Drake: Legend of a Space Pirate Ch. 02

"Death or slavery." She shuddered.

"You made the right choice. Your women will find the hot embrace of their new masters far preferable to the cold grip of the void."

"Perhaps. But perhaps death is preferable to suffering the foul attentions of vile pirates."

"You can decide whether or not you made a mistake after I'm done with you. Speaking of which, I'm going to need you to suck my cock."

Clio gave me a flat stare. "I may be in your power, Pirate, but I see no reason I should assist you in my own ravishment."

"As an example to your women," I explained. "If they resist, my men can easily suppress them, but they might have to get a little rough. Some might get hurt. But what if the first thing they see upon awakening is their beloved Captain with a fat pirate dick in her mouth? They'll be much less likely to resist, thereby reducing their potential injury rate. It is your duty as their superior officer to suck my cock."

Clio snorted. "What an absolutely redic-..." her words trailed off into silence as I pulled aside my loincloth.

"I see," she purred. She crawled toward me. "Curse you for putting me in this position! But I have no choice. It is my duty. I have no choice. For my crew." Her mouth opened and she leaned forward, her hot breath washing over my hard rod. She started slow, somewhat intimidated by my size. She began by kissing the tip and running her tongue along the bottom of the head while gently sliding her fingers down the shaft to grip me at the base.

As her lips slipped over the rim of my cock-head I raised my hand, giving the signal. White gas poured through the vents, seeping through the room and settling down near the floor. The gas contained a mild stimulant, nothing dangerous. It's purpose was to wake the sleepers. Slowly, the crew of theAikaternae began to stir, eyes fluttering open. They were given a moment to take in their surroundings. Their fellow crewmates, naked. A hundred very strong, horny looking men standing over them, also naked. Their superior officer on her knees, struggling with an absolutely colossal cock with apparent eagerness.

Then my men were on them. They were not gentle. Hair was pulled. Tits and asses were slapped. Fingers were roughly shoved into pussies. Most of them struggled, at least for a few moments, but they quickly realized that they couldn't overcome my men. Stripped of their ship and all their fancy weaponry these soldiers of the Dominion of Juno finally learned the physical inferiority of their own sex. For the first time in their lives they were up against strong men, men of the Rim who had never allowed themselves to be mentally castrated by the warped society of the Dominion. Men who understood their own value, their own power, and their own desires. Men who weren't afraid to take what they wanted, to impose their own will on the universe, and upon women.

Outlaws. Pirates. Warriors. Conquerors. Rapists.

Real Men.

Grunts of struggle and screams of defiance quickly faded into gasps of desire and moans of lust. As the women saw their fellow captives submit all around them, they gained the social proof they needed to give voice to the deep desires of their own bodies, the yearning to surrender.

Iliona, my first mate, also seemed to be enjoying herself. She had in her arms the first mate of the enemy ship, a short, slim thing a decade younger than Captain Penelope. Iliona held the girl from behind, rubbing her small breasts with one hand while the other quested between the captive's thighs.

"I... uh, you seem... nice, but... no offense, but I don't swing that way," stammered the first mate of theAikaternae.

"I don't care," Iliona explained patiently, "because I'm not nice. I'm a pirate, and I'm raping you. You are being raped right now."

"Oh," said the little victim. Then the young woman moaned deeply as Iliona's fingers found a particularly sensitive part of her pussy. "Ohhhhhh!"

Clio Penelope seemed mostly unaware of the orgy that surrounded her. The captured captain's sole concern was the fellation of my phallus. She clearly had some experience sucking dicks, but she was struggling with my size and my vitality. She was used to weak little fuckboys who tremble at women's touch. I do not tremble. I make women tremble.

Clio eventually fell back on her heels, panting and staring at my spit-slick monolith of man meat. Her eyes were glazed with lust but she seemed transfixed, not sure if she should put her mouth back around my shaft or bend over and beg me to put it in her needy pussy.

I took the decision away from her. I kicked her in the chest, violently throwing her onto her back. She gasped for air as I straddled her, pushing back her legs and seizing her breasts with my hands. Her pussy oozed her fluids onto the deck. I positioned myself, rubbing the shaft of my rod against the slick entrance to her sex, teasing her.

Clio was practically cross-eyed with desire at this point, panting, moaning, and squirming, trying to get her pussy onto my dick.

"Would you like to know why the Dominion doesn't have enough womanpower to crew it's ships?" I asked playfully.

"Wha-" She was caught completely off guard, not expecting any more conversation to take place before her ravishment.

"The birthrate in the Dominion is too low," I explained. "Actually it's been declining for centuries, but in recent decades the problem has gotten much worse. Why is that?"

"I... I don't know. Why does it matter? Women are the ones who have the right to choose to have children or not. Juno has commanded that no man be allowed to challenge womankind's sacred Ownership of Our Own Bodies."

I gave herRising Moon. The former captain of theAikaternae shrieked and writhed, gushing her juices all over my dick and the deck of my ship. "W-W-what t-the hell was..." She trailed off, panting as her orgasm subsided.

"There are many reasons for the declining birth rate in the Dominion," I continued calmly, "I personally think all of them ultimately stem from female rule, but some disagree on that point. In any case I can tell you something that you definitely donot want to do if you want to help increase the Dominion birth rate."

"Ok then, what is it?" Clio seemed impatient to get past this unexpected conversation and into the part where I ravish her body.

"Get a flying metal box and fill it up with your strongest, healthiest, most fertile twenty-somethings," I said. "Put them in situations of life and death struggle so there is a chance you lose them all. Make sure they prioritize their military careers over families and children. Give them the power of life and death over men so that all men seem pathetic. Never give them enough time to put down roots anywhere."

Clio blinked. "You're saying that the Dominion Military is actually demographically destroying the Dominion..."

"Exactly. The Dominion Military cuts women off from the stream of life, twisting them into sad, broken parodies of what women are supposed to be."

Clio bit her lip. She probably knew some old hags in Fleet Command who fit my description to a tee.

"When I look at you, I see yet another victim," I continued sadly.

"Me?! Don't be ridiculous."

"You're what? Thirty Eight? And childless?"

She blushed. "I mean to have at least one child," she said stiffly. "It just never seems like the right time."

"Exactly." I closed my eyes, inhaling a deep breath as I gently caressed Clio's abdomen with my hand. "I can practically hear your eggs crying out desperately for someone to fertilize them. Oh, but 'it never seems like the right time'. You've fallen into the trap! And you were surely about to become just another genetic dead end. Good thing I found you." I opened my eyes again, pinning her with my gaze. "The time is now, bitch. You have no choice, no decision to make, no responsibility to consider. Spread your legs. Take my seed. Bear my child."

"I... I would never bear the child of pirate scum!" She protested, but even as the words left her lips, her legs were spreading further apart, her breasts heaving up into my hands, her pussy drooling all over my dick. I slid my hips back and then forward, plowing my fat cock deep into her desperate cunt. A deep moan of helpless pleasure came unbidden from Clio's lips as I sank my spear in her body to the hilt.

As I plowed her pussy, I focused my consciousness, listening carefully. All the sounds around me, the slapping flesh, the lusty moans, heavy breathing and grunting, the heartbeat of my helpless captive lover, all seemed to fall into a beautiful kind of order, a rhythm, a song. All life forms that descend from planet Earth share a sort of biorhythm. Most people can't hear it. Or rather, they can't distinguish it because they've been hearing it their whole lives, from the moment they are conceived in their mother's womb. The Venusians call this music the Song of Life. When I first learned to listen to the Song, I spent an entire day sitting on the ground and weeping my eyes out. The beauty of the Song is beyond description. My heart is harder now than it was in those days.

"I'm going to fill you with my seed, slut!" I roared. "I'm going to make you pregnant!" My voice was part of the song, the strong, aggressive, masculine chords hanging in the air, defiant and self assured.

"N-never. I will n-never bear the children of a pirate..." So said Clio's words. But the song of her voice said "Oh yes oh god please yes!" The will of her conscious mind was paper thin over the ocean of desire that was her body, and her body sang in the accepting, eager, submissive tones of femininity, begging to be conquered and filled. The song of her body came to a crashing crescendo as she climaxed, her screams of pleasure merging beautifully into the greater music as her legs curled around my waist. Her conscious mind had inevitably lost the battle. Now I couldn't pull out even if I wanted too.

I allowed her spasming sex to push me over the edge. Just as her orgasm was starting to wane, I slammed her with crazed, animalistic force, once - twice - three times, and then, with the crown of my cock wedged firmly against her cervix I unloaded. Spurt after spurt of hot spunk boiled from my balls and tore through my cock, sperm rushing to invade her fertile womb, questing for her eager ovulating egg.

In that moment Clio felt the deep pleasure that nature reserves for moments like these, not as intense as an orgasm but deeper. An orgasm is like a geyser, boiling hot with furious energy. This pleasure was like the ocean, deep and dark and mysterious, unimaginable in volume. Warm and comforting rather than hot and intense. This is the pleasure a woman can only experience when a powerful man fucks her hard and cums inside her.

I experienced the male equivalent as I blew my load. My consciousness was pulled into my cock, and I could do nothing but feel the warmth and pressure of Clio's clenching cunt andpump my seed deep inside her over and over and over. For just a glimmer of a moment at the height of my orgasm I heard the Song of Life and felt its power, and I knew myself bound just as firmly as the woman beneath me. I might put a collar around her neck and call her my slave, but I too am a slave, bound by my own lust, my own nature. To be a slave to the Song of Life, that is true freedom. Then my colossal ego reasserted itself and I laughed with wild abandon, drunk with power and victory.

As we panted together in post-orgasmic bliss, I looked into Clio Penelope's eyes and saw that the soldier within her was dead, slain by the spear that was my cock. Only the woman remained.

"Ok," she whispered after a time. "You got me. Do I get a cute little collar too?"

--

I was balls deep in Ciara when the door to my chambers slid open. I noted the sound but didn't stop. The jiggly daughter of the Governess of Eire was moaning helplessly as I railed her cunt. Aileen sat beside her sister on my bed, playing with Ciara's giant tits.

"Ahem." Iliona cleared her voice behind me. She should have known better than to interrupt.

"What is it, bitch?" I asked, irate, continuing to pound my slut.

"A ship is burning toward us at high speed, Captain," my first mate said testily.

I sighed. "What class?"

"Frigate. Blade class. We'll outgun them but they could be a scout for a larger force. We should..."

"Its Okasamaru," I grunted.

"And how could you possibly know that for sure?"

"Because he and I arranged to meet after our little expedition into Dominion space was complete."

Iliona stomped her foot like a little kid. "Why was I not told of this?"

"I dunno. It didn't seem important."

"Not important? I dragged half the crew away from the cargo bay in order to put them on yellow alert! God damn you, bastard, you need to TELL me when you- eeek!!"

Iliona shrieked as I grabbed her by the hair and threw her face down on top of Ciara's, naked, orgasm blasted body. I flipped up her skirt, pulling out of Ciara (who moaned abjectly in disappointment) and slammed my cock to the hilt in my first mate's pussy. I did her quick and rough and hard, reminding her that I was the captain and that she was my bitch. My female first mate came to a thunderous climax almost immediately, her screams muffled by Ciara's titanic tits. Over the next ten minutes I brought her to two more electrifying orgasms before I pulled out of her quivering quim, blasting my load all over her ass and back.

Aileen eagerly bent to lick up my spent seed, tongue-bathing Iliona's ass in the process.

"And here I thought I might finally get some peace now that the ship is full of cargo," Iliona sighed contentedly. "I guess I should have known better! The greatest of all rapist scumbags can always be trusted never to leave a woman un-raped." She sounded much less stressed than she had minutes before.

I pulled Iliona to her feet and shoved her toward the door. "Come get me when our friends are alongside," I commanded.

"As you command, Captain," she said sweetly. The door opened and shut, leaving me alone with the McCormick sisters.

"Where were we?" I asked, palming one of Ciara's fat tits.

Aileen straddled her sister, waving her cute little ass in my face. "You were about done with Ciara, Master," She cooed. "And just about to start in on me."

"Is that right? What say you, Ciara?"

The elder sister averted her eyes. "I... I don-"

"Too slow," I laughed, plowing my cock into Aileen's tight pussy. "No time to fool around. I plan to get as much use out of you two as possible before I sell you on Porncast."

Aileen's delighted moan cut off. "You're selling us?"

"I told you I would," I said, pulling out and thrusting in again, hard. Aileen's legs trembled.

"But... so soon? Why must you sell us so soon, Master?"

"For several reasons. First, I want the whole galaxy to see the two daughters of the Governess of Eire IV getting fucked by Rim dick. Second, Porncast is one of the nicer worlds a slave can find herself on, out in the Rim. All you have to do is have sex on camera, and you even get paid royalties for your shoots. The best pornstars on Porncast live like queens even though they are slaves. Third and most importantly, because I'll get a good price for you there. Now shut up and take my cock, bitch!"

"Yeehesss Masteeer!" Aileen moaned, cumming hard as my iron-hard rod relentlessly violated her barely-legal pussy.

"Ciara!" I snapped. "Suck my balls!"

I felt her stir beneath Aileen. "But I-"

"Now, slut!"

"Yes, Master." She shifted around on the bed, and moments later I felt her soft lips cup my left testicle. Only a week ago the heir to Eire IV had offered her body to me in an attempt to save her little sister from my rapacious intentions. Now my cock was plunging into Aileen's pussy inches away from her face, and all she could do was suck submissively on my sac like a good little slave.

I nailed the little slut to three more toe curling, back arching climaxes before shoving her aside and falling back onto Ciara like a leopard onto its prey. The older McCormick moaned like a whore as I railed her jiggling body with her legs up over my shoulders. I laughed as I watched her fat tits bounce all over the place, often hitting her in her oblivious face. She couldn't feel anything except the white-hot pleasure of sex. Meanwhile Aileen had taken up her sister's former post between my legs, dutifully worshiping my nuts with her mouth.

Finally I tore free of Ciara. I roughly tossed Aileen down beside her elder sister, face up on the bed. Then I unloaded on them. Ropes of my hot, thick jizz splattered over their faces, breasts, and bellies. I left them there on my bed, minds blasted with pleasure and bodies covered in spunk. I took a quick shower and returned to the bridge.

--

"Perfect timing, Captain," Iliona said as I stepped onto the bridge. "TheOnna no Tekki is pulling up alongside us at this very moment.

"Excellent." I slid into my command throne and keyed for comms. Within moments a visual and audio channel was opened between theDrake and theOnna no Tekki. A man appeared in holographic image before me. He was somewhat short, but heavily muscled. The top of his head was shaved, save for a topknot toward the back, and the sides of his black hair were cropped short. He appeared to sit on the ground with his legs folded beneath him. He didn't like chairs, so he utilized a custom designed Command Mat instead of a throne.

Captain Kusu Okasamaru was a pirate Captain, but that was really just a side job for him. His main life's work was the Dai-Nippon project: an attempt to revive the Old Earth culture of Japan on planet DAI-NPPN VI. The man practiced piracy mainly as a way to garner extra funds for the project, as well as to nab the odd slave girl with the old country in her blood.

"Greetings my friend," said Okasamaru. "I trust that your planned foray into Dominion Space went well?"

"It sure did," I replied. "If it hadn't, I wouldn't be here now, would I?"

"True enough. That is one thing I like about you, Menelaus, you always live on the edge." Then he quoted. "The way of the warrior is the resolute acceptance of death."

I touched the side of my nose and grinned. "Ah, but my actions only appear reckless from the outside, my friend. In truth, my every move is carefully calculated. My blood is not as hot as it once was."

"Perhaps," said Okasamaru. "But even in the old days, the Dominion bitches never could seem to catch you. Except that one time."

"Except that one time," I agreed, grimly.

Okasamaru sighed. "Well, I suppose we shouldn't linger too long this close to Dominion Space. You know what I want, and I'm willing to pay good ecreds."

I pulled up a file from the infirmary database. "Indeed. And I have something for you. Or rather, someone. Or rather, three someones. We took them off theAikaternae during stage two." I pulled up the first two, displaying their photos and info to my fellow captain. "Xiu Tellerman and Adriana Long. Both of them are of East Asian descent as you can see. Xiu is predominantly Chinese and Adriana mostly Thai, but both are also about fifteen percent Japanese."

Okasamaru nodded. "Dai-Nippon accepts any with the smallest scrap of Japanese DNA. Not that the women usually have a choice. I will pay you well for them. But you spoke of three women. Where is the third?"

"Ah, yes," I said dramatically. "The third. Let me pull up her stats."

Okasamaru gasped. "Eighty seven percent Japanese! I myself am only seventy nine percent. Incredible! Let me see her picture."

"Her name is Harima Ryu," I said, pulling up the image. "She was a gunnery officer on board theAikaternae. Twenty two years old."

"Beautiful," Okasamaru breathed. He looked almost awed. "I will have her grow out her hair until it is long and black and lucious. I will dress her in a yukata bearing my clan mon and take her to summer festival to see the fireworks. I will fill up her womb with children that will bemore Japanese than I am." He looked nearly on the point of tears. "I must have her. I will pay any price."