Futanari Freighter Pt 07

Futanari Freighter - Part 7

The stay at Gonzales Station was proving to be longer than anticipated. It seemed

The Tangerine

was riddled with faults, many of an inexpiable nature, yet no new faults had occurred since the ship had docked with the station.

While the crew was enjoying the stay as much as possible - indeed, there had been an incident where several of the crew were caught by station personnel fornicating with local Zamaar

and

human personnel in places that weren't ostensibly private but didn't get much traffic. A storage room, plenty of space for what they were doing, but not a place to be doing it.

They were reprimanded, and told to go to actual private facilities for that sort of thing.

Of which Gonzales Station had a few, thanks to the Zamaar, and humans being horny bastards themselves.

Including one called the 'Gloomgeon'. A play on 'Gloomy Dungeon', or rather, an exceptionally crude translation of the Zamaaran word for the little private establishment.

A BDSM dungeon.

Even Zamaar craved more devious kinks other than casual sex.

And Carla was offered to go by G'yuun.

"Come on, it'll be fun~ Getting tied up and teased... it's a hell of a thing~"

Carla politely declined.

"Eh, thank you, but it's not my scene," she had told G'yuun.

G'yuun was, at least, respectful about it, didn't try and push Carla to go.

Now, truthfully, Carla was a

little

interested in it. The idea of bondage, submitting wholly to someone. But as much as had embraced her casually promiscuous side, part of her had a few trust issues with the idea.

Maybe if it was one of the crew, but a stranger? It made her uncomfortable.

No, she was happy to broach that topic with one of her colleagues... in due time at least.

In the meantime, she'd been spending time with Tana, getting to know them better, understanding more of their culture.

Tana apparently felt a sense of relief after mending things between themself and Carla. Moreso when Carla told them she wasn't bothered by her Clan's past. That it didn't reflect on Tana.

And more when Carla talked about humanity's own martial history, good and bad. How even now it had a prominent military, so it wasn't that big of a thing for her. Especially since they'd long gotten past the point of trying to kill each other all the time.

She even had a bit of personal history to talk about, telling Tana how her great grandfather was part of one of the Jovian Expeditionary Forces sent to deter growing instability, the result of piratical militants trying to carve out their own little domain among the Jupiter and Saturn moons, at the cost of the people that lived and worked in that space.

And how he participated in Operation: MONEYLENDER, one of the last major military operations in human history, the military effort to crush a corporation that had all but seized control in the region they operated in, well beyond legal or ethical limits.

He survived that conflict, and it was the nail in the coffin for many ongoing efforts by corporations to consolidate more power for themselves among the stars. The Government had a spine, for once, and was cracking down on corporate greed.

They were businesses, not political entities. And ever since the treaties and interactions with other races, it stayed that way.

But for the human military, it remained a lasting point of pride, a show that they were for the people and not the interests of those in the halls of power.

Tana seemed to like that.

"I really wish I could've joined," they remarked.

"Maybe you will. Perhaps you can try and find a way, an exception or something," Carla suggested.

Tana smiled tiredly at that.

"Thank you, but I don't think our system will allow it... but I appreciate the optimism."

Carla was happy to see Tana loosening up. There was still some friction with the crew, but Heyto and Captain J'mai were persistent in dealing with it.

Tana was one of the crew, and that wasn't changing any time soon.

All the same, people were still... unsure. Not about Tana, but the circumstances. The spectre of sabotage continued to loom. And now there were rumours the Station personnel working on the ship were starting to believe the theory, because they were finding faults that made no sense.

Carla didn't know what to believe, but if it was sabotage... why? Why would anyone want to sabotage a freighter? And in such an unusual way... it didn't make sense.

Maybe the answers would come one day... but not any time soon. Carla had to content herself with that.

It was a nice outing aboard the station, Carla with a few of her Zamaar friends, along with some of the local Zamaar that the crew had befriended.

Korr, a rather curvaceous specimen of their race, their pinkish skin quite glossy, their quills woven with metallic threads in a very precise way, a web of geometric shapes spanning between each spine on their head.

Their eyes were quite dark, so Carla couldn't quite tell what colour they were. She thought they may have been a deep, navy blue.

"So, tell me Korr, what do you do?" Utan asked, out with the group in the station's food court, all of them enjoying fine meals of synthetic fast food.

Korr wiped down their mouth with an almost dainty motion, having just finished off a hot dog.

"I work in Sysadmin. I keep the system responsible for organising and directing all of the communications traffic from breaking down. It's a bit of a jumble of code, I'm apparently one of the few people who seem able to parse whatever madman or woman or whatever wrote it whenever it was written. It really is a travesty, but alas, I can't do anything about it without the entire intranet stalling. Really, it's one of the worst things about this station, all of the systems were coded by morons."

G'yuun offered a small groan of sympathy.

"Oh, I do not envy your position. I wouldn't call myself an expert, but I've had to whip up a few code fixes a few times on previous assignments. You'd think the AI systems would be able to do it, but sometimes they make things more annoying."

Carla didn't have any input, she didn't do much programming. Her expertise was on how space worked. That was all math.

"Okay, but what else is it you do?" Utan asked again.

G'yuun offered a small little grin, but said nothing. Korr presented a more devilish smile.

"Well, my dear Utan, when I'm not traipsing my fingers across a keyboard, I'm traipsing them across whatever subject happens to be tied down to my table~"

Korr chuckled, and Utan seemed to get the message, blushing ever so slightly in their alien way.

"I see... is that in your off time, or..."

"It's a hobby~ A little bit of fun. When I've got time off~"

"I met Korr at the Gloomgeon," G'yuun added, casting a little wink Carla's way. "They're... quite an experience~"

"Oh, you flatter me, darling~" Korr answered, demonstrating a strong grasp of human seductive language.

G'yuun giggled, and Carla could tell Utan was getting a little hot and bothered. Perhaps they were considering the idea.

"And what about you, Carla?" Korr suddenly piped up. "What is it you do?"

Carla blinked, a little surprised by the sudden question.

"Me?" she asked dumbly.

"Yes, you. You're the only human at this table, and on your ship, and I confess to being a little interested in that."

Carla thought for a moment, and then shrugged.

"I'm basically a handywoman. I help out where I can, whatever's in my skillset, and learn as I go. I don't have any particular specialisation, I was studying astrophysics to join a research vessel."

"Oh, a scientist!" Korr exclaimed giddily. "I once planned on being a scientist, but it seemed computer code made more sense to me than genetic code, or the mathematical code of existence. Still, I like to keep up with scientific achievements. You know that the research ship

Handsome

recently discovered a planet with unusual electrical phenomena in its methane oceans?"

"Yes, actually, I heard about it just before I left on

The Tangerine,"

Carla answered with a newfound energy, sitting straighter and leaning forward. "Like lightning underwater. In methane, of all things."

"I know, right? They say it's beautiful, oh I wish I could see it for myself. There's something romantic about being on those ships, on the frontier, discovering strange new worlds and phenomena."

"Well, most of their discoveries are barren rocks or balls of acid rain and clouds like Venus. Plenty of gas giants, nothing fascinating." Carla then sighed wistfully. "But when you find those strange, bizarre things out there, the high must hit you like crazy. I'd love to experience that one day, finding that one fascinating oddity after numerous mundane finds."

Korr agreed with the sentiment, and the two spent the next half hour talking, Carla suppressing a blush when she noticed how Utan and G'yuun were looking at her, smirking and winking, and keeping quiet.

Those two were dangerous. Hell, the whole crew was, they were more than happy to watch Carla get 'caught' by another Zamaar.

Carla couldn't even be mad.

The end of their little outing came soon enough, and Carla bade farewell to the other three Zamaar, Korr even offering Carla come see them at the Gloomgeon with a sly smile.

Carla, feeling a little embarrassed, and wanting to be diplomatic, said she'd 'consider it'.

That was enough for Korr, and with that the four of them separated, heading off to do personal things.

Carla wanted to find a place to unwind, heading to a small place that offered AR nature experiences.

The garden dome up top was nice, but it was a static place with an open view of space. It was a park, and it didn't feel completely natural, as is typical for parks. Carla wanted something different, more wild.

The place she was going to was the next best thing, featuring omnitreadmills and haptic feedback suits alongside climate control systems meant to emulate a variety of environmental conditions, as long as it wasn't extreme weather; hard to do snow or pelting rain without wasting precious water.

A nice walk through the Pacific North West woodlands of Northern America might be just what she needs.

She saw the sign ahead for the service, reaching down into a hip bag for her credit chip.

"I'm telling you, they're getting suspicious about

The Tangerine

."

Carla stopped in her tracks, just barely hearing the lowered whisper.

She turned to the source of the voice, a small alcove leading to restrooms.

Carla looked around, and discovered she was in a camera blindspot. She leaned against a wall, and pulled out her tablet, looking at random stuff to look focused on other things, but her attention was fully on the feminine voice coming from within the rest room.

Someone responded to the voice, over some sort of communicator, but Carla couldn't make it out.

"Even the station guys working on the ship think its weird. They went overboard... look, I know what I signed up for, but this is getting too close for comfort."

Signed up for what? Carla did her best not to frown suspiciously, in case someone else was watching... though she already detoured from where she was going, so it was suspicious enough already.

She just had to play it cool and hope.

"On schedule? Look, I'm sticking my neck out here, and you're worried about schedule?... no. I get it."

The voice seemed cowed by the end. Carla heard them sigh.

"Alright. I'll get it done. Just... be patient, alright? None of this works if we're not patient. I'll meet with them at the dungeon."

The sound of a tone told Carla the communications was ended. Footsteps approached the sliding door, and Carla quickly returned to where she was going.

She'd just walked into the AR place when the person she'd been eavesdropping on walked past.

A Zamaar with bluish skin and a dark jumpsuit, a sort of grey hairnet over their head.

It didn't seem like they were aware someone had been listening in on them, but they appeared agitated all the same, and in a hurry. Carla didn't attempt to follow after them to avoid suspicion.

But, she had an idea of where they might be going.

'The dungeon'.

Unless it was another place, Carla suspected the Gloomgeon might be more than it seemed.

Or at the very least, was a private location for whoever that Zamaar was to do whatever it is they do, meet up with their partners in crime. If it is crime.

Regardless, it was a good place to start on this little investigation that had just manifested for Carla.

If foul play was involved with what was happening to the ship, Carla wanted to know.

It looks like she was going to be taking Korr up on that offer after all.

---

Finding the Gloomgeon wasn't difficult. Hell, she asked a human if he knew anything about it, and they gave Carla a funny look before providing easy directions. Since it wasn't an official place, it wasn't on the station's official maps, though she could've looked it up on the intranet too.

The Gloomgeon wasn't even an open secret. People just didn't talk about it openly, for obvious reasons.

And though Carla was going there to find out what was going on with that mystery Zamaar and the conversation they had, she knew she was going to have to get involved to hide her intent and avoid suspicion.

It was on the deck below, a repurposed warehouse that wasn't seeing any use. It was in a convenient location, nestled out of the way of the main corridors and accessible via a nondescript door that only had a single purple light illuminating a sign that just said 'Gloomgeon'. The hallways beforehand led to toilets and a few other maintenance accesses, so just going down them didn't mean you were going to a BDSM club.

But once inside, Carla knew instantly she was in a place for sex; the décor was moody, with purple strip lighting running along the junctions where walls met ceilings. Vinyl matting with glossy patterns covered the floors, and pictures of people in raunchy and provocative situations - with a great deal of straps and restraints, human and Zamaar - interspersed along the walls.

Sensual music played softly over speakers mounted to the ceilings, and the air was heavy with the smell of incense and perfume.

Carla came upon a small lounge at the end of the entrance corridor, with seating available for people to wait. More energetic music thumped around a corner, where Carla heard laughter, and what sounded like a woman grunting in pleasured pain, the smacks of a flogging an indication of why.

Ahead of Carla was a counter, and behind it was a human man, dressed in a rather mundane grey jumpsuit, but his face was anything but; dark eyeliner and shadow, piercings across the lower edges of his ears and in his lobes, a few in his lower lip, and a septum piercing.

His hair was done in a style like a wave rolling over his head from one side to the other, dyed with streaks of red.

He had a ring on both index fingers.

He smiled as she approached.

"Heya~" he greeted jovially enough. "A first timer, what can I do for you?"

Carla gulped, feeling nervous, but she nodded and steeled herself.

"A Zamaar named Korr offered a... session, I guess."

"Ah, Korr. Lovely person, knows their stuff~" the man remarked with a grin. "They're busy right now with a playmate, but if you're set on them, you can wait in the lounge to the right there, or here if you're not comfortable with public displays. But there's no bar in here, so I know where I'd be. When Korr's free, I'll let you know."

A lounge with a bar... might be a place to keep an eye out for anything suspicious. Though apparently it also came with a 'show'.

"Sure. I can do that... is there payment or..."

The man laughed.

"This isn't a brothel, girlfriend, this place is for enthusiasts of kink. All we ask is a medical record so everyone can enjoy themselves safely. Not the whole thing, just sexual health stuff. And any conditions or injuries that may be relevant. All strictly confidential, between you and your partner for the session."

He brought up a tablet, and tapped away at it, before showing Carla a screen.

"Connect to that with your tablet, and you'll be able to fill out the form. It's for everyone's enjoyment and safety."

Carla figured that was understandable, and did as asked.

Indeed, the information required was fairly limited in scope. It seemed more like a liability thing.

Once that was done, the man behind the desk smiled.

"Thank you. Now, I'll call you when Korr's ready, and please, enjoy your stay in the Gloomgeon~"

"I will, thanks," Carla answered with a nervous nod, before making her way down the corner where the grunting and music was coming from.

The source of the grunting was obvious; a man in a full-body jumpsuit, including his head, was busy flogging a woman with her ass exposed.

She was restrained in a set of metallic, padded stocks on a stage that featured a collapsible stripper pole, but right now, a different show was on.

Every time the man's paddle struck the woman's rear, she yelped in pain, but Carla could see how the dark-skinned woman was smirking in between every strike.

An audience of over twenty was arrayed around the central platform, half of them Zamaar. The rest were human men and women enjoying themselves and the show.

Carla felt a little weird, frankly, but she did her best to not look uncomfortable. Instead, she turned to the right and headed for the bar, a neon-lit counter curving away from the wall, the shelves backlit with a bright pink glow to mix with the violet strips all around.

She understood where the 'gloom' came from.

A Zamaar stood behind the counter, a slight thing with their quills cut short and blunt, a strange look, but deliberate and precise. Carla couldn't tell the colour of their skin in the lighting, nor their eyes. They had a choker around their neck with glowing letters asking someone to snap it. In English and she presumed Zamaaran.

They smiled at Carla, and offered them a bottle of lemonade.

"On the house. Alcohol costs though," they remarked.

Carla was fine with that, and took the lemonade politely, and turned around and sat on one of the simple cushioned stools at the bar.

She watched the wild show unfolding, the effectively gimp-suited man grinding the edge of the paddle to the black woman's pussy, making her twitch and squirm.

Carla was, by now, very used to casual sex with her colleagues, but something about this seemed a little odd and unusual. However, it was not her place to judge.

Still, her eyes wandered over the audience, looking for anyone out of place; nervous, suspicious, uncomfortable, looking to be elsewhere or with something else on their mind.

And of course, anyone who looked like that Zamaar she saw earlier.

Nobody fit the bill, and had to look away from a Zamaar who noticed Carla starting to stare at them rubbing the bulge in their pants, blowing the woman a kiss.

Carla blushed, and did not engage with that alien. She kept her attention on the happenings around her, and for anything that might give her a clue.

So fixated on trying to find anything suspicious, she almost yelped when her tablet chimed.

It was a private message from the man at the front, indicating that Korr would see her now.

With a small sigh of relief, Carla finished off her lemonade, and left the lounge just as the man started using the handle of his paddle to penetrate the restrained woman's pussy, to the cheers of the audience.

She hadn't heard a thing from outside, so the place was well insulated, especially given all these walls were added after the fact.

She returned to the main foyer, where she was greeted by a familiar face.