Wild Space Pt. 01

She almost chuckled at her own thoughts but quickly covered it with a fake moan of pleasure. Arela's fingers brushed against the pirate's short, bristly hair.

"I need your big, hard cock," Arela begged.

That always got Bekki going. The female pirate stood, worked at the dildo with her fist as if she was hardening it. With no lube, she spit forcefully downward, coating the aubergine girth with saliva. Another few pumps and they were ready.

Arela had taken bigger cocks and toys into her cunt over the years than this, but that wouldn't end this quickly. When Bekki slammed herself into her she let out a strangled gasp, eyes wide, locking with the other woman, who grinned lasciviously.

"Like that, bitch?" The pirate wanted to know.

Arela responded by running her hand down the pirate's chest. Bekki stiffened a bit but then felt her breasts being bypassed, Arela's fingers brushing against her hard six pack abdomen. The woman was in phenomenal shape, Arela had to admit. Bekki could go and go.

The woman thrust in and out of her. While she cried out and hooked her leg around the other woman's waist to goad her further, a part of Arela's mind went to this strange pirate who so wanted to be a man that she acted like it even on a subconscious level. Sometimes Bekki would stop fucking her and 'finish' quickly, and others she'd not be able to finish at all. Thankfully, from the movements of her hips and her breath, she was going to be done soon.

Arela's mind was brought out of its reverie when she felt her pussy fluttering against the dildo, and her moans turned into the real thing. Bekki also made sure she came each time, a rarity among the crew. A lingering sentiment from her own lost womanhood, maybe.

She felt her ass rising up against the arm rest to meet each, arms now around the pirate's neck as she pleaded to be allowed to cum.

"Do it." Bekki snarled. "No, bitch, look at me. Good. Keep them there."

Obediently, Arela locked eyes with the other woman, whose expression had somewhat softened. Her eyes were a cloudy green, going well with her short blonde buzz cut. A few more strokes, eyes staring into one another's, and Arela had to roll her head back, almost screaming at the bulkhead above them as the force of her orgasm ripped through her body. Her hips and legs spasmed and bucked and she nearly threw the other woman's cock out of her, who was laughing and trying to keep up.

"So good," Bekki said breathlessly. She gave Arela a big kiss, right on her mouth. "I'm going to be sorry when you get sold, Arela. Very sorry."

She was shaky when she stood, and turned to see that she'd left a wet spot on Pash's arm rest. She smiled shyly at Bekki. "Oops."

"I got it." The pirate cleaned it up with her shirt, and carefully zipped up. "Come with me to the docking bay. I think we can forego you being on your hands and knees. You're almost out of here, after all."

Arela was far more grateful to Bekki than she'd ever know. All slaves, once released from the pit, crawled on Pash's ship. Her knees and hands were now toughened, but the first few days had been terrible. It was even a strange sensation for her bare feet to be on the metal deck.

"How will Pash use the money from the sale?" Arela asked as they walked, betting that the other woman would be more talkative after she'd taken her pleasure. This was the longest amount of time they'd ever spent together, after all, and their time was soon to be at an end.

"There's no telling beyond repairs, fuel, vital supplies. That sort of thing." Bekki was holding her chain in a desultory way. "Hopefully we'll get paid, too."

Arela had spent enough time around the crew to know that they could go weeks without seeing any money. If the ship didn't capture enough targets their salaries could not be paid out. Somehow, Pash kept them all in line. Perhaps with promises like the one he had made to Bekki.

"How much do you have saved...?" Arela asked softly, knowing it was a dangerous subject.

Bekki shot her a look, unsmiling. She met her eyes and didn't flinch.

"About 100 silver. Only a credit or two." The tone of her voice said it all. It wasn't nearly enough for the operation she needed to become the man she always knew she had been.

"You'll get there, I think." Arela said before she knew the words had left her mouth. They stopped walking. "I hope you do."

For a moment, she thought that Bekki might show some weakness or emotion. Her chain rattled a bit. Then the pirate continued them on their way.

"Thank you," Was all Bekki said, and patted her bare ass a few times. "If it were up to me, I'd keep you."

Arela supposed it was some kind of compliment. The docking bay ramp was lowering before them, flooding the ship with light, and cold. She was almost there. Her stomach turned in knots as she heard the clamor of the market reach her ears.

Oh, Dekker...

****

The three of them sat quiet in the Barnabas cockpit. To Dekker's resentment, Yarona had taken the captain's chair. He was relegated to his wife's place, first officer, and Lulu was at the navigator's spot between them. Just one of many debts he had to collect when all this was over.

Not now, he reminded himself sternly, and maybe not ever. Revenge was a luxury. Right now, he only had to get Arela to safety, and escape. That itself was going to be nigh impossible.

They'd been staking out the slave market for the better part of twelve hours. Yarona had allowed them to retire to the bed and taken the first watch. At first, he had been puzzled. What was to stop them from attacking her or plotting against her if they were alone? But their bed was only a half turn away from the cockpit. In it, after making love to her, Lulu had shared her fears, giving voice to his own thoughts.

Softly, Dekker cursed Yarona. She was smart. He was more apt to be cooperative if he was allowed some privacy with Lulu, who was not as strong as he mentally. She'd worried him all over again and made him realize it wasn't only his and Arela's lives at stake.

"Pash is landed. What's he waiting for?" He asked them both, to break the silence and his own damning thoughts.

"He unloaded the bulk of his cargo." Yarona was peering through the turret's scope, which had conveniently been pointed directly at the main slave market. The Capital intel on Kirresah was good. They couldn't swivel the turret for fear of attracting attention, though.

Dekker elbowed Yarona aside, earning him a look that could have melted stone. He ignored her and squinted through the turret's periscope.

The 'cargo' consisted of mostly women, all nude, freshly cleaned up for sale, each one shivering. Pash's officers seemed to be handling the negotiation. All the women were chained at the neck and ankle. Dekker couldn't make out words, of course, but a Kirresahan approached the group and began to speak. He was cut off by a human pirate, whose words frosted in the cold air. The natives, of course, had no such difficulty with their planet's environment. They only wore clothes to not embarrass offworlders or look foolish to them. The pirates, be they Vimoran or human or Montellan, were all heavily garbed. Dekker played a game with himself, adding words to the little bubbles that popped out of the pirate's mouth. He was still going when Pash nearly had to duck under the docking bay to exit his ship.

"There's the big man himself." Dekker reported.

"Let me see," Yarona ordered.

"This is my wife we're talking about," He told her in a hard voice.

"And my operation, in which you and your fuckbot's lives hang in the balance. Move." The Capital commander dug an elbow into his ribs, and looked through the periscope.

"We could knock her out while she's doing that, and put her body in the airlock." Lulu offered in a hesitant voice. "Or keep her chained to the bed. No one would be the wiser."

"She'd probably enjoy that last part, so let's pass." Dekker said, though he didn't feel quite like joking.

"You two flatter me, but my ship will know if I don't return. So don't think about it." Yarona said. "Here's your wife now."

She thoughtfully moved away so Dekker could see. After a moment, he nodded and indicated for Lulu to take a look.

The fuckbot sat on his lap, perfectly rounded ass covered with synthetic skin pressing against his crotch. She didn't know any better and was simply obeying her programming, even at this tense moment. Yarona grinned at Dekker, catching his eye. She playfully batted around Lulu's chain with her hand until he shooed it away.

"What's the plan?"

"We have to record the sale. And then all bets are off. Any way you can get your wife onto your ship is fine by me, even killing a few of these scum." Yarona said sweetly. "But it's not my concern, Captain. Once my mission is completed I'll be leaving this rock with or without you."

**********

Kirresah was cold, one of the coldest worlds Arela had ever been on. And she was naked. She could feel shivers wracking her body, making her involuntarily move and her chains rattle. Even the collar was cold against her neck. She curled up instinctively against Bekki, who grunted in annoyance but didn't move.

"Fine," Pash was saying to the Kirresahan. "Pay us and let us get out of this cold."

Arela glanced up from curling under Bekki's arm. She'd seen a Kirresahan a time or two before, but only on their refrigeration suits. This one was only wearing a kind of loincloth and a strap across its barrel chest with little snap compartments. It looked like one of the apes from Lulu's fairy tale book, an old, fearsome human looking creature from legends. But it's fur was white, not brown, and it didn't have a smooth patch of skin on its chest or face. Instead, bone stood out from the white hair. It's face and eye bones clattered together as it spoke and blinked. It was shorter than her, but squat and muscular and thick through the chest, shoulders, and hips. It looked plenty tough. She knew it was only their needing bulky, power hungry suits that kept Kirresahans from joining pirate or freighter crews and rarely being seen off world. Normally accustomed to and indifferent to aliens, Arela stared at the being in rapt fascination.

They were being led into what passed for indoors on this world. Arela saw a massive ice cave ahead of them, its opening blinking with a force field. When they all stepped through it she noticed and appreciated the warmth immediately. It wasn't exactly comfortable inside, but it wasn't freezing, either.

The slave market huddled before her. Every where she looked she saw flesh for sale. Stalls and auction blocks were set up, all clustered around a giant video display projecting pictures and prices. Arela saw a downcast human female face appear, followed by her naked body and a twinkling graphic that said 'one quarter Capital credit.' On and on it went. Was it the cave's forcefield that scanned them and assigned an amount?

"Wait here." Pash said. He disappeared into the crowd, his large form easily gaining way.

Arela watched him go with a sense of apprehension and relief. It wasn't long now. Her breath misted before her. She was already a number and a naked body. She'd have a new owner soon.

It was too cold to cry. Perversely, she hugged closer to Bekki despite the relative warmth.

**************

Dekker moved among the throng of slaves and slavers and buyers, with Lulu close by. The fuckbot couldn't feel the cold, but stuck by his side nevertheless. Yarona was a shadow behind them.

Both of the humans were wearing long fur coats and full hoods. Even though a considerable crowd was there, Yarona's face as the commander of the local Capital ship was too distinctive to miss, and his own was just as known to Pash and his crew.

Only Lulu could move with impunity. She was drawing eyes, and Dekker was glad. They could ogle the fuckbot's supple form so long as they didn't notice him.

"Have you entered us in as prospective buyers?" Yarona said from behind him. She was visibly armed, with a beat up old carbine that she'd acquired from somewhere on her ship. The weapon was strapped around her back. She'd denied Dekker any form of firearm, but he did have his pilot's multi tool in his hip pocket. It included a formidable knife. Evidently she still didn't trust him.

He showed her the cracked electronic tablet he'd been given. "We can make buys here. Lot 7 is where we want to be."

"Nice craftsmanship," A Montellan said as he approached them. As if he was rearranging a floral arrangement just to his liking, the alien openly groped Lulu's breast, and whistled at how lifelike it was. "Homemade job?"

"Piss off," Dekker told the man. He batted down the man's groping hand. "Find your own."

The Montellan's horns moved slightly as he raised his eyebrows. His eyes were opaque black, but they shifted to a stormy gray. His people weren't exactly adept at hiding their emotions.

"I was going to say...there's a booth near the lots that might suit you for upgrades for her." The alien shrugged. "With enough work she could maybe remove your head from your ass."

Yarona was sweetly trying to contain her amusement, and adorably failing. Dekker shot her a look.

"Eyes on the prize, Captain. It's just ahead."

******

Arela had lost count of how many slave markets she had been to in her life. The flesh trade was the way of the galaxy. But it was something different being the one who was going to be bought and sold. Something entirely different.

"Any special skills?" A Kirresahan was asking Bekki as he eyed Arela up and down. Evidently it didn't like what he saw. It clucked it's tongue. Under its bulky cold suit, needed even in this barely above freezing temperature, the alien was faceless and it's voice reduced to an electronic buzz. A handful of women and men at its side were all naked and collared. Arela wondered why they weren't chained as well.

"She could be a teacher. She's well spoke and educated. And she whooped the biggest, meanest slave we ever had. Need someone to keep the rest of your stock in line?" Bekki asked him.

"Naw, got the shock collars for that." The alien said. To demonstrate, it showed them a dial pad on his belt. It's gloved fingers tapped a quick three digit code. The slave nearest to him fell to the cold ground beneath them, flopping and twitching.

"Now that's a handy gadget," Bekki chuckled. "I don't think this one would suit you. Way past her prime and loose as a goose in the papoose."

"Is she?" The Kirresahan felt for itself, jabbing a finger deep into Arela's pussy. She gasped at the sudden cold intrusion and fought a very real urge to scream. Had she felt confident in her strength she'd have smashed the alien's face in through its face mask.

"I've had firmer handshakes," The alien conceded. It walked off, and the milling retinue of new slaves followed it.

"You're welcome," Bekki said out of the side of her mouth. "Kirresahans are brutal to their stock."

"If you want to help me so much, let me go," Arela forced out. It had been something she had wanted to ask the other woman since her earliest days on Pash's ship, since Bekki had treated her marginally more kind than any of the others, but she had been afraid.

"Oh, honey," Bekki's hand had been on her hip, but now she stood closer and slid it up to Arela's breast. Her small, strong fingers found the nipple there, twisted and squeezed hard enough to make Arela cry out in pain.

"You don't ever ask for your freedom. You're given it if you're lucky." The female pirate told her in a chiding voice. "You're a good fuck and you're tough as hell, but don't think for a minute you can turn me against Pash. He's my captain and one day he's going to help me do something you never could."

Arela fought an urge to wipe away a tear. She wouldn't let them see her weep. All feeling left her. Dekker and Lulu were dead. She had no friends or hope left.

************

Pash's lot was lining up for purchase, a small crowd gathering around a projector. Dekker felt his heart hammering in his chest.

"What if—-" Lulu looked as if she was about to cry.

"We're past the time for what ifs," He told her in a firm and strong voice. "It's either going to get done or its not."

"It will, right?" She asked him in a tentative voice.

"It will. Here is Pash."

The big Vimoran pirate stepped into the middle of the circle. He had a chain in his hand and jangled it absentmindedly as he waited. His slaves stared down at their bare feet. All except for one.

Arela was staring out at the crowd, looking not at all beaten or cowed. Her dark eyes were proud and defiant. Dekker felt a rush of love and pride in his wife.

"You'd better hope she comes back," Yarona purred at his side, in a voice as soft as lies. "Vimorans have peculiar cocks. They shoot out fleshy nubs from the sides and lock in. She might be under his spell."

He ignored her. The Capital officer had flipped up her hood to uncover most of her face. Around her right eye she wore a translucent monocle that was linked in to a half headset. They were expensive devices, but not uncommon. A few of the more well to do slavers were wearing them, too. Unlike theirs, however, Yarona's was grinding away, recording everything for posterity.

The face of a pretty but broken looking female human flashed out in 3D. A name spun underneath it: 'Pira.' The slave's planet of origin and a few vital statistics were also being listed: Submissive, Intelligent, Easy to Handle, May Kick.

A flurry of taps onto tablets, but not many. Evidently this one wouldn't command too high of a price.

A big graphic proclaiming 'SOLD' replaced the slave's face. Pash tossed the edge of the chain towards the crowd, planted a booted foot on the lucky winner's butt, and kicked her towards her new owner. The woman fell and began to cry. A few coarse laughs came from the crowd.

"Here she comes," Dekker said to no one in particular. Lulu's hand found his.

Arela stepped forward, unafraid. Pash hooked a finger in her collar and rattled, shaking her back and forth. She slapped his hand away. The crowd made a small noise of excitement and readied their tablets.

'Arela' the graphic said, and above it floated a scan of her face. Her age and a few descriptive words scrolled by: Educated, Dominant, Combative, Nurturing. The crowd was busy at their tablets, pounding furiously away.

It went on for a while. Lulu caught his eye and Dekker motioned with his chin out at the crowd of hopeful buyers. More and more hands were being thrown up in frustration or shrugging in resignation. The price was getting high.

"No no no, mine," A woman was saying in front of him. Dekker peered closer to look.

"Fuck off, Slaya," A man's rough voice interrupted from across the clustered circle. "You can't bid that high because the bitch gets you wet. I need her! She could be an overseer!"

"Don't assume you know why I'm bidding. Pay more or shut your mouth, Harlan."

The verbal altercation went on and on. A Kirresahan tried to raise his voice to cut them off, but neither paid him any mind.

"I need someone to keep my others in line! You just need new pussy!"

"You couldn't get any pussy unless you were paying for it!"

The man stomped across the circle, got Saya's face. A few groans and shouts of encouragement came from the crowd. A few edged away from the pair.

Pash was looking at the unfolding scene with detached amusement. Arela was also studying it, but in a distracted way. Until her eyes met Yarona's.

Dekker read the word 'bitch' on his wife's lips, but whether she said it or only mouthed it he never knew. Pash noticed it too, and cast a searching glance out over the crowd.

"Shit." He said softly.

"What?" Yarona asked, until she saw for herself.