Beware the Swarm Part 9
BY: Snakeman

Princess Sara stood in the VIP guest suite of Captain Gratis' ship. She knew the design well as it was and old style battle cruiser and as a little girl some were still in use and had traveled with her dad on them a few times. She sat on the edge of the bed and folded her arms across her chest. She was still wearing that ugly dress the nuns had given her after nearly a full day. Though, Alex and Paris had a nice assortment of clothing waiting for her she was still fit to be tied with the smugglers.

After scolding them she had been stuffed into a wheeled laundry bin and covered with dirty bed linens. She was then loaded onto a truck under the care of two of Captain Gratis's best men and driven into the city and to the laundry as a group of Markson's men followed. She was then wheeled through the building even as Markson's men argued with someone at the door as they tried to get in and look around. They would have stopped the truck to search it, but Alex had thought of that. He had other vehicles on the roads that just seemed to innocently block any effort to stop the truck.

Princess Sara then found herself in the back of another truck that had just dropped off supplies. She was free of Markson's men for the moment, but the man had money. Markson was probably one of the 5 richest people in the entire empire and had a network of agents working for him almost extensive as that of the royal family. And it seemed he was willing to spend a lot of that money to get her back.

Princess Sara sat on the floor alone in the back of the truck as it made it's way back to the warehouse. From there she was put into another delivery truck and taken for a longer ride where she was loaded into a specially outfitted fuel truck at the space port. As the truck fueled the cargo shuttle the princess was snuck from a small hiding space underneath the truck and loaded on with the cargo, all as several of Markson's men patrolled the space port looking for her.

Inside the cargo hold, another of Gratis' men locked her into a big shipping container. Where most of the container had weapons there was a small section with a padded chair with a harness and an old fashioned space suit. The princess had to suffer one more indignity as two of Gratis's men had to help her into the space suit after she stripped out of her dress. Though they acted professionally she did find it humiliating to have two men acting as handmaidens when she was wearing nothing but socks and panties, even after the whole empire had seen her naked.

Sara was strapped into the chair and locked inside the container. Moments later the ship roared into orbit. The container was then loaded with the others into a long range cargo ship. An act that required the shipping containers to be exposed to the ravages of space, and thus the need for a space suit. From there Alex would meet up with the cargo ship, after loosing Markson's men tailing him.

Once on board the cargo ship, Sara unbuckled her restraints and stripped off the space suit. She could hear men outside arguing over the right to search the containers as she put the ugly dress back on. It seemed Markson had men at every possible exit for her, but it also seemed Alex's reputation was well founded.

The cargo ship's crew won the argument and one of Alex's shuttles secretly docked with the cargo ship and he himself retrieved her. From there she was taken to his ship and showed to the VIP quarters. And after a much needed visit to the bathroom she sat on the edge of the bed looking at the boxes of clothing on the floor and more clothes strewn across the bed.

But to Sara even after all Captain Gratis had done to get her this far it still didn't seem quite enough after what he did in delivering her to Markson in the first place. She looked around the room, though nicely furnished it still seemed a bit cold. There was a nice full sized bed, a dresser and desk made from the finest Merka wood, yet it needed something.

Sara knew just what was needed. The VIP quarters on an old battle ship were extremely nice she mused as she stood up and marched out the door. The guards stammered something about her needing to stay in her quarters as she walked confidently down the halls. Having traveled with her father a few times she had been on ships of this design. With the guard still following her and yammering she arrived at the captain's quarters.

In the old days a battle ship would be in space for long periods of time and the captain could be away from home for years. Some even ended up divorced and had no quarters off the ship. As a result ships of this class were designed to give the captain all the comforts of home. The suite would have three rooms plus a private bath with a shower big enough for 2 and a big sunken soaking tub. There was a big bedroom with a king sized bed, a small office area and a living room and dining room combo.

Sara didn't bother to knock, but instead hit the security lock panel to the right of the sliding door. "Elshire security access one zero one five seven Sara Marie voice recognize." she stated loudly and clearly. All battle ships contained in their computers security bypass codes for all members of the royal family and were regularly updated. Sara grinned as her guard who was still yammering stopped and had a look of total shock when the computer generated woman's voice stated "Access granted." and the door slid open. Alex may be a great smuggler, but changing the emergency access codes must have slipped his mind. That's even if he even knew they existed Sara mused.

"What the?" the shocked captain gasped as he quickly draped his bath towel around his waist. He had been just walking out of the bathroom and drying his hair as the door opened and the princess strolled in.

"Seems fair..I'm sure you've all seen me naked by now." she commented with a smug expression after getting a glimpse of his limp manhood when walking in. "And you really might want to shave down there too. I've read that's the in thing now."

"Just what.?"

Sara ignored her half brother, if he really was her half brother. She still had her doubts. She walked around the living and dining room area, stopping at the bedroom door. She looked in at the big bed. The big bed that if she took a black light to she'd probably be disgusted with, but there are times when ignorance helps one sleep better. "This will be much better."

"What will be much better?" Alex squeaked.

Sara again ignored her half brother who was standing there with just a towel around his waist dripping water on the carpet with a dumbfounded expression. She looked at the guard who came with her and stated "Get some help. I want the captains stuff out of here and the clothes he had in the VIP quarters brought to me. And get fresh bed coverings....I'm sure the ones on the bed now probably need to be incinerated."

"Now just hold on there.."

As the guard looked at his boss with a confused expression Sara again ignored her half brother's objections. "That's a royal decree, now get moving.I want to take a shower and get out of this disgusting rag." she snapped at the guard.

"You can't be serious." Alex grunted, in a bit of shock himself as the guard bowed and ran off.

"Oh, I'm serious." Sara chuckled. She walked over to Alex and placing a firm hand in the middle of his back and started pushing him towards the door. "And I'm serious about the shave too." She said with a mock pout as she escorted him out the door.

"I need my clothes." Alex groaned in defeat once he was in the hallway. He turned to look at the princess while rolling his eyes as she stepped back inside and closed the door while wearing a smug look. "Great, just great." he grunted as he turned and marched down the hallway. And how dare she comment about his pubic hair, no other girl ever had.




T'nel wore a big smile as Mae held a very sexy green dress with thin straps up in front of herself and looked in the full length mirror, she knew what Mae didn't. The pair had a royal shuttle with warp drive and were in the bazaar on in the city of Kreel on Kaloon Prime on their way to the coronation. This was the premier shopping stop for the entire sector with goods from throughout the galaxy and beyond. The huge space port and the shopping area took up more land than the greater Boston area. In this sector one could buy anything from pretty knick knacks to a warp drive space ship. And even though T'nel didn't like to wear clothes, and was getting a lot of interest from the men walking around, she knew of this place. She had bought gifts here before for friends that did wear clothes. On this world there were strict minimal standards for clothing and T'nel knew exactly how to stay on the right side of the law.

At the moment they were in a big clothing store with rack after rack of women's clothing. The racks they were looking at had gowns and dresses suitable for Mae to wear to a coronation. They also had a relatively blank check as the empress wanted both T'nel and Mae to make a good impression seeing as T'nel would be representing the O'tean people at the ceremony.

When they got back to New O'tea the empress still wasn't happy with T'nel and would rather Mae had gone home with the Olympians, but a certain queen to be in her talks with the empress expressed her strong desire that both Commander T'nel and her friend Mae be at her coronation. And considering what the Anterans had to offer it seemed like a simple enough request. The crystals were of high value and would be needed in a long prolonged fight with The Swarm.

Then T'nel had to endure the very uncomfortable tongue thrashing from her cousin. The logs and internal security footage from the Tomora had been automatically sent to the Avenger and all the Avenger's data had been transmitted before it's destruction. T'nel and Z'lar had over the years eliminated records of T'nel in her power suit, images of Mae had made it the empress herself. People were starting to put two and two together. If the truth came out her ability to function as a Shadow Warrior could be threatened.

"You don't want that one." T'nel commented as she turned around to smirk. If Mae knew she wouldn't want it either.

"Are you kidding? It's gorgeous." Mae squeaked. The dress would form to her limited curves in a way to accent her womanhood. The vee in front went down to her belly button and the way it would drape off her shoulders would give the impression her boobs could be exposed with the slightest movement. But that's what double sided tape was for. And it was soft and smooth, this material made silk seem coarse.

"Because that's made from Nimbar fabric."

"But it looks wonderful and feels even better." Mae replied as she looked wide eyed in the mirror and wondered what Bill would think if he saw her in it. She was sure it could make him toss those ideas she looked like a kid out the window.

T'nel would love to play with Mae for a while, but the really needed to get going. "Minbar fabric is made from the anal excretions of bralls" When Mae looked quizzical T'nel then stated. "Bralls are a grain eating beast. Their droppings are fibrous and the material is made from the fibers." Mae's disgusted expression was priceless and T'nel couldn't help but chuckle. Her bouncing breasts got the attention of a pair of men across the store.

"EEEWWWWW." Mae gasped as she quickly put the dress back on the rack and made a face that made T'nel laugh even harder.

"They have the same dress in taal, which is a plant fiber, in this rack over here." T'nel chuckled as she pulled it from the rack and handed it out to Mae.

"Your not just playing with me are you?" Mae asked her chuckling friend as she took the dress cautiously. It did look the same, but it wasn't nearly as soft. This version was more the texture of cotton, but it still looked great.

"It's made from plants. Try it on." Out of the corner of her eye T'nel saw one of the men approaching her. She had been around the block a few times at her age and Kalinites were fairly easy to read. The tall thin pale, almost white, skinned male's ears would get a dark shade of red when they had an attractive female in their sights.

As Mae trotted off to the dressing room T'nel turned to shoot down her would be suitor, but to her disbelief the 7 foot male wearing a golden space suit walked passed her and followed Mae. "Don't even think about it." she snarled aggressively at him. "That one is mine."

With their translator chips programmed to a universal common tongue, the man caught T'nel's warning. Being worldly as it were T'nel knew the Kalinites were very peaceful and avoided conflict. Telling him Mae was her lover in a way that would state his cutting in would create an issue should send him away. The last thing they wanted to do was fight, but that's not to say they wouldn't. Though they avoided fights they were some of the most fierce warriors known when the need arose.

The man turned to T'nel with a warm smile. "Then maybe both of you would be interested then." he said hopefully. Though he knew very few men that had bedded an O'tean, the ones that had all said they were worth the effort. O'tean females had an inner demon that thought being the first to be sexually exhausted was akin to a defeat in combat.

T'nel fought not to laugh, the last thing she wanted to do was get this guy emotional. If she hurt his feelings too much it could anger him too much. Though they hated to fight, insulting their manhood was the surest way to make one fight. "Tempting as you are we are in a hurry and need to be back in space by nightfall." And he was good looking, if you like off white skin. A bit thin but he had good features and T'nel had slept with a few of his kind during her free spirited days. They were all rather thin by O'tean standards and they were average height by O'tean standards and their dicks were a bit small at a little under a foot long, but their dicks could stay hard all day. They could cum and cum and cum yet never loose hardness as they pushed themselves and their lovers to exhaustion, and dehydration if they didn't stop to have a drink now and then. Their sexual stamina was beyond belief, a reputation very few other species could live up to. Kalinites were considered by many women as the best fucks in the galaxy, and definitely too much to handle for a human. Thus his forward offer needed to be turned down. When one has a reputation like them, picking up stray women looking for a good time takes little effort. Thus the way he bluntly let it be known his interest was for sex.

"Are you sure? My friend and I could make you being late worth a delay." the man stated with a big smile. They were also some of the most polite T'nel had learned.

"I'm sure." T'nel replied sweetly, a bit out of the normal for her. She politely turned to his friend across the store and gave him the polite smile and nod of acknowledgement as well. To not in their culture would have been an insult. Yet by doing so she showed her knowledge for their race and a sign of respect.

"If I were to offer my contact information?"

"I would accept and give thought to your offer if time and desire arose." T'nel answered with a flirty lilt that she never realized she could use. She was used to being the aggressor and to act a bit feminine was something she had observed yet never practiced.

"My name is Charline Molt." The tall man said as he pulled a small card from a zippered pocket on the chest of his space suit.

"I accept." T'nel said as she politely took the card. By taking the card she was giving her word she would seriously consider his offer in the future. And where she would never love another man after Marish, her life would be very lonely if her bed were empty for the rest of her life.

As the man walked away T'nel gave a quick look at his thrusting muscles and then the card to see he was a doctor. She could never take a man for a one night stand back home because it would cause a scandal, but down the road if she longed for sex she would have to find it off world in order not to get a reputation. Things might have changed back home, but not that much. She doubted she would return to her old ways, but taking a sex partner every now and then could help with the loneliness.

"TA DA." T'nel turned as Mae burst from the dressing room in the hot little number. The dress didn't even come down to her mid thighs and had a slit on the left that went nearly up to her hip. The girl was going to need some new panties if they got that dress T'nel thought seeing Mae's cotton underwear clearly in her pose. That or she'd have to forgo panties which she thought the sexually repressed Earth girl would never do. The O'tean warrior smirked as Mae struck a pose with her knees slightly bent and her arms up in the air and slightly out to the sides. The position making the smiling young girl's left boob pop free, a situation that took her a few moments to notice.

"ooops." Mae gasped and cringed as she quickly turned shy and covered herself, much to the disappointment of the dozen or so men of various species nearby. But the store owner would later be providing short video clips to those who wanted to by a copy for a small price, If the girl were famous he could get more. Yet images of rarely seen or unknown species were also worth a little bit more.

"We will be needing the tape." T'nel chuckled. She watched as Mae ducked back into the dressing room and a wave of sadness overcame her. Having Mae around had helped ease her loneliness. Up until her trip to Earth the only person she had let into her heart was Z'lar. As a commander she wasn't able to mingle and open herself up to crew members or even junior officers. But having Mae around was coming to an end. After the coronation Z'lar would be back to bring Mae home and then she'd be kneeling in front of her cousin wondering what awful position awaited her.

When Mae came back out with the dress draped over her left arm she saw T'nel intently watching a news broadcast on one of the monitors that seemed to be everywhere in this sector. They were even on the sides of buildings throughout the shopping sector. On the screen an O'tean woman had a stoic expression as she read the story about someone called El-Cora, an inset picture in the upper right hand corner of the screen showed the blurry image of someone wearing a ninja type outfit. "Who's El-Cora?" Mae asked as T'nel was too into the news to know she came out of the dressing room.

"Not a who. El-Cora is a what. They're a very old and secretive group dedicated to freedom and justice throughout the galaxy. But sometimes they bend the law themselves, like now." T'nel replied in a hushed tone as she wiped the concern from her mind and put a smile back on her face.

Mae looked at T'nel with a lot of question as the woman on the screen went into detail as how a group of the El-Cora broke into a mining colony and took some workers. "If they're dedicated to freedom and justice why did they take people?"

"Shhhh." T'nel looked around nervously to make sure she and Mae weren't heard. The incident had taken place just a few hundred miles away. She leaned into Mae so no one else would hear and whispered. "It happened not far from here and those taken were not there by choice. They were political prisoners sentenced to slave labor." In this region of the galaxy assigning prisoners to slave labor was quite legal and the El-Cora weren't exactly liked.

"Political prisoners?"

"On your world slavery still exists in places, it's the same out here. Now we better get moving." T'nel said as she took a step towards the checkout.

"Whoa." Mae looked at the screen as the reporter started going into detail as to how 3 guards were killed. "Shouldn't we."

"No!" T'nel quickly and harshly cut Mae off. She could see Mae wanted to go check into things, but they didn't have the time. And T'nel had gotten into a few scuffles with the El-Cora. More than a few times she had run across operatives and even as a Shadow Warrior they had either defeated her or avoided her somehow. The operatives never worked alone, they always had back up and even the back up had back up. And when they defeated her they wouldn't hurt her. She was just overpowered and tied up until they got away, so unless under orders she wouldn't tangle with them.

Mae arched her eyes and shrugged "Okay." she squeaked while figuring what the heck. In a few days she'd be back home on Earth and none of it would matter anyway. "But shouldn't you get a dress too? They wear clothes on Antera."

"I don't.."

"You will at the coronation." stated firmly. Having her walking around naked would be a distraction on a world where everyone else was dressed. And knowing human men she knew T'nel's body would have more men looking at her that at the new queen at the biggest moment in her life. "At a wedding it's not polite to upstage the bride. And I'm sure that applies to coronations as well."

On this world she was actually wearing something to stay within the confines of the law. Yet Mae was sure this outfit just wouldn't do for a coronation. T'nel was covering just enough to stay legal, and on most beaches on Earth it still wouldn't be enough. Gold foil pasties that were just big enough to cover her purple areolas and a matching G-string that was just big enough to cover her twat. It was so small she even had to use double sided tape to make sure it didn't shift.



Princess Anara looked down her nose as the gardener's son hurriedly walked by her in the hallway, stopping just long enough to bow and politely say "Good morning your highness." As he quickly went on his way Anara sighed, she didn't like it but her sister made her point.

Anara looked back down the hall towards her sister's room as the guards knocked on the door and announced his arrival and he nervously looked back up the hall at her. Anara sighed again as he was let into Stara's bedroom. "I hope you know what your doing." she mumbled as she walked away. Her sister was playing a dangerous game, all it would take was for her to loose her virginity and everything would be lost. The young man was much bigger and stronger than Anara and could easily overpower her. It was quite conceivable he could overpower her and ruin her without the guards outside hearing.

Princess Anara's eyes lit up and she had probably the biggest smile of her life as the door closed. The petite 5'4" royal was exhausted after hours of dealing with everything from the diner menu for her post coronation feast to the latest news on the Swarm attack of the mutant colony. Then there were the extensive talks with the O'tean empress. Stara found herself in need of some kind of release, something to take her mind off affairs of state.

Oliver Handsome kept his gaze down as he said "Good morning your majesty. You wished to see me?" His demeanor was one of a man concerned for his life, and with reason. Princess Stara had summoned him a few times and each time made passes at him, then her sister would barge in putting an end to it. But this time Princess Anara saw him coming in and said nothing.

"It's fine Oliver. Relax." Stara cooed. The princess was wearing a long sleeve white pull over shirt that was made of stretchy material, it clung to her tight body and accentuated her small B-cup breasts. It was also quite noticeable she wasn't wearing a bra, the material was so thin and tight the outlines of her erect nipples could be clearly seen. Her tight white slacks also hugged her body. They fit like a second skin from her trim waist to her knees. The stretch fabric molded to her perky backside and her camel toe twat. And like usual she was running around bare foot.

Just like the last few times, before being interrupted by Anara, Stara walked up to the 6'1" young man. He wore an open button down shirt with the sleeves ripped off, tight pants and work boots. Stara couldn't help but think if he didn't want her attention he probably shouldn't dress this way. The view of his muscular chest or his tight round backside from her balcony was just about all she could stand. If she turned around and closed her eyes the image of his butt was still in her mind.

Stara grinned as he acted shy, her sister constantly interrupting right when she had his pants down and his cock rock hard had him a bit shaken and gun shy, but this time was going to be different. At least it better be Stara thought.

The princess kept her gaze down as well, eyeing the prize as she reached out with both hands to caress his chest. She could feel his heart racing as she licked her lips. Stara slid her hands down over his rock hard abs then unbuttoned his trousers. She looked up into his eyes and whispered "She won't come in this time." She could see and feel he was hard already as the thumb and forefinger of her right hand pulled the zipper down and her left hand slid up to rub his chest again, his heart wasn't the only one pounding.

Princess Stara took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she knelt down and hooked Oliver's trousers and shorts by the waist bands. As his cock spring free she couldn't help but think she'd seen bigger and some smaller in the blow booth, but that wasn't an issue. Oliver was her release. He was extremely good looking and had a body to die for, but there was no hope of ever having a publicly accepted relationship with him. She was to be the queen and he was just a gardener, though her choices would never be questioned to her face they would be otherwise. Oliver was to be her distraction from the pressures of the day. The one to help her relax after countless meetings and the affairs of state.

Stara already had the hunk's cock in her mouth before she had his pants and shorts down to his knees. Her long dark hair was in a ponytail that swayed as she vigorously bobbed her head, taking as much of Oliver's delectable manhood down her throat as she could without gagging, the lessons from the blow booth guiding her. Men like the girl to be aggressive and skilled in her actions. Just taking the tip in her mouth or being tentative might be okay for a school girl of her age, but more was expected of a woman. And the soon to be queen wanted to be viewed as a woman, in affairs of state and in the bedroom.

Stara enjoyed Oliver's moans as she practiced what she was taught, right now she could get about half his shaft passed her soft young lips, but with practice she was sure some day soon she'd touch her nose to his stomach.

The princess ran her hands up his toned legs to his hips, then around to grab his rock hard ass. She explored the muscles she hoped to put to work some day soon. In her mind Stara wanted to save her virginity for her future king, but there was also the part of her that wanted Oliver to forcibly throw her on the bed and make a woman out of her. That was something she couldn't let happen until after the coronation.

Stara herself gave a soft moan of approval as Oliver's hands first rested on her bobbing head, then slid down over her shoulders to softly squeeze her perky B-cups through her stretch fabric shirt. But that's not what she wanted. "Sorry." she commented and gave him a big smile as she stopped for a moment and sat back on her heels. Her delightful tits popped free as she quickly peeled the shirt up and over her head, then discarded it in a jiffy. She had Oliver's cock back in her mouth in a heartbeat knowing she wanted to feel his rough strong hands on her soft young tits. "MMMMMMM." she loudly moaned as his hands were back to her breasts just as fast as his cock was back in her mouth, Stara musing they hadn't had much time together but he had learned what she expected him to do. Proper training was everything she mused. Her dad and brothers had maids, why shouldn't she have her gardener?

Stara sucked off her boy toy like a machine, she wanted him to cum fast for her. She wanted him to let loose a big load of cum that would cover her face and boobs. But she needed to get him off quickly. Her sister might not be coming to stop her, but there would be a knock on the door soon anyway. The O'tean empress had another scheduled call, this time with representatives of a handful of other races the O'teans would vouch for.

Stara pumped his shaft with her left hand while her right explored his toned body. Her hand ran up his thigh and around to his butt, then up and around to his awesome chest. "MMMMM" she gave a load moan as his hands explored her body, the gentle squeeze of her tiny toned butt sent shivers throughout her entire young body. Something had been definitely missing in her upbringing as a princess, with her status no man would have ever touched her this way.

But she couldn't let him go too far. Pausing her efforts just long enough to say "I like it, but hands above the waist for now." she took his hands in hers and returned them to her chest with a little giggle. "There's too much at stake to let you continue..For now."

To Oliver her message, though disappointing, was delivered sweetly and stated she would consider his desire to go further after she was queen. Having grown up in the royal court he knew the rules. Up until just before the coronation any high ranking lord could ask her to prove her worthiness again. Her virginity had to stay intact at least that long, and he would do nothing to ruin that. Being the queen's plaything wasn't the greatest of career choices, but it was better than many and had it's perks. Up to and including becoming a lord down the road.

Oliver tested her another way and got a loud whimper, but no rebuff as he pinched the pick erect nipples. Instead of making her pause it seemed to make her suck even harder in an effort to get him off.

Oliver caressed her chest and back as she repeatedly drove her face forward into his groin, she was determined that someday she'd deep throat him. After several minutes she noticed his legs tighten up which was soon followed by the rest of his body. He stood almost straight up with a firm grip on the sides of her head. His back was arched causing him to look upwards.

But his grip wasn't too tight. Stara pulled back and stroked his manhood vigorously with both hands. She sat back on her heels and gazed up at him. His back was arched causing his face to be upwards towards the ceiling. "Cum for me.Come on Oliver, cum for me." she whispered. The smile on her face he couldn't see, but it was there.

"NNNNRRRRAAAAGGGG GGOODD." Great, the guards weren't going to miss that she thought as Oliver groaned too loudly. But the time to be concerned was short. Stara clenched her eyes shut and moved her face in close as she kept pumping. And with another loud groan she got what she wanted.

The princess tilted her head back and aimed his cock as best she could towards her chin while she pumped away with both hands. She felt the first streamer of warm spew hit from her nose and probably some went over her head as she felt it from her nose and some in her hair. She adjusted her aim quickly, getting the second blast in the chin and up to her clenched shut left eye. Oliver groaned loudly again as the third shot hit her chin and across her lips with a little going up her nose. The fourth blast was smaller, hitting the bottom of her chin and dripping off with what was already running down her face onto her tits.

After he finished, Stara released his cock as he huffed and puffed. She wiped the goo from her eye with her fingers then slowly opened her eyes to look up at him with a big smile. Stara giggled as Oliver relaxed and opened his eyes. When he looked down and their eyes met she smiled and giggled innocently. She bit her lower lip, not worrying about getting a few drops of his cum in her mouth. That was a taste she was bound and determined to learn to love, but that was something else to look forward to down the road.

For a moment they just stayed looking into each other's face as the cum dripped down onto her tits and ran down even getting onto her pants. "By the goddess that was awesome." he gasped.

To Stara it was wonderful too, but her eye caught the clock. She would need to skip lunch, the meeting would be soon and she needed to clean up. She couldn't walk through the palace smelling like cum, one never knew who might come looking for an audience. Though no one would say anything at that time, rumors would start.

"That was fun." she gushed as she reached for her top. She wiped the cum from her face and chest as she stood up and asked "Can you come back tonight after my meetings?"

Oliver was a bit shocked for a moment, she was asking not ordering. She as queen to be could just order him to be anywhere she wished. Even in her bed, though that would cause troubles. "Of course Your Majesty." he replied as he looked around.

"When we're alone like this you don't have to say it that way, or even refer to me that way." she stated just before standing up on her toes to give him a peck on the cheek. She didn't want him to feel like she was ordering him to do it even if she kind of was. She wanted him to want it as much as she did. No woman, not even a queen, wants to feel that a man is having sex with her because he has to.

Oliver had been around long enough to know what she meant. "I want to be here. You are a very beautiful woman." he replied as he pulled his pants and shorts back up.

"Am I prettier than my sisters?" Stara asked with a giggle. There was no easy answer to that question as she started towards the bathroom for a quick shower.

"I think so. On the inside as well as the outside." Oliver calmly replied making Stara stop in her tracks in shock. No one had ever told her she was prettier than her sisters before.

"But they're on magazines and they got big boobs." she said with a confused voice as she slowly turned around.

Stara's confused expression changed to one of joy as Oliver stated "Big boobs aren't everything. You have very nice breasts. Not as big as your sisters, but they're perfectly shaped and nicely firm. You care more about others than you do yourself, I saw the news stories. And from what I've seen your butt is perfect. It's pure heaven."

Stara stood gape mouthed for a moment. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. The confused look came back quickly as she thought about what Oliver said. "Could you wait a moment while I get cleaned up? I'd like to talk some more."

"Of course."

"Not because I want you to."

"I want to." Oliver said with a smile while looking towards the chair in the corner.

"Sit on the bed, that chair is dainty and really old." the confused princess said as she continued on into the bathroom thinking if he keeps talking like that she might not make it to the coronation. She reached into the glass enclosed shower to turn the water on and saw him sit on the edge of the bed, a bed he just might soon be in with her.

Stara had a million thoughts running through her mind. She left the bathroom door purposely open, the bed having a view into the bath and shower. Stara stepped out of view for a moment, into the little room off to the side to pee then was back moments later and completely naked.

The princess giggle as Oliver had his turn to look shocked. He turned his head quickly to the side and Stara laughingly said "You can watch. Is my butt still perfect this way?" She teased him some by turning her back to him and looking back as if checking her own ass. When her shocked man looked back she sweetly smiled and said "Just stay there and I'll be out quick."

Oliver watched as Stara opened the glass door and stepped in. She gave him another smile and a wave before closing her eyes and stepping under the spray. As he watched her soap herself up he marveled at her body. Those perfectly shaped and sized tits that he had just gotten to man handle. Her tight and shapely butt and that nicely trimmed little patch of dark hair just above her tiny camel toe pussy. A pussy that he was starting to feel she was going to want him to deflower, and that was a lot of pressure. The was no handbook on how to make a queen's first time a great experience.

Oliver watched as the princess enjoyed herself. She soaped up her body, pausing every few moments to give him a smile or was it just to check and see if he was still watching. Oliver chuckled as the teen pressed her soaped up B-cups to the glass with a big wicked grin. She then did the same with her back side. She bent over at the waist and pressed her soapy butt on the glass, then wiggled it.

Oliver was enjoying her teasing him as much as she was enjoying the teasing. Her backside against the glass gave him an idea as to the first position they should try when the time came. He then got to see her climb out and grab a towel.

Stara got to the door and groaned as she saw the clock. All that teasing cost time. The knock would come all too quickly. "They're going to be here soon." she squeaked in near panic.

"Should I leave?"

"Yeah.Er no.. Could you help me?.Get me a dress from the closet please." she gasped as she started drying herself faster. And she still had to dry her hair.

"Me pick a dress?" Oliver asked as he stood up and walked to the third door. The first one he cam in and then there was the bathroom, the other had to be the closet he figured.

Oliver opened the door to the closet that was bigger than his bedroom at home. The closet wasn't nearly full, but there was still a lot of clothes. Having no fashion sense when it came to women's clothing other than liking or not the way a girl looked in her outfit, he just reached in and grabbed something.

Stara was frantically toweling her hair as Oliver stopped at the bathroom door holding a white floral print strapless sundress. That wouldn't have been her first choice, but she was in a hurry and if that's what he wanted to see her in she guessed she could indulge him. "Thank-you.And I'm going to need panties." she gasped as she reached for her blow drier. "Top right drawer of the dresser please."

For a princess she was extremely polite Oliver thought as he twisted the top of the hanger and hung the dress on the bathroom door. He was sure there was a hook on the other side of the door, but for the moment this seemed like a better idea than going into the bathroom with her.

The whine of the blow drier would make talking difficult as Stara grinned watching Oliver tentatively open her panty drawer. No man had ever seen her undies. Heck her laundry was done by women. She couldn't help but giggle as he gazed into the drawer. She could only imagine his face where his back was to her, but by his posture said he was embarrassed as hell.

Oliver stood slack jawed. This was a big decision. There was nothing really naughty in the princess' draw, but what he did pick would send her a message of what he thought of her. There were no thongs, but there were a few pairs of very skimpy panties. One black, one red and one white but he ignore those. She needed something that said queen and young woman at the same time. That also tossed out the cotton like ones with little animals, though she did like her animals, and the ones with little flowers. Oliver smiled as he reached in and pulled out a nice white lace pair. They were delicate and womanly while also sweet and innocent, just like her. Or like she should be and how the empire should be viewing her. They also had a full backside that a woman in her position should have. A bit naughty, but still respectable.

Oliver looked back at the innocent teen drying her hair and the choice of dress. She needed something else. He opened the middle drawer to find an assortment of socks and then on to the next one to find her bras.

"A bra?" Stara whined in a bit of shock that he would bring a strapless bra as well. "I thought you would prefer me without one." she whined as she put the blow drier down.

"I do and would, but you'll be seen by other men besides me. And that dress could be somewhat see through in the right lighting." the young man chuckled.

"I guess." the teen groaned in disappointment. But he was right. She was to be queen and even if the O'tean empress marched around buck naked it wouldn't be seemly for her little pink areolas to be showing through her dress while conducting affairs of state.


Moments later Princess Anara watched her sister emerge from her bedroom with Oliver. "I will expect a detailed plan of the floral arrangements later tonight." Stara said loudly.

"Yes Your Majesty." the gardener said then bowed. He walked off quickly in the opposite direction from Princess Anara. Anara knowing he was trying hard to avoid her.

Anara watched the faces of the guards as Stara walked to her like she was walking on air. Obviously her session with the gardener went well and the guards had better keep their mouths shut. In fact they better not so much as give a knowing smile or they would hear it from her. What happens in the palace stays in the palace. That's the rule and had always been the rule. If Stara wanted to suck off a dozen gardeners no one working at the palace should so much as even whisper a word of it to anyone outside, not even their own spouses.

"Nice dress." Anara said softly when her sister reached her. Nice dress, and even a bra Anara noticed. Maybe the young man could be a good influence on the young queen to be. Anara had a passing thought about talking with Oliver about suggesting her sister start wearing shoes. Nice dress, a bra but Stara was still bare foot. And she wasn't even going to utter a word that she could smell her sister had just showered, and evidently did so with a man in her chambers.

Stara saw the slightly disapproving look in her sister's eyes as she gazed down for a moment. "We're going to be on a video link. No one will see my feet."



The O'tean empress sat in her office alone while going over some files as she waited for the video conference. On her desk before her lay a series of folders. For secrecy she had specifically asked different aides to obtain various parts of the information she wanted. For years now something had been off with her cousin T'nel and the empress steamed as she started putting things together.

On her desk were papers laying side by side as she compared dates, photos and security images. "She must take me for a fool." she grumbled. What made her even madder was that it took her to seeing images of the young human on the star ships and outside the shuttle they took to O'tea with Zeus for her to finally put it together. The young human barely reaching T'nel's shoulders as they stood side by side flipped a switch in her head.

Everywhere that Shadow Warrior had been seen for some 30 plus years, T'nel had been nearby. Though not enough on it's own The empress had height and weight estimates on T'nel, Lucas and T'nel's ex mate Marish. She compared them with the files on two big male Shadow Warriors. She then compared them with known sightings and known whereabouts of Marish and Lucas Matrel over the years.

Yet the final piece was Mae Carver from Earth. The empress sat going over digitally enhanced images that had managed to survive thousands of years, images that only a few knew existed. Two tall males, one slightly under sized woman and one child were depicted as Shadow Warriors. The empress sighed and then gave a little chuckle. "One child or one small alien." One small alien with a patch of hair between her legs.

But having a notion and having it be true were two different things. After all the killing of Barbas took place well in the past and except for the lingering evidence were considered by most just to be legend. How could her cousin that she held as a baby have been there? The empress reached for another file and the final piece of the puzzle.

The amazing thing about old technology is it becomes part of the background, people forget it's there. Like an old satellite in orbit around O'tea that was used in the early days of warp jump testing. A satellite that also could detect temporal energy. The original purpose was to look out into space and search for more advanced life, life that was old enough and smart enough to effect the past.

The empress held a report that contained the first actual recording of such an energy impulse strong enough for the satellite to detect. But instead of coming from deep space the satellite pinpointed the origin to be on O'tea itself. In a general area around Mount Olympus and where T'nel and the human had been at that time.

Gaps in the logs, weak reports and unaccounted for time all seemed to follow T'nel. And it seemed she was having help covering her tracks. Her former first officer, Z'lar, also seemed to be in on the secrecy. Add that to an attack on a research facility three years back that a research specimen, an old alien of unknown origin, was taken and you have treason.

As someone knocked on her door the empress stood up with a sense of satisfaction. Her cousin would finally be out of her hair. And the empire's scientists would have a Shadow Warrior to study. An army of such fighters would serve the empire well. With enemies everywhere such an outfitted army would help provide security and peace. Between those savage little beasts and worlds dominated by men that would rather see an O'tean soldier in their bed rather than as an ally, such strength was very much needed.




Princess Sara walked out of the bathroom with a towel around her waist and another in her hands as she vigorously dried her hair. A nice shower had her feeling a lot better, and being on her way home had her feeling a lot cleaner. And she was enjoying the feeling of just starting to get revenge on her half brother. Throwing him out of his own quarters was just a start and as soon as she could think of something else she'd do it.

As she walked towards the bedroom her eyes caught the strange little one foot tall statue on a shelf near the video monitor in the living room. The gaze of the little warrior wearing armor and holding a sword at the ready seemed to be looking right at her, but she could have sworn that when she entered the captain's suite it had been looking at the door.

There were such statues throughout the suite. Two in the living room where the second was on a shelf near the door, that one on horseback aiming his bow. There were two in the bedroom, one on the chest of drawers of a soldier with mace and shield while the other on the nightstand had sword and net. There was even one in the bathroom on the back of the toilet with axe and shield.

Sara mindlessly dried her hair with just the towel around her waist admiring the art pieces. From where she was standing it seemed every statue she could see was looking right at her.

"You know she's going to be really pissed at you when she finds out" Titus Paris said with a hearty chuckle. As he watched the busty princess on his monitor he knew his friend was playing another dangerous game.

Titus had watched her strip down and walk into the shower, her gorgeous body on display. Watching her soap up her DD breasts and that nice shapely ass had him about as hard as he'd ever been. And even as she dried her hair, just standing there while looking from side to side, she was up to now unaware her every move was on one of the cameras and being recorded. "You know her tits jiggle nicely when she dries her hair like that." the big man joked.

"Screw her if she doesn't like it." Alex grumbled. "There were no cameras in the VIP suite and she kicked me out before I could take the cameras off automatic."

"Spoken like a true brother."

Rather than get dressed right away Sara sat on the sofa. She had spotted her escort had one of those new state of the art video recording devises hooked up to his video. The machines used little metallic disks to store information. Where the old ones had discs a few inches across the new units used discs no bigger than a small coin. She picked up the remote control off an end table and pressed power on/off, not realizing it was already on. When nothing happened she pressed it again.

The devise had a few LED lights come on. She then reached for the remote for the video screen thinking why couldn't someone just one remote for all devises.

The young princess sat back with her right arm over the back of the sofa while pointing the remote towards the recorder with the other. She hit play then set the remote down to see what movie her so called half brother liked.

Sara's jaw dropped to the floor as the first images she saw were those of a young red headed girl bouncing on a man's cock while sitting on his lap on the sofa with her facing away from him and facing the camera. Her shock grew as she recognized the room as where she was. And she knew the girl that was getting her C-cup breasts manhandled. That was Amanda Gilford, daughter of Lord and Lady Gilford. And she was about Anara's age. As she leaned to one side and twisted her upper body to kiss her man Sara saw the big grin of Alex. "Are you kidding." Sara gasped in disgust.

Sara thought she hit stop just before tossing the remote to the side, only to have it skip to the next segment. "MMMMMM." the young girl moaned as she wrapped her arms around Alex's neck and kissed him passionately, his hands cupping the ass of the girl who had to stand on her toes to kiss him.

Sara recognized this girl as well. This one was one of her closest friends, Rebecca McDowel. She was the daughter of one of her father's top lawyers. The short brunette the same age as her had even bigger boobs, and Sara had caught 3 of her brothers ogling her. Sara dove for the remote and went to turn it off even as the giggling girl hastily stripped off her dress while almost racing towards the bedroom.

The recording jumped to the bedroom where her now naked half brother kissed Becky's neck. She had her long dark hair pulled to the other side as he stood behind her massaging her H-cup tits. Becky giggled in delight as Alex tossed her on the bed on her stomach.

Sara pointed the remote towards the devise, then stopped as she wondered why her friend never told her about this. Becky stopped and had a look of shock as Alex climbed on her back. Becky's head shot up with a look of shear terror as she shrieked "That's not.."

"I know." Alex chuckled as he lunged forward.

"AAAARRRRRAAAA." Becky screamed. Her face scrunched up and became beet red as the pain was clearly evident. "I've never." she grunted.

"Well at least I found one part of you that was still pure." Alex taunted.

"Asshole." Sara muttered as she watched her half brother seemingly rape her best friend's ass. Sara now couldn't turn off the recording, her interest was piqued. Sara did however hit fast forward.

Tears streaked Becky's face making Sara vow Alex would know that pain, but things changed. Sara returned the recording to normal speed after noticing her friend's face wasn't showing as much pain. It showed discomfort and Becky groaned as at this point Alex was on his back and Becky was on top, lowering herself onto his 8" cock. Sara watched in stunned amazement as her brother's cock vanished to his hairy balls inside her best friends ass, with Becky groaning while impaling herself. Her huge breast bounced as she fucked herself.

Sara fast forwarded to the next clip. The petite blonde was also known to her, not in person but she knew who the girl was. The young actress did shows meant for tweens, sort of like the Mickey Mouse Club on Earth. She had a voice much bigger than her 4'8" body and she could dance with the best of them. Marybeth Court was on her knees naked from the waist up. "I don't know." she whined as she looked up questioningly at Alex's smiling face looking back, his throbbing erect cock just inches from her lips.

"Just give it a kiss. That's all it is. Special kisses." Alex cooed to the girl Sara was stunned to quickly understand was as pure as new fallen snow, just like the characters she portrayed on the video.

Sara watched her half brother's eyes light up as he gazed down at the tiny girl's perky A-cups. His hands gently took her by the sides of her head and pulled her the few inches towards him. She pursed her lips and closed her eyes and Alex wore a big smile as the girl's lips made contact with his dick. "Now that wasn't so bad now was it?" he asked as Marybeth sat back on her heels smiling as she looked up hopefully at Alex.

"Like that?" she asked which had Sara remembering her first blowjob with the royal doctor. She too sat back after her first kiss of a cock and asked the same thing, in the same way.

Guys must have a handbook or something about teaching virgins to give their first blowjobs Sara thought as her half brothers response was the same as the doctor's. "That was good, but this time open your mouth a little." Alex cooed.

"Unbelievable." Sara muttered in disgust as moments later the girl touted in teen magazines throughout the empire as a idol to young girls and a model of purity was bobbing back and forth taking nearly half of Alex's cock into her mouth.

Sara fast forwarded again, this time to another young woman she recognized. This time the young granddaughter of General Mitchell was on knees and elbows and wore a mask of pain. The camera had a side view as Alex pulled back and his blood covered cock was picked up on camera.

"This is disgusting." Sara mumbled as she hit fast forward again. As the video quickly moved to the next conquest Sara noticed something else. The sex videos all took place in the captain's suite. And from similar angles. Sara's jaw dropped as she recognized the next girl as will. It was her stripping out of her clothes and walking into the shower.

"I'LL KILL HIM." she screamed as she hit stop and jumped up off the sofa. She clutched the towel she was drying her hair with to her naked chest realizing the cameras had to be in the statues. "I'LL DO WORSE THAN KILL HIM!" She screamed as a look at the statue by the video player showed it was looking at her again. The one by the door was also now looking at her and not where she was before.

Sara raced into the bedroom and slammed the door after learning the cameras had to be in the statues. They had to be in the statues' heads somehow and somehow automatically followed whoever was near.

"That dirty bastard." Titus Paris sitting on the bridge turned to Alex, who was sitting with his arms folded across his chest and miffed himself, heard the princess state angrily.

"Serves her right for being such a bitch." Alex curtly replied as he saw the disappointment in Titus' eyes as Sara used the towel that she had covering her chest to drape over one of the statues. Then she backed up to the other in the bedroom and used her other towel to cover that one.

"You handed her over to be raped."

"Whose side are you on?"

"You know whose side I'm on, but sometimes you need reminding when something's not such a good idea." Titus growled back. The big man then chuckled as the feed from one of the bedroom cameras went dead, and was quickly followed by the other.

"What the..?"

"I'd say she's busting up your cameras dude." Titus chuckled. Alex's half sister, if she was really his half sister and he wasn't just playing some kind of scam, had a temper it seemed.

"Does that spoiled rich bitch have any idea how much those things cost?"

Wearing just a terry cloth bathrobe, Sara angrily marched out into the living room and rolled her eyes as both statues were looking right at her again. "OOOOO." she growled as she charged the one near the door first, whacking it's head against the wall until it was decapitated and then yanking the wires out.

She then marched towards the one near the video screen. As she reached for it the ship was violently rocked. As she was thrown to the floor, sprawled on her back, the bathrobe opened enough for her left boob to pop free and the little soldier gave Titus the view of a life time. As Sara lay on her back with her legs spread wide there was the loud rumbling sound of an old battle cruiser dropping out of warp speed. "What the.?" Sara stopped mid question realizing the statues gaze was aiming right between her legs at her exposed twat. "Son of a.." her comment was suddenly cut off as she quickly closed her robe and the ship was violently rocked again.

Sara jumped to her feet and headed for the bedroom only to be knocked to the floor again as the ship was again rocked. She may not be the smartest girl in the empire, but it wasn't much of a stretch to know they were under attack.

Sara was thrown to the floor two more times before she made it to the bed and the clothes she had laid out before her shower. She was knocked down again, this time onto the bed, as she tried to put on her panties. Sara could hear the ship's blasters finally coming on line and firing back as she pulled the dainty lace panties up.

Deciding not to bother to even try and put a bra on she opted just for the slacks and blouse. Sara found herself knocked off the bed as she pulled on the pants. She then wasted no time racing for the door with just a few buttons done on her top.

Between the hits on the ship, Sara staggered towards the bridge while she finished buttoning her shirt. Having been in these ships before she knew her way. And in some ways these old ships were better than the newer ones. They were more heavily armored and with having to spin to produce gravity, the whereabouts of the bridge was almost impossible to be determined by an enemy.

The ship's rocking stopped just before she got to the bridge, as did the Red Wholl's firing back. "I thought we were friends." Alex whined as he and Titus flipped switches trying to reroute power through the damaged ship. His limited crew would be hard at work making repairs, but that would take time.

Princess Sara got a nasty look from the big man as she burst through the door. The bridge was a small cramped space in these older ships, barely big enough for the required staff of four. When in service the two front seats, side by side, would be the pilot who was usually the first officer and captain. Behind them and on either side, depending on the ship, were the tactical station and communications.

Sara sat at the tactical station after Titus gave her a look that said you better not say a word, she knew that look. That was a look her father gave her when she was a teen and a few times she had burst into his office to show him her new dress while he was busy with something he said was important. At the time she thought nothing could be as important as how she looked, but lately she had learned there were things a lot more important.

Over head and wrapped around the bridge were dozens on monitors. The ones directly in front of Titus and Alex showed three ships that Sara recognized as those used by pirates. A fourth screen had a smug chuckling fat man sitting in a captain's chair. "We are friends Alex..But business is business and Markson is offering a fortune for his pets return. Two hundred fifty million is a lot of money." Alex and Titus both turned and looked at the princess in a bit of awe. That was a fortune. "Now why don't you turn on your camera so we can talk face to face as it were and maybe we can come to an agreement that lets you keep that nice ship of yours." The man's face became angry and hard as he leaned forward and added bitterly "Your Highness."

Sara couldn't believe anyone would pay that much for a slave's return. Then it hit her. As her master he'd have power of attorney over her assets. With her father's death her sister Stara, once crowned, would inherit 90% of the family fortune. She and Anara along with surviving members of her brothers' families would split the rest. What Markson would get his hands on would be much more than two hundred fifty million.

"You knocked out my bridge cameras and I don't have the princess. You think I'm stupid enough to have her on my own ship that everyone knows?" Alex whined. It was a lie as Sara could see the green light indicating everything was fine with communications.

"Oh cut the crap Alex. Prepare to be boarded and searched."

"Sir, 4 small ships coming in from port at high sub-light speed." a voice off the screen called out, getting the fat man's interest.

"Who?"

"Don't know but they'll be here quick."

"How quick?" the fat man asked.

"Attention Anteran ships. This is sub-commander O'lar of the O'tean forces. " A blue face seen through a small opening of a helmet appeared on another video screen. The image was of her from the shoulders up, apparently wearing some kind of black space suit.

"This is none of your business." the fat man growled as the for fighters zipped in and took positions between the Red Wholl and the pirates, shields up to block any fire.

Alex wore a big grin as he eyed the computer read outs and the indicator lights. The O'teans would make a great distraction and his controls showed he could make a limited warp trip, just enough to get away. Alex looked up at the blue face and gasped "Thank the goddess your here. I'm a merchant just trying to make a living and I got jumped by these pirates."

"As far as I know piracy is illegal in any jurisdiction." O'lar announced with a stern expression.

"What, the four of you plan to arrest us? Like I said, this is none of your business. And besides, they have something that is very valuable to a friend of mine and I'm taking it back." the fat man barked.

On the screen a man jumped in and whispered something into the fat man's ear. A smile formed on his face for a second, but was gone as quickly as the other man. "They're up to something." Titus whispered. He and Alex had played cards more than once with Captain Harold.

"That could be in our favor." Alex whispered back. Captian Harold being distracted even more would shift the odds into his favor.

Sub-commander O'lar looked down at the green flashing light on her console, seemed the long range sensors on board her mother ship had been alerted they stopped for some reason and was checking on them. She pushed the button and said "O'lar reporting."

The split images on her communications screen were replaced by the face of a stern looking blue woman. "You have stopped with human ships. Why?"

Their mission was to search surrounding space at the edge of the mother ship's sensor range, they were on their way back with low fuel when they came across this little conflict. At a great distance a small moon or even an asteroid could hide a ship carrying those beasts so they were to check holes in the mother ship's sensor readings. "It seems a merchant was set upon by pirates."

"That is not our mission. Conflict between those primitives should be handled by them. Continue home without delay. Commander K'lin out." O'lar's screen returned to show the captain of the pirates and the four ships, the big ship seemingly drifting though her sensors showed it's power was being rerouted.

Captain Harold glanced to his right. His junior officer was a bit of a science geek, but he was okay anyway. In fact he had come up with a stroke of genus. Why just sell back the princess for 250 million when you can sell the technology of the O'teans as well. Anteran companies and even the government would be willing to pay a fortune to get their hands on even pieces of those ships. The circuits, the materials and even the fuel could all be sold.

His officer had checked his scans to determine the fighters used two sets of shield emitters. They had a shield area in the front and one in the back, but were open to an attack from the side. It was his conclusion they were designed for energy weapons like a more advanced ship would have. Captain Harold did have some of those, but he also had a good supply of the old fashioned and cheap projectile weapons. The ships could move or the shields could probably be relocated, but this situation was too much to let pass without at least testing the O'teans.

"A little more." Alex said cautiously. The way his ship was drifting there would be a clear path for him to ignite the engines and engage a short warp pulse. It wouldn't get them far, but far wasn't required. The Belshorn Asteroid field was not that far away. The vast field of large and small rocks would be just the right place to hide and make repairs. His ship was a lot bigger than Captain Harold's ships, but it was also a lot more heavily armored having been a former military vessel. His ship was built to survive in the asteroid field where the pirate ships weren't. And though most of the weapons had been removed he had been smart enough to retain the original heavily armored shell.

"NOW." Captain Harold yelled. "DAMN HIM" He yelled a second later as the Red Wholl's engines fired up and in the blink of an eye it was gone. His three ships fired several missiles at the same time. The Red Wholl had avoided an attack which would have completely rendered it helpless. Meanwhile each of the O'tean fighters was also targeted by 2 missiles each. The missiles were programmed as if they were trying to go around the shields of the O'teans and go after the Red Wholl, but as they were to pass the small craft they were to make sharp turns.

Sub-commander O'lar and the other fighters hit their engines to leave just as the missiles were fired from point blank range. Captain Harold was about to slam his fist down on his armrest before he instead had a smile form on his face and gave a hearty laugh. One of the ships had been hit. The missiles fired at the O'teans were not that powerful so as not to do as much damage, but they were more than enough to do the trick. Killing the pilot would be fine, but he wanted their technology.

The young O'tean soldier started to panic, but her training soon took over. Smoke and flames erupted from her control panel even as her automatic face shield deployed, sealing her off from the atmosphere of her small ship. Yet if she stayed she would die, the fire would spread due to the damage that included disarming her fire suppression system and the fuel cell would ignite in a huge explosion. She braced herself and pulled the two levers, one on each side of her seat.

"Have Jake follow Alex and have Dan get what's left of that ship. We'll get that pilot." the very happy fat man ordered. The ejecting pilot did him a big favor. The vacuum of space would put out the fire and the almost intact ship would be his to sell. As would the pilot. A male might bring a good price, but one of them blue alien women could fetch a fortune on the auction block. But he had to act fast before the others came back.

There was no need to chase after Alex at the moment. Before heading for Antera he'd have to stop and make repairs. Captain Harold knew this and he and even more pirate ships would be waiting. Two hundred fifty million was a lot of money, and though the idea ran counter to his greed, it was enough to share.

"Sh'car didn't get away." a voice informed O'lar. A quick look at her scanners showed the activated locator beacon in Sh'car's ejector seat. With more fuel she'd go back and guard her pilot until help arrived, but at the moment all she could do was inform her commander of the attack and have them send out a rescue shuttle.



"DAMN." Alex shouted in frustration as his ship was hit by a pair of missiles.

"Need help boys?" Alex and Tutus chuckled as another ship raced in to fire on the pirate ship and chased it off. The odds were everything. Where before The Red Wholl could have handled one or maybe even two of the pirate ships, 3 over powered him with a bit of surprise as they were hiding behind a small rogue moon. But now the odds were in his favor as an old friend jumped into the mix.

"How you doing Cal? It's nice to see you." Alex said laughingly as the pirate ship raced away.

"You know there are easier ways to make money. With the fleet off chasing those little monsters the ship graveyard is unguarded. The pickings are easier for scavenging than smuggling or pirating right now."

"How's that?" Titus asked in a happy tone, enjoying the fact they were rescued.

The big man wondered if it could get any better as Cal replied "My hold is full of blasters from old battle cruisers like yours. It took a few days to get them, but they'll fetch a small fortune at auction on one of the colony worlds. My crew can't wait until we get paid and can have some fun."

"WE'LL PAY YOU." Princess Sara shouted. Even she knew there would be more trouble on the way home. And a fully armed battle cruiser, even one this old, would be more than a match for a dozen pirate ships.



Princess Stara stood hunched with her hands on the balcony railing off her dad's office looking out over her garden, and her gardener. Beside her, also leaning on the railing was Captain Amanda Smith, the acting Captain of the Guards. And on the other side a woman the captain wanted the young queen to be to meet. Stara could see why her father had been interested in Amanda, the young woman was a stunner and no matter how many sweet words her gardener spoke she only hoped to grow into a woman that beautiful. She cut quite a form in her pressed dress uniform. And being as smart as the captain was even beyond hoping for.

In this get to know each other session most of the questions so far had come from the princess. She knew her father had produced a son with the captain, she had secret DNA testing done. But she had no details and the captain was reluctant to answer her questions. Amanda was dodging every touchy subject like a life long politician.

Stara blushed crimson red when the captain turned the tables. "So he's the one? Tall dark and studly?" a glance out into the garden where Oliver was working without his shirt. His sweat covered body glistening in the mid day sun.

"Wha?"

"It's the talk of the palace Your Highness. How many times does an attractive young princess have to tell her gardener what flowers she wants?"

Stara gasped and in a moment composed herself. "There is nothing going." Stara stopped mid statement as she glanced to her right at the big smile on the blonde beauty's face.

"You need to be more careful." Amanda calmly stated as if she were talking to her younger sister. It was okay to be sexually active, but a young woman in a mans world needed to retain respect. And respect was hard to come by for a woman considered easy, even if you are the queen. Even being the king's consort would garner sideways glances.

"Your starting to sound like Anara."

"Sounds like your sister loves you enough not to let you get out of control." Amanda stated as she glanced out at the young handsome gardener working with his father. If the stud wasn't the young queen's obsession she might be tempted herself to get him alone. As it was with him being in Princess Stara's eyes, even flirting with him would be off limits.

"Sounds like you both need to get to what needs saying." the other woman bluntly added. Major Elizabeth Carlson was a get to the point woman and Amanda hoped she could help the queen to be in her transitional phase between princess and queen as much as she helped her after her rape by the former king.

Stara had questions about this other officer as well. Though she had never talked to the woman she had been seen in the palace before. Older palace workers would bow slightly when seeing her. The former king had even shown her high respect. Respect Stara was learning came with being a long time consort to the king.

"Were you my father's.?"

"Grandfather." Elizabeth answered quickly. Where a king to be would be taught certain things his younger siblings wouldn't Elizabeth , with inquiries from Amanda, felt a need to step in and give the new queen information that would be otherwise hard to come by.

"I am Major Elizabeth Carlson and I served your grandfather. I now work under General Mitchell as Sub Director of Woman's Affairs in the space fleet." It was a long title, but Stara knew what her job was. When a female crew member or officer was unduly pressured for sexual favors, or was just plain raped, it was her office that investigated. It was expected for female members of the military to put up with pressure and advances from higher ranking members, but not from low ranking crew.

"She taught me a lot and if you listen she can help you too." Amanda added. She owed a great debt to the major and the major was one of her closest confidants.

"Okay, I'm listening." Stara replied as if she were bored already. But what did she have to loose? Listen to what the woman had to say then take the advise or not. The choice was still hers.

A bit cocky, but then she is the queen to be Elizabeth thought of the answer. "There is a reason besides staring at a good looking man I asked for the meeting in this room." the major stated as she stood up and walked inside.

Stara gave the woman a quick look over as she walked away. She must have been a stunner when she was young as well. The woman pushing 40 still had a fit figure and probably turned the heads of younger men as she walked by.

Elizabeth waited for the princess and Amanda to follow her in, then closed the double glass doors and the curtains. All the curtains in the finely appointed office were closed as the major moved to one side of the room while gesturing the younger women to move towards the fireplace on the other side. "Not every secret passage in the palace leads to the tunnels. Pull the torch holders on both sides of the fire place please."

Stara shrugged and thought why not. The torch holders, though no longer in use, were used to light the room in days gone by. The princess pulled the one on the left while Amanda pulled the other. When they didn't move or do anything the princess had a quizzical expression as Elizabeth smiled.

"The release is over here. Once triggered you have the count of 10 to get across the room and pull both levers." Elizabeth ran her hand along the underside of the chair rail until she found the right spot, then activated the mechanism. "Try now."

Stara was bit astounded as when she and Amanda pulled the levers the bookcase not far away turned on a central axis leaving enough room for someone to walk past on either side and into a tunnel behind it. Having to activate the levers and having just a count of 10 to find the actual triggers would truly make this passage hard to find by accident.

"Always make sure the doors are locked like they are now and always leave word with the guards outside that you don't want to be disturbed for any reason. And for your grandfather that included your grandmother."

That last part made the young princess snicker a bit. Her grandmother was said to be quite demanding some times. "Where does it go?" the young woman asked. The major had her full interest now. All her life she had been in this room barely a handful of times. Both her father and grandfather had considered this to be their sanctuary and were to never be disturbed just like the major had stated.

"Let's find out." the major chuckled as she led the way in. Just after the girls followed the bookcase automatically returned to it's closed position. But what really got Stara's attention was how quietly the bookcase moved. It barely made a sound at all. "Like getting to the levers, the time before the passage closes is also quite short.

Stara and Amanda followed the major through the well lit tunnel, obviously someone besides her father and grandfather and the kings before them knew of this passage. Electric lights ran along the ceiling and the stone floor looked like it was swept regularly. "This is how your grandfather would come to me in secret or I to him. A king may have his maids but sometimes they have a queen that doesn't like the idea." Elizabeth stated.

Stara remembered her grandmother. Her grandfather might have been king but she still ruled the house. She remembered how her grandmother when not in public would berate him regularly and thought that was why he was always locking himself in his office. It was also part of what she thought was the reason he gave up the throne to her father so he could spend more time with the solitude of his scientific studies.

The tunnel went a short ways, then down a few floors worth of stairs to what Stara figured was at least 10 feet underground. The tunnel went a ways, then up some stairs. "When you get here pull the chain."

Stara smiled brightly as the major led them out at a bookcase in one of the guest houses on the palace grounds that was backed up to the outer walls. A rarely used guest cottage, if you call a 3000 square foot house a cottage. "I would stay out here and your grandfather would come when he wanted my company. Guards would be posted outside for my protection, as he termed it, and to make sure we weren't disturbed." The major stated.

Stara wore a big smile. This place would be perfect. If she wished she could turn this building into a second gardeners house. After all Oliver was well past the age of living on his own. Make him the second gardener and put him in this cottage. It was a bit rich for a gardener, but then who would question her on this? And it wasn't like his father was capable of doing the job by himself anymore. There truly was a need for a second full time grounds keeper and gardener.

"To get back the system is the same. The release for the triggers is along this wall over here and the triggers are again the torch holders." The major pointed to a place near the stairs to the second floor as she spoke.

Stara thought Anara might not like her sneaking off to a relatively unprotected cottage, but she couldn't have much to say if Oliver were to come into the palace by this secret means. And if he could be quiet the leather sofa in the office would serve the purpose just fine. This would make her getting together much easier as she wouldn't need an excuse for him coming to her and no one would see him coming and going. Or know he was cumming if he could do it quieter.




"Welcome aboard the Black Sharge." the big fat man said nicely as Sh'car stood up from her seat on the pirate ship's small shuttle bay, the room was no more than 40 feet wide, 60 feet long and only 30 feet high. Without the proper technology two of his crew in primitive space suits came out and attached a tow cable to her ejection seat. There was nothing she could do to stop them as her ejection seat, which also contained her reserve oxygen, was pulled into the small ship.

Sh'car had no doubts considering these were pirates that her stay was not going to be cordial. As her seat was pushed into an airlock to be discarded she had no doubts she was their prisoner. The only reason for them disposing of the seat was they knew it had a homing beacon and didn't know how to turn it off quickly.

Sh'car stood at attention surrounded by over a dozen pale skinned hairy faced primitives that looked to have not showered in days. It wasn't much, but the only thing between her and them was her two part spacesuit. The outer black layer was made of a special and durable composite material for protection from the ravages of space should she have to eject as she just did. The inner part was a skin tight white pressure suit for high G maneuvers. "Pilot First Class Sh'car. One seven ooka dal three six four tal." she stated loudly and clearly.

"Huh?" one of the men uttered.

A round of laughter filled the landing bay as the captain loudly replied "Name rank and serial number you twit."

Sh'car swallowed hard as the whooshing sound of her ejection seat being set free caught her attention. That was quickly followed by the hum of the ship's warp engines coming on line. She was scared to death, but she was bound and determined they would never find out. In fact, she'd rather die before that dishonor.

Captain Harold eyed his prize. It was unclear if she was attractive or not in that spacesuit, but the two things that were clear were that she was taller than him and she was busty. The spacesuit might not be skin tight but it was tight enough to see she had a nice sized set of knockers. "We mean to be friendly. Why don't you take off your spacesuit and we can sit and have a nice chat, humm?" That spacesuit alone, in one piece, could probably buy him a good supply of missiles.

Yeah, right Sh'car thought. She might be on her first assignment but she wasn't born yesterday. These were pirates and not to be trusted. "Sh'car one seven ooka dal three six four tal."

"Boy's, get her out of that thing.Without ruining it." Patience just wasn't one of his gifts and he saw no point in waiting. There was no official treaty between her people and theirs so technically anything he did with her wasn't illegal, which meant she could be subject to any treatment from simply being held to dissection to learn more about her physiology. But all he was interesting in was pleasures of the flesh and how much money he could get from her.

Sh'car prepared to defend herself as over a dozen human males started moving in from all directions. The O'tean pilot found herself at an extreme disadvantage being out numbered greatly, the damn suit she was wearing limited her ability to move quickly and she really had no place to run to should she get past them. She knew nothing of the ship's design or their technology.

Struggle as she might, Sh'car found herself face down on the floor before she knew it. The men held her easily by piling on as one searched the connection between her helmet and suit. Captain Harold chuckled as his captive resorted to attempts at biting after her helmet was tossed to him.

"Get off you filthy beasts. I will kill you all." she bravely growled. As she was forced over onto her back. It took a strong man on each of her arms and two on each leg to hold her down while others figured out how to get her out of the damn thing. After figuring how to separate the gloves from the suit the boots became that much easier having the same zipper and tape set up. Sh'car made fists to keep her gloves, but her boots were not so easy and were the next things tossed to the captain.

The men were laughing and enjoying themselves as the blue woman wore herself out by struggling so hard. She tried desperately to buck a man sitting on her stomach off as he peeled away the airtight tape covering the zipper that ran from her neck to her crotch. "NNNOOO." she growled angrily through gritted teeth.

"Let's see them titties." one man called out, only to be disappointed as the zipper was pulled down to reveal the off white pressure suit underneath.

The men pulled and prodded their captive in their efforts, even resorting to pinching her tits and the occasional kick in the crotch to stop her struggles momentarily. Sh'car gasped for air after the third such kick. The break in her struggles enabling the men to pull her arms free of the suit, and to even get her gloves off.

The spacesuit was down to her waist as she was tossed around and manhandled to get the suit the rest of the way off. The huffing and puffing pilot stood up with a blood thirsty stare as the men finally got a good idea what she had to offer. Her heaving chest held a nice set of DDDs contained by a pressure suit so tight it molded to her breasts, tight and firm ass and her camel toed pussy. "I.will.kill.you."

"Yeah..yeah. Boys, the rest please." the laughing fat man stated. This action was rewarding in many ways. First and foremost it was getting the valuable merchandise. Secondly it was wearing the fairly tall alien woman out, by his estimates the captain figured her to be around 6'2" and in good shape. The third thing was being the captain of pirates it was good to toss your dogs a bone once and a while. Letting them strip the alien and feel her up would serve as a moral booster.

As his boys prepared the alien the captain took a moment to examine the spacesuit. Like his own people these aliens didn't have the old bulky suits from their early space programs. The suit he held was about as thick as a as a quilted blanket, but much lighter. It was seemingly made of several layers of fabric sewn together and he was sure some scientific based company would pay a fortune to get their hands on it.

Sh'car now free of her movement confining spacesuit readied herself for the next round. But she had tired herself too much already and was quickly on the floor again. There was no tape to hide the zipper this time. The one piece suit covered everything below her neck except her hands and feet. As she was held down on her stomach again the zipper that ran from under her left arm to her left hip was pulled down. Then as with her outer suit her pressure suit was wrestled off of her while the hands of privative males molested her body. She struggled with everything she had left as they mauled her breasts, butt and even her virgin pussy. Though she had lost her maidenhead to vigorous training she was still unknown to a man, O'tean or otherwise.

Sh'car gasped for breath as she was allowed to stand again. Her shoulders slouched and her legs seemed wobbly as the men stood back and enjoyed the view. She had a look of shock as the captain handed off the goods to one of the men and said "Thank-you. These items should fetch us some good money."

"Money?" the girl whined. This struggle was about money? Everything she had been taught in training about dealing with primitive male oriented societies suggested the male efforts would be aimed more towards breaking her will and humiliating her by rape. Her training was soon proven right as the captain eyed his panting captive and her DDDs topped by 1" diameter areolas rising and falling with each gasping breath.

As the man undressed Sh'car could foresee this next course of action. To prove his manhood and superiority he would now rape her without the help of his men. Not that his men hadn't done the hard work of exhausting her, but she was still bound and determined not to go down without a fight.

As the fat captain undressed, Sh'car took a moment to get an actual head count of the men forming a perimeter around her and guarding the single door to the landing bay. Besides the captain there were 16 men, two at the door and the 14 that undressed her. With that many escape would prove difficult, but there seemed no other choice but to try now.

Sh'car hid her terror well as the fat hairy man dropped his shorts to reveal a puny 9" cock sticking out from a thick patch of dark hair. The human beast seemed to have hair everywhere. Short black hair on his head, a thick black and grey beard and bushy eyebrows. And his arms, legs and body were also covered by the disgusting growth.

"Now it's time to get acquainted. A little inter-species hello." he chuckled. The sight of the panting tall blue woman with huge knockers standing as best she could to try and defend herself had the 372 pound nearly 50 year old about as hard as he'd been in years. She might be blue and tall, but she was also an alien and he never fucked no alien.

"I will fight to my last breath. I will cut your puny cock off and shove it up your ass." Sh'car growled defiantly.

The raucous round of laughter broke Sh'car's concentration for a moment. In her already weakened state she was no where near her best, but she was prepared to fight anyway. She saw no other choice.

As the tall blue woman turned her head for just a moment the hairy fat man moved in surprisingly quick. Though Sh'car saw him at the last moment it was too late. She tried to turn away and flip him, but his huge bulk barreled into her, knocking her to the floor with him crashing down on her. The force of him landing on her driving the air from her already winded body. Where a moment before her arms and legs were burning from her struggles, now her whole body ached. His crashing down on her might even have cracked a few of her ribs. She like all O'tean woman were built for abuse, but everyone has limits and being driven to a hard surface by a 370 pound beast was seemingly close to hers.

Sh'car instinctively rolled onto her stomach and scooted away. She was to her feet quickly and as she turned to face him was surprised how fast he was to his feet as well. But she had no idea how long she could keep it up. Her breathing was more controlled now, yet her muscles were already sore from the struggle to keep her spacesuit.

Ernest Harold wore a half smile as he studied his opponent. She might weigh a third of what he did and be winded already, but she was surprisingly strong and quick for a girl. And if not for the blue skin and purple nipples she could be one of the more beautiful women he'd encountered. He found himself wondering if he should sell this one, she'd make a good pet once properly trained. Then again his men would want their share of the payment for her value, which he was sure would be set high. Or he could let her join the crew, but that was something she'd have to earn.

The captain held his hands at the ready and moved in closer as he and the blue skinned woman circled each other. He knew she was probably trained in hand to hand combat, but he had a secret she didn't know. He was a champion wrestler in his younger days and one does not become captain by being liked, one has to fight for the position.

Sh'car thought she saw an opening and lunged forward. She quickly stepped to the right as she grabbed the hairy beast's left wrist, but as she spun into position to flip him he made his play. In the blink of an eye she was in a backwards headlock. He had her bent over backwards with her head against his right side as he applied pressure to her neck.

The men cheered as her huge boobs jiggled frantically as she tried to get free. Her legs were spread and the captain slowly turned, forcing her to move her feet to keep up as he squeezed her neck making her expend more energy. After giving every crew man in the circle a few good looks at the prize he suddenly released her. As she quickly stood up wondering why, he had already dropped low. "AAAnnnaaagg."

The men cheered as she dropped to her knees after the captain drove his fist up into her crotch, hard enough to lift her a good two feet off the floor. "Well one thing is clear boys." the captain joked as he stood back and laughed at his captive balled up on the floor holding her throbbing snatch. "Either her hymen is made of steel or she doesn't have one."

Sh'car gritted her teeth as she looked up hatefully at her tormentor. Like most O'tean woman she had lost her hymen to physical activity, in her case on the obstacle course at school. She had slipped and fallen on the thin wet wood board across the water filled pit. She wasn't the first, nor would she be the last, to end up painfully seated with one leg dangling on each side of that board some dubbed the woman maker.

Sh'car let her anger help ease some of the pain away. She pounded her fist into the floor, then put on a mask of determination before starting to stand. But that didn't last long. "Whoa?!?" The fast moving fat man came quickly at her from the side. Before she could react he was on top of her. Before she knew it he had hold of her neck and her left thigh. It was one quick blur as he rolled over her and was to his feet with her over his head. Sh'car silently prayed to the Great Mother as she was slammed to the floor with a loud bone crushing thud. It was all Sh'car could do just to get her arms up to protect her head. As she laid moaning and the wind driven from her lungs it was clear that if her ribs weren't broken before they were now.

Captain Harold looked down smugly at his handiwork and his men cheered and taunted the blue woman some more. Throughout his school years he had been undefeated and was planetary wrestling champion for his weight class. And though he was a bit out of shape he'd admit, he still frequented the gym to work on his strength and speed. His diet was another matter. Even after all these years the 48 year old would give any younger boy in the heavyweight class a run for the money. His lack of youth and loss of stamina was made up for by his experience.

As the blue woman looked up at him he could see in her eyes she was hurt. The fire was still there like a true warrior, but he and she knew her continued resistance would do nothing but injure her more and that was something they both didn't want. As it was he cut some of her value by possibly breaking the ribs she was clutching as she groaned on the floor.

His men laughed and cheered as he reached down and grabbed her by the ankles. He pulled her towards him as he pulled them apart, causing her to roll onto her back. "I will get my revenge." she growled defiantly as the fat hairy beast knelt between her legs. She wouldn't fight anymore. She would not submit willingly but physical resistance would get her nowhere. Though in her soul she'd rather die, she was sure if it came to it he'd have her held down while he did his vile deed. He had bested her and broken her body, but she still had her mind. Others would be looking for her, she just needed to hold on she told herself.

"Now that's a good girl." Captain Harold said as sweet as he could while he lined up his hard as a rock cock with the young blue woman's pussy. She clutched her left arm to her broken ribs on her lower left side and her right arm was placed across her chest as one weak final defiant move to deny him her tits. The captain chuckled as he easily moved that arm out of the way and placed her arm on the floor beside her. "Just relax and it will be over before you know it." he chuckled. After all, this was about his pleasure not hers.

Sh'car closed her eyes, for no matter where she looked she saw the lustful eyes of these dishonorable men. She refused to so much as whimper as he pushed his puny 9" cock into her. In two hard lunges his grotesque hairy nut sack was pressed against her asshole. She gave just a twitch of her face to show her displeasure as the beast's hands groped her DDDs. This had to be the most humiliating day of her life she thought, forced to be nothing more than pleasure toy for some hairy primitive animal.

Sh'car refused as much as possible to react to this indignity. His weight on her injured ribs was even less irritating than the feel of his facial growth as he nuzzled her neck. Her spread legs were bent slightly at the knees placing the bottoms of her feet on the floor. Her body slowly slid on the floor with each animalistic thrust and the grunt that accompanied it. Then there was the infuriating sensation of his beastly hairy body rubbing against hers.

The captain was a bit annoyed she wasn't wet. She was just damp enough to provide some lubrication, but he had fucked enough girls in his life to know she should be dripping wet by now. Then again she wasn't human. He also wondered why she wasn't crying or groaning from his size and wondered if she was some kind of alien slut or something.

When it was clear she wasn't going to struggle the captain took his weight off her. He sat back on his heels and held her by her hips. With her butt a few inches off the floor he sent ripples through her gorgeous DDDs as his men cheered. He had fucked girls with various sized assets over the years and he marveled at this blue woman's. Where a human girl with breasts this size they'd be saggy or even falling off to the sides. But these were standing tall on her chest like a human with B or C sized tits. He couldn't help but wonder if all their women had tits this nice and firm as he sought the rhythm that would make them shake the most.

As she clutched her sore ribs and her tits shook wildly Sh'car started becoming aware of moisture dripping onto her stomach and on her thighs. She opened her eyes for a moment and clenched them shut again. Just when she thought it couldn't get worse the big hairy beast's hair was matted to his body as sweat dripped off his face onto her. She silently preyed to the Great Mother to let her die for even an utterance of disgust would be akin to a sign of weakness. And as the other males cheered their captain, she forced herself not to puke.

After what seemed to be an eternity the beast released her legs and pulled out. She laid on her back clutching her injured ribs as his rutting into her made them hurt more. As she gasped for air thinking her ordeal was finally over she felt more moisture landing on her. She heard a loud groan and big droplets of warm moisture spattered on her stomach, tits and face. As she dared open her eyes again she was grossed out to see his standing between her legs stroking his puny cock. She couldn't contain the face of total horror and disgust as one last shot fired. And some getting into her gaped open mouth.

"AAAgg."Sh'car gasped in horror as she rolled onto her side and tried to spit the salty tasting expulsion out and rub the goo off her body. To her dismay and horror all her efforts did was rub it into her skin, and give the filthy beasts something else to laugh at.

The captain turned to grab his clothes one of the men was holding, then someone else piled the spacesuit on top. Sh'car watched hatefully as he walked away as if nothing had happed, dismissively. She was then even more horrified as he turned with a big smile. "If you wish you boys can enjoy her too.. . BUT DON'T HURT HER MORE. NO ONE IS TO VIOLATE HER ASS AND POSSABLY LOWER HER VALUE. AND UNLESS YOU PLAN TO PULL OUT, USE A DAMN CONDOM. I DON'T KNOW IF WE CAN KNOCK HER UP BUT SHE'S WORTH MORE IF SHE AIN'T PREGNANT." After his first sentence the captain had to shout to be heard, his men were already happily shuffling for position. He then turned and walked away after tossing his crew another bone.

Injured ribs and all Sh'car fought with everything she had left. She tried to get to her feet as fast as she could, but was quickly grabbed by dozens of hands and wrestled back to the floor. Her tits wobbled as she fiercely struggled like a wild animal, even resorting to biting. But in just a few moments it was clear she was just as helpless as she was before. A man held on to each of her wrists and others held her ankles. They pulled her out in four directions causing great pain in her broken ribs as the first man stepped between her legs, but his stay was short as a slightly bigger man placed his hand on the first man's shoulder and loudly proclaimed "This train starts behind me."

"And why is that?" the first one asked with annoyance.

"Because I'm the engineer." Sh'car had no idea why the group busted out in raucous laughter after the man's statement, but the it really didn't matter.



After her video conference the O'tean empress returned to her office. It was late at night and normally she'd be in bed, but the excitement of possibly being able to banish her cousin was just too much to let her sleep. With them being cousins, dragging T'nel's name through the gutter would reflect badly on the empress. And where there was evidence to support the idea T'nel along with the little human were somehow the ones that killed Barbas and saved their civilization there could be a big public outcry in her favor. To the empress the only course was to push the matter of her cousin's taking of the captive alien, her tampered logs and as a little topper Z'lar would face no punishment as well. The big titted bitch would be allowed to retire with honor.

"STOP.STOP." Shouts from the guards brought the empress' attention out of her daydreaming. Blaster fire lasted for several shots then stopped.

The empress started racing for the back door wondering how anyone made it this far. The guards outside her door were more ceremonial as everyone was searched when entering the palace. The doors burst open before she made it half way, then honor stopped her dead in her tracks. The empress couldn't allow herself to be shot down while running away like a coward.

A cautious smile came to the empress' face as she knew the intruder. Retired Commander Sh'cha was the teacher of hand to hand combat in her day. Though older she was still in good shape and by the look of the twin holsters with blasters on her hips she had disarmed one of the guards somewhere in the palace. Presumably close by as others would have sounded alarm upon seeing her armed. "They're just stunned." Sh'cha growled about the six guards laying on the floor out in the hallway.



T'nel awoke quickly as the warning alarm sounded. After she and Mae finished shopping they boarded the shuttle, programmed the auto pilot and went to bed. The cramped shuttle had just two seats and a small bed in the back where she and Mae were snuggled up together.

As Mae awoke T'nel sat in the pilot's chair and curiously looked at the pile of data being transmitted directly to her by sub-space link. Mae saw concern on T'nel's face as she quickly typed commands into the ship's computer. "What's going on?" the human whined. By her estimate they should still have a good 4 hours before they needed to get up.

"The granddaughter of one of the empress' oldest friends was on a routine patrol when her fighter was hit by fire from a human ship. She was forced to eject, but her ship couldn't send out a rescue shuttle as they had to race to engage another Swarm ship. We've been instructed to change course and retrieve her." T'nel said warily. Something was very wrong. First and foremost was that the young pilot's shields should have automatically shifted to block weapons as primitive as those used by the humans. But what worried T'nel the most was the nagging question as to why this mission was being sent directly to her.

T'nel sat back in her seat with a worried expression. The shuttle did have limited shields and armaments, and with superior speed was more than capable of matching up with one of those human ships. But why her and with just a shuttle and with Mae along? And why would the high command send this communication just to her with the empress' own seal?

What made matters worse was seeing the latest scans from the pilot's ship, scans that suggested the humans might have already retrieved her. T'nel had a bad feeling what awaited the young pilot if they had taken her. Males of primitive male oriented species tended to exhibit the same base behavior when capturing an alien female, sexually testing the woman. To T'nel one thing was clear, if she had been taken she had already been sexually assaulted.

As Mae came and sat in the copilot's seat, T'nel read the name and her eyes shot wide open. The young soldier was far from the best in her class and was probably pushed through on her family's reputation."What is it?" Mae asked.

T'nel stared mesmerized at the screen. "Years ago, before taking the crown, the empress had been kidnapped and sold into slavery. The missing pilot's grandmother was the one who rescued her and brought her home."



"So you're the princess huh?" Sara looked on with the first officer of The Voyager as the Red Wholl was docked with the other ship and piece of junk after piece of junk was brought aboard. Hannah Port was a fiery redhead about the same size as herself Sara noticed. She also had the gift of a nice set of frontal assets herself. But Hannah's were seemingly as hard as steel. It was quite clear in her man's shirt that was tied between her DDs, but otherwise left open, that she wasn't wearing a bra yet her boobs had almost no sag. It was like they defied gravity. Sara silently mused it was like a man could punch them and break his hand.

But then the rest of her was that hard too. She had six pack abs and toned beyond belief arms and legs. And even as she walked around in that top and a pair of shorts that hugged her equally tight ass, not one man on either crew would so much as look at her funny. But even in the great shape she was in she had maintained her femininity. She was tight all over yet still had her womanly curves and hadn't become over muscular and bulky.

When the doors opened Sara noticed she seemed awfully warm and friendly with Alex and Titus. Both men getting warm embraces and passionate kisses from her as she wrapped her arms around their necks, and she seemed alright with both of them grabbing her butt as she kissed them. Sara wondered just how good their friendship was.

"That's the story." Sara replied as piece of crap after piece of crap was brought on board. It was quite clear getting the Red Wholl it's teeth back wasn't going to be a quick fix. And it wasn't easy getting Hannah and her captain to sell this crap on credit. Once she got home and her share of the family fortune she was going to need to write one big check.

As if reading her mind Titus grinned as he walked by and stated "Don't worry. With their crew and ours we'll be fully armed in a day or two."

More like a month or two in at a well equipped space station, Sara thought. But then she had never spent time with men like these who had to do everything fast and on the fly. It was knowing how to get things done and done quickly that made them successful.

"And we can get it done. I promise." Alex said as he followed Titus. They both knew she had concerns after offering a small fortune for all this stuff, sight unseen. But with a fully armed battle cruiser the trip home would be that much faster without having to dodge patrols of pirates and bounty hunters all looking to turn her back over to Markson.

"You know..He's really not such a bad guy once you get to know him." the grinning redhead stated while out of the corner of her eye she checked out the princess close up. Like most people she had seen the rape on the video and the pay per view reenactment put on by Markson. And she had to admit the princess was one fine piece of woman that she wouldn't mind getting her hands on herself, either alone or with a man in a threesome. Since this whole outrageous thing began she wondered what royal pussy tasted like. She had even replayed the video or Markson's show when alone in her quarters a few times and masterbaited, what she wouldn't give to have those royal tits in her hands for real.

Sara was trying to play it cool as she watched the men at work, she had no idea Hannah was sizing her up. She had no idea some women looked at her the way most men would, with lust. Sara had her arms folded across her chest inadvertently propping up her braless boobs in that button down shirt where she couldn't do the top two buttons. With her focus on the crap she bought she had no clue Hannah was staring right down at her orbs while holding back the strong urge to just grab that shirt and rip it open.

"Sir.Ma'am.you need to see this." One of Captain Worski's men came running with a concerned expression getting Cal's and Hannah's interest, Titus and Alex by now were too far down the hallway carrying parts of blast cannons.

"Calm down Calhoon." Hannah grunted even as the young man in his early 20's came to a halt and stood at attention. "This ain't the military, you twit. Just tell us what's wrong." Hannah sounded a bit frustrated after having to stop her fantasizing.

"They got one..They're going to sell her.Maybe." the young man gasped.

"Got what? Sell who?" Hannah asked. On a scavenger ship you don't always get the best and brightest, but somehow she figured they could do better than this moron.

"Captain Harold got one of the blue aliens and he might sell her." the young man stated.

"WHAT?" Sara's shriek was heard halfway to Earth. When your trying to make new friends like her sister was with the O'teans, selling one wasn't putting your best foot forward.

"Captain Harold hasn't decided yet, but he'll be showing her off on the stage at the Harem Club the notice stated, Ma'am."

"Harem Club?" Princess Sara asked.




It was un-warrior like, but Sh'car did it anyway. After her exhausting ordeal she had been tossed into this cell and was asleep in no time. Now she was awake and clutched the pillow to her face and sobbing like a baby. Beast after beast had violated her. Those that were there at the beginning had left after their turn and were replace by others of the filthy animals from elsewhere aboard the ship. She had lost count somewhere around the 40th animal as she was humiliated over and over. Some had even forced her onto all fours and made her do it like she was some kind of animal. Then to add insult to injury, instead of spraying their primitive goo on her like they had been doing some instead stuck their puny cocks in her mouth and forced her to swallow it.

Sh'car felt sick to her stomach, and it wasn't even from the jizz she had to swallow. No, it was the fear her family would find out what happened. Her grandmother saved the empress and her mother died a hero's death as did her great grandmother. Yet here she was reduced to nothing but a primitive's sex toy. If she was ever rescued and the truth came out she'd never be able to show her face in public. Even her grandmother's great deeds would be tarnished by this. She was from a line of heroic women, but she was a failure.

She heard the door to her cell unlock. She forced herself to stop crying long enough to look and see the ship's doctor walk in. At least she thought he might be the doctor, he had a stethoscope around his neck and carried a little black bag. She also recognized he was one of the men that raped her.

"Well, let's take a look at you shall we?" Doctor Williams was in his 60s and in his 30+ years as a pirate he had stocked away enough cash to retire well. But after getting his share for this alien there would be that much more. Maybe even enough to get a nice beach cottage for him and his young wife.

Sh'car sighed as she slowly rose to sit on the edge of the cot. At least she was cleaned up before being tossed into the holding cell she told herself. Even if they did push her into a corner and hose her down like a farm animal. At least their goo was off of her.

With two guards posted outside and the cage locked again the old man approached her cautiously with a smile. "I am the ship's doctor. The captain would like it if I examine you." He could see the deep purple colored patch on her left side, yet it was odd she was no longer clutching her ribs. There was also a good amount of discoloration in her groan area, but it was much less than when she was put in the cell.

"Do I have a choice?" Sh'car's tone was one of frustration mixed with anger. She had been helpless to stop her life from being destroyed. The fat captain raping her would be an embarrassment when she got home. A whole ship's crew would be a planetary wide humiliation.

"I promise it won't hurt a bit." the older man stated as he pulled a small devise from his black bag. The state of the art portable X-ray machine would give them an idea as to how bad her ribs were injured.

Sh'car sat still as the man placed a devise about the size of a smart phone gently against her broken ribs. The doctor had a quizzical expression as the images appeared on the screen. "Odd..Very odd. Those ribs seem half heeled already." The scanner showed she had 3 broken ribs, yet they were heeling extremely fast. It would take a human a couple of weeks to show that amount of progress.

"O'teans heel faster than most species." was all Sh'car would say in her despondent tone.

To doctor Williams it was quite clear, and understandably so, that his patient was depressed after the fun in the landing bay. But that was okay for now. No matter which choice the captain made regarding her fate, breaking her spirit would be required. He put the X-ray devise back in his bag and put the stethoscope into his ears. Not that he could really tell if there was anything wrong with her heart having never examined an alien, but he was here and how could he pass up on a chance to sample her tits again. This time with them not covered with the cum of a dozen men.

Sh'car sat idle as the primitive man put the other end of his listening devise to her back in several spots. He then did the same in the front, spending a lot of time pressing the devise into various areas of her breasts. Sh'car had more than a feeling he was just taking advantage of her, but at the moment she had nothing left to loose. Her life was over now. Even when he put the stethoscope in his bag and made a long examination of her breasts with his hands she sat idle. The pinching and tweaking of her nipples she overlooked. There was no where to go and all kicking his ass would do is get her punished and possibly gang raped again. It was better to endure this small indignity than to face the much larger she already had once more, what was left of her pride said in the back of her head. She should save any efforts when she determined her best chance of escape. But then what? Going home totally humiliated wasn't a viable option.

As the man stood up to lave he asked "Is there anything I could get you? Are you hungry?"

Sh'car was a bit hungry and would be more so in time. In her despair she had overlooked the fact these people probably had nothing safe for her to eat. She would starve to death or give in and risk eating something that would kill her. "I think it's better I not eat your food. It could make me sick or kill me." she sadly stated. But she also knew as her hunger pains grew those concerns would give way and she'd try to eat, knowing if their food was poisonous to her the death would be quicker than starvation. There was also the fact that the longer she went without food the weaker she'd get which would reduce any chance at escape that might pop up. She then looked at the bars to her cell and the men that had been ogling her since she was placed inside. "Could you bring me something to wear?"

The doctor followed her gaze to the chuckling men. From what he heard these blue people didn't wear clothing, but if that was what she wanted he saw no harm in it. But it would need to be men's clothing where there were no women on board.




"Absolutely not." Alex stated firmly. He, Titus, Cal and Hannah were all in the conference room with Princess Sara and were all in agreement against the princess' idea. The dim witted princess seemed to think they should try and rescue the alien, and she was even more aggressive in her assertions when she found out Markson had been making inquiries.

"We need everyone here to get the weapons installed and on line." Cal stated as if he'd consider it if they weren't busy.

"I'll go." Sara insisted. She was of no use installing the weapons, and she was mad as hell that Markson might get his hands on the blue woman. Pictures of her on the landing bay of the pirate ship had been sent out on the computer network to garner interest and Sara could see why a man like Markson would be interested. She was young, attractive and had big tits. Sara was sure if Markson got his hands on her she'd be getting raped in one of his shows just like he did to her. And with how mad she was at the man she'd die if it meant denying him this prize. He ruined her life and keeping this prize from him would be just the start of her revenge.

"You!?" Alex replied laughingly. "You can't even wipe your own nose."

"There's no need to be indignant Alex." Hannah scolded. As a woman she had been subjected to her own share of abuse. Sold into marriage by her father when she was young to an older man that physically and mentally abused her. He would come home drunk and slap her around, then rape her. Sometimes in her ass. Finally she had had enough and while he was in a drunken stupor she slit his throat and ran off, catching a ride from a group of smugglers to get her someplace safe. Alex and Titus saved her life for she surely would have been executed for what she did. Now they were like brothers, brothers with benefits sometimes.

"You can't possibly be taking her side on this?" Alex whined. Titus on the other hand knew to keep his mouth shut when Hannah got involved.

"I'm not taking sides. I'm just saying the Harem Club is on Kax and is right on the way. Someone could go ahead and try and get a micro transmitter to the girl. If she's moved we'd know where." Hannah stated.

"You can't be serious. And we need everyone here." Cal stated in support of his best friend and getting a dirty look from his first officer.

"Then I'll go with the princess and."

"Whoa..No way. We were sent to bring her home and she's not going anywhere until we get her home." Alex shrieked, an uncharacteristic crack in his cool façade.

"We get in and pass off the transmitter, then get out. That's it. When Captain Harold tries to leave with her you head him off in a fully armed battle cruiser and offer him the same deal he offered you. Hand her over and keep his ship. It would take a dozen pirate ships to pose a threat to The Red Wholl with all it's teeth." The trip would leave her alone with the princess and for a woman that liked girls as much as men it could turn out to be fun. She would probably never get another chance like this to get her hands, and lips, on a high royal. And one with a body like Princess Sara's to boot.



An hour or so later, half of that time being spent on arguing, the giggling girls sat in the cock pit of a small sized transport ship Captain Worski had and was going to put up for sale. They story line would be Hannah had come on ahead to start the paperwork and do a little shopping. Princess Sara was so giddy when Alex started considering the plan that she didn't see the men's faces when Hannah was asked how she was going to get the princess in unnoticed and she replied she had it covered.

Sara would for now ignore the fact they had this transport. This particular one was one of five built as test ships for a new artificial gravity system. The ships were mothballed when it was determined the technology wasn't workable for larger craft and thus unusable by the military so the project funding was cut until the researchers made significant progress. This ship in working order as it was would surely bring a good price.

As they transitioned into warp speed Hannah contained her giddiness long enough to calmly ask "Are you clean shaven down there?"

"Wha.What?" The shock in the princess' voice was sweet Hannah thought, especially coming from someone the whole empire had seen naked. But Hannah couldn't remember if on the video the princess was clean shaven or not.

Hannah had to play it cool, like it was all just business for the seduction to work. "We're going to have to disguise you and changing your hair color is part of the plan. We can't have you walking around with a carpet that doesn't match the drapes, so if it's not gone go into the bathroom and get rid of it."

"How's anyone.."

"You never know when doing something like this. If anyone gets a glimpse of your true hair color you could be back in Markson's hands within a day." Hannah was quick to reply. The plan was formulating in her head as she set the auto controls, if all went well she'd have a taste of princess pussy before they got there. The princess wouldn't be the first naïve girl she'd seduced, but she'd be by far the one with the highest status. "Now go into the bathroom and get that area clean. Then strip down and put on the bathrobe so we can color your hair."

A short time later the princess, wearing nothing but a bathrobe was bent at the waist over the bathroom sink. There was no real reason why the princess had to be naked under the robe other than for Hannah's own enjoyment. So what if they ruined a bra or even her panties with a bit of brunette hair coloring, it wasn't like they couldn't get more.

Sara on the other hand saw no problem being naked or nearly naked around another woman. Having grown up being serviced by hand maidens she had come accustomed to being undressed or semi dressed around other women.

As the princess moved around the bathrobe slipped open a little more by the minute. "Okay, stand up." Hannah stated as she grabbed a bath towel. She wore a big grin as the robe was open enough to give her a nice clear view of the princess' hairless pussy in the mirror as she wrapped the towel around Sara's head. "We keep it covered until the timer expires and you'll now be a brunette."

Next Hannah set the princess' hair in curlers to hide her identity even more. Sara sat with a bit of confusion as Hannah dug through a bag of stuff to find her something to wear even though a bunch of stuff from her quarters was hastily put on the ship. "But I have some pretty nice clothes." the princess stated with a bit of a whine.

Hannah had a big grin the princess couldn't see. She and the others knew the one comical part of this whole plan the princess didn't. "There are only three ways a woman gets into the Harem Club. Either as an employee, but we don't have time to teach you how to serve drinks or dance they way you'd need to dance." Though she'd love to see the princess do a strip tease there just wasn't time to refine her moves, though it would be fun working on that with her. "The second is as a slave, either for sale or attending to her master or mistress." Hannah stated as she found what she was looking for.

"What's the third?" Sara asked where she wasn't particularly liking the other ideas.

"You prove your as tough as any man by wiping the floor with one of the doormen." Hannah stated with a hint of grit as she stood up holding a pair of pink harem pants in her right hand and a small box in her left. Three years before the 28 year old had earned her entry the hard way, but before that this was what she had to wear when visiting with Cal.

"You've got to be kidding." The outfit was just pants, and they were basically see through except the part that would be around her waist and cover her crotch.

"No.This is what I had to wear until a couple of years ago." Hannah replied as she placed the pants over the arm of the sofa and sat down next to the princess on her left holding the box. "To get in you will wear a slave collar attached to a leash, since this is one of your first visits you will be required to be leashed. And you will wear these." Hannah explained as she opened the box to show the princess the pair of glittery golden pasties about an inch and a half in diameter.

The shocked expression on the princess' face was priceless to Hannah as she gasped and asked "And what are those for?"

How the princess acted in the next few moments would tell if this mission was off or if Hannah was going to get the fun she was hoping for. Calmly Hannah stated the facts. Kax has a strict dress code, and so does the club. Unless you are performing on stage the club will expect any slave or employee of the club to adhere to their codes. The law requires your areolas to be covered and the club rules state that they are to be covered just enough to stay within the law."

"What!?"

"It's either this or we will turn back now because it's the only way your getting in." Hannah stated flatly as she hoped beyond hope the princess would go through with the plan. "It all depends on you and how bad you want to keep her out of Markson's hands."

Sara hated the idea, but she was extremely angry with Markson. And she told herself that every man in the empire had seen her naked by now anyway. And there was no way she was going to beat a doorman in a fight. If they were going to save the alien she'd need to wear the skimpy get up. "Fine, I'll wear it."

"You don't sound convincing. If we're going to pull this off you need to be fully committed." Hannah stated as she fought hard to contain herself. "It's not just the alien whose freedom is at stake. If someone catches on you'll be back in Markson's hands before you know what happened. And I'll end up handed over to the authorities on Antera and face execution."

Sara thought of what would happen if she were turned over to Markson, then she registered the last part of Hannah's statement. "Why would you be executed?" The princess' tone was one of deep concern.

"I was sold into marriage as a young girl to a much older man, in his 50s. He would come home late at night drunk and beat me and rape me. When I couldn't take it any longer I killed him and ran off. If it weren't for Alex and Titus I would have been hanged. Like I said, they're not such bad guys once you get to know them" A bit of sorrow and misery to aide in the seduction would go a long way, and the fact it was truthful made it that much easiest to keep her facts straight. By now the princess had closed her robe and it would take a little effort to get it open again.

"How awful. And Alex delivered me to Markson so I think I still owe him for that." The princess replied.

"I'm sure he had his reasons."

"So he says. Lame reasons, but reasons. But I still will make sure he never does anything like that again." Sara was deadly serious with her statement. At the same time she wondered what if anything she could do for Hannah once this was over. And if they goy away with it. It was a big gamble that could get her back into Markson's hands, but then who would think she'd do something like this right after being recued?

"Enough of that. We need to make sure you know how to act in any situation. It will take the better part of the day to get there which leaves us just enough time to go over a few things."

"Huh?"

"You are a slave and especially in such a public place will need to act like one and be treated as one. Rule one. You only speak when asked a question, then only if I ask it of give you permission to answer someone else. Your answers will consist of yes Mistress or no Mistress. If I allow you to answer someone else you will always address them as ma'am or sir."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously." Hannah replied. "And you can start now for the practice so your less likely to screw up once we get there."

"Okay?"

"Not Okay. It's yes Mistress, not even okay Mistress. It's yes Mistress and that's it. Now say it..Or we can just go back and wait for them to finish to armament process." Hannah stated firmly.

The last thing Sara wanted to do at the moment was give up. She had already colored her hair and she was sitting there in curlers. "Yes Mistress." she said like she had expected her servants at the palace to answer her.

"No, add a hint of sadness. Your serving not of your own free will. Your a new slave who isn't totally broken in yet."

"Broken in?"

"Broken in, Mistress." Hannah said snappishly. For a princess that had the best tutors she wasn't too bright went through Hannah's mind. But then that could help with what she had in mind.

"Broken in, Mistress?" Sara asked trying to sound a bit sad and curious.

"Better. You'll need to be a new slave and I'll reply if asked to lease you out that you're new and I wish to enjoy you more first." Hannah replied.

"Lease me out? . Mistress?" Sara asked. But she remembered mistress this time, though a bit slow.

"Better. Slaves are expensive for most of us. To recoup a master or mistress will allow others to have sex with their slaves for a cost depending on how good looking and new the slave is. I can tell you right now some of the men in that club will be offering substantial sums to be one of the first after me to have sex with you."

"After you?"

Hannah groaned. "After you, Mistress" She grunted in mock frustration. "We have to make them think I want you for sex. And we need to act like slave and mistress." she explained.

"How..How Mistress?"

Hannah sighed and let the near slip go. "There are subtle ways to send signals to would be renters. First you will be seated as close to me as possible. My arm will either be around you or my hand will be on your thigh. Take off the robe and I'll show you."

"What?" the shocked princess squeaked.

"What, Mistress?" Hannah snapped quickly. "Now take off the robe and move up right next to me." she said in a commanding tone.

Hannah could see the wheels turning in the princess' head, but said nothing about her not verbally replying in the proper manner with a yes mistress as she slowly stood up and slipped off the robe. Instead she hid her giddiness as the robe dropped to the floor and she got a close up look at the princess' tight backside. Busty girls like she and the princess had a tendency to have big butts to go along with their big boobs. Hannah had worked out a lot to keep her boobs high and firm and her butt tight and round. The princess' ass though not as tight as her own was still small for her boob size and her boobs were softer looking with a gentile sag which she already knew form the video.

Sara reluctantly sat down next to Hannah with her right arm across her chest and her left hand hiding her freshly shaved pussy. Her face was a crimson red as she complied with Hannah's wishes. "No, closer." Hannah corrected as Sara was a few inches away.

As Sara scooted over a bit Hannah again corrected her with "Yes, Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress." Sara softly replied as Hannah wrapped her right arm around her shoulders. In her mind Sara was asking herself shouldn't she be wearing the harem pants and the pasties like she would be wearing at the club.

But Hannah wasn't about to wait for the princess to catch up. "Your hands will either be at your sides or on the table in front of us. At no time will you cover yourself or face punishment."

Sara slowly dropped her hands down. Her right rested on the sofa, but sitting so close to Hannah her hand rested on the other girls bare thigh. After Hannah cleared her throat loudly the princess answered with the proper "Yes Mistress." Sara also was wondering what was meant by punishment. But she'd ask that at another time, like when she was dressed.

Hannah slipped her arm down behind Sara's back and slipped her hand between the princess' arm and body to rest her hand on her lower ribs. "Most of the time my hand will be like this, but if a man or woman looks like they will come over and want to rent you my hand will move up to show your mine and I'm not willing to let go yet."

Sara's whole body jerked and her eyes shot wide open as Hannah's right hand slid up quickly to cup her big right tit. "What the?" the princess shrieked as she was on her feet quickly with a horrified expression.

"I'll set the computer to take us back." Hannah stated with a heavy sigh as she stood up and started her walk towards the cockpit.

"Wait." Sara squeaked stopping Hannah in her tracks with a big smile the princess couldn't see as her back was already to the princess.

"Wait what?" Hannah asked as if she were bored to hell with having to remind the princess. Sure it was needed, but she was enjoying this immensely as everything was going to plan.

"Wait Mistress..Please wait Mistress." Sara replied with hope in her voice. Hope Hannah hoped to capitalize on.

Hannah wiped the smile from her face before turning around to give the princess a stern look. "This isn't a game. Our lives and freedom as well as that alien's depend on you being able to pull this off." she growled.

Sara cringed. She wanted so badly to deny Markson this prize she was willing to do almost anything. It was like someone else was speaking as she whined "I'm sorry Mistress. You caught me off guard. I will do better Mistress."

"I guess I could see where it might have unnerved you, but we need to go over this so you know how to react when it's for real." Hannah grunted as she walked beck to the sofa and sat down again.

Sara swallowed her pride as she sat down right up against the pretty and well built redhead. She forced herself to stay calm as Hannah wrapped her arm around her body and cupped her big right tit once more.

Hannah had all she could do not to scream for joy at the top of her lungs as she gently gave the princess' boob a few squeezes. "Doing this should tell most men you are not available, but if one is persistent then a more aggressive display would be called for."

"Yes Mistress." Sara replied as Hannah's right hand squeezed and massaged her right tit. Sara let out a small whimper after just a few seconds of Hannah's manipulations. A whimper Hannah was happy to hear. Sara could feel a difference in how everyone else had touched her breasts, like they were milking a cow. Hannah's though were strong yet gentile. It was like she knew exactly what felt good.

Hannah held herself back. She wanted so much just to force the princess down on her back and bury her face in that royal snatch, but it was way too soon for that. "Now if my arm is not around you it will be on your thigh to start."

Sara sat as still as possible and forced herself to stay that was as Hanna placed her hand on her inner thigh about half way between the knee and her crotch. "In this case if a man starts coming towards us my hand will move up like this."

Sara took a gasping breath as Hannah's hand slid up to cup her sex. She cringed and bit her lip as the redheaded beauty held a firm, but not to firm, grip. "Are you okay?" Hannah asked as the heel of her hand applied gentle pressure to the princess' clit.

"Yes mistress. I'm fine Mistress." Sara gasped. Her body was stiff and she so badly wanted to jump up again, but she was sure that would be the last straw and they'd be going back for sure this time. Sara knew this was so wrong as waves of pleasure were sent through her body.

"Very good." Hannah stated as if she were just doing what needed to be done. "Now like before if the man is persistent a more aggressive display like this will send the message."

"By the goddess!" As smile formed on Hannah's face as the princess' head snapped back when she vigorously started rubbing her womanhood. The princess' DDs bounced as her breathing became raspy and Hannah had a strong feeling of satisfaction as the royal pussy became wet quickly. A loud sloshing sound filled the small cabin, then just as Hannah sensed the princess giving in she stopped and pulled her hand away.

"Now let's go over it again." Hannah said calmly as the princess' eyes fluttered. She bit her lip as the somewhat bewildered princess returned to a normal sitting position and she made a concerted effort to look like she was breathing normally. "Are you with me."

"Er..ah...Yeah.Yes Mistress." Hannah wrapped her right arm around Sara again, the princess subconsciously moving her arm out of the way for Hannah's pussy juice soaked right hand to again cup her tit.

"A little faster please on the yes Mistress." Hannah stated as the princess struggled with her breathing. "We'll need to work on that a bit more." Hannah held the princess' tit in a firm grip and enjoyed the feel as she got the sense she took the princess closer to the edge of orgasm than she had planned. As Sara's breathing started to calm down Hannah went over things again. "You will be seated by me like this if a man looks like he's coming to ask about having sex with you. If he doesn't honor this signal I become more aggressive.'

Sara bit her lip again as the princess' head snapped back again as her hand again started expertly massaging her breast. "Understand?"

"Mmmm.Yesss Misstressss."

"Better." Hannah said with a happy lilt. This was going much better than she hoped it would be, but then again the princess had already had some training at the hands of Markson. Hannah had little clue as to what that training entailed, but she was sure the princess' breasts and pussy had come accustomed to being touched. Though she had never met the man personally she had heard stories. Stories that mentioned how new and important slaves were handled in the Markson household. How Mrs. Markson would also take time to inspect the new acquisition.

After letting the princess enjoy her breasts being manipulated for a few minutes Hannah again released the tit and brought her right hand back around to rest on Sara's inner left thigh. From there she slid it up her leg without a word to cup the princess' sex again, and again applied gentle pressure with the heel of her hand to the blushing princess' now engorged clit.

"Nnrrggggaaa." Sara's head snapped back and she arched her back to the point her butt was off the sofa. The sloshing sounds of Sara's dripping wet pussy being vigorously massaged filled the small space ship. Hannah grinned while the princess' DDs wobbled about as her body thrashed from side to side. Hannah again brought the princess to near orgasm, then again slammed on the brakes by removing her hand.

Hannah stood up and ignored Sara's bewildered expression as she gasped for air. Instead she continued onto the next phase. "Now there are two other areas of The Harem Club. The upstairs private rooms won't be a concern because I won't be renting you out to any of the men. But those are where they would take you to have sex with you. And if the owner wishes more money he, or in my case she, can activate the room's cameras and sell the event to anyone willing to pay the price set by the slave's owner."

The flush faced and now sweaty princess with curlers in her hair probably didn't register that part, but it wasn't that important. Sure she was going to enjoy the princess herself, but she wouldn't do anything to loose Alex's trust. Hannah would protect Sara with her life if need be, but she was going to take the hot busty cover girl as far as she could. And she was sure Alex and Titus would be checking the security footage from the ship's logs to see which one won the bet. Hannah had no knowledge of which one was betting on her, but those two always had a bet.

As Sara's breathing slowed and Hannah could see the princess could focus better she continued. "The other area are the side rooms. They are separated from the main floor with shear curtains like the material the harem pants are made of. On the off chance we run into someone we know well we might be invited into one of those rooms. Just to let you be aware that it would be rude to turn down such an invitation and questions would be raised. Also in those rooms, which by law are considered private, the dress code doesn't apply. You would have to take off the pasties and the harem pants."

"What?" As Hannah gave her a dirty look Sara automatically corrected herself. "What, Mistress?" Even the second version had the princess' voice squeaking at the shocking idea.

"It probably won't happen, but we should be prepared anyway. Just so you know that I will evoke my right not to order you to have sex with him, but it would be rude not to offer something for the honor. If that were to happen you would need to sit next to him like you were sitting next to me, the only difference would be his hands would have to stay above your waist."

Sara's jaw dropped at the idea she was to let a total stranger grope her boobs, but then that had already happen a lot because of Markson. The look on Hannah's face as she said it told Sara this was another deal breaker and they'd be heading back if she refused.

As Sara nodded her understanding Hannah went on. You may also be required to pleasure him in other ways other than vaginal sex. A hand job, a blowjob, a lap dance, or given goddess given assets like we have you might have to kneel between his legs and tit fuck him." Hannah spoke in her best disgusted tone. In her earlier visits to the club she had been required to do her part to get the best prices for their scavenged merchandise. She couldn't recall the number of blowjobs and tit fucks she gave. But to her it was far better than what she had left behind, at least the men at the club didn't beat her.

Again to Sara it was nothing that she hadn't already been subjected to at the hands of Markson. The more Hannah said things that Markson had done to her the more Sara wanted to screw him out of this prize. She was so mad at the bastard she suck every cock in the club if it pissed off the rich creep. "It's how Markson treated me Mistress."

"And how I had to earn my keep those first years after I ran away." Hannah stated angrily. Again a lot of truth would help in her seduction. That and a little womanly bonding at the realization they had something like that in common. "But if we do end up in that room you and I might also have to do things together, some guys like to see stuff like that. So instead of pleasuring our host he might rather see you pleasure me. As your mistress you would need to make me cum, and there are guys Cal and I know that have wanted to see me naked for years, something like this could be their chance. There's no way I'd have sex with them, but this is the only way they'd get to see my tits now. Now my body is my own and I have sex when I want and with who I want."

That was an amen in Sara's mind. That was the way it should be for all girls. Girls shouldn't be sold by their fathers for any reason. Bosses shouldn't be allowed to demand sexual favors as a term of employment and girls serving the empire in the military shouldn't be subjected to sexual demands from their superiors. These were topics she was going to bring up with her sister, Stara, when they saw each other again. With a queen in charge it was high time some things changed. "I will do what it takes to keep that alien from Markson, Mistress." the princess stated with determination. It was a small victory in a war she was going to make her mission now. Girls should be treated better. And Markson was going down.

Hannah stood facing the princess and untied the knot holding her shirt closed. As she opened the shirt Sara saw the most perfectly shaped pair of large tits imaginable. Two nearly perfect semi-spheres that stood out from her chest like two halves of a ball. Both topped with one inch brown areolas. And the burn marks. Sara's jaw dropped slightly as Hannah gave her the first glimpse at what she had endured at the hands of her husband. Dozens of burn marks spotted the undersides of Hannah's breasts. Hannah saw the shocked look in the princess' eyes, she had seen that look many times by now. "There is no longer any physical pain, just the memories." The horrible memories and the occasional nightmare.

Except for the burn marks Sara had never seen tits that perfect. Her brothers had magazines and she had seen countless girls topless in movies, none had tits that perfectly shaped at such a large size. A thought crossed her mind that they were fake, it was a new trend, but there were no surgical scars that would indicate she had implants.

Hannah next unsnapped her shorts. Hooking her panties with her thumbs she pushed them down and shimmied out of the tight pants and her panties. As she turned to the side to kick the clothes away Sara saw the scars on Hannah's toned and shapely ass. At some time the pretty redhead had been mercilessly caned. Her butt looked like a road map in the capital city. The girl needed a god doctor to fix these issues. The kind of doctor only the wealthiest have access to.

Hannah walked over to the princess seated on the sofa and leaned over her, placing her DDs inches from the princess' face. "I've heard stories about the Markson family. Show me how Mrs. Markson had you pleasure her breasts."

Sara hesitated for just a moment, then answered. "Yes Mistress." Sara cupped one of Hannah's breasts in each hand and dispelled any notion they were fake. She gently squeezed the orbs as she placed her lips around Hannah's right areola. She sucked and gently massaged Hannah's breasts for a moment until Hannah groaned and stepped back.

"No, no, no.Like this." the redhead grunted as pushed Sara's legs apart and knelt between them. She leaned forward, taking one of the princess' royal tits in each hand. She then more aggressively massaged the princess' tits as she suckled the princess' erect left nipple. She elicited a moan quickly then moved her mouth back and flicked the tender bud with her tongue. "Also a gentle nip can deliver great pleasure."

"OHHH.BY THE GODDESS." Sara screamed as Hannah demonstrated, sending a waves of pleasure through her whole body. The princess' head shot back and her eyes fluttered, much to Hannah's satisfaction.

"Now you do it." Hannah stated after a minute or so of working up the princess. She stood up and leaned over the princess again.

"Yes Mistress." As Sara gripped her breasts again Hannah was noticing she wasn't having to correct the princess about her replies. As Sara playfully flicked her erect right nipple with her tongue Hannah could tell she was going to get exactly what she wanted, the princess was all in now.

Hannah bit her lip as Sara went back and forth between her breasts for a few moments then stepped back without a word. She again knelt down between the princess' leg, but this time she bent further down. The princess' eyes shot wide open as Hannah held her royal knees apart and brought her lips to the princess' dripping pussy. "Goddess help me." Sara begged as Hannah's tongue started at the bottom of her snatch and made a long lick upwards, then spent several seconds flicking her clit.

Hannah was in heaven, the princess' pussy juices were like candy as she hungrily devoured them. The princess' body jerked and writhed as Hannah expertly worked her over. The princess had her head back and her eyes closed as Hannah concentrated her tongue on her clit. The redhead then let go of the princess' left knee and inserted her middle and ring fingers into Sara's warm, wet welcoming twat.

Hannah curled her fingers up to rub the top of the princess' vagina. Starting slow she pumped her fingers in and out. As Sara moaned and her body trembled Hannah went faster and faster. The loud sloshing sound and the princess' thrashing had Hannah about to cum herself. Hannah sat back on her heels and pumped the princess as fast as she could.

"Oh.OH..OH..GOODESS HELP ME..DON'T STOP.I'M CUMMINGGGGG." As Sara's juices erupted from her twat, her body jerked and bucked uncontrollably. As the princess hosed her down in the wildest orgasm she'd ever inflicted, Hannah kept pumping the princess with her fingers and enjoying every second of it.

While Sara sat on the sofa, enjoying the after glow, Hannah gave a quiet chuckle. Looks like the shuttle wasn't going to be ready to sell yet. Seems some new carpeting was going to be required, but after that orgasm she'd gladly pay for the new carpet from her share of the profits.

Hannah didn't wait for the princess to recover. As Sara gasped for breath Hannah took her by the shoulders and guided her down. As Sara lay on her back Hannah climbed on top in a 69 position. Sara's eyes shot open as Hannah's tongue started lapping up the juices that were soaking her crotch and inner thighs. But by the goddess it felt so good.

With Hannah's hairless pussy inches from her face Sara took a few deep breaths, then wrapped her arms around Hannah's waist. She raised her head off the sofa and stuck out her tongue. For some reason hard to explain to herself, Sara seemed to enjoy Hannah's moan of approval as her tongue slid into the tight redhead's pussy.



"Left just a hair and up about this far." Mae stated as she held her hands up about a foot apart. Mae was amazed how T'nel had matched the ejection seats spin with the shuttle and how she was lining up the seat with the air lock. The outer air lock door was open as Mae looked through the window in the inner door. As the chair drifted slowly towards them T'nel was lining things up so the chair would drift right into the airlock.

"That's it.That's it.Got it." Mae happily stated as she pushed the button to close the outer door before the chair could bounce out.

"That's one." T'nel stated. To her there was still too much to do, and retrieving the empty ejection seat was the easy part. Now they had to find the ship and destroy it before the humans could study it. They also, and more importantly, had to get the pilot back.

As Mae came to take the copilot's seat T'nel studied the computer scans. "Four ships. Four ion trails." she stated as if thinking out loud. The ion trails were made by primitive warp engines, like the ones used by the humans. And easier to track than those of more advanced races.

"So how do we find the ship and the pilot?"

"Think." T'nel had it figured out already and thought a little logic test for her human friend was a good way to see just how smart she was.

"Two go towards that asteroid field and two go off in that direction." Mae said pointing off into the distance. How could she know which one to follow?

"Follow the drifting chair's course back." T'nel stated as she pointed to the screen and the red line indicating the chair's path and the ion trail intersecting it. "That's the ship with Sh'car."

"The reports said three ships were attacking one. If the one fled then one of the attackers would have followed." Mae cocked her head as she thought it over then pointed to the forth ion trail and stated "That one must have the ship."

T'nel was pleased with Mae's answer, but it wasn't fully correct. "The first ship could also have the fighter and the other being merely an escort, but since they both headed off in the same direction we should find both Sh'car and the ship if we follow their trails."



Later on Sara sat on the sofa alone, dressed again and the sofa cleaned up some, going over some things in her mind. Could she or couldn't she trust Hannah? Sure the sex felt wonderful, but it was also so very wrong. Never in her life had she ever wanted to have sex with another girl, she only had sex with other women in her enslavement because she was forced to. How could Hannah have seduced her like that? But what seemed to be nagging her the most was the question of should she be mad at Hannah or herself for both letting it happen and enjoying it.

In a way she was flattered Hannah thought she was very attractive. And what they did was enjoyable. Yet if anyone ever found out she did it freely and not because she was being forced by the Marksons there would be another scandal.

Her mixed feelings got more confusing as Hannah handed her two silver memory discs. The first one contained the security footage of what they did. That one she destroyed after scanning it. Her body intertwined with Hannah's was beautiful and disturbing at the same time. It was also something better kept just in their minds.

The second one was footage from years before. Alex and Titus had another ship back then, smaller and with a smaller crew. It starts outside with a panicked and severely beaten looking young woman trying to run, but was having a hard time just standing let alone run. As she got nearer her two black eyes and severely bruised and cut up body almost made the princess sick.

Sara noted Hannah was a lot thinner back them, but that was due to her youth and that she wasn't into working out as she seemingly was now. She still had nice boobs, but they too seemed smaller as Sara also noticed Hannah's left arm hanging oddly. And she wasn't a redhead, she was blonde.

Inside Alex's ship Titus and Alex were cleaning up the battered young woman. Her shirt was off as Titus and Alex stitched a few of the bigger cuts and Sara noticed the fresher looking burns on Hannah's boobs. They were nice and big like a busty young woman's should be, but they weren't sitting as high on her chest as they did now. Sara figured from reading some of her brothers' magazines Hannah must have a heavy workout for her chest muscles as well as the rest of her.

Sara winced and cringed as Titus reset Hannah's left shoulder, Hannah barely reacting to what should have been something very painful. With as much done as they could do, not being doctors, Hannah was handed her shirt back.

As Titus and Alex escorted her towards the door Hannah seem terrified. She begged them not to leave her, to take her anywhere. That she'd do anything if they took her with them, even have sex with them as much as they wanted to pay her way. Sara chuckled as Titus suggested they could use a cook and someone to do some cleaning, that the ship was a disaster and that if the pirates didn't kill them Alex's cooking just might.

Alex though was harder to convince, he wanted her story. Hannah explained her father married her off just after her 18th birthday to pay off some gambling debts. That the man treated her badly, beating her and raping her. That night he had come home drunk and in a foul mood. He beat the living shit out of her, then raped her in the ass again. After suggesting he rent her body out to make extra money he beat her again, then fell into a drunken stupor. After two years of hell she had had enough. Hannah went to the kitchen and grabbed a big sharp knife. As he snored on his back she slit his throat. Hannah was in tears as she told the story. And as Sara watched it on video she could see Hannah's shoulders slumped as she sat in the pilot's seat. The long sniff told Sara Hannah was crying just having to hear it on video.

"They never made me have sex with them. I did in time. Not because I had to, but because we grew close. I cleaned and cooked, and Tutus taught me to fight and how to exercise. They saved my life and gave me a whole new world. Every breath I take is because of them...Like I said, they're really not bad guys once you get to know them." the very sad and upset sounding redhead said.

Sara sat stunned as the video ended. As a princess she had never imagined such cruelty. How could a man marry a girl and treat her like that? How could that even be considered murder after what he put her through?

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