Part 2

Rhea was just dozing off to a gaggle of poorly-costumed 'pterodactyls' descending upon a scantily clad cavewoman, when a light and alarm started blinking on the otherwise silent control panel. Finally. Her chosen pirate scumbag had decided it was safe to return to the secret cache she had deciphered he kept here in the shadows of the asteroid belt. She could have just claimed back the stolen goods and ran a week ago of course… but where was the fun in that? Besides… the surviving friends and family of his latest victims had posted good money for vengeance.

She flipped all remaining systems into a state of readiness, drifting into a slightly more advantageous place to launch from on repulsors alone. Didn't want to spook the mark too soon. The ship's two silicon phalluses continued to slide in and out of her in their previous, steady rhythm; helping to keep her heartbeat steady too. Let him come to her. Just a little bit closer…

Shit! Two more signatures burst onto her sensors, closing in fast. Clearly on an attack course and planning to sweep her payday out from under her. Whether they were backstabbing former friends of the target or just honest thugs of the local law enforcement, out here it didn't matter. Rhea wasn't going to let anyone else claim her prize. She gunned her vehicle's frankly ridiculous engines and leapt out from her hideyhole with a burst of plasmic energy.

The suddenly surrounded pirate clearly had no idea how to react to this rapidly evolving situation he was in. His half-junk ship bucked and swerved with confused momentum as the initial escape route suddenly became filled with higher-tech, blazing fury. Rhea managed to wound his engines with a couple of well-placed gauss rounds before he even thought to recalibrate shields. She roared straight past him though, to chase off the rival hyenas. With the damage she'd just done, he wouldn't be going anywhere fast.

Now, however, she was headed toward two more awake and aware, and much better equipped opponents. By the look of their sleek vessels, Rhea guessed Cartel or Syndicate… Could be trouble if either got back to tell tales of who'd fucked with them. She flicked a switch or two and increased the pace of the dildos churning inside of her, up to match the energy and adrenaline she was feeling. If it was fuck or be fucked, she wanted to at least go out shrieking and moaning.

The enemy did not flinch as her ship hurtled towards them, full frontal deflectors and weaponry retargeting. That first salvo was going to be a meaty one, she could tell. Missiles, flak and crackling energy burst through the ether towards her charge. With a gut punch of G's, Rhea swerved her vessel to one side, spiralling madly and erratically. Before she did though, she left two little surprises in her wake: impulse torpedoes which launched near invisibly and would only show up on their sensors at the last possible second.

Her heart thumped beneath tinglingly erect breasts, as everything they had thrown at her indeed fell off the rear monitors. Lightning flashed through her nerves as she kept the evasive manoeuvre going and traced the path of her own weapons carefully. As expected… neither struck home. But the surprise from her opponents showed clear and true in the way they panicked and split, firing countermeasures as each headed off in opposite directions; exactly as she'd hoped.

Fancy gear and the confidence to use it then, but these were debt collectors not dog fighters. Not used to their prey fighting back too hard. Rhea smiled beneath her oxygen mask and gave herself just a moment to enjoy the sensations building up inside her, as she slipped into position behind the nearest one. She sent a barrage of gauss seeking weaknesses in his or her shield array, alerting them to the fact they were right where she wanted them. A few panicking dodges and weaves in response confirmed that this one at least really didn’t know how to shake her. It was child's play to keep them in her sights and just pick apart those layers of expensive defences.

With three short bursts and a missile, Rhea made a hole and filled it with fire. The enemy ship exploded in a flash of fuel cells and unspent ammunition, another soul sent screaming into the void. The naked mercenary bucked in her harness, feeling the heat and sweat of her body mix in with the cooler, more viscous liquid of the cockpit. There really was nothing quite like blowing up morons while her own marvellous machine screwed her to the very edge of an orgasm. Her every inch of skin crackled with electric excitement and deep waves were crashing inside.

A sudden thunder of impacts and too-late warning lights shook her back into focus though… the job wasn't done yet. It seemed like the pilot of the other ship was both better trained and slightly annoyed that she had removed their partner from existence. Rhea began moving through some standard combat dance routines while her systems checked for damage. Really she ought to at least turn down the rate at which her ass and pussy were being pounded… losing herself to a climax right now might well be a **** sentence.

But still… that wasn't really the kinda gal she was. Balancing on a knife edge in every way possible was hot. She'd rather die in the throes of a mind-melting orgasm, than pussy out any day. Better just kill this fucker fast and ride the storm to its fruition! With a sudden high-G turn that would be declared 'unsafe to attempt' in any training manual, she pitched the ship and her tail back towards the asteroid belt. Diving between the drifting, spinning space rocks, she kept an eye on the rear monitors. Yep, he or she had followed her in. They had definitely been rather fond of their now deceased comrade.

Weaving between the chaotically placed obstacles, Rhea brought up a few handy maps she had sketched out while stuck here bored for so long. She was impetuous and perpetually horny, not stupid. The idiot following her would have to be tracking on reflexes alone, while she had just the route in mind. Still, it was important to keep bobbing and ducking a possible target lock and travelling high speed through an asteroid field was not exactly easy without any extra distractions. Her arms and neck ached from the constant sharp angle turns, her vision was beginning to grey out at the edges from bloodrush and G-sickness. While all throughout: those deep, throbbing waves of sexual pleasure were swelling in her belly and womanhood.

At last she saw it. The biggest fucker of a chunk of rock and ice yet, nestled up cosily to at least three neighbours. She dived between them, yanking the stick hard to make a turn any larger or lesser vessel would simply be unable to replicate. Circling around out of sight she moaned and groaned as the world went black for a moment and her hips were **** down hard by momentum and pressure. Both large, silicon phalluses were driven deep, deep into the very centre of her… two solid lumps of something between scorching pain and soaring pleasure that somehow helped her keep consciousness.

As she came around the other side, Rhea's vision cleared to reveal exactly what she'd wanted. Her pursuer had been **** to come to a full stop, unable to even work out where she’d gone. Caught like a rat in a trap, they both knew this was done. The triumphant mercenary gave her would-be opponent a second or two to stew in the despair of it… perhaps even to build up a glimmer of hope that her weapons had failed or she’d caught a sudden plague of mercy. All the while bathing in her own body’s final rise towards its inevitable, explosive culmination.

With a long, sighing moan… she slid a trembling hand across a whole array of neon buttons in front of her. Sending an utter waste of kinetic, plasmic, fiery **** toward that cornered fool. A blinding pool of flame and **** and shrapnel burst across the forward monitor, blasting her ship backwards and battering its own shields. She trusted they would hold, but couldn’t have done anything if they didn’t anyway: Her whole mind and every nerve were consumed in an inferno of their own. A crunching, devouring, gut-punching orgasm that left her curled into a ball and just gasping for breath. There was nothing like it. No chemical-induced high or virtual reality experience illicitly made in any corner of the galaxy that could compete with the blood-pumping, adrenaline-fueled climax of a dogfight orgasm. Fuck! She loved her job…

A few minutes later, when the waves were finally beginning to recede… Rhea leisurely coasted her way over to where the original scumbag was still trying to limp away. Presumably he was desperately trying to hotwire some repairs inside his floating piece of shit. Her comms channels all began flashing with what would surely be snivelling attempts to beg, plead or bargain. Like she gave a shit. She’d got everything she needed from this dumb stain upon the universe. The mercenary ignored every hail and simply held the trigger on the gauss rifle until every light went out. Somewhere out there another piecemeal corpse floated off to join the rest of the pointless space junk spiralling around this deadend starsystem. Perhaps that would make her employers happy. Perhaps it would put to rest the ghosts he himself had left behind. Neither were her problem really.

All it meant to Rhea was another chance to reload, repair and get back out on the hunt. There were plenty more pricks out there, for a girl in need of a little more… excitement.