The Agreement

By Net Wolf

 

“Roger that, Neptune Central. We’re going to make a final pass around Persephone, and then we will RTB.”

“Very well, Auckland. Central, out.”

Captain Stils clicked off the radio just as Angela came into the cabin. Lt.(jg) Angela Warrick was his second in command. Truth be told, she was the only other person who ever officially rode in the USS Auckland, which was a small patrol vessel. It could carry up to fifty people, but it didn’t need them for a simple planetary patrol.

Angela settled into her seat, glancing in his direction. Her look immediately turned ugly. “Stop staring at me, you fucking asshole.”

The mood in the cabin was neither friendly nor unusual. Mike Stils had been putting up with the lieutenant’s frigid and unfriendly behavior for the last five months. Truth be told, he was getting horribly sick of her mouth, and was about ready to report her to Command, when he’d changed his mind.

“We’ve got to do a run around Persephone. They’re worried that someone might be using the old base there.”

“Whatever.”

It took them only moments to reach Persephone’s space. When it had been discovered that Sol did, in fact, have a tenth planet, back in 2102, half the science community was shocked. The other half gleefully said, “Told ya!” It was most surprising that Persephone had remained hidden for as long as it had. It was three times the size of Earth. They’d built a base out here, but since nothing ever came to the Sol system, the base had fallen into disuse.

Mike punched commands for the proper orbit around Persephone. As soon as his hand pressed the last three keys, a loud bang was heard throughout the ship.

“What was that?” Angela asked with a start.

Mike looked down at his board. “Engine malfunction. Oh, shit. We’re caught in the gravity well already. We’re going to have to set it down.”

Mike punched a few more keys before pressing the key for the radio. “This is Auckland to any Space Force vessel within range: MAYDAY. We are suffering from engine trouble, and will be forced to land on Persephone. We will attempt to dock at the old base, but do not – repeat, DO NOT – know if we will be successful. Will report, if possible, after landing.”

Turning to Angela, he said, “Crash procedures.”

“Aye aye.” She was businesslike now, performing her job adequately. He knew this was because she thought her life was in danger. Angela Warrick was not happy to be in the Space Force. She was only here to save up money for her planned college career, so she could become some politician or bureaucrat or other.

“Base in sight. It would appear that the docking doors are open,” Angela said with some surprise.

There aren’t any doors. The dock was protected by a force field. I hope like hell it’s not active...”

“It shouldn’t be, the base is deserted...”

“Yeah, but the zero-point generators on that base can run for centuries without repair. Well, only one way to find out. I’m bringing her in. Prepare emergency reverse-thrusters.”

“Reverse-thrusters, aye.” She continued to flip switches and press keys. He lined the ship up with the bay, and thankfully, they passed through the door without difficulty.

“Reverse thrust!” Mike commanded. Angela pressed two keys simultaneously.

“Reverse thrust activated.” The patrol vessel shuddered, and it didn’t stop fast enough. The impact against the forward wall threw Mike against his restraints, and it threw Angela into the windshield, for she had – rather stupidly – not fastened her restraints.

“Oh, Damn it all to Pluto.” Mike removed his restraints, and stepped over to Angela, pulling her back into her seat. She was bruised, but she was breathing. She was unconscious, however, and a light slap did not rouse her.

Well, whatever.

Mike stepped into the airlock, donning a thin thermo-pressure suit. Putting on his helmet and attaching his air generator, he opened the airlock and stepped into the vacuum. He stepped carefully across the floor; it had been months since Space Force had ordered anyone to check out the base. He moved to the control panel for the force field, and saw that the power indicator was on, but that the system wasn’t active. He booted the terminal, and activated the force field. He saw the faint bluish tinge that indicated an active field, and so he knew the system was operating properly. He then began to pressurize the bay.

Ten minutes later, the bay was pressurized, and his suit-mounted environmental monitors verified that it was safe. He unlatched his helmet, and removed it, taking a deep breath. He coughed; the air was dusty, but breathable. He stepped into the chamber just off the hangar bay, but went no further. Having seen what he needed to see, he returned to the Auckland.

He noted that Angela was stirring when he stepped into the cockpit, retaking his seat. He pressed several controls, and then flicked the radio to on.

“Neptune Central, this is Auckland, do you read?” Mike repeated the call five times before giving up. He reset the system, and tried again, to no avail. He flicked the system to off with vehemence, and groused at it.

Finally, looking over at Angela, he said, “You awake yet?”

Angela groaned, her hand going to her forehead. When it came away sticky with blood, she looked alarmed.

“Don’t worry, it’s stopped.”

“How bad is it?”

“Your face, or the ship?” Mike asked caustically.

“The fucking ship!” she retorted heatedly.

“It’s going to need major repairs. We’ve got to find a way to call Neptune.”

“The base. Certainly they had radios...”

“The door beyond the boarding chamber is locked.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah. C’mon, let’s get out of this heap.”

“You sure it’s safe out there? What about, I mean, it could be toxic.”

“Look, I powered up the systems. The environment checks out fine. It is dusty, though, you might want to cover your mouth with something.” Like a piece of titanium tape.

The two headed out of the ship, and Angela moved toward the door to the boarding chamber. Mike started to follow, but then said, “Shit. I need to check on some things aboard. You go ahead, and I’ll be right with you.”

Angela didn’t bother to answer him, nor did she turn to see him return to the ship. She looked over the control panel, but there was nothing there she understood. As a lieutenant (junior grade), she was only familiar with the operation of her own ship, and she’d never been stationed planet-side before. She stared in mute frustration at the system, but then walked into the boarding room. This was a small chamber with only enough room for passengers to wait while their ship was being readied for takeoff. The room was also used as the official greeting point for dignitaries, not that Persephone had seen anyone of higher rank than Captain Stils.

She was startled when he came in behind her and slammed the hatch shut. He was carrying his helmet, but, she noticed, he did not have a suit for her.

“What are you closing the hatch for?”

“Just in case anything happens to the power grid. You don’t want to be sucked into outer space before we get a chance to do anything.”

“Well, you could have brought my suit, you fuck.”

“Oops,” he said with no small amount of sarcasm. “No big thing. I don’t expect a power problem, it’s just an emergency measure.”

“Right.” She moved over to the corner and sat down on the floor. There were no chairs, no boxes or crates, nothing here to use as furniture. It was just an empty room.

“So, what the hell do we do now?” she asked. “No radio in here that I can see.”

Mike looked around theatrically. “True. Well, let me go use the terminal outside, and see if I can raise Neptune Central.” Before she could say anything, he’d slipped out the door, and shut it behind himself. She thought to follow him, but didn’t feel like his puppy-dog just now. She remained in her corner, her knees pulled up to her chest, her chin resting on them.

The noise was almost inaudible. She wondered, at first, if she’d imagined it. But then it came again; the soft scraping of metal on metal. The sound seemed to be coming closer, but it was from an unwelcome direction: it was coming from the other side of the door to the rest of the base. She knew there were no other people on this planet. But what would be making that noise?

The noise grew louder and louder, until it seemed as if it filled the entire room, and then it just stopped. By now, Angela was shaking badly, and bathed in a cold sweat. Only a second later, Mike opened the outer door, and stepped back inside. She had the insane need to run to him and clutch him, but she fought it tooth and nail, and finally started to get her breathing under control. She was not cut out for this explorer shit, she was not a soldier. She was the daughter of a senator, and she longed to be back in their comfortable home. But these days, if you wanted to get yourself elected, you had to serve in the military. It was just the way things went. She hated serving under this pig, but that, also, was the way things went. Mike Stils was a career officer, and he despised her as much as she despised him. She knew this, but didn’t care. Right now, all she knew was that something else was here with them.

“Well, no luck getting a signal through, I’ll try again – what the hell’s eating at you?” Her face was white as a sheet, and she looked like she’d seen a ghost.

“You didn’t hear that noise?” she said incredulously. Her voice seemed very small and squeaky, even to her.

“What noise? No, I didn’t hear a thing.”

“It was metal-to-metal contact... like someone was moving something across the floor. It got louder and louder, and then it stopped.” Just before he came in... which means they know where we are at all times!

Mike looked at her dubiously.

“I am not making it up!”

Mike shrugged. “Well, whatever it is, unless it has a key, it can’t get through that door any faster than we can. We’re stuck here until I can figure out how to get a signal to Central. I don’t think I can repair the ship anytime soon.”

Angela shrunk down on herself, shivering. “It’s getting colder in here.”

Mike checked his suit thermostat. “It has dropped a half-degree in the hour we’ve been here. You’re imagining things.”

She glared at him for a moment, but said nothing. She wrapped her arms tightly around her legs, curling up into a tight ball, sitting in the corner, saying nothing.

Mike was amused. It was interesting to see the snotty little bitch cowed this way. He hadn’t realized how incapable of handling the out-of-the-ordinary situation she would be. He nearly grinned, but that would have spoiled it. Tough little bitch, back on Earth, ain’t ya? Out here in space, you’re just another fucking wimp.

 

The evening meal was eaten in the boarding room. Neither of them would trust their lives to the power grid, and Mike had told Angela that, once opened, he couldn’t get the airlock door to close. He’d had to bypass the sensors just to allow both doors to open at the same time. Their meal was the usual spaceman’s food, normally eaten on longer missions than this one was supposed to have been, but it was kept aboard at all times, in case of, well, in case they crashed somewhere and had to wait for rescue.

Neither of them spoke during the meal. They didn’t speak much at all, after their situation was clear. Angela only glared at Mike, obviously accusing him of their current troubles. Mike didn’t bother to notice.

When the time finally came to bed down, Angela insisted on going out and getting her space suit. She’d been feeling colder and colder since they had arrived. She came back without it.

“Where the hell’s your suit, Lieutenant?” Mike asked, appearing very cross with her.

“Busted. It came off its rack, and the two main components are busted.”

Mike knew this already.

“Well, hell, it could have at least kept you warm. Didn’t you say you were cold?”

“It got torn on something, I don’t know what.”

“Oh.” Mike knew that too.

Angela shivered in the cold. “How can this fucking place not have heat?”

“It’s not on. We don’t have any environmental controls in here.”

Mike sat down, preparing himself to go to sleep. Angela was obviously cold. As she should be, he thought, it’s down to sixty-one in here, and dropping about a degree every hour.

Angela moved around, stamping her feet, and trying to fight off the inevitable. She couldn’t ask the captain for his suit; it wasn’t something you did. Besides, it wouldn’t fit, him being a good eight inches taller than her meager 5’ 1” height. She finally relented, and sat down beside him.

“If you touch me during the night, I’ll have you up on charges.”

Mike just looked at her, a strange expression on his face, but he said nothing. She pressed herself up against him, trying to settle in comfortably against the garment that, while soft and supple from the inside, was rather bumpy on the outside. Finally, she managed to find a comfortable way to lay. Mike put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in tighter. Encased as he was in the thermo-pressure suit, he was actually rather warm, and the suit was doing its best to pump his heat away. That heat radiated off him, and gave Angela some amount of comfort. He checked his watch. It was twenty minutes before she was fully asleep.

It was apparent that someone else knew this as well. Five minutes after Angela began snoring softly, the heat to the room kicked back on. In only another ten minutes, the temperature was rather too warm, but the heat would keep her sleepy and resting. Mike got up slowly, trying not to wake her. She shifted, pulling her legs up against her body and lying on the ground, soundly asleep.

It didn’t take long before Mike had completed the tasks that were necessary for tonight’s mission. It wasn’t one Central had asked him to perform, but that was okay; he’d do this one for free.

Well, in truth, it wasn’t really free, but his price wasn’t paid in dollars, still the most stable currency in the Solar system. He sat about three feet from Angela, watching her rest, for another twenty minutes. That’s when the noise came back. Mike noted that Angela was right: it did sound very much like someone sliding something metal over a metal floor. The reason for that was simple; that’s precisely what it was.

Angela was bolt-upright in seconds, her eyes wide in terror. She’d just begun to focus when the inner door, the door to the rest of the base, opened. In walked a tall alien, even taller than Mike. It was mostly humanoid, though its head bore a strange resemblance to a lizard, or perhaps a dinosaur. Its hands contained five clawed fingers, and its eyes, a deep red, stared straight at her. Its skin was mottled green and brown. It had no snout, though the nose and mouth did protrude slightly, and its face was covered in small, flexible scales. The alien didn’t speak, but just stared at her. She knew that it would kill her.

Slowly, Angela rose to her feet. She didn’t pay any attention to Mike, standing already, and not making any moves. Once on her feet, she bolted for the outer door, to make her stand in the spaceship. The door would not budge. She yanked and twisted and pushed and turned, until a strong hand grabbed her wrist, and pulled it around behind her back.

“Now, Sweetheart,” Mike said, his voice dripping with sarcasm and irony, “you’re going to have a real hard time getting through a locked door. And I can’t let you go, anyway, because they wouldn’t like that.”

“Let me go, you son of a bitch!” she screamed as he brought her other hand around behind her back, and then held them together with one large hand. He began to drag her back toward the alien. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Mike took his free hand and grabbed her tit, hard. “I’m fulfilling my part of the agreement. Mm, these feel nice. You should be glad. Before I came along, this experience would have been much more unpleasant for you. Now, well... you won’t remember much, soon, anyway.”

The alien had stepped back through the door, and to the side. Mike pushed Angela forward, toward what had to be a table, though its top was raised almost to the vertical at the moment. Mike pushed her forward, and then spun her around. Her arms flew out, and Mike pushed her backward, holding her securely onto the hard surface. Angela tried to beat him off, but the aliens – where had the others come from? – grabbed her hands and soon had them secured into place with metal clamps. Her feet followed suit, and soon she was strapped solidly onto the table. She glared daggers at Mike as the table was rotated back to the horizontal, and then she was wheeled away, out of sight of Mike and the one remaining alien.

“This is the program I want,” he said to the alien. It nodded, but did not speak. There had only ever been one of them that had spoken to him, and its English was so massacred as to be almost incomprehensible. Only his instinctive understanding that they were offering him something good kept him trying to translate.

The remaining alien walked away, following the screams and curses of Angela Warrick. Well, he’d have to think of a new name for her, actually. Perhaps Barbie? Nah, she didn’t have the body for that. She was a nice looker, though, with the auburn hair and the gray eyes. Susie. He’d call her Susie. Never Susan; that had too much dignity.

It was, however, time for him to get some work done. The first thing he did was to unlock the outer door, and walk back to the ship. He reactivated the airlock, so that it would shut properly, and then walked back into the engine spaces. He walked down a row of equipment, looking for the right one. He knew exactly what he was looking for; after all, he’d been the one who had broken it. He carried seven spares of this particular part on any given mission, just in case. The repair took him all of twenty minutes. Finished ‘fixing’ the ship, he moved forward to the cockpit, and sat in his usual seat. He activated the radio, which had never been damaged, and called Neptune Central.

“Neptune Central, this is Auckland, do you copy?”

“Roger that, Auckland, your signal is four by. Please state your status.”

“Central, the ship is repaired, and is now flight-worthy, though it will require some repairs when I get back to base.”

“Roger that, Auckland. Crew status?”

“Central, I am uninjured. However, Lt. Warrick did not survive the crash. Also, a failure of the air containment field here caused her...” Mike put as much emotion into his voice as he could, “...her body to be lost to space.”

There was a long pause on the radio. “Understood, Auckland. Estimate your time of departure?”

Audibly struggling to pull himself together, Mike said, “In about two hours, Central. I should be back at base in less than eight hours.”

“Understood. We will await your arrival, Auckland. Neptune Central, out.”

Mike clicked off the radio, threw back his head, and laughed. It had been so easy!

When the aliens had approached him, out here on patrol all alone a year ago, he’d accepted their deal mainly out of intimidation; their ships were ten times the size of his own, and he could see the weaponry. He didn’t want to piss them off. However, when he’d finally understood the deal, well... he couldn’t pass it up!

He never understood why they wanted eggs from a human woman. They never asked for sperm, and without sperm, you couldn’t fertilize them. What, were they a delicacy or something? Not that it mattered in the least to Mike Stils. They had told him, point blank, that they didn’t give a shit about Earth in the great scheme of things. Even with Earth’s most advanced technology, they wouldn’t be a star-faring species anytime soon. They just weren’t a threat.

But, Mike had delivered the product, and he expected to be paid. He’d have to wait until they were finished extracting Angela’s... that is, Susie’s... eggs, and then implanting or rearranging or whatever it was they did to her so that her body would not face the effects of having no eggs remaining in her body. There were also some other things they were doing to her, and that was okay, so long as they were quick about it. Mike looked at his watch; twenty-five minutes. Should be about time to go collect my payment.

 

Mike returned to the boarding room, and he only had to wait five more minutes. His back was turned when the door creaked open, and there stood two of the aliens – he hadn’t yet learned to tell them apart – and Angela. Mike smacked himself mentally. Her name is Susie. Mike stepped forward, and the aliens, nodding, backed through the door and closed it.

Susie’s eyes were downcast, but Mike took the time to admire her body. Her long auburn hair, now loosed from its usual pins and ribbons, hung down to her shoulder blades. She was dressed in a thin robe. It wasn’t see-through, but he could tell she was chilled, because she was shivering slightly. Her hands hung limply at her sides. Someone might think she was catatonic, or depressed, but she just hadn’t been informed of her new life yet.

“How do you feel?” Mike asked gently. There was no point in acting hostile; she didn’t remember not liking him, anyway.

“Empty,” she said, her voice hollow and quiet. “Sir, who am I? What am I?”

He wrapped his arm around her, and she pushed herself into him. He wasn’t wearing his spacesuit anymore, as the temperature in here was quite nice. “Well, your name is Susie. As for what you are, you are my servant.”

She looked up at him in gratitude for filling in the blanks in her life. “How may I serve you, Lord?”

Lord. I kind of like that.

“Come, I’m sure we’ll think of something.” He thought of taking her right in the boarding room, giving the aliens something fun to watch, but no, it would be uncomfortable here, and he wanted to enjoy his first time with her.

He walked Susie back to the ship. She made no mention of the now-functional airlock. Of course, she didn’t remember it being broken, so that wasn’t unusual. Once inside, he led her back to his quarters.

Captain’s quarters on a patrol vessel were not exactly luxurious, but they were slightly better than those of the rest of the crew, whatever there might be of it. He led Susie in, and, just out of habit, closed the door.

Susie was waiting for him, her eyes looking just below his chin. Part of whatever it was they had done to her is that she would never be able to look another person in the eyes again, at least not without a direct order at the time.

Mike moved over to her, walking all the way around her. She was almost a different person, but... that was okay with him, because he hadn’t liked the one she’d been. While he was behind her, he unfastened the garment, and then pushed it off her shoulders, allowing it to puddle on the floor. His hands moved to her tits, cupping them, and Susie gasped at the sudden pleasure, arching her back to push her grapefruit-sized breasts into his palms. Mike squeezed and fondled her for quite some time, just enjoying having this former-bitch writhing under his touch.

Finally, he stopped, and pulled her, gently, around to face him. He undid his uniform, which was a navy-blue flight suit. He kicked off his boots as he pulled the suit off, and then he peeled off his briefs. Susie stood watching in rapt attention as her Lord undressed. Finally finished, Mike sat down on the bed, looking at his prize. She was a beautiful woman, and now she would make a very nice slave. His slave. He hadn’t kept any of the others, but this one, he was going to keep. The others had given him a very tidy little income, having been sold off for enormous sums.

Bringing his attention back to the girl in front of him, he motioned her to him. She walked forward, and was about to sit on his lap when he shook his head.

“Kneel.”

Susie immediately did as ordered, looking at her master’s erect cock as she knelt on the floor.

“Whenever you’re kneeling before me like this, your mouth should be on my cock,” Mike instructed.

Immediately, Susie bent forward, her small hands lightly gripping his shaft, and her lips parted as the head of his prick slipped in. One hand slipped down to fondle Mike’s balls as her tongue slipped wetly against his cock. Slowly, her lips traced down the length of his shaft, until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Her mouth worked on his cock, sucking at it, trying to milk his seed from his balls. Her fingers danced over his nuts, trying to tickle the cum out of them.

Soon, Susie began to pull her mouth off his cock, at that same maddeningly slow pace. It had been a few weeks since Mike had gotten any, and this was driving him crazy. Up and down she went, not quickening her movements at all, until Mike had all he could take. With an enormous grunt, he blasted his load into her mouth. Susie took it all, without concern or complaint, as a good cocksucking slave should.

She continued to suck on his cock long after his orgasm was finished, and he allowed her to continue, trying to recover from the mind-shattering climax. It was only a few minutes before his prick was back to full-mast, and he pulled Susie off his dick, pulling her onto the bed, and rolling her onto her back.

Susie parted her legs, and Mike moved in above her. She was more than ready for him, and he could see the look of lust in her eyes, though she still would not look at him. He positioned himself, and pressed home. Susie cried out in passion as Mike’s prick slid deeply into her cunt.

Mike wasted no time, but set up a good rhythm, slamming into Susie’s luscious twat. Susie lifted her hips to meet each and every one of Mike’s thrusts, screaming out her pleasure each time he bottomed out. The two were thrashing together like wild animals, and their grunts and groans filled the small cabin

Mike was close to coming, and he didn’t think he could resist his urge much longer. He reached down, groping Susie’s tits and twisting her nipples lightly. She was soon rising to her own orgasm, driven on by the powerful sensations rolling through her body. Mike rammed into her one last time, and froze, groaning out loud as his body froze in place, his cock spurting his seed deep into her pussy.

Susie, feeling the cum of her Lord and Master flowing into her, was immediately wracked with the biggest orgasm of her life. She was happy, and she was fulfilled, and she was sated, as her body trembled through her orgasm’s aftershocks. The two of them were quite exhausted by the time they’d settled down, and they lay beside each other on the bed, trying to catch their breath.

 

After another hour, Mike had to get up, and prepare the ship for departure. He left Susie where she was, and entered the working portion of the ship. He moved around, fiddling with settings and computer panels, making sure he hadn’t actually damaged anything in that fake crash. In truth, he had dinged up the ship pretty bad, but it was all superficial damage; none of it would affect the ship’s performance or safety at all.

Finally, he slipped into the cockpit, and settled into his command seat. It was then that he looked out the windshield – strange that they still called it that – and saw that the aliens were standing there, watching him. He wondered what that was about, but as soon as they saw him, they bowed, and then returned to the boarding room, shutting the door, and, he was sure, locking it from the inside.

Well, nothing to concern myself about. Maybe they were just wondering why I’m still here. Having everything in the ship ready for departure, Mike put on his space suit, and headed outside to deactivate the air-maintenance field. First, he depressurized the hangar, so nothing would blow out into space... like himself. Then, he deactivated the field. The faint blue glow disappeared, and everything appeared to be just fine.

Making his way back to the ship, Mike considered his good fortune of the last year. He’d finally gotten himself a girl, just like his Mom had told him to. Of course, he didn’t think his mother would approve of a slave-girl, but he didn’t plan on introducing them to each other, so that was okay.

Once back inside, Mike activated the final countdown for launch, which was an absurdly stupid thing to call it these days, but some traditions had been kept. He slowly backed the ship out of the hangar, and had no problems turning the ship to face Neptune. Punching four keys, he activated the ship’s hyperdrive, and he was immediately hurtling toward home.

 

Back in his quarters, “Susie” woke up from her nap. As she opened her eyes, for just a fraction of a second, her eyes were not the gray eyes that Mike loved so much. They were, instead, a deep... dark... red.

 

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