(While his story is sci-fi in nature, the content of it made it more of a Non-con story... so I posted it here. Two TV shows had a lot of influence on this story; HBO's 'Deadwood' and the TV show 'Firefly'. Enjoy.)
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When the so called natural resources started to run out on Earth some super genius among them came to realize that the moon and the asteroids in the heavens above could provide all humanity could every need.
With just under 25 billion people murdering each other for food and a place to sleep, the idea of endless space with unlimited resources, did for earth what it had done for the English colonies on the east coast of the Americas.
"There's gold in them there asteroids!'
Among other things, much more needed.
I'm told it was hard for the first century, or so. Technology needed to catch up with need for. I hear tell millions may have died. Hard to say, not a lot of graveyards out here. Given how little is grown to eat, having huge unguarded storehouses of vacuum preserved meat wasn't seen as a good idea. They cremate the dead now and use the ashes in the grow houses. Still sounds like you're eating your kin to me.
What ended up happening was the big mining companies would move in and set up around a large asteroid. For a decade or so they would mine it. When they leave for the next rock the site director, company man prick, would get a small chunk of rock that had been a 15-mile wide asteroid. A small metal plate would tell how many tons of whatever they had gotten from it.
But it cost a lot to move the big mining ships from place to place. They need people to find them good rocks to exploit.
Prospectors, in pieced together ships called 'mules', head out into 'the Belts' to search for good ones.
Company man pricks are smart. They pay well. Then they steal it all back with expensive repair shops, cheap liquor, and even cheaper whores.
If it's a small rock sometimes the prospectors will work the claim themselves. If it's big or really rich they'll sell it to one of the companies.
My father and grandfather were both prospectors. They worked the same 'mule' for their whole lives. I never met my grandfather though. He died a shit-broke old man, in the arms of a company whore.
I think Dad said his father was forty when he died. Maybe. We don't keep track of years out here much. That's an Earth thing.
Why the hell should we care how many times the Earth has gone round the sun? Company man pricks keep track of that kind of shit. Makes all their neat piles of paper make sense.
My Dad didn't know what the hell to do with me. What the fuck do you do with a girl of your own blood?
Some people out here fuck them too, but Dad wasn't like that.
He raised me like I was a boy. Hell most of the time I look more like a boy than a girl. I keep my hair as short as I can cut it.
Most of the time I wish I had me a prick. For pissin with. The plumbing connections are easier to use.
Dad died a couple of year's back. I guess. He found a Glint and was murdered for it when he tried to sell it to a 'company man prick'.
Glints are the mother load for us. They're crystallized hydrogen. They found two of them on one rock. They spent five years there tearing the thing apart to try to find a third.
They called the place Glintcity.
Glints only come from one place. A planet like Jupiter has metallic hydrogen at its core. At the core of the core is crystallized hydrogen. The planet has to be blown apart to get to it. Supernova. Only thing that will do it.
Rarer than rare. Hardest thing in the known Verse. Our whole solar system may have enough of them to fill a miner's boot and my Dad found one.
He wouldn't even tell me where he found it. Just took the thing and tried to sell it.
He never came back.
I took the 'mule' and left.
"Ya god damn stupid piece of shit!" I cuss my mule, as it's being stubborn. "Come on the fuck lose already"
I should probably be cussing myself. I don't like to do that though. You get to talking to yourself out here and you'll go loco.
I fucked up coming in to fast to land on this rock. Bent a couple of important things. Not much choice out here. Not like theirs a mechanic with a tow truck. I locked rock and got to work repairing my 'mule' as best I could. Before I got halfway through the repairs though my spit and bailing wire supplies had started to run low. So now I'm rigging shit.
And cussing.
When I saw another ship approaching out the black I headed inside to get my trade goods together.
Didn't care for the fact they didn't radio me, they just came up and locked onto my airlock. When they opened the airlock door the stink of their ship flooded mine.
My nose flaring I looked at the bearded unkempt man standing in his side of the airlock.
Nodding, I put my hand casually on the knife handle at my side.
He saw this and smirked.
"Don't worry lad, I ain't here to rob ya. Was needing some organics, thought I would see if you had any."
"You could have radioed me and found that out." I shift my hand on the knife. I see the blade on his side is worn from use. "Now I have a need for a few things myself so I wouldn't mind a trade, but Mister I don't trust you much."
He nods.
"Fares fare. I can't say I feel like your best friend just now with your hand on that knife. We'll trade and be on our way. Deal?"
He told me what he wanted and I told him what I needed. I closed my side of the airlock till I could get it together He left his side open as a show of faith. Fool thing to do. If I went out of sight and stepped into my vac suit, I could open my outer door then the inner airlock and vent his whole ship's air into space. I'm tempted just to get rid of the smell.
When I open my door again I see the boxes with what I need sitting on the deck. He stands back out the way while I set down his organics. I grab up my boxes, double check them and nod a thanks to him. I close the airlock.
I see his air lock close and I feel the shutter as he undocks.
We traded and he went away.
Or so I thought.
What he did was take his ship around the rock so if I looked out a view port or at a monitor I wouldn't see it. Then him and his friends used suits to walk rock back to my airlock.
I was asleep. Exhausted from days outside trying to make repairs.
My airlock cycles with a beep. If I had been less tired I would have heard it. If my ship hadn't been full of strange smells I might even have smelled them come on board.
A heavy fist to the side of my head both woke me and put me back under.
When I came to next my hands were taped together behind me. I could hear them ransacking my 'mule'. I could see stuff scattered on the floor.
I knew from the smell their ship was docked back again.
I could hear the pumps running! They were taking my fuel!
My ship uses liquid methane harvested from a moon of Saturn for thrust. The engine turns it into a gas and ejects it to make the 'mule' move.
And they were steeling it!
"Hey he's awake."
Looking up I saw the man I had traded with walk in out the hall. He had some of my Dad's old clothes on. He grinned at me.
"Well,well. I bet you're thinking how right you were not to trust me."
He laughed and looked past me.
"Look how scared he is Jack."
I turned my head to see whom he was speaking to and got a shock. The man who had been guarding me, he was one of the black people Dad had told me about. I had never seen one, but Dad said he did once. The man grinned at me his teeth looking startlingly white against his dark skin.
"Yea, he's shaking. Don't worry kid. We just want the fuel and a few other things. We ain't going to kill you."
The bearded one went to my desk and started tearing it apart.
"Don't go making promises Jack." he told the black man. I saw in his hand that he held my knife.
"Not much reason to hurt him, Mike. We can just strand the kid." Jack said looking at the bearded man.
The bearded man 'Mike' looked up from a stack of land claims dating back forty years. He held a small bag with a few valuable stones I've turned up over the years,
"Just don't go making promises is all."
"Jack! Mike!"
I hear feet running in the hall. A small man with the look of the Mar's colony in his face comes into the room.
"Look the hell what I found."
He holds up the urine cup I use.
Only women use the cup.
Mikes bearded face shows first surprise. He takes the cup and smells it. Then an evil grin splits his face.
He crosses to the bunk and grabs my sleep shirt. He easily rips the fabric.
My small breasts are bared to the cool air and I feel my nipples hardening.
I scream when he grabs one and twists the hard nub between his fingers.
"Well, well. Ain't this ship just full of surprises." he lets go of my nipple and grabs my shorts. He calls his friends to help when I start kicking.
Between the three of them I'm easily stripped. Some of my clothes are cut off me with my own knife.
A finger pushing into me brings such pain I scream again. It stops just as quickly.
