Space, Pirates and Other Loves

"You're a tease" She eventually said to me. "You still haven't removed my panties."

Moving away from her breasts, I moved down her waist, and to the thin piece of golden fabric hiding her most private area.

I pulled them down carefully. I couldn't help but feel them stick slightly in the middle. The wetness of her crotch making the panties wet.

This was the first time I smelled her. It was erotic. It was intoxicating. The smell of her pussy turning me on unexpectedly. I never thought I'd feel this for a woman. But I did. I felt that sexual burning I was only just awaking to.

I wanted her now.

But she didn't let me.

Every time I got excited, she took back control of the moment.

"Not yet. Lay on the bed."

I thought I knew what position she wanted. I'd seen it with Lyn and the Zenzes. I'd let the boys in the band do it to me a couple of times. I got on the bed, and opened my legs.

The princess got onto the bed with me.

For a moment I was fully aware there was no door to the room. That the princess' guards were just outside the door. Listening to each of our soft moans. That others could walk past and see us.

And then I got another whiff of the princess, and it didn't matter.

Nothing mattered, except her. Except us.

She didn't put her head between my legs like the boys had done. Not at first.

She put herself above my head. She loomed over me. Her body casting a shadow over me.

And then her knees rested on either side of my head.

And then she lowered herself. She slowly descended until her pussy was resting on my face.

I tilted my head up, and opened my mouth. And for the first time in my life, I tasted a woman.

I tried to pay attention to what she reacted to. When I licked something and she moaned or grunted, I licked it more. I tried to find her clit, and sucked on it. I sucked and licked and kissed anything that seemed to build pleasure in her.

While I did that, her hands began to play with my breasts. Teasing my nipples. Sometimes squeezing them, or just drawing small circles around them. Other times she took both my large breasts in her small hands, trying to hold and squeeze all of them.

I don't know if I did a good job, a bad job or she was just tired of sitting up. But eventually she moved her body position, until she was laying on top of me, her pussy still resting on my face.

But now her face was at my pussy. And like with Otto several days before, we shared a 69.

69 with a woman was so different to a man. We were, in many ways, identical. What one person did, if it felt good, they copied on the other. She pushed her tongue into my pussy as far as she could. And I did the same to her. The pleasures I felt were impossible to describe, and I did everything I could to give them to her too.

Somehow, the pleasure became too much. My body couldn't handle it. It shook, squeezing the princess's head between my legs as I spasmed in uncontrolled ecstasy. I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. The pleasure had overridden everything. I was a slave to the pleasure.

Eventually, I regained control of my own body. The pleasure sliding away like a wave leaving the beach.

I let the princess go from my vice-like grip, Escaping from under her.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry" I said, near sobbing. "I hope I didn't hurt you. I had no control I'm sorry I'm sorry."

The princess just rested on the bed, a sly, fox-like smile across her face.

"Nothing to say sorry for, my innocent dove. You just had your first orgasm."

I thought I'd felt an orgasm before. I thought when the boys, thrusting into me, had given me pleasure - I thought that was an orgasm.

I was wrong.

Or if it had been an orgasm, it had been but a drop compared to what the princess had given me.

"You've had your first orgasm," the princess repeated. "Now give me mine."

She pointed downwards, at her open crotch. At the pink pussy open and waiting for me.

And I obeyed my princess.

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I don't know how long we stayed in her bed. Long enough for both of us to orgasm twice more. She pushed two fingers inside me, and showed me how to stroke the inside of a pussy better than a cock ever could. And after she'd given me an orgasm with her fingers, I copied, and returned the pleasure to her.

I thought we had finished then, and we rested on the bed for a while. Cuddling, like the singers sometimes did with me after sex.

But unlike the boys, within a few moments of cuddling, both of us were horny again. And without a word, returned to exploring each other's bodies.

It was only after our second 'round' and we both experienced our third orgasm, that she told me to put my clothes back on.

"I can stay all night, if you want, your majesty" I told her. "I'm here to bring you pleasure for as long as you need."

"Oh, I'd like that" she replied "but I'm already late. My family will be expecting me to join them with the band."

"What do you mean?" I said, putting back on my clothes. The princess only replaced her panties, but left everything else off.

"The band have sung their songs for us, and entertained us all publically. And now, they will entertain our royal family...privately."

I realised what she meant. She meant sex. She meant sex with the band members. That her family would all be having sex with the band, and that she would join them.

It just didn't make sense to me.

"But..you like girls?"

"Oh, I much prefer girls. But when you are a princess, you cannot be too picky. I'll take a cock if I need to."

"But.." I continued, "There aren't any girls in the band."

"Exactly. Such a disappointment" she said, as she and her guards led me out of the bedroom. She walked topless amongst her guards with utter confidence.

"I mean, your majesty, that there are only boys in the band. There aren't any girls. So what will your father, the king, and your brother do?"

"They will do the band, same as me" she said with a laugh, laughing at my naivety. "My father and brother both enjoy men as much as women. My father especially loves to humble special guests."

We stopped at a doorway that already had several guards outside it.

"See for yourself." the princess instructed.

It was as she said. All in the room were naked. The naked king was standing behind a bent over AJ, thrusting into him hard from behind, his hands on the singer's hips. For a king in his late 60s, he had plenty of energy. Moham was in a similar position to AJ, with the prince using him just as vigorously. Moham seemed to be enjoying himself a lot more than AJ.

The queen was there too, on the bed in the middle of the room, with Otto on top of her. Pushing into her much like he'd pushed his cock into me so many times over the 3 day travel.

Kenji was in one corner, apparently catching his breath.

I looked away, back to the princess.

"This is where I leave you, sweet one" She told me. "If you ever find such a girl as yourself, naive to the world of women, remember me, and I'll reward you well for it. Twice over, if she is as sweet looking as you."

It seemed she'd finished talking, before she added one final thing. "It would be fitting too. For you to bring me a new lover. Since I was the first woman to pleasure your captain too. The chain would continue."

My jaw dropped to the floor at that revelation. The idea that the captain's first lesbian lover was also the princess, was shocking to me.

But I couldn't enquire further. The princess walked away from me, and into their orgy. I watched her order Kenji onto the floor, and I saw her lower herself onto his thin cock as the guards led me away and back to the entrance of the palace.

An entrance, where Captain Rosetta and her guard were waiting for us. She had a knowing smile on her face, and I couldn't help but blush.

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When I returned to the ship with the captain, it was finally time to do something I'd been dreading.

I had to see the doctor. Captain's orders.

It was night, and most of the crew were in hammocks. Very few were working the night shift, as we were docked. Still, at the captain's express command I woke up Estacer, the ship's head of security.

"Don't know what the captain was thinkin" he moaned as we walked along the corridor. "Takin it on board as the doctor. Can't be trusted. Should me and my security team be bothered every time someone's got a papercut? Or some woman's time of the month?"

Estacer was a rat faced man that I liked less and less by the second. But he was head of security. He wasn't big or muscular. He was one of those thin looking guys that seem weak until you realise those thin muscles are like wires of metal under tension. Disproportionately strong for his size. Plus, I'd heard he was the best on the whole ship with a pistol.

And as we arrived at the doctor's office, he drew one of his two guns.

And he pointed them at the door.

"Go ahead girl. Give it a knock."

But I didn't have to. A robotic voice came from inside the room, and the door clicked open. "Good evening. How may I assist your medical needs today?"

Inside the room was a long metal table in the centre, a wall of medical tools along the walls, and a robot in the middle.

It looked humanoid. Two arms, two legs. A fixed smile on its metallic face to try and appear friendly. It didn't work.

It repeated its earlier statement. "Good evening. How may I assist your medical needs today?"

"Um...the captain said I needed a check-up. Um...a partial check-up, she said."

"What a pity" the robot said without changing its tone. "I do enjoy giving full check-ups. Very well. Please lay on the table."

As I laid down on the metal table, I glanced behind me at the doorway. Estacer was still there with his gun pointed at the robot.

The robot began to scan me with a beam of light from its eyes.

"I see you broke your left arm when you were five," the robot said. "The fracture has healed at a variation of 1.57 degrees. Thus, your arm is no longer straight. Would you like me to break your arm and reset it at 0 degrees?"

"No." came Estacer's voice before I could speak.

"Understood. I can see you have a 7.46% chance of developing cancer in your left breast within the next thirty years. Would you like me to remove the breast now?"

"NO!" This time I could speak before Estacer.

"Very well."

His scanning eyes seemed to focus on my hips. "You have had unprotected sex with....two...fertile males over the past week. There are still active sperm alive in your reproductive system. There was also an infertile male, but that is unimportant to your health at this time."

"Um..OK?"

"Is it your desire to become pregnant?" The robot asked.

"No. Not now anyway. Maybe not ever."

The robot paused for a second, processing the information, before replying. "I have two options. I can remove your entire reproductive tract, making pregnancy permanently impossible. Alternatively I can give you two pills that will clear your reproductive system of foreign sperm. I highly recommend the removal of all reproductive organs."

"Just the pills please."

"Disappointing, but understandable. Here are your pills. Have a good day."

I swallowed the pills with a glass of water the robot gave, and I quickly left the room with Estacer.

"Fitting punishment, if you ask me" the man said as we walked along the corridor away from the doctor's room.

"Why?"

"He..or she...you can't tell inside those robot things...was once a human. A murderer. His planet, one of the more civilised places near old-earth - if you get convicted of murder, they carve out your brain, put it in one of those machines. You spend the rest of your life forced to heal people as like...recompense or whatever. But that one, he must have been one hell of a sadistic bastard before they changed him. Even now he'll do the worst medical treatments possible if you don't stop him quickly."

"Really?"

"Yep" he said with a dark laugh. "Once one of my security guards went in for a small cut. Didn't take anyone in as back-up. Robot put her to sleep and started removing every limb that had more than a 0.01% chance of cancer."

"What happened?"

"We stopped the doctor before it could remove anything else, and Anu retrained from security to button pusher."

We didn't talk after that. In the sleeping room, I got in a hammock and tried not to dream of the horror Anu must have suffered. Now I knew why she has two metal legs.

..............

Shore leave.

That was what they called it. Even though it was a spaceport outside a city in the desert. It was called shore leave.

And it meant we were free.

We all queued up outside the quartermaster's office, and one by one he gave us our payment and made us sign for it.

"Juniour rates" he said as I took the bag of credits.

It was more than our family farm made from a month of milk sales.

Being a 'privateer' paid well.

With Lyn I went clothes shopping. She couldn't believe it when I told her the story of bargaining with the captain for permission to wear different clothes.

She could believe the story about me and the princess. She wanted more and more details. As we chose clothes for me, I told her everything. About what I felt, how the princess tasted and what her voice sounded like when she moaned.

I could tell Lyn was turned on. And I was too, telling the story! Remembering it, reliving it in my mind, was almost as good as it had been in real life.

Eventually, we got back to the task of shopping and we chose some nice clothes for me. Dungarees like I used to wear on the farm for when I'm working in the button room, and some more comfortable, skinner outfits for when I was off work. I couldn't wait to wear them tomorrow. Today would be my last day in the plain grey usual ship uniform.

Then I followed Lyn to one of the local bars. Other members of the crew were there too. We ate, and we drank.

And I got tipsy.

And when Lyn suggested we go back to the ship, I agreed without hesitation.

I don't remember which of us first suggested visiting one of the empty guest quarters. I think it might have been me.

And in the quiet guest room, on the small bed. I tasted another woman's pussy for the second time in twenty-four hours.

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Neither of us noticed that the ship had taken off.

We DID both notice when the door was kicked open and guns were pointed at our faces.

Dressed all in black military garb, the two men pointed their guns at us even as we got dressed, panicking about what was happening. Lyn put on some of my newly bought clothes in a hurry, her own clothes scattered around the room. They said nothing to us, other than to get dressed and to come with them.

The men took us to the control room. A place I'd only been once before, when I was given a tour of the whole ship on my second day.

The soldiers / mercenaries always had their guns aimed at us, as if hoping for a reason to shoot. When we arrived at the control room, others of the crew were being held there too. I saw the captain, in her underwear, with what looked like one of the local girls. The poor girl was terrified, and the captain was trying to keep her calm. The fat quartermaster was there too, whispering with other crew. I didn't see Ratslayer, Fillip, Anu or most of the security team.

It was a hijacking. They must have taken advantage with half the crew away on shore leave. Yes. Half the crew must be alive on the planet. At least, I hoped that was the truth. I didn't like the alternative.

One man stood out to me more than any of the others. He had scars across his face like an animal had clawed at him. He gave me an evil smile showing half his teeth were missing.

"You checked every room?" He asked one of his men.

"Yes boss." replied the hijacker with a metallic left arm. "We got all the humans here."

"Aliens?"

"We found and tied up a ZenZes. There were a few Kuniem but they resisted. We shot one and locked the other four in one of the storage rooms."

"Good. The ship is almost ours. One thing left."

The man with the scar, the boss, called out to all of us. The prisoners. "My name is RamHammer. And I am now your god. If you do what I say, when I say, I might let you live. Now, where is the captain?"

There was silence. Then a voice. But not Captain Rossetta. It was the fat quartermaster.

"I'm the Captain."

RamHammer pulled out his gun, and in fluid motion, shot the quartermaster in the leg. The fat man cried out in pain.

"Nice try. We know the captain is a woman."

"I'm Captain Rosetta Tyde, out of Lyn by Barbarosa. Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck are you doing on my ship."

It was a woman's voice. It was spoken with strong command. It was spoken with power.

And it was spoken by Lyn. She stood up, looking strong yet beautiful in the clothes I bought just hours ago.

"Now THAT sounds like a captain." said the scar-faced hijacker. "Let's have a look at you. Yep. You look like the captain. Dress like the captain and talk like the captain. I do believe we've got the captain."

And he pulled his gun up, and shot Lyn between the eyes.

"There can only be one god on the ship."

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I cried over my friend's dead body. Eventually two of the hijackers took her body away from the rest of us.

I tried not to look at the real captain. I knew if I revealed who the real captain was, she'd be shot too. Then Lyn's sacrifice would have been in vain.

Hijackers went in and out the room, but the boss stayed in the room with us the whole time, along with others to press buttons. His team seemed to know how to work the ship. It was clearly not their first time on a class Omega starcruiser. I wondered how many of these near-unique ships had been taken by them.

Eventually, they got bored. And you know what evil bored men do when they have captive girls.

It was the captain and the planet native who were first to feel their boredom. Probably because they were both already in their underwear. One of the men (a large gold earring catching the gleam of control panel lights) pointed his gun in the crying girl's face, unzipped himself and told her to suck his dick. When she didn't stop crying, the gun was pointed closer at her head.

It was at that point the captain took the man's cock instead, expertly demonstrating a blow-job to all of us. But the earring-wearing hijacker wasn't satisfied with that. The captain was gorgeous, but she wasn't the one he wanted. Maybe he got excited about crying girls. I wouldn't be surprised.

Holding back her tears, the crying girl joined in, taking turns to suck on the man's cock. A second hijacker - the one with the metal arm, pulled his dick out too, 'offering' it to the captain. Two men and two blowjobs.

Meanwhile, the quartermaster began to groan at the pain in his shot leg.

"Bloody man's putting me off," the earring man complained. "If he don't put a stop in it, I'll put a stop to him."

The metal armed man pulled the captain to her feet, and pulled down her panties. He leant her against one of the nearby control panels.

It was the pose I had taken, just before Ratslayer had taken my virginity.

"Oh go on big boy" the captain told him, trying to take back some control of the situation. "Give me your big, ship-stealing cock."

The man just grunted, but he did what he was told. He pushed his dick into her, and began to thrust.

The earring man, seeing his colleague had begun fucking, moved the native girl to the same pose, next to the captain. The two women managed to link hands as the second man pushed himself into the tearful girl.

The ship's hodgepodge design reflected the moment. Captain Rosetta was leaning on a dirty, rusty part of the control panel. The native girl was on a pristine white console.

The captain whispered something to the girl, and the terrified girl commented loudly "Oh, I'm so lucky to have your big thick cock inside me! He feels so good!"