Virgin Encounter (Magic Juice 1) (2 page)

"Fuck!" Perry exclaimed, collecting drops of
blood from his now profusely bleeding nose and shaking it from his
hand.

Concordia turned around and marched off to
the door of her living room.

"Where are you going?" Perry called in
despair, uncertain if the despair was greater over losing Concordia
or over losing the prospect of becoming wealthy. When she didn’t
answer, he became desperate.

"Come back here!" he called, staring at her
back. "I won’t let you leave like this. I won’ let you leave,
Concordia! I’ll keep coming to you until you take me back!"

Concordia raised her middle finger high in
the air as if it was the Statue of Liberty, and walked out the
door.

***

The cream-colored leather seat of
Concordia’s space shuttle Lioness was cold. In fact, the whole
cockpit was cold. It would take ten, maybe fifteen minutes until
the heater began blowing hot air and the space shuttle warmed
up.

Lioness had been in Concordia’s possession
for two months. From the moment she laid her eyes on this shuttle,
she was fervently in love with it. The model was the latest
available on the market, and among all space shuttles she owned,
Lioness was her favorite.

It was no surprise that she instinctively
chose Lioness to get away from her home planet as far as possible,
this shuttle and no other. It was a gift from her father for her
last birthday, red in color and powered by a Ferrari engine, which
meant that it had enough horse power to fly her through the entire
galaxy if she wanted to. She didn’t have to fear star storms or
star dusts. Lioness was double-shielded and there was nothing more
reliable than a Ferrari engine when it came to star storms.

Concordia ignited the engine and flew out of
the garage of her home, leaving her former fiancé and bad memories
behind. It felt good to be inside Lioness and away from Perry. That
bastard, she thought. She’d never want to see him again.

The space shuttle flew into the golden
sunset of an early evening. Concordia remembered how much she
enjoyed flying this beauty of a shuttle that had a built-in stick
and an automatic pilot. The first time Concordia flew Lioness with
gear stick, she struggled to get it right for two hours, chocking
the motor over and over, and hang gliding in space. Still, the
experience was making her horny. To learn to control a mechanical
beast as untamed as Lioness was orgasmic.

But once she learned to control her, a
triumphant feeling eroded all the frustration that had build up
inside Concordia, lobbing her spirits into a post-orgasmic state of
bliss.

Two months later, Concordia had gained
enough experience as a gear shift pilot to win the space race. Not
that her joy of flying and the golden trophy mattered right now.
The debris of her broken heart was polluting her on the inside, and
the pain rested heavily. But it was important to remember things
she liked about her life, especially at moments like these.

She turned the autopilot off and clasped the
stick, shifting gears as the shuttle flew through the stratosphere.
Watching her home planet from above made her feel aloof, and
feeling aloof was a good thing, because it was exactly what she
needed—distance, distance, and more distance.

And yet, maintaining distance was hard. At
this moment it was even impossible. What had she done to deserve
such a treatment from the man she loved? Did she pick the wrong
guy? Was Perry nothing but a prick who glued to her for her money,
and she was too blinded by her love to see the truth? Poor me, she
thought, feeling pity for herself, than scorning herself for being
miserable over a prick of epic proportions who didn’t deserve to be
called a man.

The round top of the shift stick felt good
in her hand. It made her think of Perry’s own man-stick. She
couldn’t help but compare the two, wondering what it would have
been like to shift the gears of Perry’s stick until the motor
exploded. The wedding was to be in two months. Concordia had been
counting the days and the nights, eager to experience the feel of
his stick shifting inside her. She had seen him naked on a couple
of occasions, and on no account would she now admit that she liked
what she saw—not after all that had happened. But she remembered
well that it was long and straight, with a perfect girth and a
finely shaped pink crown.

She was certain his stick would have had a
long staying power during their cruises.

Once upon a time, she read an article in a
women’s magazine about the sex with the ex. The writer claimed that
seducing her ex-boyfriend was one of the hottest sex adventures she
experienced in her life. Concordia sighed. For a moment she wished
she had given her virginity to Perry before the wedding night,
because if she had, she would have seduced him after slapping him
properly on the face. She would have practically violated him, and
then when she’d taken her pleasure, she would have stood up and
left. She wouldn’t have told him she was leaving him forever. That
would have been the surprise. She would have just got up, and left
the room without a word. She wouldn’t have mentioned that in her
heart, he became history the moment he slept with her best friend
Marianne.

Tears strolled down her face like lonely
waterfalls. And the space surrounding her looked so dark and
lonely.

Ohmygod, Concordia thought. Can it be any
harder on a girl to lose her fiancé and her best friend at the same
time? And can it be any uglier to lose them both by discovering
through "friends" that they had sex behind your back at the party
you were attending? This was the ugliest scenario that could have
happened to her two months before her wedding day. The ugliest
scenario possible. She planned to return home from her hiatus,
which was to last a few hours. Once back on the planet, she’d have
to announce that the wedding was cancelled. First to her father and
to her family, then to her friends, then to her acquaintances. By
then, the rest of the world would find out on their own. Stories
would spread, and people would talk. It was irritating to Concordia
to think how easily and uncontrollably private matters morphed into
public knowledge, and how natural it was for some people to stick
their noses into other people’s business.

Concordia pulled her hand off the shift
stick and turned on the autopilot. She wiped away the last remnants
of tears from her face. A stinging feeling of wanting to fall
asleep pushed her eyelids down. The calamity with Perry and
Marianne had exhausted her. She closed her eyes and dozed off.
Lioness was safely carrying her through space. The stars shone one
each side, and somewhere in the distance, the moon was beginning
the cover the sun on her home planet.

Chapter 2

The beeping of red alert tore Concordia out
of her sleep. Still dizzy, she looked around, striving to keep her
eyes open and concentrate. What had happened, she wondered? Did
something go wrong? Was there a breakdown in the electrical
circuits of the shuttle or did the engine conk out?

Concordia rushed to check the readings.
There was nothing on the cockpit indicating a technical problem.
The issue seemed to come from the outside.

Her eyes darted left and right through the
windshield. She was looking for the culprit among the stars. Was
there a comet or an asteroid flying at her? She tried to orientate
herself on celestial bodies, but she quickly realized that the
stars and the galaxies she was looking at were completely unknown
to her. There was not one celestial body she recognized miles wide.
Where was she? The shuttle must have drifted off the course. This
part of the galaxy was completely unknown to her. Slivers of fear
began crawling underneath her skin liker worms. Concordia took a
closer look at the coordinates. Her assumption was correct. The
shuttle had drifted off 70 light years west and straight into the
Krypt territory.

Oh, shit, she
thought.
This is really bad!

The Krypt territory was off limits to every
human—in theory. And there were a few good reasons why.

The Krypts were a race of ape-like aliens
who lived on the surface of Maaron 5, a dwarf planet in the
neighboring binary system. They ruled the territory spanning over
an area of 50 light years. They were known as a hostile race who
plundered and ravaged ships which happen to pass through their
territory, either out of foolishness or ignorance.

For years, rumors have circulated in
Concordia’s home town about the Krypts being inclined to Earth
women. A bit too inclined in certain aspects. According to the
rumors, the Krypts had captured human women in the past to use them
as their slaves. Being a slave to an apish Krypt who was covered
from head to toe in dark fur was bad enough. But the worst were the
rumors about the Krypts wanting Earth women as their brides and to
breed with them.

What an abomination to think of breeding
with one of those monkeys, Concordia thought! Who would ever
willingly want to have sex and breed with a stinking apish Krypt?
Those creatures were only useful for ore mining and forestry, not
marriage and toddlers. That’s what they were made for—ore mines and
forestry! Concordia was certain that in practice forestry and
mining were the only things the Krypts did—the rest was a byproduct
of perverted fantasies some Earth people harbored. Concordia
thought of herself as immune to rumors and lies. She had a natural
detector for them, she said to herself, and now she was not to
think of the rumors, but concentrate of figuring out where the
problem was and why this darn read alert was beeping!

No fault was to be found in shuttle’s
functions. Concordia looked through the windshield. The galaxy
looked peaceful enough. There was no trace of a nasty natural
phenomenon jeopardizing her hiatus. Most importantly, there was no
trace of the Krypts.

Suddenly, a high-pitched sound of a gas jet
passing overhead caused a small earthquake to her shuttle. Was it a
comet of some sort or was it a ship? The readings showed no ship in
proximity. If there was a ship, it used cloaking technology.
Concordia swiftly typed in the coordinates of her home world.
Better not waste time speculating and get out of the Krypt
territory before it was too late.

Lioness started making a turn when suddenly
the shuttle was halted. The controls froze.

"Come on! Come on!" Concordia cried,
desperately trying to reignite the engine. It was in vain. The
engine was disabled. Lioness was unnaturally frozen in space—it was
being held by a tractor beam.

"Damn!!" she shouted, smashing her fists on
the control board. "This is the last thing I needed today!"

Someone hailed her vessel. She answered by
pushing the green "Take Call" button.

"Red vessel, you have illegally entered the
Krypt territory. You have broken our laws. Your crew will be taken
into custody. You are charged with trespassing and conspiracy
against the Krypts. You are advised to surrender."

Surrender? Because I conspired?! Since when
is running away from your butthole ex-fiancé considered an act of
conspiracy against the Krypts?

"What are these crazies talking about?"

She took into consideration what her options
were. She could try to break lose from the tractor beam. Lioness
was a shuttle with a Ferrari engine. It was strong enough to fly
through a star storm if needed. She could try to break free and
escape. But how fast were their ships? And how many of them were
out there? With their advanced cloaking technology, the Krypts
could easily post several dozens of their ships along the borders
of their territory and prevent her from leaving their space.

The second option was to negotiate. She
could negotiate an exchange of goods and services. Surely, there
were things they needed. The ore they mined on Maaron 5 was sold or
traded in for clothing, food, furniture, tools, weapons and other
things they required in daily life. The Krypts weren’t
self-sufficient. At least, they could make use of the technology
from her home planet. If she could figure out what it was they
needed, she could offer it to them in exchange for her freedom.

"Krypt vessel, do not open fire," Concordia
answered. "I’m surrendering."

Upon hearing herself say she was
surrendering, a lump appeared in her throat. What a horrible idea
it was to surrender! But it was her best chance of surviving, if
not her only chance. If she pissed the Krypts off by trying to
escape, there was no guarantee they wouldn’t open fire and blast
Lioness to pieces.

Out here in their own territory, there was
no one to stop them. They did as they pleased. They were the
Krypts—mean, primitive, aggressive, furry, and solely guided by
their instincts.

Concordia knew what this meant. It would be
pointless to play civilized with them, because they didn’t
understand civilized. The Krypts didn’t reason and they didn’t
think. They lived by their customs and beliefs, relying on their
basic instincts for survival.

"Prepare yourself to be landed on the
surface of Maaron 5," a Krypts voice said over the
communicator.

***

The surface of Maaron 5 was very different
from the stories people told about it. Mostly, the people Concordia
had spoken to described it as a desert planet with sand occupying
every square inch of the surface. Trees and plants were supposed to
be rare and scarce, and the Krypts survived by hunting reptiles and
fish from the sea.