FreedomofThree

by Liberty Stafford

  “It’s alright, Hans. She’s a friend. Put your weapon down.”

  “Don’t friends use doorbells?”

  “Ships don’t have doorbells,” Brandana scolded. “Hans, give us a minute or two. It’ll be alright. Check on Uno, will you?”

  “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on. If you let her get control of the ship…”

  “I won’t. Just go. Please.”

  Hans was utterly confused. “Whatever. Just yell if you need me.”

  “So,” Brandana sighed once they were alone.

  “So,” Raniko repeated.

  “I said we’d see one another again. I didn’t foresee it being like this, though.”

  “What in the galaxy’s name are you doing, Brandana? You’re my bounty. I’ve got to take you in.”

  “Take me in? You can’t be serious?”

  “I’m not saying it will be easy. I know you well. Very well. I like you. This is the last thing I want. Hell, girl, what am I meant to do? There’s a lot at stake here.”

  Embracing, a flood of emotions flashed magically between them, leaving them feeling drained. Raniko held Brandana’s hand.

  “You have the queen on board, don’t you? How can you be involved in a kidnapping? Is it really true?”

  “It’s a long story. We never meant her any harm.”

  Brandana told Raniko her heartfelt story; all about her slavery, the emancipation and the sorrowful revenge. As soon as Brandana mentioned Devon, everything fell into place in Raniko’s mind. She knew that she had some explaining to do. Her hunter’s conscience fought battle with her own moral conscience. Nothing in the galaxy was simple anymore.

  “I understand,” Raniko said, pitying Brandana whom she knew to be a good soul, if not more than a little confused by her rebellious and revolutionary cause. “And now I’m afraid I’ve got something terrible to tell you.”

  “Go on.” Brandana hardly dared to listen.

  “I have a bounty on board my ship. The one I was looking for when we met. I found him on the beach. It’s Devon. I was sent for him by Queen Uno.”

  “You have him? Is he hurt?”

  “No! I’m a bounty hunter, not a killer. He’s fine. I’ve got to tell you, I was never quite happy taking this job. If a man’s fought for his freedom, he ought to be able to keep it. Then again, I’d be lying if I said all the bounties I’ve ever brought in have been off my conscience. It’s a living, or at least it was.”

  Brandana picked up Raniko’s other hand and stroked it lovingly. She asked, “Where do we go now?”

  Spinning in orbit, one small ship in the huge eternity of the cosmos, a strange peace filled the ship. A special moment which no-one seeks to ever disturb. A time when words are unnecessary. Everything has already been said and done. A tentative equilibrium when the very next move might spill over into chaos. The safest thing is to keep still and quiet. Everything can wait for just another moment.

  “What are you going to do with us, bounty hunter?” Brandana finally asked.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Under The Covers

  Over a replicated cup of coffee, reclining on Brandana’s bed, the women negotiated their options. Actually there were no options. None that love would agree to except one. Not that things weren’t extremely complex. Others were involved and things had gone too far for simplicity now.

  Raniko lay on her belly on the comfortable bed, chin cupped elegantly in her upturned palms. “You know I could never turn you in.”

  Brandana stroked her smooth face. “Kind of glad about that. Not that I would have let you deliver me.”

  Raniko screwed up her mouth. “And I’m not too sure about Devon either. Churns me up too much just to think about it.”

  “Where were you heading when you were sent to intercept us?”

  “Back to HQ with him but very slowly. I don’t know. I suppose that’s fate, right?”

  “Fate. Love. All those things are stronger than hate. Someone back there’s full of it.”

  “Uno.” Raniko pulled a sour face. “Queen bitch. I suppose we should talk to her.”

  “Persuade her into our way of thinking, you mean? She won’t let this go, you know,” Brandana told her. “She wants me dead. Punished first, then dead.”

  “Well that ain’t happenin’,” Raniko spoke decisively and wagged a sharp, red fingernail.

  “Come on, let’s go and see what sort of mood she’s in. Poisonous or detestable have been the slim choices so far.”

  However some sort of lover’s luck was at play all over the universe at that point, particularly in the dark surroundings of their ship for a strange and wonderful sight met their eyes as the prisoner’s cabin door slid open.

  Tumbling under a maze of crumpled covers were the writhing figures of Uno and Hans, both completely naked and breathless in the surprise of being caught so vulnerably, Hans about to deliver her a firm thrust. Hans squinted at them, a slow, thin grin spreading across his face as he threw back his veil of black braids.

  Uno, on the other hand, looked a little crazed at being found in such an uncompromising position, a married royal, doing the do with a dirty, young rebel fighter, her kidnapper. Her hair, usually so impeccably fastened into the Irellan triangle, was loose and spilling around her face and shoulders, completely undermining any authority she might once have had.

  “Oh dear,” Brandana managed to mutter.

  “Well, well.” Raniko smiled coyly, knowing that now they had the upper hand completely.

  “I,” Uno stuttered, unable to deny or explain anything.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Uno’s Revenge

  After giving them some space to regain their dignity a little, Hans spilled into the corridor, fastening the zip on his thigh hugging, grubby, black leather trousers.

  Raniko arched her chic eyebrows. “Glad to see you know how to handle a matter of national security.”

  Brandana stifled a laugh.

  “I couldn’t stand any more bitching and moaning.” Hans looked rather pleased with himself.

  “Well you certainly managed to shut her up for a while.” Brandana folded her arms.

  “I know, and the weird thing is, she’s really nice when you get to know her.”

  “Bloody hell, Hans!” Brandana yelled. “How long has it been since you last had sex? You are joking?”

  “No.” he looked coy. “Listen, has she got to go back to the palace? If she stayed with me, she would be different. She’s really alright, Brandy, honestly.”

  Uno appeared unexpectedly with Hans’ laser pistol in her hand, trained upon his chest. “Is that so? Hands in the air! You people are so simple. I have heard that these things can slice through five people at a time. Do you think it could? Perhaps I should try.”

  “Queen Uno.” Raniko pulled herself upright. “You don’t need to do this. I’m the bounty hunter your people sent. Nothing to do with this kidnapping. If you let me go, I’ll get right on my ship and pretend I never made it to you. Then whatever you do to these two can be purely self defence. And I know that thing will shoot through two. Done it myself.” Of course, Raniko had no intention of leaving them to die. She was appealing to Uno’s blacker nature, trying to trick her into dropping her guard.

  “Don’t take me for a fool, my dear,” Uno bit back. “Now, all I have to do is decide in which order I want you to die. Hans, lover, you can stand at the back. I have the least hatred towards you. Yes, you kidnapped me but you’re a good lover, I must give you credit for that. Bounty hunter, stand before Hans. You were meant to save me. You failed. You’re also far too pretty. Firstly, and I will enjoy this with a sweetness, Brandana, I will train this weapon happily on you and watch the pain filled contortions on your face as you drop dead at my feet. Move it. Get yourselves in line.”

  Uno smiled treacherously as the three hostages lined up according to her whim. There was no time for goodbyes. No more words. Uno aimed the weapon towards Brandana’s chest, sav
ouring the discomfort and apprehension keenly evident in the air. Her finger closed upon the trigger.

  A strange, red glow spread on Uno’s chest. Her face expressed a terrible pain. She dropped the pistol. Her lifeless body slumped onto the floor. Behind her, a friendly and most welcome face appeared.

  “Devon!” Brandana cried and ran into his firm embrace.

  Even Hans, who had not been his biggest fan, grasped his hand and forearm in a mighty shake. “It’s good to see you!”

  Raniko looked at him with her head cocked to one side and hands on her hips. “How did you get here? Didn’t I tell you to stay on my ship?”

  “I watched you teleport over. When you didn’t come back, I thought something was going on. Curiosity killed the queen it seems.”

  “I came to get you from Botanica!” Brandana bubbled over. “You weren’t there. I didn’t know how I’d find you but I never would have given you up.”

  “I knew there was a reason I didn’t turn you in.” Raniko grasped Devon softly at the nape of his neck and kissed his cheek.

  Hans took the pistol from Devon’s hand, which rested on his sister’s hip. “Stun. At least we won’t be up for regicide.”

  “Who cares?” Raniko was lost dreamily in Devon’s dazzling eyes. “They’d have to catch us first.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Finding Each Other

  Raniko contacted Hudson Brody from Hans’ ship to fill him in on this strange and twisting mission which seemed to change with the tides. Hudson listened to her story with dread. He could see a lot of paperwork and long meetings with the police commissioners coming from all this. He took another tablet, dry, and it stuck in his throat.

  “For my sake, Raniko, make sure the queen gets back to her planet in one piece.”

  “Don’t worry, Hudson. She’s quite safe.”

  Hudson breathed a sigh of relief. “And the bipene?”

  “Devon’s not a prisoner. She’ll withdraw her request.”

  “How do you know?” Hudson grumbled.

  “Believe me, I know. Anyway, for now, sir, I’m needed in the bedroom. If you need me, you have my co-ordinates.”

  “Yes, Raniko, get some rest. Once you get back, I’ve another mission for you.”

  “We might have to talk about that, sir.”

  Raniko left Hudson Brody to mull over her last remark and cut all contact for she was indeed needed back in the bedroom. Brandana’s bedroom. The place where something special had begun to develop.

  As she entered the room, she found Devon and Brandana locked together in a tight, naked embrace, pulsing their tongues together, their eyelids fluttering in anticipation. Raniko pulled back the white bedcovers to see their bodies entwined, Brandana’s hand enclosed over Devon’s thick penis giving it lavish strokes. Another penis, fully engorged and brutally purple, stood erect behind his back.

  With a swift movement, Raniko threw her white robe to the ground and lay behind Devon. She pressed herself onto him, her hands embracing both his hairy body and Brandana’s smooth form. As Raniko took Brandana’s pink nipple in her hands, Devon moved his penis up inside the freedom fighter, Raniko easing her friend into position and rubbing her buttocks softly. Raniko slid down and began to suck at Devon’s second penis, her tongue tracing every bulbous vein and shining curve.

  Raniko kissed Brandana whilst watching Devon rocket in and out of her for a while, sensing her extreme pleasure. Raniko took her tall, slender legs and light frame onto Devon’s back and sat on his second penis, as beautifully wide and urgent as the first, letting his motion which was in Brandana also be the motion inside her. Devon gave a throaty moan. For the first time, he felt the complete fulfilment available to him and, through him, this passed into the girls as though they could all feel one another at the same time; six pairs of hands and two hot vaginas full of pulsating stiffness and a frantic exertion to the sweetness of triple climax.

  Meanwhile, Hans stood outside Uno’s room. He was uncertain. He put his hand near to the pad outside Uno’s room and hesitated. She was calling for him. In sultry tones. Uno knew full well that he had plotted a course back for Irella and that she would shortly be back home, in the palace, with her husband, just a little ashamed. For that, she had a deal of frustration and was calling for her dirty pirate to help her get rid of it. Only Hans knew that, despite it all, he had fallen for Uno but the thought of her naked, slipping it to her from behind, soaking up her wetness, made his penis grow so large it showed above his leather belt loops.

  So that night as the stars twinkled, as the planets leisurely turned by the irresistible pull of the moons, as the galaxy continued to be an endless phenomenon, there was a cruiser somewhere full of queens, Star Fighters and resistance fighters, an incredible mix, in a ship full of blossoming passion.

  About the Author

  Liberty Stafford resides in the beautiful countryside of rural England. She particularly enjoys the romantic side of life, both with her pen and in person. Liberty’s major hobby is people watching and many of her ideas are created from chance encounters, overheard whispers or divulged secrets, concealed of course in a shroud of mystery.

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  http://libertystafford.terapad.com