[Author's Note: This is just a fun, relatively plotless little short story using two characters from one of my favorite anime shows.]
The smartly dressed man fumbled awkwardly for words. The two women before him were imposing figures. One was an assassin called "Twilight" Suzuka, a woman of distant Asian lineage, a lineage back from when Earth was a relevant locale. She was famous for wielding a wooden sword with such strength it surpassed most metal melee weaponry. The other was a dark-skinned, light-haired Ctarl-Ctarl named Aisha ClanClan; a shrill-voiced former diplomat who had, as of late, been demoted to a stationary post and was now doing mercenary work with the sword-wielding assassin. Ctarl-Ctarl were said to have the strength of ten men, and a temper like no other. The well-dressed man minded his words.
"An eighteen year-old male human named Garin is traveling on a routine delivery route." he explained. "What this boy does not know is that his unique lineage and status as a virgin makes him a prime candidate for selection in the governing of a small planetary alliance with rather... dated moral principles."
"They'd want the kid because he's got good bloodlines and never been laid?" Aisha chimed in in her high, grating tone.
"Yes." the man affirmed. "Now, if he is selected, my son will not be and my corporation will lose much influence in that region. That's where you come in."
Suzuka smirked and laid a hand on the hilt of her wooden blade.
"We'll kill him." she said flatly.
"No!" the man snapped. "If he's killed needlessly, those who watch him, ready to approach him and make his nature clear to him, would know foul play."
"So why are we here, then?" calmly inquired the assassin.
"I need you two to... rid him of his qualifying status as a uh... a virgin."
Aisha's grin was feral, predatory, and disturbing. Suzuka remained calm, but a gleam flickered in her eyes.
"So we hunt him down and lay him," Aisha growled, "then you give us money."
"If you provide video evidence," the businessman added, "then yes. You'll be furnished with a four-person luxury vessel with modified, battle-class armor and engines. Please do not waste any time."
* * *
The Hei Fong port was a bustle of lively activity, which the two mercenaries wholly disregarded as they sought their ship. Sure enough, it was a fully stocked, four-person luxury vessel with individual rooms, a full kitchen (much to Aisha's delight), and high quality engines and armor. As they came aboard, the computer sprang to life.
"Hello ladies," it said in a cheerful male tone, "I am Lex, your ship's computer and navigation system."
"Lex, I am Suzuka and the wild woman devouring all of the food in our galley is Aisha." Suzuka pronounced.
"A pleasure." spoke the computer. "I have my targeting set for a vessel that is soon to depart, what are your orders?"
"Stalk it into less noticeable territory," Suzuka advised, "then link up with it so we may board."
Aisha emerged from the galley, a ravenous look still clear on her face.
"Then we can have that boy and play with him." the cat-woman sneered, cracking her knuckles in a threatening way.
"How much does sex resemble a violent mauling in your culture?" Suzuka quipped.
"Usually does." Aisha chirped. "That boy won't know what hit him!"
* * *
Garin was proud of himself. Eighteen years old and on his first solo flight. Granted it was a spice delivery on a company vessel, but he was the only person aboard. The computer handled much of it, but damn it, Garin was proud.
His ship took its slot at the port and launched, breaking orbit and zooming into space. Garin grinned, pride flooding through him as he hurtled through the void of space. It wasn't long until he was relaxed in his seat, watching his ship's monitors and eagerly awaiting his payment. Maybe now, after this mission, a girl would notice him, once he had enough money to take a woman out on a proper date. That would be excellent...
The blaring of an alarm on his ship's speaker system startled Garin so badly he almost fell out of his chair. A warning on his display read: "WARNING: Unidentified vessel. Linking commenced."
"Fuck!" cursed Garin.
A vessel was trying to link. They'd pull alongside him and lock their hatch with his, preserving pressurization in both ships. They were trying to board. Pirates! It had to be. He couldn't escape this, his ship's engines were shit. But Garin wasn't giving up without a fight.
* * *
"Link up complete, boarding is now possible." Lex informed the female mercenaries.
"Thank you." Suzuka said, ready to enter the airlock.
Aisha led the way, eager to go aboard, despite the fact that she couldn't simply ravish the poor young man on his ship. But she was still strong and could thwart any defenses the pitiful vessel raised.
The airlock opened and Aisha darted in, followed by Suzuka. A brown haired boy of about eighteen years lunged at Aisha with a knife.
"Die, pirate!" he shouted.
Aisha caught his wrist effortlessly, threw the knife away and lifted the short, skinny boy by the front of his shirt.
"I'll break him in a minute." she laughed. "Sorry Suzu, you won't get any."
"Don't call me that." Suzuka snarled. "Just bring him aboard."
"What is this?!" the boy, Garin, demanded, squirming desperately. "Just take my cargo and let me go, I have no money."
He wanted to defend his ship, but not to be a hostage! Neither woman responded, and so Garin escaped as best he could. The powerful Ctarl-Ctarl held him by his shirt, so he wriggled out of his shirt and made a run for it. Suzuka leapt forward and tackled him down, putting him in a painful arm-lock and marching him toward the other vessel.
"You crazy bitches." roared Garin in a panic, kicking at Suzuka.
The assassin calmly jabbed a pressure point on his neck and the boy went limp. Thus he was easily hauled aboard and his original vessel set adrift into space.
The women took him to one of the bedrooms where his clothes were torn off and he was shackled, spread-eagle, by heavy steel chains. Aisha practically drooled over his nude body, extending her claws and ready to destroy him.
"I'll go first." Suzuka cut in. "We need him alive afterword. Then you can have him."
The Ctarl-Ctarl grumbled and stalked from the room, leaving Suzuka to activate a video lens and wait for Garin to awaken. It would be no fun to defile him when he was unconscious.
* * *
Garin realized a few things when he awoke. He was in a sparsely adorned, white painted bedroom aboard a space craft. He was on a bed. He was chained to said bed and he was naked. And one of his two captresses stood over him.
"Is this an interrogation?" he asked. "I know nothing."
"No." Suzuka said, moving closer. "Not at all."
"What are you doing...???"
He trailed off as Suzuka effortlessly, smoothly disrobed, revealing her perfect body to his eyes. She was light-skinned, her muscles were athletic and defined. Her breasts were large and firm. And she was crawling over him, naked. Her dark hair was now let down, and it tickled him as she moved her head over his chest, upward until their faces were level, their noses almost touching.
"I uh... please wait!" he begged. "I'm a virgin."
"I'll fix that." the assassin purred in a sultry tone.
"I don't want it fixed!" he protested as her warm breasts pressed down against his chest. "I'm waiting for the right girl, you know?"
"Lucky you." Suzuka whispered in his ear, nibbling his earlobe. "Because the right girl has found you."
Her soft lips smothered Garin's protests in a hard, unrelenting kiss as Suzuka let his manhood ease into her. The beautiful assassin moved her hips down against the boy, her hands exploring his non-muscular chest and tickling his nipples while her mouth continued to cover his. Their hips rocked together, Garin straining against his heavy bindings so he might, against his will, push his shaft deep into her tight, warm depths. He moaned into her mouth, and she invaded his with her tongue, hoping to pleasure her captive to a quick climax. Their bodies pressed together, her powerful legs wrapping around his waist and squeezing him as she rode him to his first orgasm inside a woman.
Suzuka rose from the sweating, shaking boy, smirking at the look of confusion, hurt, and dismay on his face. These looks were all tinged by the exhausted look of pure, lustful pleasure. She covered herself and turned to the video lens she'd mounted on the wall.
"Mission accomplished." she stated. "A live stream of his deflowering."
"Well done." came a male voice. "I'm sending this video to the alliance shortly to show them Garin's... depraved sexual tastes. He'll be no good to them now. So now you may do with him as you wish."
"And payment?"
"It's in your account."
The video lens winked off and Suzuka turned to Garin.
