KRAKEN (2 page)

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Aydra had managed to leave her homeworld, the agriculturally driven planet of Spersta, by signing on with a crew at a peripheral dock around the only major settlement on the planet.  She was willing to do anything to get on the old cargo rig she saw in geostationary orbit way above.  She had practically signed her life away to get up there, but they trained her well.  She worked eighteen hour days, every day, for three years, fixing engines, patching the hull, running computer diagnostics. 

Her contract was for a decade of service, but when she was twenty they were attacked by the Kraken en route to Earth from Altair.

She’d just come out of the shower when the ship rocked violently.  The lights went out for a few moments as the systems diverted power to the maintenance systems—it was too late of course. The pirates had fired a neutron missile in the main re-booster, virtually obliterating it.

The lights flickered back on and Aydra clutched her towel around her body, not daring to move as she waited to hear an announcement on their situation, or get a call on her com, ordering her to repair something.

But no such call came, no announcements either. She waited, sitting on her bed in a quickly cooling, soaked-through towel clinging to her body.  She listened to boots slamming the hallways outside her door—to gun shots ringing off the walls.

Pirates. And, from the sound of it, they weren’t taking any chances. She listened to her friends, everyone she’d known for the last three years, gunned down on the spot. Aydra didn’t mourn. She didn’t know how to mourn in that moment. She only knew that she had to survive.

Aydra racked her brains. Sweat formed a sheen on her freshly bathed skin as she struggled to discover within herself what she might do or say that would win her life.  The steady clomp of pirates’ boots approached, their particular deep-space drawl coarse and terrifying, echoing through the halls.

The door to her quarters slid open. A red, hulking mass of a man filled the frame. His powerfully muscled body was covered in clothing made of strips of leather haphazardly sown together. His thick body hair sprouted at every edge and opening, long cinnamon beard stretched to his chest. The man reminded her of the old stories of Vikings on Earth. Imposing, unstoppable, ruthless.

So, when he lifted up his gun and pointed it straight at her heart, Aydra acted on instinct. She flicked her finger as she stood, releasing the towel, letting it tumble off and pool at her feet.

The pirate’s finger steadied before the trigger.

Aydra reached up to her thick red hair, which was tied in a bun, and pulled it loose, letting it cascade across her shoulders and frame her milky smooth and pert breasts.

The pirate’s gun lowered.

There she was, in all her ravishing glory. Stark naked—an offering. Her skin was like porcelain from the years she spent in space, and well figured from the daily hours of manual labor. She’d even shaved herself bare to avoid irritation in the sweaty confines of her coveralls. She was the very picture of unconquered beauty.

“I’m a virgin,” she said, as if she were quoting a price. The subtext was clear, even to the brute.
I’ll trade my purity if you let me live
.

He grinned madly and laughed. “Ah, yes! What good is a dead virgin?”

He stepped into the room, nearly filling it with his presence and scooped her up under on arm with superhuman ease.

He marched through the cargo ship, shooting down her friends with one hand as he went along.  When they arrived at the pirate ship he brought her to the Captain on the bridge. The Captain was an older man—maybe late forties.  His face was deeply carved with scars and wrinkles and framed by thick black hair, greased back tightly.

“Oh, you’ve done very well, Genther,” said the Captain, rubbing his hands together. He stepped over to Aydra and took her face in his meaty hand. “Dear, dear, dear. You must’ve been the prize of that ship.” He reached down and grabbed her roughly between the legs. Aydra gasped at the shock and the humiliation. “I just hope you won’t be too loose for my boys after all the dick you must’ve taken.” The Captain laughed loudly, pressing his fingers against her cunt through the coveralls.

Aydra’s knees buckled slightly at the pain and pressure. She blushed even more as she saw each of the eyes on her as the Captain almost absentmindedly rubbed her.

“No dick, Captain,” said Genther. “She’s a virgin.”

“Oh?” A bit of interest to perk him up. “And how do you know this?”

“She told me.”

The Captain’s head flung back with a bellowing chortle. “And you believed her? A woman! You trust the word of a woman?”

Genther turned a shade red and grit his teeth.

Aydra swallowed nervously. “I’m honest, if nothing else,” she said.

The Captain’s head snapped back to look Aydra in the eyes. His face shared a maniacal mix of a smile and a scowl. “Is that so?” He turns to one of his crew members with a headset on. “Send a message to the boarding crew. Tell them to gather everything up and come back at once.” He smiled at Aydra, licking his lips. “We’re celebrating tonight!”

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A thin mattress was thrown down in the galley—more for their comfort than hers, though she was grateful nonetheless. She tried to count them, but it was difficult. At a guess, there were about twenty men, and they all looked vaguely the same in their haphazard leathers and boots and beards.

The Captain picked her up by the hips, tossed her onto the mattress in the middle of the room, and stood over her to address his men. "Well, look at what we've got here," bellowed the Captain. "We caught ourselves a little fox."

The men laughed agreeably, filling the room with a horrible roar, and Aydra felt herself cower in spite of herself.

"She says she's a virgin! I think she's a harlot!" He knelt down over Aydra and slowly pulled a long knife—almost a sword—out of its sheath at his hip. "Who's up to watch a little gambling!?"

The crowd howled excitedly.

"Good. Because this little lady is going to bet her life that she hasn't told your dear, old Captain a lie." He reached down and crabbed the crotch of her coveralls, pulling them up roughly, lifting her hips off the mattress. He sawed at the fabric with the blade, cutting a huge hole in the crotch. Her white panties showed through.

The humiliation was gut twisting. Aydra fought back tears, knowing that this was the only way to save her own life. She'd never been so glad to have been raised on a shitty backwater planet with no boys to choose from.

The Captain ran his thumb roughly along the panties and chuckled. "Look at 'em clean white panties. At least one thing about her is definitely pure!" Again, that awful peal of cackles.

His thumb pressed into her clit as he moved it back and forth and Aydra couldn't help but jump as it did.

"Ah! The little hussy likes it!" He grabbed the panties and yanked on them, pulling the crotch to his nose and smelling deeply. "Ohh, she's a sweet one, that's for sure." He turned around slightly to face Aydra. "Here's the deal, sweetums. If you lied, and you've got a useless floppy cunt, we're gonna have our way with you, and then put you in the airlock with the rest of the trash. If you haven't lied, like the goody-goody thing you claim to be, then, well, we're still gonna have our way with you, but we’ll let you live—as our personal sex slave!"

No laughter that time, just hoots and hollers of encouragement.

Aydra barely heard him.  She'd been distracted by the panties pulled tight between her pussy lips, rubbing her clit forcefully. Her body didn't know the danger she was in.  All her primal brain could tell was that she was surrounded by strong, powerful men. Men who were—despite their scars and clothes—ruggedly attractive and preparing to fuck her brains out.  Her body wanted to be fucked, needed to be fucked.  Inside her head, however, she was struggling to focus, ashamed that she felt desire boiling in her stomach, angry at herself for—even in a small way—wanting these brutes to take her body and use it.

The captain brandished the blade again and slipped it under her panties and pulled, slicing the cotton as if it were air. The flaps of her ruined panties fell away and her wet pussy was exposed to everyone—a cheer went up.

The Captain's rough hand touched her lips and came away with a trail of cum. He held the dampened finger to his lips and tasted. "Oh, she is a prize. Sweet. And she's loving every minute of this. Men, you know I don't often like to be wrong, but today I hope to the stars that I am!"

The Captain wrapped his arms under her hips, lifting her up to inspect her vagina.  He folded her awkwardly and placed her face right near his ass. His thick fingers pawed at her slick labia, pulling them back, exposing her aching, needy hole. He probed inside, feeling her thin hymenal membrane.

"A VIRGIN!"

Aydra felt the coils in the mattress vibrate with the guttural roar of excitement that expanded like a supernova in the galley.

A rousing chant of, "Captain! Captain! Captain!" rose up, the men encouraging their fearless leader to take the claimed booty.

"Ah, a pirate's life is a good one indeed," said the Captain as he stood up and turned around to face Aydra directly. He began pulling his heavy shirt off and pulling down his pants. "Get yourselves ready men! You're all next!"  The pirates followed suit, the air rustling with the sound of heavy leathers being tossed aside. "You are a very lucky lady, you know that deary? What woman in all the galaxy gets two dozen pirates to fuck her slutty holes and live to tell about it?"

The Captain knelt down in front of Aydra. "Hold her legs for me gentlemen!"

Two men stepped forward and grabbed Aydra by the ankles, pulling her legs back so she was in a split, spread wide open. The way they held her was absolutely effortless, despite her struggling. The power in their muscled forearms lain against her calves sent a shiver of unexpected desire running through her.  A few more men began to gather closer to her. Two went for her breasts, each a perfect handful, mauling them with unrepentant zeal. Hands found their way to her arms, to her stomach, to her waist—her body was electrified by all the bumps and valleys of those strong, tough hands groping her to their hearts' content.

One set of hands reached down and held her head steady in the jostling. The face to which those surprisingly caring hands belonged appeared over her. It was the man she would come to know as Erthur. "Just relax," he said, as hopefully as he could.  His hands shielded her head from the knees and hands that might have otherwise bruised her skull and face.

Aydra's mouth gaped in wonder. She was confused, though, why he didn't at least kiss her.

She didn't have much time to think it over though as the Captain positioned his hard cockhead at the entrance to her soaking pussy.  She couldn't see him or the soon-to-be-invading member, but from the way the head pressed fully against her, she fancied it was rather on the large side.  She had no choice in the matter.  She was inclined to ask him to be gentle, but she knew that was hopeless, and would probably only garner her a rougher treatment in response. She stayed quiet as the captain pressed forward, feeling the resistance of her unbroken cherry against his cock.

"Hoo-ee, she is goddamn tight, I tell you!" The Captain laughed. "Not for long!"

He thrust forward in one long, swift stroke, penetrating all the way through, tearing her hymen, and filling her up.  The shock and pain was so overwhelming that she couldn't even scream. A squeak escaped her clenched throat.  The massive cock began to row in and out of her, thrusts at first long and luxurious—the Captain was clearly making sure to enjoy every silky stroke of this virgin cunt.

It wasn't long before he fucked into her with rude vigor, slamming his hips against hers, his pelvic bone crashing against her clit.  It was a bit painful, but distracting and colored with a shade of pleasure.  Slowly, she was working herself into it. The pain began to fade away, little by little. She was starting to focus on the extraordinary sensation of having something inside her like that. She'd never been touched in those places. She was coming to know her own body—the depths of her pink tunnel by the villainous penetration of this space pirate.  She felt her cervix in blinding stabs when he would crash into it with the tip of his cock.

She didn’t know exactly how long he'd fucked her for. The Captain's assault melded into a single moment in her memory.  The hands on her body and the cock in her pussy and the handsome eyes of Erthur all blended together into a haze of pleasure as the pain faded away. Something unfamiliar built up in her.  It was like warmth, like light in the core of her belly.  It reached outwards like fingers stretching for her nerve ending and claiming them for ecstasy.

She tensed, clamping down on the Captain's thickness inside her as her world erased itself in a flash of blissful light.

This writhing orgasm pushed the Captain over the edge and he collapsed on top of her, grabbing her by the shoulders to thrust himself as deep as he possibly could and shooting his hot cum deep inside her womb.

He pulled out of her, breathing heavily. "Oh, that is a good fuck. We're going to enjoy her, I tell you that, boys!" He wiped a bit of sweat from his brow. "Alright, I think you've earned this. I'm going to my quarters. Have at ‘er!"

Suddenly, Erthur disappeared from view and a cock was slapped against her lips and a pair of fingers grabbed her nose until she gasped. The cock shoved itself into her mouth and rammed its way to the back of her throat. She tasted sweat and bitter precum on it. It thrust in and out of her mouth the way the Captain had used her pussy.  In spite of herself, she enjoyed the feeling of the hot, firm flesh against her tongue, and the yielding, veiny nature of it. She liked the way she could pick the man's moans out of the cacophony every time she sucked a little harder.

Already, another man was positioned between her legs and began to use her hole. Her hands were grabbed and placed on cocks and made to jack them off. The cock in her mouth seized and pulsed and a spew of warm semen rushed out over her tongue and pooled against her molars. She swallowed reluctantly, not thrilled at the idea of that bitter, gooey mess falling into her belly.

The cock in her pussy pulled out and she was grabbed and flipped on her stomach. Someone spread her ass cheeks and she felt someone spit on her asshole and broad fingers work the natural lubricant into her tight little rosebud. Her whole body tensed as she realized what was about to happen.

Again, she had not time to think on it as a cock quickly went into place at her ass and pushed forward. This time she couldn't help herself. She cried out as the cockhead passed her sphincter. She felt like she was getting pulled apart. The shaft slid even further into her bowels, filling her in a way she'd never even considered before. The man bottomed out, his hips pressing into her full ass.

Aydra squealed as he began to fuck her. She didn't have long to make any noise as a hand slid under her chin and pinched her at the jaw, opening it wide and yet another cock being thrust inside her mouth. This one was a little smaller and she was able to work her tongue around the head in circles, attempting in some strange way to elicit pleasure from the man. She thought that, maybe, if she could give him enough pleasure, if she could control it, he would be merciful and
allow
her to please him instead of roughly fucking her face like the last man had.  In the back of her head, both options seemed pleasantly viable.

The pain in her bum mellowed even more quickly than the first fuck. As she relaxed she was pulled backwards so she was sitting up on the man's cock, bottoming out. She could feel his balls pressing against her dripping wet pussy. Her nipples were pinched and pulled, sending shocks of confused sensation through her.  Another man knelt down in front of her and positioned his cock at her cunt while the other man was still in her ass. She was lucky she had a cock in her mouth because she almost cried out for them to stop.

The man slid himself inside her in one, smooth stroke. Aydra screamed around the cock in her mouth.

"Make her scream again! That felt fucking good," said the voice attached to the cock in her mouth.

The men currently double penetrating her began to saw in and out of her with an athletic vigor and merciless force. Aydra screamed around the cock until her screams turned into moans.  She hated herself for it, but she was starting to enjoy even this. She was so full. She couldn't describe why the fullness made her feel so incomparably good, but it did. Every nerve ending in her holes, and each part of her guts that was shifted in the wake of their intense double-fucking, sent waves and torrents of ecstasy through her.

The men exploded inside her, filling her with their seed. She sucked hard on the cock as she began to cum for the second time on the sensation of the two men erupting inside her.

This was all almost too much for the men. They nearly tore her apart with their enthusiasm. A voice wrangled the beastly pirates from the sidelines--it was a voice she'd come to know better in the coming years, the voice of Erthur, her protector.

For hours the men took their turns with her, filling her pussy, her ass, and her belly with their cum. Dozens of men's seed coated the inside and outside of her body, and by the time they were done she'd orgasmed more times than she thought possible before passing out as the last man spilled his load on her face. 

In her memory of the night, it all blended together as a few excruciatingly pleasurable moments in a kaleidoscopic panoply of pain and pleasure.