Comfort Cargo

Yasmin glared at him when he called her stupid but it was the screen that caught her attention. Watching the replay of herself and Hebart she quickly saw her mistake. The man was a sadist and her stubborn refusal to submit had only heightened his pleasure by giving him an excuse to continue to hurt her.

No doubt he'd be back for more.

She could see the gleam in his eyes as he was choking her on the mattress and it made her lips quirk...the man wanted to break her.

"You don't pay attention well do you Gibon," she finally said turning her attention back to him and chuckling at the almost infuriated look on his face. "Look at him for yourself Gibon," she murmured soft and reached to pause the video feed, magnifying it on the look on Hebart's face as he was pressing her own face down into the mattress.

"The man is a sadist. If I'd screamed or given him what he claimed he wanted, he wouldn't have enjoyed it so much. The video might be worth more but you'd lose a customer. Next time he comes to you, charge him double. He'll bitch, but he'll pay it.

He wants to break me, it's there on his face."

Leaning back against the wall of his room she waited for him to examine the video, wondering what he would think of her own assessment and hoping he'd see what she did. If so, she fully intended to use it to her advantage.
 
"I'll lose a customer anyway if he hurts you," Gibon pointed out. "I haven't seen this side of Hebart before, and I don't like it. I'll double the price, but you'd better play him, Yasmin. That's part of your job."
 
A small smile curved Yasmin's lips at Gibon's words. The man was ruled by his pocketbook. She knew if she didn't push too hard she'd be able to work that to her advantage and his comment about losing a customer if Hebart hurt her made her point for her.

"I'll play him but he'll have to be played right. Tell him no the next couple of times he asks comes to see you about me," she said quietly her mind spinning, thinking to at least minimize the contact she had with the foul man. "And since he's made it clear that hurting me isn't a problem for him I want rules put in place before you tell him yes again Gibon.

The man was willing to muffle me into unconciousness tonight, it's a short step from that to an accidental death and I'll make no money for you dead. I'm not asking for much really...simply rule. Nothing that can main, break, or permanently mark me. It should be understood already but he's a sadist Gibon, I don't want any "accidents" and I'm sure you don't either since I won't be making you any money if I'm stuck in a bed in the infirmary."

She made sure he brought the argument around to his pocketbook again. She wanted him to understand just what she was asking for and how it benefitted him.

"Hell, tell him no often enough and you could probably charge him triple. Can I go back to my room now?"
 
"No," he said. He gestured at his semi-erect cock. "Suck me off, first and then you can go rest."

"Console, show me Yasmin Two." He leaned back in the chair as the video of Yasmin servicing the Moscatiello brothers began to play.
 
"No," he said. He gestured at his semi-erect cock. "Suck me off, first and then you can go rest."

Yasmin sighed but knew it would be quicker to just do what he wanted than to argue. Looking about she found an empty chair to carefully pile her clothes and blanket on before crossing the room to sink down between his knees. She fumbled the opening of his suit because she wasn't familiar with them, after all they wore vastly different clothing planetside, but finally got them open.

Looking at his cock she felt herself repulsed but she didn't let it show on her face. Like Hebart she didn't want to touch this man but she would do what was necessary to keep her life as comfortable as she could make it until they reached a planet she could escape on.

Tipping her head she took him into her mouth began to move slowly up and down his length. She figured that each man was different so when the video reached the point where she could hear one of the brothers telling her how to suck his cock she pointed at the screen, indicating to Gibon that he should tell her if there was something he liked better.
 
Gibon was relieved to see Yasmin comply with his order. He'd been very worried she wouldn't, that he'd be forced to take drastic action; that would have cost him money he didn't want to lose. He relaxed into Yasmin's caresses, reflecting that, at the moment, she seemed worth every ounce of trouble she'd been.

Her hand-gesture caught his attention and it took him a moment to understand what she was trying to communicate to him.

"Make some sound, Yasmin. It should sound like you're enjoying yourself."

He leaned back and sighed himself, savoring the feel of her mouth and tongue upon him. 'I should get her some training vids,' he thought.
 
"Make some sound, Yasmin. It should sound like you're enjoying yourself."

Behind the curtain of her hair she rolled her eyes at his words but she did as he ordered. She faked it. Nothing too wild or crazy (she wasn't trying to make it look like she was being sarcastic) just small mewlings and whimpers and the occasional moan.

In the back of her mind however it was a purely clinical exercise. Her mind cataloged the reactions of his body as she licked and sucked at his cock, noting which caresses garnered the most obvious response and repeating them, wanting him to be done so she could clean her mouth and go to bed.
 
Gibon groaned in pleasure, his body shaking as Yasmin brought him to point of orgasm and beyond. He hissed as he shot into her warm mouth and put his hand down to her face, stroking her cheek for a moment before quickly drawing it back.

"Better, Yasmin. Much better. Go get clean and get some sleep."
 
"Better, Yasmin. Much better. Go get clean and get some sleep."

Yasmin nodded, gathered her things and slipped quietly out of his room. This was the part that she still had no clue on. What on earth was she supposed to say after a man she didn't want praised her for the use of her body? She had no clue and so she walked slowly through the halls back to her room.

She didn't need another shower but she didn't brush her teeth now with almost the same vigor that she'd showered with after Hebart had left earlier. Trying to remove any trace of the man she'd just brought to release.

Finally as satisfied as she was going to get she checked the vid screen, set the alarm on it and curled on in her bunk, almost instantly falling asleep despite her meager surroundings.
 
He watched Yasmin sleep for several minutes before turning off the vid feed. A chiming at the door announced a visitor.

"Who?"

"Ursula," came the reply.

"Console, open door," he said.

The tall woman walked inside and took a look at him, Gibon hadn't bothered to pull any clothing on or cover up.

"Been playing with your whore?"

"Jealous?" Gibon asked.

Ursula laughed. "I thought you were smart, Gibon."

Gibon joined her laughing. "What do you want, Ursula?"

"Half a segment with your whore, to begin with."

Gibon frowned. "I just let her go to sleep. You'll have to wait until next shift."

"What, are you getting soft, Gibon?"

Gibon laughed again. "She won't earn me any money if she's sick. Besides, she's virgin. Was when I bought her," he amended as he saw the joke forming on Ursula's lips. "Probably never been with a woman before. You'll want her awake and fresh."

"I suppose," Urusla allowed.

"I'll send her over after she's finished her chores and cleaned herself up," he promised. "Ursula, did you ever fik around with Hebart?"

"Couple of times," she said. "Why?"

"Was he rough with you?"

"Cert. That was part of the fun. He got tired of it, though."

"Was he this rough?" Gibon asked, playing back the vid he'd been watching earlier.

"No," Ursula said pensively. "He wasn't that rough. Strangling the girl...."

"Cert," Gibon said, "it worries me."

Ursula shrugged. "Tell the Captain."

Gibon sighed. "He's not a magician. But everyone seems to think you can tell him about a problem and he'll solve it. Mostly folks just end up unhappy. So," he said, changing the subject, "how many passengers this run?"

"Six. We've got Ser Trobolkin still and five new ones. Don't think they'll be trouble. Gonna give them a chance at your whore?"

"Cert, in a couple of shifts or so. I'm going to sleep now. Luck, mate."

"Luck, mate," Ursula replied. "Soon as she's ready."
 
Yasmin slept well which she hadn't expected. She'd thought she'd have nightmares but she was too tired for them and her mind simply drifted in the darkness of sleep.

She woke hours later to the sound of the alarm she'd set going off. Rising from her bed she groaned softly, her body stiff and sore from the unaccustomed use of the day before. Slowly she worked her way through a round of stretches meant to keep her limbs limber and supple. As she did one of her feet his the bag that Gibon had left the day before and she stooped to see what was inside.

Sex toys. She'd couldn't have said she was surprised really. She wasn't quite sure what do with some of them but some were obvious enough. With a sigh she pulled a slim vibrator from the bag. Part of her agreement was to masturbate at least once a day and she had to admit to herself that if her day was going to be spent receiving no pleasure from those who used her that she didn't mind getting some pleasure for herself.

Stretching out on her small bed she turned the base of the vibrator on and set to making a good show it as had been agreed. Really she could have managed things much more quickly and efficiently but Gibon wanted a show and a show would put him more in a mood to be likely to give her what she wanted. Besides it didn't hurt her any and so she arched and writhed, her whimpers and moans growing louder until she brought herself with a low cry.
 
"That was upcheck, Yasmin; exactly what I want to see. You'll see a map to Ursula's quarters on your console. You can go there before or after you eat; your choice. After you're done with Ursula you can go work in the infirmary. Take your ship-suit with you, but only wear it in the infirmary. And leave your blanket on your bed. Your pretty naked body is the best advertising in the world."

He sat back and replayed the finish of Yasmin's masturbation. He was already rigid with lust and the realization that he had just put Yasmin out of his reach for several segments was less than pleasant. "Worth it though," he muttered to himself, "Gonna be rich." Maybe, if he repeated it enough, he'd start to believe it. Right now, though, he just wanted to feel Yasmin's mouth on his cock.

"Kek," he swore softly and got dressed for another shift working the cargo containers.
 
You'll see a map to Ursula's quarters on your console.

Yasmin blinked as she realized that he was sending her to a woman's quarters!She had no idea what to do with a woman and, while a small part of her hoped that the woman just wanted the company of another woman, she doubted it. She find it more likely that this Ursula prefered the sexual company of another woman and sighed softly.

She hoped Gibon had told her how inexperienced she was. If not the woman was going to be in for a surprise. This was going to test Yasmin's actings skills to the hilt.

Deciding to visit Ursula before she ate her breakfast (and hopefully give most of the crew the chance to get out of the dining area) she gathered up her clothes and put on her ship shoes. Gibon had told her to leave her blanket and go naked but the shoes were necessary. The whole damned ship was metal and the simple fact was that if she had to walk through it barefoot for one more day she was fairly certain she'd get sick.

It wasn't like anyone really looked at her feet anyway.

Getting the directions from the console she made her way through the ship to Ursula's room and knocked lightly on the door.
 
Ursula glanced at the pick up and saw Yasmin standing in the passageway. She smiled.

"Door open."

She walked over to her storage space.

"Come in, Yasmin," she said. "Do you drink?"
 
"Come in, Yasmin," she said. "Do you drink?"

Yasmin stepped into the room quietly and managed a small smile at the offer while setting her clothing down in one of the corners so it would be safely out of the way.

"No Ma'am," she said quietly, "But thank you."

It was all she could think of to say. The woman was older than herself, or appeared it anyway, and Yasmin had never been much of a drinker. Even if she had been she didn't know that she'd trust the ships alcohol since it was unlikely to be the same as the local brews she was used to.
 
"'Ma'am'," Ursula quoted. "That's nice. Haven't heard that in a while; downbelow polite. Up here we say Ser and Sera."

She poured herself a glass and walked over to her bunk, sitting down and not caring that her robe opened in front.

"Izumi and Ozumi make this in environmental. I don't want to know what goes into, but it's got a mellow kick I enjoy. You'll probably learn to enjoy drinking by the time we get to the next system; transition will drive you to it if nothing else does."

She looked Yasmin up and down appraisingly. "Ever been with a woman before?"
 
"'Ma'am'," Ursula quoted. "That's nice. Haven't heard that in a while; downbelow polite. Up here we say Ser and Sera."

"Sera," Yasmin repeated quietly, clearly pocketing the information away in the back of her mind for later use. At least here was another person who wouldn't treat her like an idiot for not knowing how things worked on a ship. "Thank you, Sera."

Watching the other woman sit down with her drink and explain that the brothers made it, she wondered just what she was doing here. The woman's robe gaping seemed to make it clear but Yasmin had long ago learned not to assume another's motives.

She looked Yasmin up and down appraisingly. "Ever been with a woman before?"

Feeling the blush coloring her skin, she wanted to scream but instead simply shook her head slowly, "No, Sera."
 
Ursula smiled. "That's a pretty blush, Yasmin. It looks good on you. No need to be worried, you already know what I like. You've dreamed about it at nights and touched yourself; you'll just do it to me instead of yourself. Come here," she patted a spot on the bed next to her.

When Yasmin sat, Ursula reached up and traced a finger along her neck. "The men always go straight for the boobs or the cunt. Genitalia focus, I think of it. Like a woman's entire body isn't built for pleasure."

Her finger lightly followed Yasmin's jawline and brushed, ghostlike, across her lips. Ursula chuckled and leaned back, taking another sip of her drink.

"Explore me, Yasmin," she ordered.
 
"Explore me, Yasmin," she ordered.

Yasmin looked at Ursula and it was clear the girl was at a loss. Ursula might say that she knew what she wanted but the fact was that she didn't. She'd never been tempted by women, never looked at them as sexual creatures. Granted women were lovely but it was something she could appreciate the way you'd appreciate a piece of fine art...seeing the beauty but not necessarily wanting it for yourself.

Tentatively she reached out, her touch light, trembling, and incredibly unsure, to gently stroke the other woman's skin. As lost as she'd been with the men who had used her she was even more so now and it was clear that Ursula was going to have to be more specific in her desires.
 
Ursula chuckled deep in her throat. "Poor thing, you're completely lost aren't you? Well, don't worry, Aunt Ursula will show you how it's done."

She took Yasmin's hand and pulled the fingertips across her skin, up past her breast to her neck.

"Kiss me here, Yasmin."

Her free hand traced down Yasmin's flank and cupped one of her ass cheeks, not squeezing, not pulling, just feeling the rounded form of it.
 
"Kiss me here, Yasmin."

Blushing softly Yasmin did as Ursula ordered, leaning forward over her and gently kissing at her throat. With the angle one hand rested at Ursula's side support her while the other continued to lightly trail over her skin, trembling and uncertain but exploring and learning the other woman's body.
 
Ursula could feel Yasmin shaking. 'I wonder when I was last that nervous?' she wondered as Yasmin's lips tentatively kissed her throat.

"Ummm," she sighed appreciatively. "That's good, Yasmin. Think of the places you like to touch yourself, the places you dream about being touched, and then do that for me. Try a little more around my neck to begin with, and then you can work your way down my chest."

Ursula reluctantly released her grip on Yasmin's ass and lightly dragged her nails over Yasmin's belly and up to her breasts. She cupped one in her hand, feeling the soft weight and firm shape of it.

"Very nice breasts, Yasmin. I wish mine were as nice," she confided.
 
Yasmin listened quietly and did as instructed. She could feel the woman's hands moving over her own body and shivered as the drag of her nails sent a chill down her spine. Her touch was light, but knowing, on Yasmin's flesh and she found herself wishing that she was actually attracted to Ursula. Of all the people Gibon had sent her to, this woman, was by far the most pleasant experience.

Gently moving down Ursula's chest she found her breasts and paused her trailing kisses, raining small kisses and nips down on the other woman's breasts and finding them firm and well shaped, especially for the older woman's age.

"Very nice breasts, Yasmin. I wish mine were as nice," she confided.

"Thank you Sera. Your's are lovely, I can only hope mine remain half so well cared for," she said honestly. She might be attracted to women but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate the natural beauty of one and Ursula, once she was relaxed out of ships discipline really was a lovely woman.
 
Ursula laughed quietly, gently. "And you're a flatterer. I didn't think Gibon had it in him to select for intelligence; young and big breasts seems more his style, though you're that too. I'm enjoying that, Yasmin. Yessss, I am enjoying that. It's nice, occasionally, to not have to deal with a pawing male that wants to stick it in and be done."

She looked up at one of the room cameras and grinned, "Yes, Ronn, I'm talking about you. Think you know your way around a woman's body? Ha!"

Ursula shifted a little so that she could lay back on the bed, but she was careful not to dislodge Yasmin.

"Keep that up, my dear," she said appreciatively.
 
"And you're a flatterer. I didn't think Gibon had it in him to select for intelligence; young and big breasts seems more his style, though you're that too...."

Yasmin's eyes sparkled with mirth at the compliment and the slight barb at Gibon's expense. She doubted that Gibon had selected her based on anything other than her looks. That she had a functioning brain had seemed to be a surprise to him, but even that could work to her advantage...it already had.

"Yes, Ronn, I'm talking about you. Think you know your way around a woman's body? Ha!"

Yasmin laughed softly at Ursula's sudden outburst toward the cameras. Attracted to her or not Yasmin found herself liking this woman and hoping that, just maybe, she might have found an ally. Or at the very least someone she could conceivably talk to later.

"Keep that up, my dear," she said appreciatively.

A blush colored her cheeks at the slightly husky tone in Ursula's voice. It was a tone that made her bolder however because it meant she was doing something right as well. Continuing to kiss and nip at the woman's breasts she let her fingers trail up the inside of her thighs until the lightly caressed the juncture at the center of her body.

"You'll have to tell me what you like Sera," she said quietly before taking one of the other woman's nipples into her mouth and tonging it gently.
 
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