Drake: Legend of a Space Pirate Ch. 02

I myself thought the girl decently cute rather than stunningly beautiful, but different strokes for different folks I guess.

I spread my hands wide. "You rascal! Perhaps you forget that I am already deeply in your debt. If not for your timely assistance in my troubles a year back, I would not be here today. I will have no talk of price. Take all three as a small payment on my debt to you, and as a token of my friendship."

The Captain of theOnna no Tekki bowed low. "I will accept Xiu and Adriana and consider your debt settled in full," He said. "If you insist on not taking payment for Harima, then I will now consider myself deeply in debt to you." He straitened. "I suppose if your larger schemes go according to plan, then I will have plenty of opportunities to settle that debt in the future, eh?"

"Let us not talk of my schemes over an open channel," I cautioned. "One thing I learned from a decade in Dominion Prison is that you never can be too careful."

He nodded. We talked a bit more as the three slaves were brought out of theDrake's hold and transferred to theOnna no Tekki, reliving old raids and complementing each other's exploits. Finally Okasamaru bowed his head. "Farewell, Daman. May you bring Jupiter's wrath to the bitch-goddess's Dominion."

"Fare thee well, Okasamaru," I replied. "Dai-Nippon Banzai."

Then the two ships went their separate ways. In less than a second, both ships had lost visual contact in the vast emptiness of the void.

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Rim World Survey I: Porncast.

Although taken quite against my will from the safety of Junoan space, it seems I have been gifted with a unique opportunity to survey the planets that have fallen from Juno's holy light. My hope is that somehow my work will someday make it back into the Dominion, where it will doubtless be invaluable in the Dominion's eventual and inevitable reconquest of the Galactic Rim.

That was my hope, but it seems my journey may end here, on Porncast. Daman Laman Menelaus, or the man who claims to be that infamous pirate, has stated his intention to sell me here. At the very least, I can provide a useful overview of this particular planet.

Porncast is the closest truly populated colony to Dominion space. The station is located on a moon rather than a planet, and not a particularly large moon at that. The whole thing is privately owned by one Marcus Spinblat, the greatest purveyor of pornography in the universe. Porncast's primary station has an Ultra Subspace Amplifier of the kind no-one in the galaxy can now reproduce, and Spinblat uses this device to broadcast his filth throughout the galaxy. Though the Great Pornographer's 'art' is banned in the Dominion, I have heard that many Dominion males watch it illegally. This is a practice that must be quashed!

All women on Porncast are slaves to Marcus Spinblat, but their fate is perhaps less cruel than that of slaves on other worlds. The actresses are paid a small percentage of the proceeds of every work they are a part of, and as a result, the most popular girls on porncast are quite rich. Some choose to buy their freedom and return home, others to remain in luxury. The less successful girls tend to take to working behind the cameras, as make-up artists, camera women, or fluffers.

I confess that the idea of being violated on camera makes my skin crawl. I fear for myself and even more for my dear little sister Aileen, even if she has taken to servicing Captain Menelaus with an undue degree of enthusiasm. I pray some form of rescue finds us before we can be sold to the Great Pornographer, but I do not dare to hope.

Ciara Aibrienne McCormick, Imperial Archeologist and Heir to the planet of Eire IV.

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For a moment, Marcus Spinblat looked like he had seen a ghost. Then his face lit up and he smiled, wobbling toward me. "Damie! Damn you boy, I thought you were dead!" He tried to embrace me, but I held him at arm's length. Marcus was as greesy a fellow as you're likely to meet and I didn't much like the idea of touching him.

"Bah. As if some bitch could kill me off."

Marcus laughed. "Ha! You swaggering dick! I wish I could find a dominatrix who could break you. The femdom fans would pay me gajillions forthat flick."

"I have no interest in entertaining degenerate weaklings," I said. "But in any case I'm not here to stud in your movies. Instead I've brought you some new talent." I snapped my fingers. Aileen and Ciara came through the door behind me, standing slightly in front of me. Aileen looked around, apparently fascinated by the massive open dome that surrounded us and the gas giant filling the western sky. Ciara kept her head down, her face flushed.

"Introduce yourselves, girls," I commanded.

"Ciara McCormick, daughter of Brona McCormick, governess of Eire IV," said Ciara defiantly.

"Aileen McCormick, of the same mother," Aileen said shyly.

Marcus looked flabbergasted, but then he slowly started to grin. "No shit... Governess's daughters..." He rubbed a hand through his thin, greasy hair. "You aren't pranking me, are you Damie?"

"Nope. These two are genuine, grade A Eireish Aristocrat pussy. And you can do whatever you want to them and broadcast it all over the galaxy... for the low price of 100,000 energy credits each."

The pornographer rubbed his hands together. "Well now that is a tempting offer. Of course, I'll have to put them through the standard interview process before I can make any commitments... Standard procedure you understand. But before I do that, I have an offer I think you might be interested in."

I sighed. "I'm not one of your stars anymore, Marcus."

"But you could be again, for a day. Hear me out. It'll be a challenge, even for you!"

A challenge? Really? "Alright, I'm listening."

"The Ogaaran genre is white hot right now," he continued, "and it's easy to see why. Those Ogaarans are freaking monsters, in the sack and out. But we've also been seeing an uptick in one of our subgenres: Standard Phenotype male on Ogaaran female. We call it 'Ogre Slayer'."

"I've tapped a few Ogaaran asses in my time," I said flippantly. "I'm notwildly enthused about doing so again."

"You'll be interested in this one," insisted Marcus. "She's a real freak. We have to put teams of guys up against her just to get a decent scene, and she still usually winds up dominating them all." He rubbed his fingers together. "I'll throw in a fifteen percent royalty for you, too. Whatdaya say? One more scene for old times sake?"

"I don't really care about the royalty, but I am moderately interested in fucking your bitch, if she's really as bad as you say..." I considered for a moment, then nodded. "For old times sake."

"Awesome." He pulled a communicator from his back pocket, dialing quickly. "Mindy? Get Tina. We've got a scene for her. Hmm? Doesn't really matter, we don't really need a setup for this one. Is dome five open? Alright, dome five it is. I'll send our boy right over. That's right, just one. It'll be good. Trust me. Costume? Up to you. Alright." He hung up, turning back to me. "You remember your way around, right Damie?"

"Well enough," I replied.

"Mindy and Tina will be waiting for you in Dome Five whenever you're ready. In the meanwhile, I'll conduct my interview with the noble niblets you've brought me." He rubbed his hands together. "We'll see what they're made of."

I shrugged. "Just remember those two are my property until the ecreds are in my tanks. Until then I expect you to keep your greasy paws off them."

"Of course," said Marcus smoothly.

I departed, heading for Dome Five. Porncast station was one enormous complex the size of a large city. Each dome was the size of a small town, and contained a unique environment. Between the domes were broad corridors with lanes for pedestrian traffic as well as rapid transport horizontal escalators. Men and women in all manner of bizarre costumes passed me going every which way, hustling and bustling between the domes, living quarters, technical offices, and the broadcasting station. Every denizen of Porncast was either an employee or a slave of Marcus Spinblat, and all worked tirelessly to produce and broadcast an endless torrent of smut to the galaxy. Every kind of pornography imaginable is produced on Porncast, from practically amateur camgirl stuff up to full-length feature films heavy on plot . I used to be one of the best male stars on the planetoid before I became a pirate. It was just a job for me, though. I only stayed on just long enough to save up enough money for my first ship.

I passed through the airlock to Dome Five, feeling the humidity of the environment on my skin. Dome Five was a Jungle Biome, meant to lend a sort of primal setting to particular shoots.

A brunette in her late twenties greeted me at the airlock. She wore a pair of white gloves glistening with metal transmitters. Around her swarmed a dozen mini-cameras, buzzing around on little wings like mechanical dragonflies. She held out her hand. "You're Damie?" She asked.

"Daman," I corrected, shaking her hand.

"I'm Mindy. The boss man said you're up for taking on Tina the Titan."

"That's right."

"Are you sure? The last guy who tried her solo almost died."

"I'm sure," I said, rolling my shoulders.

"Alright, as long as you know what you're getting into. I'll be your director and camera girl." She turned, beckoning me to follow. "It'll be a fairly quick shoot. No real setup, just fuck. Tina has a dominant streak but you can fight back if you think you can." She pointed to a wooden structure in the distance. "We'll shoot in hut four. Its the biggest structure in Dome Five other than the Jungle Pyramid. I want the shoot to have a personal feel, but Tina needs plenty of space or she'll fuck down the walls."

An aside about Ogaarans.

A long long time ago, back before the invention of faster than light travel, humans started moving off old earth in multi-generational colony ships. One of these ships reached the planet designated 0 GAAR VI. 0 GAAR, or Ogaar, as it came to be known, was a paradise world. The trees were heavy with fruit, the plains covered in milk producing bovines, the climate mild and tropical all year round at every latitude. There were no large predators, no natural disasters, just about nothing that could stop a man or woman from living a long, easy life. The colonists rejoiced, for truly they had found paradise. They spread across the planet, numbers increasing dramatically every generation.

Then their society collapsed. Why? Well, what is a society really? Why do people get together and cooperate? To overcome adversity. To meet challenges. To deal with threats. But Ogaar didn't have adversity, challenges, or threats. Women and men both abandoned their families. Why work to provide for your children when they can get food off a tree? Why stay faithful to your husband when you don't need him anyway?

As their social norms dissolved the strongest and most violent males began to seize harems of females. The entire planet fell into a continual war of all against all, Ogaaran men competing violently for the only scarce resource on the planet: pussy. Given that women always and everywhere love being dominated by powerful alphas, they did not protest a great deal.

Here's how it works on Ogaar: A tribe of women controls each bit of land. A man owns that tribe of women. They treat him like a king and he can fuck any of them however he wants, whenever he wants... Until another, bigger man comes by and kills him or drives him off. The women will instantly transfer their loyalty to the new king of the hill and forget all about their former master. And so it went for eons.

0 GAAR VI remained in isolation for more than ten thousand years after its colonization, being rediscovered five hundred years after the founding of the Empire of Jupiter. By then the environment had wrought genetic changes on the Ogaarans to the point that they now constitute a sub-phenotype of the greater human family. To a man, they're big, strong, bloodthirsty and... not very bright. The females tend to be pretty good looking though, if you aren't put off by their sheer size - and if you're willing to risk their temper.

When Mindy and I reached the crude wooden structure, a woman of truly incredible stature ducked through the door to greet us. I had my first glimpse of Tina the Titan. Her nickname was quite apt, for she was bigger than most Ogaaran males. At least eight feet tall, she towered over me head and shoulders. The bottom half of her absurdly massive bust hung at my eye level. She was built like an athlete, with strong, graceful limbs, and tight hard abs, but her tits were truly titanic even considering her proportions. Her boobs alone probably weighed as much as Aileen did. Her ass was even more impressive. It's thick roundness arced around like a boulder-sized bubble of glorious gravity defying wobbliness. She was clad in a crude fur garment that barely covered her nipples, her pussy and the crack of her ass. Clearly the intent was a sort of cavewoman look. The overall picture of Tina the Titan was both intimidating and arousing. She eyed me up and down disdainfully. "So you're it, huh?" Asked the mountainous mademoiselle.

"Tina, I take it," I said, holding out my hand. "Pleased to meet you, I'm Daman."

She snorted. "Whatever. Lets just get this over with." She ducked back into the hut. I followed. The interior of the hut was similar to the exterior - crude and sparse. There was a single large table that looked fairly sturdy, and a hard-looking wooden bed against the wall. Tina rounded on me, tossing her long, curly brown hair temperamentally. "Alright Mindy, start rolling the cameras. I'll wreck this Small Penis Human real quick so we can get back to more important shit."

"Standard Phenotype Human," I corrected.

The enormous Ogaaran strutted up to me, grabbing at my groin. "Whatever. None of you little men have a real..." She trailed off as her hand encircled my girth. "Huh." Roughly, she pulled off my loincloth and tossed it aside. For a moment, she just stared. Finally, with sensual smokiness, she said, "Well. You might be worth my time after all little man."

"Alright," said Mindy. We'll do a very basic set up. Tina, you do a sexy dance for a few minutes. Then we'll have Daman enter the room, do a little foreplay, and then get to the hard fucking."

"Nah." Tina put her hands beneath my arms and hauled me into the air, tossing me onto my back on the table. "I'd rather just fuck now."

"Oookaaayy," said Mindy long-sufferingly. She raised her hands, directing the cameraflies to surround Tina and me, recording us from every angle, shifting constantly to get the best possible shots.

Tina mounted the table, straddling me in reverse cowgirl. She pulled aside her skimpy fur thong and started rubbing the thick blunt head of my cock against her pussy. I folded my hands behind my head and grinned. "You can be on top to start," I conceded graciously.

Tina chuckled. "Cocky little prick. You may have a big dick, but you're still a little man. My fat Ogaaran ass will slap you down and make you beg for mercy." She pulled her hips upward, lined up my cock with her slick entrance, and then came down on me like an avalanche.

So quickly did Tina move her hips, that her unbelievably massive ass trailed behind her pelvis, hurtling down on me like a hammer. Nearly a quarter of a second passed in between when her hips touched mine and when her preposterous posterior crashed down onto my torso. If I hadn't flexed my abs, the sheer power of that ass-hammer would have knocked the wind out of my lungs.

One of Mindy's cameraflies was lost in the impact. The tiny flying camera had flown in close to get an up-close view of the initial penetration, only to be smashed to bits between Tina's titanic rump and my rock-hard belly. The shot was probably worth the loss, though. The sight of that massive ass crashing down into the camera would sell vids for sure.

Tina pulled herself up my rod and then crashed down onto me again, with even more intensity that the first thrust. She really meant to slap me into submission with her ass. I grit my teeth. Despite my consummate sexual skill there was little I could do in this position. With Tina on top, I couldn't control the rhythm. Her physical strength was far greater than mine. There were no nerve sequences I could use from a reverse cowgirl position that would be powerful enough to knock her down. I had no choice but to bide my time.

With each downward thrust of her powerful hips, her ass battered me over and over. But luckily, I wasn't the only one affected by her fast pace. Within minutes, Tina the Titan was moaning girlishly. "Oh, yeah. This is some good dick. Mmmm, yes! Oh FUCK!" Finally she trembled, her cunt clenching hard on my iron hard rod, her relentless ass-hammer momentarily stymied as she rode out her orgasm.

As her climax waned, she turned to face me, keeping my cock inside her pussy as she swung from reverse cowgirl into normal cowgirl. "You're lasting longer than I expected, little man," she cooed. "Now lets see if you can handle-"

She had turned around. That was what I'd been waiting for. My hands shot up, seizing her titanic tics and performing a doublePlucking Fruit. Tina's taunting voice died in her throat. Her tongue lolled out the side of her mouth as her eyes rolled up in her head as her body shook. "Holy FUCK!" She screamed. "FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUCK!!" She folded over, falling toward me like a toppling tree.

Before she could fall on top of me I slipped between her legs, allowing her to crash face first onto the table. The impact mostly knocked her out of the daze of absolute bliss I'd sent her into, but by then it was too late. I straddled her and plunged my fat cock into her pussy from above.

"The hell!" Tina snarled, muscles tensing as she prepared to roll over. I hit her withRising Moon, making her collapse back onto the table, her strength sapped by her own intense pleasure. I was in control now, and I wasn't about to let up. With the ability to control the rhythm my sequences were more than enough to keep Tina the Titan in a near constant state of orgasmic climax. Her incredible strength availed her not as I plowed her relentlessly from behind, sending her into another brain searing spasm every time she tried to make a play. I found I didn't really have the room to swing my hips properly kneeling on the table (that ass of hers took up quite a bit of space), so I squatted on the back of her thighs instead, crashing my cock into her cunt without mercy or respite.

Finally she broke. When you've boned as many bitches into submission as I have, you can tell when a girl stops fighting for control and starts to just enjoy the ride. I don't really know how to explain it to you, but I knew at that moment that this slut was mine... At least for the night. I grabbed a fistfull of her hair, pulling her head up to show the cameras the defeated, flushed, tear-stained visage of Tina the Titan.

I laughed wildly. "Stupid slut," I chided. "Did you really think you could take me down just because you have this big, lewd body? Retard." I gave her ass a firm slap.

"I'm sorry for being such a retard," she moaned. "Please punish me for thinking such stupid thoughts, sir."

Laughing, I pulled free of her cunt. I moved off the table and pulled my new bitch by the hair over to the bed. Despite her strength, she didn't resist, instead complying eagerly with my every whim. I threw her down onto the bed and went to town on her over the course of the next two hours. I fucked her pussy in a multitude of positions, switching every time she came. Then I dragged her head over the side of the bed, slamming my cock down her throat, bouncing my balls off her face as I treated her mouth as a fuckhole. I pushed her into a face down, ass up position, planted my foot firmly on the side of her head, and shoved my fat dick into her surprisingly tight ass, showing her (and the audience) who was boss.