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The Price of Infamy Pt. 01

By: EklectikChik



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The girl bouncing on captain B. Fatima's cock threw her head back in rapture and moaned, shivering as she came for the eighth time, gripping his meat even tighter with the walls of her juice-drenched pussy. He felt another trickle of her honey go down his balls to join in the pool that soaked the sheets of his bunk. He had had her ride him because he was getting a bit tired with their lovemaking marathon, even more so ever since she had noticed that he was extremely well endowed by mother nature, knew how to use that pecker of his well and had given her two world-shattering orgasms during the first hour and a half. And seeing that he could go on and on she just wouldn't let him persuade her that perhaps enough is enough. This was the best fucking of her life and knowing the captain's fame she knew she had to take as much as possible from him because there would be no seconds.

The girl's head returned to normal position and she looked at her lover through the orgasmic haze still clouding her vision. Is he bored? The thought crossed her head and she frowned in concern. She was very well aware of her beauty, her big, full breasts and the tight ass that made males of various species stare, her long, violet hair typical for the inhabitants of Halcionne Minor, that men were finding so enticing, and most of all her sexy voice capable of giving hard-ons by itself (she didn't like it herself very much though because she thought it was making her sound like a slut even when she was speaking about taxes). Many males would have killed just to be blown a kiss from her and this man looked... bored?! Or was it disappointment in his eyes? Her pussy was tight and gripping that wonderful manhood of his hard, she was feeling full and wondered how it was possible for something that big to fit inside her but she was sure it must have been a great feeling for him too. So why was he looking so let down. This was the best fuck of her life and she was willing to return the favour but now that she thought about this the captain hadn't come a single time and still didn't even seem close to cumming and filling her love tunnel with his hot semen. She shivered at the merest thought of feeling his sperm inside her and her arms came up with goose bumps.

"Eeek!" she cried in surprise and tried to cover herself when the door to the captain's cabin slid open with a hiss.

An elderly man wearing a blackish blue tuxedo entered the room carrying a tray with two steaming cups, a sugar container and a sliced lemon. Completely unperturbed by the naked pair on the bed he set the tray on the awful mahogany nightstand and bowed his grey head towards the captain which caused his broken monocle to fall and dangle on its thin, golden chain.

"Your afternoon tea, Young Master. Please excuse my boldness, Young Master, but I allowed myself to prepare a cup for your charming companion as well," the old man said nasally without looking at anything in particular.

"Thank you, Old Maison," the captain said and sat up. As his cock moved inside the girl and his skin rubbed her clit she bit her lip in order not to moan and embarrass herself in the presence of some old prick who, she knew it very well, was ogling her boobs even though he was pretending to look at the wall and the ugly picture of a fat, Rubensian mermaid with big knockers.

The butler turned to leave and was halfway to the exit when he remembered something and turned, this time allowing his eyes to slide up and down the striking girl's naked side and reddening a little in the process. "One more thing, Young Master, you first mate asked me to inform you that there is, and here I quote so that you don't think me an uncouth knave: a motherfucking Eridanian rich for the picking on the radar; end quotation." The butler reddened a bit more and coughed politely, bowed once more and left the cabin with his back stiff but the movements of his elbows betrayed that he was cleaning the broken monocle and putting it back in its proper place.

"Get off me, love, will you?" B. Fatima spoke for the first time ever since they had started making love. "I've a ship to rob and loot to plunder... or somesuch."

"Oh come on, one more time? Pretty please?" she whispered seductively and rocked her hips with his hard cock still inside her. "I still have to make you feel good, oh captain my captain," she giggled and tried to kiss him but he evaded her and put his index finger between her breasts.

"Get off, love, before I lose my patience completely," he said seriously and reluctantly she got up, letting his hot manhood slide from her pussy, causing a torrent of her juices to flow. Both looked at the mess on the bed but the captain kept a stone expression and reached for the tea, bringing the cup to his lips and sipping it with a thoughtful expression.

The girl on the other hand smiled victoriously and started gathering her clothes from the floor. She dressed slowly and seductively, putting on more show than was necessary because the captain was no longer interested in her at all. Nevertheless he had made her feel wonderful, she would have never suspected a man so young to be such a skilled, eager and passionate lover. He couldn't have been more than twenty years old and his blond hair and one dark green eye made him look even younger. His left eye was covered with a leather eye-patch but there was a rumour among the servants on the ship that it was just a ruse to make him look more serious.

Completely dressed, the girl whose name he forgot to ask, leaned over him and kissed his cheek. "Thanks, captain," she whispered and left the cabin leaving him alone.

B. Fatima sighed. He had had high hopes for this beautiful girl but in the end she let him down like many others. She had a killer body, he admitted it, and somewhere deep inside he was hoping she would be the one to finally end his torment. It would have been nice to keep her at his side and make her his pirate bride to pillage and plunder Eridanian planets and colonies with. But his search would have to continue. Putting the cup back on the tray he got up and wiped his body with a sheet, time for a shower would come after the action. Captain B. Fatima opened his wardrobe and picked a simple khaki jumpsuit; putting it on he noticed to his dismay that someone had embroidered a yellow crown on the left breast pocket. He had taken some time to remove all such markings from all of his clothes but someone, Old Maison probably, thought it his duty to put them back again. Biting a slice of lemon the captain left his cabin and went to the bridge of The Sneezing Kraken, the most fearful pirate ship in the known space.

*

Kyla Stark propped a black booted foot up against her bed, reclining in a chair as she studied the star map in her hands. This journey was becoming tedious and boring...more of a chore than she liked to admit. Babysitting Lord Zambian's daughter was a little more than she wanted to handle. The woman was a snobby bitch to say the least. Just the thought of her high pitched voice made Kyla shudder with dread. It seemed to linger in her brain...Kyla fix my hair. Kyla be a doll and fetch me a drink. Kyla fetch me my gown, pluck my brows, do my nails, put on my makeup... The list went on and on and on and it was enough to make her want to singe her beautiful locks of hair before strangling the life out of her. But she had a duty...a mission and it would be done.

With a sigh, she stood and straightened herself with a long stretch and padded to the small sink that adorned the tiny cabin she had been assigned. No luxurious quarters here, she grouched internally and surveyed her appearance. Soon her highness would want to be pampered after her nap and it was Kyla's duty to serve her bitchness until she was safely dropped at their destination. 

Patting her long sable hair, she leaned forward and examined her eyes, making sure their color was just right. A little tweak of the small device just behind her neck would assure that her appearance was sufficiently altered. Even her skin was a nice soft brown color...as if she had basked in the sun all day long on the beaches of Flax. Smiling at her reflection, she tugged and smoothed down the plain black flight suit she wore and turned to leave the room.

A loud blast sounded suddenly, the shift of the ship sending Kyla sailing from one end of her small cabin to the next, tumbling over a stationary chair and knocking the breath out of herself. "What in the..." She wheezed, clutching to the side of the chair for support. "Shit, that hurt...I knew the captain was an idiot, but does anyone listen? No!"

Alarms were buzzing, bells and whistles...every light and sound in the blasted ship was going off. For a horrible minute Kyla stood in her doorway and just stared. People were screaming as sparks flew and smoke began to slowly glide down the hallways of the ships main quarters. Hands on her hips, Kyla shook her head and cursed under her breath. This had NOT been part of the plan.

A shriek pierced the air over all others, turning her eyes to find it's owner. "Kyla!" Their was her 'mistress', long golden hair undone and knotted and dress looking somewhat askew. She supposed that was what happened when one never learned how to dress themselves. "Kyla! Get me out of here! I can't be taken by pirates!! Do you know what they do with nobility!?" She shrieked, her hands grabbing onto Kyla's suit. "Slavery Kyla! Slavery! I would become some mans..." She shuddered and wailed, "sex slave! Or worse!! A common house maid or worker!"

God forbid. Kyla thought to herself and trying not to let her disgust show through. "Come...there has to be flight pods close by."

Taking her hysterical baggage, Kyla pulled her along as she wailed and sobbed about the horrors that would befall them. "Why me? Why not Sinta!? That little witch would have loved this!" Kyla muttered to herself, shoving her tiny body through the throngs of people running for safety. Run! Hide! Pirates! Everyone was had lost their minds.

*

The assault on the Eridanian ship was shorter than most of the Kraken's crew would have liked. First of all the warning salvo that was supposed to throw the victim off balance hit the aft with full force taking out the engines and the comm array at the same time, leaving the cruiser a sitting duck, plump and ripe for the picking, as Fatima's first mate had put it. The Eridanian, who's name was lost along with its engines, protested weakly by firing her port laser cannons but the shots either missed completely or were stopped by the Kraken's shields. Some men on the bridge grumbled and cast nasty glances at the firing officer for his good aim and effectiveness. He was a new crewmember, he didn't know any better. Therefore, he would suffer. Soon. And greatly.

The boarding parties quickly moved to the Eridanian in small shuttles and proceeded to occupy the victim ship by taking over her strategic components and slaughtering the few soldiers who were brave enough to try and oppose them. The rest of the crewmembers and passengers were apprehended and quickly transported back on the Kraken where their fate would be decided. The Eridanian was stripped of all that was useful or valuable, even the chrome faucets were deemed useful by one of the overzealous pirates, not to mention the contents of all safes and strongboxes, lacy underwear, diaries, medals, food and drink (including one of the best vintages of Centaurian red, several hundred crates thereof), and cute furry animals that made their living in the engine room. All that was left behind was really useless junk or items too big or to heavy to carry out in hand and a few strategically placed demolition charges that would turn the once proud, and forevermore nameless Eridanian ship into a drifting husk.

All the captured men and women were gathered in the Kraken's cargo bay and segregated according to the tradition, that is: men to be sold into slavery, children to be brought the pirates' secret headquarters for brainwashing and anti-Eridanian indoctrination, ugly women to be sold into slavery (unless they were skilled in cooking which lead them to the aforementioned headquarters as well so they could prepare meals for the children), pretty women to be sold into brothels in various galaxies, and finally the exceptionally beautiful women who were given various serving posts onboard The Sneezing Kraken (at least this was the official version given to the families of those who hadn't ended up on the slave market). There was also another reason to keep so many beautiful and attractive women on the ship despite the bad luck they were usually bringing with them but it was never made public.

"I demand to be let go!" a sudden shriek pierced above the hubbub of the cargo bay, surpassing even the decibels produced by the noisy loading cranes. "Do you have any idea who I am, you unshaven brute?!"

For a moment a blissful silence fell over the busy cargo bay and only some machines dared break it with their steady hum. Someone coughed, someone sneezed, a small girl whimpered telling someone that she needed to pee and then a terrible laughter erupted from the gathering of pirates performing the selection of their captives.

"I am Lord Zambian's daughter!" the lady cried again which only heightened the general amusement.

"Of course you are, lil' missy," a pirate answered. "Now shut yer pie hole before I stick something in it!"

"You... you... you wouldn't, would you?" the young woman whimpered, suddenly not so sure of herself.

"Try me, missy, and you'll see," the man's tone turned cold and menacing.

"Captain on the deck!" someone cried but nothing actually changed and everything proceeded as it had, that is in a complete mess. Captives were constantly whining and trying to skip to another group, giving the crew a headache.

Several minutes later a blonde, one-eyed man approached the gathering. He looked a little out of place among his men because it seemed he was ten or more years younger than everyone else and yet all pirates treated him with esteem and obeyed him, moving out of his way and bowing as he passed. The young captain popped the rest of a marshmallow he was eating into his mouth and wiped his hands on a white handkerchief. Blinking with his one good eye he looked at the captured men, women and children, and some aliens too, and looked questioningly one of his subordinates. "What's with the commotion, Mister Swoon?" he asked.

"We were just finishing the selection, youn... I mean, captain," the man quickly corrected himself. "Some were a bit troublesome."

"Indeed? Who exactly?" the captain asked and Swoon pointed to the lippy girl who dared raise her voice. "I see." The blonde man approached the girl and looked at her from very close, making her take a step back and collide with a woman standing behind her.

"I am..." she started and looked over the captain's shoulder at the man who had threatened her earlier. "I am Lord Zambian's daughter and..."

"Of course you are," he cut her short. "Mister Swoon, what is this woman doing here? She's in the wrong group!"

The girl jumped, hope suddenly lighting up her eyes and she straightened her back, trying to look majestic and important.

"Is she, captain?" Swoon asked, looking at the girl and his captain with uncertainty.

"How many times do I have to tell you that females of all captured species with bust size smaller than 35B are to be removed from the servant group?! Just look at her!" The young pirate pointed to the girl's chest. "She's flat like an ironing board and completely not my type, therefore..."

"...brothel material, yes, captain. I'm sorry, captain."

"Kyla, no, don't let them take me, I beg you." Finally understanding her predicament, Lord Zambian's daughter turned to the woman standing behind her and grasped her hands.

"Oh, please, spare me the scene," the captain sighed and yanked the whimpering girl away, pushing her towards another group of women. Then he made eye contact with Kyla and first he paled, then he blushed and the he smiled charmingly and made a gallant bow before her, taking her hand in his and kissing her knuckles. "Welcome to The Sneezing Kraken, beautiful lady. I am B. Fatima, your new captain." He smiled again, holding her hand with both his. "Gentlemen, the usual, interview those staying and give them appropriate posts. You may have fun with the rest! Men or women!"

*

Kyla couldn't believe her luck, as men from the pirate ship roughly hauled everyone's butts into the ship and began arranging people into strange groups. The screaming, the whimpering and complaining was too loud to make out all that was going on, but one thing she knew for sure was that her voyage had suddenly taken an interesting turn. The Sneezing Kraken! The one ship had she been after and the Captain were now going to be at her mercy...oh she was sure of that. Her hands practically itched to lash out and kick the living stuffing out of the men stripping her of any potentially valuable possessions and weaponry. They made no effort to hide their intentions as hands groped her ass and bosom, one of them sliding up between her legs with a lewd cackle. Internally she blocked it all out...because as soon as she had a chance his nuts would be hers and his screams music to her ears!

Her simpering baggage however was another matter. She wanted to slap the stupid girl for opening her mouth and wasn't at all sorry to see her go...Good riddance! Thankfully she was lucky enough to get into the group that would be staying on board. What she hadn't planned on was the Captain's attention. The man was strangely enough, younger than his crew...or so it seemed. His long blond hair was pulled back from his face, tied into a pony tail at the nap of his neck, but strands of it still floated loose, framing the sides of his face. His one green eye looked sharp and intelligent...the way he stood spoke of confidence, perhaps laced with a big dollop of cockiness. Now what? Who was this man?

Her first instinct was to step back from him as he bowed and then took her hand, but Kyla never stepped away from a challenge. However his closeness only proved how much bigger he was than her...his shoulders impossibly broad, but his body by no means fat. The man was lean and mean, easily seen even with his suit on.

Warm lips caressed her skin, making her skin tingle and stomach dipped and flutter. Gritting her teeth, she fought to pull back. This was her chance to hitch a ride and then find a way out of chaos.

"A pleasure, Captain, I'm sure." She managed to respond as he turned his gaze back to hers. 

He made a deep Mmm sound in the back of his throat, strangely like a purr as he flashed her another dashing grin. "Why don't I show you to your quarters."

It wasn't quite a question, but a statement as he pulled her forward and slid her arm around his, tugging her along. She stumbled a second and caught herself, their height difference making her have to adjust their joined arms. 

"I take it that I am to stay?" She asked him, trying to sound passive and sweet as she would have for her 'mistress'.

*

Fatima looked down at the girl for a moment before answering... Something in her voice made him cautious as it seemed strange but then he just realized this could have been her manner of speaking. There were many planets in the known universe where people were brought up and with cultural differences various speech mannerisms were not uncommon. His eyes slid along the interesting curves of her bosom and with a smile her replied. "Yes, you and all the other girls from your group. We have a constant crew rotation on the ship so I am after fresh blood all the time." The captain saw it proper to omit that more than once he was the one to draw this blood and it wasn't a lethal method at all.


The Price of Infamy Pt. 01



"So, uh, what will be my role here... now that I am your captive? Dishes? Washing? Cleaning? The captain's personal harem?" Kyla asked. For a moment Fatima was stunned. Was she flirting with him already? Not that he would mind taking her to his quarters as soon as possible. Surely, without clothes this petite body would prove to be even more juicy than it initially seemed to be.

"Well, hmmm, you will be interviewed, you abilities evaluated and you will be assigned a proper post. Miss Sweetwater will see to that. She will be your direct superior and you will be answering to her. I'm sure she will be able to make good use of your skills, whatever they are. In time your duties might even be extended, should you show promise," the captain continued, walking at a leisurely pace and undressing her in his mind.

"Sure sounds promising," Kyla muttered, looking around with interest and taking in all details.

"Miss Sweetwater will introduce you to the rules that you have to observe. Just remember that you can move freely only on the servants' deck. Access to all other decks is allowed only when you are ordered there or called by a crewmember. If you are caught outside your deck without authorization you will be punished," Fatima finished grimly and sighed. Several girls had tried their luck this way and their punishment was at the same time saddening and amusing and in one case ended tragically when a woman was raped and than committed suicide.

"What's the punishment, captain?" Kyla asked, suddenly interested.

"You will be working nude, without your uniform. I'm sure you can imagine what a sight of a naked woman as beautiful as yourself can do to a bunch of men. I'd rather we avoided such fate, Miss Kyla," Fatima smiled reassuringly.

The rest of the way they were silent and after taking an elevator to the proper deck, the captain opened a door and lead Kyla inside into a spacious waiting room with several striking girls lounging on couches and chatting. "Attention, captain on the deck!" someone cried but just as in the cargo bay, no one paid much attention to the call but a careful observer could have noticed that the girls suddenly started paying attention to their skimpy uniforms, straightening them out, making sure they were looking presentable.

Kyla couldn't help noticing that what all of the serving girls were wearing served more to accentuate and reveal their assets rather than cover them. Ultra short green skirts, green tops with a zipper on the front that barely covered their breasts and black high boots was all they had on. The only exception was that some wore stockings while other didn't.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. We have a very strict dress code on board that must be observed by all members of the crew." B. Fatima smiled lewdly, eagerly awaiting the moment when the new girls start parading on all decks barely dressed. It was very enjoyable, not to mention stimulating. Please wait here until everyone from your group arrives. Miss Sweetwater will be with you shortly." The captain shook Kyla's hand and made for the exit, stopping after a few paces as if he suddenly remembered something and looking around. "Kaileena!" he called to one of the sitting girls, a tall, raven haired beauty who's legs seemed to go on forever.

"Yes, captain?" the called woman stood up politely and smiled.

"How long have you been onboard?"

"Six months, captain."

"Hmmm, I think it's time we talked about your release. Come by my cabin when you're off duty and we shall discuss it in more detail," Fatima purred, feasting his eye on her beauty, sighed, and quickly left before the erection growing in his pants became noticeable.

*

Kyla watched the Captain leave and mentally cursed herself for getting into this situation. She had been so close to escaping!! The stupid brat of a woman she babysat had made her slower than usual and it had cost her this! Now she was on board the infamous pirate ship she had been looking for, there was no sign of the Captain she had been searching for! Damn it!

She grit her teeth and looked around the waiting room again, wanting to roll her eyes. It made her stomach sick and she suddenly wished she hadn't chosen quite the false facade she wore now. Dark haired beauties apparently were Fatima's' favorite, with only a few oddball beauties added to the mix. One of which had a shock of blue hair that flowed down to her waist, a paler blue that seemed to have been washed onto her skin and strangely icy blue eyes...Kyla mentally dubbed her Blue Lady and smiled wryly. Now she had her own problems...she had many skills, but none of which belonged in the bedroom and that's how she liked it. She didn't want to be his little concubine or anything else for that matter! She just wanted to stake out the ship, making sure the one she sought wasn't on board - then find a way off and out!

Lost in thought, Kyla hadn't realized that she was standing still in the same spot Fatima had left her until a cool tap on her shoulder caught her attention. Turning about, she came face to face with Miss Sweetwater. The buxom older lady was striking, even if she was more mature. But what was most disturbing, other than the amount of cleavage she showed, was the amount of leather the woman wore. 

"Your name." She barked, in a low, authoritative tone.

"Kyla." 

"Age." She ordered, her dark eyes assessing Kyla's form and features, making her feel rather naked.

"Twenty - two."

"Skills. What did you do before you came aboard the ship?" Kyla was beginning to wonder if the woman could ask a question and there was one now! She fought a smile, completely unaffected by the woman's demeanor. Tough bitches need love too.

Keeping a straight, sweet face, Kyla responded. "I was a personal assistant...I cleaned, washed, pampered and quaffed my mistress."

One of Miss Sweetwater's' finely arched brows lifted slightly before she continued. "Can you cook?"

Kyla shook her head no and watched as the woman spun around, indicating that she should follow. All eyes were on her as she lead Kyla into a small room and shut the door behind her. A man stood to the side, his eyes shut, but stiff as a life sized doll. His features were rather striking...his bare chest muscled and facial structure near perfect. "His is Randy and he will serve to restrain you if you fight this."

Despite herself, she began to worry a little. "There are no room for lies on this ship. I shall know every detail about you. Now...remove your clothes."

She clenched her fists to the side and bit back a flurry of expletives that would surely send her to the brig! Slowly she finally moved and under the watchful eyes of Sweetwater, began to unzip her flight suit. Piece by piece the material fell away until she stood nude before the her. 

She said not a word, but only nodded from time to time and clicked her tongue before turning about and putting on a pair of gloves. "Excuse me, what are those for?" Kyla asked, shifting her stance a little.

"I must examine you of course...all girls lie...this is the best way to find out if you're an easy little slut or a virgin." A sinister little smile played on her lips, making her cringe. 

"The hell you will!" Kyla finally spat out and Sweetwater laughed. 

"They all struggle dear...that's why I have Randy." A gentle tap to the sleeping bots chest opened his eyes. Instantly he sprang into action and caught Kyla by the wrists, pulling her up and off the ground. She yelled in anger and swung around in his impossibly strong grip to lash a foot out at his chest.

A soft thud, but no response told her for certain that Randy was no human. "Now now...be a dear and spread those pretty legs. It'll be painless."

Kyla let out an almost primal growl, kicking out, only to have her foot caught by one gloved hand and secure. Sweetwater's' grip was equally strong and cool. "Let me go!" She screamed again, panting from her struggles and now dangling helplessly for Randy's' grip. Sweetwater let out a strange little chuckle, her rubbery fingers sliding over Kyla's most intimate parts, down to her pussy. As fingers probed down and up into her body, Kyla closed her eyes and growled again, deep in her throat. "Bitch!"

"Mmmm...tight and...a virgin. How nice. The Captain will be happy with this one...but first I think that clean-up duty will do for a while before she is to be assigned to the Captain as his new and personal cabin wench."

*

Shaking his head in disbelief, Fatima left the servants' deck and took the turbo lift to the bridge. He needed an evaluation on their latest raids as well as income from other illegal activities. After all, he had a base and several ships to support, not to mention all his men, who needed to be provided for in various fashions. Women are nothing but trouble, he thought to himself as he leaned against the wall behind his back. Why, if it hadn't been for a women he wouldn't have to keep an unofficial harem on his ship and in his headquarters in hopes of finally nailing the one girl he had to find. If he couldn't find her, he'd probably go crazy or shoot himself with a blaster to end it once and for all. And now there was a new batch to go through. He shook his head once again. There were still, what, five or so girls from the previous assault on a frigate. And he couldn't even remember how many he had had sex with over the past years. Fatima had stopped counting.

The turbo lift door opened with a hiss and the captain entered the bridge which was filled with beeping sounds and communicator noise and a lot of blinking, colorful lights that had been giving him headaches ever since he was a small child. All this, coupled with the usual tension associated with decision-making, was enough to keep him away from the bridge as much as it was possible for a captain. He had to show up once in a while to remind everyone who was in charge of this business, which was hard enough as it is. Most of the crewmembers were his seniors both in age and experience so the change of the Kraken's captain came as a bit of a surprise to them but no one dared object and they served him as faithfully as they had served his father before him. Their patronizing attitude wasn't helping him any but then again, the crew were all still treating him as their 'young master', just as they had when his father, Roni Fatima, was still around.

Stepping into the bridge, the young captain tried looking serious but it made him feel ridiculous instead so he just put his hands into the pockets of his jumpsuit and nonchalantly approached his seat. There were only a few men around, the rest probably taking advantage of their recent captives. Those present were either to old to get one up or not interested in that sort of carnal pleasures. Old Maison was busying himself with a feather-duster, cleaning the displays and keyboards. At the moment the bridge was peaceful, several hushed conversations going on here and there, computer beeps hardly present.

"Mister Croocq, could you please display our current account balance?" Fatima asked, settling into the hard seat.

"Yes, captain, just a moment," came the response and after a few seconds several displays full of tables and numbers came up. "As you can see we're receiving a considerable income from distributing pirated software. I guess Eridanian video games are appreciated everywhere and our giving them away almost for free nets us great profits. Our distributors constantly ask for new shipments. We estimate that our income from this side is twelve times the loss the Eridanian developer companies are suffering. Also, oddly enough, that shipment of porn movies featuring Manaan tentacle monsters we've nabbed several months back was finally bought by a collector from the Shukenja system. He was more than happy to pick it up and paid us handsomely. As far as other enterprises are concerned, I think we're doing quite well. But I think we should look for another slave market to dump our captives to."

"Oh? Why so, Mister Croocq?"

"We are unable to get good prices in our current spots. We're filling the market in the nearest sectors quite often. Perhaps shipping slaves to farther systems would provide more lucrative in the long run?"

"What about transportation costs?"

"Well, I'm estimating that if we can get above average prices per transport and pick up some cheap goods there to be sold here for much more, we could turn into a completely new branch of commerce, if you get my drift, captain..."

"I see. Well, let's see what we know about some of our neighboring sectors."

"Yes, captain."

It took them several hours to arrive at a satisfactory trading route and by the time they were done, Fatima's head was already hurting and whenever he closed his eyes there were rows of numbers running left and right under his eyelids. Rubbing his forehead, he left the bridge and slowly walked to his cabin, yawning. With surprise he discovered that he was quite hungry but the thought was quickly overtaken by other feelings when he was Kaileena waiting for him at the entrance to his room. She changed her clothes and now she was wearing a red dress, or at least something that could have been a dress if it was made of more fabric. As such it seemed that all she was wearing were several long straps of red lace, two of which ran from her shoulders over her full breasts and to her waist where they were gathered by a wide belt; more red scarves dangled freely from the belt. It was hardly appropriate to call her clothed. He completely forgot he had told her to come over to discuss her release. Everyone knew very well what those discussions entailed.

"You look tired, captain," Kaileena spoke with a seductive smile. "Is there something I can do for you?"

"I certainly hope so, Kaileena. Do come in. I desperately need a backrub."

"I can do that."

"I know. Dinner would be fine too. I'm famished."

"I'm sure miss Sweetwater can have someone prepare something for you."

"Smashing. Make yourself at home. Would you like some wine?"

*

After her 'examination', Kyla was forced into a series of showers, first to cleanse her, then perfumed and powered. She coughed and wheezed, fanning her face quickly to try and get rid of the god awful flowery smell. The captain had to be crazy if he thought this stench smelled good! She thought to herself and then was even more horrified as she was squeezed into ultra tight pants of that left NOTHING to the imagination and an equally tight top...she just blessed the heavens that a vest was also provided to cover at least her chest up. It was a bright green just as she had seen before, but thankfully because of her current position she wasn't meant to wear any skirts or skimpy tops.

Outside of the interview room, Sweetwater was standing with a smug look on her made up face and handed Kyla a small piece of yellow paper. "This is your room number and you shall stay in it until it is time for your shift to start. Then you may go about your business, listening to the orders of your higher ups. Once your shift is over, you may go to the mess hall, eat your supper and then return to your quarters. If you wander off your designed locations, you will be punished as seen fit by the person who finds you." She tapped a long thin finger against Kyla's slender nose and gave her a slight smirk, "You're a smart girl, I'm sure you'll figure things out."

  Kyla decided to keep her mouth shut after the turn of events in the examination room. It took ever ounce of her being though not to pop the bitch in the mouth and shut her up for good. Unfortunately this was something she again couldn't do. Not until she found out if the late Captain was still about and then only when she knew she had a way out!

Ignoring Sweetwater, Kyla scanned the map with expert eyes and finally made her way to her quarters. Various people walked the halls. Some whistled and jeered her way, but she ignored that nasty taunts, walking as proudly as her stiff, ass hugging pants would let her and happily closed the door to her small room behind her.

*

In the end Kaileena turned out to be a disappointment as well, despite her being more than willing to please her captain and her obvious skills. He was feeling a little compassionate towards her because she spared no efforts to make him cum, starting with an expert blowjob and then a long session of sometimes wild and sometimes sensual lovemaking. Even her wondrous tits failed to do their duty, and Fatima spent more than enough time on them himself as they were truly exquisite and one prettier than the other. She even bore through anal sex even though it hurt her (she came that way too nonetheless). She pushed her own needs away and concentrated only on making him feel good and it was really wonderful while it lasted but in the end she was unable to make him reach the goal; one could say there was no scoring involved. Kaileena, on the other hand, scored more than once and quite hard too, passing out twice to Fatima's great amusement.

It felt great to have his own harem of beautiful women but it sucked big time that none of them was capable of making him cum and forcing that big cock of his to spurt it's white juice of fulfillment. Now, having cried herself to sleep, Kaileena was lying on her side with her back turned upon him, her black hair clung to her body, wet with sweat. He let her stay in the cabin until morning, fully aware that she knew what fate had in store for her now.

Ladies who failed him their bed duty were usually ransomed back to their families or, if the family was unable to buy their beloved daughter back, a woman would be left on an inhabited planet of her choosing other than her home world with enough food and equipment to survive for two weeks. They were left to fend for themselves. Of course, they also had an option to join the pirates and serve on their secret base as maids or cooks but few ever picked that option.

Kaileena, or rather the High Lady Kaileena, was in quite a fix because she was, or rather had been, the head of one of the noble houses of Beta Eridani, a rich landowner and an influential politician. Having been abducted from her own ship she had been probably declared dead or at least missing and now some other member of her family was wearing her morning slippers. She had little hope of her family or household ransoming her because no one probably wanted her back on her stool. Still, Fatima would at least contact the relatives of girls being relieved from their duties. It was the rule and his honor dictated it. It was none of his business though what would happen next. For the women's sake he hoped the families would come through for their beloved daughters and sisters. And if not, The Sneezing Kraken will be making additional rounds around the galaxy. It was no big deal with their resource base.

Just as he was drifting off to sleep, an alarm blared over the inter-comm network, lighting red lights in all rooms and corridors.

"All hands to the battle stations!" Tenshi, the onboard AI chirped merrily. "Captain, do come to the bridge please."

"What's going on?" Kaileena turned on her back and was looking at him with apprehension.

"We're probably under attack. Get dressed and go back to your room. Make sure Miss Sweetwater organizes additional nurse shifts just in case!" He was already dressed, donning only his jumpsuit and ignoring the undies. In a moment he was gone, running like crazy to see what the ruckus was all about.

*

Now what?! Kyla looked up from her map, contemplating how she would get past her sector to explore. The easiest way would be to find someone to mimic, then disguise herself. The red lights signaled a problem...were they under attack? The halls seemed strangely quiet, unlike the Lazy Susan and the attack on it, which left everyone running for their lives.




The Price of Infamy Pt. 01



Sliding off her bed, Kyla slid on the boots she had removed and straightened her clothes before slipping out of her room. Standing in the hall against her door, she watched crew efficiently walking or running to their posts. Everyone looked determined...on a mission and everyone effectively ignored her, which surprised her to some degree. A flutter of hope in the pit of her belly made her smile slightly. The Fates had to be smiling on her!

Glancing around, Kyla slid a hand around to her neck and thanked the heavens again that no one had noticed her device. With a delicate touch, she fingered the small circular disk and watched as her skin turned to a dark, glossy shade of brown. Turning it up a notch, her hair became pitch black and eyes equally deep. A small gasp turned her attention sharply and she cursed softly. One of the girls had spotted her, her eyes wide and face pale. She couldn't have been much older than Kyla and looked petrified. Slipped a finger to her lips, she signaled the chick to keep quiet. The girl nodded hastily, watching in wonder as Kyla slipped down the hallway and began to her search.

With every important personal out of the way, she grazed the walls silently, moving fluently and quietly. The dim lighting in the halls served her well, even with the flashing strobes. Blending into the shadows, Kyla slowly opened door after door to peer inside. Most of them contained prisoners such as herself, so she ventured up a deck. Plastered into a corner, she carefully surveyed the hall and found it empty. With a soft prayer, she ventured forward and slipped out, carefully hugging the cool walls as she searched the quarters. One particular door caught her attention...unlike the others, the one had an intricate gold symbol of a crown...not especially gaudy, but noticeable. 

Her heart hammered loudly in her ears as she felt the thrill of possible victory! This had been too easy though. Nothing went this smoothly! Still, she moved swiftly and pressed her damp fingers against the cool steel of the door, pressing her ear to the door.

Not a sound was heard until her own yelp of surprise echoed down the hall as a strong hand grabbed the back of her suit and haled her up into the air. She flailed around with a gasp as she met the gaze of Randy, Sweetwater's' boy toy!

"Let me go!"

"I believe you're out of your quarters little one." He purred silkily, his eyes sliding over her curves as his mouth curved into a smile. He looked surprisingly human for an instant.

"Randy?" She asked quickly, suddenly unsure.

"Correct. Now...yours?"

"My what?"

Randy rolled his eyes and let out a strangely husky chuckle, yet it held a hint of mechanics to it. "Name, little one. Your name."

"M-Myra." 

"Mmmmm...doesn't compute Myra...were you missed in the shuffle? Or perhaps you're in the slave quarters, waiting to be shipped out, hmmmm...were you searching for the Captain?"

She nodded as he slowly moved, grabbing her hips and pushing her up against the hall, his body sliding over hers. "Couldn't wait your turn, little one. Wanted to Captain to plow between your thighs next?" He taunted, making her wonder what sort of robot he actually was!? Never had she met one that had such skills and possessed almost his own personality.

"N-no...I was going to beg for my release!" She lied, shoving against his broad chest as he rubbed his hips against hers. 

"Really now...Mmmm...well, perhaps I could be of service? I like to please the ladies and make them feel less...homesick."

"No!" She replied, shoving harder as Randy leaned down to nibble on her neck.

"You are quiet exquisite, little one...very exotic." He purred and stroked a hand up to her breast, pinning her efficiently enough to against the wall as he fondled her body.

"Get off!" She growled, but the heap of metal didn't budge. "Off! Sit! Heel! GET THE FU- - -!!"

Just then another voice interrupted her angry ones. "Randy off!"

Suddenly the sex fiend of a robot let loose, stood straight and shut down. With a grunt, she landed squarely on her ass and at the man approaching. Quickly she scrambled up to her feet as the smaller, older man made his way to her. "Hey! You there! Stop!"

Turning about she fled, running for the lifts that had gotten her up and rapidly making her way back down to her hall where she fumbled to right her appearance. Slowly she returned to her other disguised form and brushed herself off before trying to appear as casual as possible.

*

As soon as captain B. Fatima entered The Sneezing Kraken's bridge he got a terrible headache. Most of the console lights were blinking, relaying various messages and speakers were constantly beeping with alarms and various information. Tenshi, in her holographic representation of a winged fairy, was flying all over the room and circled around the crewmembers' heads singing merrily or wailing like banshee. The air was filled with her "Wooo, we're under attack!" and "We're doomed, we're all going to die! What fun!" Noticing him, the blue-white sprite flew around him several times and perched on his shoulder, whispering conspiratorially into his ear, "I think they are all angry with me."

Fatima looked around and his headache worsened. The tension made the air so still it could be cut with a knife, perspiration glistened on the people's foreheads, some were biting their fingernails while watching the radar displays or ITTC monitors. Everyone was nervous which in turn made their captain a little afraid. His crew never behaved in this manner. The situation must have indeed been serious.

"Status report!" Fatima called and went through the tedious routine of finding a comfortable position in the captain's seat.

"It seems that ship's escort caught up with us, captain," the first mate answered. His name was so hard to pronounce that Fatima could never remember it.

"What escort?! There was no escort!"

"That's what I'm saying, captain. They caught up. Probably got delayed somewhere," the officer shrugged. "We're dealing with two corvettes, eight wings of Saracen heavy fighters and two wings of Sweeper bombers."

"Scramble our fighters then and blow them out of space. What's the problem? Our equipment is superior and we can jam their targeting systems from here."

"Problem is, captain, we don't have any. We got rid of fighter bays to increase our cargo capacity."

"What?! Who's idea was that? Bind him and throw him out the airlock!" Fatima got annoyed. His headache just got even worse and he felt cold sweat breaking on his brow. They could take care of the corvettes but the smaller craft could pose a serious problem even for their high-tech flak systems.

"Um, it was your idea, captain..." someone dared speak the truth.

"Was it?" the B. Fatima shifted in his seat. "Scratch that order then... Any suggestions, men?"

"In such situations your father usually asked for a cup of tea, Young Master," Old Maison appeared out of nowhere next to his elbow. "And then he proceeded to issue an all-out attack order. For some reason it always worked."

"Very well. Men! Power up the shields and weapons and give them all we have... We can see how the new toy works too! That will show them," Fatima ordered enthusiastically. The new toy was a set of very powerful mass-driver cannons the Kraken had stolen several weeks back from an Eridanian convoy.

"Woohoo! Rowdy is being randy!" Tenshi sang, flying around the bridge with immense speed. "Or was it the other way round?"

"Tenshi, do perch somewhere, you're being a nuisance. Don't make me switch you off," Fatima growled. "Fire at will. Spread salvo. Full power."

Pouting, the little white-blue fairy sat on one of the monitors and waved at the firing officer. He quickly keyed in the attack configuration and issued a fire command. Immediately the lights dimmed for a while as the forward cannons spewed forth a cone of super-fast, super-heavy particles changing everything in front of the Kraken into metallic Swiss cheese. All Eridanian ships exploded seconds later to everyone's surprise.

"These new cannon be sum good shit, mon!" someone whispered in awe.

"Well then. That was fast," Fatima muttered, getting up and glaring at his men. "Good work everyone!" he said for lack of anything better, slightly disillusioned that it went so easy. "We're heading home, gentlemen. Take care of everything."

With a sigh he left the bridge and fumbled in his pocket to find a communicator. "Miss Sweetwater, please send me some painkillers. My head is killing me."

*

Inside her quarters, Kyla sighed in relief. That had been too close! Usually she wasn't so sloppy, but the thrill...the sheer desire to find the man she was after had rushed to her head and left her weak. Memories rushed back to her mind as she closed her eyes and lay back on her bunk. A young man's cocky, but charming smile flashed in her mind as if had just been yesterday. His laughter had always made her feel warm and loved. 

"Kyla Banana!" Danny's voice rang clearly and excitedly. "Where aaaaareee you!?!?"

From behind the bright orange sofa, Kyla smothered a giggle, crawling on all fours to peak around the corner as her brother searched. 

"Come on Beany! When I find you, the war is on! You can't dump ice down my shorts and get away with it!"

She grinned and gasped back a giggle, drawing his attention.

"Ah ha! Marco!"

"POLO!" She shouted back and jumped up with a shriek as he came racing toward her. "Danny no!!! NO NO!! Don't do it!"

Her brother laughed merrily and cornered her, crowding her with his tall, slender frame and mercilessly beginning his tickle attack on her ribs. She giggled and shrieked some more, her laughter turning into gasps and soft snorts as she tried to catch her breath. "Stop!" She panted, tears running down her soft cheeks, "Stop or you'll make me pee!" She pleaded, pressing her thighs together and bending at the hips to try and get away.

With a cheeky grin, he pulled her into a bear hug and chuckled, "Serves you right. You know, for an older sister, you sure are immature sometimes."

Kyla smiled fondly and sighed. Danny's carefree attitude towards life left her wanting to protect him, watch over him as he challenged the world in his own way. He was reckless and too sure of himself, but Kyla loved her little brother as a mother would her own child. Only now he was gone and dead. Following in her footsteps, but against her wishes, Danny became a fighter pilot. On a simple escort mission, the pirates of the Sneezing Kraken had blown him away and all that stood in their path. Her sweet younger brother vaporized...space dust and no longer around to make her laugh and smile the only way he could. 

Drawing in a shuddering breath, Kyla squeezed back the tears and ordered herself to stop being such a wimp. She had to buck up and seek the former Captain of the ship and draw his blood in revenge!

Clenching her fists, she turned and tucked them under her chin and let herself drift off to sleep

*

Captain's log, Fatima began typing on the keyboard of his diary and cringed because another jolt of pain stabbed through his skull. The painkillers he had ordered from Miss Sweetwater still have not arrived and he was considering going there to pick something up himself. Date, yadda yadda, who the hell cares. No one's gonna read this stuff anyway so why bother?

Today was a good day! First we struck another glorious blow against the hateful Eridanians, two blows, actually. First a big carrier, sacked, robbed, looted and then blown to pieces. We captured many people and selling them into slavery will net us lotsa dough. We still haven't gone through the goods acquired but I'm guessing that half of it will be useless junk only Old Maison could find use for in his endless improvements and inventions. Well, at least the babes were plentiful so another crew rotation will be done soon.

Speaking of which. Had two today. Both hot and eager and beautiful. But both failures in the end too. I'm starting to think these headaches I'm getting aren't caused by the lights on the bridge only. Curses! How long is this going to take until I can finally blow a glorious load inside some hot, tight pussy?! I bet Dad is laughing at me very hard now even as he's boiling in hell. Very damn funny, ha ha ha! Goddamn space Gypsies! I'm starting to feel like a gigolo! It's so embarrassing. To please all these babes plenty, listen to them scream as they come again and again and all I get in return is money when their families are willing to pay. I must be the most miserable pirate in the whole universe...

"Enter," Fatima groaned when the doorbell chirped a silly, high-pitched melody. The door slid open and a girl carrying a tray stepped in.

"Miss Sweetwater told me to bring this to you, captain," she spoke softly as she put the tray on his desk. Hungrily, Fatima swallowed three pills and chased them down with some water. At least now there was a promise of a relief at least in one department. "Can I do something else for you, captain?" she asked, bending over and putting a hand on his shoulder, at the same time giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. Almost immediately he felt his cock hardening against his wishes. He was in no mood for another shag.

"No, some other time perhaps," he waved her away with a sigh. Most men in the galaxy would probably call him crazy if they knew what he had just done. But then again hardly anyone knew about his predicament. "Thank you."

The girl left him, leaving behind a faint scent of her perfume and a guilty feeling in his heart. Sighing, Fatima closed his diary and shambled to his bunk, falling on it in his clothes. He wanted his torment to end, he wanted to enjoy life and women once more and he wanted peace and not the turmoil of a pirate's life. Biting the pillow in frustration he growled and closed his eyes. Little did he know that soon his blue balls would be the least of his problems.

*

The next day woke Kyla up with an annoying buzzing sound that could drive the sanest person mad! Groaning, she covered her ears and barked that she was awake. The noise died instantly. Stretching, she rubbed her tired eyes and stood. The small bathroom area provided her with only the essentials. A toilet, sink and shower, all shiny and sterile. The cramped space allowed for little movement, but she managed to strip down, wash up and then cram herself into fresh clothing, conveniently appearing inside her cabin. 

After a quick tweak of her chameleon device and finagling her hair back so that it was secured and hiding the small disk, Kyla set out of her room. Outside, a small flying robot resembling an insect buzzed up to her face. She jerked back and then sighed with irritation as it dropped down a translucent screen and began to spout off orders and directions for her day. She would be allowed to eat in the mess hall first, following the others in an orderly fashion and then beginning the work day.

The line of girls formed in the hallway and Miss Sweetwater appeared to lead the way, making sure no one stood out of order or made any silly attempts to escape. Kyla wanted to laugh...after all, where would most of them go? None, she imagined, had any technical training or combat skills that could aid them. They were all petite, pretty, full breasted women ready for the Captain's beck and call. Their soul purpose, she figured, would be to please him and then be chucked aside. Only Sweetwater had another thing coming if she thought Kyla would stand around looking dainty and submissive. The whole trip was beginning to grate on her nerves.

Soft chatter among the girls broke out as they hit the mess hall. Breakfast was served quickly and efficiently before they were shuttled to their designated spots. Shoved into a corner, Kyla had no choice but to listen to their conversations...most of which involved the Captain.

"I heard he is the greatest lover in the galaxy!" One girl giggled while the other snickered and bowed their heads.

"The greatest lover who is well endowed!" The girl before her added with a knowing grin. "The last girl to be hailed to his quarters said she fainted from it all. He MUST be skilled."

She couldn't quite believe her ears. These women were concerned about that man's cock and not their lives!?! Shaking her head, she shoveled in a mouthful of eggs and tried to tune them out. How ridiculous could females be?! She wondered to herself and absently realized that the girl sitting across from her wasn't joining into the conversation. Instead she looked rather pale and skittish. The same one, Kyla realized, that had seen her making her prowl earlier. 

"Not interested in the Captain's family jewels?" Kyla asked her, keeping her voice low enough that only she would catch the conversation.

The girl looked up from her tray and shook her head. The idea seemed to make her look a little green around the gills. "Virgin?" Kyla asked boldly and the girl flushed, but nodded.

"Ah." She mumbled and sighed, nodding herself. 

"I'm betrothed and was on my way to be married. Now I will never meet my husband and..." Her voice faltered and cracked.

Kyla felt instant discomfort. She had never been any good with showing comfort for others, except Danny. Women she wasn't very familiar with. In training, she was surrounded by men and weakness was frowned upon.

"It'll be okay." She offered. "Maybe you won't be chosen...or something will change for the good. Just..." She struggled for the words. "stay low. Don't attract attention to yourself."

"Thanks." She whispered back and bowed her head back down. Kyla groaned internally. She truly felt some sympathy for the girl, but right now was not the time to take on a new project.

Robust laughter filled the air suddenly as the men began to filter through for their own meals. Kyla finished off her plate quickly and hoped that Sweetwater would bring her leather clad ass around to start handing out duties.

*

Strangely enough, B. Fatima woke up refreshed and rested even though he slept in his clothes, now sweaty and rumpled. Brushing sleep away from his eyes, the captain of The Sneezing Kraken got up and moved to his private bathroom. Very few cabins on the ship had their own bathrooms and his was obviously the privileged one. He took his jumpsuit off and naked stepped into the shower stall, letting hot and cold water relax and wake him up completely in turn. Sputtering he rubbed his body with a fresh towel, trying hard to coax some warmth into his shivering limbs. Closing his one good eye, Fatima removed the eye-patch from his head – he hated looking at the ugly purple gash running diagonally from the left temple towards his nose. As usual he had to spend a dozen or so minutes getting his hair into order and as usual in the end he gathered it in a neat ponytail. Finally done he put a fresh eye-patch on and left the bathroom.

As he opened his wardrobe a dilemma presented itself: what to wear? He scratched an itching spot on his hip and browsed his available clothing, finally settling for tight, navy blue trousers, a simple red t-shirt and a black leather coat. He had to look presentable upon arrival. Deciding to leave the bed for one of the girls to make, the captain sat at his desk and switched his personal computer on. Several keystrokes brought up the ship summary. He nodded his head several times, everything seemed in order and the should arrive at the base by lunchtime. Thinking of food made his stomach growl, reminding him how terribly hungry he was. With all those women he wasn't sure if he was eating enough to give him enough strength to go on.

Fatima left his cabin at a brisk pace and made his way to the mess hall where a part of the crew were already eating. As usual the smell of eggs and bacon and orange juice were mixing with a hubbub of conversations. With a quick hand gesture he ordered one of his men who was about to announce his presence to sit down and he made his way to his table. Of course, he had to share it with the highest ranking officers, which was one of many unpleasant traits of being the captain but it gave him the opportunity to get to know what was going on without actually visiting the bridge. This morning, however, the table was empty save for Old Maison pedantically arranging the kerchiefs and cutlery around his plate.




The Price of Infamy Pt. 02



It has been a long wait - but hopefully after this installment there will be one more to come until more work is done! Thank you for the lovely e-mails!!! EklectikChik-

The crew was assembling by the shuttles. Men were checking the equipment they were to take for the rescue action and it seemed there wasn't enough space in the holds or backpacks to take it all. Oxygen canisters and breathing masks were probably the single most important items to be taken and they had to be distributed evenly between all teams. But apart from them they also had to take welders, computers, scanners, and lots of other equipment that could be necessary in freeing the inhabitants of the base from the sudden, lethal imprisonment. Technicians were arguing with pilots about how much can be loaded on every shuttle and as men were readying themselves to depart, checking their harnesses and space suits, a growing anxiety could be felt in the air. The base was their home and should they fail in restoring it to its full operational capacity it could take them years to find or erect a new one.

Walking with Kyla in tow, Fatima shouted orders for his men to hurry up and stop bickering about pointless things. The last few days were hard enough on everyone and they didn't need any more aggravation. He pulled the girl into a changing room and she wrinkled her nose in disgust when she saw pieces of clothing strewn about the floor and benches. "What now?" she said. For a moment he looked her over and then he opened a locker and threw a space suit and a helmet at her.

"Put this on, Banana. With your mouth closed, please?" he raised a finger when she started protesting and started stripping his clothes.

"What do you think you're doing?" She looked at him, bewildered as he stripped his jacket and shirt and was now fighting with a leg of his trousers that got stuck on his shoe.

"Those suits are very tight," Fatima answered, biting his lip in thought as he removed his socks and started pulling the legs of his suit up his calves. "Have anything unnecessary underneath and it gets uncomfortable soon. What are you waiting for?!" He exclaimed, seeing that Kyla was just standing there and looking at him. "Strip and put that on. I don't have all day."

"If you think I'm going to strip with you around then you're sorely mistaken, mister."

"Hey, I didn't see you turn around shyly when I was undressing," Fatima said with a challenging grin. "Or are you ashamed?"

"Hmpf!" Kyla snorted and put her suit and helmed down. As Fatima was zipping his suit up and checking the gloves, she turned around and removed the skimpy top she had been issued earlier, dropping it to the ground. Fatima couldn't help stopping to stare at her naked back, following the gentle lines of her body with his eyes.

He had to hold himself in check hard not to whistle when she bent over to remove the shorts. Leaving just her panties on, Kyla reached for the suit and put it on quickly, turning back to face him as she zipped it up. "Satisfied?" she demanded.

"Almost," he replied and approached her to see if she put the suit on properly. Everything was in perfect order. "Curious," he mumbled and had to admit she looked great in the skin tight space suit that clung to all her curves, accentuating them. "Alright, take the helmet and let's go," he ordered and left the dressing room.

*

Outside they tumbled into something that at first glance could have been taken for a stocky cyborg but upon closer inspection turned out to be a special harness prepared for Da'nab, one of the aliens aboard the Kraken. Da'nab was essentially a head-sized glop of fluorescent green that floated inside a container filled with liquid and resembling a fish-tank. Around it a robotic body was constructed, providing the alien with locomotory functions as well as allowing him to manipulate objects. Initially he had been employed as a navigator but when it turned out he could navigate only in aquatic environments he was quickly demoted to a technician in which he, surprisingly, excelled even though he had no limbs of his own.

"Excusing me, captain," Da'nab's digital translator spoke in a robotic voice and one of his robotic arms moved to indicate the throng of people slowly stepping inside the shuttles. "What is this hussy all about?" In their environment the delekians communicated by issuing bubbles of gas from their bodies. Bubble arrangements and the specific sound that accompanied them formed a fairly simple language but automated translators sometimes had trouble understanding it.

"Our base is in trouble Da'nab and we have to go there and help our people."

"Can I help?" the alien asked turning his body left and right in the translucent tank.

"Isn't that why you're here?" Fatima asked.

"Many apologisings but no. The technician chef asked me to tell you that the cause of power grid malnutrition could be the hzzzzt crackle buzz. My superlative tells me you should take a look at that."

"Da'nab, I have no idea what hzzzzt crackle buzz is. Do you know what it is, where it is and how to fix it in case it's broken?"

"Affirmatory!" the bulky metallic body parodied a salute and rocking comically moved towards the nearest shuttle.

"Good, you're going then. Come on, Banana, stop staring," Fatima shook the bewildered girl. "We're going, and you better not get lost." 

*

Kyla flushed and followed Fatima as he strode off. She hadn't meant to stare, but this species was actually new to her and she hadn't been expecting it to be attached to a cyborg body. Shaking her head, she grinned slightly. The universe was constantly surprising her and she had come across her own strange and interesting races in the past.

Lines of people made their way to the shuttles. The bus like ships gleamed...clean and well taken care of. Kyla made a note of the star ships around and was surprised when the captain passed them all with sure strides.

"Come on, Banana! Pick up the pace or I'm liable to leave you behind and we don't want that." He told her, making her roll her eyes and sigh loudly.

"Why not, Fatima. I'd much rather stay here in the presence of my brother." She told him, not bothering to hide her irritation with him.

He chuckled, "Well then you'll be happy to know that Danny will be joining us...just with a different group. So don't get those cute little panties in a twist, Kyla banana, you'll see him."

Grumbling, Kyla resisted the urge to give him a swift kick in the ass. He had no right to be looking at her panties! She hated how he seem to have no care or worries about physical closeness and Kyla was about to find out just how much he didn't mind. He had to be testing her...irritating her on purpose. That had to be the only reason he kept pushing her. 

Reaching a small flight pod at the far end of the Kraken's flight deck made Kyla stop short as Fatima opened the translucent hard top with a soft hiss. "What are you doing?" She asked him as he fit his tall long body inside and beckoned her to follow. "Are you crazy?! This is a one man pod! I'd have to sit on top of you!"

Fatima grinned, swiftly catching one of her dangling wrists and tugging her over the side. She hit the edge with a soft 'oof' sound and cursed him. "Come on, I don't bite...hard anyway." He told her smoothly. She wiggled and tried to push his hands away, but he was insistent as he grasped her sides and lifted her with ease.

"You're such an oaf!" She complained, feeling out of place and extremely too close to his warm body, Kyla squirmed between his spread thighs.

"Quit wiggling around." He muttered, his nose almost nuzzling the side of her neck. She jerked away with a gasp and elbowed him when he chuckled, making him groan.

"I can't believe you have us crammed in this little sardine box." She muttered and boldly slapped his hands away when he tried to reach around to grasp the controls. "Keep'em to yourself Captain. If I'm stuck in here with you, I'll be flying."

With expert hands and a quick eye, Kyla had the small flight pod secured and buzzing with energy in seconds. Fatima never said a word, but she was pretty sure he was silently studying her as he buckled up his harness and then wrapped his arms tightly around her middle. "Hold on, been a while since I've had the pleasure of actually flying one of these death traps." She said with a half excited laugh, the adrenaline and excitement that always came with the thought of flying beginning to lift her mood.

As the back doors of the Kraken opened, Kyla took off, letting out a little whoop of joy as the launched into space. 

*

It was becoming crystal clear that there was more to Kyla than it had seemed. From the way she had fought on the bridge and the way she was piloting the small craft it was apparent that she was no noble's servant. Perhaps a bodyguard for hire? Initially her piloting was a little awkward but as soon as she got acquainted with the layout of controls and gauges she became more comfortable and daring. Fatima had to admit that she was a great pilot, there was no doubt about that, although her bouts of joyful recklessness were a worrisome thing.

Fatima also had another thing to worry about. Even through two layers of protective suits he could feel the warmth of Kyla's body on his where they connected. The presence of her sweet bottom so close to his groin was at the same time tempting and disquieting because he didn't have the time to think about the bedchamber pleasures with the lives of so many men, women and aliens at stake. His hands, wrapped around her abdomen, felt each move of her muscles as she was piloting and with her attitude he was aware this was as close to being intimate with her as he was to come for the time being. Still, getting to know her this way was good too, it was a start at least.

"You know, Banana, you're a useful girl to have around," he started, his breath tickling the skin of her neck, making her squirm to get away in the tight confinements.

"Uh-huh," she replied. "So what's next? You'll have Sweetwater assign me as your personal maid? She's already ahead of you, Fatima."

"It's Captain Fatima, Banana, don't forget that. But no, I was thinking along the lines of your being permanently assigned to my person. I have to have my eye on you or you'll bring trouble to me or to yourself. You're too dangerous to be left to yourself and I think you have several more talents you still haven't revealed. I'll make you my secretary... oh no, wait, that would make Old Maison cross. Assistant then."

"You can't be serious! If you think it's gonna make things easier for you and turn me into one of those wenches then you're mistaken."

"A bodyguard then? You can fight, I think I can even convince Old Maison to include you in our training program."

"So he can mop the floor with me too? I think not, Captain."

"Oh, you saw that?" he asked weakly, feeling his face burn. He was no opponent for one of his tutor's experience.

"Oh yes, seeing him kick your ass made my day."

"A driver then. As a captain I cannot pilot my ships myself. You are quite skilled in this. Well, what do you say?"

"No way, I didn't ask to be brought on your ship. I'm a captive, don't forget that!" Kyla growled angrily and corrected their course. The base had been slowly growing in front of their small craft and all around them the shuttles were also slowly making their way to the head quarters. Manoeuvring in the asteroid field was tricky even with the help of the base's docking computer. Relying on piloting skills alone was close to suicide as the smaller craft lacked the proper computing power to scan and calculate the proper course.

"I'll make you my spy then. With this little gizmo you can slip anywhere completely unseen," Fatima continued brushing hair away from Kyla's neck with one hand, revealing the small camouflage disc.

"Hey, don't touch that, it's delicate equipment!" she warned and tried moving away but the cockpit was too small for that.

"I can handle delicate equipment, I assure you," he said and his other hand started inching slowly down her belly. He chuckled when she squirmed even more, trying to keep concentrated on piloting and escaping his grasp. "I suggest you stick to piloting, Banana, or we'll crash."

"And I suggest you stop pawing me or I swear I'll slam full speed into one of those rocks," Kyla snarled at him.

"How does it work I wonder," he muttered, completely unperturbed by her threat and touched the small disc on her neck with a finger. It clicked once and her hair turned slowly from blond to red. "Woo, awesome!" he chuckled like a little boy who found a new toy to play with. "I like redheads, I say we keep it."

"And I say stop it, it's not a toy!" Kyla tried bending forward and away from him but he stopped her by holding her close to his body. The pod veered unsteadily from its course with a sudden jerk but she quickly corrected it. "See what you did? Stop it! Turn it back the way it was."

Fatima sighed and said, "Very well, now which way was it?"

"Right, you klutz!"

"Hey, show some respect for your captain," he replied and with a grin turned the dial to the left. At the same time Kyla changed her position as she moved the control stick to the right, taking them off course to avoid crashing into an asteroid. Lacking proper grip in the suit's gloves, Fatima's finger slipped and made the dial turn several clicks.

A few seconds later a loud laughter erupted in the cockpit. "What did you do, you bastard!?" Kyla cried when she saw a strand of her hair fall into her field of vision. It was light green. After a moment when her nose changed colour too she realised her skin turned into a shade of green as well. "Turn it back, turn it back right now!"

"I can't, it's stuck. I'm sorry," Fatima replied with a chuckle, finding her new colours attractive.

"Hold the stick," Kyla said and he obeyed, reaching around her and taking control of the craft. She reached behind her head, almost poking his only eye in the process and tried to turn the camouflage disc but it wouldn't move. "I'm going to kill you," she whispered menacingly.

"Hey, look on the bright side of it. At least now you will have an opening line to chat with Da'nab," he chuckled and kissed her neck. 

*

By the time they made their landing at the base, Kyla wanted to murder Fatima. Her new complexion and hair had him chuckling the rest of the way and grated on her nerves to no end. The jerk! The tingling burn of his kiss against her neck was making her crazy. She wanted to shower and wash away any traces of his touch. Why couldn't he just leave her alone?! Instead his hands seemed to be constantly touching and brushing up against her - making her skin warm even through the layers of the space suit. Damn him! 

As the hiss of the cockpit glass opened, Kyla scrambled out before Fatima had a chance to utter a word. She pushed up, almost bumping his face with her tight bottom and then mercilessly stepped on his thigh, perilously close to mashing his manhood as she hopped out.

"Kyla!" Danny's voice filtered through her helmet. He grinned at her and jogged up to them as Fatima hid a groan of pain and climbed out to stand beside her.

"Hey!" She chimed, her mood instantly lifting. 

Danny faltered as he saw the pale greenness of her face. "What happened? Malfunction?"

"No really...the Captain here was playing with my device and it locked on me. You'll have to fiddle with it later for me." She informed him, only to be interrupted by Fatima again.

"I believe I can take care of it Banana. Your brother has his own duties to take care of. Isn't that right, Danny?" He said, his voice firm and authoritative.

Danny slanted him a look, his usual cheerful face suddenly looking rather strained. "Sir, I would be happy to do both. Kyla is my sister, Sir."

"Yes. I'm well aware of that, but right now she's also my personal assistant for the time being. Wether she likes it or not, she is now stuck with me."

Kyla rolled her eyes and began to speak when Danny cut in again. His shoulders squared and chest puffed out. In their time apart, Kyla suddenly notice that her brother had grown even taller. Although not as broad or bulky as the captain, he still possessed strength and skills she knew could be deadly. "Sir, I truly wish you would reconsider. She's my sister!"

"For god's sake, boy! I'm well aware of who she is and it's of no consequence. Kyla is a big girl, I'm sure she can fend for herself. Now enough of this nonsense. Get back to work, before you give me a reason to send you back to the Kraken."

Danny scowled and after a moment of tense silence, he turned and left. Kyla wondered what on earth that was all about. Never had her brother acted that way on her behalf. Frowning, she turned to Fatima who looked unperturbed about the situation. "So, Captain oh Captain...what shall be your bidding?" She muttered sarcastically.

"That, my dear, is a loaded question." He said, flashing her a sexy grin.

"Is that all you think about? Your base could be in danger!" She exclaimed, her green face turning an interesting shade as she flushed with anger.

"Mmm...so right. Well, no time for play then...lets get to work!" 

*

Fatima leaned into the pod's cockpit and opened a strongbox, producing two laser pistols and several power magazines. "Here," he said, handing one to Kyla. "We have no idea whom we'll meet inside, prowling and stealing so if anyone fails to identify themselves with the Fatima jasper password is to be shot. Is that clear? Shoot first, then ask questions. There are aliens on the base that hunt humans for sport and with the trouble inside I bet several of them took the opportunity." Kyla nodded and put her gun into her belt holster.

Fatima turned and scanned the huge landing pad. His men had already filtered from the shuttles and were now dividing the necessary equipment among themselves forming rescue teams. And beyond them was the space with its stars and endless void. He shuddered at the thought of getting lost out there somewhere. "Alright, men, let's get to work!" he said. "Form four teams and take a different path each. Be wary of marauders and shoot anyone who is taking advantage of the whole situation. Da'nab?"

"Yes, captain?" the alien's voice sounded and a mechanical arm waved over the throng of men.

"You go with team one and will attempt to restore power."

"Ronald!" Da'nab saluted comically and uttered a string of farts his translator could not understand when a man standing beside him whacked his robotic harness with a welder.

"It's Roger, dumbass!"

"Encyclopaedic entry: Dumas – French novelist and dramatist from planet Earth. This one is Da'nab, not Dumas."

"Ugh, whatever!"

Fatima grinned hearing the exchange. Mistakes that Da'nab's translator was constantly making were an endless source of jokes aboard the Kraken. Buying him a series of lexicons and grammar books hadn't helped to solve the problem and the green alien protested vehemently when offered a software upgrade.

"I want three men to join me. We will take four oxygen tanks to the survivors," he said and immediately three men filtered out from the crowd, carefully lugging huge, cylindrical air containers. Fatima took one and positioned it carefully to his right. In the zero-gravity conditions they weighed next to nothing but manoeuvring them was a chore. 

"Alright, you have your orders. Go to it! And keep open channel, I want to be informed on all progress or hindrances. Move out!" Fatima ordered and started moving towards the side entrance to the landing pad. Electromagnets in the boots of their suits made walking on metallic surface possible.

The dead base, however, wasn't going to allow them entrance so easily as with the power outage all doors had been sealed shut. No amount of tampering with the locking mechanism could help and after a moment Fatima was ready to give up. There was a valve to open the door manually but it was inside, on the other side. They could do nothing from the outside apart from blowing the door open or cutting it with a welder but that would have taken far too long.




The Price of Infamy Pt. 02



"What's that up there?" Kyla asked, pointing to a grate some three feet above the door.

"Ventilation shaft used for the chamber depressurisation," one of the accompanying men answered. "It is usually open because this door is used as entrance to limit inbound movement through the main gates."

"Great," Fatima said, looking up. "You're going up, Banana. There will be a valve inside, turn it and let us in."

"But I have no idea how to proceed once inside!" Kyla protested.

"You'll make me proud, I'm sure," Fatima grinned in response and flicked a switch on her belt console, turning the electromagnets off. A slight movements of her arms made her drift slowly up.

"Hey! Stop it!" she cried but he was already holding her strongly and slowly lifting her body towards the grate. 

*

Blast him! Kyla wanted to send a swift kick to Fatima's head as he pushed her up. Instead she grit her teeth and grabbed the grate, grunting as she forced it open. "Nice job, banana. Now get that cute ass inside and let us in."

"Bite me!" She huffed back, moving forward to poke her head inside.

"Maybe later, if you're a good girl." He promised, with a sensual chuckle.

"You're such a pig, Fatima." She muttered back, amusing him further. Oh how she wanted to pull his hair out and wipe the sexy smile off his face. He was so frustrating! 

Trying to shut out his voice, Kyla wiggled her body in, ignoring his low whistle of appreciation as she bent, shimmied and finally found herself in the small confines of the ventilation chamber. If it hadn't been for her suit and helmet, things would be a lot easier, but unfortunately both were needed. Straining a moment, she finally flick the power switch to the lights on her helmet, shedding a little light to her situation. "How's it looking up there, 'nana?"

Oh, the nicknames were getting more annoying by the minute! "Like a ventilation chamber, thanx for asking." She bit back sarcastically.

Fatima sighed on the other end and she smiled at that. Crawling on her belly, Kyla made steady way until she could peer down another grate. Below there was no sign of life and as luck would have it, she looked to be right above the door that needed opening. "We might be in luck, cap." She informed him, her voice straining as she tried to work the grate open. "Oh for god sakes!" She complained, shifting further up and leaning her weight into the grate. "Of all the idiotic things you have me to do...!" Her words cut off abruptly as the grate suddenly gave way with half the ventilation shaft, sending her crashing to the ground. 

Kyla let out a surprised yelp, then cry as she hit the floor hard, bashing her head and stunning the breath out of herself. "Kyla?!" Fatima's voice crackled inside her helmet.

She groaned and rolled onto her back on the split shaft, looking up at the ceiling. "Yeah...just dandy." She breathed, clutching her middle and trying to clear the starts that floated about her eyes. 

After a minute, Kyla crawled to her knees before standing and located the manual gear that slowly began to open the doors to the crews base. 

*

The airlock opened slowly. As the crack was widening, Fatima and his companions turned on the helmet lights, causing long beams of yellowish light to dance about. When the opening was wide enough to look inside, the captain cast an inspecting glance but apart from Kyla's leg and a grate on the floor there was nothing out of the ordinary. At least so it seemed to him because he couldn't remember ever passing through this gate. Most of his time spent with the pirates was onboard The Sneezing Kraken as he left the base management to some of his father's trusted men. Captaining a ship was troublesome enough without having to remember and take care about so many things associated with managing a pirate stronghold.

"Good job, greenhorn," Fatima said with a grin as he slipped inside when the airlock was fully open but Kyla only rolled her eyes and stepped away, making way for the men and the oxygen tanks they carried. As one of the pirates was opening the inner door, Fatima closed the outer. He said, "Have your guns at the ready now, we have no idea who could be lurking there. The main priority is to protect the oxygen tanks. We will probably reach the survivors before the power is restored and their life support cannot serve so many. The air we are carrying can save many lives so make sure that in case of a firefight none of the tanks gets damaged." Everyone nodded as they checked their weapons and they moved off deeper into the base.

Their progress was slow because most of the time the corridors were narrow and manoeuvring the bulky air containers was troublesome. The lack of proper lighting wasn't helping them either so the march was snail-paced. Communication with other teams was rare and without major discoveries. There was proof of marauders, however, but they seemed to have fled once Fatima's men started going deeper. There had been no opposition so far and the captain was aware that should there be any it would be weak and disorganised, unless they were trying to pillage something worth the effort and several deaths. Fatima flexed the fingers of his right hand and touched the butt of his gun, making sure it was in place.

"Oh captain, my captain, what do you think is that?" Kyla stopped and looked up, pointing to something near the ceiling with the beam of her helmet torch. The thing she indicated was a yellow splotch against the grey of the corridor's ceiling.

"Hell if I know. Let me check." Disengaging the magnets in his boots, Fatima deftly jumped and spun in the air, touching the ceiling with his feet and turning the magnets back on. Walking upside down he approached the bright spot and crouched. "Looks like some dried liquid," he muttered after touching it carefully. "Could be oil, could be blood," he said but without a special analyser could do nothing else. He looked up towards the floor Kyla and his men were standing on but saw no signs of fight or similar splotches. "Let's move but carefully."

"This place is giving me the creeps," one of the men muttered and looked around, peeking down the dark corridor. "It feels like something's luring out there only waiting to jump on your face and squish your head."

"Stop it," another man scolded him. "We're all feeling uncertain. There's something eerie about dead bases, is all. Don't let your imagination get the better of you." 

*

Kyla was feeling a little spooked herself. Things just weren't adding up and didn't seem right at all. She hoped the splotch Fatima had just tried to examine wasn't blood or any other sort of bodily fluids. She wasn't in the mood to encounter a bunch of trouble. Still...this was adding a level of excitement she had been missing since going undercover. 

Taking a deep breath, Kyla tried to drown out the men's concerns and concentrated on their surroundings. With Fatima back on the ground and blocking her back, they forged on, shuffling awkwardly down the narrow halls until they reached the main entrance bay. The place was deserted with only two more entrances leading further into the compound. 

"Form two teams...Danny...you'll be in charge of two and myself one one..." As if sensing her objections, he raised a hand to silence her before she began. "You will be with me. Now...defenses up and lets see who's left in this heap and flush out unwanted trash."

The men grunted in agreement, Danny and Kyla exchanging looks of looks of unease. Finally she smiled, mouthed 'be careful'. He repeated her words back and gave her a reassuring wink, flashing her his famous cocky smile, only this time it made her stomach clench with fear. The last time he had done that, he hadn't returned.

Turning away, Kyla fell into line as they began to work their way through the doorway to the rest of the compound, weapons drawn and all eyes peeled for signs of life. Kyla's gaze left no spot undetected, her gaze constantly returning up. "Feel like you're being watched?" She murmured to Fatima.

"Mmmm..." He mumbled back, glancing down momentarily as she shifted the grip on her weapon. 

Scraps of clothing began to litter the hall as they entered the next room, men bumping into one another as they came to a halt. "What's the hold up?" She questioned, sandwiched between Fatima and one of his crew.

One of the leading men let out a shout and curse before blasts were set off and another screamed. Kyla bumped back into Fatima, gave the man in front of her a shove. "Move!" It was either forward or back and the solid brick wall behind her wasn't giving her much of an option. 

*

The man in front fell to the floor, his head bouncing off the steel underfoot and broadcasting a dull thud over the comm channel. Fatima hoped his faceplate wasn't broken or cracked as it would mean either death or incapacitation. As it turned out, the captain saved his life a stream of energy crackled through the space where his head had been almost blowing Fatima's head off in the process. "Cover me!" he shouted and Kyla opened fire, shooting blindly into the next corridor as he was moving the air tanks out of the harm's way. Once done, he joined the girl and ducked behind a desk, checking up on his crewmember. "Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, just dizzy. I'll be fine," the man said and got up to all fours.

More shots went overhead and after a moment their number doubled as if the unseen assailant was joined by someone else. Fatima glanced around and judged the room to be one of the weapon storerooms but the gun racks were all empty. "Shit!" he swore. "They're trying to take over the base!"

"Who?" Kyla asked, popping another battery into her gun and shooting into the dark corridor without looking. For a moment the opposing fire ceased.

"I don't know who! But they cleaned this room of all weapons so I'm judging there are at least a hundred blokes in there intent upon blowing anyone who gets in their way! Danny, do you read me?" Fatima spoke into the communicator.

"Loud and... captain," came a response filled with static.

"We're pinned by gunfire here. Can you circle and take them from behind?"

"No can do... We're in a mess... Seems they... all corridors... inside."

"Well crap! Why does everything always have to go wrong?! I wish I had a grenade... or ten."

"Something like this?" Kyla asked, rolling several small cylinders in his direction.

"Where did you find them?"

"In there," she pointed proudly to a cabinet located under the desk. Seems they missed this spot.

"Great. Get ready to shoot, Banana."

"Where are you going, captain?" the other man asked. He was holding a gun too and preparing to open fire.

"I'll approach the door and toss some of these babies down that passage. As soon as they explode take advantage of the flash and kill the bastards. Now cover me. Ready?" Kyla and the man nodded. "Ok, 1... 2... 3...!" Fatima jumped to the side and rolled, several laser shots scorching the floor where his body had been just a second ago. Without looking back he crawled towards the opposite wall and primed three grenades. Kyla and her partner stopped shooting, giving him an opening to throw and he tossed the cylinders into the darkness, immediately ducking as shots sped by. 

*

The blasts were loud and bright. Shouts and chaos broke out, enabling Kyla and the man beside her to peak up and open fire. It was a rather dangerous gamble as most of them were blind shots and stumbling shadows. Fatima plastered himself against a wall, his own weapon drawn and firing.

Moments later, she saw Fatima wave a hand their way and cease fire. The two stopped their attack and ducked back down, crouching low. "Is it clear?" The man beside her asked, his voice gruff and breathless.

"Don't know, but we can't just keep firing." Fatima returned.

"The hell we can't." Kyla grumbled, earning her a grin from the captain who shook his head slightly.

The smoke hung in the air for what seemed like ages, until finally it began to dissipate. Bodies lay here and there, but clearly they weren't all the enemies that had been firing. "Looks like they got away."

"Let them run." Kyla said, standing. "You guys can go on ahead, but I'm going to find Danny."

Fatima stood, scowling slightly. "No, you are not."

"Yes, I am. You can play captain all you would like, but I will not loose my brother again!"

Fatima strode up to her, bending down to but his helmet up against hers and grabbing a hold of her hips to still her movements. "You will NOT leave, Kyla. Is this understood? Your brother can fend for himself."

"Get your hands off me." She bit out, trying to pull away, but his fingers dug deep into her suit.

They struggled a moment, Kyla pushing up against his chest and trying in vain to hit some disabling spots, but between the suit and his stance, she had no chance.

When their struggles finally ceased, Fatima was surprised to see tears shimmering in her now very green eyes. His features softened as he spoke to her, his voice firm. "I promise you, Danny will be fine. He has survived worse. Now...are you with us?"

Kyla blinked back the tears, too stubborn to let him see her cry. "Since you so insist..." 

*

"Yes, I do insist," Fatima said. "You saw the resistance they offered yourself. If you'd gone to join Danny it would seriously cripple our team's strength and there are people waiting for us deeper inside the base. Weaker we could be overwhelmed before we got there thus reducing the chances of survival of those inside. Don't think I'm unsympathetic. I know your brother and his guys can fend for themselves, contrary to those locked in the base. They could already be dead but I am going to try anything to save them."

"Captain, I'd rather you didn't jinx our chances like this," the crewmember said with a sour expression but Fatima paid no attention.

"I want you to appreciate my predicament, Kyla. Don't think me heartless," he said with an edge in his voice and after a second of hesitation she shrugged and nodded. "Good, let's press on then."

Together they retrieved the air tanks from the corridor and carefully manoeuvred them across the room and into the next passage. The beams of their torches quickly revealed the destruction the firefight had caused. The walls were charred where the lasers hit them. What rubble the enemies had used as cover was now either in unrecognisable scraps and lumps or huge melted chunks. Burned and mutilated bodies lay scattered on the floor and Fatima ordered a stop to inspect them. Their uniforms and jumpsuits were unknown to him but with the damage he was unable to recognise the race they had belonged to and its affiliation.

Fatima switched the communicator on. "Team one, what's your status?"

"We're making steady progress, sir. I estimate we'll be there in ten."

"Have you encountered any resistance?" he asked.

"That's a negative, captain."

"Be no your guard then. There's someone here who doesn't want us from succeeding I think."

"Very well, sir!"

"Danny, report," Fatima barked, feeling strange uneasiness crawl up his spine.

"We made it through unscathed even though they had us outgunned." Came a quick response. "Is my sister alright, captain?" Danny asked with apprehension.

"She's fine. Tell me, did you recognise the attackers?"

"No, sir," there was a palpable relief in the young man's voice. "They are definitely aliens but I've never seen their like and they didn't seem like locals."

"I see. Carry on. Let's go, Banana."

They marched in dark silence for several minutes and passed evidence of a struggle with bodies and body parts littering corridors and rooms. It seemed like a revolt had taken place with the angry mob of attackers killing everyone and destroying everything as they pursued the inhabitants of the pirate base.

"This is the Kraken," the communicator warbled. "Captain, do you read?"

"Go on," Fatima replied, feeling something squeeze his heart.

"The survivors, captain. They're winking out!"

"What do you mean winking out?!" he cried without realising it. They were almost there.

"I don't know. It's like they're dying one by one."

"Kraken, turn active scanners on and check the whole area. Report when you're done!"

"Aye aye, sir!"

"What's wrong, captain?" the crewmember said, noticing the concern on Fatima's face.

"I have a bad feeling about this... Let's hurry up!" 

*

Kyla wasn't liking this one bit. She was used to flying and fighting with weapons, but this was a little too strange. The body parts, the tattered clothing, the smears of blood or something suddenly becoming more evident on the walls, floors and all about. She felt a shiver race down her spine, making her stiffen and grit her teeth. This was nasty business. Who were these aliens!? 

At Fatima's words, the teams hustled, weapons drawn and hearts racing. Even Fatima seemed to look a little peaked...his face taut with worry. Kyla was happy to know that the man didn't JUST think about sex.

The threesome moved quickly, Kyla stuck once more between the men, but holding her own as they burst forth into the bases main quarters. 

"Holy shit..." the man before her breathed, stumbling to a halt as they met up with their opponents. Kyla moved around him and audibly gasped at the site before them. Bodies littered the area in masses. Some blasted to death and others ripped to shreds, their limbs torn off and faces unrecognizable. Only a deep throaty voice of sorts snapped her eyes away from the brutality up to the attackers. 

"My god..." They were big, hulking figures...the bodies clad in strange suits that resembled body armor, but their exposed parts were scaly like a reptiles. Out of the dozen or so that stood there, one of them held the last remaining body in its large, clawed hands, it's head snapping back as he tore out the dead mans neck and then threw him aside as if he were but a mere rag doll. 

"This isn't good." She heard the crew member mumbled as she raised the hand clutching her weapon, aiming it at the one who murdered the innocent man and fired.

The first shot bounced off his chest plate, drawing a cry of outrage that sounded too animalistic to be understood. Kyla fired again, aiming higher this time and nicking the side of his almost human face. Black eyes locked on her as he sneered viciously and bared large bloodied fanged teeth. 

"Looks like someone is still thirsty." Fatima commented, pulling Kyla back before she had a chance to fire back.

The group all turned their way and slowly began to approach. The three backed up. "We're out numbered captain, I say retreat!"

Kyla had to agree with this one, but kept silent. This would be Fatima's choice. Just them she heard the Kraken hiss and pop through.

"Report!" Fatima demanded.

"All dead, captain! All crew...dead, but you...trouble under way...large movement..." The comm hissed, crackled and went dead.

"You have a plan?" She asked hopefully.

"Yeah..." he nodded, taking a step back and slipping off the extra air tanks from his back. "Run!"

Kyla and the man beside her dropped their loads and all turned, bolting out of the room. 

*

"Go on! Hurry!" Fatima urged his companions on and forced his body to fight against the constraints offered by his suit. The space suits were designed to provide as much movement freedom as possible but their designers possibly hadn't thought that the wearers could be escaping from a horde of blood-guzzling aliens. Opening the commlink he shouted, "Abandon base! I repeat, abandon base! Return to the Kraken!" It was somewhat frightening not being able to hear their pursuers and as he turned to look what was going on behind them, he saw the enemies exiting the chamber in pursuit. Then he noticed the discarded air tanks slowly drifting in the corridor and an idea struck him. "Take the next turn, we can throw them off our backs!" he panted and redoubled his effort.




The Price of Infamy Pt. 02



Obeying his order, Kyla and the man took a sharp right turn into another corridor and stopped to see what the captain was about to do. Fatima disregarded the laser bolts passing him and stood in the middle of the corridor, aiming carefully in the direction they had come from. "Stupid macho!" Kyla muttered, obviously criticising his bravado. She had no idea that with only one good eye, Fatima's dimensional perception was screwed so he couldn't shoot from around the corner. He pulled the trigger three times rapidly and jumped for cover. The next moment, shards of metal and icicles of frozen oxygen shot through the corridor. He didn't want to think what happened to the attackers who were in the middle of it when the tanks exploded. If the shockwave hadn't broken every bone in their bodies then the rapidly expanding and freezing gas chunks must have pierced their bodies, killing most and severely wounding the rest.

"Let's move," he said, getting up. "We'll join Danny on our way. See if we can help anyone leave this coffin," Fatima added bitterly. Ever since he could remember, the base was more of a home to him than the Eridanian Royal Palace he had been born in. And after his father's death, when The Sneezing Kraken became his, he felt that his life as a royalty was done with. He was a pirate now and only Old Maison insisted on reminding him of his status and heritage.

The comm crackled and erupted with a cacophony of cries and blaring alarms; Fatima could almost see the red lights blinking in his head. "Captain! Come in, captain!" the first mate's voice was barely audible over the noise and static.

"What is it? We're coming back!" Fatima answered.

"Captain... under attack... en ship in the... shadow... couldn't detect h..."

"Depart, Kraken, escape! We cannot afford to lose you!" he shouted frantically while running, fear and panic rising in him more and more.

"...n't read you... evacuate!... try to buy you... ime..." the communication ended with an explosion that sent even more static into the channel, forcing him to shut it off. Without realising it, he had stopped, his left hand pressed to the helmet where the communicator was. As he raised his head, he saw the questioning looks on his companions' faces.

"The Kraken..." he rasped.

"We don't have time for this!" Kyla snapped irritably and stomped her foot. "Let's go!"

Reluctantly his legs moved and soon they were once again running to the exit. 

*

Kyla's legs burned by the time they hit the front of the base, almost colliding with the other half of the crew. Bodies pushed and shuffled, squeezing past each other and finally bursting through the front and into the open. Panting, Kyla looked over at Danny who was bent at the hip, his hands braced on his knees as he tried to catch a decent breath.

"God damn, those bastards..." he huffed. 

A couple of shouts from the others made her look up. A large alien ship hovered over the base. Fatima in particular looked stunned as the blasts of enemy fire countered the Kraken'sattempts to buy more time to escape. 

"No!" She heard him rasp out, his voice gruff and holding a hint of panic. "Abort! Damn it!" The sheer mass of the alien's ship doubled that of the Kraken. Fatima slapped his helmet, trying to get the comm to work. "Do you read!? This is a direct order from the captain. ABORT!!!"

Another round of fire lit up space, sending sparks and one large explosion to the side of the Kraken. Kyla moved them, pushing the other's toward the shuttle. "Go...get out of here!"

Danny gave her a brisk salute and again her stomach sank. She wanted to curse Fatima for this, but knew it would serve no purpose. Waving him on, she grabbed Fatima by the arm and tugged with all she had. He stumbled and looked down at her. "Lets go Captain. I don't want to face any more of those rabid carnivores!"

Finally reality began to register in his eye as he blinked away the shock and moved. Together they ran to the one man pod, sliding their bodies inside. "Buckle up!" She ordered, sealing the pod and powering up the engine. "Time to fly!" 

*

With Kyla taking their pod through the pre-flight procedure, Fatima switched one of the monitors to display the battle overhead and winced, realising that his ship was losing the fight. The Sneezing Kraken was a light cruiser so she had more manoeuvrability than firepower, even with her impressive array of hi-tec weaponry. The alien ship, on the other hand, was a huge, hulking destroyer, slow and bulky but powerful and resistant, its port laser batteries mercilessly showering the Kraken's remaining shields with fire. Fatima opened a comm channel, "Meet on Zin, in the city of Rralara within a week. Those who don't make it will be left behind." A wave of confirmations and acknowledgments followed so he switched the communicator off and cringed, seeing another line of explosions along his ship's sleek lines.

"What about the Kraken?" Kyla said as she slowly eased the pod off the landing pad and accelerated, making a dive along the base's wall, taking them away from the enemy firing range.

"They have their own procedures. If they make it one piece they will retreat to Epsilon Pegasi for repairs and wait for everyone to reach her there," Fatima answered, feeling more and more weary. He released the seals of his helmet and took it off.

"But that's two systems away!" Kyla protested. "How are we supposed to get there in this ramshackle bucket of bolts?!"

"That's why I said to meet on Zin. We'll be taking an intergalactic shuttle from there."

"Why Zin? It's a smuggling den. Finding a pilot willing to transport you so far will cost a fortune!"

"I have my ways, Banana."

"Oh, don't call me that!" she grumbled and elbowed him in the chest.

"Stop wiggling or we'll have two disasters on hand."

"Eh? Why two?" She asked, springing the trap.

"One, you'll crash us into one of those asteroids and we'll be dancing void waltz till the end of time. Two, your cute little ass is dangerously close to my strategic parts. If you think you can give me a boner and get away with it then you're in for a surprise," Fatima chuckled and embraced Kyla from behind, pulling her to rest against him.

"Let go, you pig!" she squirmed, trying hard to keep them on steady course.

"Oh come on, don't be like... Holy crap!" he exclaimed suddenly, seeing the Kraken blink out in white lines.

"What? What?" Kyla inquired, suddenly forgetting his arms holding her and trying to see what was on the monitor.

"When I find out which bastard made the jump in the asteroid field I'll have his guts! At least they're safe," he breathed a sigh of relief.

"They whooped your ass hard, didn't they?"

"Yeah, I'm wondering about one thing, though."

"Oh, do tell," Kyla said sarcastically.

"Why the weapon platforms didn't fire upon the enemy? If they were sabotaged they should have attacked us and yet they remained silent. It's strange."

"You and your problems..."

"Well then," Fatima started and his hand sneaked to Kyla's shoulder to pull on the zipper of her suit, "now that we are away from danger how about we get to know each other a little better, hmm?" 

*

Kyla hissed and slapped at Fatima's attempt to undo her zipper, making him laugh. "Pay attention to the flight, Banana. Would want to crash, now would we?"

"If you don't let go, I'll send us flying into an asteroid on purpose!" She swore, trying to wiggle away and keep the ship on course as well. 

Fatima didn't believe her, knowing full well the girl had balls, but they weren't brassy enough to do something that stupid. "What's the harm in a little play, hmmm? Release a little stress."

Kyla pulled away, jerking her shoulders as his fingers snapped the safety tabs of her helmet and pulled it off. Green, silky hair spilled out down her back and over her shoulders and instantly his hands were in it with a pleased sigh. With surprising gentleness, he ran the strands through his fingers, enjoying the texture and marveling at the odd color her had created earlier. Kyla felt her scalp tingle and muscles suddenly relax. She remembered days when Danny used to do that to her and send her to sleep after rough days of training. Only she hated him for making her feel this way. Gritting her teeth, she fought the sudden need to lean back and enjoy the feel of each strand being sifted through and her scalp gently massaged. 

Tips of his fingers brushed along the backs of her ears and down her neck, drawing an involuntary shiver down her spine. She gasped and he chuckled deeply, leaning up and pushing her hair to the side to plant a kiss against her bare skin. She gasped and jerked away as if burned, sending another swift elbow back into his middle. 

He let out a grunt and coughed. "Kinky...but not quite the roughness I enjoy...why so hostile?"

"I don't want you to touching me! Zip my suit back up properly too!" She grit out angrily. 

"Why? You were purring just a second ago...maybe little Kyla isn't so immune to the big bad pirate, hmmm?" He teased, his voice husky and smooth, prepared to receive another blow this time as he reached for her zipper, but instead of pulling it up, he pulled it further down, baring smooth arm skin.

"FATIMA!" She yelled, only to be hushed, his body shifting against hers as his fingers trailed over her bare skin. "OH! You arrogant jerk! I swear, if you don't stop, I'm going to...what are you...are you listening to me...you...Fatima...stop!" Her last words squeaked out as his lips brushed up against her neck and trailed to her bare shoulder, inhaling her sent and moaning softly in appreciation. The sound and his touch were surprisingly nice...making her stomach dip and quiver as his one arm snuck around and pulled her closer. She wiggled, trying to get away, but he wasn't letting go. Instead his warm mouth and tongue trailed wet kisses down her bare arm and back up again.

Torn between rage and something entirely new to her, Kyla tried pulling away, even as her body responded to his kisses and strength, she wasn't about to let go and loose control like the easy little bird brained women he was so fond of. 

*

"You know, once you get used to the colour, green skin can be sexy too," Fatima muttered behind Kyla, his breath tickling the short hairs on the back of her neck, making her squirm. He slowly kissed his way towards her left shoulder, his fingers lightly following the trail his lips were leaving and sneaking under her suit, trying to pull it lower. His left hand pulled the zipper even lower and sneaked under the tight fabric, touching the sensitive skin of her side and belly. She jerked and shivered when he tickled her lightly.

"Stop it! You're distracting me!" Kyla breathed, her voice a mixture of annoyance and surprise. Fatima wouldn't listen though and continued his ministrations to her neck while his hands encircled her, opening the halves of the suit further and freeing her breasts from the tight confines. Slowly his fingers inched upwards. She was protesting and squirming but with each passing moment her protests were becoming weaker.

Kyla's close presence, her warmth and scent and defiant nature had their effect on him as well and he was starting to feel a very uncomfortable erection. He moved his hips trying to accommodate for the small amount of space down there in hope of relieving some of the pressure when he felt warm fingers squeezing his thigh, sending a jolt of sudden pleasure through his body. She's getting into it, he thought and smiled to himself, nibbling on the skin at the base of Kyla's neck.

"Say, Banana, shouldn't you be keeping both your hands on the controls?" he mumbled, licking his way up her neck when the hand on his leg moved up. "Not that I mind, you know..."

"What are you talking about?!" Kyla asked, trying to turn her head to look at him. Suddenly they were face to face, less than an inch separating their noses. Her breath tickled his cheek. Looking past her, now green too, eyes he noticed that she was indeed keeping both her hands on the console.

"You sure you haven't grown another arm while I wasn't looking?" he whispered, still feeling the pulsating squeeze on his thigh.

Kyla blinked at him and turned back to the monitors slowly. "You're crazy," she said.

"If I'm crazy then who the hell is squeezing my leg right now?" Fatima said, suddenly realising that something was wrong. The fingers of the hand touching him were exceptionally long and soft.

"Oh damn!" Kyla suddenly cried when she looked down at his thigh, forgetting she was on the verge of being half-naked. "What is this?!"

"What?" he questioned and tried looking over her shoulder but she suddenly started moving left as if trying to keep away from his right leg. The small cockpit allowed little movement so for a second they fought to find a good position and when he was finally able to look he was made speechless.

On his thigh nestled a small, octopus-like creature that wrapped its long, fluffy tentacles around his leg. It was covered in long, violet fur and was watching him and Kyla with big, white, completely unblinking eyes. "What the hell..." Fatima started but at the same time the creature decided to act. It detached itself from his leg and lunged at Kyla's face with a shrill KREEE.

"Eeek!" she cried and shielded her face with her hands, making the craft sway to the left suddenly.

"Steady, Bana...!" Fatima started but then Kyla jerked and smashed the back of her head against his face. The next moment red lights exploded and he wasn't sure whether some alarm turned on or it was just his vision blurring after the impact.

Kyla was screaming and flailing around fighting with the violet invader so he blindly reached past her and grabbed the controls, steadying their flight. 

*

First rule taught: Never trust any fuzzy cute creatures in space. The strange violet fur ball was a vicious little devil. The poisonous sting of it's tentacles on her bare skin made her scream and thrash as it wrapped itself around her arm, trying to get access to her face.

"Get off! Get off!!!" She screeched in rage and fear, undeterred by the head butt she administered to Fatima as she frantically worked to get the creature off of her.

Behind her, Fatima was trying to reach the controls as the craft tilted dangerously, moving off course. Frustrated, she flailled, jacking her arm out and away from her face to bash the furry octopus-like creature into the cockpit window. "Get the fuck off!!!" She yelled, panting as the thing squeaked and gurgled, tightening it's hold and staring at her before it's face suddenly split open, revealing razor sharp teeth.

"NO! NO NO NO!" Adrenaline sent her into another frenzy. Forgetting about Fatima's attempt at flying, she flung her arm back down, knocking the captain's hands away and shoving him back to squeeze a booted foot up. Pinned back by her body weight, all he could do was pull his own leg up as she tried to scrap the alien off her arm like a barnacle. It whine and made strange little high pitched sounds as Kyla whimpered and gasped in pain. Grabbing her by the hips, he pulled her up onto his lap fully and leaned them both forward, using his own foot to help her. Several tentacles ripped away, oozing a white goo everywhere before the stubborn parasite gave way only to be stomped to death by Kyla's boots.

Trembling and breathless, she slumped back against Fatima's chest, her arm on fire and bleeding. Fatima was trying to grab a hold of the controls again as he fished for something to stop the bleeding, but both his actions were too slow as he attention focused away from the scene before him. Kyla cursed and turned into him, flinging him back against the seat and shielding him with her body.

The first hit to the ship jerked them hard, knocking the breaths out of both passengers before the second sent them into a dizzying out of control spin. 

*

"Whoaaaa shiiiiiit!" Fatima gasped as the ship started suddenly spinning out of control. Alarms were ringing left and right, informing them that subsequent systems were malfunctioning and switching off. Fumbling for a first-aid kit he hoped that at least the life-support wouldn't die on them. "Hang in there," he hissed partially to the ship and partially to Kyla who was now limply lying against him, cradling her mutilated arm to her body. Only now did he taste blood and reactively his fingers reached to his face to find a split lip and his nose broken. In the mayhem that had played he barely had time to register his own injury.

Fatima breathed a relieved sigh when his fingers reached the first-aid box under the pilot's seat and for a moment he fought to keep it from sliding away in the carousel of the spinning pod. It move into his hand, pinning it to a gun compartment and painfully crushing his fingers in the process but he managed to retain his grip on the box and lifted it to put it on his leg. "Still with me, Banana? Shut up already!" he cried and kicked at the console in front. The alarms stopped but the cockpit lights also died leaving only the controls' lights and the stars outside to light the small interior. Surprisingly the flight evened out as well but the constant throbbing of engines started slowing down. Soon they would be adrift without the means to manoeuvre the ship.

Kyla whined and turned a little. Even green as she was there was a paleness to her features now and Fatima was afraid she could be in shock. He move her so she was sitting sideways in his lap. "This will sting a little," he mumbled as he fished a dermospray canister from the box and applied the film of healing balm directly to her wound. She groaned, hissed and then cursed, writhing in his embrace. A sickly smell of burned flesh filled the cockpit as the most seriously damaged tissues were consumed by the chemical. "Right," Fatima muttered, licking blood from his lips and taking out a thin, silvery syringe. "I hope you aren't allergic to nanos," he said and stuck the needle in the middle of the mutilated flesh and injecting half the contents of the syringe into Kyla's arm. She was still for a second and then her body went rigid and bent backwards, her hands clutching his forearm tightly, nails burying into his skin. A long gurgle escaped from her mouth and then she was limp again, unconscious from the terrible pain of reconstructing flesh. Carefully he pulled a protective sleeve around the healing area and tightened it.

"Right then," Fatima said and gritting his teeth he felt his swelling nose. It hurt like hell and tears swirled in his eyes when he straightened it unprofessionally. Sticking the nano-needle into his upper lip just below his nose he prayed for enough time to take it out before the convulsions start. Pain erupted in his face and with the last effort of will he threw the syringe to the floor, contracting all his muscles to remain in place.

He had no idea how much time had passed before he was able to think straight again. His whole face throbbed numbly and felt nausea approaching but gulping saliva a few times calmed his stomach down a little. Kyla was still unconscious or asleep so he decided to try to regain some control of their craft with the limited reach that he had and soon found that the ship had suffered serious damage from that crash. They were doomed to drift until they reached the gravity well of some heavenly body. He hoped it wouldn't be a star. 

Kyla wasn't sure how much time had passed, only that her body felt on fire. Groaning, her eyes fluttered open, staring up into the brilliant green eye of Fatima. "Welcome back." He murmured, one of his hands gently caressing the new skin of her bare arm. It was surprisingly soothing, but also unnerving as the front of her suit still gaped open, giving him an eye full of her full, firm breasts.




The Price of Infamy Pt. 03



Been a long long while...but I hope to be back into the swing of things. - EklectikChik

*****

Typical, Fatima thought to himself. Go to sleep and let the man worry about everything.

Their pod was still dead and there was no hope of its reactivating by itself. Fatima couldn't run a diagnostic program either with the main console non-operational. The thought to open the hatch and check the hull damage occurred to him but it would be risky to strain the life-support system like that. He had no idea whether it was working correctly or just dying on them slowly as well.

Watching the stars outside wasn't very entertaining and Kyla's regular breathing and soft snores were slowly lulling him to sleep too but he decided to remain awake for as long as possible should something happen. Fatima tried recalling the sector map in his head. The asteroid field was near a gas giant with a dozen moons; several of them had been colonised so they could obviously sustain oxygen-breathing creatures but he couldn't remember the order of the moons and how many were inhabitable. And besides, knowing his luck, they would probably crash on a rocky one with no hope of survival even if the crash-landing equipment kicked in. Moreover, after the meeting with the asteroids they were flying backwards so they had no way of knowing where they were drifting and what was in their path.

Once again he reflected on his pathetic situation. There he was: probably on his way to die, with a cute girl in his lap who wouldn't even hear of him getting into her panties... he didn't even want to think that he was probably having the biggest blue balls in the galaxy. He cringed, realising that he would probably never know what an affluent, manly cumshot inside a tight, willing pussy feels like. Of all men in the galaxy the Gypsy curse had to fall on his head, his smaller head. Fatima felt like crying.

Kyla mumbled something in her sleep again and wiggled in his embrace, changing her position and rubbing her cheek against his shoulder. The image of her firm, green breasts appeared in his mind again and he sighed sorrowfully. He wanted to explore her body with his hands and lips, get to know it by heart and make her moan with pleasure at the slightest touch. But of all the women he could have been stranded with it had to be the one that resisted him with ease. Looking down he let his eyes skim her sleeping face, lingering a little on her slightly parted lips. He wanted to taste those lips before the inevitable death so he leaned in a little, making sure not to move his body too much. Just before the kiss, however, Kyla threw her head, slamming her forehead against his cheekbone.

"Ow!" Fatima yelped in surprise and Kyla's eyes fluttered open immediately. She eyed his with suspicion.

"Fatima, what were you just trying to do?" she growled.

*

Kyla watched Fatima rub his head with a groan. "Nothing...apparently I'm a gluten for pain." 

She let out a little snort and rolled her eyes. "Maybe if you'd quit trying to take advantage of me while we're stuck in this death trap, you wouldn't get hurt."

An irritated scowl passed over his face much like the one she had seen before. "Maybe if you would quit being such a prude, we wouldn't be having this problem!" He bit out and regretted it the minute the words passed through his lips.

Even her green skin couldn't hide how her skin paled followed by her eyes darkening. Sitting up straight, she twisted in his lap and shoved a finger into his sternum. "Just because I'm not a slut, doesn't mean I'm a prude!"

"Could have fooled me...you act as though you're too good to be touched."

She gasped and reared back, only instead opening up her hand to slap him, Fatima quickly followed how she bunched up her fist in anger. Instinct made him shove her back. With a yelp of surprise she tumbled, hitting the console with her shoulders and neck and bashing the back of her head into the window. Stars burst before her eyes, leaving her dazed and confused.

"Kyla?" Fatima's voice filtered through her senses. She groaned in response and blinked.

"I hate you. First you almost kill my brother and now you're trying to kill me." She grumbled, struggling to right herself.

Strong capable hands and arms pulled her forward until she sat back up on his lap, her head still cloudy. "God, I have a headache now. Thanks a lot...men. I swear." 

"I was only defending myself." He grouched back, relieved that she didn't gain any damage from her tumble.

Too achy to fight anymore, Kyla settled back down, turning her back to him and leaning into his body. "Whatever. I don't want to talk about it."

Silence fell between them for a while, their breaths evenly synchronized and strangely soothing. Her eyelids felt heavy and sleep began to tingle through her veins again when Fatima opened his mouth and ruined it all again.

"You know, there is an easy way to prove you're not a prude." He told her.

Kyla sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of her nose. "You don't ever give up do you? Fine! What is it?"

"Kiss me."

"You're crazy!" She huffed, "I'm not falling for that one."

"Come on, Banana. Just one kiss to prove you're not a prude or too high and mighty. One little one, no tongue...just a friendly kiss between...uh...friends."

She bit back a retort for that statement and mentally slapped herself for even wanting to prove him wrong. Butterflies made her stomach flutter uneasily. "Just one little kiss? Nothing else?"

"Exactly."

"Will this shut you up until death do us part?" She asked him, her eyes borring into his as she twisted around to look up at him.

He flashed her a grin and nodded, "Sure, 'nana."

Rolling her eyes once more, she turned her body back around on his lap and gazed at him for a moment. She looked nervous, determined and dangerlously enticing as the tip of her tongue snuck out to wet her lovely lips.

"No funny stuff." She ordered and finally leaned in ever so slowly toward him, her heart thudding loudly in her ears as she neared his mouth. 

*

"No funny stuff," he acknowledged in whisper, his lips almost touching Kyla's. Of course he crossed his fingers behind her back where he was holding her realising that another chance to make his move could not come in their situation. Slowly he pressed his lips to hers, closing his eye and pulling Kyla closer to his chest, her body small in his powerful embrace. Fatima purred in his throat when she returned his kiss slightly and clutched his jumpsuit in her fingers.

He reclined back, forcing Kyla to rest against his chest and he let his hands travel over her back and sides, feeling her young, sexy body. Fatima's fingers tickled the short hairs on Kyla's neck and she squirmed in his lap. He smiled, kissing her upper lip and the lower, enjoying her cute reaction. He felt his heart thud loudly when she parted her mouth slightly and kissed him back more boldly. Growling contentedly, Fatima responded in kind, entangling his fingers in her thick, green mane, holding her head. He could feel passion rise up in him along with a rapidly growing erection and his kisses became more urgent as he slightly bit on Kyla's lips and flicked his tongue out to soothe the bitten places. But then she pressed her hands against his chest harder and pushed away, breaking the kiss and opening her eyes to look at him.

The green tinge of her skin couldn't hide the flush on her cheeks and her chest was rising in deep breaths. "See?" she said, "That should be enough proof for you." Kyla licked her lips and swallowed hard.

"Yeah, I have to give you at least that," Fatima replied, arousal making his voice thick. Her boldness certainly surprised him. "But you didn't convince me yet," he added with a devilish grin and tried kissing her again but she turned her face and the kiss landed on her cheek. "You're a good kisser, Banana," Fatima whispered and flicked his tongue out to tickle her ear.

"Hey, give it up already. I did what you wanted to keep up your part of the deal."

"Very well," he sighed, not wanting to anger her anymore. "But next time you give me a boner you better to something about it."

Kyla looked down, realised what she had been rubbing her hip against and blushed even more. "So that's... it's so hard I thought it was your gun," she whispered weakly.

"Oh, it's a gun alright..." he grinned, enjoying her embarrassment.

"Pig!" Kyla slapped his face lightly and he caught her palm and kissed the tip of each of her fingers.

"I'm sorry I called you a prude, 'nana. It was uncalled for."

"Alright already, she sighed. This situation is getting to me, too. I wish I was out of this bucket of bolts."

"It'll soon be over one way or another," she shrugged and put his hands on Kyla's waist, amazed how slim and strong she was at the same time. "We'll either crash somewhere or the air will run out. There's little chance of anyone finding this pod."

Kyla sighed, shook her head and looked at him seriously. "Why don't you look on the bright side of it?"

"Oh yeah, I know, I have a cute girl in my lap, she just gave my a hearty kiss. How about another one to reassure me I wasn't dreaming? No? I thought as much." It was his time to sigh and slouch.

"No, I meant that at least you know that the Kraken's crew is safe somewhere."

"You mean your brother, don't you?" Fatima noticed and Kyla nodded after a moment of hesitation.

"We were miraculously reunited only to be parted once again. This sucks. You pirates are the scum of the galaxy, you bring pain everywhere!" Kyla put her head on his shoulder.

"But we give some pleasure, too," he muttered. "At least I know I do," Fatima joked with a smile and tickled Kyla, making her jump.

"Pig," she said softly again. "How did Danny end up on your ship anyway?" she suddenly perked up and looked at him.

He shrugged in response. "No idea. I remember my father saying that he first blew a convoy up and then picked up the survivors and enlisted them in our service. Danny's been on this ship ever since I think. He's a skilled lad."

"Your father?" Kyla asked, her interest piqued.

"What? You're into older men?" he joked. "He's dead anyway." Fatima waved his hand, dismissing the topic when their craft suddenly shook and trembled.

"Wh-what's going on? I'm getting heavy!" Kyla cried and turned her head to a viewport to see what was going on.

"We're in a gravity well! Something's pulling us in!" Then the pod spun and a dark disc of a planet blocked the stars outside. On the border of the nightside they could seem some green and blue. It must have been one of the inhabitable moons.

"Are we going to be okay?" Kyla asked, her voice full of worry.

"As long as we don't hit the water and the breakers open up we should be alright," Fatima answered but his voice was completely lost in the sudden, deafening explosion that covered the pod in a protective ball of foam. All they could do was pray for a safe landing. He wound his arms around Kyla and held her close and hard, straining all his muscles.

*

Kyla clung to Fatima, burying her face into his chest and trying to block out the roar of the ship as it got pulled down, gaining speed as gravity tracked them down to the planet. Her mind raced through past memories and experiences. She couldn't remember one being this unsure and frightening. Things were out of control and there was nothing she could do to gain it back. 

"Hold on tight, Banana!" Fatima shouted, letting her burrow deeper into his embrace. 

Seconds passed, feeling like an eternity when the ship finally broke through the atmosphere and came crashing through a clear blue sky, their fall unbroken until they hit ground. The impact jarred their bodies, rendering them breathless.

Silence fell oddly around them and for a while both concentrated on just breathing until Kyla finally squirmed slightly in his lap. "You okay?" She whispered.

"Yeah...I think." Fatima replied, carefully relaxing his tense muscles, wiggling fingers and toes and testing what body parts he could move.

Pushing up off his chest, Kyla turned about, settling her lush little bottom against his crotch without a second thought and began messing with the control pannels. All systems were down and the emergency latch was stubbornly stuck. "Damn! If it's not one thing, it's another."

Fatima let out a wry laugh and agreed. Shoving her fingers none too gently through her hair, she huffed and eyed him. "Guess we're going to have to break out of this death shell we're stuck in. Hope your legs are strong."

"Legs?" He grinned, and shook his head. "I'd love to see you in action some more 'nana, but this is more effecient and I have no desire to die in this pod after you suck up all the air."

Pulling out his gun, Fatima pulled Kyla back shielding her face and his own before blowing a hole straight through the glass and hot marshmellow like covering of the ship.

"Nice." She grinned and let him boost her up, carefully working her way out of the ship first. Tumbling over the side, she struggled to regain her footing a moment, trying not to laugh as Fatima worked the cramps out of his muscles.

"So, great leader, I hope you know where we are and what we're to do."

*

Fatima breathed a generous lungful of air and bent his body backwards, pressing his hands to the small of his back. His backbone popped audibly several times; his neck cracked a few times when he rolled his head to the sides. Swinging his arms freely he looked around. They crashed on the edge of a hilly, densely forested region. It must have rained recently because the air was humid and even the stench of smouldering protecto-foam was unable to hide the smell of wet leaves and soil. Fatima couldn't remember the last time he had solid ground under his feet; it was always either the base or the Kraken's decks. It must have been at least a year and a half -- he had been too busy running his pirate empire to ever take a breather. Kyla stood looking at him with a raised eyebrow as he spun around, partially unzipping the suit to let his skin get some fresh air.

"I know you men like to relax and feel at home wherever you are but shouldn't we be looking for some cover? It's not always that something falls from the sky. We're bound to have attracted attention."

Fatima stopped scanning their surroundings and rubbed his chin with one hand, the other shielding his eye from the morning sunglare. He was checking out the meadow below them as he spoke. "It wouldn't hurt you to give those lovely breasts of yours some air to breathe, you know."

"Yeah right, and then you're gonna twist your ankle while we walk and you're ogling my bosom. No way!"

Paying little attention to her response, Fatima continued as his eye fixed on something in the distance, "Anyway, we should get ourselves out of those suits pronto."

"Uh-huh, I know what you're thinking but I'd rather give you as few opportunities as possible," Kyla scolded him.

"Wha-? Oh, no, you wouldn't believe it but I really wasn't talking about that."

"You're right, I don't believe you. I can see right through you, you know," she said but there was something playful in her eyes. Kyla was also glad they were out of that flying coffin.

"I bet, having two good eyes must really facilitate that," he joked but his gaze was still focused on something far away. "Let's make use of them, shall we? Come here and take a look, there's something there."

Eyeing him carefully Kyla approached Fatima and looked in the direction he indicate with his finger. She strained her eyes for a moment but couldn't see anything or was looking at the wrong spot. "I can't see anything. Where exactly?"

Sighing to himself, Fatima moved behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. Immediately she stiffened under his touch and he chuckled. "Relax, no funny stuff. Now look." He oriented her in the proper direction and pointed with his hand stretched over her shoulder. "There, between those slopes on the horizon. Is that smoke or something moving there?"

Of course Fatima wouldn't be himself if he didn't try to take advantage of the situation so as Kyla was straining her eyes to see he moved his left hand to her front and slowly started unzipping her suit inch by inch. "Something's definitely out there but I can't quite... FATIMA!" Kyla slapped his arms away and bumped him off her with her bottom, taking a step away. As she turned to him the entrance to the lovely valley between her breasts was revealed and he grinned.

"Don't tell me you're not feeling better like this," he winked at her but with his other eye covered it looked like a regular blink. "Anyway, Banana, let's get going. Maybe we can get some decent clothes there. Not that I'd mind seeing you in a grass skirt."

*

Kyla rolled her eyes, but laughed at Fatima's humor. He flashed her a grin that made her stomach quiver strangely, her eyes enjoying the strong muscles of his arms and chest as he tied the arms of his suite around his waist, leaving his upper half bare.

Totally at ease with himself, Kyla found herself a little envious. The air did feel good against her skin and if she had the guts, she would have just stripped...but no, not in front of Fatima and his hungry gaze and especially not after the kiss they had shared right before the crash.

"Think we'll make it there by nightfall?" She asked him, pulling her long green hair up and tying it into a knot at the back of her head.

"If we get moving we might."

"Point taken." She replied with a small laugh. "Lets go!"

It was odd being a follower, instead of a leader, but Kyla fought the urge to tell him differently as she tracked a few paced behind. The dense forest proved to be challenging as vines and unsteady footing greeted them on their journey to find some civilization.

Conversation was minimal as they concentrated on their footing, until finally Kyla lost herself in thought and the interesting play of muscles that danced under Fatima's sweat slicked back and arms. She was amazed at how nice it actually was to study his sleek body, letting her eyes roam down to his firm bottom clad in the same stretchy material as his upper body had been. She mentally laughed at herself...feeling silly. Was she checking him out?! Letting herself loose site of who he really was and drooling over his sexy body like he had done hers?

An amused giggle passed by her lips, making Fatima pause and turn just as she let out a surprised squeak and crashed to the ground ungracefully.

"Ow!! Blast it!!" She gasped, rolling to her side let out a whine. "I think I twisted my ankle."

Fatima let out a short laugh. "What's the matter, Banana. Were you ogling at my breasts?" He teased.

"No." She groaned, trying not to laugh at her own stupidity. "Just your ass."

*

Fatima chuckled as he dropped to a crouch next to Kyla, his face a cross between amusement and concern. "So, you find my ass charming too, eh?" he said. "Can you walk?"

"I don't know, hurts like hell," Kyla hissed and made to remove her boot but he stopped her by grabbing her hand.

"Don't. Your ankle will swell and you won't be able to put it back on. The boot will keep your foot stiff."

"How do you know that?" she looked at him with wide eyes.

"You get to know many useful things when you're a pirate king, you know," Fatima said with a sad smile. "Guess I'll have to carry you piggy back," he sighed theatrically. "The things I have to do sometimes."

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Kyla teased him but it was hard for her to hide the pain.

"It's settled then. Hop up!" Fatima said and turned his back to her.

"Are you sure it's alright? It's a long trek..." she started but her arms were already around his neck.

"It's okay, don't worry," he replied, getting up effortlessly and moving his hands back to grab her bottom and fondle it shamelessly; it was firm and delicious and he was already looking forward to the moment when he'll be able to get close and personal with it. "We'll just switch positions halfway."




The Price of Infamy Pt. 03



"Hey!" Kyla cried right in his ear. "Stop taking advantage of the situation!"

"Shush you, Banana," Fatima replied with a self-satisfied chuckle. "You were staring at my ass so let me acquaint myself with yours a little now."

He started onward at a brisk pace, trying not to sway too much and choosing even ground to walk on. He was moving at the edge of the forest so the trees would shield them from the sun but not too deep because they still needed to know which way they were going. After two hours Kyla moved on his back and sighed.

"What's up," Fatima asked, turning his head a little and stopping.

"Nothing. Don't you ever get tired? I may be small but I'm not weightless. Your heartbeat hasn't picked up one bit and your breathing is still regular. How are you doing this?"

"Lots of exercise and sex!" he joked and Kyla snorted immediately. "But seriously. The gravity here is pretty light. It was stronger on my home planet."

"Oh? And where are you from?" she perked up all of a sudden, eager to hear his story. Somewhere to the right something hammered on a tree with the speed of a machine gun.

"It doesn't matter now. I have no home anymore," Fatima mumbled and started walking again.

"Oh, come on. Drop the hard-boiled act. The least we could do is hold a civilised conversation."

"I was quite serious. I have no home because I'm an exile. My family was betrayed and me and my father had to escape from our homeworld."

"What about your mother?"

"She and my sister had been arrested and are held as hostages. But I guess they were executed after all the acts of piracy. I have had no news of their fate in many years."

"I'm sorry. Saaaaaay..." Kyla thought for a moment. "You're from Eridani, right? Right?" She drilled but Fatima said nothing. "Come on, yes or no?"

"Keep quiet," he growled suddenly and stopped once again. "We're not alone"

"How do you know?" Kyla whispered, her breath tickling his ear pleasantly.

"The forest got quiet."

***(Revising earlier ideas to post soon...)***