"Get up, kid! Captain wants to see you," a man with a bandana says to me, pulling the barred door of my cell open.
I sighed. I'd been in there for a couple hours now, and I was coming to terms with the simple truth of the matter: this whole situation was my own damn fault.
Sure, the pirates had attacked my ship in the middle of deep space, and I can blame them for that. But I was the one that needed to be defiant, to try to fight back and opened fire on them. They'd be non-violent, I struck first. It shouldn't have been a surprised that the pirate ship had far more firepower than my former freighter. That they'd destroy the whole damn ship out of self-preservation. I could've gotten out of the ordeal with an empty cargo hold but a pristine ship, but no, I had to be stupid...
...and that's why a pirate is dragging me out of a cell by the arm.
"With your looks, maybe the captain'll spare you," he suggests as he brings me down a corridor. I shudder. I've got a pretty good impression of what space pirates are like, and the implication leaves me disgusted.
Soon we reach a door, and my warden bangs on it loudly, announcing our presence. A woman's voice replies, "Bring her in!"
The door opens, and I'm thrown inside before it slams behind me. It's a cabin, not much bigger than the one I have on my-- had, on my freighter. At one end is a bed with strewn sheets, and the other, a wooden desk, with an occupied chair on wheels sitting in front of it. The room is an absolute mess, various items littering the walls, the desk, clothes piled on the bed and hanging from the ceiling. But what gets me is the size. It doesn't seem big enough, at all, for this to be the cabin of the pirate captain.
The chair spins around, and the woman stands up, walking up to me. She's tall, dark skinned, has small curly hair, a scar on her cheek, the nicest breasts I've seen in a long time and a neckline that leaves little to the imagination, a colourful cloth wrapped around her arm, and most of all, an incredibly tense, powerful stare.
I just stand there uncomfortably, as she walks around me, seemingly sizing me up. She stops in front of me, and with calloused but slender fingers, she grabs me strongly by the chin.
"So," she says, "you're the bitch who shot up my ship, are you?"
I hesitate to respond, and I'm scared to provoke her any further, so I just nod a little bit. I'm sure I look terrified.
"Well... what to do with you?" she thinks aloud, tilting my head, as if she's examining me. "Go, have a seat."
She lets go of my chin and moves, pushing me forward, and I sit down on her chair. She towers over me, and I stare upwards, wondering what I could possibly do, intimidated to no end... and yet despite that, despite the fact that she could and probably will kill me right here and now, I can't stop my eyes from wandering. Her breasts hang at nearly eye level, and I can't help myself. She notices.
"Eyes up here," she demands, grabbing me by the hair and tilting my head upwards, forcing me to meet her cold glare. "Now, the way I see it, the only reason you're still alive right now is thanks to me. I hope you're not ingrateful to that."
"N-n-n-no," I stammer, "of course not!"
She grins, leaning in so her face is just an inch away from mine. She just stares at me, leaving her scent as she breathes calmly. Then she demands, suddenly, "How about you show your gratitude with a kiss?"
I'm completely taken aback the question, and I must just stare in puzzlement for a good few seconds, because she pulls on my hair stronger. "Well?" she asks.
I find that I'm in no position to argue, and even if I was, staring at those full lips... why would I want to? I feel myself becoming a little flustered and more than a little hot, as I lean forward and gently kiss her on the mouth, as much as I dare.
After another couple seconds, she yanks my head back.
"That's all? I would think you'd be more grateful than that," she says sternly, her voice loaded with disappointment. Then she pulls my head close again, leaving her demand implicit.
I comply; I kiss her again, and again, and again, letting my tongue into her as she parts her lips just enough. I shiver, feeling myself becoming hotter as I delve into her warm mouth, as she holds me, forcing me to continue this amazing kiss. At least I'll die happy, I think, just as she finally breaks it off.
"That's much more like it," she says, letting go of my hair and moving back. I shudder, my body wishing it hadn't ended.
"So," my captor continues, "it seems that we have a problem. Since...," she pauses, stroking my cheek and making me shiver more, as she draws out her words. "...you owe me your life, wouldn't you say?"
I nod, and I suppose it's true; but right now, I feel like I couldn't possibly say no to any of her questions anyway, I'm now in control by higher forces than logic.
"I...," I stammer uncertainly, "I'm indebted to you."
"Yes," she says, "you are, and that's the problem. I don't like having people owing me. But... perhaps there's a way to make this right."
"H-how?"
She raises my chin with her finger, and grins again. "You could give me what you owe me, and we'll call it even. I could use a pet, you'd absolve your debt; we both win."
I stare into her eyes, and I find myself nodding. At this point, I don't have a single thing to lose, and besides, how could I say no to her?
"Okay," I say with a gulp.
"Of course," she responds, putting her other hand on my burning lap, "that's only if I decide to let you."
I shiver at the touch, wanting my amazing, beautiful captor to do more, ready to say anything. "Will you...?"
She takes several steps back, and it feels like the tension will kill me. She points to the ground in front of her, and says, "On your knees. Ask nicely and I might."
My eyes follow her, and I nod, hesitating for a second-- but only for a second-- before getting off the chair, and kneeling in front of her, staring right up at her, longing for more of her touch.
"Can...," I start, stumbling for the words to the most awkward request of my life, "Can I be your pet?"
She slips down her pants just to her thighs, and her panties just as low, exposing herself to me, and walking forward until she's right in my face.
"Only if you can prove you're worthy," she says, grabbing me by the hair again, pulling me in tightly.
I know what she wants, and I instantly try to give it to her, kissing her below with even more passion than I did above. I press my lips firmly against her, delve into her own warm, moist self, and place soft, teasing kisses on her clit. Her scent overwhelms me as I struggle to please her, fueled by my own frustration and longing, and I find myself shivering with delight when I hear her make pleasured murmurs.
Soon, the murmurs turn to moans, and she holds me against her even more firmly, her hips buckling against my face as I strive to prove myself to her. I pray that I'm good enough, that I don't screw this moment up. She lets out a loud moan, and warm waves of her come rush into my mouth and down my lips, my captor holding me tightly against her until her climax has finished. Only then does she ease her grip, pulling my head backwards, staring down at my wet face. I stare back up, uncertainly.
She smiles.
"Mmmm... very good," she says. "Now... I think... you had something you wanted to ask?"
I stare up at her, my body shuddering, longing even more for her approval.
"I beg you...," I start to ask, bowing my head low. "Will you please allow me be your pet?"
My heart pounds in my chest, as she says nothing, murmuring to herself as if in thought, walking in circles around me. Finally, she stops in front of me, and raises me by the chin until I'm kneeling tall, and she crouches down to be on the same level.
"You'd really like to, wouldn't you?" she asks me, and I don't pause for a second before nodding. "Okay. You belong to me now, girl. Now... wipe your lips and show me your gratitude."
I do, and as I lean in, I wish that this kiss could never end.