Slave Ship of Space
Tara Loughead
Copyright 2010 Tara Loughead
A Bulays and Ghaavn Adventure
Buck was losing at strip poker.
Badly.
She was down to her panties.
Bulays rubbed her feet together under the card table, socks still on them. All the blonde amazon had been obliged to remove were her shoes.
"You certainly have the courage of your convictions, kid," Bulays grinned, and leered briefly if shamelessly. Truth to be told though, she definitely preferred considerably more full-figured women than the slender and taut ace space pilot and Captain. She definitely has a great arse though, Bulays thought, puffing on a Barrakeshi cigar, one of the things they had been playing for. She was looking forward to seeing it completely revealed. You could almost do the ironing on her stomach, she mused.
"How many cards do you want?" Bulays asked, dealing five-card draw.
"Four."
Bulays burst out laughing. "Getting desperate, now?"
"Can't do any worse than I have been," she shrugged. Which was pleasant to watch.
Bulays dealt, and gave herself three. She now held a pair of kings and a pair of tens.
The only-panty-clad pilot, losing all semblance of a poker face after looking at her cards, began to smile.
"This isn't why they call you Buck, is it?" Bulays asked. "Because you are so terrible at strip poker and often Naked?"
"No," said the svelte starfighter, laying down her cards. "It is because I hate my first name. Would you want to be called Wilma?"
Bulays laughed. "Probably not. There's an option, though. Do what I do if someone insists on using it. Call me Willie, rather than Wilhelmina."
Buck's eyes widened. "Wilhelmina? Hah, yes, good idea. Still, I am kind of used to it now, Willie."
Bulays looked at Wilma Buck's cards. She had drawn a straight. Tossing her cards in, she asked, "so which sock would you like?"
"Doesn't matter," Buck said. "Just deal."
The next hand, Buck's strategy of random draw desperation failed utterly, as her king-high came nowhere close to the pair of sixes Bulays held.
"Lose the lingerie, skinny," Bulays said with a smirk, finishing off her cigar.
Honouring the terms of the game, Buck stood, and shimmied out of her underwear. She turned, slowly, hands above her head, pausing longer at the rear to display her fine curvaceous posterior. She finished the pirouette, and stopped, hands behind her back, chest out, and attractive hairless vagina on display.
"Very nice. You're a good sport, so if you walk over to the fridge, and bring us back a couple of beers, you can get dressed and get what you came for."
Buck did so, adding a saucy slink of the hips that twitched her fine behind nicely as she went to grab a couple of cold ones. She handed one to Bulays and put hers on the table as she reached over to grab the flight suit she habitually wore, and skin into it.
The young Captain had a serious crush on Ghaavn. What she wanted from Bulays was the full details of their exploits on the Rent Boys of Jove mission. Or, more importantly, the full details of Ghaavn's. Bulays had whetted her appetite with a description of the nicely put together torso of their leader, Knight.
"Ok," said Bulays. "Listen up, here's exactly how it went down." She paused. "I can't guarantee that you will want to stay dressed afterwards, though." Bulays grinned and commenced her build-up. Buck was almost licking her lips.
*****
"We have to do it again, Lady G? If I didn't know better, I'd begin to suspect you thought we weren't getting any."
"No, Bulays." Lady Gerald shook her head. "Unlikely, in your case. It is just that you and Ghaavn have a versatile and mature approach to situations like this, and are better suited to it than most."
"She called you mature, Bulays. How about that?" Ghaavn's eyes twinkled.
"Maybe we'll put you in something that chafes more, this time," his partner growled back.
"Actually, Bulays, I can do much better than that. You can avoid the way too tight clothing this time, if you want to. I have you a couple of volunteers." Lady Gerald spoke into her intercom. "Show them in, Jack."
Gerald's second in command entered briefly, ushering in two women, then she left, closing the door. Two pictures in more than skintight zip-up latex stood before them, every curve and hard nipple on prominent display. A blonde in white named Zee, and a brunette in black named Zed. Each had a full bag over a shoulder.
"Slave Twins. Very nice, Lady G," Bulays smirked. "Ghaavn, want to toss for the brunette?" Zee pouted, hands on her hips.
"No, Bulays," he replied with a mirthful smile. "I believe we'll take it in turns giving them orders."
"They'll enjoy that too much."
"Nothing wrong with enjoying your work, Bulays, is there?" Lady Gerald asked, raising an eyebrow.
The blonde amazon looked a little bashful at that, and stopped teasing.
"Now, girls, have a seat," Lady Gerald said, indicating the couch opposite Bulays and Ghaavn. They did so, squeaking slightly.
"Here's the situation. This is political, which is why I am using the four of you when you definitely have more important things you could be doing. Senator Vida's niece has gone missing. A definite party girl, who would appear to have gotten in over her head this time. The Senator is not a friend." Gerald explained.
"A constant Ministry critic, isn't she?" Ghaavn asked.
"Most definitely. And an influential one. Having her owe us and onside could be very important in the future."
"What I don't get is why have they kept the girl? She must have cried auntie to them by now?"
"That is exactly why I've had to involve top agents. Something smells, here. If they had dropped the girl off with a payoff, we'd just have smacked them on the knuckles and said don't do it again, if you don't want to be melted down for scrap. The management would know that." They've also not made it easy for them to be found.
Zed waved a hand. "So how do we find them, Lady Gerald?"
"Madame Khan knows some people. I've tugged on her leash so we can track them down."
"Can we trust her?" Bulays put in.
"I believe so. I sent her a list of the people who angered Senator Vida and were never heard of again. Also, I am sure she is happy to make things hot for her competition if someone else gets the blame. She also has a personnel interest. Jack should be talking to her now."
*****
The Northhound had been disguised somewhat, to look like an expensive if rather predatory looking luxury yacht of the rich. Buck stood waiting. She almost bit her lip at the sight of Ghaavn dressed for his upcoming dominant role. The muscular agent was stylish with a hint of kink, muscular chest on display in an open shirt. Bulays stood behind him, and winked at Buck. Zed and Zee were still in the same outfits. They appeared to be enjoying it, and for once, someone was wearing something that fit more closely than Buck's flight suit. The space ace looked them up and down. "Well, one of you is definitely sitting up front with me."
"At least someone has noticed," Zee sulked a little. "I'll be happy to."
"You two are going to get all the attention you could want," Bulays called after the pair of pert and packed in backsides clambering up front in full view. "So remember that."
"We're counting on it," Zed said lasciviously.
*****
"We've found them, so how do we get them to let us in?"
"Offer lots of money, and some impressive fresh meat. In black and white."
Ghaavn proceeded to haggle with The Slave Ship of Space, and quickly came to an agreement, after the implication that his ship was not just a rich playboy's shagging between the s
tars wagon.
"You are sure you can keep in touch, Buck?"
"Ghaavn, you just do your job. I have this covered," said Buck, sounding a little peeved.
Zee took the pilot's arm and kissed her. "Thanks sweetie," she said, stroking Buck's hip. "Let's go out when we get back." Which made Buck look considerably happier.
****
This time Bulays and Ghaavn held the leashes. "Well done," Zee. Ghaavn whispered in his 'slave's' ear. "Your master is pleased." The slave girl could not reply through her ball gag, and just moved her head forward ever so slightly that her metal collar allowed. Both of the twins were similarly displayed, arms bound, collared, gagged, and with the zips of their latex catsuits undone to display sexual assets to full advantage. Bulays and Ghaavn had gone for the relaxed look in harem pants and jackets, with a bandeau for Bulays to cover her voluptuousness for now.
The owner met them as they entered. She had red hair, and was dressed in red velvet pants, and a large cape array with black leather padding at the shoulders. It was held on with a gold filigree chain that lay across the upper slope of an impressive bust line. Her breasts were bare above a red velvet corset. A black belt held handcuffs, chains, and a short crop. She dressed like she was mistress of her domain, and very much enjoyed it.
"Welcome, Mr Peal I believe. And Miss Stede?" They shook hands, and then the owner turned to regard their charges. "Very nice," she said, as she took in the sight of the bound, buxom bountiful Magi girls. "I'd be more than happy to make you a deal for a turn with these delightful creatures."
"Sounds like an interesting offer, Mistress Safire. I am sure we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement. They could certainly benefit from some highly experienced discipline."
Her lips turned up in an anticipatory smile. "Well then, let me give you the tour, and we can discuss it over drinks." Ghaavn and Bulays led their 'slaves' after the swirl of Mistress Safire's ape.
*****
"Is your hand getting tired, Ghaavn?"
"No, not yet," he answered, as he delivered another slap to the now naked backside of Zed, who was lying across his lap. "Zee's arse is harder, is it?"
"Could be, she said," whacking it again. It was definitely glowing red. "Should we take the gags out? It is supposed to sound like we are doing what we came for."
"All right then." They did so, and Zed started moaning as Ghaavn continued.
"Oooh, more," said Zee.
Bulays promptly put her gag back in. "This slave didn't ask permission to speak. Ghaavn, pass the crop.”
*****
Very late that night, ship-time, or every early that morning, depending on how you looked at it, the foursome began to act, after a long night of Slave Ship appropriate activities.
Ghaavn and Bulays stood behind Zed and Zee. The twins’ arms were above their heads, chained to a bar on the wall. Their behinds displayed prominently, legs spread by a bar that went from ankle manacle to ankle manacle. Their backs showed a light sheen of sweat. So did Ghaavn and Bulays, for that matter, now only clad in leather harness straps. These lifted Bulays' breasts to advantage, and also the erection Ghaavn was sporting. Bulays' groin harness also held a strap-on member. They stepped in close to the restrained Twins. "You've been fabulous. Now you have to make this one work with your talents." The same phrase was whispered in Zee's ear by Ghaavn, and Zed's by Bulays. We'll start, but you have to seamlessly cover and cloak our exit. Both women nodded ever so slightly. The pair stood on a slightly raised platform, so Ghaavn fit nicely with Zee. The Twins were of course the same height, but Bulays rather taller than Ghaavn, so she had to bend her knees to enter Zed from behind with her phallus, whereas Ghaavn's penis slid home nicely as he gripped Zee's hips and flexed his taut buttocks. She moaned as he started to stroke in and out slowly. Zed was more reticent, but the muscles of her flanks spoke of pleasure in much the same manner. Bulays and Ghaavn thrust and leaned in close. "Ready?" Again a nod. The partners slid out of the girls, and withdrew to quickly dress in clothing more useful for skulking. Ghaavn's erection subsided as Bulays tossed her dildo under the bed. They looked back in the direction of the Omega Twins. They both still appeared to be in position, steadily fucking Zee and Zed in unison, hands on hips, strokes forceful.
"Their talents were _definitely_ wasted as petty thieves," Bulays indicated the Magi women with toss of her head.
"Let's go," he said, although his penis would have happily been back where it had come from. Their exit was disconcerting, as the power of the illusions the Twins were casting made it seem like the door was not open, even when it was.
"Time for recruiting."
*****
On The Slave Ship of Space a very late night rendezvous with a dominatrix is nothing out of the ordinary. A meeting that involves zero BDSM, however, most definitely is.
"Hello again," said Bulays, blending into the shadows.
"This way," said the woman with the same bouffant scarlet hair as she displayed on Hyperion. This time though, on meeting, she was completely naked except for blue and silver metal adornments styled as restraints on wrists and ankles, and a collar that was more cosmetic than utilitarian, made of similar material. No PVC plunging leotard. Oh well, Bulays thought, variety is good. Hypatia was shapely, and a definite heartbreaker. Apart from the drugging and alien surgeons, some of the memories of Hyperion were pleasant, and more than a couple featured this woman.
"Thanks for helping," Bulays whispered.
"I know you could have killed me easily, for what I did, or had me rotting in a dungeon somewhere."
"True," Bulays said. "Good thing we didn't, isn't it." No reason to sign off talent like this unless it was absolutely necessary, either, she thought.
"The girl is through here," Hypatia said quietly. She moved a banded wrist across a sensor, and a bulkhead door opened. Ghaavn and Bulays followed the sloping hips through the entrance. Hypatia may not have been in a dungeon currently, but Senator Vida's niece definitely was. A chunky redhead with wavy hair, she was roped severely, all over her body, breasts bound cruelly in front of her. A rope gag had chafed her lips raw. She'd been tossed in a corner in what was a makeshift concrete cell. Tears had dried on her face, urine underneath her. She woke at the noise of people entering. "It's ok," Ghaavn said, putting his finger to his lips to indicate silence. "Your aunt sent us."
"Senator Vida," said Bulays. "We're from The Ministry." The girl nodded frantically, but was clearly terrified. It didn't help when Bulays pulled a knife to cut her ropes, but she stopped struggling when she saw what Bulays intended. "It's going to be easier, Ghaavn..." Bulays trailed off. The girl was cramping, in serious pain after being tied up so tightly for so long. Bulays picked her up, and Hypatia moved in with a pad of material, putting it across the girl's mouth, knocking her out.
"Come with us," Bulays told the naked dominatrix. "We can fit you in. You deserve better than this."
"Well..." Hypatia thought. "I'll escort you in case anyone sees us, make it look like we are going to a session."
Ghaavn slipped a leather bondage hood over the unconscious girl's head. Bulays could carry her dead weight now and hopefully not be recognised in a brief encounter.
They left quickly, Hypatia sealing the door behind them. Her advice was good, as sneaking through ship's corridors is a lot harder when weighted down by a woman over your shoulder. They ran into one of the ship's staff, patrolling the corridors. Hypatia distracted him. Even as blasé as you get working in a place like this you couldn't help but look at her naked form. She also knew the man. "We overdid it a little," she said, "breaking her in. Too much Martian Oxcta, too." She stood with her hands held behind her back, turning her shoulders towards him so her breasts swayed noticeably. His attention was fully on her as Bulays and Ghaavn continued down the passage. "Are you really busy right now?" The gorgeous redhead asked coyly, one foot in front of the other. Hypatia noticed his thighs clench as he
shifted his hips. "Err...I think I can spare a few minutes."
"Good," she said, advancing, backing him against the wall. "Because sometimes something nice and quick and vanilla is fun, too." Her hand grabbed his crotch. "I know you want me. I have teased you, and you are cute..." Which was true. He also had a nice bum that she had certainly ogled before. She started unzipping his fly and kissed the corner of his mouth, her bountiful breasts pressing against his ribs. He groaned. She deliberately gave him a love bite on the neck as she stroked his length, so that he'd not go looking for superiors of his own accord. Then she sank to her knees, licked the length of him, tongue swirling around the head of his penis as she finished off her distraction, in all senses.
*****
Ghaavn and Bulays got back to their suite. The Twins were still chained, and an illusory duplicate of them was indulging in erotic activity on the bed. "Bad slaves," Ghaavn said. He went over to deliver a spank as he unchained them. "But good Agents. Get dressed Zee, Zed. Time to get out of here."
A quick knock at the door. Ghaavn opened it. It was Hypatia. "I took care of him," she smiled. But I think they might have noticed already, so I changed my mind. I'd like to get out of here, too."
Bulays tossed the naked dominatrix some of her clothes that might fit well enough. Harem girl was warmer than nude, now. She pressed a button on her watch, and a large energy bubble appeared. "Everyone inside," she commanded, indicating its opening. The three partially dressed other women did so, pulling what clothes they could after him.
Ghaavn pressed a button on his watch. "Stand back." He threw it at the wall, and dived inside the bubble, which closed after him. A portion of the ship's hull disappeared, and they were looking into the blackness of space, as the room's contents started being sucked into space. He stood up, to look at Zee. "Up to you, now."
Bulays put her arms around Hypatia's chest, partly for warmth, partly to reassure her. "Stay calm," she said. The Omega Twins held hands and concentrated. The bubble moved out through the hotly glowing hole in the slip in an orderly manner, not sucked out in a random rush. They floated in space. Zee and Zed breathed deeply, chests heaving, as they held the bubble's place. "Come on..." Ghaavn muttered.
"Gerd, fetch," came a voice from Bulays' watch. Ghaavn sighed in relief as the Northhound appeared, and grabbed their bubble with waldo arms.
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