From Bounty Hunter to Bimbo

by Jay Aury

  Station SS9

  Book 5: From Bounty Hunter to Bimbo

  Jay Aury

  Jay.aury@aol.com

  This book and its contents are copyright 2018 by Jay Aury. All rights are reserved and no portion may be reproduced aside from brief quotations for review purposes. Photo credit to Maksim Shmeljov.

  All characters appearing in this story are over the age of 18. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or situations is coincidental.

  The Disguise

  The face in the projection was a hard one. Broad and flat with a thick nose, eyes bolted lenses and an access jack in the neck like a metal pit.

  “Zabrienne Solar,” the projection said. “Wanted by Ring World authority for arms trading, corporate espionage, piracy, murder, and association with illegal elements. Former member of pirate crew Black Sun Riders. Armed and Dangerous. Dead or Alive.”

  Nadia Crest let her eyes wander down to the reward and gave a low whistle at the numbers humming in the air. “Three million,” she breathed. She flicked some brown hair from her face and shifted in her seat, her form fitting black bodysuit stretching against her modest breasts and firm bottom. Over this she wore a white jacket and nothing else but a belt of pouches loaded with a blaster, code breaker, and other tools of the bounty hunter’s trade. And these were only the obvious ones. More subtle modifications had been done to her sleek body; bones reinforced with iron meld, movements enhanced with adrenal injectors, and an immune system that would be proof against most poisons. All frowned on deeply by the legal profession, but out beyond the Ring Worlds, your enemies sure as hell wouldn’t play by the rules. And you had to be better than them to take them down.

  She glanced up at Reily, sitting across from her. The man was hunched over in his booth, his face a webwork of steel and cable, his eyes a pair of red pinpricks in metal orbs and his mouth hidden behind the mask of a respirator. “And he’s here? You’re sure?”

  Reily nodded, the motion accompanied by a low hiss of hydraulics. “Yes,” his voice crackled. “His yacht drew up at 7 Terran Standard. He’s having an auction aboard, but that’s the best I know.”

  Nadia flicked her finger, a steel microblade sliding from under the nail like a talon. She picked her teeth with it. “Don’t suppose you have a ticket?”

  Reily hissed, a sound like rough laughter. “Tough,” he rasped. “All invitation only. But…” His pinprick eyes flicked out and to the main floor of the bar, the shadowy shapes of dancers illuminated in the neon glow of holo lights spinning through the air like fireworks, twisting around cages where woman wearing nothing but pasties of light swayed and danced in time to the music.

  Nadia grinned a little. She knew how Reily loathed such places in their excesses of flesh. She wasn’t worried about being spied on. SS9 was loaded with bars, mod shops, and a dozen other kinds of transient entertainment establishments. And in every one there was bound to be bounty hunters, pirates, smugglers and splicers rubbing shoulders and doing their business. The station wasn’t so much a residence as a waypoint, a last stop for drink, fuel, fucking, and near any other vice you could imagine before hitting Lucky Space. Among its durasteel halls splicers offered mods and smugglers wares, all under the carefully corrupt eye of Station Security.

  Nadia killed the feed with a flick of her hand, Zabrienne’s face distorting before it vanished. She slid her finger under the table and flicked on a dampener, the air taking on a subtle shimmer of interference feed. “There. Now, how about it?”

  Reily twitched as his mods adjusted to the interference of the field. He nodded. “No tickets for sale. But,” he continued. “It will be stationed near Armin Delta. Dock thirteen. At least three boarding ramps extended to take on special guests.” He slipped a small plastic data card across the table. “Copy of Illdrin Tabiria’s pass. Best get there before he does or there’ll be questions. But once you’re in, you’re on your own.”

  Nadia hummed, picking up the card and watching the gloss shimmer as she turned it in her fingers. “Tricky.”

  Reily leaned in, shutters twisting to narrow his red pupils. “If they find you, they won’t be pleased. Odds are you’ll end up on the auction block with whatever else they’re selling. How are you going to get in?” he asked intently. “Station Security is all corrupt. They won’t help you bring Zabrienne in. Odds are they’d warn him in the hopes of a payday. So how?”

  Nadia merely grinned. She reached into her pocket and slipped a credit chit across the table. “I have my ways. Thanks, Reily. Until next time.”

  She rose with all the grace of a hunting cat of old terra, slipping out of the booth sleekly. She felt Reily’s augmented eyes on her back, intent and watchful. She smirked, shaking her head as she stepped out of the club and into the cacophonous halls of SS9. Odds were good the little shit was already scrambling to get to Zabrienne and spill the fact a svelte bounty hunter with brown hair was going to enter his club with a fake pass to kill him. One problem with that, Nadia thought, crumpling the access card and tossing it into an overflowing waste bin. She wasn’t coming in the front door, and she wasn’t going as herself.

  She strode down the warm halls of the station, stale recycled air breathed out of vents running along the ceiling. Holo lights blaring images of writhing naked women through the dark, shouts of men and the chorus of alien song ringing through the durasteel corridors. Here and there whores in nothing more than humming bands of light plied their trade among the miners and spacers.

  Her steps took her deeper into the station, down from the clamorous promenades and into a deeper level. Here the more blatant brothels resided, among other operations. Soon enough Nadia glanced up at the humming sign plastered above a shop squeezed between a brothel whose beats thumped through the air and a rigger’s shop.

  Morinth’s Modifications

  Nadia grinned and slipped through the shimmering barrier that served as a door.

  Within was a world so at odds with the grimy darkness of the station she had to blink against it. Chrome was the order of the day, encompassing walls and machinery spread across the floor. Cables streamed like pillars here and there, monitors sprouting like steel flowers and flickering green text flowing down black screens. Glass vats took up a far wall, filled with a bubbling green liquid and shapes suspended within discouraging a close look.

  At the far end of the shop was a silver desk. The man seated behind it was of medium height and wearing a crisply neat white lab coat. His hand rested idly on the desk, tapping at hovering keys of orange light while a holographic screen hovered in the air. If he noticed her arrival Nadia couldn’t tell, his eyes hidden behind a wraparound band of green light.

  Nadia made her way slowly across the room, her heels clicking on the floor. She leaned on the desk, grinning like a cat. “Morinth,” she purred.

  He moved his head. “Nadia,” he said. “Wonderful. And what do you want?”

  “Aww. Why so hostile?” Nadia purred as she slid her ass onto the desk, leaning back and glancing over her shoulder coyly. “You’d think you’d be pleased to see your saviour.”

  “I seem to recall you were the one who shut down my shop on Tessar Prime.”

  “And I seem to recall helping you out of that little situation too.”

  “Yes. When your payday fell through and Torvin Nex decided it’d be cheaper to kill you than pay you.”

  Nadia smiled as the microbales slid from her nails. She lifted her hand, examining the razors of steel with amusement. “He figured very wrong.”

  Morinth sighed and swiped his hand across the screen, banishing it. He turned towards her, leaning forward. “What do you want, Nadia?”

  “I need a favour.”

 
“I don’t do favours.”

  She turned her body some more, pushing out her breasts, her black bodyglove creaking enticingly against her slim curves. “Not even for me?”

  “Especially not for you.”

  “So cruel. But what if I told you I’d be willing to pay?”

  “It would have to be a lot.”

  “I have a mark I’m after and I need some help. Zabrienne Solar.”

  Morinth cocked his head. “Oh? And how do you expect me to help you with that?”

  “You know him?”

  “I did. He’s offering some interesting tech looted from a science vessel that went with too little an escort.”

  Nadia grinned wider. “Thought so,” she purred. “So how’s about lending me a hand bringing him in?”

  “And I suppose you’ll be paying me out of the reward money. Yes? So in other words, you can’t actually pay me yet.”

  “Not yet,” she admitted.

  “And if I say no?”

  She smirked again. “You won’t,” she purred.

  Morinth tapped his finger on the table. “I suppose,” he said at last, “that I could figure something out.”

  Nadia laughed. “That’s what I thought. Oh don’t look so sour. Help me, and I’ll take care of everything.”

  “He’ll recognize you.”

  “Not after you mod me.”

  Morinth sighed. “So this again.”

  “Oh come ooooon,” Nadia groaned. She cupped her modest breasts invitingly. “You now you want to just stuff these tits so full of mutagen they’re ready to burst out of my suit. Make my ass so spankably sexy I could use it as a shelf. And my hips so grabbable it’d take a eunuch not to want to bend me over a table and fuck my slutty brains out.”

  “I don’t want to do that,” Morinth said. “It’s simply the ideal form for the female body.”

  “And melting the pretty slut’s minds so they can’t think of anything but their next cock?”

  “That is… merely a side effect.”

  Nadia laughed. “Oh please, Morinth.” She crawled nearer, her eyes alight with hunger. “You can’t tell me you don’t run that brothel next door not to have a needy slut on hand whenever you want one? I bet you keep a stable of prized bitches just to satisfy yourself on.”

  The green screen over his eyes stared back blankly. “I do not.”

  “And why not?”

  Something cool rested against the back of Nadia’s head. “Because he’s got me.”

  Nadia stiffened at that bubbly voice and the feel of the barrel of a blaster against her head. She slowly raised her hands.

  The voice behind her giggled. “Morinth! Was this little lady bothering you?”

  “No, Dava. This is just an old friend.”

  “Oh! Then I can put this away?”

  “Yes. Nadia isn’t going to try anything.”

  The bubbly voice giggled again and the barrel left her. Nadia turned about quickly and started in surprise at what had to be the curviest woman she’d ever seen.

  She was tall with a ribbon of rich blonde hair snaking down from beneath her helmet. Her breasts were massive, seeming even larger in the low gravity of the station, and unbelievably full and perky. Her ass and hips swelled in the perfect hourglass shape that would get a Stellaran Monk hard, all of it wrapped in an impossibly tight blue bodysuit of a station security guard. Her helmet’s visor slid back, revealing bright baby blues and a pair of plump, full lips.

  The blonde bimbo giggled, her massive breasts jiggling with her laughter as she holstered her blaster. “Well! Any friend of Morinth’s is a friend of mine. Hi!” she chirped, thrusting out a hand. “Dava Galix! Morinth’s resident cocksleeve!”

  Morinth sighed. “I do wish you’d stop calling yourself that.”

  “Am I wrong?” she asked with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows.

  Morinth sighed again.

  Nadia glanced back at the splicer, then to Dava. Never one to hold a grudge, she smiled back and grabbed the blonde’s hand, pumping it. “Nadia. Bounty hunter.”

  “Oooh! Pleased to meet you. What did you need from Morinth?”

  “Well,” Nadia said, her voice dripping with exaggerated sadness. “I came all this way for his help taking down a very bad man. And all I wanted from him was to give me the tits and ass to make sure he’d want to do nothing but fuck me stupid, and he said no.”

  Dava gasped in horror. “No! Morinth! You refused to give this pretty girl the best tits she could imagine? For shame! I mean look at these!”

  Nadia gasped as Dava grasped the slimmer woman’s modest breasts, giving them a playful squeeze. “There’s just so much to work with.”

  “I know!” Nadia moaned, turning about and pushing out her rear, the tight fabric of her bodysuit conforming perfectly to the firm globes. “And my ass so needs some work!”

  “Oh you poor thing!” Dava cried, giving Nadia’s firm bottom a playful squeeze. “Morinth! I’m ashamed at you! How could you refuse to give this woman the slutty curves she needs!”

  Morinth massaged his brow. “Oh very well. If it will let me get back to work I’ll do it.”

  “Yay!” Dava cried.

  “Thanks Morinth,” Nadia grinned wolfishly.

  “Yes, yes,” Morinth sighed as he flicked a button on his desk.

  The far wall hissed, sliding open and pushing forth a machine that made Nadia’s stomach flutter. It resembled a chair, though the seat was a mass of webbing and the arms and legs had some serious looking shackles. Of rather more concern, however, was the mechanical arms suspended around the chair, several of them ending in pointed injectors.

  “Oooh! The chair,” Dava purred. “You’re going to love this!”

  “Guess so,” Nadia said. Despite her trepidation she undid her belt and let it fall about her feet. Next came her white jacket, tossed onto a chair, followed by her bodysuit, her finger sliding down her chest, the fabric giving way seamlessly to reveal her toned, hairless body. Here and there pale scars from a brush just a little too close revealed her true trade, but these were few. Most she had removed over the years, only a few kept as reminders of things done and lessons learned. She stepped forward, her body sleek and strong as a gymnast’s, pale as cream from lack of uv light. She slid into the seat of the chair, a shiver racing through her as her arms and legs came to rest on the cold metal, the webbing of the seat adjusting to the shape of her ass.

  No sooner was she in place the shackles snapped shut, locking her securely into place. She gave a start, then settled, waiting uncertainly for whatever was to happen next.

  Morinth made his way around the chair, checking the restraints and mechanisms. The very businesslike method assuaged her a little. She didn’t necessarily trust Morinth, not completely. She didn’t trust anyone, but she considered it a safe bet he wouldn’t stab her in the back too soon. Seeming satisfied, he stepped back.

  “Normally,” Morinth said as he began to input data into a waiting terminal growing from a tower of fiberoptic cable, “I would have given you a visor. But it seems you merely wanted the body.”

  “That’s right,” Nadia said.

  “And what a body it will be!” Dava giggled.

  “Indeed,” Morinth observed dryly. “That said, the visor’s function was more than that. There may be some… alterations regardless. We’re working with intense mutagen here. And as a result there might be some rather intense experiences during the process.”

  “Intense?” Nadia asked warily.

  “Yes. Do try not to go insane,” Morinth said as he touched a button.

  “Wait, what do you mean ins-ah!” Nadia gasped as the needles moved, two plunging into her modest breasts, two more into her firm derriere. “Ouch! That was nnnnn!” Nadia groaned as a new sensation spread through her breasts and ass. A warmth that raced down her suddenly supremely sensitive nerves like jolts of lightning, quickly shifting to a throbbing warmth that spread through her, gathering in her tender core.

 
“Oooooh,” Nadia moaned, pushing out her chest as best she could, panting as her nipples throbbed with sweet sensitivity. She felt the changes, felt her body fight against the invasive mutagen. She willed it not to. Willed herself to give in to the transformation. If that had an effect or not she couldn’t tell, but the feeling of sickness passed, submerging beneath a new sensation. One far preferable.

  “Ohhh fuuuck,” Nadia moaned as her breasts began to swell. She watched, jaw slack with awe, every beat of her heart seeming to reverberate through her sleek form, pushing her breasts to become larger, heavier. Her nipples jutted out, buzzing with the faint touch of the air. Nadia gasped, shifting, rubbing her expanding ass against the webbing beneath her.

  “Fuuuck! It feels… s-stars above it feels so good! Ohhh!”

  “Generally the consensus,” Morinth said in disinterest as he watched the monitor stream with data.

  “Oh I know how you feel,” Dava giggled as she swayed towards her. Head spinning, body burning, Nadia watching the blonde bombshell, her body singing with breathless anticipation of what she would do. Begging to be touched. To be stroked. To be played with like the big, slutty doll she wanted to be. Dava smirked, crouching before her. “Oooh look at that! You’re just soaking Nadia.”

  She was. The bounty hunter could feel her cunt drool with a desperate arousal. A need to feel something, anything, to satisfy the terrible, aching, emptiness inside her. She panted, straining against the restraints, desperate to touch her soft breasts, to mold them, feel them as they swelled ever larger. Her ass as it grew huge and lovingly plush. And her cunt… oh fuck her cunt…

  “I… Oh… Oh fuck my… my pussy. It’s so…”

  Dava grinned, leaning in closer. “Sen-si-tive?”

  Nadia gasped, twitching as every syllable brushed against her pussy with the blonde’s breath. Even so soft a touch making her cunt twitch. Nadia ducked her head, panting. Her every sense was wild with awareness. She could smell the spicy scent of her own arousal. Feel every bead of sweat as it traced its way down her new curves. She whimpered as her nipples twitched. So sensitive. So vulnerable. So in need of being touched and stroked and played with and… and…