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  Cede wasn’t a pirate, but like one he was out here on the spinning planet looking for treasures. The irony was very amusing even to Cede Nazzzuuh himself. He had tried many many times before to visualize himself as a space pirate but no matter how hard he tried he could not force his mind to conjure an image of himself in a small, gloomy and tattered old pirate ship.

  Not him.

  He couldn’t be a filthy pirate scum even if he willed it. God himself would not allow it; he created him for bigger and better things. If he dared be a pirate, the skies would fall.

  His thoughts wandered off to his brother aboard the Maztica again. Zcadec told him not to contact him out here but Cede had to. He had to ask for an extra day to top the three days Zcadec had already secured him. He had a feeling that the lost planet had many treasures in waiting for him to discover. It was going to contribute a lot to his private museum.

  Cede collected artworks and tons of other various objects. He enjoyed collecting stuff. It made him happy – besides, he had nothing important to do.

  He took out his telzomh, a sleek handheld mobile touch device used to make data transfers, video and audio calls, and typed a quick short text message to his brother then put the device away. Immediately after, he reached for the touch TV remote lying on the small glass table in front of him and pressed a button. The large 3D screen mounted on the wall to the far side of the room came to life. A high definition image of a beautiful twentyish looking young woman filled the screen. The slender babe on the screen was at least five feet tall with a very smooth reddish-brown skin so perfect it looked like that of a doll. She had slightly large virescent eyes with incredibly long eyelashes. Her abundant silky hair, dark green in color and almost reaching to her waist, dangled slightly crazy but beautifully, as she tried hard to keep up with her father's fast paced strides. The flawless girl, who Cede knew too well as he used to fantasize about her every time she appeared on television broadcasts, had large breasts and a slim waist with wide and curvy round hips. She was wearing remarkably high heeled, green long boots reaching to her knees matching her hair. Her skimpy dress was very colorful and extremely short – it looked good on her though, and fitted her perfectly as if it'd been tailored on her. She’d fully gone out and did what the sophisticated Ekcyrien fashionistas referred to as ‘color blocking’ in their native tongue. The style looked perfect on her.

  “Authorities urge anyone with information that may help find Tilyhn to come forward." The newscaster continued with the news on the television, unconcerned about those like Cede who had just tuned on to the news now.

  "Still on the same story, President Hokrry Taetel, who have been absent from office these past eight days since Tilyhn went missing, is rumored to be extremely hurting and sick at heart due to the sudden disappearance of his one and only daughter. Some members within the Ekcyrien Council are already hinting that the president is not fit to lead our race and should retire from office to deal with his personal issues. Among those suggesting that is the vice-president himself, Dencu Jhonh who-”

  Cede had heard enough. It was not news to him. The same story had been on almost all broadcasts the whole week. He nonchalantly touched the same button on the remote as before and the television screen became blank. He stood up and went into the kitchen. He paused in front of the large refrigerator for a moment, studying its contents, then pulled its transparent door open and grabbed a cold beer. He kicked the glass door closed and walked back into the living room. He collapsed on the couch again and stayed there enjoying his cold beer in silence, relaxed and thinking about this and that.

  “Your movements and sounds disturbed my precious nap.” Cede looked up. A half-naked woman with long dark green hair, and wearing a man’s shirt, his shirt, walked into the room. The shirt was large and loose on her.

  He just stared at her, speechless and surprised.

  He didn’t expect it.

  She was here. She didn’t try her silly escape attempts today.

  The young woman paused by the middle of the room for a few seconds waiting for him to say something. Cede ignored her.

  She gave up and stormed off into the kitchen where she also came back with a beer. She passed through the living room without a glance at him and disappeared into the passage going further into Cede’s quarters. Her huge round hips swaying this way and the other, making her look from behind like a python as she walked away. After a brief moment Cede stood up and followed her deeper into the cabin.

  Certainly that was an invitation.

  He was going to have her, though he would not be surprised if she tried to refuse him as usual. He was used to it. The cries and pleas never stopped him anyway. They meant nothing, and they were never going to stop him. When was she going to stop fighting it? Cede wondered. She was his and he was to ravage her, enjoy her sweet sweet pleasures until he decided otherwise, and it was not going to be anytime soon. She just had to give up the hopes of ever escaping. She was his. She was never going to escape – Tilyhn had tried many times but failed.

  The bedroom door slid open quietly and Cede walked in. Tilyhn lay on his bed sipping on the cold beer she just took from the fridge.

  That’s my girl. She is laying there waiting on me.

  Awesome.

  She is finally facing reality that there is nothing she can do.

  Cede rejoiced silently.

  "This is a surprise. You are here not out there trying to make an escape?” He asked not even slightly trying to mask his sarcasm.

  “I’m tired of always trying to escape, only to be recaptured by your goons before I even make it out of this cursed ship." Tilyhn replied. She had tried stealing one of Cede’s smaller spacecruisers to flee but his bodyguards always stopped her before she could even make it out of the Lilzaint, Cede’s enormous crab-like ship the size of two soccer fields. Cede was filthy rich. Evil too. He was Ekcyr’s most feared crime lord. A very bad Mafioso who did pretty much what he wanted, whenever and however he wanted. His connections within the Ekcyrien government protected him.

  Nobody could touch him.

  It was eight full days now since he abducted Tilyhn. She was a very beautiful girl – he’d lusted for her the very first time he set his eyes on her a year ago when her father was sworn in to be planet Ekcyr’s 1000th president. The fact that she was the president’s daughter had made her even more beautiful and attractive. That is when he had decided he would make her his. He was like that. A collector. He always claimed everything that fascinated him no matter what. He loved collecting trophies and other objects he fancied around him.

  Cede crossed the room for the dressing table to the far side. He took a lengthy sip from his beer, emptied it then set the empty bottle down at the top of the dressing table. He slowly removed his laser handgun and placed it besides the empty bottle, studying his own reflection in the mirror as he did so.

  Cold eyes, broad shoulders and a very thick neck, he knew the forty-year-old man staring back at him exceedingly well. He turned from the mirror and leaned against the dressing table to face Tilyhn.

  She looked untroubled and too relaxed.

  That slightly bothered him. Just eight hours earlier she was screaming and shouting insults at him, crying while he forcefully had her, what could have changed in eight hours?

  "So you won’t try to escape anymore?” Cede asked her.

  “No I won’t.” Tilyhn replied.

  “You think I’m stupid. I don’t believe it.” The evil alien mafia boss commented.

  Tilyhn stood up and crossed the room to his side by the mirror in response. She put her half-full beer next to his empty bottle on the dressing table, intentionally rubbing her thigh against his in the process.

  Cede wondered if he was dreaming. She was actually inviting him to fuck her. As if to validate his thoughts, she started to unbutton the shirt she had on in a very casual manner - his shirt, and stripped it off - exposing her beautiful body completely. She dropped it to the floor by her feet and stood th
ere exposed in front of him. No panties or G-string whatsoever. Her firm large breasts stared back at him, tempting and inviting Cede to take them in his big man hands and start doing things that he alone was capable of doing to them. He grabbed her half-empty beer and gulped it down in a matter of seconds trying to distract himself, fighting the strong urge to reach out and grab her tempting boobs. Just the sight of them had already triggered reactions in his body - he could feel a strong lustful urge starting to swell and build up inside him.

  Tilyhn playfully lunged for his flyer and started to unzip it, gazing in his eyes while doing so. Her delicate feminine long fingers found his manhood. She grabbed it and began to stroke it kindly. Cede was starting to relax and enjoy it when her magic hand retired from his manhood and she started to loosen his leather belt. She yanked his pants down to his knees then pulled back and retreated backwards to bed – sexily wetting her lips with her tongue daring him to come over. Cede bent down and began to unlace his long boots. In reality, it took him only fifteen seconds but to him the few seconds seemed like eternity. He kicked the boots off eventually, but stayed where he was his mind burning with questions.

  What’s happening? What got into her today? What’s up?

  Something was not right. Or could he be dreaming? What was her play? Cede asked himself. Was she planning to distract him to snatch his laser gun lying on the dressing table next to him? If so then she would fail. He was on guard. Whatever she had planned didn’t matter, he was Cede. What could she do to him? Nothing. He had no reason to be worried.

  His penis was swelling fast. He could feel the blood pumping throughout his body. It didn’t take long before he lost control and got sucked into fantasy world.

  There were lots of pink flowers around, but violets were so few. A pure and fresh garden scent hung in the air… Tilyhn was kissing him hard and devotedly, filling the fresh smelling air into his lungs. He cupped her beautiful head between his hands, gazed into her eyes then kissed her on the lips for the millionth time.

  Her full juicy lips locked on to his, not wanting to let go.

  His heart was throbbing and lungs burning, longing for air. He pulled back, cutting the long kiss to take a few quick deep breaths. His hands then locked around her tiny waist, pulling her to him, bringing her more closer. Cede's magic fingers were busy at work doing what they did best.

  Tilyhn moaned softly.

  He was pressing the right buttons, and her eyes were becoming duller with each passing moment, in response to each and every thrust from his fingers - and she was swaying, slowly losing herself to the pleasure, letting all her weight onto his other arm supporting and keeping her from falling…

  Fantasy melted. Tilyhn was still staring at him from bed. Waiting. Her piercing stare seeing straight to his soul. Cede didn’t move an inch, he stayed where he was. His thoughts were still racing from here to there. She rose and started towards him, her moves calculated and precise. With every step she took, Cede got weaker than he was the previous step; his insides were becoming watery at a steady rate.

  He couldn’t breathe properly and he was hoping she didn't realize it. He looked away trying not to give anything away. His body was tingling and butterflies were flying. He was so nervous and horny that he could die.

  Oh my. She is perfect. Beautiful and flawless like an angel from the empyrean.

  Cede believed in God and heaven despite his evil ways. Like most Ekcyriens, he was a devoted Inzperu. Inzperu was the only religion in the entire Hycn galaxy. The Inzperu credited a god named Zuralyrkro to have created planets, galaxies and all life in the whole universe. Theirs was a religion that acknowledged the existence of extra-terrestrial life forms in other space vectors, and encouraged people to love one another and live peacefully. Although like most religions in the universe, Inzperu also preached against the devil and warned its followers about the end times.

  If only I could move! I wish I could move so I could run away, but I cannot. I am her captor and master! I shall not show weakness.

  She had him frozen on the spot where he was standing.

  At last he managed to stagger backwards against the dressing table and started to rhythmically tap his fingers nervously against it. Tilyhn kept advancing towards him reducing space between them into nothingness.

  And she reached him.

  Damn!

  Cede didn’t know what to say or do.

  Tilyhn stretched out and grabbed him by the neck, pulling him to her. She brushed her soft lips against his then pulled back teasingly. Cede tried to pull her and she stepped back giggling, a naughty ‘catch me if you can look' planted across her pretty face. Cede chased her across the room - leaving a trail of clothes on his path in the process. He caught her and pulled her into his thick powerful arms. He tried to kiss her on the lips but Tilyhn halted him with a finger on his lips. She grabbed his package with her other hand, twisted it playfully then eased her hold. She yanked his underwear down to reveal his expanding cobra. Slowly it was rising, defying the laws of gravity - facing up. Its purple head swelling fast. Cede removed his underwear and tossed it off. Tilyhn hauled him towards the bed and pushed him unto it, in a way that he ended up sitting on the edge. He tried to rise and spin her around to take her from behind as usual but she stopped him with a very powerful slap on the cheek. Cede saw stars and heard whistling sounds.

  "Try it again and I’ll slap you harder.” Tilyhn spoke, climbing onto the bed herself.

  Oh my god, what is this? I love it though. Cede thought.

  She brushed her lips against his and held back again.

  Sweet lord!

  His blood was seething now. He had reached his erection's maximum level; his penis was so hard like it was carved from steel. She pushed him further onto the bed - now he was lying on his back. She climbed on top of him, biting him softly on the neck, going down biting here and kissing there - until ultimately she reached his thighs where she planted more kisses and bites.

  His thighs were sweaty and smelled a bit foul.

  The smell is nothing Tilyhn, keep going. This beast tortured and humiliated you. He raped you repeatedly for many days. Punish him. Punish him good.

  Tilyhn motivated herself. She took his male organ into her mouth and started licking and sucking, trying hard not to throw up. Within minutes, Cede found himself moving up and down, his breaths becoming heavier and rapider. Tilyhn kept on going, her hands busy working on his soft moist balls.

  Cede could feel it.

  It was very close. The moment.

  Just about there…and Tilyhn stopped and reached for something beneath the pillow.

  God, no way is she stopping now, she cannot stop!

  Cede screamed mentally.

  "Don’t stop, you can’t stop now..." He started, and then realized what it was she took under the pillow.

  A knife.

  God!

  "What is that?” Cede asked trying to rise. He collapsed back onto the bed, eyes wide and glaring at Tilyhn.

  He was weak.

  "It’s a knife. Can’t you see it?” Tilyhn asked him.

  "I see it’s a knife, what are you doing with it?" Cede enquired even though he already suspected what she wanted to do with it.

  "I am cutting this thing” Tilyhn answered coldly in a matter-of-fact tone, pulling and squeezing his penis with her other hand, ready to cut.

  "Don’t do it, I shall set you free. Please. Calm down and think straight. Calm down and let us talk about this. Listen to me!” Cede begged. She was going to cut his manhood. He could see the certainty of it in her emerald green eyes. It was clear to him nothing he said would make her change her mind, certainly not his pleas. The mighty Ekcyrien mafia boss started to scream and beg at the top of his voice. Scared and frightened for his penis.

  “Help! Guards! Help! Help!” Cede wailed miserably like a dying goat that’d been throat slashed with an extremely sharp knife.

  “You are wasting your energy screaming. Nobody will hear your pathetic
screams. Your cabin is sound proof remember?” Tilyhn reminded him. Her hand holding the knife descended in a flash like lightning.

  "Bitch, I’m going to kill you!” Cede screamed. He couldn’t feel the pain yet but he was crying and shouting insults at her regardless.

  Tilyhn said nothing. She just looked at him, smiled, and crushed his severed penis under her feet on her way to the dressing table. She had thrown it there after cutting it.

  She pulled the lower drawer and pulled out Cede’s female bodyguards uniform she jacked from the woman of the opposite cabin a few hours earlier. She'd crept quietly behind the poor woman when she was unaware and occupied with unlocking her door and choked her to death after she'd unlocked the door. Tilyhn had hauled the dead woman's corpse inside its former living quarters then went through her victim’s wardrobe.

  She put the stolen uniform on. It was a perfect fit. She admired herself in the mirror for a moment before she snatched Cede's laser handgun then hurried out of the room, leaving him drowning in a pool of his own blood.

  I hope that this time my escape attempt will be successful.

  Tilyhn prayed and hoped. She marched quickly along the long passageway leading to the elevators, time and again looking back over her shoulder.

  She reached the elevator. Its doors slid open and Tilyhn stepped in. She pressed a button and waited. The lift’s doors closed. It shook gently and started to move downwards with a steady descent. After what seemed like centuries, the elevator finally reached her destination. Tilyhn stepped out into the monstrous hallway filled with many vehicles of different sizes and designs. She made it for the closest spacetruck and climbed in. She started the engine and drove the truck towards the smaller crafts’ section on the far side of the monstrous hall. She knew her way around this place. She'd etched every detail of the place in her photographic mind a week ago when Cede dragged her through here to his quarters above where he'd kept her as his personal sex slave – plus she had been down here those few times she tried to escape unsuccessfully.