* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Chapters 4, 5 & 6 have not been proof read yet! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * No more Sleeping Beauty Shirlynn was the next to leave. No one really looked up as she got up and silently left the galley. Malu was the only one on the crew who was genuinely sorry that Shirlynn was having such insurmountable difficulties in fitting into the crew, but not a high- status member herself, there was not much she could do about it. Slowly making her way to the back-cabin, Shirlynn pondered the extraordinary happenings of the evening and marked Isidora down as a heroine, but did not really think about sharing a room with the sleeping giant. Far from being chaste, she was also not the sexual predator her mother had made her out to be, and she would have had no idea what to do with an unconscious man. She entered the cabin silently, as if afraid to wake him up. The room was pitch-black and she had no choice but to turn on the light. Quickly making her way to her bunk, she turned on the highly focused, battery- operated spotlight by the bunk and killed the main light. Having actually fallen asleep after searching the room (and finding nothing), Lomax was awakened by the gentle scraping of the door. He kept his eyes closed and heard somebody entering the room. Shortly the main light was on, and then there was just a faint light and the rustling of someone getting into the other bunk. Given the size of the ship, Lomax had really expected to be left alone in the cabin. He wondered shortly what to do if he needed to take a piss, but realizing that the masquerade could not go on forever in any case, he decided not to worry. Shirlynn quickly stripped down to T-shirt and panties, slipped under the covers and turned off the spotlight. At first it just felt great to be back in bed. It had gotten pretty late and she should really have been exhausted, but was still psyched from the eventful evening and rest did not come easy. It was not really under her conscious control: her fingers just crept down to her panties and under the rim. Slowly massaging the outer lips, she felt the fire returning and remembered how close she had been when the captain's toy disturbed her. Quickly she was back in the mood and had pushed the panties down and off, the slumbering giant in the next bunk long forgotten. At first Lomax was sure that his strained nerves were playing a trick on him. Reacting to a distinct female odor that he could almost sense, he felt himself hardening significantly. Some time passed before he picked up on the rustling of her blanket. Even later he heard her breathing getting heavy and deliberate. Fully realizing that he was in a room with a masturbating woman, Lomax jr. quickly hardened to full attention. Opening his eyes, Lomax tested the darkness. It was not entirely black. The moon was still out and the porthole let in just enough light for him to see the silhouette of the woman. Sure enough, she was masturbating. Moving surprisingly quickly and silently for such a large man, Lomax removed his blanket and sat up on the bunk. The woman was now moaning continually and did not appear to hear him. There were less than three full steps to the other bunk; taking two, Lomax got as close as he dared and crouched on the floor. At first he thought the light and his nerves were playing a trick on him: The woman masturbating on the bunk was no woman; she was a child. Her eyes closed, blonde hair flowing over her shoulders and shining white teeth biting her lover lip, she appeared 16, maybe 17 at the most. Lomax quickly decided that she probably just had one of those young faces; after all: what would make a teenage girl travel with a commercial freighter? Even if he had known that she really was just 17 it is highly unlikely that anything would have gone differently. Lomax was many things, but picky was not one of them! Given the circumstances another man might just have grabbed his dick, whacked off and gone back to bed, but Lomax had never gotten the hang of masturbation. Instead, acting on the spur of the moment as was his nature, the naked Lomax rose and yanked the blanket off the girl. She was slim and beautiful. The T-shirt covered her upper body, but the tits seemed nice and firm. Her hips were kind of narrow and she had long, shapely legs. For almost a full second, time appeared frozen and Lomax just enjoyed the image of the exposed, flustered girl. Then she inhaled sharply, apparently preparing to scream. Again moving with an impressive, almost impossible speed for such a large man, Lomax covered her mouth (actually her entire lower face) with his left hand and wagged his right index finger in her face. The hand on her face was so heavy and felt so powerful, that she could actually imagine him crushing her face in just by applying more force. Lomax had that raw and keen instinct that drives most large predators. Looking down into her large frightened eyes his instincts told him that she was already broken and was his for the taking. He let his large right hand move slowly down her body, around her private parts and down her thigh in one long caressing movement like a lover would, sending the implicit message perhaps, that she could have it light or rough, but that she would get it either way. Holding her eyes with his, he said: "I'm going to take my hand away. You won't scream, will you?" Feeling her trying to shake her head, he moved his right hand back up her body, and said, "We'll have a great time!" and let go of her face with his left hand just as the right hand reached her pussy. She had never gotten around to closing her legs entirely and his hand reached the area of her mons finding it totally bare, though not smooth. There was a slight scraping that suggested that her last shaving was perhaps 3 or 4 days hence. Moving downward he heard her suddenly sucking in air and her hips buckled. There was the same slight roughness on her outer labia, but, reaching the opening of her pussy, he forgave all: she was entirely and totally soaked! Shirlynn had been undeniably frightened when she suddenly found the giant man looming over her. Many simultaneous thoughts had occurred to her all at once: The man had most likely been faking his unconsciousness, which could mean any number of things - most of them bad. She was all alone with him and had not a chance in hell of defending herself against him. His cock was rock hard, long and slim. She had never had a cock that long, she was sure. She was just as sure that in a minute she would have. Realizing that, she also realized that she would give it willingly, even eagerly. It was this that she was about to indicate, when he assumed that she was about to scream. She had then been really frightened when she felt the immense power of the hand that covered her mouth. What if he was an insane killer and would not settle for straight sex? With his hand caressing her pussy with surprising softness they were rapidly getting on the same page and she reached out to caress his cock. When her hand connected with his slim shaft, he looked down approvingly and got down on his knees to ease her access. With that he moved both hands to her neck and grabbed hold of the neck of her T-shirt as if he wanted to pull her somewhere. After a short bulging of his massive arms, the T-shirt ripped and he tore it all the way to the bottom where he ripped the rim too and released the sides exposing a pair of nice, round tits with large dark red areolas and small, but stiff nipples. "I'd have taken it off, you know!?" she said smiling. "Faster and more impressive" he said granting her one of his predatory smiles. 'And a reminder that I am all at his mercy' she tried not to think. The knot of fear from being alone with a total stranger returned. She studied his features as he fondled her newly exposed breasts lightly. In the half-darkness he had classical facial features that looked like something sculpted in marble. For an instant the kind face of a potential lover and the shadow of something immensely cold seemed superimposed on that face, then the illusion was gone and he smiled at her with wide even teeth and moved his hand back to her crotch. The moment his hand reached the area of her clitoris, she tightened her grip on his cock, closed her eyes and starts making small moaning noises in time with his caresses. At first he just rubbed the clitoral hood and let his fingers trail the slight roughness of her outer lips, sometimes just touching, but not entering her moist opening. After a while he felt her slowly beginning to rub his cock, which she had just held until then. One cannot just pull aimlessly back and forth on an eight-inch cock; the skin cannot move that much and pain will incur where pleasure was intended. He had had to educate a lot of women to this fact, but she did it just right from the word go. 'Born slut' he thought, 'Just can't beat bad genes!' He was still massaging her slowly and lightly, but now moved his hand directly to her clitoris and rubbed it directly with two fingers. She immediately inhaled sharply and flung open her eyes that now seemed nearly as predatory as his. Moving purposely to the rim of the bunk and bowing her head, she stepped up the stimulation too. He did not move to accommodate her plan but even given the somewhat awkward angle there was more cock than she could possibly fit in her mouth. It was not very wide; maybe little more than two of her fingers side by side, and that dimension caused her no trouble. The length was another matter entirely and she gripped it firmly by the base to prevent him from pushing too much of it into her mouth. She had never attempted deep throating a cock and was not about to. Throwing up on him would, she felt, be a turnoff. Given the circumstances, most men would have stopped what they were doing, gripped her head with both hands and have given her as deep a scull-fuck as they would have been allowed. Lomax was not, as has been implied, like most men and he was already beyond blowjobs. He moved his hand back down to her hole. Her outer lips framed tiny inner lips, which only just protruded from the outer ones. Feeling her tinyness Lomax hesitated slightly. In his life, he had done many things that he was not proud of, but to the best of his knowledge he had never raped a child. He experimentally inserted his index finger in her pussy to the first knuckle and felt a heavenly tightness. He even had to apply force the get a single finger into her. This was going to be great! Lomax got up abruptly, causing his cock to make an audible 'plop' when it left her sucking mouth. He went to one of the unused bunks and examined it shortly. The 'mattress' was an unmovable leather contraption applied directly to the wood. He took hold and simply tore it out of the wall. Then he placed it centrally on the floor and indicated with an inviting hand gesture that the bed was ready. Shirlynn had followed him intensely and was already on her way when he placed the torn bunk. Going there she shed the torn T-shirt (after wiping her mouth in it). Lomax was kneeling at the end of the mattress (nee bunk) and she stopped a foot away from him, straddling the mattress. They were nearly eye-to-eye and she marveled again at his hugeness. "Where do you want me?" she asked coyly. Instead of answering her, he put his right arm behind her back, grabbed both her ankles with the other and swung her off the ground. Thinking that he would drop her, she gave a shriek and went rigid, but almost immediately it became apparent that she was not falling anywhere - he just held her level for a second while she got used to the thought that he could easily carry her weight. When she relaxed, he let go of her right leg and, still supporting her back and her left leg, pulled her slowly toward him. When she realized what he was planning, she immediately bent both her legs and arched her back to grant him access. His cock was still hard and ready and after only a couple of tries it connected with her pussy. Moving forward from there proved much more difficult that he had expected though. Her flesh felt totally unyielding, his cock bent and slipped but got no further. Laying her down he gave her a strange look: "Are you a virgin?" "No!", she said and laughed, "I'm definitely no virgin. I was flying for the first time and was half bent over! Can you blame a girl for cramping up?" She smiled coyly, "Try it now, sailor. I've got room!" With that she spread her legs and her arms invitingly. He quickly moved up and placed himself at her pussy again. She looked tiny enough to crumble under him, but there was no way back now. Applying only the faintest pressure they both enjoyed the pre-fuck intensity. He put two fingers up to her mouth and into it. First she just sucked on them, but then she caught on and assembled as much saliva as she could. He took the dripping fingers out of her mouth and applied the moisture to his cock without taking it away from her hole. Then he clearly decided that the wait was over and pressed into her in one long steady movement. She had told the truth, she was no virgin. She was just incredibly young and tight. Luckily she was quite deep and Lomax could almost get his entire tool into her. When he hit bottom she gasped and grabbed his arms trying to pull him down on top of her. He let her have her way and bent down to her. Supporting himself by his elbows he covered her entirely and she was in the perfect position to bite into one of his nipples. Placing just a little more weight on her, he seemed to forget about her and just worked his cock in and out of her without lifting his upper body. She worked with him, finding his rhythm and accepting his weight. 10- 15 strokes he gave her, and then he rose again and locked eyes with her. Bending down he kissed her full on the lips and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She accepted this new intrusion into her body and suckled on it slowly and deliberately. With this he stepped up his pace and rammed his cock into her with total abandon. She lost all remaining control and just moaned in sync with his thrusts. He rose entirely, grabbed her ankles and pushed her knees to her chin. With free access he could get deep enough to hurt her, but at exactly that time she had an orgasm and her legs started to spasm wildly. Incredibly Lomax had to fight just to stay inside her. When the flexing reached her cunt muscles Lomax lost control and started spewing his load into her. He pumped twice and then just stopped deep inside her unloading thick jets of sperm for what seemed like minutes on end. Then he came to and realized that he was still pressing her knees down around her ears. He quickly let go and her legs fell powerlessly to the floor. He pulled out of her slowly allowing himself to enjoy the now almost painful tightness of her pussy. "That." he said, ".was what I needed. Thanks honey!" He bent down and planted a kiss on her forehead. Without further ceremony he got up, wiped himself on a spare sheet and went back on his bunk. Within a few minutes he was snoring away. Shirlynn felt run over and remained on the floor for a long time. She might even have napped a little, but in the end it got too cold. She rose on shaking legs and took inventory. She had at least 10 sore spots that were just waiting to turn into bruises. Sperm was running down her legs and into the cracks of the wooden floor. The room was a mess and smelled so heavily of sex that you could have carved the smell out with a knife. Shirlynn abandoned all hope of straitening out the room and just opened the porthole to get rid of the worst stench. Then she staggered over to her bunk, lay down and passed out.