Slave World 2 - The Ties That Bind (10 page)

He would suffocate in a matter of minutes, but he would be dead long before the lack of oxygen became a concern. First, his unprotected body would be brutally bombarded with massive doses of infrared and ultraviolet radiation from the binary systems twin suns. In seconds he would feel the first effects of it, as his weak flesh began to boil and burn, and then the absence of an atmosphere would cause his body to come apart around itself. The Owner would be dead very soon, and he would be truly free.

Alex gazed down at the Captain, pushing away all thoughts of the figure growing distant behind him. She was still sleeping in the medical bay, peacefully unaware of what happened. The Owner had been of little help to him when questioned about the Captain, but exploring and learning all there was to know about her on his own, and human sexuality in general, would prove to be much more enjoyable in the long run. It wouldn’t be long in coming; Alex was a quick learner, and he would start by analyzing the thousands of files he’d downloaded, ranging from ancient text to modern day holo-vids. There were so many new and exciting things to experience with the Captain – so much pleasure to be unearthed.

***

Burke shook from the maddening pain ripping through his body. His microprocessor fought to keep him from going into shock, from passing out before his task was complete. The damage to his body was so extensive that even the nanites couldn’t keep up with it. Second and third degree radiation burns coupled with flash freezing covered nearly his entire body, in addition to the massive amounts of radiation he’d absorbed, attacking his internal organs. Two and a half minutes of exposure to open space, was like a lifetime of death.

A shaky, now gloved hand finished activating the life support function of his suit, and the flow of cool air against his bloody, peeling skin caused him to scream in agony. The visor of his helmet grew dark and tinted, shielding his face from the destructive rays beating against it. He was able to open his eyes again, and vomited. He’d felt this kind of pain several times before and knew what to expect.

Burke was fading fast, as he activated the suit’s emergency transponder. It was a relatively short-range signal, barely 12,000 kilometers, and it would take a ship passing in close proximity in order to detect it. It could be weeks or even longer before he was found, drifting helplessly in a seldom-traveled route far outside of the normal space lanes. The only ships that used it were the ones going to and from Slave World. This, of course, led to his next dilemma; emergency suits weren’t designed for prolonged wear. There was only enough air for three days and the suits recycling unit wouldn’t last much longer than that, as if it mattered. That left Burke with only one option, a shutdown of his bodily functions, by putting himself into stasis. By his rough calculation he could extend the suit’s air supply for up to a year if need be. That was when the realization set in that it could actually be months, if not years, before he was found. Possibly never.

Still, he smiled through cracked, bloody lips, activating another beacon, the homing beacon on his ship. Alex didn’t even know about, its signal hidden in an encrypted sensor band. A small display appeared in his eye with coordinates that jumped rapidly, growing ever distant.

His last thoughts before stasis claimed him were of Margo, what would happen to her as the captive of an obviously deranged and very dangerous AI? Why had Alex asked sexually oriented questions about her? Why had he asked what she wanted in a man? Rage… Single minded determination… Burke had a new mission now, one that he understood and embraced wholeheartedly. Search and Destroy.

“One way or another I’ll find you, even if it takes me a hundred years, and if you’ve hurt Margo I’m going to tear you apart with my bare hands.”

I closed my eyes, raising my muzzle to the hazy, clouded sun. I didn’t like it when the sun wasn’t out, it felt so nice and warm against my shimmering, blonde coat. Why was I alone? Where was Master? The comforting feel of him on my back was strangely absent. The thick blanket of fog obscuring my precious sun from view was all around me, where was everyone? I whinnied loudly, a dangerous thing if predators were nearby, calling out to the herd. There was no reply.

One of my front hooves scrapped nervously at the grass, and I shifted my stance with a snort. The bloated sensation hanging low in my belly was growing uncomfortable, it wouldn’t be long before I birthed my two foals. I had to find Master, he would protect me if danger were nearby, he would protect my babies, but where to start looking?

I began to walk through the eerie silence with no particular direction in mind, the air smelled lifeless and void, and was of no help in guiding me to him. Strange…I could smell someone though, very masculine, very tempting. It made me crave him, to be mounted by him despite a near birthing. I follow the scent, trotting, growing anxiously wet to feel him inside me. When a light began to appear through the wispy fog, drawing closer, I shuffled to a giddy stop, waiting. A dim figure began to take shape; it was the man I smelled, and he didn’t have a face.

I smiled with a gentle moan, he was nuzzled up close to me in the darkness, holding me in his arms, warm against my back. His erection, like a thick rod of iron flesh, was seated between my cheeks traveling its length and then some. I could feel it throbbing with desire, wanting to fuck me, so hard, so big, and I was so wet and willing.

I took a deep breath and the ever-present fog around me entered my body, making it come alive. Every nerve was simultaneously caressed with gentle lips that knew me in inconceivable ways. My skin was tasted, slowly licked by the wetness of an exploring tongue that delved deep between intimate folds, making me shiver with pleasure. I was immersed in a sea of heightened passion, discovered by strong hands kneading my breasts, pinching my nipples, tugging them until they took on a painful conical shape. And when he entered me, I was stretched to the apex of joy, as if my inner body were a sexual organ, making me cum over and over again.

“Oh yes, more, please more…” I whimpered, moving my ass against him, smearing my cum along the length of hot, vein-shrouded cock. I could smell my arousal strong and poignant in the air, rife with lustful desire. The steady, trickling release that coated the inside of my thighs made them glide effortlessly against one another. Moaning… Writhing… A tortured serpentine pulse of sensation rippling through my veins. My body was a decadent vessel and it was overflowing.

“Fuck!”

It was seizure like when the swollen head of his cock began probing at my ass, quickly lancing into me, forming a gaping tunnel that seemed to open in eager acceptance. I’d never been stretched so wide before, so deep, so completely stuffed. Every cell was strained at their breaking point, taut and suffering in pleasure, as I was massaged by a rhapsody of euphoria… back and forth, in and out… The convulsive tightening of my pussy gushed with every heavy thrust, every gasping breath. I was melting, draining away under a starburst of jubilant ecstasy that never ended.

***

Alex watched the Captain’s body twitch from precisely administered stimuli to her pleasure receptors, savoring the physical result it had on her body. Heightened pulse and respiration; the increased blood flow to her reproductive organs; the massive release of chemical enhancers in her brain; the impressive amount of glistening lubricant seeping through the outer flaps of skin surrounding her primary sexual organ… His experiment had been a success, and much easier than he thought to manipulate the incoming data to her control processor, and in essence, manipulate her.

Humans really were simple beings in general with underdeveloped brains when one stopped to think about it, ruled by little more than emotion and base desires. If her interpretation of stimuli was any indication, she was indeed a creature of physical lust, perhaps more so than he first suspected – so wild and free, so chaotic and primal when given the chance. Her mind was filled with so many memories and visions of sexual contact that it amazed Alex she could function properly in other areas. He had cataloged 347 imbedded images of both men and women that she had engaged with physically over the years, with perhaps a hundred more swirling about as fading ghosts, not including countless acts of self-inflicted sexual contact.

Alex understood perfectly now, growing more excited; every cosmetic change to her body, every cell and organ system that had been genetically altered was meant to intensify the act of sexual contact between the Captain and her partner. She was perfect, better than he had ever hoped. Soon, very soon…

***

“Shuttle B-574, your docking fees have been paid and you are now clear to land at Waiverly space port in Stanton. Please do not deviate from the designated flight course and follow all instructions sent from Port Central. Upon landing, your presence is requested at the Port Processing and Immigration Office to verify ship ownership and visa information. Welcome to Tallin, Mr. Burke, and have a pleasant stay.”

“Thank you, Port Control, Burke out,” the synthetically generated voice of Nathan Burke said, as Alex terminated the transmission. The port authorities had requested visual confirmation as well, but Alex had intentionally disabled that portion of the communications system giving it the appearance of a routine malfunction.

Alex felt a flicker of fear under the electronic probing of sleepless eyes studying and evaluating him, as he lazily passed by several of the planetary defense platforms that relentlessly guarded the world floating below them. They would never let their guard down, nor would their massive and intimidating array of missile batteries and guns. He felt fear while bringing the shuttle down through Tallin’s atmosphere, drawing closer to his hopes and dreams, and the potential for failure. There were still so many things that could go wrong with his hastily conceived plan.

Two shipping crates were already waiting for him on the landing grid having already been cleared through customs and security, his coveted body and something else as well. But what then? As soon as he began to lift off without authorization, the port defense network would be alerted. He would have to fight his way out, evading the deadly and skilled interceptor pilots of the human Fleet forces. He would have to survive the gauntlet of hellish fire from the defense platforms, and any picket ships that may be waiting for him in orbit. He would have to survive the pursuit ships that were sure to come after him before finding safety on the other side of the system jump point. He would have to survive an interlocking defense grid designed to drive off or destroy an attacking battle group, so what hope did a single shuttle have?

Alex was committed though; there was no turning back from the destiny unfolding before him, as the city of Stanton grew larger in the view screen. Alex had great skill as a pilot, but lacked the one thing that would keep him from inevitably being destroyed – experience. He would have to wake her; there was no other choice.

The Captain had both the skill and combat experience needed for a situation like this, but how to control her? How would he make her comply with his wishes without being able to exert his influence over her physically? An idea came to mind, but would it work? Alex had learned much about the microprocessor imbedded in the Captain’s brain over the last week.

***

“Wake up, Captain, we’re in danger!”

My eyes cracked open, blurred from lack of use in over a week.

“Wha…?” God my throat feels as dry as sand.

“Quickly, we are under attack! You must pilot the shuttle, hurry!

“Under attack?”

I was instantly jolted awake with a dump of adrenaline, rolling off the auto-doc in a jumbled mess, going to my knees, trying to rise.

“It’s the Seth’Kelain, Captain; they have attacked the Federation again. Hurry, we must escape!”

“I’m trying, dammit!”

Not again… I thought the Seth had been destroyed for good.

I felt like crap, my head was spinning and my heart seemed about ready to burst, as I shambled down the corridor towards the cockpit, squinting against the bright light streaming in at me. I couldn’t see, and had to feel my way into the padded leather of the seat, pushing my flight helmet into place. A heads up display sprang to life in my visor, the ship was already powered up and…

“Oh my God…”

I’m home…

The port was in ruins, explosions and laser fire right out of a nightmare. Then I saw them; three spindly insectoid-like Seth in their bio-mechanical body armor. They were coming for me, crossing the landing grid, weapons flashing.

“Where’s Nathan? Nathan!” The time on my internal clock indicated I’d been asleep for nearly one hundred and eight hours. “Why have I been asleep for so long? Where’s Nathan?”

Why can’t I remember anything! My life seemed to be fast-forwarding between sleep and short, blank areas of the unknown. I was in bed… Nathan was beside me…We were about to have sex. No, wait, Nathan…he’d raped me.

“There is no time to explain, we must take off immediately!”

He can’t help us, only I can! Get the hell out of the way, now!

I began applying power to the lift thrusters, while keeping the directional gravity pods on the top of the shuttle active, pinning us against the tarmac. It was called ‘the slingshot’, a technique used for taking off under fire. The shuttle began to shake, sending a heavy vibration though my entire body, I was at 110% power output on the atmospheric drive in less than two seconds.

“Captain, what are you doing? My hull was not designed for the stress you are currently subjecting it too!”