Assuming Command

For a moment, just a moment, you ignore Swanna and look at the Gavleth holding her. Like all of his species, he seems to be made of muscle. A dirty vest puts four scarred arms on full display, and he’s got a chin wide enough to park a freighter on. Inscrutable yellow eyes gaze upon you under a heavy brow. “And you are?”

“Makleth. I’m the cook,” he replies matter of factly. You glance around Swanna’s squirming form to see that he is indeed wearing an apron. A filthy, filthy apron.

“Are you any good at it?”

“I must be. I never hear any complaints.”

You look at his arms, which are best compared to the loaders on freight mechs, and then his nails, which have such a thick layer of grime under them that they could probably grow plants. “Well Makleth, I think that is a waste.” And a health hazard. “Someone who takes initiative like that should really be on the command track, don’t you agree?”

Makleth's grin spreads across his face. “Yeah, captain.”

“You're a fast learner.” Your attention shifts to the matter at hand.

Swanna twists and writhes in the iron grip of her usurper, her smooth skin contrasting against his rough, calloused, and absolutely unsanitary hands. Her capture happened so fast, you haven’t yet taken the time to appreciate her sensual struggles. Through the split in her jacket, her smooth stomach flows up to a heaving bosom taking deep, fast breaths. Gently, you unclasp the single button on the jacket, slowly revealing beautiful bell-shaped breasts. Nipples like chocolate chips on a mouth watering muffin peak out at you. Deliberately you pinch one of the tasty treats and pull her forward so you can whisper in her ear. “These are very hard, aren’t they?” She quivers.

Slowly, you run your hands down her sides until you reach her trousers. Sliding your fingers under her waist line, you take your time opening her pants. “Lets see how well you’re adjusting to your new situation.” Your lips brush her hair, your voice so soft it can only be heard by you and her subconscious. With a quick tug you pull apart the zipper and gaze down. You use the flaps to block anyone else from peaking. For now your prize is yours and yours alone. The crew will get their fill of, and fill, Swanna soon enough. Still, you can give them a tease

“You know, I would have guessed she shaved,” you call out to them. You press forward so you can feel the heat of her body through your skin suit. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a few frustrated crew members trying to steal a viewing of their fallen captain, but your elegant figure blocks their view. The better to build their anticipation.

Under the cover of their raucous laughter and humiliating jeers, you whisper to her again. “You almost had me.” Easily your fingers work their way through her bristly forest. Beneath her cover, you can feel the slick lips.

“There were so many ways this could have all gone wrong.” You find her clit and give it a flick, smiling as she gasps into a Makleth's paw. Giving her no respite, you plunge your fingers into a hungry slit. “I could have punched when I should have ducked. Someone could have been somewhere else at a different time. So many choices. So many ways it could have ended badly.” She groans as you work your fingers in and out. “But that’s not what happened.” You find her special spot. You can feel her body pulse in time with your movements.

“Nnnnhh…”

“I was clever. I was good. I was lucky. I won. You lost.” She jerks in one last burst of denial but the effort is stifled by Makleth. “You know how I know you lost?” She shakes her head, but there is no mistaking those moans coming from deep within the core of her soul.

“Because you're gonna cum bitch.” With a final series of vigorous thrust you finger bang an orgasm of her before the crew. Her scream of **** bliss is your cry of victory. Fitting that it comes from a vanquished foe.

With a flourish you stand aside, giving the crew full view of the exposed pirate. She slumps forward, entirely supported by Makleth, her legs turned to jelly in the wake of her submissive release. Her head hangs in shame before her former subordinates.

“Well. For my first act as captain, I designate this harlot as the crew's plaything. Wrap up the crews present for them, will you Makleth?”

“Aye captain!” With a gusto he tears away her jacket. Swanna screams denials, refusing to accept her sudden and very steep drop in rank. That’s the problem with rising to such great heights. The fall will kill you.

Makleth, having two sets of hands, naturally has two sets of cuffs. One goes around her wrists, the other her elbows. Already voluptuous, Swanna’s healthy chest is **** forward to an eager crowd who have formed a semi circle around their two new leaders and their new toy. With a shove and a squeal, Swanna stumbles forward and the crew accepts her with open arms and dropped pants. “Nooooooo-ahhgk!” She’s **** onto one of a Turnk’s penile heads. Her ass is getting slapped by two Oo’licks while a human strokes his cock behind her, deciding which hole he wants.

Swanna’s muffled moans bring a smile to your face. It’s good to see the crew accepting your leadership so swiftly. Your eye’s narrow. Maybe not all of them. A small group stands back. Talking amongst themselves. No good ever came of pirates quietly talking amongst themselves.

“Oy! Lady!” Comes a rough voice.

“Captain,” corrects Makleth as if it was always the case. He is taking to his new role quite well in your estimation.

“Right. Captain,” A Rey’la in full combat armor points into the crate. “What about her?”

Bellextra, rudely indifferent to your new promotion, has just gripped the barrel of an unknown gun and is trying to work it towards her grip. “Oh, right.” With the touch of a button the winches retract. Although you can’t hear Bellextra’s frustrated screams through the crate, you can see her face contort as the gun is flung from her grip.

“Uh, how do we get her out?” says another equally nervous voice.

“Oh that’s easy.” With a pep in your step you walk over and open the pod. Now you can hear Bellextra screaming. You suspect that Melodia can hear her all the way inside the Breaker. The crew certainly can, and a few more seem to suddenly question this new change in leadership. “At ease boys and girls,” you say to the few brave enough to point weapons at the unarmed sex ****. “I got this.” You press a button.

The volume of Bellextra’s cry doesn’t change in volume, but it does change tone as the vibrators go from denial mode to maximum intensity. Bellextra jerks back and forth in her bindings, white hot joy spraying across everything in front of her, including the data pad. Ironic that it's currently displaying a particular long and cruel edging session. The image of you holding a vibrator against her bound cock only to quickly pull it away is partially obscured by her shotgun spray of semen. After longer than most would think biologically possible, she finishes and slumps down limply. With practiced efficiency, you release her wrist cuffs and quickly lock them behind her. Caught up in the aftershocks of her earth shaking orgasm, she doesn’t even mount a token resistance.

“That’s why I’m captain," you say with your most charming smile, which if your career of successful infiltrations is any indicator, is pretty damn charming. It certainly has an effect on the inquisitive pirate; he seems to have forgotten the terror this amazon reeked upon his ship just a few days ago. "Stick with me guys, and we’ll go places. Like the dungeon. Here.”

You shove Bellextra forward into the arms of a startled crew man who knows he is very lucky, but can’t tell if it's good or bad yet. When he takes hold of her tone torso and his hands slide down her back to luscious buttocks, you suspect he’s made up his mind. For her part, Bellextra gives out a very sultry moan as he grips her. The horny little minx. She actually starts grinding against him!

As you walk out to bask in your success, there is a sudden burst of movement. Your instincts take over. Seamlessly you tumble forward into a roll, dodging a rifle but that was aimed for your head. It’s child's play for you to lash out with the stun whip, taking down the ambushing Oo’lick. Unfortunately for you, he has a friend who already has a gun trained on you.

Well, it was too good to last-

An arm that has clearly spent a lot of time cleaving meat strikes like a bolt from the heavens. The second assailant, a rather voluptuous Bantam, goes down like a sack of potatoes. “No mutiny while I’m first mate!” Ah Makleth! This is a sentient who appreciates a good thing when it falls in his lap. He must really want to see that pop festival.

The one you got with the stun whip is just starting to regain limb control. You make to restrain him, but suddenly get a better idea. “Tell you guys what,” you say addressing the crew. “Let's move this conversation of leadership to the dungeon. We’ll have a vote. Anyone who wants me as captain can have a good time fucking the ship’s new bottom bitches,” you give the recovering pirate a second lash, just as the gravity of his situation collides with the weight of his choices. “The rest can join them. Permanently.”

Who could argue with such a reasonable proposal? Well, said future bottom bitches make a good effort but the crew gags them pretty quickly. Many hands rip off gear and then clothing, leaving your two assailants bare. You must say, it is quite lucky your would-be betrayers were so attractive. The crew would be unlikely to show much enthusiasm for your proposal if the two traitors lacked the inviting cleavage of the Bantam or the iron wrought abs of the Oo'lick.

“Line them up. I want to see what we’re working with.” A trill flutters through your heart as they quickly steps to. Minions! Sure, they have a history of disloyalty, but if they’re going to be disloyal now, they're going to be disloyal to you. And so far, you have a hundred percent success rate at putting down mutinies.

Swanna, Bellextra, and the two others are brought before you and **** to their knees. They all squirm and struggle, but unsympathetic hands hold them in place as you commence your inspection. You casually glance over Bellextra. You really have broken her. Of all of them, she is the most accepting and the least concerned about what happens next. If anything, her appraising eye’s gaze across the crew with anticipation. Before a few days ago, those eyes would be seeking targets of opportunity and weak prey, but now you notice how her gaze lingers on the exposed organs of the pirates.

Swanna is next. Drool drips down her chin onto her chin and someone gave her a nice pearl necklace. The shock has set in and she looks down at the floor downtrodden. She’ll need some cheering up and fortunately for her, it looks like she is about to become way more popular.

You spend a little more time looking over the next two. The male looks like a real hunk. Strong pecs flex as he tries to get away from the firm caresses of several of the female members of the crew. You can see why they’re excited. Abs you could use as a grindstone and an ass you could bounce a credit chit off of. Not to mention his most important asset, an 12 inch cock. Appropriately, its not limp. It twitches, practically begging to be whipped and clamped.

Finally you get to the Bantam. Her spots pulse and shift as you draw a finger along her smooth scalp. Wide eyes stair up at you and her pouty lip trembles, as though she wants to say something. You easily dissuade her by sliding your finger down to her lips, her hot breath kissing your fingers. Sentient species throughout the galaxy can reveal so much with their eyes. Hopes, fears, the dreams of sentience, and proof of the gods of gods. Right now though, all this one is doing is staring at your cleavage. You can’t blame her. It’s pretty good cleavage. You twist a lusty nipple, sending and excited pulse along her markings, and walk away.

You get halfway to the hangar exit before you pause. You half turn, your hands on your hips, your breasts and ass perfectly profiled, your long legs crossed just so. “The dungeon is this way right? What are you all waiting for?” The crew surges past you, the unfortunate playthings in tow. This captain thing isn’t so hard.

“Melodia, get Alexa. We’re going to the dungeon!”