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“Plasma bolt incoming!”

The scanner tech screamed it, his adolescent voice cracking as the strain finally told. It was his first deployment, and right about now he wanted his mummy or at least his robot nurse. She would know what to do.

“Shields!”

The captain said it calmly, in an attempt to keep his bridge crew under discipline, though it was a near run thing. The electronic warfare officer reacted as trained, jabbing the contact.

The impact was severe, even if blunted. The foetid air of the bridge took on a slightly burnt smell, like bread left too long under the grill. They blinked, daring to hope.

“Sir! A...third contact, bearing two-niner-seven beta three-three range five hundred.”

The captain pursed his lips. This was not good.

“Jennings?”

The EWO looked dazed, like a duck hit with a rock. He stared at his screen, not wanting to believe either.

“S…sir. Shields at twenty percent. We cant take more than one more bolt or…”

“Plasma bolt incoming!”

The captain heard it now. Panic. The kid was about to break; he could smell it, the smell of fear above the smell of burning.

“Dieckmann! How long on the jump drive?”

The grizzled old engineer looked at his captain sorrowfully and shook his head. It was never easy.

“Captain…at least twenty minutes. The last bolt triggered the shutdown sequence, I have to reboot the core and…”

His words were lost in the impact, their world upended as energy smashed into the shield and some of it leaked through to the hull. The freighter spun, drifting out of orbit while the reaction control jets fought to bring it back under control.

“Sir…”

He held up his hand. They waited, hoping against hope.

“Captain, incoming signal from…from them, Sir.”

“Put it up on the main link.”

The crackle of space filled the bridge, followed by a sound, an unearthly sound, a voice like no human. A growl and a snarl made whole, it filled the bridge with mocking.

“This is K’laan of the Vargyr. Who do I have the pleasure of preying on today?”

They all looked at the captain. He waited a moment, gathering his thoughts.

“I am captain Carter of the Terran freighter Montrouge. You are in violation…”

“Silence! If you do not submit swiftly there will be more things to violate today. Surrender Captain. Or face the consequences.”

He looked around at his bridge crew, at the lost tech rating now huddled in a ball, at the EWO pale but composed, the navigation officer with a gash to his head, and the young helmsman trying to appear in control while his knee shook like a leaf. Last he looked at the engineer. They shared a look, a significant one. He knew the meaning, knew their orders, but he turned his head away from the warning and gave a shrug.

“We surrender…”

The engineer was too well disciplined to question. He managed a cough inshtead.

“Good! Prepare to be boarded.”

The young tech was rocking back and forward, his flight suit damp at the crotch and his voice a high pitched whine.

“Don’t let them do me sir. Please don’t let them do me…”

“Quiet Olsen!”

The Engineering officer was angry, but partly that was from the need to cover up his own fears; for in spite of other concerns, like it or not, he was desperate to repeat the same mantra.

“Please don’t let them do me…”

The captain whiled away the terrifying seconds waiting for the raider to rig a coupling lock whistling something that sounded not quite like a tune from Mozart, and smiled at the youngster to calm him.

It mostly worked, at least until they heard the thud of contact on their hull.

****

The crew was huddled in the mess, under guard. They tried to look in control, but most looked terrified. Ten men, on their knees, with their hands over their heads, against a dozen of ‘them’.

Olsen had never seen one in the flesh before. He had seen plenty of vidcasts, and heard enough stories, but this was the real thing. He sniffed, taking in the scent.

They stank. Like…well…like dogs…

They were more like wolves, in fact, with canine features, long pointed snouts, yellow eyes, and paws ending in claws. Those same paws gripped efficient looking pulse weapons, trained with a bored disdain on the crew of the freighter.

Their leader, a massively muscled wolf, bore a patrol frigate captain’s insignia on his chest, a souvenir of another successful battle. He had taken more than the captain’s insignia, and his ship, and the memory was still potent and not a little delicious. Here though, now this was sweet indeed.

“So…not much of a crew are you…”

“You cowards! You hid behind that asteroid and…”

“Silence!” The helmsman had regained his strength, and his anger. He unwisely voiced both, drawing a slap across the face with claws extended. His outburst ended with a shriek, and he fell to the deck clutching his bloody face. He was lucky; not many survived accusing a Vargyr of cowardice.

“So…what do you have in this fine ship of yours…”

“Machinery and parts for an agricultural world.”

The captain looked his opposite number in the eyes now. He was calm again. He needed calm.

“Sounds very boring captain…”

“We are a boring shipping line corsair. Tarothin is renowned for getting things from A to B and nothing more…”

The giant wolf stepped forward, lifting the human’s chin, yellow eyes staring into green.

“Well well…not much of a catch then. Still…your submission will taste sweet either way…”

The crew were yelling now, their captors making no sound, except a low rumbling growl. They knew what was coming, the Vargyr Corsairs were notorious. Tech Olsen broke again, falling on all fours.

“Please…pleasssseeeeeee…”

A wolf kicked him in the stomach with one booted hindpaw, and he rolled sideways.

“Leave them…”

The leader hesitated, staring at the Captain. His yellow eyes twinkled.

“Why would I do that human?”

“Take me…leave them…”

He was lifted onto his feet, hands still bound behind his back, and the Corsair gripped him by his neck and squeezed. Claws dug into flesh, drawing blood, but the Captain didn’t flinch. The wolf smiled.

“Noble sacrifice Captain…taking one for your men…how honourable.”

“At least I know what honour means and….AHHHHH!”

He was suddenly hauled bodily upwards by incredibly strong arms, and dumped on his back on the mess table. Four wolves held him down, the rest guarded the appalled crew. The humans all hated that they were relieved as well as appalled. It could have been any of them; depending on the mood of the raiders, it still could be.

“Strip him…”

With knives they managed it in fairly rough fashion, cutting his flight suit off and his underwear, leaving a few cuts on pink skin traced in red. The leader of the raiders watched with growing excitement. He always loved the sight of skin. So unusual…

“Soft…so soft…”

His fingerpads ran across the stretched body of his captive, touching everywhere. He found a nipple, rubbing the twisting, the curve of a rib, the abdominals so defined. He slid a claw across an open wound, drawing a moan, and suckled the blood tasting the metallic taste of victory. Then to his prize, a plump straight cock, no knot, with a bulbous head of purple skin and a fat shaft traced with veins, and a set of fat testicles in a sac coated in soft downy fur. He played here, enjoying the contrast of skin and fur, and then under…

“No…no…!”

“Too late to gain some modestly captain…far too late…”

A clawed finger sought out the ultimate now, spreading the human’s vulnerable pucker. He grunted, pushing inside, the tightness so good, and the heat. He had come to value human ass as the finest in all the galaxy, and crave it like nothing else. This one was exquisite.

“Hold him well my packmates!”

The crew couldn’t help it, they had to watch, drawn like moths to the sight. They saw the big wolf open his combat suit, lifting his tunic and dropping his trousers. His groin made them gasp; a furry sheath, with a length of red raw cock extending. As they watched, he gripped his own length, stroking slowly, until the member pulsed with blood and the knot swelled to full terrible thickness.

“Ahhhh such a scent…so sweet…”

A gasp from Olsen, as he watched the wolf kneel at his commander’s ass. A snout sniffed at the vulnerable pucker, and a long pink tongue extended, lapping luxuriously. The struggling human fought for release, in vain, begging pleadingly as the wolf sampled his meal. He suddenly went rigid as the wolf pressed his muzzle deep into the cleft of his ass, and they heard a shuddering groan. His cock jerked against his belly, hard and eager, a droplet of precum oozing from the tip.

“Like watching it don’t you human.”

Tech Olsen shuddered as the wolf nearest him rubbed his groin with a hindpaw. He was hard, he knew. Ashamed, but hard. He felt himself pulled upright, his zipper pulled down without warning.

“Hey…wait….umpfgh!!”

A muzzle found his mouth, tongue invading his throat. A paw gripped his cock, and claws dug into sensitive flesh. The paw slid up, until he felt the claws on his cock head, and one slid into his urethra with a burning raw penetration that made him scream and his cock throbbed with need.

“Such a good bitch…”

The leader growled at his men to wait, and concentrated on his own victim. Such a sweet hole…and so tight.

“Good bitch. I have your ship, now I have you Captain!”

“AHHH!”

The penetration was sudden and violent. First the tapered tip, not too big, but then the shaft followed, thickening until it was a painful lance burrowing into the man’s anus like a laser bear. He screamed, his screams cut off by a muzzle as the wolf bred him and kissed, tongue wrapped in tongue, cock buried deep. He fucked wildly, grunting with each new thrust, the power of the thrusts making the poor human grunt and forcing him into the table. His tail rose, swishing in triumph, as he took his spoils from the human male.

“Such a good bitch…”

A fresh thrust, and the Captain’s body went rigid as the wolf forced his knot inside, breaking the human’s sphincter, spreading and stretching, the pain of violation matched with a terrible urge to cum as the knot rubbed his raw prostate.

“Cum for me bitch…cum…”

He obeyed, spraying his own chest as the wolf lay his head back and howled, a howl matched by the rest of his pack. A howl matched by a powerful spray of hot seed that flooded the human’s bowels and marked him as property of the packs forever.

K’laan rested in his conquered foe, cock still hard, the knot pulsing with life. He knew better than to withdraw yet. The human would probably bleed to death. Instead he kissed, strangely tender, but only for a moment. Then he gripped the human’s throat, claws on his windpipe, and his face inches from the helpless human, eyes glittering gold.

“Now human, listen and listen well. I know you have been travelling with a special cargo in your safe. You will take me to it, and you will open it without any tricks, or my men will fuck every single member of your crew, raping their holes and tying them like the bitch you have become. Then they will kill them one by one until you relent. Do you understand me Captain?”

“Please…please…”

He glanced at his packmates, a grin crossing his muzzle.

“Start with that one…”

A claw pointed at tech Olsen. The teenager began to sob.

“No…no…”

A wolf paw stroked his cock, and in spite of his fear, he was still hard. The boy’s tip leaked a line of clear pre onto his captor’s paw. The wolf sniffed it and licked, fangs bared.

“With pleasure…lads…”

“Wait!”

“Yes Captain?”

“OK…ok…you win…”

****

They had endured a few tense moments as the Captain led the wolf to his cabin. Olsen was still standing, just, wolf paws groping his cock shamelessly. Another wolf had found the helmsman, still bleeding, and laid him on the table. He licked the young crewman’s face, tasting the delicious blood, and marvelling at the feel of skin.

The old Engineer had almost made it, inching to the small emergency hatch under the waste disposal, when a blaster muzzle pressed to his head.

“Going somewhere human?”

“No…please….no…stop…ahhhhhhhh…”

They were momentarily distracted by the sight of the young blonde rating Olsen unloading his spunk on the deck plates, the wolf’s paw finally drawing him to a conclusion. More than a few wolves sported significant bulges at their groins. This was not going well.

“Do you want to be next greyling?”

The navigation officer whispered harshly.

“Dieckmann…stay cool! The captain will get us out of this…”

“Your Captain has been a good bitch lads. And yes, he may have got you out of this.”

“No! Captain, no…!”

Of them all, only the Engineer knew what was in that safe. He couldn’t believe what was happening, even under the incredible duress. He had sworn an oath, as had the Captain. And yet…

“Captain..!”

The wolf nearest the Engineer had dropped his guard a fraction, watching his fellow molest the sobbing helmsman. Flesh had always fascinated him…and he was looking forward to a taste of the pink skin and dusky scrotum of the young human.

The old Engineer managed to struggle free enough to reach for his ankle. He kept a small personal blaster there for emergencies, and this seemed to qualify. He aimed it at the leader of the raiders.

“Die scum!”

He pulled the trigger, and nothing happened. He pressed again, stunned. Then he was flung backwards by a burst of energy, as his captor recovered enough to fire a bolt into his shoulder. The Engineer sprawled on the deck, moaning, with his flight suit burnt off and a fresh wound burned into his flesh.

“Any more heroes?”

The wolf pointed his gun at the captain, and bared his fangs. The Engineer moaned and his eyes opened, shocked and horrified.

“Carter…”

It was a whisper, and then he fainted.

****

They had left the freighter stripped, its cargo transferred to the lead raider, it’s crew for now left alone. They had played with their food a little, fingering the asshole of the horrified Olsen until he came again, and sucking on the helmsman until he too gave up a load. It was mostly for sport though, a sort of desultory leisurely affair. They had what they wanted, and the Captain’s violation was all they needed to satisfy honour.

The leader had a parting shot though for the crew.

“I will leave you to limp back to base, but I will take an extra prize for your defiance. Thanks to the greyling’s stupidity, I feel like making your Captain pay a little more. I will take him on board; I hope I don’t need to take any more of you…”

They acquiesced, too stunned to fight back, especially with Dieckmann incapacitated. They were also more than a little relieved. In spite of it all, and all the horror stories, it seemed they might somehow be going to survive this. That was a rare event when it came to the Vargyr Corsairs.

As the leader watched the battered freighter receding in his scanner screen back on his own bridge, the weapons officer gave him a sneering smile.

“So when do you want me to fire Alpha?”

The big wolf gave his packmate a wave and a snarl.

“Leave them V’lak. Let them spread more stories of the Corsairs to their pathetic friends. Dead humans cannot spread the word.”

The weapons officer was too surprised to speak at first. When he recovered though he sprang to his paws, fangs bared, eyes wide.

“Alpha! You cannot mean…”

The leader’s claws wrapped round his throat, and he stopped, unable to speak. The eyes were not respectful though. K’laan sighed a little inside. He knew this one would be trouble, sooner or later.

“I have spoken V’lak.”

He did not have to explain himself, no Alpha worth his command did. Still it rankled; he knew what they were thinking. If they only knew the truth…

But of course, he could not tell them. Not yet.

With the jump safely negotiated, the wolf headed for his quarters and a moment’s relaxation. His face calmed, even becoming a little younger looking at the thought of what awaited him. He knew it was silly, but somehow, he felt complete when he was with him. Whole.

The human was still naked, lying on his bed. He noticed the erection, the dark purple head, the dusky scrotum. K’laan opened his nostrils wide, sampling the scent of his mate. Unfamiliar yet familiar…and the scent of that hole…

“Mercy love…my ass is still screaming. Did you have to fucking tie me like that? I will need a yard of surgical twine to put my pucker back together…”

The human was smiling, of course, as was his ‘çaptor’. And very quickly the wolf was as naked as his mate.

In bed, entwined, they writhed together, the wolf’s tongue soothing sore spots on his lover’s skin, savouring the texture and the taste. He lay the human down and began licking, from his neck down his spine, seeking out the slightly battered but still willing treasure of a tight human pucker, already dripping wolf seed. And no tail to get in the way…

“Did you have to shoot Dieckmann? You could have killed him…”

The wolf snorted, but stopped his progress towards heaven for a moment.

“You would know better than anyone my beautiful K’taar, the hardest part was not killing him. Besides…the whole thing was most…what do you humans say? Convincing?”

“Hmmmm convincing. They will suspect.”

“Of course your human masters will suspect my love. But they will not know for sure. They will think you merely failed the test, not that you wrote the course. And they will be curious…”

“They will know you have one of the decoder units.”

“They will. Our purchaser will not get to use it for long. And then they will dispatch new ones to every banking centre in the federation, ones our friends have prepared. It is a brilliant plan my beautiful K’taar. Almost as beautiful as you.”

The human smiled then. He always loved hearing his name like that in the Vargyr tongue. The Alpha had first called him that in the bar on Ceti Beta six, the growled endearments in Terran Anglic giving way to loving words in his own tongue. Carter had been able to make out his own name though, in it’s new form. K’taar…he had learned it meant jewel in their language. He liked that.

“So tell me beautiful K’taar…how does it feel knowing you will soon be the richest human in the galaxy?”

“I know something better…but just this once love…go easy on my ass, and no knot, ok?”

His love was more than happy to comply, fucking the human slowly, patiently, his red raw cock sinking to the knot but no further, drawing ecstatic orgasms from his lover in as many positions as he could think, their coupling filling the cabin with the scent of cum, wolf and man.

Lying in the afterglow, Carter rested on his lover’s chest, looking at the ceiling, while he whistled a tune not quite like something from Mozart.

It was going to be a shame, he thought, watching the big wolf go down. His ass would never forgive him for losing that amazing cock. Still…

He shrugged and smiled, one hand gripping the wolf’s sheath, stroking gently as the big male rumbled deep in his chest.

All the more reason to get in now while he could.