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Soon the spanks came in quicker succession. Three, four, and five caused her nipples to harden to the point she thought they’d never soften again. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, imagining the Captain’s mouth pursed over one, without the skin.

“Six!” she cried at the next spank. The whole skin absorbed that one and centered the vibration in her clit. The first hint of orgasm sparked, and Drommie fought to count out the next three swats, which the Captain delivered with some force.

“One more, Lieutenant. Very good.” He kept his voice formal and steady, quite professional. Drommie couldn’t believe how it turned her on. Perhaps she was a sucker for authority figures.

She steeled herself for ten, and when it came so did she. She drew out the word in one long syllable and rode the orgasmic wave from the suspended bar. Her feet flailed for balance and she twisted in the skin that projected the ecstatic feeling over her every nerve. The Carsans called this punishment? She could understand that—one more blow might have left her dying of bliss.

Drommie heard something clatter to the ground, and arms encircled her waist and scooped her up. “
Allegiant
, transport immediately to my quarters,” the Captain bellowed. Drommie heard angry Carsan voices behind her, but only for a few seconds as her body dissolved with the Captain’s into the ship’s transport beam. After that, everything went black.

****

Drommie awoke, still wearing the skin, curled on the sofa in the Captain’s private quarters. His arms wrapped around her, stroking her long hair and rubbing her hip. It felt so good, this comforting afterglow, though the skin didn’t feel as magnified.

“How are you, Drommie?”

“I’ll live.” She smiled. “What happened after...well, it ended so quickly.”

“I had Transport get us out of there once we fulfilled the sentence. No point in hanging around, I thought. The
Allegiant
set a course for the Beta Quadrant, and I doubt we’ll be heading back to Carsus IV anytime soon.”

“I never meant to cause trouble, Captain.”

“Don’t worry. The worst is over.” The Captain chuckled and Drommie leaned closer to take in how his body moved beneath her. “There is the matter, though, of removing the skin.”

“It doesn’t come off?” The idea panicked her. She picked at the neck of the skin, and gasped to see how well it affixed to her body. “I can’t live the rest of my life with this!”

“We’ll move you to sickbay soon. It may take some time, but we’ll remove it.” The Captain brushed her arm. “I had hoped, however…”

Drommie’s heart pulsed, and she looked up at him.

“...if you were willing, to wait a while first,” he finished. His hand trailed around to cup a breast, and the skin heated once more. Drommie willed his fingers toward the nipple and smiled.

“Yes, Captain.”

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By

Olivia Starke

“You are all a useless pile of scat.”

Murmurs of shock sounded from the council surrounding the young woman who’d dared utter such insolence.

“You will not be so keen on disobedience when you’re facing the open mouth of an airlock,” the Master announced from his high chair of authority. He smoothed pale blue hands down the front of his black robes, his fleshy face a mask of calm indifference.

“Ha! I will not be cowed by the likes of
you,
” Kylla spat, her cheeks flushed scarlet. “There you sit on your throne of falsehoods while the rest of your council members feed off your lies. My people starve while you grow fatter off their misery.”

Mel shrank into the shadows at the back of the assembly as the woman vented her frustration. Kylla had always been quick in temper and even quicker with her bad decisions, though this time she’d outdone herself. This time she might not live through it.

I’ll save her from herself, I always do.
Mel pulled the hood of her roughhewn cloak down to hide her face. Peasants were allowed to watch the assembly’s mock trials as long as they didn’t interfere. Otherwise they’d find themselves receiving the same sentence as the defendant.

This time Kylla had confronted the tax collectors when they’d arrived on their planet, and refused to grant them half of this year’s harvest. Serrin3’s axis had tilted in favor of a long merciless winter, a time of cold and darkness that would last one whole solar cycle. The threat of starvation and the loss of at least one third of her people had brought out the fire in Mel’s long time friend. ‘An unyielding leader is a dead leader’ Kylla’s father had warned her, but Kylla would never bend, no matter the gale she faced.

She’d been taken into custody, and Mel had been quick to follow the Marshal ship. If her plan succeeded, she’d free her friend. If it failed, they’d both be thrown out of an airlock and she’d die at her friend’s side in the vacuum of space. Mel couldn’t imagine life without Kylla, and she’d gladly welcome frigid death. And perhaps this was Mel’s greatest weakness—the hold Kylla always had on her very soul.

Sentence was passed, and it was as expected—death by airlock. The council ruled with an iron fist. Kylla would be another example of the punishment for insolence. Her frozen body would be collected and displayed on the bow of the council’s ship as a macabre reminder to always obey your masters regardless the cost. Her friend showed no emotion over the verdict outside of the stubborn tilt of her chin, and the bright flash of her blue eyes. No doubt she’d die happy knowing she’d stood her ground against the tyranny of the solar system’s rulers. Never mind the hearts she’d break or the lives she’d wreck, so long as she was right.

Mel sighed and slipped back into the narrow hallway leading to the assembly room. Soon after the lights blinked then the ship fell into blackness. Mel threw down the handful of wires she’d yanked from a circuit box and trotted down the hallway, using her eidetic memory to guide her down the corridor and into the assembly room. Council members’ voices filled the darkness, a din of annoyance and concern as Mel made her way between a row of seats and to the center podium where Kylla stood.

“Kylla,” she whispered. “Follow me.”

“Mel? By the Fates….” Mel heard shuffling then the rasping of the soles of Kylla’s shoes as she climbed down the podium. “How did you get here?” Kylla whispered back.

“Don’t worry about that, we have to leave.”

Mel grappled in the dark for her friend’s arm, and once she had hold, she led her back the way she’d came. The Master’s voice rose higher, telling his council to quiet themselves as the two women fled the room. They took this corridor then that corridor, zigzagging within the dark womb of the ship, and Mel prayed to the Fates this wouldn’t be the one time her flawless memory failed her.

Finally she found the docking bay where she had her father’s slipstream stashed. A two-seater ship he used for personal business between solar systems. No doubt he’d missed it being gone by now, and she’d find herself turned over his knee when she arrived home. Though in her twenties, he believed a daughter was never too old for discipline. She had an errant younger sister who reveled in challenging his authority, but Mel rarely found herself at the punishing end of his belt.

Then she’d have to explain to him
why
she’d risked her life for Kylla, and what could she say but the truth? A truth her family may not want to hear.

Mel pulled Kylla inside the slipstream, and once they’d buckled in, she fired up the engines. The ship lifted off the ground, hovering soundlessly. Mel jabbed at a few more buttons on the controls, sending out a subsonic pulse that alerted the bay’s sensors. The airlock door wheezed open, a much too loud sound that made both of the women cringe. The slipstream eased forward into empty space before the small ship found its full speed. Stars blurred in the dashboard screen.

Mel let out a huge breath, for the time being they were safe. Once the council realized their prisoner was gone, they would send the Marshals out in droves. If the council feared anything, it was a show of weakness. The escape of the wispy woman at Mel’s side would be humiliating for the Master. He’d see to it that Kylla’s next promise of death would be much more gruesome than the relatively quick one of vacant space. Most likely next time the irons would be involved. Mel shuddered, and quickly put the horrible image in her mind’s eye away.

They were now fugitives, and it was up to Mel to keep them out of Marshals’ hands.

****

Kylla huddled into the security of the seat and looked to her friend. Her best friend and now her greatest hero. Once home she’d have her lyrist create a song just for her heroism. She’d make sure Mel would always be remembered.

“Thank you,” she said, finding her voice hoarse. Kylla had faced certain death, and though she’d put up a brave front, she wasn’t completely unaffected. She’d been terrified.

Mel lifted a shoulder in a shrug, before sweeping her sleek red hair off her shoulder. A violet red that had no measure in the galaxy—Kylla had never known such a rich and fascinating color. And the strands were pure silk to touch, Kylla had spent a lifetime of finding excuses to try its texture between her fingers. Her own hair had always been a mass of tight untamable spirals forming a dark halo around her head. A leader’s hair her mother had often quipped.

She reached out and touched the shining strands, tracing her fingers through the long hair that hung down, covering Mel’s arm. Indeed the hair was real, her friend was real, and it wasn’t all the desperate imaginings of a mind facing death.

“Once we’re home—”

“We’re not going home,” Mel interrupted. “At least not right away.”

Kylla blinked. “No, I must return home and assure my people all will be well.”

Mel lifted her chin, and leveled her sharp green eyes on Kylla. “Do you have any idea the trouble you’ve caused?” she asked.

Kylla’s face heated. “What do you mean? I had a responsibility to my people as their elected leader.”

“So you’d trade your life for a few crops of rye and barely?”

“A few crops!” Kylla’s temper snapped. “A few crops, as you put it, might mean the difference between life and death for families. For children.”

“We could’ve traded with other planets for food. We could’ve gathered from the Dark Lands if must needed.”

“Those are the fancies of a child, Mel.” Kylla crossed her arms over her chest, and faced forward, forcing a commanding tone to her words. “Now take me home at once.”

“By the Fates you’re one, aren’t you,” Mel hissed through her teeth. “Selfish, uncaring of you may hurt in your rash decisions. Martyr yourself so lyrists would sing your praises through the ages.”

Kylla’s mouth fell open, and she spun her seat to face her friend. “What would you expect of
your
leader, but one that would stand up for what’s right? What’s just, even if it means their own life?”

“My leader?
My leader?
” Mel yanked her seatbelt free. “You are not
my leader
, Kylla.” She reached for Kylla’s seatbelt, freeing it. “You will never be
my leader.
”

Fire flashed in Mel’s eyes, hotter than she’d ever seen it. A shiver ran through her, carrying with it anticipation. A desire she’d suppressed since she’d blossomed into womanly awareness years before. One didn’t have such feelings for a female best friend.

“By Fates what am I then?” Kylla asked.

Her friend was tall, and much stronger than Kylla, and when she took hold of her arm, she could do little but offer up a feeble struggle. At first she thought Mel meant to hug her, but when she forced her face down over her lap, she realized her friend had another intention. She made an earnest attempt to get free, though the confines of the ship’s helm made it impossible to get the leverage she needed. Mel’s hand came down in a hard slap on her bottom. The material of Kylla’s pants did little to cushion the stinging slap, and Kylla yelped.

Mel didn’t relent, and one blow followed another until tears stung Kylla’s eyes, and the tender skin on her bottom burned with the punishment. She didn’t want to cry, leaders didn’t cry, and even awaiting her sentence before the lifeless black stare of the Master hadn’t brought on her tears.

But Mel was different. She was the one being in all of the universe able to bring out emotions Kylla had no description for. And no control over. A sob caught in her throat before the dam burst, and she was crying like an infant. Mel pulled her upright, cradling her close.

“I’m sorry, baby,” her friend crooned, stroking her back. “So very sorry, I lost myself. I was frightened….” She trailed off, and rocked her like a child.

Mel possessed unwavering solidity, an ability to think things through when Kylla was quick to react. If only she had half of the wit her lifelong friend had, she’d prove herself the best of leaders. If only the Fates would’ve saw fit to make them one person, and not two.

When the worst of the tempest passed, Kylla pushed back and stared into her friend’s eyes, finding them glassy with tears. She’d known those moss green eyes a lifetime.

“What am I to you, Mel?” she asked.

Mel blinked then wiped her tears away. “What do you mean?”