Space Cowboy Transporting Tricia-Closed

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Trazon Station is a dirty place. The Tellerites that run the place look like they all need a bath. The place smells of urine and fetal matter. The back halls are smeared with the blood of dozens of different species. Green goo oozes from the cracks in the wall. The ooze gives off a smell all its own.

Trazon Station is called the DEVILS PLAYGROUND. The Tellerite love to have stories told of the brutality of their prison. Torture is a common event at Trazon Station. Chaining prisoner for long periods to walls within both small cells and large group dungeons. Rape is as regular as meal time. Very few are spared the indignities of the Tellerite guards.

There are some that get a lesser cruelty. Those are what is called Those to be transported. The ones to be transferred are kept in holding cells till their transfer is completed. The holding cells are small and cramped. They are located on the first two levels of the prison.

The prisoner LX-115-CR3264is awaiting transportation to Biltmore Station.
The prisoner LX-115-CR3264 AKA :Tricia is to be transported on the ship: Star Dreamer
The prisoner LX-115-CR3264 is allowed minimum food intake
The prisoner LX-115-CR3264 can not be damaged beyond reasonable treatment.

 

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Tricia Wells sat huddled in her small, cramped cell. The sounds of prisoners suffering bled through the walls, and the tall woman trembled from fear and the cold air that wafted through the steel vents overhead. The lights kept her from being able to tell how long she had been inside the box.

She could hear the guards marching around outside, opening and closing the heavy hatches of the cells, and she swallowed in anticipation of them picking her door.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Star Dreamer

Halo runs her long blue fingers over her control panel. She looks over toward Rex in the command chair. For some reason Rex's hair is getting darker as he ages. She suspects he is coloring his hair but can never catch him. The com units comes to life.
Merchant ship Star Dreamer, license number IS789-2-456 this is Trazon Station, respond!

Halo lets out a sigh" What the fuck are we doing here, Rex?" She asks more bored then anything else.
Merchant ship Star Dreamer, respond!

Rex looks over to Halo. "What the fuck Halo answer the call."

In a look of deep annoyance Halo opens the com channel. " Yeah, this is the Republic Merchant ship Star Dreamer, license number IS789-2-456 w3e hear you."

Merchant ship Star Dreamer you are instructed to park at bay 4-A and pick up prisoner.

Halo perks up. "Roger that, park at bay 4-A to pick up prisoner!" Halo closes the com channel.
"Rex you fuck, you said this was a milk run for supplies" Halo looks around for some thing to throw at Rex. Finding nothing she gives him a two handed rude gesture.

Rex smiles to himself knowing that if Halo knew they were picking up a female prisoner she would of been bothering him the way. Wanting to know all the most detailed information on the woman.

Halo looks at rex as he expertly glides the "merchant ship" in to the dock. " Rex, who are we picking up?"

When the ship settles into the dock he opens an E-Book and reads it over. "Prisoner LX-115-CR3264 AKA :Tricia Wells"

Halo's eyes open wide. " Tricia Wells the daughter of Marcus Wells? Rex you got to be kidding me, Tricia Wells?"

Rex disconnects his safety straps. "That's the one, Prisoner LX-115-CR3264 we are transporting her to Biltmore Station.

Halo releases her straps and climbs out of her chair. " Holy fuck, Holy five fingers fuck, Tricia Wells, she owes me 20 thousand credits or rather her father owes me 20 thousand credits for a sex party six years back on Echo Station 6. That fuck! I'm going to ram my fist up her cunt till I wiggle my fingers in her mouth!"

Rex gives Halo a chuckle " See, now you know why we are here." Halo looks back at him as she starts to climb down from the flight deck. "What did the little fuck do?"

Rex moves toward the ladder. " She seduced a Trappian senator into killing a rival tribe member. Then informed his wife and family about the affair. The senator killed himself. You know how family conscious the Trappians are. it was a major scandal. She was sentenced to ten years at Biltmore Station for destruction of a family unit
" DFU that figures." Halo climbs down the ladder and walks over to the hatch. "Opening Hatch 1"

Rex checks the pressure board over the ladder. "Your clear to open hatch number one!"

Halo cracks the seal and the first whiff of Trazon Station. There standing at the door are two Tellerite guards and a nearly naked woman.

"You are here to transport prisoner LX-115-CR3264?" one of them asks.

Halo gives them a crooked smile. "Oh yeah, we are here for the prisoner LX-115-CR3264 it will be a real pleasure." Halo looks at Tricia. "We will be flying through the bird's nest. This should be lots of fun." Halo looks back at the guard. "As navigator of the Republic Merchant ship Star Dreamer I take possession of prisoner LX-115-CR3264."

 

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The guards grinned and shoved Tricia into Halo's waiting arms. The almost naked woman stumbled, trying not to lose her footing on the metal grate floor. Once she was on the other side of the hatch, out of reach of the guards, she tried to adjust her rags to give her some cover, though her manacles made that near impossible. The guards still found her attempts at modesty amusing as they swapped paperwork with the captain. A few finger swipes and signatures later, Tricia was officially their property.

The Star Dreamer's interiors were larger than the cramped cells and corridors of the holding station, now the tall woman was able to stand upright. But she suspected her quarters on this ship wouldn't be much better than the ones she had come for.

The blue girl who had been eagerly eyeballing her began to touch Tricia, and the blonde tried to move away, and backed herself up against the wall.

 

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The Star Dreamer

When all the E-Books are signed and the hatch is closed Rex turned to Halo. "'ll get the clamps released and out of the docking bay. You know what to do. You got about 20 minutes be fore we make our first jump. " Rex turns toward the ladder to the flight deck. "And Halo put her in a jump suit. I don't want her wondering around half naked."

Halo looks Tricia up and down. "You don't remember me do you. Well its been seven years. Just as well. The good news for you is that this is not a prison ship. We have no cells here. You will be assigned a cabin. Your cabin will be E-1. E is for Engineering. Your cabin will be in the Engineering section. The bad news for you is that you will not be allowed to lounge in your cabin for the whole trip. You will have to work. The Captain will expect you working when your not sleeping or eating. And I will make damn sure you are working. "

Halo grabs her by the arm and leads her down the E-section hall way. The first cabin on the right has a small plaque on the door E-. "This is your cabin." Halo opens the door and pushes her on to the bed. "Take off those rags I have to give you a cavity body search."

 

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After her ordeal in the Trazon station, Tricia only had to move her arms away from her body to let the rags fall to the cold metal floor beneath her. She turned away from Halo and put her hands against the wall, spreading her legs open and bracing herself.

Halo took her time studying the pink naked body splayed out in front of her, letting Tricia sweat before slipping a latex glove onto her hand.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

The latex skin tight gloves were just there for the tease. Halos long blue fingers easily broke through the thin membrane of the tips. " The laws of the Republic require me to use the gloves when doing a search. I at times obey the law. In this case, a transfer from Trazon Station to Biltmore Station is at best pointless. But the law is the law. "

Halo places one of her long fingered hand on the back of Tricia's neck and pushes her face against the bulkhead wall. Halo then kicks her feet out wide. "Prisoner LX-115-CR3264. In accordance with Republic penal code 311-14B I will now start the cavity search. Feel free to scream if you must." And with that Halo jams first one then two of her long probing digits into Tracia's tight rectum.

 

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Tricia screamed as she felt the long blue fingers force themselves deep inside. Her face and chest pressed against the cold metal and she found herself lifted to her toes as the long digits rooted up inside her. A tear streamed down her cheek and she squirmed helplessly.

She hoped the fingers would be in and out quick, but they stayed in. Her voice cracked as she tried to beg for Halo to stop.

Her hands were smaller and more delicate than the guards at her old prison, but they were always quick, too many women to go through. They would plunge inside her, wiggle, and remove. Halo was savoring her time inside Tricia's folds.

 

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Echo Station 6 memories

OCC:Neon "Blues" are biochemically changed on their home planet when they leave for the "professional services" off planet. The change permanently changes the physical appearance and temperament of Neons. When sexually aroused they quite literally start to glow a hue of blue. The greater the excitement the brighter the hue resonates. Also there is an energy transference, a biochemical "heating of the blood". Best described as a pulsed hot/cold interchange that pulses faster as excitement builds in the Neon. Professional sex traders learn to control the speed and length of the pulses. Various Neons explore different ways of controlling the scope of their abilities. Halo specializes in finger manipulation techniques. Meaning, the full flow of her physical energy transference is through her fingers. They are in effect biochemical lightening rods.

Halo smiles as Tricia screams at the dry insertion into her rectum. She grinds her fingers deeper in the long legged prisoner till she is on her toes. Halo leans into her. Her orange jumpsuit presses against Tricia's back pressing her into the ship's bulk head.

Tricia's desperate pleads for Halo to stop go unheeded. The blue alien leans in behind her ear. " Stop? " She asks with an evil grin. " Oh no my dear, your adventure with Halo has just started. It matters little to me what happened to you at Trazon Station. What ever it was, in your mind, will be but a grain of sand on the beach of sexual learning. "
Halo's starts her low end pulse emissions through her fingers. The first charges start as a light tingle.
"You know prisoner LX-115-CR3264 I know who you are, Tricia Wells. I have a long memory of clients that don't pay their bills." Halo grinds her harder against the bulkhead while raising the intensity of her pulses to slow warp.
She hisses into her ear. "Daddy owes me 20 thousand credits. And I'm going to get every last credit out of you. Its a long trip to Biltmore Station with a lot of stops. You will be way, way beyond exhausted when you get there."

 

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historical Note from 2007 for this thread.

A blast from the past!

The biggest gunslinger of them all in this part of space was "Wild Bill" Biltmore. Wild Bill was a
bounty and pirate hunter. His ship was the Southern Cross. He would roam the star systems
looking for bad guy to bring to justice.After many years the Republic Credits started to stack up
and he looked for a place to settle down. He built the"Castle" on a planet a few light years away from
the most heavily traveled merchant traffic that was around at that time.
After he retired and settled down other law eforcement folks stop by and asked if Bill would hold
on to their prisoners for them. Sure Bill would say and promply put them to work. Space justice
can be a cruel master, and Bill was not faint hearted. You broke the law you were going to pay.
Women worked on their backs and their legs open and the men lugged product and masonry and
rock on there backs. Every one worked, the men would collapse and be carried off by other prisoners
to an aide station. The women were given better medical care for they were need just as much as
the men. And made a bulk of the money that Bill had coming in. The men built the castle while the
women payed for it.Soon word got out that crime was just not worth the risk of ending up in "the Castle".
Stories of the Castle floated all over the known space world. Finally world got to the higher authorities
and an investigation was started. Pressure from goverment over the vast spread of space that some
of "their" people were being held in bondage at the Castle with out benifit of trial or hearing. Some thing
had to be done to end this unjustifed detention of "innocent persons".
Wild Bill or AKA William Albert Biltmore, his birth name never lived to see the closing of the Castle.
Wild Bill was with two of his favorite prisoners Sally 14 and Joany 11. They were breaking in a new girl
Jill 42. Bill hadthe girls hold her down while he banged away. He came and then left them.
Biltmore Castle was closed and the prisoners moved. Slowly crime started to rear it ugly head again.
It was decided to reopen the castle as a Republic out post Station.
Some say if you go down to the lowest "storerooms" you can still hear the women screaming.

 

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Biltmore Station had changed since the old tales, but with Halo's throbbing fingers inside her body, Tricia's mind went there and wondered if she would have been better off in those cruel older times.

Her lips trembled and her breath became shorter and shallower as the alien's energy pulsed through her hips, she could feel it in her thigh muscles and her abdomen. It wasn't painful yet, just unusual, but she knew that would change soon. Her human body wasn't used to the kind of energy Halo's species put out, and she was quaking.

What was this creature planning? 20,000 credits? There had to be a way to bargain with her. If her father knew what Tricia was enduring, he would gladly pay, he might even pay twice that. If she could get to a comm station, or find some way to make a deal with Halo, perhaps she could avoid what was about to happen. For the right price, perhaps Halo and Rex might even be willing to "lose" her on one of the space stations en route.

 

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Halo grins, she could tell her energy pulses are having an effect on the human. About that time Rex moves toward the command ladder and calls out to Halo. "Halo I have released the clamps, the ship, is in drift. I'm going to use the thrusters to move us away from the station. You got about 5 minutes till we make our first jump. So stop screwing around. Finish with her and get your blue butt up here!"

Knowing that 5 minutes is not enough time to do a complete cavity search annoyed Halo. It also disappointed her that she could not give Tricia a more aggressive treatment. There simply is not enough time to give her more then just a mild dose of her finger manipulations.

"It looks like the Captain has spared you a complete and thorough inspection at this time. But don't you fret, my dear Tricia Wells. We have just started our adventure." with that, Halo slides her fingers out of Tricia's ass. And runs them against her butt cheek, to in a sense to wide them off. Halo pauses.

"Now lets check your pussy!" With a practiced firmness she inserts her fingers into her vaginal orifice till her fingers would go no further. Then slowly twisted them around. Probing her inner sanctum for foreign objects.

 

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Tricia moaned as Halo turned the blonde into a finger puppet. While the blue fingers vibrated inside her, Tricia felt the hull beneath her hands and feet tremble from the thrusters. She quaked, expecting her body to react any second and trickle all over the alien's hand.

She shut her eyes and waited for Halo to finish with her, knowing there was nothing to find.

 

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Halo hears Tricia moan. She raises her blue lip slightly and glares at the back of the girls head. "I'm not doing this to pleasure you prisoner. If I was it would cost you thousands of credits. This is required by republic penal regulations. " Halo twists her fingers again inside Tricia's vaginal canal. Slowly she pulls her fingers out and wipes them against Tricia's butt.


"I accordance with Republic penal code 311-14B you have been searched for unauthorized or contraband material. I have found none. As I stated earlier, your room is E-1 in the Engineering section. You will find a clothing replicator in there. You are allowed to wear grey and orange jumpsuits. What you wear underneath is not our concern. You are to confine your moving around to the area of your room. The galley where you will eat your meals. And the observation deck which is marked OB 1, 2 and 3. " Halo backs away from Tricia. Turns and climbs the ladder to the Command deck. When she reaches the top she turns and faces Tricia.

"When the Captain allows it. You will present yourself to the Captain's lounge. You will then start paying your way for the trip to Biltmore Station. Now get out of those rags. And clean yourself up. The Captain doesn't like nasty smelling women on his ship!"

Rex looks away from the docking station and looks at Halo. " What? Since when." Halo gives him a look. "That bad?" he asks.

Halo nods. "Oh yeah!"

 

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With Halo gone, Tricia finally exhaled with a shudder. She hated being probed, and prison officials always seemed to find an excuse to inspect her. Even the least humanoid aliens she encountered seemed to find her arousing.

She left engineering and found her cabin. It was bigger than her old cell, she could spread her arms and not touch the walls. But only just so.

She took in her reflection in the small mirror above the sink, it was the first time she had seen herself in weeks. She turned the water on and slowly rubbed her wet hans over her face and neck. As her hands made their way down her neck and to her shoulders, she began to remove the supports keeping her clothing on. She stripped naked in front of her mirror as she massaged herself.

She wasn't aware she was putting on a show for the cameras hidden in her cabin, a necessary precaution for ships transporting dangerous prisoners.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

The thruster eases the Star Dreamertoward the boundary buoy. Rex looks over the setting for the first jump into hyperspace. He glances over and sees Halo climbing in to raised seat. He hears her grumbling under her breath.
"You all right?" He asks.
Halo just looks at him annoyed.
"Well?" Rex asks again as he returns his attention to the flight controls.
"I just feel she is getting a free ride, Rex." Halo mutters.
" Halo, part of our duty to the Republic Services, is to transport prisoners. We are not called on to do it very often. We get the bounty payment when we get to Biltmore Station. Relax enjoy her while you can. And I'll try her out once we get to deep space."
"I hope so Rex. I hope you plow her in her tight cunt like she owes you credits." Halo replies.
Rex smiles to himself. Then notices a motion detector light in the Engineering section flick on. He looks at the buoy as the ship clears the outer edge of the station. A few minutes in near space and then its open space to the first waypoint. Then the long journey to the far reaches of deep space.
When he is sure the Star Dreamer is clear. He hits the control for the motion detector. A small visor drops in front of his left eye. And the body of prisoner LX-115-CR3264 becomes his eye candy.
"Oh I'm going to fuck that piece, that's is for sure!" Rex say with a smile.
Halo looks over from her NAV station. "Good, I hope she walks like a duck afterwards."

 

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The naked woman continued touching herself, but as her fingers began gently massaging her folds from Halo's invasive search, they lingered. She only intended to soothe herself, but for the first time since she could remember there was no noise, no other prisoners or the bootsteps of guards. She had time to herself. And her fingers continued.

She sank to the floor and continued, her breathing becoming heavier and her chest rising and falling. Her toes curled as she pleasured herself.

 

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Rex watches her till she slides down to the floor and out of view. "She must be on the floor. I can't see her any more." Rex remarks some what disappointed.
"There is a second camera in that room." Halo offers.
Rex turns and looks at Halo. "Second camera? " Rex queries. "What second camera?"
"It was installed six months ago. When we were at Bravo 18 space station by a tech guy I know. You will find the feed on channel 6."
"Channel 6? That is the cargo hold feed to monitor cargo. " Rex states.
"She is cargo! She's Republic cargo." Halo replies.
Rex shakes his head and changes the settings to channel 6. In the lower box he can see her sitting on the floor, rubbing herself.

 

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Tricia moaned, turning to her side on the floor and continuing to rub herself. She squeezed her legs together, putting pressure on her hand as is it stroked and pushed in and out. She bit her lip, then turned over to lie on her back.

The camera overhead saw her whole body now as she continued playing with herself, her hard nipples pointing right into the lens, the cold metal floor giving her goosebumps. She licked her free hand, then rubbed her chest with it, slowly kneading her breast.