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I was sleeping soundly in my heaven. I was flying through space with the stars streaming by, not a care in the world. This was all until a loud beeping noise ripped me from my peaceful slumber.

"What the fuck?!" I shouted, covering my ears. It wasn't coming from the cockpit. It was coming from the cargo hold.

"Ohh shit," I swore out loud, running up the rungs of the ladder.

The blaring alarm was coming from the cryopod. Red lights flashed on the monitors.

"Are you fucking absolutely fucking joking right now?" I shouted, running to the door.

Error. Error. Error. The machine flashed.

"Defrost in progress, " A robotic voice sounded from the monitor.

"What?? What?? No!! " I yelled at the computer. I could see his vitals were increasing. He was waking up.

I frantically punched in my codes over and over to stop the defrost. It didn't respond. The alarm kept beeping. I couldn't stop it. The machine was malfunctioning. Fuck, why didn't I upgrade this pod? The safety override was to start the defrost if there was any malfunction. It's safer for the one in the pod. However, it is not safer for me.

The screen continued the countdown.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

I tried to reset the machine, but it didn't work. I shut off the power and flipped it back on. Nothing worked. The defrost was already underway.

I ran to the back storage of my ship, my bare feet slapping on the metal floor. I opened the door and grabbed a heavy cargo chain. I dragged it all the way back to the cargo hold. I took an end of the chain and locked it to a connection on the the back wall. I dragged the other end over to the cryopod and waited.

The cryopod lid opened and tilted forward. It then, unceremoniously, dumped my bounty straight on the floor. I quickly attached the chain to his wrist manacles before he came to.

He took a few harsh breaths as he crouched on his forearms. I swallowed. I was not prepared to speak to this person again. I was planning on just handing him off in the cryopod once we got to our destination. No muss, no fuss. This plan was over.

Once his breathing steadied, he slowly stood up. He was massive. His body was cut with muscle that was used, not just built in the gym. Tattoos and scars crisscross his torso, neck and splashed across his face. I could see he had a few silver teeth through his grimace. A metal fixater held his eyebrow bone together above his right eye. His shaggy, chin length hair was dark with grey coming in at the sides. It was hard to tell his true age. His bounty listed him in his 50's, but they're not always the most reliable. He had a truly monstrous appearance.

"You!" he snarled the moment his lungs held enough air.

I leapt back as he started for me, the chain tightened on his manacles and stopped him short. I kept myself from giggling. He looked like a little pet on a leash. Or a really big, terrifying pet.

"Your cryopod failed." I told him, forcing myself to be serious. The irony was that I was standing there in my sheer white crop top and black thong. Not the most serious outfit.

"You'll have to ride the old-fashioned way." My eyes lingered over him for a second as I mentioned riding.

"You're a fucking bounty hunter?" He spit out in disbelief. "Fuck me. I should have known. My mug doesn't do well with women." He lamented to himself. His huge muscles flexed as he curled inwards to grab his head. I knew he was reeling from the defrost sickness. It was like a horrible hangover. He looked equally miserable and pissed.

I stood there, a million really bad ideas ran through my head as I watched him. I squashed them down as I went to get water, food, and a blanket for him. I would be out a lot of credits if he died before his delivery. I slipped him the sustenance then closed the hold door. I reset the inside temperature and locked the door with a fingerprint and my security code.

Well that's annoying, I thought to myself. I'm all horny again.

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He glared at me anytime I walked by. I got a little kick out of it, though. Tormenting him was becoming a fun little game for me. I would see him eyeing me as I did my tasks around the ship. I couldn't tell if he would choose to fuck me or to kill me first, if given the opportunity. I tried to keep my slutty behavior under control, but was difficult. I hadn't been with another person in a long while. It was too bad the snatch job was rushed. That would have been a nice break.

He was banging on the door, demanding access to my shower. I could hear him clear across my ship. I was mid stream in my cute little outfit. I had on an itty bitty pleated skirt and a little top tied around my cleavage. Neither piece concealed much.

I'm annoyed again, I thought. I had just pulled out some toy options.

I stomped over to the cargo hold, holding my camera.

"I would love it if you could not do that while I'm filming." I snapped into the intercom.

"Are you telling me," He smirked, "That the bounty hunter who caught me is also a professional slut?" He said with amusement.

"A girl can have multiple interests."I replied, fighting my body's flush. I picked up one of my guns and pointed it at his head while I opened the door and unclasped his chain.

"Go now." I gestured to my bathroom with the gun. He started at me for a brief second, then walked to the bathroom. I heard the clothing sterilizer turn on just before the water. I tried not to picture what he would look like in my shower. All wet. And naked. He was done quickly and came out redressed, with damp hair.

"When you get tired of your toys and want me to hate fuck you till we can't walk, you know where to find me." he said, his voice low and gravely. "And I don't mind the audience." He said as he retreated to the cargo hold. His offer shot electricity up my body. My hand trembled as I locked the door. I forced myself to steady. I would not give him the satisfaction of knowing the effect he had on me.

I straighten up and walked off to my current filming area in the living room. I turned my cameras back on and hit "LIVE." I really needed to release some energy. Desperately.

We got through another few days of travel without incident, other than my sex drive. It was going to send me to an early grave. The sooner I make this drop, the better. I thought to myself. I couldn't help it. I loved how he stared at me with lust and hate as I pranced around my lingerie and costumes. I filmed out in the open, curious if he could hear any of it. I was so horny from being such a slut in front of him and torturing him was absolutely delightful. My thoughts occasionally wandering to what he would do if he escaped from his cell.

I got dressed in my all black flight suit. I get a lot of requests to film in my captain's chair. It was always popular. The fact that it was within eye line of the cargo hold, well that was just a coincidence, I lied to myself as I got ready. I did my makeup: darkening my eyes, adding lashes, and painting my lips red. I left my hair down, rolling over my shoulders and down my back. My reflection looked perfect. I unzipped the jump suit below my cleavage. Then a little more.

I headed over to front of my ship to get set up. He was once again staring angrily at me, his arms crossed in front of his chest. He didn't move but his eyes crawled up and down my body.

I stood square in front of him and slowly reached up and unzipped my flight jacket. Slowly, all the way down past my navel. I turned around, my back facing him, and I pulled the top off of my shoulders and pulled my arms out of the sleeves, dropping it around my waist as I walked back to my captain's chair. I turned on my camera and started the feed.

I stood on the opposite side of the chair blocking my cargo's view of anything below my shoulders. I turned and sat on the captain's chair, leaned back. I arched up to pull my suit over my ass and off of my legs. I dangled my bare feet over each armrest, knowing he could see them on either side of the chair. I grabbed the head rest and arched my back again, letting my viewers see all of me. And letting my bounty know exactly what I was doing.

I was so fucking horny. I rubbed and pinched my hard nipples, trying to draw things out, but it was too much. I needed contact. I needed to soothe my aching body. I turned on my vibrator and pushed it between my legs. I cried out as my body jolted from the contact. I whimpered as I got used to the strong vibrations. I rubbed it back and forth over my slit, then higher. I started to concentrate the vibrations on my clit. All I could think about was him watching me while I provided my needy body with relief. It felt so good. My body started to tighten. My toes stretched.

And then my vibrator died.

I stood up and threw it against the wall. It smashed into a million pieces.

"Fuck!!" I screamed, after my ruined orgasm.

I could hear muffled laughing from the cargo tank.

I swung for the switch on the dash, turning on the intercom.

"Do you have something to say?" I demanded, panting into the microphone.

"Now you know how I feel." He said though the speaker.

"How is that?" I snapped. "I'm turning off oxygen in the holding cell."

He chuckled darkly.

"You know that desperate need your pussy is feeling right now?" He rumbled. "I've been locked in a cage by a hot and fucking ruthless babe half my age, prancing around in the tiniest little outfits while streaming slutty content." Static breaking up his voice.

"And your whimpering. Fuck. The whimpering. The noises you make are the most exquisite sounds I've ever heard." He groaned. "So yes, I am also sexually frustrated," he snarled through the comm.

"I didn't realize my poor cargo was in such agony," I taunted.

"Come closer and find out." he challenged.

I pulled my jumpsuit back not, not bothering to zip it, before walking over to him.

He was an absolute brute: the tattoos and scars swirling around his body made him even more scary. I watched his muscles ripple as he tugged at his restraints. His jaw was clenched and covered in stubble.

"Tell me your woes." I said into the comm as I walked up to the glass.

"I have been inhumanely kept during my transportation." He said. The low reverberations of his voice came through glass.

"Babe, I hate to break it to you, but you're cargo at the moment." I said, pulling up the bounty on my tablet. I tapped at his picture with my long nail.

"Salt in the wound" he said.

"Still bitter I see about the capture?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm fucking bitter.'" He slammed his hand into the glass. "I thought with my dick and ended up in the cargo hold of some crazy bitch's ship." He continued, "Not only did you make me believe you wanted to fuck me, which by the way is emotionally devastating to find out is not true, but then you tease me constantly, and enjoy torturing me. You lured me in, then you twisted the knife with your moans and screams for your audience. You getting off on them watching you. It's so fucking slutty and it's so fucking hot. The torture is unbearable. I can't even reach my cock in these cuffs."

He slammed the metal manacles into the glass over his head. His massive body dwarfed mine as I stood there. His ridiculously defined abs flexed as his ripped shirt rode up. The pants containing his growing bulge, were slung low on his hips. The body hair creeping up from under his pants curled up over his belly button. A gunshot wound that was poorly healed and full of scar tissue went over his left hip.

"Baby girl," he said, looking down at me with his hands still resting on the glass over his head. "You know I can fuck you how you want and how you desperately need to be fucked." he said, his eyes dilating while fixed on mine.

"Tell me." I said, barely keeping the desperation out of my voice.

"I'm going to eat your pussy like I haven't been fed our entire voyage. Once your juices have lathered my tongue and coated my throat sufficiently enough to ease my thirst, I will suck your clit and lash my tongue across the surface until your thighs cut off my air, just like how you wanted to. When you try to come down, I won't let you. You'll cry and you'll scream from the overstimulation, the pain, but it won't do much good. I can easily keep you still. I will grip onto your thighs and keep lapping your pussy until the torture turns to pleasure. Then, just before you come again, I'm gonna spank the shit out of your perfect ass again until my hands get tired. I'll drag you by your hair and push your face down into your bed while I get behind you. I won't be gentle when I grab your hips to line up my cock or when I push all the way inside of you. Once I am fully seated inside your hot pussy, I'll pull you up against my chest with my fist wrapped around your neck. I will to keep you pressed against me while I slam into you harder and harder, over and over, making your giant tits bounce. I'll have to hold back from cumming deep inside of you while you make your throaty little whimpers and screams. I'll tighten my hold around your throat, making you choke and making you tighten on my cock, while I keep pounding you. I won't stop till I've made you cum so many times you can't see straight. If you make me cum before I'm finished with you, don't think I won't just keep fucking you till I get hard again. All for your audience to watch. Their favorite little slut getting fucked all the ways they wish they could." he finished.

My mouth was agape. My wetness was building.

"Promise?" I asked him, only a tiny bit of joking in my voice.

"I swear on my mother's life and in front of every god I've ever heard of," he said breathlessly.

"If you kill me, I'm gonna be so fucking pissed." I told him. Shrugging off the top of my jumpsuit, letting my tits, tumble out. He sucked in a breath.

"The cuffs stay on." I said as I propped up my camera.

"Kinky, he said. I smiled a bit then turned around to tug my jumpsuit off my ass, letting him watch me bend over while I pulled it off, giving him a perfect view of my ass. I stood in front of the glass completely naked.

"LIVE."

I slammed the open button on the cargo door with my palm.

As soon as the door opened, he was immediately on me. He picked me up, even with his hands bound together and threw me up on the lid of his cryopod. I was on my back as he pushed between my legs, using his bound hands and his face to open them. He buried his rough face in my opening. Fuck it felt so good, the roughness up against my soft skin. He ran his tongue up and down my slit.I could feel it everywhere all over me as he devoured me. His tongue lapping over me like a starving animal. I could feel him tonguing my entrance, greedy for more of my juices. I whimpered as he pushed his tongue inside me. He groaned into me. He tongue fucked my hole with a few more thrusts before moving upwards. His experience with our substantial age difference was so evident and so good.

"Fuck, your pussy tastes so good and you're so so tight." He moaned. He dipped back and sucked my clit into his mouth. Hard. I screamed, and my hands flew to his head as he caressed my clit gently with the tip of his tongue. Dispelling the sharp sensation. My body was already shaking as he started sucking my clit into his mouth and letting it pop out in between flicking his tongue across the swollen surface. I looked down to watch this brutal killing machine worshiping my body with his mouth. It was so fucking hot.

"Yes, Daddy. Yes," I cried out, calling him the name I used in my head.

He growled in response. The vibrations made my body tense, and the orgasm took hold. I cried out, my fingers gripping his hair tightly as my body shuddered. As promised, he did not stop.

"Fuck daddy fuck daddy. Fuckk. I can't take it," I cried, but he didn't stop. My body jerked and spasmed at the over stimulation. He held me down, even with his arms tethered together, he had no problem.

"Daddy, daddy," my desperate cries soon became needy and begging. The pain and pleasure mixed together and sent me straight into another orgasm.

"Daddy I'm gonna come." He stopped and pulled back. I cried out for him. His restraints were getting in the way of our previous plans. He pulled me with him as he sat on big crate and I followed him up, swinging my knee over him to straddle his lap. I reached down to undo his pants for him while his wrists were still shackled. I pulled them down to free his cock. It was massive with a huge girth.

"Holy fucking shit, "I gasped. "This is going to hurt so bad." I told him, starting to stroke him with my hand. "I've never taken a cock like his before."

"You can take it, baby." He told me, his throat tight with anticipation. "You like when it when it hurts." I nodded.

I threw an arm around his neck and then slid down gently, pushing him inside me as I lowered onto him. He groaned and dropped his head back. It felt so good and it hurt just as bad.

I whimpered. I rocked my hips forward wanting more. He had so much more to give. I held on tightly to his shirt as I slid further down on him. My pussy was being ripped apart.

"Daddy, your cock is so big." I cried, wrapping my arms around his neck. My expression was pained as I stared into his eyes.

"Fuck Princess you have the tightest fucking pussy I've ever fucked. I don't deserve you. You're an absolute fucking perfect goddess. I don't deserve you or your pussy," he groaned out. A matched expression of tension on his face.

I started rocking back and forth to slide him in and out of me, pleasure starting to overtake the pain. I looked down and realized he was only about halfway inside me at the most.

I don't know how I'm going to take anymore. I thought. But I want more.

"You're the most beautiful, sexiest creature in the entire universe." He gritted out through his teeth while I rode him. I slowly fucked myself deeper and deeper on this cock.

"Fuck, daddy." I groaned out, tightening my grip on him as I started riding harder. The needy desperate mewing noises and begging made him start thrusting up to meet me.

"Yes, daddy fuck me fuck my pussy," I cried as he thrusted hard, fully sheathing himself inside of me. I screamed and held tight to him as he started thrusting up unto me. He started thrusting harder. I had to hold on tightly to keep from going flying.

He slammed into me over and over again, launching me up before I came straight back down on his cock, my orgasm was close as I was slammed up and down by his cock. I screamed over and over. Screaming for him, screaming that my pussy couldn't take it, screaming for the pain and the pleasure. When I thought I couldn't take anymore, my body seized, and my eyes crossed as my body tightened, then exploded. Wave after wave of orgasm rolled over me. I could feel my pussy pulsing on his massive cock as I came hard. I couldn't even breathe for what felt like an eternity. The room started to come into focus and I could feel him tensing underneath me.

I hopped off of him, he grunted in frustration, reaching for me. But I dropped quickly to my knees in front of him. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and ran my hands up and down his shaft trying to force his cock further into my mouth and throat. I could feel him tense again. All I wanted was him to make a mess all over me. And he did. He grasped my hair as he unloaded all over my face and into my mouth. There was so much cum, it dripped down my neck and chest. I looked up at him from my knees, covered in ropes and ropes of his cum.

He stared down at me in a mixture of adoration and disbelief, breathing hard. I looked up at him while I licked his cum off of fingers like a cat. He was so hot and monstrous standing over me.

My head was floaty and blissed out while I was dropped far into sub space. I licked his inner thigh while watching him watch me. I nipped his sensitive skin. He gripped a fist full of my hair raising me to my knees. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. He leaned down holding my eye contact then spit into my mouth. I moaned and swallowed his spit.