Abducted by a space pirate Captain.

Transcript

It's up to you. Yes, I do know your language. In my mother tongue, we have a saying.

It loosely translates to, know how the tribe speaks, know how the tribe thinks. I'm sorry I wasn't able to meet with you earlier, but one of my crew was injured in the raid on your craft. I had to see him before we could talk.

I trust nobody has done you any harm. Not yet. Care to elaborate? You've heard the stories, have you? And tell me, do you believe everything you see on the holo reels? Rest assured, I have no intention of holding you down and ravishing you like a villain from a trashy novel.

I'm a professional, and the conglomerates don't like paying for damaged hostages. Now that we're understanding each other, I expect you to afford my crew the same level of respect you do for your employees. We're pirates, not animals.

On second thought, though, if you treat them with that little respect, they're likely to throw you out the airlock. Why don't we start from the beginning? We clocked your solar yacht cruising through the Perseus Arm about a week ago.

After trailing you for a bit, we blocked your comms, moved in, breached your ship, overpowered the robot crew, and took control. You know, the crew bots were too busy wiping the hard drives to mount much of a defense. The company seems to care more about safeguarding proprietary client information than it does its own executives.

That's got to make a girl reassess her career choices, doesn't it? And you were certainly in no shape to fight back. Didn't stop you from trying, though.

Eventually we had to use some. .. pacification measures, and the quartermaster brought you here to sleep them off.

Any questions? You'd like to be moved to the captain's cabin? Well, we can certainly make that happen, considering we're sitting in it.

A bit more Spartan than you're used to, I suppose. You know, I actually thought of taking those lovely silk sheets I found in your stateroom, but I don't think they'd fit. Shame.

In any case, the door is unlocked and you are free to roam around the ship if you wish, though I doubt you'll find much of it to your liking. Why aren't you restrained? You'd have to be a threat for me to restrain you.

Unless there's a way to pilot this craft by filing quarterly reports and ignoring emails, I feel pretty comfortable letting you have the run of the place. Do I know who you are? I see.

We're entering the hollow threats portion of the kidnapping process? No. I don't know who you are.

But I know what you are. You're an executive. I don't know your exact title.

Maybe it's Directorial VP of Creative Internal Development, or something equally meaningless. Whatever it is, the job description is the same. You exploit people you've never met in places you've never been for the purpose of enriching different people you'll never meet in other places you'll never go.

That is your entire raison d'être. And what do they give you in return? Slightly shinier chains than the rest.

And now you're off to perform a physical inspection of the mining facilities. I don't know why. Maybe you want to show the boss you're a go-getter.

Maybe you wanted to get out of the office for a while. Hell, maybe you just drew the short straw. Doesn't matter now.

Now you're a prisoner of me and my crew. We'll reach out to your employers and demand a ransom for your safe return. And in all honesty, I truly hope they pay.

I would hate, hate to have to take you to an empty rock in a desolate void and leave you for dead. There it is. There's the fear nodding your stomach and creeping across your face.

Not the distributors-will-be-upset fear, not I-might-not-get-my-quarterly-bonus fear, but genuine, tangible, I-may-not-be-alive-tomorrow-as-I-am-today fear. Do you feel it? The tension in your gut? Your senses lighting up? The sudden rush of awareness as you take in your surroundings? This is what it is to be alive.

This is purpose. This, my dear, is what you've been missing. Now why are you lying to me? We found seven prescription bottles in your room when we did our sweep, and you were on what, your fourth mimosa of the morning when we showed up?

Not exactly the medication schedule of a healthy and fulfilled person, wouldn't you say? I suppose you're right. There is no morning in space.

Touche. Now do you have any other questions for me? Why am I doing this? The same reason as you, I suppose.

Fortune and glory. We've both been looting the galaxy. The only difference is I do it in a retrofitted military cruiser, and you do it in an overpriced pencil skirt.

Looks good on you, if that makes any difference. Despite everything, I admire you Earthlings. I know that might not be the proper term, but forgive me, I haven't been reading the HR pamphlets.

Fine. Terrans. But see, that's part of why I find your species so fascinating.

We took your ship, we looted your possessions, and we've taken your freedom. I have stripped you of everything but the clothes on your back. You have nothing.

And still, you do not hesitate to make demands of me. That arrogance, that unwavering certainty that you are the master of the universe and all of inside it, is so uniquely human. But you know what? This isn't the Orion Cygnus arm.

You are not in control here. Despite what your suicidal ego is telling you, you are very far from home, Earthling, and it would serve you well to remember that. So, until the check clears, you're stuck here.

Do as you're told, don't make trouble, you'll live to one day retire on the beaches of Rengatu Sea with the rest of the corporate types. You know, I went there once, before you humans got to it. It was beautiful.

Nothing but raw, untamed jungle as far as the eyes could see. Now, it's just manicured lawns, vacation homes, and golf courses. What is it about your species that compels you to impose order on everything it sees? You can't just let anything be.

You have to bend and break it to your liking. You travel to every distant star and demand it justify itself to you. How would you feel, I wonder, if the opposite happened? What would you do if someone broke down the walls of your pristine, ordered life and brought with them absolute, uncompromising chaos?

When I said I was a professional, you were disappointed, weren't you? No matter. Lie back on the bed.

That's it. Stay on your back. Now, let's really strip you of everything.

First, that blouse. Oh, that looked expensive. So do your breasts, but they feel very real, at least as far as I can tell.

Truth be told, you're my first human. You're so soft, so smooth. I worry that if I have too much fun, I'll break you.

I won't! Well, not for lack of trying. I'm going to explore this fragile, supple human body, and you're going to twitch and moan and beg until you realize that you are completely mine for me to do with whatever I will.

You're getting excited. Your heart is pounding, your muscles tensening. I can sense it.

Are you ready? I hope so, because I am so ready. What's the matter? Did you think every humanoid only had one? Just thank your lucky stars I'm not a dacoid.

Just thank your lucky stars I'm not a dacoid. Theirs are barbed. You're going to take both of my cogs deep inside of you, and I am going to fill you up and burst inside of you.

And then, when you feel my pheromones hitting you, you are going to have the most amazing orgasm of your life. Those earthly moans. All right, let me put your ankles in my hands, and lean you back.

Oh, here we go. Let me just rub their heads on that pretty pussy of yours, stroking you, holding you legs up over your head. Feel both of me.

That's it. Let me just dip the tips in. Fuck, you are not made for two.

You're fucking tight. Take both of those shafts. Feel it inside.

Stretch around me. This, this might break you. I've, I've got an idea.

Let me, let me just pull out a little. Okay. I'm gonna put it here instead.

Take both of it and both whole. There we go. Oh, it's tight.

At least this time I don't think I'm gonna rip you. Fucking take it. Take them both.

Feel me filling you. That's it. Fuck.

There we go. Hands behind your knees. Fuck.

Pushing you back. Taking both your pretty holes at once. Fuck.

That's it. Fucking take it. That's it, earthling.

Fuck like you deserve it. You like that, don't you? Being so full.