The freezing void of space stretched for eternity in all directions about the
Drake
, my craft. The lights of our galaxy hung suspended in that void, clustered in the center. There, the heirs of the once- mighty Empire of Jupiter, who now styled themselves the Dominion of Juno, still clung to the remnants of their former glory. The lights became more distant from each other further from the Galactic core. There, the political sway of the Dominion dwindled before finally reaching its limit about halfway to the galactic edge. The Rim is a place where men can be free... and where women cannot.
Suddenly a light cut across that endless black. This light was much smaller, faster, and closer than the other lights that make up our universe. Our prey had arrived right on schedule.
"Hit it," I commanded, as the prey entered our threat range. The small craft had not noticed our ship, sheltered as it was in the shadow of an asteroid. There was a time when no Junoan ship would have ever fallen for such a simple trap. They had grown unwary over the past decade. After all, the age of Piracy was over.
Or so they believed.
"Yeeeehaaww!" shouted Edd, my chief helmsman, as he gunned our ship right alongside our prey. "Damn if it aint good to be back in the saddle!" The pilot of the small craft pulled to starboard, trying to escape, but Edd kept us right along side. She was trapped.
"Shot across the bow," I ordered. My gunner, Mard, already had the shot lined up.
"You got it, Cap," he said. The brilliant blue arc of a particle lance shot from one of our starboard batteries, blinking across space like a flash of lightning and passing within six inches of the prey vessel's bow. Mard is a new kid, not from the old days, but Jupiter blast me does he know his stuff.
Our prey gave up, matching our velocity and powering down it's engines.
My men boarded the craft in force. I didn't anticipate any trouble. If my intelligence was correct, there would only be a single armed guard. There was no harm in caution, however.
As it turned out, the tip I had received had been correct. My men led the prisoners onto the bridge. There were three, all women. The most prominent was a twenty something redhead of medium height and massive bust. Her only-slightly plump waist and fat ass completed her eminently fuckable figure. She carried herself with admirable poise considering her situation, looking more outraged than afraid, nose way up in the air. Then again, she probably wasn't aware that her captors were pirates and slavers.
" I am Ciara Aibrienne McCormick, Imperial Archaeologist and eldest daughter of Brona McCormick, Governess of the planet of Eire IV. I
demand
to speak with whoever is in charge here.
Now.
". Her enormous breasts wobbled and heaved within the tight, low cut confines of her blouse. Praises be to whatever god or demon that caused corsets to come back into fashion in the Dominion.
Another girl was hiding shyly behind Ciara, casting nervous glances at the men leering at her and her sister. This was Aileen McCormick, Ciara's younger sister. Aileen was a barely legal bundle of sweet feminine innocence. Big naive green eyes stared fearfully from her freckled face as she tried to look in every direction at once. She clung fiercely to her elder sister, pressing her budding breasts, already more than a handful, against the older woman's arm.
Rounding out the trio was the guard. For a woman, she was both tall and strong, and she carried herself like she knew how to fight. Doubtless the emasculated men of the Dominion of Juno were no match for her, but now she was up against men from the Rim, hard, strong men who don't put up with uppity females. Her short, dark hair and skin indicated a percentage of African ancestry. Her body was nothing special in the curves department, but at least she was physically fit. I'd give her a 6 out of 10, though I'd have raised her score to seven if she grew out her hair and put on a dress instead of that boring guard uniform. The guard was the only one of the three whose hands were bound, and she struggled constantly against her restraint, glaring murderously at my men.
Sitting upon my command throne I faced my three captives. As usual, I was clad only in a loincloth. My hair, tied up into a captain's topknot, was the only badge of rank I needed, and I felt no desire to hide my muscular, scarred body. "Welcome to the Drake my ladies," I said in response to Ciara's challenge " I am Daman Laman Menaleus, pirate captain."
The name produced the expected effect in the busty redhead. Her mouth fell open in disbelief, and then her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "That's impossible. Daman the Dominator is dead."
"And yet, here I am," I chuckled.
"I see," said Ciara. "You are some copycat wannabe pirate attempting to revive the Dominator's name. Very well. My mother will pay handsomely for our release, as long as we are not harmed in any way, neither me, nor my sister, nor Lucretia.".
Lucretia was the name of the guard apparently.
I laughed. "And I thought I was infamous. Listen well, oh daughter of the Governess of Eire. I am, as I said, Daman Menelaus. I follow no law but the code of the Pirates of the Rim. For glory and profit, I prey upon the women of Juno. No bargains will I make with my prey. Furthermore, my crew and I are all healthy men with great appetites, and you and your companions are entirely within our power. No power in the universe could protect you from, ah, harm, as you so delicately put it."
Ciara flushed angrily. "You wicked scoundrel! You claim to follow the pirates code yet you take unarmed women prisoner?"
I waved a hand dismissively. "A common misconception," I replied. "The code sanctions the taking of any Juno woman under arms, employed directly by the Dominion government, or protected by professional guards. Your sister and guard each fulfill one of those conditions, and you fulfill two of them. Therefore, In accordance with the code of piracy I hereby take you, your sister, and your guard as my slaves, to be sold in the Rim for my personal enrichment. In the meantime, you all belong to me, and I can think of only one good way to put you to use." I addressed my men. "Take the two ladies to my quarters. Their guard is to be shared among the crew."
The men grumbled, thinking I was hogging the two hottest bitches for myself. Well, I was. But after stage two of our plan was complete there would be plenty of pussy to go around, and they knew that.
I gave the last few orders necessary to Edd to move us into position for stage two. He was to take us toward the rim at 70 percent burn, hopefully fast enough to convince the Dominion that we were fleeing at top speed- fleeing with Governess McCormick's two daughters aboard. Out into the cruel Rim where all women are slaves. The Dominion Navy was sure to respond.
