Friday Afternoon in the Universe [SciFi] (closed)

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This story is closed for Jadefox129 and me. If you have any comments about it, may it be you liked the story, or you didn't, or you have some really great ideas, or you could think of a 3rd or n-th character that is missing in the story, feel free to PM Jadefox or me about it - we'll happily answer.

The setting

It is the year 2632. From the view of the beginning 21st century, many things have changed. The big wars on earth, which started around 2080 as a fight over fossile energy reserves, turned into a nuclear devastation in 2104, which made most of the earth surface uninhabitable for many ten thousand years. Now, only on the south pole (which luckily has lost its ice cap because of the global warming) there is a colony with a few million people. Because the technology was ready, soon after the big war the colonisation of the solar system started. First there was a moon colony which grew bigger fastly, then a mars colony followed. Now, there are also major colonies on venus and the four biggest Jupiter moons, as well as some on smaller moons and asteroids. The main businesses are mining and trading with the mining products as well as foods, and of course with water, which is not available naturally in many colonies. The major colonies have their own mearchant fleets, giant companies - but there are also a lot of smaller, more specialized space shipping agencies.
Soon after the colonisation had begun, a new age of imperialism and feudalism started. Most of the colonies weren't run democratically, and so a lot of local kingdoms arised. In 2284, Francesco Ford Abooda, king of the Colonia Martiana, how the mars colony is called, and commander of the biggest space fleet, declared the Solar Empire and crowned himself Emperor Francis I.
For about a century, there was peace in the solar system, but then local rebellions grew bigger and made the huge empire ungovernable. When the administration under Francis IV. realized that they were no longer able to prevent the solar system from sinking into anarchy, they allowed the foundation of the U.C.O., the United Colonies Organisation, which consisted of recognized intellectuals from all colonies, as well as delegates from local rulers. The Emperor agreed to give his power in the hands of a parliament, which was also established in Colonia Martiana, with representants from the whole system. The monarchy, which still exists, became a representative one with only moral power, like the British Crown in far, far gone days.
After all, since about the year 2400, the solar system has encountered a period of peace and relative wealth for most of its colonies. The royal family, despite it had to give away most of its capital in the revolution, is still very wealty, and is given as much interest from the yellow press as the the European nobility in the old days.

 

[314p]

Friday Afternoon in the Universe

David Giovanni Reshkovich was a 32 year old independent space merchant, as many of his generation were. He had been born on the remaining inhabitable part of earth, and after he had finished school, he had worked hard in a titanium mine until he could buy a used, small cargo spaceship to go into the shipping business. Living on earth as peasants like his parents had never been an alternative for him.
His space ship was not too big. Its cargo bay had room for 14 standard sized space containers, and apart from that there was the machine room constantly smelling of oil and rocket fuel, the bridge, a tiny bunk with a campbed in it, a small bathroom and on central room which he called his "living room". This 4x5 meters sized room was filled with a table, some sports equipment to keep him in shape, a media set (playing movies, music and space news), and a small oven for cooking meals. The ship didnt have much luxury, but at least it had a gravity generator so that he didnt have to float around all the time, and two years ago he had been able to buy a modern proton drive, which enabled him to cross the colonized part of the solar system in about two months.
Dave was bored. For three weeks he had been travelling from Mercury, on his way to the Jupiter moon Titan. In his job, it was normal to be alone for long times, but he had never liked these long travels. He was sitting in his chair at the bridge, the radio playing some music, when suddenly the radar flashed and made a "bing" sound, announcing another space ship in the vicinity. "Oh, probably just another small asteroid looking like a ship that tricked the radar", he thought. When he pressed the "confirm" button on the radar, the auto pilot deactivated itself, as the space travelling law required. He steered the ship in the direction where the radar pointed, to see what it was. "Now HAL, what have we got here?", he asked. Of course, no computer voice answered him. This was just a joke he made for himself from time to time - a reference to a really old movie from earth he had watched a few times, a movie that wasn't even holographical.
The electrical scanner showed no activity of the object. "So it probably is just a rock", he thought. Just to be sure, he turned the ship's short range antenna to the object, and switched on the microphone. "Hello, anybody there?", he asked. One, two, three seconds, no answer. He zoomed his camera to it - on the screen it did look like a small ship. Perhaps it was a wreck. Dave planned to get nearer, in case it was a wreck, to see if it had any usable parts on it. When he was within a 100 km radius of the object (which was a ridiculously small distance in space), the radar gave another "bing". The object ID had changed from "unknown type space ship" to "Royal Spacefleet 188257". He readjusted his camera, and now he recognized a small space yacht - a typical toy of the rich these days. "Hmm, this could become interesting", Dave thought to himself, as he got nearer than 10 km. The speaker began to make a crackling noise, then a soft beep. Then a thin voice said "Hello, can you hear me? Hello? Help me please." This was coming from the ship, with very low power, on the emergency frequency. He picked up the microphone. "Hello, this is Earth private merchant ship 99482-BC5. Can you read me? Are you encountering problems?" A crackling sound was the answer, then he could hear the voice again. "I can hear you, please help me." This was definitely a young woman, telling from the voice. And she was definitely having problems with her ship.
Spaceflight regulations said to give immediate help in an emergency situation. Dave thought, "O what the hell, I'm two days ahead of the plan anyways, so I should help". He prepared for a docking maneuver. His scanner didn't show any active gravity system on the yacht, so this could become a bit tricky. "Hold on, I'll get to you", he said into the microphone. Fortunately the yacht had a standardized docking hatch, and so his ship computer could do an automated docking. "Not so difficult after all", Dave thought. He set the ship engine to zero thrust, climbed down in the living room and from there in the machine room, where the ship's docking hatch was. Just to be sure, he put his plasma pistol in his overall pocket. Space pirates were using all kinds of tricks these days. Then he pressed the "open door" button, which opened this and the other ship's hatch.

 

[Jadefox129]

I finally have a name!

Thyra Zakiyah Abooda was the youngest of the royal family. She was also the only girl, which made her the center of her father’s world. Anything she wanted, he gave her. Nothing was to good for his daughter, she attended the best schools, had the best dresses, went on the best vacations, and when she turned twenty-one, the time when any girl from a decent family began looking for a husband, only the best males from the solar system were allowed to court her. Unfortunately, she had no desire to be married, at least not the pompous stiffs who asked for her hand in marriage. She was desired, not only because of her money, but because of her looks. Her father was part human, part Martian. His skin was a coppery color and his hair was a rusty red. Her mother was from Venus. She was a pale blue, an odd color, even for someone from Venus. Her hair was white, with pale blue swirls the entire length of it. It fell down her back, almost to the floor, and she had to have it cut once a month. The six sons this union produced favored their father; they were strong and tall, copper colored. You wouldn’t even know they were part Venusian if it weren’t for their hair. They were loved on Mars. But Thyra, she was delicate. She favored her mother’s side of the family, with her long blue hair, and pale blue skin. Her eyes were hazel; she picked up on something from her father’s human side. In short, she was uncommon, and she refused to settle for a common man. She decided she needed a break from everyone and begged her father for a ship of her own. She begged and pleaded and eventual got her way, agreeing to take five armed guards and a personal helper with her.
They had only been away for a week when something happened. Thyra didn’t know what happened, but she knew it wasn’t good. She woke up to total darkness, and the sounds of a struggle. She tried to walk towards the door, but found that her feet didn’t touch the ground. She was in the air. Someone had cut off the artificial gravity. She felt around until she found the holdings on the wall and made her way to a small shaft near her closet. She slide inside and hid there. She had been hiding there for hours when she heard a “ping” come from the bridge. She crawled out of her hiding place, and pried open the door to her room. The gravity was out on the whole ship, so she had to crawl along the side of the wall, using the pictures and hooks to move her toward the flashing red light. She searched the computer board in front of her until she found the microphone. She pressed the button next to it and spoke. "Hello, can you hear me? Hello? Help me please." She waited a few minutes and then she heard a male voice say, "Hello, this is Earth private merchant ship 99482-BC5. Can you read me? Are you encountering problems?" "I can hear you, please help me." There was only static after that, and then a loud boom. A second later, she hit the floor and blacked out.

 

[314p]

The hatch opened, and on the other side of the airlock, there was darkness. The light machine room of Dave's ship was quite dim and didn't shine bright enough into the hatch to see anything. Dave switched on his Laser Maglite and tried to see anything in the beam. As far as he could see, the ship was, although its electrical systems were severely damaged, quite intact. Only the furniture was flying around. "Hello? Anybody alive?", he called. No answer.
As he set his feet a step forward into the airlock, his right hand automatically felt for his pistol. Only the thought that pirates that had captured a yacht like that wouldnt bother to attack a lousy cargo ship like his calmed him down a little. He could feel the cold air coming out of the other ship, and at the end of the airlock, he felt gradually lighter - it was the end of his ship's gravity field. Dave switched on his magnetic grip boots and passed the threshold of the yacht.
As he pointed around with his flashlight, the beam fell on a golden plaque on the marble wall, saying "Photonic Ray Space Ship Manufacturing Ltd, Colonia Martiana", and below, "PR-9000 custom build for Princess Thyra Zakiyah"
"Oh my god", Dave thought, "this is the princesses ship." He was not sure what to expect as he went further in. At the end of the corridor, there was a stairway to the main lounge of the ship. Two years ago, he had been to the Mars Air and Spacecraft Fair and visited the PR-8000, an earlier model, of course not that luxuriously built as this one - and so he had at least a bit of orientation in this dark ship. When his light beam hit the ceiling of the lounge, Dave saw three bodies floating aroung. He pointed his wrist watch Medicomputer on each of them to measure their neural activities - nothing. They probably had been dead for at least an hour. A heavy pool table floating around suggested that they possibly had been hit by it.
He opened a door on the right end of the lounge - this was, he remembered, the entrance to the staff and machine rooms. In the ship's kitchen, he found a gross scenario. Pans and pots were flying around everywhere, and between the two big ovens there was a badly crushed corpse. The poor guy must have been practically mashed between them. Disgusted, he turned away. He went down to the machine room. When he opened the door, bright light and an incredible heat hit his face. about fifteen meters away, he saw the broken proton reaction chamber, and in it the blueish-white glow of the reactor core. Next to it, on the manual shutoff apparatus, there were two more corpses. He didn't even point his Medicomp on them - they had been fried alive by the reactor, trying in vain to shut it off. As fast as he could, he shut the machine room gate again. From what he had learnt, this core was only away minutes from melting, and thus from a giant explosion. From the point of view of the Federal Emergency Regulations, the only right thing to do was now to immediately leave the ship, and get into safe distance with his own ship. Probably there was noone alive on this yacht anyway. But, this was the princesses ship. If there was the slightest chance of her being still alive, he couln't leave her here. He gave himself two minutes before leaving the ship. He thought. Probably, at the time of the accident - or whatever had happened - she was in her private rooms, waiting for the meal to be prepared. So he should look for her there. As fast as possible with his magnetic boots, he blimbed up to the main lounge. Just as he wanted to turn to the princesses quarters, a thought hit him like lightning. The emergency message - this probably was the princess, since the bodies he had found were all male - it must have come from the radio on the bridge. He turned to the front section of the ship. He had difficulties climbing up to the bridge, but finally managed. Between the two pilot's seats, he found her. She seemed to be breating, but without conciousness. A look to the Medicomp - almost neutral values. He grabbed her at the shoulders and pulled her up. Her eyes were half closed. "Hello? Can you hear me?", he yelled. "Mmmmnnnmm", came a weak answer. A look to his wrist watch. Fifty seconds left. "How many people are aboard?", he asked her in a firm voice. Some soft stuttering answered his question. He shook her, first lightly, then rougher. "How many people?", he asked again. The princess opened her eyes. "Ssssix.... no... seven" - she closed her eyes again. Dave had found six corpses, she must be number seven, he figured. And now - get the hell out of here, he thought. Grabbing her firmly around her thigh, he climbed again out of the bridge. As fast as he could, he got back to the airlock and through it.
As he reached his side of the hatch, the princess slid down through his arms. Gravity was making itself felt again. With his fist he hit the big red emergency undock button. With a hiss, the hatch closed, and two seconds later, he could hear the boom of the explosive bolts. This gave the two ships an initial momentum away from each other, but he would have to get in a position at least 40 km away, and this as fast as possible. For the moment, he forgot about the princess, and hastily climbed up to the bridge. He skipped the normal pre-flight check and turned the proton drive on full power. The ship's gravity system damped only parts of the acceleration, and he had to hold to the chair for the first seconds. Then he watched the distance meter. Five kilometers, twelve, 19, 27... seconds later it was beyond the critical 40 kilometers. He looked at the monitor for the rear camera. The princesses ship was only a small grey point. Suddenly, the monitor turned bright white. The yacht had exploded. With one quick motion, he flipped the switch of the particle shield to maximum. The lights got a bit dimmer, as nearly all of the ship's energy flowed into the shields. Seconds later, the shock wave reached the ship, shaking it around. About ten seconds later, there was silence again. Dave left the shields on to protect the ship from debris, and switched on the autopilot. Then he went back to the machine room. The princess was there as he had left her, lying flat on the cold metal floor, still only half conscious. He bowed over her and slightly touched her pale blue face. "Can you hear me now?", he asked.

 

[Jadefox129]

Thyra moaned when she felt the warm hand touch her cheek. It was a welcome distraction from the cold she felt on the rest of her body. She leaned into it, ignoring the man’s question. It took a moment for her to register his words and how he spoke them. When she thought about it, he did not sound like a man from her home, nor did he speak like one of her class. Thyra struggled to open her eyes, and when she did she found that she could not see. She screamed and backed up until she was against the wall. She didn’t know who this man was or if he had anything to do with the chaos on her ship, but she did not trust him. He cleared his throat and Thyra turned her head in his direction. As best she could, she spoke. "I do not know who you are or what you want, but would you kindly take me back to my ship or my home? If you choose not to do either, my father will be looking for me as I am do home any day now. It would be unwise of you to try to hold me hostage. So, what will it be?" With that, Thyra stood up and waited for this man to speak.

 

[314p]

Dave could feel his thoughts fill with anger. These upper class snobs were all the same. Sure, she probably had gone through terrible events - he did not know what had happened to her and her ship - but why was the first thing for such a snobby girl to think of a working class guy when she woke up, after he had rescued her? That he wasn't someone to trust, that he had evil plans with her...
"Hostage? Take it easy, kid! You won't remember, but I've rescued you minutes ago. And no - you can't return to your ship. One more thing: I know your fucking snobby nose is worth more than I'll earn in my hole life, yet this is my ship, and you're a passenger, so you aren't going to command me around. Did I make myself clear?" Over the years, living with a constantly low bank account, working hard, seeing how incredibly rich these aristocrats were, he had lost the last bit of respect for them.
The princess looked a bit scared when he said these words, and to Dave was a little surprised too when he heard these hard words come out of his mouth, adressing a beautiful girl who had just woken up from unconsciousness.
"Look, I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry. It's just - minutes ago I've rescued you, I've risked my life to rescue yours, and the first thing you do is suspect me of wanting to harm you, of holding you hostage." Dave spoke these words with a much softer tone.
For the first time he really looked at her. She was a beauty. Hard to tell how old she was. Could be 18, could be 21 or 22. Hard to tell with non-Earthlings. Her pale blue face was dirty all over, and her long blue hair was a mess. Nevertheless, she was beautiful. Through the rags that had probably once been an expensive royal dress, he could see her slender, perfect figure.
He offered her his hand. "I'm Dave, who do I have the honor to be with?" His smile and his voice told the irony he had laid into the last words.

 

[Jadefox129]

Thyra cringed when she heard Dave’s harsh words. She backed up against the wall again, afraid that he would try to hit her. His voice softened when he spoke next, and Thyra calmed down.
"I'm Dave, who do I have the honor to be with?" Thyra looked in Dave’s direction. She still could not see him. She ignored Dave’s question. There was really no reason to answer him; everyone knew who she was. She looked up, directly into the light above her and flinched. That was why she could not see. This was earthlight. The light on Mars was darker, and her ship had been designed with that in mind. She sighed and looked back in Dave’s direction. She could feel him looking at her.
“I am Thyra. I suppose you already know my last name. You must be from earth or a planet very similar. Your lights, they hurt my eyes. I cannot see anything. I have no idea what you look like and I would very much like to know. Is there anyway that you can change the light on your ship?” Thyra put her hand out in front of her and walked toward Dave until she touched him. When he grabbed her left hand, she looked down.
“That settles it. You are an earthling. Very rare to meet a pureblood in these parts. You are so cold. They said that you would be, compared to other species, but the reality is…Well, it is amazing.” Thyra turned Dave’s hand over, feeling the texture of it. “Your hand is rough, you must do manual labor. You have never been married, and you have not been with a woman in some time.” Thyra looked up as she cleaned the dirt from under Dave’s thumbnail. “Your nails are filthy. You have not said anything. I might not be able to see, but I can tell a lot from what I can feel. I get it from my mother’s side. I hope that the rest of you is as interesting as your hand. Now, are we going to do anything about these lights, and are you going to tell me anything else about you?"

 

[314p]

Wow, this girl was funny. First she could hardly speak, and now she was quacking away like a young goose... He smiled when she told him the story of his whole life - his, not hers. She seemed to consider herself very smart.
"HAL, dim the lights" - he just couldn't help making that joke again and again. Chuckling, he turned to Thyra. "He's getting a bit deaf lately, you know". Getting up, he walked to the light controls of the machine room, and dimmed the lighting. "Better?", he asked. The princess nodded.
Then he stopped to think for a moment. This whole situation turned him on. That princess, a forbidden fruit, a valuable gem, with black stains of dirt and soot on herself and her torn, yet expensive-looking clothing, and she was obviously interested in him, even if he hadn't been very kind to her - it all was like a glowing meteorite hitting a peaceful planet. She had set him on fire.
He controlled himself for the moment, walked back to her, and said: "Yes, you're right, I'm filthy, I've ever been, for the 32 years of my life. That's my job, maintaining that old ship with oil dripping out everywhere, flying around cargo transports. You should have seen me when I worked in the mines. I was completely black with dirt back then. Or even earlier, when I worked on my parents' farm, getting up early in the morning to work hard the whole day - there was little time to wash myself. Yes, I've been dirty my whole life. You believe to know everything, but you don't know that kind of life when you haven't lived it." He looked at her. "But look at you: You're filthy yourself. Probably for the first time in your life, aren't you? Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself. You're probably leading a life I can't imagine as a simple worker. How old are you, anyway?"

 

[Jadefox129]

Welcome Back 314p

When the lights dimmed Thyra looked at Dave properly for the first time. He was dirty, but in a cute sort of way. She looked down when he mentioned her dress. It was filthy, the blood red of the dress was almost black, there were cuts over her left breast and her leg was exposed all the way to the middle of her thigh. She fought the urge to cover herself and laughed instead. She kept laughing until she looked back at Dave. He was standing in front of her with his arms crossed. She stopped laughing and looked at the floor to compose herself. When she felt in control of herself, she looked up at him, straightened her back and smiled.
“You’re right. This is the filthiest I have ever been. Not counting when I was a child. I was always in the dirt. I was about seven before any of the staff realized I was actually blue, not red. As for my life, I have no doubt that I have done things that you cannot imagine, or afford. However, the same could be said for me. I have never had to work hard all day, let alone do it on a farm, nor could I see myself working with oil. The hardest work I have had to do is to pick out a husband, and I have not succeeded at that. If you want to look at my pervious lives, you will see a different pattern. This life seems to be my cosmic break. I have been a slave, a prostitute, and a mercenary, just to name a few of my past lives. I have done backbreaking work, sometimes while laying on my back, but in this life…no. I cannot say I have done any real work. As for my age, I am 21. I would ask your age, but I know it already. And yes, for the record, I do consider myself very smart.” With that, Thyra turned and walked away from Dave, towards the bridge.

 

[314p]

Incredible. This girl just left him standing there with his mouth open. She seemed to be so much better in talking than he was. But he started to feel sympathy for her. After all, she wasn't the posh girl who didn't want to have to do anything with him, and her way was quite entertaining. Wherever this led, it would be fun. He could sense it.
His open mouth turned into a wide grin, then he started to laugh out loudly. "Hey, my princess", he started, walking after her, still laughing, "you're really cracking me up. Spave travel is quite boring, and you've really made my day." Dave cleared his throat. "So what may it be now, Your Royal Majesty? May I humbly offer her my modest bathroom to clean up a little? Or would she rather prefer to rest a bit first?" He just couldn't help starting to laugh again when he said these words.

 

[Jadefox129]

Thyra stopped walking when Dave started laughing. He seemed amused by her words and Thyra couldn’t see why. She saw an opportunity to get back at him for laughing at her when he offered her the use of his bathroom.
“I think, when you are done laughing, I will use your bathroom to clean up a little. Normally I have servants that wash me, but I guess you will have to do. Now, where is that bathroom?” Thyra watched the play of emotions on Dave’s face as he took in her words. She sighed impatiently. “Well? I really would like a bath or a shower, or something! Are you going to bath me or not?”

 

[314p]

"You want me to... bath... you?", Dave asked. He realized the slightly dumb tone his words had. Oh well, there he was losing control over the situation again. As a space mercheant, he didn't see much women, and until now he hadn't been asked by one to bath her, let alone such a beauty. She clearly played with him. Hadn't he made clear he was the captain on board? Now she was treating him as a servant. On the other hand, he didn't want to let pass the opportunity of undressing that sweet beautiful girl.
He cleared his throat and said with a firm voice: "Hey, watch it. I've told you I'm not your servant, OK? So I'm gonna wash you, but only if you return me the favour and wive me a thorough wash. Deal?" With these words, he walked away and motioned her to follow. When he neared the bathroom door, it hissed open. Inside, he flicked the lights on, and immediately dimmed them down a bit so they wouldnt hurt the princess.
The bathroom was about 2 to 3 metres in size, and quite luxurious compared to the rest of the ship. He had gotten it from an old space cruiser that was going to be wrecked, and had installed it as a replacement for the standard space shower module. The room looked a bit antique (the ship he had got it from had been almost 50 years old), but still tasty and expensive. It had walls made from white ceramic (in contrast to the dark steel walls in the rest of the ship), and the floor and many of the surfaces were made of red marble from Mars. It had a large washstand, a toilet, a shower and a large bathtub, which was probably the most luxurious part of the ship. Dave liked to take a bath here before he went to sleep - which was affordable even on longer space travels since the ship had a closed water recycling circuit. The whole ceiling glowed pale blue, illuminating the room gently like the sun in Earth spring time.
"What'ya say, princess?", he asked Thyra with a grin. "You haven't expected this luxury on my ol' dirty ship, have you?"

 

[Jadefox129]

Thyra opened her mouth to tell him he was indeed her servant, at least until she got home, when he opened his bathroom door. The lights stunned her before Dave dimmed them. When she opened her eyes and stepped inside of the bathroom, it astounded her. The white of the walls and the red of the floor reminded Thyra of her own bathroom at home. Thyra walked around the bathroom, touching everything, until she stood in front of the bathtub. Thyra turned to look at Dave; he might look like a merchant, but his taste screamed aristocracy. “I like your bathroom. It reminds me of my home. And your floor is real Martian Marble. Amazing. You must have spent quite a fortune on this room. I’m going to guess that this is your favorite room on the ship.” Dave looked at her warily as she slowly walked towards him. When she stood directly in front of him, she removed the clasp on her dress. The dress silently pooled at the princess’s feet. She waited for Dave to look down and compliment her on her body, but he did not. In fact, he began to look everywhere but at her. Thyra sighed loudly, and placed her hands on her hips. “You have seen this room a million times. There is nothing in here that is new except me, yet I am the only thing you will not look at. Why? Doesn’t my body please you?” She freed her hair, letting it fall to down her back. She slowly turned in front of Dave, giving him an unobstructed view of her body. When she turned to face him again, he was staring at the ceiling. Thyra through her hands in the air, feeling like a fool. “You could have at least told me you weren’t interested. I have never met a man I could not arouse, but then, I have never met one who was not interested in women. I must have misread the signals. Nevermind. Fill your tub and bath me, and then I will bath you.”

 

[314p]

Oh god. Dave looked away from Thyra because he didn't want to be accused of leeching after her, and because he thought that was the way she was used to be treated. But after her words, it was obvious that she was hot like the Venus surface, longing to be touched, longing to be looked at. He said, "Hey, you're really beautiful. You're outstanding. You're probably the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, my princess. I was just waiting for an invitation."
That was an opportunity never to come again. He removed his shoes and overall, then his sweat soaked t-shirt, then his boxer shorts. Now he was standing there just as naked as she was.
"Princess, you may not know this, but when I was young, we didn't have much water to bath. So we bathed together. Want to bath with me?"

 

[Jadefox129]

Thyra smiled when she felt the wave of lust roll off Dave. She almost missed his offer to bath together, but she nodded her head in agreement. As Dave filled the tub with water, she tried to remember what she learned about the customs on planet earth. Her mind blanked out as Dave began to remove his cloths. Thyra swallowed hard as his chest came into view. And once his boxers dropped…Thyra almost offered herself to him immediately. She had to force herself not to look at his penis. Once the tub was filled, Dave turned and offered her his hand. It was too late now for Thyra to act shy, so she decided to go with it. No one at home had to know if she had a fling with a commoner.

 

[314p]

Oh this girl was so wonderful. For a moment, Dave just stood back to see her body. The pale blue skin, her blue hair - everything contrasting the fiery red marble floor - was just amazing. Dave picked her up to carry her with his strong arms again - only this time her naked body touching his. It was a wonderful feeling. He walked over to the bathtub and lowered her gently, slowly. When she just touched the water, he asked, "Is the temperature right for my sweet Venusian princess?" She answered with a nod, a sigh escaping her lips from the touch with the water. Gently he laid her into the water, then climbed after her. It was always a joy to get into the warm water, but this time of course, even more. He could already feel a tingle between his legs, his penis slowly growing. As they were facing each other, Dave could only hope Thyra wouldn't notice.
Most people that knew Dave would describe him as a hard worker, with rough manners, not caring much for feelings. But there was another side of him, a more sensual one. When the day had been hard work, he used to take a bath for relaxing. He would then climb into the water to relax completely, not only physically, but also mentally as well as emotionally. He would touch himself everywhere, running his hands down his chest, his legs, his stomach - eventually starting to massage his cock, that was usually hard until then.
Thinking of this habit, and that this time he had the princess with him, made him more and more aroused.

(OOC: I'd love to read also about the princesses steamy bathing habits, if you'd like
BTW, I love your new quotations in your signature!)

 

[Jadefox129]

Thyra sank into the tub, the warmth of the water easing her joints. She leaned back, feeling herself relax. She opened her eyes to watch Dave enter the tub, her eyes trained on his rising penis. She adverted her eyes when he sat down fully, hoping he had not seen her staring. She wanted to keep looking at him, but was overcome with a sudden shyness. No male had ever shared her bath. Her keeper was a female, and even she was not allowed to be in the same room with Thyra as she bathed. Thyra loved her baths; they gave her a chance to be alone, and to get to know her body. While she bathed, Thyra ran her hands over her entire body; tracing the outline of her nipples, pinching and squeezing them until they stood at attention, running her hands down her flat stomach, and over her vagina, parting the folds and feeling her wetness. She would tease herself for hours until she could not take anymore. She would begin to furiously rub her clit until she had an orgasm. Thinking about her baths made Thyra highly aroused and she turned to look at Dave. His faced looked strained, and Thyra was about to ask him why when she saw the head of his penis break the surface of the water. Thyra licked her lips at the sight. Bathing with Dave was much more interesting then bathing by herself. Thyra slide over Dave and turned, placing her back against his chest. She put her head on his shoulder and opened her legs in a silent offer.


(TY! I was getting sick of my other sig, so I opted for a change. Thanks for noticing! )

 

[314p]

Dave saw Thyra look in his eyes, then down to his throbbing penis, then up again. He had lost control over his erection and he knew it. No chance to hide it either. She'd probably be mad at him for talking her into bathing together with him, obviously only because he was in lust for her body. But something different happened. He noticed her subtly licking her lips when she saw his hardening member, and then, even clearer, leaned herself onto him, spreading her thighs. For the first time after she had woken up, she was silent now. And he didn't want to break that magical silence. He just couldn't help a sigh escaping his lips as he felt her soft skin on his.
After just lying there and savouring that feeling for a moment that seemed like eternity, he raised his hands out of the water and followed the beautiful curves of her body with them, starting at her neck, brushing over her chest with her beautiful breasts, her flat stomach, further down her soft pale blue thighs, then up again, this time a bit more on the inside of her thighs. With a soft moan, she sunk a few inches deeper in the water. The base of his penis was now touching her directly between the thighs. Both of them shivered a little at this intimate touch, and the princess repositioned herself upwards again. Thinking again, only moments later she sunk downwards again. Dave slid a hand between her thighs and gently pressed his dick against Thyra's soft pussy.

 

[Jadefox129]

Thyra moaned when Dave’s dick pressed against her pussy. She knew what she wanted but she could not help but think of what would happen if this got out. Her body, however, had no such reservations and it took over, clouding her mind. Her hips were moving up and down, rubbing her pussy on Dave’s dick. She heard his sharp intake of breath, felt him press against her harder. Thyra followed Dave’s hand in between her thighs and touched his hardness. Dave groaned into Thyra’s ear. She began to rub her hand up and down his length, feeling him harden even further. After a few minutes of this, Thyra stopped, put her legs on either side of the tub and lifted her lower half out of the tub. She put a hand between her legs again and positioned Dave under her. She slowly sat down unto Dave’s cock, crying out as he entered her.

 

[314p]

Dave inhaled sharply as Thyra slipped her hot pussy over his hard dick. The rubbing had already felt great, but the warmth surrounding his dick was just such a wonderful feeling. Soon she started to fuck herself slowly with his hardness, sending shivers through his spine.
Dave usually didn't get much intimacy. From time to time he met someone in some cheesy space station bar, usually female space mercheants, usually average to not so good looking, who also realized she could use some play to relieve the pain the lonely space travels left back. Then, it usually was some quick fuck, perhaps spending a night, perhaps shorter, in his or her spacecraft.
This here was completely different. This girl was a beauty, and she was from a world that had nothing in common with his. She seemed to enjoy the special situation, this unplanned encounter, as much as he did. He wasn't too sure if she had had so many lovers before.
... Dave opened his eyes again. This beautiful princess was still fucking him, and he could feel his climax nearing, a fact which he wasn't hiding, as his moans grew louder and louder. He grabbed her hips and grinded them down onto his hard member harder and harder.

 

[Jadefox129]

Thyra moaned loudly when Dave grabbed her hips and started fucking her harder. She had only had one other lover before him, and the encounter was nothing worth mentioning. Thyra was fast approaching her climax when she heard a loud “bing”. She ignored it, focusing on the sensations that Dave was producing, but she felt him stiffen. She turned her head to look at him and saw that his eyes were on the ceiling. She looked up and noticed that the color of the light had changed; it was a bright red. Thyra sighed and stood up, shivering as she felt Dave’s dick slide from between her legs. She turned to face him, and gave him a slight kick in the leg. “Come on. I suppose the change in color cannot be good, so let’s go. First, I need clothes. I cannot walk around naked all day. And after you have taken care of…whatever this is, I expect you to finish the job.”

 

[314p]

Sighing, Dave slipped in a gown lying ready and handed Thyra a second one. "Wear this for the moment, 'K? Let me look on the bridge, some needed course change or a radio message, probably." He went out of the bathroom, then he turned around once more. "Sorry, my princess", he said, kissing her gently on her cheek.
As he came to the bridge, he saw the display of his space radio flashing. He adjusted his gown, then pressed the answer button. A man in the uniform of the Royal Space Patrol appeared on the screen, apparently raising an eyebrow when he saw the way Dave was dressed.
"This is Royal Space Patrol spaceship RSP-05843-beta.", the man said.
"This is mercheant ship 99482-BC5. Sorry for my state of dress. I was just taking a bath." Dave smiled, the officer didn't.
"We are in search of a ship of the Royal fleet in this quadrant. We have cause for assuming there might have been an accident. Have you encountered anything?"
Dave thought for a moment. He saw himself, with luxury all around him, him having become wealthy from the reward for rescuing the princess from such a dangerous situation. Then he thought of the princesses words: "I expect you to finish the job". The pictures in his mind vanished. Oh well.
"About 1.4 million kilometers back my course, I had a radar reading, from a small space ship. Wait a second... There it is, Ship ID 188257. There was an explosion shortly after, which probably destroyed the ship. I was lucky to be far enough from it." He thought for a moment. "Wait, I can transmit you my sensor readings." Carefully cutting out only the part with the explosion, he sent the data. "What kind of ship was it?", he asked. The officer, not changing the look on the face, replied, "I'm not authorized to talk about this at the moment. Thank you for the cooperation so far. Please continue your travel. Royal Space Patrol spaceship RSP-05843-beta over and out." The screen blackened again.
What had he done? This would probably bring years of prison for him... if they got him. But first, he had this beautiful princess as a guest - as a very special guest. He got back to the bathroom.
"They're looking for you. They asked me, but I haven't given them any hints to look for you on my ship. I hope that's fine with you. If not, you'll understand that I can't turn you over so easily now. In this case, I'm afraid you're now officially my hostage." He waited a few moments, waiting to see anything on the princesses face. "So, what are you up to?", he asked.

 

[Jadefox129]

Hostage. Everything else that Dave said to her was obsolete. She was officially a hostage. She could have been on board a RSP ship, on her way home, and yet she was here, an official hostage. Thyra looked around the bathroom for something she could use to hit Dave. She did not see anything heavy enough to knock him out, so she decided to settle on punching him.
“I am a princess,” Thyra said as she began walking back to Dave. “I am supposed to be picking out a husband. You are not husband material. You are a lowlife. I should be on my way home; you should have given me up. What is it? Is the reward is not big enough?
I can add to it. Do you need parts for you ship, or a better ship? I can give it to you. What matter right now is that you go back, call the RSP, and tell they I am on board your ship. I need to go home. Fucking you is not that important to me. I need to go HOME!” Thyra punctuated the end of her sentence by punching Dave in the chest. She could hear the wind leave his body and saw him double over. She turned and walked back into the bathroom; she took of the gown Dave had given her and put her tattered dress back on. She sat down on the edge of the tub, crossing her legs. She waited to speak until Dave began walking towards her, a threatening look in his eyes.
“You should stop walking now. I do not take kindly to threats. I do want to fuck you, really, I do, but it would be better if we parted ways now. You have things to do, and I have a royal bloodline to save. Besides, I do not think you would make a good prince.” Dave paused three feet from Thyra, and a puzzled look crossed his face. It was all Thyra could do not to laugh.
“That’s a long story. What matters is that something happened on my ship, and everyone on board died but me. I think I know why, and if that is the reason, it is best I go home. I will be safer there, and, I will not have your death on my head. Dave, whoever killed my crew, is going to keep coming until I am dead or they are next in line for the throne. Mars may not have a ‘real’ ruling family but Venus still does. My mother is Queen. The only reason no one ever talks about that is because Venus is in a state of peace. There has not been a war there in over a century. However, the males there are subservient to the women, and the Queen is the ultimate ruler. When my mother dies, I will be Queen. That makes me highly sought after. If I were to become pregnant with your child, you would be my husband, and they would accept you as their prince. You would have a key place in parliament. Parliament…it’s a joke. The people are growing restless, and they want a new government. Nothing is being done for them, people are dying everyday, and parliament turns a blind eye. It was created for the people, so that everyone can have a voice and now that voice is all but silent. Now would be a good time for an empress to come alone. It is the very reason I was born. I think Venus is a perfect example of why women should be rulers. Nevertheless, I need a strong mate, and that is why all the best males of royal blood have been sent to me. I need to pick one who can help me unite our people. I think you would be good for the job, but I do not see you as ruthless. You have a temper, but you are not ruthless enough to help me get the job done, and you are not even royalty on your own home planet. Not that your bloodline would help. No offense, but humans…just look at your history and the destruction of your planet. No other species has almost killed itself. I need someone who has a strong bloodline. That someone is not you. Just…call the RSP, I will tell them you did not know I was on your ship. I need to go home.”

 

[314p]

Dave stepped back a foot or two, and sat down on the podest the bathtub was built into. He sat there, looking at the opposite wall, thinking. Then he looked up to Thyra, who was still waiting for a reaction, and began to speak. Slowly, with a calm, but firm voice.
"OK. --- OK, this was a mistake, not telling them --- or maybe it was not. Let me explain a few things. First of all, my reaction. I have a steady, boring life - not much happening, not much talking to people. Then, out of a sudden, you hit this life, like normally only meteorites hit space ships. Not only I have suddenly a princess on board, you, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, no, that same woman wants to have sex with me immediately, without knowing me, without any inhibitions. Then, not even half an hour later, I'm asked to give up that dream, that treasure. Sorry, that was not a rational decision, I just couldn't help it. My plan was just having you as a guest on board, as long as you enjoy it, and then bring you somewhere where you want.
But I haven't thought of big politics. What you're telling me of is a world I normally don't have to do anything with. You're next in the succession to the throne on Venus, and there are people, criminals, who want to prevent this. Understood. Consequence is, the only safe place for you at the moment is in the Royal Palace, and maybe not even there. Do you know for sure this RSP ship was for real? Maybe it was a fake patrol, a bunch of those gangsters who just wanted to be sure, because they knew I was close to the place of the incident.
Well, when I think about it, there is exactly one place that is safe for you in the entire universe right now - exactly here, on my ship.The gansters believe you're dead, and you'll be officially dead in a few days. As long as nobody suspects you're still alive, you'll be absolutely safe. If I can be trusted, that is - I hope you trust me.
So, my plan is the following: I've been in business with your mother's Royal Palace before. Now and then, I've sold them workers. I'll try to sell you to your own mother as a specially trained worker. Incognito, of course. When you get in the innermost part of the palace, you should be safe and you can reveal your real identity.
The cruise should take a little under two months. I strongly hope we get along with each other this long. What do you say, princess? Do you like my plan or do you have another?"

 

[Jadefox129]

“No I do not have another plan. Your plan seems fine.” Thyra sighed and sat down next to Dave. She placed her head on his shoulder, needing him to comfort her. They sat in comfortable silence for a while, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Thyra broke their silence.
“We had sex. Even though we didn’t climax we had sex. It counts. Oh my God. I am no longer a virgin. Dave no one, and I mean no one can know about this. I have to be a virgin on my wedding day. Oh my God. They are going to kill me. Why did we have sex? I have always been able to resist the urge to have sex; I have been on your ship not even a full day and already…Dave we cannot be on the same ship for two months.” Thyra stood up and began pacing the room. What were they going to do? She could not trust anyone else; someone had tried to kill her. She had to follow his plan, but at the rate they were going, she would end up pregnant before they reached their destination. An idea slowly began forming in Thyra’s head. She stopped pacing as it took form.
“Dave you have to lock me up. We cannot be together for the full to months. This is the only way that makes any sense. I’ll just take one of your spare rooms and you can tell me when we land. I will just have to have my meals brought to my room.” Thyra nodded her head, satisfied with her idea. She became less pleased when Dave did not immediately agree to her plan. A sick feeling began to form in her stomach; it tightened and threatened to consume her when Dave opened his mouth to speak.