Author’s Note:
This is an unedited, ongoing serial that will eventually be published in novel form. Plot/characters/elements are subject to change as it is being written. It’s currently in 1st person/present tense, but I may change it to past tense, excluding the first chapter which will act as an intro. Read at your own discretion and take note of story tags below.
Genre: Post-Apocalyptic sci-fi
Tags: prostitution, graphic sex, large age gap, violence, theft, drug/alcohol abuse, depression, rape, gang rape, cannibalism, murder, incest, child/infant death and abuse, general abuse, (more to be added as the story goes)
The Harmony, is a Bomsferth class ship, one of the first heavy cruisers to be manufactured on Earth and one of the last to use the old hybrid ion drives. It’ll be a slow ride, but the Harmony is in great condition considering it’s nearly a century old. We’ve been aboard for two days and Apple and Pytre are finding it hard to relax—they’ve never been in space before. I remember my first trip in the black so I can sympathize. To make matters worse, Darjun’s crew hasn’t been the most welcoming. They’re not unfriendly exactly, just close-lipped and standoffish. Maybe it’s just because we’re new, who knows.
I hear my name crackle over the intercom in the hallway. I’m to report to the bridge. With a sigh, I stand and put on my boots. It’s the middle of the night, Chornoboh-time—it’s going to take me a while to acclimatize to the Harmony’s 24-hour clock.
I step through the doors onto the small bridge. Darjun is in the captain’s chair, slouched back with one foot up on the console in front of him. There are others on the bridge, manning stations, and I smile when I see Ekoria is one of them. She doesn’t smile back.
“There you are,” Darjun says, sitting up. I frown as he pulls his stiff dick out of his pants and gestures to me. “Come here and suck my cock.”
I’m speechless for a moment and glance over at Ekoria but she’s averted her gaze.
“Hello?” Darjun’s eyebrows are high as he stares at me expectantly.
“This isn’t what I signed up for,” I say, crossing my arms.
Darjun gives a short laugh and shrugs, wagging his dick back and forth, like that could entice me. “It’s just that I keep thinking about that nice blowjob you gave me… I’m not going to fuck you or anything, don’t worry. Just a bit of head from time to time. Ok?”
“No.”
With a frown, Darjun touches a button on the console in front of him. “Seth? Escort our new guests to the airlock.”
My heart stops and drops into my stomach and I take a step forward. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Giving you a little motivation,” he replies, waggling his dick again at me. His smile is wide and friendly, like we’re having a lovely chat.
Obviously, we’ve made a mistake coming aboard. No, I made a mistake. Shit. Nice guy? More like psychopath.
I grit my teeth and step towards him, dropping to my knees.
“That’s better. Now, do a good job and your friends will be nice and safe.” He slaps my lips with the head of his cock and I open my mouth. He leans forward and grabs my ear, twisting it, and I gasp around the meat in my mouth. “If you think of fucking with me, not only will your friends take a swim in the black, but I’ll have Seth make good use of them first… understand?”
Furious, I can only nod, my heart pounding loud in my ears as I start working on his cock. He sighs happily, sitting back to watch me, one hand gently stroking my hair.
I’m going to kill him. I’m not sure how or when, but as soon as Apple and Pytre are somewhere safe, I’m going to gut Darjun like a fish.
With a soft grunt, he floods my mouth with his cum and I swallow it, sitting back on my heels as I wipe my mouth with my sleeve.
“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he says, then he cocks his head, scratching his cheek. “But it wasn’t quite as good as last time. So, do better next time.” Darjun stares at me, his eyes wide, and I realize he’s waiting for me to say something.
“All right,” I mutter. “What about Apple and Pytre?”
“You know… I think they’ll stay in the airlock for a little while yet.”
I grind my teeth together, wanting nothing more than to reach out and throttle him with my bare hands. “Why?”
“I don’t like the way you’re looking at me right now.”
I take a deep breath and try to smooth out my expression but I’m not sure it’s working.
“Ok, now do Ekoria.”
I can only blink stupidly up at him as Ekoria stammers, “Darjun, I don’t want—”
“Come here, honey. Don’t argue with me.” The tone is light and affectionate, but all I hear is the malevolence beneath it.
Ekoria steps up to me, her eyes downcast, and lifts her skirt. Again, she’s not wearing anything underneath and I wonder if Darjun is responsible. I look up from her small limp cock and meet her beautiful eyes. Her lips twitch and I see her chest heave as she takes a steadying breath. I mouth I’m sorry and lean in to touch my lips to her shaft. She smells wonderful, her perfume floral and softly sweet, and her heart-shaped thatch of pubic hair is silky against my nose as I take her into my mouth.
Just when I think she’s not going to get hard, I feel her begin to stiffen against my tongue, and she lets out a quiet gasp. I’ve completely forgotten we have an audience, so I flinch when Darjun chuckles.
“Do you like that, Ekoria?”
“Yes,” she whispers. Is she just saying it to make Darjun happy? I roll my tongue over the head of her cock, her precum salty and mild, and cup her small, hairless balls in my hand. Even this hard, she’s barely a mouthful.
I shift my hand from her testicles to one of the soft divots behind her dick and, using my pinkie, I prod delicately at the inguinal opening. It elicits another gasp and from the way her cock hardens further, I gather she enjoys this. I switch to my index finger and push a little harder, sliding my finger into the canal and she grabs the back of my head with moan, spurring me on.
Right then I realize I’m enjoying myself too, then feel immediately guilty about it—Pytre and Apple must be terrified and here I am getting a semi.
My anger is back and with it I get a little rougher. With my finger nestled inside her, massaging the sensitive nerve endings, I tighten my lips around her shaft and begin bobbing faster, my free hand squeezing her ass as I swirl my tongue over her cockhead with every pass. Ekoria moans louder and starts thrusting into my mouth, her fingers tangled in my hair, then she lets out a small cry and shoots her load down the back of my throat. She immediately pulls away, taking a few shaky steps back as she fixes her skirt, her eyes once again averted.
“Aren’t you going to say thank you?”
I can’t tell if Darjun means me or Ekoria but then she murmurs “thank you” and it’s not clear who she’s addressing. Her cheeks are still flushed from climax but it’s the glimmer of tears in her eyes that are a punch to the gut. I feel sickened.
“So, you can give her head all you want,” Darjun says, smiling at his benevolence. “But you put your dick anywhere near that sweet ass of hers and I will cut it off. That hole is mine and mine alone. Got it?”
Darjun is going to die slowly.
I nod, my jaw clenched tight.
“You can go.”
It takes me a few seconds to get to my feet, my knees screaming in protest.
“What about my companions?”
“What about them?” Darjun grins wide and gives a little one-shouldered shrug.
I want to knock his teeth in, and it takes all my willpower to keep my hands to my sides. Without looking back, I storm off the bridge, and veer left towards the airlock, running the last few feet.
It’s empty.
No.
I feel like I’m going to be sick. Saliva pools in my mouth as I struggle to breathe around the planet-size hole in my chest. I retch, stumbling backwards into the passageway. All I can think about is the knife in my bag.
The deck seems to pitch and roll beneath my feet as I race towards the passenger cabins, nearly blind with tears of rage and horror, and stop in my tracks when I open the door.
“Asher?” Pytre blinks sleepily up at me, wincing at the harsh light pouring into the darkened room from the corridor. “What’s wrong?” Apple is sprawled out next to him, snoring with his mouth wide open, an unfortunate side effect of his mutilation by Turk’s hand.
The laugh that comes out sounds crazed, and I just fall when my legs give out, landing hard on the metal deck and hurting my palms and already bruised knees.
Pytre leaps out of bed to clutch at me, his grey eyes wide and face bloodless. “What’s wrong? Are you all right?”
I laugh again, wiping at my face with both hands and then wrap my arms around him, sobbing even harder now than when I thought they were both dead.
“You’re scaring me,” Pytre says, pushing at me, then he stops and frowns, moving his face closer to mine. I think he wants a kiss but when I lean in, I realize he’s sniffing me. “What do you smell like?”
I pull back confused. “What?”
“You smell like incense. Something sweet like that.” He sniffs at me again. “Perfume?”
For only a second I consider lying because I feel… guilty? I think about the tears in Ekoria’s eyes and I feel even worse about the momentary pleasure I’d felt with her. If circumstances were different, if it hadn’t been forced on the two of us, would I lie to Pytre and Apple then? The answer should be no, but then why am I so uncomfortable right now? It’s not like the three of us were exclusive. We’d never made any sort of promise not to stray. And what happened on the bridge… why should I feel guilty? The silence is stretching on.
Would she even come with us if I asked her to?
“What is it?” Pytre asks, hands on my shoulders.
I clear my throat and take a deep breath. “I’m going to kill Darjun.”
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