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Chapter 21
Christa was sprawled on the bunk in her cabin, flicking in an idle way through the channels on the vid-screen. An empty bottle of the clear spirit that was the recreational beverage of choice for the Sol5g mercenaries lay on the floor.
Nataya appeared at the door clutching a half empty bottle of her own. "I'm so bored," she hollered, drunkenly. "So, so bored."
Christa looked up bleary eyed, "So, what's new? Boredom is the defining feature of life on this hulk. The most fun we had on this trip was playing slut tennis in zero-G on the Orbiter."
"You wanna go do some more?"
"Where? There's no zee-gee on this ship is there?"
"Oh, yes, quite a few places. And I can think of something more fun than slut tennis." Nataya looked lasciviously at her friend and slipped the zip of her tunic down a couple of inches. "In fact, you bring your little toy and the toy bag," she pointed to Christa's "allocation" who was curled up on a blanket in a corner of the cabin, shackled to the wall and looking worried by the turn of events. "I'll bring mine and another bottle and I'll show you a great game."
A short time later, Christa and Nataya were staggering along the lower deck corridor dragging their two slaves behind them.
"Where? Where are we going to?" Christa slurred as they bumped up against an entry port. "Thish ishh enging … enginging … engisherriing. Oh, shit, I'm too drunk."
"Engineering? Yepp. It's the main drive bay they keep this at zee-gee for ease of maintenance and …" Nataya slipped a card into the security lock "… I've found a key." The door hissed quietly and slid open letting the girls onto a platform that looked out over the vast space of the main drive bay. Warning signs confirmed that beyond the platform a zero gravity area existed. "Now this is the biggest playground your ever likely to see," smirked Nataya. "You and I are going to have some zee-gee loving with a little help from our toys. So let's get them stripped off."
Fifteen minutes later, the two flight attendant had been bound, naked, in a kneeling position, back to back, each with their ankles taped to the other's knees. The wrists and elbows were tied tightly behind their backs and from these ties ropes ran back between their partner's legs, across their crotch and up to clamps that cut into their nipples. Each wriggle by one pulled the rope across the crotch of the other and jerked at her clamps. The struggle of response caused the same sensation for the first girl. The two were hanging in free fall, high up in the drive bay, desperately trying not to move.
Christa and Nataya stripped off and launched themselves off of the floor of the engine bay towards their captive toys. Christa sat on the shoulders of one girl, straddling her face with her crotch and hooking her feet under the girl's arms. "Now you," she called to Nataya as her partner joined her and took up the same position. Christa reached out to stroke Nataya's breasts. "Isn't this more fun than squatting in the cabin?"
"Uh, huh," Nataya responded, leaning forwards to Christa and kissing her passionately. The foursome began to spin slowly. Nataya grabbed her slave by the hair and pulled the girl's face against her cunt. "Better get sucking, honey, or else you're going to have to learn to breathe through your ears."
Christa giggled and did the same to her slave. As their slaves complied, Christa and Nataya kissed, embraced and stroked. Their rising arousal caused the slaves to jerk at their crotch-tit ropes. As the foursome span slowly in zero-gravity, Nataya grabbed a spirit bottle from the floor of the bay, took a long pull of alcohol and passed it to her lover, laughing as she did so.
Garan Duufrig looked up from his monitor. It wasn't often that there was something worth scanning on the surveillance cams. "This is just too good to be true," he thought as the four girls span weightlessly across the void of the drive bay. Nataya bucked hard against the face of her slave as the orgasm shook her. Moments later, Christa followed suit. The two leaned together kissed deeply and then, in perfect synchronism, back-flipped off their mounts. Sent spiraling across the bay by the reaction the two trussed slaves, squealed as their tormented cunts and nipples drove them to the same state. Christa and Nataya sprawled near the floor of the bay finishing off their spirit as the others wriggled, jerked and moaned, swinging across the vault of the drive bay. "This little vid is going to be worth soooo much!" He tapped the recording drive and the laser card slid out. He picked it up, switched off the monitor and headed back to his cabin.
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