Comfort Cargo

"Well," Ozumi said, "our contracts. Everyone has a contract, eventually. That's how you pay for your air. Since Izumi and I are twins, she got a good price for our contracts; twins are in demand for environmental techs. The government placed us in a creche and educated us and negotiated our new contracts when we came to the ship. In a few more years we'll have finished paying for our education and upbringing."

He glanced nervously at one of the video pickups and licked his lips. "Yasmin, I've got to have sex with you soon or Gibon's going to be angry and... Izumi and I can't really afford to see you all that often. If Gibon gets mad and raises the price... Can I go ahead and help you get wet?"
 
"Yasmin, I've got to have sex with you soon or Gibon's going to be angry and... Izumi and I can't really afford to see you all that often. If Gibon gets mad and raises the price... Can I go ahead and help you get wet?"

Yasmin blushed to realize that it was likely Ozumi had been sent in here for free this time since he was supposed to be a part of her punishment. Slowly she nodded her head though she couldn't quite meet his gaze anymore.

"Do what you need to do Ozumi," she said softly though a thread of sadness was worked into her voice. She couldn't help but to wonder if she would ever be able to take a partner of her own choosing.

Doc wanted her to play Gibon, to work the system so that she'd have value as more than just an untrained slave destined for a brothel but it was hard to focus on that at moment's like these.
 
"Tell me if there's anything I should do differently, please," Ozumi said and lowered his head between her thighs again. His lips nibbled at the folds of flesh, softly peeling them back to open her flower to his tongue. The tip of his tongue traced along the warm flesh and dipped between her inner folds, not forcing, but going as far as her body allowed. He raised up a little to give her clitoris some attention, tracing around it, laving her hood while never actually touching the clitoris itself. He smiled against her as her scent increased and his tongue again ventured between her lips and was rewarded by a taste of her nectar.

He kissed her clitoris, then, and hummed happily, knowing she would feel the vibrations through his lips. His hands idly stroked her thighs.
 
"Tell me if there's anything I should do differently, please,"

Yasmin chuckled softly and nodded her head slightly. Not that she would know if there was something he should be doing differently! Watching his head drop back between her thighs she had to bite her lower lip to keep from gasping sharply. He might not be a professional but he certainly seemed to know what he was doing!

Under Ozumi's skilled lips and tongue she started to whimper, her body squirming trying to get closer to him and when he actually hummed on her clit she gave a low cry and arched against him. So close! She could feel the release he'd made her crave so close and looked down at him, wanting the man Gibon had sent to her for the first time.

"Don't stop, pleeeease. So close!"
 
Ozumi was torn by indecision. On the one hand, every instinct he had was telling him to continue; she'd asked him to, after all. Oh, he knew that most people didn't come from matriarchal societies, but he did and his ingrained belief that making a woman happy was a privilege had been called upon. Besides, he was enjoying himself; with the limited money at their disposal, he and Izumi rarely had the means to purchase more than a few minutes with a woman, just enough time to get in and be done. They never got to play.

On the other hand, Gibon was watching, even if no one else was, and he'd clearly intended this to be punishment. Ozumi thought Yasmin didn't sound as if she was being punished. If Gibon got mad... he and Izumi might never be able to afford any time at all with Yasmin.

But she was enjoying him! He knew she was from the way her body came to him, craving more of his attentions. Every soft whimper that issued from her throat filled him with pride and more longing. Ozumi sighed and flicked his tongue across Yasmin's pearl. 'Fik Gibon,' he decided, 'sex is supposed to be joyful.' He turned his full attention back to Yasmin and... enjoyed himself.
 
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Looking down her body at Ozumi she whimpered softly. She could see the indecision written on his face and knew what the most likely source of it was. Gibon. No doubt Ozumi had been the first person he'd come across in the hallway after telling her he was sending someone in and he hadn't expected it to be a pleasure for her. Still he'd seemed to be enjoying himself almost as much as she was and perhaps if she put on a good enough show with Ozumi Gibon wouldn't be too hard on him for not actually "punishing" her.

At least she hoped so because at this point she didn't want him to stop.

She could see when the decision was made at last and cried out in pleasure and relief as his head dipped back down between her thighs. If she'd been able to use her hands she would have gripped his head with them, as it was she shifted slightly and used her legs instead; using them to hold him against her as tightly as she could while she writhed against him. She didn't care that Gibon (and gods only knew who else) might be watching. All she cared about was the pleasure rolling through her as she came harder than she could ever remember orgasming before.

It truly was different when someone else was the reason for it and not just her own fingers!
 
Ozumi licked his lips as he climbed up Yasmin's heaving body. He beamed at her as he slowly entered her, his cock pushing easily inside.

"There, much better, cert?" he said quietly. "Let's try this again."

With his eyes fixed upon hers and a silly grin plastered to his face, he moved slowly against her, rocking his hips to move himself inside her while his abdomen maintained contact with her swollen clit.

"You feel so good, Yasmin," he assured her. "You're so hot, and so wet, and the way your cunt clings to me... you're a goddess, Yasmin. You must be to give me so much pleasure. Aahhh.... squeeze me, please, Yasmin. Squeeze."

He was enjoying himself! He hadn't had this much fun with a woman... ever. Being able to take a little time felt glorious and he was a little sad because of it. He'd missed so much, and he doubted he'd ever have this kind of time again, and Izumi wasn't here to share. Still, grinning uncontrollably he continued to enjoy himself in Yasmin.
 
"You feel so good, Yasmin," he assured her. "You're so hot, and so wet, and the way your cunt clings to me... you're a goddess, Yasmin. You must be to give me so much pleasure. Aahhh.... squeeze me, please, Yasmin. Squeeze."

Yasmin couldn't help but to grin up at him when he called her a goddess. She would have argued the fact but the feel of him moving inside of her after the orgasm she'd just had left her speechless. She didn't know if she could do what he wanted though, still she tried. Concentrating she focused on the feel of him inside of her and squeezed those slick walls in around him.

With his abdomen pressing to her still swollen clit she whimpered and moved under him. Her hips lifting to meet him, to take him deeper but under her, her hands were starting to hurt from being bound so long.

"Ozumi...I need...we need..." she stammered blushing and finally just blurted it out, "I need to shift somehow, my hands are falling asleep under me!"
 
Ozumi blinked. "Oh. Okay. Just a minute..." Reluctantly he pulled out of her so they could shift position. He was going to bend her over the bed, but then he thought about Gibon watching and had an idea.

"Trust me, Yasmin," he said and winked at her. He helped her sit up on the edge of the bed and then he laid down on the bed and, with his hands one her waist, helped her to position herself over him. She looked more than a little apprehensive, but he nodded encouragingly.

"Trust me," he repeated and, hesitantly, she followed his lead. He reached down and grabbed his cock, lifting it while his other hand guided her slowly down onto it.

"If I had bent you over the bed, I couldn't see your eyes, or play with your breasts," he breathed as his hands rose to the body parts in question, stroking the firm flesh and gently rolling hardening nipples. "Your very beautiful breasts," he added. "Just rock a little, Yasmin, rub your clitoris against me and see what it feels like; you'll enjoy it."

'I know I will,' he thought.
 
"Oh. Okay. Just a minute..."

Yasmin had to chuckle at the reluctance in his voice. She could tell he didn't want to hurt her but he didn't want to leave her body either, though he did and sat her upright on the bed once he'd moved to the side.

"Trust me, Yasmin,"

Nodding she chuckled at the wink that accompanied those words and watched as he lay back. Letting him guide her she was clearly out of her element and utterly unsure of herself as he helped her to straddle him. Looking to him for guidance she gasped sharply as she started to slide down his length and felt just how much deeper he could enter her this way.

Once she was all the way down however she was at a loss and her confusion must have shown on her face. With her hands bound she felt precarious and wasn't sure she could rise without falling; though she was distracted from her concerns when his hands reached up to cup her breasts and his thumbs rolled over rock hard nipples sending spirals of pleasure twisting down into her belly.

"Just rock a little, Yasmin, rub your clitoris against me and see what it feels like; you'll enjoy it."

Biting her lower lip and looking down at him she nodded slightly and rocked just a little. Tilting her hips slightly she found an angle that would rub her clitoris against him and let her rise just a bit without feeling like she was going to fall and soon had a gentle rhythm working between them.
 
"Cert...." Ozumi breathed. The motions weren't large, but they didn't particularly need to be. He was deep inside her and every move she made caused her wet, silken muscles to caress him.

"This way, you're in control," he pointed out to Yasmin. "And you're very visible, which men really appreciate. You could play with your breasts, mouth, or clitoris," he said as his hands touched each area in turn and then wandered.

"Curves," he commented, hands tracing over Yasmin's form. "Beautiful, atavistic curves. Soft and warm and..."

He broke off as his breathing became labored and groaned appreciatively as he fountained up into Yasmin's heat.
 
"This way, you're in control," he pointed out to Yasmin. "And you're very visible, which men really appreciate. You could play with your breasts, mouth, or clitoris,"

"I can't," she murmured with a soft chuckle and a slight shrug of her bound arms, "But you can," she added with a soft groan when his fingers brushed over her swollen clit. That had felt good and she didn't want him to stop! His hands moved away however, admiring the other curves of her body.

She felt him shudder and come and whimpered again. She was close to a release of her own if only she had just a little more stimulation! She couldn't be left hanging like this!

"Ozumi," she pleaded softly, "So close again Ozumi! My clit pleeeeease! Quickly! Bring me off again before your done!"
 
Ozumi reacted before his conscious mind had really made sense of Yasmin's words. Obedience had been too tightly ingrained in him for too many years. His hands flew to their joined flesh and he began to firmly stroke her pearl as she rocked upon him.

Though coherent thought was beyond his capacity, at that particular moment, he was having more fun than he could remember having... ever. Being asked, no, begged to give a woman pleasure... his heart was pounding from the excitement and the way Yasmin sounded when she came...
 
Yasmin let the pleasure he brought her roll through her body. There were no more thoughts of Gibon, not even in the back of her mind, only the need for pleasure as his fingers found her clit and stroked it firmly and knowingly.

Above him her body arched, her fingers clasped into fists at her back, as she cried out her release. Her cry filled the small room and her body shuddered hard, the walls of her pussy clenching and releasing madly around his cock until she finally collapsed forward.

As her pleasure rolled out of her she slumped, her body collapsing on top of Ozumi's and still trembling slightly while she tried to catch her breath.

"Good gods, I didn't know....it could be...like that," she gasped against his chest.
 
"You didn't?" Ozumi replied wonderingly. "You must have been miserable with Gibon and Hebart. You were! No wonder you were in such a bad mood! We thought you were just mad about having to live on the Rainbow. Izumi and I were furious when we got here and saw how things were organized. They keep everything confined and separated instead of integrating it properly. And the energy wasted on cooking... Sorry, I'm ranting," he apologized.

His arms wrapped around Yasmin, holding her against him and delighting in the feel of her. 'She's not getting off me!' he thought in wonder. Such a thing was beyond his experience, even from the shifts when he'd been in training. And the women he could usually afford invariably wanted to move on to the next customer, or their managers would hustle matters along. Gibon wasn't showing any signs of interfering... which gave Ozumi an idea.

"Hey, Yasmin. Since your arms are still restrained, would you like a little help getting clean?"
 
"You didn't?"

Yasmin smiled slightly and blushed as she shook her head in reply. She didn't speak because he was still talking and she didn't want to interrupt. Besides she was still catching her breath and if he was talking she didn't have to. She felt his arms go around her and just relaxed against him. He was warm and familiar now and she felt...not exactly safe...but content for the moment in his arms.

"Hey, Yasmin. Since your arms are still restrained, would you like a little help getting clean?"

That made her laugh softly and she nodded her head slowly, "I'd appreciate some help yes please," she said with a grin though she didn't hurry to try and get up yet either.
 
'She's still not getting off me!' Ozumi exhulted. He moved his hands, idly stroking her back, but otherwise he remained still, savoring the feel and smell of Yasmin.

"Whenever you want to," he told her. "I'm enjoying this. You are by far the most fun of any woman I've ever been with," he declared.
 
"Whenever you want to," he told her. "I'm enjoying this. You are by far the most fun of any woman I've ever been with,"

She blushed at the compliment and turned her head slightly to grin up at him, "I don't have much experience but I'll say the same of you and the men I've been with."

She spoke honestly and frankly and curled down on top of him in no hurry to move, "I don't want to get up but I suppose if you're going to help me we should soon, there's no telling when Gibon will return to shoo you out of here."
 
"I'm surprised he hasn't already," Ozumi confessed. "Not that I'm complaining," he hastened to add. "But you're right, and you'll feel better after a shower."

He helped her to her feet and steadied her. "Easy, Yasmin. The Willow Worm is probably making you a little sleepy."

He steered her to the corner of the room and set the temperature controls so the water was just above body temperature. As it began cascading down on them he stepped behind Yasmin and helped wet down her hair. after foaming his hands, he started working the soap into her hair, massaging her scalp.

"Why don't you study the training materials?" he asked carefully.
 
Yasmin let him lead her to her shower. She was a bit unsteady on her feel and just nodded slightly when he said the Willow Worm was likely making her sleepy. She suspected it was more than that...two large orgasms was usually enough to make any girl sleepy.

As the hot water cascaded down her body she just closed her eyes and leaned back into Ozumi, letting him take care of her and purring softly at the thoughtfulness of the gesture on his part. It was sweet of him to help clean her up instead of just taking his pleasure and leaving.

"Why don't you study the training materials?" he asked carefully.

"What training materials?" she asked groggily, her voice slurring just a little making it clear she was indeed growing sleepy and relaxed. Her own mind went to the reader the Doc had left her with but from the way he asked she thought Ozumi was talking about something else.
 
"What training materials?"

'She's almost asleep,' he thought a little regretfully.

"Don't worry about it, we can talk about it later," he said. He rinsed her hair and then foamed his hands again, carefully running them over Yasmin's body. He lingered for a bit on her breasts, savoring the weight of them in his hands, before sliding his hands down her belly. He slowly slid his hands between her thighs and gently lathered her.
 
"Don't worry about it, we can talk about it later,"

"Mmmmm, k," she murmured softly, her body relaxing back against him even more as he continued to wash her. When his hand slid down between her legs however she whimpered softly, her hips unconciously moving against his hand.

"That feels good," she whispered softly, already half asleep on her feet.
 
"I hope so," Ozumi replied as he continued to slowly move his hand upon her. He lowered his mouth to the back of her neck and nibbled on her wet skin.

"Ozumi."

The voice of Gibon was a rude interruption and, muffled by Yasmin's flesh, he hissed quietly in frustration before looking over at the console.

"Yes?"

"Put her to bed. I need to talk to you."

Ozumi sighed. "Okay, Gibon. I'll be there in a decisegment."

He leaned forward and kissed Yasmin's ear. "Another time, I pray," he whispered as he reluctantly removed his hands and finished rinsing the cleanser from her body. The dryer quickly removed any traces of water from them and he carefully manuevered Yasmin over to her bed and lay her on her side, hoping she would be comfortable. He covered her with a blanket and whispered, "Thank you," before pulling his clothing on and dimming the lights as he left the room.

Gibon was in the dining room, eating a bowl of something cooked. Ozumi sat down across from him.

"That wasn't what I had in mind," Gibon told him. "But it turned out to be better," he said, riding over Ozumi's gathering protestation. "She enjoyed that, and she hasn't been enjoying it. I'm thinking it's a good idea for her to start enjoying it. How would you and your brother like a job?"

"Doing what?" Ozumi asked, "Training Yasmin?"

Gibon shook his hand non-committally. "Not training, really. Sparring partners. The pair of you get some fun and Yasmin learns a little bit without getting hurt. It's good for her."

"I don't know," Ozumi thought out loud.

Gibon shrugged. "Better you two than, say, Hebart."

Ozumi nodded in resignation. "Cert."

Gibon smiled. "Good boy. Have fun. And make her beg for it a little, that kind of vid sells well."
 
"Ozumi."

Yasmin grumbled softly at the sound of Gibon's voice. Warm, sated, and pleasantly drowsy as she was, the sound of his voice cut through her haze in the most annoying manner and she shifted restlessly against Ozumi not wanting him to leave. When Gibon told him to put her to bed she sighed softly knowing he really didn't have a choice in the matter.

"Thank you,"

She heard the murmured words before he left but she was already drifting off to sleep and didn't reply. For the first time since she'd come onto the ship she slept the sleep of the truly sated not just the exhausted. It was refreshing and rejuvenating to her though it didn't keep her shoulder from throbbing and aching when she woke.

While she'd slept she'd rolled onto her back and her hands were asleep from laying on them. Whimpering softly she activated the implant the Doc had given her and used it to contact him.

Is there any chance you could come and take a look at my shoulder Doc? It got wrenched during my "punishment" and it hurts something fierce. My hands are still cuffed though so there's nothing I can do about it myself. she explained and hoped he had the time to come and fix it for her. She didn't think it was entirely dislocated but it felt like a mild sprain.
 
It took Doc a few millisegments to wake up enough to process the sound he was hearing.

"Console, playback message," he demanded.

"Is there any chance you could come and take a look at my shoulder Doc? It got wrenched during my "punishment" and it hurts something fierce. My hands are still cuffed though so there's nothing I can do about it myself," he heard Yasmin say. He wondered how bad it would be, not having had the courage to watch. He hated that, hated what he had to do to her now.

"I'm sorry, Yasmin," he replied. "I'm not allowed to take painkillers out of the infirmary unless it's an emergency... You'll have to come here. The doors will open to voice command."
 
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