The Pirate's Enslaved Booty

Pillaging his Virgin Plaything

by Roger Doyle

When a feisty bounty hunter crosses paths with a notorious space-pirate, the sadistic criminal takes it personally when she aims to kill, and his payback is brutal. In space, there are no rules, and the virginal little redhead is overpowered and enslaved. Leaving no hole untouched, he attempts to sculpt her into the perfect plaything. Leah struggles to understand his motives as he tries to dehumanize her, and her escape attempts only invite more punishment. She's a tough nut to crack, but he's sure that he’ll soon possess a plaything with an insane craving for his cock, and a lusty thirst for his cum.

~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~

“Oh, dear. Captain Chert? Goodness gracious,” Leah muttered, realizing her terrible blunder straight off while making sure he couldn't get a glimpse of her. She'd been following the wrong damn pirate, and from what she'd heard of Chert, she was in way over her head.

“Show me Captain Chert's statistics!” she hissed, staring at the view-screen and calming a little as the towering pirate's hologram was replaced with scrolling text. However, once she began reading about his vast list of robberies, murders and pillaging, she wasn't the slightest bit reassured and thought it best to remain hidden. As she rushed to climb into the air duct, she hoped the brute would leave soon, and planned to keep quiet until he was gone.

The pirate grabbed hold of a brightly painted drone, a flattened globe with no visible weaponry but a cluster of sensors on the top and bottom. "Forward, Polly!" Chert ordered as the drone sprang into life and carried him across the space between airlocks. A security device produced from his coat quickly opened the yacht door and he stepped into the gravity field.

He gave the drone an affectionate pat and chuckled. "Go on, girl. Find anyone hiding around and warn them to go. I'll be watching ye." He touched the crossbones pattern on his eyepatch and it began to feed an overlay of the drone's camera to him. It had taken many years to get used to the strange vertigo that gave him but it had proven its use in the past. He swaggered through the corridors toward the helm, blasting out cameras as he passed.

The inexperienced bounty hunter decided not to wait for him to introduce himself. It frustrated her to no end that he'd fouled up her plan by being the wrong dratted criminal and she was almost tempted to swear.

The air duct ran the length of the ship, and she crawled through it silently, heading toward the firing range where there were plenty of weapons. Along the way, her mischievous nature won out and she quietly whispered a command to activate the corroded fire system in the other ship. Pausing, Leah grinned while watching on her view-screen as rusty water gushed out of the derelict's nozzles. She hoped her flood found the pirate, but wasn't sure where he was because he'd disabled the cameras near him.

Chert swore vehemently as the water hit him. It cascaded from his shields but still annoyed him. "Hellfire and brimstone, Polly! Check the ducting, might be summat in there! Remember that time we had a xeno in that cargo ship? Had to flush the ducts with chlorine to clear it out... Broadcast the warning as ye go." He punctuated his orders with shots to the nozzles, melting them shut. The drone floated into the duct from the empty bridge, zipping along towards Leah's rear while beeping playfully in response.

Hearing something heading her way, Leah turned and fired blindly behind her. When a shot hit Polly's control panel, the pirate's old and faithful pet crashed down, rolling through the duct with its processor destroyed beyond repair. Without pausing to inspect the damage, Leah shoved her glasses back up on her nose and continued on toward her ship. There was a disturbing sizzling sound in the duct now, but the farther she went, the more distant it became.

Chert flinched as Polly's feed exploded in static, but not before he'd seen a shapely rump crawling ahead of it. He swore again as he plotted his course, following the ducting to the lower airlock. He was furious at the loss of Polly. He'd had the quirky little bot for twenty years, and whoever took her out would pay.

Leah was worried. When she hatched the plan to catch Black Rolf and rescue her uncle, she hadn't considered it could be the wrong darn pirate. Chert was a much higher level of danger, and she hadn't even calculated in an escape factor. She climbed down into the shooting range, and headed to the weapon cabinet, knowing she was in way over her head.

There would be a wondrous bounty for the fool, but she wasn't sure how to bring him in without shooting him dead. In her new line of business, she knew it was bound to happen, but hadn't counted on the need to kill arriving so darn soon.

The angry pirate paused to send his ship around the yacht, studying it closer on the view-screen of his eyepatch. After spying the disguised hunter's ship, his heavily armed craft took up position below it. "Mr Sliver, aim for the engines then the guns in that order. After that, begin holing it from the rear forward... Someone owes me a new pet!"

Smoke and flames erupted inside Leah's ship as the overcharged weaponry began to tear it apart. "Come out and face me, or surrender now! I've not lived to this age by fighting fair!" He aimed his pistol at the airlock, cutlass clenched firmly in case there was more than one foe ahead.

“Good lord,” she whispered, as the man's voice boomed through the airlock. Leah nervously chewed her gum faster as a wave of fear washed over her. She knew he was a giant, but his booming voice even sounded big. “No way am I giving up,” she muttered, gathering her courage. She was determined to be the survivor of their confrontation and decided to shoot him in the head and be done with it. He'd be impossible to bring in alive, and his crimes were terrible so she'd just appointed herself to be his judge and jury. "No way will I be the one pushing up daisies. Dead or alive, and I'm bringing him in dead."

"Stay in there and see how well ye can breathe vacuum," he called out, firing a random shot into her ship. "I'll leave ye in a holed wreck if I need to!" He grinned as he waited his opponent's next move, enjoying the challenge. It had been some time since anyone had dared to face him in combat.

After his quarrelsome announcement, she knew something had to be done fast. Unfortunately, her only choice was facing him at the airlock. Feeling cornered, she hurried to the airlock and got down on one knee, taking aim with both pistols.

It amazed her that things had gone downhill so fast. Her aunt would be furious about the ship, but the pirate's bounty would buy her a replacement. The portly woman had only agreed to loan it out in hopes of getting her missing husband back, and Leah still wouldn't let her down even though things had taken a turn for the worse. The couple had practically raised her and she'd find her uncle if it was the last thing she did.

The heat of the flames died, replaced with an overpowering cold as the oxygen was sucked out. It was getting harder to breathe and she started feeling light headed. Hurriedly, she pushed the button with the barrel of one gun, then took careful aim and began to fire as the doors slid open.

Chert stood behind the door as lasers flew past him. When every shot came from the same point, he knew there was only one enemy and charged heedlessly in.

Leah's eyes widened as her carefully aimed shots deflected off of the towering pirate rushing at her. The lack of oxygen almost had her unconscious as she realized he had a shield and she'd be defeated.

The edge of his cutlass caught one of her guns, slicing it through as the butt of his pistol struck her head. He grinned as he lifted her limp body and hauled her through to the airlock, closing the hatch before her ship fully emptied of air. She weighed next to nothing and he admired his booty as he carried her through to a small cell on his craft. It surprised him that the little thing had put up such a fight and he decided she'd be fun to break.

Tossing her onto a metal bench, he was pleased with his find as he looked down at the pretty redhead. While stripping her naked, his cock hardened and he looked forward to shoving it inside her. She was so small that her holes would be nice and tight, and he'd make sure it hurt for destroying his Polly.

Her fiery red hair hung over the edge of the bench, touching the floor near his feet. If he chose to sell her into slavery, he'd get a pretty penny for a female with red hair. That was an extreme delicacy and rare beyond belief in the galaxy. She was a pretty little thing, too, with freckles covering her entire body, even decorating her nicely shaped tits.

He stood back and activated the force wall to imprison her in the steel cube. "Up we wake, and let's find out who ye are," he commanded, his voice echoing off the metal walls.

She groaned quietly and tried to blink away the throbbing headache as the metal ceiling came into focus. The drone of an unfamiliar air management system caught her attention as it circulated fresh air to breathe. She shivered as the breeze drifted across her naked body, and her hands went to her exposed breasts. Why was she naked? Her brows crinkled as she tried to remember what happened.

The pirate stood off to the side watching with amusement as his chuckle sent a visible shiver of fear through her. He liked that reaction, and she should be scared, because he now owned her.

Leah's heart raced and she turned her head to see the enormous pirate standing nearby. The movement caused a ferocious ache in her temple and when she felt it, there was a large lump. It brought back the memory of the door sliding open. Hoping to kill him, she fired blindly, but clearly he'd won their confrontation. She bit her lip, once again regretting the mistake of following the wrong pirate.

"I'd like my clothes," she said, her head pounding.

He ignored the demand, stepping closer as his eyes skimmed her body, pausing on the good parts. "I'll ask you one time. Who are you?"

Leah didn't miss his inspection and blushed because no one had ever seen her naked. He was downright frightening, significantly larger than any man she'd seen. It didn't escape her attention that he also seemed slightly angry, and with a rising sense of desperation, she scrambled off the cot.

"You just stay back," she commanded, hardly able to believe the ridiculous pickle she was in. Seeing his patience dwindle, she decided to answer his question, but knew it would be better if he didn't know the truth. "Oh, that's easy," she began, gazing up at the criminal and trying to use her feminine wiles on him. Her uncle Dorsey always accused her of conjuring those up when she was in a tight spot. He'd been correct, and it usually worked. "Well, this was really just a miscommunication," she explained, brushing her long red hair aside while tiptoeing around the fact that she'd fired a laser pistol at the outlaw's head. "I was returning from my dear grandpa's funeral when you attacked me. And now you've taken my clothes, which is just plain unreasonable meanness." Once her fabricated explanation was complete, her striking green eyes widened dramatically, because that finishing touch never failed.

"And shooting my drone was an accident, was it?" he asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "And the barrage from yer twin pistols at the airlock?" He sent the forcefield slowly towards her. Leah scrambled backward as he reduced the size of her cell until she was pressed against the cold metal wall.

"Still, ye look like ye'll be able to pay me back fer that," he teased as he openly stared at her body. A beeping came from his hat and he tilted his head thoughtfully as he read the message. "Now that's interesting... Ye're old Buccheri’s niece? Yer ship's computer has had a nice chat with mine. I owe that old bastard a score, and ye owe me a pet. Aye, I know what to do with ye now." He smirked as the wall pressed to within a foot of the back of the cell, zapping painfully where her nipples touched it.

Leah cringed and tried to press against the wall harder but it didn't help. "Listen, I can explain," she said, trying to hold her breath to avoid the shocking. When her large nipples suddenly hardened, it placed them deeper into the line of fire and she squealed. "Stop! Please! You...you're not being careful of other's feelings!" she blurted, worrying that her nipples were being permanently damaged.

He burst out into an involuntary gust of laughter at the comment. "Really?" he gasped, drawing in a huge breath between guffaws. "Oh gods but I know what to do with ye! Ye'll make a perfect pet to entertain me." The pirate turned and opened a locker sunk into the wall, pulling out a thick, gleaming silver collar.

The forcefield shimmered right in front of her nose as she watched him, leery about the object he held. It looked like a polished manacle that was too big for a person’s wrist. “Entertain you?” she asked, worried about what he had planned, knowing the man was capable of anything from the report she read on him.

Chert reached into the forcefield, ignoring the painful shocks as he attached a collar around the girl's neck. "This should help get you in the right frame of mind." He picked up a hand-com and checked the settings on the device, ensuring that the important one was marked as priority, where any attack on him would be stopped with a preemptive electric shock. After a few days it would be able to read her brain waves, hitting her before she even moved. "Ready to come out then?"

Her nod was so frantic that her glasses slid down her nose, and she couldn't push them up again. “Yes, yes! Can I have my clothes back? I don't like being naked and I'm ready to go. I wasn't even after you. I was after a completely different criminal and you just got in my way. I'd like for you to take me home—please.”

"Oh, I didn't say go. Ye're going nowhere, this is now your home." He smirked as he took her glasses off and snapped them into a jumble of broken frames and lenses, dropping it to the deck.

"You wastrel!" she yelled, squinting up at the pirate. "If I wasn't sure before, now I'm convinced you are no gentleman! I needed those glasses—darn-it!" She tried very hard not to swear, but he'd driven her to it. It was shocking that he was so vicious, because it didn't fit his appearance at all. "You are the most inconsiderate man I've ever met. I'm inclined to believe you're the pure embodiment of evil!"

His eyes narrowed. "Listen up, ye proper little bitch. Do you remember the robot you thoughtlessly destroyed in the air duct? Polly was my faithful pet, and you're now her replacement. You'll learn that soon enough." His smirk broadened, intentionally goading her to anger so that the collar could register the display on her mind for future reference.

“I wish I'd been following Black Rolf instead of you. I'm fairly certain he would have been better company!”

"Black Rolf and his habit of wearing ladies skin belts? I'm not convinced," Chert replied cheerfully. "Besides which he's... Shall we say retired?" The man sent the forcefield straight to the back wall of the cell, weakened so as not to kill but still stinging on every piece of skin it touched. He caught one of Leah's nipples between thumb and forefinger and pinched viciously, "Now get on all fours like a good bitch."

“Ouch! Stop touching me!" she cried, not appreciating the pain, and definitely not happy that he was touching her breast. She was worried about being on her knees, but clearly didn't have a choice because the stinging was unbearable. Cringing, she did as he said, sure he was about to assassinate her next.

It was daunting to look up at the bloodthirsty bundle of muscle from her knees, but she courageously made eye contact and even managed a stern look. "I didn't give you permission to touch me and the constant name calling really irks me," she managed to admit, while cringing in discomfort at the same time. Her voice dropped, and she glared up at him. "Go ahead and kill me then, unless you're just trying to intimidate me!"

"I have permission already, as yer owner, and I'm going to train, not kill, ye. By the time I'm finished ye won't know yer old name, life or anything but me." He grinned and pushed her onto her back with a booted foot. "Also 'irks' and 'wastrel'? Who sends bounty hunters out with thesauruses these days—Or is this yer first and last case?"

Her cheeks turned pink with embarrassment. Was there something wrong with her vocabulary? She was under the impression that everyone spoke that way. Frowning, Leah pushed at his boot, wondering why she cared about talking incorrectly when he just threatened to destroy her.

“It's my first case, and I'm going to find my uncle. That's all the information you're getting from me,” she announced, trying to shove his giant foot off. She thought she was done, but before staying quiet, she had to make one more point. “Nobody ever complained about my vocabulary before. Perhaps you're just poorly educated,” she glanced away and finished by muttering, “you opinionated oaf.”

"That may be true, my callipygian kitten," he agreed amiably, "but I still own ye. Finders keepers and all that." He kept her pinned with his foot as he inspected her body. He bent down and pinched her nipples, pulling them upward to give her large breasts a good shake as she gasped in surprise.

"Ouch, stop!" she complained, squirming beneath him.

He smiled, and caught a handful of her fiery red hair. "I tell ye what, ye can choose here. Which of yer three holes do I fuck first?" His grin stayed friendly but his eyes grew cold above it.

Her face turned almost as red as her hair as she realized the other holes he planned on penetrating. Did people actually do that? Even though the pirate's vicious words sent her heart thundering, she was an intelligent, yet inexperienced young woman, and knew she had no choice in the matter. She'd read the man's file and he'd stop at nothing, apparently leaving no part of her innocence untouched. The savage was more than double her size, and it'd be useless to fight him. She'd never participated in it, but knew how mating worked and decided then and there to make the best of things.

While she was training, her uncle told her about Chert's type. He was the kind of criminal that got pleasure from forcing his will upon innocent people. It was one of the reasons she'd chosen to continue in the family business. It was just too bad that her first face-off with a deviant had gone so wrong.

The appropriate course of action was clear. She had to turn his crude proposition into a consenting experience. That way, he'd get bored and go away, maybe even take her home. After all, she wasn't holding onto her virginity for any particular reason. She just hadn't gotten out on her own in the universe yet.

Still, each time she imagined it happening, it was always with a much smaller gentleman. It might be interesting to see what the big deal was either way, and she read a few books that described orgasms as being quite wonderful. Making the most out of a bad situation, she tried to look at him objectively and decided he was quite handsome, even with the eyepatch.

Wetting her full lips, she tried to appear willing. "I've considered your offer and would like to make love in the normal, appropriate manner—with a climax—if you know how to do that," she said, already feeling a moist heat between her legs.

"I know how, but that's no fun right now. So, do you want me to fuck yer mouth, yer cunt or yer arse?" He leaned down and slapped her face then her breasts, reddening the skin rapidly.

"Stop, darn it! Why are you doing that?" she yelled, pushing at his boot. When that didn't work she brought her hands up to hide her face from him, still leaving her shapely breasts exposed.

"I'm going to fuck ye in every hole in the end but which one do ye want used first?" He laughed and slapped her breasts again.

She gasped at his inappropriate language. Leah had never experienced such terrible treatment in her life and decided things couldn't get any worse. The scoundrel was attempting to demoralize her, and she wasn't going to let him do it–even though her chin did start to quiver a tiny bit. "I choose my–my, um, vagina," she stammered, feeling more embarrassed than ever before. "You're evil, Chert," she added, relieved to have the opportunity to point that out.

"Arse it is," he mocked, absently brushing her struggles aside to roll her over so that her small body was face down on the cold floor. "Now ye know what kind of choice ye really have here!" He knelt astride her thighs and grabbed her slender wrists, pinning them behind her back as he opened his trousers. Chert pulled his thick cock free, hard in readiness for her, and pressed the head against her tight hole. "Either I'll fuck ye dry or with lube. If ye want lube then ye'll beg fer it!" He slowly began to force his shaft into her, feeling it drag on the dry skin.

“Oh! It's never going to fit! Wait! I can offer you payment! I've got money, Chert. I...I'm very wealthy, and I've got money at my estate on my home planet," she admitted. Leah was going to keep that a secret, but felt desperate. "If you stop, I'll pay you...a lot. Maybe we could work out a deal?”

"And what would I buy? I have a fortune already, and all I need is a new pet after you thoughtlessly destroyed my Polly. I will take yer dignity though," he growled as he kept forcing his cock into her.