Bright light flared outside of her eyelids and a painful drumming was going on inside her head. She slowly opened her eyes, squinting against the pain. Low lights were overhead and her eyes closed against even that brightness. The pain subsided slowly, but it did subside.
Opening her eyes again, she looked around. She noticed that she had no clothing on, and then remembered what had happened to her. But how did she get here, and where in the hell was here? Slowly, she checked her surroundings.
The bunk she was laying in was firm and covered in dark red sheets. The room was a soft red color, easy on the eyes. Against the far bulkhead was a door. A control panel, blinking a blue light, was mounted on the wall beside it. As she watched, the light changed to green and the door irised open.
A large figure stood in the doorway, backlit by the hall's lights. She squinted at the outline, her hand raised in front of her face. The sheet had fallen from her as she slid up and backwards into a sitting position. The sheet slid down off her body, pooling around her lower thighs. She didn't even notice how exposed she had become.
The figure walked in and the door irised closed behind him. Her eyes blinked rapidly with the change of lighting. As he got closer, she could finally make him out.
He was over six foot, broad in the shoulders and wearing body armor over what looked like a skinsuit. His armor was a deep crimson color with splashes of gold on the shoulders and arms. What appeared to be a snarling lion was emblazoned on his left chest. She wasn't able to tell, what with the armor, but he appeared to be fairly well built.
As he stopped at the edge of her bed, she realized how exposed she was. She lowered her hands down to raise the sheet. When she saw his half-smile, she stopped. "I'll be damned, if I'm going to let some grunt make me ashamed of myself!" she thought.
Looking up into his face, she realized that it was a nice smile and it was reflected in his sparkling hazel eyes. A small beard framed his weathered face. Weathered face? If they were dirt side, she could understand that, but since they were in space, what the hell? It seemed liked the questions were just piling up!
Her eyes locked on his and she felt an electric chill run down her spine. Her nipples rose with the jolt. His smile grew even wider. She felt herself growing wet just from his smile. Her pussy fluttered, letting her know how long she had been without a man, and here was a Man!
"What the hell are you smiling about?" she barked as he moved right up to the bed. This close, she could see that it was a lion on his armor. She couldn't recognize the other designs, but she had an idea of where he might have come from.
After spending eight years on deep space recons, she had plenty of time to study up on different worlds and their cultures. The info came flooding back to her now. Gryphon. A type-3 system. Only one inhabited world. It was a nice world, but its gravity was about twice as heavy as Earths. Its colonists had finally evolved to the gravity and the world had flourished. She remembered how two other star systems had joined together to try to pluck this jewel from its people. After five years, they finally gave up. Their losses had been atrocious. Their star fleet was decimated and they would never pose a threat to anyone else again.
Out of this war, the people of Gryphon had realized that they were extremely good at something. War. So they changed their whole culture around to fit this new philosophy. They produced the best weapons, starships and mercenaries that money could buy. Their services were highly sought after and they didn't come cheap.
The red armor with the lion was what had brought it together for her. She had read that all Gryphonites, when out on contract, used the red armor with gold piping. But even if she was right, what was he doing here, and why was she here too?
He leaned down, placing his arms on either side of her. A soft spice scent filled her nostrils as he leaned down close, and place his mouth next to her ear. His scent was intoxicating and she could feel herself growing wetter.
"Listen closely and don't speak," his voice was soft and deep. "I only have a moment. Just do what ever I tell you to. Don't question it, don't hesitate. Some truly nasty people have picked you up. I've only recently found out how bad they are. They'll be here in a minute. When they get here, they will order me to find out who you are and to make you pay for intruding into their star system. I will try to get you out of here, but I have to find a way. So please, trust me. What's your name?"
After saying this, he straightened up and stepped back. She had a look of puzzlement on her face and she felt dread at his words, but she answered him.
"Maria St. Dominique, Scout for Her Majesty's Survey Service."
She pulled the sheet up to cover her nudity. Her hard nipples made dents through the sheet. He saw this and smiled again. Her temper flared at his smile. She was about to snap at him, but held her tongue.
He had barely stood back when the door irised open. A man and a woman entered. Their uniforms were black with gold striping. Both wore side arms with the flaps of the holsters open. The man was of medium height and his gray hair was cropped close to his head. A hard look was on his face. The woman was a little taller than he was. Her blonde hair was clipped short and her blue eyes were like chips of ice set in a frozen grimace.
The man spoke first.
"Has the bitch said anything yet?" His voice was hard like gravel and made her feel like nails had just been run down a chalkboard.
"Just her name, Commander." The merc said while still looking in her eyes. She noticed that his hazel eyes had gone hard and menacing.
She bristled and snapped at the older man. "What the fuck should I say? Who the hell are you?"
The Commander bristled and stepped back. Like a flash, the woman with him stepped in, backhanding Dominique. Dominique's head flew back and she could taste blood on her tongue. The sheet flew off of her, revealing everything.
"Speak when you are spoken to bitch!" she snarled. Her voice was as cold as her eyes. As she snapped at Dominique, her gaze traveled up and down the scout's frame. Dominique did not like the look in her eyes. The woman's tongue licked across her lips. She reached out and grabbed Dominique’s nipples, pulling hard and twisting them.
