Space Exploitation Ch. 01

Suddenly it was quiet, the younger stranger had drawn his weapon, only to have a door open and two security in hard suits with flechette guns pointed at him. Victor was impressed and made a mental note to thank his security chief, "It seems you may have information about what has occurred, so I will also take you into custody until I learn what is going on."

"You can't do that, I have authority from the Senator!" the younger man protested.

"My authority comes from the President," Captain Strange grinned.

While he and the security folks interrogated the seven prisoners, there were three separate calls for him, each higher in authority (though not in his chain of command, which was President-SecDef-Sec AF-him). He ignored them all, wanting the full story first. He still only had fragments, but it was clear that the group of 10 stowaways was to be joined by others (or they were already here) and only his tech had saved them from a pirating or hijacking. The five surviving armed thugs ranted that the population were "godless liberals" and would need to be pacified, which he suspected was a polite way of saying killing most of the men, then dominating and raping the women. The two strangers were sent to extricate the thugs, and he suspected make sure he didn't know what was happening and arrange to replace the pirates.

"For the murder of two of my security guards, attempted deep space piracy and conspiracy to support the same, I sentence all prisoners to death by airlock." He stated for the record once all 7 were in front of him. "JAG and Chang have concurred."

"You can't do that, do you know who we are?" the older stranger demanded.

"Hmm, let him put his name on record, then carry out his sentence." Victor was using the old law that allowed a Captain and two senior officers to be judge in extremis, and piracy or hijacking was a capital crime. Then he turned to his calls. He called the senior first, a Senator on the Defense committee from Alabama.

"Sir, what can I do for you today?"

"Well son, it seems that a mistake was made, and I'm arranging to have my men take your prisoners back to Earth to solve the mistake."

"Oh, that won't be necessary sir, the prisoners are already on their way back to Earth."

"Good, good, when will they arrive?"

"I'm not sure, I'm not an expert in orbital decay, but you will probably see them as meteors in the next three months or so, if you are looking at the right part of the sky. Somewhere near the equator would be best of course."

"What the hell are you spouting!" The formerly genteel senator yelled at him.

"Well, they were armed on my ship, attacked my crew, and shot me, I had them executed for murder, attempted murder, piracy and attempted hijacking."

"On what authority?!?!"

"My authority as captain of the ship."

He could almost hear the senator calming himself, "Well, anyway, when will my two aides get back?"

"I imagine at about the same time, by trying to prevent my investigation - including by use of deadly force by the way-they proved to be complicit in the plot, so they were given the same sentence."

"You over-promoted incompetent traitorous moron, one of those aides was my son!"

Victor sighed, "I apologize for your loss, please make sure your other children do not kill any of my people or attempt to interfere in my mission and they won't suffer the same fate." Then he cut the signal as the Senator sputtered. Once he was on another planet nothing the Senator could do would matter.

Grace Miller still wanted to apologize, as head of security, she was appalled that her CO had been exposed to danger, infuriated that two of her own had died (even if they were "temporary," since the extreme crew diet made her shipboard security force near useless) and perplexed that ten armed men had made it through her safeguards. "Victor?" The CO had long ago asked his senior officers to use his first name, and she respected his order.

"Oh, hey Grace, great job on those pirates by the way."

Grace blushed at the praise she didn't feel she deserved. "I don't know about that, they got through my security."

"I'm talking about how your folks backed me up with those civilian pricks. As for the initial intrusion, I'm pretty sure they had some high level help, or maybe even a plant in your staff, was anyone forced on you?" the Captain asked her.

"My off watch supervisor, Norm Pickett, but he is lazy as the Mississippi river and twice as dumb. We just work around him. I think he is a political favor for someone, but at least he isn't coming with us."

"From Alabama?" The question was almost too casual.

"Yes sir," Grace was falling into her Marine training as she realized the 'old man' knew something she didn't.

"Those idiots were trying to take over my ship, but I don't think 10 could do it, assuming they intended to kill all the male crew, I'm guessing they planned about 100 stowaways. They would have needed to attack soon after launch even then. It could be more if they were going to kill some of the women too..."

"That Tech, Gonzalez, who found them, can I borrow her?"

"Great minds think alike, I already told Chang to loan her to you. Please give her more than 2 escorts this time though." He joked.

Trish knew that what she was doing was "wrong," and yet she had enough faith in her own ability to attract men, and frankly after he had saved her life, she wanted the Captain in the worst way.

Granted, she wouldn't have kicked him out of bed even before then, but somehow, having her life on the line, having him risk his life for her, she just had to do something for him – and, she admitted, something for herself.

She was wearing black boy-short panties, and a matching, very low cut bra. Her loss of weight, especially in "the girls," still bugged her, but she knew that all the women on the ship had the same problem, and she knew that most men would accept what she wanted to offer even in her skinnier shape.

The Captain's lock had been no challenge for her, she probably could have broken it and fixed it in 15 minutes, but she just bypassed it with an electronics trick. Now she was kneeling at the foot of his bunk, waiting for him to come to bed.

Victor was tired from a more stressful day than usual, and having to limp from the residual damage to his leg wasn't helping. He leaned against the bulkhead as he used his thumbprint on the door, then winced as his hurt hand stretched in a way it wasn't happy with. The door opened, and he stumbled in before he noticed the nearly nude Latina kneeling by his bed. The door swooshed shut behind him, and he used force of will to close his jaw.

"Sir, Engineering Mate two Gonzalez requesting permission to thank you for saving her life!" She barked, making a credible imitation of someone in the military, if military enlisted spent time nearly nude in their officer's quarters.

"Patricia, right?" He stammered, buying himself time, "Um, how did you get in here?"

"Yes sir, but most folks call me Trish, you can call me anything you like." She crawled towards him, arching her back in an unmistakable offer of her body. "As for how I got in, you will find that I'm very skilled with my hands." She opened the front flap of his coverall. "And my mouth, though that isn't as useful for electronics."

He was tired and hurt and, much as he tried to deny it, horny, but some part of his mind insisted this wasn't right. His cock apparently didn't agree, and by the time she had it out it was hard. Her mouth surrounded it, and he put a hand on her head to try to stop her. Both of her hands trapped that hand, then she fell forward, and his cock slid into her throat. He could tell that with her hands up, leaning forward the way she was, she had no control. He was worried about his cock just jamming into her, and pulled her head back.

She groaned sensually, and he realized he could smell her arousal. Something in his mind gave in, and he was suddenly controlling her head as he slid into and out of her throat. She was gagging a bit, but her eyes were looking up at him, and he didn't see fear or pain in them. It almost looked like she was challenging him, telling him that he wasn't challenging her at all, that she could take anything he could do to her.

And she was right, his hurt leg spasmed, and he almost fell on her. He pulled himself free and stumbled to the bed. "Sorry, my leg," he gasped.

"Oh," she gasped, realizing she had put her pleasure before his injury. "I'm sorry, how can I make it up to you?"

He grinned at her, and she seemed to know exactly how to make it up to him. She again crawled towards him, then as he pulled himself fully onto the bed, she followed him until her body was above his. She leaned back on her haunches, reached behind her, and unsnapped her bra. As she dropped her arms down to support her weight on all fours again, the bra slid down her arms onto his chest. His eyes were spellbound, and if he had known of her worries, he would have reassured her, small or not, her breasts were wonderful.

He reached his good hand up, palming a breast, then tugging the nipple, until she lowered it to his face. His lips latched on, and he even nibbled a little bit. She was grinding her panties against his cock, which was still sticking out of his coverall. Suddenly she reached down and pulled her panties to the side, then lined him up and pushed down, she winced for a moment, then looked at him with lust.

"Oh, that's good, I feel so full," she purred, before rising and dropping her body onto him. He felt an animal urge overcome him, and he pushed her back up, off him, then managed to twist her under him on the tight bunk. His injuries hurt from rough use as he pushed back inside her, but he didn't care. He was inside her, pounding hard, she had to grab a pillow to protect her head from the bulkhead as he slammed into her.

Suddenly he was kissing her, hard, his tongue was trying to trap hers, to possess her. Some primitive instinct was screaming "mine, my woman," and he wrapped his arms around her. She seemed to be responding as well. He felt her vagina pulsing around him, and her moan in his mouth. It was too much for him, and he shot inside her, then collapsed onto her.

Trish was delighted, she had just wanted to give him a "thank you on her back," or maybe just a blow job, but it had gone from a fun fuck, to a great fuck. Her toes had curled just before she felt his cum splashing against her insides. Then he fell asleep on her. She pulled the blankets over both of them, and drifted off herself, enjoying the weight of his body on her.

Victor shifted off her at some point during the night, not that he noticed until he woke up, with her lying next to him, and his arm over her. His cock was pointing into her backside, and it was doing what it tended to do in the morning.

"Oh, that's nice," she murmured, and rubbed her butt against his hardness. He experimentally used his bad wrist to point his cock into her valley, and tease her. She tensed when he almost hit her anus instead of her vagina, then said "Well, I haven't done that, but for you I guess I could try."

"I don't know if that was the wrong thing to tell me, or the right thing," he growled, then found the right opening, and shoved into her. She arched her buttocks into him, making it easier for him to get deeper inside her. After a bit, she rolled onto her stomach, and he started to fuck her doggie style in earnest. His arms on each side of her body, his weight on top of her. Each thrust pushed her face into the mattress, making her gasp for breath. He was able to grab one of her breasts while supporting himself, and he mauled it, tugging and pinching her nipple. His breath seared the back of her neck, then his mouth followed, kissing and sucking at her skin.

Of course, as most men know (and some women are lucky enough to figure out), the morning hard on lasts longer than most. The second time he heard (and felt) her cum, a stream of Spanish swear words emphasized by repeated, pulsing squeezing of his cock, he almost let go, but it wasn't until her third cum that she was able to coax out his seed.

One of the advantages of the Captain's cabin (other than not being shared) was the attached head (that's navy speak for bathroom). He grinned at the double entendre as he thought of it, and led her into the shower.

They washed each other, then she dropped to her knees. "You don't...don't...need to," he groaned, but she was licking and sucking on his cock anyway. "You aren't...going...to get...another load...from me...right now." He was sure of it; she had drained him last night, and again this morning. But apparently she took it as a challenge.

He had turned off the water to spare the recyclers, and so she was able to look up at him, piercing him with her fierce brown eyes. Then she took her mouth off his cock, pointed her tongue, and stabbed at the spot where his cock met his balls. She dragged it upwards, pressing hard on the tube that his cum would travel, and opened that path. "I'm gonna," he tried to warn her, as she clamped her mouth around him, grabbing his butt to pull him deeper down her throat. She managed to make the swallowing muscles in her throat pulse as he shot straight into her gullet, milking him strongly.

"Well, I should get to work sir," she grinned at him, "But any time you need my help, let me know!" With that she quickly pulled her own coverall on, slipped her panties and bra into her pockets, and danced out of his door. The thought that she was naked except for the coverall was almost enough to get his well-used cock hard again. OK, not just almost, but he scolded it, got his own (clean) clothes on, and headed to the bridge.