A Little Bit of Payback...

Chapter 1

The slapping of hard-soled shoes against cold steel echoed through the hallowed corridors of the Outlaw Star. Chink Chink Chink Chink...then silence. The owner of these shoes and self proclaimed 'All-Around Bad Ass' is none other than the red haired captain of the ship, Gene Starwind, who has now stopped for a quick breather as he partakes in his daily inspection of the ship. His oddly coloured locks swish a little as he raises his arms into the air and gives a loud yawn. 'Since the whole Leyline incident, nothing ever happens around here.'

He thinks to himself as he ceases his stretching and lowers both his arms, the right one taking a detour to the small of his back to quench an itch that was causing mild discomfort to Gene. 'The ships running like a dream, not a whiff of Kei pirate activity, no decent jobs have come in, no battles need to be fought…,' A long silence occupied the ships interior, proving Gene's theory correct about the sheer boredom of the matter. 'Jim's out fixing a tractor. For some mission, Suzuka's off doing the whole 'lone wolf' thing, Mel's taking a nap and Aisha's been whispering to herself and being all creepily happy around me.' A resounding pause as Gene adjusts his figure to a standing up right position. He pouted slightly then announced to the empty interior of the ship.

"Nothing ever happens around here!" And to add emphasis to his statement, and to relieve tension, he twisted his body and brought his arm back then threw a punch into the hard layer of steel that made up the ships wall. A loud CLANG resulted from this, not unlike the sound of Gene's footsteps on the iron grating of the ships floor. Yet another awkward silence and Gene drew back his fist and unclenched it. Now like any other normal man, that blow alone could have broken his entire hand, but because Gene isn't such an ordinary man and because of getting into over a thousand fistfights in bars and around space, apparently, repeatedly bashing in people's faces and skulls hardened his hands over the years.

Gene's pout continued as he rubbed his wrist with his other hand. Then almost in answer to his loud disturbance he had created, a solemn arm that seemingly appeared out of nowhere wrapped around Gene's neck. He didn't have a clear view of the attacker's arm but he could see whom ever it was, was definitely behind him. Gene raised both his hands to the attacker's arm that was beginning to significantly lessen the oxygen supply running to his brain. He clasped his right arm on the wrist of the attacker and his left around its elbow. The arm felt suspiciously muscular, and Gene suspected its owner to be a body-builder of some kind perhaps. He began to pull with all his might to save himself from choking. Amazingly, even with Gene's muscular build, it was no good and all his pulling, even with both hands, did not serve to loosen the thing's grip. The arm was rippled with muscular biceps that dwarfed Gene's but...something was about this attacker something not quite right.

They gave off a familiar odor. He was strong, and no matter how much Gene jerked and twisted his body, they held steadfast and did not give him any room to breathe. Gene began to reach for his gun but as he did so in response, the assailant used their free arm to clasp a white cloth over Gene's mouth and nose with one well-manicured hand…Wait...manicured? What kind of attacker gets their nails done? A strange smell entered the nostrils of Gene Starwind and his breathing became intoxicated with the stench of the rag.

"Mmmrrr mrrrph!" Was all Gene could struggle out. By now, he had grasped the handle off his gun but it felt amazingly heavy in his palm. He couldn't lift it! Moreover, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even put a sense of effort into moving the attacker's arm any more. His hand clutching his gun grew limp and his other arm fighting for breath loosened its grasp on the attacker's elbow and slumped down by his side. Gene's eyelids were becoming heavy, and much to Gene's dismay, his body felt fatigued and exhausted. Now the attacker, seeing the chloroform had done its job, coaxed Gene to enter an unconscious state by purring at him in a relaxing yet also boisterous tone.

"Shhhhh, hush lil' baby...that's it, go to sleep. Nothing's gonna happen." Even falling into unconsciousness, Gene would recognize that arrogant tone anywhere. It was none other than the apparently 'Invincible' spokesperson for the entire Ktarl-Ktarl race, Aisha Clan-Clan. Now, just as his body falls limp and his eyelids shuts, he could almost picture her grinning feline face in his mind: Aisha baring a fang and smiling coyly at her defeated adversary, purring and flicking her tail as she watched in triumph of her fallen prey.

When Gene finally awoke, his head felt like it had just been impaled with an iron bar. He tried to move his hands to rub his temples but found he couldn't, as if some invisible force seemed to restrain his arms to their current position. It took a second for Gene's eyes to adjust to the light in his current surroundings but his body told him he was standing up. But how was that possible? Not long ago, he was unconscious, wasn't he? Had his attacker been a weird dream? Some sort of side effect caused by the incredible boredom he had felt seemingly moments ago? No way, this was real. And how he had gotten here had not been his doing.

"Ugggghhh, my head," He grumbled in an almost zombie-like fashion. His voice sounded dry and weary, most likely an after effect of the chloroform. He adjusted his head and faced whom or what was holding him back. Gene saw his hand sure enough, but around his wrist was an iron bar curved to fit his arm exactly, and no way was he going to be breaking free any time soon, as this curved piece of metal was attached to a sturdy girder of metal that stretched right back down his arm to his torso. The girder was roughly a foot in width and could defiantly not be broken by any human alive, or perhaps any other species for that matter.

Now examining his entire body, to his horror, Gene discovered he was seemingly trapped and attached to some sort of man size, 'X'-shaped piece of metal. Not only that, but he was down to his boxers! He hadn't felt this sudden change before, as on a ship like the Outlaw Star there is no breeze. The cabin pressure keeps the exact temperature just right, so whether you were fully naked or fully clothed, you'd have to be pretty skilled to tell the difference.

"What the hell!" Gene shouted and even though he knew it was pointless, he began to struggle. He pulled at the restraints so hard, as if his life depended on breaking free from the dreaded contraption. After about 2 or 3 minutes of pulling and intense chaffing burns along his wrists and ankles, he realized he wasn't going anywhere any time soon.

Was this his fate? To be doomed to rot here in this cell? He examined his surroundings in the hope that there may be some way to contact someone, or free himself. He found none. He noticed he was in a circular metal room that seemed to match the interior design of the Outlaw Stars. This comforted Gene to the extent where he sighed with relief. This meant that Gene had not left his ship and was somewhere within its confines, which means that eventually someone would find him, preferably alive when they did. Gene looked up and his gaze met with the spotlights embedded into the ceiling, giving off a faint glow, only bright enough to illuminate the room to the bare minimum. Still the sudden change of brightness hurt the eyes of the space captain and made him long for the ability to once more shield his eyes with his arm until his pupils adjusted. In fact, in reflex his arm twitched to try to act in such a manor only to be met with the steel restraint holding it in place.

Gene could only turn his head so much but he could vaguely see the outlines of a stack of crates if he turned his neck to the right. Maybe this was a stock room or the cabin bay of the ship. He usually left this sort of thing to Jim, so in truth he hadn't seen many of the cargo bays and stock rooms. Still he knew of their existence and maybe if he were a more attentive pilot he would have known his exact location. Alas, the trouble caused by being lazy and in attentive to his ship and all its functions only proves that knowledge can be a powerful thing when needed. Right now, being a lazy pilot took a back seat to getting the hell outta here at the moment and taking the most reasonable cause of action…he shouted aloud. "Hellllllllp! Help! Helllllp! Is anybody out there!?"

"They won't hear you." Came a low-pitched sultry voice that chilled Gene to his bones. The voice emanated from behind him and Gene repeatedly turned his neck left and right to try to catch a glimpse of the person he threatened.

"Bastard! Are you the one who put me in here?" A girlish chuckle was his response. Feminine. Definitely a female. And at that moment, it hit Gene. "Aisha! You let me out of here this very instant, you psycho fur ball!" Her voice had jogged his memory and he recalled the moment before he lost consciousness when he first heard her feline voice, coaxing him into slumber.

He heard foot steps from behind approach him. How dare she drug him and put him up in this contraption! And for what purpose would she do such a thing? Her footsteps stopped. She had stopped behind him and was now draping her fingers along him. Two fingernails traced their way along the back of Gene's neck and around to his collarbone, causing him to shiver and cringe.

"A…Aisha? What are you plotting?!" He demanded to know. She was still giggling and purring as she slid her head beside his were it slotted in neatly. Her silvery silky hair brushed against his ear as she laid her chin upon his shoulder. Gene's head was forced to lean to one side to make way for her and from what he could see it was definitely Aisha. The dark-skinned girl with her silver hair and her head parked prominently on his shoulder like a pirate's parrot. She wore a smug grin on her face but with it came a hint of subtlety that suggested she had been plotting this for a long, long time. Her giggles mixed with her purrs still continued but they were softer and more of a slow, under breath sort of way now.

"Mmmmhmhm, Gene. How long I've waited for such a thing to happen." Aisha tucks her head in the nape of his neck and breathes in his masculine scent. Gene shivered from the touch of her lips and nose on his neck, but he suddenly tensed when he felt her nip his neck, breaking the skin with her teeth and drawing a bit of blood. She licks his wound slowly, making poor Gene moan from her lavishing mobile muscle. When she was done, she went to his ear and giggled once more.

"We are going to have some fun tonight."

And right then, only one word ran through Gene's mind and lips after hearing Aisha's suggestive comment. "Fuck,"

Aisha resumed her lavishing tongue bathing on Gene's neck, her long, smooth yet sandpaper-like tongue nearly cause Gene to groan out loudly in pleasure and surprise of her pleasure-giving muscle. She pulled away, standing in her upright position, removing her head from his shoulder and leaving Gene's bare and now wet neck to feel the cooling blowing on his neck, giving him chill bumps and making him shiver in the process.

"Aisha, what the hell?!" Gene shouted irritatingly at the cat-girl behind him. From the tone of his voice and his facial expression, you can tell straight off that he was pissed and he had had just about enough of Aisha's little game.

He heard a small giggle and clanking of heels coming to the front. She stayed in the shadows with her tail swishing lightly behind her, obscuring Gene's vision to see her clearly with what little light the spotlight produced above him. "What d'yah think of my new outfit?" She stepped into the light, the light bouncing brightly off her clothing in a bright shine, as Gene's eyes nearly bugged out of his head, a large blush cross his face. "It's been made especially for a Ktarl-Ktarl like me." Aisha turned in a circle and back again to give him a full overlook of her suit. "I do hope you like it because I wore it just for you." A seductive smirk played across her lips, her little fangs protruding from her lips as she used such a low purring tone. Gene hadn't heard this tone since he caught her naked that time in that volcano of a hot spring back on Hagone. So enticing, so sultry, so downright sexy it made Gene Starwind's legs turn to butter. Good thing he was tied up, ey?

Her outfit was clearly that of a bondage queen, a dominatrix. It was a black vinyl, halter teddy held up tightly by her bell collar, but not her original one. This one was black and had a brass bell instead of white and a gold bell. The look suited the outfit well. What held it up were four straps: two hooked in the front and two hooked in the back. The entire front was cut down into a deep 'V' right above her crotch area and held tightly by a medium sized brass ring right above her belly button, holding the masterpiece in its tight, sleek form. In the breast area, they were pushed tightly together, sitting them high to give her hourglass figure as more voluptuous, fuller look, her breasts looking rounder and bigger, or in other words, perfect…at least in Gene's mind. Everything was so tight, even in the breast area where the straps were slightly thin and if she made any sudden movements, her large double 'D' breasts would expose herself right in front of Gene.

She wore long, black, vinyl fingerless gloveless that loops only around the middle finger, a nice touch on her part. Below the hips she wore thigh-high fishnet stockings and knee-high, black vinyl, buckled strapped boots with heels so high, Gene was very surprised that she could walk and keep balance in the damn things, but would you believe that all this was the least of Gene's worries at the time? Because what was at the top of Gene's 'Things to Worry About' list was none other than the large winding leather whip she held coiled in the palm of her right hand. So downright menacing in its appearance Gene felt his entire body tense in response to seeing it. All at once it was as if Gene knew what was coming next. Looking into her deep viridian eyes, her lips painted a dark red as well as the lining of her eyes, her hair still wild and kept in its criss-cross braiding style that went down to the floor with a brass ring still hanging on the end. Surely, such a thing would weigh her down? No, not a Ktarl-Ktarl, and definitely not Aisha.

She walked up and stood in front of him, his body clearly taller than hers by a few inches. Looking into his eyes that screamed anger and something much more, something she wanted to see in his eyes for some time, something she knew she can produce in any man's eyes with just her appearance and a single glance of the eyes alone…fear. The look of anger and fear, even a bit of uncertainty fuelled her body with great passion, knowing that she has the upper hand in the situation and that he hasn't a choice but to stay there and take whatever she dishes out on him. Raising the end handle of the whip, she taps his chin lightly as she giggles and smiles smugly at him, her eyes shining with dominance that Gene knew he could never overshadow. She stepped closer to him, her cold vinyl clad body pressing deeply against him and sending shivers through his body. Leaning into his ear and breathing hot air into his earlobe, what she said next sent more shivers and trembles up and down his spine more than he ever thought could be possible for him from saying such deep, sultry words.

"Tonight, you belong to me now." Hearing her slow low words, the dominance in her voice, he knew that he couldn't escape and that there will be no escaping from Aisha. Not now, not ever. Now he will stay in this cell, trapped to submit to the will of his kidnapper and about to be put to the test through a night she will never let him soon forget.