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  Jump Space

  By

  Riftmann

  The engines of the Lucky Chance had pinched off the smallish starship from the universe, creating it’s own pocket universe, reaching no further then the her outer surface. It had just left the Lorelei system, out bound to the Curnow system, several light years, many of trillions of miles, away. In a week’s time the Lucky Chance would rejoin the rest of reality, at Curnow, having traveling the distance without passing through the space inbetween, appearing to ‘jump’ from one place to another to an outside observer. Faster Then Light Travel, relied on this traveling in “jump space”, breaking the natural law that nothing could travel faster then light by merely jumping over the intervening space, taking several days instead of several years.

  The only windows on the Lucky Chance were the windows of the Bridge, and they were currently turned dark by the ship’s computer. Many humans had adverse reactions, minds trying to deal with something the mind didn’t evolve to deal with. The current pilot, his tall, pale, but well toned and muscle form, a ruggedly handsome face with blonde hair, ponytail and blue eyes, reflected off the darkened view port. Evander Wisdom, her captain and owner, and at the moment her only occupant, sat in the pilot seat pouring over data from the jump, making sure everything had gone as it should.

  Although a ship the size of Chance sometimes had a crew of several people, Evander could manage piloting the ship alone most of the time. There were several cargobots to help with the loading of cargo, and an engineering robot stored in the locker in engineering to help Evan with repairs in an emergency. Even so, Evan did most of the work himself, and worked out keeping his body in shape, with chiseled chest, broad chest and strong arms and legs.

  “Information.” The ship’s computer intoned. The computer was such an intregal part of the ship, Evan thought of ship and computer as a single enity. An engineering friend of Evan, as a gag gift, had programmed the computer with a slinky, sexy female voice, a choice that Evan was begging to resent, being cut off from the universe, alone, for days at a time. He was already dreading another boring week in jump space, quite literally the only person in his universe.

  Evan looked up to see an oft ignored life support light blinking red. It probably had been blinking awhile, and the computer brought it to his attention when he failed to notice the light.

  “Yes?” Evan switched the screen he had been looking at to life support almost instinctively “What is it?”

  The sexy voice spoke again “Preliminary analysis shows that oxygen is being consumed at a 78.3% increase then normal, and that carbon dioxide is entering cabin atmosphere at a similar rate. Tentative Conclusion- there is a stowaway on board ship.”

  “Night Mother of the Deep!” Evan uttered an expletive considered very obscene in certain galactic societies.

  He scanned the read out. Chance was right, the partial pressure of oxygen was down, and the partial pressure of Carbon dioxide was up. The sensors had increased carbon dioxide scrubbers workload, triggering the warning light.

  The computer continued, “Assuming a humanoid organic life form similar to Homo Sapiens, one stowaway of roughly 105 pounds is aboard ship”.

  “Any idea where?” Evan was already out of the pilot’s seat and heading for the ship’s locker. Comfort was more practical then modesty on a ship where you were, or at least thought you were, the only person aboard, so Evan usually wore only boxers and a tank top. Sometimes nothing at all.

  “Sensors would seem to indicate the stowaway is in Cargo Bay one, but analysis of data is not yet complete.”

  Evander also went barefooted a lot of the time, so he slipped on high traction slippers as he grabbed his side arm, checking the ammo, and flipping off the safety.

  It wasn’t far to Cargo Bay One. Nothing was very far from anything on board a ship as small as Chance. Evan only broke even by carrying goods of questionable legal status, in other words, by smuggling. He cussed as he raced down the short corridor, some day he really needed to outfit Chance with security cameras so she could monitor the ship and deter this thing from happening again.

  Stowaways were not something to take lightly. Space travel was a risky business, even a person as small as a 105 pounds could throw off the calculations for jump space, or deplete food, air, and water, sometimes only enough for the crew were on board to save space and weight. Evander was fully in his rights to space the stowaway, jettisoning him or her out the airlock.

  Modern naval architecture and lifesupport had more room for error, and less need to force a ship which just barely had enough fuel and resources to reach it’s destination, then that of the past. Lucky Chance could no doubt make it safely to Curnow with no problem even with an extra set of lungs and a mouth to feed. But the specter of how things were still haunted Galactic society. The Stellar Alliances prided it self on being a enlightened democratic government, but the right to spacing a stowaway was still on the books.

  Evan hit the door panel. The door to the Cargo bay slid open. He stood with his sidearm drawn and ready, taking a few quiet steps into the bay.

  “Alright, I know you are in here, come on out.” Evan said in a stern, commanding voice.

  He heard a slight noise coming from behind one of the crates and turned that way. “I know your behind that crate, come on out, or I’ll start shooting.” Which was a bald-faced lie, a gun going off in a ship in jump space was not a good idea.

  Another slight noise, this time a squeak, and slowly a figure emerged from behind the cargo crate. It was a young woman, wearing worn utility clothes, with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. She was obviously a starport rat, but something about her was sexy and alluring.

  “Just a kid…” Evan looked over her, probably didn’t have a 1/10th of a credit to her name. “You got a name kid?”

  She folded her arms and cocked her hips, “I’m not a kid, I’m 19! And my name is Petra, if you must know.”

  Evan immediately took a dislike to her attitude. This was HIS ship and SHE was the interloper. Although he holstered the gun, he moved slowly towards her. “Yes, I must, this is my ship Petra and you don’t belong here.” He smirked at her. “19? Reckoned by which planets calendar?” He chuckled.

  “19 Standard years, old man” she said in a sassy tone one that was really starting to get on Evan’s nerves.

  He decided to change her attitude, “Well, Petra, do you know what the penalty is for stowing away?”

  “Let me guess old man, your going to make me pay up a fare, well, I’m flat broke” she smirked.

  Such cockiness he thought. She actually thought he would have to let her ride for free. “Computer, please recite the relevant passages of the Alliance Laws concerning stowaways”

  Chance’s sexy voice came over the intercom. “In the event that a unauthorized being is found on board a space or starship, It is within the rights of the captain of said ship to ensure the safety of his ship, crew, passenger and cargo by jettisoning the unauthorized being.”

  Now Evander was the one with a smirk on his face.

  The look of horror covered Petra’s face. “Jettisoning?”

  “Yup, out the airlock, without a suit”

  “But I would die.” Her voice still one of disbelief “You would murder me because of stowing on board your ship?” Petra’s lower lip began to quiver and he could see tears in her eyes.

  “Nope, not murder, you’ve put my ship in jeopardy. You might have thrown off the jump calculations, we are now using up air at nearly twice the planned rate. There’s only so much food and water on board. Computer, begin to state instances of stowaways being spaced and the actions taken against the captains that ‘murdered’ them.”

  Chance obeyed, listing name after name of stowaway and the captain that spaced them. In e
ach instance action taken against them was “Captain was well within his bounds and not found at fault for the death of unauthorized personnel” Evan kept a poker face, he knew it had been years and years since somebody had been spaced, and most of those records Chance was recounting were several centuries old..

  She was wailing now, she had run up to Evan, apparently to beg for mercy, but stopped when he pulled out his sidearm. “Stay where you are.” Evan couldn’t take the chance of her being armed.

  She was now sobbing uncontrollably, her entire body shaking. “Please, don’t kill me.” She looked up at him, trying to be sexy, but the tears ruined the effect, so did the gulp before she said “I’ll do anything you ask”.

  Evan grinned as she said that. She was beautiful in a starport rat kind of way, with that lean build, wary look, and overconfident attitude you get living on the fringes of society. She was probably trying to play him even now. In fact he knew she was. And those coveralls she was wearing, a perfect place to hide weapons.

  “Strip” was all he said, as he motioned with his gun.

  Even though she had just offered her body to him for her life, she gasped, and sobbed a little. He had called her bluff. Reluctantly she took off the coveralls revealing a pale, smooth, beautiful skin. She was clean and perfumed, a surprise for a starport rat, probably done so onboard the ship, and clean shaven and smooth. He licked his lips in a predatory manner as he watched her slip out of her clothes.

  He motioned with his sidearm again “Throw them and your shoes on that crate”. She obeyed without question, standing in the cargo bay completely naked before him. Her strawberry blonde hair falling about her shoulders, her nipples erect. She looked back up at him with a sad, questioning face, the odd tear running down her cheek. She stood with her hands at her sides, not trying to hide her beauty, but not standing seductively trying to use it either.

  “Turn slowly around” Evan said, more concerned she was hiding a concealed weapon now, but his manhood started to rise and strain the cloth in his cargo shorts.

  She obeyed, turning around, keeping her eyes on him as long as possible. She had a delicious form, a pert fine ass that made Evan lick his lips again. She faced him again and downcast her eyes as she began to sob again.

  “On your knees, stowaway” his voice was firm and commanding, as he holstered the gun. He unbuckled his gun belt and laid it on top of her clothing on top of the crate.

  She did as he said, still crying softly, falling upon on her knees, eyes still downcast.

  He stepped up to her. “Undo the shorts and remove them.”

  Her hands came up to the button as she worked deftly and calmly despite her crying, unzipping his pants. Grabbing on the sides of them, she pulled the shorts down to let them fall to the ground about his feet, freeing his cock from the constraining cloth.

  He was thick and long, and very hard. He heard her gasp slightly as she lifted her eyes to see it.

  He pulled off the tank top and tossed it on top the other clothes, as he stepped out of his shorts and slippers and asked her to throw them up there too. She obeyed, and now they were both naked in the cargo bay. It was cold, but he was use to it, he wondered if she were.

  “Show me how badly you want to live.” Was all he said. He knew he could overpower her easily, and his gun was an arm length away, still he was curious how she would react.

  She let out another sob, more tears slid down her cheek, but she took her delicate fingers and wrapped them around his cock, stroking it. She slowly lifted it to her lips. She placed a kiss on the head and then her tongue snaked out and she licked it.

  He moaned as he looked down at her. It had been a long time, he had been busy jumping from system to system, spending most of his time lately quite literally cut off from the rest of the universe.

  She took more of him into her mouth, slowly working her way down his thick shaft, pulling out licking it, and then lowering her mouth around it again. One of her hands came up to play with his balls.

  She took him in, her tongue laying flat against its length. She was obviously very experienced and skilled. Evan moaned louder as he felt the tip of his cock touch the back of her throat, her cheeks hallowed out as she sucked on him hard. She pulled away from him, making a pop sound as his cock came out of her mouth, her reddened eyes looking up at him, the tears slowly drying as she focused on pleasing him.

  He smiled down at her, one hand in her hair, the other one brushing away her tears, as she continued her machinations on his cock.. Her tongue swirling around it as her mouth dove upon it again. Her head bobbed up and down on his cock, every once and awhile taking him in totally until he went down her throat and her nose was pressed into his pelt.

  He grabbed her hair, holding her still, and began to move his hips to and fro. He could feel her stiffen and try to loosen her jaw as he shoved his shaft down her throat. Her hands went to his ass, grabbing his butt, her fingers digging into his flesh as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. He could feel her trying to gag, trying to get more air through her nose as he kept fucking her face.

  He finally pulled out of her. She gasped for air as saliva dripped to the floor. He still clutched her head with both hands, and she clutched his ass. “Suckle the balls now, slut”.

  She obeyed without word, taking each of his balls into her mouth, sucking on each. She tongued his sack and shaft in-between sucking each testicle. Her fingers still dug deep into his ass. A slight smile on her face, she seemed to be enjoying herself.

  Evan chuckled to himself. He pulled her up first by her hair, then by her shoulders, up to her feet, away from his cock and balls. She gasped at the sudden situation change, looking into Evan’s eyes as she licked the saliva off of her lips.

  He looked back at her, and then bent his head as he savagely kissed her. His tongue forced its way past her teeth, as he continued to kiss her. One hand moved down to her upper thigh. The other one still grasping her hair, tilting her hair back.

  She moaned into the kiss as his hand slid up to her folds. She was very wet, as Evan slipped his hand between them. She groaned and wiggled as his thumb teased her clit. He held on to the kiss, their tongues dancing. She pressed her body into his, he could feel her erect nipples pushed into his chest.

  His cock throbbed for her. He shoved her up against the wall of the cargo bay, knocking over a stack of small boxes in the way. She gasped into the kiss he still fiercely held. He finally broke from the kiss, biting her lower lip and pulling on it before letting go. Both hands went to her waist, sliding her up the wall. He rubbed his cock against her folds and sex.

  “Please, now” she begged him.

  He plunged his cock into her. She yelped into his ear as she lowered her head onto his shoulder. He moaned himself feeling how hot and wet she was on his cock. He pulled back out only to plunge into her again. His hips pistoned his cock into her, every thrust he went deeper, harder, and faster.

  She made little mewing sounds as she wrapped her arms and legs about him, her head buried into his chest. He slammed his hips into her driving her up and down the wall, leaving a wet spot as her body began to sweat even in the cold cargo bay.

  He turned about, away from the wall, his powerful legs supporting the two of them. She threw her head back in a loud moan, as she began to ride his cock, meeting every thrust of hers with one of hers, her arms and legs locked around him supporting her strength.

  He impaled her with every inch of his cock. She made little gurgling noises. He was vocal himself, moaning and groaning as both their skins shimmered.

  He backed her up to a crate. He held her up against it as he pulled out of her, her legs dropping to the floor. She made a protest sound, but gasped as he spun her about, pushing her down over the crate, her delicious ass sticking up in the air.

  He took her from behind. Savagely he sank his cock back into her dark tunnel. Her scream filled the cargo bay. He rammed his shaft in and out of her, pistoning as hard as any machine. Her body trembled under him
as she groaned, her hands clutching at the edges of the crate.

  Her walls clutched at his cock. She still moaned loudly, her knuckles turning white as she grabbed at the edge of the crate. “I’m going to cum!” she managed to cry out, her breath ragged.

  He was breathing hard too as he kept ramming his cock as hard as he could into her sex, fighting against her clamping walls, his cock feeling wonderful bathed in her warm wet juices.

  “Cum” was all he said.

  He could feel her buck and spasm under her, which sent him over the edge himself. Their moans and gasps mingling together just as their juices did as his cock erupted deep inside Petra, her walls clamping down hard on it, as more of her sweet nectar bathed it.

  Evan shuddered with the force of the orgasm. He pushed her down onto the crate as her own body shuddered and writhed with her own orgasm, milking every last drop of seed from him.

  He held her like that for a while, over the crate, her walls still holding him firm as he slowly went flaccid. Each of them trying to catch their breath.