Galactic Bandits Compilation

by Duke Campbell

  Regan thought of the time he’d spent in this shower their first night on the ship. He thought of how good and warm the water would soon feel.

  He noticed Calico hesitate to get in the shower and thought he should say something. After all, the shower could house them all. And they were all adults.

  Besides, space adults seem to be much more cavalier about these things than Earthlings.

  Regan was about to tell Calico not to be bashful, when Straya reached out of the shower and handed him a sponge. Her naked body was dripping wet. She still had gunk in patches, but the water pressure had already accomplished most of the job.

  Her perfect tits called out to Regan, as her chameleon skin blended in with the whiteness of the shower tiles.

  She winked at Regan, and instead of trying to encourage Calico, he simply stripped down and stepped into the shower.

  He accepted the sponge from Straya as she asked, “Would you mind, Captain? I’m having trouble reaching a few spots.”

  Regan first let the water consume him entirely. The warmth felt good on his body and calmed his nerves. With one hand he massaged Straya’s shoulders and with the other he rubbed soap on her naked body with the sponge. He switched the sponge hand and massaging hand. First shoulders, then arms, then her back, and ultimately down to her ass, which he took his time with.

  He knew that Calico was watching, but he didn’t care. He was the captain, and one of his crew had asked to be washed. How could he refuse such a request?

  He noticed that Calico had finally stepped into the shower, but was on the far side, just watching Regan and Straya.

  Regan continued down Straya’s body, down her legs to her feet. And when he stood back up, he told her to turn around.

  She did with a smile. And again, he washed her and massaged her at the same time. He washed her neck while he gripped it lightly, then moved down to her chest, rubbing one breast with the sponge and the other with his hand, then swapping. Then he moved down her torso, and below.

  Straya moaned a bit, and Regan kept going. He started softly with the sponge, then relied only on his hand. Straya put her hands on his chest and also began to touch him. She grabbed the sponge out of his hand and started to wash him.

  Regan stopped pleasuring Straya for the moment as she took over washing duties.

  She stepped behind Regan and reached around him, washing his chest with the sponge and feeling his body with her free hand.

  “I think we ought to give her a show,” she whispered into Regan’s ear, then licked it.

  Calico was still on the far side of the shower, in the corner watching them, her tail twitching. At that moment she turned her head away, blushing. But Regan knew she wanted to watch.

  He also thought of Straya’s relentless ability to get one up on Calico. Perhaps this was just another attempt. And even if it was, Regan didn’t care. They were both part of his crew now.

  Straya started rubbing Regan’s cock, which began to stiffen. She kept at it, and Regan could see that Calico couldn’t help but watch.

  “I’ll bet she’s a virgin,” Straya whispered in his other ear, and then bit it playfully.

  Regan initially thought there was no way.

  All that time as Mephistopheles’s slave?

  But then again, she never saw the captain’s suite before.

  Regan couldn’t believe that Mephistopheles had never made a move on her. But perhaps if she was as good at manipulating him as she claimed to be, then it was certainly possible.

  He also thought about her being royalty. A claim which Regan now believed. If this was true, then perhaps the virgin aspect didn’t seem so unlikely.

  But from the way Straya was rubbing his cock, virgin or no virgin, it was clear Calico was about to get a show. And as if they read each other’s thoughts, Straya whispered again into Regan’s ear.

  “Let’s show her what’s she’s missing out on,” she said as she stepped around from behind him and dropped to her knees before him.

  Straya put her lips around Regan’s freshly washed cock and began to suck and lick. Regan leaned against the glass shower wall and enjoyed himself. He knew Calico was watching, and he didn’t care. In fact, he was enjoying it.

  He looked at her then, as this whole situation was turning him on tremendously, and he noticed she still had her cuffs on. She was washing her body and tail, maybe even touching herself, but doing it slowly with bound hands.

  He had a feeling Straya had willfully forgotten to uncuff her.

  Then Straya brought her face up to Regan’s, lifted a leg, wrapped it around him, and slid his cock inside of her. She kept one foot on the ground as she arched her back away from him, aiming her perfect tits into the air. He held onto her ass with one hand and squeezed her breasts with his other. Then he grabbed her neck and put a finger in her mouth.

  He did little work as Straya thrust against him, riding him up and down.

  He glanced at Calico who was not washing herself at all, just watching the action happen in the shower before her. And her eyes went wide as Straya started to moan loudly. Regan could feel her insides tremble in climax.

  Her entire body became tense and shivered in his hands. She then grabbed onto him and squeezed him as she released.

  She leaned forward and kissed him hard, putting both hands on the glass on opposite sides of his face.

  She dropped to her knees again and put his cock down her throat. It was deep, and she pulled him deeper with her hands on his ass. She bobbed her head as hard as she could.

  Regan put one hand in her hair and took a fistful. He put his other hand on the back of her head and thrust into her face until he released himself down her throat.

  She sucked out every last drop from his manhood then winked at him.

  She then walked out of the shower, passing Calico on the way, and grabbed a towel to dry off.

  Regan stood for a moment longer in the warm water. His erection had fallen, and he felt completely relaxed. He too joined Straya, figuring they could trust Calico enough to return when she was finished.

  Regan stepped past her, noticing she grew timid for a moment, unsure of his intentions. He reached over and unlocked her cuffs. He tossed them into the suite where they landed on the bed.

  “I forgot you still had those on,” he said. “That should make it easier to wash yourself. Meet us on the bridge when you’re ready.”

  Regan turned back to face Straya who had a towel waiting for him, holding it open. She wrapped it around him, drying him a bit as she did so.

  There were several robes hanging near the shower entrance in a grand walk-in closet, and Regan and Straya both put one on. They could still see into the shower from there as Straya pointed out Calico, who was now sitting on the bench in the shower, pleasuring herself. She must’ve thought the mist was enough to hide her actions, but it was pretty obvious what she was up to.

  She had clearly enjoyed watching them get it on, and Regan liked that. He was starting to want Calico, especially after watching her like this.

  Straya leaned into Regan and put her hand underneath his robe, grabbing his cock.

  “She wants you,” Straya whispered.

  Regan smiled.

  “Don’t worry,” Regan said. “I’ll make her earn it.”

  Regan and Straya left the suite for the bridge.

  When Regan and Straya entered the bridge, the first thing he noticed was that it was clean. The goop that had been dripping from them when they entered had disappeared.

  Regan looked around and smiled, then made eye contact with Arkei.

  “What happened to the gross remnants of Slobbers?”

  Arkei smiled and pointed to the back of the bridge, where Squit and Bob were sitting.

  Regan couldn’t help but notice that Bob’s hair was all over the place and his shirt was buttoned incorrectly. However, he had a satisfied smile on his face, and whether or not he knew what was going on, he was enjoying himself.

  He gave Regan a
thumbs up.

  Regan returned it. He was curious how the two of them made any interaction work, but he thought it was best to leave that one to Bob.

  “Squit turned on the automatic ship cleaner,” Bob said, kicking a little robot that reminded Regan of a roomba. “She knows all kinds of things.”

  I’ll bet she does.

  “Thank you, Squit,” he said.

  Arkei grabbed Regan’s attention again, showing him a message that had arrived from Tookie. She brought up the screen and started to play it. Tookie’s face appeared, and he began to speak.

  “After my gas boy and I cleaned up this place, we did a little exploring of our late friend Slobbers’ ship. It seems he has a bunch of mobster contacts, including a direct line to the head honcho, Salvato, himself.

  “I’m pushing his communication code your way, but I gotta tell ya, as brave and smart as you are, contacting Salvato directly is a dangerous move. The guy doesn’t work that way. But I owe ya one, so there it is. I’ll be around if you need anything else.”

  The message ended and Arkei turned to face the group.

  “He forwarded the communication code like he said he would,” Arkei said. “But I agree about his caution of contacting Salvato ourselves.”

  Regan considered it, but he knew he couldn’t wait around for Salvato. He didn’t like the ball being in the mobster’s court. He had to make the move.

  Besides, catching Salvato off guard will be a good thing. He won’t see me coming, and might think twice about who he’s dealing with.

  “Let’s call him,” Regan said.

  He sat in his captain’s chair wrapped inside his robe, feeling in control of the situation.

  Straya took her seat and started setting up the call on the screen. Just then, Calico walked in. She was clean and also wearing one of the same robes. She nodded at Regan, as if thanking him for the shower and robe.

  She took her seat in the pilot’s chair and purred as she did so.

  Straya worked her magic, bringing the screen up with Salvato’s face. To Regan’s amusement, Salvato was definitely surprised.

  “So the human has a few tricks up his sleeve?” Salvato said with a smile. “First of all, who gave you this number?”

  “You’re not the only one with contacts in this galaxy,” Regan said.

  Salvato smirked, making Regan feel he might even be impressed.

  “We found your cube and want to hand it over, so how about a meeting?” Regan asked.

  “Smart play, my boy!” Salvato said. “I can see you’re a businessman, and not a foolish one. I will remember this going forward. For now, why don’t you send me the coordinates to your location, and I’ll send a team to collect the cube. You and I can go out and have a drink after we put this business behind us.”

  Regan didn’t reply right away. He felt there was something off about Salvato’s kindness. The last time they spoke, he was much more raw in how he was handling the situation. This seemed like a phony kindness.

  Even so, he nodded at Straya.

  “We’ll send them right over,” he said.

  “Good doin’ business with ya!” Salvato said, then the screen went black.

  Straya typed in the coordinates and sent them off. Reverie, who was sitting near her, noticed something wasn’t right. She put her hand on Straya’s shoulder.

  “You lied about the coordinates, didn’t you?” she asked.

  “Damn,” Straya said. “You are good.” Straya turned to Regan and said, “I sent him the coordinates to the filling station.”

  “Why did you do that?”

  “Because I didn’t trust him,” she said. “And I could tell by your face you didn’t trust him either. Think about it, he came to get the cube from Mephistopheles himself, and now he is going to send some goons to pick it up instead? I don’t think he’s on the level.”

  Regan nodded. “I thought that as well. Now we just gotta get a hold of Tookie and tell him the mob is on its way.”

  Straya entered some information into the screen in front of her. “Already on it, Captain.”

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Regan ordered for Tookie to be brought up on the screen, and within moments his large face was there. His disgusting tongue took up a large chunk of the video feed.

  “I trust ya got my message!” Tookie said.

  “I did,” Regan replied. “Thank you for your help. We communicated with Salvato, and… Well… He’s headed your way.”

  Tookie’s eyes lit up with anger and fear. He was clearly displeased with this news, but wasn’t sure how to respond.

  “Let me clarify,” Regan said. “It won’t be Salvato himself, but some of his goons.”

  “So why send them to me?” Tookie asked.

  “Just to keep ahead of the game a bit,” Regan said. “Contact us when they get there. We just have a few things to figure out on our end first.”

  Tookie nodded reluctantly.

  “Tookie,” Regan said before the two hung up. “They want something that we have. This has nothing to do with you.”

  “I told you how to get a hold of that crazy mobster!” Tookie said. “Whatever you’re into, I’m in it now too. It’s still not as bad as anything Slobbers would have done to me. Did you know he likes to eat his victims alive?”

  “Can’t say I did.”

  “And he takes a week to digest his meals. I’d rather deal with mob business than that. I’ll stand by and if something changes on my end, I’ll call you.”

  Tookie disappeared from the screen. Regan knew he had dragged Tookie into their mess, but he shook it off. He would make it work.

  Then Calico spoke up.

  “I know you’re all against me on this, but I think we need to consider taking the cube to the Universal Council,” she began. “There is so much corruption that would be uncovered, and we could seek asylum with them for safety until it blows over.”

  “But some of that corruption is within the Universal Council itself,” Arkei argued. “They’d probably just make us disappear along with the evidence. It’s better nobody knows we have this cube, at least for now.”

  “I’m inclined to agree with Arkei,” Straya said. “Why would they let a bunch of renegades like us walk in and dismantle the governing fabric of the universe?”

  Regan was torn on how to play his next move. This situation was indeed a dangerous one, a battle of wits more than a battle of strength. He had to outsmart many players here.

  The bottom line was, he didn’t care about uncovering any corruption, considering he himself was an illegal species in space. In his mind, he was as illegal as anything else going on, and the only way to maintain this lifestyle was to stay under the radar. And storming the Universal Council’s door down with accusations of corruption was definitely not the way to keep a low profile.

  “We could have someone else deliver the cube for us,” Regan said. “A courier of some type, to get this thing out of our hands. That’s all I want, for this device to no longer be our problem.”

  “Or we could just run away,” Reverie suggested. “We could sail off toward some uncharted system and not have to worry about anything else again.”

  The longing in her voice was clear. Reverie wasn’t one for battles or conniving back-door deals. She wanted to relax and feel good. She wanted to give and receive pleasure. She wanted nothing to do with this situation.

  “Salvato won’t stand down,” Calico said. “Even if the cube is delivered to him via courier, he still won’t rest until he hunts you down. You have bested him now twice, and he won’t be happy about it. Not until he destroys you.”

  Regan considered all of this. He considered the mess they were all in. He knew Tookie would be playing his part, so he had to play a part as well. He couldn’t just idle around and wait for something to inspire him into action. He had to make use of whatever time he had.

  Then something occurred to him.

  “Wait, we have potential resources that we haven’t even
tapped into yet,” Regan said.

  Reverie picked up on what he was suggesting straight away. “The specimens!”

  “You bet!” Regan said with excitement. “Straya, Calico, and I need to get dressed, then we’ll meet up at the cargo hold to check them out. We may just have a potential crew member with some skills that can help us out of this one.”

  The entire crew soon reunited at the cargo hold. It was filled with crates of items that they had looted, but hadn’t been able to enjoy yet because of the whole mess with Salvato.

  Arkei stopped in admiration of the platform of guns. She grazed them with her fingertips as she passed by.

  Soon they were all standing before the four cryopods they had saved. Of course, one cryopod was already open—the one Squit escaped from. So that left them with three.

  Reverie approached the first one and brought up the creature’s information on the side. “It’s a male Voltek,” she said thoughtfully. “Volteks are a Class A species that can handle significant amounts of radiation. They can also survive the vacuum of space for about an hour at a time. Volteks are also great engineers, but they move incredibly slow due to their metabolism.”

  Regan peered through the glass. The creature inside was reptilian, resembling a giant gecko. It was skinny with long arms and a tail.

  “His ability to attach to any surface, squeeze through tight cracks and carry heavy items with his tail will make him a big asset for us in keeping this ship flying,” Reverie continued, looking over the information on him. “The only downside is that because of his speed, he won’t be very helpful in repairing the ship during fights. Only after, once we’re recovering.”

  There’s always a catch, isn’t there?

  “Free him,” Regan said.

  Reverie pressed a series of buttons on the cryopod. Soon the pod began to glow a bit until the glass pulled back and the Voltek nearly fell to the ground.

  He was weak, and his balance wasn’t great as he tried to stand. He blinked his big, black eyes many times, as if adjusting his vision. His body was flatter than it looked when frozen. He was incredibly skinny, skinnier than Regan thought possible, with tan skin. When he walked, it was on his hind legs, but because of his current balance, the walking display was less than impressive.