They flew without event for some time, the timeless pairing off Xii and Rider against an eternal backdrop of stars and ether-whorls. As they went, Tro'onbi hummed a gentle tune that Hyl'ena had sang with her sister long ago. Images of her lost sibling flicked through her mind like a sepia-paged picture book, and presently the rider found herself drifting off to sleep, the frequencies of her Xii's mournful tones vibrating through her quim and gently soothing her anxious mind.
She was shaken from her reverie by Tro'onbi's warning bleat. Quickly she sat up, cursing herself for drifting off in this unfamiliar stretch of space. "What is it, Tro'onbi?"
-I can't see anything- melded the beast, -but something doesn't feel right-
Hyl'ena peered into the blackness, scanning the stars for signs of activity. She glanced up - and then something made her look again. Strange, there were no stars above them...
The net was around them before either could react, and it drew quickly tight, digging painfully into the soft flesh of Hyl'ena's generous buttocks and widespread thighs and forcing her flat against the back of her Xii, her ever-sensitive cunt-flesh pushed hard into him. Tro'onbi moaned in protest, the violent tremors of the trapped beast's disparate roar resonating through his rider's pussy, causing her sex to juice up and her clit to become engorged as it rubbed with painful pleasure against the rough, knobbled hide.
A few seconds passed, then the net was being hauled upwards. Above, great torches suddenly sputtered into life to illuminate the dark hulking shape that had blotted out the stars.
"Pirates!" breathed Hyl'ena, and began an earnest struggle against the thick ropes. If only she'd had time to grab her battle axe from Tro'onbi's side bag! Xii-Riders were rare and hard to catch, and she could be worth a lot to one of the bands of slave-trading rogues that frequented these unpopulated areas of space. She soon gave up the useless struggle, merely managing to move a hand enough to stroke the moaning Tro'onbi consolingly as she rocked her cunt gently back and forth against him.
They came up alongside the pirate vessel and then the net was hauled aboard. Tro'onbi landed with a thud on the deck, Hyl'ena thankfully on top of him. Finally she got a look at their captors, and she was impressed with what she saw.
An assortment of dirty-faced pirate girls stood on the deck, licking their lips at the sight of this fresh haul. Some were topless, others wore dirty rags bound tight around their mucky breasts. The closest to Hyl'ena was a dark-skinned N'ubian with full brown breasts barely restrained by a torn-off scrap of fabric that only half covered her huge near-black nipples, and wide hips encased in a pair of ragged cut-offs, the rich smooth flesh bulging enticingly through several tears in the fabric. As Hyl'ena eyed her appraisingly the black girl approached the rider, squatting down and reaching a hand out to stroke the side of one of Hyl'ena's huge breasts, her dirty fingers leaving a smear of grime on the soft white flesh exposed by her revealing battle costume. With her other hand she stroked Hyl'ena's pretty face, running a finger over her lips and then pushing it into her mouth, withdrawing it just in time as the rider tried to clamp her teeth down on the dirty digit. The pirate girl hissed, and spat onto Hyl'ena's defiant face.
There was a murmur amongst the other pirates, then the sudden fizzling crack of a holowhip finding soft female flesh. The black girl howled and leapt to her feet, clutching her generous backside. When Hyl'ena managed to drag her eyes away from the impressive posterior, she saw the owner of the holowhip, and her breath was taken away as she recognised the dreaded queen of the Lesbian Space Pirates and tyrannous ruler of the seventh nebula, Governess Anne-Marie Sap'philana.
The e-zines Hyl'ena occasionally flicked through on her days off didn't do her justice. In her early forties, with long black curls framing a proud and elegant face, dark black eyes that burned with a questioning passion and skin as pale as the sun-drenched moons of Klavanchian Q. Hyl'ena's already moist pussy juiced up as her eyes were drawn slowly down over the Governess' huge, jutting creamy breasts and wide curvy hips that seemed about to split her flowing black dress. She was flawlessly beautiful, dangerously sensual - in short, the single most stunning female Hyl'ena had ever laid eyes on. Already she could feel her resolve weaken - damn her inherent hyperboosted sex drive!
"And what have we 'ere?" asked the Governess, arching one styled eyebrow. Her soft husky Fr'ench accent was coloured with a tone of contempt for the scantily clad Rider. "A Xii-Rider no less, and complete with 'er steed! You shall fetch a pretty price, my dear, and your beast will give us many blaats of good eating."
Hyl'ena snarled at the open threat, struggling to resist her horny instincts. "Fuck you! You lay a finger on Tro'onbi and I'll skin you alive, bitch!"
"A feisty one, I see," smirked the Governess. "I shall enjoy breaking you, slut."
She raised a gloved hand and snapped her fingers. At once a slim pretty space-elf with cute pointy ears stepped forward from the watching crew, curtsied nervously to her mistress, then dropped to her knees by the bound Rider. She reached out slim pale hands and tugged at Hyl'ena's skimpy outfit, easily tearing the fabric to reveal the twin globes of her sizeable arse and the inviting pink of her plump quim.
"Very nice," murmured the Governess, sticking out one pointy boot and placing the narrow toe between Hyl'ena's wet lips, pushing insistently at the soft opening so the boot slowly sank a few inches inside, and causing the helpless Rider to gasp in surprised pleasure at the sudden intrusion of cold pleather into her unprepared cunt. The captor removed her boot from the tight-clenched quim with considerable difficulty and a audible squelch, and smirked with satisfaction to see the generous coating of sticky pussy juice glistening on her boot. Again she clicked her fingers, and the space-elf stuck out a little pointed tongue, wrinkling her freckled nose as she carefully licked the Rider's sticky secretions from the Governess' boot.
"She'll do nicely," announced the Governess, patting the smiling elf-girl on the head. "Drug 'er and bring 'er to my quarters. And no funny business!"