Space Queen(Needed One Male)

[AngelofDeath]

The year is 3058 and space pirate scour the entire galaxy. Dia Levoux is one of the best. At 21 she had racked up more raids and kills than most of the pirate who run space.

She took over her ship, The Argo, when her lover died. Taking over came natural to her and her crew.

She now wanders space looking for different ships to hassle as well as exploring space.

Name: Dia Levoux
Age: 21
Hair: Black and blood red
Eyes:blue
Body:slim busty firm breasts several scars across her back from a pulse bull whip. Chinese dragon tattoo going around her left leg and stomach.
Other: Dia is very sweet and loving for the most part. She does not allow her men to kill or to take prisoners. She believes than it is not needed to obtain thier vast fortunes.

ooc: looking for a guy to either be a stoaway or an inadvertant prisoner upon the Argos. Would also like it if he happend to be from Dia's past from when they were children.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Dia sat in her chair, glass of wine in her left had as she stared out into the inky black of space. The soft hum of the ship a soothing factor in her life.

The red silk robe around her body was tied loosely around her body. It had been a few weeks since thier last raid on the transport and cargo ships. The crew was at the ready in case of any passing ship.

She had been taken from her family as a child and sold as a slave. She had been bought and freed by the former captin of the Argos, Drago. The pair had fallen for each other after years of scoring space.

Dia stil bore the marks of her days as a slave in the form of scars from the pulse whip. Closing the curtains of her room she made her way towards her bath.

Letting the robe slide from her body she stepped down into the steaming water. As she sank down she poured rose oil into the water. Dia let herself drift away in the warmth.

 

[Marcus2]

Lieutenant Drake McHarlen

Drake McHarlen
A Lieutenant Aboard the Argos
20, birthday in a week from today
Soft green eyes yet very piercing
Dark, messy brown hair
A bit of irish accent
Very well built, easily could take down a man in a single punch
Stand's 6'3" with a tatoo on his back, a sword accross his waist and a chinese symbol in the center of his back. The symbol stands for "LUCK".

IC:

Drake didn't know much about his past, all he knew was, was that his memory had been erased. He had no idea if he had done something wrong or childish but whatever it had been, it had been bad. Drake joined the army when he was 16, found no use for school as he taught himself everything he knew. In less that a few months, he had become the Commanding Chief Officer, he didn't know how but he had been moved up a rank. As the years went on, he grew stronger and bigger. He made friends quite easily but occasionally, each friend would dissappear for some reason.

It was the 15th time that the Argos, the ship he now helped control with the general was making its way through the galaxy, making sure everything was fine but somehow, they surprised us. Space pirates anyway. They had been able to get in and disengage the thrusters so they had been laying in space, unable to do anything. The next thing he knew, the general had been shot for killing two of the Space Pirates members. He had been shot in the forehead in an instant. Drake was cuffed around the ankles and hands and was escorted to the prison bay for safe keeping.

The next thing he knew, however, was that they had come back and this time they were taking him somewhere different, most likely the other ship. He was taken to a door and the man spoke into the intercom, breaking the womans soothingness.

Ma'am, we've braught highest ranking prisoner to you, just as you ordered... There was a long silence, there was no voice from the intercom or anything. he wondered, what exactly was going on and what was going to happen to him.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Dia hissed and sat up, hitting the com she said, "Bring him in and you know better than to disturb me." Switching the com off Dia got out of the tub and let the water empty.

Pulling her robe back on she made her way back into her room as they came in.

Looking the man over she asked, "Your name?" She sat down in her chair and studied him. There was something familiar about his face, but she couldn't be sure.

Many faces had crossed her path and just as many had died.

 

[Marcus2]

He looked straight into her eyes as she asked what his name was. He didn't speak, instead, he just stood there but that soon changed as the pirate, stabbed him with a tazer and he let out a groan and he shifted his feet. With a sigh and breath of air, he looked into her eyes, angry now. My...my name is Drake...Lieutenant Drake McHalen... 2nd in command on this ship. He sighed and regained his stance but felt the other man grab him and whisper behind him.

Never treat Queen Dia with disrespect, filthy man... The Queen glared at him and she seemed to scare them a bit. Hm, she was commanding, that's good to have if you have this amount of control. Though strangely, this woman seemed familiar yet he had no idea why...

 

[AngelofDeath]

"Well Drake you work for me now. Understand that and you'll live to be an old man, maybe."

She looked him over and realized just how dirty he was. Curling his nose in disgust she said, "Have him bathed and dressed and then bring him back to me. Don't hurt him unless you have to."

Dia smiled at him, though it wasn't all that sweet of a smile. She then waved them off as she went to grab her mini com to check thier invetory, "Oh and make sure the girl's keep thier hands to themselves. He's mine."

 

[Marcus2]

He was led into a large room, where he was stripped of his clothing and stood naked, chained to a wall. He was trying to figure out what the hell was going on. His currently limp 8 inch dick hung downwards as he looked around. INside he was scared a bit but outside, he tried to keep it in. Suddenly, water sprayed from every wall, spraying him and getting him wet. The problem was it was freezing as it hit his body. The next thing he kenw was that the water contained soap and he tried to keep his eyes closed and mouth as well. But before he realized it, he was done. Now, they stood in the middle of the hallway where women passed, looking him up and down as another pirate gave him his scarabs and he put them on quickly.

Before he realized it, he was back at the room, smelling cleaner and looking a bit better. The upper part of his scarabs were to small so he ripped it into half, accidently but found it easier to maneuver.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Dia had put on a pair of leather pants and a plain shirt. Making sure everything was taken care of she turned he head as Derk was brought back in. Looking up she said, "You can leave us now."

The pirate nodded and left, Dia knew he would not go far though. Walking over she ran her hadn through his hair and said, "Do you think you can listen to me, or will you be trouble Drake? Becuase I really hate to hurt people."

Her eyes ran over his body, it had been awhile since she had allowed herself a male lover and as such, he was by far better looking than all over her crew.

 

[Marcus2]

Do I have a choice? Either I do what you say or you kill me, am I right? He asked, giving her a smirk and then sighed and nodded yes that he would do what she said. He stared at her, inspecting her. He wondered why she was basically circling him. It was like she was the one studying him.Well, since I am going to be here for awhile, under your control, what should I call you from now on? He said in an exaggerated way.

 

[AngelofDeath]

"Dia will do. Queen is much to formal and they enjoy calling me that." Stopping her circle of him she asked, "Are you hungry?" Drake was very interesting.

She began to wonder if it would be smart to keep him and not dump him on some space rock. Dia spoke again, "Your duties will be simple, you'll attend to me as well as help me with certain activites aboard this ship and at the dock."

 

[Marcus2]

He eyed her closely as he moved around the room, finding it alittle hard to stand after the water attack. And what kind of activities will I be made to do? Clean the windshields? He asked sarcastically. He stood there, shackled and watching her as she moved around him, judging him. She looked so familiar yet he didn't know how she was related to his life. Could she have beenf rom his past? Before he had his memory erased? There were ways to finding out but the best for him would to just ask.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Dia laughed, "No washing the windows is for the lower ranks. No you'll be helping with inventory of the things we aquirre and seeing my needs, business and personal of course."

She grabbed a key from her dresser and said, "DOn't try anything fishy, I may be a woman, but I can put you down like a dog and so can my men." Dia tapped the pulse gun at her side as she walked over and un-did his wrists.

"Because of who you are, you'll sleep in the room adjoined to mine and you'll take your meals with me."

 

[Marcus2]

He nodded as she removed his cuffs and he shook his hands out and rubbed his wrists. He clenched his fists and cracked his his knuckles. He even cracked his neck. Much better...mm, I'm curious, what was so good about the Argos? In my opinion, there was nothing special aboard it, well, to my knowledge. He said, standing there. He sighed and followed her around, as she showed him what her home looked like and what his room looked like, well, closely anyway.

As he followed her, he couldn't help but look at her ass, after all, she was a woman and he hadn't been laid in months. The corpe never aloud masterbation, stained the floors and contaminated the air. Men grew acustomed to it, they didn't really have much of a life until they were on earth and on reserve. He sighed anc losed his eyes as he continued to follow her.

 

[AngelofDeath]

"My former lover, Drago was once captin of this ship, that is before he gave up military life for pirating. His dying wish was to see the Argos back in our fleet. I did it in part for him, and mostly for myself."

She felt his gaze upon her and smiled, "you have two choices right about now. You can join me for dinner or you can fuck me."

Dia turned her head to see what his reaction would be.

 

[Marcus2]

He stood, there, totally dumbfounded by what she said. But his cock reacted to the words and his mind seemed to encircle the word. Did I hear you right, did you just tell me to fuck you? She nodded and he looked down, he tried to think of what was going on. Was he going to become her lover? He didn't know but in a way, he was glad it was him. Well, seeing as that I am considered your slave, what would you like to do more?

 

[AngelofDeath]

"Hmm well I havent't eaten yet, and personally I prefer that you have all your strength." She pressed the button opening the door towards her private dinning room.

The table was all ready set for two at the closest end, wine poured and chilling.

"Have a seat." Dia sat down, her leg lifted up and laying across the edge of of the table, in her usual form.

Drake was proving to be very accomodating, ut then he didn't have much choice.

 

[Marcus2]

He sat down and took a bite of what food lay on his plate. He looked up at Dia and stopped, wiping his mouth of the food residue. I'm sorry...my manners are off today. Lately, I have been losing track of time and haven't had any food for some time now. Excuse my manners...please. He said as he saw her take her bite, then he untensed and pressed against the back of the chair.

The nagging feeling of resemblance to him was beginning to get to him. I have to ask but, I have this nagging feeling that I know you...do you know me or did you know?

 

[AngelofDeath]

Setting her wine down she said, "you do look familiar, but I have been in space most of my life, so anything is possible." Dia left out the fact that she was only in space because she had beent aken from her family and sold as a slave.

"Enjoy your meal." She forked some of the rice into her mouth. "I've learned to put my past behind me."

 

[Marcus2]

He ate the entire meal that had been on his plate in what could have been record timing as he sighed and leaned back. Ma'am, may I ask why you choose me to be your...um, tender I guess you would call me... He sighed, he was curious why he had been choosen and not some hunk on the ship. Why him?

 

[AngelofDeath]

"Because you intrigue me and for the simple fact I am not attracted to my men. For whatever reason, I am attracted to you."

Dia set her fork down, a blue skinned female alien camein and cleared the table. She smiled at Drake before hurrying out.

Standing she said, "Come, it wont be so bad, be my lover. At least that way you get to live."

 

[Marcus2]

Well, all I can tell you before hand is that well, don't laugh when ya see it. My last girlfriend thought I was kidding when i told her the size, but when she saw it, well, you get the picture, hopefully... He told her as he followed her into a large and very luxurious room. A pirate sure knew how to make herself at home with the things she stole. He watched her prance around a bit and gulped as he came closer to the bed.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Dia turned and faced him as she stood by the bed and motioned him closer. When he was within arms reach she kissed him hard and full on the lips. Her body pressing into his.

He tasted as good as he looked, which made her moan.

 

[Marcus2]

He could no longer contain himself as his dick began to grow and the scent from their bodies grew. He pressed closer to her, as he kissed her hard. But soon, it all changed as he pressed a tongue against her lips and traced them with his tongue. He then inserted his tongue into her mouth, tasting her and loving it all at the same time, by now, she should have felt his dick growing against her leg,

 

[AngelofDeath]

Dia gasped and pulled away looking down and then up at him, "There is no way that is natural, is it?" Her pussy was damp, haing never really enjoyed her few lovers, Drago included.

 

[Marcus2]

He smiled and shook his head as he removed his under garment, revealing his large 13 inch cock, semi-hard. Well i is normal but it's almost hard, care to see its true length? He asked saracastically as he placed her on the bed, kissing her lower, removing what clothes she had on and worked his way down to her large breast. Each one recieved a tongue bath from him and a nipple suck. He could hear her moaning as he sucked and bit at her nipple, it grew in response as well.