Captain Emrah Jackson Ch 16

This ongoing sci-fi series will contain non-consensual elements.

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I awoke from a deep and well needed sleep. The shuttle was drifting alone in space. It was surrounded by the wreckage from the Night Wind. I started to think about my next steps, and began checking the supplies I had.

There was a small container that had emergency supplies. A little food and water, and some other survival equipment. Happily I found something to wear. It was a body glove that covered my entire body. The thin, but warm material clung tightly around my curves.

As I ate a quick meal form the meager supplies, I checked the star charts. I was in deep space, and with the shuttle's puny engines it was going to take a while for me to get anywhere. I had to decide my destination first. There were only two options, go back and check with Hella, to see if I could reconnect with Dex, or go straight to Hogarth, and try to get the brain scans. They were in opposite directions. After a bit of soul-searching, I decided it was going to be Hogarth. Dex could help, but I always seemed to put people in danger. In fact I blamed myself for what had happened to Delphine and Juno. If we hadn't gone to the breeder farm they would still be alive.

I knew the location of Hogarth, but the shuttle wouldn't make it without needing to be refueled. I didn't think I even had the food to make such a long journey. There were a few civilized planets on the way, I just had to hope that they were friendly, and I could somehow barter for supplies.

I set the course on the auto pilot, and began to organize my things. Physically I was fine but my mind needed a rest, and time to come to terms with all that had happened. Everything had gone so fast, from my ordeal at the breeder farm, and then having to watch my friends die. I hadn't had time to rest, and the toll it took on me was almost too much. I was glad I got to see Delphine one last time, which was more than I could say for Juno. The upcoming solitude was going to be a time for me to reflect and recharge.

Seven days passed with my only company being the hum of the engines. The food ran out a day later. Thankfully there was a water recycling system, so I wouldn't go without fluids.

I slept mostly through my bouts of hunger, and I drank as much as possible. My body was getting weaker though, and it wasn't long before I started to drift in and out of consciousness. If only I had resupplied from the bulk carrier, I thought to myself.

It had been almost a week without food when finally the scanner started to beep rapidly. I had reached my destination. It was a large barren planet, and still far out from any heavy populated systems. I hoped it was a crewed outpost.

As the auto pilot brought the shuttle into the atmosphere, I had to hope I ran into someone merciful. If they were pirates, I would be easy pickings, and I felt dread at that thought.

The small ship landed with a whoosh. From the cockpit, it looked like a mining complex.

I stepped out into the night air. My legs felt like jelly, but I was glad to be breathing air that wasn't heavily recycled. A strange man approached, he looked confused, but then smiled. He was wearing dirty overalls and his face was covered in grime. As I was about to explain my plight, a wave of dizziness hit me, and I collapsed into his arms.

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The taste of water on my lips brought me around.

"You're awake," a voice said.

It took me a few seconds to get a bearing on my surroundings. I was in a dirty run down office. There was a portly man in front of me with a paper cup. He looked to be in his fifties, and he was wearing a shabby shirt and tie. There was a few day's growth of stubble on his jowly chin too. The type of man that had spent all his life behind a desk.

"Where am I?" I asked.

He told me I was at a mining station, and that I had given everyone quite the shock, as it was unusual to get visitors out this far. I explained that my ship had been attacked by pirates, and I was the only survivor.

"We have a medic, I think he should check you out," he said, and perched on the desk next to me.

I shook my head, and told him I hadn't eaten in a week. He lent over the desk, and took out a couple of chocolate bars from the draw.

"You are very thin," he said, as I devoured them. It was true, the body glove I was wearing was skin tight, and I looked like I had lost a lot of weight.

"I'd offer you something fresh, but those supplies ran out months ago." He talked quickly and nervously.

I asked him about the operation here, and he told me they were mining for copper, and that it was a slave workforce. Most of the facility was underground. He kept to the surface, and processed departing ore shipments. I remembered Orton's factory, and how that workforce had been freed by Delphine.

"Sorry, where are my manners, I haven't even asked your name, we don't get many women visitors," he said. I told him I was named Cara, and he said his name was Erdman

"I need to be resupplied, fueled and food if that's okay," I asked, with a weak smile.

He nodded. "We can sort that out, the rations aren't great, but they will keep you going." He picked up a comms device off his desk, and ordered someone to sort it out. "We will have you ready to go in no time," he said. Then suggested that if I wanted, I could stay a few days to regain some strength. I politely declined, saying I needed to get back to my home planet as soon as possible. I could see the disappointment in his eyes, even if my company would have only been platonic, I'm sure it would have given him a pleasant break from his work.

"At least take a shower," he suggested, and pointed off to a tiny room on the far wall. Looking at the sweat stains under his armpits, I couldn't imagine it got much use.

"I'd like to get going as soon as possible," I repeated, with a smile.

"What am I thinking," he said, placing his hand on his brow. "We have to fill out a report, especially if it's about pirate activity. Company policy."

As he searched a filling cabinet, I got my story straight in my head. I shouldn't be worried, I knew that I wasn't on the slave registry. As far as anyone was concerned I was a free citizen that had broken no laws. He returned and perched himself back on the desk.

"Just standard stuff," he said, and I smiled back confidently. "The name of your ship?"

I made up a name, but then he asked for the registration number.

"I don't know," I said, weakly.

"You were part of the crew though?" he asked, with a furrowed brow. I nodded, telling him I had been a maid, and only just started with them.

"It was my first trip out on that ship."

He started to ask about the size of the crew, and the name of the captain, to which I gave fabricated answers.

"What was your flight plan?"

I just shrugged, and told him again that I had been a maid.

"I meant, your origin, and destination," he said.

That question flustered me. I had no real knowledge of any surrounding systems. It had been a few weeks since I had looked at the charts on the shuttle, and my mind was blank. How could I claim to not know where I had come from. Quickly, I told him it was the system Orton was from. He nodded and wrote that down. Then I gave him a phony name for the destination.

"Never heard of it," he said, looking up at me.

I felt a twinge of panic, and blurted out that it was a minor system deep within UEN space. He didn't look convinced, but wrote the answer down anyway.

"My head is spinning," I said. "Maybe I will take that shower after all."

He apologized about the stressful questions, and seemed glad I was taking up his offer.

"Leave your outfit outside the door, and I will have it laundered." I declined at first, but he persisted, so I agreed.

There wasn't a lock on the door unsurprisingly, but I was confident he wouldn't barge in. The room had a toilet, sink and a dirty mirror on the wall. There was a small shower cubical, with a frosted glass screen. I looked at my reflection and got a shock, my eyes were sunken, and had heavy bags underneath. My hair was a mess too. I examined the rest of my body, and saw that I still had the bruise on my hip from my fall at the breeder farm. The lack of food had taken a heavy toll, and I could see the outline of my ribs

The shower was hot and satisfying. The soap on the other hand was coarse and unfragranced, still it was good to get clean after so long. I felt very refreshed after it. There was only one towel, which I wrapped around my body. It barely came down over my ass. I regretted giving him my clothes now.

Erdman wasn't there when I got back into the office. Must still be washing my clothes, I thought. I went over to his desk and looked at the report he had been filling out. Only half the questions had been answered, but it was good to see the rest. They didn't look too hard to answer. It wouldn't be long before I was on my way.

There wasn't much else I could do, but sit back down on the chair, and wait for him.

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Erdman returned with my body glove in one hand and a silver box in the other. He smiled at me as he returned. I could see that he was trying to avoid looking at my body. It was sort of sweet in a way.

"I'm ready for the rest of the questions," I said, a bit more brightly now.

He smiled and took a seat in front of his computer. With some care he placed the silver box down on his desk. I wasn't sure what it was, and could only guess it was something to do with his job.

"The rest of them aren't important really, it's your flight plan that I need to the most. The company needs to know where the pirates opperate, so we can avoid them."

I nodded. "I'm glad I could help."

After switching on his computer, he took a wire from it and plugged it into the little box. "I took the flight computer from your shuttle, I know it's been tough for you to remember everything, so thought this would be easier."

A cold shiver went through my body. All the information I had given him wouldn't tally with what was on there. As he fumbled with the cable, my mind raced for a way out. Should I just run, or try to claim ignorance? I didn't know where the shuttle was. I hadn't done anything wrong, but I hadn't been honest either.

"Please don't." It was the only thing I could think of saying, he had been kind so far, and I hoped he would continue to be so.

He turned in his chair. "What do you mean?"

I had no answer, and just searched his eyes for some pity. He inched his chair closer to me.

"You weren't being truthful with me before, were you?" he asked, quietly.

I shook my head sheepishly.

"I've been as helpful as possible, so will you tell me the truth?"

"I can't," I said, "can you just let me leave?"

He looked at me for a few moments, weighing up the decision. "I knew something was fishy, a good looking girl like you. A lot of vague answers, a story about pirates. You're an escaped slave, aren't you?"

"No," I said, vehemently.

"I don't care what trouble you are in, but if I'm caught helping out a fugitive, I could lose my job and worse."

I thought about telling him the truth, but telling him about Red Moon didn't seem like the wisest option.

"You could tell them that you helped me, but then I slipped away without you noticing, before you could ask questions." I spoke quietly.

He scratched his head. "I want to, but I don't know what I would even say."

I believed that he did want to help me, and knew that he just needed some encouragement.

"You could say you were taking a shower." I suggested.

He snorted and shook his said, saying it sounded ridiculous. The conflict about doing the right thing was written all over his face. I just had to push it to my advantage.

"I will turn the water on," I said, and walked over to the door of the shower room. "If you want to alert your security, you can, or you can come and have a shower." As my words registered in his head, I let the towel slip from my body, giving him a glimpse of my intentions.

I switched on the water nervously, as I had no idea if he would take up my offer or not. My question was answered quickly, as I heard enter behind me. As I heard him undress I picked up the soap and began to work it up into a lather on my skin. This was not the scenario I had imagined when I arrived here. He didn't speak as he joined me, and then I felt his hands on my hips. I suppressed my emotions as his pudgy hands started to caress my curves. His touch was nervous and unconfident, a far cry from what I was used to.

"I could lose my job," he said, absently.

I just wanted to get this over and done with as quickly as possible, so I took his hands and pulled them onto my soapy breasts. His body was now pressed into mine, and I felt his large stomach against my back. His chubby hands that began so passively, now found their confidence, as he squeezed and fondled my tits. I heard him moan slightly.

The cubicle was small, and only just contained us, but the water was still hot, which made it more comfortable. His hands began roaming now, and I turned to face him. His hair was wet now and clung tightly to his scalp, and there was a mixture of joy and anticipation on his face. Without warning, he lunged forward to kiss me, but I turned my cheek to him. "No kissing," I whispered.

"Sorry," he mumbled, and pressed his mouth to my neck. He kissed it sloppily as the water rained over us. My hands glided up and down his hairy back. I Wanted him to have fun, but not draw it out. A quick blowjob, then I would go. Then he buried his face between my tits, and I felt his stubble tickling my skin. I made pleasing noises, but they were false and exaggerated.

Erdman found my nipple and sucked it into his mouth, When he gently nibbled it, I gasped for real. I didn't want him anywhere near my pussy, but a wet warm hand found its way there. Taking me by surprise. It was too tight in the cubicle to manoeuvre my way out of his grasp. My back was pressed up against the tiled wall now, and it felt cold in contrast to the hot water.

His hand kneaded my pussy, and my body couldn't help but respond. A combination of the warm water and my growing emotion allowed him to slide two fingers into me. I whimpered and felt my hips rocking back and forth. His fingering continued eliciting more moans, and his mouth began its assault on my other nipple. Both of them were rock hard and my heart pounded in my chest.

He took a break from my breasts and watched me for a few moments. His fingers doing the only work needed. My breathing was heavy and strained, causing my chest to heave. There was a look of deep satisfaction on his face as he observed how his hand was having such an effect on me. All of his uncertainty was completely gone now. Confidence danced in his eyes as he made me moan with his finger fucking. Years of a boring office job were finally paying off for him, as he took a beautiful younger women to the edges of ecstasy in a dirty shower at the far end of space.

A fat thumb pressed against my clit, and I closed my eyes, as I felt my body tremble. My weakened state had made my body extremely sensitive, and Erdman was reaping those benefits. Gone were the thoughts of a quick blowjob, I didn't want the pleasure to end.

"Fuck me," I groaned. He needed no more encouragement, and even though our enclosed space made it somewhat awkward, he managed to pick up my legs, and wrap them around him. My reduced weight obviously helped. I didn't even register the change between his fingers and his cock as he pressed me against the wall.

He held my hips and began fucking me gently against the wall. There was no rush or roughness in his action, just slow methodical thrusts that were driving me ever closer to the point of total surrender. All my pent up emotions began leaking out of me and I couldn't stop myself any longer.

"Harder," I whispered. His pace increased, and the sound of my buttocks slapping against the tiles filled the small space. There were grunts from him now, and I heard his heavy breathing. How he could keep going without cuming was beyond me, but I was close, and desperately wanted him to make me orgasm.

Suddenly it stopped, and my eyes opened due to the pain of denial. His face was contorted, and I knew he was holding himself back from his own release. We just stared at each other in silence and frustration. Finally, his face softened, and he began to slowly fuck me again. I couldn't help myself, and kissed him. He sighed as I slipped my tongue into his mouth, tasking a mixture of cigarettes and coffee. As he kissed back, I felt his stubble rubbing against my lips, but I didn't care. I sucked his lips, and then his tongue, our mouths locked and sucked in unison.

My orgasm hit me hard, and my entrie body shook with the power of it. My body writhed and my back arched, he had great trouble holding me, but the wall I was against helped. Each thrust after that made it so much better, and I cried out with each new feeling. He stiffened, and groaned as his release came not long after. I kissed him some more, not wanting to let the feeling go. It was a lot more tender than before.

He let me down, and I wrapped my arms around him, our mouths pressed together. I was lost in a sea of pleasure. I sensed his reluctance to end things, but he did, and whispered that maybe it was time for me to go. His words brought me to my senses, and I knew he was right.

I kissed him one last time on the cheek, and whispered a thank you to him. As I got out of the shower he gave me some quick directions to my shuttle. I wasted no time in putting my body glove back on, and grabbed the small silver box. I didn't see him again as I hurried out of the office.

The night air chilled me as I jogged to my shuttle. The man who I had originally met gave me a wave as I closed the hatch. It wasn't long before I was back in space on my way to my final destination.

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Erdman had been true to his word, and the shuttle was packed with basic ration packs, and the fuel tanks had been topped up. I had learned two valuable lessons from him too. The first was that using my body to get what I wanted wasn't the worst thing in the world, and the second was that I needed to get my story straight. The original plan of getting Hogarth to give up my brain scans using force was long gone. There was no Delphine or Juno to aid me, and even if I somehow managed to capture him, I don't think I had to stomach to torture the information out of him. As with Erdman I would have to fabricate a story.

As the shuttle streaked through space to my destination, I spent the time studying star charts, getting all the information I needed for a convincing story. I also took the precaution of ejecting the silver flight recorder into the void.

The rations were basic, but I ate them with a lot of satisfaction. I was still painfully thin, and I could feel aches in my joints. I couldn't come up with a scenario that would see me easily getting what I wanted. I would just have to think on the fly, and try to spot an opportunity As far as Hogarth knew, I was just an escaped slave. I had to convince him, it wasn't by choice, and that I wished to return to my old life. It was a risk, as he could just send me straight back to whatever old life still remained. Or he could give me another mind wipe, which would be worse than death. I had to hope that my current medical state would see me staying for some time at his medical facility. It was important to use that time wisely.

After a few days I finally arrived. He lived on a small airless moon His facility was a modest size, and quite remote. Before I got close I got a message on the comms asking me to identify myself. I answered and stated that my name was Cara. There was a moment of silence, then an order that I should land immediately.