Free Kinky Space Vixen by Sam Kinkaid Page B

causes
inconvenience to the powers that be in this place is just fine with
me.”
Wandoria smiled gratefully. “Thank you Aevie.”
    “All of us here
had dreams once,” said Aevie bitterly. “We all had ambitions for
the future. Well now this is our future, our youths to be wasted
away catering to the pleasures of some fat and cowardly jerk who
treats us lower than horses and cares nothing for our consent.”
    “Are you a
tribute?” Asked Wandoria.
Aevie nodded. “
“I’m a tribute myself,” said Wandoria. “But Aevie you are not, I do
not think, a native of this planet.”
Aevie shook her head. “I’m a Venetian,” she told her.
    “I’ve always
wanted to go into space,” said Wandoria. “And now I want it even
more. With you, of course Rogerus.”
    “I’m not going
to be around here for long,” said Aevie. “That much I do know. I’m
not afraid of that Emperor and I’m not afraid of his axe either.
Sometimes I think I’d die before I ever consented to fuck the fat
and bulbous tub of lard.”
    “Fate works in
mysterious ways,” said Rogerus wistfully. “Perhaps soon he will get
what is coming to him.”
“Let’s hope so,” said Aevie, iron in her tone. She was thinking
hard.

    Joe waited
impatiently for two hours but the sandstorm showed no sign of
abating. He knew he was just going to have to risk it. He dressed
himself in a long robe which he hoped would withstand the storm and
put as much water in his back as he could manage. Before leaving he
made a brief tour of the starship. There were a few fuses out and
the thing would need re-pressurising but all in all it had survived
pretty much intact. The main difficulty they would have would be in
leaving for the ship’s instruments would not allow them to take off
whilst the storm was still raging. It was a chance he was going to
have to take. Without a second glance Joe opened the hatch of the
vessel and stepped out into the swirling chaos beyond.

    The going was
tough; much tougher than he could ever have imagined it to be. The
sandstorm just seemed to be increasing in intensity and now it was
almost impossible for him to stand. He was forced to drop to his
hands and knees and crawl along the ground but here with was even
worse. Great mouthfuls of sand filled his throat, choking him until
the tears made him almost blind. The sandstorm lashed his eyes. He
fell to the floor and covered his face with his coat. It was no
use. Stay here and he risked being buried by the swirling sands. He
forced himself to his feet and pressed on, praying the storm
subsided soon. When he next looked down he saw his robe was in
ribbons. Scratches and lacerations were scythed across his legs.
Spots and visions appeared before his eyes. Each breath he took
felt like he was swallowing fire. He knew he was not going to make
it and he cursed himself for having made such a poor fist of
things. How he wished his execution had gone through earlier so it
was Aevie who was free and not condemned to a lifetime of
servitude. He could not believe what a fool he had been, throwing
his life away like this. Now he was going to die here alone in the
desert whilst Aevie slaved away in the harem for the rest of her
days. No. it could not be this way. He had to make it. He had to
carry on. With almost superhuman effort he forced himself to his
feet and struggled forwards. A huge wave of sand assailed him,
forcing great clumps into his mouth. He cried out and choked,
trying desperately to spit the accursed stuff from his mouth but to
no avail. The winds were so strong as to make it impossible. He
lurched back and collapsed on to his back and the storm began to
bury him immediately. His eyes opened and through bleary vision he
could just about make out a face before him. The face was dark with
long black hair. Joe was unable to discern any of the features and
wondered whether he might be experiencing some sort of heat induced
hallucination. Another wave of sand overcame him. Joe began