Spaceport (multi-author series)
by Anne Kane
Changeling Press
eBook BIN: 05576-01786
Four years ago, Hunter met a woman on Rigerion IV and spent the night with her. When he discovers that she is the captain of one of the most brazen pirate ships in this quadrant, he makes it his personal goal to track her down and punish her. she was bred to be a submissive sex slave, so punishment just makes her hot! What's a cyborg to do?
Chapter One
“Deploy the aft lazar array! Now!” Kayla jerked her body hard to the right, her neural implants signaling the ship to mimic her actions. She felt a grudging respect for the captain of the Intrepid as they narrowly avoided another volley from its photon cannons. This wasn’t the first battle the two ships had engaged in, but if she didn’t catch a lucky break soon, it might be the last.
“The primary engines are overheating! We need to shut them down before they blow.” Aygar, her second-in-command threw her a panicked look as he diverted more coolant to the engines. “They’ve been at redline too long.”
“If we drop to secondary engines, we might as well surrender now.” Kayla tossed her head back to clear the unruly red tresses from her eyes. “We’ll make a run for the asteroid field. If we can slip between the orbiting rubble, the Intrepid will have to break off. They can’t maneuver that big mother of a ship in such close quarters.”
Aygar nodded, his expression grim. He’d never let her down, and Kayla knew he’d do his best to hold the ship together until they reached safety.
For a while, it looked like they might just pull it off. Kayla dared to hope. The asteroid field loomed close. The Intrepid kept up a steady barrage of fire, but with her enhanced reactions, she managed to dodge the more lethal shots.
“There!” She maneuvered the ship between two chunks of space debris, a triumphant grin dying on her lips at the sudden silence. Shit! “Bring the secondary engines online. Now, damn it!”
“Aye, Captain.”
Too late. The Intrepid’s bulk swooped in to block their only escape route. “Damn. Damn. Damn!” Kayla slammed her fist down on the weapons’ console in front of her, gritting her teeth in frustration. Escape had been so close!
“Sorry, Captain. Those engines should have been replaced, or at least overhauled two standard years ago. I told you they were in rough shape.” Aygar stared glumly at the massive warship on the forward display screen. “Now what are we going to do?”
Kayla closed her eyes, letting out a heavy sigh. It wasn’t his fault. She’d gambled on those engines and lost. “Now we hope Hunter’s in a good mood.”
* * *
“So nice of you to join me.” He looked even more intimidating in person than he had in the video conference, if that was possible. Hunter loomed over her, his massive frame dwarfing her own generous proportions. Immense ropes of muscle strained against the tight material of his Alliance uniform, and those piercing blue eyes seemed to look right through her to her innermost secrets.
Hunter was the type of male she’d been bred to crave, bred to satisfy in every conceivable way. Bred to fuck. An alpha-male cyborg. Kayla suppressed the shudder of pure lust that swept through her. Now was not the time to let her genetic programming overcome years of hard work.
She schooled her features to a bland calm. “You didn’t leave me a whole lot of alternatives.”
“No I didn’t, did I.” The smile that curved his lips held no humor. “I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you.” Taking a step forward, he grasped her wrists and slapped on a set of immobilizer cuffs. She could feel the effects immediately, draining her arms of their ability to move. At least he hadn’t set the damn things to maximum. He turned to the man at his side. “Blake, take her down to my stateroom and set the cuffs to high. That should keep her out of trouble until I’m done with her crew. And the damned Alliance paperwork.”
Blake looked up at his commanding officer. “Don’t you need to log her as one of the prisoners?”
Hunter gave a negative movement of his head. “She and I have unfinished business. As far as the Alliance is concerned, the captain of the pirate ship Defiant didn’t survive the attack.”
“But…” Blake’s voice trailed off as Hunter stared pointedly at him. “Okay then. Your stateroom it is.” Taking her by the arm, Blake led Kayla out of the landing bay.
The walk to Hunter’s stateroom was longer than she expected, down corridor after long corridor. The place was a maze of intersecting passages and zero G drop tubes. By the time Blake palmed the control panel to the captain’s stateroom, she was sure she’d never be able to find her way back to the bridge.
“The captain is a good guy.” Blake didn’t sound very sure of the fact. “He must have a reason for keeping your presence a secret from the Alliance.”
Yeah. Like he intended to punish her personally for all the time he’d spent chasing her around the galaxy. Every time she’d turned around, the Intrepid had been there, harassing her. Somewhere back in the last double moon phase, she’d started to wonder if it were personal. Still, the idea of being turned over to the Alliance didn’t thrill her, so for now she’d play nice.
“Could you take these cuffs off? I hate the way they make my arms feel. I promise I’ll stay here and wait for the captain.” She tried out one of her most charming smiles. Sometimes her breeding paid off. “I’d never find my way around this ship anyways.”
“Sorry. Captain ordered full immobilization, and he likes to be obeyed. You might want to find a comfortable spot before I set them.”
“No!” Kayla took a step backward, a ball of dread coalescing in her belly. She knew her fear showed on her face, and she didn’t care. “I promise I’ll be good. Please, don’t do that.”
Blake had the grace to look upset, but he shook his head. “Captain’s orders. No way I can ignore them and stay on this ship. If you lie down on the bed first, it won’t be so bad.”
Not so bad? Obviously, the SOB had never had immobilizer cuffs used on him! They literally froze the entire nervous system and left the victim unable to do so much as blink. The crèche where she’d spent her first ten years had been fond of using them to discipline the girls when they didn’t jump fast enough to obey orders. Sex slaves were expected to obey without hesitation, and they were all bred to be sex slaves. Submissive sex slaves.
Kayla had been a very stubborn child, and she’d spent more time in those cuffs than she cared to remember. So, she knew. They were bad, really bad. But she wouldn’t beg. She never begged. Taking a deep breath, she schooled her features to show no emotions as she sat down and let the chair mold itself to her shape. Satisfied with the fit, she held out her arms.
“I really am sorry.” The discomfort on Blake’s face afforded her a small amount of satisfaction. “Are you sure you don’t want to lie on the bed? The captain could be awhile.”
Not likely. The last thing she wanted was to have Hunter walk in and see her lying spread-eagled on his bed like some sort of pagan sacrifice. “No thank you. This will be just fine.”
“Okay then.” Blake shrugged, a baffled look on his face. He obviously didn’t get it. Reaching forward, he programmed the cuffs.
* * *
Kayla stared at the wall in front of her. She didn’t have a choice. The paralysis induced by the immobilizer cuffs was all-encompassing. She staved off panic by repeating the galactic table of probabilities in her head, a trick she’d learned early in childhood. If the situation was too horrible to contemplate, force your mind to concentrate on something else. She’d found something bland and repetitive always worked best.
A loud thump let her know someone was approaching. She let a tiny edge of annoyance creep into her consciousness. It had been hours since Blake had left her here to await Hunter’s arrival. As the captain of a captured vessel, albeit a pirate one, she deserved some respect.
Hunter appeared in the doorway, and despite her resolve to stand firm Kayla felt her body responding to his rugged sex appeal. Cyborgs were common these days, and Hunter was a prime example of why someone would pay good money to throw away part of their humanity. Ropes of thick muscle covered his entire body. Towering over her at almost seven feet, he appeared perfectly capable of bench pressing a small spaceship, and he probably was.
He lifted one eyebrow when he saw her seated in the chair. “Stubborn, are you? I’m not surprised. You’ve led me on quite a dance across the galaxy and back these past few years. Gave me time to study you.”
Lovely. A monologue. Not like he expected her to answer with these damn cuffs on. She couldn’t do more than follow his luscious body with her gaze as he crossed the room.
“That chair is comfortable, but I’d hazard a guess you’re starting to feel a bit cramped. It’s okay. You’ll be stretched out soon enough.” He walked past her and pulled out a large drawer. She couldn’t see what was in it, but the metallic clunking sounds indicated he wasn’t planning to change his clothing. “Ah, these will do nicely.” He turned around, and she saw the magnetic cuffs dangling from his hand.
Hunkering down in front of her, he quickly snapped a cuff around each wrist and ankle before deactivating the immobilizers. Kayla let out a groan as muscles that hadn’t moved in hours suddenly responded to the increased blood flow. “Damn you!” The pain intensified, and it was all she could do not to scream in agony.
“You should have lain on the bed, as I’m sure Blake told you. It would have been much easier on your body.”
“I know.” She gritted her teeth, and glared up at him. “If you’d seen fit to leave the damn immobilizer cuffs off, it would have been even easier. Where did you think I’d go?”
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Hard to say. You’ve proved surprisingly inventive during the three solar years it’s taken me to track you down. I’m not taking any chances on you slipping away while I deal with Alliance red tape.”
“Three years? I only started to notice you less than two years ago.” She stared at him, stunned. “What did I do to make you want me so bad?”
He arched one eyebrow at her. “I’m getting the impression you don’t remember our last encounter.”
“When you almost crippled my ship in the Tanager system?”
He shook his head. “Our last face-to-face meeting.”
Kayla stared at him blankly. Face-to-face? This was the first time he’d managed to catch up to her. Did he mean on the holo-vid screen?
“You were much younger then.” He plucked her out of the chair as if she weighed less than a meteor bite, and strode across the room to the far wall. While she was sighing with relief at the receding pain in her limbs, he pulled her arms above her head. The magnetic cuffs immediately bonded to the metal wall of the stateroom. Frowning, he moved them out a bit. “There. That’s better. Nicely spread for my appreciation.”
Well, crap! She didn’t see that one coming, and the dark gleam in Hunter’s eyes didn’t bode well.
“I must be losing my touch. You seemed quite happy with my attention back then, even asked for more, if I recall.” He squatted down, grasped an ankle in each hand and spread her legs wide. Rising, he cocked his head and studied her spread body with the intense satisfaction of a ship’s cat who’d just cornered its prey.
Kayla stifled a whimper at the feeling of total helplessness, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.
“There, that’s more like it. Are you sure you don’t remember me?” Humor edged his voice. “Think hard.”
Kayla narrowed her eyes, trying to figure out what he was talking about. Although she’d never admit it, his sex appeal sent her libido soaring. If she’d met him before, she doubted she’d have forgotten those sensual dark eyes or his amazingly muscular body.
“Haven’t got it yet?” A ghost of a smile played around the edges of his mouth. “Let me see if I can jog your memory.” Taking a step back, he studied her. “I think we’ll start with your breasts.”
“My breasts?” her voice echoed in confusion.
“Yes.” He took a step forward and grasped the neckline of her uni-suit in both hands. With a careless twist of his wrists, he ripped the fabric apart, baring her to the waist. “They’re just as plump and tasty-looking as I remember. Of course, I didn’t have the time to appreciate them back then.” He turned to rummage in the drawer again.
“Okay, enough with the games.” This had to be the most bizarre interrogation in the whole of Allied space. Despite the submissive tendencies bred into her at the crèche, maybe it was time to be more aggressive. The deal had been her surrender in turn for letting her crew go free. “I demand you turn me over to the Alliance, or else let me go. You can’t keep me here against my will.”
He turned to face her, and her eyes widened in shock at the sight of a set of nipple clamps dangling from his fingers. A darkly wicked grin sent a curl of lust dancing up her spine.
“What you mean is that I shouldn’t, because I definitely can.”
After crossing the floor, he stood before her and tilted his head to study her naked breasts. In the artificially cool air of the cabin, her nipples were tight little pebbles betraying her arousal. Hunter caressed one, then the other, his fingers kneading the soft flesh until Kayla whimpered in need. Taking one of the clamps, he cupped her left breast in his hand and paused.
At least it wasn’t one of those ones with the metal teeth. The clamps were small, almost feminine looking, and the jaws were padded with synthetic rubber that molded itself to an object. In this case, her breast. Hunter stroked the cold metal down her breast, and despite her fear, a delicious shiver of pure lust danced down her spine. Her body reacted with a century of genetic manipulation designed to make her the perfect sex slave. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt too much.
As if he could read her mind, Hunter grinned. “The rubber makes sure there aren’t any marks left to mar those pretty little breasts. But don’t worry, they sting every bit as much as the old metal types.” His eyes sparkled with anticipation as he closed the tiny clamp over her left nipple.
Kayla let out a startled yelp at the sudden pain. It really shouldn’t turn her on so much. She could feel the rush of liquid to her sex. Hunter’s nostrils flared, and she knew he could smell it too.
“It might be interesting to have you traced. Your DNA, I mean. You’re obviously a very high caliber sex slave, and yet you’ve been running around the galaxy for over a decade now, plundering and pillaging at will.” His eyes took on a speculative glint. “Were you really the old pirate queen’s protégé, or her pet who turned on her and took control of the ship?”
Kayla lifted her chin in outrage. The man had no idea how offensive that suggestion was. Jayco had been everything to her, rescuing her from the crèche where she’d been bred and raised to be the perfect submissive. She’d barely hit puberty when the pirate queen had swooped in to raid the breeding facilities. Most of the girls were so indoctrinated into the ways of a submissive they’d been happy to be auctioned off on Spaceport Adana, and Jayco had made a pretty penny on their sale.
Kayla was different. She had a stubborn streak wider than the asteroid belt surrounding the twin moons of Los Reges, and spent more time in the punishment cells than any of the six other slaves combined.
For some reason, Jayco had taken a liking to her and brought her on board to raise as her own progeny. She taught her to keep her voracious sexual appetites in check with a never-ending series of one-night stands in the shady taverns and dives that thrived in every part of the galaxy. There was always a male willing to meet her needs.
Kayla sucked in a startled breath, her eyes widening as the memory of one of those males flashed into her mind. It had been over a decade ago, just after Jayco had died. He’d lacked the cybernetic enhancements back then. “Tango Alpha Base Nine!”
A wry grin crossed Hunter’s lips. “It took you long enough. My ego was beginning to flounder.”
“You missed me so much you’ve spent the last decade hunting me down?” Kayla stared at him.
“You walked out on me. No goodbye, nothing.” Hunter slammed a hand against the wall beside her head, his eyes suddenly cold dark pits of anger. His voice though, remained calm and even. “When I woke up, you were just gone. I don’t recall giving you permission to leave.”
“It was a casual encounter.” She frowned at him. “Women do it all the time. Meet a male, have some fun, leave when they’re finished.”
“Well, you left the wrong male that time.” There was no playfulness in his voice now. “I wasn’t done with you. When the Alliance formed a special unit to deal with the skyrocketing rates of space piracy, I jumped at the chance to track you down. And now, here you are. At my mercy.” His voice softened as he stroked the other breast, reaching for the second nipple clamp.
“Ummm… sorry?” Kayla didn’t know what to say. She remembered him now. He’d been a lanky space cadet with the stamina of a horse. It had been a wonderful encounter, but she knew better than to dwell on it.
Get in, get laid, get out. Jayco’s advice had never steered her wrong. Until now.
“Oh, you’ll be sorry all right. Even then, I could tell that you were a bred sex slave. The pheromones in your musk are unmistakable. Now I finally have you in my custody, and I intend to keep you as my personal sex slave. It appears your training was never completed, and I’m just the man to take care of that oversight.”
Daggers of liquid heat washed across the surface of her skin as he ran his tongue down the side of her neck, pausing to nip at the sensitive hollow of her throat. Damn, she was so out of her league here!
“Why did you tell the Alliance I was dead?” Kayla couldn’t help the quaver in her voice.
“Because you are. Or at least, pirate queen Kayla of the infamous ship Defiant is. From now on you are my property.”
The guy was truly crazy if he thought she’d sit still for that. “In that case, I may as well be dead.”
He raised one of those beautifully sculpted brows. “You might wish you were by the time I’m finished with you.” He reached for a laser knife, and carefully sliced her pants open from waist to heel down each leg, then peeled them off and tossed the ruined material aside.
Kayla failed to control a massive shiver as the cool cabin air caressed her skin. Biting her lower lip, she refused to give Hunter the satisfaction of a complaint. He knew all about her breeding, her background. Her body had been responding to him since the moment she’d stepped foot on the Intrepid.
Fine. He could do whatever he wanted to her body, and it would respond with all the enthusiasm programmed into her genetic code. But he’d never get her. Kayla. The woman who’d captained the Defiant with as much skill and expertise as any man in the Alliance. She had a feeling that meant nothing to Hunter, but to her it meant everything.
Sooner or later an opportunity would present itself, and she’d be out of here so fast there’d be nothing but space dust to show she’d even existed. And, since he’d reported her to be dead, she’d be free to start a new life, perhaps on Spaceport Adana. She’d bet there were lots of opportunities there for a woman of her many talents.
“You’re ready for me already. I can smell it.” Satisfaction laced Hunter’s voice, and he ran a hand down her belly and over her mound. Heat curled in her belly as he slipped one finger between the moist lips of her sex and into the slick channel.
“Looks like you’re ready yourself.” It took a huge effort to sound flippant as she eyed up the bulging material covering his groin.
“Always.” He withdrew his finger, and Kayla had to bite her lip to stop the protest that rose to her lips. Breeding be damned, she wanted that cock. Badly.
Taking a step back, he peeled off his uniform to reveal a splendid male cyborg in his prime. Wide shoulders topped a muscular chest. His stocky figure was all muscle, heavy ropes of it covering every inch of him. His cock rose thick and long from the nest of dark curls at his groin. Kayla gulped. It had been way too long since her last R&R.
Stepping forward, Hunter plucked the nipple clamps off, then tossed them to the bed, and Kayla gasped as the returning blood sent a burn of pain stabbing through her. He lowered his head, and she steeled herself for more pain, but he swirled his tongue around the nipple in a gentle caress that sent pleasure swirling alongside the pain.
“Sweet. Just the way I like them,” he mumbled around the mouthful of breast.
Sliding two fingers into her sex, he proceeded to finger-fuck her until she squirmed in mindless pleasure while he licked and suckled at her breasts. The pressure built; erotic flashes of sensation that sent her soaring higher and higher. She ground her hips against his hand, whimpering in helpless lust as he stroked his fingers in and out.
Hunter lifted his head, nostrils flaring wide. “Damn, you’re every bit as good as I dreamt you’d be.”
Kayla struggled to keep her voice even. What she really wanted to do was impale herself on that big cock of his and ride him hard. “You’re okay yourself.”
“Okay? Give me a break.” Hunter snorted, a taunting smile on his lips. “You want me to plant my cock deep into that tight little sex of yours, and fuck you until you can’t see straight. Lucky for you, that’s exactly what I plan to do.”
Without giving her a chance to react, he grasped her hips with both hands and pulled her toward him. His cock bumped against her wet entrance, and Kayla whimpered as the cuffs stopped her from impaling herself on his stiff shaft. Unrestrained lust swept through every nerve in her body.
Hunter hesitated a moment, locking his gaze on her face, and then he rocked his hips, driving his cock deep into her tight sex, stretching it further than it had ever been stretched before. While she moaned and squirmed, he started to shaft her with long deep strokes, sending shivers of deliciously erotic delight coursing through every nerve.
The pleasure continued to build in a fiery pyre that consumed her, flaming through every one of her senses until it exploded in an orgasm so powerful Kayla thought it would rip her right off the wall. Wave after wave of pleasure burned through her, so intense it bordered on pain.
Hunter let out a roar of triumph and slammed into her one final time, his cock jerking as his hot sperm jetted deep inside her. “Damn you, Kayla, this time I’m never letting you go.”
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