Voyages of the White Skull Book 1

by Jason Alan Jones

  The Black Ice began to move on the conveyor belt, which led back to the hanger bay's exit. Once the hanger door shuts behind him, he fired up his thrusters and quickly flew away. The young pirate checked his radar to make sure there are no ships following him. He looked over and saw a small brown box on the side of his flight console. He quickly opened it up and is happy to see ten bottles of Percocet. To Jesse's very happy surprise, Haseeb had also left him a plastic bag containing morphine lollipops, which he loved. He had tried the morphine lollipops a few years ago when he was with Monica, they were her favorite drug. The first time he tried one it made him sick to his stomach, but, he called it a good kind of sick feeling. Jesse was surprised that Haseeb had gotten them, since he knew that they were hard to come by.

  "Fuck yeah," Jesse whispered to himself. He was very happy, since he knew that he was running low on drugs. The thought of how Monica was very determined to track him down caused Jesse to open one of the bottles of Percocet and scatter five pills in his hand. He walked into his living room and washed them down with two shots of Absinthe.

  Jesse pulled out a note that Haseeb had attached to the side of the box:

  Jesse,

  Don’t worry, everything is on me. I know you prefer to pay me, but I still owe you my life. Be careful, I told Don to inform you about Monica and the Haven sisters. Monica wants you back, permanently. She's gone mad, and will not stop until you are hers. She still loves you very much, be careful. Watch out for the Haven sisters; they are new but are extremely deadly. I had Don unplug some parts in their ship's engine so they won't be able to catch up with you. I had some workout equipment installed by one of my men in one of your empty rooms. The owner of the gym on my station picked it out for you. It is the latest equipment, so enjoy, my friend. It seems like old times, huh. I hope I'll get to see you soon. So have fun, because you know I will, motherfucker.

  Haseeb

  Jesse took the lift down to the floor below. The first room next to the lift used to be the engineer's master bedroom. Jesse had the room cleared out when he bought the ship. The engineer's stuff was still in it. He thought that the engineer must have been an extremely fat man since the room and bed were so incredibly large. Jesse also had to have the room cleaned because it smelt like death and the floor had blood stains on it. The space pirate wondered what the hell the engineer was doing in his room, or thought maybe everyone on the ship was assassinated. Jesse didn’t understand why they even needed an engineer since the ship didn’t require any maintenance. The engine room had technology, which he was told by Elijah, that was developed by the UPG. The power source, which powers the entire ship, had some kind of recycling energy device. He isn't sure how, but the engine has an unlimited source of power. Jesse still didn’t know of any other ship that had this type of technology. He had been studying the components of the engine ever since he bought it, just in case he had to fix something in an emergency. Engine mechanics definitely weren’t one of Jesse’s favorite pastimes. On his last ship, he had his own mechanic and didn't have to worry about that sort of thing. The hieroglyphics on the engine, however, still confused him. He still wasn’t sure what they meant, and didn’t understand why the same markings were on the obelisk he was caring in his cargo hold.

  He opened the door to the empty room and saw, to his surprise, a gym. Jesse was astonished on how professionally the gym equipment was set up. He had heard of some of the equipment but had not seen it until now. Mirrors were placed all around the room, making it appear even larger. In one corner of the room, a skinny silver stand was placed, which had a pair of gravity weights on top. The space pirate was impressed, because he knew gravity weights were very expensive. They were two small silver balls that you hold in your hands for resistance training. They have tiny buttons on the side of each of them so you can adjust the amount of gravity they produce. The higher the setting, the heavier they are. It is the latest in bodybuilding technology. They were also used by martial artists. In the middle of the floor, there was a bench press machine and a shoulder press machine. Next to the right wall, a hover treadmill floated.

  To the left of the room rested a large assortment of free weights. Jesse was looking forward to getting started with his workout. First, he had to hide out for a few days at one of his secret locations. He didn’t want to risk Monica finding him before he made his first drop off on Nemtox 8. Jesse quickly made his way back up to his flight room and punched in the coordinates, which would take him directly to one of his secret bases. He pushed his throttle forward, and the Black Ice accelerated with amazing speed.

  Chapter 4

  "I wouldn't recommend sex, drugs, or insanity for everyone, but they've always worked for me."

  Hunter S. Thompson

  While aboard Monica’s ship, the Huntington, the female crewmembers prepared for the Friday night party. Every Friday Monica allowed the girls in her ship to let loose and get crazy. Heather Haven was this week’s guest singer. Heather, who it was said had the sexiest vocals of the entire solar system, was going to sing for her friends tonight. She was a favorite among the crew. Heather, on the other hand, wasn’t as excited as the other women. She and her sister desperately wanted to get back to their own ship, the Merrick. Although they care for Monica and her crew, they were not crazy about being aboard a ship full of lesbians all of the time. The sisters desperately craved male companionship.

  “It’s Friday night and I feel all right,” Natalie sung.

  “You are so gay,” Janet commented to her friend.

  “You’re right, I am gay,” Natalie said, as both girls laughed.

  “I love what Cinnamon has done with the club,” Janet commented to Heather, who was sitting next to the two girls.

  “I know, she really went all out with the décor,” Heather said.

  “How long did it take her to have a stage put up?” Natalie asked Heather.

  “About four days. She had some of the crew help out. These metal tables are nice, right?” Heather asked.

  “Yeah, I love how the lights reflect off the silver tables. Your sister doesn’t mess around,” Janet said.

  “What time are you going to sing?” Natalie asked.

  “Around nine o’clock. I want the girls to get some drinks in them before I start singing,” Heather smiled.

  “Why?” Janet asked, looking confused.

  “I don’t know, I…just…don’t think I’m that good,” Heather expressed. Heather backed up when both girls shifted in their seats.

  “Are you nuts, girl?” Natalie asked. Heather was about to speak but was cut off by Janet.

  “Are you crazy? You are amazing. I’ve never heard anyone sing like you. All of the girls wet themselves when you sing,” Janet said. Natalie hit Janet in the arm, causing Heather to laugh. Heather was laughing more at Janet’s comment. All of the women on the ship wetting themselves was not a pleasant picture for Heather.

  “What she meant to say,” Natalie eyeballed Janet, “is that you should be more confident. You have a wonderful voice, girl,” Natalie added.

  “Well, thank you, girls, I appreciate it. It’s just that I haven’t been singing for too long. It seems that word about my singing got out a little too fast. I’m not sure if I believe the hype about myself…I don’t know.” Heather seemed confused.

  “Anyhow, I don’t think you should worry about anything. You should just go up there and do your stuff. The girls on this ship really stand together,” Natalie said, trying to reassure her.

  “She’s right, and they sleep together too.” Janet was serious, but she felt compelled to add some humor.

  “Will do,” said Heather, smiling. Cinnamon walked over to her sister with excitement in her eyes.

  “Well, sis, how do you like the club?” Cinnamon asked.

  “Once again, you’ve outdone yourself,” Heather said.

  “Thank you, baby, I love you so much,” Cinnamon said, with glazed eyes.

  “You’ve been drinking, haven’t you?”


  “A tinny weenie bit, sis.” Cinnamon laughed. Heather jokingly nodded her head in disapproval.

  “Are you ready to start?” Cinnamon asked.

  “We have to wait for the captain,” Natalie said.

  “You’re right, we can’t start without Monica,” Heather said.

  Before the girls could even ask each other where their captain was, Monica made her entrance.

  The next afternoon, Monica had one of her girls call for Natalie to come to her quarters. “Natalie, report to the captain’s quarters,” a girl’s voice announced over the intercom.

  “Lucky girl,” Cynthia Battle leaned over and commented to Natalie, followed by a wink. Cynthia was a new addition to Monica’s crew, who recently and mysteriously appeared out of almost nowhere. Most of the women on the ship lusted after Cynthia. They loved her sexy, curvaceous body, and short, black hair. She was a bold woman, who mostly kept to herself. Although Natalie had a tan complexion, her cheeks were visibly red as her skin flushed with excitement. Natalie tried to keep her composure as she got up and walked through the ship’s long corridors. She caught herself skipping and quickly started to walk more gracefully. The other women in the hallway knew where she was headed and grin at her with delight and jealousy. In the eyes of all the women of the Huntington, it was considered a great privilege to spend some alone time with Monica. Every woman on the ship ached for her. Monica had such a way with men and women to where she could make them do anything she desired. It had been awhile since it was Natalie’s turn to visit her. Monica has a very large compliment of female crewmembers and spent each night with a different girl. Natalie, on the other hand, is Monica’s best friend and favorite companion and sees her a little more consistently than the others. Customarily they would slip off for a quickie, which ended up in any private corner they could find. Natalie found it very hard to share Monica, who she loved profoundly. Many nights Monica had to explain to her that she had an obligation to the other women on the ship.

  God forbid anyone mentioned Jesse’s name. She would have a fit. She understood why Monica slept with other women but could not comprehend ever sleeping with a man. Natalie herself had never been with a man, and she didn’t plan on that ever changing. She did her best to not even think how Monica was so obsessed with the White Skull, of all people. The only comfort in those thoughts was how Monica told her that Jesse was the only man she ever loved. When Natalie reached Monica’s quarters, she touched up her hair and fixed her outfit. Her heart began to race. She took a deep breath and knocked on the metal door.

  “Come in,” Monica instructed. When Natalie opened the door, she heard Monica ask her to come to the bedroom. The lights were dimly lit and soft music played throughout her apartment. Monica was well known for being a master at seducing both men and women.

  Natalie inhaled the fragrance of sweet incense and fresh roses. Natalie could feel her nipples begin to grow sensitive with the thought of kissing Monica’s soft lips. Monica was always able to give Natalie multiple orgasms. When Natalie finally reached her room, she slowly entered. The room was romantically lit with candles, which were placed around the bedroom. The shadows of the flames danced on the walls and gave Monica a seductive radiance of sexuality. She was lying on her bed, which had white silk sheets. Natalie played the part of the very shy, coy girl who bit on her own lower lip. Natalie wanted to jump on the bed and tear into Monica‘s slender, sexy body, but she knew she mustn’t. She stood in the doorway and began to unbutton her shirt, as she felt herself become wet with excitement. For a moment, both women looked at each other and felt their hearts connect. They were very much in love. Monica slid off her silk bra and panties and then motioned with a finger for Natalie to come to the bed. Natalie continued to take off her top and dropped it on the carpeted floor. She moved closer to the bed and placed her left hand on one of the posts connected to the bed. She seductively looked at Monica and began to take off her pants, then G-string. Natalie slowly slid into bed with her lover and leaned in for a kiss. The women begin to passionately kiss, as they begin to explore each other’s bodies.

  “You are so beautiful,” Monica said in a soft voice.

  “No, you are so beautiful,” Natalie expressed. Their kisses were so intense that Monica became intoxicated with passion. Monica rolled Natalie over to her side and began to kiss her soft neck. Natalie’s eyes rolled in the back of her head as Monica made her way down to Natalie’s breasts. She began to suck on the lower side of her breasts, since she knew exactly what drove Natalie crazy. Natalie’s body happily responded to Monica’s generous mouth. Natalie couldn’t take it anymore, and rolled on top of her captain. Natalie nibbled on Monica’s nipples, followed by hard sucking. Monica guided Natalie’s head over her hard abs and then down between her long, sexy legs. . After twenty minutes, Natalie got up and opened Monica’s enormous sex toy collection, which was concealed behind the wall on the right side of her bed. Natalie pressed a button and the toy collection unfolded. Monica bit her lower lip when she noticed Natalie grab her favorite sex toy, the supersonic rabbit.

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  While on a secluded base on one of Jupiter’s moons, named Io, Luis laid comfortably on a purple chaise Victorian lounge. While lying on his right side, with purple pillows tucked under his arm, Luis read through the, "Gay Independence History Book," published in 2095. It was Luis's favorite book, which told the stories of many gay men and women who had struggled for rights and liberation. It explained in detail the tragic Gay War of 2044, which took place in Fresno, California. A war that lasted one year and where thousands of gay and straight men and women had lost their lives. Rumor had it that the war was started over pair of shoes. Luis read on as he skimmed through to his favorite chapter on how gay marriage was finally accepted in all states and countries in 2045. As the years had passed, even the smallest of towns on the planet Earth had openly gay people. Luis loved that after so many years of gay’s fighting for rights that homosexuality was looked on as a normal part of life, and that if one were gay, no one looked at you in any other way than being normal. He couldn’t imagine how gay men and women lived in such dark times where they were not accepted. Luis closed his book and clapped his hands twice.

  “Oh, my men, bow to me, your one and only Queen,” ordered Luis, with his flamboyant Spanish accent. An army of handsome men in the room bowed before him, replying in unison, “Yes, my Queen.” Luis covered his mouth as he smiled. The large room in which Luis rested in he called his “Playhouse.” His monstrous mansion was recently built in the hills of Kessel. His playhouse was a vast room, which he had personally decorated in pinks, yellows, and purple colors. Placed next to him on his right side there was a small white column with a red pillow and gold tassels resting on it. On top of the pillow rested a large golden paddle. It was one of Luis’ ways of punishing his men. At the bottom of the steps there was a large, colorful casino Big Wheel, which had different words on it, wherein Luis would spin it to determine someone’s fate.

  “For the first order of business, I must make a few changes. I need the days of the week to step forward,” ordered Luis.

  “Snap, snap, bitches, let’s go!” Luis yelled. Seven men ran up and stood before him. Each of the men was wearing a tight white shirt with one of the days of the week on their muscular chests.

  “All right, Tuesday, I want you to switch to Monday. Monday, since you’ve been such a good little boy—well, actually big boy—you will now be Friday. Saturday, you will stay the same, as will Wednesday and Thursday.” Luis rose in his chaise lounge a little and pointed directly at Sunday.

  “Sunday, if you don’t shape up, you will be replaced altogether. Que, you don’t want to be put in the box of soreness, do you?” He loudly scolded Sunday.

  “N…n…no, ma’am,” Sunday nervously said.

  “All right, I will give you one more chance, but after that…your ass is grass, bitch,” Luis said, snapping his fingers. The men, who were told to switch, took off their shirts and
made the appropriate changes, then went back with the other ranks of men.

  “Bueno. Now there are a few of you who must be punished. Hector, Trilio, Tommy, Paul, Oscar, Martin, and James, I want all of you to come forward and line up,” instructed Luis.

  “Tu has sido un nino grosero. You have been naughty boys,” Luis said, as he shook his head. The wicked punishment of his men was always Luis’ favorite time of day…well almost.

  The seven men came forward with their heads lowered, worried what their punishment may entail. Luis stood up, walked over to the Big Wheel, and looked into the eyes of his frightened men. He placed his hand on the edge and dramatically pauses for a reaction. One of the men passed out, hitting the floor with a hard thud. Luis pressed his lips together to hold back a laugh and then spun the wheel.

  “Hector, Trilio, Tommy, Paul, Oscar, Martin, and James, we are going to do something a little different today. Whatever the wheel lands on will be the punishment for you all. Normally I’d do it individually, but this time I want you to know how severely pissed off I am at you. Any questions? No, I didn’t think so,” Luis explained. The seven men held each other’s hands for support. They were scared, due to the fact that one of the Big Wheel’s options was death. The other choices were being spanked, being fisted, the box of pain, no punishment, or having to sleep with a group of women. Which, for most of the gay men in the room felt they would much rather be punished with death, or the box of pain, than having to be forced to have sex with a woman. They watched as the wheel spun and spun, praying that they would at the worst be spanked. The wheel stopped. The seven men gasped at the same time as they saw where the wheel stopped. It stopped on spanking.