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Smuggler (Mf Mm sci-fi pedo rom cons oral) 

by SupMario

Chapter One

As I settled my freighter gently down in the docking bay's hanger,
warning messages flashed to the left of me, as I gazed over the
cockpit's controls once more, double checking that all systems were
shutting down correctly.  That last run had been a tough one, what
with the Telarian Cruiser attacking me and nearly crippling my ship in
the process.  I was just glad that I'd installed that new hyperdrive
accelerator.  Without it, I'd never have been able to escape.

I made sure the clamping locks were in place and made my way out onto
the busy hanger.  I signalled a loader droid and gave it the orders
for the cargo in my ship.  It immediately opened the outer cargo bay
on my ship and began unloading the valuable cargo.

I went to the nearest lift and rode it up to the command deck to make
my report to the Commander.  I really disliked working for the
military, but they paid well, at least.  But Commander Shawkin, who I
had been smuggling quantum translocating chips for, would be expecting
a personal report from me, so I might as well get it over with.

The lift stopped and I walked out into the drab grey corridors, and
was quickly confronted with armed guards who stared at me menacingly
until I showed them my level omega access card and they quickly went
back to their former bored-out-of-their-skulls existance.  I made my
way down the twisting corridors until I came to the right door, and
pressed my thumb on the identification grid next to the door.  

The door opened quietly and I walked in, pointedly ignoring the naked
young boys lying around everywhere.  The Commander was not shy about
the fact that he was very much into little boys.  I walked into his
private office, knowing he'd be there this time of day, and found him
sitting at his desk, a young boy knealing in front of him, servicing
his "master's" cock.  The Commander had some amazing mental powers
which had helped him get to the position he was in, and kept him
there.

"Ah, Mr. Targin you've returned.  I see you've again been successful.
How grand, please sit.  I have a surprise for you."

I sat in a chair in one corner of his office and a small boy of maybe
7 or 8 came into the office, stark maked as usual, and nealt on the
floor in front of me and waited.

I looked up at the Commander questioningly but then felt the boy's
hands at my groin, opening my pants and pulling out my limp cock.
Boys aren't my thing and the Commander knew it.  Before I could
protest or get up however, the blonde haired boy engulfed my entire
cock in his mouth and began urgently sucking and licking me, giving me
the best head I'd had in years.  This kid had talent!  I was shocked
and amazed at the small boy sucking my cock with such expertise.  I
simply lay my head back and enjoyed the pleasant feelings my cock was
relaying to my brain.

After what seemed an eternity, I felt my climax building and my balls
tightening until I came violently in the child's mouth.  Rope after
thick rope of my seed gushed into the eager boys's mouth, and he
swallowed it all down until I had spent my last drop and he gave one
last kiss to my deflating cock as it came out of his mouth.  He put my
pants back in order and quietly left as I regained my senses and
looked over at the Commander, who was

smiling at me, a devilish grin on his face.

"Like that, huh?  I knew you would.  Here's your pay, as promised." He
handed me a credit chip and I quickly placed it into my portable
scanner, verifying that the funds were really there.  They were.  I
bowed gracefully at him and left, eager to get out of the creepy guy's
office.  He had been trying to seduce me for months now, and the fact
that I wasn't the least bit interested simply made him all the more
eager.  I was afraid he was going to try something this time, and I
was glad I got off with just a blowjob from one of little slaves.

That made up my mind though.  No more doing runs for him anymore.  I
was sure that next time he'd fuck me.  He was losing patience with me,
and I think he realized the only way I was going to do ANYTHING with
him, was if he used his power on me.  Now that I thought about it, he
must have used it to keep me from stopping the boy, cause I normally
would have.  Even though it had been one of the best damn blowjobs
I've ever had in my life, I still felt disgusted now.

I went down to the hanger and got back aboard my ship and quickly left
the space station, glad to be getting out of there.  I set course for
the Malary system, and went back to my cabin to get some sleep.  I had
sufficient

warning systems set up that I'd be awakened if anything out of the
ordinary happened.  I shrugged off my clothes and hopped into bed,
glad to finally be getting some sleep.

I awoke with a start.  The warning system was beeping at me, and all
sorts of warning messages were flying through the small monitor by the
bed.  I cursed, got dressed and went to the cockpit to see what what
all the fuss was about.  It was a small fighter of some type.  It was
firing at my ship with some type of energy beam.  The shipboard
computer had automatically raised my shields when the ship drew near,
and it didn't look like the energy beam was going to penetrate my
shields.  I quickly scanned the other ship and found it lacking
shields, odd.

Why was it attacking me?  Surely it knew it couldn't get through my
shields?  I sent off a warning shot, designed to scare the thing away,
and to my utter shock it imploded as soon as I hit it.  Hmm.  Must
have been some kind of self-destruct.  Well, no time to wory about
that.  I was coming up on my destination.

The Malary system had two colonized worlds, both similar to
earth-prime, but the largest of the two, Bilan, had a thriving space
port that was good for picking up smuggling jobs of all kinds.  I
docked, then left ship to check out the local scene.  I went over to
Delara's Cantina and ordered a galactic gargle-blaster.  I had
acquired a taste for the things since a hitchhiker had introduced me
to them a few years ago.  They pack quite a punch.  I'm one of the few
humans who ever orders them in this place.

Well after a few drinks I became alot more sociable, and I began
talking to the others around me and found an old geazer who wanted to
find passage to the Binor system.

"My name's Scott Targin.  My ship is a MX-1 Freighter, it can get you
there in a few days if you have the money.  How many passangers?  Just
you?"

"Yes, just me.  So how much?"

"2500 credits, half in advance.  You pay me the rest when we get
there."

"Okay, here's the money.  How soon can we leave?  I'll pay you extra
if we can leave NOW."

"Sure thing.  Let's go."  I led him out of the cantina to my ship and
he strapped himself in beside me in the cockpit while I detatched the
ship from the docking clamps and headed for deep space.  As soon as
we'd broken orbit, I set the coordinates for the Binor system and
showed him a cabin where he could rest and relax.  I showed him the
holocubes in case he got bored and went back to the cockpit where I'd
be spending the next few days.

I never slept when I had passengers on board.  I had a drug for these
occasions that kept me from getting tired until the thing wore off,
which didn't happen as long as you kept the dosage up.  Of course, you
can't take it longer then a week at a time, otherwise you can slip
into a coma once the stuff wears off.  I know that from personal
experience.

The trip there was uneventful, so I won't bore you with the details.

Once we got to the Binor system, we set down on Binor Minor, our
destination, and the old man had me come with him to a very scummy
apartment building where he entered and came back out with my money.
I thanked him and went on my way, back to my ship.

As soon as I got there, I felt like something was wrong, but I
couldn't see what.  I quickly did a scanner sweep over the entire ship
and didn't find anything unusual so I set the internal scanners for
continuous sweep just to be sure and I went up to the cockpit and made
the jump to lightspeed.

I made my way back to new earth and home.  I set the ship down and
made ready to leave when I past the scanner console.  It had found
something.  There was a small lifeform in the cargo hold.  I got out
my blaster and went outside to check it out.  As soon as I opened the
hold, a small filth-covered child stared back at me, huddled in a
corner, scared out of its wits.  I say 'it' because I couldn't tell
either way if it was a boy or girl as dirty and mangy as the child
was.  I put my blaster away and held my hand out to the kid.

"Hey, it's okay.  I won't hurt you.  You can trust me, okay?"

The small child studied my face entently and then nodded in agreement
and put its small hand in my own and I led the child into my loft, so
I could clean the kid up and find out what kind of stow away I'd
discovered.  I was a bit astonished at the fact that the kid had gone
from scared shitless to totally trusting in a matter of minutes.  I
took the kid into the bathroom and showed it the shower and asked if
he/she could manage it alone.  The child grinned and nodded so I left
and went to the kitchen where I fixed us both something to eat.  The
poor kid looked like he/she hadn't eaten in days, and I was pretty
hungry too.  

Just as I was putting the food on the table, the kid walked into the
kitchen wearing the robe I had left in the bathroom.  She was a girl.
That much was obvious, now.  Her long red hair, which had been matted
and bunched together, now hung luxuriously over her shoulders, hung
down almost to her waist.  Her sparkling green eyes seemed to laugh as
I asked to her to sit and eat with me.  She sat down at the table,
grinning at me and ate ravenously, eating almost three times what I
did.  

When she was finally full, we went to the living room and talked.

"Well, first off what's your name?"

"Carrie, sir."

"Well Carrie, my name's Scott.  I'm glad to meet you.  How old are
you?"

"Eleven, sir."

"Carrie, you can drop the 'sir' stuff.  I'm only 24.  Now why did you
hide on my ship?"

It was a long and sad tale of abuse and neglect.  Her parents had both
died during a routine flight and she'd been shuttled off to live with
her uncle who beat her and abused her until one day he took her into
the city with him and the two of them had been attacked by thieves.
Her uncle had been killed and she had run away, frightened.

She had lived on the streets for over a year before the authorities
had discovered her.  She was on the run from them when she hid in my
ship.  I sat back and thought about what I was going to do with her.
I couldn't keep her, not with the work I do.  Smuggling is not the
most healthy environment for a growing child.  Maybe... no.  My
parents hated my guts.  I very much doubted they'd even let me in the
door, kid or no kid.

Carrie must have known what I was contemplating, because she got up
and sat down in my lap and put her arms around me.  

"Please don't send me away!"  She buried her face in my chest and
started crying her eyes out.  I put my arms around her as my heart
melted.  I couldn't give up this wonderful child.  She'd felt so much
pain in the past few years that I couldn't think of sending her away. 

"Okay, Carrie.  If you want to, you can stay with me."

She looked up at me through teary eyes and smiled at me.  She nuzzled
against me and simply laid in my arms, resting her head on my chest.
She lay like that for an hour before my tiring day finally caught up
with me and I took Carrie to bed with me.  She woke up while I carried
her to bed and as I sat her down on the bed, she took the robe and
slid naked under the covers, grinning at me as I undressed and got
into bed beside her.  She snuggled up against me and fell asleep, and
I followed her son after.

I was dreaming about screwing a voluptuous red head, feeling my cock
sliding in and out of her warm cunt when I suddenly realized... it
felt too real!  I opened my eyes and found Carrie on top of me, slowly
grinding her eleven year old cunt onto my hard cock.  Oh god, I'd
never felt _anything_ as wonderful as this beautiful girl's clasping,
greedy cunt!  It felt like her pussy was slowly milking my cock,
sending spikes of pure pleasure all over my body, as I lay there
staring into Carrie's hypnotic green eyes.

Neither of us said a word as she began grinding her hips over mine
faster and faster, lost in the need to find her release.  My own
orgasm was building within me as Carrie's head flew back and she let
out a cry of total abandonment, then looked me right in the eyes, and
her green eyes flashed at me.  She looked like a hungry animal, right
then, finding a glorious feast, and I was the main course!

Her hips increased their tempo and my climax was suddenly upon me as I
gushed my hot seed into her young receptive womb, sending her over the
edge once again.  She collapsed on top of me and we both fell asleep
again, holding each other tightly.  She's so beautiful, I thought, as
I drifted off.

End of Ch. 1

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