“Oh fuck, that pussy is tight. Keep squeezing, little girl, this hard dick is gonna pump you full of sweet ape cum, so much it’ll spill from your mouth, dirty little bitch, I hope you get pregnant with my bastard child.”

  The room was dark and rattled about with random exposed wires, loose, ammo, and the grunts of an Anthro-Goril grunting with pleasure. It smelt like dirty socks and a deep musk hung to the air, something many Anthro rooms smelled like, at least the dirty ones.

  My ass was getting plowed by a thick goril dick. Apparently, when they were modified, they made sure to increase the size. My ass was going to hurt for a week after this. I did what I always did though. I made sure to moan out loud as Brutus kept spewing his cringe-ass dirty talk, ramming my ass backwards onto his dick until my stomach hurt. Anything to finally make him cum faster to end this miserable moment in time.

  I just wanted it to end. I wanted to go talk to the prisoner. He fascinated me in every way. I needed to know more about that man.

  “Oh, yeah, fill me up! I want your babies!” I finished the sentence off with a high-pitched moan before Brutus grabbed my hair and pulled my tight back onto his dick. He thrust as deep as he could, pulsating his disgusting cum into my ass. His dick twitched a few times, and he finally released me, sagging back onto his bed, sliding his dick out of me slowly.

  I immediately swung my hands back to stop any cum from spilling on his bed. The st time I made a mess, his mess, on his bed, I was beat for a week straight. I didn’t want to repeat this mistake again.

  My mind began to wander into thinking it was my fault for sinning, but the prisoner’s words rang in my ears. God was dead, or never existed to begin with. I needed to love myself, and be myself.

  My brow furrowed as my thoughts cshed inside my head. I didn’t know what to think.

  “Get your gay ass off my bed already. I’m tired.” Brutus let the words creep out of his mouth as he sighed with pleasure. His left eye opened slightly to look at me, “And you best not make a mess.”

  I nodded at him timidly, grabbing my clothes off the floor. I left his dark room, entering the hall, looking at exposed wires and missing panels, holding myself up while trying to ignore the pain in my asshole.

  I pressed the clothes to my body to try and cover up as much as I could. I crept through the ship hoping to avoid any of the other men. After the Captain and Brutus, I couldn’t handle anymore.

  I watched my footing as I approached the mess hall. I could hear words being whispered from my mates. I peeked over the lip of the door. Munis Muns was drinking some beer, more like piss swill, around the table with Maelstro and Rolfo.

  Munis spped his beer down after a long swig, “I say we get as much information out of that fucker as we can. That shit would sell on the market for a fucking mint.” Munis took another swig of his beer. His haggard, old face was flushed with red. I doubt he knew how loud his voice was carrying through the ship. Fucking idiot.

  Rolfo pitched in, “Corps would pay big time for anything on Zion. The pce is a mystery sealed up tighter than a Corpos wallet.”

  “That’s what I’m saying.” Munis misted out spit as he spoke, “We torture the guy if we must. Get the info, and line up some buyers all at the same time. We’ll see the biggest payday any fuckers have seen in the history of paydays!” He smmed his beer down, bsting some of the piss-swill into the air.

  They both looked at Maelstro, who sat quietly rubbing his muzzle, staring into space. He finally broke the silence with a, “Hmm.” He stood and pced his hands on the table, looking both the pirates in the eyes. “And what happens when we sell this… information? Do you think the Gellys will be happy and let us be? Or do you think the first Corpo to make a quick buck selling us out to the Gellys will have them coming down on us harder than a drunk whore?”

  Munis and Rolfo shot a gnce at each other, still sitting in silence. I smirked as I watched them squirm under pressure.

  “I’m already worried about this drop-off.” Maelstro looked around suspiciously, hushing his voice into a whisper. I pulled my head back into the hall. “I don’t think the Captain has thought of what the Gellys will do to us Anthros once we drop off the prisoner. Do you think they’ll pay us? Or just shoot us dead? They’re already going out of their beliefs to hire us. I don’t think they’ll let us out of this alive.”

  “I see I’m not the only one who sneaks about.”

  I jumped, covering my mouth as I was about to yelp. I turned to see Frag standing behind me. I didn’t even notice her sneaking up on me. I was sweating now, naked and sweating in the hall with Ape cum dripping from my asshole.

  Frag winked at me, whispering, “Don’t worry. Us girls need to rely on our own skills to get through all this brain-dead testosterone. We don’t get far without being harder, meaner, and deadlier than these men.” She jerked her head to the side, “Get going now.” She strode off into the mess hall, leaving me to wipe Brutus filth off of me and get dressed in my baggy clothes again.

  The Captain had confiscated my treasures from the cruise ship, leaving me with my old clothes and more heartache, that is until he wanted me for himself, then he would throw the dress at me with glee. I grabbed a wet cloth and an ice pack, things I used many a times when I believed in being punished by God without a doubt, but now, something new was stirring in my mind. Something, confident.

  I snuck my way to the small storage bay, creeping along in bare feet to not ping the metal floors. After st time, they had a guard posted at the doors. I gnced around the corner to see Teksan posted up as the guard. I smiled. Lucky for me, it was Teksan. The dope was snoring in his chair, slumped over on the wall with his feet propped up on a missing panel.

  I slowly walked my way closer to the doors. My mind was racing with all sorts of emotions I hadn’t felt in a long time. Joy, excitement, even social anxiety of what to say to the prisoner. I couldn’t help but smile as I slowly lowered myself to the floor and squirmed my way under Teksan’s legs.

  He snorted and shuffled about. I froze, looking up at his face. He yawned and looked down the hall before closing his eyes again. The guy was a solid gun for hire, but anything else was beyond his scope of skills. Fucking idiot.

  I was at the door now, slowly sliding it open. I didn’t care if I got caught at this point, as long as I got a few minutes with the prisoner. I had to know his name, I had to know why he left the Gellical Collective. Even if I was punished for it, by God or the crew, I didn’t care anymore. I needed to hear his encouraging words, his kind hearted sounds that made me feel the way I did.

  I stepped into the dark room, sliding the door shut behind me. I turned the light on, letting out a short gasp as I looked at the prisoner.

  His head jerked a bit towards the door, “You come to do some more? How about you take these chains off and fight like a man? Bitches!”

  “Shhh.” I slowly approached him, examining his face. It looked a lot like mine when I didn’t get my chores finished on time, or when the crew were just having a bad day.

  His eyes were swollen shut, the skin was bck and blue around his face. He looked like a meatball. The skin on his arms around his cuffs was red and bruised. His shirt colr was caked in blood. His lips cracked open and bled as he smiled when he heard my shush. He definitely had seen better days.

  “It’s just me.” I shook up the ice pack and held it to his right eye, “I came to help.”

  “Just help? I was hoping we could talk. You’re the only one on this ship who can carry on a decent conversation.” His body rexed as the ice cooled his face, “Oh, that feels good.”

  I started wiping off his face and neck with the wet rag, “Of course I came to talk. Your words made me feel something…something. I don’t know where to start.” I wasn’t sure what to say. This was all new to me. I stared wiping his forehead, hesitating when my hand came close to his temple scars.

  He chuckled a bit at me, “How about I start it out. What’s your name?”

  “Nichos Murphy, that’s the name my parents gave me, but I’ve always hated it.” My mind was churning with adrenaline now, and just at a conversation. What was going on here. I started to just blurt out now, “I’ve always hated my parents too. I might have been too young to know it before, but when I think about them now, I don’t miss them, it’s all just guilt and hatred that they gave me away. I hate everything about my life. This ship, the crew that rapes me, beats me, and uses me in anyway they see fit. I hate it all.”

  “Then change it all.”

  His words hit me hard. Could I just change it all? Was that an option? I thought for so long that this was just my fate, my purgatory. Could I change it?

  He turned his head towards me, “You can change everything. It’s never too te. Just look at me. A Saint Admiral for the Gellical Collective, now I’m a free man, well, freeish.” He shook his hands and chuckled.

  I froze, not even blinking. He said Saint Admiral for the Gellical Collective. A Saint Admiral…

  I swallowed the Lump in my throat, “What’s your name?”

  He smirked, “Maybe you’ve heard of me? For better or worse, my name’s …”

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