"Space Pirates" (closed)

[HumanBean]

On the bridge of the Venture:

"How long?" Portia asked regarding their arrival at the Wrankle & Conrad Spacecraft Reclamation Depot orbiting Veldane 2.

Marcus checked his panel, answering, "Just under 18 hours, Captain. I can make it as much as 3 hours less than that. But we'll burn up twice as much shuttle fuel. On the other hand, I can save us 50% of the fuel we'll be burning now. But that'll mean more of a chance that we get discovered."

They'd already gone over the plan several times. It didn't surprised Marcus when Portia said that they'd stick to what Betty had confirmed was the best alternative.

"Contact Vincent and Yom and update them," Portia ordered. "Tell them I want every member of the raiding team in bed now. I want them well rested. If they need help, the Doc can give them something to help them sleep."

(OOC: Obviously, you meant after training in the VR? I'm going to go with that.)

"Aye, aye, Captain," Marcus responded, chuckling softly.

He'd been watching ancient Old Earth recordings about pirates recently. (Moving pictures or movies they'd called them.) Aye aye, Captain was one of the things he'd heard the crew members saying often. Aye aye and arrrgh, which Marcus had concluded was an Old Earth version of fuck or shit or something.

He'd found some Old Earth movies about space pirates, too. Buck Rogers in the 25th Century, which had actually been filmed in the 20th century. Firefly, which had been a periodically released and repeatedly rereleased series. It had also featured a subsequent movie which had neatly tied up some loose ends that had concerned Marcus.

These had all been far more entertaining than the more recent recordings, the ones from the last Standard Century. These had been produced by entertainment companies owned by the Corporation. Each of them without fail had depicted pirates as ruthless, bloodthirsty, raping murderers. Marcus feared that he and the rest of the crew of the Venture would come to be depicted like this to the public at large.

When Portia mentioned the ship's doctor, Marcus's cock twitched with excitement. She was one of Yom's people who Marcus had had the great joy of spending some time with over the past two days. And he'd seen Jennifer in far fewer clothes than Portia had.

She'd told him a little bit more about how she'd fallen from grace. But Marcus knew that there was likely much more to the story that she simply wasn't ready to reveal to him yet.

"I'm going to be in the Game Room," Portia told Marcus, looking to Betty and saying, "Come with me."

He watched them depart, letting his gaze drop to the cyborg's fine, tight ass. Marcus felt a bit greedy wishing he was fucking Betty as well as he was Portia and Jennifer. He took a moment to think about that. He wasn't fucking both of them at the moment, was he? He'd only started having sex with the Doc the day before yesterday. And he hadn't been with Portia since entry into Emmanual 4's atmosphere a handful of days ago. So, that wasn't considered at the same time, right?

Well, either way, he was very satisfied with his current sex life. Adding the cyborg to his roster of lovers would be the frosting atop a very delicious cake, though. He'd been with less advanced cyborg models that had been programmed for sex. They'd been incredible, though, not fully lifelike. Still, fuck, the feeling!

"Hank!" Marcus called to the man asleep in a console chair in the corner of the bridge. The youngest of the new bridge crew had been running simulations for hours and was exhausted. He popped to, regained his senses, stood, and moved to sit next to his trainer. Marcus told him, "You're tired, I know, which means this'll be a good time to see how well you do at this. If you can do it with your brain working half-speed, you can surely do it well rested."

Marcus activated a simulation panel for a shuttle's control panel. Hank wasn't actually going to pilot one of the two chosen craft into the boneyard, of course. But Portia wanted someone trained at the controls in case something went wrong.

Portia, Vincent, Marcus, and Betty could already pilot the shuttles. But Betty was going to be remaining on the mothership to pilot it, monitor the heist, and (if necessary) come running in case there was an issue. And with Marcus, Yom, and Portia all leading squads, if one or more of them got hurt (or, worse, captured), they needed someone familiar enough with the shuttle controls to get it away from the space ship station.

They spent an hour running through scenarios. Finally, Marcus said, "Go get a shower and some sleep. Be back here in 7 hours, rested and fed and ready to go."


The Game Room:

Portia announced, "Okay, Betty tells me that the visuals are loaded, so let's practice!"

"This outta be interesting," Yom said as they handed out the VR helmets. "I've never rehearsed a robbery before, particularly in virtual reality."

Three hours later:

Yom offered his hand out to Marcus, then Portia. "That went surprisingly well. You guys have come up with quite a plan. I'm impressed."

He took on a more hesitant tone: "I still think that with the time we have, we should try to take more. I don't think you have any idea what small arms would net you on the black market."

"It's not about money," Vincent reminded Yom. They'd had this discussion before. "Our first concern is getting arms and armor for the mothership and the shuttles. Our long-term goal is to be able to raid Corporation shipping and settlements. We can't do that if we can't defend ourselves against even the smallest and least capable CMF warships."

"No, I understand," Yom said. "It's just..."

Vincent knew what Yom's concern was: the value of shares. If they only stole offensive and defensive weaponry and armor intended to protect the Venture and it's shuttles, there was no profit to be divided into shares.

"I think the Captain and Carla, who is financing our little adventure," Vincent said, "have devised a sufficient plan to compensate you and your people for the job."

That was true, of course. Carla had already given the Blacks cash credits simply for coming to the Venture. She'd also promised a payoff for the boneyard robbery. That was applicable even if they didn't steal anything that would later be sold on the black market. Vincent had no doubt that Yom's people would be very satisfied with what they earned for their work here.

"I'm sure you're right," Yom said. He again offered his hand to Vincent and again to Portia. To the latter, he said, "You can count on us, Captain. All the way."

Vincent stepped away to deal with a Black's question. When the two leaders were more or less alone, Yom quietly suggested, "If you wanted to ... burn off some energy, to help you sleep better before the heist..."

His words and flirty expression were, of course, an offer for Portia to expend some energy fucking him hard and fast. He hadn't been a hound about the issue as he'd initially feared he sounded. But he had very quietly ensured that Portia knew that the offer stood.

Yom gave her a smile before turning away. He told everyone to get to their racks and rest. "The Doc is outside with Sed's if you need them. One way or another, though, I want everyone in their beds asleep within the hour."

He turned to head for the Game Room's door and, ultimately, his private stateroom. As he passed Portia, Yom whispered suggestively, "Two hours ... if you think you need that much of a workout."

 

[Alice2015]

(OOC: Obviously, you meant after training in the VR? I'm going to go with that.)

(OOC: Yes, you were right. I goofed.)

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The Game Room:

"That went surprisingly well," Yom told Portia and Vincent when the three squads had successfully mastered their portions of the upcoming raid. "You guys have come up with quite a plan. I'm impressed."

Portia jabbed a finger Vincent's direction, saying, "It's all him and Marcus, with Betty doing the verifications. I'm just the girl with the bright idea."

"I still think that with the time we have," Yom again pressed, "we should try to take more."

He talked about the value of the small arms on the black market, and while Portia agreed with his assessment, she didn't counter Vincent when he once again told Yom, "It's not about money,. Our first concern is getting arms and armor for the mothership and the shuttles."

When Vincent finished, Portia offered, "If all goes well, and we have the extra time, I'll consider putting some more of it into taking some more side arms and rifles and such. But for now, the plan stands as it is."

"You can count on us, Captain," Yom reassured Portia. "All the way."

Vincent stepped away, and Yom quietly made another attempt at getting Portia to spend some time in his bed, offering her two hours of energy exhausting sex. She smiled; he was persistent, but not inappropriately so.

As Yom was turning to leave, Portia made him a promise with, "You get your people through this operation without anyone getting killed ... on either side ... and we'll make it three hours ... okay? "

Knowing no one would see it from this angle, Portia reached out a hand to cup Yom's manhood, giving it a gentle but telling squeeze before turning and moving to Vincent's location. The two of them chatted with some of the Blacks before she turned to head for her stateroom.

But she paused a moment, then whispered to Vincent, "If you were interested and didn't have other plans..." Portia nodded her head toward one of the sexy female Blacks who she knew had made a proposition to Vincent the day before and finished, "I could use some stress release."

With that she headed for her stateroom and the full shower unit that was calling her name.

 

[HumanBean]

Vincent appreciated Portia's compliment on his and Marcus's planning for the robbery. They'd done very little since Portia conceived of the plan other than work on it. One might have thought he'd be sick and tired of the operation. Just the opposite. The more detailed it got, the more interesting it had become. He was hyped for the whole thing by now.

After she'd dismissed everyone and -- with Yom supporting her -- told everyone to get some rest, Portia whispered to Vincent, "If you were interested and didn't have other plans..."

Vincent followed Portia's nod toward Marie Toller. He had to stifle his smile. He loved redheads and didn't care whether or not the carpet matched the drapes. To be precise, there was no carpet to match, which he liked as well. Marie was the only woman other than Portia that he'd fucked in the last year. It had been very nice, very passionate, very different.

Still, Portia was special. She was more than his boss and lover. He loved her, though, as what he didn't know. The two of them would never be a couple, per se. He doubted that Portia would ever couple up with a man.

She continued her offer, "I could use some stress release."

Vincent watched Portia as she walked away, wondering whether that was extra shake in her hips and ass. Once she was out of sight, he turned back to Marie. She was eying him as he'd been eying the Captain. He smiled wide, knowing he'd been caught ogling Portia. He shrugged as he headed her way.

"I told you about Portia," he reminded her.

Vincent didn't advertise his relationships. But he didn't keep secrets either. Marie had asked him in between orgasms if he'd ever fucked the boss. He'd confirmed without details. He didn't think Portia would have cared.

"You should go get some rest," Vincent told Marie. "The job's gonna test all of us. I'm heading for bed myself."

He headed away from the Game Room. As he neared the door to his berthing space, he looked back over his shoulders. There was no on there. He continued onward to Portia's door, knocked softly, and entered. He could hear the shower beyond the open bathroom door.

Vincent shed his clothes, dropping them in a line toward Portia. Inside the bathroom, he pulled the curtain aside. He looked her up and down, smiling. His boss had an incredible body, and the water meandering down her curves seemed almost magical. He stepped inside, pulled her to him, kissed her, and whispered, "Let the stress release begin."

 

[Alice2015]

Portia left the shower curtain open enough to see the bathroom's entrance; she smiled as she saw Vincent nearing her, shedding his clothes. She pretended not to see him until he pulled back the curtain, then laughed with feigned surprise.

"I thought maybe you weren't coming," Portia said as Vincent pulled her into his arms.

They kissed, something they rarely did; Vincent's lips usually touched nothing more than Portia's backside as he was fucking her hard, fast, and deep from behind. She couldn't help but reflect on how her sex life had changed in the past few days: she was now letting Marcus fuck her pussy in addition to sucking it; she was now kissing Vincent; and she was desperately hoping that the robbery would go as planned because it meant she was obligated to let Yom fuck her, as if it was something she would hate.

She grasped Vincent's semi-hardened cock in both hands and stroked until it was rock hard. Then, lifting and wrapping one leg around Vincent's waist and repeating with the other while she grasped the safety rails at each side, Portia said, "Fuck me, Vincent. Fuck me 'til I say stop."

 

[HumanBean]

In Portia's Shower:

Vincent reached his hands under Portia's thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She grasped the handrails for support, telling him, "Fuck me, Vincent. Fuck me 'til I say stop."

"I may not even then," he told her.

He maneuvered their bodies to put his cock upon her lower belly. Then, pulling back while lifting her upwards, he trailed the head of his cock lower and lower until it found her pussy. He pushed, penetrating her, paused, then rammed more than half his length into her in one swift, powerful movement.

Vincent waited for Portia to recover from the intrusion of his thick, long cock, then pushed again, then again. Their bodies came together as she swallowed him fully. He would give her another moment to adjust to him. Then, holding her tightly in powerful hands, he began fucking her with long, hard thrusts that would get faster as the time passed.

This was the first time Vincent had faced Portia while fucking her. How long had they been lovers? (Fuck partners, actually.) A year and a half Standard? Two. Closer to the latter, he thought. And this was the first time he'd looked into her face while they fucked. It was ... wonderful.