Leaping Towards Damnation

Leaping towards damnation

 

The brawl was going well. It was, after all, a well done ambush: get a tip, go to a space station with your armed trader ship, moan about engine damage, wait for some traitor to contact the pirates, get the traitor, ambush the pirates as they board. Stun flares had gone off at the nick of time, flash grenades fell in the midst of the enemy and, during the ensuing confusion, the bounty hunters charged with all the fury available to people with non lethal weapons. The ambush was going well.

 

Captain Giron was in the thick of it, just the way he loved it. Bodies were entangled all around him, fists rose and fell, crackle of shock gloves filled the air. And Giron was doing his best, punching pirates left and right. He blocked a ripper-knife slash with the left hand and then buried his right deep in some poor sod's gut, discharging shock straight into stomach. The pirate fell to his knees, doubled over and vomited over himself before curling up in a fetal position. Giron didn't have time for him, though: his hand held another man's fist in a vice like grip. With a malicious grin, he discharged the glove, shorting out the pirate's ripper, resulting in a nasty explosion. The scream of pain was cut short when Giron smashed his right into the criminal's face, the shock leaving him standing in one place, twitching and foaming in the mouth. Giron impatiently showed him aside.

 

The good bounty hunter captain rarely ever felt so alive as in a brawl. Shooting was too tense in close quarters and very impersonal at long ranges. This counted doubly so for ship to ship combat. One the other hand, once hand, once you ambushed someone real well and real close or boarded a ship... then it was time for shock gloves and electro mauls. It didn't really matter that he wasn't killing people – Communality worlds issued 'alive' warrants that paid a lot better than 'dead' warrant in less scrupulous place – as long as Giron was punching and kicking, and thus proving both his power and skill over others, he was happy. He was almost laughing, the drug of combat was so heady.

 

And then Giron saw her.

 

Oh, she was beautiful. Violet eyes, small, a little up-turned nose, a smooth little chin, high cheek bones, hair on the side of the head buzz cut in pirate fashion... Kayla Hakan was definitely one of the prettiest bounties he had ever captured – and one of the better compensated. She was fluid in her motion and relatively calm in battle. Giron thanked his luck that it was she and not some no name raider outfit fell into the trap. Burying his elbow in face of another pirate, he pushed his way towards her through the melee.

 

Giron reached Kayla just in time to see her cut down one of his bounty hunters. Lamentable as it was, this cleared the way for him to enter the fray. He flashed another malicious smile and charged her, shock gauntlets crackling. Ripper blade met armored steel and sparks flew. They traded blow after blow, gaining and losing ground in turns. This was a very skilled fight and Giron was loving it – after all, showing one's strength against one skilled warrior was a exhilarating as punching his way through group of his underlings. As blow followed blow, their faces were masks of concentration, contorting only in response to particularly bad misses.

 

The fight might been long but it ended quite suddenly. Kayla swung the blade in an ark and Giron blocked with his right gauntlet. The whirring blades of the ripper cut through the already damaged metal and shut off the device. Reacting to the threat, Giron grabbed the blade with his left, trying to crush it and discharging shock. The left gauntlet died, too, but the blade was out of action and Kayla was a little staggered. Not giving her a chance to collect her wits, the bounty hunter grabbed the side of the pirates head and slammed her against the bulkhead and, as she bent down, kneed her in the face, breaking the nose and spurting blood. As she fell to the ground, Giron took out manacles and secured her arms, just in case. He was about to return to the fray, but the last pirate fell hit by three maces at the same time. Containment teams rushed in to check on the wounded and the prisoners while combat engineers in heavy armored charged into the raider ship to check for possible stragglers.

 

 

„I don't want to break her. It's just... I want to complete my victory, to dominate her, to sate my thirst... It's had to describe, you know, the feeling when your bones ache with the need to do it. And it's driving me insane, because I can't, Kate“

„I know that the right thing would be to be disgusted, to abhor you. No woman could wish that upon another woman. But now, I don't want the right thing. She killed Jaden and I want her to suffer, suffer more and before we hand her it“.

„But that feeling won't last, Kate. You will go past beyond grief and you'll condemn me. Me, I'm liable to go crazy. I see her when I close my eyes, it burns in my veins...“

„I know I'll probably hate you afterward. But now is now and she's here while Jaden is in the freezer“

„Yeah, but I can't justify myself, no matter how bad she is or how long her list of crimes. It's still a horrible thing to do... but I can barely contain myself. I'm almost flagellating myself. Also, if I did this, we couldn't bring her to the Communality They'd know what I did, they wouldn't let it slide. And even then, I'd lose you, and the outfit would be so much worse for that“

„So we bring her somewhere else, Giron“

„Yes, but none of those pay as much – except for the Rings, but taking her there would be like broadcasting that I want to hide something very dirty. Still... I could probably forfeit my part, so the others wouldn't notice the pay difference“.

„I'd say let's do it and throw her at the Rings, but yes, we need to think of the outfit. What will we do?“

„We could take to Dominates Fury. They don't give a shit and... I'd leave you the outfit“

„What?“

„Think about it – after this, we couldn't both stay. Taking the team apart would probably hurt them, a lot. And forcing you to leave is wrong, since it's not your fault. Plus, I doubt I'd have much love“

„So what would you do?“

„I'd stay on Fury. There's work there, work that would need my skills. I doubt I'd ever return to actual civilized society anyways, not after this“

„...Fury. You won't get away unchanged, you know“

„I know. If anything, count it as my penance. As if not that... Well, there will be a huge bounty on me by the time you kill me, Kate“.

 

 

Giron dismissed the guard from his post and turned off surveillance before entering Kayla’s cell. She was there, sitting in the corner, glowering at hit over her knees. Giron paid no attention to her as he dragged a container inside.

„What's this? The big man finally decided that he needs to show his small manaarghg“ - she gargled as he struck her with a stun prod. Giron was in no mood for discussions on rape, evil, morale, power lust or any other thing. He'd already gone over it all while turning and tossing in his bed, firing dispassionately at the range or brooding over his food. There was nothing left to say, nothing that would make him turn back and even less that would justify his actions. He'd have to do it, but at least on terms most agreeable to him.

 Kayla lay twitching on the floor, bearing the full force of the stun prod. Giron had preparations to make and he figured that would give him enough time. He took the clothes of her unresponsive body, taking note of the blank face and white eyes. As expected, the pirate voided her bowels because of the shock. Her clothes went into a disposal box while Giron used a wall mounted hose to clean her up. He even did some scrubbing and used scented soaps. By the time he took out a small bottle of perfume – a drop each for her thighs, her breasts and neck - she was starting to curl up on the floor. The bounty hunters actions look determined and careful, but this did not betray the swirling vortex of emotions that hid inside him. His back ached with need, imagined as arcs of lighting dancing all over. His bones ached and a great pressure, barely contained savage pressure was felt in his head. Never the less, he went through the motions in deliberate order, placing her stomach down over the container, then locking her hands and legs in place.

 The final touch was the Macrocorp Respirator unit. Easy to fasten, it covered most of the face, ending just above eyebrows and fit very snugly. It would protect the wearer from a multitude of gasses and chemicals – or, in this case, muffle Kayla’s screams and hide her agony and tears.

 Giron disrobed. The pieces were in place.

 About this time, she had already shaken off the effects of the probe and was thrashing about on the box – or she would have been, had Giron not fastened her so well. The screams were almost inaudible and that was basically the extent of what she could do – the probe induced voiding had robbed her of any other defenses.

 Giron had almost completely succumbed to madness and Kayla’s pitiful resistance had made his cock painfully hard. But before plunging inside, he opened a bottle of lubricant, slathering her genitals quite copiously. Bountyhunter put the bottle away and slid his cock between her buttocks. He let out a guttural growl from the pleasure, his nails digging deep and painful into Kayla’s cheeks. The he drew back, positioned his cock and rammed it inside her.

 There was no gentleness in his actions and she thrashed around with renewed vigor. All for naught: the restrains allowed very little movement while any sort of vaginal defenses were negated by the lubricant... and Giron's willingness to ignore it. He plunged in, again, again, slamming against her fill full force. She might have wailed, but he didn't care: Giron was overtaken with sensation of conquest, by the wondrous feeling piercing Kayla, taking her, plundering without any regard. It was similar to what he felt when he fought, the power and the victory, and that was basically the idea behind the immense pleasure he was feeling. This was so liberating, to get lost in the primal fury and lust.

 And for that, he laid on her, continuing to pound away, to savor her resistance. He let himself go, and squeezed her at the container, essentially crushing, only holding himself as not to damage her too much. He felt so liberated, fucking that woman without any thought given to her comfort – no love, no respect, no nothing. For a moment, he even regretted the rounded shape of the container – it would have felt so good to push her against the sharp edges and feel her twitch in pain.

 Lacking that, he grabbed what little hair she had, pulling her head back and continuing to plough her. His blood was singing victory and might, and whatever thought were there mixed into an orgy of freedom, violence and victory.

 And then Giron decided that he wants more. So he uncuffed her legs – punching and twisting them when she tried to resist – and turned her over, before locking her in place again. And so he entered her again, this time pulling her hair so that she would watch what he was doing to her. His right her alternatively crushed her buttock and raked thigh with nails, as snarled with every push. For Giron, this was pure ecstasy. Yet he hungered for more.

 To that end he took a look at her once more. The visor obscured that beautiful face, but the rest of the body was still there, pristine and untouched, save for a few scars and tattoos here and there. It was an inviting sight, this powerless, quivering woman flesh. And so he grabbed her breasts, squeezing and squashing them, making her arch in the air while continued the merciless pounding. He twisted and pinch and tore at her breasts and frustration grew along his back – he wanted to do something to them, but he didn't know what. So he went down, biting her scented tits, tearing them with his teeth, nibbling on a nipple while squeezed, pinched and pulled the other with his fingers.

After this, Kayla wasn't even screaming anymore. But Giron didn't care – this was his treat. And he almost felt finished with it.

 She did start screaming again after his hands closed around her throat. He squeezed on it, choking the pirate while his tempo grew faster and more frantic. Giron didn't see her – his head was upturned at the ceiling, bearing one of the most intense feeling he ever felt. He didn't crush her windpipe, not nearly, but she thrashed around in panic that the bounty hunter would end her.

 He didn't.

 Finally, satisfaction came, exploding inside his mind and into Kayla’s quivering insides at the same time. His whole body ached from tension before releasing. Giron collapsed on top of her, exhausted and finally regaining the capacity to think. Mark were already starting to appear on her breasts.

 Before starting to clean up, he visited one last cruelty on the woman: the stun prod touched her right nipple, shocking her with both pain and electricity. After that, he hosed her down again, applied healing salve to her neck, breasts, legs and vagina. She was unlocked and dressed in a new set of prisoner clothes before locking the hands again and returning her to the corner.

 The last thing he did was take of the rebreather. Her face was blank, still beautiful no matter what happened. Did she think him weak, find some solace in the thought that a bounty hunter had to do something unspeakable to feel better than a woman he already bested in combat? Giron didn't know and didn't care. He pulled the case outside.

 

 

„Giron the Pillager, Kate. I rose to power, got myself a crew and set out... to to whatever the hell I wanted to do. Some say I lacked purity, that I didn't torture or kill without provocation, that I didn't let my men rape, kill and torture. I didn't want to do that, simple as that, and those other wanted to impose something on me. I might have looked strange in everyone's eyes, but still, overcoming an passenger cabin door with well placed threats and preparations rang true to me, more so than forcing them to open the door because I'm throwing people out of the airlock. That lacks... finesse. That's why I achieved so much – I was evil, but not stupid. I killed corrupt officials, I beat up elite bodyguards and raped little starlets and daughters of wealthy men, all because I wanted power and dominance. I didn't let my troops do it, because I wanted them disciplined professionals. One's that would carry heists with clockwork precision, all to my great satisfaction“

„And Kayla?“

„She wanted to kill me, of course. Don't how she got away from Fury. The Primarch is crazy, not stupid. Yet that still leaves copious amounts of insanity. Maybe he wanted to see „the drama“ between me and her unfold. Maybe it was to please her or to please me. I don't know. I know that she's the one in the corner. You'll find others in my personal hold. So, how will it be? Capture? Killing?“

„Depends. What do you want, Giron?“

„You shouldn't ask what I want. Look how it all ended last time you did that...“