K-Agent · Part 2 (2/2)
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Christy waved her pass key over the sensor at the entrance to her own berth. The door hissed open and she was able to enter a space that was roughly twice the size of one of the sleeping units. Everything on this deck was tight quarters, and only one sleeping unit in a berth could be opened at one time. Likewise, only one locker could be opened at a time. Christy entered her code into the control panel then confirmed her identity with her pass card. There was a whirling of motors as her locker was positioned and then her locker dropped from the ceiling into the limited space.
Christy didn’t have much, the D/E passengers never did. The biggest cost of interstellar travel was incurred in just getting payload from the planet’s surface into orbit. Each passenger had an allotment, with the A grade passengers having considerably more than the E passengers. To bring anything more was charged by the gram. If it wasn’t needed during the flight, it was probably far cheaper to buy it at the destination than to bring it along.
Christy’s luggage consisted of two garment bags and one duffle that had contained various clothes for daily wear. The daily wear items had been transferred to Master Thorin’s cabin and consisted of: two changes of exercise clothes, which were washed often. Three different casual outfits that she would rotate through. One cocktail dress, which had been used much more than she had expected. And one nightgown, which she hadn’t actually used since she had been claimed by Master Thorin as he required her to sleep naked.
Now the locker contained only the two garment bags and her travel documents. One of the garment bags contained a set of clothes appropriate for her destination, which she would not wear until the day she was to disembark. The other contained an evening gown, just in case she had an opportunity to use it. The bag also contained a pair of high heeled shoes, a faux pearl necklace and matching earrings. Not quite the high society dress that the captain might expect to see at his table but it wouldn’t be scandalous.
Christy pulled what she needed out of the locker, then sent it back into storage. She would dress back at Master Thorin’s cabin.
Dinner was served to the first class passengers in the main dining hall, as always. Eating and entertainment schedules were divided into three shifts which eased the load on the kitchen and dining hall, thus allowing it to be 1/3 the size. Thorin had had to make special arrangements to allow Christy to eat with him, as she was an E passenger and would normally have eaten in the cafeteria on the second ring. But such arrangements were not unusual and only amounted to a small extra payment.
Thorin had been assigned the third shift, while the captain ate on the second, which made this more like lunch than dinner. But the invitation was not to be ignored and now they were in the reception line along with the other guests who would also be dining with the captain.
“Mister Thorin Slobodin and his guest, Ms. Christy Smith.” The purser announced as they were presented to the captain.
“Pleased to make your acquaintance.” The captain said as he shook Thorin’s hand. Then, taking Christy’s hand and pulling it up to kiss the knuckles: “And such an exquisite creature as this is always welcome at my table!”
“Thank you, Sir.” Christy said politely, and waited patiently to get her hand back. The captain smiled, and held her hand much longer than was necessary, his eyes darting down to the cleavage her dress allowed to show. Christy squirmed a bit, knowing that Master Thorin was watching her. He could get terribly jealous and she had been punished severely for far less of an imagined infraction before.
“Come along!” Thorin said sternly as he tugged Christy away from the captain.
The meal was no different than the rest of the dining room was offered, but the wine was better. A selection from the captain’s private reserve. The conversation was nice, and Christy enjoyed the opportunity to converse with a different mix of people than they met at their usual dining table. But she was careful not to talk too much, as she was sure that she was already in for a session with that damn belt! No need to make it any worse.
“We will be dropping out of hyperspace tomorrow.” The captain announced. “Oh-nine-forty-Six. You may wish to have a seat at one of the viewing ports, the light show can be dazzling!”
“Out of hyperspace? Already?” the lady to Christy’s right asked. “I thought that we weren’t due for another month!”
“It seems my ship has been commandeered.” The captain groused. “Seems we need to make a drop in the Eron system. Not to worry, we don’t need to spend the week establishing orbit, it is just a flyby. No more than a day delay, tops. I might even be able to make that up with an expedited orbital approval when we do reach Kartar.”
“A drop?” a man asked. “You can do that without establishing orbit?”
“One of those high tech fast drop pods from the military.” The captain explained. “I just eject it from the hold at the right time and it takes care of the rest.”
“9:46” Christy said to her master. “Can we watch?”
“I don’t know.” Thorin said with a smirk. “You might be a bit tied up then.”
CRACK!
“OWWW!” Christy cried as the belt smacked her tender breasts for the umpteenth time.
“You liked showing them off to the captain!” Thorin scolded. “How do you like them now?”
CRACK! OWWWWW!
“Course I don’t know why he was so interested in looking at your tits, they’re so small!”
CRACK! OWWWWW!
Christy struggled, but it was to no avail as her arms were secured to the bed rail with ties at her wrists, elbows and armpits. She was naked, having been allowed to remove her evening gown and hang it properly before her punishment started. While Thorin enjoyed the dramatic flair of ripping a slave’s clothing from their body such practice wasn’t practical during an interstellar flight. After all, there might be cause to use the gown again before the voyage was over, and Thorin had to admit that he enjoyed seeing (and showing off) his slave in that gown.
CRACK!
“Who do you belong to?” Thorin demanded.
“You, Sir, for the duration of the voyage!” Christy replied.
There was that exclusion again. He responded with twenty hard lashes to her breasts, leaving her gasping and writing in her bonds. Damn, he wished that he could keep her, she was good! Obedient enough to trust, naughty enough to be fun, and damn she was a good fuck! But keeping her just wasn’t possible, he knew that. But he could enjoy her while he had her.
He tossed the belt aside and unzipped. Taking his cock in his hand he guided it inside her, thrusting it deep. Christy kicked her legs up, wrapped them around his waist and rode him, half supported by her arms tied to the bed rail, half supported by being impaled on his cock.
“Ah! AH! AHHH!” Christy moaned as her orgasm peaked, and still he thrust on. She wondered how he managed.
When at last he climaxed he untied her and helped her to his bed.
Christy awoke t 8:00 AM, carefully slipped out from Thorin’s embrace and padded quietly to the en-suite bathroom. Of all the luxuries that staying in a ‘B’ class cabin had entailed, having a private bath was her favorite. She knew that she would be parting company with Master Thorin that day and that this would be her last opportunity to enjoy the first class accommodations.
“SLAVE!” Thorin called out, a mixture of worry and displeasure in his voice.
“HERE MASTER!” Christy called back, hastily completing her ablutions.
“GET IN HER!” Thorin bellowed. “And bring that hairbrush!”
“Yes Master!” Christy called as she hurried back to where her master was waiting. She dropped to her knees, head bowed, holding the hairbrush out to her master. It was a simple modern brush made of plastic, but it had a flat back and sufficient weight that it made for a very effective paddle.
“Across my knees!” Thorin commanded as he took the hairbrush. Christy quickly draped herself over his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed.
“OW!” Christy cried out as the brush smacked her bare bottom.
“I expect you in my bed when I awake!” Thorin scolded.
“OW! YES SIR!” Christy cried.
“I might have just fucked you!” Thorin said as he rained a volley of swats upon her buttocks. “But now I am spanking you, then fucking you!”
“OW, OW, OW!”
His cock was already getting hard as he watched her ass bounce and jiggle after every swat. He liked how she cried out and thrashed about as he spanked her. Never so hard that she escaped, but enough to show that she was under some genuine distress. Not like that slave he’d had back on Kriton. She had been obedient enough, and was a good fuck, but she went all silent when he whipped her, just lying there like a rag doll. And not like of those good for nothing slaves that went all hysterical after a whipping. He could spank this ass all day long, except that now he wanted to fuck it. So he did.
“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” Christy moaned as Thorin’s thrusts pushed her hard against the edge of the bed, his cock thrusting deep inside her from behind. There was just enough friction of the bed covers against her clit to give her an extra bit of stimulation and her orgasm was approaching fast. Then he slapped her ass, which pushed her over the edge.
“AAHHHH!” Christy cried out. She clenched down hard, adding to the involuntary contractions of her kegel muscles, gripping his cock tightly.
“Oh, FUCK!” Thorin called out. Ordinarily he didn’t care if his slaved climaxed or not, but this slave made it worth his while! He had intended to just lubricate his cock in her pussy and then give it to her in her ass, but this was feeling every bit as tight and so good!* * * “Please Sir.” Christy pleaded. “We will be dropping out of hyperspace soon. I would really like to see it.”
“Seen one, seen them all.” Thorin replied. He was lying on his back, half sprawled on the bed, holding Christy close to him as he played with her tits. He liked how she winced when he squeezed a spot on her breast that was especially tender from the whipping he had given her last night. He was content to stay where he was.
“E passengers don’t have access to a view port.” Christy said. “And the ports available to C and D passengers aren’t much to speak of.”
“Have you been a passenger before?” Thorin asked. It occurred to him just then that he knew very little about this woman.
“Yes Sir.” Christy said. “I get sent around a lot, but never in first class! The hyperspace transition is such a sight, I will never get tired of it!”
“Very well!” Thorin agreed reluctantly. He would send her on alone except she wouldn’t be granted access to the viewport without him being present. She had made no other requests upon him so far, and after that epic fuck this morning, on top of the great one last night, he wouldn’t be ready to use her again for a while.
“Oh, Thank You Sir!” Christy beamed as she hopped up and donned the casual outfit for that day.
The viewports were essentially just a ‘bulge’ in the ship that had thick plastic windows. It was a short flight of stairs ‘down’ into the viewport, which technically put them at a longer radius from the center and thus at slightly higher centrifugal force, but it was only a small difference and easily adjusted to. The floor was still towards the outside of the ship. One side looked out in the direction of the ships bow, and the other towards the stern. The view now was a uniform light gray, as if the light from all the stars had been smoothed out into an even layer.
Ordinarily, the plume from the ships engines would be trailing behind them. Their contribution to the ship’s speed was minimal, intended primarily to keep the ship away from the instability point of hyperspace. But now the ship had swapped ends, the engines working hard to push them over that instability edge. Once they had dropped from hyperspace the gravitational accelerators on an outlying planet would grab hold and provide the massive forces required to make a dent in slowing from light speed.
The Gravitational Accelerators, or G. A.s, were what made interstellar travel feasible. While it was possible to accelerate a rocket into hyperspace with only its own propulsion system, the amount of fuel required made it impractical for all but the smallest ships and the G-forces involved were quite uncomfortable and required extensive physical training. At a nice, comfortable 1 G force it would take 355 days to reach light speed. Two G’s wasn’t too uncomfortable, except it would still take 178 days to reach a speed where the hyperspace jump could occur. Many people like roller coasters that provide up to 4 Gs of force, but for 89 days?
The G. A.s were a matrix of satellites that orbited a small planet or moon and could redirect and focus that planets natural gravity into a concentrated beam. The gravitational force worked equally on all aspects of a ship and it contents, and thus it could be accelerated at a tremendous rate while the passengers felt nothing, just as they felt nothing as the Sun accelerated them in a continuous arc of orbit.
Thorin and Christy entered the viewport at 9:15, a good half hour before the hyperspace transition. A steward took their drink orders; Thorin ordered a cocktail while Christy insisted that she only wanted water. Thorin chuckled, as he thought it was silly to adhere to the ‘no alcohol before noon’ policy when there was no sun to provide a ‘noon’ reference.
“Have a seat.” Thorin said, gesturing to one of the armchairs that was still available.
“I would rather stand, Sir!” Christy said with a smile, rubbing her backside lightly.
“SIT!” Thorin commanded.
“Yes Sir!” Christy replied and sat down, grimacing slightly as her tender buttocks contacted the seat.
The room slowly filled until there was standing room only, and then until it was becoming uncomfortably full. A countdown appeared on a view screen. When there was ten seconds left the ship began to shudder ever so slightly, and an occasional streak of light could be seen through the dim gray background. When the countdown reached 5 seconds the occasional streak turned into a stream. Two seconds earlier than predicted the entire galaxy burst into a dazzling Kaleidoscope of light and patterns.
There were the typical “oohs” and “ahhs”, then a modest applause a minute later when the seemingly random patterns differentiated themselves into stars and planets. One section of the viewport had automatically darkened, protecting the passengers from the intensity of the sun. After another couple of minutes people began to file out, those who had been standing typically leaving first. Thorin and Christy were the last to leave.
“Come along.” Thorin said to Christy. “I’ll address your disobedience, and then we can go get something to eat.”
“What disobedience?” Christy asked, which surprised Thorin, as she hadn’t disputed any of his disciplinary actions thus far.
“When we arrived!” Thorin said. “I had to tell you twice to sit! Remember?”
“Oh.” Christy said flatly. “Well, I am sorry, but I am not going to be able to serve you anymore.”
“The hell you say!” Thorin shot back. He reached to grab her arm, but she simply moved her arm and he grabbed nothing but air.
“Thank you very much for the accommodations.” Christy told him. “But I am leaving now.”
“You can leave when I say you can leave!” Thorin hissed. He lunged for her, but she moved so quickly that he completely missed. “Oh, you are so going to get it!”
“No.” Christy said calmly. “I agreed to serve you until the day I disembarked. Today is that day.”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Thorin snapped back. “We are still 20 days from our destination!
Thorin rushed her again, this time succeeding in getting ahold of her wrist. There was a blur of motion and suddenly she was behind him, holding his wrist painfully into the small of his back.
“This is my stop.” Christy insisted. “We can leave now on good terms. Don’t make me hurt you.”
“Fine!” Thorin spat. His wrist was released and Christy stepped back in front of him. Thorin looked at his wrist for a second, and then was swinging it hard, intending to backhand her across the face. Before he could react he found himself falling hard onto his butt, both his legs having been kicked out from under him. Christy turned and climbed the staircase, in a brisk but casual pace.
“Oh, we’ll see about this!” Thorin muttered to himself.
Christy made her way up to E deck, and then to her berth. She called for her locker and removed the garment bag that had not been touched thus far. Opening it, she removed the simple peasant’s dress, shift undergarment, and strap on sandals. Once she had changed she collected her documents and returned the locker.
“Sorry, Ma’am, this is a restricted area.” The crewman challenged.
“I am aware of that.” Christy said as she extended a document. The crewman took it and read it carefully.
“Give me a moment, I need to check with my superior.” The crewman touched a view screen, then after a series of wipes and touches a video window appeared with the face of someone who was obviously an officer.
“What is it?” the officer demanded, clearly annoyed.
“I have someone here who is claiming to be an agent.” The crewman said. “There is a document, something about a pod insertion?”
“Well, it is about time he showed up!” the officer complained. “I don’t understand why his identity had to be kept secret in the first place. Cutting things damn short if you ask me.”
“Uh,” the crewman stuttered. “It is a ‘she’, Sir.”
“I don’t care if it’s and ‘it’, get her moving! The sooner we get that pod pushed out, the sooner we can be on our way!”
“Yes Sir!” The crewman said as he handed the document back to Christy. He pointed down the corridor, which was totally unnecessary as there was only one way to go.
Christy followed the corridor to the elevator that took her to the inner most cargo ring. Here the artificial gravity was negligible, and moving about was a ‘push off and bounce’ motion rather than walk.
“You’re the one going in this pod?” another crewman asked.
“Yep!” Christy said.
“You got more balls then I do!” He joked. “A one way fiery decent, and hope the retro rockets actually work? No thanks!”
“Worked for me every time so far.” Christy assured him.
The pod was roughly 7 meters in length and 2 meters in diameter. Christy knew that when it reached the ground it would only be 5 meters in length and 1-1/2 meters in diameter, the rest of it will have been burned away. As long as it didn’t get to less than 4 meters long she would be okay. She climbed in, closed the hatch behind her, and powered up the systems.
“Ready” She said into the communication channel.
“Good luck” an anonymous voice said back. Christy could feel the small bumps and jars as the pod was manipulated to the air lock. It took a couple of minutes for the air lock to cycle and the outer door to open. A mechanical arm pushed the pod out, allowing it to drift slowly away.
The interstellar ship’s engines had been idled back, and the GA’s had also ceased their pull. Christy’s tiny pod drifted slowly away from the massive ship until the spacing was sufficient for the thrusters on the pod to activate. When the distance between the two had increased significantly the ship’s engines ramped up to full power and the two started separating at a much higher rate.
Soon after the GA’s that had been slowing the Interstellar ship focused instead on the tiny pod. With an even more concentrated beam the pod would slow quickly, and drop towards the planet just now becoming visible to the naked eye. Not that the pod had a window. The G. A.s would continue their pull on the tiny pod until the angle intersected the planet, at which point it could do no more and the rest would be up to basic orbital mechanics.
Meanwhile, another set of GA’s focused on the ship to accelerate it back to light speed, and on into hyperspace. Before it moved out of range Christy sent one last message to it, which would in turn be forwarded to her base.
“This is agent K-86-359. Status report: Successfully exited from interstellar travel. No travel incidents to report. Various personal belongings abandoned on the ship. They are of no significant value and have no security concerns. Please arrange to have them discarded. No expense report required: no charges were made to onboard account. I am in good health and ready for action. Next report will be from Eron planet surface once uplink has been established. Agent K-86-359 out.”
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