The gunboat flashed through space, rolling away from pulses of energy unleashed by the pirate cruiser pursuing it or violently shaking when it couldn't and was hit. In the gunboat's cockpit the pilot, a young redheaded woman named Dianne Metcalfe, checked her screens for the hundredth time, willing the computers to give her the go-ahead for an FTL jump. A harsh jolt threw her forward, only seatbelts kept her in her chair, and Dianne hurriedly began unbuckling them.
The gunboat drifted towards the much larger cruiser, caught by a tractor beam, and as it was pulled into the cruiser's hanger a pack of men in mismatched outfits filed in. They sported a variety of firearms, most carried pistols but a pair cradled multi-barreled assault weapons. Another had a cutting tool in his hands, a spurt of flame emerged when the device was powered up. One last individual swaggered into the hanger, he towered over the others and folded all four arms over his expansive belly as he gazed at the captured ship.
"Retrieve the occupants. Kill any who resist."
The pack moved forward, closed in on the gunboat's access hatch. Despite their motley appearance the pirates moved with skill, making sure each was covered by others, and from his spot near the hanger entrance Hajus simply looked on.
Sparks arced from the gunboat's hull as the cutter was put to use, the smell of ozone filled its interior and began wafting throughout the hanger. Dianne cursed as her ship was being violated, the woman standing in the gunboat's atrium. There was a pop as the locking mechanism was burnt through, a squeal of metal as the hatch was forced open, and she was pressed against a wall as four men swarmed inside. One pirate entered the cockpit, stepped back out after just a moment, while two others ventured aft, into the lounge and bedroom beyond.
The fourth man, the one pinning Dianne in place, roughly shoved her around, pushed her out of the gunboat. Others caught her, passed her from pirate to pirate, until she was on a flat deck. Such was the speed Dianne was hustled that she nearly fell upon reaching the end of the queue, stumbling for a couple of paces. She regained herself just as Hajus strode towards her, the pirates who'd boarded her ship leaving it.
"Just her onboard boss. Ship's made up as a mobile home."
Dianne turned as the pirate spoke and looked up, and up some more. Hajus unashamedly leered down at her, his eyes running over her form. Dianne took a step back as he reached for her, not liking the intent behind the motion, but bumped up against a pirate, letting out a cry as he seized her by the arms.
"Has fire." The words were virtually growled out, threatening, and Hajus grabbed Dianne's chin with a hand. "You'll learn reak, love, me. Put ship in store."
Hajus roughly yanked Dianne away from the pirate, all four hands closing around her limbs, and she struggled as he lifted her off the deck.
Hajus carried his captive through the corridors of his cruiser, keeping her tight against his bared chest. His pace had Dianne bouncing, a blush formed on her cheeks as they rubbed against each other. The blush deepened when she felt Hajus' kilt shifting, a quick glance down confirmed her fears.
"You do this to me. Be honoured."
Hajus laughed as Dianne tried to squirm free, she soon stopped though when she realised she was only arousing him further. His march to his expanse of personal chambers didn’t last much longer, a thick bulkhead ground open to reveal richly-decorated wall panelling and soft-looking carpets. Hajus strode past side-rooms whose decks were covered by pillows and silks, more than a few were occupied by women in various states of dress. The pirate captain stopped on the threshold of his private bedroom, he threw Dianne onto his bed and with the flick of a wrist denuded himself.
Hajus' physique was probably be described as overweight, only hints of the gladiator's body he'd once possessed remained, but everything was proportioned according to his size. His penis hardened as Dianne scrambled to be against the bed's headboard, curved up to almost point at her. He climbed atop the bed, moved forward until he was looming over Dianne and with ease tore the clothing from her body. With a shriek Dianne shrank back but Hajus seized her legs and pulled her to be flat on the bed, shifting his grip to be around her waist. A cruel grin was on his face as he thrust into Dianne's depths, stretched her open. The woman tried struggling but with his grip her range of movement was greatly lessened, she could only grit her teeth as she was despoiled.
It didn't take long for Hajus to reach his climax, Dianne groaned as she felt him stiffen to a surely impossible hardness. Thick blasts of seed burst forth, completely painting her insides, and soon began oozing out around Hajus' member, forming a puddle beneath Dianne's ass. Excess cum poured out when Hajus pulled back, his breath hitched as a final few wads erupted forth to splatter against Dianne's stomach and breasts. She was limp on the bed, exhausted by the vigorious fuck, and was staring blankly at the bedroom ceiling, breasts heaving.
"Mally!" Hajus roared for one of his other toys, waited until a Kithwee appeared. "Clean me. Prepare her."
The slavegirl ducked around Hajus' softening length, nuzzled against it, and with a delicate tongue licked its tip. Her master growled at the sensation, all four hands clenched, but he held himself still as Mally lavished attention on every inch of his flesh-spear, as she made it glisten.
Eventually Mally stepped away and Hajus glanced first at her and then Dianne before letting out a bullish snort, stomping off with a purposeful stride. The Kithwee waited until the sounds of the bulkhead closing could be heard before scrambling into the bed, squirming up to be next to Dianne. Again her little tongue slipped out, her ears twitched as she began licking the cum from Dianne's flesh. Bleary eyes met hers as Mally's lips closed around a nipple and the Kithwee rose onto her knees, swaying slightly.
"You give Master's seed a salty aftertaste." Mally licked her lips, let out a moan as she swallowed. "I hope he uses you again soon."
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