The Adventures of Whirlwind
Warfare in the Thirtieth
Century
Episode
2
The
Mercenary
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Chapter
12
Drhan’s
Deception
“Alda Rahan,” said
Drhan. “Just as I
promised. Now your part of the
deal. Me and my boys will be
allowed to leave in one of the shuttles.”
“Agreed,” said
Carter. He couldn’t see
Drhan, but they could communicate through the ship’s
intercom. Drhan and his men were
still in the ship’s control room.
The pirate leader had piloted the ship to Alda Rahan and placed it
in orbit around one the planet’s five
moons. The heavy door to the
control room opened and Drhan and his remaining men
appeared. It was all Carter could
do to stop himself from betraying his word and cutting down the corsair right
there. He had learned from Kamna
and Aello what had been done to Lina and Senia and he had come across the
Nalax Inquisitor. The hideous
machine was no longer on board the ship.
Carter had jettisoned it into deep space en route to their
destination.
Drhan managed a sneer as he walked past Carter
and the two women. Aello and
Kamna had their weapons at the ready.
At the touch of a trigger they could have burned him where he stood,
but he acted as if he was out for a
stroll. He looked both women
up and down as he passed.
“Sorry we couldn’t get better acquainted ladies,” he
taunted.
Aello’s finger tightened on the
trigger. It took all of her willpower
not to press it a little farther.
“You arrogant bastard,” Aello
swore. “You talk big for
a man who victimizes those who can’t fight
back. Take away your hired thugs
and you’re just a frightened little man.”
Drhan stopped and turned to look at her, his
face dark with anger. But before
he could answer Carter pressed a laser pistol to his
head. “You’ve got two
minutes to get off my ship. After
that the deal’s off, scum.”
Drhan actually paled at the touch of
Carter’s pistol to the back of his
head. Giving up his false bravado,
he quickened his pace, almost breaking into a
run. His men took their cue from
him and within seconds the lot of them were streaming
toward the shuttle bay.
“Gutless pieces of crap,” Carter shouted after them as the
pirates fled. Then he followed
in their wake to make sure that they got off the
ship.
From the control room Jeff watched as the
shuttle pulled away from the ship.
His eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“Where the hell is that drongo going?” he
asked. He called down to Carter
on the intercom.
“Drhan’s not heading for Alda Rahan; he’s moving behind
the moon.”
“I’ll be right up,” Carter
replied. “Get us ready to
get out of here.”
“Something big coming around the moon,”
Jeff said, as Carter entered the control
room.
“Damn,” Carter said, and he moved
to the controls. “We were
set up. Drhan had a second ship
waiting for him here. Probably
sent those bastards a message to expect us.”
“But we’re in the Alda Rahan
system,” protested Jeff.
“They can’t go after us
here.”
“Since when did a cutthroat like Drhan
observe interstellar protocol?
He’ll blow us apart if he gets the
chance.”
Carter’s fingers were flying over the
console. “Fuck,” he
exclaimed, using an expression that for him was somewhat out of
character. “Drhan’s
screwed up the controls. Placed
some sort of lock on them.”
“Can you fix it?” asked Kamna, who
had followed him into he control room.
“Sure,” answered Carter, “if
I’m given enough time. But
I don’t think I’ll have that luxury.”
Jeff watched the view screen as the ship that
was closing in on them slowed to pick up the shuttle carrying
Drhan. “He knows he’s
got us,” said Carter.
“He doesn’t have to hurry.”
There was a sudden jerk and the AG fluctuated
slightly. “Tractor beam,”
said Carter. “We’re
caught.”
In the med center Aello sensed the slight
change in the AG system, but did not know what to make of
it. She was looking in on Senia
and Lina and the strange redhead that had somehow found her way onto the
ship. Senia and the redhead were
sleeping, having been injected with various medications to speed their
regeneration. Lina was still
hooked up to various monitors and medical
apparatus. It would take some
time to eliminate the aphro from her
system.
The vibration of the ship’s engines told
her that something was wrong. They
should have been going into orbit, not
accelerating. Now the fluctuation
she had felt in the AG system made sense.
The ship was under attack and trying to
escape. She left what she was
doing and hurried to the nearest
viewscreen. As that moment
Carter’s voice sounded over the intercom.
“Aello, hold
tight. Drhan’s pulled a
double cross. I’m going
to try to break loose.” There
was a sudden wrench as the ship’s engines achieved full power, but Aello
felt a terrible sense of déjà
vu. Only a few days before she
and her companions had been caught in an almost identical
situation. The image in the
viewscreen told the story. The
ship chasing them was as large as the one the pirates had used the first
time. She did not expect that
there would be much chance of escaping this time
either.
Without further thought Aello broke into a
run, headed for the shuttle bay.
There was only one way she could think of to save her ship and
companions. She just hoped that
she had the skills to pull it off.
The ship’s shuttle was locked into its
launching bay, exactly where Carter had parked it when he had rescued her
from Fushida’s Planet. She
moved through the airlock and headed for the
cockpit. Moving into the
captain’s chair she strapped herself in before the unfamiliar
controls. Expert as she was at
piloting a mech, she knew very little about the controls of a
spacecraft. That had been
Carter’s job, but she had watched him
work. She knew enough to launch
the ship and guide it in the general direction of where she wanted it to
go. She hoped that small amount
of expertise would be enough. She
took a deep breath. There was
no point in wasting time. Her
fingers touched the controls. She
felt the faint vibration as the shuttle’s engines kicked in and then
she hit the release button.
The shuttle shot from the mother
ship. A bright light flashed
insistently on the command console.
Even without activating the button below it, she knew what it
was. The light indicated a message
from the mother ship. Carter
was trying to contact her, probably wondering what the hell she was up
to. Well, he would soon find
out.
Carter stared in stunned disbelief at the
image in the viewscreen. The
shuttle had just ejected from the ship.
It had to be Aello. Everyone
else was accounted for. There
was a sudden tightening in his stomach.
What was she doing? He
tried the space link communicator again.
No answer. It was hard
to believe she was running away after what she had
done. But surely she didn’t
think that the shuttle had any chance of taking out the pirate craft that
had his ship in its tractor beam.
The he swore. “Damn,
she’s going to ram him!”
He watched open mouthed at the tiny shuttle
hurtled under full power toward the pirate
vessel. “What the hell,
does that Sheila think she’s doing?” exclaimed
Jeff. “She’ll be
killed!”
Aello pushed down hard on the
throttle. It was unnecessary,
but she was caught up in a level of excitement that bordered on
delirium. She watched the speed
gauge climb. One kilometre per
second; two; three; five; 10. In
her viewscreen the pirate vessel loomed
larger. Flickering lights in
various parts of the hull told her that it was shooting at her, attempting
to stop her suicidal rush. But
she was now closing at an astronomical
speed. In just a few seconds
she would slam into the pirate, and at her velocity she would rip through
the pirate’s shields as if they were paper.
Suddenly, she was nearly torn from the protective
harness that held her in the pilot’s
chair. The compression was so
intense that the AG was hardly able to compensate for the sudden
deceleration. As she fought to
regain her breath she knew what had
happened. She had been caught
in the pirate’s tractor beam as she had
intended. There would be no escape,
but she knew that her companions would now be
free. The pirate did not have
the capacity to deal with two ships at
once. Carter and the other mech
pilots would be able to escape. She
settled back in her chair and cut the power to the
engines. It was useless to resist
the pirate’s tractor beam.
There was nothing to do but sit and wait.
As his ship broke free Carter watched
Aello’s shuttle being drawn toward the
pirate. A feeling of helplessness
and futility filled his mind.
“I’ve lost her again,” he
thought. Once again the amazing
young woman he had hired as a junior mech pilot had showed him the
unexpected. This time, however,
he felt an emotional attachment that went beyond physical
attraction. Giving himself a
mental shake, he suppressed his feelings.
He was in no position to rescue
her. He turned his attention
to the controls. Jabbing the
console as if it was an enemy he sent the ship into
subspace. Escape was the most
important thing now. He must
take advantage of Aello’s sacrifice.
Aello’s head snapped back
sharply. Only the grip of the
thugs holding her prevented her from
falling. Blood dribbled from
one corner of her mouth.
“Fucking cunt,” cursed Drhan, “I’m gonna make
you wish you’d never been born, and I’m gonna enjoy every minute
of it.” He swept his arm
forward again, slapping the helpless woman’s head back
again.
“I’ll bet you’re the one that
got those other fuckers out of that
hulk.” Drhan brought his
face so close to hers that Aello could smell the stink of his
breath. “Isn’t that
so, bitch?
Tell me!” He punctuated
his last demand by striking her in the
stomach. Already groggy from
the vicious slaps to her face, Aello was unprepared for the cowardly
blow. She doubled up, retching
in pain. Drhan grabbed her loose
hair and twisted her face toward his again, even as she struggled to
breathe. “I said tell
me. And don’t pretend that
you can’t talk. It was you
that was behind that attack on me wasn’t
it?”
Aello raised her
head. Looking Drhan straight
in the eye, she spat in his face, her spittle tinged red with her own
blood. Drhan turned purple with
rage. Clenching his fists, he
drove first one hand and then the next into her exposed
belly. Retching, Aello jackknifed,
her lungs heaving uselessly as she sought to find
air.
“Enough of this,” said
Drhan. “I’m gonna have
a little fun with her. And then
we’ll see how much pain she can
take.” His cruel features
distorted in rage, he ripped open the top of Aello’s tunic, exposing
her breasts and tearing her costume to the
navel. “Nice,” Drhan
grunted, taking in her swaying breasts.
“Very nice. I thought
this one would be the best fuck and now I’m gonna find
out.” He jerked open his
own pants. “Put her over
there,” he ordered, pointing to a low padded
bench. They were in the ship’s
recreation centre and comfortable furniture was spaced about the
room. The bench would serve more
than adequately as a place to have his way with the raven-haired
beauty. When he was finished
he would enjoy her in anther way.
Aello fought for
consciousness. Her diaphragm
convulsed. Drhan’s blows
had almost paralyzed her, but she was fully cognizant of what was happening
to her. She was seized once again
with a terrible feeling of helplessness as Drhan lurched over
her. Her arms were held by a
man on either side of her and her legs were spread wide by two
more. As yet she still wore most
of her tunic, but Drhan had ripped the front of it open in a wide V exposing
her body from her neck to navel.
As Drhan settled himself between her legs
she regained control of her breathing.
She sucked in air as Drhan’s hands moved to her
breasts. His large hands closed,
compressing the soft flesh until it bulged between his
fingers. As Aello winced under
the painful massage he shifted his grip and pinched both her nipples pulling
them upward painfully. A gasp
escaped her lips. “So it
begins,” she thought. It
was just like the last time. The
feeling of being totally defenseless as her body was mauled and the horrible
fear of what was to come. She
set her bruised jaw. She would
try to be brave, but she knew she faced a terrible
ordeal. “At least I saved
Carter and the others,” she thought.
That was something. Her
suffering would not be for nothing.
“Nice set,” taunted Drhan as he
continued to maul her breasts. He
watched his victim’s eyes clear and knew that she understood everything
that was happening to her.
“Tough bitch,” he murmured, as he saw Aello grit her teeth
and bite back the pain. “But
I’ll soon have her screaming, just like the
redhead.” He released her
breasts and dropped his pants to his
ankles. He stopped to watch the
reaction of his victim. He saw
the girl swallow once, but other than that there was no sign of
fear. “Mech pilots were
trained to be tough,” he thought.
But he would soon have this one begging for
mercy. He dropped his
drawers. A slow smile came to
his cruel lips as the girl tensed.
Aello tired to calm
herself. It was another
rape. Just another
rape. It had happened to her
before and she had survived. Drhan
got off on terrifying his victims.
She would try to show him as little fear and anxiety as she
could. She kept her eyes on his
arrogant face and away from his erect
phallus. But inside her chest,
her heart thundered and her gut twisted in
fear.
Drhan leaned over
her. “You’re scared
ain’t you, bitch,” he hissed.
“I can feel your fear.
I can smell your sweat. Your
heart is beating like a little
bird’s.
Well, you should be scared.
I’m gonna screw your tight ass until you cry like a little girl,
and I’m going to enjoy every second of
it.” He punctuated his threat
by ripping the rest of her costume to her crotch, exposing the exquisite
V of her womanhood. Then he moved
the tip of penis against her vulva.
Slowly, using his hand he moved the glans of his penis up and down
over her slit, gently forcing the soft folds of her labia
apart. All the time, he gazed
steadily into the dark eyes of the helpless Greek
warrior.
It took all of Aello’s self control not
to thrash wildly as Drhan violated her, but the strain told in her eyes and
in the tightening of her muscles.
Even worse, it was as Dhran had
said. He could sense the fear
she fought so hard to hide. His
hands were on her breasts again and the thumping of her heart could be easily
detected beneath the trembling flesh.
Beads of perspiration dotted her exposed flesh and she clenched her
teeth to keep from screaming. Then
Drhan entered her.
His thrust was hard, quick, and brutal and
he penetrated deeply burying most of his shaft within her well of
pleasure. His thick member tore
the soft tissue of her vaginal walls.
Aello suppressed a scream, but she could not hold back a gasp of pain
or prevent the flow of tears that signaled her torment and
shame. As her back arched
involuntarily Drhan withdrew slightly and then thrust again, driving deep
within her. She arched even farther,
her head pressing hard against the artificial leather of the
bench. Drhan hammered into her
relentlessly, ravaging her defenceless body, his eyes fixed on her quivering
breasts.
He bent his head and closed his teeth on one
tender nipple. Biting down hard
he drew blood. The girl whimpered
with pain. He was slowly breaking
down the mech pilot’s will to
resist. He moved his mouth to
the other nipple and sucked it erect.
She had breasts like those of some Greek goddess and a cunt that was
unbelievably warm and tight. He
groaned in pleasure as her vaginal walls squeezed his rigid shaft and continued
his ravishing of the raven haired beauty with renewed
vigor.
“Oh God,” thought Aello, “did
I sacrifice myself for this?”
She fought back the urge to scream, to beg the brutal pirate captain
to stop ravaging her. The men
holding her now joined in the rape, pinching and squeezing the parts of her
body that they could reach. Drhan
grunted like a pig as he wallowed within her, the sweat from his body mingling
with hers. Finally, like a rutting
boar he exploded inside her.
Drhan withdrew, spent for the moment, but
angry that the mech pilot had resisted
him. He had been so certain he
could make her scream. Well,
there were other ways of getting that
reaction. Lurching to his feet
he pointed across the room.
“Bring the bitch over here,” he ordered the men holding
her.
The four men holding Aello hauled her to her
feet, ignoring the blood that ran down her thighs and her obvious difficulty
in walking or even standing. She
was dragged to an area beneath an overhead
bar. “Strip her,” ordered
Drhan. In short order, the rest
of Aello’s costume was ripped from her body, along with her boots and
socks. The men seemed to delight
in using as much force as they could while depriving her of what little remained
of her clothing. “Lay her
down and hold her,” instructed
Drhan. Aello was forced the floor,
her arms and legs held securely.
Such measures were not needed; she would not have attempted to
escape. Her situation was hopeless
and she meekly allowed the pirates to roll her onto her
stomach.
Drhan straddled her and then knelt so that
his weight was on her thighs. He
then began to tie her in a most elaborate
fashion. He first strapped a
leather cuff to each of her wrists.
Next he looped a length of rope through a metal ring in each cuff
and tied each wrist tightly to each of her thighs, cinching the rope at the
V of her crotch. He then pulled
the rope between her buttocks, wrapping it around the curve of her left hip
and down her pelvis to the crotch again and back up and around her right
hip. He repeated this three times
before tying it off in a loop at her
crotch. Finally, he tied her
arms just above her elbows, pulling them painfully toward each
other. Throughout the elaborate
bondage, Aello lay quiet, wondering what the pirate captain was up
to. That question was answered
quickly enough.
A length of rope was tied to each of her ankles
and to the loop just beneath her vulva.
Each length of rope was tossed over the overhead bar and she was lifted
into the air. Standing on a stool
to finish tying the ropes, one of Drhan’s men knotted them tightly about
the bar. She dangled helplessly,
her feet about a metre apart and almost all of her weight on the single rope
leading from her crotch. The
flare of her hips held the rope securely and so she hung, swinging slightly,
her waist-length hair sweeping the floor.
Drhan stepped back to admire his
handiwork. Already his spent
phallus was stiffening at the sight of his helpless
victim. He bit his lower lip
in anticipation. In his right
hand he held a whip consisting of a leather thong, attached to a metal
handle. The thong was about two
metres long and knotted every fifteen centimeters or
so.
“Now bitch,” he said,
“you’re going to scream for
mercy.” He raised the whip
and brought it down.
Aello did not scream at the first blow, or
the second. In fact it took a
full fourteen strokes of the lash to make her cry
out. But once she started she
could not stop. At first Drhan
targeted the area between her legs, especially the inner thighs and her
vulva. The latter was partially
sheltered from the lash due to the ropes that bound her, but enough blows
struck her nether region to bring her excruciating
pain. As the blows rained down
on her tender flesh she shrieked like a banshee as each blow raised a bloody
welt on her satin smooth skin.
Screaming horribly, Aello writhed in agony
as the brutal lash stripped the skin from her
body. Then Drhan changed targets,
moving to the side to that he could bring the lash down across her belly,
breasts, and back. This new area
gave her a chance to recover. As
blood streamed from her wounds, she clenched her teeth and endured the next
eleven lashes. But the twelfth
one broke her. It came down across
her breasts, catching the left nipple and biting into her
flesh. She screamed piteously,
begging the pirate chief to stop.
“Please,” she cried, “no
more. No
more.” Then she broke into
uncontrolled sobbing punctuated by loud shrieks as Drhan ignored her plea
and continued to flog her.
“Told you that you’d beg for mercy,
bitch,” Drhan crowed triumphantly.
“Told you." He was
panting heavily from the exertion of wielding the
whip. He had laid more than
“No, please,” Aello moaned as she
saw what Drhan intended. She
was in terrible pain and did not have the strength to resist whatever he
might do to her. Drhan’s
answer was to force the tip of his organ between her swollen lips, muffling
any further protest.
Drhan groaned with pleasure as the warm wetness
of Aello’s mouth engulfed his penis.
The sensation was heightened by the slight touch of her teeth on his
shaft as he thrust into her, driving right to the back of her
throat. He took his time; enjoying
the feeling of power it gave him to fuck the mouth of this dangerous
woman. He knew that if she was
not half unconscious with the pain and trauma of the flogging her had given
her that placing his member in her mouth would have been far from
wise. But now he had her completely
at his mercy. He could do anything
he wanted with her. The very
thought of her helplessness almost caused him to ejaculate, but he controlled
himself, drawing out the experience for as long as
possible. Eventually, however,
he exploded into her mouth, his creamy ejaculation filling her mouth to
overflowing. Only then did he
release her, leaving her swinging slowly back and forth as he staggered back
from her.
But Aello’s ordeal was not quite
over. As Drhan zipped up his
pants again he barked an order.
“Put a couple of rippers into her and then strap her legs
together. We’ll see if that
gets any sort of reaction out of her.”
Aello heard Drhan’s words, but she was
so near to fainting from the beating she had suffered that they did not register
until the first of the electronic phalluses was thrust into
her. The “ripper” was
a brutal instrument of torture consisting of a metal dildo perforated with
tiny holes. After being inserted
microscopic filaments pierced the walls of the
vagina. The touch of a
button
sent electrical impulses into the sensitive nerves of the love
canal, creating pain that was beyond
description.
Aello screamed as her vagina was forced
apart. The dildo being inserted
into her vagina was enormous, fully three inches in diameter and a foot
long. The device chosen for her
anus was equally painful, being a good eight inches long and an inch and
a half across. But it was the
binding of her legs that caused the real
pain. She was lowered from the
supporting beam and heavy leather straps were placed about her thighs and
calves. “Oh God no,”
she screamed as they were tightened.
“No!
No! Noooo!”
Drhan laughed.
“You think it hurts now,
bitch? When I activate the rippers
you’ll really know pain.”
He motioned to his men.
“Haul her back up.”
Still screaming from the pain of the rippers,
Aello was hoisted into the air once more; this
time with her legs tightly strapped
together. Then
Drhan activated the
rippers.
Aello’s shrieks filled the
room.
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