Wild Space Pt. 01

The fuckbot crept further into the freighter, struck by its near silence. Only the hum of the minute systems of the freighter made any noise. She didn't like it. There was always work going on or the three of them would be making love or talking or laughing, even Dekker when the mood was upon him. It was too silent and it unnerved her.

She found him crumpled up against a bulkhead, laying on his side. Blood sat drying on the deck around him.

"Oh, master!" Lulu cried out, running to him, heedless of his blood on her skin as she knelt by him. He was still breathing. She gently turned him over and cradled his head in her lap.

"Unidentified vessel: stop for inspection. Transmit ID. Cooperate or consequences will ensue. Unidentified vessel: stop for inspection. Transmit ID. Cooperate or..."

"Not now," Lulu hissed.

"Given your situation I'd say our timing is perfect," Yarona's voice said over the Barnabas's radio.

****

Arela sat on the bench in the pirate ship's slave pen. Ever since she'd beaten Helena in a fight, the other women had insisted that she'd taken the only place in their world long enough to lie down and truly rest. The way Pash had set them against one another was truly a marvel of manipulative psychology.

Helena had been his foremost slave, his enforcer. The big woman was owned only to keep the others in line, never sold. Arela figured that the minuscule price of owning her was a small investment towards having an entire cargo of cowed slaves.

It had been quite a fight. Arela's body ached from the ferocity of it: her ribs, her face. But Helena had been taken to what passed for the ship's sickbay after it, and had not come back. Word was that Captain Pash was not pleased about his primary enforcer being taken out of commission. The fear ripping through his other chattel was palpable.

That was how Pash kept them in line, fear. Fear and physicality. Twice or more a day, he sent a few of his best and brightest into the slave pen to keep them in line. Some days Arela was pressed into service, but since she'd taken Helena's spot it was more her job to 'help out' or keep the others in line.

Like right now. A pirate named Linder had a girl pinned down to the deck, her feet next to his ears, while Arela supervised, made sure the woman performed. Of all the terrible things she and Dekker had had to do to survive in their lives this was the worse for either of them, she could comfortably say.

It had been days since tears had fallen onto her cheeks. The crew came too frequently to use them for Arela to truly care about the act of it. She could only ensure that after they'd left that the other women were alright.

Linder liked a bit of fight. A lot of fight. He loved to inflict pain. He always chose the slave with the most spirit, so he could break her before she was sold. Had it not been for Arela's dubious new position, she might be the one panting and suffering under him right now.

All three were naked while the dozen or so other slaves did their best not to watch, so as not to get selected next. Some of the pirate crew were not so bad. Bekki, even though she'd taken advantage of Arela when she was captured, was one of them. A lot of the woman's anger and cocksure posturing resulted from her not being able to afford to transition to the gender she was meant to be. Underneath that, she wasn't exactly kind, but she didn't mistreat anyone, either.

Linder was the absolute worst. How could such a beautiful man be so cruel? He was rangy, tall, blond, almost inhumanely pale. His hair was long and he somehow managed to keep it silky and fragrant, despite the hard living he had dedicated himself to. His teeth were immaculate and his body was always fit, always clean. When Arela had beheld him for the first time she'd felt a glowing moistness between her thighs as he stripped down, and wondered why the other woman had cowed away from him.

It became apparent when the blond pirate seized the nearest woman by her hair, a petite redhead, and dragged her to the center of the pen. Reflexes had made Arela sit up on her bench, eager to jump into the fray to fight the man off, but she stopped herself. A split lip on her first day with the ship made her realize how foolish it would be to attempt to truly attack one of the pirates. She'd defended herself but no more.

The girl Linder was mauling was nicknamed Kicker. She was one of his favorites. Despite her being broken in spirit, she couldn't stop bicycling her legs wildly whenever she was used. Linder enjoyed the sport, like she was an animal he was riding.

Kicker's tan skin was already marred with bite marks, red flushing, and a few bruises. Arela was pinching the other woman's nipples in her hands, barely exerting any force. Linder was doing enough of that on his own. Luckily, he was more turned on by the visual than anything.

The pirate's orgasm was a rough thing, and he kept thrusting to the point of hurting both him and the woman shuddering beneath him. Linder lived for the pain, she had quickly found out, but he was winding down. A grunt of anger and he was done. Linder never seemed to be able to lay aside his rage, even when he was taking his pleasure.

"Clean yourself up, slut," He said sarcastically.

The beautiful man must have seen Arela's look of disgust. He snorted.

"You're lucky Pash has taken a shine to you," Linder told her in a voice that dripped condescension. "Otherwise I'd break you in myself."

"Helena tried that and now she's missing an eye. Want to find out what you'd be missing?"

The pirate snorted. He liked a bit of sport but anyone who was crazy enough to pluck out another slave's eye and was protected by the captain wasn't game. He dressed and left without another word.

Kicker curled up into a ball on the floor. Arela motioned to Bella and Jula, two of the bigger girls. Together they maneuvered Kicker's nearly comatose form onto the bench. The biggest change that Arela had brought about was taking turns on the pit's one and only surface off the deck. But only she slept there. She was the one who kept them safe from animals like Linder. Fair was fair.

Lately, Kicker and a few of the younger slaves had taken to confiding in Arela. Kicker even laid with her sometimes, and slowly her story was unraveling.

Kicker's real name was Pira. She had been born on Lyria, a wealthy farm world on the edge of the Capital Systems. Her father was a prosperous landowner with many children. Children to spare. A Capital governor had visited Lyria, a cause for much celebration and politics. Pira was offered to the governor as a token of the visit. Slavery, on a world that close to the Capital, was merely rebranded as horse trading to be palatable and on it went. After being sold and resold when she was grown tired of Pira eventually became Kicker.

The girl sat on the bench with her. Arela put an arm around her and she crept closer.

"What are we reading today?" Kicker wanted to know.

Arela stifled a sob. She had to be strong. For all the abuse and suffering she had undergone, Kicker never complained. For a woman of 22, she was remarkably strong, both in body and spirit. She merely wanted to survive and be reminded every once in a while that she wasn't somebody's property.

"We were reading 'Known Origins' by Lema, the Montellan scholar." Arela said. The book was a favorite of hers, and she had long passages of it committed to memory. 'Reading' with Kicker consisted of Arela reciting what she could remember aloud.

"'Centralia, for all intents and purposes, is the human home planet, the bastion in the hard heart of the Capital Systems. As far was we know, humans were the first species to explore the stars. The Capital Systems may have begun as the ember of a flame lit long ago. There are great transport ships, many times the size of even a Capital battlecarrier, embedded deep beneath the soil on Centralia.'"

Kicker closed her eyes and snuggled closer, her breasts jiggling with the moment. Arela felt a twinge of desire and wrestled it down. She stroked the girl's hair.

"'There is no reasonable explanation for these humongous vessels. For generations, the humans on Centralia assumes that they were merely caves, but new evidence points to them as world colonizing ships.'" Arela was warming up to the tale as she recited it. "'This calls into question the prevailing theory of Centralia and its Capital Systems empire being the home world of humanity.'"

"Have they explored the ships?" Kicker asked in a curious voice. Arela nearly winced. For all she had been through she was still so very young, knew so little, and wanted to know more.

"That's not how the Capital System thinks," Arela said. She was veering off script now, but she was confident that she was correct. "They conquer and rule. That's all they've done for generations. They don't learn from the past."

"And no one would think they're the first humans, either."

"Exactly, sweetie." Arela held the other woman closer. "How do you feel?"

"Better." Kicker answered in a voice that sounded almost sleepy "Can we just lie here, Arela? I don't want to read anymore right now."

"Of course, dear." She said soothingly. "Take as long as you need."

***

He awoke to the feel of silky softness encasing his entire body. He was naked. He couldn't remember the last time he had slept in a bed so plush and pleasant. For just a moment, he was a boy again, back in the soft bed of his youth, with sleep free of troubling dreams.

Dekker opened his eyes. He was not on the Barnabas. The smell was too...unnatural. Instead of solvent, honest body odor and metal, he smelled perfume, red wine, and fresh air. For a crazy moment, he thought he was back on the Carnevale's VR set up. Perhaps he had never left and the rest of his memories were merely a nightmare.

"Awake, Captain Dekker?" A strong female voice asked, mock sweetly.

He scooted up in the bed, letting the covers fall from his chin to his waist.

"Arela?"

"I thought that wife of yours would be on your mind, but I didn't think it'd be the first word you said." Yarona mused. She was sitting, legs tucked underneath her, in a chair next to the bed. She wore a lacy white teddy, stockings. Dekker couldn't see if she had any panties on. He averted his eyes from her.

"Arela...?"

"They took her, captain. I'm sorry." The Navy commander sounded anything but.

"Who did?!" If he weren't naked, Dekker would have gotten out of bed, throttled the smirking woman, Capital Navy or not, and dealt with the consequences later.

"Pash. You must not remember. He thumped your skull very soundly." Yarona cleated her throat. "He's a pirate and a slaver."

"And you've been after him."

Yarona laughed. It was quite a transformation. Her face was usually either naughty or stern. But when she laughed her cheeks filled with color and she threw her head back, all of her dark hair and scar showing.

"You're smarter than you look."

"Lulu?" He asked.

"Lulu?" Her impish face was puzzled, but whether Yarona was being serious or not he could not tell.

"My creation."

"Ah, the fuckbot. She was hidden quite well during the attack, she says. She is well. You can see her soon, if you like."

"Have her meet me on the Barnabas. Get me my clothes," Dekker told her.

"They're recycled. You're no longer a freighter captain."

"I'm a husband first. You win. Just get me to my ship."

"You're hardly in a position to be giving orders." Yarona shifted in her seat, giving him a glimpse of whatever she was or wasn't wearing, should be care to look. "You're a guest here. It's unseemly to make demands in the home of another."

"You used me and got my wife killed. If you weren't wearing that uniform I'd have beaten you to death the moment I woke up. So maybe it's you that's hardly in a place, commander."

"But I'm not wearing a uniform." Without getting up, she stretched out her legs and sat her feet on the bed, playfully kicked his thigh through the silken blanket. Dekker scooted away from her.

"You tracked my ship?"

"Pash has a crew to feed and a prodigious appetite for slaves. It was a good chance he'd make an attempt on you and your people."

"Why didn't you stop him?"

"Slavers are only a small part out duties here in the Barrens. I can't be expected to safe guard the lives of every smuggler who—-"

Dekker twisted and sat up in bed, catching her by surprise. He grabbed her wrists and bodily hauled her into the mattress. Yarona was so surprised she didn't have a chance to put up any resistance. He pinned her down when she finally began to struggle.

Yarona nearly wrestled herself free but Dekker was very strong. She curled a small hand into a fist and struck him in the eye.

He let her go and cursed her, blinking out stars from his vision. The commander was very strong too, as it turned out.

"I'll give you that one," She told him breathlessly. "But if you try it again I'll have your fuckbot dismantled and throw into the recycler."

"What do you need us for?" Dekker demanded. "Did Pash give you the slip again?"

"Pash isn't exactly who we're after." Yarona made no attempt to get off of the bed. "It's who he deals with. We're tracking his ship to the slave market on Kirresah. We're going to take down the entire operation, and you're going to help us."

She'd been nudging closer and closer to his lap. Effortlessly, she straddled it, and began to work her hips back and forth, rubbing her slick, open sex over his crotch through the tiniest layer of covering, the silk blanket. Dekker's cock responded mightily despite his feelings about this woman.

"Why do you need me?" He wanted to know, focusing on her despite all of her hip gyrating and teasing.

"My men aren't trained for this type of mission, and Kirresah is too far out to call in a mission specialist from Centralia. You'll be our specialist." Yarona got off of his lap, laying next to him and dipping her hand beneath the silken covers. She had big hands for such a small woman, and they were toughened from work despite their elegant appearance. Just like the woman herself.

"And if I refuse?" At this point Dekker was not apt to refuse her anything. Her hand was encircling the root of his cock, pumping and squeezing. To help her out, he dramatically threw the cover back. His penis was engorged with need, an angry red in her hand.

"I'll have you killed and the entire market on Kirresah destroyed, and—mmm," Yarona hummed happily as she leaned over and flicked her tongue over the mass of pre-cum that studded the head of his cock. It trailed all the way to her tongue before she curled it back into her mouth. "And you'll never see your wife or your fuckbot again. Are you ready to do your duty, Captain?"

"I'm ready," He breathed out to her.

"I can tell," The commander said matter of factly, and took his full length into her mouth. Her hand stayed at the root of his cock, moving in unison with her mouth.

Dekker's view was restricted to her short black hair bobbing between his legs and the pale expanse of her back, ass, and legs as she curled elegantly at his side. He stroked down her back as she went to work.

"Force me," She said during a brief pause.

Without a word, he wound his fingers around her hair and pushed her. She cried out, but in a pleased and almost greedy way as she was forced onto him. She scraped her teeth against the sensitive skin the entire way down.

Dekker sucked in his breath and began to pump her head up and down over his cock, deeper and repeatedly into her hot, encompassing mouth. She made equal use of her lips, teeth, and tongue. He leaned to his side, and his fingers found her wet pussy with his left even as he fucked her face with his right.

She widened her legs to allow him in. His index finger trailed over the round nub of her clit, already slick and wet. He rubbed it gently, causing her to make another strangled cry of pleasure as she was forced to suck him.

He orgasmed harder than he had wanted to and nearly against his will. He didn't want to give her even that, but his body had succumbed. Yarona tried to pull away as her mouth was filled but Dekker muttered a soft chiding and made sure her lips were around the base of him as he came.

She knew her stuff. After her initial surprise and struggle, she drew upon him for a few moments more until the sensation overwhelmed him. Dekker pulled her away by her hair, and his now satisfied cock broke free of the relentless pressure of her mouth with a soft, wet popping sound.

Yarona had tears in her eyes as she kissed him, the result of being so deprived of breath while she exerted them both. Her lips were soft and full against his.

"I'd say we have a deal."

***

"Captain, Kirresah is just ahead."

"You know the drill. Land us." Pash idly wound Arela's chain around his hand and pulled her close. The alien liked to jerk her neck and head about or pet her, a subtle reminder of who was in control.

She felt her stomach climb up to her throat as they hit atmosphere and descended. The bulk of the slaves in the hold were being sold en masses in the market. But a few select ones, like her, were being held back for private auction. And Pash hadn't made it entirely clear that she was going to be sold at all.

"You've proven yourself, bitch." The pirate captain had told her once he'd allowed her to leave the pit and sleep at the foot of his bed. "You're meaner and smarter than any other slave we've picked up. Means you got a place at my side and a place on this ship. Or a high price, should I decide to sell you. Though I'd be loathe to let you go."

Pash had proven himself an amazing lover, she'd found out to her dismay. Worse still was his talent for manipulation. She felt lucky, to be raised out of the slave pit and have an honored place with him. As the days passed, her own recalcitrant attitude was fading. Pash was cruel and cunning, but he never beat her like his crew did. Were it not for Lulu and Dekker waiting for her, Arela might very well have accepted his offer, she was horrified to find.

"Bekki, this is our last time with Arela. Do your worst while I see to the landing." Pash smiled and handed the chain to the female pirate, who gratefully accepted it. "No marks, now, Bek."

"You got it, Captain." Bekki grinned down at her and ran a hand through her hair. The other woman's smile was almost warm.

Arela felt several conflicting emotions. Pash meant to sell her. She didn't like the idea of change. Who knew what awaited her on the planet?

"Don't worry, honey." Bekki told her. She helped her up from her kneeling position and slipped her arms around Arela's narrow waist. "Pash won't sell you to some poor scavenger who will beat you. He means to fetch a good price."

Bekki's lips met hers. The female pirate did her best to coax beard growth from her face, but without drugs nothing would keep. She still kissed like a man, however, and so long as Arela fucked her as if she was a man Bekki would be kind and giving, too.

With that in mind, Arela sat her bare ass down on the big arm rest of the captain's chair, snaked her tongue into Bekki's and cinched a leg around the other woman's waist. The pirate moaned and fumbled at her own clothes. As nice as she could be, Bekki didn't like to take her in private. She wanted the entire crew to see her having her way with one the slaves like any man would.

Arela feigned some resistance, doing what Bekki liked. The other woman whisperer admonishments to her as her pants slid down her hairy legs. As ever, the eggplant colored dildo she kept there was ready to go.

She was already wet. She spread her legs for the other woman, using her fingers to spread her pussy even further. Bekki dropped to her knees and began to crudely lap at the parted folds, running her tongue in a wild fashion along the vertical length of her slit. Arela had to admit that Bekki ate pussy just like any of the men in the crew: with no communication or intent, just doing her own thing and hoping for the best.