Never Be Captured Alive Pt. 01

The hell of it was, Russell Willes considered himself a first class ladies' man. He was tall, black-haired with blue eyes, well-muscled, handsome, and knew his way around a woman's body. No woman who undressed for him ever came away cold and unsatisfied. But it was all incidental. Willes wasn't a gifted, caring lover. No, he was skilled at meeting the ladies' needs in order to get what he wanted.

For Russell Willes considered it his life's unofficial mission to inseminate every nubile female he could possibly bed. His marriage was only a short-lived, temporary bump in the road to attaining his goal.

But one day things would take a turn to the worse for him, and he swore that to his dying day, no miserable bitch would ever get the better of him.

The only other thing that interested him was space flight. He excelled in school, and was accepted into Flight Academy at age 17. He progressed quickly from trainers to freighters, to the Oberth O-42, the finest fighter craft in the Solar system.

His skills would soon be needed. In pushing forward the boundaries of their territory, colonists from Terra eventually came across a race of hostile aliens inhabiting a planet that was half a binary system.

These planets, appropriately named Scylla and Charybdis, orbited one another even as they orbited their sun. To add further to the confusion of fighting a war there, both planets were in turn orbited by dozens of moons.

Only one planet, Scylla, was inhabited by the aliens. No one had ever seen them, but when pioneers landed on Charybdis and began terraforming, the warnings began immediately over deep space channels. The aliens permitted voice transmissions, but employed powerful jamming to prevent imaging from going through.

Their message was simple- "We have claimed these planets and you are trespassing. Leave us now or die."

The beings transmitting these messages all sounded like human females, and indeed it eventually came to light that those creatures operating Scylla were all female.

They were also warriors, and made good their threats. Their fighter craft swooped down on the unprepared pioneers, and killed every last one in a devastating attack.

Russell Willes' unit was embarked on a hastily-commandeered luxury spaceliner that very day. Scylla and Charybdis were at the very limits of vehicular flight, and the journey took several weeks. Willes didn't mind. He took his meals in the huge dining area, looking out on the cold stars through the crystal-clear plastic glazing in the walls and ceiling.

He also sneaked in after hours for a very passable blow job and anal fuck from Lucy, the good-looking redhead who helmed the ship on the second shift. He found the view inspiring as his newest conquest, still quivering from multiple orgasms delivered by his talented mouth, accepted his huge erection between her pouting lips. She then, amazingly, got it entirely down her throat, then skillfully throat-fucked him. Again and again she deepthroated his throbbing member, then let his glistening shaft emerge nearly all the way from her incredible mouth.

Finally, it was too much and he gasped in ecstasy as she milked his pulsing erection, taking all his spunk down her throat.

A little later, he was even more inspired by her hard little ass as he drove himself into her tight anus. Her clasping back door gave the most incredible, squeezing sensations to his hefty probing rod. His pleasure built like an overpressured boiler about to explode. Then, with the stars as backdrop to her lovely little ass, he groaned and emptied himself into her backdoor with a delighted shudder. She enjoyed a brief moment of satisfaction at having pleasured him so well.

Then, he yanked his slackening ram out of Lucy's dripping anus, zipped up, and gave her a playful slap on the buns. "Maybe again later, hon!" The girl, still somewhat weak in the knees from her "workout", was too surprised to say anything as he strode from the dining hall, leaving her bent over a table with his spunk running down her thighs. Lucy had a difficult time steering the ship well next night... and she didn't see any more of self-proclaimed ladies' man Russell Willes.

But all this was okay by Russell Willes. It was also okay by Fighter Command. He wasn't being sent to make friends, he was being sent to kill the warrior race now known as the Amazonians.

He gave a wonderful accounting for himself. Although the roughly manta-shaped Oberth was slightly inferior to the sweeping, teardrop-shaped, organic-looking craft of the Amazonians, Willes turned out to be a much better pilot than most. Although most of his fighter group were killed in initial confrontations, he racked up victory after victory. His victories soon numbered in the dozens. The dispirited fighter groups operating the Oberths soon rallied around him, and began to push back the Amazonian craft toward their own planet.

His fame back on Terra grew ever larger with each exploit. Soon he was known through all the galaxies within the Solar System's control. Under these conditions, Fighter Command decided it was time for Willes to have some well-earned furlough back on Terra. A warm reunion back on his home planet, with his loving wife Carla and three beautiful children, would also make wonderful public relations for the so far, VERY unpopular war.

Willes embarked on another luxury spaceliner for the long trip home. This time, he even bothered to get its name- the Grand Galaxian. It was a name he would remember to the end of his days.

He received video broadcasts from his family every day. If it was after the children's bedtime, his pretty brunette wife Carla would do a little burlesque for him. Her silky bedclothes would float to the floor like gauzy clouds, leaving her slightly plump but delectable body nude for his sole viewing. She'd tilt her hips to one side, and maybe run a hand over her perky boobs. Or around her curvaceous hips, or her nicely soft belly. OR her poor, starving vagina- which was waiting in celibacy, for him to come home.

"What would you like to do first when you get home, Love?" kind, naïve Carla would ask Willes. "I've missed you so much these past months. I can't wait to get you in bed!"

"Give me a little show of what I've been missing," Willes would reply. Sometimes, she'd lie on the bed and in a fever of desire for him, masturbate slowly. Her pussy wasn't perfect (after all, she'd given him three children!) but she shaved it for him and it was certainly pretty. Her hand would rub her labes and clit faster and faster, her breath coming in short gasps, as she thought of the sensual delights she and her long-gone husband would share on his return.

Her pussy would become soaking wet, and Willes could hear the luscious little juicy sounds escaping from her as she brought herself to climax, unable to prevent a sweet little moan from escaping her lips as she finished in an explosion of lust. "Oh yeah baby, that's NICE!" Willes would exclaim, fisting his 9-inch erection to a geyser-like ejaculation as he watched her finish. Carla would look at him over the screen, eyes soft with love (AND burning with lust) for him, and promise him the best sex he'd ever had when she finally got him home.

Not that any of that mattered much to Russell Willes. Because he had weeks left before he arrived home. And, he was working on his own agenda- his very first foursome. Three pretty blond attendants, known as skyhops, were utterly starstruck when they found out that yes, he was THAT Russell Willes. He set about planning his conquest of them.

The girls, whose names he learned were Susan, Nicolette, and Brenda, worked in the dining room. Each of them in turn had attended Willes at his meals, and he winked, flirted with them, and tipped generously. Part of the generous tipping was brought on by the girls' uniforms- they wore jumpsuits of white and blue fabric, which fit their firm young bodies very well. It was brown-eyed, outgoing Brenda who first broached the question: "Mr. Willes, excuse me for asking, but... are you RUSSELL Willes? The pilot?"

Giving her his most winning smile, Willes responded, "In the flesh! Nice to meet you, Brenda."

"Oh my GOD I've gotta tell my friends!" she gushed, "we THOUGHT you were him but I just can't believe it!"

"Next time you're all off," responded Willes smoothly, "why don't you come around at supper time? You know when I take my meals. We can have a nice supper; my treat. We'll get to know each other."

Amused, Willes watched her nearly come unglued.

"No... for REAL? Of course we will, oh my God, thank you so much... they're gonna be so EXCITED!!" She was gesturing frenetically, bouncing on the balls of her feet AND, Willes noticed, causing her firm young boobs to jiggle invitingly. He began plotting his sexual conquest of her. Soon thereafter, he also planned to get into her friends' panties, as well. It didn't bother him in the least that the three of their ages combined were the same as the age of just one of several women he'd had sex with.

They met in his favorite dining space, with the view of the stars, at a table for four he'd reserved for them. The room was busy, and many of the men present shot him envious glances. The energetic, enthusiastic young girls continued to give him the rock star treatment, while he turned the full force of his charm on them.

He bought them a sumptuous supper, and then after dinner drinks. They had protested they weren't old enough to be served, but Willes waved their protests away. "You're safe with me, ladies. I would never permit anything bad to happen do you!" They all giggled nervously. The waiter, who hero-worshipped Willes, was easily persuaded to serve the girls drinks. "But, you've got to be discreet, Mr. Willes," he whispered, "how about a corner table near the exit?" This was perfect. In the dimly lit corner, Willes had a glass of wine and the girls, predictably, drank fruity ladies' drinks. They became more giddy- and less inhibited- after a few drinks.

The girls all stole glances at Willes' toned physique, and his handsome face. His calm, assured manner was surely different than the brash, overconfident ways of young men their age. He told them stories of missions against the Amazonians, both by him and his friends. He listened thoughtfully to their (he thought) banal stories of school, families, and friends; and how they came to be working the Grand Galaxian- they were all students, working the summer to earn money. The idea of getting so close to a war zone both excited and scared them. Willes assumed they were all college students, probably freshmen or sophomores since they weren't old enough to drink.

Brenda slipped her shoes off, and began rubbing his leg beneath the table. "Nice evening, huh, Mr. Willes?" she queried innocently. Her foot eased gradually to his crotch.

"Nice indeed, and getting nicer all the time," he replied slyly, "and, just call me Russell, girls. Please." He played it cool, though Brenda's foot was beginning to stir his manhood to full awakening.

"Ladies, how would you like to see the latest Oberth fighter?" he offered.

"What? HOW? Aren't they all forward?" babbled a surprised Susan. Her clear blue eyes stared intently at his face.

"Why ladies, how do you suppose we get them to the forward areas? Their range is too short to fly them there! They're carried in transports like this one. The Galaxian can carry enough to equip two fighter wings. On trips out, they're stored in the central spine, in zero gravity."

Spaceliners often carried important cargo in areas that had no artificial gravity. It wasn't of any use to gravitate a part of the ship which saw few people, and no passengers.

"So Russell, how come we're carrying them home? Is there a problem with them?" queried the sharp-witted Brenda.

"We don't usually carry them homeward," enjoined Willes, "but mine is a prototype. We're taking her home for an overhaul and systems analysis by the Oberth techs."

"But, no one's allowed in there, are they?" asked Nicolette. She REALLY wanted to see an Oberth, but knew the officers running the ship would never allow access to those spaces.

"But I'm a fighter pilot. Honorary access pass here, it gets me anywhere on the ship." He held up a plastic card.

The girls were up for it. First, they took a passenger conveyor, closer to the center of the ship. People became more and more rare. The girls walked closely tucked to Willes' sides, and he had his arm thrown around their shoulders. He let his hand slip down the front of Nicolette's jumpsuit, and began to gently circle his finger around her nipple. She gazed up at him, wide-eyed, and tentatively raised her hand to his muscular buttocks. His cock grew a bit firmer, and her nipple began to harden.

They arrived at the spaces with no gravity. They maneuvered by pulling themselves along rungs strategically placed. They were placed on floors, walls, and ceilings. The girls all laughed uproariously at their own attempts to move this way. They spun, whirled, and banged off the walls. Finally, they reached the space used for housing the fighter craft. They clung to Willes' waist, and he pulled them through the doorway. Then, he closed and locked it with his pass.

"Ladies, may I introduce you to the Oberth O-43," Willes announced with mock formality and a grand gesture.

The girls were awestruck. "Oh my God, it's PRETTY," intoned Nicolette, "it doesn't look like a war machine at ALL." Floating effortlessly alongside the Oberth, she ran her hand along its smooth wing. The craft was a luminous, pale turquoise color, and curved gracefully. All the girls gazed at Willes with renewed admiration.

It was frank, outgoing Brenda who broke the ice. She took him by his belt, pulling him to her. She molded her body to his and tilted her head up to kiss him. She didn't shy away from his burgeoning hard-on. They floated in impossible comfort, kissing deeply, and when they began to drift apart, Brenda gently wrapped her firm young thighs around Willes' waist.

Susan and Nicolette stared, jealous and startled, for a moment. Their eyes met, then unspeaking they slowly began to disrobe. It was harder than they thought, and they had to help one another.

Green-eyed Nicolette had a tiny, lithe body. Her skin was creamy white, and her small breasts were capped by conical, puffy, candy-pink nipples. She had such a tiny waist that the few lovers she'd ever taken all used to wonder if they could reach their hands around it. Her Venus' mound was bare, and an inviting peek of pink showed between her thighs.

Susan had an athlete's body. She had the tawny complexion of a sun-lover. She was compact and tightly made, with a high, round ass, beautifully indented waist, and firm boobs. Her thighs were strong and graceful. Her dark pink nipples and large areolae were already erect and wrinkled, seeming to invite a hot mouth and tongue to stimulate them. Her short hair was golden blonde, and her sparse pubes were, as well. Her labia were more prominent, and protruded invitingly outside her Venus' mound.

Willes took it all in, even as he was advancing deeper into foreplay with the adventurous Brenda. Their tongues were in each other's mouths, exploring, and their hands roamed one another's bodies. His hands eased gently up her ribcage and began to softly caress her incredible young breasts. They were average size, but had enticing big nipples. As her nipples became erect, Brenda grasped Willes' ass, squeezing the toned muscles there.

Susan and Nicolette helped Willes and Brenda undress, carefully removing their clothes as they aroused each other further. Brenda's body was heavier and more voluptuous than the other girls'. She had a round ass and hips, curvy thighs, and a sharply in-curved waist. She had a slight belly, with a long, graceful navel. Her reddish-pink nipples and areolae were big, excited and wrinkled. Her pubic mound was covered with soft, downy... BROWN hair. Willes didn't mind. She was FINE, dyed hair or not.

All three girls caught their breath when they disrobed Willes. They drank in his deeply muscled chest and arms, his lean legs. He just looked more handsome to them the more they undressed him. But it was his manhood that brought them past the point of no return.

His cut nine inches were fully awake and ready to play, solidly erect and pulsing. They all gently stroked the reddish-purple, soft-skinned head. Nicolette touched her finger to a thick drop of pre-ejaculate on the end, and Susan tasted it.

Willes paused. "Do you want to go on?" he asked.

"Oh my fuckin' word, Russell, are you KIDDING?" the intrepid Brenda fired back. "If you don't make me come, I'm gonna DIE." She grinned impishly at him. Susan and Nicolette looked at each other, searching one another's eyes.

"I can take care of you ALL," said Willes, "Believe it. If you want me to."

"Count me in," replied Susan.

"Nicolette...?" Willes was able to pause and wait only through sheer willpower at this point. "Yes... me, too." delicate, beautiful Nicolette replied quietly.

Willes waited no more. He lowered his face to the front of Brenda's body, taking her erect nipples one at a time into his hot mouth, sucking them and licking them. His swirling tongue inflamed her youthful lust. Her hands eased away from his ass, trailed around to his taut abdomen, then down to his now-raging cock. He worked his way with kisses and licks down her body, pausing briefly to kiss and lick around the cup of her navel. She shivered. Then they began to drift apart. Nicolette and Susan, unbidden, helped by easing the lovers' bodies together with their soft young hands.

Willes reached around Brenda, and placed his hands on her shoulders. Nicolette's delicate hand curled around his pulsing cock and guided the smooth purplish, now-oozing head between Brenda's dark pink, soaking, wide-open labia. Brenda again wrapped her strong young thighs around his body; and drew him to her.

Nicolette and Susan watched in intensifying lust as his throbbing manhood slowly disappeared into Brenda's copiously wet vagina. He finally bottomed out easily, fully inside. She gasped, "Ohh yeah, man, that feels so fucking GOOD," as Willes began to thrust slowly, languorously into her hot inflamed wetness. She felt indescribably good to him, her tight young pussy gripping his thick shaft like they were custom made for each other.

He continued driving very slowly and gently into her, luscious wet sounds escaping from her as his big rod plumbed the delectable length of her pussy. Brenda began to pant and gasp, and her fine young cunt squeezed rhythmically as a swift chain of orgasms burst through her. "Oh GOD Russell, don't stop," she cried softly, "I'm coming-I'm coming!" More sounds came from her mouth, but became inarticulate as orgasm wracked her with delight.

Brenda's laboring little cunt SQUEEZED Willes' big shaft in a soft pleasurable vise, warmth and wetness teasing his own big orgasm out of him. "Holy FUCK, Baby..." he gasped as his prick contracted mightily and bottomed out in her, pulsing dick head firing spurt after spurt of thick, steamy come into her. In the comfort of zero gravity, they didn't collapse from the intensity of their mutual release- they quivered against one another's sweaty bodies, panting from the intensity and the sweet relief of orgasm.

Nicolette and Susan, nearly forgotten in the lustful coupling, embraced the shivering couple as the pleasure ran through them, sharing as much of it as they could in this way. Brenda's chest heaved from the powerful release, her eyes half-lidded with satiety. Willes began to pull out, reconsidered, and asked Susan, "Will you pass me my underwear, sweet thing?"

Even as his slackening cock was inserted into Brenda's pussy, filled with his own come, he looked on with frank admiration at Susan's firm athletic body as she stretched for the drifting garment, then handed it to him. They all looked at him now in curiosity, thinking him ready to end it- despite his promise to get all three of them off. "Thanks, hon," he said smoothly, and wrapped it around his prick as he pulled out- using it to catch all the messy semen and vaginal dew from it. "Can't have THAT floating about the cargo hold," he told them, mock-serious, "questions might be asked!" The girls all chuckled lightly as Willes said, "You too, baby," to Brenda and delicately swabbed her vulva clear of his big load. Then he bent to her and tongued her labia completely clean. Brenda closed her eyes and sighed luxuriously. "MMMM... nice."