Kinky Space Vixen (9 page)

Afterwards,
when he was done with her, the Emperor got up and began to get
changed, preparing to discard her like she were a piece of used
trash. For some reason this turned Yasimia on as well. She gingerly
got to her feet and slowly straightened up. “Does it hurt?” Asked
the Emperor.
“Oh Excellency,” groaned Yasimia. “It hurts like you wouldn’t
believe.”
The Emperor smirked. “Good,” he said smugly. “I am pleased with
you, Yasimia. You are a loyal servant to me and you have made a
fine spy as well.”
“Thank you Excellency,” smiled Yasimia gracefully.
“Rhonda is twenty-five now,” mused the Emperor. “She is getting on
in years. Perhaps if you continue to do well for me there might be
a place for you as my overseer in the not too distant
future.”
Yasimia’s face lit up at the news and she beamed broadly. “I should
like that very much, Excellency,” she replied subserviently.
“I thought so,” mused the Emperor. “It is clear you are prepared to
do anything for me.”

Dragontooth
attended to Joe attentively over the next few days, bringing him
water and broth until at last he felt his strength fully recovered.
One morning she came to him and sat next to him on the makeshift
bed. Joe looked at her bare brown legs, her smooth brown skin and
the breasts which seemed about to burst out of her cloth.
Dragontooth noticed him staring and smiled. “You are feeling
better,” she said. “Or at least the blood is flowing properly
through your body.” She looked down at the bulge in the sheets
which Joe hastily tried to cover. “I shall help you partly because
I can emphasise with your lover’s plight,” Dragontooth told him.
“All my life I have lived this nomadic life, going where I please
and doing whatever I like, never bothering a soul who does not
bother me. The idea of not having consent, of not having control,
strikes me as my own idea of hell.”
“Thank you, Dragontooth,” said Joe gratefully.
“It will be very difficult to rescue your girlfriend from the
palace,” said Dragontooth warily. “The place is heavily fortified
with guards, for the Emperor is a paranoid man. From what I have
heard he is extremely protective of his harem.”
“He does not realise how determined I am,” replied Joe defiantly.
“There is nothing I would not do to be reunited with Aevie. Had the
Emperor known that I am sure he would have had me killed
regardless.”
“We must tread very carefully,” warned Dragontooth. “It would not
do for you to charge straight in and almost get yourself killed
like you did last time, especially as I am to be risking my life as
well.”
“What about weapons?” Asked Joe.
“Our brains are the most potent weapons we will have possess,”
replied Dragontooth. “All else is secondary.”

Dragontooth led
him outside and showed him an ancient looking hoverbike that stood
propped up to the side of the cave. “I taught myself to use it,”
she said proudly. “Only ever taken it out on test runs before, and
only with one person on board.”
“Think it will take me as well?”
“I should hope so,” replied Dragontooth lightly. “Otherwise it is
likely to be a long walk through the desert for the two of us.”

They went back
inside. “So when can we head off?” Asked Joe.
“As soon as possible,” replied Dragontooth. “But first I need to
know that your strength is truly won back. I need to see a test of
your stamina Joe.”
“Of course,” replied Joe pleasantly. “And how shall I show you
that? Should I go for a jog, lift some weights, perhaps…”
Dragontooth bounded across the cave floor and threw herself at him,
knocking him completely off his feet and squarely back into the
bed. Joe gasped as the breath was drawn out of him but he had no
time to recover as Dragontooth began frantically kissing him and
ripping off his clothes. “Now I’m not sure this is a good idea,” he
objected weakly, because of course he was loving every second of
what was happening to him. “I do have a girlfriend you now.”
“This is necessity,” snapped Dragontooth as she tore off her
loincloths, hastily removed his boxer shorts and greedily seized a
hold of his cock. “Now let’s fuck.”

She started
fucking him rampantly, thrusting against his unyielding cock with
all her might, squeezing him so tightly between the vice-like grip
of her legs that he thought he was going to pass out. The sex was
wild and dangerous. Her fucking him like this made put Joe in fear
of his very life. He was both captivated and commanded by her. Her
breasts bounced and danced before her. He reached out to squeeze
them hard, pinching her nipples and causing her to cry out and mew
delightedly.
“You want me to help you rescue your girlfriend?” She moaned
breathlessly.
“Yes,” replied Sam. “So help me if you fight as well as you fuck we
could take on the entire city.”
Dragontooth bent over and touched his nose with hers. “Then you
have to trust me,” she whispered. She fumbled beneath the mattress
and produced a long length of thick twine. She bound his wrists and
attached them to the pole behind that served as the bedpost. He was
tied really tightly and the bonds cut into his wrists as he
strained. “Does it hurt?” Asked Dragontooth, as she rose up to ride
him once more.
“Yes,” he breathed.
“Good.”
The fact of him being tied up seemed to excite Dragontooth even
more and she began fucking him even harder, taking complete control
of his cock and frantically gyrating her body upon him.
“Oh Hell!” Cried Joe. “Oh hell you’re going to fuck my goddamned
cock off if you keep screwing me like this!”
“Is this good?” He asked her.
“Good like you wouldn’t believe,” she moaned. “You have no idea how
long I have been yearning for this, Joe!”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” groaned Joe as he strained hard upon
his bonds.
“Tell me,” she gasped. “Are all lovers as long as you? Are they all
as hard as you? Do they all work so hard to satisfy a woman – oh
yes! – as you are satisfying me right now?”
“I am your slave,” replied Joe. “At least for now. And what kind of
slave does not wish to please his mistress?”
Joe’s declaration of submission sent Dragontooth over the edge. Her
juices welled within her body and she let fly with a gushing spurt
accompanied by an ear-splitting, warrior like scream as Joe came
hard inside her.

“Oh Aevie!”
Cried Suza, rushing up to her friend and throwing her arms around
her. “I am racked with guilt at what I did to you! I can barely
look at myself in the mirror!”
**
“I want you to take revenge,” said Suza quietly. “I want you to
punish me even harder than I was forced to punish you.”
Aevie looked at her hard. “There really is no need, Suza,” she
sighed. “But I suppose you’re not going to take no for an answer,
are you?”
Suza smiled and shook her head then took Aevie by the hand and led
her into her cubicle. “Look what I managed to steal,” smiled Suza,
producing the cane.
“Suza!” Exclaimed Aevie. “You’re going to get into real trouble if
Rhonda finds out you’ve stolen that.”
“Just as long as I get into trouble with you as well and you punish
me hard for it,” laughed Suza, throwing her arms around Aevie’s
neck to kiss her. “Now then. I’ve never been spanked before. You’re
going to have to guide me through it.”
“Okay, let me think about this,” said Aevie. She went to her side
drawer and produced a long handled wooden hairbrush with a flat
end. “I’m going to give you a nice sexy spanking which we’re both
going to enjoy,” she said sitting down on the end of the bed. “And
afterwards I’m going to cane you. Then we’re going to fuck.”
Suza stripped naked and came to lie over Aevie’s lap. Because this
was Suza’s first time she decided to start off slow. She started
spanking her slowly with the hairbrush, lightly at first then
increasing the force of the strokes as Suza laughed and kicked out
in appreciation. Soon she was spanking her really hard. Suza
started crying out in earnest as her ass was slowly reddened. She
was not laughing any more. After a time Aevie stopped spanking her.
Her fingers moved to Suza’s clit and she began lightly running her
fingers up and down as Suza cried out in appreciation. Just as she
was on the verge of climax Aevie raised the brush and began the
spanking anew. Suza was soon crying out again and it was not long
before the tears welled in her eyelids. In a moment she was sobbing
steadily. Aevie stopped spanking her and ordered her up off her
lap, picked up the cane and piled two pillows one of top of the
other. “Lie over the pillows with your ass raised good and tight
and your legs apart,” she ordered her. “And remember to remain in
position otherwise I’m going to have to give you extra
punishment.”
Suza did as she was told. Her unquestioning submission made Aevie
very wet. She tapped the cane twice on Suza’s cheeks then raised it
up high and brought it down hard on the centre of her ass. Suza
cried out straight away and began sobbing again but managed to
remain in position. Aevie started caning her again, the strokes
really hard. She remembered the punishment her friend had given her
the other day and even though it had been forced upon her the
memory and the welts still lingered as she was determined to get
revenge. Once or twice Suza rose up after a particularly hard
stroke at the top of her legs. Aevie waited until the main part of
the caning was over then stopped to allow Suza time to catch her
breath.
“Is it over?” Asked Suza hopefully.
“Not yet,” replied Aevie. “I’m going to have to give you extras
sweetie because you moved out of position like a bad girl. Are you
okay with that?”
“Yes ma’am,” sobbed Suza, prepping her ass to receive more
punishment.
Aevie gave her six more strokes on the tops of her legs, the
hardest of the session and the hardest too that Aevie had ever
given in her life. When it was over she put down the cane and sat
down on the bed, gently massaging Suza’s shoulders and stroking her
hair until she was all cried out. Suza turned around and pulled
Aevie on top of her. Aevie began kissing her passionately and
rubbing her hands up and down Suza’s lithe and writhing body. They
made love again and again and afterwards lay together, exhausted
but satisfied, the debt more than repaid.

“We have to get
out of here,” said Aevie with determination.
“But how?” Asked Suza. “There is nowhere for us to go. The Emperor
has radar all over this planet which he owns completely. Meanwhile
the loading bay is surrounded by over a thousand armed guards. We
could never slip through and stow away in one of the ships.”
“I’ll work something out,” vowed Aevie. “I need to find him. I know
it is a selfish thing to say, Suza, but I really hope he doesn’t
forget all about me. I hope he always remembers me as I was.”
“You’re going to see him again, Aevie,” said Suza gently. “I just
know it.”

Rogerus’s cock
pounded Wandoria’s tight wet pussy from behind as she cried out and
mewed for more. He withdrew then turned her over and leapt on top
of her, fucking her with a renewed vigour, determined to make her
squeal. The two of them were addicted to one another, he could not
keep away from her, had been neglecting his duties in the harem and
everybody knew about it. He did not care. If he could have but one
dream in the world it would be to die fucking her. So engrossed
were the two of them in their lovemaking they did not notice the
curtain of their cubicle pulled back and the figure watching them
the whole time. “Rhonda!” Exclaimed Rogerus in terror, falling off
Wandoria and out of the bed just as he reached climax, landing in a
crumpled heap on the floor below and facing the gang-mistress as
cum shot from his raging cock and pebble-dashed upon her
shoes.
“I thought you had been neglecting your duties of late,” declared
Rhonda gleefully. “I had no idea you were shacking up with this
little whore.”
“Mistress, forgive us!” Exclaimed Wandoria fearfully. “We could not
resist one another. We tried to keep it a secret but…”
“The amount of noise the two of you were making I’m surprised the
whole damned palace didn’t come running,” sneered Rhonda. “It’s
always the quiet ones. My word but you must be a filthy little
bitch indeed if you can find cause to fuck that half-human. Or are
you really just that desperate that any raggedy old cock will
do?”
“Mistress please!” beseeched Wandoria. “We are very much in
love!”
“You must be cracked in the head,” spat Rhonda, looking at Wandoria
with contempt. “Either that or blind. How could you even dream of
fucking a sad little quasi-human creature as that?”
“Hey you leave him alone!” Yelled Wandoria in a sudden act of
defiance. “Rogerus is a kind and loving man. You’re the creature,
Rhonda – you with your callous ways and your cane. Fuck you!”
“This is unbelievable,” muttered Rhonda, shaking her head in
disgust. “Just when I thought I’d seen it all.”
A small group of guards appeared to drag Rogerus and Wandoria off
to the cells. “This is my fault,” said Rogerus sadly as the guards
began to drag them both away. “I failed to control my own base
emotions and now I have surely doomed us all.”
“Take heart my dear Rogerus,” cried Wandoria stoically. “For I fear
it was bound to have ended this way eventually. May we meet again
in paradise my darling!”

It was an hour
before dawn. Je and Dragontooth had been travelling across the
desert for much of the night and now they reached the city walls of
the capital. It had taken them a long time to reach the city,
several hours of solid riding and they had been forced to take
diversions on more than one occasion in order to avoid the imperial
patrols. From a distance the city looked eerie with its high walls,
dim lights and smoke rising up from the rooftops. And of course the
imperial palace in the centre dominated everything. Dragontooth
dismounted from the rover and went ahead to scout for likely weak
points, returning a few moments later. “Come along,” hissed
Dragontooth at last, beckoning him over. “I have watched the
movements of the guards. Look yonder.” She pointed with her finger
at where a large knot of ivy snaked all the way up to a turret. “We
have a five minute gap before they return so we have to be
quick.”