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An Unusual Payment for Interstellar Travel

It was a usual day on the USS Anchor, and your wife and you are expecting to arrive on Mars in just three days. The journey was expensive, but you both worked for five years, saving every spare penny, to get off the ruined wasteland of Earth. You know once you get to Mars, it will be a safer and cleaner environment to finally have a few kids. You both have great jobs lined up as engineers maintaining the terraformed landscape.

You’re glad, too, because you only have a few more days worth of travel and food units. If they run out, you and your wife wouldn’t be able to afford staying on the ship. You’ve heard horror stories of people being ejected from the ship and sent back to Earth to die in unsafe escape pods. But you’re not worried.

That is, until you hear an announcement. “Could all passengers please report to the meal hall? The captain needs to make an announcement.” The voice sounds distant and grave. You and your wife had just been lazily lounging in bed, but you both sit up quickly.

“I hope nothing is wrong,” she says, looking at you with wide, worried eyes.

Even though the moment feels serious, you take a moment to appreciate her beauty. Her wide blue eyes contrast with her dark, serious brows and black hair. She looks so young for thirty, with light freckles and soft skin. “I’m sure it is not a big deal,” you say, stroking her dark hair.

She stands up, looking striking in her skintight gray bodysuit. “Well, we had better get down there, either way.”

You follow her out of the door through the shimmering, holographic corridor. You know that underneath, the walls are plain steel, but the waving fields of grass pictured in the holograms soothe you. As other passengers file out, you notice them ogling your wife’s shapely body. She is easily the most beautiful of the women on the ship, and she has gotten a lot of attention from others. You can’t help but feel pride bubble up in your chest.

However, your happiness is immediately deflated once you get to the hall. You and other passengers look nervously at the captain. You grip your wife’s hand for strength as the captain begins talking.

“Hello, friends,” he greets the crowd. A three-foot-tall, spherical robot rolls up to offer you an espresso. You wave it away, intent on the speech. “Unfortunately, we are experiencing some difficulties with our landing gear. We have a crew shuttling up to fix it, but it is going to add about ten days to the journey. I know that it will stretch the funds of a few of our passengers. I will be calling those affected down to my cabin throughout the day to discuss options for alternative payments. That’s all, and thank you. Again, we apologize for the inconvenience.”

“Oh god,” your wife says, gripping your hand tighter. You don’t even have time to respond before a call comes through your wristwatch, the purple glow of the Captain’s call. How embarrassing. “Please report to the Captain’s chambers at this time,” the robotic voice reads.

“Don’t worry, baby,” you say, as you walk together to his room. “I am sure they will let us try a payment plan once we get to Mars. This isn’t one of those corrupt, money hungry companies. We did our research exactly for this purpose.”

You get to the massive sliding doors. A spherical robot once again approaches, silently unlocking the doors. They open to reveal a huge apartment, with several robotic butlers whizzing around. The captain himself sits at a long table to the left of his bed, wearing the standard-issue grey jumpsuit. He is a strikingly handsome man, intimidating, with salt-and-pepper hair and a lean, muscular form.

“Ah, the couple I am most excited to see. Let’s have a seat.” He motions to two plush, white seats next to him at the table. You and your wife sit anxiously.

“So, I know you both have a payment issue. I wanted to see you first because I didn’t want you to stress. You both have been such exemplary and respectful passengers. I wanted to offer you an easy opportunity to forgive the debts that this extended voyage will incur.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, and your wife relaxes. “That’s great,” you say. “What’s the opportunity?”

“Well,” he says, “The extended journey costs can only be covered by doing labor on the ship- cleaning, adjusting the nuclear reactor, et cetera.” He pauses, and you reflect on how unpleasant and dangerous the jobs could be. Ship labor has the highest mortality rate of any job, since behind the beautiful facade of the ship, there are many systems that need maintenance, and the work often exposes laborers to unsafe materials. You also would never want to humiliate your wife by making her serve the people who once respected them as equals when unaware of their financial situation.

“Or, you can offer me something tonight, and all extra costs will be forgiven, and I will even forgive you 1,000 units, which will be made available to you to help start your life on Mars.” You get worried again. This deal is too good to be true.

“So what do we have to do?” Asks your wife.

“It’s simple. I just want one night to do as I wish to this gorgeous woman. I have had such a lonely flight, and there’s not one person here who compares to you. I’ve wanted you from the moment you set foot on this ship,” he says, looking directly at your wife.

“Excuse me?” You say, trying to maintain your composure. Your wife looks shocked.

“It’s ok, you can step out to discuss it for a moment.” You both leave the chamber, and whisper back and forth outside.

“Baby, I don’t want you to have to do this,” you say.

“I know,” she says. “But it is just one night of work for the rest of our lives. I don’t want you doing dangerous work on the ship.”

“Ok, I understand. As long as I can be in the room, I feel I could be alright with it.” It isn’t much of a choice. He wouldn’t want to risk death before even reaching the destination, or cancer and chronic illness from exposure to radiation.

The robot butler opens the door again as you approach, and you both return to the chamber.

“We agree to your terms,” you say, “as long as I can be in the room. I can’t bear the idea of my wife getting fucked by another man while I wait in my bed.”

“Fair enough,” the captain says. “You can sit at the table and watch. But don’t speak or interfere.” He points at the table.

“Wait, we are starting right now?” Your wife says.

“What better time?” He says. You sit down at the table robotically, trying to mentally prepare for what is to come. He strides over and grabs your wife greedily around her slim waist. You can’t help but feel a sense of pride that your wife is so gorgeous, sex with her is worth thousands of units of profit to the captain.

He kisses her, and she at first seems tense. But as they start to make out more, you see her relax and press her hips into his. You’re sure she’s just pretending to enjoy it, but you still feel a sense of jealousy as she grinds against him. She’s fantastic in bed, expressive and a hard worker, and someone else is going to enjoy her.

She reaches for the top of his jumpsuit and pulls it down to reveal his muscular, tanned chest. He unzips hers, and her unrestrained breasts spill out. Her beautiful, soft, impossibly round breasts. He grabs both of them harshly, then pinches her nipples. She moans a little. He whispers into her ear and they make their way to the massive bed.

He strips off her clothes. She’s completely nude under the one-piece, as it is meant to be an all-in-one garment. He pushes her back down onto the bed and takes off his suit as well. His cock is massive and veiny, not ugly, but as intimidating as he is. He stuffs it into her mouth, and she takes it three-quarters of the way. It’s too big to fit more. You feel another pang of envy, since she can easily deepthroat your smaller dick. He starts hammering away at her throat, and she makes muffled choking sound. Saliva drips out of her mouth and down onto her breasts. Tears flood her eyes, and she looks up at him, eyes begging for mercy.

“Oh, no, we’re not done yet,” he says, still fucking her face. “You have to be a good girl for me and earn your keep.” Her skill is impressive, and he fits more and more of himself down her throat. *She’s amazing*, you think to yourself.

He finally relents, pulling his slick cock out of her mouth. “Good girl, good girl,” he says, stroking her hair. “Did you like that?”

“Yes, I did,” she says in a soft, girlish voice, looking into his eyes.

“That’s the right answer,” he says, then puts his face between her legs. You see his lips settle around her clit, tongue moving furiously underneath. She begins to moan and shake, throwing her head back and arching her spine. He continues vigorously, sliding two fingers into her now-soaking pussy. You hate how hard he makes her cum, but as her body shakes and quivers, you also have a vicarious sense of enjoyment in causing her pleasure.

As her shaking subsides, he removes his lips and slides his massive dick inside her. You swear you can see the bulge between her hips as he fills her up. She cries out, and it is clearly much more dick than she has ever had to handle in her life. He starts tucking her gently at first, slowly, sliding his full length in and out. Her breathing sounds ragged and is interspersed with tiny yelps. You aren’t sure if it is pleasure or pain, as her brow is contorted and her eyes are shut.

His fucking picks up pace, and he spreads her legs out further and begins stroking her clit with his thumb. “It’s alright,” he says, “I know you can take it.”

“I can’t,” she says, weakly pushing his chest in an effort to reduce the pressure. “It’s too much for me.”

“Alright, we can try something else,” he says, benevolently. “How about you get on all fours.” She complies, arching her back and showing off her shapely yet slender ass. He grabs her hips and slides in from behind once again.

“Oh, my god,” she says, as he fills her up once more. He starts fucking her much faster and harder, and your wife begins to moan more and more. Suddenly, she cums again, dripping juices out of her pussy and soaking the bed. His cock is so large that it made her involuntarily squirt, you realize with envy. The only time that her body has had that response with you has been from the most deep and intense fingering you can manage. However, this man so easily satisfies her body and puts her over the edge with just a rigorous fuck.

He spanks her ass, hard, leaving a cherry-red handprint. She yelps, but not hard. “Not good enough for you?” He says, and hits her again, much more forcefully. You enjoy watching her in a bit of pain, and imagine that it is somehow suitable punishment for her enjoyment. He keeps smacking her over and over, until her entire ass is bright red. You can tell by his pace that he is close to cumming.

As if he read your mind, he pulls out and grabs your wife’s hair forcefully. “Come on, bitch, finish me,” he says, putting her face to his cock. She starts sucking it, mixing the fluids of her pussy and her saliva, and he comes only seconds later. She swallows the whole load, gulping desperately, not leaving a drop behind. *That’s my girl*, you think, once again proud of her skill.

The captain flops down onto the bed, with your wife besides him. “Wow, that was amazing,” he says. His demeanor suddenly changed back to the polished persona he usually maintained. In a detached voice, he says, “Well, you both had better get going. They will be serving dinner soon, and I wouldn’t want you to miss it.”

Your wife quickly slips her sweat-soaked body back into her clothes and returns to your side. You stand up, unsure of what to say, but the captain looks close to drifting off into slumber. You both leave the chamber, and while you feel a strange mix of disgust yet pleasure at having witness what you did, you also are happy that your journey is paid and you will be approaching a happier future in just two weeks.

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