Into The Abyss

[cgraven]

Those dark seeds of doubt that Zimran planted in Gethan needed but time to begin to grow. Oh she had still defended JaKar, her fiery spirit giving life to the words she spoke.

“You understand so little of the human soul; it’s a foreign concept to you. It’s bred into us from childhood that the individual is nothing when compared to the masses. You will never understand that when I signed up for military service I did so with full knowledge that I might have to die for my cause. Admiral JaKar did not order me to take that risk. It was my duty!”

Yet it was more a defense of her military duty than the love of a real man, of her lover. The grains of half truth those seeds of doubt, would nourish them and in time, in her loneliness.

Zimran smiled at the first crack in Gethan de Burgh courageous façade as the press of his cock to her chaste moist folds brought a soulful little cry.

“PLEASE … DON’T DO THIS …”

His hot demanding passionate kiss silenced the young beauty’s protest for the moment. Yet with a fear born deep with in her Pilot officer Gethan de Burgh desperately tried to fight back. Zimran almost laughed at her pitiful little struggles against her fate as a little more of her courageous façade crumbled as she whimpered

“PLEASE … STOP … DON’T GIVE ME A BABY!

Zimran rejoiced as the young beauty’s gorgeous young body rebelled against her mind and fear as it treacherously embraced the pleasure that his body brought her.


“NO! … NO! … WHAT’S HAPPENING TO M …?”

Arching forward Gethan moaned deeply as her body experienced the most intense orgasm she had known.

Zimran slipped from Pilot Officer de Burgh supple young body as she slept spent and exhausted. He left her to awake with the knowledge that her body had not betrayed her once, but time and again that long night. He left her with the gnawing thought How could one truly rape the willing and oh how her gorgeous young body was more than willing. He also left his defeated little beauty a present, a knife by the side of the bed, a little something to hold on to, a little something to keep that seductively sensual fiery spirit of hers alive, a spark of sensuality in this rather drab black void.

Zimran left Gethan alone with her thoughts, alone with the fact that she had betrayed her Lover time and again with each soul searing orgasms that rocked her to the very foundations of Leaving her traitorous young body hungering for more. Then and only then did he come to integration room 69, and her again. He did not come in the guise of the Purarian pirate commander but rather in his natural form. His great wings folded looking more like a dark cape draped around his shoulders, his great horned head held erect.


“I see your awake Miss de Burgh.”

His voice was darkly sensual and his primal beauty was almost hard to look upon with out stealing ones breath away.

“ I have come to take pleasure from your Gorgeous young body once more Gethan.”

He crooked his finger for her to come closer those black and crimson eyes of his once more claiming and holding her stunning dark blue eyes captive her soul once more bared to him in all its youthful innocence. He could see her desire to kill him to drive the little knife she held deep into his heart.

“ Shall it be rape again Miss de Burgh……..or shall you take what pleasure you can find Gethan?”

There was no need to tell her she was alone or that her chances for rescue were nil for they both knew that. He was ready his body deceptively loose and casual ready for her attack an attack that would be easily brushed aside before he raped her in retribution. He was equally ready for her to turn the knife against herself, certain safe guards of the cell would negate that attempt, though Zimran believed some deep belief he saw in the depth of her soul would make that choice an impossibility for this gorgeous creature. Again he crooked his finger for her to come to him as he spread his wings to enfold her once more if Gethan stepped into his arms..

 

[YoungLisa]

Gethan sat on the bed and looked at the bottom sheet. This one wasn’t stained with blood that only ever happened once when she became a woman. No what she saw was more disturbing because she saw spent seed mixed with her own fluids drying on the sheet. At the same time she felt some residue of Zimran’s seed flow from her womanhood and down her leg. She sat and bowed her head into her hands and sobbed. She wasn’t crying because of her defeat although as a sporty tomboy she was not used to losing at anything. She wasn’t crying because Zimran had hurt her, although he was rough and demanding. No, right now she was crying with shame, deep shame because she had, may the gods forgive her, she had enjoyed this. Zimran was not afraid of a woman’s body, on the contrary he knew how to give a woman an intense pleasure while satisfying himself. Gethan would never admit it but she enjoyed the hot splash that accompanied every one of Zimran’s orgasms and in her mind’s eye she saw his sperm battling and racing to be the first to reach her womb.

Suddenly the doors swung open and in walked the most gorgeous, the most handsome living creature she had ever seen in her short life and she knew it was Zimran. “I see you’re awake Miss de Burgh.” The voice, his voice was smooth yet vibrant and Gethan knew he was in total control. “I have come to take pleasure from your gorgeous young body once more Gethan.” How dare he? It was as though he was seeing right through her and as he beckoned her Gethan felt her mind split into two. Half of her wanted to fight, to defend what was left of her honour. The other half wanted to surrender, to bond with this creature and let him own her. He continued “Shall it be rape again Miss de Burgh……..or shall you take what pleasure you can find Gethan?”

Gethan’s defiant streak won the day as she answered “I only allow my friends to call me Gethan. To you I’m Pilot Officer de Burgh of the Lemer Quadrant Alliance serving on the Alliance Ship Silent Shadow. And I must remind that we are at war with you and your fellow rebels and that what you did to me yesterday was nothing less than a war crime punishable by death.”

She held the knife tightly trying to remember the anatomy classes which taught her how to stab and fatally wound an enemy. Then she remembered that human anatomy was very different to the anatomy she saw before her so she continued to stare at Zimran as she tried to decide on her next move. Holding his gaze she said slowly “Yesterday you stepped over the line in what you did and I have the right to defend myself in way I can. So be on your guard Pirate!” She sensed he knew she was holding a knife so she held it up in his full view “I warn you now that my body belongs to no one but me. If you make any attempt to rape me again I WILL fight back and the consequences will have been brought about by you.”

Standing defiantly she waited for Zimran’s next attack.

 

[cgraven]

His hand extended to the gorgeous young human beauty, her dark blue eyes held captive in his darkly seductive gaze, and the devil’s own choice laid before her, take what pleasure she could from what fate had dealt her or just be taken once more. They both knew in the end her supple young body would betray her once more.

“I only allow my friends to call me Gethan. To you I’m Pilot Officer de Burgh of the Lemer Quadrant Alliance serving on the Alliance Ship Silent Shadow……Yesterday you stepped over the line in what you did and I have the right to defend myself in way I can. So be on your guard Pirate!............ what you did to me yesterday was nothing less than a war crime punishable by death……….I warn you now that my body belongs to no one but me. If you make any attempt to rape me again I WILL fight back and the consequences will have been brought about by you.”.

Despite her brave and defiant words, already the soft musky intoxicating scent of the young golden beauty’s arousal mingled with the sharp tangy scent of the girl’s fear.

Zimran stood there with his left hand extended to Gethan his finger corked beckoning her closer, beckoning her to surrender to him. It was then that the young Pilot Officer raised her knife ready to defend what was left of her honor and pride. Her gorgeous young body tensed, poised for battle. All her training in self defense now being put to the test, no mere training exercise. Though Pilot Officer Gethan de Burgh had been trained well she was a rookie. She had fought in but one battle, and that had resulted in her capture, and the situation she now found herself in. Zimran on the other hand was an accomplished warrior who knew the savage, deadly dance of death that was hand to hand combat. His eyes never left Gethan’s. Those haunting black and crimson eyes dark clam placid pools of seductive dark beauty. He saw a flicker of confidence mingled with a burning desire for revenge in her smoldering dark blue eyes. A confidence born of the fact she was armed and he was not, the desire to hurt him to kill him no matter the cost. Yet in the small confines of integration room 69 he was within the kill zone. Zimran fainted to the left his extended hand moving away from Gethan before reversing his momentum his right hand came up obscuring her vision and distracting the young warrior, his left hand grabbing the heel of the hand in which Gethan held the knife. Zimran twisted her hand out and her palm up, the knife fell to the floor with a rattle from Gethan nerveless fingers.

“ Shall it be rape again Miss de Burgh……..or shall you take what pleasure you can find in my arms Gethan? Oh that is right only your friends can call you Gethan and I am your Master………”

Zimran paused for a moment before a single word slipped from his lips,

“ 17 ! Yes I shall call you 17 until you beg me to call you by your given name once more.”

All had been taken from Gethan now, even her name. Holding 17 by her wrest, he effortlessly enfolded the hapless young beauty in his arms. Zimran's mouth crushing to hers, claiming what was his by right of conquest. His body, hard and lean calling to her gorgeous young body, promising her in his embrace all the pleasure she shamelessly desired.

 

[YoungLisa]

In the struggle Gethan knew she was always going to come off second best and she was not surprised when Zimran disarmed her although she was shocked by the sudden pain that wrenched the knife from her. She stared back at the victor and managed to save one shred of her dignity by not crying. She realised her enemy had won the battle but she would ultimately win the war. She would kill him in battle even if she had to wait many years. Hate could be very powerful, it could keep a woman alive and she hated this pirate.

Staring back she heard his challenge “Shall it be rape again Miss de Burgh? … Or shall you take what pleasure you can find in my arms Gethan? Oh that is right only your friends can call you Gethan and I am your Master … 17! Yes I shall call you 17 until you beg me to call you by your given name once more.”

Gethan felt her conqueror pull her towards him and claim her mouth with his. Pushing him away she responded “I AM NOT A FUCKING NUMBER!” Seeing the look of mocking surprise in Zimran’s eyes she responded softly “I will not be just another notch on your bed post. I am a person; I am Pilot Officer de Burgh of the Lemer Quadrant Alliance serving on the Alliance Ship Silent Shadow.”

Again Zimran pulled her to him and crushed her lips to his and she felt his hardness against her stomach and with self disgust she remembered the events of the previous day and the feelings she experienced. She pounded on his back with her fists and fought back when his right hand encased her left breast causing the nipple to leap with desire. Pushing against him and attempting to fight with all her strength she knew she had no hope of winning.

Then nature took over, her own human nature and the punches into his back became softer and less frequent and soon stopped to be replaced with her hug that drew her conqueror closer to her. No longer was she struggling to keep his hand from her breast but she found herself groaning. Reaching down with her left hand she grabbed hold of his shaft and at the same time felt herself being pushed down onto the bed. Arching against Zimran she allowed his manhood free access to her sex and within just three movements a shattering orgasm enveloped her and at the same time she felt Zimran explode inside her sending wave after wave of hot living seed cascading down her channel.

Gethan had no idea how many times she came or how long she was entwined with this space pirate. All she did know was that she had completely surrendered to him and had enjoyed it. She wondered what was next in store for her. Her life on board the Silent Shadow was becoming a distant memory but she knew she was still an officer of the Alliance Fleet and that Zimran was her enemy. No matter how long it took she would kill him one day. There was no doubt in her mind about that.

 

[cgraven]

Her battle was lost and she knew it and yet the last remaining bit of her pride demanded that Pilot Officer Gethan de Burgh lash out before her body surrendered to him once more.

“I AM NOT A FUCKING NUMBER!”

Those dark seductive black and crimson eyes held hers even as she continued to make her last stand.

“I will not be just another notch on your bed post. I am a person; I am Pilot Officer de Burgh of the Lemer Quadrant Alliance serving on the Alliance Ship Silent Shadow.”

His searing kiss silenced the young beauty’s protests. Gethan’s little fists beat on his back until at last 17 arched her body to his and surrendered to her fate. Drawing him to her as he laid her on the bed, the bed that would become the alter upon which her last vestiges of pride and honor would be sacrificed. Even as he took the gorgeous young beauty, her body eagerly embracing his, Zimran knew that this spirited young beauty harbored dreams of revenge, and a dark fantasy to kill him. What dreams of revenge or fantasies 17 harbored where hers and he would not deny her them. He took her time and again each time Pilot Officer de Burgh screamed out her shameless sinful ecstasy she unwittingly strengthened the bond between this darkly beautiful creature and herself. With each soul shattering orgasm wracked her, the memory of her past life as JaKar’s lover and as Pilot Officer de Burgh of the Lemer Quadrant Alliance slowly began to fade as her new life slowly took form.

When at last Zimran slipped from the seductive embrace of 17’s tight little pussy, the young beauty was totally spent and exhausted. She lay there in the blissful blackness of unconsciousness. Zimran spoke into the ships intercom.

“Take prisoner 17 from interrogation to my personal quarters.”

Once more one of the robotic creatures that had brought Gethan to interrogation room 69 scooped the unconscious beauty into its mechanical arms.

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Zimran waited for 17 to awake. He smiled at the ensemble he had laid out to be her new attire. He ran the long supple black opera gloves through his hands as he watched Gethan sleep. When she awoke whether she would remain 17 or once more became Gethan de Burgh depended on how sweetly she begged him and bent her stubborn pride to his will.

 

[YoungLisa]

Gethan slowly opened her eyes to see the bright sunlight dance between the leaves of the tall oak trees and she smiled when she heard the song birds serenade the atmosphere. Hearing a rustle from the bushes she saw a young fox cub come out to investigate who had been sleeping on the lawn. Sitting up she patted it, stroked it and then slowly raised herself into the kneeling position before standing up.

She was dressed as a Celtic Princess, her hair braded down her back and her flowing green dress kissing the sun scorched lawn. Round her waste was a leather belt to which was attached a scabbard and a sword. Suddenly she heard a noise behind her and she saw JaKar standing about twenty five metres away. She smiled at him and tried to make her way to him when she saw him gradually fade and merge with the ethers.

Another noise behind her made her turn to behold Zimran in all his splendour looking at her and beckoning. Reaching for her sword she noticed it had vanished and in its place was a red silken belt which held a white dress, a wedding dress to her body. Looking to Zimran she saw him open his arms to her and instead of fighting him she ran to him and melted into his embrace as he passionately kissed her fully on the mouth. Lifting her he carried her through an arch of trees into a beautiful bedroom with a magnificent four poster bed. Gently laying Gethan down he undressed and casually lay down beside her. Kissing her love bruised lips again he seductively undressed her drawing her into a passionate session of love making which drove his new bride wild with passion after which came silken peace.

Suddenly Gethan opened her eyes to find herself in a bedroom aboard the pirate ship. There, facing her was Zimran and she knew she had been dreaming. Challenging him she asked “So you are playing with my mind? Did you plant that dream?”

Instead of answering Zimran started playing with a set of opera gloves and Gethan noticed he was surrounded by some beautiful seductive clothes and Gethan knew they were the clothes Zimran would expect her to wear whenever he bedded her. But as a tomboy she could not help but try to score a point Looking up to him she said “If you had told me you were into cross dressing I would have brought you some frocks.”

 

[cgraven]

Zimran head cocked as a bemused little smile bowed 17’s moist ripe lips as she slept. He watched as it faded her smooth brow wrinkled in concern or lost, then a most sensually seductive smiled bowed the girl’s lips and the tip of her little pink tongue seductively slid across the bow of her lips. Gethan’s eyes fluttered open that seductively sensual smile fading from her face.

“So you are playing with my mind? Did you plant that dream?............... If you had told me you were into cross dressing I would have brought you some frocks.”

Gethan challenged Zimran as he ran the supple black Opera gloves through his hands.

“ 17 I would think that after your two integration sessions with me you would know better.”

He smiled down into her stunning blue eyes.

“However if you need another demonstration right now it could be arranged.”

That seductively sensual voice, his dark beauty wrapped around his young captive’s senses, they were felt as well as seen almost like he was caressing her.

“ As for your dreams they are your own 17.”

As far as it went he spoke the truth. Her dreams were a product of her own subconscious. There was not a hint of guile or deception in his voice or into those haunting black and crimson eyes that seemed to lay her soul bare before their gaze, that so easily captured her hers soft blue eyes. Of course there was more, perhaps a little nudge to stimulate her imagination, yet in essence the dream was hers.

“Would you care to dress 17?”

As pilot Officer Gethan de Burgh’s lips parted to protest that she was not a number he pressed a single finger to her lips.

“I know you’re not a number. Perhaps a little tour of the ship to lay before you two paths. One will be for 17, the other will be for Gethan.”

Zimran’s finger slipped from his young captive’s lips and he once more reclined in the seat he had been in when 17 had awoken.

“You may dress now !”

He did not call her 17 nor did he call her Gethan. It was almost as if she had entered a state of limbo caught between two fates that lay before her.

“Wear your hair up!”

PILOT OFFICER GETHAN DE BURGH'S NEW UNIFORM

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Zimran idly wondered if Pilot officer de Burgh realized how very sensual and seductive she was. Her movements naturally fluid and possessed of the grace of a tigress. Oh yes this stunning golden haired beauty was a tigress her sexual appetites dark and primal. His eyes leisurely roamed over her gorgeous young body as Gethan dressed in her New Uniform He made no effort to hide the way those dark sensual eyes caressed every sensual curve of her body. At last she was dressed in the scandalous attire Zimran had chosen for her.

“Your gloves Miss.”

He handed Gethan the long supple black opera gloves.

“Shall we take our little tour now.”

The crew of Zimran’s ship, like their commander had dropped all pretenses as to their true nature. Their dark eyes feasting on the young human beauty’s bared breast and her attire that fit like a second skin highlighting her youthful charms rather than hiding them. Their mutter comments of what they would to with her and to her if every they had the chance, became ever bolder.

“You were the Pilot of….what did you call it…Ah yes ….Silent Shadow. So you are familiar with the …interface.. between females and a Labyathain.”

There was a darkly sensual way in which Zimran had said …interface.. between females and a Labyathain. As the enter the next compartment Gethan saw a series of cubicles each held a young human female obviously chosen for her youth and beauty. Each was bucking and thrashing in ecstasy as she was being taken by a mechanical lover. Gethan could see their metallic cocks relentlessly pounding into the young beauties. Their moans and gasps of pleasure filled the compartment.

“Larger Labaythains have greater needs my sweet little beauty and our interface I suspect is quite different than the one you have known.”

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“ She will now serve the needs of the crew until her next shift here.”

Zimran had led Pilot Officer de Burgh to stand before the empty cubicle with its shimmering sliver robot. He pointed to the number stenciled above the alcove, 17

“ Shall you become 17 or shall you become my concubine Miss? “

His black and crimson eyes held her startled blue eyes captive once more and her young innocent soul bared to him. Her choices laid before her one path led to a life as a sexual slave to Zimran’s ship and crew. The other to Zimran’s bed. All she had to do was step into the cubicle or beg him to call her Gethan.

 

[YoungLisa]

When Zimran invited Gethan to dress she nearly protested immediately that she never considered herself to be the slightest bit feminine. On the contrary she was what was known on earth as being a ‘Tomboy’, not a lesbian but a girl who enjoyed competing with boys and often beating them in their own sports. In fact at home she only possessed one dress bought for her graduation from the academy and two skirts and one of them was her tennis skirt. Yet here this pirate, her enemy was demanding she wear the most outrageous dress she had ever seen in her life. And he demanded she wear her hair up.

Again she took a deep breath and again she was about to protest but she held her counsel and sighed. Part of her defence mechanism whenever she was cornered was to look for humour in every situation and despite the gravity of her predicament she found relief by answering with a saucy smile “Well, I suppose it would look better on me than it would on you.” She set about raising her hair and then silently examined the clothing. The silk black panties hugged her hips and the stockings rolled upwards to fit just below her panty rim leaving a small area of white flesh. The black bra with its opening perked her naked breasts and when she put her under slip on she felt the silk kiss her body bringing her nipples to attention. The dress and gloves highlighted her vulnerability as well as her outrageously exposed breasts. Then she looked at the high heel shoes. “I’m not used to wearing them” she said “You’ll have to be patient with me.”

The tour of the ship was stressful especially when she witnessed many human women giving their bodies to the living Labaythains as orgasm after orgasm drove the ship forward. Then her shock was complete when she saw the red headed girl pass out with exhaustion and knew there was no rest for her whatsoever because the crew wanted her charms before she returned to the pilot chamber. She trembled when she knew that fate could be hers. Gethan stared hard at red head before recognising her as Daphniapal, a famous warrior who had been decorated by the Alliance for her bravery on many occasions. She had been aboard the Spartanica, a Battle Cruiser that had vanished some eighteen earth months ago. Daphniapal had been reported as ‘missing presumed dead’ but now here she was alive but a sexual slave to both machines and pirates. Suddenly Gethan realised what she risked by not cooperating and she shuddered before feeling tears flow down her cheeks.

It was at this point that Zimran gave her a choice “Shall you become 17 or shall you become my concubine Miss?” Gethan stared back at Zimran in silence before slowly walking towards him. Closing in she placed her arms round him and pulled his face next to hers and slowly, seductively drew him into a passionate kiss.

Breaking the kiss she looked him straight in the eyes and whispered “I’ll give you my answer in private when you take me to your quarters” Following Zimran into his bed chamber she noticed a four poster bed bigger than any she had ever seen before. Turning to face him she again drew him into a lustful kiss and at the same time released the belt holding his tunic trousers. As these dropped to the floor and Zimran stepped out of them Gethan knelt and kissed the tip of Zimran’s manhood and licked it with her tongue. Looking up with puppy like eyes she whispered “I have very little experience of this but I hope it answers your question”. With that she opened her mouth and drew his shaft onto the fold of her tongue and began to bring him to fulfilment.

 

[cgraven]

Zimran had enjoyed the struggle he saw on 17’s angelic face as she dawn the scandalous attire he had chosen for her and was pleasantly surprised that though for the most part she had held her tongue, yet Gethan’s fiery spirit still felt for honor sake, that she must say something,

“Well, I suppose it would look better on me than it would on you.”

Gethan’s words were soften by the saucy little smile that bowed her moist ripe lips.
Then in a soft little girl lost voice she begged his indulgence, as she was not used to walking in heels.

Zimran remained aloof during Pilot Officer’s de Burgh’s tour of his command. He saw when the delicate redheaded beauty Daphniapal, a famous warrior who had been decorated by the Alliance for her bravery on many occasions, was now simply know as 16. Slowly the realization dawned, as Daphniapal was carried by her to serve as one of the ship’s whores, until once more she was to be coupled with her metallic mate could very well be her fate as well. With a few simple words Gethan’s fate was sealed by her own soft ripe lips as she betrayed herself with a kiss and seductively whispered,

“I’ll give you my answer in private when you take me to your quarters”

Now she came to Zimran in his quarters. She had boldly drawn him into a passionate kiss, before gracefully sinking to her knees before him and her soft lips kissed the tip of his cock. She raised her stunning blue eyes to his and with and adorable sad little puppy eyes she whispered,

“I have very little experience of this but I hope it answers your question”.

Pilot Officer de Burgh lowered her tawny golden head in submission, her moist ripe lips “O”ed then parted as she opened her sweet moist mouth and drew his shaft onto the fold of her tongue and began to bring him to fulfillment.

Zimran finger gently ran through the girl’s soft, tightly bound silken mane. Oh how he was tempted to loose that luxurious mane and let it cascade down around Gethan’s shoulders in a tawny golden shower, to let her silken hair drip from the tips of his fingers as if it were living gold. Yet he resisted the temptation not wanting her lustrous hair to hide her from his view. He smiled as the first milky drops of his essence graced Gethan’s tongue, as sweet as honey and addictive as the most seductive opiate. His dark beauty caressed her as he enfolded the gorgeous young beauty in the sensually arousing cocoon of his wings. It was as if a thousand fingers were caressing her at once. Drawing her ever deeper into his dark seductive embrace. Where Jakar had physically bound her both times he had taken her. Zimran had always left Gethan free to fight him tooth and nail until her body scrummed to the dark temptations of his. Now he would see just how far she would go to avoid the fate of her hero Captain Daphniapal.

Zimran felt a pang of jealous resentment as Gethan’s tawny golden head bobbed up and down the length of his cock. She was so charmingly innocent, and her fiery spirit so sensually seductive that he desired to keep her as his own. Yet his mission was to find rare gems like her, possessed of innocence, beauty, and spirit to become concubines to the supreme dark council. His fingers tightened in her golden mane at the thought that she was not to be his, then relaxed. He would enjoy her as they voyaged to the dark heart of the Veil. He would take her as he pleased, as his body and essence seduced her to become his lover and he would haunt her dreams with dark gothic images of pleasure and pain as he laid bare her darkest desires, preyed on them as he prepared her to be the sex slave of the imperial court, a trophy to be displayed as much as exotic creature to be enjoyed in her new Master’s beds.

 

[YoungLisa]

This was so much deeper than anywhere Gethan had gone before and the lust she felt for Zimran was shameful, sinful yet delightful. She felt his desire heighten as she increased the speed until the first trickle of seed began to escape into her mouth. Gently his wings enfolded her and she knew she had this man at her mercy. She could bite, she could inflict terrible punishment on him if she wished and even though she would die for doing so she had this small window of power.

But Gethan was now beyond seeking revenge. Instead something very primitive inside her wanted to give this pirate chief the night of his life. As her tongue folded round the soft underbelly of his cock she heard him groan before he became harder and then in a series of spasms hot sweet salt cream flooded her mouth and she swallowed as hard as she could.

Gradually Zimran calmed and as his shrinking manhood slipped from her mouth Gethan stood, used her hand to wipe her mouth and flashed her innocent eyes at her conqueror. “There is a huge bed in this room It would be a shame to waste it.” As she spoke she gently led Zimran to the bed and sat on it. “I’m told the ancient earth men of the twentieth and twenty first centuries had a craving for stocking tops. I’ve never understood it myself, but maybe you can show me what it was all about.” Pulling Zimran down on top her she held his face against her cleavage “These two sisters are jealous of my down below and don’t want to miss out.” She felt Zimran gently release her breasts and the little bites he inflicted on her nipples drove her to near hysteria.

Gradually his hand rose up her dress and found the soft flesh at the top of her stockings, by now Zimran’s shaft was back at full hardness and she felt her panties dampen as her desires increased. Soon they were off and he was inside her driving her to a volcanic orgasm that shook every cell in her body before he exploded deep inside her womb.

Gethan had no idea how long she was entwined with Zimran or how many times they made love but each orgasm was more powerful than the one before. Eventually she drifted to sleep and woke to find her head on Zimran’s chest. Kissing him she reached down to his manhood and after some foreplay mounted him and brought them both to fulfilment. Eventually it was time to shower and it was then she noticed a huge semen stain on the upper skirt of her dress. The old Gethan would have been embarrassed but not the new girl. She smiled and declared “I’m going to wear that as a badge of honour.” She again kissed Zimran and so wanted to drag him back to bed but she knew he had duties to perform. Sadly she walked with him out of his quarters and gave a blushing smile to each crew member she saw. They knew what had happened in that room and she couldn’t wait to do it all again.

 

[cgraven]

Zimran knew, as all male creatures knew, that when they took their pleasure from a young beauty’s mouth they surrendered the power of the moment to her. She and she alone held the power to give unimagined pleasure or unimagined pain. Pilot Officer Gethan de Burgh chose to give her conquer unimagined pleasure. As 17’s golden head bobbed up and down the length of Zimran’s cock he knew that this act of pleasure and submission was new to her, yet she strove so hard to please him. He smiled as the Gorgeous young beauty eagerly suckled him and drank down his thick creamy cum. It did not take long for the addictive opiate of his essence began to show its subtitle effects as 17 cooed so seductively

“There is a huge bed in this room It would be a shame to waste it.”

Zimran took her and each time he filled her gorgeous young body with his white hot scalding seed the need that filled every fiber of Gethan’s supple young body grew stronger and stronger. Now instead of screaming her defiance at him Gethan cooed so sweetly so seductively,

“I’m told the ancient earth men of the twentieth and twenty first centuries had a craving for stocking tops. I’ve never understood it myself, but maybe you can show me what it was all about………. These two sisters are jealous of my down below and don’t want to miss out.”

He delighted in taking her, in fulfilling her darkest and yet still innocent desires. He did not make love to 17, for that was beyond him, alien to his nature, but he did grant her the most sensually exhausting and seductively arousing night of her young life.

Zimran was pleased as his little concubine passionately kissed him awake before eagerly drawing him once more into her hungering young body. This once shy and pious young beauty, who had fought him tooth and nail now eagerly accompany her Master on his rounds in the scandalous black attire he had chose for her that left her firm young breast bared to all. It was now stained with his cum and would proclaim to all she was his concubine and yet she wore it with her head held high, a dark sinful pride shinning in her stunning blue eyes. When they reached the wardroom of the ship several of his officers were sitting and talking, their eyes filled with lust as they saw the gorgeous young human beauty, most for the first time.

“17 stand on the table and disrobe for me! I wish to see you in all your naked glory my sweet!”

Zimran’s voice was a dark sensual command that caressed the hapless young beauty. He had purposely called Gethan, 17, knowing that she had once rebelled violently for being so called, yet she had not as yet begged him to call her Gethan. It was as if he were testing her to see if her surrender to him was a sham, to see how her addiction to his essence was progressing and to see just how far she would go to avoid her hero’s fate. While he waited for Gethan to mount the table, to do as she had been commanded. He took his seat at the head of the table as his officers looked on with undisguised lust in their eyes. Zimran suspected, that young innocent had never been nude in public, never mind in front of a group of strangers that would gladly rape her as if it was their right. this gorgeous young human was the spoils of war was she not? And after all the spoils of war went to the victors.

 

[YoungLisa]

“17 stand on the table and disrobe for me! I wish to see you in all your naked glory my sweet!” Gethan suddenly realised she was being called ‘17’ and was about to protest when events took the whole situation into another direction.

Into the wardroom burst a young female pirate and shouted “SIR THERE IS A VAROMIAN SHIP CLOSING IN ON US. ALREADY THE …” Before she could continue the ship was rocked by a massive external explosion and the young pirate looked down at her wrist communicator before continuing “SHIELDS DOWN TO 60%! WE’LL ONLY TAKE TWO MORE HITS LIKE THAT!”

Suddenly over the communicators came the warning “The Battle Pilot robot is damaged and needs attention. NO ONE CAN FLY THE CRAFT!” Gethan remembered her history. The Varomians were a war like race who threatened the Alliance, the Purarians and the Pirates. They were very much a law to themselves and showed no fear. Their home planet had become uninhabitable millennia ago and the survivors had taken to deep space where they lived a nomadic life. Most of the ships had been destroyed by now but the few that remained were a constant threat to everyone. They never took prisoners instead they killed every living thing on the ships they attacked and then stripped them of every asset before destroying them. It looked very much as if Zimran and his crew were about to die.

One of the senior crew was about to say something when Gethan interrupted “I can fly her as long as you have a full compliment of orgasmic slaves to power the engines.” Not waiting for a reply she followed the pirate to the deck and immediately took control slowing the craft to sub warp confusing the attacker before engaging factor five. As she did a photon torpedo aimed at the pirate ship’s heart missed by millimetres. Gethan knew the Varomian craft had to lower its shields before firing torpedoes which gave her a fraction of a second to fire her own before shooting out of the range of the explosion she would cause. She knew she would only get one chance and she had to get it right.

The Varomian ship passed close to the Pirates and fired small lasers in an attempt to slow the engines. But Gethan knew there were enough women feeding the lust of the fuel drivers to enable her to zig zag back and forth avoiding the attacks. After several encounters Gethan got the ship in direct line of the Varomian. In one movement she lowered her shields inviting the enemy to attack and as it did she sensed their shields had also gone down. In rapid succession she fired four MAM photon torpedoes, raised her own shields and engaged warp ten all in the matter of seven demy seconds.

The blast and flash from the doomed predator faded from view as she drew her craft further away. Once the situation was safe she looked and saw the robot pilot was repaired. Leaving the flight deck she went straight to the wardroom and stood on the table. Looking at the wide open mouths she asked “Now … where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?” Not waiting for a reply she licked her lips and said “O yes, you wanted me to strip” and she began to undress. Winking at Zimran she said with a little girl lost voice “And please Sir, please call me Gethan … my friends do!”

 

[cgraven]

“17 stand on the table and disrobe for me! I wish to see you in all your naked glory my sweet!”

Zimran smiled to himself at the crimson blush kissed that the girl’s cheeks at being called 17 but she held her tongue. Yet before she could either protest or submit to his will, fate stepped in and events took an unforeseen turn.

“SIR THERE IS A VAROMIAN SHIP CLOSING IN ON US. ALREADY THE …”

Before the young female Purarian could continue her report the ship was rocked by the first combat pass of the Varomian ship. The damage reports came flowing in the sharp clipped staccato nature of such reports.

“SHIELDS DOWN TO 60%! WE’LL ONLY TAKE TWO MORE HITS LIKE THAT!............The Battle Pilot robot is damaged and needs attention. NO ONE CAN FLY THE CRAFT!”

Zimran’s face remained unreadable he seemed to exude confidence, master of all that he surveyed.

“I can fly her as long as you have a full compliment of orgasmic slaves to power the engines.”

Zimran could see that none of his senior officers were willing to commit their fate to a mere slip of a human girl, never mind that she was a captured enemy officer. They all knew what their fate would be if they lost the battle. As they began to voice their protests Zimran held up his hand to silence them and gave 17 the briefest of nods.

Captain Daphniapal and the other captive women were once more given to their tireless mechanical lovers, their ecstasy to power the might Labyathain. As 17 slipped into the command Pilot’s position, the ship interface cupped her naked breasts, the guidance probe pressed to her leather covered pussy to human against her clit in a seductive familiarity. As 17 demanded more and more from the Labyathain it demanded more and more from the captive beauties feeding the lust to fuel the drivers to enable 17 to zig zag back and forth avoiding their enemy's attacks. After several encounters Gethan got the ship in direct line with the Varomian. In one movement she lowered her shields inviting the enemy to attack and as it did she sensed their shields had also gone down. In rapid succession she fired four MAM photon torpedoes, raised her own shields and engaged warp ten all in the matter of seven demy seconds.

When the battle was over and cursing stations set Zimran was pleasantly surprised as 17 hurried back to the wardroom and before the bewildered officers mounted the table to stand before them.

“Now … where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?”

17 let the tip of her little pink tongue sensually slide across the bow of her moist ripe lips then seductively cooed.

“O yes, you wanted me to strip”

Wide eyes they watched as this gorgeous young golden beauty began to strip out of her scandalous attire. Her movements’ fluid, graceful and possessed with a darkly seductive sensuality that drew every officer’s eyes to her sweet charms. As she stood before them in nothing but her thigh high black leather boots, she slowly peeled the long black opera gloves from her arms. 17 gave Zimran a saucy little wink and cooed in the most adorable little girl lost voice.

“And please Sir, please call me Gethan … my friends do!”

Zimran suspected for the first time in her young life Gethan stood naked in public, wearing nothing but her thigh high leather boots with their stiletto heels as his officers’ eyes hungrily devoured her naked charms. Their lust filled eyes caressed every sensual curves of the young girl’s body.

“Gethan……….”

Zimran’s voice, his very essence, enfolded her in the rapture of his presence and caressed her with his black and crimson eyes. His gazed held hers as he breathed.

“Gethan I believe you have captured the imagination of my officers.”

It was then that he turned to assemble officers.

“You may taste her gentlemen but that is all.”

Zimran’s eyes held Gethan’s captive as his officers climbed on to the table their hands caressing Gethan’s legs their mouths kissing and worshiping her body as they bore her down to the table’s top and slowly stripped away her boots the last of her clothing. A mouth claimed hers, and others her breasts and nipples while still over lips caressed and kissed every square inch of her gorgeous young body. Then and only then did the stunning young beauty feel the soft moist petals of her labia being spread and a long thick tongue and mouth claiming her sweet little pussy to feast on her creamy dewy nectar.

Again Zimran was seeing how strong his hold on Gethan was, how well she preformed, for her new Master in the Imperial city would demand much more than this from her.

 

[YoungLisa]

Gethan heard Zimran respond by using her name “Gethan I believe you have captured the imagination of my officers.” And then he said “You may taste her gentlemen but that is all.” Suddenly the once innocent human was enjoying being taken to the edge by the Pirate Officers as her mouth, her ear lobes, her breasts and rock hard nipples rejoiced at attack after attack climaxing in the sudden orgasmic explosion she felt as a tongue ravaged her most sacred place.

How long they took her or how many times she climaxed she had no idea. But no one dared to attempt to take her fully because that was one man’s privilege and everyone knew it. At last they were back in Zimran’s quarters and Gethan led him over to the huge bed where once again she pulled his clothes from him before claiming his mouth with her own. Pushing him onto his back on the bed she mounted him and began to pump his manhood. With each downward thrust she screamed while he grunted and soon they were both ready for surrender. When it came it was as though the very fabric of the spacecraft was ripping apart as Gethan’s nectar and Zimran’s seed fought against each other until they both collapsed side by side in a heap on the bed.

But Gethan was not finished yet and she grabbed Zimran’s hands and placed them over her nipples as she began to gently bite and suck his neck leaving a small passion necklace of love bites through which everyone would know what had happened. Gradually she lowered down before taking him in her mouth and as she felt him harden she used her tongue to gently tease his cock head until he again exploded this time in her mouth and she absorbed the love juice into her throat in a series of swallows.

Eventually they fell asleep and on waking Gethan saw Zimran dressed and about to leave the room. Holding the sheet under her chin she whispered “Do you want me on deck? Or shall I await your return Sir?”

 

[cgraven]

Zimran sat at the head of the wardroom table as he watched Pilot officer de Burgh buck and thrash in unholy ecstasy as she was ravished by the mouths’ of his officers. He watched Gethan’s gorgeous young body arched to chief engineer as feasted on her sweet little pussy and screamed out her sinful orgasm into the mouth of his Executive Officer as the others continued to worship her body with their mouths lips teeth and tongues as Gethan became their victory feast. Each had taken their turn to sup on her sweet dewy innocence, each had let her taste her own darkly sweet forbidden arousal on their lips as they claimed her hungering mouth and each longed to take her to their beds, and yet non dared to speak that desire.

Far from satisfying her, Gethan’s molestation at the hands of the Purarian Pirate Officers only seemed to heighten her hunger for more. Gone was the shy little virgin that had been bound for JaKar’s Pleasure, gone was the naïve beauty that had fallen in love with the Narin commander. Yet in her place was a vibrant young beauty still so innocent at heart giving herself so willingly to her new Commander and Master.

When she awoke Pilot Officer de Burgh stretched so sensual her supple young body innocently on display for Zimran. He smiled as her stunning blue eyes fluttered open and with a little gasp and an adorable maidenly blush, Gethan pulled the sheet up to her chin and whispered,

“Do you want me on deck? Or shall I await your return Sir?”

“Dress quickly my dear!”

His dark seductive voice once more caressing her supple young body and innocent young soul. His very nature was one of sensual seduction and ridged Military command. A Creature that expected to be obeyed without question and Pilot Officer de Burgh had been trained all her young life to obey her superiors.

“Wear something to make my Officers lust for you Gethan.”

He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. He had set this new challenge for her as part of her training as an imperial sex slave. In the past he had chosen what she would wear and how much of her gorgeous young human body would be displayed. Now he would make her choose, maker her decide how much to reveal, how much to display to tempted those who saw her. To much would displayed would be vulgar, to little not sensual enough to fire their imagination. As he sat waiting for her Zimran wondered just what her choice would be.

 

[YoungLisa]

“Dress quickly my dear!” Gethan hoped her face hadn’t communicated her disappointment to Zimran but she was really looking forward to another marathon sex session. She perked up a little when he continued “Wear something to make my Officers lust for you Gethan.”

This really erected two obstacles as far as Gethan was concerned. She was a tomboy and not used to dressing feminine and she had no idea where she would get a wardrobe from. She was about to protest when a door slid across opposite the bed revealing row after row of dresses, tops, skirts underwear. Smiling at Zimran she winked “You’ve thought of everything”.

Gethan remembered her friends saying men liked stockings and suspenders so after taking a shower she found some red panties, a red suspender belt and a lace red bra which had a front clasp. Rummaging through the drawers marked petit coats she found a red under skirt before picking some red stockings in the small drawer on the right.

Finding a seductive low cut dress she slipped it on, ruffled her hair, sprayed a light perfume onto her cleavage.

Leaving Zimran’s quarters she slipped on some red high heel shoes and made her way out to the wardroom. Walking up to Zimran she pulled him into a long seductive kiss while with her left hand she gently grabbed his crotch. “Is this what you meant Sir?” She waited his response,

 

[cgraven]

At his command for her to dress quickly, Zimran saw a previous little girl pout bow Gethan’s lips. He watched as her little pout became a bright smile as he told her to wear something sexy to seduce his officers. Commander Zimran was quite pleased with his adorable little charges progress. He gave Pilot Officer de Burgh a sensual little kiss just before leaving her to carry out her orders.

Zimran had just finished his morning briefing when Gethan entered the wardroom and boldly walked up to him, pulled his body to hers in a scandalously sensual embrace as her moist sweet lips crushed to her Master’s in a long seductive kiss. Gethan’s right hand was still clutching Zimran’s tunic as her lips slowly parted from his. Her while with her left hand she gently grabbed his crotch, her stunning blue eyes holding his back and crimson eyes.

“Is this what you meant Sir?”

The gorgeous young beauty waited silently for her Master’s response. Her soft dark blue eyes eagerly seeking his approval.

“ Yes Gethan.”

He smiled down into her eyes as he slowly lifted her up on to the wardroom table once more. Slowly he stepped back his eyes still holding hers.

“Seduce them Gethan!”

His voice a soft dark command that caressed her senses. He stepped back to see what his little concubine would do. He knew he would again offer her to them once hers and their arousal reached a fevered pitch. Again he would deny them the pleasure of penetrating her. He wanted young Pilot Officer de Burgh use to being naked in public, to have hands caress her naked body, to have her gasping and moaning in dark sexual need. To suffer the agony of sexual desire and arousal until granted permission to cum. He wanted his Master’s to be pleased with the adorable golden gift he was bringing them for their amusement and sexual gratification.

 

[YoungLisa]

“Seduce them Gethan!” For a moment Gethan was shocked at what she was being commanded to do and yet the past few weeks of her life had been one long continual shock. She thought to herself that they never taught them this at the academy.

Looking round Gethan saw the second in command looking at her, a giant of a man riddled with muscles and she could see the lust in his eyes. What was she being prepared for? Why was this so important? But then she remembered some of the stories from the old days when female spies used their charms to seduce the enemy into giving away secrets. But this was the enemy, she was a prisoner and yet she had given herself to Zimran with total surrender and she knew what men liked. She had to make a decision knowing that if she refused she would probably become an orgasm slave and she wasn’t going back to that. Besides she now had a woman’s body with a woman’s desires and she knew she loved sex.

Standing she beckoned the second in command to her and noticed his name was Bashan. Calling him to her she licked her lips before saying in a seductive whisper “So you’re the Second in Command. Quite a big boy! And a girl sometimes wonders if everything is to proportion.” As Bashan came to her she seized a wine bottle from the table and poured some into a glass before handing it to him. “Now … Big Boy … I feel a little bit overdressed. Why don’t we go back to your quarters and you can help me out of these clothes.”

As she spoke a junior officer tried to grab her right shoulder and Gethan pushed him away with the words “Little boys who play with fire get their fingers burnt!” The wardroom laughed as Gethan misquoted Shakespeare “Lead on MacBashan!”

Once they reached Bashan’s quarters Gethan turned, pulled him into a seductive kiss, and in the same movement felt his manhood through his trousers and sighed “My you ARE a BIG boy!” She manoeuvred him over to the bed and then let her prey untie the back of her dress which fell in a pool at her feet. Stepping out of it she released his tunic exposing his muscular hairy chest “Help me out of this” she commanded as Bashan first removed her slip followed by her bra. Allowing him to engage her left nipple with his mouth she undid his trousers and released his hungry cock. “I’ll have to remove these” she said as she lowered her panties “They’re wet, very wet. But I’ll keep my stockings on. FOR NOW.”

In an instant they were on the bed and making mutual love to each other. In a very short time Gethan had Bashan’s cock in her cleavage and she waited the gush of hot living seed that was building inside Bashan. When he came he groaned as Gethan moaned and the frisky sperm made their home on her nipples. “Rub it in!” She demanded as Bashan ensured not a drop was wasted.

After half an hour Gethan asked softly “Have you got any more?” Before Bashan could respond Gethan grabbed his hard shaft and straddled him pumping her sex onto his hardened manhood. She screamed, he groaned and then both exploded as Gethan felt the semen shoot into her womb. They made love another four times before Bashan begged for mercy and helped Gethan back into her clothes. Seductively she returned to the wardroom where another officer waited.

Winking at him she said “I hope I haven’t kept you waiting too long. But I assure you it will be worth the wait.”

 

[cgraven]

While Pilot Officer De Burgh was being groomed by Commander Zimran for her new duties as a very special Imperial sex slave JaKar paced the bridge of the Silent Shadow now adrift without a female pilot to both inspire and feed the need of the Labyathain and its commander. The Veil filled the view screen an impenetrable wall and yet the Purarian Pirates seemed to pass thru it as if it were noting but a thin gossamer veil so easily brushed aside. Yet for him and for the alliance it was solid unyielding. As Jakar pondered the problem one inescapable fact was abundantly clear Pilot Officer Gethan de Burgh had given her life for him and the Silent Shadow. She would be avenged if it took a life time.

“Commander Garibaldi I need a new pilot.”

So with those words JaKar put his little golden beauty from his mind and started his quest to penetrate the Veil.


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Zimran watched as his little concubine seduced his number one Bashan. The way she let the tip of her little pink tongue sensually glide across her moist ripe lips as she crooked her little finger for the man to come closer as she cooed

“So you’re the Second in Command. Quite a big boy! And a girl sometimes wonders if everything is to proportion.”

The suggestive tone of Gethan’s angelic voice so different from the frightened young beauty that had whimpered and begged him “PLEASE … DON’T DO THIS …….“PLEASE … STOP … DON’T GIVE ME A BABY.

Gethan’s gorgeous young body had betrayed her then. But know as his dark addictive essence grew stronger, it’s sensually seductive enhancing her hunger for pleasure, and the dark thrill of the sexual act became her opiate of choice Zimran slowly yet steadily began to mold the young human beauty for her new life.


It had started with her own surrender to Zimran and then her little striptease for his Officers. Gethan had learned to seduce Zimran’s officers with her gorgeous young body. Now she would learn how to seduce them with her mind, with what she chose to wear, and how much of her gorgeous young body she chose to reveal or to hide from them to drive them crazy with lust for her. In the beginning Zimran had chosen what she would wear.

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Now he would let his naughty little concubine choose her own attire to tempt and to seduce.

Each night he would warp Gethan in his wings. Each Night he would give her gorgeous young body what it craved. Each night her addiction for more grew stronger and stronger.

 

[YoungLisa]

Time seemed to be playing tricks on Gethan as the reality of her old life was almost like a dream she had dreamed but could only partially remember. Each night she was fulfilled by Zimran and each night she fulfilled him.

Yet the Commander had not only transformed an innocent recently deflowered girl into a passionate woman. He had created a monster that lived for sexual gratification and the challenge of seducing more and more of his officers.

Every day Gethan selected a more revealing outfit that would not stay on her body for long as she would entice her prey into a larder as a black widow spider would entice her mate. The only difference was that she never killed and ate her victims.

Always a tomboy she began to be more daring as she communicated briefly with the feminine side of her nature. Wearing just shorts and tight shirt

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She found the medical officer and asked for an examination. As the unsuspecting victim drew near Gethan undid the top bottoms of her shirt and pulled the good doctor’s face into her cleavage. At the same time she guided his left hand down her pants until the middle finger found her honey pot. “I’ve been getting some pain here … and I wondered if you could relieve it for me.”

Feeling him lose control Gethan dragged him into the examination room and forced him on his back. Ripping his trousers down she released his hardened cock and removing her panties she plunged down on to him. “I’ve learned to fuck like a man” she said as took him time after time until her womb was dripping with her nectar and his seed. Leaving him she said softly “I’ll be back. I just need to get something to drink.”

Gethan was walking through the bridge area and felt every eye on her when a transmission came through the system warning that an alliance ship was in their vicinity and that it had been recognised as a pursuit vehicle hunting for pirate vessels. For the first time Gethan’s loyalties could become questioned and she sought Zimran to share her thoughts with him.

Finding him in his office she was ushered in by a female human slave who looked at Gethan with contempt. Gethan was the only slave class allowed to approach Zimran and the slave was deeply resentful. Tormenting her Gethan snarled “I’m going to ask if you can watch next time I make love. You never know it might make you wet.”

The slave grunted and left the room and Gethan had Zimran’s attention. Feeling spent seed run down her leg Gethan leaned forward just enough to tease him with her cleavage as she said “Sir, I heard the communication on the bridge and I’ve come to tell you I cannot and will not betray my own people. You can do what you want with me but my mind is made up. However … you did say we were travelling to the third pirate planet and that we would meet your leader. If you want to attempt peace talks I am willing to offer my services as an interpreter.”

 

[cgraven]

Zimran was quite please with Pilot Officer De Burgh’s progress. The way the attire she choose became more sensual, more revealing. She had become quite the sexual predator in her own mind, as she so innocently gave herself over to the sheer carnal joy sex brought her and the dark thrill of seducing Zimran’s officers. What the young human beauty did not know was that each, like Zimran himself made sure that they showed Gethan only the idealized version of their true identity. She was the only one from the light side of the Veil to know that these raiders were not really Purarian, not humanoid in any sense that the Alliance would understand. Though in her young innocent mind they certainly were pirates, for she could not really grasp what they were in reality, Slavers. Nor did her sexual adventures and conquest give her the slightest bit of time to ponder on that dark point. Captain Daphniapal, once Gethan’s hero, and the other women mated to the mechanical obscenities where a means of providing power for the Mighty Labyathain and had she herself not enjoyed the thrill such and endeavor brought. And were they not allowed to savor the excusive rush that sex with a Purarian brought.

As Gethan came from her latest conquest she heard the general announcement that an alliance ship was in their vicinity and that it had been recognized as a pursuit vehicle hunting for pirate vessels. That could mean but one thing they had once more slipped through the Veil and were on her side of it.

“Sir, I heard the communication on the bridge and I’ve come to tell you I cannot and will not betray my own people. You can do what you want with me but my mind is made up. However … you did say we were traveling to the third pirate planet and that we would meet your leader. If you want to attempt peace talks I am willing to offer my services as an interpreter.”

Zimran so loved each little fiery flare of Gethan spirit it was so refreshing so darkly stimulating unlike the cowed young beauty that she had just taunted.

“I have no desire for you to fight your people or any other my sweet little vixen. I much rather have you engaged in other activity Pilot Officer de burg.”

As he spoke Zimran cupped Gethan naked little pussy and let his finger slide along her soft rose petal folds.

“But Gethan I would rather watch as you seduce that naughty little redheaded girl you just taunted.”

He smiled down into Gethan’s eyes as his finger dipped with in her tight chaste young body.

“ Have you ever been with another woman as your lover Gethan?”

Again Zimran’s dark essence wrapped around the young golden beauty as he made his desires know to her.

 

[YoungLisa]

“Have you ever been with another woman as your lover Gethan?”

“Run that by me again?” Gethan responded as she tried to buy a little time? After Zimran repeated his question she responded “You are just like some of the Earth men I knew. Some were fellow trainees like a certain Yacuban I used to know.” She took a deep breath to feed her brain with oxygen before continuing. “You think because I’m a tomboy I must be a lesbian. But you’re wrong Sir, and you … and your crew must know I’m very definitely NOT a lesbian.” She held his gaze for a moment before continuing “That’s not to imply I have anything against lesbians or gay men, it’s just … just not my scene.”

Without further delay she stepped towards Zimran “But if you were to ask me to make love with you again …” She pulled him to her and reached for his right hand and placed it on her left breast before kissing passionately. “Please … let’s go somewhere private …”

Suddenly the ship rocked as a missile struck it dead centre. The shields held but everyone knew they would have to respond. Looking for their attacker on screen they saw nothing until the lookout radioed “Whoever hit us has cloaking capability Sir. It’s probably one of the so called ‘Silent Class favoured by the Alliance.”

Gethan shook her head “If it were one of ours they wouldn’t just fire one torpedo, they’d know our shields would hold. They would stack, that is fire seven in sequence so each one exploded a fraction of a micro second before the one that followed. After four our shields would be useless and the final three would atomise our ship and us with it!”

Just then another message came in “Sir … we are being hailed”. The screen went fuzzy but after a gap of fifteen seconds a face appeared, a face Gethan recognised.

“This is Commander Yacuban of the Alliance and I demand your immediate surrender!”

Before there could be any response Gethan shouted back “Yacuban does your Mummy know you’re here? … What do you think you are doing?” By then the on board computers told the pirates Yacuban was alone on a shuttle he had probably hi jacked in an attempt to prove himself to the Alliance. Gethan pleaded his case to Zimran “Sir … he is very childish and I beg you … PLEAD with you to spare his life. He’ll be in enough trouble with the Alliance anyway and killing him won’t help you.” Seeing no change in Zimran’s face she feared the worse so she responded before he could hit the ‘fire button’ “Sir … PLEASE … I’ll … I’ll … I’ll do anything … I’LL DO ANYTHING IF YOU SPARE HIM … ANYTHING!”

 

[cgraven]

For the first time Zimran saw his little human concubine hesitate when it came to a sexual act. It was more then hesitation as her dark blue eyes went wide with shock.

“Run that by me again “

The shocked expression on Pilot Officer de Burgh’s adorable face was priceless but it was the fire in her stunning blue eyes, which flare of spirit that caught his attention.

“You think because I’m a tomboy I must be a lesbian. But you’re wrong Sir, and you … and your crew must know I’m very definitely NOT a lesbian.”

Even as Gethan held his gaze he saw the blush that kissed her cheeks as she continued.

“That’s not to imply I have anything against lesbians or gay men, it’s just … just not my scene………… But if you were to ask me to make love with you again …”

Gethan’s passionate kiss the way she pressed her body to his told Zimran that the girl was hungry again for that addictive opiate that was his essence. Yet before he could respond before she could continue her seduction all hell broke loose. They were under attack, although it was a clumsy ill coordinate attack. Then the bridge to bridge hailer ended all discussion and the true nature of the ill conceived attack became strikingly clear.

“This is Commander Yacuban of the Alliance and I demand your immediate surrender!”

“Bring weapons on line prepare to fire.”

“Yacuban does your Mummy know you’re here? … What do you think you are doing?”

Pilot Officer de Burgh turned her stunning blue eyes to Zimran and pleaded with him for the foolish young Alliance officer’s life.

“Sir … he is very childish and I beg you … PLEAD with you to spare his life. He’ll be in enough trouble with the Alliance anyway and killing him won’t help you.”

“He is an enemy Gethan and if for no other reason deserves to die.”

Zimran’s finger hovered above the firing button. Yacuban’s life was half a heart beat from ending.

“Sir … PLEASE … I’ll … I’ll … I’ll do anything … I’LL DO ANYTHING IF YOU SPARE HIM … ANYTHING!”.

ANYTHING Pilot officer de Burgh!

Zimran did not wait for an answer for he knew his proud little human concubine would keep her word. He also knew that the Imperial council whose sex slave this little golden beauty was to become was not solely male.

“The little redhead slave girl you will bring her to my state room Gethan seduce her pleas her sexually and then you will force her to please you.”

He turned to the bridge command watch.

“ Warp 5. Transcend the Veil and do not cross back into Alliance space or the realm of light. Set course for Kule de Draco we have cargo and gifts for the Imperil consul.”
Zimran then turned to Gethan. I’ll be in my quarters Pilot Officer de Burgh . I expect to see you and the little redhead there in 10 minutes.”

Gethan had just purchased Yacuban’s life. Now it was time for her to pay the price.

 

[YoungLisa]

Gethan nodded when Zimran confirmed her promise and was not really surprised when she received his demand “The little redhead slave girl you will bring her to my state room Gethan seduce her pleas her sexually and then you will force her to please you.” But she was relieved when Yacuben’s life was spared but couldn’t help but chuckle when she thought how he would be demoted and assigned to the latrines on the Command Station. Then the reality of what she had promised hit home when she heard Zimran continue “I’ll be in my quarters Pilot Officer de Burgh. I expect to see you and the little redhead there in 10 minutes.”

Nodding seriously she said “I am a human, an Earthling and I like to think some of our old standards survive. I gave you my word and only death would stop me from keeping it!”

As Zimran returned to her quarters Gethan went to find Daphniapal and was surprised when she was neither in control booth 16 or in the brothel area. She was actually in her own quarters. Entering her room Gethan saw something of her childhood heroine still survived. The famous warrior was naked apart from a bra and bottom in red which would also serve as a bikini. The bra was way too small and struggled to hold the proud breasts in control.

Clearing her throat nervously Gethan said “Commander Daphniapal I have been ordered to take you with me.” Without arguing Daphniapal stood and made her way towards the command booths when Gethan stopped her “No Commander” she said as she gently brushed her upper arm “we are to go to the Officer’s Quarters.”

“So those bastards want to fuck the two of us now do they? I promise …” She could not continue her sentence because Gethan pulled her to herself and claimed her mouth. Spluttering Daphniapal protested “What the fuck are you doing?” But it was too late as Gethan kissed her again and convinced her to follow. Once in Zimran’s quarters Daphniapal turned and asked “What are you planning on doing to me?”

“You have been my role model since I was young” Gethan said “I never thought I’d ever meet you in person but now I have …” Gethan pushed her heroine down on the bed and kissed her passionately before releasing the massive breasts from their confines “No one understands a woman’s body … a woman’s needs like another woman.” As she kissed again Gethan held first the right then the left breast in her hands and gradually felt Daphniapal respond to her advances.

Kissing downwards she released the bottom of the bikini and soon licked her way down to the honey pot. With her tongue she teased and tormented Daphniapal until she writhed in passion and released a large shower of love juice and nectar.

As they lay in each other’s arms Gethan challenged “What would you like to do to me?” Daphniapal didn’t tell her, she showed her as she induced Gethan into orgasm simply through her nipples. But as the shock faded Daphniapal kissed round Gethan’s sex before gently biting on her clit causing an eruption to take place deep inside her.

Each girl continued to engage the other until sleep finally claimed them. On waking Gethan noticed Daphniapal had gone and in her place was Zimran enfolding Gethan in his wings. “I told you I keep my word” she whispered as she kissed him fully on the lips.

 

[cgraven]

Gethan had promised the one thing that she had sworn she would never do. Why, why had she spoken in such haste with such passion, to save the little insect called Yacuban? Zimran idly wonder as he made his way to his quarters to take his seat for the little show that his sweet little concubine would now perform for his amusement and for her education in her training to become an Imperial sex slave. The commander made no attempt to hide his presence as Gethan came in with the stunning young Commander Daphniapal

“So those bastards want to fuck the two of us now do they? I promise ……

Zimran knew that the proud little redheaded Commander had chosen to be 16 rather than to accept the path that Gethan had taken. He watched as his sweet adorable concubine drew the startled you redhead in to a sensual kiss.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Again Gethan calmed her sweet mouth in a most seductive and passionate kiss as she began to truly seduce her child hood hero.

“You have been my role model since I was young………I never thought I’d ever meet you in person but now I have …….No one understands a woman’s body … a woman’s needs like another woman.”[/i]

Each little gasped phrase was accompany by a darkly seductive and passionate kiss as Pilot Officer Gethan eased her hero down on to the bed and stripped her as she kept the devil’s bargain she had made with Zimran for Yacuban life.

WHEN Gethan awoke she was cocooned in the sensually seductive embrace of Zimran’s wings. As she snuggled closer to her Master she felt a hand squeeze her breast, a thumb graze across her nipple.

”What is your name Darling?

The soft feminine voice of her hero inquired as she teased Gethan’s nipple, her teeth grazing her earlobe.

”it has been so long sense I have had a lover of my choosing……..for as you said my dear………… No one understands a woman’s body … a woman’s needs like another woman.”

This time it was Commander Daphniapal that seduced Gethan that took her with all the assurance and demands of her gorgeous young body as any of Gethan alien lovers had. Both young beauties caught in the cocoon of Zimran’s wings. Gethan de Burgh caught between two very different but very demanding lovers forced to please both at the same time.