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“We are being scanned for life signs, Captain,” Ship
advised. Raylee held her breath, every second stretching into forever.

“Understood, Captain Raylee.” The Balazoid captain showed no
indication he didn’t believe her and she exhaled, her lips whistling slightly.
“What is your ship’s purpose?”

“We are making a delivery to Symra II.” She glanced down at
her controls, avoiding his gaze.

“Route scan undertaken, Captain,” Ship shared.

“Symra II is a Federation planet. You are at the helm of a
Federation ship. Why is your ship outside of Federation shipping lanes?” the
warship’s captain demanded.

Shit.
There are Federation shipping lanes to
Symra II? Raylee dug her fingertips into her chair, communicating her
displeasure with Ship for withholding that information. “I got lost, Captain
Grok, and my ship’s navigational system said this was the quickest route.”
Please
let that be true.

“The USS
Fitzgerald
has a history of redirected
routes, Captain,” one of his underlings chimed in.

Raylee’s face heated.
I don’t get lost that often, boot
licker.

The captain rubbed his sagging chin. “Have you filed the
redirect with the Federation?”

Double shit.
Of course she hadn’t, and he could
easily verify that. “I haven’t.”

The captain leaned forward. “Then no one knows the location
of your ship.” It wasn’t a question. It was a comment.

No one knows the location of my ship. No one will notice
if it disappears, if I disappear.
Raylee’s insides twisted as Balazoid
mouths moved silently.

“They have locked onto our ship, Captain,” Ship’s tone was
grave. “Our outbound communications have been restricted.”

“Fuck.”
We’re in deep shit.
Raylee put her bridge on
mute. “Don’t let them board us, Ship. Blow us up if you have to.”

“I’ll never be boarded again, Captain,” Ship vowed.

“Captain Raylee,” the captain hailed her. “As Symra II no
longer exists, we will allow you to fulfill your true destiny, serving upon a
great warship.” He studied her while warriors moved behind him. “Although it
may exceed your capabilities. Doctor?”

A thin Balazoid peered at her through the visual link. “She
is small and we have twenty-one crew members requiring servicing, but if we
ensure she is properly lubricated and we provide regular rest intervals, she
should survive until the next revitalization station, Captain.”

Oh my God.
The bastards plan to fuck me to death.
Red-hot rage swept over Raylee and she rose up in her chair. “I’d rather die
than allow you to stick your needle dicks inside—”

“Then it is decided.” The captain ignored her. “We will—”

The wail of an alarm pierced the audio and lights flashed
onboard the Balazoid ship. “Captain, a Federation starship has entered the
adjacent quadrant,” the underling who had mocked her navigational skills
announced.

“Full speed to—” Communications were severed, the visual
lost.

There were three long seconds of silence, the only sound
being Raylee’s heart beating.

“Navigational abilities have been returned,” Ship informed
her. “The Balazoid warship is outside firing range.”

“Thank God. Get us the hell out of here, Ship.” She sagged
in the chair, her entire body shaking, as Ship shot forward. “Fuck, we were
lucky the Federation starship arrived when it did.”

“Luck was not a factor in the encounter, Captain.” Ship’s
voice was smug. “And there was no Federation starship in the adjacent quadrant.
The enemy underestimated me, not blocking my decoy abilities. I’m a class-A
freighter. I don’t—”

“Thank you, Ship.” Raylee closed her eyes, squeezing the
bridge of her nose between her thumb and index finger. “Oh God. This was my
fuckup. I’m the captain. I should have been on the bridge when the warship
first appeared.”

“I am a class-A freighter. I—”

“I’m the captain, Ship.” Raylee bounced to her feet. “And
I’m not alone anymore. I have a crew to protect.” She paced, her arms folded
behind her back, the burden of responsibility weighing upon her. “I never
wanted a crew.” She strode between the empty chairs. “But I have one, don’t I?”
She looked up at the beams. “Oh God.”

“The Federation operative is not a crew member. He is an
unauthorized passenger,” Ship sniped.

“Vegas is more than a crew member. He’s the man I love and I
could have killed him with my sloppiness.” She stopped.
I love him. Shit.
We’re all going to die.
“Did I kill him? What is Vegas’ status?”

“The companion android is reviving him. All of his vital
signs are fully operational and he is inquiring after your status.”

“Thank God.” Her shoulders lowered, relief rushing into her.
“Tell him I will return to our sleeping chamber when my shift is complete.”

* * * * *

“Replay transmission,” Vegas instructed Ship. “Look at her.”
He swatted his hand at the small viewscreen, the need for violence roiling
within him. “A normal woman would be subservient, but not our Raylee.” He
paused on one frame. Raylee’s chin was lifted. Her brown-eyed gaze was directed
straight at the monitoring device. A gleam of moisture covered her full bottom
lip. “I want to kiss the sass off her face and I’m human. A Balazoid warrior
would never let her talk to him like that.”

“You are overly tense.” Sexy rubbed the giant knot coiling
between his shoulders. They were both naked and sitting on the bed, waiting for
their captain’s return.

“You’re damn right I’m tense!” Vegas curled his fingers into
tight fists. “They almost took her,” he fumed, as the android’s hands worked
down his back. “And I couldn’t have done anything to stop her because I would
have been dead—dead, while the Balazoids took my mate.” Vegas leaned forward,
propping himself up by his elbows, allowing the male companion android to
massage his ass cheeks.

“I would have protected her,” Sexy assured him.

“
You
would have protected
my
woman,” Vegas
growled. His hands ached. Red spots danced in front of his eyes. “You can kiss
my ass, Sexy.”

The android pressed a moist kiss at the juncture of his ass
cheeks and Vegas jerked at the unexpected contact. Some of his anger flowed
into desire.

“Eat my ass out, Sexy,” he instructed. He closed his eyes as
his robotic twin licked and nibbled down the valley between his cheeks, his big
coarse hands spreading him slightly for better access.

The door slid open. Vegas knew who it was, but he ignored
Raylee, pushing back against Sexy’s face, forcing his nose and chin between his
ass cheeks. The android gripped his hips, his strength matching his. A hot, wet
tongue probed his puckered hole.

He heard a rustle of fabric, yet he continued to stare
straight ahead, the anger rekindling inside him. Sexy had his tongue right up
his ass now, making a munching noise as though he was truly eating his ass out.
Vegas’ lips quirked.
Fuck. I love my woman’s crazy sense of humor.

“Am I interrupting?” Raylee’s husky voice hung in the
sleeping chamber. Her unique chalk powder and engine oil scent filled the
space. All of his senses were assailed by her presence.

Vegas glanced over. She stood, gloriously naked, the sight
of her pert breasts and shapely hips making his cock harden. He ignored his
aroused state, focusing on his fear-induced fury. “Come here,” he ordered.

His anger must have been reflected in his face, because she
stepped away from him. “I don’t think so. Not like this.”

“Yes, like this.” His patience snapped. Vegas moved at his
top speed, grabbed her shoulders, turned her away from him and hauled her
backward toward the bed, her heels dragging on the floor.

“You don’t have a choice.” He flipped onto his back, landing
on the mattress, taking her with him. She fought, cursing and kicking, but he
easily overpowered her, as a Balazoid warrior would also overpower her.
Oh,
fuck.
She was so small, so fragile.

“The Balazoid warriors wouldn’t have given you a choice.” He
pulled her arms behind her as she squirmed on top of him, tormenting his
already aroused cock. Sexy watched them struggle, wearing his normal blank
passionless expression.

“If you had been captured by the Balazoid today, they
wouldn’t have killed you.” Vegas forced her knees wide apart, flattening them
to the mattress with his legs in a typical Balazoid containment maneuver.

“They’d use you as you would be used on their breeding
farms, restraining you.” He tugged on her arms, causing her enough discomfort
to illustrate his point, but not enough to seriously hurt her.
Damn it. The
enemy wouldn’t be so caring.
“Spreading your legs.”

“Sexy, position yourself,” Vegas instructed, and as
programmed, the android kneeled between her legs, his synthetic cock hard and
lubricated. “They’d allow you six hours of sleep every night and you’d spend
the other hours being a receptacle for their cocks.

“Sexy, activate Balazoid sequence.” Her body jerked against
his as the android rammed into her, and Vegas closed his eyes for a second, the
urge to comfort her so very strong.
I have to do this, for her sake, for my
sanity.

“They don’t call it fucking.” It took all of his Federation
training to keep his voice cool and emotionless. “They call it releasing because
it is a bodily function to them, like urinating.”

The android thrust into her three times, his cock plunging
into her pussy right up to his balls, but not an inch more of him touched her.
“They mount you,” Vegas continued. “They come.” She convulsed in his arms as
the compressed air simulating Sexy’s orgasm blasted into her and he tightened
his grip on her, holding her still.

“They dismount.” Vegas’ voice roughened. Sexy pulled back,
his cock glistening with her juices. “They clean.” The android shoved a cold
mini-vacuum up her pussy and there was a loud sucking sound, her body drained
of her sweet cream. “And the next warrior mounts you.” Sexy repeated the
process, fucking her with rigorous precision.

Vegas felt Raylee’s fight drain from her, her body growing
small in his arms, and he ruthlessly pushed away his guilt.
This has to be
done. I have no choice. I can’t allow her to take more foolish risks. I love
her too much to lose her.

“They would mount you, one after another,” he re-launched
his verbal assault while Sexy thrust three times, dismounted, cleaned and
climbed back on top of her. “Ramming their cocks into your pussy again and
again, uncaring of your lack of pleasure, your feelings, who you were and what
you think. They wouldn’t kiss you or caress you or speak to you.”

She no longer struggled, lying passively against him,
allowing the android’s abuse, and Vegas’ heart twisted. “They’d use your body
in complete silence because you’re not a person to them, you’re a pussy and
that’s all you are.”

Vegas paused, the only sounds in the room the smacking of
flesh against flesh and Raylee’s anguished pants. He forced himself to watch
the android fuck his woman, to witness another cock pounding into her moist,
hot pussy, his pain penance for his failure.

I should have protected her better.
I should have
covered the trail.
He breathed in her womanly scent.
I won’t fail her
again.

“There would be no rest from their fucking.” He scrubbed all
of the emotion from his voice. “When the Balazoid came, he would dismount your
body and the next warrior would take his place. Sexy, switch.”

Sexy pulled his cock out in mid-thrust and Vegas rolled
Raylee onto her chest, relinquishing his hold. She didn’t try to escape, the
fight having been fucked out of her, and the android restrained her using the
same method, spreading Raylee’s thighs on top of his body.

Her pussy was red and juicy. Her breasts heaved. “Vegas?”
Raylee pleaded with him, her eyes covered with the sheen of unshed tears, her
cheeks flushed.

I won’t fail her.

“They have no mercy, Raylee.” He drove into her pussy,
pressing his lips together to keep himself from kissing her, comforting her. He
found no joy in the fucking, the act cold and impersonal and empty.

“You’d fuck hundreds of Balazoid warriors every day until
you become pregnant.” While his mind rebelled at the harsh treatment, his body
responded, his balls drawing up tight to his body.

“And not one of them will know your name. They won’t know
you sing while dressing in the morning or you see the outline of fantastical
creatures hidden in a canopy of stars or that you care for a man named Vegas.”
The back of his eyes burning, Vegas tilted his head back to stare at the
ceiling.
Damn. In all the years of Federation training, this just might be
the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

Raylee’s pussy tightened around his cock in a series of tiny
hugs.
Is she reassuring me, her abuser? My fuckin’ woman.
Reluctant to
stop her, he allowed her sensual embrace to push him over the edge.

“Fuck, Raylee.” Vegas roared as he came, pouring his cum,
his fears and his love into Raylee, finding absolution in her body. “Fuck.” He
collapsed on top of her, a weakness no Balazoid warrior would ever succumb to.
“Sexy, release the captain.”

Raylee wrapped her arms around him, comforting him when she
should be the one comforted. “Don’t ever do that again, Raylee. I can’t lose
you. I can’t,” he murmured into the soft cushion of her chest, fear and rage
and grief battling for supremacy.

“I know. I know.” She stroked his back, her hands cool and
soothing. “I was scared too. I knew if they took me, they might find you and
dispose of your body, rendering you irrevocably dead.”

“Didn’t you hear a word I said?” Vegas raised his head to
glare at her. “They would have fucked you until you died.”