"There's more."

"There's more. The first guy, Sarantos, smuggled me into the cell of a young woman named Laena, who apparently is some sort of half-****, half-concubine. There's one for every vassal planet in the kingdom. I listened to her story, and it's really not good. Apparently, the king let half a billion people starve for a month on her desert planet, just to punish the girl for a minor disobedience. And that was just part of it. These girls are abused in the worst kind of way."

"Fuck that asshole!" Stan yelled. "We must find out where they keep the Princess, rescue her and leave this planet like super quick!".

"Unfortunately, we can't. The Empire needs the king's navy, and if Assertos doesn't get to marry Yulia," she explained, "he will probably just kill the three of us and switch sides to the Yzikians."

Stan sighed.

"So what can we do? She's so fucked."

Captain Joamo shook her head.

"He's already tried to bed her, but religious tradition about marriage is strong on Tasim-4, so he's been kept away by the high priests. They're the only ones he respect."

"No, I mean that she's out of luck, not literally fucked," Stan replied, "but I guess that's good news at least."

"Yeah..." Serrah said.

"But we need to come up with a plan. How can we fix this. Think, Stan, think!" he said to himself. Since the procedure he had been struggling to focus on things.

"Don't worry, Stan," Serrah said. "We already have a great plan!"

"We do?"

"Yeah, it's foolproof, really. I made it myself. Sarentos brought us a uniform, so all I need is for you to try it on."

She pointed to a neatly folded pair of red pants, a white shirt and a blue jacket, plus matching black boots. It looked silly, like something out of ancient history.

Stan shrugged and started to undress. He could almost feel the brunette's eyes lingering on his body as he stripped down to his boxer briefs. He rubbed his upper, right arm, where Yzikian plasma bolt had burned him in its near miss. It felt as good as new, but had developed a cool scar. Awesome!

Although Serrah enjoyed the view of his lean, strong body, she quickly grew impatient.

"Put it on," she said, "it needs to fit for the plan to work."

"Okay," Stan replied and began to dress. Luckily, everything seemed almost tailor-made for him.

"Great, you could definitely pass for a local soldier," Serrah said, still sitting upright in bed, halfway under the sheets. "A very handsome soldier."

Stan looked great in the uniform. He'd never been in the armed forces, and the only uniform he'd worn was that of his prison. This fit surprisingly well on his body. He could get used to it.

"Fantastic, that means we're all set for tomorrow, actually," the captain said and smiled, "which means we have time to remove some of our stress."

"Stress?" he asked, confused.

"Yes," she continued, "it's been a couple of stressful few days for me, and I'm sure you too have a lot of pent up energy?"

"What about the plan? Aren't you going to tell me about it?"

"All in good time," she said, "we have important things to do."

With that she threw her sheets on the floor, revealing her luscious, naked body to him.

Stan had been struggling with carnal temptation before, and this moment was no different. On the one hand, the princess was in trouble, and time was running out. He didn't really know her, but he really wanted to be her boy toy. On the other hand, the naked woman in the bed in front of him was drop dead gorgeous, and he'd had blue balls since the surprise attack on the spaceship.

"I can feel my stress levels decreasing already," Serrah said as he shed his uniform in record time. His hot body was such a turn on for her, and she felt herself getting wet almost instantly as he climbed onto the mattress. Wrapping her legs around, she pulled him in for a kiss. The large limb between his legs pressed into her thigh, and she felt it getting harder by the second.

"This is not according to protocol," the dutiful and honest part of her brain insisted. "You are illegally using the princess' assistant for your own personal pleasure."

Yet she reached down and wrapped her hand around his thick member.

"If I don't do this, he will be overwhelmed by her and perform badly," the other, more fun part of her brain replied. "The stud must be kept fully fit and ready for the plan to work. I'm only doing my duty for the Empire."

He reached down and began to play with her clit, while they kissed passionately. His huge cock was now like throbbing steel in her hand. She jerked him slowly, feeling the impressive weight of it in her hands.

"You're are absolutely right," the dutiful part of her brain concluded.

Stan slid two fingers inside, causing her to moan loudly. She was wet, so very wet, and his fingers made squishy sounds as they slid in and out. He soon began to rub against the wrinkly spot within her cunt, and she instinctively spread her legs wider.

"Yes, an excellent assessment of the current situation," all parts of her brain said in unison.

She sighed and enjoyed the deep tissue massage his expert digits were giving her. When he nuzzled her ear and kissed his way down her neck and shoulders, she felt shivers going down her spine. It did not take long before she felt the inner parts of her pussy relax and open up somewhat around his fingers.

Wasting no time, she whispered in his ear, "I'm ready," and he nodded.