Chapter 3: Binx

The lowest level of the ship is the cargo hold, and it’s filled with stacks upon stacks of metal crates. The ones on the bottom are magnetically latched to the floor of the hold, and the ones on top are latched to the crates beneath them, so that nothing will shift during flight. They are filled, Rek tells me, with all manner of luxury goods bound for the distant planet of Caldera.

“Mostly wine,” he explains. “The climate on Caldera isn’t suited for cultivating grapes, but that hasn’t stopped the expanding population from wanting a nice glass of Cabernet from time to time. So, somebody has to ship it to them.”

“And that somebody is you.”

Rek places a finger under my chin and tilts my face up toward his. Then he gives me a smile that almost melts me where I stand.

“That somebody is us,” he says. “For the duration of this voyage, you’re as much a part of the crew as me and Traven. We wouldn’t be able to do this without you, Binx. I mean that.”

My heart starts pounding hard. Maybe it’s because this is the first time Rek has touched me like that. Or maybe it’s because I’m thinking about my duties as a crew member.

I say, “I just hope I can do a good job.”

Rek brushes his thumb lightly across my bottom lip.

“You’re going to be perfect. I can tell.”

Well crap. So much for my panties. I’m just glad I have a heavy trench coat covering my chest so Rek can’t see the sudden stiffness in my nipples. Not that it really matters, I suppose. He’s going to be seeing that soon enough. And a whole lot more.

For a moment, I think he might lean down and kiss me, and the thought sends a rash of goosebumps rippling over my skin. Then I remember the rules stated on WarpSeekers.com. This is supposed to be a strictly professional engagement. As such, romantic contact has to wait until we’ve passed through the Warpgate.

After that, all bets are off.

“Come,” Rek says. “Let me show you the rest of the ship.”

He takes me by the hand and leads me over to the side of the cargo hold. There’s a metal staircase curving along the inside of the hull. I follow him up it.

The next two levels are much like the first, filled with row upon row of stacked-up metal crates. It’s difficult to tell from the inside, but it seems like almost two-thirds of the ship is reserved for cargo.

After that, we arrive at the living area.

It’s a big, circular space structured around a central pillar. There’s a kitchen area with a large pantry, an enormous, fully-stocked fridge, and a massive island of brushed steel. Nearby stands a dining table big enough for seven or eight people. More than enough room for a crew of three. Beyond that, there’s an extensive workout area with weights, punching bags, and cardio equipment. And finally, a lounge area with big, comfortable looking couches and chairs.

I was expecting cramped quarters and minimal amenities. This is a pleasant surprise.

“Looks great,” I say.

“We like to travel in comfort. Now let me show you the bedroom.” A faint smile shades the corner of his mouth. “That’s where we’ll be spending most of our time, after all.”

I follow him upstairs with my heart in my throat.

The living area exceeded my expectations, but the bedroom takes my breath away completely. It occupies an entire level of the ship, and it’s shaped like a rounded triangle. The ceiling is high, well over twenty feet, and the slightly slanted walls are lined with imager screens that are currently displaying a panoramic view of an ocean, complete with a blue sky and white, fluffy clouds. Hidden speakers fill the air with the gentle lapping of waves and the distant cry of gulls. The scene is so realistic, I can practically smell the sea breeze.

It’s the bed, however, that really draws my attention.

The circular mattress dominates the center of the room like a massive birthday cake iced in creamy white satin and decorated with berry-red pillows in a whole assortment of shapes and sizes. It looks big enough to sleep a family of ten--more than enough room for a single woman and two big, warp-touched males.

But then, sleeping isn’t this bed’s primary purpose.

I swallow hard.

This is where it’s all going to happen. This is where Rek and his partner Traven will strip me bare and defile my body in ways I’ve only imagined in my darkest and most shameful fantasies. They will take turns spreading me and filling me in ways no man has ever done before. They will share me between them, and I will take everything they give me. Every inch. Every drop.

That will be my duty for the next three days.

I will fulfill it to the best of my ability.

The truth is, I have no choice in the matter. This is the only option left to me. Though Rek does not realize it, my life depends on him now, and so do the lives of billions of innocent people. I will offer my body and my dignity so that others may live in peace. No one will ever know of my sacrifice, not even the two men who will share me on this bed.

“Is there a problem?” Rek asks. “Is the room not to your liking?”

I realize I’ve been staring at the bed for several seconds now with a worried expression on my face. I quickly switch to the best smile I can muster.

“No problem,” I say, trying to sound casual. “It looks perfect.”

“Good.”

He gestures toward the imager screens lining the walls.

“The displays can be set to almost any background you can think of. Nomad, show us the list of environments, please.”

A menu appears on one of the three walls.

“See anything you like?” he asks.

“Um...” I scan the menu for a second. “A forest waterfall sounds nice.”

“Good choice. Nomad, set the environment to forest waterfall, please.”

The scene of the ocean fades away, and suddenly it’s as if we are standing on the bank of a crystal pond, surrounded on all sides by green, forested slopes. A waterfall is pouring down one of the screens, and the soft, soothing white-noise of falling water fills the room.

“That’s amazing,” I whisper..

“We’ve got a pretty good library of movies too. Traven’s kind of a film buff. His favorite is John Wick.”

“Oh, nice. I love the old classics.”

“Great. Oh, and one more thing... Nomad, switch to camera mode.”

The forest and roaring waterfall disappear, only to be replaced by three images of the bed viewed from three different angles. I can see myself and Rek standing in the background.

Those images are live.

“There are cameras in here?” I ask, glancing around at the walls.

“Don’t worry,” says Rek. “It’s only a live feed. We’re not recording. What happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom. It’s just, well... sometimes it can be fun to watch ourselves.”

A sudden rush of heat fills my face, and I desperately try to will it away. I’m supposed to be an experienced Warp companion. I shouldn’t be blushing at the thought of watching myself have sex with two men at the same time.

“Alright,” I say. “I’m willing to do anything you want.”

Rek touches my chin again, and tilts my face toward his, the same way he did downstairs in the hold.

“Hey,” he says. “This isn’t just about what Traven and I want. You’re allowed to enjoy yourself too, you know.”

My answer comes out like a squeak.

“I’m sure I will.”

Rek smirks. He holds my gaze for a moment, then he turns and gestures to the three walls. Each one has a door set into it.

“Closet’s over there,” he says, and he glances at my suitcase. “I know you brought your own things, but we have some additional outfits that you’re welcome to. And this door over here is the bathroom. Come on, let’s take a look.”

I leave my small suitcase by the bed and follow after Rek. He presses a panel on the wall, and the door whooshes open. The room on the other side is shaped almost like a half moon, with a row of sinks, a large mirror, a tub so big you could almost swim laps in it, and--

I gasp audibly.

At the side of the room, standing beneath the spray of a showerhead and veiled in a cloud of thick steam, stands the biggest man I’ve ever seen in my life. He’s as tall as Rek, but even more heavily muscled, and his skin has the same pale, bluish-silver hue.

I can tell, because he’s completely naked.

His back is to the door, and the water sluices down his spine and into the deep cleft of his big, round, bubble-butt. His legs are two pillars of muscle. His arms are deadly weapons. On his right shoulder is a swirling purple tattoo similar to the one around Rek’s arm.

“Yo, Traven,” Rek says. “We have company.”

The showering warper turns around, and I see that he has a short, black beard like Rek does, but his face is different, his features more rough hewn, his dark eyes set deep beneath a pair of thunderous brows. I meet those eyes for precisely one nanosecond before my gaze drops to his lower body and the enormous thing that is hanging between his legs.

It does not hang for long.

As I watch in astonishment, that massive member starts to lift with arousal, and in the space of three quick heartbeats, it is fully erect and pointing straight up toward the ceiling of the bathroom. Thick veins line the enormous shaft, throbbing with the warper’s steady pulse.

He shuts off the shower and stalks toward me, huge, naked, and dripping.

My instincts tell me to back away from him, but I know I mustn’t do that. An experienced warp companion would never flee from a male such as this. Somehow, I manage to keep my feet planted beneath me, even when I feel his hard, wet cock pressing against the front of my trench coat.

He takes my chin between his massive fingers and turns my face to one side, then the other.

He growls.

“This is not the woman we ordered.”

To be continued!
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