The Princess and the Captain

Jim jumped as the proximity alert started shrieking a warning. "God damn tourists" he muttered as he opened communications. "Unidentified craft, this is station prime one, you have entered restricted space, divert your course NOW!" The com crackled a shrill female voice pleading, "prime station HELP! The pilot and co-pilot are dead." "Shut down your engines," he calmly responded. "There should be a multi-levered handle all connected at the top, push them all the way forward until they lock in place. Silently he watched as the ships engines shut off, but the ship was still moving. "Hell of a way to start a day." he growled as he readied a grapple beam to slow and pull the ship in. Pulling it to the hanger, he began to lock down almost all the station, manual instead of electronic locks on doors (he found they were much to easy to hack) and headed down to the ship. As he approached, his long legs eating up space, he stopped dead in his tracks. There at the hatch of the ship was a young teenage girl/woman crying and shaking, staring straight at him, her chest heaving, gulping for air, hardly wearing any clothes. "I am Jim Stock, this is a private station owned by my family." (well what was left of his family) "You will have to leave as soon as possible." (he didn't like company especially the uninvited kind) he snapped out. The girl broke down and started sobbing, muttering to her self. "They are all dead. Oh my god, I can't believe they are all dead." Falling out of the hatch, she just lay there, pooled on the deck like a useless lump of flesh. Jim was about to step forward when the intruder alert went off, "what the hell!?" Grabbing a plasma rifle next to the door, he opened his mike, "Computer, status report." A mechanical voice answered "five, level six armbots converging near the open hatch." "Level six. s**t, bring up security fields and shields, place around the ship protect the girl!" He shouted into his com link, as the first appeared and started firing. As Jim started returning fire, then shouted, "Damn it girl, move your ass NOW!" Taking out the first two, he knew it wouldn't get any easier as these were the more intelligent bots that learned as they went. He could see the other three taking cover as he got a shot off and disabled the arms of the third. The girl looked up at him then at the bots as they dropped and ran screaming toward him. "Increase to full combat mode now," he growled into the com. "Increasing now, all internal batteries online, shields to full." Dozens of specially made turrets came out of the walls and started blasting away, taking two more out at the beginning. "Status report" he barked. "Four units inoperable, three of those, no activity mechanical or electrical, one unit damaged one arm and leg inoperable," the mechanical voice droned on, "advise more protective cover" Smirking, Jim thought "Would a direct, tight, em pulse directed at the last bot be enough to disable it? I'm unsure of the shield rating of a six, analyze!" "Searching ... such a pulse would disable mechanical, but upon further analysis I have detected a tri-cobalt explosive, advise immediate evacuation" "No s**t, ya think?" Jim felt the weeping puddle of female at his feet clutch at his leg as he spoke. "Direct pulses at both of the last two operational bots, drop blast shield and door, then evacuate the space, make sure they are all gone before you close the outer hangar doors. "Compliance Captain," the voice answered back, "beginning procedures now." Jim watched as the shield door began to lower. Grabbing the girl, he pushed her to the airlock, her small frame offering no resistance to him as he hurriedly got her through and slammed the hatch closed. "Report, Dickie," he snapped out. "Applying the bursts now sir, they are immobilized, starting evacuation," Dickie replied. "Bring it up on display." As a picture of the hangar appeared before his eyes, thanks to a synaptic implant installed years ago when he was still in the stellar space forces, and he was allowed to keep it as a reward for his service. "Report." He said as he searched the bay. "Four of the bots are gone, one completely deactivated is still in the bay, no activity. The bomb is unarmed, but still active, recommend removal." Dickie droned back to him. "Okay, keep it in the bay, bring up shields, we don't know if the others will..." suddenly there was a huge explosion astern, Jim held on as the force of the blast hit the shields. "Damage report!" He ordered as the girl at his feet began to scream, her green eyes wide in terror. "No external damage to report, the blast weakened shields astern and port 5%, other than those we are green on all boards." Dickie stated. Breathing a sigh of relief, he could now turn his attention to the quivering, incoherent female latched onto his arm and as he now noticed drawing blood with the nails of her hand. "Miss, you have to let go so I can do a med scan on you," he gently started to pry her hands from arm. "NO!!!" She screamed pulling closer to him, "NO, NO, NOOOOO!" Jim sighed as he cupped her soft, tear stained face. Gently tilting her face up to look into her eyes, her deep emerald colored pools of fear, "Look at me," he gently prodded her. "What's your name?" "My name? I..." she swallowed hard. "I am Amber Joltaline" her voice cracking, shaky at best, as she looked deep into his eyes. She almost smiled with relief and started to fall as she lost consciousness. "Ah, damn it! Couldn't you have at least waited 'til I got you to med bay?" Touching his ear, he said "Dickie, I need med bay opened, bio-bed one started, a med transport to meet me on the way there." "Compliance Captain," it chirped in. "Would you like the shock kit also?" "Yes Dickie, that would be advisable." Then he thought, "also have the med bots prepared, I want her checked out, if she is who I think she is, we need to prepare all safe guards. I am afraid that those armbots weren't the last we are going to see. I want the station on high alert, no unwanted visitors in without MY clearance, hell NO visitors without my verbal acceptance." As Jim rushed the girl to med bay he felt his whole damn day just went from really bad to completely f****d up. The med scanners had been at work for an hour and had already found fifty deep space micro homing beacons buried deep within her skin. So far, that was all. s**t, someone wanted her and her family dead for certain. Taking a swig of syntho-rum, feeling it burn down his throat, the preliminary reports were coming in now. The emperor and his family were missing, their shuttle vanished as if it had never exited hyper-space at the appointed coordinates. "s**t! s**t! s**t! I don't need this right now, I got enough crap going on right now." Jim shouted. Going back to the hanger, he looked at the markings on the side of the shuttle, "Dickie confirm markings on right side of the shuttle." "Searching ... confirmed, royal shuttle of the high emperor, the same that was reported missing two days ago, should I report this to the high hall of councilors?" Dickie asked him. "No, not yet, you don't send level six assassins without some type of inside info. This was well planned, make sure all beacons have been deactivated and destroyed, that includes all you find on the ship." Jim said. "Should I dispose of the bodies sir?" Dickie asked without emotion. Jim was startled for a moment, "No I need to investigate further." He stepped toward the shuttle. "Are all internal defenses off?" he asked. "Yes sir, they were off when the shuttle arrived." Dickie replied "They seem to have been off for quite a while." As Jim stepped into the shuttle, he stared at the bodies (or rather what was left of them). Sighing, he moved to the cockpit at the front of the shuttle, here the c*****e wasn't as bad, but it was still bad enough. One body was cut in half, not much blood so it must have been a high intensity beam. The other he could see hadn't gone without a fight, obviously he had pissed it off and had been hacked to pieces. "Dickie I want a full spectrum of images of all the bodies." He ordered as he moved back into the main cabin. then to the rooms. "Ah, you poor bastard, you never had a chance." He said as he reached down to remove to ring on the emperor's dead hand. "Without this no one can claim the throne." Sighing, he know the next few days were going to be bad, REALLY bad. Looking further, he found the empress' body violated, along side two daughters and further back a son. "I guess he was the last of the male line but Amber..." thinking he knew he had to call in a few favors to protect her. Walking into the med bay, he looked at the frail young girl/woman being attended by the med bots. "Report," he ordered as he stopped at her bed. "No severe damage to the outer body, no internal injuries. It appears almost all of her injuries are mental." It quipped in a monotone. "Your evaluation?" He asked almost afraid of what the answer would be. "Sir," it started. "She seems quite fixated on you, I suggest that..." "Yeah, yeah I know" he interrupted. "Keep her with me for the time being, ARGGHH! I don't need this right now, damn it!" "Sir you have been alone out here for three years and studies show that all life forms require companionship," sliced in Dickie. "Fat lot you know, I have been fine, I like being alone," he snapped back. "It was not your fault they were killed when the raiders attacked." replied Dickie. "I should have been there..." he chocked out. "What could you have done?" inquired Dickie, "you were unarmed, unskilled, and unprepared." A soft groan broke the tension. Jim rushed to the bed and waved the bots away. As Amber opened her eyes, she gasped at the cold hard bed she was on. Her green eyes roamed around the room, settling on Jim as reality settled in. "I am alive!" She sat up and threw the sheet off, not realizing that she was naked underneath, hopped off the bed and threw her self at Jim, her firm 34B breasts and her hard long n*****s pressing holes into his shirt and chest. "Princess Amber you have no clothes on," he started "I don't care!" she shouted pressing harder into him. "If it weren't for you I would be dead like ... the ... the rest of my..." as tears started to form anew from her eyes. "I will not make you relive any of it. You are safe here, we are almost impenetrable here." He said as he swept his arm around the station. 'Damn it' he thought, now is not the time for his 8 1/2 inch c**k to rear its head. He quickly turned to the side, hoping that she didn't notice, ah f**k, too late, she had. "I apologize, Princess that was vulgar" he stated. Reaching up, she stunned and quieted him as she pressed her full, pouting and swollen lips to his and passionately kissed him, he felt her put her whole self into it. "I am a woman, you," she pointed to his tented pants. "Are OBVIOUSLY a man, so what has happened isn't that unnatural." He bowed his head and gulped. "Jim NEVER do that again!" She whispered, "you are a hero and if not now then in the future others will know, we are equals and you and your family will never have to bow again." Jim only smirked, "My family," he sighed, "except for my comatose mother, I have no family. I have dedicated my life to this station and making sure NO ONE can ever attack it again. It is my family's legacy" Amber felt the vehemence in his words and shook a little from them, she was so glad he was on her side. "Make a deal with you Jim," she said. "You don't call me princess again and I won't have you flogged." She started to smile, then giggled at the look that flashed across his face. "You got a deal," he said as he smiled "Amber it is. I am sorry about your family, but you realize you are the next for the throne." He then handed her the ring that was on her fathers hand. "I thought it was lost!" She quickly began renewed kissing of his face. 'Holy s**t' she thought 'this guy is hot!' "I know you're thinking I am a cold fish, but each of us is prepared from an early age, for a day like this, when one or more of the family is killed or murdered. I was in shock because they were going to kill us all, had I not been asleep in the unused room, then I would be dead too." "So how do you want to handle this?" He started. Just then Dickie interrupted, "Captain sir, the last bomb is disarmed, and I was able to download the files from the bot, there are some interesting things I think you ought to see." "Oh?" the princess said looking at the screen, "can you display it here? Authorization alpha omega zeta one" "Yes your lordship," Dickie droned back "Well hell, I thought I had removed all outside code interference." A shocked Jim said as he looked on. "You might have but this is not removable, and only known to a royal few (she whispered in his ear) and a few royal hackers." As she smiled broadly. "It appears the bots were assigned this job by orders from the high council. The signature is unmistakable, though they did a very thorough job of trying to wipe this data from the memory. In most cases, it would have been irretrievable," stated Dickie. "Make sure it has all been recorded twice. I will make the blood suckers pay for this. They thought to take the throne, but they are gravely mistaken. They are about to find out what a real royal b***h is like!" Amber said. Looking at Jim, she motioned him over to her, "Now then," she smiled seductively, "Since I am the last and I WILL NOT have the council tell me who I can f**k, by royal order, I command you to f**k my brains out!" She giggled as she again looked at, then felt the hard straining c**k in his pants. For the first time in his life he DID NOT have trouble following a royal order. As Jim hurriedly removed his clothes, Amber laid back on the bed and spread her legs. Jim crawled between her legs and planted his mouth on her slit, licking up and down her cunt as she gasped and shuddered. Heady with the scent of her, he began to swirl his tongue around her clit as she gasped again and bucked her hips toward his mouth. Cumming and wetting his face as her juices began to flow from her. Grabbing her clit with his lips, he sucked gently at first, feeling her strain harder to get more of his mouth "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! OH MY GOD!! YES!!!!! DON'T STOP OH MY GOD DON'T STOP," she screamed out as she came again and again. After twenty or so minutes, she pushed his face away, "Get up here, bury that hard c**k deep within me." she stated sternly. Moving to obey, he began to slowly push deeper and deeper into her, feeling her tight, tight p***y stretch to accommodate his c**k. Groaning, he held still, giving her time to grow accustomed to his length and girth. Oh hell, it had been too f*****g long! He almost lost control as he wanted to jack hammer his c**k as fast and hard as he could, but held back and began a slow rhythm f*****g in and out. Soon he was pressing his full length into her. He could feel her cervix as she convulsed and bucked, whimpering each time he withdrew, only to gasp out as he pushed back into her. Feeling her c*m again, her spasms getting more intense, he began to feel the old familiar churning deep within his balls. "Ugh, I am going to c*m" He said as he started to withdraw. "Don't you dare take that wonderful c**k out, fill me to bursting, give me all your c*m! Push it as deep as you can" Never one to argue with a woman, he pushed as deep as he could, his balls pumping and spewing, splashing deep within her, spilling over into her womb as she screamed out into her most intense orgasm. As she lay there under him, panting, he looked into her eyes and thought 's**t, I am in for it now' as all he saw there was a love he hadn't seen in a long, long time.