear. She had a point, I felt a little under dressed.

*********

She escorted me to my old room. I was feeling a bit better now, and felt happy to let go of her hand.

Her patience with me was very welcomed. She must have been able to sense my trepidation.

As I looked through my wardrobe she told me that this room would be off limits, as they wouldn't be able to spare the time to repair the door. It wasn't a matter of privacy, but in the case of a hull breach there would be no safe way to seal off the room.

She told me that the thing that they threw in, was a stun grenade.

"We would never have hurt you," she said.

I finally found the pant suit that I wore when I went to the ice planet. It felt appropriate to the situation. The top didn't show any skin, and had a zip up the front.

"Do you know a girl named, Juno?" Delphine asked, as I was getting dressed.

In all the excitement I had totally forgotten about her. She was with Red Moon, like Delphine.

"I do, she's at home." I said, excitedly.

A big smile flashed across her face, and she came rushing towards me.

"Is she safe?" she asked, quickly.

I nodded and told her she was well.

Relief washed over her face.

"I was going to ask you earlier, but I had to think about you at that moment," she said, happily.

I asked her if she was going to rescue her, and she confirmed that is what the plan was, but that we could talk about it later.

I didn't tell her about how she had come to use with a damaged face, and certainly not how I punished her. That would have to wait too.

"What will happen to me now?" I asked. I hadn't thought about it, but as we talked about rescuing Juno I realised that my home wasn't mine at all.