Fantasy Making of a Starship Captain

"Fortunately, you do not need to find out," said Ankara. She clapped her hands, and a woman warrior came forward, and dropped wooden spears by Taylor's and Abduellah's feet.

"You can't be serious!" Jennifer cried.

"Are you afraid, Taylor, like your female?" Ankara asked. "You can withdraw at any time. However, that will mean that Abduellah will get our rocks, and not you."

Taylor picked up his spear at the same time as Abduellah did. "No, I'm not afraid," he said calmly.

"Good," said Ankara. She clapped her hands. "Then let us begin!"

Taylor and Abduellah entered a clearing of sorts that was almost like an arena, a rough circle of rock outcroppings which penned the Subarru inside of it. Taylor and Abduellah eyed each other warily, but then the Subarru roared, and charged, and they were forced to focus on their common enemy. Taylor got out of the way just in time before the Subarru stampeded him under his feet.

"Taylor!" Jennifer cried.

Ankara sauntered over to her casually, wiggling her hips. She wrapped an arm around Jennifer's waist. "You worry for your master, Little One?" she asked.

Little One. Ankara was three inches taller than Jennifer, more solidly built, and more muscular. She had immediately assumed the role of the dominant.

"Yes," said Jennifer grimly.

They watched as Taylor tried to spear the Subarru. He jabbed at the Subarru, but one of its tentacles grabbed his spear, and then snapped it in half.

"Do not worry, little one," said Ankara, reaching up to squeeze one of Jennifer's breasts. "If your master falls in battle, I will take care of you." Jennifer gasped, and not only because of what was happening to Taylor.

Taylor rolled out of the way of the Subarru, who turned on Abduellah. While it was distracted, Taylor body slammed one of the women guards and grabbed her spear. Jennifer cheered.

"Did that please you, Little One?" Ankara asked, playing with one of Jennifer's nipples through her Survey Service day shirt. Jennifer clearly felt Ankara's fingers through her Survey Service bra; her bra, built ruggedly by the Service, nonetheless wasn't built to resist such strong digital stimulation.

"Yes," said Jennifer, through gritted teeth.

Ankara smiled and chuckled softly, as she watched Jennifer's face.

Taylor jabbed at the Subarru, but his spear literally bounced off the creature's tough hide. As he retrieved his spear he dodged flailing tentacles. Exactly how were they supposed to kill this thing with simple spears? He saw Abduellah try to stab the creature in the behind. His spear bounced off too.

There must be a way. Something else. And then, Taylor saw it. When the Subarru turned to attack him again he-

"Live in the moment," said Master Tan.

Suddenly, time slowed down. Everything slowed down. The Subarru charged Taylor, but at a walk. Taylor walked up to meet it... and thrust his spear in the creature's eye. Time speeded up as the creature roared in pain. The crowd of female soldiers yelled-

-and a spear caught Taylor in the side. It grazed him, catching him on the side, but he fell to the ground, totally unprepared.

And then Abduellah, grinning wickedly, picked up the spear and aimed it at Taylor. "Die, Unbeliever!" he yelled, as he prepared to thrust downwards. Only he was hurtled into the air, as the crazed Subarru head butted him. The Subarru was in tremendous pain, but was far from out of action. Abduellah was hurled to the other side of the clearing, and his spear dropped at Taylor's feet.

Taylor painfully got up. He was bleeding, and his shirt was ripped. Everyone stared at his rugged, masculine chest. Some of the women guards "oooohed". Taylor picked up the spear. The Subarru pawed with one foot, staring at him with its good eye. Taylor raised the spear. The Subarru charged.

Ankara squeezed Jennifer's breasts tightly. "Will you become my lover? Will you become my lover forever?" she whispered, as the Subarru tried to run down Taylor and-

Taylor speared it in the other eye. It was a perfect throw.

The crowd was amazed.

The Subarru, totally blind, lay on its back, screaming with pain. Taylor, bleeding from his side, casually walked up to one of the women guards. His rugged chest muscles were sticking out of his ripped shirt. He gave the guard a look, and that was all that was needed. She held out her spear. Taylor took it, and administered the coup de grace in the creature's throat. And then all was silent.

A ragged cheer started. One woman yelled it, then another, then another, and soon most of them were yelling it.

"Sur-vey! Sur-vey! Sur-vey!"

Taylor, looking bloodied but handsome with his bare chest exposed, looked up at Jennifer, and she at him. She felt a surge of relief wash over her body.

"Let me see that wound!" said Jennifer, as soon as they got back to their tent. They didn't have a medkit, but Ankara had given them camel soap and water and clean linen.

"It looks worse than it is," said Taylor.

Jennifer ripped off the remainder of his shirt. Now he was completely topless. Jennifer bit her lips. Even like this, he looked so handsome, with his bulging, hairy chest muscles. She picked up a cloth, dipped it in water, and touched his wound.

"Ahhh," Taylor cried, leaning on her for support.

"You're crazy, so very crazy," said Jennifer, as she cleaned the wound. But her eyes said something quite different.

"Am I?" Taylor asked.

"Yes," she said, looking at him with a mysterious expression on her face.

Taylor could almost imagine he could see the wanting, the lust in her eyes. "When you fell, and I thought you were going to die, I thought I was going to lose you," she said, as she washed his wound.

"And how did that make you feel?" Taylor asked, leaning to the side so his face was directly facing hers.

"I... I..." Her face moved closer to his. Her lips were trembling with need. She looked into his eyes and saw the dominance, saw the manliness. She was never more attracted to him than she was in that moment.

And then she pulled back. "Concerned," she said, as the spell was broken.

"Concerned," said Taylor, with a hurt look.

"Yes," she said, a little embarrassed. Why was she embarrassed? Jennifer didn't understand her own feelings.

"Well, I'm glad you were concerned," said Taylor, but the way he said it sounded almost like an insult.

"You're right," Jennifer sniffled. "It's not as bad as it seems."

"What is?"

"Your wound," said Jennifer, biting her lip. She handed Taylor one of the women's shirts. He looked at it. "It's all they have," Jennifer said.

Taylor put on the cream colored shirt. It was made for a woman with big titties. It hung loosely on his chest.

"We were so impressed by your aggressiveness with the Subarru, Taylor," said Ankara, her eyes gleaming at dinner that night.

"Thank you," said Taylor, as if it were nothing.

"And what of Abduellah?" said Jennifer angrily. "Instead of attacking the Subarru, he attacked Taylor!"

"Ah, yes," said Ankara. "His treachery was as delightful as Taylor's aggression." She smiled at Abduellah, who in turned nodded in acknowledgement.

"You call that admirable?" said Jennifer.

"Taylor, your female understands so little about the real world. What purpose can she possibly serve?" Ankara asked.

"Jennifer... has skills that are not readily apparent," said Taylor, giving Jennifer an exaggerated look of lust.

"I'd love to see a demonstration," said Ankara.

"That may not be possible," said Taylor.

"For an Emiri, any request is possible," she said, fixing Taylor with a steely gaze. But then she relaxed and smiled. "So tell me Taylor, if I let your Survey Service take these rocks, what can you give me? The Ramadhans promise us blaster pistols, and blaster rifles, and trip mines, and Juju sticks."

"Well, that's a hard offer to beat," said Taylor.

"Would you offer me medicines, and textiles, and holographic books about the proper way your World Government wants us to live?" Ankara asked. As she spoke, she saw Abduellah grinning.

"Why no," said Taylor. "We would offer you compression rifles, and blaster rifles, and grenades and blast mortars."

"I thought your precious Survey Service has a policy against providing arms to Ramada," said Ankara.

"Policies are made to be broken," said Taylor. "That was one of the first things I learned as a God."

Ankara gave him a sultry smile. "I begin to like you, Taylor. But tell me, why should we accept your weapons when the Ramadhans are offering us the same?"

"Their weapons are inferior," said Taylor, eating a piece of pita.

"You lie!" said Abduellah.

"You've lost every war you've started with us," said Taylor mildly. "Either your weapons were inferior, or your soldiers. Which was it?"

Ankara smiled as Taylor put Abduellah in his place. It was not just what he said, but how he said it. Taylor insulted Abduellah without raising his voice or getting excited. In fact he even looked amused. It was as if Abduellah was a small, mewling child, of no serious consequence.

"We will beat you in the next one!" said Abduellah, thumping his chest.

"Such enthusiasm, Abduellah," said Ankara, getting up from her seat. "Come, let us talk more, in private." She saw the alarm on Taylor's face as Abduellah started to follow her out of the dinner tent. "Don't worry Captain Taylor. Your time will come as well."

Ten minutes later, Abduellah was pumping vigorously inside of Ankara's body. He was on top, but clearly she was in charge.

Ankara loved being in command. On Ramada, she would have been treated as little more than a vagina, a hole to be filled by her master if and when he decided the time was right, and only his needs would be seen to; hers would be attended to only by accident or good fortune.

But not here. Here she made all the decisions. She had opened her cloak and revealed herself to Abduellah. Then she sat on a stool and spread herself and made him beg for it.

And he did.

Ankara had curled her lip in disgust as Abduellah got down on his hands and knees and begged to be allowed to pleasure her. And then when she gave a curt nod, he gave a happy squeal as he dropped his pantaloons and raced to get inside of her, which only disgusted her further.

Ankara knew that such a thing would never be possible on Ramada. On Ramada, she would be the slave, the supplement, rushing to satisfy her master's needs. On Ramada, Abduellah would have beat her senseless, at a minimum, for even daring to take the position she was now.

But they were not on Ramada.

She had dominated this boisterous follower of Laquinta and turned him into a pussycat. Ankara was partially satisfied, but also partially revolted. Something else was missing. Something else was needed.

"Ah.. ah... ah....." said Ankara. That was the signal for Abduellah to get off of her. He did, with a smile.

"Did I please you, Emiri?" he asked.

"Barely," she said. She saw the hurt look on his face, and the checked rage. Good.

"I can do better," he said, reaching over to mount her again.

"I'm sure," she said, pushing him away. "Tell me, why are you really here?"

"To barter for your rocks, highness," said Abduellah.

Ankara drew a dagger hidden beneath her pillow, and put it to his throat. "Lie to me again and it will be your last. Now, why are you really here?"

"I... we... the Noble Jihadi movement heard about the plague ravaging the infidel's worlds," said Abduellah. "We heard of their need for your rocks."

"And so you are here simply to make sure they don't get their rocks," said Ankara. As he nodded, she slowly withdrew her blade.

"Think of all the unbelievers who will perish," said Abduellah, with an evil grin. "They call this a plague, but I call it a cleansing, a gift from Laquinta, meant to purge the ranks of non-believers from our galaxy. Think of it, Emiri. I know you do not have... exactly the same interpretations of the Great Book of Blood as we do. But you are still a follower of Laquinta. Think how pleased the Great God would be when all these unbelievers perish through horrible deaths."

Abduellah studied her face closely, and was relieved to see the smile that appeared on it. "So you will do it?" he asked. "You will deny the unbelievers their rocks?"

"We shall see, Abduellah," she said, reaching for her robe. "We shall see."

"They look like... giant pugil sticks," said Jennifer, squinting at their weapons in the bright morning sun.

They did look like pugil sticks. They were clearly made of wood, except that the ends were not wrapped cloth. They had something black on it, something dripping black, something that smelled incredibly bad.

"What is that smell?" Jennifer asked, holding her nose.

"It is the excrement of the Subarru. We obtained it by cutting open the beast which your master slew," said Ankara, leering at her.

"Why is it on the ends of these sticks?" Taylor asked.

"The excrement of the Subarru has special properties. Properties you may come to appreciate. Or may not, depending on your skill," said Ankara. "For this is the second Rite of Habban. The test of agility. Behold!"

There were two long wooden poles assembled in the clearing, each at least twelve feet high. A rope hung from each one, with a pulley on top of each pole.

Taylor was given one of the pugil sticks. It was at least six feet long. He looked at the black substance on the end, and reached out with a finger.

"I wouldn't touch that if I were you," Ankara grinned. She raised her voice. "Take him!"

Female guards lead Taylor away, and put a leather harness around him and attached the rope of one of the poles to it. Other guards tied Abduellah similarly to the second pole.

"What madness is this?" Jennifer cried.

Ankara slapped Jennifer in the face. "Do not question the will of Laquinta, Little One!" She turned to her soldiers. "Pull!"

Her soldiers pulled on the ropes, and Taylor and Abduellah started to rise off the ground. When they were about six feet up, Ankara said, "Here are the rules! The first one who touches the ground... loses! May Laquinta smile on the victor. Begin!" She clapped her hands.

Taylor puzzled for a moment. What was he supposed to do? He had a pugil stick, but it wasn't nearly long enough to reach Abduellah, who was suspended on his own pole.

And then Abduellah started rocking back and forth... as he rocked back and forth, he started making repeated arcs. Arcs that brought him closer and closer to Taylor.

Suddenly, he understood. Taylor started rocking back and forth as well.

Before long they were swinging back and forth, just past each other. The first time Abduellah struck out with his pugil stick, Taylor parried, but a bit of the edge of his pugil stick grazed Abduellah's arm.

"Aaaaaahhh!" Abduellah cried.

Taylor was puzzled. He hadn't hit Abduellah that hard. All he saw was a black smudge on the upper arm of his shirt.

And then they passed each other again, and Abduellah struck out, and tagged Taylor on his left thigh with his pugil stick.

Taylor looked down. He felt nothing. There was a black smear on his trousers. A smear that was smoldering... and then he felt it. A fiery pain, like it was burning through his flesh. In seconds, he was crying out along with Abduellah.

Ankara watched from the sidelines, standing next to Jennifer. "Are you excited, Little One?" Ankara asked, wrapping an arm around Jennifer. Without waiting for an answer, she started to rub a nipple. She smiled. "Yes, I can see you are."

Abduellah and Taylor swung back and forth, blocking, and parrying. Each time one hit the other hard, some slack developed on their ropes, and they started to sink down, a few inches at a time. Suddenly Taylor understood what Ankara meant when she said that the first one who touched the ground was the loser.

"Thank you for accepting my dinner invitation!" Abduellah laughed, as he swung at Taylor, and missed.

"That was you, pretending to be Doctor Hardiman?" Taylor asked, as he swung back and forth.

Abduellah laughed. "A good imitation, no? Of course, I got to hear his voice ever so briefly, when he plead for his life. Right before I beheaded the infidel." He swung out, and Taylor barely parried in time.

"I shall delight in your death, infidel," Abduellah spat. "I only hope you linger long enough to see me take your woman." He saw Taylor's eyes go wide, and he laughed. "Yes, I will take her, and then all my men will also use her." He struck out with his pugil stick, and Taylor, just the tiniest bit distracted, didn't parry in time. He felt his left rib cage being coated with something that smelled horribly. And then he felt burning pain in his chest, and he dropped down a foot and a half.

"Score!"Abduellah cried. "Scream as loudly as you can, my friend! To Laquinta it is like the sound of music!" He struck out again, but Taylor parried. It was getting more difficult to block Abduellah since Abduellah was now coasting above him. "And then, after your woman has taken all our seed, I will explode one more time, this time in her mouth. Do you know why, Taylor?" he said, as they traded blows. "Because in our religion, the most honorable way to behead a female slave is with her master's essence in her mouth."

Taylor's eyes went wide again, and he felt rage roaring uncontrollably through him. He swung out with his pugil stick, but Abduellah, ready and waiting for it, knocked the stick from Taylor's hands, and kicked him in the chest. Taylor went spinning down, so low that his feet were practically touching the ground.

"Michael!" Jennifer cried out, as Ankara smiled broadly and squeezed her titties hard.

"The end is coming, Little One," said Ankara joyfully.

Taylor lifted his knees. If he dropped them, his feet would touch the ground. He saw Abduellah, several feet above him, arcing back towards him, raising his pugil stick for the deciding blow.

"You must live within the moment," said Master Tan.

"You have told me that many times, Master, but I still do not know how to do it," said Taylor.

"You have done it several times before," said Master Tan, and suddenly Taylor had a memory of fighting off the Stranglers singlehandedly and rescuing Tara McCallister on PR-52981, and of spearing the Subarru in the eye.

"Yes, but I don't know how to do it!" said Taylor.

"You do not need to know how to do it," said Master Tan. "Do you know how you raise your arm, Michael?"

"I... I simply do it."

"Exactly."

Time slowed down to a crawl. Taylor looked around. He saw Jennifer, staring at him with fear and panic in her face. He saw Ankara, with a broad smile on her face as her hands roughly grasped Jennifer's breasts. He saw the faces of the female guards, and Abduellah's men, all flush with excitement.

And he saw Abduellah, with rage and hatred on his face as he swung his pugil stick low, going in for the kill. As Abduellah moved slowly towards him, Taylor wondered how he was processing this. Did he experience time in the same way Taylor did? Or was it all a blur to him? He would never know.

Abduellah got closer, and closer. So close in fact that Taylor could see the dirt stains on his black boots.

His black boots.

Taylor ducked under the slow moving pugil stick, and then gave Abduellah's left foot a pull.

A mighty pull.

Abduellah blinked, and found himself on the ground. "What has happened?" he said, blinking. Everyone was laughing at him. Including Taylor.

"You!" he cried, raising the pugil stick.

Taylor kicked it away, but in the process one of the sides of it rubbed against Abduellah's face.

"AAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!" Abduellah screamed, jumping up and running off.

"Take off your clothes," said Jennifer.

Taylor's jaw dropped.

"Now, Michael!" said Jennifer firmly.

They were in the bathing tent. There was a large circular wooden tub of water.

Taylor took off his shirt gingerly. The Subarru shit stains had melted his shirt wherever they touched. His skin was inflamed and in pain.

"All of it, Michael," said Jennifer.

Taylor wordlessly took off his pants, and then his underpants.

And then, for the first time in her life, Jennifer Hale saw Michael naked.

He was so... handsome!

She had seen him without a shirt before, of course, many times. She was quite familiar with his very hairy, rugged, masculine chest, and broad shoulders. But she had never before seen his powerful, muscular, hairy thighs, or his tight ass, or....

The thing between his legs looks potent, even in flaccidity. Once she stared at it, Jennifer found herself transfixed, like a rabbit hypnotized by a snake, only this snake wasn't hissing at her. It seemed to be beckoning, calling to her.

Jennifer had seen penises before, of course. Her own husband, also named Michael, had one that she was intimately familiar with. But somehow, to see a long penis, framed by rugged looking dark curly pubic hair, with large balls hanging underneath it... all connected to Michael's body, which in turn was connected to Michael's face, was something else. She shivered, and found herself looking into his eyes, and in that moment, they made a connection.

They were both nude.

"You want it, don't you?" said Michael's Lust, as he wrapped his arms around her.

"I... I don't know," said Jennifer's Lust.

"Let me help you decide," said Michael's Lust kindly, as he squeezed Jennifer Lust's breasts. They were as firm and juicy as he always suspected, as he always dreamed about.

Jennifer's Lust groaned as Michael's Lust kissed a trail around her neck. His hands moved all over her, from her breasts to her back to her arms to her thighs to.... "Oh!" she cried. Michael's Lust was only using one finger on her now, but he was touching the most important spot of all.

"Can't you just imagine me, thrusting inside of you?" Michael's Lust grinned.

"Yeah," said Jennifer's Lust softly.

"Releasing almost two years of sexual tension... wouldn't it feel so good to feel my hardness, to feel that kind of closeness we've both been craving?" Michael's Lust looked into Jennifer's Lust's eyes, and saw submission.

"Yes," said Jennifer's Lust again.

Somehow they were on the ground, even though there was no ground, and Michael's Lust was on top of her. Jennifer's Lust felt his organ, probing for her nether entrance.

"No... no," said Jennifer's Lust.

"Let... me... IN....." said Michael's Lust, just as he almost succeeded in effecting his entry.

"You'd better get in the tub, Michael," said Jennifer, taking a step back.

Taylor blinked. It was as if a spell had been broken.

"The tub. Of water. Two inches to your right," said Jennifer. She watched Taylor's ass cheeks move as he stepped in it. "That's right, Michael. You need to get those shit stains off of you."

Jennifer got some camel soap, and started to rub him where he had been tagged. The Subarru shit smelled horribly, and when she rubbed off flakes of it, it started to irritate her hands. She saw that underneath it Michael's skin was bright red. She washed him without saying another word.

Afterwards, when he had put on new clothes, Michael lay on a blanket, while Jennifer rubbed some lotion into his skin.

"What is that?" said Michael, his voice dreamy.

He must be so exhausted.

"It's a lotion Ankara gave me. She calls it essence of sand lizard. It will reduce your swelling."

"Not all my swelling," said Taylor, looking up at her longingly.

Jennifer blushed. "You were incredibly brave today, Michael." She rubbed the lotion on his skin. Jennifer found it incredibly erotic to rub his strong arms... his biceps... his muscular shoulders... his hairy chest... he was so manly!

As she rubbed him, she said, "Michael, when I saw you fighting against Abduellah, and I thought... I thought you might lose, I... I felt something, Michael. Something I've wanted to deny for a long time. Something I've held back from you... Michael, do you understand what I'm telling you?"

She looked down at him. He said not a word. She peered at an angle, and saw his eyes were closed. He was fast asleep.​