Chapter Three: The Darkness
The Stalker streaked through space to intercept the Penetrator and retrieve the high-value prisoner on board. Lord Myrkur sat in the darkness of his quarters; his trio of harlots sleeping in the bed behind him. His focus was on the stars outside until he turned his attention to a holographic picture of a past life and love. His eyes looked down upon a youthful, attractive couple who were deeply in love.
Myrkur wasn't always like this; a disfigured remnant of a man who was now half machine. His left arm was cybernetic from the elbow down. His left leg completely replaced by a metallic prosthetic. A series of cybernetic and metallic grafts adorned his body. Myrkur removed the mask that had instilled fear into allies and enemies alike. Half of it was charred and scarred with an ocular implant replacing the eye he lost all those years ago. He sat back in his chair and thought about the moment everything had changed.
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It was twenty-five years ago aboard the merchant ship Hor'Nee. A young man and woman were sitting at the helm of their vessel en route to a planet that was hosting a galactic orgy. This hedonistic pair would provide a treasure trove of items from lubes to toys for the event-goers to enjoy. It was their second event as newly licensed merchants and they were looking forward to a month of sex with different beings and trying new things.
It was an exciting time for Evanna and Keveys. They were from the Epicurean system that embraced sexual pleasure and were not shy to share their lifestyle with outsiders. The system became very popular with all the species across the galaxy and the two felt it was their calling to bring some of their home world to other reaches of space. They purchased a repurposed war ship and set out to make a fortune before settling down.
Evanna grew restless in her seat. Keveys looked in her direction as her dark, voluptuous breasts heaved from the exaggerated sigh she let out.
"How much longer?" she asked.
Keveys looked at his console. "Another 12 hours," he replied.
Evanna rolled her eyes as she faced forward. "Whatever will I do?" she asked humorously.
"Well...," Keveys started.
He didn't have a chance to finish his sentence before Evanna got up and dropped to her knees in front of him. She pulled out his meaty cock and took it into her mouth. She looked up at him with her bright silver eyes as she felt his member stiffening over her tongue. Keveys leaned back in his chair feeling relaxed as she continued the blowjob. The feel of her mouth engulfing his cock and the touch of her tongue on his balls felt incredible.
They had been fucking for years and it was always enjoyable. Epicures were known for their promiscuous and free-love lifestyle but they were a culture that was extremely loyal to a partner when one was found. Sex could always be enjoyed with others, but having a life-partner to share it with was decreed by doctrine.
Evanna pulled down the zipper of her jumpsuit so her breasts could be free. The sight of her large bosom got Keveys excited as he leaned forward to caress them in his hands. Her smooth skin began to goose bump at his touch. Her dark nipples standing erect in arousal.
He was ready for his first orgasm. The Epicures were renowned for their ability to cum multiple times. The males could average five in a single session. Evanna leaned back ready to take his white load on her exposed breasts. Standing up, Keveys emptied his load all over her.
"Oh yes," she said as she rubbed it all over herself.
She began removing her jumpsuit, anticipating his hard cock inside her dripping wet pussy.
It was then that their ship was rocked by a large blast.
"What was that?" Evanna screamed as she struggled to get to her feet.
Keveys looked at this console and saw that another vessel had fired at them. "I'm going to try to evade them and get us out of here," he said. "Try to hail them. Tell them we have no arms."
Evanna tried establishing a connection but to no avail. "They knocked out our communications!" she said.
Two more blasts rocked their ship. It was at this time that several of their systems began blowing up and fuel was leaking. One final blast from the aggressor ship threw them from their chairs. Keveys felt the heat and excruciating pain on his left side. He crawled through the smoke-filled cabin trying to find Evanna. He saw her a few feet in front of her. Her eyes lifeless as she lay on the floor. Keveys felt the anger build inside of him but it was only short lived. A large ceiling panel fell on top of him and rendered him unconscious.
Keveys awakened in a S.E.X medical station. He looked around, half blind and confused. He looked for his love until he remembered seeing her dead on the floor of their ship. He let out a pain-filled cry of agony; one that reflected the pain he was feeling from his wounds and that of losing his life partner. He passed out again and would not awake for several more days.
The beeping sounds of the life monitor station greeted Keveys as he opened his eyes. Gone was the burning sensation of singed flesh. It was replaced by a dull and achy pain that seemed to consume his entire body. He looked down to see the metallic grafts applied to him. His left leg was gone as was part of his left arm.
The door to his room opened and a doctor entered, accompanied by an attractive nurse.
"I'm glad to see you're awake," he said.
"What happened to me?" Keveys asked.
"Your vessel was mistaken for a warship that was being used to smuggle illicit wares across the galaxy. Unfortunately, the captain failed to properly identify you and opened fire. He has been relieved of duty and is awaiting trial."
"Where is Evanna?" Keveys inquired.
The doctor looked at his chart."The young woman we found on your ship was taken to our mortuary. She was placed in cold storage so you could properly bury her when you healed."
A tear fell from Keveys right eye. He seemed to know everything that was going on but needed affirmation. The doctor took notice of his body language and began to inform him of the damages done to his body.
"You received second and third-degree burns on the left side of your body. The panel that fell on you damaged your arm and leg on that side; there was no way to save them. The grafts on your body are indicative of where shrapnel ripped into your body. The tissue will heal over time but the grafts will remain to reduce any deep scarring."
Keveys looked away as the news defeated him. He would never be the same again.
The doctor knew the information he was passing along was grim but he felt his patient needed to know everything. "You will be fitted for a prosthetic arm and leg in a couple of days. After that, physical therapy will begin."
The Epicure felt there was something else that was off. "Doc, why does my dick feel weird?"
The doctor looked at him. "The same blast that took out your leg also caused considerable damage to your penis and testicles. An artificial one was surgically added to the damaged region but you will not be able to have complete use of it for several weeks."
Keveys lifted up the sheets to see for himself. However, he discovered the groin area was heavily bandaged so he could not take complete stock of his new member.
The doctor interrupted his thoughts. "Try and get some rest. You have a long road to recovery ahead of you."
The doctor left as the nurse made some adjustments to his medical console and bed. She smiled sweetly at him as he lay there. "If you need anything, just press this button," she said handing him the pager device.
He watched as she left the room and once again was alone with his thoughts.
The weeks went by and met Keveys with unbearable pain. He found himself getting acclimated to his new limbs and to his new penile attachment. A couple of weeks after he had his new arm and leg attached to him, he was able to make arrangements for Evanna. He took her body back to their home planet and buried her in a spot not far from where they had first met.
The S.E.X invited him to attend the trial of the accused captain responsible for ruining his life. Keveys was apprehensive about going but he felt he owed it to Evanna to see justice done. The trial itself was a joke as the defense argued that Keveys' vessel opened itself up to an attack given its appearance and the mission given to Captain Chris Garrett. In the end, the jury found Capt. Garrett guilty of misconduct and reckless execution of given orders. Keveys seethed at the ruling. He felt Evanna died for nothing and nobody would answer for her death.
The punishment given to Capt. Garrett included a reduction in rank and suspension from command operations of a starship. Furthermore, he was grounded for two years pending a review board. As the disgraced captain left the courtroom with his defense team, Keveys stopped him.
"This isn't over," he said.
Garrett looked at the intensity of Keveys' eyes, both natural and artificial, and knew he was serious. "I'm sorry," he said softly.
The months went by and as the time passed so did Keveys' grip on his identity. He had become more aggressive, antagonistic and isolated from everyone he knew. The desire for vengeance consumed his everyday life. He kept tabs on Garrett and began putting together a routine for him. It wasn't long before he had his schedule down to where he would be on any given day.
Garrett returned home one evening and found his lights unresponsive when he entered the dwelling. He cautiously entered, going against the advice of his better judgment to investigate on his own. As he walked into his living room, he was greeted by a hard punch to the face and everything went black.
A couple of hours later, Garrett awakened to find himself bound to a chair. He saw a silhouette of a large figure standing before him. He couldn't speak as his mouth was gagged. The figure stepped closer and removed the rag from his mouth.
"Who are you?" Garrett asked.
"You already know. Much like me, you had to have known this day was inevitable," the figure said turning away from him.
