John smiled as the mine owner inserted the authentication device into his ship’s log list and pressed a few buttons to confirm the transaction. John is just on the outskirts of the Outer Rim, currently landing on a mining colony called Cullen, a massive asteroid that is being hollowed out to extract the mineral wealth stored within.
John’s mind flashes back to that unusual day more than two months ago. He returns to the main world and drinks at a local bar known for its tolerance for the strange and weird. His companion is a drunk deep-space diver he met many years ago.
The fat old astronaut was called “Jonah” or “Crazy Jonah” by the other regulars at the bar, who strongly suspected that the poor unfortunate fellow had gone mad with space years ago. Jonah loved his old friend, however, and spent hours listening to his wild stories about the incredible scenery beyond the Outer Rim. On this particular night, Jonah had recently returned from an excursion into deep space and was telling about the horrific time he had spent at the brothel in Cullen.
“I’m telling you John, those Zerg girls have amazing hands! I never realized what those pale skinned Jezebels could do to a guy!”
“Verm” is a slang term for people who live in mining areas, who do not see the sun all year round. Most miners had pale skin to the point of albinism due to living in underground houses without direct exposure to the sun.
“Young man, you must go over there and see for yourself. Tell Mrs. Trixie I said hi!”
Jonah nodded obediently, not intending to run so far toward the basket. Initially he objected to being called young, as he had just turned 40 last month, but he felt everyone should want an eighty-year-old to look young, so let Jonah continue.
“Well, if I were a young man I’d stay there a long time, but I think I’d better run away before those whores kill me. The stock market isn’t as laborious as it used to be.” A smile.
Suddenly, Jonah seems to momentarily awaken from his alcohol-induced stupor, and he leans conspiratorially toward John. The old man’s breath is toxic enough to be classified as a biohazard.
“Maybe it’s best you stay there, young man, except for those worm girls. One night I was hanging out in Mrs. Trixie’s parlor, and there were some miners there who were pretty drunk. They were out partying, and then I wanted to end the night with some physical pleasure, I was chatting with the people and it looked like they’d stumbled into a group of Tyranids.
Hearing this, John perked up his ears. Due to John’s unusual origins, he already had pointed ears, but his already pointed ears still managed to stand upright.
It is a key component of Tyranid Plasma Cores, which are used to power top-tier military-grade ship weapons. It is so rare and in such high demand that a ton of the element is worth a fortune to the right buyer.
John spent a polite moment with his old friend before bidding him farewell. He rushed back to the dock where his cargo ship was tied up, his heart thumping with excitement. He knew he had to move quickly on this matter. John hurried out of the gate, quickly punched in the airlock door code and entered his ship, the Fool’s Gold. His hands were shaking as he entered the navigational coordinates in Cullen, and he forced himself to take deep breaths to steady himself so he could be sure he wouldn’t make any mistakes in planning his course. The route he takes takes more than a month, and it’s far to the outer edge. If you’re not careful, you’ll face many dangers…
John was brought out of his reverie by the mine owner, Seba Mortimer, who cleared his throat sharply. The deal was now done, and John shook the man’s outstretched hand. John had raided every rainy day account used to finance the deal, and the last of his life’s savings were now invested in the deal.
John purchased 10 tons of tyranium at an extremely low price, but the price was still enough to bring a huge smile to Seb’s face. John suspected that, being so far from the edge of known space, Seb had no idea how valuable the element was. Then again, he certainly didn’t have John’s foreign military connections. The two finalized the deal over a nice glass of whiskey before John left the mine owner’s office to oversee the loading of the cargo.
John walked over to the waiting truck with his Tyranium, nodding to the driver as he climbed into the cab of the lead vehicle. The huge truck came to life and John could feel the rumble of its powerful engine as they moved forward.
Karen is a desolate and deserted colony, far from the center of human galactic civilization. The short trip from the mines to the starport took us through dark, dirty and dilapidated slums built on a hollowed-out asteroid. John was happy that he would be leaving this depressing place in a few hours.
He’s so eager to leave that he never got the chance to visit Mrs. Trixie’s, and Jon wonders if the hotel can really satisfy his old friend’s wishes. Crazy Jonah has some strange tastes, though, so he figures he probably isn’t missing out on much, and certainly he’d save himself a lot of potential misfortune by giving the place a chance.
The truck quickly arrived at the starport, and after a quick conversation with the guards and deck officers, the hardworking miners loaded the terranium cargo onto the Fool’s Gold. John said goodbye to the miners and sealed the cargo door. He installed the automatic purification control device in the cargo bay and headed for the cockpit.
John leaned into the driver’s seat, pressed the route home button and activated the autopilot to descend from the asteroid. The ship’s engines began to rev, and the old freighter seemed to groan in protest as it took off. It slowly cleared the rough entrance to the docking station and stepped out into the welcoming darkness of space. John let out a long sigh, now that the deal was done and the Tyranium cargo was safely secured in the cabin, he could finally relax.
He stared out of the cockpit as the ship groaned and went into hyperwarp. Surprisingly, he still felt cramps, which he attributed to the adrenaline subsiding after the excitement of the life-changing deal, so he stood up, went into his cabin and took a nap.
John unholstered the heavy pistol, carefully unsnapped it, and placed it on the weapons rack in the cabin. He pressed his thumb on the lock and the weapons cabinet door slammed shut. Deep space can be a dangerous place, with marauding pirates and the occasional alien misadventure, so it’s wise to be prepared for a hostile boarding.
The cabin was spotlessly clean, thanks to John’s personality. He loved to keep his boat clean and couldn’t stand leaving dirt anywhere. The ship’s rooms and corridors are kept spotless, which helps to avoid contamination, but maintenance takes a lot of time. After John took a relaxing bath to wash off the dust and smells of the colony, he collapsed on the large bed covered with clean sheets and fell asleep.
After a few hours of restful sleep, John woke up horny. He is strong as steel and always ready for action. This was surprising because John had been meditating for years to avoid getting into this state. Because of his background, he couldn’t be very careful. He sat up and got into a meditative posture, clearing his mind and focusing on staying calm. The libido decreased and so did his erection, so John got up, got dressed and continued his normal life.
A few days passed, and John would wake up each morning completely surprised. Every day, it became harder for him to maintain self-control, but through meditation rituals he gradually calmed himself down. He had been traveling for four days, leaving Karen far behind, and he decided to check on his precious cargo.
The cargo door opened with a self-satisfied clank. Everything in the cargo hold looked fine, but John felt nervous. Standing on the gantry overlooking the cabin, he felt alert, focused, thoughtful, and conscious. He had strong instincts and they all told him something was wrong. He stepped out of the cargo hold and hurried back to his cabin to get some weapons. John picked up his wide-muzzled automatic shotgun, ideal for close-range work in the tight quarters of a spacecraft, and slammed the clip into the magazine. When he pressed the power button on the controller, the autofire hummed happily for a few seconds and a holographic targeting grid appeared above the weapon. John turned and walked into the corridor, running quickly back to the cargo bay.
Inside the cargo bay, John turned on the infrared on his scope and immediately scanned the cargo bay with his shotgun. He saw nothing out of the ordinary in the target grid, looking for any hint of red that would indicate heat, but only saw cool tones of blue. He turned to the panel on the side wall and turned the cargo bay lighting up to maximum. Being careful not to look up at the glaring light above, John thoroughly searched the room. He could see dust and faint signs of wear on the other side of the door until he returned to the door panel. Before disembarking, he carefully scrubbed that section of the floor in an obsessive rage, knowing that someone in Karen had boarded the plane with the cargo.
John resealed the hold and began sweeping the ship. The Fool’s Gold isn’t large, it only has a cockpit, passenger cabins, cargo hold, auxiliary cabins, recreation room, and ship storage room. He found no signs of life in the cabins or cockpit, and the recreation room had no place to hide, just a dining table, a comfortable couch, and a small but functional kitchen. This meant his intruder was in the storage room. John took a deep breath, prepared himself for action, and walked through the door to the last room. He picked up his automatic shotgun and looked through the scope, the target grid coloring the room the expected blue, with occasional red flashes coming from overhead lights. He walked around slowly, and scanned possible hiding places, until he eventually encountered a storage closet near the back of the room. A distinct red light was shining from the door to this particular compartment, indicating the presence of heat inside.
“I know you’re in there, come out!” John barked toward the storeroom, keeping a careful distance. He counted to ten thoughtfully, but there was no movement in the car.
“Either you come out in 5 seconds, or I’ll unload this gun and blow your body apart!” John yelled toward the car door.
He heard something creak from the room and the door to the storage room opened slowly. A dirty, disheveled figure timidly stepped out of the private room and into the brightly lit storage room. It was obviously a miner’s child. From his appearance, he guessed he was a teenage boy, skinny and malnourished, wearing shabby gray overalls, a heavily torn jacket and a hood pulled down. Two frightened eyes stared at him on a dirty face under a dog-eared hat, watching John cautiously, waiting for his next move.
John sighed and put the gun down. “Oh my god!” he groaned. “Now I’ll have to turn right around and shove your ass back to Karen, we’ve got a few days left in our system,” he muttered, completely pissed.
That foolish boy’s thirst for adventure had forced John to wander aimlessly for over a week.
“Please don’t take me back to Karen!” the boy replied in an unusually loud voice. Perhaps the child was smaller than John thought.
“Why not?” John asked. “No way am I risking prosecution for ‘kidnapping a minor,’ and I don’t think for a minute that you have the money to pay for my trouble. What’s your name, young man?”
The frightened stowaway lowered his head and momentarily broke eye contact with John. “My name is Al.”
“Well, ‘Al, my name is John. It’s nice to meet you.'” “Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, you still haven’t answered my question. Why don’t I take you back to Cullen?”
“Maybe I could work for you as a crew member on the ship?” the dirty man suggested hopefully.
“Sorry kid, I work alone. Besides, what skills do you have that would be useful on a starship? No, I’ll have to send you back.” John turned and walked out of the storage room.
“No more waiting!” pleaded his unwelcome passenger.
John looked back at the naughty boy, who sighed and looked like he had made a decision. Al reached out and pulled off the tattered cap, revealing his dirty blonde hair. Several hairpins were removed immediately, and his hair fell down, revealing his shoulder-length hair.
“I’m not a boy, I’m a girl, I’m not a minor, I’m 18. Maybe there’s something else I can do to get the pass?” Al asked cautiously with a clear hint of caution in his tone.
Now in John’s defense, under normal circumstances he would have flatly rejected her, but her insatiable hunger over the last few days had rapidly eroded his willpower. At least his morning surprise was now apparent, as he was subconsciously reacting to her pheromones. Without the respite, the four-day trip to the Cullen’s would have been difficult had he decided to take Al back.
John gave his passenger an appraising look, but since the equipment was old, heavy, and covered in dirt, it was impossible to tell what the new girl looked like. Against his better judgment, John slung the gun over his shoulder and gestured for his stowaway to exit the storage room.
“Follow me, I want to clean you up before I make any decisions.” John said as he led the girl towards the cabin. “You can use the shower inside and leave all your dirty stuff in the hallway including your ID, I want to do some checking.”
The girl carefully handed him a dog-eared folded ID card, which showed the mysterious passenger’s full name, Alyssa Marant. John took the ID card and pointed to the shower stall hidden in the corner of the cabin. “Thanks ‘Alyssa’, the shower is back there.”
John left Alyssa to clean herself up, then went into the cockpit to scan her ID. It took a few minutes to connect to Galact-SEC, but a brief readout on the computer confirmed the name on the ID card, that his new passenger was 18 and that she wasn’t wanted on any serious charges. This information put most of his worries to rest. He wasn’t doing anything illegal by allowing Alyssa to stay on his ship, and any agreements between them were to be between adults only. He felt himself getting hard again, his arousal growing. Maybe the trip home wouldn’t be so boring after all?
John heard a slight cough from the hallway behind him and saw Alyssa peering out of the cabin door, trying to get his attention. She pointed to the pile of dirty clothes in the hallway, which made him shiver. “I’ve already showered, and this is all my stuff. What do you want me to wear?” Alyssa asked carefully.
John tilted his head at the same angle as Alyssa. “If your suggestion is what I think it is, then you’re good to go. Come out so I can decide.” John reached behind him and pressed a button on the console. This activated the internal security cameras and recorded their verbal agreement. You can’t be too cautious, he thought.
Alyssa blushed, but took a deep breath and then cautiously walked out of the hut. Now that she was cleaned up, John could see that Alyssa’s face was indeed very pretty. She had blue eyes, a cute nose and full lips that immediately reminded him of one thing. The girl was clearly from a mining area, her skin was as white as a ghost and she had never been in the sun. Her hair only reached shoulder length, but looked thin and unkempt. She was about 5’2” and had a cup size of about 28A, so thin that he could only assume she was on the verge of starvation in the desolate mining world. Dieting would work wonders for her and now was the perfect time to start it.
“Okay, I’ve decided. You can stay, I’m not going to take you back to Karen.”
Alyssa, full of youthful vitality, jumped up in joy. “Oh, thank you John, thank you so much!”
John smiled at her unexpected happiness. Had she forgotten their arrangement?
“Okay, now that that’s settled, let’s lay down some ground rules about your responsibilities on the ship,” he said carefully.
Alyssa’s face fell, but she tried to hide it. Bless her, she has forgotten.
“First of all, I’m not going to do anything to hurt you, I’m not going to force you to agree to anything weird. I’m going to make sure you eat normal meals and have your own cabin, but I want you to keep everything the way it is now. In exchange for staying clean I want you to serve me at all times.
Alyssa looked thoughtful after listening to John’s little monologue. “That all sounds reasonable,” she replied, then looked a little uncomfortable, before she admitted, “I’m not on birth control.”
John shrugged. “Okay, normal sex is over. I’m not going to bother you,” he said reassuringly.
“One final caveat is that I have some pretty heavy equipment and I’ll be requiring your services multiple times a day once we get this job started,” he warned her.
“Yes, I’ve heard that before…I agree.” Alyssa smiled evilly.
John smiled and pointed behind him. “Okay then, let’s get started. We’re regrouping in the recreation room, need to empty my balls.”
The smile on Alisa’s face disappeared, and with a helpless expression, she turned around and walked back along the corridor. Following gave John another chance to examine her, but this time from behind. Alisa’s body had become lean but shapely as a result of living a hard life in the colony. John’s eyes traveled down her back, past the dimples above her hips, to her naughty little buttock. It’s beautiful, round and compact, with two full hemispheres that just need a little filling out. Her legs looked slender but shapely, he thoughtfully, the legs of a runner.
They walked into the recreation room and John strolled over to the couch. He removed his t-shirt and combat pants, leaving him naked except for a pair of underwear, but that couldn’t hide his bulging body. He turned to Alyssa. He was 6’2″, much taller than her petite 5’2″.
“Now you can probably tell from these that I’m not entirely human.” John raised his hand, tilted his head, and pointed to one long, pointed ear.
“That’s not the only difference, I’m a little different here too,” he said, pointing to his waist.
There was an almost horrific look of fear on Alyssa’s face as John slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties. He carefully lifted the cotton fabric from the gear and dropped her underwear to the floor, revealing the gear in its full glory. Alyssa gasped in shock.
“You’re so big!” she said.
She got over her initial surprise and took a closer look at the shocking discovery. John had a huge cock, thicker than her thin wrist. John could see doubts rising in her mind.
“Don’t worry, it’ll fit,” he said reassuringly. He sat down on the couch, stretched his legs and motioned for her to move forward.
