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Subject: {ASSM} Girl #16180: Part 04 -- Piracte Captain [Joe Tortuga] (FF Fdom oral fist scifi)
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World: the deSade
Story Arc: Girl #16180
Piece: 04
Abstract: Pirate Captain Amy Shurinko finds Girl #16180, who is
desperate for passage off-station.

Story can be seen at http://www.cultoftheturtle.com/
Permalink:
http://www.cultoftheturtle.com/2007/04/14/girl-16180-04-pirate-captain/
Part 01 (and links to the other parts) can be found at:
http://www.cultoftheturtle.com/2007/03/23/girl-16180-01-the-clone/
All stories in this series:
http://www.cultoftheturtle.com/category/girl16180/
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Part 4: Pirate Captain

Captain's Private Journal
August 17, 2170

I've added the navigational logs to this record, but that's for my own
information later.  I'm afraid things have been crazy these past few
days, and we may need to look into another line of business.  That and
I think I may be smitten.  Roxy is mad, even though she knows I'd
never leave her or the ship.  That, or she's jealous of the time I've
gotten with Helen.  That's fixable, at least.

Six days ago we were on Geneforge station, doing a bit of recon, and
looking for solid work.  I was at the Seven Sisters when the woman I
call Helen -- for reasons that will become obvious -- walked in. It
was day shift, and she was dressed like a little corp-girl up for a
night out.  She was out of place: dressed completely wrong, and way
too beautiful for a dive like that.

For that matter, she was way too beautiful for the club outfit she was
wearing. The red heels -- too high for anywhere with more gravity than
a station -- were shiny, trashy fuck-me pumps.  They were designer and
expensive, and  I suppose that made them okay for work.  If you ask
me, anything with a heel that long just says "lay me down and grab
hold.  My thoughts weren't pure, that's certain; I wanted to get her
out of those clothes and pull her down to my crotch and make her lick
me.

Judging by how quiet the bar got when she walked in I wasn't the only
one thinking such thoughts.

But I was the one she walked up to.

I just sat there as she slinked towards me. I sipped my drink, and
tried to keep my eyes on her face.  Just because I'm a woman doesn't
mean I don't like to look.  I prefer the ladies, after all.  My crew
is all female for a reason -- more than one. 

She moved like a dancer, or someone who had studied martial arts for
years.  The low-G skirt and top drifted around -- still covering
everything, much to everyone's dismay -- enticing the eye and making
my gaze wander.  She was round and full and sexy, her hair cascaded
down her back, unkempt and wavy.  She had a just-fucked look about
her, the kind models and vid-stars try to create, but with her it was
just a natural thing.  Her breasts bounced a little as she moved; I
could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. 

"Captain Shurinko?" she asked when she arrived at my table.  I nodded,
and took another sip of my beer.  I gestured for her to sit down, and
she slid into my booth.  I glared around the bar, and most people went
back to what they were doing.  Someone kicked the music player, and
the bar went back to loud and lively.

As the girl slid into my booth she artfully and "accidentally" flashed
me her tits. I knew my night was looking up, after all my reputation
is well known in places like the Seven Sisters.  She didn't have much
on her: skirt, shoes, top. Maybe some panties, but I was betting not.
She had a small bag, maybe 400cc's that was bulging a bit, but that
wasn't odd, either.

The other thing that struck me was how young she looked.  She couldn't
be more than eighteen, nineteen tops. She didn't move like a teenager,
but maybe they were growing them young these days.  Maybe she wasn't
as innocent as she looked, either. She had come down to the docks, and
to a place like the Seven Sisters.  "I have a proposition for you,"
she said, leaning close to me so that I could hear her. I turned on
the sound squelchers and the noise from the bar went away -- and no
one would be able to hear what we had to say either. 

"A proposition?" I said.  There was probably a bit too much leer in
it, but she didn't seem to care.

"Yes." Her voice was like smooth cream and chocolate. "I need off
station."

I knew where it was going, but some part of my hesitated. The part
that wanted her too much.  I was getting wet listening to her, and I
knew what I wanted, but you don't become a successful pirate captain
without some caution.  You can't always listen to your gonads, you'll
get keelhauled that way.  "So buy a ticket, kid.  /Ladies' Luck/
doesn't take passengers."

"Tickets require things I don't have," she said. "Money.  Proper
identification.  That sort of thing."

"You need smuggled off the station, and don't have money?"  The
rational part of me was waving red flags and jumping up and down.  I
acted calm, nursing my drink.  The irrational part of me was slick and
hard from nips to clit.

"I have other things to offer." She jiggled then and the rational part
of me fuzzed out and I was all lust and agony, wanting her.  "Seven
Sisters has rooms.  I only need an hour." The rooms were mainly for a
shower and a real bed, in a room you don't have to share.  They rented
by the hour, and that meant they were used for more than just a nap.

"An hour?" I said.  My throat was parched.  My hands gripped the
strong clear plastic of my mug. "You think that's enough for passage
anywhere?"

"No," she said. "But it'll more than pay for the room."  She looked me
in the eyes, and I matched her gaze.

I wanted her, that was true.  But more than that, I didn't just want
sex.  I wanted to possess her, even for a few minutes.  She must have
seen that, because she shifted in her seat.  Her arrogance and
certainty slid away; her expression became tentative.  Her eyes were
still powerful, though.  She was strong deep inside. 

"Yours for an hour," she said. "As a trial for the passage."

How could I lose? I nodded, and waved a waitress over.  I told her
what I wanted, thumbed the bill, and she slipped a room key out of her
apron.  She looked at us enviously, and smiled a knowing grin.  I
downed the rest of my beer, and I led Helen to our room.

                          ~ o ~

The room was small: a full sized bed, with no more than a half meter
of space on one side.  There was a little space to stand at the foot
to open the sliding door that hides the shower and bathroom
facilities.  There's a light built into the headboard, and a harsh
overhead that reflected off the too-white walls.  I turned it off as I
stepped in and sat on the bed to activate the headboard light. 

She stepped in behind me, falling her knees next to the bed; the door
swooshed shut behind her.  She knelt between my spread legs and rubbed
her head against my thighs.  I pulled her low-G top off, getting my
first good look at her breasts.

She was definitely young, her breasts were firm and her nipples were
hard.  I took her nipples in my hand, first caressing them, then
pulling on them.  She moaned, and I watched as her body responded, her
nipples growing firm under her hands. 

I pulled my own top off, discarding my bra as I went.  I kicked off my
shoes.  "Take off my pants," I ordered her, and she undid my fly, and
pulled.  I lifted up off the bed, "Panties, too." 

She obliged, and pulled my pants off, standing against the wall to
give herself enough space to pull them down.  When my pants were in a
pool beside the bed, I grabbed her wild red hair, and pulled it.  She
pulled back, fighting for a moment, and I laughed and pulled harder.
She fell forward, back to her knees, and pressed her body against me.

I pushed her down, and pressed her lips against my cunt.

I was wet, and I wanted her now.  She moaned against my mound,
vibrating her lips against it. I felt her tongue parting her lips,
then mine, finding my secret place with ease.  She must have known
what I wanted.  She didn't fuck around, and got me off fast. I grabbed
her head, and held her there while I came. I left her there as I
recovered. 

The irrational part of my mind that had pushed for this moment since
she walked into the bar finally subsided enough that I could think
again.  The rational part of my mind started planning now, instead of
thinking about how I had to ditch her, since she was obviously either
jailbait or in some worse kind of trouble.  I was planning what I
would do to her for the few weeks I'd have her on the ship, and only
that short if we didn't leave Earth orbit.

In other words, after those few seconds I was sold.  But I'm a careful
buyer, and she might have been lucky.  She was already licking again,
since I hadn't pushed her away.  I pulled her in tighter with my
hands, and wrapped my thighs around her ears as she licked me.  I
fucked her face until I got off again.

It was time to get a look at the goods.

I made her stand up. She wobbled a bit in the heels, her chest was
flushed with arousal, and her breathing fast and shallow.  I pulled at
the velcro straps of her skirt, and it fell off of her.  I was right
about the panties.

She was a natural redhead, her pussy hair thick red curls.  The lips
of her cunt stuck out, folding around her opening.  My tongue ached
for a taste, but I told myself to wait.  I parted her lips with my
finger, her skin was soft and pliant, and her breath caught as I slid
my finger against her.  I fondled  her breast with my free hand, and
brought it down to my lips.

She bent against me, wrapping her arms around me for balance.  "Don't
come until I say," I told her. 

She groaned, "Yes."

I pressed more firmly with my finger, moving slowly back and forth.  I
teased her nipple with my tongue in time to my other movements, and
listened to her breathing.  As she grew closer and closer, I looked up
at her. She was looking off to one side of the room, her mind trying
to be elsewhere, her lower lib caught in her teeth.  I smiled to
myself and began to move a little faster.  She gasped and pressed
against my hand.  "Not yet," I said.

She whined. I continued. 

Her fingers gripped my shoulders, pressing into them, I could feel her
nails against my back.  I lightly bit her nipple, and sucked her
breast into my mouth as I continued to tongue the tips of her nipple.
I wrapped my hand around her breast, frigging her for all I was worth.

"Ready?" I asked. She nodded enthusiastically.  "Not yet," I said
again, and watched her face as she tried her best to wait.  I squeezed
her breast, hard enough to be painful. "Now!" I said. "Come for me
now."

And she did.  Her thighs squeezed my hand as she came, and she wobbled
against me.  I pulled her back, and let her collapse on the bed. My
right hand never left her cunt, or stopped pressing against her clit.
She smiled at me, "Thank you."

"My pleasure," I said.

She laughed, and lay next to me.  I pulled myself up next to her on
the bed, and she curled up next to me.  "Okay," I said. "That paid for
the room.  Now, why should I take you with me?"

She got up on her knees, and cupped her breasts, and pouted in a way
that was both cute and fake. "Isn't owning me enough?" she teased.

Chuckling, "But what, exactly, am I getting?"

"This," she said, parting my legs an sitting between them. "And more."

She slid two fingers inside of me, then three. She fucked me slowly,
teasing my g-spot, and moving in and out of my cunt.  She slid a
fourth one in and I sighed contentedly.  She fucked me like that, and
I came around her fingers -- a little one, just a precursor for the
big one I knew she was working toward.  "Ready?" she asked.  I was wet
enough, I knew. I just nodded.

I felt her adjust, and I knew what she was doing.  Sliding her thumb
into a circle with her other fingers, sliding it into me.  She pressed
against me, pushing against my cunt filling me up as full as she
could.  Her other hand settled on my mound, her thumb parting the
cleft above my hole, teasing my clit.  She twisted her hand inside of
me, pressing in, making a fist out of her hand. 

I felt my orgasm coming from a long way off, like the low thrum of
engines on a large space liner. It was a low bass vibrating at the
bottom of my spine; building and building as she pressed into me, and
twisted and turned and teased me.  And then it was on me, and in me,
and taking me over completely.  I wasn't a ship captain or a lesbian
pirate or anything but a solar flare of orgasm. 

It's that moment when you touch the Goddess, when you are everything
and just yourself, when your whole body is focused on just one single
divine thing.  It didn't happen that often, and almost never with
someone you'd just met in a bar.  I knew then, as I was coming down
from it, that I'd made up my mind.  She pulled out of me slowly, and
lay down next to me.

I didn't talk; we just lay there, skin on skin, blissful and happy.  I
wasn't yet remembering that you pay for everything you get: there
ain't no such thing as a free lunch.  But I wouldn't have cared, and
despite what has happened, I still think it was worth it.

"Wow, that was something," I finally said. "You are a wonderful lover.
You know you're coming with me."

"I know, " she said.  "I wasn't born yesterday."

I laughed, "No that's true." I adjusted her age to account for her
obvious experience; she had to be older than 18.

"Actually," she said, biting her lip.  Then it dawned on me: no
paperwork, no money. The clues were all there.  It didn't change
anything about how I felt. I was taking her with me.

I kissed her soundly, pulling her to me, forcing my tongue between her
lips.  She moaned curled against me; I held her tightly in my arms.  I
would possess her, for as long as I could.

Clone or no. 

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{Next Week: INTERROGATORY, returning to Martin and Hanna (from part 3,
the /de Sade/; Pirate Captain Amy Shurinko will return in 2 weeks,
with Ladies' Luck}

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http://www.cultoftheturtle.com/

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