MOONIE IN THE SLAVE MARKET OF OPUUL
By
Nicola Cuti
© Nicola Cuti 2009
WGAE Registration # 1214930
First printed in North America
The work contained in this book is a collection of fiction. All characters are the product of the creator’s imagination. Any similarities, between persons living or dead, are purely coincidental.
Black and White illustrations by Nicola Cuti, pencils and Mark Stegbauer, inks.
Cover art by Nicola Cuti.
1 THE SILKIE
MOONIE’S STORY
The waters of Poseidon are so crystal clear they are nearly invisible and as warm as a baby’s bath. Being a Starbabe, I don’t need any gear to stay underwater for as long as I want and since I never breathe there are no annoying bubbles trailing from my mouth. It was so quiet and peaceful down below the surface I felt safe wearing nothing but a pair of flippers. Above water I have to wear a suit to hide my rather sensual figure from leering eyes but down here I can be as naked as the fish. The coral, as colorful as a rainbow, was twisted into so many arcs and tunnels that when I swam through the soft maze, yes the coral was soft, it was like gliding through an amusement park ride.
Humans can’t go anywhere without their cumbersome suits and tanks. They’d never make it through the maze without something getting caught. I am hardly what one might call svelte. My figure might politely be referred to as voluptuous. My waist is slim but my mamas are, well, enormous. However, I was able to maneuver through the tunnels without the coral fingers grabbing hold of my protuberances.
I did pause before one of the coral knobs because it was in the perfect shape of a penis. How amusing it was to watch it waver in the currents as if inviting me to masturbate myself on it’s thick body. It had been a while since I had been with my lover but I resisted the temptation and passed it by with only a gentle pat on its shaft.
Just beyond the coral were the remains of an underwater laboratory, which had been abandoned about two years ago by a team of Poseidon scientists. There was a rumor that the abandonment wasn’t an orderly retreat. The scientists had vanished. When the relief team arrived there was no one left to greet them. Even the experimental animals had disappeared. Then the relief team vanished as well and it was decided to abandon the entire project. No further investigation had been made.
Below me was a transparent dome, which had covered the lab buildings, but most of it had shattered, a strange destruction in such calm waters. However, it made it easier for me to reach the buildings without worrying about cumbersome airlocks. I don’t need air locks since I am able to exist in any atmosphere but since I deal with humans all the time I must pass through them all the time. I did notice an odd thing about the shattered dome, the shards from the dome were on the outside instead of within the dome, as if someone or something had shattered the dome trying to get out not in.
Starbabes are curious by nature, the origin of most of our troubles, so I decided to explore the lab buildings rather than just pass them by. I hadn’t a schedule or plan. No one was waiting for me; a dangerous situation when one explores abandoned buildings. If I became trapped inside, I couldn’t expect rescue, not unless another Starbabe was nearby. We are able to communicate by telepathy but telepathy does have a limited range. However, I knew there were no Starbabes nearby, because I checked. I went in anyway.
There was a cluster of buildings near the entrance along with pillars hiding surveillance cameras inside. There were several smaller buildings to the left of the entrance, including an undersea garden, but the main building was to the right and it was two stories high. It was in that two storey building where the research was being done.
I swam through the front doorway. The door had been ripped off of its hinges and was lying in front of the doorway as if something inside had tried to escape.
Inside were twisting hallways with rows of empty aquariums on either side. There were no lights in the corridor and the exposed broken cables lining the floors were the reason. Some of them may have still been hot so I kept away from the exposed wire tips, besides, there was plenty of sun light streaming in from the aquariums to illuminate my way.
Just about then I had the feeling of being watched, not an uncommon feeling for me, and I saw shapes in the shadows. There were several tiny humanoid critters darting about trying to stay in the darkness corners of the corridor. They came toward me from both sides of the hallway and I could tell they were stalking me. My only escape from them was through the aquarium in front of me but the glass was unbroken. I tried slamming my fists against the glass but the water resistance rendered my blows harmless.
That’s when at least a dozen tiny hands began to clutch at my body. They grabbed my ankles, thighs and waist and forced me up against the glass. Little fingers touched me everywhere especially probing my goodies. They squeezed my breasts and put their fists into my butt hole. Since I was pressed against the glass my honey pot was difficult to reach but a fist finally went in and began to tickle my clittie. I managed to pull the fist out but then I felt a stiff fleshy rod invade my butt.
Hands held me in place as the sex rod pumped in and out like a piston. After a long while it stopped and then started again. Of course, I had no idea if it was the same sex rod or a rod from one of the other creatures, which meant I was either being raped by one heck of a selfish sexual powerhouse or I was being gang banged. I didn’t know which was worse.
Just then one of the creatures appeared before me. It had jumped into the tank to get a better look at me, I suppose. My boobies were pressed against the glass and I guess seeing them flattened that way must have excited him because he had one gigantic organ, way out of proportion to the rest of its body, in a state of erection. At least now I could see what I was up against. It was simian in form with long, dark, greenish colored fur, large dark eyes and it had three rows of gills extending from the fur below its ears. At first I thought it was a monkey but it lacked a tail.
“My God,” I thought, “I’m being raped by a shrewdness of Sea Apes!”
I struggled like crazy but they held tight. The little fellow in the tank was jerking off --my puppies have that effect on a lot of people even smashed against glass-- and I could feel another probe-- the eighth one, I think-- was about to be rammed into me.
Suddenly a force struck the troop of Sea Apes, scattering them in all directions. I turned to see what had happened to them and what had saved me, or at the very least had given me a reprieve but the corridor was filled with too many bubbles.
As the bubbles settled I could see the apes regrouping for another attack. This time I was ready for them. I had plenty of time to formulate a defense, while they were shoving their do-jiggers into me. I picked up the loose cables on the floor and, as soon as they were close enough, I pressed the frayed ends into their bellies. I was right. The power was still on making the munchkins jumped like oil droplets on a hot griddle.
When the force returned in a cloud of bubbles it was too much for them and they retreated. I didn’t get a good look at my savior but it resembled a golden torpedo.
The only one of the apes left was the guy in the tank still whacking his wanger because his eyes were closed and didn’t realize I had been freed. I guess he was imagining what he would like to be doing to me. Then he opened his eyes and saw I wasn’t pressed against the glass anymore. I swam into the light and, pointing to my boobies, I shook my head from side to side. He wasn’t going to get his hands on my floaties and this was his last look at them. I turned and swam away and I’ll be darned if I didn’t hear a whimper of disappointment.
As I swam to the coral garden I was peeved about my sore butt. I had heard the expression “flaming asshole” but never realized what it had meant until now. It felt as if it was on fire and I thought about getting my blaster from my boat and coming back to the research center for a little Sea Ape target practice. However, I am not a vengeful person.
What happened was an awful experience but it was over and at least they had not invaded my playpen. I sometimes believe I am the target for every creature in the galaxy with a penis but none of them has ever entered my quim except for one man and it is for him and him alone I part my legs. No. It was over and even though I assumed it was the Sea Apes who had broken out of the research lab and had killed all the scientists, I comforted myself in knowing they were creatures who had never asked to be created and with such an intense savagery. The scientists had brought them to life along with their insane personalities and for that reason they had paid the ultimate price. Justice was done according to the laws of nature. It was not my place to exact vengeance. I was not an instrument of justice. I had been violated but by savages who did not know any better and savages were only a step below children in their libido. Forgive, is what Poppa always used to tell me and forgive I must. I will not allow myself to…who was I kidding?
I padded my flippers until I reached my boat, lifted my blaster from the case in the cabin and returned to the center. For the next twenty minutes I fried enough Sea Apes to feed a hundred hungry Hindus. I didn’t hurt the ape in the tank. He was the only one I was certain didn’t violate me and, heck, you can’t fry a guy for what he’s thinking.
I thought I would feel guilty for what I had done but instead the only emotion I felt was satisfaction. I had been attacked and it was my attackers who paid the price for their lust. The galaxy was back on track.
The coral maze looked so inviting I did a victory swim through its twisting tunnels.
My mood of euphoria was only slightly disturbed by the sudden appearance of a seal swimming in circles around me once I was free of the coral. She was golden in color with blue, doe-like eyes and she had a natural diaphanous cape coming from her dorsal area. She was so curious. I guess she had never seen a fish shaped like me. I gave her a tiny wave to show her my intentions were friendly and she seemed to understand because she continued to follow me and she even hitched a ride by holding on to my waist with her flippers.
Duh, I thought. Torpedo shaped. Golden color. Here was my rescuer from the troop of marauding Sea Apes. She had returned to make sure I was all right. I wanted to show her how grateful I was but how would I let her know. There was nothing I could do except enjoy her playfulness and friendship.
After about half an hour more of swimming with my new companion I figured it was time to return to my boat and swam for the hull and pulled myself aboard. I had expected to part company with my aquatic friend. Surprise! Surprise! She followed me on board.
Okay, let me explain a little bit here. When I said she followed me on board, I don’t mean she leaped out of the water and plopped herself on my deck and then began to flop around like a seal from a circus. No. No. There was a transformation involved. She transformed herself from a sea creature into a land creature as she rose from the water. Here’s how it happened.
First, a pretty head with golden tresses and a golden complexion bobbed up from the choppy waves surrounding my boat and then two slender arms poked through the surface and latched on to the railing with strong but delicate hands. I would have helped her on board but I was too astonished to move, besides, she didn’t need any assistance from me. She pulled herself from the foam and the water streamed from her as if it were a cloak falling away from its wearer. What had been a bullet shaped being grew hips and gluts and shapely legs.
An instant later it was a young girl, not a seal, who had pulled herself on the deck. She then stood up and smiled. Her translucent cape was still attached to her back and she swept it across her breasts and crotch as if to hide her nakedness.
‘Hi, I’m Moonie’, I told her and extended my hand. She spoke in a series of high-pitched whistles, better than the barking I was expecting, and accepted my hand.
‘You’re one of those Silkies I’ve heard about, aren’t you? You’re a seal in the water but person on land. I thought you were just a legend but then, most people don’t believe in Starbabes either.’
She whistled a reply, which, of course, I understood about as well as I believed she understood me; at least, that’s what I had thought.
‘Shiiieee’, she said, in a rough imitation of my words to her.
I pointed to her and explained: “You are a Silkie. I am a Starbabe. You can breath in water and I don’t breath at all.”
She seemed flustered. She appeared to recognize the word Silkie but Starbabe was new to her.
I unfolded a pair of deck chairs and we sat beneath Poseidon’s twin suns. I attempted to talk with her on a sign and simple word level but I could see she didn’t catch on to my gestures. She didn’t even want refreshments and, since I don’t drink or eat, we couldn’t communicate with food, something the humans seem to do very well.
There was a chip in the paint just below the railing. Luckily, I had plenty of paint stowed in the lower hatch, small cans of all different colors. I excused myself and rummaged through the cans until I found the can of blue paint. Unfortunately, there was no brush anywhere. I dipped my fingers into the wet paint and dabbed the blue paint onto the gunwale just below the grab rail. As soon as I had covered the affected area I sprayed it with a can of fixative changing the liquid paint into a permanent solid. The Silkie became curious about what I was doing and playfully I dabbed a fingertip of paint onto her nose. Without the fixative it would wash off easily.
She gave me a quizzical expression as if she didn’t understand what I had just done. Was it a friendly gesture or was I annoyed at her curiosity? I dabbed two more spots on each of her cheeks and smiled. She returned the smile and pointed to the can. She wanted to play.
Instead of handing the can of paint over to her I found a can of red paint in the hold and gave it to her. She painted a circle on each of my cheeks a smear on my lips. Next she went for my body and painted my pink nipples red followed by target rings around my breasts. Unfortunately she ran out of paint before she was able to finish. I should have warned her there isn’t enough paint on board to cover my magnificent mams.
I laid out the paint cans as if they were an artist’s pallet and gently pulled the Silkie to the deck because I intended for her to be the canvass of my creative impulses. She reclined in a supine position on the deck and I leaned beside her with my fingertips dripping with paint. I decided to do a butterfly and started with the upper tips of the wing at each of her golden nipples, drifting down to her hips for the lower wings. Then I filled in the wings with drippings from several cans. Imitating the gestures of a real artist, I blended the areas of color together until it seemed to resemble a butterfly. My artwork actually turned out to be quite impressive.
She wanted me to work on her golden pussy next. The pubic hairs were like twisted strands of golden wire where the sharp bends reflected light in star patterns. Her labia could be seen below the tangled bush and the lips were full and lush. Her love cavern was so pretty I didn’t want to mess it up with paint but she insisted. She grabbed my hand, with the paint covered fingers, and brought it to her crotch. Hesitantly I touched the lips of her Venus glove with two fingers, intending to coat the upper edges with paint but, while still holding onto my wrist, she shoved my fingers deep into her passion hole pumping my fingers in and out like a dildo. I pulled my hand away and broke free of her wrist hold.
Shocked and hurt she sat up. I held up a finger as a gesture for her to wait and she seemed to understand. Eagerly. I went into the cabin of my boat and emerged holding a double-headed rubber dildo. She clapped with glee.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love men. They are strong and daring and, when they are not brutes, they are passionate lovers. Again, don’t get me wrong because I am not promiscuous. Only one man has ever entered my tunnel of love with his longboat. But anything short of total lovemaking and I will happily satisfy a pleasant companion.
Unfortunately, there have been long stretches when male companionship was unavailable and the alternatives were too horrible to mention, like the Sea Apes. That’s when I turn to other females.
She wanted me to insert the head of the dildo into her. I knew this because I wasn’t able to read her mind. As I mentioned Starbabes are telepathic but we can’t enter a person’s mind unless we are invited to do so. She invited me to enter her body but not her mind and I thought I would start with her vagina.
I spread her lips and licked her pinkish interior. She tasted of fish. I know they say all women taste that way but not the Glorioses of Ganymede. They taste like creamy milk chocolate with a touch of cherry. But since the Silkie was a sea creature she tasted like fish.
After I got her well lubricated with my saliva I inserted the head of the dildo. She whimpered and a shiver ran through her. Her face became so peaceful as if she had gone into another world. Like a man, I was suddenly overcome with an urge to be forceful and violently shoved the shaft into her right up to the ring, which separated the two halves of the dildo. She loved it and cried out. I wanted her now and jammed the other end of the dildo into my own love grotto. We embraced and kissed. Our hands were all over each other and the grinding motion of our hips kept the double piston in motion driving us both to several moments of ecstasy. Our breasts pounded into each other but because mine were so much larger than hers I hardly felt hers and closed my eyes so I could pretend it was my lover who was screwing the brains out of me. Sweat poured from our bodies, sloshing the paint into messy swirls of color.
As I pumped her she let out the most adorable high pitched squeals of delight. With each thrust there was another squeal. It was obvious to me that I had taken on the male role and was screwing her but I wanted to be the female as well and so I stopped my thrusting and waited for her to take over. She didn’t move. I could see confusion in her face. She had been content with her feminine role and had believed I was happy with mine. I shook my head and, grabbing her buttocks, I kept jabbing her toward me but she just went limp. I would have to be the man. She would not allow herself to take on the masculine role. I sighed and began a series of aggressive thrusts, which drove her into a stupor.
We must have continued for nearly twenty minutes when a harsh masculine voice interrupted our series of eruptions.
‘Ain’t this a pretty sight?’ he said.
We looked up at the same time and saw twenty, grubby, blue Poseidon faces leering at us from the deck of an old caravel. The ship had sneaked up on us while the Silkie and I were engaged in heavy lovemaking, most likely they thought my boat was adrift without a crew. They giggled and made rude remarks about our bodies and what they would like to be doing to us.
‘Leave us alone!’ I cried out in anger but that only seemed to excite them more.
‘And leave you stuck together they way you are,’ said the ugliest one, who seemed to be their captain. He wore a red turban and dirty gray sheets wrapped around him. “That wouldn’t be right. Come on me buckos, let’s lend the ladies a little hand.”
Three of them leaped aboard and it was quite a drop from the height of their deck to mine. They landed with a heavy thud, rocking my little craft unmercifully. Two of them
grabbed on to each of us while the captain reached down between us and yanked the dildo out with one mighty pull. He held the dildo up to his laughing crew and shook it so it wriggled like a snake.
‘See that, m’ hearties, we saved them from being eaten by an eel. No tellin’ what would have happened to these poor girlies if we didn’t happen along.’
He licked one end of the rubber toy and said with a smile, ’this is end from the golden one. Delicious.’ Then he licked the end that had come from me and twisted his features into a grimace. ‘Eewwww! Sour.’
The crew went hysterical with laughter at his silly remark and while they rocked with hysterics I took this opportunity to attempt an escape. I grabbed the Silkie by her wrist and pulled her with me toward the starboard gunwale of my boat, the side away from their ship. But as we reached the grab rail I felt her stop. The captain had hold of her cape.
I yanked on her wrist in a signal to run with me even if it meant tearing the cape from her shoulders. Better to lose a part of ones body rather than suffer the indignities and torture we were bound to endure at the hands of the laughing marauders. But she wouldn’t move. I could see the terror on her face. She wanted to go with me but she couldn’t part with her cape. It was more than just a decoration or a fin, which guided her through the waters. Much more.
I realized the cape was actually some sort of solar panel. Like the leaves of a plant, it probably used sunlight to provide her with energy and perhaps it even absorbed oxygen from the water the way a fish’s gills do. I figured this because my own skin acted in a similar way. Radiation provided me with necessary nutrients so I never have to eat or drink. If I were ever completely covered or left in a dark room for too long a time I would die.
Whatever her cape did for her it was too valuable for her to lose. She was caught and I would have to choose to release her and escape on my own or stay with her.
Starbabes are notorious survivors. The harshness of our existence in outer space has taught us that loyalty can mean death and each of us has accepted the fact. Sooner or later we may have to leave a wounded or trapped comrade behind. We might risk our lives to try to save a friend but there was no sense in following the path to certain death or confinement out of a misguided sense of loyalty. Cut and run. It was a cruel motto but we had a more driving need to survive. All Starbabes understood it. There was no resentment at being left to a certain fate nor was there any shame in avoiding it.
However, no Starbabe had to set eyes on the sorrow and fear of the Silkie’s innocent and lovely face. Her mouth trembled and her doe eyes welled up with tears. Those eyes. They begged me not to leave her. I hesitated and it was enough to be recaptured.
They tied my hands behind me and did the same to the Silkie. When they lifted us on board their caravel the men surrounded us and began playing with my puppies. I’ll never understand men’s fascination with boobs but everywhere I go they get stared at or accidently bumped into. I don’t even know what they’re for.
But I remember once when I was on a crowded express rocket to Altair-6 with two gentlemen, one in a business suit and one in a shirt and tie, on either side of me and I was all set for a boring ride. The seats had all been taken and so I latched onto the overhead strap, planted my feet firmly on the matted floor and smiled politely to the two businessmen on either side. A crowd burst in before the sliding doors were able to close and I lurched forward but was caught by the man to my left. I nodded thanks and he nodded back. Since it was going to be a long trip I planned to engage the nice gentleman in conversation to pass the time.
I was wearing a tight red sleeveless blouse with buttons down the front ending just below my bosom. My skirt was short, straight and light tan in color. Everything was tight because nobody ever had clothing with my measurements. Even though I had buttoned my blouse right to the collar the two top buttons had become undone. I held my purse in my left hand and planned to release my hold on the strap to redo the buttons when the rocket started up and the strap wrapped itself around my hand so tightly I couldn’t release it. I assumed it was for our safety but even after we were in space and cruising at a steady speed the strap wouldn’t let go. I noticed the man to my right had sifted his hold on the strap but mine held fast. I supposed it was some malfunction and when we landed on Altair- 6 it would take care of itself. So, I just looked out the wide port and enjoyed the star field outside.
After a while, the two men on either side of me began to fidget nervously, shifting their right and left hands from their straps, bumping my beauties accidently with their elbows and arms. The man to my left, Mr. Brown suit, went to reach for his strap and hit my breast with the top of his hand and slid it upward. Then he dropped his hand to my boob and slowly slid it down copping one good free feel. He did this several times and ignored my angry stares. That’s when the man to my right, Mr. Shirt and Tie, noticed what his companion had been getting away with and decided my right breast had been neglected long enough. He had been elbowing her and running his fingers along her rounded shape but now he reached up and gave her a squeeze. He dropped his hand but came right back and touched and squeezed as if he were checking melons at a store. Mr. Brown joined in and I had no choice but to endure their groping. I considered turning to the person behind me for help when I felt my skirt being lifted and fingers probing my quim. The man behind me was not going to come to my aid. I swiveled my tush away from him and he gave up.
The businessmen felt me up for about fifteen minutes. I was grateful the man behind me lost his nerve but the tittie gropers never seemed to become bored. My girls were getting one long message.
We entered a wormhole and the sudden vibration caused me to lurch forward again. When I regained my footing I saw another button had popped out of its ring and my girlies were bouncing like basketballs. The boys had a job trying to get their hands on them but they wouldn’t give up and after we left the hole and things went back to normal they resumed their messaging. But now feeling me through my blouse wasn’t enough for them. Mr. Brown slipped his hand down the opening in my décolletage while Mr. Shirt went in through the ring of my sleeveless blouse. Both grabbed generous handfuls of my pink-nosed pups and fondled them fondly. But even that was not enough and they lifted my girls out of their nesting place into the light.
‘Aren’t you ashamed of yourselves for what your doing?’ I said hoping it would make them stop. They just looked at me as if they didn’t know what I was talking about and went feeling and squeezing right to the end of the trip.
So here I was aboard a ship of thieves and rapists who were fondling my babes and it looked as if I was just as helpless to stop them as when I was aboard the rocket to Altair-6. Surprisingly, I did have one ally, the captain. He pushed his way through the crowd of sex perverts and told them to keep their hands off me.
‘I won’t have the merchandise bruised and scuffed up before we reach the market.’
And that’s when I realized what they intended to do with us. They weren’t after my boat. They sank my boat. They weren’t going to abuse us and then cast us overboard. The Silkie and I were being brought to the market in Opuul to be sold as slaves!
2 LIFE BELOW DECK
MOONIE’S STORY
They put us in the hold with about twenty other women. In the center of the room there were rows of mattresses stacked two high and along the walls were rows of benches with a porthole above each bench. Beside the benches were long boxes where long oars were stored. A wooden grating, reinforced with iron strips and studs, was locked over the hatch opening. It was there to allow the air and sunlight to stream in. A staircase accessed the hatch.
A big, shapely woman with a mass of curly red hair came over to the mattress where the Silkie and I were sitting. She had a bundle in her hand.
As she handed us the bundles she said: ‘ you’ll need clothing. The sailors come below from time to time to relieve themselves of a bit of sexual tension. If you’re naked you’ll become easy pickings. Might as well make them work for it.’
I stood up and thanked her, handing some of the clothes to the Silkie. Mine was a peasant blouse and bikini bottom.
‘Oh, wow,’ she said, ’you’ve got some kind of figure there. I don’t think these clothes will keep the bully boys away from you.’
‘Like you said at least it will make them work for it. I promised Poppa I would keep my pussy exclusively for him.’
‘Poppa?’
‘It’s just a nickname. All the girls back on Eros call him Poppa. He’s sort of like our guardian.’
‘And you knock boots with him?’
‘All the girls do. He’s the only male on Eros. We’re all crazy about him.’
‘Some sweet deal he’s got. Yessiree, some sweet deal.’
I introduced myself to the redhead, whose name was Rubia. She had been a pirate with an all girl crew until she had run into Captain Kleeg. Her crew was still with her down here in the hold.
‘The golden girl doesn’t talk?’
‘Just in clicks and whistles. I’ve been calling her Silk—‘ I said without finishing the word. I hoped Rubia wouldn’t notice.
I had decided it was best not to let on that I was a Star babe and the Silkie was a Silkie. Poppa had warned me
I had special abilities, which might be exploited by the wrong people and the Silkie needed the same protection. Besides, our abilities might come in handy for an escape if no one knew we had them.
Suddenly, a screeching, high-pitched whistle cut through the air and pierced my eardrums like shards of glass. We all looked up at the hatch where Captain Kleeg’s grinning face appeared at the grating.
‘Hello, ladies. The wind’s died so that means it’s whores to the oars. Get moving.’
‘We’re to be galley slaves?’
‘I’m afraid so, Moonie. It’s just until we get to the slave market in Opuul. Then we’ll be just plain slaves.’
With moans and great reluctance we each took a seat on a bench and slid an oar through the porthole, ten per side. A drummer came down to beat a rhythm and a water boy carrying a wooden bucket ladled water to us when we called to him.
The boy, a scrawny lad, still in his teens, seemed fascinated by the women straining against the oars. As we began to sweat our clothing clung to our bodies and became semi-transparent causing the boy to become careless with the water, splashing it on our already see through clothing, making our garments even more transparent. He seemed especially interested in giving water to me, making several trips whether I asked for water or not. The way the wet cloth of my shirt formed around my huge breasts and nipples I might as well have been topless. I suppose he had never seen anyone with bubbies as big as mine and, come to think of it, neither have I.
It was all Poppa’s fault. He designed my figure. I was the very first Starbaby and he manipulated the computer just to see if he could alter my form before I emerged from the sleeping tank. So, he made me into his personal toy, not a problem if I stayed on the asteroid but I didn’t and now I turn the heads of nearly every male humanoid I meet. Darn you Poppa! I love you, Poppa, but darn you.
After a while the other women became jealous of all the attention I was getting from the water boy and began yelling for him, using words that would make a sailor blush, and the boy was forced to show me less attention. He stumbled with the bucket a bit embarrassed by the rude remarks the women were making about the way he stared at them.
‘You like titties?’ a muscular blonde shouted to him. ‘You can suck on mine if you want. Your momma never gave you enough, huh, baby boy?’
This brought on gales of laughter and whistles from the ex-pirates. Only Rubia wasn’t shouting.
She banged the edge of her oar against the wall and ordered, ‘leave the boy alone. Can’t you see he’s as much a prisoner here as we are?’
They immediately quieted to mummers. Rubia had obviously been a fair leader but not one to cross. No one challenged her authority. The boy went unmolested as he continued on his rounds, but now it was Rubia who received most of his water.
He did manage to fumble, when he finally got to me, and spilled a ladleful of water on my blouse, which made it so transparent my pink nipples could just as well have been exposed. I wasn’t the prettiest girl there. Little Silk was much better looking than me but I suppose I looked the best soaking wet. I felt sorry for the boy and didn’t try to hide my near nakedness. He was trying to be a good boy but he couldn’t help the way he felt and since he was now loyal to Rubia he couldn’t take advantage of her. His face reminded me of Poppa and I was certain when Poppa was his age he must have been a double for the Poseidon boy, so, I let him look. Rubia would dominate his dreams but I knew I would be there as well.
We pulled the oars for about an hour praying for the smooth water to become choppy again. It would mean the wind had returned. The portholes were wide enough for us to get a glimpse of the surface of the water and even a whiff or two of a light sea breeze so we could see how calm the sea was. Nothing stirred except for the wake of the ship.
The air inside the hold must have become oppressive because I heard complaints about body odor. I don’t breath; therefore, I wasn’t aware of the smell but everyone else seemed bothered by it.
Rubia, who was sitting behind me, whispered a comment about the odor to me but I didn’t quite hear what she said so she repeated it. I told her I couldn’t hear her but I don’t think she heard me right because she pulled in her oar and grabbed me in a strangle hold and threw me, sailing through the air, onto the mattresses.
I landed on my stomach. She leaped on top of me and spread her arms and legs into a sprawl, driving her weight into my buttock to keep me down. I curled my own arms and legs under me and gradually forced my way into a front bridge position on the balls of my hands and knees of my legs.
All around me I could hear the others shouting encouragement to Rubia but she knew she was in a bad position. From my own position I could step out and eventually break away. In order to keep herself on top of me she tightened her right arm around my waist and then, to distract me, she began squeezing my mamazulions that were hanging down like a pair of punching bags. She reached right into my blouse and dug her fingers into the soft flesh. It was painful but I kept stepping away causing her to loose her hold around my waist and her grip on my tits. I dug my feet into the mattresses and pushed toward her but she was able to use both her hands to grab me around my waist and flip me over onto my back.
I was slammed down hard onto an area where there weren’t any mattresses and the sudden pain stunned me. However, she wasted no time. She rose to her feet, flipped herself over and dropped onto me so her crotch was in my face and her bent legs held my flailing arms down. I was pinned and both of her arms were free to do me damage.
She whipped off her panties and shoved her hairy pubes into my mouth. Her cotton cove was soft and curly and as bright red as the hair on her head but I wasn’t enjoying the bush in my mouth nor the thick labia she kept trying to get me to lick.
I felt trapped but Poppa taught me never to think about being trapped always consider it a problem in need of a solution and there was always a solution. Deception is a good way to win a battle so instead of resisting I decided to give in to her, as a distraction. I stuck out my tongue and licked upward along her along her canyon walls. Using her fingers, she separated her soft lab-lips so I could get into her moist valley. Once into the pink, I began licking and sucking and I could see by the euphoric look on her face. She was enjoying the strokes of my juicy eel. She even used her fingers to rub her clit in a circular motion to enhance the effect. This was my chance to strike.
I kicked my legs backwards as far as I could, hoping to hook my heels around her neck. My left foot caught hold but I needed to lock both legs together in order to pull her back. However, she caught on to my maneuver and grabbed hold of the free leg and then undid my hold around her neck using her left hand. She now was holding onto both of my legs with my butt pointing straight up.
Before even the jeering audience could see what she was doing, she pulled both of my legs to her chest and locked them there with her right arm. Reaching back with her left arm she yanked my bikini bottom off and inserted three fingers into my naked twat. Now I was helpless again as I felt her fingers probe deep inside me, sending spasms from my quim all the way through my legs. I tried to ignore the erotic stimulation in my Venus hole and pushed hard with my legs. This caused her to uncork my hole and grab hold of my legs with both her arms. Legs are so much stronger than any other part of the body so I knew I would eventually succeed but then I felt lips against my twat. Other women had left their oars in order to suck on my love slit as if it were a drinking fountain.
I almost never lose my temper but I decided this last humiliation had been enough. Gathering every modicum of strength I could muster I poured them into my legs and bucked hard. I brought her down and brought myself into a sitting position. I immediately rolled over on top of her and pinned her down. I crawled out from between her legs and held her to the mattresses. On her back she was helpless. She tried a backward bridge but couldn’t get into position because I kept shifting my weight to throw her off.
Finally, she relaxed. Either she was gathering her strength for another attack or she had given up. I held her down and waited. She slapped her hand on the mattresses in a gesture of surrender. I had won. I got off of her and stood straight up in triumph.
For a long while there was dead silence. A stranger had defeated their captain and they didn’t know how to react. I helped Rubia to her feet and faced her, wondering if she would give the word for them to bring me down. She smiled and held out her hand.
‘Well done, Moonie. I’ll bet you did a lot of wrestling with your girlfriends and I’ll bet Poppa refereed.’
I nodded and grasped her hand. They all broke out into a broken cheer. The drummer, who had been silent, banged down on the drum.
‘You’ve had your break, ladies, now back to the oars.’
They grumbled but did as they were told.
As I returned to my bench I asked Rubia: ‘what did you think I had said to you? What set you off?’
‘I asked if you wanted the water boy to visit you again and you said: “up my rear!” ’
‘No. I actually said: “I can’t hear”. I’m not a bad person. I don’t snap at people, especially when they’re as miserable as I am.’
‘I don’t think you do, Moonie. If we ever survive this and I get a ship again, I want you to join up.’
‘I’d like that.’
She seemed pleased and we resumed our rowing.
We stroked in rhythm with the drummer. The water boy didn’t stop by as much. He seemed attached to Rubia now. Perhaps he was impressed by the way she had fought and also the way she had stood up for him. I was glad. She seemed to like him as well.
A wind finally came and we were all happy to pull in our oars. Once the oars had been secured we collapsed on the mattresses. Little Silk cuddled up to me and the water boy made pillows out of Rubia’s full breasts.
“We’re going to escape, Moonie,” Rubia said to me. ‘I don’t know when but somehow we’re going to get away from this ship before we reach shore.’
She didn’t know how right she was nor how tragic her words would be.
Six crewmen from above deck came down and brought us food in dark wooden bowls rubbed smooth and shinny from handling. They portioned out beets and biscuits and some kind of cooked meat I didn’t recognize. They gave extra portions to certain women and then lied down with them.
I gave the water boy my bowl, which was still full of food, and offered it to Rubia as if this was a necessary ritual before he could ask her favor. If she refused, no matter how politely, then he would not pursue her. She accepted a hard biscuit and when she was finished she made no resistance to the boy’s advances. As he slipped his member into her, Rubia glanced over at me and winked as if to say it was all right for me to make love to Silk. She had hers. I should have mine. But seeing the men only reminded me of Poppa. Silk no longer interested me as a sex partner and I think she sensed it because she curled up and went to sleep.
We only got about an hour’s sleep before a commotion on the deck woke me up. Heavy footfalls thudded above us. The water boy had been making love to Rubia almost continuously and had just finished when the hatch opened and Kleeg shouted down to us.
‘Everyone on deck! You’re all going to get some fresh air.’
He noticed the water boy lying with us.
‘Why are you still down here, Billy?’
Rubia sat up and Kleeg grinning with a knowing smile.
‘Found a nice big mamma to pork, did you? Good for you Billy-Boy.’
‘Don’t talk that way about her, captain. She’s a lady.’
‘She wouldn’t have that slit between her legs if she weren’t.’
Billy flushed red and seemed as if he would rise up against Kleeg but Rubia held him back.
‘Not worth it,’ she said in a low voice and Billy calmed down.
With the usual groans and moans we rose from the mattresses and paraded ourselves on deck. Once we were there they tied our legs to a single long rope fastened to an anchor. I figured it was to prevent any of us from taking a drastic bid for freedom by attempting a plunge over the side. Billy made certain he was the one to tie the rope around Rubia’s ankle.
‘So it won’t chaff.’
Then Kleeg ordered us to lie on the deck.
‘You get more sun that way,’ he explained but for some reason I became suspicious and so did Rubia. She fired an uncomfortable glance at me. Kleeg was up to something but what?
Several of the men were staring nervously over the port side of the ship. We were on the starboard side so we couldn’t see what held their interest. The foretop man in the crow’s nest of the mizzenmast also had his gaze fixed on the port side. Kleeg called up to him asking if the craft ahead had changed course. The foretop man yelled down it was still on a direct course toward us.
Rubia turned to me and whispered, ‘they’re worried about the ship coming toward us because they’re afraid it’s either a pirate or a patrol boat. Either way, I think they’re planning on dumping us.’
‘Over the side? ‘ I said incredulously. ‘Like trash?’
‘Slavery is illegal in the civilized sector. They’re facing a sever prison term if they’re caught with slaves. To them it’s just less trouble for them to just get rid of us.’
‘It’s inhuman!’
Of course, I wasn’t worried about Silk or myself but the others would drown. Now I was glad I didn’t let on about our abilities. I told Rubia to pass what she suspected along the line. If the women could free themselves before the crew lost interest in the approaching vessel, they might have a chance. Some would be cut down by the angry crew in the rush but it would be better than facing certain death in the briny waters. In minutes the word had been passed and the women began digging at the thick knots holding them to the death cord.
The foretop man shouted to Kleeg about being able to see the oncoming vessel clearly now. It was a patrol boat and its engines were at full power. They would be alongside in less than five minutes. I could see the hesitation and disappointment in Kleeg’s face. He hesitated not because he was so concerned for our lives but because he was about to lose a fortune in human flesh. However, if he were caught with us on board he would lose the money anyway and receive a prison sentence as well. His choice was very clear and I will remember his chilling words as long as I live.
‘Dump them!’
Since we were all aware of what his words meant the women began to scream and curse and frantically work at the knots. Kleeg saw what was happening but it didn’t matter. Four sailors picked up the anchor and carried it over the side while other members of the crew lifted the hysterical women over. I was astonished at their lack of concern for what they were doing. There was no hint of regret on their faces. It was as if we were no more than a cargo of fruit, which had spoiled and needed to be trashed.
Even though I knew I was going to live I empathized with the total fear and confusion of the others as we crashed into the waters and was dragged down into the deep. We were surrounded by clouds of bubbles, churned up by the violence of us striking the waters and flailing against our bonds. I struggled to free myself from the knots before hit bottom because I hoped to be able to save a few of them before the water filled up their lungs and they drowned. But it was a desperate move because we struck sea floor in no time at all. In slow motion we watched the anchor dig into the soft silt of the floor and slowly drop down to its side.
We drifted like floats on a string. I watched several of the girls lashing wildly in futile attempts to free themselves until they suddenly became calm. Rubia was no longer next to me. Somehow, she had been able to free herself. I suspected Billy-boy had purposely not tied a secure knot when he fastened the rope to Rubia’s ankle. He might have done it for her comfort or he could have known what Kleeg had been planning. There was no way to warn her or perhaps he did. Rubia had been the first to understand the situation clearly. There wasn’t even a tremor in her voice when she told me what Kleeg might do, as if this was her opportunity to escape. She knew she couldn’t help the others but I think she wanted me to know so I might be able to escape as well. Because I had bested her at wrestling, she had taken a liking to me and wanted me to survive along with her.
I saw a shiver of basquers, the Poseidon equivalent of sharks, circling the buoyant women. Kleeg would be getting his wish. There would be no evidence left behind. Of course, now I was no longer in an enviable position. I was still alive but if the vultures of the deep had anything to say about it, they would make a tasty meal of me, dead or alive.
I looked for Silk but she was gone.
3 THE LAB
SILK’S STORY
The cool water. The tickling bubbles. Life had been good then. I glided through the water easily with no any sense of danger. I slithered between the rocks in my tank until I arrived at a bed of wavering strands of seaweed and I nibbled on the sweet tips. I loved to pass through the tall strands of seaweed because they felt so soothing sliding over my skin.
And food. There had always been plenty of food. The bubble-faced ones always came to feed me even though there were schools of fish in the tank.
This seemed so long ago. It was before I had met Moonie and Rubia and the slavers. Life was good when I was with the bubble-faced ones but it did not last.
I called them bubble-faced ones because they had a hard bubble covering their face when they came into the tank to feed me. They were different on the other side of the tank when I saw them through the window. Inside the tank they had smooth, shinny skins of bright colors and their heads were also smooth. Their feet were flippers like mine but on the other side their feet were small. There were other things too.
At first I thought the colorless ones on the other side of the tank were another kind of creature. I thought they were not the bubble-faced ones who came to feed me. The people outside the tank didn’t have a bubble over their face and their skins were loose and colorless and they were always at the bottom of their tank. They didn’t swim and float like they did when they came to visit with me. Their heads weren’t smooth either. They were covered with seaweed. Later I found out about hair and clothing but at the time it looked like seaweed and skin to me.
As I saw them over and over I began to see they had the same faces as the bubble-faced ones. I realized the tall bubble-faced one with broad shoulders was the same tall one on the other side of the tank and the short one with bumps on her chest and wide hips, who liked to swim with me after she fed me, was also on the other side of the tank. They changed when the came to feed me. I could understand that but I didn’t realize how, until much later.
For a long time I did nothing more than swim, eat and sleep. It was a good life. I was on my side of the tank and the colorless ones were on the other side except when they changed and came to feed me. I wondered what their life was like on the other side of the tank but I should not have been so curious because I was soon to know and I did not like it. Not at first, anyway.
Then, one day, I noticed there were at least six of them staring at me through the window. I was used to the colorless ones looking at me, sometimes for a long time, but there were never so many at once. They would look at each other and then at me.
I put on a wonderful show for them. I swam my little heart out turning over and over. But they seemed unimpressed. I had learned when they twisted their faces in certain ways it meant they were happy or unhappy with me. But now they just stared and didn’t seem to care for my show. I was disappointed but I pretended not to care. I just swam away and chased a black and yellow striped fish through the tall strands of seaweed.
I did not chase her to eat because I decided she would be my pet. I would play with her the way the bubble-faced ones played with me. Then I thought, was I the pet of the bubble-faced ones? Is that why they fed me and played with me and did not eat me? I did not like to think they might one day eat me. It made me shiver and I tried to stop thinking the thought. But why were there so many colorless ones at the window staring at me who not liking my show. Is this the day when they were they going to eat me?
I was happy when the bumpy yellow and tall orange bubble-faced ones came to visit. They were my friends. They would not eat me. They were always kind and played with me and their fish were delicious. But this time their fish tasted sour and eating it made me sleepy.
I tried not to sleep. I put on my show. They would appreciate my show. They had always liked my show before and made happy faces but this time they made no special face at all. They were like all the others at the window and I became frightened. I became so frightened I no longer fought off my sleepiness. If they were going to eat me at least they were kind enough to put me to sleep first. I was grateful for that anyway. So, I slept.