Pussy Pirates
Chapter 14
Month 96—December on Anouilh
WE’D ALWAYS KNOWN invasion of the island was a possibility. I had hoped it would be Sa’arm. Sending the girls out to repel human invaders was not an optimum use of their warrior personas. I figured it had originated with reports of the resort coming out of Cuba—still the only place we received guests from. We’d had requests from other areas, some even showing up on Papillon and asking to stay at the resort. All were directed to the resort on the larger island. Reservations came only through our Cuban agent.
But word of an island full of beautiful women had gotten out. It was inevitable that the Earth First scum would try to take them. They were a disease.
Dakota and Miss Molly had handled the situation calmly and professionally. After marching the one captured EF commando to the resort and locking him up under Ubie’s watchful eye, we called all the squads off the beach and sent out a fourth squad to do cleanup. It made sense. The girls had just killed people or witnessed it. They shouldn’t have to deal with the mess. It wasn’t like they were really soldiers.
“How can I help you, Boss?” Major Thom asked. I called him after the attack and he transported in at once. “Your transporter always gives me a strange feeling. It’s like changing trains in the London Underground. I’m afraid I can’t spend much time. We’ve got a heavy pickup schedule this week.”
“We were attacked by Earth First early this morning. Best I can tell, eighteen dead, one escaped, and one captured. We thought you might like the captured one.”
“Why make the offer to me? Don’t you want to hunt them down yourselves?”
“Not really. We aren’t an offensive force. The girls are already upset that they killed eighteen men.”
“It’s not a pleasant situation,” Thom agreed. He got the faraway look in his eye indicating he was passing the word up by way of the AI. “Can I bring a couple men in to cart the bastard away?”
“Please do,” Ubie’s voice announced over their shoulders. Inside two minutes, two Marines stepped off the transporter. They staggered for a moment before regaining their balance and looked back at the nexus. I took them to the room where Ubie had locked the prisoner. When he saw the Marines, the prisoner went berserk but was quickly restrained.
“No! Don’t let them take me! Kill me. I’ll tell you anything you want. The group is located on Tortola. There are nearly 150 men and twice that number of slave sluts. It’s all I know. Please! Please! Just kill me here. They eat people up there. Don’t give me to them.”
The pleas were for naught. The Marines dragged the prisoner to the transporter and he was gone. I shivered. I understand the principle of recycling. A dead prisoner is just protein and fats. The replicators would render the body into component elements and rebuild it into any food they wanted. It still gave me the willies to think they would eat the man. I understood the fear. Maybe they’d just space him after they got all the info they could from him.
“Teddy.” Thom placed a hand on my shoulder. I brought myself back to the present and looked at the Major. “Are you sure you want to go through with this scheme of yours? I know you’re building a ship. We have an observer outside the asteroid belt. Non-interference. Just watching. We could speed the process in one of our shipyards and send you all to a planet where you can make the rules you want. It seems like such a waste for you to do it all here. I can have a guaranteed extraction for everyone here in ten minutes.”
“Major, our resolve is firm. We just proved our resolve in defending our island,” I said. “We will have a ship in orbit and we will fight off any invader that comes for Earth. We aren’t leaving. Just let me know if you aren’t going to resolve the issue on Tortola. I think you can take care of that more neatly than we could.”
Thom nodded. “We have a department that doesn’t exist. [See Woolly Wilds and Woolly Wilds 2 by starfiend.] Wherever they go, Earth First seems to disappear.” Thom looked out across the pool to the beach where girls were still stacking the bodies. “Your prisoner was right, you know. If he goes into a recycler instead of being spaced, he’ll be on the menu tonight as lasagna. Or whatever. Your replicator works best with elements that are complementary to the purpose. It’s why you feed it from the asteroid belt to build your ship and from the grass clippings and animal byproducts for meals here. You have to get rid of those bodies. You should recycle them.”
I winced, knowing it was true and knowing it had to be done. Thom shook my hand and headed to the transport nexus. “You know, I think your nexus is out of phase with Confederacy transporters. It always makes me queasy when I come through. We could send you one of our pads just for use when you want to visit. Keep in touch, Boss.” Ubie activated the nexus and then shut it down.
“Ubie, can you arrange a transporter pad at our recycler without letting anyone else know about it? I’ll take this one down to the beach and toss the bodies onto it. You’ll take care of the rest, right?”
“Yes, Boss,” Ubie responded. “Don’t worry. No one will know.”
Using my tablet, I studied the diagram outlining a module on repelling Earth First fanatics. I couldn’t imagine that Earth First would evaporate just because aliens actually landed. If we released this module, there might be some backlash. I knew there were Earth Firsters who played the game. This module would help the trash take itself out. They were portrayed as hurting Earth’s ability to hunt and kill the dickheads. Thom sent me a message confirming the game was the motivator behind the invasion. Some EF guys had played the game and thought it was a good idea to capture the Pussy Pirates for themselves.
“Excuse me, Boss.” I looked up into the eyes of KC Cutie, my dream girl.
“Hey, Cutie. Have a seat. How can I help you?” I’d move heaven and earth for this girl. If only she knew.
“I’m feeling a little… I suppose you don’t care about feelings, do you? I just… I thought…”
“You were on the beach this morning, weren’t you?” I asked. She nodded.
“I killed a man. Maybe a couple.” She had tears leaking down her cheeks and I automatically reached up to wipe them away with a napkin from the table. She leaned her face into my hand. “I had a light saber. I sliced one of their boats in half and at least one man at the same time. Boss, I never planned to kill people when I came here!”
“Hey, I know, I know. You aren’t the only one who defended her home and her friends and her family. You were out there on the beach, but every person on Anouilh swung that light saber with you. You did what needed to be done on behalf of all of us.” KC was sobbing and for some reason I opened my arms. She rushed to sit on my lap and bury her face in my meaty shoulder. I was still a bulky guy but little of what was left of my bulk was fat. I was solid. She squeezed tightly.
“Do you… want me to leave? Because I’m a murderer now?”
“I never want you to leave, Cutie. Never. I want you near me always.” My confession was from the heart and I didn’t realize I’d said it aloud until KC pulled back and looked into my eyes. That’s when my body woke up to the realization that the naked girl of my dreams was sitting on my lap. It wasn’t unusual for the girls to run around naked near the pool. It was very unusual for one to sit on my lap. In fact, this was a first.
“Is that true, Boss? Or is it something you feel about all the girls here?”
“It’s true. And, yes, I do feel very… protective of all the girls. But I have… I mean… It means more when I say it to you. I never want to be without you.”
“You’ve never said anything. Most of the girls figured you were gay, or maybe in an exclusive relationship with Tatts. You’re always with her,” she giggled. How can a girl giggle with tears running down her face? Or think my constant erection is for the guys? WTF?
“I… um… No. I’m not gay. I just… I didn’t want anyone but you.”
“Why didn’t you say so?”
“When we picked you up at Dakota’s studio back a year plus ago, you looked straight at me when you said, ‘You’ve got to be kidding if you think I’d sleep with him.’ I didn’t think you’d appreciate being approached by the fat nerd.”
“Oh, God! I’m so sorry. I was so full of myself. I wasn’t doing scenes with any boys. And I still don’t. I just… You’ve shown us that you care. You’re our hero, just for providing this place. And I… Boss, will you make love to me?”
“Um… uh… KC, I want to but… I can’t believe I’m saying this. Please don’t laugh. I’ve never… done it before.” I could almost feel my ears catching fire.
“You… I mean… Would you… let me be your first?” KC breathed. She didn’t give me a chance to respond. She just pressed her lips against mine and inhaled me.
The loving was tender and slow at first. We didn’t wear many clothes at the resort, so getting rid of them wasn’t much of a tease. KC was already naked and I wore only a T-shirt and shorts. As soon as we got to her room, she led me to the bed and kissed me again.
“First times are often pretty brief,” she whispered. “Don’t worry about shooting off too soon. I plan to keep you going for a long time.”
“KC, I’ve dreamed of doing this ever since I first met you. You were one of our first Pussy Pirates back when Dakota and I started filming.”
“I remember. It felt so strange to have a man in the studio. Dakota never had men on her crews. It was rare for her to film boy-girl scenes. I was afraid she was going to ask me to do one with you. But you just stood in the background and watched the scene. I couldn’t figure out why Dakota kept checking with you.”
“And the costumes just kept falling off,” I laughed as I stroked her side and captured one of her breasts in my hand. She pushed me onto my back and straddled me while she kept playing with my dick. Finally, she lined it up and dropped slowly down its length with a sigh. I squeezed my eyes shut as she began to move.
“You’re no longer a virgin, Boss. I hope you like this as much as I do.”
“Oh, yeah! It’s so much better than I imagined. Thank You, KC. Thank you.” With one good thrust, I started blasting inside KC. The force and impact startled her but she kept moving, determined to prolong my erection beyond my first come. No problem. The fluids made her slipperier but she tightened up inside and kept a firm grip on my cock.
“That one was for you, baby. The next one is for me. Roll me over and pound me,” she instructed. Lifting her weight and rolling with her would have been beyond my ability a year ago. Once I received the influx of nanites that slowly changed my body structure, I had a lot more muscle and less fat, even though I looked the same basic shape. “Yesss,” KC hissed. You’re like a rock. Give it to me.”
I did my best and KC reached her peak a couple of minutes before I reached my second. I rolled off of her when I got tired of holding my weight up off her. I wanted to say something but had no idea what. My brain was mushy and I wanted to tell her I loved her but it was way too early for that kind of declaration.
“What’s your name?” I finally asked.
“KC.”
“I mean your real name. You know my name’s Teddy, right?”
“Yes, Teddy. I hope to be whispering it over and over when we make love. But that’s my real name. Except it’s spelled C-A-S-E-Y.”
“That’s cool. Can’t do anything clever with my name. Papa Bear is the best I’ve ever come up with,” I sighed.
“Papa Bear? You’re Papa Bear?” she shouted. “My number one patron?” I flushed. I hadn’t intended to let that news out.
“I… Please don’t be mad. I’ve always liked you a lot.”
“We’ve had such great conversations. And to think we could have been having them in bed all this time! I can’t believe it’s you!”
With that, Casey dove down to my cock and in a few minutes had it standing strong so she could mount it again.
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