Tales of the "Pink Mist" Ch. 02

"I fucking knew I shouldn't have come here," Charleen grumbled. She turned to leave with the lieutenant in tow. Some inner voice in her head stopped her dead in her tracks. She turned back to see a third man ram his cock into the slave's ass; the slave girl cried out in pain, then just whimpered and endured. Emotions warred in Charleen's mind.

She was supposed to act like a pirate. A bad ass. She WAS a bad ass. Yet, even bad asses had some sort of compassion. This was another person's property, though. He or she could do whatever they wanted with their property. But, this was a human being. No one should own anyone else. Ever.

"Lieutenant," Charleen said under her breath, "you may want to run down and grab a bite to eat or something..." The lieutenant grinned evilly and pushed up her own sleeves.

"Commander, you're my boss and you stuck by me through my court martial last year." She cracked her knuckles. "Let's do this."

Quillan was bent over the desk, jumpsuit puddled around her ankles, her hands holding on to the edges of the desk as Infernus slid his cock into her and began pumping. Quillan always faced the desk when he fucked her as she had a hard time getting wet while looking at him. Still, his huge dick felt good as it slid in and out of her, her juices beginning to trickle down her leg.

"You know why I gotta do this, right?" spoke Infernus in a low voice as he stroked in and out at a rhythmic pace, his enormous hands holding her hips for purchase.

"Y-y-es, sir," Quillan said, her voice quavering as Infernus sped up slightly. "I was a-a-a bad g-g-girl when I des-troy-troyed your...." Sharp inhalation of breath as his cock found her g-spot. "...your outpost." She pressed her forehead against the cool desk, concentrating on the sensation of the meat inside her. He knew how to use his cock, that's for sure. "Y-y-you're the first man I've had...this year...you should...feel...ohhhhhhhhhhhh..." Her muscles involuntarily clenched around his cock, the wave of her orgasm nearing its peak. "...honored."

He sensed her impending orgasm and thrust deeply into her, then held his cock motionless. He knew this was the best way to torture her. Bring her to the edge, but don't let her come. As her breathing slowed and became steady again, he started pumping slowly once more.

"...not fair," she whimpered.

His bass drum chuckle sounded in her ear.

"I gotta make ya pay for taking my merchandise," he said, reaching to grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back. "I guess I could charge ya creds for 'em, but this is more fun for both of us."

She tried to nod in the affirmative, but her hair was held in his vice like grip; all she could do was moan and sigh as he took her from behind.

"H-how did you know i-it was me?" She clenched her eyes tightly, her orgasm building again. She was determined to come this time, sucking her lower lip. He stopped completely, slightly out of breath, a trickle of sweat rolling down his massively muscled chest.

"Didn't know it was YOU until I saw my boy sitting in the gunner's seat." He waited for her breathing to change again. "Extreme range sensors on Tylo picked up massive cutting laser energy in that sector. I had a cam-sat redirected..." He started pumped slowly, releasing her hair, moving both enormous hands to her breasts, pinching her nipples. "It caught the flash of a dreadnaught disappearing just as it got in range."

He gave an enormous thrust, pinning her lips to the desk, burying himself deep within her. She felt as if his cock would break through her insides and come out her mouth. She screamed as she came. Every muscle in her body involuntarily tightened, fingers digging into the edge of the desk. A rainbow of color explosions in her head.

He yanked his dripping dick from her pussy and savagely thrust it into her asshole, his own hips moving at full speed; his cock stretching her to the limit. Pleasure/pain enveloped her. She screamed again. Pain. Ecstasy. No hate. No love. Merely a fuck. A satisfaction of one of the basic human needs.

Gotta put this little bitch in her place. No body fucks with my business. He came with a grunt and yanked his still-spewing dick out of her asshole as he bodily turned her and forced her face in front of his cock. Without a word she began licking the cum and shit from the shaft.

Hidden cameras in the office picked up every word and action. Infernus liked to rewatch his better conquests.

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Alice had explored every corner of the station, via cameras and sensor suites, as soon as she could pick up a clear signal. The artificial intelligence of the station's computers, while extremely smart, was no match for her. The stolen Alliance software firewalls and guardian programs which were in place had been the exact same which had guarded her from intruders. She knew them well. Probably better than the coders who had written them.

While she monitored every crew mate and ship's system, she peeked into Infernus' office, curious to know what was happening.

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Using the 19th century shower in Infernus' private bathroom, Quillan cleaned herself up, very carefully washing the sundered portions of her anatomy. Infernus had fucked her for four solid hours. There were places that had never hurt so badly...

Coiffed and fully dressed once again, she exited the private office and looked around the lobby for Alice. The lobby was empty. She tapped her lifecomm twice.

"Commander Nine, please report your whereabouts."

She waited. The comm unit beeped. The voice issuing from it chilled her to the bone. Flat. Emotionless. It didn't sound female or male. It just was. Reminiscent of the old computer on her now-defunct ship.

"Algorithmic Logistical Intelligent Control Entity Number Nine online. This unit is currently located in repair bay five two seven per docking instructions."

Her legs felt weak...and not from the four hour fuck session she'd just gone through. Her mind took a moment to figure what to do; what to say. Dread deep in her soul.

"Alpha One Priority system scan. Set residual systems to go/nogo status until complete. Confirm and initiate," Quillan ordered.

"Alpha One Priority scan. Go/nogo status on residual systems. Time to completion sixteen point two seven hours. Scan initiated," came the flat monotone reply.

Quillan had just told the computer to check itself bit by bit, leaving vital systems such as security and life support on automatic.

All data was a series of ones and zeros. The main computer was able to store six exabytes of thes ones and zeros. Theoretically, it could contain every single word and utterance in the history of mankind. Its equivalent to a random access memory was able to process that information at the unheard of rate of twenty-two point five brontoflops per second. Suffice to say that the machine was fast. Such incredible processing power generated incredible heat. Some of that heat was used for human comfort levels on board the ship, the rest was cooled by her heat dissipation liquids and then vented into space. In stealth mode, the heat was dumped into a "tank" for later release.

She tapped the lifecomm twice to shut off communications with the ship, heaved a huge sigh, and tapped it again as she headed for the shimmerpad to take her out of the office.

"Commander Wilkerson. Meet me at the ship as soon as possible." She pulled her carrier from her hip and began typing on it as she flickered back into the passage she and Alice had left earlier.

"Gonna be a wee bit hard to do, Captain," came the hesitant reply.

"Commander Wilkerson, I don't care who you're fucking, get to the ship right this very second or your pay will be deposited into an on-station account. The only words I want to hear from you are, 'Yes, ma'am.' Got it?"

Long pause.

"I'm in jail, Captain."

Holy shit.