Desperate.

I was woken up sometime later. The room was dark by then, and obviously empty.

"Hey, come on sweetie." It was Sth, leaning down and looking under the table.

I sat up. Well, I half did, the thing up my ass stopped me from sitting properly. I ached everywhere, especially my bumhole, and was actually glad the dog outfit was warmer than what I was usually dressed in, as it wasn't very warm. I needed to pee again too.

"Let's get you back," Sth said, helping my out from under the table. He stood me up and wrapped the cloak around me, and we walked out of the usual entrance. It must have been late, as there were very few crew out and about, and so I wasn't gawped at by crowds of people as I was finally escorted to my room.

Sth helped me undress, and pulled butt plug out of my ass, which was a relief, although the act made me horny again of course. Then he waited until I'd emptied my bladder in the toilet.

"I'll see you in the morning," he said, once I was all done.

I just nodded and climbed into bed, and, as soon as he was gone, my hand crept down to my pussy.

"Nuba," I whispered to myself, closing my eyes and picturing my lovely girlfriend, and played with myself until I made myself cum.

It wasn't the same though.

~*~

I woke up alone. For some reason, everything seemed very empty and bleak. Sighing, I climbed out of the bed to make use of the toilet again, before slipping back under the sheets and falling back asleep.

The next thing I knew was the door opening, and Sth walking in with my breakfast tray.

"Morning sunshine," he said, putting the tray down.

I ignored his greeting. "What do you know about my kidnapping?" I asked.

Sth sighed, and sat on my bed. "Not a great deal," he replied. "Just bits and pieces that I overheard here and there. I do know there was some argument about something. I heard the captain shouting at someone on a comms line just before we intercepted your ship. I know it was about you, because I heard your name, and Nuba's, mentioned. Not sure what it was about though. I do know there was some unrest with the crew when the captain couldn't get the ransom from your family. That would have been a big win."

"So, if I'm not sold, what will happen? Will there be a revolt or something?"

"A mutiny?" Sth made a face. "I don't think so. Before we took you we had a good couple of raids, so people still have a fair amount of loot from those. Because we've not put into port for a while, no one's spent much of it. In fact, that's the reason we're heading to port now, to sell you, but also for some R & R. We're long overdue, and the crew are a little restless."

"How long do I have?" I asked, miserably.

"Probably four days," he said. "Sorry sweetie."

"It's not your fault," I replied, but I was getting really worried now.

"Eat your food, I'll be back later to get you ready."

I nodded, and swung my feet out of bed as he left my room.

"Four days," I said to myself. "I have four days to make the captain fuck me."

Now, there's something I never though I'd say.

~*~

For the next few days I was called to the captains room repeatedly. My outfits varied from the bizarre to the minimal, although they were always imaginative.

I threw myself into the role of making myself as dirty a girl as possible, to try and get the captain to deflower me. I pouted and cavorted, and learned all the bad words that I could so that I could talk dirty to him. I played with him in all the ways he wanted, and suggested more.

In short, I became a total whore.

And yet, he continued to resist the charms of my lovely, smooth, beguiling pussy. That's not to say he didn't use me, and use me hard. My asshole was getting loose from all the pounding it took, and I was even beginning to get used to the taste of his cum.

But no matter how I cavorted, he still didn't take the bait. The bait that I offered to him every chance I could get.

I resorted to teasing him, as much as I thought I could get away with, and calling him nasty names as we played about, but that just turned him on more, still not enough to use my proper hole though. I began to wonder if he really liked boys, despite the fact that I didn't look boyish at all.

Whether he was just really stubborn, restrained or whatever, it was frustrating to me on a number of levels.

On the third day after my doggy experience, I was called up for duty, as had become usual. It was early afternoon, and Sth had given me the first outfit I'd worn, the teeny-tiny little bikini. I remembered the first time I'd put it on, and how horrified I was to wear it. This time I didn't bat an eyelid. As far as I was concerned this was practically normal attire now. At least I didn't have something stuck up my ass. The only thing I didn't like were the shoes, which were the high heels,as they were really uncomfortable and hard to walk in. They didn't bother me much though, as I knew they'd be off the moment I entered his room. In fact, I didn't really know why he bothered with the outfits at all really. It wasn't as if he didn't just tear the stuff off me almost as soon as I walked in. Maybe it was a control thing.

Anyway, when I entered his room he was there already, but fully clothed, and talking to someone via his pad.

He waved at me and pointed to the bed, so I went over and lay down on it, rubbing my body in what I hoped was a sexy way, to try and get his attention.

All I did was make myself horny though, as he was concentrating on his call. It sounded, from what I heard him saying, as if there was some issue with a permit for clearance for something. This was worrying. Perhaps it was a permit to dock at a space station, or a planet, which meant we were getting close to the port where I would be sold off.

Eventually he snapped a few words down his pad and disconnected.

"Shit, I have to attend to this." He looked down at me, waiting for him, practically panting. "I will be five minutes, at the most," he said, and turned and just left me there.

"Shit." I said. All revved up with nowhere to go.