It was quiet and still when she awoke. Very still. Something was very wrong. There was no hiss and hum of life support felt all wrong, too close, the wrong pitch, there was far more of a whine than there should be. There was an awful taste in her mouth, and her body ached in ways she couldn’t really describe;the pain of the stunstick was fresh in her mind, she must have spasmed when she got hit with it, she rationalised. She opened her eyes. Wherever she was it was dark and cool. For a second she struggled to process where she was, nothing really seemed to make sense as her brain unscrambled itself. Her arms were almost pinned to her sides. Something was right in front of her, realisation dawned that she was in something the size and shape of a coffin right as the lid in front of her split into two halves, and with a mechanical whirr the halves moved completely out of her way.
It was a travel pod. She knew about them in a vague sense, mostly designed for longer journeys, or any period where it was best someone was kept unconscious. She thought back to the last thing she remembered and wondered how much time had passed since then. If it was the last thing she did she’d be back to wipe the grins off Humpty and Dumpty’s faces. Not wanting to waste more time than she had to to start a grand scheme for petty vengeance she stood quickly and almost vomited as the world tilted around her. She was completely off balance, and she could feel the churning nausea of real gravity. She had to be planetside. There was no other explanation, nothing else set her off this fast or this badly, not even when the gravity generators aboard her ship misaligned leaving her trapped in a tin can full of a constant shifting mess of pockets of directionality. Right now she wanted to keep falling forwards and her weight distribution on her feet was all wrong, as if she barely knew her own body any more.
The tiled floor was cold underfoot and she could barely see, the whole room illuminated by the travel pod’s control panel and a faint yellow-orange glow that seemed to be coming from small panels installed around ankle height around the room, little more than a nightlight really. It was only as she began to stumble round in the darkness, her head swimming as she struggled to maintain her balance, that she realised she was completely naked; she cursed quietly to herself in the darkness torn between finding clothing, and finding a light to see what was going on. In the end she decided lighting was the sane option, as it turned out a small panel near the door illuminated by a thin ring of the same yellow-orange changed the lighting in the room from the ankle height nightlights to a soft warm illumination from an overhead panel that seemed to take up the entire ceiling. She looked around her, the place appeared to be a sparsely furnished bedroom; there were a few low metal chests of drawers that turned out to be locked as she examined them, a double bed, and in one corner a small ensuite with a walk-in shower that was separated from the room as a whole by large panes of a transparent material. The lack of windows said prison cell, but the place was too nice for that, after all, what kind of prison cell had a personal shower that large, or what looked like a very comfortable double bed? Nothing else being to hand she grabbed the cover off the bed, and managed to fashion something that could generously be said to cover her modesty by wrapping it around herself. It was in all honesty a little tight, but given there seemed to be nothing else in the room to work with it would be the best she could do for now; at least it had the advantage of being comfortable and warm, whoever had put her here certainly wasn’t cheaping out on the basics it seemed.
Gingerly she approached the door and with a near imperceptible hiss it slid open, receding into the wall; beyond the door she found herself in a hallway, something domestic by the size of it but it still felt cavernous next to the crawlspaces and maintenance ducts of her ship. What she could see in the darkness showed this to have the same anonymously bland decor, and the same lack of windows the room had had. Terracotta coloured floor tiles, ankle height nightlights, and cream coloured walls said the place was either new, rented, or owned by someone with imagination that stretched only as far as the decorators of timeshare apartments in southern Europe. Only one thing gave her any kind of clue as to where she might want to head. Distant muffled speech came from her left, and at the end of the corridor she could see the walls intermittently reflecting light her way.
She stopped and thought for a second. She clearly wasn’t in any danger, she thought, whoever had brought her here had had plenty of opportunity to do whatever they wanted to her. If they were going to kill her she would be long dead already…unless they enjoyed hunting people. She shook the thought from her mind. Gripping the bedcover around her tightly she edged forwards towards the sound and light.
Cursory glances at the rooms she passed revealed little. A moderately sized kitchen, a dining room, a couple of open storage rooms. All bland and uninteresting, the sort of places that appeared in catalogues and nowhere else. She made it to the end of the corridor, and she could see that the light and sound were clearly coming from some sort of screen. She made to poke her head around the corner when the lights came on at full brightness, blinding her for an instant, and she gave out a yelp as she reflexively covered her eyes.
“Normal people would have just shouted to see if anyone was around, you know.” said an oddly familiar voice.
She blinked a few times, and waited for her vision to adjust to the light. It took her an instant to recognise the man sat on a brown sofa in the middle of the beige TV room “…YOU!”
“Nice to see you remember me.” said the man. He paused whatever was on the screen to look at her. “Love the outfit, by the way, very classy. Low cut flight suits not cutting it any more?”
“Just….tell me where my clothes are so I can get out of here and can go back to imagining you don’t exist.”
“Now that’s no way to treat an old friend, Amanda, let alone an old flame…”
“We were at best not even fuck buddies, more fuck acquaintances…..no….you know what, never mind. I don’t have time for this.”
“Believe me, Amanda, you have more time than you realise.”
She looked at him, summoning up all the anger five and a half feet of lightweight blonde pilot can muster. “Clothes, Remy.”
“Why don’t you come and sit down for a second, what’s the harm?”
“I left you for a reason. Now I’m leaving again. Clothes.”
She saw a twitch in his face. It dawned on her in an instant that she may have pushed things just a little too far. “Left me?” his face twisted into something much uglier. “You got me to ‘seal a leak’ in the escape pod and fired me off onto an uninhabited world in a barely trafficked system!”. He rose from his seat and advanced on her, rage turning his face bright red.
Amanda took a couple of steps back as he advanced, her back finding a wall much sooner than she’d hoped. He kept moving in, and loomed over her, leaning into her with his weight on a hand he leant against the wall just over her shoulder. “Look,” she said, a little more pleadingly than she would have liked, “You got out of there safely enough, you’re here, there’s no harm done is there?”
“Did you even bother to check where I landed?”
Amanda ran through her memories for a second, and gambled, “Paralam IV?”
His face became uglier still. “You can’t even get the system you left me to die in right. I landed on Prytox Prime. Poisonous atmosphere…”
“Oh come on, you had a suit, you were perfectly safe…”
“And rain so acidic it began to eat away the ship.”
“…that, I grant you, is possibly more of a problem.”
“For two WEEKS,” he shouted in her face, flecks of spittle hitting Amanda’s face, “I went to sleep each night listening to the pitter patter of rain on the hull, never quite resting as every few hours I got a new alert for some external system that had melted, or internal damage. It was only luck that a JMC asteroid miner transited through the system before the comm system gave out!”
“…I’m sorry. Okay, I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you. I’m just….I’m not built to work WITH somebody, okay.” She was deliberately attempting to be soothing, sweet, “But you made it, and I’m glad you didn’t get hurt. She ran a free hand over his cheek, softly, and saw him close his eyes, breathing deep from her scent.”
He breathed out, slowly, dreamily. “I wish you meant a word of that. I wish you weren’t trying to play me like a cheap banjo right now. I wish I could trust a single word out of your mouth.” He opened his eyes again, and there was a cold fury boring down on her.
She chuckled nervously. She knew when she was reaching the end of her luck. She didn’t know where she was, she was barely capable of standing let alone running, and words that would have had other men eating out of her hand only seemed to be driving Remy insane. “Look, we’ve clearly got off on the wrong f–MMPH!” she said before being silenced as Remy’s free hand clamped over her mouth and nose.
WIth her air cut off she tried to wriggle free but only succeeded in having his hand clamp even more firmly over her face. In a panic she raised her hands to try and pry him off, letting the bedcover fall to the floor. Her hands locked around his wrist, but she was only now realising just how drained of energy she really was.
He smirked at her, looking down at her body as she struggled to find her next breath. “Now that’s the first honest thing I’ve seen from you this evening,” he said as she frantically tried to use her palms to push him off her, “Now let’s see if we can go for a second.” With this he took his right hand off the wall, now leaning his full weight on her through the hand on her face, pinning her head to the wall painfully, licked his fingers, and began to trace a line with them downwards from her belly button.
Amanda’s eyes widened. She wasn’t above using sec to get what she wanted, but there was no way she was going to let him violate her for his own amusement. Her lungs burned, but she took her hands off the one around her mouth and nose, attempting to block the hand that unhurriedly was tracing its way down across her stomach. She tried to make indignant noises, she rotated her hips, and crossed her legs, just trying to get out of the way.
She couldn’t believe he’d do this, the Union had strict penalties for whatever it was he planned to do, and she’d see that he ended up suffering every one of them if he carried on. In the end there was only so long she could keep her hands defending herself before finally moving back to the hand blocking her breathing, finally prying a single finger off enough to get a quick gasped breath.
She was all indignation, all anger, all impotent rage and then his fingers found their target even as she tried to clamp her thighs as closed as she could. At the slightest touch she felt something in her mind give in. She sighed slightly as the tension and rage vanished like a wave breaking on the shore. She wanted to be angry, she wanted to hate but the thoughts spilled from her mind like sand slipping between the fingers of a hand. Keeping the pressure firmly on her he toyed with her. Gently running his fingers up and down her slit, gently circling her hooded and rapidly swelling clit. Tears ran from her eyes as her whole body relaxed at his touch.
She looked into his eyes, and the world unfolded with a dreamlike slow motion quality in front of her. He removed his hand from her mouth and instead of shouting a string of obscenities all she could manage was a plaintive whine at the absence of his touch. The fingers parted her lips gently, allowing him to run a finger along their insides. She almost doubled over at the sensation. Somewhere at the back of her mind something was screaming at her. He’d been a boring lover when they’d last met, she knew he couldn’t have changed this much but her ability to comprehend what was happening was slipping away. She re-angled her hips to face him, pushing outwards slightly to try and allow more of him inside her.
He smiled at her as she panted slightly, unable to verbalise anything to him beyond small gasps as his fingers explored deeper within her. “Now, that’s the first bit of honesty I’ve seen on your slutty little face in quite some time. You’d have made a better whore than a smuggler and thief…at least then when you fucked people over they’d have been happy about it.” Her face was flushed, she wanted to talk back to him but the words tumbled over each other in her mind and as she opened her mouth all she could manage were squeaks and giggles of pleasure.
Now her legs were open, and her hips were angled towards him Remy stepped up a gear, moving from two fingers to three, and using his thumb to apply pressure to Amanda’s clit almost continuously. Amanda’s eyes rolled back into her head, and she threw her head back, hips thrust out and moving in time with Remy’s rhythm. Now free to breathe, and relieved of even the slightest concept of protecting herself her hands moved almost by themselves one flat against the wall, almost pushing her forward even more into Remy, the other massaging her breasts, rolling and pinching a nipple between thumb and finger as the rest of her body began not just to thrust into Remy but undulate with the motions of his hand. She moved in one gasping roll from the soles of her feet to her head.
“Oh, you like this don’t you?”
For a second the image of herself in an airlock came to mind and she watched herself from comfortable safety, screaming, begging, and pleading. Her mouth making the shape of a thousand unvoiced rage-filled noes as she did all she could to break free. Tears rolled down this other her’s face but she did not stop, even in the face of the obvious futility. Outside in the real world as she began to double up under the steady and targeted massage between her thighs she managed to gather enough composure to speak.
“Yes.” was all she could manage weakly in between sucking down all the air she could.
“You’re going to need to be louder than that if you want to cum.”
In her mind she turned away from the image of the her in the airlock, though she could still hear the dull pounding. Surfacing from the images she opened her eyes and looked up into his once more, finally able to focus. It was a simple question, all she had to do was answer, why did she hesitate so much. She wanted him, she wanted him so much. She wanted to please him, to be pleased by him, to worship him.
“Yes!” she said, stronger now gritting her teeth slightly as she used up almost all the control she had before her eyes rolled back into her head once more. Her feet were slipping on the tiles now, she could barely stand as Remy began to move his hand with much more rapidity. The sound was something she was just not used to. Even in late night sessions with the vibrator she’d bought at Luna Station she’d never heard this, and that thing packed enough of a punch it took her a few minutes to regain feeling in her extremities. It was the sound of his fingers, her soft warm flesh, and the liquid that seemed to fill all the remaining space between her legs, now leaking down and out down her thighs and past her knees.
Finally she succumbed. Her head flew back in deep loud moans and her ability to hold up her own weight failed. For a second she was only shield up by the hand penetrating and massaging her quivering pussy before sliding off it thaanks to the slick and slightly frothy fluid now coating Remy’s fingers. She looked up at him from the floor, her brain firing in a million different directions. He offered her the still dripping fingers of his hand and without a single thought or word she began to suck them clean, taking pleasure in the taste of herself as well as the contact with him.
When she’d finished he went back to his seat, allowing her to kneel amidst the crumpled bedclothes still breathing hard and feeling the waves of pleasure rippling through her. She almost keened for him as he walked away, wanting more, needing more of him inside of her.
Slowly her breathing returned to normal as she knelt there watching him. The final pangs of her orgasm slowly faded, nothing more now than a beautiful memory. For a second her dopey smile flickered. She was confused. She was already awake but somehow it felt like consciousness was returning. Feelings flooded into her. Shame, anger, disgust all consumed her.
She looked at Remy again from her knees, still gloriously naked but gone was the worshipful look, replaced now by cold hard fury. “What the fuck was that? What have you done to me?”
He half smirked again. “You’re clearly tired and emotional, why don’t you go and get some rest, everything will look better in the morning I’m sure.”
“Go to hell, Remy. Answer the fucking question.”
“I won’t tell you again.”
“Fine, you can still go to hell, I’ll walk out of this place buck naked if I have to you, asshole.” Remy sprang up, and began walking towards her, “I’ll walk out, report you, and you can enjoy somewhere much safer than that escape pod. You can rot in a nice comfy cell for y–AGH!” He interrupted her by grabbing the base of her braid in one hand, the crumpled bedclothes in the other.
The distance to the room was short enough she didn’t have a chance to stand or gain her balance, being dragged along the tiles on her ass and thighs the whole way, her neck wrenched at an odd angle as she was pulled along.
“Get off me you asshole, let me go!” she shouted as she was dragged. When they reached the room Remy unceremoniously threw her and the bedclothes inside.
“There will be a wakeup alarm at 0600 in the morning. You will shower and be ready for me by the second alarm at 0700. If you are not then there will be punishment.” he said, coldly as she lay there stunned on the floor.
She tried to rush him, but her exhausted legs meant that by the time she was there he’d shut the door in face, and a soft whirring filled by a click confirmed it was locked. She was in darkness, the room was windowless. She slumped against the door, pulling the bedclothes around her. Just for a second she wondered to herself if it might have been better had her mind not returned, had she just given herself to pleasure and stayed there. She silenced this quickly, determined that she’d make her way out of this. She just wasn’t sure how yet.