BATTLE IN SPACE -
PART 1
By JB57
Monstrous steel and chrome towers, pockmarked by flashing
lights, loomed into the dirty sky. At their feet, in
battered contrast to the gleaming towers, was the mud and
dirt of the space city’s underworld, its bars and clubs and
houses of ill repute huddled together against the rain. This
was the city of Azrapoor, located on a neglected world in
one of the busiest parts of the galaxy. Azrapoor attracted
people wishing to engage in questionable and profitable
business. Lorena, captain of the starship “The Pequod”, had
been summoned to this world to meet her newest potential
customer.
Lorena moved easily through the crowded spaceport. On all
sides, she was surrounded by the noise and smells of dozens
of worlds as alien beings from all over the galaxy talked
and argued and traded, jostling each other as they hurried
off to their various meetings, criminal activities and
illicit liaisons. Lorena loved the world of the spaceports,
the claustrophobic crowds and constant activity. It made her
return to the quiet and order of her own ship that much more
of a treat.
Lorena was a stunningly beautiful giant of a woman. Almost
two meters tall, her body gave off an aura of power and
confidence that few other humans could match. Her golden
hair hung halfway down her back, and her startlingly green
eyes shone from out of a beautiful, perfectly symmetrical
face. Her body was spectacular. Huge, perfect breasts
swelled out of her chest; long, muscled legs tapered away
from full, voluptuous hips. There was no doubt that,
somewhere in her past, one or more of Lorena’s ancestors had
been genetically engineered towards someone’s idea of
physical perfection. Those genes were now fully expressed in
the blonde goddess. Her extraordinary beauty was matched by
her fantastic physical strength and innate intelligence. She
was a remarkably powerful and intimidating woman.
Lorena’s air of confidence and control made it possible for
her to walk through the anarchic spaceport without the fear
of being accosted. At present, she was dressed in a
full-length, waterproof traveling cloak which covered her
from head to toe. The sleek garment hinted at her voluptuous
curves, hugging the bulge of her breasts and the curve of
her hips, and occasionally flashing open to offer a
tantalizing view of Lorena’s beautiful body, which was on
full display under the cloak. Lorena wore some revealing
traveling clothes. Her breasts were barely contained by a
skimpy halter, which dipped into a deep “v” at her neck,
revealing most of her thrusting tits and almost half the
areola of her hard brown nipples. Her midriff was bare, her
powerful abdominal muscles rippling as she moved. A shining
pearl navel ring adorned her belly. Her leggings were skin
tight, and hugged her low on her hips, the waistband barely
bordering her hairless pussy. Her boots were thick but
functional. At her right hip, she wore a holstered laser
gun; on her left, Lorena had secured a light-sword. Other,
more primitive weapons were secreted around her person and
in her cloak. Lorena flaunted her beauty and sexuality, but
she projected the air of a woman who was dangerous enough to
protect herself.
She entered a seedy bar at the farthest end of the
spaceport’s main mall, then quickly took a seat as far back
in the corner as she could, from where she could watch the
door with the wall to her back. It was early afternoon, and
the bar was largely empty. Strippers and prostitutes of all
species, races and genders worked the few patrons who were
present. A few of the human sex workers checked her out as
she removed her cloak and sat down at her table. To some, it
wasn’t clear if Lorena was a sex worker herself. A quick
glance at her gun and other weapons, however, quickly
answered the question. A young man, smiling seductively,
began to walk towards her table; she warned him off with a
sharp shake of her head. A voluptuous woman, observing this
exchange, began to approach Lorena. The blonde beauty was
more appreciative of the woman’s flowing curves and
cascading hair. However, she still gave the approaching
prostitute a sharp look, indicating her lack of interest in
a sexual encounter. Lorena was in the bar on business, and
she did not want any distractions.
Lorena ordered a drink, stretched her long legs out onto the
chair opposite her own, and waited for her appointment to
show up. In the meantime, the floorshow began. A number of
aliens began to perform various erotic dances and rituals. A
beautiful human woman, with a body that rivaled Lorena’s,
took the stage and was introduced as the “Queen of the
Club.” Lorena watched the woman with considerable interest;
she rarely encountered women as well-endowed as she was and
she was curious about this one. She watched the stripper
with increasing interest and was amused to find a heat
developing between her legs. Lorena was bisexual, but she
preferred women, and this woman was quite appealing. She
began to consider the possibility of approaching the “Queen”
after she concluded her business.
“May I join you?” said a voice to her side. The voice was
smooth and deep, but also very feminine and seductive.
Lorena started; she cursed herself. For all of her
precautions, she had allowed herself to become distracted
and had been startled by the appearance of this stranger.
Somehow, this woman had managed to walk almost right up to
Lorena’s table without her registering the approach. Lorena
was deeply angry with herself; that kind of carelessness
could get her killed. However, she was also immediately
intrigued. Standing beside her table was a tall woman,
perhaps as tall as she was, dressed in a traveling cloak of
similar design to Lorena’s own. The woman was still wearing
her hood, so Lorena could not see her face. But the cloak
bulged and clung in all the right places, suggesting it was
concealing a remarkably voluptuous body. Lorena felt the
dull heat in her body begin to grow, building into a sense
of sexual excitement and anticipation.
“Are you Valustriana Seena?” she asked.
“Yes,” the mysterious woman replied.
“Then take a seat, and tell me what it is that you want to
hire me to do,” Lorena said, brusquely, as she swung her
legs off of the opposite chair and sat up to face her
prospective new employer.
The woman pulled the hood back from her face, revealing a
stunningly beautiful visage. Her hair was deep and dark,
either black or a dark brown. Lorena was instantly caught by
the dark-haired beauty’s eyes. They were green eyes but,
unlike her own, they were olive in color and strikingly
bright and clear. The women locked eyes, and the electricity
that passed between them caused Lorena to start. Her heart
quickened, her loins tightened with sudden arousal. Her
half-exposed nipples suddenly swelled. The other woman
looked coolly amused. She observed the effect she had on
Lorena and seemed to be enjoying it. Lorena cursed herself
for her lack of control, and took an immediate dislike to
this sexually manipulative bitch. At the same time, she
could not deny the heat in her tits and her hardening
nipples. Her feelings of lust became even more intense when
the dark-haired woman slipped off her traveling cloak to
reveal a magnificent body, one that matched Lorena’s in
sheer beauty and power.
The woman, Valustriana, shook out her long, dark mane and
let her hair fall down her back. She sported a set of
massive tits that strained against the skin tight fabric
that contained them. Her breasts were half covered by a
halter, but also completely revealed by the glistening, dark
blue material. The halter looked like it had been painted on
to her thrusting tits; it encased her breasts, all the way
to under her areola, but then ended abruptly, leaving the
underside of her voluminous breasts bare. Her arms were
covered by sleeves that attached to her top; her neck was
covered by a high collar. Her back was completely naked. Her
muscular midriff was also completely bare, with the
exception of her navel, which was decorated with a
glistening golden ring. Her leggings were skin tight and,
like Lorena’s, the waist dipped so far down that another few
centimeters would have revealed her shaved pussy. The woman
wore fashionable boots, but these were low-heeled and quite
practical. The overall effect of her outfit was to call
attention to every inch of dark bare skin, even as
Valustriana’s other charms were emphasized by the enticing
bulges covered by her outfit. If Lorena was the embodiment
of a Nordic goddess, Valustriana reflected the beauty of the
Greek pantheon.
Valustriana folded herself, like a cat, into the chair
opposite Lorena, still wearing a half-smile of amusement on
her beautiful face. Lorena leaned forward to face this
mysterious woman. The sexual tension between the two
beauties was thick and hot and growing by the moment. Lorena
watched Valustriana’s nipples harden and grow in her skin
tight halter and could see that, despite the other woman’s
apparent nonchalance, she was being affected by Lorena’s
sexual appeal as well.
Lorena tried to bring her feelings under control. It had
been a long time since she had felt so aroused, since an
encounter with another person – man or woman – had made her
so instantaneously horny. She could not help but daydream
about how it would feel to have this woman’s body crushed
and writhing under her own. From what she could see, this
dark-haired Amazon was her equal in all respects, and Lorena
thrilled to the idea of matching her body to that of a woman
every bit as powerful as herself. That could be a real
challenge, she thought, even as she crossed her legs,
feeling the heat and wetness in her crotch.
Valustriana leaned forward so that she and Lorena were
almost too close together. The women stared intently into
the other’s eyes; their mammoth breasts came dangerously
close to touching across the length of the small table,
their hard nipples jutting out, reaching for each other.
Valustriana licked her lips, and then smiled again.
“I’m glad that you could make it to our meeting, Captain,”
she murmured in her deep, melodious voice. “I’ve been told
that you are reliable and discreet. I need someone like you
to help me on a mission that I need to perform as soon as
possible; in fact, we will need to leave almost
immediately.”
Lorena stared intently into the other woman’s eyes, inhaled
Valustriana’s sweet scent, and realized how thoroughly
aroused she actually was. She felt an uncomfortable wetness
between her legs, and wished that she had been wearing
underwear to hold the moisture in. Still, she needed to
focus on business.
“I have my ship here,” she replied, “but I won’t hire it and
my crew out until I know where you plan to go and what your
mission entails. My crew and I are willing to take on risks,
but we need monetary compensation.”
“Oh, you and your crew will be very, very well paid,
Captain,” Valustriana replied. “But the nature of my
mission, and where we are going, need to be my secrets. I
can give you various coordinates as we go along, but that’s
it.”
Lorena glared at the other woman in disbelief for a moment,
and then barked a laugh. “Well, then, I guess we won’t be
doing business after all.” Lorena paused. She hated walking
away from Valustriana now. To this point, she had been
certain that she and the dark-haired beauty could quickly
conclude their business then find someplace to indulge their
obvious attraction to each other. Now, however, her lust
might have to remain unsatisfied; there was no way she was
going to accept any job without knowing the risks involved
and where she was expected to go.
Valustriana smiled, calmly. “No, Captain, I don’t think you
understand. My organization has immediate needs, and you and
your ship are the best suited in this sector to meet those
needs. We need you; you will comply with my request.”
Lorena’s eyes narrowed and her chest heaved in anger. “Just
who do you think you are, you bitch? What makes you think
you can give me orders?”
Valustriana reached into her cloak, an act that caused
Lorena to quickly place her hand on the grip of her gun. But
the dark-haired goddess pulled out a wallet that contained
nothing but a blank identity card. As Lorena watched,
however, the card suddenly displayed the image of a badge,
then Valustriana’s picture (wherein she looked as
spectacularly beautiful as in person) and identification
information.
“I work for the Trans-Galactic Order, Captain – TGO. I think
that you know what that means.”
Lorena did, indeed, understand the situation. TGO was a
shadowy organization that was officially sanctioned but
never accountable to the public. It handled high level
military and political matters. TGO was too powerful to be
defied. While no one knew who ran the organization or who
worked for it, it was clearly a powerful force with an
enormous ability to get what it wanted.
Lorena smiled grimly. “What if I say “no”?” she asked, rage
building.
Valustriana stared calmly into Lorena’s enraged eyes. The
TGO agent did not gloat or do anything to aggravate the
situation further. She understood and sympathized with the
Captain’s impotent rage.
“I don’t think it’s productive to discuss that, Captain.
Let’s just say that we both know how much you need to depend
on getting the right licenses and contracts to keep your
business going. We can complicate that process, or we can
make it much easier.”
“If I do this, will I have to work for you in the future?”
Lorena asked quietly.
Valustriana shrugged, drawing Lorena’s immediate attention
to the other woman’s magnificent rack. “I can’t say for
certain. If we do need you again, we will ask. But that
would be true of anyone.”
The women continued staring at each other for a few more
moments, Lorena seething with helpless anger, Valustriana
calmly waiting for the blonde warrior to accept the weakness
of her position. Finally, Lorena spoke again.
“How much will you pay?” she asked grimly.
Valustriana let a slight smile of triumph touch her lips
before replying. “25,000 credits for you, 15,000 for each of
your crew when the trip starts. The same amount when we get
back safely. Maybe a bonus, if the situations we encounter
prove -exceptional.”
This was ten times the usual amount, but this did not
comfort Lorena. If anything, the exceptional fee that TGO
was willing to pay made her more nervous. It indicated how
dangerous the mission might be.
After considering for a moment, she spoke again. “I will not
agree to do this until I have had a chance to consult with
my crew. I will not go against their wishes. If they do not
want to risk their lives for the money that you offer, then
I will not force them to. I don’t care what you think that
TGO can do to me, that’s my answer.”
Valustriana’s gaze turned cold. “Do what you think you need
to do, Captain,” she replied. “But I will come by your
mooring at 1700 hours; that’s just 3 hours from now. If you
are not prepared to let me board, I will find alternative
transportation and TGO will destroy your career and those of
your crew.”
The women now regarded each other with open hostility. Their
anger fed the sexual tension building between them. Their
mutual attraction, which had momentarily cooled, now came
back full force. Both women were struck by a burning desire
to tear into each other, to settle their conflict through
intense sexual combat. Lorena looked at this dark-haired
bitch and longed to strip the whore naked, pull her legs
open, and lock up with the slut. She dreamed of what it
would be like to feel the sex of this arrogant beauty
crushed to her own, surrendering to her stronger cunt.
Valustriana might be powerful with a badge and the power of
TGO behind her, but Lorena was sure that she could humble
the bitch sex to sex, tit to tit, and body to body. The
raging beast of her own sexuality began to tear at its
leash, desperate to devour Valustriana’s womanhood.
For her part, Valustriana basked in the feelings of anger
and lust pulsing through her loins, feeding the hardness in
her tits. She had been looking forward to this meeting with
Lorena ever since she had started reading the Captain’s
file, and she was not disappointed. Lorena was every bit as
fiery and beautiful as Valustriana had dared hope. The TGO
agent was a consummate professional, but she still had her
urges and appetites, and she had been hoping that Lorena
would challenge her sexually. She imagined what it would be
like to be locked skin to skin with the magnificent blonde
goddess before her, to feel her hard, taut tits crushing the
blonde’s beautiful rack, to feel her clit fencing with
Lorena’s hard sex. The thought thrilled her, sending a flash
of pure lust burning through her belly.
The two beauties glared at each other for a few more
minutes. The women realized that they would meet in sexual
combat. They both wanted it, lusted after it. It was
inevitable. For now, however, they both had to back down.
With a final glare of lust and anger, Valustriana finally
rose from her seat.
“1700 hours Captain. I won’t be late. Be ready to receive me
when I arrive.”
“Fuck you, bitch.” Lorena replied.
Valustriana smiled frostily. “We’ll see, Captain.” With
that, she turned, gathered up her cloak, and walked away,
her beautiful hips swaying seductively, her naked back
rippling with the movement of her voluptuous body. Lorena
watched her leave, feeling the heat and tension in her
loins. She hated to be coerced. On the other hand, she loved
adventure and the TGO agent was now offering her many
different kinds of adventure. How could she resist?
She rose from her seat, left a coin for her drink, then
slipped her cloak over her arm and headed for the door of
the club. She stepped into the street and pulled on her
covering. It had started to rain outdoors, making the street
muddy and adding another layer of dark grey to the sullen
sky. Lorena pulled up her hood and began walking rapidly
back to where her ship was stationed. She was struck by a
sudden desire to leave this place, to return to the stars
and move on. But she could not. TGO and Valustriana had
their claws in her now, and there was no way to avoid
dealing with that reality, one way or the other.
To be continued