CHAPTER FIVE: At Long Last, Violated
At last, though, her reverie was interrupted by a chuckle from the left-hand pilot’s seat above her. “Well, ’s at better?”
“P-pardon?” gulped Cynthia.
“The takeoff,” explained Del, blinking mildly down at her bound nudity. “One gee’s better than six, huh?”
“Y-yes,” she replied. “Thank you,” she added automatically.
“Wouldn’t want to pound that nice cushy ass too bad, after all,” he conceded with a roguish grin. “Until it’s time, that is…” he added mischievously.
Cynthia could only blink back up at the older man, embarrassed at his calmly insinuating tone and yet not quite daring to let herself believe that he could have meant what her guiltily racing mind imagined he did…
“Which reminds me…” As if with profound thought, the captain rubbed his bri
