East Rising 1/?

East Rising
by Nix Winter
All rights reserved



Lynn Hemming, Pinkerton Agent, straightened his glasses just slightly, dark blue eyes surveying the dock. San Francisco. The documents he carried were worth his life, several times over. This fact hadn't bothered him the whole voyage over, slow as it was on the barely legitimate sail powered ship.

He strode from the ship, down the slightly swaying gang plank. His chestnut hair was longer, making him look more like a ruffian and less like the organized professional that he was. Not dressing like a professional had not bothered him too intensely on the ship, but now that he San Francisco presented itself, he felt the lack of his appearance ever more keenly.

Air clung to him, salt, smoke from pipes and chimneys, the steam of a Chinese laundry, crabs set out in boxes, and he found the first embrace of this new city invigorating, even if slightly embarrassing as he was. It wasn't as if anyone would know him here. He was average height, average looks as far as he was concerned, and wearing plain pants, a loose white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, not even the heavy black leather satchel he carried really set him apart. Making his way through the dock, he wondered if San Francisco could swallow him whole.

It seemed a more open city, with broader streets and the blue of the sky still caressed life into the city. It was very different than New York. At what passed for a main street, he reached out to hail a cab, but found himself assaulted from behind. The scent of roses, lace under his chin, these sensations kept him from violently throwing his attacker from him, but then slender fingers caressed his jaw and the scent of life under the roses caught him.

"Oh there it is, the real man," a voice said. The voice could have been a woman... perhaps, but it was sultry, deep, and his instinct told him male, even if all reason said that couldn't be true. "I could see your naughty little secret as you walked down the street. I want to fuck you."

"Not hardly," he said, recovering his voice, he turned, pushing the ... person ... back to arms length. The person was beautiful, by all objective standards. Not quite as tall as Lynn, with long blond hair, piled high in curls and graceful swoops, he or she had pale blue eyes, a small mouth which smiled at him under just enough forbidden red to rule out any hope that he or she might be, at least in some regard, respectable.

He or she certainly looked like a she, clothed in an elegant green satin brocade, fine lace at cuff and collar, dark polished shoes with a pointy toe that no decent man would ever find himself in, yet the scent and touch had been male, the voice had been male.

"What about softly? With heat and the quiet desecration of a cab?" One delicate hand pressed over Lynn's.

He swallowed, blinking, swallowing suddenly more of an issue that it should have been. "Madame," he almost said sir, but, really that couldn't possibly have been politely. "Unhand me."

"Oh, but why? That's the best that a brave Pinkerton Agent can do?"

His assailant stepped forward, until he could so easily imagine the bush of soft full lips over his. He took a step back and found himself hard against a cab. "I really must be going now. Just how did you know?"

"Silly." One hand still against his chest, his captor pulled a strand of silky blond hair down, slender fingers stroking the curve out. "How do you think I knew?"

He opened the cab, meaning to step back and up into the cab, and safety. The weight of the blond carried him over though, onto the rather stern carpet of the cab. With the ease of practice, the blond hiked skirt and straddled him, pulling the door closed, then the blinds on the close door and then the far, which managed to get lace and warm brocade pressed into Lynn's face.

"Now," he complained, trying to find his way out from under all the folds of brocade and underthings. "Now, see here! Just exactly.... Oh my."

His assailant sat down on him and it was very evident that the underthings only went so far. Warmth, hard flesh and demonstrated desire impressed itself upon him. "Yeah," the blond said, grabbing up the satchel and setting it out of the way. "I thought as much. When did you last get off? You're hard as a tax collector's compassion!"

Lynn's mouth dropped open, blue eyes even wider. "Just exactly... Oh good lord!"

Adept hands opened up his trousers, pushed them back just enough, and stroked his hard cock, all so quickly and with such a fluid of motion that his confused mind could hardly tell which came first. "Oh you just wait a moment, honey!"

Heat descended around him, tight, hot, slick, and what confusion had been multiplied like happy rabbits.

"Are you a man or a woman," Lynn begged, his hands on hard, muscular thighs as the blond moved up and down, "I must, I must, I want to, I want to bring you pleasure as well! OH good lord!"

"Do you, honey," the blond asked, surprised, "You want to touch me?" The movement slowed and skirt was suddenly thrown over Lynn's hands.

Fumbling he reached to find a very male cock, hard, and sweeter than he'd actually imagined one might be. This cock was lean, curved just slightly, and he groaned as he ran his fingers around the head, found the silky fluid. Quite without warning, the cock tightened, pulled back in just a slight way, and warm thick cream flowed over his hand. So like his day dreams, night dreams, and he cried out, head tilting back as he trust up into his lover, spilling his own seed into him. "Yes!"

San Francisco had swallowed him whole and he hadn't even begun to clear his thoughts. "Yes! What," he paused, to catch his breath and study the beautiful face above him. "What is your name, lover?"

Pale sky blue eyes rolled, but the smile was genuine, if tolerant. "My name is Fox. Rex Fox. You're sweeter than I expected."

"You were waiting for me. You intend to rob me," Lynn said, his wits finally waking up.

Rex tucked a bit of blond hair back behind his ear. "Intend is rather premeditated." He smiled. the smile growing to a grin. "I rather think we met suddenly and you gave me a gift."

"No," Lynn said, reaching to grab hold of his satchel before Rex could. "You'll be disappointed in any case. The contents are simply old papers."

"But very old papers," Rex pointed out, rocking slightly where he still straddled, distracting Lynn with all his wiles.

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The cab cornered and sunlight flashed over them both as the door jerked open. Lynn ground his teeth together. Not only were his hands covered in ... evidence, but his only pistol was hidden beneath a maze of silk and underskirts. The pistol pointing at his head was hidden by nothing.

"Come then," a very female voice said. "Give me the bag."

"Never," Lynn shouted, using the bag as a cudgel, knocking the pistol back as he rolled, pulling himself free from his new lover.

"You bastard," Rex growled, drawing Lynn's attention.

Lynn spun, pistol out now, only to find the pretty blond, held close in the arms of another man, bandana over his face, pistol nestled into disheveled blond hair.

"Give my partner the bag, or I'm gonna see that you never get your cock in this mouth ever," the man growled. "Set the bag down or I'll blow his head off."

"You know he's a man," Lynn said, furious now, "You're probably his cohort."

"Fuck that," the man growled, reaching up to grab a blond wig off with tearing force.

Tears filled Rex' eyes, but as he reached for his head, the other man grabbed his arm, pulling it behind him. "Recognize him now, Pinkerton?"

"Why should I?" Lynn said, backing into a corner, hardly a defensive position, but the best he could manage in that moment.

"I am a public defender." Rex rushed his words, the short black hair making him look in some way respectable. "I need what's in that bag."

"I'll bet you do." Lynn wrinkled his nose, not lowering his pistol at all. "I need to deliver it to the client."

"At the cost of a man's life?" The man holding Rex pressed the pistol harder to Rex's head. "You're a great Pinkerton man though! I bet you see people die all the time. How many right after you've fucked them?"

Lynn felt bile rise in his throat. His eyes met the pale blue eyes of the man who'd as much as accosted him in the street. "You won't get away with this."

"OH where's your white hat," the man asked, jerking the precious satchel out of the cab.

He gave Rex a hard smack to the head with the hard but of his pistol. Rex slumped forward and Lynn lunged to catch him. A trickle of blood ran down Rex' temple.

Both doors slammed shut and the robbers disappeared.

"Stop the cab! We need a doctor!"

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Her Plunder 1

Her Plunder 1

by Nix Winter
copyright 2009
all rights reserved

Rating: Wildly, explicitly erotic.



“Do I look like a nice woman to you?” A pistol in either hand, her booted foot on the other captain’s chest, she smirked. “Give me the correct code.”

Captain Laura was tall, probably from Spacer heritage, with green eyes and hair the color of fire, dark at the roots, rising through reds to pales, to very blue at the tips. Curvy, with full breasts, a lean waist, and enough strength to get what she wanted, she usually didn’t have too much trouble getting what she wanted out of people, defeated captains or pissy docking clerks alike.

“I can’t!” He begged and it wasn’t even remotely sexy. “We only have one item in the cargo and its for the President of the New Earth Alliance! It’s just a pleasure slave!”

“Oh, um,” Laura growled, hardly impressed. “One stinking girl toy is worth the energy cells to swing out to Ocean Blue and back to Earth? Do you think I’m an idiot? I’m gonna rip your balls off. How much is your life worth, to you, personally? How much would you give to live for another few days? A free and comfortable person? Rather than me ripping your balls off and shoving you out the airlock? Bad way to die, going out an airlock. You can’t get way. Either you do what I say and live a little longer and maybe think your way out of this shit, or you die now and I sell your crew for spare parts.”

“You won’t!”

“I would. Give me the code.”

“There isn’t one,” he stammered. “We were supposed to be secret, so secure, and it’s just a pet! He was designed for the president, and he’s only got value to her.”

“Oh I don’t know, value’s a subjective thing.” Laura growled, letting the pressure off her prisoner. “Khan! Call the beat. If they’re breathing, leave’em that way!”

“Yes, Mistress,” a voice boomed.

Laura grabbed a handle on the large metal crate, dragging it along behind her. It floated with gentle anti-gravity suspension, cradling whatever was within it.

She imagined what might be in her prize container. She thought the person within must be a man, an adult, and her mind added curves and muscles to him. He’d have to be damn fine to be a gift for the president.

She was humming as she dragged her prize back into the shuttle. The rest of her boarding crew filtered in, carrying whatever booty they’d found, including one struggling medical officer with soft bouncy melons. Cory had her, one arm around her waist, a hand massaging one full tit. She squealed, struggling, her short skirt rising up soft thighs as she fought.

Khan, Laura’s second in command, sealed the door and let the shuttle fall way into the dark black of space as their cloaking came on.

Laura glared at Cory, who shrugged. “We needed a doctor. You should stick your fingers up there! She’s pretty hot!”

“You don’t say,” Laura said dryly, but she was holstering her pistols to close on the squirming doctor. “Now now, woman, what’s your name?”

“Constance!” she whimpered as Laura moved in close, tits to tits. “Earth Corp pressed me into duty to pay my student loans! I didn’t want to!”

“Don’t worry, Baby,” Laura purred. “You be good to us, and we’ll let you off on the next world you wanna go to. You’re free. But ain’t no reason you can’t have some fun while you’re with us, now is there?”

“No, no! Please! I’m a virgin!” Constance cried, trying to close her legs as Laura’s hand slipped between them, up under the short white skirt she wore to find dripping panties. Strong fingers slipped past those dripping cotton panties.

“Hold our little virgin, Cory,” Laura commanded, her thumb slipping through warm silk to pass over the little captive’s clip, the sweet swollen pearl. Constance was a lovely woman, long silky black hair and dark eyes, thick lashes that fluttered, soft full lips, that parted and moaned as Larua continued to stroke her swollen clit. Cory held her gently, massaging her tits, pulling them free of the little white uniform.

Arms pinned to her sides, Laura whimpered, her belly tightening with excitement, pleasure that she’d only felt when she touched herself.

Nar, a powerfully built man with dark skin and pale blue eyes, took the captive’s nipple into his mouth, sucking aggressively, swirling his tongue around her pink little nipple, so defenseless against his hunger.

“No! Please, oh, no!” Constance cried out, body tightening as she came, fluid soaking over the pirate captain’s deft fingers. “Please!”

“Yes, yes,” Laura replied, leaning closer to kiss Cory, reestablishing her dominance, her liberties as captain. After she broke the kiss, she kissed gently at her captive doctor’s tears. “Don’t worry, little bird. We’re nicer than Earth Corp and heaps more fun!”

“You’ll really let me go?” Constance asked, before biting her lower lip.

“Sure, if you want,” Laura said.

“New ID,” Cory whispered in his ear, “Your share of everything we take between here and where ever.”

“Don’t.... rape me,” she begged.

“We’re not going to hurt you,” Khan said, spinning the command chair around. “If you want to be a complete tight ass, you can keep to yourself. What’s the point of that?”

“You’re pirates! You’ve kidnapped me!”


Captain Laura smirked. “Yeah. We’re bad people. You’ll be lucky to get out alive.”

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