The Captain’s Daughter

"So I have to ask... Two things. First, what were you saying when you were on top earlier?"

She smiled in memory, "Oh, that. Long story, kind of goes back to an old boyfriend. Translates pretty much as 'Stick it in me, white boy.' You offended?"

I'd been called worse so just shrugged. "And what's that tattoo on your inner thigh? Looks like something medical, but I was too busy..."

She looked surprise for a second, then I realized she was joking. I obviously wasn't the first who had enquired about the odd tattoo on her inner thigh: It looked like some sort of identifier with a barcode and numbers adjacent to a medical symbol of some kind I didn't recognize. "I have a tattoo? Really? I didn't know!"

She laughed and I could tell this was a joke she'd used before. "Oh that... It's a medical thing. Nothing to worry about. I'm in perfect health, and very sexy. Good job noticing, though. You seemed kind of busy down there."

We kissed a bit and drifted off to sleep. Hina woke first, and I woke as she completed showering and dressing. She still looked great: Her plump body flattered even the clothes from last night that was the only thing she had with her since her bags had been left on the ship.

"Wakey, wakey" she softly announced, "Captain says everyone should be at a breakfast in about 20 minutes. I'll leave in a few and give you time to clean up."

Twenty minutes later I stumbled to the restaurant Sato had summoned us to. Hina was there as we had arranged, excitedly talking to her father in a rapid mix of Japanese and English. Janey and Murtaugh were seated next to each other: As always, they were an odd couple with Janey's tall thin form towering over the short but broad loadmaster. My guess is the two and done their usual and had fun with one or two hired guns in an auto-brothel for the evening before calling it a night. Bristol was Bristol, always calmly reading a tech manual or whatever on his tablet as he waited for everyone to arrive. Trim arrived after me, late and looking hung over.

We weren't scheduled to leave for another couple days, and I knew we couldn't with the repairs that hadn't been completed, so the breakfast was a little unusual, but I assumed it was related to Hina.

"Good morning, everyone." Sato stock to speak after everyone had placed an order for breakfast. "As you hopefully heard, my daughter Hina will be accompanying us on our next trip. I wanted to introduce everyone more formally and make sure you all understood that while she should be treated as you would any other crew member, she is also at the same time my daughter and I can space you if there's problems."

Polite laughter followed. I hope no one noticed Hina and I making eye contact. She licked her lip sexily as she looked at me, which was interrupted by a waitress dropping a plate of pancakes in front of her.

"Cap, did we get the belt run we were bidding for?" asked Murtaugh. We'd been angling for a high-profile run to a scene facility in the belt with a large container of supplies. It'd be a long trip, but promised an easy trip with a good payoff. That was Murtaugh: All business, even if he had spent the evening in a rented BDSM dungeon. I've heard he did a lot of submissive stuff with Janey in charge, but they also took turns to keep it interesting. Not my thing, but it worked for them.

"Yes!" Sato was unusually excited as we'd ben trying to get this contract for a while. "So, again, it'll be a long trip. Plan accordingly."

We ate and made small talk. Hina had to push it when her father asked how the bar had been last night. She said it had been a great night and I know he saw her smirk at me. The whole table probably suspected something had happened between us and I know my face was flushed. We reviewed the mission in detail and talked through a few minor concerns, but it looked pretty clear.

The next few days passed quickly. Hina was always nearby, but so busy with all the jobs her father assigned her that there was no chance to recreate our earlier night. I checked out of my hotel room: Somewhat embarrassingly I found her green bra behind the chair we'd fucked in and had to sneak it back to the ship. Janey complained a bit, but rearranged her cramped quarters to accommodate Hina. Every room had two bunks anyway, although unassigned bunks were toggled against the wall.

At one point Hina did visit the engine room with a memory module that had just been delivered and briefly trapped me against the wall until I gave a kiss, but we were both keeping our night of passion quiet.

She fit in to the crew well: She got along well with Janey and Murtaugh, even if she was a bit curt with Trim. I hoped she'd loosen up to Trim: Oscar 'Trim' Turnbul was a sleaze and a drunk when he was off work, but he'd stick to the straight and narrow once we launched. It turns out she'd met Bristol before, and even called him 'Uncle Bristol' in casual moments.

Launch was always stressful for a ship's engineer, but strapped in to a jumpsuit in engineering I got to watch Hina react as the Koi rumbled into life. The fusion drive was barely ticking over as we left the bay by magnetic assist and the ship shook as the drive fired, setting us on our way. I watched her boobs jiggle as it launched and smiled. She saw me and stuck out her tongue, groping herself as a tease.

Two days to the Falcon-Three habitat to pick up our load, and nearly four hours of Murtaugh grumbling as he checked the locking grapples one by one. The Sylph class is built with external cargo in mind, but the cargo for this trip was big. A long cylinder about a hundred meters long, it carried an entire self-contained lab module. that was attached adjacent to our hull. If you remember the old Earth orbital shuttles, it's like the Koi was a shuttle with a massive tank attached.

Another burn and we were finally under way. Nearly ten months to reach Belt Science Gamma, and twelve more back with another container. Almost two years, but with the bonuses we were practically being paid three years salary for the hitch.

Shipboard life settled into the usual rhythm of a spacecraft in flight. Janey and Trim alternated six hour shifts with Captain Sato jumping in to keep them sane and rested as needed. Bristol, Murtaugh and I focused on minor repairs and moving our 'internal' cargo around as needed, which was a nice way of saying we cooked, cleaned, and did all the other shit jobs while hoping nothing important broke. Bristol took an occasional flight deck shift, too: He was the most veteran crew and could probably do anything on board even if the older black man preferred sticking to engineering.

Hina was a huge help as she bounced around the ship: One day I'd see her sitting at a cockpit station with one of the pilots, the next she'd be stuck cooking in the galley or cleaning the head. She didn't ever complain beyond some light-hearted token grumbling. She took to the reduced gravity of our normal travel thrust like she'd been born to it: She maneuvered better than veterans, carefully watching to make sure you didn't slam into a hatchway or similar. I swear she couldn't be sleeping more than a few hours a day with alls he was doing.

We flirted constantly, but neither was quite willing to really try anything yet. The ship was intimate, but in a "family" sense, not a "lovers ripping each other's close off" sense. The ship was tiny, far too tiny for the loud passion we'd had back at the Ironforge hotel.

The truth is space travel is boring and you have to find something to amuse yourself. Captain Sato and Bristol were old hands and read a lot. Murtaugh and Trim had downloaded countless hours of soccer they'd watch in the lounge like it was live broadcasts. Bristol was a fan, too, and you'd find him quietly reading a book while the other two cheered and yelled at the games on the big lounge screen. Janey was the odd duck that seemed to just shut down during long stretches off-duty: She'd be in her bunk for hours between shifts on the flight deck sometimes. I know she also did embroidery, which was an incongruous hobby for the tall no-nonsense pilot who spent her leaves dressing her partner in bondage gear. Me? I had games I'd play and worked on completing a course on maintaining the new comm system we had recently installed.

Hina was all over the place. One day she'd be watching soccer with the guys, then she'd play a couple rounds of a game with me. She took over the galley a few times to try and spice up our diet of frozen meals. Everyone appreciated the effort, even if the 'brownies' were more of a cocoa-powder flavored soup.

She flirted with me constantly, too. The farther we traveled from Earth the more clever and intense she got. Early on it was a little comment or even a glance across the deck as we worked, but a week later she'd find an excuse to 'accidentally' fondle my butt while I was working in a maintenance panel. One time she was leaving the head module and made sure I could see her fingers wrapped around one generous breast tweaking her own nipple before pulling her undershirt down. I smiled, but was too chicken to really try anything.

Months pass: Turnaround went smoothly and we arrive at Belt Science Gamma right on time. The cargo hand-off takes a bit longer than expected as they're not quite ready to let go of the old cargo module we're picking up. Still, with Murtaugh supervising we detach the massive cargo module we're carrying and place so they can attach it to their habitat, then scoot over to pick up an older module that needs to be shipped back to Earth. Since they kept us waiting they've tossed in a few crates of hydroponic vegetables we certainly appreciate.

Hours later and we're back in the void heading for Earth. The mood is high: There's talk we might have a month of downtime, and Janey thinks we should all join her on a trip to Rome she's wanted to do for years. Bristol's grumbling about retiring again, but that's normal. he's talked about retiring the entire time I've been on board.

I find myself sitting with Hina at the galley bar, talking as we play a magnetic checkers game we've scrounged up. I learn more about her father than I've known the whole time we've been on the ship together: He'd been doing Earth-Mars runs as a pilot when he'd fallen in love with her mother, a biologist. Her mother wanted to do a long hitch at a station trying to engineer plant life that could survive the hellish atmosphere of Venus when she'd become pregnant with Hina, but the captain wasn't interested in a minimum two year stretch in someplace so isolated. They'd divorced on bad terms after a series of fights and he'd barely seen Hina for the last decade, especially since he'd ended up in command of a ship that did long haul runs.

Hina hadn't had the happiest childhood, but it seems like her dad's suggestion a few years ago to look into the Spacer Academy had given her a real goal. Her mother had wanted her to focus on scholarly pursuits, but Hina was the type that wanted to be out doing things, as she demonstrated on our ship. No matter if it was helping the pilots schedule a course correction, cooking in the galley, or tempting me by smacking her lovely ass when she knew I'd be climbing past an open hatch she threw herself into it excitedly.

We were two months from Earth and the tension between myself and Hina had risen. We kept finding little moments throughout the day. Never more than a kiss or quick fondle of a back or leg or breast, but constant. I found myself thinking about her on top of me constantly. I couldn't get a straight answer out of her as to what would happen when we docked: Would she be staying on board for another trip, or catching a transfer shuttle back to the Academy for another semester? If she's leaving us, I was hopeful for another chance at a night with her to send her off happy at least. Maybe a real date at someplace nice down on the Resort Deck.

Then the incident happened: Alarms blared an 'atmosphere loss' tone. I checked the nearest panel, which stated that a leak had started in engineering and all compartment doors had slammed shut. I took stock of everyone not he ship: I was in the galley reheating a pan of frozen lasagna. Janey and Sato were on the flight deck, but I heard Sato moving down to join us in the lounge. Murtaugh and Trim were here as well, watching another game from the seasons of soccer they had stockpiled. Bristol was in his quarters, but he also climbed up the ladder to join us as we checked diagnostics.

Hina! She had gone to the engine compartment to return a toolkit her father had needed for a flight deck console that kept failing. She was trapped in the engine room that was rapidly losing atmosphere.

A sudden pressure loss like we were dealing with would be dangerous for many experienced spacers. I worried the inexperienced woman would have no chance. She'd need to avoid panic, grab the nearest patch kit and use it correctly. It was something we hadn't drilled on, and I knew I'd need to convince the Captain to let me override the hatch to go save her.

I ran to the door and began the override, shouting my plan. Captain Sato had me pulled away and even had Murtaugh and Trim pull me away. I could hear nothing but the alarm's shrill blare as I imagined the woman I loved dying of asphyxiation in the cold of space.

And then the alarm stopped. I checked the status panel again: She'd stopped the leak!

The next few hours were a rush of activity: Sato pulled me into the med bay and demanded to know if I was OK for the spacewalk we'd need to put a permanent patch on from outside. I made my case as Murtaugh prepared a suit and tools for me in the forward airlock. I could see Hina wearing an emergency mask make a 'thumb up' gesture through the tiny window as Bristol and I prepared for the patch mission.

The spacewalk went off without incident and the patch was good. I returned to the ship to find Hina in med bay as everyone celebrated. She looked amazing for having just avoided a horrible death: She was pale and seemed tired, but was otherwise unhurt. I hugged her and even kissed her in front of everyone, not caring if anyone saw us after her near-death experience.

We'd fixed the leak, but it had been caused by a blowout on a nav module. We'd need to cut the engine and coast for a few days. It was moderately dangerous, but we had a firm plan to route around the blown out nav module. It would require a few days coasting to do the repair and let all the nav gear re-sync, though.

So everyone worked their butts off for three days to get the bypass set up and make sure it worked. Hina ended up practically leading the work: She'd done something a similar bypass for a project in an Academy class, while Bristol and I hadn't made any major changes to nav gear like this in years.

Working in zero-g complicates everything. The whole ship's made for it, of course, but since we're almost always under power or docked at a habit it gets old real quick. Little stuff like tools floating around means extra work and the water taps in the head being locked out means everyone's dirty and stressed out. You have to strap yourself down to the bunk to sleep so you don't drift off and the galley's shut down so stuck eating emergency rations.

The emergency rations and lack of water had everyone in a foul mood by the end of the second day. I swear we ate so many beans I half expected to see my crew jetting around the ship on their personal engines. If a deck didn't smell like a fart it smelled like stale socks. We kept a clean ship, but the environmental systems were built to work best under gravity. We wouldn't die, but we might wish we had if it got worse.

Hina seemed to take it in stride. We hadn't realized how good she was in zero-g, but she took to it like a fish in water. I caught her on the evening of the fourth day as we were all taking a well-earned nap trying to push off from Engineering and see how far she could make it down the central access without hitting the side. Wouldn't have been weird but she was topless for a while. I have to admit I missed seeing those tits.

"New game?" I said, surprising her as she bumped into the access shaft wall boob-first.

She turned, surprised. "Oh, sorry. Didn't know you were up. I feel like I can feel the air currents when it's quiet like this."

She shrugged into her jumpsuit. Zero gravity had only made her breasts more impressive, and I had my own 'zero-g rudder' rapidly forming as I hung just outside my cabin. "Sorry I interrupted. Great job with the nav override, you know. Everyone thinks you did a great job."

Drifting, she zipped up her jumpsuit. she kicked off a wall panel, and came to rest just before me. Her grace on zero-g made most of the seasoned crew look bad. She seemed to turn effortlessly as she came up to face me. "I haven't had a chance to thank you for thew other day. I heard you wanted to blow the hatch to save me."

"You're part of the crew." I blushed.

"Maybe a bit more." she grabbed my head and pulled her compact body over to me. Her lips found mine, and we kissed the long, careful kiss we'd both been wanting for months since the hotel room in Ironforge.

Her voice was a high whisper as she put her head to my ear. "I think you've been a very good boy and earned a reward. Tomorrow."

She flipped away, heading up to the lounge, leaving me waiting for tomorrow.

The next day was mostly just keeping the ship in one piece while we waited for the nav system to confirm our position so we could plot a new course and get on the way home. No one had much to do. That evening everyone was tired and dirty and just wanted to turn in after finishing some final checks. Janey was on duty on the flight deck, but I was still surprised when I got a message to come to the room Hina shared with her.

A vision of loveliness greeted me: Hina was hanging by her arms from the ceiling as I entered. I had just seen her topless the day before, but I found it incredibly sexy how she'd made a sort of improvised bikini out of caution tape she'd found in a supply cabinet. It's amazing what a few feet of yellow plastic ribbon can do to make a beautiful woman even more so.

A double-loop of the stuff wrapped her generous breasts, pushing them tightly together though they overflowed a bit. Two curled lengths ran down and a few loops encircled her body, but some complex loops and knots wrapped around her thighs and covered her crotch. A big bow sat on top of her rounded butt.

"I said you had earned a reward. Want to unwrap it?" she said, another smile that was somehow innocent and promised incredible naughtiness at the same time. I closed the hatch behind me and floated before her. Somehow even days in zero-g with nothing but sponge baths and she looked even better than she normally did to me. I began stripping off my own jumpsuit with her help.

"Do... Do we have time for?" My meaning was obvious. Hina shared this room with Janey, and mine was shared with Murtaugh. Really no privacey on a ship this size.

"Shhh.." she touched my nose with one finger. Her other hand was gently rubbing my crotch. "Janey's got another few hours on the flight deck and won't bother us. Besides... Who do you think help me plan this?"

She wiggled her cute ass and I felt my resistance weakening. If Janey was in on this plan she had to know what we'd be up to.

"Besides... Do you know her and Murtaugh sneak in a quickie every now and then?" I didn't, and was unsurprised that this vibrant women had found a secret the two had kept so well from everyone else.

She stripped me and stuffed my jumpsuit and boxers into a strap on the inside of the hatch. She turned, presenting her rounded ass to me while floating above her bunk. I grabbed at her soft hips and drew myself towards her, then bent over and grabbed at one end of the tape with my teeth. As my fingers ran along her hips and side I slowly pulled at the end of the ribbon as she murmured at the feel of my touch. Unable to resist I pulled faster, feeling the expertly-tied knot come free. She gasped a bit as her outfit began to come apart. No longer a tantalizing cover for her delicious body but just a few meters of caution tape.